It takes a while to unglue your eyes from the man over the floor, yet you manage to meet
hers again. Then shake your head, unsure of what to say.

"You take one of us from our herd, and we are naturally bound to miss it. It's like going from
two packs, no, three packs of smokes to smoking a small branch every two weeks. And
I mean a literal branch." Speaking of which, she takes out a small white stick from her jeans,
under her completely casual shirt.

"I've qualified for the Arma treatment." she resumes, completely ignoring the looks and
whispers behind her. "They are letting me get fucked one last time. Good guys. So I chose
this place. Will that pizza be here before I'm dead?"

"Sorry!" you manage to smile at her, tilting your head to the side as you strike a pose. "For this
inconvenience we will add free french fries with your order!"

"That sounds good, finally a tad bit of kindness." The hornmother takes another sip
from her mug. "Too bad they don't let you take those cat ears off. You look retarded." You
laugh faintly, scratching your actual ears."The pain never goes away. It's like having a splinter
up your chest and fighting, all day, the urge to just rip it off from you. Without the splinter."
She takes, yet, another sip. "It gets easier. After a while. Small Leader gave no crap about
it."

The himehorn stands, at once, her eyes closed. And she remains like that, as if unsure of how
one takes a step.

"Keep the pizza and the fries, hope those make this shithole easier to bear." she giggles,
bitterly. "I still don't know what to write in it." She says, still closing her eyes. "The plaque.
The one in an Arma's forehead. Any ideas?"

(Cont!)

>>802769

The hand is dealt, two cards for Trash and for you. You look at yours and look at her face. The
small face of the black man from the cereal box is the dealer's button, and it's on your side.

And you /know/ she has nothing. You check.

"Fold", Trash says.

"You didn't even check." You say, carefully mixing worry and mockery in your voice.

"Fuckin' fold." The templar silently slides the two cards to the side, where Vaal picks them
up. "What are we playing for, anyway? What do these even mean?" She points at the two flakes
at her side, her big blind.

>>806417
"Poker chips, err, flakes! Unless you actually wanted to bet on this?~ We'll keep going till someone looses all their chips or I think I've got a good feel for their skills if it's been going on for too long, but I get the feeling that's not going to be a problem haha!"

>>806342
>Memory Core
So, how long was this ago?
Will we be able to give her any ideas?

Also
>having a splinter up your chest and fighting, all day, the urge to just rip it off from you.
TwT 7

What do we know about her?
I am DETERMINED to find a word for her!

But hey, hey, there is no need to feel guilty, if we weren't send here, we wouldn't have had the ability to help all these people... like that guy... which you...
Never mind.

>>806417
>Poker Flakes
Great idea for a cereal. Take a gamble on which flavor you get: Choco, Berry or Green!

>>806342
>Any ideas?
Effort. Effort is what got her from a lost Hornmother to someone who gets by on her own. Effort is what will be needed to make the world better. And that's what she's doing. But in the ultimate effort.

Also
>10 hours to start
>3 hours later, starts
Almost Panic!

>>806669
To quote the hornmother from thread #5 (?)
>"I feel like saying, you do seem different from the hornmothers at the greathorn."
>She frowns slightly. "Because those are lazy fucks. Get moving."

Effort seems like it fits the bill. She despises the unambitious and lacklustre approach of things by the regular horns, so "Effort" or maybe "Ambition", or something like that, are the words she should remember.

Also, we get her as an Arma for our team or I will Riot.

>>806578

That hornmother used to be a regular at the Whatever, even if for a short while. She smoked, cursed, had a bad temper, and loved pushing her small rubber templar's face in with her thumb almost above anything else. No haremhorns at all; she lived alone. No himecut: her hair was kinda messy, yet kept. No robe, just casual clothes like top tanks, shirts, and jeans. /Very/ straightforward at conversations.

Roomba went to her house, once. While clothes and things were scattered here and there, it wasn't a mess, the hornmother even cooked for her and Roomba survived.

Her usual nickname was "Horns", but that's pretty much shared by every himehorn. It's worth noting, however, that her horns were pretty large for the average hornmother.

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>>806669

I came up with something.
"Forward". Either that, or "Ahead".
As in "Keep going forward, don't look back. You made your mistakes, bad things happened, the past is the past. Now, all you can do is look ahead, and focus on what you can do to make up for what you did, what you couldn't prevent and make those things right. Keep going forward. As you shouldn't hesitate, you shouldn't look back. Focus on the future, don't dwell in the past. Live in the present. And do what you must. When you look ahead, you know what will come, and it might not be pretty, but keep going, always forward, as you cannot turn back. It's the only right thing to do."

>>808451

Horns... larger 'how'? Taller, thicker? Numbers of prongs?

Also, how tall is she compared to other himehorns? Did she have any growth over the time she came to visit which we could notice (Height, horns, anything)?
Any other differences from normal hornmothers? Other than the obvious ones of course.

Why does she stop at
>"And where's Leaderhorn now?"
You sound like you know something. Might just be my paranoia, buuut...

>>806441
"Poker chips!" You raise the small cereal. "Err, flakes! Unless you actually wanted to bet on
this? We'll keep going till someone looses all their chips or I think I've got a good feel for their
skills if it's been going on for too long," you grin the grin of the kids, the ones that just witnesses
their father accidentally blow the top of their ketchup dispensed and pour a waterfall of red
into his sandwich, "but I get the feeling that's not going to be a problem haha!"

You turn to Trash; she's looking at you directly, intently; as if studying you.

She points a finger at you. "That's bluffing. I call bullshit."

You just blink at her, innocently, as Vaal goes "oooooooooooooooooh!" and cover her mouth
with slender white hands.

The templar frowns her eyebrows. "You can't be that good. Ok, let me put it like this. If you
want to see how our fucks work under pressure, bet. Bet hard. Bet /fucking/ hard."
She nods, as if agreeing with herself. "Anyone can bluff when all you can lose is cereal flakes
high in protein, except for me because I really fucking care about my muscles." She grins like
a shark. "Make them crack, Toasty."

"I'm a bit worried about the medical tests." It's Vaal, nibbling on a finger. "We can get Moody
to do the mechanical tests but I'm not sure if a nitrolich would be the right choice to test other
medics. And first aid won't do much at the worst scenarios."

"What about the White Walker?" Trash asks.

Vaal smirks at her, almost grimacing. Then she turns to you. "As for combat testing, it's easy."
She smiles. "Have them face me. Except for Preah, I'm sure none of them would stand a
chance." She winks to your worried stare. "Trust me, perfectly it's safe."

"It is." Trash adds, dipping a croissant in coffee.

"Grab the flag doesn't make much sense since they all might have their own methods to fight."
Vaal adds, pensible. "It wouldn't be a proper way to measure."

"Oh, I see." You pause. Then giggle. "Vaal, can a hovercraft sink, in good condition."

"N-"

"Yes." Trash says, fully determined. "Yes." she repeats, as Vaal kicks her leg over and over.

"They can't, don't listen to her!" Vaal seems irritated. "Hovercrafts won't sink at all unless
their EKE field goes down, and that rarely ever happens without the craft being blown apart-"

"YES, SHE CAN SINK A HOVERCRAFT." Trash is promptly bited on the neck, yet her
expression remains firm as her face goes all red. "How about it, then? Wanna lose some cash?" She gives you another shark grin, then flinches.

>>809136

Horns are taller, a bit thicker... let's just say figure 21 almost fits the bill, without such large prongs.

She's as tall as the average hornmother, perhaps just a liiitle bit taller. Roomba didn't notice any particular change, except for her clothing and manners towards her. Except for the horns, the manners, personality, and fascination towards reading, Roomba noticed no difference.

As for the last? ROOMBA DOESNT KNOW NANANANA

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>>809242

... That's... I think...
I'll just let this image speak for me.

>>809237
"Yeah, Bravado would be a bad benchmark for first aid skills but I can play the injured person pretty well and know enough to tell if they know enough. The first aid memory segment isn't very big so it's pretty common to include in a 'general knowledge' segment. All they need to do is keep them together long enough to get them to someone like Bravado or White Walker who can actually fix them. If they can keep breathing and aren't bleeding they can hold on long enough to get back to the Friend. Humans are surprisingly tough in practice~

I suppose if someone does crash a hovercraft it might be a good chance for the mechanics to show off their skills... we'll see. If they say they can't then we won't bother, that should make it a bit safer

As for betting... higher stakes amplify tells but do you really have money to lose? And will the others?"

>>809293

"Yeah, Bravado would be a bad benchmark for first aid skills... Hmm..." Rolling up your eyes,
you carefully scratch your chin. Meanwhile, Trash lets out a long, barely audible whelp. "I
can play the injured person pretty well, though, and know enough to tell if they know enough."
The whelp rises in volume. You look at them and blink, as Trash endures Vaal's neck bite.
"The first aid memory segment isn't very big so it's pretty common to include in a 'general
knowledge' segment-"

"I GIVE I GIVE I GIVE" Slowly, Vaal let's go of Trash's neck, giving a mocking glare as she
does; her teeth are well marked. "I'm not turning into anything now, right?"

"Roomba, ignore us." It's Vaal, still drooling.

"All they need to do" you oblige, not before grinning, "is keep them together long enough to
get them to someone like Bravado or White Walker who can actually fix them. If they can
keep breathing and aren't bleeding they can hold on long enough to get back to the Friend."
You look at Trash, then at Vaal. "Humans are surprisingly tough in practice!" you say, as if
surprised.

"You should let Trash play injured if all we need is first aid," Vaal says, then gets a sleeve up
her mouth. "and that means that either Bravado or White Walker are already in the team."

"Do you think that there are alternatives?" You wonder, tilting your head to the side.

An echoing "WAH?" comes from the kitchen.

"No." Vaal shakes her head. "Still, I'm not sure how good is White Walker with medicine. Being
good at QG doesn't mean you'll cut the right veins. Can't say the same for Bravado,
though."

"Nitroliches are fucking great with anatomy." Trash deadpans, almost somberly. "Can we
play cards now? My interview isn't over you know."

You nod, still pensive. "I suppose if someone does crash a hovercraft it might be a good
chance for the mechanics to show off their skills... we'll see."

Vaal stands. "I'm getting milk and coffee, want anything?"

"Same, try not to crash on your way." Trash adds, politely."

"Roomba?"

You wink at her. "I'm good, thank you!" Vaal walks past you, patting your head as she does.
"If they say they can't then we won't bother, that should make it a bit safer."

"Just get Moody to test em." Trash says. "She knows her stuff."

As Vaal comes back, she has a What standing over her shoulder.

"As for betting... higher stakes amplify tells but do you really have money to lose? And will the
others?"

"Roomba," the templar's voice seems almost pleading, "I have money. You know that. You
gave it to me." Actually, her face seems almost desperate... in a joyful manner. "Cmon, now.
Let's see if Fakes can cry."

"But what about-"

"Later. Each of these tasty flakes is now worth 1/20 of my salary." ...Trash is smiling
strangelly. "So If I win... I get twice of it."

Both you and Vaal share a /look/.

>>810476
"If your salary gets doubled then doesn't that mean that we can only afford to hire 5 people? Then again if you lost everything we could afford a seventh... Sure, I'll take that bet~"

>>810476
Half way through, we should go all in, we win, Trash has to take Vaal out on a nice dressed-up date. Put some actual pressure on Trash

>>811312
If we can get her to take the bet then this too.

>>811316
Mostly its just to put her off balance. Mess with her a bit, so she feels pressure or at least uncertainty.

"If your salary gets doubled," you start, softly but seriously," doesn't that mean that we can
only afford to hire five people?"

"Nah." She shrugs. "I wouldn't do that to you." Yet her eyes shine. "It would mean you'll owe
me whole salary, yeah."

"Then again, if you lost everything we could affod a seventh..." You remark, carefully.

"If your toasty ass somehow manages to cheat on me, then yup, you'll get another guy."

"And I'll end up feeding you my leftovers." Vaal adds.

"Just remember that nobody asked you." Trash points out to her. Then turns to you. "So-"

"Oh, one more thing" Calmly, you wrap your hands into each other under your chin, adding
up some silence for drama as you warmly look at Trash. "This test is meant to evaluate
composture. So..."

"So...?"

"If I win," you raise the pitch of your voice, "you take out Vaal on a date."

Trash blinks, then tilts her head. "Ok?"

"All paid." You add, smiling.

"Fine?"

"With nice dresses..."

One of Trash's eye twitches. "What?" she says, as Vaal frowns her lips.

You nod, and nod. "...into a fancy dinner restaurant."

Trash, um... freezes. "Toasty." she beggets, politely, almost grimacing. "What the fuck?" Her
words are lost to the wind as Vaal gleefully splits the cards from the side of the glass table.

"AAAAND WE ARE ON!" she states, firmly yet excitedly. "NO cheating, have fun!"

...Trash right now seems like a kid who just lifted a snake and is starting to realize it's not a
rope.

The small cardboard black man's face in agony is on your side. You place a flake in front of
you, Trash puts two. Which means, as you recall, that 10% of her salary is already at play.
Without hurry, you get the cards in front of you.

3 of hearts
8 of clubs

You glance at Trash. She got back her composture very fast... perhaps way to fast.
You get another flake into the table, she does the same. Vaal chuckles. The flop is dealt:

A of hearts
A of spades
3 of diamonds

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>>811368

Alright, she seems fairly confident right now.
Our options right now are fairly limited.
First of, check her.
Then check, or if we want to raise.
Pretty simple, right?
(Let it be told, I am not good at poker.)

Omake: Fakehorn

"An artificial Himehorn, what the fuck? How does that even work?"

"I... I have no idea."

"So, you are in charge in this lab, that's sucking our resources dry, and you are about to activate an experiment that YOU HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE HOW IT WORKS?"

Damn Loli who killed half of our scientists, damn her to hell even if the world dies if she does.

The old man then pointed to the lights in the stasis chamber. "Is all green now, it has been all green for a week. I can either shut the machine and kill her, or wake her up. And before you order me to just kill her, I must remember you that so much money, time and resources was invested on the Project Artificial Horny Princess that if we don't show results they will just nuke us from orbit."

That... that name... right. A bunch of guys who can't even get a girl if they pay her. Horrible mutacions caused by science going very wrong and the fact the last time we brought them a hocker she is now a cyborg that runs on a power source that causes heads to explode if you look at it directly.

At least that scared the Loli away. Now if super hocker had not just run away to the Devil knows were after that, it wouldn't have been a complete failure.

So much, so much could be done if these guys weren't fucking crazy. Project Mars would be all green for example.

But no, there is no way to remove the "Mad" from Mad Science. Is like herding cats. Take the way I look for example, the perfect resurrection serum ends making catgirls, thankfully I was already female before this. Oh and mostly sane, the rest of the catgirls went feral. Thankfully there is a market for that... and that's why I have to foil about three kidnapping attempts a week.

Ah right, I have to deal with this shit.

"Fuck... fine. But we are doing this by the book. Every non essential personal is going into Big Joe, and yes I know is a piece of trash but it has the space. Then we get chocolate pudding for when this Fakehorn wakes up. And then we wake her up and hope the guys that build her didn't create another Jane disaster."

Jane is the name of the super cyborg hocker. How I know? I don't want to talk about it.

And I know this Fakehorn will be like a five year old and I will be in charge of her. Why? Because I am one of the few so called super soldiers that has not run away yet and I am also mostly sane.

Now why the hell the higher ups wanted a fake Horn Princess anyway? Fuck if I know. This was commissioned twenty years ago and I wasn't the boss back then.

Still, I honestly hope this girl doesn't end blowing up the ship. The Silly Duck is the best ship we have, and the Docs have made so many fixes to it I could swear it thinks on it's own sometimes. Not like an AI, more like a fucked haunted ship.

And yes I swear a lot is that or drinking and trust me, you don't want a catgirl to get drunk.

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>>811368
I'm terrible at poker, so I got nothing on how to proceed on wagering.

However, I am passable at screwing with people....

We need to keep Trash off balance. She looks recovered, but she's hiding her frustration. Turn to Vaal and ask if she want's co-ordinate outfits or surprise each other.


>>811531
Well, Ok then.

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>>811531
Oooh, is that a writeup?
Hey Horned one, is that a writeup?
Have we fished ourselves a writeup?

Is this from the Capital-ship of Heater? The airship where the scientist doesn't have to care about those pesky morals?
So IS it a writeup? If so, let's see if we can rival MGNQ in terms of Writeups

>>811631
I know how Poker works, but when I go against AI I just go all in, because it's not real money I'm betting. So yeah, I could calculate our chances. To bad I don't know the Trash's cards, else I could give us an accurate calculation of factual chance.
Forgot my Image

>>811368
"Cheat? That would make this not very useful as a test if I did. Besides Vaal is dealing, any bottom of the deck dealing would be on her wouldn't it?"
>Run pokerface.out so that unless continuously signaled to do so we just maintain the usual blinking/breathing/minor eye motion patterns that cut down on uncanny valley creepiness.
Our hand is pretty shit actually, so we'll need to bluff her. Pre-flop match her bet, we can risk a loss on this first hand as we to have an element of supprise, Trash doesn't seem to know what she's gotten herself into so The first card dealt being an ace, flash a mild supprise joy combination expression, not enough to be obvious except to someone like Trash. On the second ace do the same thing but a tiny bit stronger with a bit of smug. We're trying to signal that we have an ace making 3 of a kind, and possibly a full house. If she has no aces she'll probably fold as that's a hard hand to beat, if she has one she'll need to count on getting a higher pair than one I get, so we will match her 2 chip bid on the flop for now and watch for a face card on the turn and flash smug if we get one implying a very strong full house and if our turn to bet comes first then double down, if she has both aces then she has 4 of a kind and we're fucked. She may try to bluff us on having 2 aces so watch for a contrary expression before her own joy/smug bluff after that 2nt ace to tell apart a bluffing signal from her thinking that she's "caught us" in our bluff. With that lets see what the turn, and Trash, gives us.

>>811740
Well, fuck me, and fuck me proper, now THIS is a proper analysis.
Yeah... I got nothing. Yet.

>>811695
You calculate the odds in a game like this Bayesian style. You take the raw probability of each winning hand as your priors, adjust them based on your cards in the hole, the flop, turn, and river and you'll have the probability of what your opponent's could have. Total up the probability of each hand they could have that could beat yours, minus the intersection between hands (four of a kind has three of a kind in it, if you add them both together you're actually double counting some possibilities) and that's your probability of losing purely based off what's dealt. The real fun comes in inferring what they could have giving you more information while feeding them false information. That's where the skill comes in~

>>811932
TLDR: Don't play poker against an autistic stats major who's roleplaying a socially savvy gynoid, the odds are not in your favor.

>>811695
The Silly Duck is very far away from the Capital, in no one knows were the fuck we are country. Basically they caused so much propiety damage and trouble they moved the ship and their Mad Docs as far away from the Capital as they could. They make stuff that even scares away that mad Loli, that's how fucking terrifying their experiments are. I mean they powered a cyborg with what's probably an Eldric Abomination! No one is sure because your head explodes if you watch it. Yes even pictures or Fakes, you head explodes anyway.

Rule number one when dealing with Mad Science: Never do it close to anything valuable. The Capital is very very valuable and they didn't want to lose it.

Why these guys keep being funded? Because they do useful things once in a while.

Of course project Mars will probably never be finished before the Loli dies. Is a project to move civilisation to other planets, and is named that way due to humanity long dream of living in Mars no matter if it makes sense or not.

Twenty years ago? Seaman Recruit
Niko Tolinyeva believed project Mars was going to save madkind. Today? She is a cat girl with a foul mouth and the only reason she didn't get the duck away from the madness is because of her sense of duty. Sucks to be you, Captain Tolinyeva.

Uh, do they use navy or airforce ranks for the ships? Because if is airforce it would be AB aka Airman Basic.

And is what's called an Omake, it doesn't affect the story at all, is basically a different continuity.

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>>811984
...
Are you new to this? No judgment, just wondering.

Funny, how I wanted to write Capitol, and it became capital...

Well...
Let's see here.

First of, we got the "setting introduction":
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Test+Quest%21

The horned one I'm referring to all the time, the Haremhorn, is our Questmaster, and created their quests after the works of Dan Kim, specifically everything related to himehorns.

And, well... Mars? Not even sure we are on earth. And even then, there is so little left there in the universe.
>Pic explains it for me

After a gigantic flood (cause unknown, as far as I know at least, but probably something having to do with cosmic bodys colliding) there is little landmass left, and people live in Gigantic Airships.
By the by, I was refering to these things when I said "CapitOl-ship"... as for Heather... It's a long story.
...

In fact, let me just ask the horned one how long they need until we can create a pastebin.

...
Well, I really just can repeat that single thing I said above:
read the archives to get a grip on the setting in general
> http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Test+Quest%21
And in case you know of the setting... you might have misunderstood one or another thing...

As always, correct me if I'm wrong guys.

>>812089
Oh, I almost forgot!

This might have some very uncomfy situations. As in "Abandon all hope, ye who enter" kind of uncomfy.

Somehow I still belive I forgot something. Everyone, did I forget something?

>>812104
It's run in the style of playing a videogame while your friends watch, they might give advice, but ultimately one person has the controller and they determine the actions the player character (Roomba) takes.

Also, if you can't stand slow pacing this is not the quest for you.

>>812089
What part of alternate continuity you don't understand? Basically I decided that the setting was depressing as fuck and made no fucking sence. So I set my omake in a continuity that did.

Basically they farm food in greenhouses, people avoid the deeps as much as they can, Mad Science would make Sparks proud, humanity survives as best as it can and I will probably recycle the idea for an original story. Although most of my ideas for a Scavenger world that does make sense are being used in Megaman Legends Beta Quest.

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Right, so, do we have agreed on a name for the Second's hornmother yet?

Fighting Anythings and so on is hard enough, so we need to give her something to hold onto.

So, right now we have Steve's "Effort", or "Ambition"
As well as my "Forward" or "Ahead"

If someone has any good idea what to give the soon to be Arma as an advice from her former self, go ahead and leave an idea!
>pic somewhat related

>>812479
If we can give her advice, I would ask her to think about what one word of wisdom she would give a newly hatched small horn for them to carry around for the rest of their life. Or if she doesn't have much of an answer for that one, then what is the best thing about yourself now that you would want to carry with you into your next life. Our own suggestions wouldn't carry as much weight as something she thinks of herself, but we can help her find the answer by asking the right questions.

>>812237
I am curious about this, what do you think that makes no sense?

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>>812517

Oh look, a haremho- OH GOD, I WAS WRONG, IT'S AN ANYTHING!

>>811740
"Cheat? Hmm!" You turn your head from her without violence, but look at the templar from
the side. "That would make this not very useful as a test if I did." Your face her just a bit more.
"Besides Vaal is dealing, any bottom of the deck dealing would be on her wouldn't it?"

Trash nods, and nods. Then takes the deck from Vaal's hand, who took too long to realize
what was going on and ended up pouting.

"You deal one, I deal one." Trash says, calmly. "Fair, right? You even get the Corny to keep
watch."

>>813305
*shrug* "If that's how you'd prefer it to be then I have to problems with it. I trust that you wouldn't do anything sneaky with your dealing just to get out of a date" Open body language, and a genuine smile to go with the above. We have no idea what kind of templar power tricks she might have so we really are trusting her here. Though It certainly wont hurt to watch closely either.

Watch for guilt or anger after that, the former being a tell, the latter being a mask to hide the former. After post flop betting is done offer her the turn, and we'll draw the river after that round of betting, assuming it makes it that far. Of course proceed with the plan for that as mentioned before

>>813368

You shrug. "If that's how you'd prefer it to be then I have no problems with it." You glance at
Vaal and crack a bold smile at Trash. "I trust that you wouldn't do anything sneaky with your
dealing just to get out of a date!"

Almost closing your eyes as you say that, you focus hard on the templar's features. It's there
for just a second, and it's subtle. Her cheeks puffing,here eyes shining, her head shaking, all
the features of a laugh in very small doses.

And you are dead certain of this. Even as the templar's eye twitches as Vaal stares
quizzically at you from the side of your eye.

"Toasty?" Trash asks. "You fried a circuit or something?"

You blink over and over. "Sure? Is there something wrong?"

"You got, um, /very/ quiet." Vaal emphasises the word, seeming actually concerned.

"Oh! It's my face, right? Hahaha!" You dim your eyes as you laugh. "Don't worry, all Fakes can
do that. We have complete control over our reflexes and pulse, unlike you."

"It's fucking creepy, stop it." Trash suggests.

"No, don't stop it." Vaal shakes a finger in front of her face. "It doesn't go against the rules, so
deal with it!"

Trash glances at you and grumbles. Trying not to break the flake you leave it on the table,
matching Trash's bet. Quietly, you glance at the first ace, and barely arc your lips. Then you
look at the second ace, and your lips arc just a tiny bit more as you slightly shake your heels.
Finally, you glance at the templar, who quickly looks away. In that tenth of a second, you
noticed her cheeks slighly stetching to one side, a common expression of-

"FOLD."

...concern.

Vaal giggles. "That was-"

"Fucking FOLD." She puts all cards on the deck and slides it towards you, then she slides her three flakes one by one. "Deal, toaster."

That's 15% of her salary.

(Cont!)

>>814468
You grab the deck, then hesitate.

"I was just the small blind, shouldn't you be dealing now?"

"Nah, you deal." Trash yawns. "Keep the button, I'll be the small blind this one."

"That's not how it works." Vaal warns with a higher pitch of voice, as she grabs the
screaming black man and glings it at Trash. "No weird things. You deal."

Trash shrugs. "Whatever."

Slowly, the templar drops a flake in front of her, and you place two of the ones she just gave
you. The templar deals the cards, as both you and Vaal pierce her with four eyes.

You reach for your cards.

8 of hearts.
8 of spades.

You glance at Trash. Her subtly comical expression is still there, there's content and
even confidence in the way she moves. Trash checks. The flop is dealt:

4 of diamonds
3 of diamonds
J of clubs

>>814495

Let me try it a bit.
Probably nowhere as accurate as yours will be, but I want to see what I'm capable of.

As far as I see it, we don't even have such a bad hand.
But considering what lies in the flop, the chance of a flash isn't all to far fetched.
So we should probably check Trash...

And now I don't know how to proceed anymore.

>>814504 your judgement about our hand isn't wrong. The flop didn't give us much to work with though. Trash seems pretty cheery after learning we can keep a perfect poker face though... yet she still folded on our bluff. I think what happened was that after we "tipped our hand" on what a fake can do she figured we could be bluffing or giving a tell just to throw her off future bluffs. With that I think she's moved up a level in her model of us. When we go blank, up our optics frame rate, and generally just give off a "I'm processing all the data right now" she knows we're either up to something ourselves or suspicious of what she's doing. We'll have to test that later but for now let's play under that assumption and see if it gives us a win. If she can thoroughly trounce an expert actor like Vaal I think it's safe to assume she can manage this kind of meta-thinking.

>>814495
The only reason I could think of her trusting our tells would be that she thinks our software forces some kind of leak, but the only reason to do that is to make humans more comfortable, pokerface.exe keeps up the normal human stuff to keep us from looking like we've shut down or getting the "creepy haunted doll" look, but someone like us putting up a poker face like that is rather out of character, kinda like if Roomba was to talk about flaying someone alive to extract information from them, it's not impossible, but it would be weird and disturbing to hear from Roomba.

So with our modeling out of the way lets get down to gameplay.

Right now she's projecting confidence and we know she's good at bluffing but isn't likely to have a perfect poker face compared to ours (if she did, she's either Laetali levels of messed up or a Fake. Either way we'd want to get her checked for hidden protocols.) If we have a crappy hand it would make sense to watch her for a bluff and fold early if we think she's being honest. If we thought our hand was good we'd want to crunch out the numbers and would want to play more aggressively as the numbers are on our side. This obviously could change at each betting round but we can adjust as we go. We can bluff her using this knowledge of how she thinks we work.

(lol post too long part 1/2)

>>814962
(part 2/2)


Take a quick look at our hole cards and then keep our eyes on her, watch close enough that she can tell we're putting a bit of power behind it so she thinks we have a pretty crappy hand (and perhaps think she's bluffing with her confidence) We do actually have a decently strong hand post flop (our pair in the hole plus 9 cards we could get in the turn or river to make it a 2 pair, and 2 card that could give us 3 of a kind, gives us around a 64% chance to win) After the flop again watch Trash closely for tells, not actually using full power, but enough that if you know what to watch for (and I'm sure Trash has learned enough to tell by now, she's commented on it before) you'll see Roomba is using her skills. If we think she's bluffing a strong hand from the flop call her on it with a raise bet, and if we don't get anything keep our bet even or check if our bid is lower. So far we should never be betting above 3 flakes our self. Keep our poker face for the rest of the game, under the current theory of her behavior she knows anything we signal with that is either going to be a bluff or noise we throw out to try and trick her into thinking our expression does actually leak information but trying to pull something like that off (I was bluffing last time but this time I'm actually giving you tells, what should you believe now ufufufu~?) would be very transparent and wouldn't get us much more than one win before she catches on.

I think that should cover it all, we'll just say anything I missed was something Roomba couldn't compute in time without giving away her processing level

>>814974
You know?
I was posting the Kaiji pictures...
but now I think they fit you way better.
All these mind games, they make me feel woozy.

>>814974
I'm so glad you're actually good at this, because the best I could do is get confused and hope for a Yahtzee.

>>812579
I'll be taking this.

Also I'm likely to make a gigapost either later today or tomorrow, don't expect it today just in case.

And, after that, this quest will enter it's first hiatus.

>>816270

It wouldn't be a good quest if it weren't delayed for a short time of 6 month, right?

And also, sure, go ahead there.

>>816270
>Gigapost
YAAAYYY!

>Hiatus
WAAAAAAH!

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>>816337
Nah! Nothing of the sort. It will be a month at most.=w=
I'll be very busy for a while, but once I come back we'll finally have that intro pastebin and some other goodies to toy with. What comes after this (because, what could happen?) is the interview circle of Roomba's candidates, so please stock on tea for a month and wait warmly. :D

>>816445
I will wait in my comfiest chair with blankets and cocoa.

>>816520
That's exactly what I mean.

>>816445

>stocking up on tea instead of cake.

>>816597

Too much cake is bad! You end up rolling instead of waling. ;w:

>>816676
To be fair, I'm not fan of the cake either.

I prefer cupcakes and the such, they are fluffier.

And I wouldn't be rolling. My metabolism is to awkward to let me become fat.

>>818526
Best part about cupcakes is that you can change flavours and fillings. You won't get bored or regret buying that one cake.

>>821191

I'm actually more fond of cupcakes myself, except for "that one". Cakes can be too heavy!

Been pretty busy today too x_x
Don't worry, megapost coming soon!

>>825882
Still waiting warmly

>>825946

Come on, let's keep talking baker-goods! How fond are you horns in terms of bread? What about pretzels and the such, the succulent saltness?

>>829165
>pretzels

with mustard.....ssssoooooooo good.

Does the herd like potato pancakes?

or regular pancakes?

>>829199
Regular ones with apple the few times we get to eat them. One of our hornmother doesn't eat cake at all. Not even croissants or pretzels!

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>>829555
No cake? How? What? That makes no sense!