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>>39672038
“The fallout up here has faded, but I think there was a power station underground.” Pyotr says. “Don’t go down stairs without your meter, no matter what state you’re in. Also, don’t drink anything, ground water’s contaminated for sure.

You nod. You wonder about the meters though. They’re technology that was present before the End. People, particularly the ones who would later create Genesis, found them and discovered how to re-create them rather quickly. Odd. Maybe people discovered that ‘Clean Energy’ wasn’t as clean as they thought before things went to shit.

Aurelian Studios is a large complex of buildings. A bunch of broken, and looted, trailers scattered here and there. A few buildings that look like houses, or small office buildings, and the huge, curved roofed, studio buildings. All of them have large steel security shutters covering every door and window. This stuff is heavy grade, you can see scratch marks, torn tow chains, and what looks like an explosion in one area.

“What is with the security?” You ask.

“That’s the same question I had, when I came here the first time.” Pyotr says. “Alright, it looks clear. No other salvagers, or other people. Do you see any of those Hubris things?”

You shake your head. No eyeless or anything else. You have the place to yourself.

“Alright,” He sighs. “Keep an eye out for something that means something to you, now that you’re one of these Joy people.”

> Observation Roll 1d12

Rolled 2 (1d12)

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Rolled 11 (1d12)

>>39672057
The increased distance with Pytor is tangible. Unpleasant.

Rolled 7 (1d12)

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>>39672057
>Do you see any of those Hubris things?”
>You shake your head. No eyeless or anything else. You have the place to yourself.
If there are any, they're going to be underground, right? Lupa's tiny output can't compete with a power node.

Hopefully they won't bother us unless we poke them.

>>39672114
There’s a lot of movie posters, all of them featuring Joy-In-Gold. She’s dressed in a variety of costumes. There she is as Joy-In-Love, with a pink wig. Next to that is her as Misery, with runny eyeliner and a black wig. There’s her as a jungle princess. There’s her as a spaceship captain. And there’s her in an impractical looking environment suit and a gas mask, advertising her starring role in a post-apocalyptic action film.

There’s a lot of Civ writing on a few of the buildings ‘Commissary,’ ‘Production Offices,’ ‘Studio 3: PENINSULAR TRIUMPHANT.’ There’s a note below the sign that says “DO NOT enter while shooting! This means YOU West Wind!” The rest of the studio buildings have ‘PRIVATE PROJECT. AUTHORIZED CAST & CREW ONLY. TRESPASSERS WILL BE FIRED AND PROSECUTED.’

Ah, HA! Here we go! ‘GENERATOR STORAGE.’

This building isn’t as imposing as the others. It’s just a well-made metal shack. Also, the roof looks like it’s mostly ceramic tiles. There’s been a few attempts to open it, but not as many as on the big buildings.

You also notice very tiny Civ writing along the bottom of the blast door that’s covering the window.

Also, there’s a spot where the metal sheeting and the roof have worn away. You could maybe get a hook or something in there.

> Read the writing (Translation Roll 1d8)
> Try to break in through the roof.
> Put a hook in the gap and use the RV to tear the wall out.

Rolled 4 (1d8)

>>39672380
> Read the writing (Translation Roll 1d8)

Rolled 3 (1d8)

>>39672380
>> Read the writing (Translation Roll 1d8)
Shouldn't we roll after voting? But this vote isn't in doubt.

Rolled 5 (1d8)

>>39672380
> Read the writing (Translation Roll 1d8)

What the hell was West Wind doing around here? Fucking actors?

>>39672483
Probably Recruiting for war. Or trying to get gold to do publicity for the war.

>>39672380
>And there’s her in an impractical looking environment suit and a gas mask, advertising her starring role in a post-apocalyptic action film.
I saw this and laughed.

>>39672495
That makes sense.

>>39672441
Translation: Pass. Access/Entry…Open/Reveal…Path-Word…Touch/Keys…Low/Ground…Rear/Behind…Building

That’s what you get.

> If you think you’ve got it, tell me what Lupa should do
> Roof
> Tow hook

>>39672589
Look for a keypad at the back of the building, low to the ground.

>>39672619
Sounds good. Doesn't sound like we have the password though, if there is one.

>>39672706
Joy maybe? or too on the nose?


>>39672619
might as well.

>>39672726
I bet its sister.

>>39672748
>>39672726
Maybe just transforming would be enough. Because having passwords like that would be really shitty security, but faking the Clean Energy output of a Sister is much harder.

>>39672619
Yep, just as advertised, there's a small little keypad behind the building at the ground. 9-key number bad, each number has the standard three letters below it. You see on the display there's room for a 4 digit code.

(For this puzzle, assume the keypad looks like one you'd see when looking at your phone.)

There's a poster of Gold on the back of the shed. She's dressed for a noir film. Trench coat, fedora, cigarette in her teeth and a tommy gun in her hand. "CARESS OF SIN." Is the title.

> Any guesses as to the password? It's 4 numbers.
> Give up and try plan Roof
> Or Plan Tow Cable

>>39672843
Lust?

>>39672843
LUST

>>39672771

>>39672940
>>39672946
It could be envy.

>>39672946
5-8-7-8
...
XXXX
...
- - - -

Okay. It wasn't Lust.

3-6-8-9
...
XXXX
...
- - - -

Or Envy.

> Observational Roll 1d6

Rolled 1 (1d6)

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Rolled 2 (1d6)

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Rolled 4 (1d8)

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Rolled 1 (1d6)

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Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>39673001
Maybe it's GOLD? Might as well try the stupidly obvious. I've got nothing.

>>39673040
Ob: Pass
There's shreds of other posters, and other posters that have been covered with a protective cover. They're all promoting different movies, and all of them have Gold on them.

Even the posters, rare that they are, that have other people, Gold's always the one front and center. Or the one in the passionate embrace, or the center of the group walking away from the explosion.

Not to mention there's posters just promoting the studio. Gold smiling, thumbs up, blowing kisses, and encouraging her staff.

> Any more guesses on the code?
> Roof
> Tow cable

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>39673157
Gold

>>39673157
Gold.

>>39673178
that is an incredibly shitty password. Your name is one of the very first things people will try.

>>39673216
It's stupid to have clues and the location of the keypad nearby too, but here we are.

>>39673157
SLUT

>>39673201
4-6-5-3

CHUNK!

The doors slide open all at once.

"So...egomaniac, and bad password maker." You mutter as you go back around and then open the door to the shed.

"Good job." He says.

"Shitty security." You say.

"Security is only as good as the people who arm it." Pytor says.

"Right, and how many nail bombs are hidden in the RV?" You say.

"Shh." Pytor steps inside of the shed, and then uses his flashlight to carefully scan the room. Then he bangs his crowbar against the side of the wall twice.

Nothing.

You both go inside.

The room is filled with shelves of batteries and generators. The generators are about the size of a mini-refrigerator. There's multiple leads for connection a bevy of devices on the top. The bottom consists of something that looks like one of the biggest batteries you've ever seen. Next to it is something that looks like a speaker driver. There's two wheels bolted to the side, and a metal handle with a trailer hitch.

There's about six of them parked in here.

The shelves have boxes of peanut batteries, and larger batteries. The majority of them appear to have been rusted to uselessness.

Nothing seems active at all.

There's civ writing along the side of one of the Generators. It's...kind of worn away though. But you make your best effort.

> Translation 1d10

Rolled 6 (1d10)

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Rolled 7 (1d10)

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Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>39673520
HWG

>>39673750
nice

>>39673750
“Safety warnings…manufacturer…and ah!” You nod. “To recharge when exhausted, bring generator to Clean Energy Conduction Zone. Turn on Siphon. Wait until charge meter is full. DO NOT OVERCHARGE. Turn off Siphon.”

Below the ‘speaker’ driver is ‘INTAKE’

You see a small little switch on the top of the generator you’re looking at, near the On/Off Switch. It’s labeled SIPHON.

“So, we get this near a Clean Energy source, and turn it on, and it starts working.” Pyotr says. “And you’re a living source now, correct?”

“Yeah. I think.” You say.

“Seems simple enough.” He looks at them. “Genesis would pay a LOT for even ONE of these things working. How long do they last?”

“In a Movie studio? Probably a week at most,” You say, guessing. “Genesis could possibly get months, maybe even a year.”

“If they work.” Pyotr says.

“If they work,” You nod.

“Alright.” Pyotr says. “When you’re ready?”

> Any measures you want to take before?
> Open Your Heart To Joy.

>>39673960
> Open Your Heart To Joy.
I can't really think of anything.

>>39673960
Pyotr let's make sure the area is clear, also get some distance from me behind cover, preferably where you can take a shot if something does come calling when we do this.

>>39673960
>>39674044
Backing

>>39673960
>> Any measures you want to take before?
See if there's anything in here we DON'T want to hit with Clean Energy.

>>39674044
"Pyotr let's make sure the area is clear, also get some distance from me, behind cover, preferably where you can take a shot if something does come calling when we do this."

Pytor nods. "I'll be outside." He steps outside.

You look around and see if there's anything you DON'T want to hit with Clean Energy.

There's the piled of old rusted batteries, but they don't charge near you.

However, you realize that you're in a cramped room with six generators. Generators you aren't supposed to overcharge. You check the siphon switches and make sure that they're all off, save the one you want to charge.

Okay...this...this should work. You hope.n You close your eyes.

'Where do you find Joy?'

"I find Joy even in the Ashes."

A burst of light and you change into Joy-In-Ashes. The lights on the generator switch on instantly and the Charge Meter's needle JUMPS up and back.

> ???? Roll 1d8

Rolled 7 (1d8)

>>39674263
Hubris attraction roll go

Rolled 8 (1d8)

>>39674263
We put out a lot of energy. hope we don't nuke it.

>>39674327
we just nuked it.

Rolled 5 (1d8)

>>39674263
1 check

>>39674327
You quickly snap the siphon off. The meter shows a full charge.

You notice that Joy is silent...right right, Siphons shut her up. Apparently even weak ones.

Nothing else seems to be turning on, sparking, or moving. Great! For once things actually worked as planned.

Of course, now the question is should you go back to being Lupa or not? You don't know if there are other things in the area that could react badly to your presence, not to mention you're a Hubris draw, and finally...well...Pytor never can quite look at your straight in the eye while you're Ashes.

> Stay as Ashes
> Go back to Lupa.

>>39674442
> Go back to Lupa.
It doesn't cost us anything to go back and forth, right? Might as well.

>>39674442
>> Go back to Lupa.

>>39674442
> Stay as Ashes

He's got to get used to Ashes eventually. I don't want to lure Hubris but I figure they're all underground getting fat off that energy node.

>>39674442
>You notice that Joy is silent...right right, Siphons shut her up. Apparently even weak ones.
There is no way we aren't going to be hit by a siphon in the middle of a Hubris attack at some point, leaving us open to the mental assault. The People of Joy after us could probably easily set something like that up.

>>39674512
>>39674515

You change back to Lupa. Then, with a grunt of effort, you haul the working generator out of the shed.

Pytor claps his hands in pleasure, and goes to inspect it. He asks a few questions about some of the writing, and you tell him what goes where and how it works.

"We could hook this up to the RV, or find some room to squeeze it in and this would still be one of our better days." He says.

"There's five more still in there." You say.

Pytor nods. "Not a bad option. Go seal the door again, so we can keep them safe for when we need them."

You pop around the back and punch in the code again. Not sure if it'll work, but thankfully it does. The security doors slide close.

You head back to Pytor, who's scratching his chin underneath his mask. "When I was here last, I discovered that these door have override boxes...at least that's what I think they are. If we use this, we can open up almost any building here."

"That wise?" You ask.

Pytor shrugs. "It's risky, no doubt. However, Genesis would pay a great deal if we could get them a working searchlight, or a large amount of fresh clothing. We have a chance opportunity."

> Let's explore the Commissary
> I want to check out the Production Offices
> Let's see what Peninsular Triumphant was about.
> Can we get into the private project studios?
> Let's not tempt fate, we've got a major score, and we can come back another day.

>>39674950
>> Can we get into the private project studios?

>>39674950
> Can we get into the private project studios?

Anything for authorized cast and crew only has to be good.

>>39674950
> Can we get into the private project studios?

>>39675087
>>39675022
>>39675007

> 1- The only one with a third story
> 2- The one that’s directly attached to the commissary.
> 3- The biggest in size (At least the size of 4 city blocks.)
> 4- The one that has a mass of satellite dishes and comm towers on the top
> 5- The smallest (Compared to the others. This one’s the size of a building, not a city block.)

>>39675226

“Can we get into the private project studios?”

Pytor shrugs. “I don’t see why not? Which one? There’s five.”

> Your choices are above.

>>39675226
2 or 4

>>39675226
> 2

I'm hungry.

>>39675226
2

>>39675226
>4-

Would Ashes be able to hit these overrides without trying?

>>39675272
>>39675290
>>39675308

You point at the second one. Pytor takes you over to the override box. "This symbol means Emergency, right?" He points at the symbol painted at it. "I see it on fire doors and first aid cabinets."

"Right in one." You say with a smile.

Pytor nods, and pries the box open. There's some fiddling between the two of you with wires, the generator, and the box, but after a few moment, the security doors slide away and you're free to enter the building. (Pytor hides the generator behind some overgrowth.)

You go inside the studio. It's pitch dark. However, you can see what's inside the studio with your flash lights.

It's a house.

A nice, small two story house. It's got a porch, a small backyard (That's dead and dried up.)

It also has, on the wall that's attached to the commissary, a small building with a glass front. It says 'CORNER STORE' on the sign.

"Wasn't expecting this." Pytor says. "This a movie set?"

> Explore the house.
> Look in the Corner Store.
> Leave and crack open a new building.

>>39675393
>Would Ashes be able to hit these overrides without trying?

No, the set up is different.

>>39675526
> Explore the house.
Even a set is going to have some primo stuff. Let's see what a pre-Fall perfectly ordinary house looks like, maybe?

>>39675526
> Explore the house.

>>39675526
>Explore the house

>>39675526
Shouldn't we explore the places here that aren't part of the set as that is where real things are going to be?

>>39675625
You enter the house, and the first thing you see on the floor is a dead body.

She's in a mummified state, thanks to the sealing of the studio. So dried skin, no eyes, and skeletal frame.

It's a woman, judging by the dress. She also has an apron tied around her waist.

Judging by her position, she died by falling down the stairs of the entry way. Her neck is clearly broken. However, she's missing her right leg, and chunks of her left are missing. Those are clearly bite marks. Something was eating her, post-mortem.

She has an odd device around her head. It's a silvery headband, and it's got an eyepiece attached to it.

"We might have a Critter." You warn Pytor.

> Take the headband thingy.
> Leave the body as it is.

Then

> Explore the living room and kitchen
> Check out the upper rooms

>>39675802
We don't know how fake the sets are yet. If we don't find anything real, yeah, we explore other stuff.

>>39675834
>Take the headband thingy.
>Check out the upper rooms

>>39675834
> Take the headband thingy.
> Explore the living room and kitchen

Could a Critter get inside here???

>>39675834
>> Take the headband thingy.
> Check out the upper rooms

>>39675834
> Take the headband thingy.
After which we
> Check out the upper rooms.

We can stop by the kitchen on the way out.

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I am going to laugh when the headband thing was being sold in an infomercial and is the future version of pic related.

>>39675868
>>39675951
You gently take off the headband thing, and pocket it. Then you go upstairs.

The rooms are strange. The majority of them look like hotel rooms. There's a bed, dresser, some generic art on the wall. One has two posters of race-cars in it. Other than that, they're rather sterile.

The last room however, is a fully equipped girl's room. There's movie posters, boy bands, pictures of Joy-In-Hearts in action, and the dresser is a half-exploded mess of clothing.

This room is the most 'defined' however, all of it looks very carefully staged. Like that dirty shirt hanging from an unused bike charger in the corner...you can see someone throwing it on the handle bars, and maybe sticking it through a sleeve, but someone threaded the shirt, through the neck and out the sleeve so that it would hang on the bike handle, so that the logo on the shirt, looks like a flag, is clearly visible from someone lying on the bed.

Also, when you try to salvage the room, it's all surface. There's nothing in the dresser, the TV's a plastic shell, and the gadgets that are scattered around are all fake.

You look out the window and see the back yard.

> Observation Roll 1d10

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>39676275

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>39676275

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>39676275
Fakeness verified. I hope that eye thing is some kind of Scouter.

I'm now realizing that meters are basically lame Scouters.

>>39676315
Shit! You got a look of the thing. It's a Critter. What's worse is that it's a Feline.

They're fast, strong, have claws, teeth, good vision, aren't scared off by anything short of a bullet to the face, and are fine with fallout. Exceptionally territorial, unnervingly smart, and they hold insane grudges. Pytor says that he shot one once, and three months later the same damn Feline attacked him out of the blue by jumping down from a tree.

This one has shiny golden fur with black spots, pointed ears, four compound eyes, and a tail that splits in two at the end, both ends look like they're either barbed or have claws of their own. The claws are jet black, and the teeth hang out over the lower jaw like a row of white icicles that have needles jammed into the gaps.

And it gets worse. This thing is a mommy, because you can see little cubs at her feet.

Then it notices your light, and it springs towards the far end of the backyard. You see what it's heading for. There's an access tunnel that has it's hatch open.

The thing is crazy fast, before you can even say anything, the Golden Feline and her cubs have disappeared down the hole.

Is she getting others? Is she getting her cubs out of danger? Is she setting up and ambush later, or is she going for a different tunnel so she can rip your face off later?

Who knows!

> Yell for Pytor to go and close the hatch. Fast.
> Run down out of the house, and close the hatch yourself.
> Run down and OUT of the studio.
> Get Pytor and head down the hole. You're going to have to face it eventually.
> Open your Heart to Joy

> Yell for Pytor to go and close the hatch. Fast.

>>39676563
>> Open your Heart to Joy
> Run down out of the house, and close the hatch yourself.

>>39676563
>Run down out of the house, and close the hatch yourself.
We heal a lot faster than Pytor better if we get mauled than him.

>>39676563
>>> Open your Heart to Joy
>> Run down out of the house, and close the hatch yourself.

I want to kill it. But this will do for now.

>>39676563
>Yell for Pytor to go and close the hatch. Fast.
>Joy, blah blah blah

>>39676563
> Yell for Pytor to go and close the hatch. Fast.
We're upstairs. Unless we jump out of the window, Pytor has a lot less distance to cross.
Make sure to tell him that it's a Feline, however. Withholding that sort of information seems liable to get him killed.

>>39676636
Not as Lupa we don't.

>>39676676
I believe it was mentioned earlier that even as Lupa we are rather sturdy and if need be we can open up to joy and heal up something that Pytor doesn't have the option to do

>>39676708
Sure, but why would we not transform in advance if we know we're walking into danger? It doesn't take long.

"Pytor! Out back! A Feline just went down an access hatch! Back corner! Close it!"

You hear Pytor swearing as he runs out to seal the hatch. You can see him in the backyard, making full speed for the tunnel entrance.

While he's doing that, you close your eyes and focus.

'Wher-'

"In the Ashes. Make this quick before I'm eaten!"

Flare of light, and you're back to being Ashes.

You head back down and meet Pytor at the entrance to the house. He's got his shotgun out, and he's on edge. "There was a map on the lid of that tunnel. All five of these studios are connected. We don't know how big of a family we're talking about." He seems less uncomfortable talking to you as Ashes, at the moment. Nice to know hostile Critters can bridge that awkwardness gap.

"How did they get in here?" You ask.

Pytor shrugs. "Guessing? If there are corpses in here, then that means that people were sealed in here. That includes animals that eventually inbred and fed off of fallout to become whatever it was that you saw." He takes a deep breath. "So...what now?"

> Now we say that salvage is too much trouble, and we leave.
> Now we try one of the two buildings that DON'T have Felines living in them.
> Now, we set up a trap for those furry bastards.
> Now, we go into the tunnels and bag us some fur seat covers for the RV.

>>39676910
>Now we try one of the two buildings that DON'T have Felines living in them.
I don't really feel like picking a fight nor do I think these studios are going to have the greatest loot.

>>39676910
> Now we try one of the two buildings that DON'T have Felines living in them.
No need to get ourselves killed for a bauble or two.

>>39676910
> Now, we set up a trap for those furry bastards.
Seems like the least risky option. We don't want them coming after us later, but there's no need to go into their territory looking for trouble.

>>39676910
> Now, we set up a trap for those furry bastards.

Everything about Felines in this quest has pointed towards them eventually being a problem if we try to ignore them here.

>>39677004
How we have done nothing to pis them off yet and you want to needlessly antagonize them.

>>39676910
>> Now we try one of the two buildings that DON'T have Felines living in them.

>>39676910
>> Now we try one of the two buildings that DON'T have Felines living in them.
>

>>39677053
"Now we try one of the two buildings that don't have Felines living in them." You say.

"Agreed. Come on." Pytor says.

The two of you leave the house studio, and seal the door again. Hopefully, that'll keep the little monsters secure.

Now...where to next?

> Production Offices
> Peninsular Triumphant

>>39677130
> Peninsular Triumphant

>>39677130
>Peninsular Triumphant
Interesting names mean interesting loot

>>39677130
> Production Offices
This seems like the ideal location for a loredump.

>>39677130
> Peninsular Triumphant

>>39677130
>> Production Offices

I'm fine with either.

Anyone else want to go into the communications equipment building anyway? Felines be damned. But that can wait until we have more people here since we'll definitely be coming back.

>>39677384
I'm tempted to go after the felines and go for whatever we find in the communications building which would probably be good but I would rather not run into a whole pride of those things.

>>39677144
You point at the last studio.

One door opening later, you head inside. Now THIS looks much more what you expected. There's micro battlefields, storefronts, war rooms, and a bunch of other sets set up. Cameras, lights, and a lot of technical looking equipment.

It does look like someone was making a war movie here. You even find a script!

Pytor's already grabbing one of the lone search-lights and pawing through racks of fake uniforms.

The more you look at this set, the weirder the other set was. No cameras, no makeup area, no real equipment.

You notice that Joy is unusually silent.

The overhead lights flicker.

"Did you do that?" Pytor asks.

"Maybe." You say. There must be a siphon somewhere. Makes sense, this place is filled with equipment. Must need more power than a few generators. Probably drew on the underground stuff, now it's drawing on you. It must not be close though, because other than Joy going quiet, you're fine. Also, the power is slowly coming back online, not all at once. Also, just for this building.

Ah. Now there's something slightly interesting. There's a small room that says SECURITY, and it's got a bunch of screens and a desk covered with what look like recording discs.

It also looks like someone took one of the (hopefully fake) Plastic-Glass guns, and used it to jam close a pair of double doors that lead to another room.

> Help Pytor salvage the sets and equipment. (This option does let you turn back to Lupa, if you wish.)
> See what you can find in the Security Office. (You'll have to stay as Ashes to get the equipment working)
> Try to read the script
> See what is behind the blocked door.

>>39677525
> See what you can find in the Security Office. (You'll have to stay as Ashes to get the equipment working)
> Try to read the script

>>39677525
>> See what you can find in the Security Office. (You'll have to stay as Ashes to get the equipment working)
>Put the script in your pack to read somewhere less potentially dangerous.

>>39677603
backing this one

>>39677525
Backing >>39677603

Speaking of reading material, we need to have a look at West Wind's diary again to see what security is still active. It'll be embarassing if we're trying to sell it to Genesis and the thing is blank or something.

>>39677603
You stuff the script in your pack. Bedtime reading.

You sit down in the little chair, and just like before, the screen start coming to life, turning neutral blue. Better yet, the disc player also now has a little green light blinking on it.

There's one disc in the player already. You play it. It's of this room. Oh, and it's in color too, how nice. The detail on this thing is amazing.

It looks like everyone's going into the other room. Spirits are high, people are laughing, a few are wearing party hats.

Everything goes dead silent the moment the doors start to close. One minute of dead silence. Then the screaming and crashing begins.

A man in a robin-egg blue jumpsuit runs into the room. Blood is streaming from his nose, ears, and dripping from his mouth. He's trying to cover up a gash in his side and he's sobbing uncontrollably.

"EMERGENCY CLOSURE IN THREE MINUTES" An automated voice says.

The jumpsuited guy grabs a prop gun, jams it in the door, blocking it from opening, and then tears out of the studio.

Alright, that was interesting, now time to dig through these discs and see if there's anything else that screams 'IMPORTANT'

> Salvage Roll 1d10

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>39677900

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>39677900

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>39677900
HWG

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>39677900
... Do not open the door. Understood. Another thing to do when we come back with more people.

>>39677525
> Help Pytor salvage the sets and equipment.
Turn back to Lupa.
I'll also back
>Put the script in your pack to read somewhere potentially less dangerous.

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>39677900

>>39677940
>>39677947
>>39677950
Is this a pass or a fail?

>>39677987
no crit fails on these dice so i guess a bare pass on the 6

>>39677987
Wish I had got my roll in before I am rolling well today with
>>39677958
and
>>39676315

>>39677987
thankfully 1s don't count for these low dice unless two people manage to roll em.

Then its a fail.

3 people? crit fail.

>>39677940
You found two labeled discs.

GOLD VS. WEST WIND! HOT!

JOY-IN-LOVE ATTENDS AUDITIONS. (And there's a symbol that looks like a cross inside a heart)

The rest are blank.

> Which one do you want to watch first?

>>39678035
love obviously

>>39678035
>hot West Wind on Gold action.

>>39678035
>JOY-IN-LOVE ATTENDS AUDITIONS
I want to see what Love looks like.

>>39678085
I want to see whether there's some super-special function to the barette we wear as Lupa. Since that's hers.

>>39678035
>GOLD VS. WEST WIND! HOT!

Does Genesis have the ability to play discs like this?

>>39678035
>JOY-IN-LOVE ATTENDS AUDITIONS.

>>39678150
>Does Genesis have the ability to play discs like this?

No. No working screens, either. Batteries just can't get them working. They run off of a siphon. The majority of things do, they have siphons in them, or near them. Siphons can't take fallout, they burn out, break, melt, or just plain don't work.

The days of pulling power out of thin air are LONG gone. It's why everyone drives crappy clunker cars or military vehicles with secondary systems. They run on batteries.

>>39678233
Huuh. I'd expect more utter shock out of Lupa, if this is that amazing. I can understand glossing over that though.

And she's had enough shocks that she's probably a bit desensitized.

>>39678085
>>39678058
>>39678214
The screen changes and you see a nervous looking girl standing on the battlefield stage. She’s looking at three people sitting in director’s chairs. One of them is Gold, looking unimpressed. Another is a woman who looks like she’s in her late-60s, early 70s. Albeit she looks REALLY good for that age, probably less than 10 years ago she’d be more attractive than Gold. She’s busy fiddling with a gadget in her hand that looks like a screen.

The last is a girl with soft pink hair, and you know it’s Joy-In-Love. It’s long enough that she’s made it into long ropes that loop around the back of her head in the shape of a heart. Gold and the older woman are dressed in business suits. Joy-In-Love is wearing her regalia, it looks like a wedding dress that’s been washed wrong. It’s slightly pink.

“Go ahead, Pamela!” Love says, with a voice that you can’t help but smile at. It’s just…so…eager and happy. “Read the script, please.”
“Hello,” She says, her eyes locked on the script. “How are you liking the school? I hope you’d like to join say the name of your favorite hobby club. We’d love to have you.”

The older woman doesn’t even look up from her work. Gold just looks at Love. “Really?” She says.

“Pamela,” Love says. “You don’t read the stuff that’s in the brackets. I want you to tell me what YOUR favorite hobby is, and then make it a club!”

“Oh.” Pamela says. “Okay.” She takes a deep breath. “Hello. How are you liking the school. I hope you’d li-“

“Enough.” Gold says.

“I’m sorry?” Pamela says.

“Not half as much as me.” She sighs. “I’d ask you to stay for background extra, but…no.”

“No?” The older woman asks.

“She doesn’t have any tits, her ass is negligible, her acting’s shit, and her face is dull. Next!” Gold says, she turns to a stack of papers next to her.

Pamela runs off crying.

>>39678721
Love shoots Gold a look and then takes off after her.

“Why couldn’t we do this on one of Love’s sets?” The older woman asks.

“Still being built. Love’s being excessively exact in her instructions.” Gold snorts. “Has she told you ANYTHING about it?”

“No.” The older woman says. “I just get shown bits and pieces for review. I have an assumption, but it’s clear that Love wishes my assistance to be minimal.” She brushes a hand through her hair in annoyance.

“When did you stop wearing ribbons? They always looked good on you in the records.” Gold says.

“Eighty seven years ago.” The old woman says.

Love comes back. “Pamela will be in the cast.” She says.

“Seriously? You CAME to me to make a serious production, and THEN you march these people in front of me, and expect me to just nod and smile? West Wind is more picky about her casting and THAT’S mindless propaganda for the Pennis.”

“I don’t want actors, I want real. I NEED real.” She sighs and shakes her head. “They’re brave enough to stand before us, isn’t that enough for you?”
“No.” Gold scoffs. “I expect skill, or at least some talent.”

Love pinches her nose. “Go. Both of you. Go feed your lynxes or trade stocks or whatever. I’ll handle the rest.”

(cont)

>>39678749
Gold shakes her head and gets off her chair, as the older woman does the same. “Can I at least know the name of this production, so I can make sure that when the late-night comedy hecklers hear about Joy-In-Love’s multi-billion dollar flop they’ll be ready for it?”

“I don’t HAVE a title for it.” Love says. “But you can call it HESTIA, and don’t worry about your hecklers.”

“Whatever.” Gold looks at the next person coming in. “Your acne is atrocious. Go home.”

“GOLD!” Love snaps.

“Later darling! Off to feed my babies!” She says in a sing-song.

The rest is less exciting. Just Love greeting a bunch of auditioning kids. She loves each and every one of their auditions, and signs them to her project then and there. Then she goes off for a lunch break and the video ends.

> Go ahead and play the other tape
> Start helping Pytor with his salvage

>>39678807
> Start helping Pytor with his salvage

>>39678807
> Go ahead and play the other tape

>>39678807
>Go ahead and play the other tape

>>39678807
> Go ahead and play the other tape
Was the old lady joy in thought?

>>39678872
I don't think so Joy in Thought was part of Love's cabal therefore would know more about the goings on than this person did unless they wanted to seem like they didn't.

>>39678807
> Go ahead and play the other tape

>>39678807
>> Go ahead and play the other tape

>>39678872
I don't think so. Joy in Thought was reincarnated like Love, so they'd be the same age. I think.

Anyway, we know what HESTIA is now! Kind of.

>>39678807
> Start helping Pytor with his salvage.

>>39678989

West Wind and Gold are arguing in the War Room set. It looks like they’r both wearing their regalia.

“I. Don’t. Fucking. Know.” Gold holds up a finger with each word.

“They were here, they took fucking PRESS pictures!” West Wind says.

“Yes, and they paid me a lot for that service, and she pays me even more to keep my MOUTH shut until AFTER!” Gold says. “Which I ALSO do for you! You think that all those enemies on our TV shows, or kiddie dramas that we air just HAPPEN to have Tributary colors on their uniform?”

“I shouldn’t have to PAY you to support your COUNTRY!” West Wind snaps. “You DON’T invite people from enemy counties over for LUNCH and BLOWJOBS!”

“My COUNTRY is this studio. I ship product to more places than just Peninsular. Also, since WHEN were we at war with Cliffsea? I thought we had just signed a big treaty that said that we weren’t!”

“They’re allies with Tributary. Also, that was a non-aggression pact, NOT a treaty. You can’t TRUST them.” She shakes her head “Why am I even trying to explain this to you?”

“Ooohh, you can’t trust Cliffsea, you can’t trust High Mesa, you CERTAINLY can’t trust Joy-Home…and I bet those people at the Unity Summit just make EVERY part of you clench.” Gold says. “But you trust your wonderful country, that trusts you SO much.”

(cont)

>>39679296
West Wind sighs. “ARE you invited to the Summit?”

Gold shakes her head. “Nah. They thought I would ‘make light of a serious attempt at peace’ or some shit like that.” She scoffs. “You heard that Love blew them off right? She’s spending all her time at that little hideaway you gave her.”

“Yes.” West Wind sighs. “I do wish that they invited me. I’m not AGAINST another peace summit…”

“You just think Joy-in-Meadows is.” Gold says.

“No. It’s more complicated than that and you know it.” She groans. “Another peace summit in Joy Home where no one comes.”

“Keeps me in business.” Gold says.

“Do you know anything about what Love’s doing?” West Wind asks. “I know this is a part of it. You’ve given her nearly all of your studios.”

“Plenty of on location shooting available.” Gold says. “And also, who says no to Love?” She then taps her head. “And yes, I DO know QUITE a bit about what’s going on, but I’m not telling you a damn thing, and your hacker legion have already found out I wasn’t stupid enough to keep any records of it, save for up here.”

“In the interest of National Security,” West Wind says through gritted teeth. “I order you to-“

“Blow me, and if you do a good job, maybe I’ll tell you NICELY to fuck off.” Gold says.

At that point, West Wind lunges across the table to get at Gold, who fights back using pulses of golden light. The fight ends with about eight large, Accepting Security guards pull a shrieking West Wind off of Gold, screaming about treason.

Gold flips her off and walks away.

The tape ends.

'Huh. So...did we learn anything useful?'

'When did we come back to our senses?'

'When the siphon drained enough of us to stop being in emergency mode, it got back to working as normal. It's now draining the node, there's enough Non-Corrupted Clean Energy there to run this place at low power, and not drain us. Just don't turn on anything else."

(Cont)

>>39679296
Are these country names ever going to be relevant or are we going to be stuck in... whatever this country is for the quest?

Joy-Home sounds interesting.

>>39679402
Joys are the eldritch abominations running the planet
And love may have caused the disaster or may have been trying to stop it

We need to find gold corpse and see what she knows

>>39679366
>“Do you know anything about what Love’s doing?” West Wind asks. “I know this is a part of it. You’ve given her nearly all of your studios.”
Fuck. Now we have a motivation to enter the Feline nest.

>>39679452
>We need to find gold corpse and see what she knows
Oh no. Fuuuuck her. We passed up on West Wind, no way are we putting this bitch in our head.

>>39679366
You head back out onto the main set. There's still the blocked off door. Also, it looks like Pytor is determined to dismantle and salvage as much steel piping, lights, and costumes as he can. The RV is going to be VERY packed.

'So...Gold knew something.'

'Maybe, maybe she was just winding up West Wind.'

'Well, if that first tape was right...they were having a wrap party. If we can find Gold, then maybe we can get answers. She's was powerful as West Wind was.'

'She might not be there.'

'If she's not, her offices are in the Production Office, and maybe there's something there.'

> Help Pytor with the salvage
> Go and unstick the doors to the blocked room.
> Leave and get into the Production Offices

>>39679486
>Go and unstick the doors to the blocked room.

>>39679473
Well maybe she will have a diary or a tape
and at least put her out of her misery

>>39679486
> Leave and get into the Production Offices

>>39679486
>> Help Pytor with the salvage

We've been ignoring him to dick around. Better stop that.

>>39679486
>> Go and unstick the doors to the blocked room.

>>39679486
> Leave and get into the Production Offices
Tell pytor first at least

why are we unsticking that door have you forgotten the first video already

>>39679528
It's basically sacrificing the Pytor plot line to advance our personal plotline.

>>39679486
> Help Pytor with the salvage

>>39679486
>> Go and unstick the doors to the blocked room.

>>39679553
I know, but we can do other stuff after we help him. We can't help him if he does everything while we're fucking around.

>>39679549
It's been decades since that happened, it's probably fine by now. Just full of dead people.

>>39679486
>Help Pytor with the salvage
Then
>Leave and get into the Production Offices

>>39679609
And hubris, don't forget the hubris.

>>39679486
> Help Pytor with the salvage.

>>39679737
You go and help Pytor with the salvage. It's nothing fancy, metal pipes, lights, clothing. Stuff that Genesis will pay for. It lacks the romance of raiding a military base for firearms, sure, but whatever puts food in your stomach, right?

> Salvage Roll w/Pytor bonus 1d12

Rolled 7 (1d12)

>>39679811

Rolled 10 (1d12)

>>39679811

Rolled 8 (1d12)

>>39679811

>>39679830
Ha, not too shabby. Tonight's been alright for rolls, knock on wood.

>>39679853
>not too shabby
Isn't 10 a straight Great Success? Nothing higher than that.

>>39679875
I'd imagine a perfect 12 would be better, but fair point.

>>39679853
You've fucking doomed us all.

>>39679979
I knocked on wood.

>>39679366
>'When the siphon drained enough of us to stop being in emergency mode, it got back to working as normal. It's now draining the node, there's enough Non-Corrupted Clean Energy there to run this place at low power, and not drain us. Just don't turn on anything else."
Why is there an emergency mode? I really want to know where Joy's knowledge came from. She's supposed to be mutated Clean Energy, so... I don't know. Shit's weird.

>>39679830
So, some good news, apparently Gold must have made a deal with West Wind, between the two trying to kill each other. If Gold made Peninsular propaganda and war movies, then they got to use actual army equipment.

Which translates into another suit of combat armor. This one actually fits Pytor this time. He puts it on. You also grab the hem of it and then he starts.

"It's warm." He says.

You nod. "Yeah. They do that when they're near..." You gesture to yourself.

Pytor nods a thanks and the two of you get busy ripping the copper wiring out from the walls.

"Lena." He says suddenly.

"Hmm?" You ask.

"My mother's name was Lena." Pytor says. "She was about as big as me. She was a..." He shakes his head. "She tied my father by his balls to the back of the RV and drove it for ten miles." He nods. "Apparently he ran fast enough for the entire ten miles to keep everything. That was their wedding night, and probably the night I came into being."

"You mother had a weird sense of courtship." You say.

"You should have seen my thirteenth birthday." Pytor says.

"Pytor, I'm...I'm sorry about this craziness." You say.

He shrugs. "Life is."

"Are you still planning to kick me out, if you can find a car?" You ask.

He nods.

> Pytor, please...I want to stay with you.
> Alright Pytor, together until then...thank you for being honest.

>>39680233
>> Alright Pytor, together until then...thank you for being honest.

>>39680233
> Alright Pytor, together until then...thank you for being honest.
Got to leave the nest

>>39680233
>> Alright Pytor, together until then...thank you for being honest.

>>39680233
> Alright Pytor, together until then...thank you for being honest.

>>39680233
> Alright Pytor, together until then...thank you for being honest.

>>39680288
"Alright, Pytor." You sigh. "Together until then. Thank you for always being honest with me."

Pytor nods.

It gets late. The two of you make a little sandwich lunch with the meat you've gotten from the confessors.

You've made a solid morning, and afternoon of dismantling the movie set. The place is gutted, and the RV is packed to the gills, has stuff strapped onto the roof, and has the working generator hitched to the back.

Genesis will shell out a lot of supplies for this. Honestly it'll be easy to get your way to East Gate, Citizen or not.

Pytor's doing his usual sweeps, making sure that he didn't miss anything. Also, you know he's thinking about if it would be safer to sleep here, or risk going through the canyon at night.

You have some time to yourself.

> Go check out the sealed door.
> Investigate the Production offices
> Risk the Felines, and check out one of the other studios.
> Tell Pytor that it's best that you leave now and head back to Genesis/Confessor territory.

>>39680530
>Go check out the sealed door.

>>39680530
> Go check out the sealed door.

>>39680530
> Investigate the Production offices

>>39680530
>> Investigate the Production offices

>>39680530
> Go check out the sealed door.
We can loot it or if we need to stay for a while, it might be a place to hole up.

>>39680530
>> Investigate the Production offices

It's our best shot at Gold's corpse.

>>39680530
>> Investigate the Production offices

>>39680642
You take a deep breath, pull out the fake gun, and open the sealed door.

Right away, about six or seven bodies right at the door. Claw marks on the walls and actually in the metal of the other side of the door.

The rest of the room is just a study in improvisational slaughter. Stage lights, forks, knives, punch ladle, punch bowl, folding chair, folding table, deck of cards, poker chips, streamers, balloons, still wrapped gifts, and a decorative cactus. All of these items were used in the murder of one, or more, people.

It does look like a lot of people are just dead though. Fell right where they stood, and four or five that had to be suicide.

> Observational Roll 1d10

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>39680837
Still wrapped gifts? Want.

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>39680837

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>39680837

>>39680837
Please.

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>39680837
Rise of hubris

>>39680837
I'm only now realizing that the difference between dropped-dead and died-fighting probably has something to do with Acceptance.

>>39680887
Glad you were late

>>39680867
There's a bunch of other important stuff, and some people who are clearly Joy-In-Hearts, and one might indeed be Joy-In-Gold.

What you're MUCH more and IMMEDIATELY concerned by is with four other things.

1) There's bite marks and missing limbs that were NOT caused by the slaughter.

2) It looks like something ripped a hole in the floor and forced its way through the linoleum, from beneath. As in a creature managed to tunnel into this room.

3) Joy screaming 'DODGE NOW!'

4) The Golden-Lynx Descendant Feline dropping down from you from the ceiling.

Thankfully, you are not surprised about this in the slightest, thanks to being so aware.

> Roll 1d20 to dodge.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>39680971

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>39680971

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>39680971
FUCKING THROUGHT THE FLOOR? I'm too busy laughing to be mad.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>39680971
Die CAT

>>39681026
Jesus stop scaring me like this!

>>39681026
Fuckin' YIKES that's two straight near fails.

>>39681052
First one wouldn't count. This one would have though cause the rules for d20 are different.

>>39681018
You dodge and the Feline just ends up pouncing on a pile of ash.

"Lupa?!" Pytor shouts.

"Feline! Through the FUCKING floor!" You shout.

"FUCK! I FUCKING HATE THESE FUCKING CATS!" You hear him coming.

> No no! Shut the door! Keep them out! I'll be fine!
> SHOTGUN. IN HERE. NOW!

Also

> Ash shot
> Ash cloud
> Armor
> Knife and ????

>>39681113
> Ash shot
> No no! Shut the door! Keep them out! I'll be fine!

>>39681113
>No no! Shut the door! Keep them out! I'll be fine!
>Knife and ????

>>39681113
> No no! Shut the door! Keep them out! I'll be fine!
> Ash shot

>>39681113
>> No no! Shut the door! Keep them out! I'll be fine!
>Knife and ????

I'd do ash cloud, but their sense of hearing is probably too good for it to matter.

>>39681113
> No no! Shut the door! Keep them out! I'll be fine!
> Ash shot

>>39681113
> No no! Shut the door! Keep them out! I'll be fine!
> Knife and ????

>>39681174
>>39681153
>>39681136
"No, No! Shut the door! Keep them out! I'll be fine!" You shout as you chuck you arms out at the Critter.

"This thing gets free, it'll kill us in our sleep!"

Pytor slams the doors shut. You're both glad that Pytor trusts you, and a little naturally preturbed that someone could lock you in a room with a Feline without so much as a pause.

Still your cloud of ash flies through the air at the Critter.

> Roll 1d20

>>39681113
> No no! Shut the door! Keep them out! I'll be fine!
> Armor
We gotta be careful for claws and bites.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>39681255

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>39681255

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>39681255
Here we go

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>39681255
Who is Joy in Hearts? I'm guessing not anyone important enough to be nommed.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>39681255
Welp...

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>39681255
roll

>>39681307
ARGH I WAS WAY TOO LATE I MUST ATONE FOR MY LETHARGY

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>39681274
The beast howls and shrieks and spins around your ash stings and rips at the flesh of the creature's face.

The shot does seem to prevent it from pouncing or biting, but those damn tails lash out at you like whips. (How the FUCK did those things grow like that? I mean, forget the fucking stinger/claw, aren't Lynxes supposed to have stubby little tails?)

>>39681399
Ow! Fuck! That dodge wasn't enough to miss the second tail. The thing stabbed you. Normally, that thing would be pulling back a LOT more than just a little blood.

> Ash shot
> Ash cloud
> Armor
> Knife and ????

>>39678749
>Go feed your lynxes
oh my god I'm retarded

Can't stop laughing.

>>39681446
>> Armor

>>39681399
Armor up

>>39681446
>Knife and ????

>>39681446
> Knife and ????

Armor is fine too, but hopefully we can just kill the damn thing.

>>39681454
fucking joy's
demonic cat familiars
>>39681446
> Armor

>>39681446
> Knife and ????

>>39681518
>>39681505
>>39681495

You focus and your ash cloud solidifies around you.

The cat lets out a yowl and does a lunge at you, AND slashes with it's tails.

This time however, you've got enough focus to try to dodge it completely.

> Roll 1d20 to dodge

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>39681584

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>39681584
I'm starting to think Ash Shot is fucking useless. Or at least decidedly nonlethal.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>39681584
roll

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>39681584

>>39681593
>>39681599
>>39681600
>>39681594
Damn we were ready for it

>>39681594
That's why I've been consistently asking to knife and ???

>>39681593
The cat lunges, and again gets a face full of ash.

> Ash Shot
> Ash Cloud
> Knife and ???

>>39681645
> Knife and ???

>>39681645
>Knife and ???

>>39681645
>> Knife and ???

>>39681666
You draw your knife and move to attack the Feline.

'I got it! Stab! Don't slash!'

> Roll 1d20

>>39681594
What we need to do is sustain a thick enough ash cloud around it to seriously fuck up its lungs.
Do we have any attacks that are heat-based?

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>39681697
k

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>39681697
This isn't like Link at all.

>>39681594
yeah, if there's any way we can upgrade that, we need to. If not, then it's just basically for if we ever want to incap someone/thing, which I get the feeling won't happen too often.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>39681697

>>39681725
It's useful for people we don't like to kill like extremely rare Small Joys and Genesis citizens and whatnot.

But you're right, probably not often.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>39681714
You jab the knife into the Feline's side and it howls and backs away.

Then you see your knife crumble into a pile of ash, and the wound starts freely bleeding.

'You like?'

'Nice, but we're out a knife now.'

'Look in our hand.'

You look as you see your ash cloud coalesce around your hand and form a dark cloud when the smoke clears, you're holding your knife again.

'Nifty huh? Give us some time to work on that. We push a bit, we can get a LOT more than just that.'

The Feline tries to lash out at you with its tail again.

>>39681841
Coooool.

I wonder if that creation trick works with bullets and other ammo. Probably not.

>>39681876
>>39681841
It seems more of a teleportation/shadow-step trick. Could probably synergize with arrows, bolts, spears, or other weapons that are retrievable.

>>39681841
But again, it hits nothing but ash where you used to be.

'Do we have to worry about our body constantly turning 'not quite' solid and back again?'

'Probably...try not to fight in the rain. I don't think water's our best friend.'

'WHAT?'

'Well, wet ash...kind of obvious, right?'

'So, our greatest trial will be going up against a kid with a water balloon?!'

'No...no...no.' Joy says. 'Probably we should be concerned if the kid has a big hose or a pressure washer.'

'...let's just kill this fucking cat.'

> Ash shot
> Ash cloud
> Ash knife

>>39681937
> Ash knife

>>39681937
Knife

>>39681937
> Ash knife

STAB IT IN ITS DUMB FACE

>>39681937
>Ash knife

>>39681937
> Ash knife
Get in there and gut the cat

>>39681937
> Just punt it. Hard.

Stupid cat doesn't deserve the knife.

>>39681937
>Ash knife
We haven't got all day, cat

>>39681937
>'Probably...try not to fight in the rain. I don't think water's our best friend.'
Fuck. Other Joys don't have to deal with this kind of crippling weakness, I bet.

>>39681993
You try to see if your new knife has anything different about it as you stab at it. But no, it looks the same as the one you had before. Good blade, comfortable grip, although the grip was black, now it's ash grey.

'Should we try for something fancy?'

'Eh, maybe later.'

> Roll 1d20

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>39682092

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>39682092
roll

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>39682092
HWG

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>39682092

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>39682092

>>39682092
Need to get the brush-knife so we can repeatedly spam this while dual-wielding. That'd be sweet.

>>39682144
Well, I'm never rolling again
First roll in a quest thread ever... aaand last roll.

>>39682120
Good enough I hope.

>>39682144
Wow, we really keep just barely missing the 1s.
>>39682166
Did you roll one of the other 1s?

>>39682166
That's dumb. Luck is luck.

>>39682120
Stab. Crumble. Reappear.

The Feline lets out a yowl, a hiss, and hisses at you, while backing away. Looks like it's had enough, and wants no more of you at this moment. You smirk.

'It's going to make a break for the tunnel!'

That thing is fast, the only thing that would keep it from diving to safety would be you.

> Let it go.
> Ash dodge in front of the thing and block its escape

>>39682217
>Ash dodge in front of the thing and block its escape
These things hold grudges.

>>39682217
> Ash dodge in front of the thing and block its escape
It will just come back

>>39682217
>Ash dodge in front of the thing and block its escape

>>39682217
Ash dodge in front of the thing and block its escape

>>39682217
>> Ash dodge in front of the thing and block its escape
Like hell. Pytor taught us to fear cats better than that.

>>39682217
>Ash dodge in front of the thing and block its escape
I swear this is the one lesson Pyotr has taken the pains to drum into us; never let a feline live to fight another day

>>39682255
Yeah, no the Cat Comes Back. Pytor would make you run behind the RV for 10 miles if you let a Feline get away.

> Roll 1d20 to Ash Dodge

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>39682297

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>39682263
He drummed in plenty. Lupa learned lots from him, it's why she's not going to die horribly on her own.


>>39682297

>>39682217
> Ash dodge in front of the thing and block its escape

Then blind the fucker with an ash shot and bury the kinfe in its brain.

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>39682297
Please die quickly.

>>39682309
Fuck yeah. Lupa critted a dodge last fight too. I hope she gets the ability to dodge raindrops if this keeps up.

>>39682309
HA. Hope this means we finished it with STYLE. (I really hope.)

>>39682309
You did good kid.

>>39682338
Can't say 'Flash Step' without 'Ash'!

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>>39682309
Bye bye kitty

How'd this thing get on the ceiling anyway? There rafters up there or something? Cause I'm imagining it clinging with its claws.

>>39682309
You dodge in front of it spinning your foot out in a kick and you connect. Boy HOWDY to you connect. You FEEL your foot breaking the Feline's neck in mid-air, and if it wasn't dead already, the cat soars through the air at enough speed to smash into a standing metal pole and dent it.

The thing lands on the ground. Stone dead.

'Uhh...what's the upper limit on how hard we can kick something?' You ask as you look at the dead feline.

'Well, we wont be able to crack open the earth by stamping your foot.'

'Okay.'

'We might be able to leg press the RV, eventually.'

'Oh.' You go over to a wall partition that's made of wood and try a practice punch at it. It cracks, and it doesn't hurt, but your fist doesn't go through it. You try a light kick, and your leg goes through it like butter.

'Okay, why isn't our upper body getting like that?'

'Why did Ray's eyes start getting better when he began Accepting? Why is Pytor such a big mother-fucker? Why is our hair old-man, ash-fucking-ugly-grey?'

'It's not THAT bad.'

'Mmmph...anyway, luck of the draw. That's the reason. Go check out those Joys and see...'

You get close and actually see them. You then know who they are.

Joy-In-Brilliance, and Joy-In-Limelight. They're both long dead, and thankfully both gone.

Also, you can tell something else from their blonde hair, their noses, and chins. Not to mention Joy's confirming this information in your head.

These are Joy-In-Gold's daughters.

There's no violence on their bodies, and no signs of suicide. They're in their regalia. They just dropped dead where they stood.

> Salvage Roll 1d8

Rolled 2 (1d8)

>>39682619
ok

Rolled 2 (1d8)

>>39682619
Here we go

Rolled 6 (1d8)

>>39682619

Rolled 8 (1d8)

>>39682619

I like my hair

Rolled 7 (1d8)

>>39682619
If this were /d/, I'd say we've struck gold in terms of salvage

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Fuck yes, we're the kicking type!

>>39682671
Dangit, I'm sorry. Shouldn't have been so quick.

On the plus side...

Leg Day is Every Day for us.

>>39682686

We need to get some greaves or future material-made thigh boots.

>>39682722
Agreed.

>>39682722
Steel-toe boots

>>39682722
Can't we ask Joy to remodel our regalia? She'd be glad we're finally caring about style for once.

>>39682671
Brilliance has a note in her hand.

"Girls,
Have to sweet talk a Cliffsea producer into giving us more money for the Sorrow War reboot. Will miss the party you two put together to celebrate finally being free of West Wind. Please don't interrupt me. Just take another rain check from Mommy! Be sure to feed my Babies! Love and Kisses!

- Joy-In-Gold"

Limelight has a card key on her.

'Ummm...are we really going to skin the cat?'

> 'Yes.' Take the corpse and knock on the door for Pytor to let you out. You want a fur cover RV seat as a goodbye present for Pytor.
> 'Nah.' Leave the cat corpse there, hopefully as a warning to its bretheren. They're smart enough to avoid things that kill other Felines. That things covered in your ash and scent. Then let Pytor let you out.

>>39682824
> 'Yes.' Take the corpse and knock on the door for Pytor to let you out. You want a fur cover RV seat as a goodbye present for Pytor.

>>39682824
>'Yes.' Take the corpse and knock on the door for Pytor to let you out. You want a fur cover RV seat as a goodbye present for Pytor.

>>39682824
> 'Nah.' Leave the cat corpse there, hopefully as a warning to its bretheren. They're smart enough to avoid things that kill other Felines. That things covered in your ash and scent. Then let Pytor let you out.

That's gaudy. Just let it rot.