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>>1650644
>> Look around (1d100)
Still trying to catch up

>>1650644
>> Look around (1d100)

>>1650718
>>1650711

1d100 best of 3 for CSI.

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>1650769

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>1650769

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>1650769

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>>1650779
>>1650775
>>1650773

Walking into the room and checking the corners you take a deep breath and try to stay calm. Okay, so she moves her computer to the side, she was clearly expecting a visitor. Judging by the lift system, she must have thought that it was you,... that whiskey is on "your" side of the table, but you don't drink whiskey...

Well not in company you don't want to fuck.

With a sniff you come to a realization, this is gasoline...

Okay. This is some Sherlock Holmes bullshit, why did she pour gasoline into a glass; because at this point she must have known she was going to die?

If this means something, you don't know what yet... was she a fucking robot or something?

> Look at the scattered papers on the desk

> Look at the computer

> Check her pockets

> Write-In

>>1650880
>> Check her pockets

>>1650880
>> Check her pockets

>>1650880
> Check her pockets

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>>1650893
>>1650887
>>1650953

Next up is turning out her pockets...

Walking up behind The Director where she's slumped back in her chair gives you a pleasant view of her neckhole... you can see the aesophagus, a protruding part of spine and all the ragged messes of flesh, bone and blood that emerge from a blast that takes someone's head off.

You've seen and ordered worse done in your job, but looking down someones throat hole the same way you'd look at a pussy makes your lunch turn in your stomach and threaten to come out to play.

So you look up at the cieling and reach into that smoking jacket she loved to wear, feeling about and trying to ignore the smell of shit and piss that you'd normally associate with a five day drug and booze binge's aftermath.

Sucks that you're beginning to relate it with death now.

Nothing. Her pockets are totally empty.

You just signifigantly impacted your ability to get turned on by pussies for jack shit.

Today sucks and you need to get the betting open soon.

> Papers on the Desk

> Look at her computer

> Write-In

>>1650981
>> Papers on the Desk

>>1650981
>> Papers on the Desk

>>1650981
>Look at her computer
Could be getting deleted as we speak, and holy fuck we are screwed.

>>1650981
>> Look at her computer
how hasnt the world ended yet

>>1650711
>>1650981
> Papers on the Desk

>>1651381
>>1651257
>>1651135
>>1650989
>>1650986

You step to the side and look at the desk, massively aware that your time is finite here. You see....

Blank papers.

Every single sheet of paper is fucking blank.

"No." You state dumbly, "Nononononono." You laugh a little hysterically, "This is a fucking joke."

You pick up the four closest sheets and begin looking at them... nothing. Nothing at all except...

Something, seems off about these papers. They're not just blank?

You absolutely suck at spy shit... what the fuck does this mean.

> Write-Ins only.

>>1652320
Look for a black light. Or try and hold them in front of the computer.

>>1652320
Invisible ink. Needs heat to trigger. Light that glass of gas.

>>1652331
>this.

>>1652331
>>1652348
Both of these

>>1652320

>Dream sequence.

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>>1653218
>>1652940
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>>1652348
>>1652331

With a sigh you realise that this is probably some freakin' invisible ink spy stuff. The question is; what will reveal it?

Wax?

Probably not, she'd need to have some method of revealing it?

Light or Blacklight?

You hold it up to the flickering lamp and all you can make out is that this papaer is coated in this ink.

Heat?

Walking over to the desk, looking at the glass of gasoline she poured... that's got to be it right? With a lighter, you ignite the whiskey glass into a mini version of a barrel flame and hold the paper closer to it.

Instead of the ink revealing however, the page goes up in flame... Smelling vaguely of cinammon, you drop the paper on the desk and see a series of eight digit codes; each one having a function listed beside it.

At the top the paper reads :

FAO My Successor, James Henderson

Say what you want about her, at least she had redundancies... guess you're Director now.

> C455, I'm giving you full control of the facility, go through my phone into this computer.

> Henson, I need you to get in the lift and type this code in.

> Head down to the Stables. You need to check your room.

> Write-In

>>1653910
>Head down to the Stables. You need to check your room.

>>1653910
>> Head down to the Stables. You need to check your room.

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>>1653997
>>1653912

You get in the lift again, realizing that you'll need to somehow clean this shit up if you're ever going to use that office to be The Director.

But you can't let anyone know about that place existing or the code to get in... in fact, if someone implies they know the Director has an office - then that's a smoking gun surely.

"James where the fuck are you going and where the fuck were you?" C455 says from all around the lift.

"Got to go to my room real quick." You answer looking up, "Wait what do you mean where did I go?"

She appears in hologram form, "You were off my map, your phone wasn't sending a signal and after getting in the lift your trackers just stopped sending." She looks fucking pissed with you, "Now I don't care how bad you need your tampons..." The elevator stops going down and goes up, "You're going to get this damn ritual started now, do your fucking job."

> C455, has anyone else disapeared recently?

> While I'm doing this, I need you to check my room and make sure nothing's happened.

> Can't you let me go for like 5 minutes?

> Write-In

>>1656348
>> C455, has anyone else disapeared recently?

>>1656348
>C455, has anyone else disappeared recently?

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>>1656758
>>1656363

"Hey C455. Has anyone else disapeared lately?" You ask with growing dread.

"It'll take me some time but I can find out who disapeared in the last three hours." She says eventually, "Look, are you going to actually tell me what's going on?"

"Yeah. Just need to get today done first C455." With a slow exhalation you admit something, "Not sure if we're going to do it this time."

"We might not." C455 says matter of factly, "But are you going to be a bitch and give up; or get your balls from your purse and flip the bird to these saboteur pieces of shit?"

"You're right." Damn, C455 knows you far too well, you doubt anyone else could have spoken to you like -

DING

The siding doors do what is said on the tin and reveal the lobby, where the entire staff look on dumbfounded as you stroll out with a huge grin; straight from death to stand amongst them all.

You are James Fucking Henderson and you're back. Time to let them know.

Walking up the stairs with aorund four hundred pairs of eyes on you, you look at the board with a thoughtful pose for a second before turning back to your captive audience, "I am James Fucking Henderson. And I.Am.Back." You proclaim to uprorias cheers, taking two overly draatic bows.

"Ladies and Gentleman.... and Jerry. Letttttttssssss gettttt reaaaadyyyyyy tooooo murderrrrrrrrr!" With a flourish you put your name down, Henson's name down and Jess's name down on the betting squares.

Short and sweet this year, but looks like you've sucessfully raised morale.

Jesus doesn't have shit on you.

> Please pick 3 creatures from the stable to bet on. Rewards shall include GM intel or lewds.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1EhlgzrYdfPxiTvY87Shw85cUzbz-MIOJz5nnydOAk28/edit

>>1656798

GO BIG OR GO HOME

>45
>63
>71

>>1656805
>35
>68
>74

>>1656827
>>1656805

Taking the 45 at first. The 68 from the second.

Need a 3rd poster to pick bet number 3.

>>1656348
> C455, has anyone else disapeared recently?

>>1656798
Ok
1
50
100

>>1657054
>>1657053
>>1656827
>>1656805

> 45 Chimera

> 35 Drow (1d4)

> 1 The Resident Evil

I will continue writing after I've DMd DnD

>>1657119
>>1657054
>>1657053
>>1656832
>>1656827
>>1656805

Now then important decision.

> Have Henson observe the sacrifices arrival freeing you up to do base actions.

> Focus on the sacrifices' arrival

>>1657482
>> Have Henson observe the sacrifices arrival freeing you up to do base actions.

>>1657482
>> Have Henson observe the sacrifices arrival freeing you up to do base actions.

>>1657482
> Have Henson observe the sacrifices arrival freeing you up to do base actions.

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>>1657671
>>1657601
>>1657487

Internet died and I lost a fucking huge post for this, might be pausing this due to seething incadenscant rage.

I can offer some Q&A though?

>>1657712
Noooo
How are you runing 3 quest at the same time?
And whatdo you play in dnd

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>>1657777

I was running a Terry Pratchett inspired homebrew. System is so very rules light that all rolls are weighted coin tosses. 11-20 pass. 1-9 fail. 10 reroll.

I ran 3 at a time because someone on the discord jokingly suggested it when I couldn't decide what quest to run.

I'm not sure I'll do more than 2 ever again. It's useful for WCN and Last Stand because those are fairly quick and light hearted, but this is a fuck huge mystery intrigue complex system with character nuance and subtle hints & stuff.

I don't think Cabin or Starborn can be ran in conjunction. It results in burnout a bit, which is why I think I'm unwilling to rewrite all that fucking setting and dialogue again.

Apologies, but like i said - happy to do Q&A.

>>1657792
Ok cools

Yer man i could see that burn out happening.
The last stand is sounding good
Mybe next time just role a dice to pick?

>>1657837

Yeah, I guess just wanted to do something different and test how far I could push it.

Next time/thread we'll be looking into more base intrigue/actions. I'll keep this tabbed so any anons can ask questions.

>>1657792
>"We might not." C455 says matter of factly, "But are you going to be a bitch and give up; or get your balls from your purse and flip the bird to these saboteur pieces of shit?"

I mean. That's cool. Your choice and all.

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>>1658726
>>1657837
>>1657777
>>1657671
>>1657601
>>1657487
>>1657119 (You)
>>1657054
>>1657053
>>1656832 (You)
>>1656827
>>1656805

You fall into step with Henson as you walk down the stairs that lead to the lobby floor, trusting Jess and her picked assistant to handle the human press and chaos of the betting board, when you both make it to a cleared section of the floor you address your colleague, "Ensign Henson, you have the bridge." You say in a horrible Shatner impersonation. "I've got shit to attend to."

"I'd think you'd respect Maxi enough to call her more than shit James." He tuts, getting on his little buggy that he uses to get around the floors.

"Look, I know I'm a manwhore. But we're both aware of what the real issue is." Is all the defence you muster as he turns the key.

"I know. Unlike you I thought discretion might be our strategy."

He looks disapointed in you as he pulls out with his little red light flashing. Honestly, you fucking suck at this intrigue and Sherlock Holmes shit, so why does everyone think you're going to know what to do and masterfully pull off the greatest counter espionage in the history of humanity.

Oh right, you're the boss. That means you're amazing at everything.

Fuck.

> Go to your "room" check it out.

> Upgrade C455 with the codes you have, you'll be able to replace the Director from anywhere on site with her help.

> Ask for all the mages and psychics to report to you in the armoury, bring Jess

> Write-In

>>1658916
>> Upgrade C455 with the codes you have, you'll be able to replace the Director from anywhere on site with her help.

>>1658916
>Upgrade C455 with the codes you have, you'll be able to replace the Director from anywhere on site with her help.

>>1658916
> Upgrade C455 with the codes you have, you'll be able to replace the Director from anywhere on site with her help.

>>1658916
> Upgrade C455 with the codes you have, you'll be able to replace the Director from anywhere on site with her help.

> Have her order all the mage and psychics to the armory and to make sure it's locked down.

> Do all this from your "room".