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>>765560
Funny, we also wear the catears at the Great Lady? Always though that was a the Whatever only gimmick.
Also, WE WORK IN THE GREAT LADY?!

Also, polychrome hair, Heh.

Funny, I JUST got back from playing. And here we are again.

The conversation goes on like a valtz. While some guilt steems from spying their chat,
curiosity wins you over. It's not like you will use their words to harm, after all.

"I must confess to my corcern, regardless," The hooded figure looks up. You do as well;
there's nothing but the short ceiling of the second floor, "that they might not live to learn
the lesson."

"Is that guilt I hear?"

"I plan to lend a hand. Soon. Hate is the mark of weaklings, and I do not have us both for
such a sad description."

"Neither do I, yet as you can see this clearly is a matter of culture, an issue of belief-"

They both turn, and as the figure does the humble light reveals it's an Arma. You don't get
to read the headband; a small girl is standing at the end of the alley, still drenched in the
light of the streets. Her clothes are rags no cleaner than the one you just cleaned the
tables with.

"And when culture and hunger clash with one another," the Arma says, as Bashjik beckons
the girl to come closer, and she does, "what will thrive?"

Your eyes widen, as from Bashjik's fancy sleeve a scarlet red rose slides to his hand.
The knight presents it to the girl, who stares at
it blankly while taking it. She takes a bite; looking at the knight with calm eyes, petals slip from her lips as she chews on
the scarlet rose.

(Cont!)

>>765676
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, It's the Whatever, the Whatever! What was I thinkiiing! .___.

"How long as it been like this?" You repeat, wearing your thick headset at the supermarket, standing next to Trash as you both search for a particular brand of chocolate chip cereals.

Who yawns. Wildly. You wait her up, yet she seems lost at the funny pictures in the boxes. "A month. Maybe less. I didn't had White for the patient type to be honest, she's doing a great job for all the Second has been fucking with her." She takes a box, studies it intently as it had the formula to change styrofoam into spiced chicken, then slowly puts it back. "I don't know how longer she's going to last."

"And you plan to help the himehorns? You aren't a real haremhorn, sorry." You blink. "Oh. That was for me, wasn't it Nielly?"

>>765824
We're going to help. Even if its just us and the Greathorn handing off support jobs to each other. Help shouldn't be decided by birth.

I don't know how long I'll have a good connection. If it goes out, I'll be back in 4 hours, more or less.

>>765730
>"And when culture and hunger clash with one another," the Arma says, as Bashjik beckons
>the girl to come closer, and she does, "what will thrive?"
>Your eyes widen, as from Bashjik's fancy sleeve a scarlet red rose slides to his hand.
>The knight presents it to the girl, who stares at
>it blankly while taking it. She takes a bite; looking at the knight with calm eyes, petals slip from her lips as she chews on
>the scarlet rose.
I like this. As someone poking their nose into a thread, I like this, and I don't get it.

>>766821
Do you WANT to get it?
I got the archives right here!

Before everything started: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=old+leader+quest

A thing best forgotten (at least they wish others would forget): http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Test+Quest%21

Where we are about right now, give or take a few years: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Haremhorn

Additionally to that, I'll just give the order to the horned one to give you the necessary information related to the setting in general.

>>766918

>A thing best forgotten (at least they wish others would forget): http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=anon-and-waifus

FIXED. I love it, but I had to decanonize SO MUCH!

Also Test Quest is the actual intro to the setting D: OLQ doesn't even end!

Sorry, I don't want to go through a hundred threads.

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If you really want to understand, just go through this one:

>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Test+Quest%21

It's three threads short. If you don't like that, you won't like the rest of the setting. Also expect typos.

Roomba won't be posting for a while. Go out there and have fun!

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>>766974
>implying anyone getting of the ride


>>767188
This is also a situation, which could be (partially) solved by a pastebin (maybe). Wouldn't you think so too?
Just to get the general setting set into a frame.

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>>767282

I know, I know, and I know; I'm deadly fully aware. ;w:

Let me just set the stage, first! Once Roomba picks her team and plans, I'll deal all the tiny little details of everything and set the stage for the real quest to begin.

>>767961
And that image is saved!

>>767961
Glorious.

>>765824
"Of course I'm going to help them Nielly, why would I stand by and do nothing when I could help them and others? Just because white kicked me out doesn't mean I hold any grudge towards the horns themselves"

I return!

>>770964

"Of course I'm going to help them, Nielly!" You spit out, "Why would I stand by and do nothing
when I could help them and others? Just because White kicked me out doesn't mean I
hold any grudges towards the horns themselves."

Your eyes dart towards the speaker at your right. "I see. So the Support Center is meant to
convince this Arma,
White, to re-open the one in the Greathorn in
order to regain the confidence of the surface dwellers, so they protect the himehorns while
you protect them as well. This is what you mean."

You nod to the hair, making Trash frown her nose. "Exactly, you completely get it!" you reply
with your high-pitched voice, excitedly.

"Hey look, I found it." You tilt your head off slightly as Trash almost shoves a cereal box into your face. In the front, it has the picture of a bulky man doing squats, screaming in agony.

You study it intently; then stop. Blinking, you repeat: "Where do I sign off?" as Trash takes the box back and spins it in the air.

>>771526
What kind of cereal is that? Squatty Nope Oats?

Can we find out why the Hornmother got the boot?
Are there Haremhorns that are looking for a Hornmother to pamper? If we can't get her home, maybe we can set up a new one for her.

I just want the comfy to come back to the world.

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>>771564
But please, only the most refined taste in the universe!

We also got Mr. T cereal, but that doesn't have the SPICE in it, you know?

Although main marketing point back in the days was Men's grooming products, they went into the cereal business.
It was one of the best moves they could make back in the day.

Nowadays, these are one of the best cereals there are...
Mostly because so many other cereals became rare, some even were used up.

Never the less, the POWER O'S are still big on the market, but the Lady's Crunch is still the fan favorite under the lady's.
You got to make a tastemitment.

Oh god, I may just have invoked a demon we should not have trifle with. But hey, if I don't say Crunch another time... Well, now there is nothing which could stop the crunchtrain from swarming over this thread.

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>>771712
Too late!
You called upon the Summoning Dork! The symbol of a pan-dimensional creature of loudness!

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>>771765

>>771765
She's a Holy Trinity of over the top.

Mahou Shoujo Heather
Dragon Girl Heather
and
Aircraft Carrier Essex

Choose the form of the Destroyer!

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>>771802

I reject those answers; Instead, I choose something different. I choose the impossible. I choose... Mayor Heather, a leader which is the artist not fearing censorship, the scientist not bound by petty morality, the greatest not constrained by the small! And with the sweat of her brow, Heather can become your leader as well.

Just imagine it, an entire Airship (or gigantic Hybrid Fortress) city under the rule of The great leader, Mayor Heather, and her subordinates.

>>771874

I wonder what they'll do there besides shouting. D:

>>771915
Swording, fire breathing, princess "kidnapping", torpedo bombing, and eagle breeding.

>>771915
>>771930

That's why she is just the mayor, the representative, and not the actual person in charge of things.
That's the work of the subordinates.

And as long as she believes she is in charge, the world is OK

>>771526
"... but why? Is there something wrong with our plan, the people we might hire? Even if White never reopens the himehorn support center, even if we never turn much of a profit in water, we'll be absolutely filthy rich in terms of gratitude and favors. That might just be worth more in the end... no it will absolutely be worth more than water I'm sure of it. We'll be far more dangerous of a target to attack with just the power of our crew than would really be worthwhile, and if we have some friends nearby it could turn really ugly for some bully trying to attack us. I won't say we're perfectly safe but we do have the risk somewhat managed. So why not join us?"

>>772312

"...But why?"

Trash catches the box, the other hand in her pocket, then turns to you perpflexed. Maybe it
was something in the tone of your voice?

"Is there something wrong with out plan, the people we might hire?" You look at Trash,
who's just looking at you. "Dear, where should I start?" You repeat, then you say: "Even if
White never reopens the Himehorn Support Center, even if we never turn much of a profit
in water, we'll be absolutely filthy rich in terms of gratitude and favors. That might just be
worth more in the end- no, it will absolutely be worth more than water, I'm sure of it!" You get
dragged by the arm by Trash, perhaps a bit roughly.

"So you are going down there to help people trying to kill each other, that's, um...
interesting." From the speakers, Nielly's blunt, firm voice comes out with a hint of static. "And
you want favors from these individuals."

You nod, passionately. "We'll be far more dangerous of a target to attack with just the
power of our crew than would really be worthwile, and if we have some friends nearby
it could turn really ugly for some bully trying to attack us. I won't say we're perfectly safe but
we do have the risk somewhat managed." You pause a bit, to let Nielly answer. "So wh not
join us?" you blurt out in the end, smiling to a confused looking fat guy just picking up a sallet
of chocolate flavored yogurt.

"At some point, those hungry folks won't care about how strong we are. They are starving.
They'll die anyway. Funny enough, those are the ones you want to save. Besides, "favors"."
You hear a pronounced sigh. "Unless you plan to feed them your team with crunchy potatoes
and salad, any attemptto save them its pointless, stupid, and senseless. As for me, I'd
rather try one of those melon teas than get shredded to ten thousand pieces, thank you
very much."

"Well, this should be it, let's go home." Trash pushes a big green bag to your chest, you
gasp and search for the gap to hold it properly.

>>772673
When we're helping people, we're letting them know there's still hope. And if that hope pans out and things get better, it will get better faster because people never gave up.

Even if they're told it will get better, but not for years, they'll hold on, because we never gave up.

>>772673
Follow along behind Trash until we get back and try not to lecture too loudly, if cell phones where a thing we'd be that guy on a bluetooth headset right now, but I'm pretty sure we're a bit beyond that being the rudest thing these days.

"Do you think everyone is doomed then? That everyone will inevitably starve, cold and alone in a world where every man, woman, and child must fight for themselves? Because only the ones that do get the prize of being the last one on earth to die? If that's the kind of world you think this is then you must have memory segments from the darkest pessimist I've ever heard of.

Times are hard, natural resources almost non-existent, and people are wary of each other with good reason. If everyone takes that same idea that ' I'm going to look out for myself, and everyone else can just suffer' then yes, that's how the world will end. But it takes more than one person to make something like the second's garden or a ship like the great horn. Making the kind of things that will make this world livable again is going to be a team effort. Humans and Himehorns alike clump together into societies for a reason: They can do more together than they can do in total apart. I think we can manage to save this planet, or at least manage to get off it if we all work together.

However, everyone is weak. They struggle to survive, and their hearts are filled with fear and hatred, and they have no way to pull themselves out of that weak state. To be kind, really truly kind, demands strength. The kind of strength that is incredibly rare in people... but a matter of fact in people like you and me. I don't have a strong body, and I don't have a brilliant mind, but I do have the strength of heart to try and teach trust and kindness to this cruel world no matter how it tries to hurt me. My friends have plenty of strength of body to protect us from the desperate threats of the weak. If you want to sit around like a crunchy potato and wait for the world to end while we go out and try to save it then be my guest. You should be plenty capable of doing that from inside my headset. I just thought that you might have the mental strength to solve the problems all the weak have written off as hopeless. Oh well~ "

Yep, it's manipulative as fuck but if it works it works. Be sure to finish our little lecture with only a hint of disappointment, we didn't have any large amount of hope riding on her joining and we can just go find some one better after all...

>>773277

The bag barely fits in your arms, so you puff your cheeks and embrace the struggle with
determination, walking one step at a time behind Trash. You allow Nielly some silence,
even after paying up, as you walk towards the wide automatic door that is the entrance.

------------------------:3----------------------------------

Vaal is giving Trash a scolding look as you struggle to pass the big green bag through the
door, inside the apartment.

"What?" Trash blurts out. "She doesn't get tired, I do."

Vaal walks up and takes the bag from you, yet she looses balance and takes a few steps back
until she regains balance. Then, she just drops it next to the couch, and sighs loudly.

"This will be more valuable than gold a few years from now." Vaal drops over the couch,
then snags a small can from the bag so fast that it leaves you wondering. "It's sad. The
Second keeps everyone oblivious, unaware of the true value of what they buy for cheap every
day."

You sit as well, as Trash walks up to the bag. Then you clear your throat, something almost
completely redundant for a Fake.

"Do you think everyone is doomed then?" Still taking a sip, Vaal looks at you quizzically from
over her can. You quickly shake your head at her, pointing at the headset. "That everyone
will inevitably starve, cold and alone in a world where every man, woman, and child must fight
for themselves? Because only the ones that do get the prize of being the last one on earth to
die? If that's the kind of world you think this then you must have memory segments from
the darknest pessimist I've ever heard of."

"Or a bit of hindsight." The reply was faster than you expected, taking you off guard. "If this
is how the world really is and nobody messed around with my memory, then well yes, yes
they are all very doomed."

"Times are hard," you go on, in stride, "Natural resources almost non-existant, and people are
wary of each other with good reason. If everyone takes that same idea that "I'm going
to look out for myself, and everyone else can just suffer" then yes, that's how the world will
end. But it-"

"Ah, so it is like that."

"But...! It takes more than one person to make something like the Second's garden, or a ship
like the Greathorn. Making the kind of things that will ake this world livable again is going to
be a team effort. Humans and Himehorns alike clump togueter into societies for a reason.
They can do more togueter than they can do in total apart. I think we can manage to save this
planet, or at least manage to get off it if we all work together."

"Tell me how, then." It's Nielly's blunt voice. Both Vaal and Trash are looking at you,
munching at different things. As you stop to ponder, the What rushes in front of you,
chased by the hornmother. They both dissapear at the kitchen, in silence.

"What's it saying?" It's Trash, still chewing.

"That you are getting fat." says Vaal.

"You aren't a haremhorn either." Trash pouts, grabbing another small vainilla fudge.

>>773664
"I've heard that there is research showing progress for a system to convert the ocean into something actually drinkable, water proper. And that those researchers plans to distribute the plans for this device to _everyone_. With that you won't need the resources of the second to have a garden, and food could actually be grown for a reasonable price. And that's just what I've heard of, I'm sure there are others out there that are working on just as impressive ideas, and thousands more who wish they could but don't have the resources to do so. I think everyone has something to contribute to this world, even if it's just something small."

"I've heard," you start, stopping Trash's teeth from sinking into the fudge, then going into a
full whisper, "that there is research showing progress for a system to convert the oceann
into something actually drinkable, water proper."

"Is that so."

You nod, then go back to high-pitched mode. "And that those researchers plan to distribute
the plans for this device to /everyone/." Your eyes widen as the hornmother rushes from the
kitchen, being chased by the What into the bathroom. It ends in pure silence. "...With that,
you won't need the resources of the Second to have a garden, and food could actually be
grown for a reasonable price. And that's just what I've heard of, I'm sure there are others out
there that are working on just as impressive ideas, and thousands more who wish they
could, but don't have the resources to do so. I think everyone has something to contribute to
the world, even if it's just something small."

"And you are completely sure this isn't a complete fraud to keep everyone from killing
each other for a while," Nielly says, calmly as ever, "as they secure all the food for
themselves."

You nod, hard, pouting at the entirety of entropy, or at Vaal as she's getting Trash's
fudge she just stole into her mouth. Then you remember Nielly is just a headset, without
eyes.

"Yes! Because it's a secret project!"

"A secret project, that is very nice." Nielly deadpans, from the static. "What makes you
think it will work?"

"Simply because the best scientist of /ever/ is behind it." you state, almost proudly.

Nielly takes her time to answer. "Well. That's a start, yes."

"Everyone is weak." you resume, your voice now pensible yet firm, as you slowly close your
eyes. "They struggle to survive, and their hearts are filled with fear and hatred, and they
have no way to pull themselves out of that weak state. To be kind, really truly kind,
demands strenght."

"It's not easy being too stupid, yes."

"Hey, I liked that." It's Vaal, punching Trash until she snaps back from the fudge. "Did you
hear that? That was nice."

"That kind of strenght" you resume, firmly again, "is incredibly rare in people... but a
metter of fact in people like you and me." You pause to ler her talk, yet the headset remains
silent. "I don't have a strong body, and I don't have a brilliant mind, but I do have the strenght
of heart to try and teach trust and kindness to this cruel world no matter how it tries to hurt
me. My friends have plenty ofstrenght of body to protect us from the desperate threats of the
weak. If you want to sit around like a crunchy potato and waitfor the world to end while we go
out and try to save it, then be my guest." You let out a sharp "HMM!", tilting your head to the
side. You glance at Vaal and Trash, the first has her cheeks puffed. "You should be plenty
capable of doing that from inside my headset. I just thought that you might have the mental
strenght to solve the problems all the weak have written off as hopeless. Oh, well-"

(Cont!")

You wait her up. There's... silence. Even as the hornmother finally catches the What and
wrestles it down, there's silence.

"...Such a simple taunt!" you hear giggling from across the static, almost frantic giggling. "Yes,
yes, you /do/ need me."

She's still giggling. It's a bit shocking, compared to her, so far, neutral demeanor.

"Fine then; I shall go." she resumes, finally. "I'm sure it'll be worth it, watching you change the
world through the power of love and kindness. And you do have a point. Sitting around, as
everyone starves, does seem pretty boring."

"Do we scrap her then?" It's Trash, now wrestling down Vaal against the couch for
another small fudge. The other blonde just turns her around and pecks Trash in the cheek,
making her blink. "It is a beta model after all. They can change her all of you like if she's too
fucktarded."

>>774070
"Simple or not, you went with it didn't you?"
Turn to Trash so she knows we're talking to her
"No need to scrap her, she's was just being a crunchy potato about the plan and how it's all pointless. It takes a bit for your personality to round out as a new Fake but I'm sure after a few weeks with me she'll brighten up a bit <3"

We should probably grab our charger and top up after carrying all that food around, set it up on the couch and lay down for a bit while we think and chat.
"I want to have the team decided by the end of today, waiting around on me isn't something we'll be able to afford for very long. Any input Nielly?"

Good night all. Sleep calls to me

See you in the morning

>>774283

You smirk. "Simple or not, you went with it didn't you."

And when there's no reply, it's almost as if it was expected. You turn to Trash, as she
pushes Vaal's face away.

"No need to scrap her, she was just being a crunchy potato about the plan and how it's all
pointless. It takes a bit for your personality to round out as a new Fake" you smile, "but I'm
sure after a few weeks with me she'll brighten up a bit." You end the sentence by making a
heart with your fingers under your chin, tilting a bit to the side.

"I could bet that's going to be the case." says Vaal, her face hidden under Trash's open hand,
as you walk up to your pillow. You take it to the couch in front of them, then lay over it as your
mind drifts into places.

You close your eyes. "I want to have the team decided by the end of today, waiting around on
me isn't something we'll be able to afford for very long." You pause. "Any input, Nielly?"

"Look at the broken pool before picking the tools to fix it. As for the tools themselves, try to
fully understand their motivations and capabilities; then choose accordingly. You
could have done this by the first interview, yet this is fortunate since now you have my input
available."

>>774407
Need that personality assessment on everyone. I hoped the "can only save one" thing would help, but it didn't

>>774407
"The broken pool huh? Beyond the new threat from the second I figure it will just be more of the same thing I saw at the himehorn support center, but it might no hurt to listen to the radio for a bit and see whats been going on recently, it has been a year since then."

Look over to Vaal and Trash flirting and ask them both "So what are your motivations for joining me exactly? Boredom? Money? Fame? Curiosity?" Watch them both closely without being obvious about it. If they're going to become core members we need to know what (real) reason they have to stay around when things get tough.

>>777674
"The broken pool huh?" You open your eyes. Trash seems bored as Vaal gleefully gnaws a
corner of her head. "Beyond the new threat from the Second I figure it will just be more of
the same thing I saw at the Himehorn Support Center," you get a sleepy hand up your chin,
"but it might not hurt to listen to the radio for a bit and see what's been going on recently. It
has been a year since then."

"Oh" Vaal turns to you, still drooling. "There's this signal here, it's humble though. The big
guys at the Second don't really want it."

"Those shitheads want everyone where they can see them." Trash rumbles. "They've tried
shit already. Too bad some people have balls." She blinks slowly and hard. "Don't expect a lot
of information from there, it's mostly a voicemail for people that have contacts on the
surface."

Vaal shrugs. "Not really much of a Support Center, unless people go down themselves to
save their friends." She points out, her voice weak and waving.

"The Second, hearing the cries for help from the guys at the surface?" The headset
chuckles, across the static. "I'm barely a day old and even I can tell they'd be happy to have
them all drown-!"

You blink. "Nielly, how do you know of this?" As you go from resting to sitting, you slide the
pillow under you.

"I have some general knowledge. Likely biased by the Sansuis, but that's all right. Their
influence won't last."

"It's kind of a schizophrenia, right?" Trash glances at Vaal. "It kinda gives me those
vibes."

"I just think it's kinda funny, seeing her talk like that." Vaal grins. "Where are the hornmother
and the snouty thing now?"

"Sleeping? I kinda miss hearing "WAH'S!" every now and then."

(Cont!)

>>777674

"So what are your motivations for joining me, exactly?" You ask all of sudden, yet calmly.
"Boredom? Money? Fame? Curiosity?"

The headphones triggers. "The kind of curiosity of someone wanting to watch a dead squirrels
entrails splattered across the ground-"

"As for me, It's kinda deep." You lean a bit closer to study Trash's features more intently,
trying not to be too obvious about it. You clearly notice she's raising an eyebrow. "Why are you
getting closer?"

"Oh, my optics are defective." you reply, hastly. That's why I wear glasses, haha!"

"Well, I don't like the idea of getting ass-fucked by reality either." Trash starts, suddenly resting
her chin over her closed fist. "But being up here, making sad-fucks angry over trivial shit,
staring at the ceiling at night when I can't sleep... maybe I've just gotten used to living in
a shitstorm. Maybe there's no way back for me, I dunno." She shrugs. "I hope going down there
makes me appreciate this place some more, because so far I feel like everyday is more of
the same." She pauses. Intently; it's like she's looking for the words, like she's assembling her
vocal chords perfectly. "Also cash. Yeah. Cash is good." The former templar nods over and
over.

You smile, bitterly. "I hope it wasn't that hard on you."

"What?"

"Life." You finish, looking away. Yet you glance from where you are. "Vaal? Hug Trash for me."

"N-"

Trash never had the time to realize it was too late. Her face buried under Vaal's chest, she
still looks as bored as ever, yet the other blonde is clearly beaming in joy.

"How about you, Vaal?" You say, almost gleefully.

"Me? I just want to be with this little thing!" She kisses Trash over the head; the templar doesn't
budge. "I also want to learn how to drive a hovercraft. Everybody is so mean to me, but I
never had the time to get good at it!" She pauses; frowning. "There's not much down
there that could kill me, and most of those things don't want to do it. As for the Support
Center, hmmm..." She pauses again, this time caressing Trash's hair as she does. "I'm not so
sure it's going to work out, where will we get the pay from?"

>>778081
There are donations, pretty sure they won't be enough though.
Of course, we could also look for some other secondary income, like scrap reclaiming (if the inhabitants are over the river), finding our own city for food (Hi there Enna), and maybe other services and odd jobs.

It won't be easy, and... well... if things don't work out for us, we could always... you know... blackmail (brings us back to the good old times of AaW, right?)

On a side note, in order to succeed in existence, we will need to do two things:
One: Don't let the Greathorn get destroyed. If they die, pretty much everything is lost.
Two: Don't let scientist-woman die. She is allowed to die after she finishes her project, but before that, we would be fucked.
As for the problems which may arise, there are two major problems, both of them named White. If she pisses off the Second, she dies. If Scientist-woman does something bad, White will splatter her across the wall, just like Leaderhorn did with Sansui. And then there are some minor inconveniences, which will also intervene the works of White and Scientist-woman.
All in all, either get Scientist of the Second, or ensure nothing will bother the Second. (As well as the other way around)

>>778146
Come to think of it, if Vaal doesn't have any idea what to do with her water, how about buying a hybrid-dinghy for our capitol-ship?
Yes, capitol-ship. We are our own nation now.

>>778146
If we're desperate for cash, there's just having a job. Roomba and Nielly don't need sleep and could hand off call center duty to each other.

Plus if we run into guys like in BHL's section who are just murderers and pirates, we can take their stuff and sell it.

Donations are good. And if we make it clear that people we help aren't expected to pay up right there, but rather are to send us money/water/supplies in small amounts over a long time, we could net a healthy income that just expands our operation.

>>778325
I wonder...
How much do you think a Fake goes for?
How much jobs do you think are available?
How many years of work does a "n" amount of fakes require to crash the market?

>>778382

>How much do you think a Fake goes for?

As in price, a Fake is usually as expensive as a small ship like an Elogio. While not as big, Fakes are extremelly complex in detail.

>How much jobs do you think are available?

Fakes taking jobs is very frowned upon, since they don't have a need for food or money. They are given jobs, regardless, because they usually are extremelly efficient at them.

How many years of work does a "n" amount of fakes require to crash the market?

Months.

>>778395
Wait... I recall
>"How much money is that, then?"
>"How much is a Elogio these days?"

If so, then...
>Elogio is a small ship
>Bought a bigger ship

Umm...
How much are (or SHOULD) we (be) in debt right now?

>>778495
Somewhere between fucked forever and USA national debt.

But this is why we can deal in favors. What costs a lot of money can be acquired via trading one set of skills for another.

eg: We rescue someone with a hybrid ship. They owe us huge. We need a large living space for refugees. Owner of a housing block knows of submerged salvage. Trade favor of ship owners for salvage work. Trade salvaged material for use of housing.

Money spent=0

>>778495
Roomba didnt know how much an Elogio costed, only that she could afford it. Later on, Trash mentioned she had a lot more than that. Since Roomba was willing to pay anything and knew nothing about the prices, she left Trash to deal with the whole thing, trusting in Ado.

As for debts? Roomba doesn't know!

>>778597
I like to think Trash knows enough to keep money on hand, or at least not go into debt. Even if I didn't trust her, what bank would give out loans that big nowadays?

>>778081
Is Vaal serious about just wanting to follow Trash and fly a hovercraft? I'd not we'll have to ask her again in private.

"One more question then, despite our best planning our finances could get pretty ugly. How long would you be willing to work on credit? I won't hold you to it, and add long as The Friend stays livable you'll have a home, but I'd like to know at what point money becomes more valuable than meaning for you."

>>778642
That's an important thing to know! Make this one of the followup questions

>>778642

"Oh, one more question then." You draw their attention back to you. "Despite our best
planning, our finances could get pretty ugly. How long would you be willing to work on
credit?" Trash's features twist slightly. "I won't hold you to it, and as long as the Friend stays
livable you'll have a home, but I'd like to know at what point money becomes more valuable
than meaning to you."

"Roomba." Trash grabs Vaal's shoulder as she's about to talk. "You don't want to make a
profit out of this, that's hard to swallow and I already did, but I do have to ask..." She squints
her eyes at you. "How do you sustain a Support Center? You have the fucks, you have
the ship, so you must have a plan, right?"

"As for me," Vaal winks at you, "I don't really mind not getting paid as long as I get my
morning souffle. I'm not really altruistic." She raises a finger at you. "But I do want to help.
Money or credit are worthless without a world to put them into, right?"

"So you think you'll make a difference." It's Trash, turning at Vaal.

Who smiles at her. "I'm just a silly old lady in love with you. You are going down, so am I. So
If I die, it's on you for being such a charmer."

Trash hides her face and grumbles.

>>780177

When I first met Vaal, I thought she'd be a problem because of her over-the-top feelings for Trash.

I now find it adorable.

I think we need her, not just because she has cool powers or because she threatened the Apocalypse into submission, but because she does actually care about something other than herself or money.

We need her because she's what we want the world to feel again.

>>780177
Give Vaal and Trash our warmest smile, "I doubt many others will give answers as good as that, which is important as my plan isn't exactly the road to riches. I figure that we can take donations in any form we can, and we can trade and do shipping jobs to be able to convert whatever we get into water or anima as needed. If water becomes much less scarce worldwide we could end up making money off the exchange rate alone by keeping a stock pile of things like food and spare parts. That's the theory anyways, we'll see how generous we can get people to be. IOU's can be really handy at times, like Ado calling in that favor with Sansui but you can't eat them. Worst case I'll go back to working part time to at least keep you guys fed."

>>781499

The way Vaal looks at her draws a smile so hard it hurts the corners of your lips. You
carefully "clear your throat", drawing Trash's eyes from between her fingers.

"I doubt many others will give me answers as good as that, which is important as my plain
isn't exactly he road to riches." This, you state firmly. You know they know; yet you'd rather kill
the slightest doubts. "I figure that we can take donations in any form we can, and we can
trade and do shupping jobs to be able to convert whatever we get into water or anima as
needed. If water becomes much less scarce worldwide we could end up making money off
the exchange rate alone by keeping a stock pile of things like food and spare parts."

"If our sweet little lady succeds." Vaal adds.

"We've got that adventage over the market, yeah. Toasty, got a few questions here."

"I'm almost finished!" You say as you raise an open palm at her. "That would be the theory
anyways, we'll see how generous we can get people to be. IOU's can be rally handy at times,
like Ado calling in that favor with Sansui but you can't eat them."

"IOU's?" Vaal asks, leaving Trash's mouth open.

"I-Owe-U." You make up the letters with your hand, to the best of your ability. "Like when the
owners isn't there but you need the thing, so you take it and leave a note."

"What if I come back and need it?" Trash asks.

"Then I'll make it up to you!" Vaal replies, softly.

"I mean that em, what I mean is if Toasty takes the thing."

"I'll make it up to you anyway. Then I'll pass Roomba the bill."

"You know!" Trash starts, turning at her, then turning a bit to the side, then shifts her butt
awkwardly on the couch. "I have a limit. And it's close. Very close!"

"Oooooooh, a limit!" Vaal shifts towards her, Trash shoots you a strange, helpless glance.
"That sounds dangerous!"

You take the cue. "If worst comes to worst, I'll go back to working part time to at least keep
you guys fed."

"That doesn't make sense at all Toasty, you can't do that." Trash twitches an eye at you as
Vaal gets closer to her, menacingly. "You got some odd sources of income, but not even with
ten jobs you are going to pay a whole team of six. AND, you have to be there!" As Vaal's face
looms close, the templar glues her eyes at yours. "Look, here's the thing; I got you one
month to get the thing on wheels, then it's on credit unless you can get the mohey somehow.
If you can't, we might as well cancel the whole thing right now before you sink in debts and
angry fucks. Besides, what kinda bills would you pass the Roomba anyway?!" Trash finally turns to Vaal, booping her nose on the way.

The blonde giggles.

>>783302
Nielly will also be there. Ideally we're both taking the call as it comes in. We figure out how to proceed, I keep the caller calm, Neilly works out operational details.

If we had to, I could work while she handles calls.

And i'm just getting ideas of how to keep this going as long as possible.

>>783302
"One month?... I'll take that as a sign of your deep faith in me. I'm not committed to any of those ideas though, just thinking of ways to keep us funded. Maybe we could try and get a sponsor? Though that would probably lead to them wanting to mess with how we operate and I wouldn't want that... I think we might just have to give it a shot, see how much we actually get in donations, and if we don't make enough we'll just have to make adjustments as we go. Nielly should be able to help with that right?

Getting back to the team and their motivations though... Preah is pretty clear cut from knowing her, she gets bored between jobs and she cares about me but she does need maintenance as an Arma and I don't really know how much that costs so money could be a big problem for her.

Bravado made it pretty clear that he needs the money which makes me kinda hesitant to take him now that I think about it, we would probably need a ton of water to get him fully fixed up but I think he'd want to pay back that kindness if we did manage to get enough together, he seemed like the sort unaccustomed to kindness, but not unappreciative

As for the Inked Knight I'm not so sure, it seems like he just wants to help but I can't well if it's altruism, boredom, or both. I think if we got him a voice box then he wouldn't have much of a problem being short on money

Cyberhorn... Money pure and simple. That kind of mercenary mindset might be useful in some cases, but not here.

Lumina err Moody seems to have some kind of altruistic intentions... maybe? But at least they'll be satisfied with food and shelter... and some care.

The one's i'm not really sure about are The White Walker, !'%&, Maximus, and Deso. White Walker seems to just be looking for a decent job and a good steak but I wonder how much "Helping the good man" really means to him, particularly compared to having that steak. !'%& said he could use some peace which makes me worry about his commitment, Deso seems like a good girl, and Maximus seems like the gentle giant sort. Over all I think they have the right motivation but not much in terms of commitment. Plus I don't really know much about Maximus's order and their motivations, which is another complication for them.

... Got all that Nielly?"

(Currently I'm thinking Vaal, Trash, Preah, White Walker, Moody, and Inked Knight. I love Bravado but I'm not sure we are the best ones to help him before he can really help others. If I ever get a big pile of money I know who I'm spending it on though. Inked knight might be swapped out for Atma if she gives us a call saying she's interested though.

>>783702
I would think we are exactly the right ones to help Bravado. He needs a job, we need a medic. If pay is insufficient, he will be missed.

I can't remember who Atma is.

>>784254
Girlfriend #99 (or whatever number we have).
The Captain/Ship Saleswoman.
The shortstack Ex-Templar.
I'm saying shortstack because she was ALMOST as tall as Roomba, who is only a whopping 5 foot tall.

"One month?" You sigh, then smile. "...I'll take that as a sign of your deep faith in me. I'm not
committed to any of those ideas though, just thinking of ways to keep us funded. Maybe we
could try and get a sponsor? Though that would probably lead to them wanting to mess
with how operate and I wouldn't want that..."

"It's one month unless you wanna start humble, with a small ship and a small crew." Trash is
still staring at you as Vaal hugs her from behind and rests her chin on the templar's shoulder.
"And you can't start humble with this. No fucking way. The fucks I got you, they think this
is something serious. That's why they came. That's why we got a big ship, big guys, and big
propaganda." Vaal shakes her cheek against Trash's in a gleeful frenzy, who keeps staring at
you, frozen. "The rest is up to you. As for sponsors? Well, only if you are sure we won't
make it on our own..."

"I think we might just have to give it a shot, see how much we actually get in donations," you
resume, "and if we don't make enough we'll just have to make adjustments as we go. Nielly
should be able to help with that right?"

"I can start right now." The words come across the static. "Get a coffee shop at the second
garden and sell melon lattes at half price; not a Support Center. /Much/ more comfy."

Did the wind just talk? Hmm... "Getting back to the team and their motivations though... Preah
is pretty clear cut from knowing her, she gets bored between jobs and she cares about me
but she does need maintenance as an A
rma and I don't really know how much that
costs, so money could be a big problem for her."

"It's like two salaries just for the process." Trash adds. "Armas get scammed the fuck out
because their salary at the big ships AND because there's nowhere else to do it. Yet
Preah's really skilled, has experience, can drive a hovercraft-" Trash is headbutted, "and she's
an Arma. Fake Arma but whatever, Hands are all she can't punch in the face."

"Bravado made it pretty clear that he needs the money which makes me kinda hesitant to take
him now that I think about it, we would probably need a ton of water to get him fully fixed-"

"Just patch it up!" It's Vaal, her chin over Trash's head a she gives the templar a
massage in her shoulders. "The whole nitrolich fix was really expensive, right?"

"Yeah, it is. You can keep the guy going though, to let him earn his fix. That sounded
kinda junkie-like, didn't it? Anyway, the guy is solid for when anyone needs a limb and may
even turn the Support Center into a hospital. I absolutely fucking despise the smell, yeah, but
I don't wanna fuck the Support Center by being biased."

"I think he'd want to pay back that kindness if we did manage to get enough togueter." You
smile, perhaps because you can choose not to smell him. "He seemed like the sort
unaccustomed to kindness, but not unappreciative. As for the Inked Knight..."

(Cont!)

>>783702

You grab another croissant, not giving the act much thought. "I'm not so suuuure... It seems
like he just wants to help, but I can't tell if it's altruism, boredom, or both. I think if we got him
a voice box then he wouldn't have much of a problem being short on money."

"First and foremost, don't bet on that." Says Trash, shaking a finger at you without impetus,
blinking heavy as Vaal goes back and forth behind her. "The voice-box thing. It's just a
Crixas project, it doesn't even exst, not even a prototype. And second, don't bet on that." She
moans. It came out way more high pitched than her usual voice, making your cheeks puff and
hers go red. "The no-money thing. Yeah, that. Intentions are good and all, but everyone works
at their best when there's money on the table. Don't fuck with that, Toas-AH!" she moans
again, hard.

"Oh, did that hurt?" It's Vaal, her voice a bit less soft. "That means you have a contracture on
your right shoulder."

"Corny, we are doing SERIOUS work here." Trash seems almost pleading.

"As for Cyberhorn..." You resume, thinking of the small little "Fake". "Money, pure and simple.
That kind of mercenary mindset might be useful in some cases, but not here."

"That kind of mindset is good just about everywhere." Trash points out, still enduring.
"Do things, get money. No room for bullshit or excuses; It's plain, simple, and effective. And
don't forget that weird duo has a pulsar radar somewhere, and that's the kind of shit you
need a big ship to get working. They way I see it, even if they didn't fight-and musclehorn DO
fight, oh god-fucking believe it- that gadget alone is extremely useful. Knowing where is
what saves time. Time kills people." Trash adds, nodding hard at the end.

You nod at her as well, as she flinches. "Lu-err Moody seems to have some kind of altruistic
intentions... maybe? But at least they'll be satisfied with food and shelter... and some
care."

"At the beginning yeah, but as I told you before you don't get to ask people to risk their lifes for
free. Don't do that." Trash shakes her head. "Money is a good motivation because it's solid,
it's something you can rely that they'll really want."

"Except me." Vaal stops, then goes for the templar's neck. "I just want Trash."

"Well guess what, I want money!" Trash pouts at you, as proxy. "Though you aren't wrong,
Lumina just wants... well, it's not that she "wants", she isn't really aware of how much
being here is fucking her over. She's smart; very fucking smart. That whole "Moody" thing
it's just her wanting to feel loved, to feel someone cares enough to protect her." Trash
seems downcast. "Some people don't get an older brother to look after them; some make it.
Just keep in mind she's a great mechanic, an enciclopedae of ships, a sniper, and also one
loyal fuck. You really should get her."

(Cont!)

>>783702

"I've got to be fair to the Inked Knight, though. It's fucking great." Trash shrugs. "You'll hear
that anywhere anyway, those guys are the best pilots there are. And this one's a mechanic.
Cons, though, you don't know what the fuck it wants, you won't know what the fuck it wants,
and you best /really/ like pictures. Come to think of it, it's too early to judge the thing, we
like, literally know jack shit about it." Trash shrugs, yet again. "We should make a pro-cons
list of the fucks."

"That's sounds fun, let's do ours." As Vaal presses both thumbs at the sides of Trash's
neck, the templar gasps. "This is bigger than us, we should be honest with the Roomba."

"That's..." Trash gasps, again, "exactly what I'm doing!"

You pause to think, scratching your cheek almost frantically as you measure your options.
"The one's I'm not really sure about are the White Walker, !'%&, Maximus, and Deso. White
Walker seems to just be looking for a decent job and a good steak, but I wonder how much
"Helping the good man" really means to him-"

"Actually," Trash interrupts you, a few tones above yours, "he wants in for free. That man is
fucking insane, but his insanity seems related to "fighting the good fight" or something like
that, I dunno. He's very objective driven; and since I don't know what the fuck he wants, I
trust him less than the guys who want money. Then again, that's because I don't really know
him."

"I see..." You pause again, to think things over. "!'%& said he could use some peace which
makes me worry about his commitment-"

"Peace for that man" this time it's Vaal who interrupts you, "is the difference between
nuclear war and working full time for the mop. He's a professional."

You hmm, perhaps for the seventh time in a row. "Deso seems like a good girl, and
Maximus seems like the gentle giant sort. Over all I think they have the right motivation, but not
much in terms of commitment. Plus, I don't really know much about Maximus's order and
their motivations, which is another complication for them."

"The Big Brothers like in a big, island-like ship and play with Hands all day." Trash says,
calmly and slow. "It's one of the single most terryfing things I've ever fucking seen in my life.
And you can't dare to think I haven't seen my share of shit." She's still talking slowly,
measuring every word. "It's like watching someone wrestle with a frenzied musclehorns,
only much, much worst and laughing. Those big guys, and mark my words, have /BALLS/."
She pauses, a bit frozen. "They either have the noblest motivation or are downright retarded
suicidal. As for Deso? She's a lovely little thing, on her way to turning into an unstoppable
murder machine. She's got a few little skills at hand, not nearly as much as any other of the
fucks, but !'%& and Maximus more than make up for her. Human-like Hands aren't exactly a
miracle, but they certainly are something new." She turns and leans towards Vaal, perhaps a
bit too much.

(Cont)

>>784331

You and the hornmother right next to you just stare for a while at the templar's half-ponytail. "That being said," Trash resumes, as she turns towards you, her face all red, "you can't really tell what they all are fully capable of."

"...Got all that Nielly?" Your eyes drift to the headset.

"More interviews." the voice states from across the static. "I've felt lost ever since you started talking.

>>784334
>I've felt lost ever since you started talking.
Well... great.

>>784331
>That's sounds fun, let's do ours.

Yeah, we should really consider their Pros and Cons, too.
I mean, what are Trash's skills?
What about Vaal, other than bullshitting a walking apocalypse into submitting by acting?
Of course we all know Trash's skills, but Roomba on the other hand doesn't. So let's ask them.

>>784334
If the White Walker wants in for free, (or room and board) and Moody/Lumina just wants a home, We could take them on as trial, low pay for now, and ramp up their pay once we get more established.

I know, its kind of shitty, but things will get better the more we're doing the right thing. Or at least more people will owe us, and a lot of small incomes is better than a few small incomes.

>>784334
*Sigh* "A pros and cons list might be a good idea, I've vaguely got one calculated but having it on paper might make it a bit clearer... now where is some paper? Both of you don't have any more hidden talents or worse yet hidden downsides right?"

>>787330
Oops forgot my trip.

>>787334
Feels weird saying that, doesn't it.

>>788411
Just a bit yeah, I have to remember to clear it out on all the other boards

>>788535
I know your pain.

So many times. Even in the same thread.