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>it's all good, Sparky! Whatever yer clitty

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>>39816560
For the last few minutes, you've been looking over these four AIs and have been weighing your options. Out of the four of them, the CABAL, RAM, and ALICE programs seem to be promising.

RAM is the most low-key one, and its appeal is that it doesn't get in the way of a wanzer pilot trying to run her shit. It's also good with running a lot of background tasks without crashing, if the blackbox is to be believed.

CABAL works a little differently from RAM, in the sense that it's specialized to work with multiple systems instead of just multiple tasks. It helps with coordinating movements with other machines...or with a whole system.

ALICE, while initially the weakest one, is advertised as a cheap DMW system that improves over time. It also molds to the user's requirements (within reason, of course) and has a solid learning curve.

You could buy all three, but that's going to only worsen the definite dent on the budget that you have right now. Speaking of which, the definite dent on your budget is currently following Myl around, its wrinkled face scrunched up in a near-permanent smile. The mechanic was leading Mister Wiggles around the store, picking up tools and knick knacks here and there that ranged from useful to frivolous. "Captain, take a gander at this li'l filly! Ah got us a workin' radio!" She said with glee, walking to your side.

>Options?
>Fuck it, just take one of the AIs. The guys are probably waiting. (Please select an AI to buy.)
>Fuck it, just take two of the AIs. The guys are probably waiting. (Please select two AIs to buy.)
>Fuck it, just take three of the AIs. The guys are probably waiting. (Please select three AIs to buy.)
>Fuck it, you don't need AIs. Just get the hell out of here.
>Fuck it... Myl, what's your take? (Please roll 1d100 for how well Myl investigates / knows the AIs.)
>Write In?

>>39816722
I...did I type that, somewhere down the line?

You're going to have to remind me, anon.

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>>39816722
>“Fuck, Myl, if you hate my ideas, just say so. Don't just shit on them by pretending you're having a heart attack.”
>How? How could she be so dense!?

>>39816752
>Fuck it, just take one of the AIs. The guys are probably waiting. (Please select an AI to buy.)

>>39816722
What are you - oh.

OH.

Since it's non-canon, I think I can talk about it behind spoilers. Just because Flare says something doesn't mean she's dense. It just means she's professional.

Or asexual.

Or she just doesn't give a shit, if it doesn't involve riding wanzers.

>>39816884
>>39816752
I chose Alice

>>39816911
Got it. I was going to say that I'd just roll a 1d3 and select that way, but that works, too.

>>39816920
I hope we can come back later on and buy the other AI.
ADA when?

>>39816966
I was extremely tempted to use her instead of VIOLA, but I thought that it'd be too on-the-nose.

Also, you guys would just pick her right off the bat, since ADA BEST AI I'LL FIGHT YOU IF YOU SAY OTHERWISE CUNT

>>39816966
And to answer your other question...I suppose so, yeah. You guys have a week. If you want to spend any of those days not in a montage, just let me know.

>>39817000
we could get a call for a job (hint hint)

>>39817011
You've always got jobs. The Supplier has a big old list for you to sign up for jobs.

I believe Myl told you guys that early on. If not, then that's my fault, and I'll put that in somewhere.

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>>39816985
>ADA BEST AI
Can't argue with that boss
Shift to Vector Cannon mode.
All energy lines connected.
Landing gears and climbing irons locked.
Inner chamber pressure rising normally.
Life ring has started revolving.
Ready to fire.

>>39817039
Then lets go look at that. the list I mean.

Well, time to wait for other people to get in.

Worst comes to worst, I'll be going with >>39816884

Rolled 3 (1d3)

>>39817123
1. R
2. C
3. A

>>39817175
>>39816911
Alice it is, then.

Writing.

>>39816752
Well, there goes the thought of buying more than one AI. Leaving it up to chance, you close your eyes and begin to murmur a nursery rhyme under your breath. As you do so, you start to move your finger back and forth between the three AIs, timing each movement with a syllable inside the song. When the rhyme was finally over, you opened your eyes to find ALICE's saccharine smile in front of your finger. Good enough for you!

You, the mechanic, and your big, cream-colored dog check out all of your items with the twins at the front. As much as you dislike their likeness to a certain fucking AI, they're eerily efficient at ringing up all the items Myl had purchased, along with the blackbox that you had bought for yourself. With the items now bagged and in Mister Wiggles' possession, you lead your little group back out to the main streets.

The sun hadn't quite set yet, but it was close enough to be considered dark by most standards. The rest of the crew was probably meeting up at the bar, already. "C'mon, Sparky - ah'm hankerin' fer some rum in me. Ah hope they like dogs!" says Myl, strutting over to the direction of the bar.

1/?

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>>39817377
What the hell was up with all these people named 'Al', or 'Andy'? Hung right in the center of the bar's front door was a lopsided sign that read 'Al's Alcohol'. It was a rusty as all shit, though, which meant that the guy running it was either a schtickler for the classics or he was a classic. Either way, the drinks were probably going to be good.

Before Myl could go inside, however, a mechanical arm shot in front of her. The mechanical arm belonged to a rustbucket of a droid, barely even functioning from all the junk that was welded on top of it. In a tinny little chirp, it beeped, "NO PETS ALLOWED. AL'S ALCOHOL IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CARING OF PETS OR THEIR WASTE PRODUCT. PLEASE TAKE YOUR PET HOME OR LEAVE IT OUTSIDE."

"Ah, darn it all. Sorry, Hotshot, but it looks like we'll hafta leave yer wrinkly new buddy out here." Myl sighed. Mister Wiggles, seeming to understand what was going on, began to look nervously at you. Or maybe he just needed to wee.

>Options?

>That droid looks like it'll fall apart at any moment. You could probably just shove it out of the way. (Please roll 2d100 for strength check and possible evasion.)
>Looks like it's time to test out ALICE! Get her out, put her into a datapad, and make her work her magic. (Please roll 1d100 for mechanical operation. ALICE will roll 1d100 for mechanical operation, as well.)
>Let's not cause trouble. Mister Wiggles will be fine out here. He's too big to be anything else. (Please roll 1d100 for communication with Mister Wiggles.)
>Write In?

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>39817563
>>Looks like it's time to test out ALICE! Get her out, put her into a datapad, and make her work her magic. (Please roll 1d100 for mechanical operation. ALICE will roll 1d100 for mechanical operation, as well.)
time to earn your keep ai.

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>39817563
>>Let's not cause trouble. Mister Wiggles will be fine out here. He's too big to be anything else. (Please roll 1d100 for communication with Mister Wiggles.)
>Can you hear me
>Woof {Hell yeah}
>Welcome to the machine {bark heresy}

>>39817649
>laughinggirls.jpg

You guys have one HEAT CHARGE left. This is my threadly reminder that you can use it at any time to make a good roll into SWEET HEAT.

Rolled 21, 82 = 103 (2d100)

>>39817563
>>Looks like it's time to test out ALICE! Get her out, put her into a datapad, and make her work her magic. (Please roll 1d100 for mechanical operation. ALICE will roll 1d100 for mechanical operation, as well.)
This is 2d100, right?
I'll just roll 2 just in case.

Rolled 8, 83 = 91 (2d100)

>>39817563
>>Looks like it's time to test out ALICE! Get her out, put her into a datapad, and make her work her magic. (Please roll 1d100 for mechanical operation. ALICE will roll 1d100 for mechanical operation, as well.)

>>39817681
I'm going to roll ALICE, so I'll let you reroll that instead of just taking the first roll.

>>39817695
>>39817681
Jesus, people, all these bad rolls...

Y'all niggas need to roll the 1s out of your d100s. Because everyone has one, justifying my purchase.

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>39817725
might as well get some bad rolls out of the way,

>>39817780
And that's one reroll for the ALICE thing.

>>39817695
You can reroll, too, since I didn't describe the vote very well. Go ahead, anon.

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>39817810

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>39817841
>>39817780
>>39817627
And that's the third roll. Looks like ALICE is going to be put on her paces!

Your highest roll is a 92. This will help with ALICE's roll.

Rolling and writing...

Rolled 59 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>39817863
I should probably roll for the junker bot, too. Oops.

Instead of a plus, this is a minus. I just don't know how to do the minus stuff yet.

>>39817885
you have to do a +- to get it to properly count.

>>39817563
You give Myl a devious grin behind your shades. "Hey, Myl? I don't know how straight-and-narrow you are, so if you're opposed to some street-decker vigilante justice, I think you might wanna avert your eyes." You say, kneeling down to get ALICE from the bags hanging from Mister Wiggles' mouth. Instead of turning her eyes away, your mechanic and friend reaches into the bag and takes out a palm-sized datapad, handing it over to you.

"See, that was s'posed t' be a gift for all y'all, so's we can keep in touch if'n we get split up like this or somethin'. Good fer side missions with Th' Supplier, y'see? But ah'm glad ya got that thar AI ta test it out, too." she replied. You fish out the blackbox containing your new artificial intelligence, holding it close to the datapad and turning both of them on at the same time.

From there, it's a simple task of getting the black box to properly interface with the datapad. You and Myl, putting both of your heads together, easily figure out which menus to dive into and activate both the blackbox and the pad at the same time. ALICE pulls a digital form of herself out from the datapad, using the screen as a makeshift hologram display. "Good day, use - oh, it's you! I'm ever so happy to see you again, user!" says the AI, curtsying.

1/?

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>>39818053
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Look, this fucker - " You point to the junk heap of a droid that was now standing in front of the door. " - is in our way. I'm sending you into his head to root around his shit, change some permissions, and make his ass know that my big, fluffy friend here isn't a pet. He's, uh...I dunno, he's a formic or some shit."

The AI curtsies once more. "As you wish, user. Give me just one moment!" Leaping back into her datapad, she disappears from view. A light flashes on the top of the datapad, which is copied by a small light flashing somewhere in the tangled mess of the droid. After that... the droid begins to jerk erratically. It starts to yell out patterns of numbers in a speed that your brain can't begin to comprehend. At some point during all of this, you're sure you picked up the words 'CoS Protocol Activated!'. Strange.

As quickly as it began, the robot's fit of erratic jerking stopped. It quietly opened the door for you, going inside a ways to hold it open for everyone. ALICE popped out of your datapad once more and curtsied. "Hello again. I have integrated his system completely with this datapad and with my own DMW OS. Should you have any need of operating him, just give me the command, user!"

2/?

Be right back - I thought I could crank out an update before having to pick someone up from a restaurant, and I was wrong. I'll be back in fifteen minutes!

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>>39818241
The bouncer was gone, and ALICE made sure that it wouldn't be a problem in the future. Peering inside, however, you could see that the bar wasn't exactly packed. There were quite a few empty seats here and there, and the bartender was in plain view. For now, his attention was distracted by something going on inside, but if you just walked in with Mister Wiggles...

>Options?
>Let's see if Mister Wiggles can sneak! (Please roll 1d100 for communications. I will roll for Mister Wiggles.)
>Myl, go in there and flirt with the guy. I'll sneak Mister Wiggles in. (Please roll 2d100 for communications and sneaking. I will roll 2d100 for Myl and Mister Wiggles, respectively.)
>ALICE, can you do anything to help? Turn the lights out, maybe? (Please roll 1d100 for mechanics. I will roll 1d100 for ALICE.)
>Write In?

I drive to the wrong place because they didn't tell me where to go, and I still get yelled at when I get home. Son of a BITCH.[/spoilers]

Rolled 94, 81 = 175 (2d100)

>>39818699
>>Myl, go in there and flirt with the guy. I'll sneak Mister Wiggles in. (Please roll 2d100 for communications and sneaking. I will roll 2d100 for Myl and Mister Wiggles, respectively.)
oh boy here we go, if anyone esle will roll that would be great.

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>39818699
>>Let's see if Mister Wiggles can sneak! (Please roll 1d100 for communications. I will roll for Mister Wiggles.)

Rolled 72, 20 = 92 (2d100)

>>39818699
>Myl, go in there and flirt with the guy. I'll sneak Mister Wiggles in. (Please roll 2d100 for communications and sneaking. I will roll 2d100 for Myl and Mister Wiggles, respectively.)

>>39818699
Aw yea wanzer quest.

>can mr.wiggles sneak?

Someone roll for me, because phone won't let me.

>>39818869
>>39818752
VS
>>39818952
>>39818756

An eleventh hour vote sneaks in right before I type 'writing'! Good thing I waited, this time.

Just in case, I'll wait a little bit longer.

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>39818699
>>Let's see if Mister Wiggles can sneak! (Please roll 1d100 for communications. I will roll for Mister Wiggles.)
Sneaky sneaky sneak

Rolled 9, 24 - 10 = 23 (2d100 - 10)

>>39819009
>>39818952
>>39818756
Pistol Pug is now on the battlefield. If you need to contact him, his Codec frequency is 104.91.

96 is your top roll. Let's see how Mister Wiggles does.

Rolling and writing.

The debuff counts for both MW and B.

>>39819080
ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff.

>>39819080
well this will be interesting to see.

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>>39818699
This was going to need a finer touch. Silently, you tap at Myl's shoulders and grab the leash from her hands. Pocketing your datapad, you urge Myl to go on ahead by pushing her body forward. "Don't worry. Look, just get us a seat or some shit. Find everyone else and get them good and fucked up. Also, get me a beer that's cooler than these kickass shades."

"You got it, chief!" Your blonde partner replies, shooting a wink at you and petting Mister Wiggles before heading in. With her out of the way, you take a knee and look at your loveable wrinkle-dog. He's a big, lumbering beast, whose body is larger than yours by leaps and bounds, but he isn't - well, maybe he's dumb. You're not entirely sure. Are wrinkle-dogs the dumb ones?

The pug lets out a happy, high pitched yap. Even though it appeared to be concerned, the wag of its curly tail suggested that it was probably happy. Maybe. "Okay, you dumb motherfucker. I'm gonna need you to get your ass in there as quietly as possible. Don't go around yapping and shit, got it?" You whisper. Pointing into the bar, you push the dog forward. "Go on, Mister Wiggles. Sneak your ass in there."

1/?

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>>39819080
guess he'll need to roll to befriend

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>>39819220
In hindsight, maybe telling a happy-go-lucky dog to 'sneak' wasn't the best of ideas, especially considering that you had just gotten him today. Mister Wiggles, as lovable as he was, ran right into the bar...and proceeded to knock down a bar stool. Said barstool collided with the table that it was positioned beside, which also toppled on its side. On top of the table were quite a few bottles, most of which shattered on the ground upon impact to make a very loud clatter. This, in turn, alarmed the poor dog and made him start yapping out in fear (and maybe farting a little. Not a lot. Okay, yes, it was a lot.)

You try to rush in there, hoping to catch up to Mister Wiggles, but the huge wrinkle-dog was just too damn fast! He crashed into a second table before you could even stop him, and the act of stopping him almost made a third table go down! Eventually, however, you were able to calm him down.

One person who hadn't calmed down was the furious bartender, who was so choked up by his rage that he was red in his pink face. The two antennae above his head bobbed in anger as he struggled to verbalize his thoughts. None of them were good, you'd wager.

>Options?
>Just...just get the droid to watch over Mister Wiggles. (Please roll 1d100 for communication with Mister Wiggles.)
>Calm the bartender down. Flirt with him, maybe? (Please roll 1d100 for communication with the bartender.)
>Intimidate the bartender. You've got a gun. (Please roll 1d100 for intimidation with the bartender.)
>Write In?

>>39819345
>tfw I realize I could just use my pug as pictures for Mister Wiggles
>tfw I then realize that it would involve making posts on my phone
Fuck that noise.

>>39819345
>Calm the bartender down. Flirt with him, maybe? (Please roll 1d100 for communication with the bartender.)

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>39819345
>>Calm the bartender down. Flirt with him, maybe? (Please roll 1d100 for communication with the bartender.)
hey it worked once.

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>39819412
>>39819345
missed dice

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>39819345
>>Calm the bartender down. Flirt with him, maybe? (Please roll 1d100 for communication with the bartender.)
Relax. It's not like we trashed your bar completely...
Well, at least not yet.

>>39819476
>>39819475
>>39819441
Do you guys just wanna calm him down regular-like, or flirt him?

>>39819492
try regular first, if it fails flirt.

>>39819492
Regular with a little flirting for good measure.
Say our dog ran in due to being scared by some punks on the street or something.

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>39819568
>>39819557
You got it.

>>39819476
Time to chat up the bartender! 81 is your highest roll. Now to see if the Bartender buys your lies.

Rolling and writing...

>>39819642
You stand up and interrupt the pink-skinned bartender before he can speak. Time to use those feminine wiles again. "Gods damn it, I'm really sorry...look, I didn't mean for Mister Wiggles to do any of that, okay? There were just some street punks out there, trying to look for trouble, and he wanted to get away from them. I tried to stay calm so that they wouldn't take any of my money, but then one of them spotted me and started to come close. My dog pulled away from my leash, he ran to the nearest building, and...well, here we are!"

With just a twinge of faux-nervousness in your voice, you continued. "Look, I know this looks bad, but I really was in trouble. You saved my life! This gun's - well, it's for protection, but I don't really know how to use it, y'know? My dog was probably hoping a nice guy could help me hide from the thugs outside..." And, for added effect, you lowered your shades to try and give him a flirty look.

The bartender's silent struggle seemed to intensify. Whatever he was trying to say, it just wouldn't come out. The more he tried to think about it, the more you wanted to just inch away and look for a table.

"FINE!" He screamed out, making Mister Wiggles yap out in fear and hide behind your legs. "PAY FOR THE TABLES!"

1/?

Hello timid!
If I were on time I would have chose to buy all three AIs and do jobs for our employer, but I guess ALICE does it.
can we do said jobs after this reat and the next match too?

>>39819875
The only thing worse than an angry bartender was an angry bartender who had the voice of a dying cat. "PAY FOR THE TABLES! FORTY CREDITS! FORTY CREDITS PER TABLE! YOU PAY FOR MY TABLES!" Stress veins were popping out of his shiny, near-gelatinous dome. The bartender pointed to the two tables that your wrinkle-dog had knocked out and held up two fingers. "TWO TABLES, FORTY CREDITS EACH! PAY FOR THE TABLES! PAY FOR THEM! OR I'LL CALL THE MILITARY POLICE!"

Shit.

>Options?
>Intimidate him? You do have a gun... (Please roll 1d100 for intimidation.)
>Ignore him? He wouldn't really call the cops.
>Diplomacize him? There's got to be a way we can do this civil-like. (Please roll 1d100 for communication.)
>Charm him? Time to whip the girls on. (Please roll 1d100 for charm-isma.)
>Write In?

>>39819935
We currently do not have an 'employer', as of yet. But you guys can ask Myl about that while we drink or something.

If you guys want, we can go and get the other ones. It's just that...well, you're already strapped for cash, and buying the dog and Myl's equipment has almost wiped out all your money. Also, this whole thing with the bartender...yeah, nah, you guys are gonna be in debt very, very soon.

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>39819985
>Charm him? Time to whip the girls on. (Please roll 1d100 for charm-isma.)

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>39819985
>>Diplomacize him? There's got to be a way we can do this civil-like. (Please roll 1d100 for communication.)

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>39819985
>>Diplomacize him? There's got to be a way we can do this civil-like. (Please roll 1d100 for communication.)

Lets get dangerous.

>>39820086
>>39820060
Do you guys have any specific way you want her to try and lead the conversation?

Possible options are : offering services, offering sponsorship, paying him the dosh, etc.

>>39820120
We could appeal to his masculinity and show that we are but a simple girl with little to our name, we could also point out that the tables might not have been that damaged.

>>39820120
We could also point out that if the table could be damaged by a 'pahg', it is high time for rhe table to be replaced anyway

Rolled 28 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>39820086
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oa3wlWzLli0
>>39820060
>>39820086
>>39820173
Looks like we're appealing to his masculinity and trying to disguise our apparent muscles. Also the tables are probably fine. Probably. It's not like the dog's smashing them into pulp or anything.

Rolling for him and writing.

>>39820284
At least he wasn't screaming for Mister Wiggles to get out. Still, eighty credits was fucking steep for a bunch of tables. Actually, when you glance down at them... "Sir, the tables are fine. They're a little banged up, yes, but they still work just fine. Please, sir - I'm just a simple woman with little to my name. I don't have much money to begin with. I promise I won't be any more of a bother, so... could we let it slide, just this once? Please?" Again, you bat your eyes at him, trying to make yourself seem as weak and as dainty as possible. It's quite the task, with your toned, muscular form.

Apparently, you're better at hiding it than you thought. The bartender struggles just a little bit more with his thoughts before visibly deflating, picking up one of the tables with one hand and setting it down properly. "FINE." He screeches, just a little less loud than before. "SIT. BUT YOU PAY FOR THE GLASSES! TEN CREDITS IN ALL! THREE CREDITS PER GLASS, THREE GLASSES! TEN CREDITS IN ALL!" Not exactly what you were hoping to hear, sure, but you couldn't reasonably expect to get off completely free, anyway.

With that debacle finally out of the way, the bartender goes and cleans up both tables. You guide Mister Wiggles into the bar proper, both to get out of the pink Tyhran's way and to calm your damn dog down.

1/?

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>>39820426
http://www.pandora.com/station/play/2639269072884885799
Al's Alcohol was as small on the inside as it was on the outside, but that didn't mean it was a small bar. Even if it was a slow day, there were easily thirty people in the wooden room, either sitting near the big counter or holing themselves away on a table. A band was settled in near the back of the bar, playing strange instruments and making the dirty place have a nice, homely atmosphere. At one corner of the bar was a group of sophonts playing parlor games; at another corner, some tough-looking females were all sharing a big jug of clear vodka.

Myl's dainty, yet calloused hand waved you down. She was seated with the rest of the team in an enclosed booth that was a good distance away from the other groups without looking shady. Gaius, Nahn, Roy and Deks all had drinks in front of them, and were laughing and toasting to each other heartily. Sofia seemed to be the only one who wasn't drinking, for whatever reason. Maybe because there were only five drinks on the table, and Myl had the fifth drink. How convenient.

>Options?
>Approach your team. You and Mister Wiggles come with gifts. Also, you come with the gift of Mister Wiggles.
>Play some parlor games. You might be able to win your dosh back.
>Get a drink. You know what they're up to, and you're not having it. (Please roll 1d100 to talk to the very angry bartender.)
>Write In?

>>39820603
>>Approach your team. You and Mister Wiggles come with gifts. Also, you come with the gift of Mister Wiggles.

>>39820603
If that link doesn't work, just look up 'Spokey Dokey' by the Seatbelts on Pandora. It simulates bands switching out their music and stuff, without me having to do any work! Huzzah, procrastination!

>>39820603
>Approach your team. You and Mister Wiggles come with gifts. Also, you come with the gift of Mister Wiggles.

>>39820603
>Approach your team. You and Mister Wiggles come with gifts. Also, you come with the gift of Mister Wiggles.
Team loyalty.

>>39820622
>>39820642
>>39820654
You come with gifts of datapads and a new AI for yourself! That's what they get for not saving you and Sofia a drink.

Writing.

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>>39820603
Walking Mister Wiggles through the lake of tables and people, you eventually get you and your pahg to the table. It's one of those tables that has the chair looping around it in a U-shape, and Gaius seems to have commandeered the nicest spot at the apex of the U, while Roy and Nahn sat at his left and right, respectively. Nahn was sitting beside Deks and drinking happily alongside him. The only space left seemed to be beside Sofia, at the far left of the U.

"Hop to, assholes. Your captain's back, and she brought a fuckin' mascot. Also, Myl and I got you guys your own datapads so that we don't all panic when shit goes awry like it usually does. Here." You call out, taking the bags out of Mister Wiggles' jacked-up mouth and depositing it in the very middle of the table. Everyone raises their glass to you (well, Sofia doesn't have a glass, but she salutes you, nonetheless) and reaches into the bag for their own datapads.

You settle yourself into the chair just in time to listen to the end of Gaius' joke. "...and then she says, 'Do I know her!? That's my MOTHER!'" The whole table erupts in laughter and cheers to the one-armed soldier... except for Sofia, once again.

1/?

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>>39820911
Your scarf-toting pro'tau, in fact, taps you on the shoulder. Captain Cuvic. I feel that now is a good chance to speak to you, while we are relaxing. When you have the time, please listen to what I have to say. You've never heard her think this urgently before. Then again, you've been putting her off for a while, now, and the poor girl's probably chomping at the bit to talk to you.

Roy slams his mug down on the table, a dark-red tinge on his furry cheeks. "Hey! Hey...hey... cappin! Youuuuugottaloddatalkinnado! Wegoddatalk! You'n me! We all godda talk! I wanna hear a funny story from yeh, mmkay? Jusslike...just like this guy! Riiitehere!" slurred the lopine. You could smell the intoxication on him from here. You try and get a visual answer from Deks, but the formic just shrugs. He, too, has a bit of pink on his green, leathery flesh.

>From here on, you have up to six time units to spend in the bar. Each choice will lead to a scene that consumes one time unit. When all time units are consumed, it will be time to go home. Choose wisely.

>Options?
>Go gamble and earn some money! (You may go alone, or you may select someone to go with you.)
>Talk to the group? They seem to want to hear a story from you. (You may write in a specific genre that you would like to hear, such as 'horror' or 'growing up'.)
>Get a gods-damned drink!
>Talk to Sofia? She's chomping at the bit to talk to you. (Please roll 1d100 for mind-link conversation.)
>Talk to Myl about your dosh situation. That's extremely important.
>Write In?

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>39821058
>Talk to Sofia? She's chomping at the bit to talk to you. (Please roll 1d100 for mind-link conversation.)

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>39821058
>>Talk to Sofia? She's chomping at the bit to talk to you. (Please roll 1d100 for mind-link conversation.)
might as well.

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>39821058
>Talk to Sofia? She's chomping at the bit to talk to you. (Please roll 1d100 for mind-link conversation.)
Sure.

Rolled 85 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>39821271
>>39821236
>>39821144
Noice. 95 is your highest roll. I totally wasn't swaying you guys with words or anything. I was completely and totally biased.

No railroading here, no sir.

Rolling for Sofia and writing...

>>39821308
since we match it goes great?

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>>39821058
For now, you wave away Roy's remark with a swift middle finger. "Fuck off and enjoy your drink, you little shit." You growl teasingly, grinning at him. In response, the drunk bunny yelps and hides behind his drink.

Heh.

With that out of the way, you turn to Sofia. "Okay, blueberry. You've been riding my ass this whole day about wanting to talk about shit, so I might as well hear what you have to say. What is it?" You ask. While you look away from him, Mister Wiggles takes a seat beside you and places his head on the chair. You absentmindedly start scratching behind his ears, which makes the pahg start to snort and whine in happiness.

Captain. First of all, I feel that it is important to tell you the importance of a mental link like this. First and foremost, while I am able to read the thoughts of others, most other sophonts do not simply obtain active hearing into my own thoughts during a mental link. It is usually 'what I want them to hear', instead of 'what you hear'. This is quite unusual, and it has made me wonder if you have been in contact with the CHIM. Sofia's pure black eyes seem to swallow the light around her if you stare for too long, but you're able to break eye contact should you want to.

More importantly than that, I have some information regarding Gaius which you may wish to hear. Oh, shit, she does? You sit up a little more properly at that, which makes Mister Wiggles put one of his large paws on your lap to force you to stay still. Once you were scratching his ears again, the big dog calmed right back down. Captain... I cannot hear his thoughts. The others, I can hear. They cannot hear me, but I am able to listen to them. Gaius, however... he is a blank slate. His mindscape is like listening to static, and I cannot pierce the static to tune into his thoughts.

1/?

>>39821487
>CHIM
>CHIM
>CHIM

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>>39821487
He may also have been in contact with the CHIM, but in different ways. It is difficult to explain, but I shall try to do my best. Sofia held her datapad up in such a way that only you could see it. Flipping through a few menus, she eventually brought up a hologram of two sticks. One of the sticks had been colored red, while the other was colored blue. As you can see, I have displayed two types of sticks. The red one represents you. When in contact with CHIM, there are those who react in the way that you have - it enhances their body and their abilities to a certain extent, and it gives them a certain insight into the laws of the Chari. The Chari must have been the name that the pro'tau gave themselves or something.

Sofia gave the red stick a few outgoing waves on one end, and a few incoming waves on the other end. The power of the CHIM, to be more clear, has given you the ability to LISTEN to the world, and act upon it in a certain way. In your terms...yes, I see it, now. You would call it 'radiation' from the CHIM. It is what makes you able to listen to me, it seems. Clearing up the red stick, Sofia then pointed to the blue one.

This is Gaius. He is the blue stick. As you can see, there are no waves. In fact, there is an ABSENCE of waves. He may also have been in contact with the CHIM, but in such a manner that it deafened him to the world. It made him shielded from it, which is in some respects also a benefit. He does not have to LISTEN to the world, as you do. He can choose to ignore it. To demonstrate, Sofia made a few waves that bounced off of the blue stick hologram before wiping it away.

2/?

>>39821657
I have more to report, but I feel that you may have questions. You may ask them now, if you wish. Sofia lowered her datapad, staring at you patiently.

Uh...

>Options?
>Free Write, but you must roll 1d100 for communications.
>For guidance, here are some questions.
>What is CHIM?
>Is your information reliable?
>Why are you telling me this?
>Why can't you read other people's minds?
>Etc.

>YOU MAY ONLY ASK UP TO FIVE QUESTIONS. This is for the sake of my sanity.

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>39821711
>Why are you telling me this?

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>39821711
>What is CHIM?
>Why are you telling me this?
>Why can't you read other people's minds?
>Could the prallat know about this?

>>39821711
>What is CHIM?
>Why are you telling me this?
>Where can we find CHIM?
>Does the type of reaction to CHIM can be influenced?
>Can we expose our teammates to let them be a better pilot?

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>39821875
Forgot roll.

Rolled 68, 96, 23, 54, 26 = 267 (5d100)

>>39821875
>>39821812
>>39821734
Taking out the repeat ones, the confirmed questions you guys are asking will be...

>What is CHIM?
>Why are you telling me this?

Now, the unconfirmed questions, in order, are...

1>Why can't you read other people's minds?
2>Could the Prallat know about this?
3>Where can we find CHIM?
4>Can we influence what type of CHIM reaction someone receives?
5>Can we expose our teammates to let them be a better pilot?

What I'm going to do is roll 5d100. The top three shall be selected.

Your highest roll is 85, which is locked in.

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>39821933
1, 2, and 4 are locked in. Therefore...

>What is CHIM?
>Why are you telling me this?
>Why can't you read other people's minds?
>Could the Prallat know about this?
>Can we influence what type of CHIM reaction someone receives?

These are your questions, people.

Gonna roll for counter-communication before writing...

>>39821958
We can't hear most of it. Or we destroyed our eardrums(?) in the process.

Can't we communicate by writing on the datapad, instead?

>>39821711
Since you're not quite so good with telepathy as Sofia is, you have to resort to just muttering this stuff under your breath. Sure, she can just read your mind, but there's a certain something to doing it the normal way. "Okay, so..."

"What is this 'CHIM' shit?"
CHIM is a source of energy. CHIM -IS- energy, in a certain sense. It is the life energy of the universe. We, the Chari, are charged with the spiritual study of CHIM.

"Why are you telling me this?"
I have been sent here to locate a source of CHIM. You have come in contact with it, which is why you can hear and feel my thoughts. You are a lead, captain...among other things.

"Could the Prallat know about this? I don't want him fucking us over because of it..."
The Prallat has no knowledge of this. Few beings know of the truth of CHIM. That said, he has exposure to it. I cannot hear his thoughts, though I have made attempts to do so...

"Alright. What about influencing the CHIM reaction? What if I wanted to help someone LISTEN better or whatever the fuck you said?"
This is improbable. CHIM reacts relative to the energies that are given it. In a sense, those who come into contact with CHIM give a certain type of energy, and they receive this energy in a reflected, yet amplified state. It is possible to try, but your will, and your energy, must be far greater than the energies of the CHIM. In short, you must exert more energy than the CHIM.

1/?

>>39821994
You weren't rolling on whether or not you could hear her...well, not exactly.

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>>39822074
Hey wait something happened what is-
>chim
Uh.

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>>39822074
"Why can't you read other people's minds?"
I can, but they cannot read MY mind. The only exceptions are those like you, who have been touched with the CHIM openly, and those like Gaius, who have been touched by CHIM in a closed way.

Though you had more questions, it was probably for the best if you kept moving. You don't want to spend the whole gods-damned night doing mental tiddlywinks with your sniper while everyone got piss-drunk. "Alright, that's CHIM. I'll, uh, keep that in mind. What else did you want to bring up?" You ask.

Sofia's eyes narrowed. Shooting a quick glance to her right, she replied, Do not trust Gaius. He is a very competent leader, and he is quite willing to prove it. Already, he is showing others the competency of his leadership. When you trained against us, he took charge immediately, and turned everyone against you as quickly as you turned us against the three other Packs, in the beginning. He has also woven himself in with the lopine and the human girl, and was attempting to do the same with me while he and I went around. He asked about me, asked about my likes and dislikes. I attempted to read his mind, but I could hear nothing. It was alarming, to say the least, and it also made me question him.

Captain. Be careful, around him. Sofia furrowed her brow, glancing once again at Gaius.

>Options?
>I trust the team. It's just your imagination.
>While I don't trust him, I trust the team. It'll be okay.
>Shiiiit. Suggestions?
>Shiiiit. Address loyalty issues now! (Please roll 1d100 for communications/accusations against Gaius.)
>Write In?

>>39822201
Don't think about it as the Elder Scrolls thing. I'm only using it because I think it is a word with gravitas behind it.

Also because I've been playing a shit-tonne of Skyrim / Morrowind.

>>39822230
>Shiiiit. Suggestions?
Well. What.
>>39822243
Elder scrolls?
I didn't even know it was elder scrolls related!

>>39822230
>>Shiiiit. Suggestions?
this could be a problem, options number 1.

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>>39822259
http://elderscrolls.wikia.com/wiki/CHIM
>>39822288
I had to reread that a few times to understand what you were saying.

>>39822230
>>Shiiiit. Suggestions?

>>39822379
>>39822288
>>39822259
Time for the wisdom of a mind reader.

Writing.

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>>39822230
That was going to be a problem. Fucking hell, you should have known that Gaius was going to sweep you under the rug. Motherfucker was probably a fucking spy for the fucking Prallat, for all you know. Look at him, trying to sweeten up to Nahn and Roy. Deks, too, probably. They're all cumming buckets over his sweet-talking. Son of a BITCH... You click your tongue in annoyance. "Suggestions, Sofia? You're the one who brought this up."

From the way Sofia blinked, you could tell she wasn't expecting that. "..." I think, for now, that you should just reaffirm your position as captain. You alone know how to perform that job to the best of your ability; I won't presume to understand the burdens of leadership. What I shall say, regarding that, is that we have followed you before. Whatever you did then, do it now. Alternatively, you can sway Gaius to follow you completely, instead of trying to undermine you. Gain his allegiance, and you won't have to worry.

Wise words. With nothing left to say, Sofia just ends the mental link and looks to the rest of the team, listening in on their conversation. From what you could gather, they were talking about their past experiences. Roy was excitedly talking about something or other, though, so it probably wasn't all too important. Myl, on the other hand, seemed to be checking something out on her new datapad. You got the impression that she was doing the finances, judging by the slight distress in her frown.

There were cheers from other tables, quick taps on datapads, and a shift in the music. The night was young, and people were starting to shuffle in. The poker table was starting to grow, and some people were even clearing a space in front of the band to dance. Looks like there was quite a bit to do.

1/?

>>39822518
>One time unit has been consumed. Five time units remain.
>Options?
>Talk to the team. Current conversation : Our pasts.
>Go gamble! Maybe bring a friend to help you out. (You may go alone, or you may select one person to join you.)
>Talk to Myl about money problems? That's a big thing that needs to happen.
>Drink?
>Drink more?
>No, really, drink?
>Write In?

I have so many options I want to put in, but I don't wanna overwhelm people. Fug.

>>39822527
>>Talk to Myl about money problems? That's a big thing that needs to happen.

>>39822527
>>Talk to the team. Current conversation : Our pasts.
we do need to inform them about that shit, we kinda owe them.

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>>39822527
>Talk to Myl about money problems? That's a big thing that needs to happen.
Serious business

>>39822618
>>39822587
Time for dosh talk with Professor Dosh and Doctor Dosh.

Writing.

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>>39822654
[muffled loadsofmoney in the distance]

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>>39822687
>dosh
you meant brouzouf.
must havings brouzouf

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>>39822518
Hoo, boy. Well, you can't say that you weren't expecting this conversation. Biting the bullet, you reach over and lower Myl's datapad. She lets out an annoyed whine before turning her gaze to you, biting half of her lower lip in an anxious expression. "Hey, Sparky. Ah got some bad news, here. So...y'know how our cred situation's tight, right? Y'all didn't help none with yer wanzertrashin', so we're gonna hafta cobble that t'gether with some scrapwork'n stuff, but - well, lemme just show ya."

Myl punches in a few numbers into her datapad before sliding it over to you. When you catch it, the first thing that comes to mind would be the sheer amount of red that was everywhere. Gods damn, nearly everything you did was an expense or a tax! The food expense was low, since your mechanic just sprung for protein paste replications, but the water bill was insane, on this planet! Add that to the wanzers that you've trashed and had to buy, the tax that was snuck into the arm that you bought for Gaius, and the low payout you get per each match...

"We get a thousand per match, right? We're supposta git more, but th' Prallat's holdin' out on us. Well, we spent a lotta shit on th' team, lately, and even with th' saved up dosh, y'all got about...ten creds t'yer name, left. We're lucky that ya got them extra wanzers fer free, 'cuz we would'n'a ever afforded 'em, otherwise! Add that t' future costs, and we won't survive th' week! We NEED some inflow here, Sparky." growled Myl, keeping her voice down so as not to alert the other squadmates. They were too busy talking, anyway, so there wasn't much worry about that. Still...

1/?

>>39822781
"That's not exactly the type of shit I wanted to see, Myl, but at least we fucking know." You sigh, sliding the datapad back across the wooden table and into Myl's hands. Reclining in your chair, you try to push away the irritation gnawing at the back of your throat. It's business time, right now. Not drinking time. Business.

Myl takes her hat off for just a moment to brush her feathery hair. "So...what now? Ah got a few ideas, Hotshot, but yer the captain. Y'all got the final call."

>Options?
>Let's see what the Supplier has for us. (Myl will contact the Supplier.)
>Let's see what the gravver-net has for us. (Myl will check the local internet.)
>Did you find us sponsors yet, Myl? (Myl will pull up a list of potentials.)
>Write In?

>There is another way, but I won't say it outright. You guys gotta think to unlock it. Here's a hint - it's in the palm of your hands.

>>39822847
>>Let's see what the Supplier has for us. (Myl will contact the Supplier.)

>>39822847
>>Write In?
ask Alice if she has any ideas.

>>39822847
>Let's see what the Supplier has for us. (Myl will contact the Supplier.)
We take care of our own business by ourselves.
no loose corners. Or tails?

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>39823026
>>39823003
The d2 rises from its grave to make an important choice!

1 is to talk to the robot with the guns
2 is -

>>39823079
Or you can do that. To the Supplier you go, then!

Second to last post of the night! It's already late.

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>>39822847
If it's up to you, then the answer is clear, isn't it? "Myl, you know what to do. Can you contact our special friend from here?" You ask.

Myl shrugs. "Hell, Sparky, he's usually the one to contact me, if'n he's got shit fer me t'do. Ah haven't had the chance to check up on our special friend, so ah cain't say fer sure if'n he's even available fer contactin'. Here, lemme try..." Leaning closer to her datapad, she sets it down on the table and begins to type on it furiously. She works as fast as her hands can push her, going through page after website after firewall in roughly the amount of time you would do it.

"Yes...no...yes...no...there!" The blonde cries out happily, clapping her hands. She slides the pad over to you with a huge smile on her face, almost bouncing in her seat. "It ain't pretty, but ah got somethin' t' work with. He's a collective o' AIs, right? Well, all y'all gotta do ta talk to 'im is ta get the sonofagun ta interface with yer pad! Y'all got a direct line t' our nearest Supplier, darlin'."

On the pad was the regular, impassive face of the android collective known as the Supplier. Instead of the display of guns that you were used to, this Supplier seemed to have an array of computers. "I see that you have found the Xiao-Lou branch, Captain Cuvic. I am also sufficiently impressed to see that you have accessed this area from a remote point. I take it there is something you needed?"

1/?

>>39823088

Maybe we should have entered Mr. Wiggles in an illegal dog - racing competition.

>>39823159
You mean a dog - wiggling competition.

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>ALICE, while initially the weakest one, is advertised as a cheap DMW system that improves over time. It also molds to the user's requirements (within reason, of course) and has a solid learning curve.
> molds to the user's requirements (within reason, of course) and has a solid learning curve.

>>39823158
Adjusting your shades, you hold up the datapad so that the merchant can get a good view of your 'serious face'. "You know it, tin can. I got some dosh problems, and I need you to get me some jobs. You got anyone that needs fucking over?" You ask.

The Supplier only taps a single button. Your view is switched over to a small list of items, each one having a SELECT button to the right of it. "Take a look, Captain. We understand that you are quite pressed for money, so the collective is now displaying our Short List. This is a list of jobs which require action within the next few hours. Accepting these jobs will mean that you will do them right away. Most of these jobs are in the local area, with the farthest one being close to your warehouse. Please look over the list and take a job that fancies you."

Currently on the list :

>Help the North Sector Police Department with a drug bust!
>Assist a local gang with animal racing!
>Wipe out a low-ranking politician and his retinue while they 'rest' at a certain brothel!
>Deliver a package to the Midland Layer!
>Protect a politician and his retinue while they 'rest' at a certain brothel!

>A small part of you wonders what would happen if you pulled out your datapad and just... (Please roll 1d100 for mechanics. ALICE will roll 1d100 for ???)

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>>39823246
Pic related.

>>39823258
Heh. Heheh. HEH. HEHEHEH. HEHEHEHEHEHEH.

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>39823277

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>39823277
>Help the North Sector Police Department with a drug bust!

Rolled 4121 (1d9001)

>>39823277
>Mr Wiggles will now earn his food by the sacred art of pahg racing.

>>39823294
>>39823323
Are you guys rolling for the secret option?

If you do, you can't select the job. Well, you can, but, uh, it might be a while until we do it.

>>39823345
yeah and I'll delete this one since I screwed up my post. >>39823302

>>39823344
That made me laugh more than it ought to have.

Partially because my pug actually walked into my room, looked at me with the worried pug look, and promptly farted. Hearing this fart, he looked around in concern.

He's been a bit gassy due to something he ate. It was perfect timing.

>>39823345
Ah, no, I'm not. Damn nice 75 tho

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>39823277
>A small part of you wonders what would happen if you pulled out your datapad and just... (Please roll 1d100 for mechanics. ALICE will roll 1d100 for ???)
Mystery box always leads to something intresting...

>>39823277
>Assist a local gang with animal racing!
PAHG WILL RACE

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>>39823371
Can we at least try to judge if Mr.Wiggles is actually race-worthy?

>>39823294
>>39823405
And just as I was about to bust out a d3, a second person votes for the mystery option.

With such a low roll...that might not be the best idea.

Well, good thing we're ending it on the next -

>>39823420
SON OF A BITCH. Now I have to bust out the d2.

1 is for Mystery Box,
2 is for Glorious Pahg Wiggle-Racing.

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>39823420
Forgot the dang roll

Rolled 38, 54 = 92 (2d100)

>>39823439
Oh, you're - oooooh.

In that case, both will work. 36 is the highest number, so now I roll for ALICE, here...

A first, then S. A gets a minus 10, while S gets a plus 10.

>>39823459
The die is cast. Let us see what happens when Alice goes down the rabbit hole...

Writing.

>>39823436
Next time, man. It's wrap-up time, right now.

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>>39823468
>64 vs 64
INTENSE SHOWDOWN

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>>39823277
Mister Wiggles lifts his head from your lap, snoring while staring right into your breasts. He places his paw on your thigh, then his other paw. "Well, I think I know what you want to do, you little bastard. Let's see if I can't make you earn your damn keep." You grunt.

>ANIMAL RACING SELECTED. The location is now recorded to your datapad. Expected time to meet is in one hour. Don't be late!

As you go through the usual paperwork of remembering where to go, however, a simple thought enters your head. It's a rather silly notion, but something tells you...no, something compels you to test ALICE out further. Surely, she wouldn't mind the test. Besides, you've always wondered what would happen something like this would happen. While you still had the connection to the Supplier, you dip your hand down and take out your datapad. Making sure to hold it out of sight of the other datapad, you turn it on and tap the screen to wake your AI up.

Alice climbs out of the pad in her usual way, curtsying and smiling and ever so happy! Before she can speak, you hold your finger up to your lips and hush her; the AI responds with a nod. You then point down to Myl's datapad and make a walking motion with two fingers, making a line between two datapads. Understanding the signal, her hologram opens up a large rabbit hole. With a trilling wave of her fingers, the little girl steps in...

<---------------
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QtP60NmDKqc
TO BE CONTINUED!

Post-Thread Wrap-Up Is Go!

>>39823554
...yes. That's how that roll works.

That's exactly how it works. Not in any other way. That's how it went.

Exactly.

>>39823599
>Companion Gained - The DMW AI, ALICE!
>AI Companions usually come with secret functions! Play around with the system and see what happens!
>ALICE has now gone down the Rabbit Hole! Oh dear, oh me, oh my!
>Sofia's S-Link has Ranked Up!
>You have accepted a job with the Supplier!

Got questions? Got complaints? Got things to say? Say them now, while I'm awake!

>>39823631
Thanks for running, Do pugs normally scare themselves with their own farts.

>>39823643
Mine does, at least. He's a finicky little bastard, he is.

He also has a penchant for grabbing your hand with his paw and forcing you to give him belly rubs.

Pugs are stupid, slow, but sappy in how they love you.

>>39823655
So will Alice be fine or will that be a behind the scenes sort of deal?

Is pagh racing really illegal or what?

>>39823689
In regards to your first question... wait until next thread, on Saturday, true believer!

As to your second question... there's a reason why they're doing it through the Supplier. I won't say it is illegal, but I won't say it's not.

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>>39823631
>...yes. That's how that roll works.
>That's exactly how it works. Not in any other way. That's how it went.
>Exactly.
...uh.
Excuse me?
What is

>>39823768
Don't worry about it. Just know that you're going to have a most peculiar adventure, if you choose to accept it.

Next thread, anyway.

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Redrawing the crew.

>>39823980
Right now!?

FUCKSLEEPHEREWEGO

Nice image. Matches her clothing. She seems a bit thin, but is otherwise fine.

I take it you're using the pastebin descriptions?

>>39824043
Yeah, pretty much.

Phone's acting up, gonna post Nahn in a bit.

>>39824165
I shall wait ever patiently, to download this on my iPad.

I already archived this in suptg, but will it save the new pictures?

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>>39824043

>>39824188
Perfect, old bean, perfect! I like the addition of the head spike thing.

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>>39824197
I feel an ahoge would go well with Nahn.

>>39824355
Like Roy's ears, it twitches in relation to how nervous or excited she is.

Recently, it's been twitching a fucking lot.

>>39824355
Incidentally, the more you draw him, the more pathetic he seems. At the same time, Roy seems to be given more character by you each time you draw him. You're giving him life, anon.

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Every morning, Deks puts on his Ambassadorial Protection Pass (now useless) and reminds himself that he's still a Diplomat of the glorious Formic Race, dammit.

Also is this thread archived yet or not?

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>>39824548
>That smug pepe

>>39824548
It's archived.