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(There's also Himehorn's Daily Life and a little wiki in there.)

This is a one-man quest! Only Nyandemo's posts count towards it.

>>1297199

"It seems those idiots took my role as Roomba protector a tad too seriously. I bet it was the turtle, he must be tired of the jokes. So... do we have a medic around here?"

>>1297448

Oh God! Fuck! Shit! At least we may know shame now.

Going down the stairs is a hassle. While you don't lack the millimetric precision of a Fake,
you may be just a tad bit too strong compared to your average happy toaster. As for how you
managed to hurt her with her dEKE on, the answer is simple: "dynamic Elastic Kinetic
Field". "Elastic"; Lumina's dEKE was set to efficiency. It seems your average dEKE doesn't
last much longer than five or six minutes without hitting spares- long story short, Lumina is
grabbing onto your neck for dear life as you carefully descend into the pressurized chamber,
the filter between their tasty oxygen and the endless void all around.

Once through, you carefully place one step into the floor and then the other, making a point to
gain some distance from the ladder before turning around (since you don't feel the girl on
your back that much) until Legs comes retard-running from the corner, slips, and smashes his
head against the wall. You just look at the thing, even slightly amused. He even forgot to trigger
the dEKE.

And it's not long before team blonde caught up; Trash and Vaal calmly walk up to the semi
corpse: "Wwwwwwwwwhaaaaaaat??" It's Vaal, grasping her hair with both hands. "Oh come
ON, this man must have been raped by plushies." She turns to you; her eyes widen just
a bit. "Hi there." Vaal greets you, getting a hand next to her face and moving all four fingers up
and down twice. This makes Trash turn to look as well. Vaal bends forward, both hands on her
waist as she studies you intently. "But what happened there?" And she sounds worried.

"What the fuck. Lumina?" Trash walks up to you, her features just a bit twisted. It's like
retards run into walls every day at Roomba's Support Center. "The fuck happened?"

"The EKE Generator... it has an automatic-closing mechanism," Lumina lies- or not-, her
voice sharp and steady. "I deactivated the laser trigger, and that caused the tiny door to shut
over my hand. Nielly saved me."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa shhhiiiiiiiiiiitt..." Trash seems to be as horrified
as she can be, as she slowly shakes her head from side to side while lifting her chin. The
templar orbits you for a bit until both her and Vaal find Lumina's hand at the same time,
causing their heads to hit and bounce like balls on a pool table. They look at each other for a
while, then go back to grimace at the bleeding hand. "Aw, fuck." Trash says.

"I won't ask if that hurts..." Vaal adds as you witness Roomba coming from the corner. The
oldest blonde jumps to her feet at Lumina. "It's gonna be ok! You are very brave!" she says,
striking a full smile towards your bulk.

Meanwhile, Roomba kneels next to the man, then looks at the rest of you quizzically.

(Cont!)

"So the guy just saw the hornmother and went bat-shit crazy," Trash shrugs as she stares at
Hat and Legs, both yet again stuck in that white bed. "Cute-phobia must be a thing. Finding the
What now is a matter of life and death for some."

"The What isn't cute," Vaal blurts out, like a spoiled child. This must be the first time ever
you see Trash pouting; you'll frame this moment even if it's not important, just because it might
not happen again. Yet, the templar says not a word. You look over her shoulder; Roomba is
carefully cleaning Lumina's hand as the girl sits in a wooden chair. You make a point to ask
where the fuck does all that wood come from, later, some day when you remember. It doesn't
make any sense, though; you've got medicinal skills, Fake repairing skills, mechanical skills-
all skill that require the delicate touch of a surgeon. You wonder if your hand is as big as a
Sansui's skull. Lumina winks as you look at her, right when Toast is busy talking and cleaning
the wound.

"I recognize myself... astounded." It's the hat, from over Legs's head. "Wallace had never
reacted like this before to anything other than choco-monkeys, and that is only because he
does not like monkeys and it wasn't nearly this severe, never."

"Maybe I shouldn't be here," the Toast says, getting a hand behind her nape as she looks
past Lumina.

"Trust me, you've got time." It's Trash, spinning Moody's mask in her hand as glances at
Roomba. "Worst case scenario just get out of the room and that's it."

"Beamy," It's Trash, again, now looking at you from the side, "get me Preah. Why you? You
had to talk to her anyway, right? Two birds with one stone." Then she gives a little smile. "I can
go if you want to, but you'll have to ask Atma a few things for me."

"Why not me?" Vaal puffs her cheek at Trash, who shakes her head.

"Because you are going to forget what I said." Trash leans towards Vaal with a toothy grin.
"Wanna bet?"

"Disrespectful. Highly disrespectful." Vaal snaps away from Trash, going "hmp!", then walking out
of the room.

Trash shrugs. "She'll forget next time she rapes me."

Got some kind of double posting glitch going on.

>>1298197
"Blankey only said it was disrespectful, she never said you where wrong. Anyways if you can tell me where... Butter, that was it! If you can tell me where Butter is then sure I'll go grab her, but I should probably put together an x-ray machine sooner rather than later to get a decent image of Lumina's hand. With any luck it's just a nasty cut and some hairline fractures. And getting her some pain-killers"

>>1297448
As far as I know Garterbelt-... I mean White Walker isn't around so that's me.

>>1298197

>I can fix her hand, with the medicine toutine going on I would just be as strong as needed.

>>1298197

Omake: Garden

CAT: What's Garden?
Fakehorn: Oh is a What Ship, it used to be a ship with a Garden that produced food hence the name, now it still produces food but is not edible, is like a joke.
CAT: Noon edible food? Why?
Fakehorn: Because if it was edible everyone would hunt the poor What Ship. You know how the Red Disaster works by using videogame logic and it's weapon look taken from old video games?
CAT: Yes I lived there for a while. I even got the gift of a Sega Master System Gun that can hurt everything weaker than a Hand.
Fakehorn: Really? I want it! Anyway Garden produces video game like food and it seems that unlike the weapons organics can't use power ups. If they could, the food crisis would be solved. But here is the thing, Fakes can survive eating the power ups and so can everything that does not need food to live. Are you still eating chocolate?
CAT: Yes out of spite and because is delicious. Does garden got any chocolate power ups?
Fakehorn: Yes, that and candy are very common, they just heal a little. Now here comes the big part, just like Red Disaster is the big damage dealer, Garden is the healer. My creators would call it the Black Mage While Mage holy combo or something. They are still trying to buy a holy sword from the Red Disaster even if they know it would just fade away in a week on so unless they went around killing Hands like you do.
CAT: Really? I was kind of wondering why the Red Disaster didn't arm her WAHTs when they left the ship. How come Hands keep the weapons going?
Fakehorn: What Ships like the Red Disaster and Garden fuck with reality like Hands do only in a more orderly way. They have their own power source but killing Hands feed them. Or so some say. Basically if hands are videogame gliches then let's fight them with video game stuff! Or something like that.
CAT: Would my gun get way stronger if I killed a lot of hands in the same day?
Fakehorn: No, you only have GAS, not the ability to bend reality to you knees and call it your bitch. Plus the Red Disaster has said to be able to beat Anythings, even if it forms a floatilla with other What Ships before hand and they always have loses. And Garden never goes because it has a shirty damage output, only being to reinforce other ships.
CAT: I remember one time she beat an anything, she was depressed for weeks because of the huge loses. I asked why they went for Anythings at all and she playing the song 'Staying alive' from the Bee Geess or something like that on the speakers.

"Blankey only said it was disrespectful," you say, "she never said you were wrong. Anyways, if
you can tell me where...

"Preah?" some toaster says.

"-Butter, that was it!" You beam up, slightly. "If you can tell me where Butter is then sure, I'll go
grab her, but I should probably put together an x-ray machine soon rather than later to get a
decent image of Lumina's hand. With any luck, it's just a nasty cut and some hairline fractures.
And getting her some pain-killers."

"No," you hear, and it's Lumina sitting in front of Toast. "I don't need those."

"You don't," Trash turns to her, puffing her cheek like Vaal, "but you are in for a new world of pain
if you don't swallow a pill."

"Sorry." And the girl is still, even though her eyes are wet and red. Trash looks at you,
perhaps wondering if she changed her mind or not. "I don't like feeling numb." Well that, settles
it.

Roomba "hmmmmms" longly, perhaps wondering if she should convince her to have
one or not.

"Butter is... eh, fuck If I know." Trash scratches her head. "Toasty?"

"You mean Preah?" Roomba tilts her head. "She likes big places. Did you check the
hangar?"

"Their ship is there," Trash says, waving her head towards Hat and Legs.

"Hmm, then the roof."

"Been there," you say.

"Hmmmm.... are you sure it's ok?" she says suddenly look at Lumina, who simply nods at
her. Yet Roomba returns a worried look and a half-smile. "We have plenty of those, don't worry
if you need some."

"I'm ok," Lumina states.

"Alright," Trash rumbles, "we've got the terrace, then the main floor that is divided by two and
has the cockpit, then the six living quarters, the machine room, and the hangar-deployment
bathroom bullshit." Yet her energy vanishes and is replaced by a frown.

"She's in the shower-room," Roomba chirps eagerly, suddenly.

"Wait what, you knew already?"

Roomba shakes her head, smiling.

-----------------------------------:o ---------------------------

And what do you know, Preah /is/ in the shower-room. It's not exactly big, but it's not
small either; it must be 30 feet long and ten feet tall. It's a single big room with no walls, and
rows of showers next to each other clearly meant for military use.

So it's no much wonder Preah is vaulting and bouncing from wall to wall, throwing the What far
and then speeding up to catch it, the little thing meekly letting it happen. You note that she
notices you, and that's when she lands. She crouches and leaves the What on the floor, and
the little thing is quick to move its big feet up and down out of the room. The Arma then walks
up to you, wearing her usual dead grin as both her very long arms limp at her sides.

"Ooooooooooooooooh. A Nielly." And as usual, there's no variation whatsoever to her ring of
voice, like with one of those cheap translators. Preah just looks at you with half open eyes.

...It doesn't take you long to realize she's done talking.

>>1298823
"Beans said you wanted to talk to me? Apparently she has some questions for you too"

>>1298823

>Touch her nose and say "Boop!"

"Beans said you wanted to talk with me? Apparently she has some
questions for you too."

Preah nods slowly, as if her head was a tongue that was licking something
so delicious you couldn't even perceive it. "I like your raincoat," she
says afterward.

"Thanks?" You wonder if that was a jab to you dripping everywhere you
went.

"Do you like jumping?", she asks.

>>1299107
"Not particularly. With the dents I'd leave in the floor it'd just make more work for me. Do you particularly enjoy playing cat and mouse with the What?"

>>1299107

"Are you going to hug and kiss me? Because Toast is the one who likes these things. Also I found out I might be as strong as a musclehorn and apparently I can't control my strength."

>>1299152

"Not particularly. With the dents I'd leave in the floor it'd just make more work for me."

"Jump over an EKE field then. Even better; get a pulsar trigger under your boots, jump, then turn
them on exactly as you land. Stomp a bit to help with precision." Preah talks slowly, her half-open
eyes totally fixed on yours. "That's how they jump so high."

"Do you particularly enjoy playing cat and mouse with the What?"

"It helps me think. Do you like riddles?"

>>1299695
"They can be entertaining. Where you just working on one then?"

>>1299843

"I have this riddle. It's about a man that smashes a banana to his face. I still making it. Riddles are hard."

>>1299854
"Particularly if you want it to only have one answer. Let me know when you finish it then. Anyways, go talk to Trash. She should be over near the hatch to the hangar. Seems Legs is terrified of hornmother's too."

>>1300056

"Ooooooh. I want to talk to you, though."

>>1300065
"What about? why you decided to bite me?"

>>1300109
(little grin) "Did that bother you?"

>>1300114
"Seemed like trolling, though I am curious as to your motivation... Though as I understand it trying to figure out why you do anything besides as Toast would say 'being a bully' is rather futile."

>>1300136
"That is why Roomba is so easy to abuse. Don't you agree?"

>>1300150
"Anyone who hasn't learned the fine and subtle art of not giving a fuck will be bullied by life until they do."

>>1300160
"Ooooooh, so the Nielly doesn't have a care in the world. That is very interesting." (just stares at you)

>>1300184
"That would be neither subtle nor artful. Selectively caring about things is the key, not just ignoring everything. Conservation of fucks given, not a complete embargo"

>>1300220

"Ooooooooh." (pauses) "If a friend gave you a golf stick and then asked you to poke its head with it, but then stared at you all wrong while you did, and if you asked the friend what was wrong and it told you that nothing was wrong but sounded all angry, what would the Nielly do there?"

>>1300236

So is this still a quest or it hust turned into a chat session?

>>1300236
"I'd tell them to be more careful in what they tell a fake to do if they didn't think I would actually do it."

>>1300337
It's a very dialog intensive quest. And I have veto power over suggestions, so kind of a chat log right now but I do appreciate intelligent input.

>>1300619
"Oooooh. Very. Interesting." (just stares at you longly until you wonder if she's done) "And if a girl told you she's a boy, but she's dressed like a girl, and insisted very stubbornly that she's a boy to you even if she/he doesn't know you, you don't know or care about he/her, to the point of following you down the street just to yell that to you all the way down the road, out of nowhere, just like that?"

>>1301324
Shrug it off. Clearly they have issues if they have to follow me down the street yelling about things that are none of my business

>>1301324
"Why I would never call someone by something other than what is clear Butter. I'm sure Beans, Toast, and Blankey will tell you that too... That's sarcasm by the way. Whatever the fuck their wanna call themselves is fine by me, but I'm gonna laugh at them if they think everyone is going to play along as easily as I will."

>>1301390
"So; the Nielly dances to her own rhythm. That is very interesting."

>>1301780
"Assuming that I danced, yes, you might say that."

Seriously, consolidate. There is no need for new threads when there is an old one with just 30 responses.

>>1303917
Ok!

Preah simply stares at you at you for a while before turning around and leaving without a
word, leaving only the squishy sound of her steps to fill the silence. At least until the door is
swallowed by the ceiling to be closed behind her later, leaving you alone in the shower room. As
you take your own leave towards the elevator (to which Preah isn't going) you find that it isn't
there anymore only to see it descend right in front of you, open, and spit an eager toaster.

"We are about to land! For the first time!," Roomba exclaims, happily snatching your hand
and then running in place towards the elavator, her feet sliding against the floor as she tries to
drag you in. You let it happen for a bit to make a point, and once she stops struggling and turns
to smile you walk into the elevator by your own accord.

"Where's Preah?" Toast asks as she takes her place next to you.

The elevator door closes in front of your crimson eyes. "Fuck If I know." And you go up.

-------------------------------------- :D ------------------------------

Roomba rushes ahead right after the elevator door opens at the bottom of the Friend's top and
main floor, yet the robutt stops to wait once she notices your calm steps and hands in pockets.
You both eventually reach the cockpit where, except for Preah, everyone has gathered in front
of the surrounding big glass wall; The Toast, Trash, Vaal, Atma, Lumina, the What, and the
hornmother right under the little being. You endure the barrier of lesbians and can't help but
whistle as you are met with the clarity of the water below across the wet, tarnished glass and
rows of frantic windshields.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!!!" It's Vaal, the blonde's feet going up and down frantically as
she hatches onto Trash like a tick.

Who lacks her enthusiasm. "Why are you so excited, this place is nightmare fuel and you've
already been here, and besides, it's raining hell-" her mouth vanishes under Vaal's hand.

"Becaaaaaaaaaaaaause," she starts, opening her mouth wide as usual, "we are FINALLY
getting started!"

You would bet Trash said something along the lines of "test" and "god-dammit". Glancing
around, you spot Atma and Roomba talking fast and low among each other between giggles as
the hornmother grabs onto Lumina for dear life, the horned thing's eyes wide and blank as she
stares into the ocean below. Being honest with yourself, you admit that Toast grabbing Atma's
hand had almost completely escaped you.

"ohgodogodohgodimsoexciteeeeeednAKJSDNA!!" Vaal shakes her hand and pouts after Trash
bites it.

"So where the fuck is Preah?" Trash asks, gazing ahead.

"Right... above us," you point meekly, to her overwhelming surprise, towards the glass roof
surrounding her. Because that absolutely black mass floating over all of you is, clearly, a butt-
Preah's butt, as she sits under the rain to watch the endless dark ocean grow bigger.

"Not the type to care much, is she?" Vaal says as you both stare at it.

And the Friend lands.

>>1304561
"So what next Toast? We have a ship in the hangar with a taking Hat for a pilot and it's panic stricken Legs along with an injured mechanic so far. Do we go out looking for more trouble or should we deal with what we already have on our plate?"

>>1304561

"I think we need a medic and a shrink. Someone has to go for supplies and me and Toast need to talk in private."