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A system meltdown has occurred on a Daemon ship, resulting in the premature waking of Daemons and their subsequent death via drowning.

Daemon-1995, a female rookie just turning of age, is awoken in her Pod. Her head hurts horribly, her under-armor is only just barely keeping her warm from the frosty chill of the hallucinogenic water inside of her pod.

She is wearing what would allude to a scuba-mask, it's to keep the liquid from touching her eyes and causing permanent eye damage. The steady cold breeze of oxygen is not being flown into the tube; the scent of blood, however, permeates Daemon-1995's nose instead.

Daemon-1995 opens her eyes, she cannot see past the Pod Door but there is blood on the ground in front of her pod. There might be danger if she exits this pod. However, the oxygen flow has nearly ceased. A lever next to her arm is the emergency release, it will free her and save Daemon-1995 from the water but expose her to the risk of an attacker.

Should she pull the lever?

>>983106

DO IT. Either you die here, or maybe survive there

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Pull the lever!

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>>983138
>>983127
>Pull the lever
Daemon-1995 had no other alternative and reached for the emergency lever and gave it a huge yank upwards. She heard pressure pop in her ears and the loud mechanical screech of various machinery overriding themselves and prying itself open.

Daemon-1995 pulled the scuba-mask off of her face and undid her bindings, which was nothing more than a few leather wraps. They were torn off immediately on the account of her sharp teeth.

Daemon is free.

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There are side effects to extended Hydro-Hallucinstasis stay with no life support.

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From the immediate standpoint, Daemon-1995 can't see any threats in her vicinity but she can definitely see two Hydro-Hallucinstasis Pods overflowing with a clumpy mix of bright crimson and dark cardinal blood. Daemon-1995 swore she saw a brain chunk as well.

Daemon-1995 grows wearily nervous about her fellow Daemons, she HAS to free them whether or not they are alive - it's only right that they don't stay in blasted Pod, maybe one of them could still be alive...?

She highly doubt it, but is still hopeful.

but at the same time, she doesn't exactly understand the situation at hand. Hell, she doesn't even know her OWN name! Maybe a quick look at that terminal over there may satisfied a answer or two?

What should she do, look at the terminal or try to free her fallen comrades?

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Look at the terminal. Her friends are probably dead anyways.

>>983169
Start drinking the blood and eat the brain for sustenance were hungry after being in a pod for so long

>>983169
Look in the pods to see if anyone is still alive.

>>983658
continues to consider the idea as it slowly becomes more appealing.

>>983687
^
>>983658

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>>983471
Daemon-1995 is famished but NOT that hungry. The idea that she should straight-up eat blood, that she has no idea where it came from, strikes her as irresponsible and repulsive.

However, on the other hand, Daemon 1995 is tempted and she considers it: how would she be able to keep it down if she throws it back up again?

>>983689
You ruined all or my quotes.

>daemon 1995 realizes that you actually drink blood and it's the brain you eat. Along side the fact that blood born deasease is not spreadable through ingestion but open wound contact thus she should be safe thus is only repulsive and not irresponsible.

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>>983469
>>983482
Daemon-1995 is conflicted at whether or not she should check the terminal or the pods. There might be someone else trapped in their pod, but the liklyhood of finding someone in their pod unharmed are beginning to become very slim as she begins to ponder about the terminal. Her friends may very well be dead, and that strikes a bit of anxious dread in her heart. While it is a cynically hardline view on her shipmates, it is probably the more realistic choice.
Decisions, Decisions.

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>>983696
Well with that argument, Daemon can't really argue much.
Daemon drank up the iron enriched blood and ate the brain. The brain belonged to a human, but the graymatter belonged to an otter anthropomorphic. Both satisfy your craving as a predator and a blood-drinking monster.

>>983697
>>983712
Now that our immidiate concerns are dealt with we should search for weapons or items to defend ourselves/continue our predatory hunt and probably check out that console see if we can get a map or some sort of lifeforms scanner.

>>983712
typo: the blood belonged to the human and the graymatter belonged to an anthropomorphic otter

>>983727
Ahh good won't catch that terrible brain born deasease that gives you the shakes then proceeded to erode your frontal lobe

>>983697
Check the pods, it won't take long and we might save a shipmate.

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>>983755
Daemon-1995 peered into Daemon-1996's pod to find it completely filled with blood and scraps of human tissue floats in the water. No body.

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>>983726
In Bay 19, there is nothing but pods and blood. So Daemon-1995 checked the terminal to see if it's still working.

Oh!

It's the AI, Iota9000.

Converse with the Artificial Intelligence?

>>983771
smash the console

>>983762
Are we still hungry or thirsty?

>>983771
Ask it where the other survivors are, for a map, and for access to the armory.

>>983804
>Smash the console
Whoa, I mean, I'm sure you've seen a Space Oddessy and anything with AI on a ship seems bad and all, but do you REALLY want to throw away your best chance at reconnoitering the situation at hand?

>>983771
Ask AI on the status of the ship and crew

>>983771
Hello, it's Daemon-1995. What happened?

>>983820
We change our mind and just insult it

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>>983818
Daemon is satisfied with the chunk of brain and the pint of blood she lapped up. While she feel horribly dirty, she is okay.

>The Terminal.

Before Daemon-1995 has the ability to input a single key, Iota9000 encrpyt itself and demanded a password. So much for the terminal, unless you want to take a crack at guesswork?

>>983839
Huh. Let's try '1995'

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>>983842
Daemon-1995 didn't know why she thought she was in any way important, a rookie important enough to have her own ID number as a password for a terminal?

Nonetheless, she tried it and it's incorrect. There HAS to be a clue, somewhere.

>>983869
Look around the room

>>983869
Try 'T-124'.

>>983869
Try admin password 90% of the time they never change the defaults fuckin scrubs

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>>983884
The room is very small, what you've seen from the previous panels is all there is to the room. The doors are closed and presumably locked.
>>983893
>Input Admin Password
[INVALID]
Daemon-1995 guessed that a spaceship filled with thousands of doctors and millions of military personal, they are competent enough to change the default.
>>983887
[ACCEPTED]
Daemon has access to the Terminal. Iota9000 recognizes Daemon-1995 through a microscopic camera lens, so invasive that it would make Orwell cream his pants in horror.

Converse with Iota9000?

>>983914
>>983821

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>>983935
>Ask for a sitrep
"Iota, what happened to the ship and rest of the lot? It's all gone to bloody hell in here, literally!" rambled Daemon-1995. "What happened to the rest of the crew? What about the officers? Why did you wake me without releasing me?"

Iota9000 calmly lists out the problems with the ship.
"The Officers are dead, Life Support Critical, Crewmen Unaccounted For..."

"Jesus Christ..."

"There is an intruder on deck."

>>983958
Fuck. Do we have access to security cameras? If so, check them for any signs of the intruder.

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>>983982
Daemon-1995 asked if she had access to cameras, which Iota9000 made it very clear that she did not while also making the furry very uncomfortable with the artificial intelligence.

>>983999
Well, there's no point sitting here waiting to starve to death. Can we open that door?

>>983999
Begin running through the various corridors screaming hysterically

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>>984077

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>>984078
Daemon does just that, given as she is possibly the sole survivor and there's an intruder hunting down her and her crewmates down.

>>984116
Do we know our way around this ship? If so, head to the armoury or, failing that, the bridge. If we don't, look for a map of the ship.

>>984116
Calm the fuck down

>>984144
Daemon-1995 is unfamiliar with the ship. Daemons are still like slaves, regardless if they are considered military personal, she would not have access to anywhere in the ship nor would she know where anything in the ship is. A map of the ship may be close, but Daemon-1995 wouldn't hold her breath.

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>>984163
Calming down is perhaps situation management 101. Now that Daemon-1995 is free from the room, she is in a corridor that connects Bay 19 to Bay... 18? She does not know the layout of the ship and that makes finding a map all the more important.

Daemon-1995 stops running and tries to collect her breath, taking long and deep breaths.

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>>984250
There goes the lights to Bay 19, she needs to get moving.

Recommend an action.

>>984263
Curl up in a corner and start crying

>>984263
Be quiet and listen for any noise.

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>>984299
Daemon-1995 is not an emotionally strong person, or furry, and thus tears spring to her eyes in terror.
>>984309
Now Daemon-1995 is certain that she is the sole survivor. The screams of Daemon-1984 is cut off by smashing of his skull. Blood and brains are splattered on the wall and the corridor. It sprays onto Daemon-1995, she places her paws(or hands) onter her muzzle to keep her from crying out.

Whatever killed Daemon-1984 must have heard her hysterical screaming. She is responsible for Daemon-1984's death.

>>984381
Wait for whatever it is to go away. If it sounds like it's coming towards you, run like hell.

>>984381
Stay still

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>>984409
>>984412
There is no exit in the corridor, the power outage had sealed the door leading to Bay (maybe) 18 shut. There is a vent Daemon-1995 can crawl through, but she needs to tear the latch off. By the time she tears it off, whatever... monster that's inside might catch up to her.

Given as Daemons are practically supersoldiers and she bashed in the skull of probably a better trained Daemon than her, Daemon-1995 knows trying to fight will lead to a brutal demise.

Act quickly, the monster is moving to her location.

>>984450
Go for the vent, it's the only chance we have.

>>984461
This

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>>984461
>>984466
Daemon-1995 crawls into the vent just in the nick of time, a ungodly bright tendril had nearly missed her foot. Daemon-1995 crawls feverishly in the vent, it was a straight path.

>>984523
Keep crawling until we see light, or a turning.

>>984523
Wait for the tentacles to re enter the eat it. We have teach and sharp claws. Eat what is strong and we become stronger.

>>984599
Supporting

>>984616
It killed a Daemon much stronger than her, Daemon-1995 is too shaken to attempt to fight the monster, and she is horribly trained and under-experienced. There is no fighting this monster, what does this look like - Rubyquest? Daemon-1995 loses +5 faith in her subconscious.

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>>984657
>>984599
Rodger that, not like she planned on stopping anyways.

Does /qst/ wish to give Daemon-1995 a nickname to go off on or will she keep being referred to as Daemon-1995?

>>984681
We're not fighting I think our conscious misunderstands it's subconscious I'm saying when the tentacles reaches in which we already know the base of cannot enter to bit off a pice not fight eat very different.
>>984698
Bae

>>984698
I'm thinking Liv, as in we want to stay aLIVe.

>>984698
Katia

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>>984727
>>984730
Liv Katia.

well, time to make prequel jokes nonstop, eh?

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>>984706
do you think now is the perfect time to be hitting on our protagonist?

>>984774
Yes yes I do she needs to like herself and have self confidence. So as an aspect of her subconscious I'm putter forward the motion to like ourselves, be confedent. and to be sexually attracted to ourselves

>>984756
Keep moving forward.

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>>984808
Liv Katia kept pressing forward, up until she reached another problem.

>>984875
Read the readme

>>984875
Read the Readme outloud in a British accent

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>>984937
>>984911
"You're not safe yet... cor blimey, I need to get out of here..."

>>984973
Ponder the implications of the message

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>>984984
No need, Liv found out what the message was implying.

>>984973

"9000 any help to kill the intruder? As the only personel/slave in the ship left alive and that?"

>>985024
It's large pink and phallic shaped I see no reason not to embrace our new tentacles lover. Also eat it.

>>985033

It doesn't want sex, it wants to kill and eat us.

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>>985025
The fans started to whirl faster in the direction towards the fans.

>>985041
I mean Did we ask it?

>>985049
Can we not pop out a vent panel and escape?

It's blocking the exit, unless you want death by fan.

>>985049
Fuck it, head to the fans and ask 9000 to stop them so we can pass. Remember the computer that if it doesn't help us then the ship will be lost in space and he will eventually lose power. Worse the alien could sell the ship for parts!

>>985072
We'll shit. Start masterbating convince it to take us as a sexy slave it's our only hope.

>>985115
Try this first tho

>>985097
>>985130
>>985115
1/2

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>>985123
>>985130
>>985138
>>985115

image bugged, disregard last post.

>>985072

Fuck it, head to the fans and ask 9000 to stop them so we can pass. Remember the computer that if it doesn't help us then the ship will be lost in space and he will eventually lose power. Worse the alien could sell the ship for parts!

"Is standar space pirate practice, set an abomination to kill all the crew, then sell the ship. You could end sold by parts or given a makeover and formatted, end replace with a cheap AI..."

>>985148
YEAH EAT IT I NEW YOU COULD DO IT LIV

>>985148
>>985160
Show our dominance eat the part we cut off

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>>985160
>>985150
Liv Katia flings herself over the edge and cat (hilarious) grabbed the ledge awaiting what could be her death.

The fans sucked the tentacle inside and ripped it to shreds, fuchsia blood sprays everywhere in the bottom of the vent. Goodbye Air Conditioning.

>>985183

>>985183
Can we pass now that the fan is dead? And how come the ship automated defences have not killed the abomination yet?

>>985228
they decided the nickname, not me.

Yes, the path is save now. It's a bit goopy, but Liv will manage.

This spaceship is a Carrier, the automatic defenses are on the OUTSIDE of the ship. Any defense to be taken care of INSIDE would have been dealt with by Daemons.

>>985183

Let's continue then and taste test the abomination bits.

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>>985167
as the file name implies.

>>985286
The abomination is not edible let's continue the parh.

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>>985298
>parh
Agreed.

Liv hops down from the vent of death and lands with perfect wolf-cat hybrid ability. Perfect agility, pratically. Never mind that her ankles slightly hurt.

Liv is now in a room she don't recognize. Reconnoiter?

>>985321

Yes.

>>985346
The centerstage door or the right door?

>>985349
9000 aren't you going to help? Or you want space pirates to sell you at a space yard sale?

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>>985449
It seems that 9000 won't be helping Liv any time soon, given that it's being held by one of The Abomination's tentacle.
>inb4 since when can a wall turn into a screen? Welcome to the future baby.

>>985519
That doesn't make any ducking sence! The ship speakers are internal and a tentacle cannot jam a ship computer they are better shielded than that!

Whatever,

>>985449

centerstage door.

>>985519

And 9000 can talk directly into a daemon brain because chip. Unless... they got the cheap ones, right? Fuck.

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>>985530
Unless the Abomination knows to take care of the defenses first and override the main system to temporarily disable Iota9000. I mean, it makes sense for the ship's defenses to be down because The Abomination TOOK it out. The Abomination is not a feral threat, it has logical process.

If any defenses would have worked properly, the entire ship would not been under siege by this monster. It would have been killed before it reached the station.

>>985537

Liv is a rookie, do you really expect the Daemon Regime to supply her to receive such luxury? She got the cheap one.

>>985530
The LED wall dimmed until it completely cleared away. Liv gulped and turned around towards the centerstage room.

It's an infirmary ward. Maybe you can find something worthwhile.

>>985609
Find and use ALL the drugs.

>>985617
At the same time

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>>985636
>>985617
"Uwaa...."

>>985679
Get high as fucc and discover the meaning of your life and the universe.

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>>985884
No. Liv is moving on. The drugs will be kept for later.

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>>985935
Besides, there is no meaning to Liv's life except having boobs and wearing underarmour that's very close to a skinsuit.

There are some painkillers and guaze in the cabinent, would Liv take them for later?

>>985953
Look for something to carry them in, unless we have pockets.

>>985953

Tes and pick a first aid kit.

>>985953
>>985977
>>986003

Are there any upgrades for Daemons? Or something to heal us there that we cannot move? If so let's use it.

>>985977
No pockets, will search for a bag.
>>986003
>Tes
Liv didn't understand what her subconcious wanted from her.
>>986140
/I apologize for the delay, the internet gave way for a few hours.

Daemons are upgradable, actually. If Liv could find a Upgrade Module somewhere, she may be able to upgrade one of the following.

>Perception
>Strength
>Agility
>Intelligence
>Endurance

Should she look further in the Infirmary Ward in hopes of finding something like a upgrade module?

>>986635

Yes.

Upgrade Intelligence, you need that to outsmart the abomination.

And try to find out a portable [FIRST AID KIT]. And a [MEDICAL BAG] to carry the drugs.

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>>986646
Liv looks inside of a closet, not to find an Upgrade Module, but a survivor!

The lights flicker on as backup generators start to do their jobs.

Liv's brain chip detects that the langomorph inside of the closet is medical personal, a registered doctor.

"Oh fuck me," says the rabbit doctor as he stumbles further into the closet. "Look, you can take my credit chip, you can have whatever's in my office, just leave me alone!"

Converse with the doctor?

>>986692
"Look you moron, I am a daemon of this ship like you. An abomination with tentacles has killed everyone else including the combat model daemons. And unless we work together to survive we are next. Do you understand?"

>>986697
Seconding.

>>986697

The doctor seems to have what appears to be an Australian accent.

"Crikey! All of the combat models?" The rabbit doctor scrambles onto the ground to pick up his glasses. "How are you alive then?"

>>986705

"Because I ran away, got inside an air duct and used an air fan to hurt him. You don't know how to make acid or something like that to hurt the monster, do you? Because even if I find another air duct with an active fan, I don't think that thing will fall for the same trick twice."

>>986705
No idea, to be honest: everyone else in the room was turned into red paste. Ask him if he knows where we can get an Upgrade Module and some supplies.

>>986719
>>986725
"Uh... uh..." The doctor stammered, "I'm only a Medic Daemon, sorry, w-what exactly is your ID? Mine is 1241."

It's best advised that Liv has the doctor to trust her, he could have access into rooms that's impervious to Combat Daemons.

>>986727
Tell him 1995, and offer him a hand out of the closet.

>>986727
"Okay I am 1995, call me Liv, so Bob can you upgrade my Intelligence? Is not like being a good fighter will help with that thing. And I could help to upgrade your speed if you tell me how so you can run away faster."

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>>986728
>>986729
Liv tells hum her ID and then proceeds to offer him a hand out of the closet, which he graciously accepted after she spoke the numbers.
"The oxygen got cut off for the inactive daemons?" He rubbed his eyes. "strange indeed."
>>986733
"Liv? Bob?" He repeated, "Uh.. yeah I can... I do have an upgrade module in my Quantum Pocket; but every item is DNA-Coding Locked. You couldn't use it even if I wanted to.... unless..."

>>986737
Unless what? Also, ask him if he has a name he wants us to use as '1241' is a bit of a mouthful.

>>986749
"Unless we can get to my laboratory on the other side of the ship, I can get you a map." The doc' says. "Oh, I never really cared much for nicknames before... I don't really know, I'll just go with whatever you call me."

>>986754

"Then you are Bob. How about making acid to hurt the abomination?"

>>986754

"Hey did you start as a cleaning model, there are a few dangerous things you can make with cleaning supplies... that I know how to do because I been told not to. But if you do it for me I won't be the one doing it, right?"

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>>986761
"Maybe," Bob fumbles with wires as he starts to chew on them nervously. "I can synthesize acid with a pH Scale of of 25, but we'd have to reach the lab. Here's a map, we're in the Sick Bay."
>>986772
"I indeed did..." Bob chews feverishly on the red and blue wires in his hands. "How can I trust that you won't bomb this place and kill us all?"

>>986773

"Or we could go somewhere closer and just mix up cleaning supplies... do you know the codes to quarantine a room? Because right now the only one I remember is how to make lethal gas. Or I guess we could just drop a bottle of pure clorine on the abomination and run. That thing is quite acid while pure. And since this is a med room, there might be a bottle or two hidden somewhere. A lot of
cleaning models hide cleaning supplies in the botton drawers to avoid going to the opposite side of the ship when is a place that's get cleaned regularly."

>Look for a bottle or two of clorine hidden in the sick bay. You know this place gets cleaned everyday and you trust the cleaning models to be lazy asses as usual.

>>986773
Don't be stupid, what good would that do me?

It looks like the lab is on another deck, so let's head to 3 via 8 and 9 and scrounge what we can on the way.

>>986780
>>986781

Fine but look for cleaning supplies first.

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>>986779
>>986780
Liv found a BLEACH. Don't drink it.

To craft a MAKESHIFT LETHAL GAS, you need CHLORINE + VAPORIZER + CONTAINER.
>>986781
"You're the combat model, you lead the way"

>>986785
Alright, take a final look around for a bag and then go through to life support. On the way, ask Bob what he knows about what's happening to the ship, what he was doing before everything went to hell etc.

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>>986789
Liv found a LUNCHBOX, Liv placed her drugs and bandages inside.
>Reconnoiter the information Bob knows
"Well," Bob stops chewing the wire. "The ship just stopped. We're midspace, we should not be stopping. I haven't head word from the Officers or The Admiral. I was taking care of Daemon-1829, he was sick with some sort of virus before the alarms went off. That Abomination you spoke of must have gotten past an airlock, but it was somewhere in upper deck. As soon as it reached our deck, I tried my best to take care of 1829."

Bob grimanced. "He got inside of the Sickbay while I was looking in the closet for a saline packet. I hid inside while that... thing... ate the god damn human like he was paste!"

>>986799

"Bob... I think the abomination might be Daemon-1829, but just in case could you check the two of us for viruses and infections?"

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>>986804
Bob snorted, "that sounds like the antagonist's backstory of a really shitty science fiction horror novel, it has to be more complex than that," Bob grabbed Liv's face by the cheeks and began to examine her mouth. "The virus started in the mouth, however, it wasn't contagious at the moment. It looked like a regular flu."

Liv feels highly uncomfortable.

>>986812
"Oh and I guess you don't think an alien we have no information about doesn't have viruses and pathogens we might be vulnerable to? How did you pass the medical exam? Did they just cram the information in your head and call it done? Did you even read the obligatory first contact guide, specially the part about how do avoid getting sick? Daemons are made to last but there is a big universe out there. I don't want to kill the thing only to die from a supposed common cold days later."

>>986818

Good point, let's avoid a "War Of The Worlds." situation.

>>986818
"That hurt," Bob admitted, checking Liv's lymph nodes. "You don't seem to be affected with any diseases, but you do have gingivitis. When's the last time you flossed?"

>>986825

"Before I was tubed. What part of this is a cargo ship and the company saves as much money as it can on daemons did you forget? Oh and dental hygiene surely had to be my first priority in a life on death situation. Eh... sorry for being rude, I am terrified of the abomination and snark is my copying mechanism.

Ammonia in Windex will be what we need to vaporize the bleach into a noxious gas. We will combine them at the ready and seal ourselves in one of the doors until the effects on the monster are clear. Then we will flush you will manually flush the vents with the backup air filtration system and I will administer the sedatives and throw the creature into a suspended hallucination chamber and flood the chamber with hallucinogens!

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>>986861
>>986855
>>986852
Do you have Alzheimer's or what, i heard you the first time.

Quickly, Bob grabs his medical padded jacket. It offers him +20 ARMOR to his 60 HP.
-
Review of Liv's status:
STATUS: Pure.
HP: 100/100
ARMOR: Daemon Private Underarmor +25
Headwear: None.
-
"You said you wanted to go to Life Support and then the conference room, right?"

>>986863

hallucinogens are an horrible idea with feral creatures but I like the rest of the plan.

>>986863
"Wouldn't that kill any potential non-infected survivors in the ship?!" Bob asked, not liking the plan.

The hallucinagens combined with heavy sedatives will fry whatever brains are left of the Daemon and shut down the nervousyatem hopefully leding to complete organ failure.

>>986865
Yes. Too bad sabotaging life support would kill us too.

>>986870

And if we get in contact with those we are toast, nope not doing that.

The backup air filtration system will filter out any noxious gases present in the chamber.

>>986875
>>986870
"What the actual fuck, we are not doing that!" Sternly said Bob, as if he had authority in the matter against a literal super soldier with nobody to keep her insubordination in check.

We could always sever one of your rabbit feet for good luck.

>>986881

>Hug Bob

"Sorry, but unless you have another way to kill that monster, yes we are doing that."

>>986882
>>986889
>bipolar Liv
"You're completely and morally wrong, but I don't know another alternative..."

>>986889

>Hug Bob

"Yes we are doing that. We have to save the ship and kill the abomination. Who do you think has our kill switches?"

>>986895

"Okay anything else you think we might need before we move to the next room? Like a [First Aid Kit] or one of those portable medical things we probably only have two of in the whole ship because our masters are cheap?"

A pair of furry testicles if I'm gonna go head to head with that thing again. I don't care if it's choking and pumped full of super sedatives the thing int gonna go quietly... A liquid nitrogen fire extinguisher will definitely help cool him down a bit.

>>986896
"The abomination does..."
>>986898
"No, we Doctors have Quantum Pockets, it brings items into a personal fourth dimension. It does have a limit to five items at a time."
>>986902
"I'm sure we'll find one of those around, fire extinguishers are everywhere."

>>986906
"Okay, let's go then."

>>986909
>no pic because stylus is dead.

As Liv and Bob exit the Sickbay to the Life Support Module, the creeping threat of dread hung in the air as they could never shake off the feeling they were being hunted. Bob, as he has no prior training, is audibly chewing wires like no tomorrow (because that is a very real possibility. The moons of Auda Maximus, a nearby planet, reflects the sun's rays and illuminates part of the Life Support room. The Life Support room is ungodly freezing, 10 degrees Fahrenheit.

>>986917

To the next room.

>>986921

Yes, we aren't a winter world model.

Surely the creature won't think we are foolish enough to sabotage the only life support we have. We will make it hard for him so that when it does catch us we will be ready and it won't know what's coming.

>>986925
>>986921
The conference room is a wooden room with a rounded rectangular desk with luxurious seating. Unfortunately, the desk is covered with the blood and heads of the ship's officers arranged as if they were seated on the chair.

"Do you see this, Liv...?"

>>986931
"I see food... just... look the other way while I eat, okay?"

>>986933
"Liz! Those are our officers!"

It's toying with us... We'll teach it to play with its food. I'm going to need you to trust me on this. Cut me.
We will use my blood to lay a trail in which to lead the thing into position.

>>986935
"Not if they are dead. Close your eyes Bob, I am hungry."

>>986938
Nope, don't cut me, that's stupid."

>>986938
"I'm a doctor, I refuse to cause harm"
>>986944
"J-just make it quick..." Bob covers his eyes

It's the only way, it will think I got struck by the fan.

>>986946
"Okay, just hurry up and eat... god damn predators..."

We could use the smallest officers, well what's left of them, by dressing them up in my underarmor and covering them in my blood to mask the scent.

>>986949
"Then you'd be completely naked," A huge blush reared its ugly head on Bob's face.

Rather freezing cold and naked than bashed to death tentacle fucked and eaten.

>>986961
Is this a plot to have our protagonist naked? I can just draw her naked in a noncanon panel if you're that desperate.

Liv stops talking and ignores her very extreme subconscious to enjoy a very refined banquet of her superior's heads with blood. It may be her last supper, but at least she can eat her masters' faces off.

>>986945
>And then the kitty had a feast even if it needed a bit of salt.

>>986949

No!

>>986966
"A-are you done yet?"

>>986968

"Where they hide the napkins? I need to clean myself. And sorry for acting this way, is both instincts, programming and me hating the damn bastards."

That's it! Exclaimed Bob. We shall put the two chemicals into two separate surgical gloves and put them inside the emptied scull! Then when the creature proceeds to crush the scull as it did the others it will pop the two gloves inside causing them to mix and instantly vaporize into noxious gas! But not before raising the temperature of the room to speed up the reaction

>>986968
Yes, we're done. Sorry about that.

This room seems suspicious, lets search it then move on quickly. We need to get to that lab before we can do anything to the abomination.

>>986975
"I agree fully."
>>986972
"My instincts says to run the fuck away from you, as is my right by species, but---
LIV YOU'RE A GENIOUS (copy'd from >>986974)
we shall put the two chemicals into two separate surgical gloves and put them inside the emptied scull! Then when the creature proceeds to crush the scull as it did the others it will pop the two gloves inside causing them to mix and instantly vaporize into noxious gas! But not before raising the temperature of the room to speed up the reaction!"

It must've been the extra brains I had.

Yum.

"Well, now what soldier?"

>>987019
"Let's get the chemicals or the upgrades, whatever is closer."

>>987035
"There's a janitor's closet in the lower deck, we can reach the elevator quickly. My laboratory is on the upper deck... but that exposes us to the Abomination."

Liv considers her options:
1. Take the route to the LOWER DECK, it will decrease the chances of interaction with THe Abomination, but the likelyhood of catching the virus that's infected 1824 is high.

2. Go to the UPPER DECK, where the likelihood of meeting The Abomination is high but the risk of 1824's disease effecting them is significantly lower.

>>987043

"Let's go to the UPPER DECK, but first let's try to look for anything useful here."

>>987050
Would you like Liv and Bob to split up while doing so or stick together?

>>987058
Don't split the party! But the bunny can run away since he has no combat skills.

>>987058
>>987077
Seconded.

>>987058

"Bob if you see the abomination run, I will trow the [Bleach] to distract it, so let me carry that."

>>987086
>>987083
>>987077
Bob forked over the BLEACH to Liv. Liv stuffs it in the last remaining space of her LUNCHBAG.

"Where should we scavenge first?"

>>987092
In here would be a good start, the officers might have had some good stuff on them.

>>987104
There is no body, only the heads of the officers. Liv is still picking the scraps of Lieutenants and Ensigns

>>987104

Yes. Acess keys or maybe a gun or two.

"And what were you saying about this being a cheap horror movie plot? Because it actually seems to be."

> Kiss Bob in the forehead

"Don't worry you are too cute to eat. Plus if the abomination gets you I won't have time to eat you anyway."

>>987110
Any hats? I feel we could use a hat, makes us seem more in charge.

After a final search for anything useful, head for the elevator.

>>987113
Also, don't kiss the bune. He's just been treating an infected patient, and I doubt he had time to sanitise.

>>987128
Fine, no kiss.

Liv found an OFFICER CAP and equips it for +200 Authority!

>>987113
"oh that's comforting," Bob retorted.

Bob found an JUNIOR GRADE OFFICER CAP and equips it for +100 Authority!

>>987134
"Bob call me Mistress now... just kidding, we can save that for later. Is sad we didn't get any acess cards or guns but whatever, let's go to the UPPER DECK."

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>>987145
"L-later?!"
Liv and Bob quickly makes it to the elevator and ascend to the UPPER DECK (yes it has to be typed in caps). The way up, Bob pulls out a rectangle from his Quantum Pocket and powers it on to show the map of the UPPER DECK

>>987141

> Wink at Bob "Let's go JUNIOR "

>>987168
"Okay, any route we can use to go to your LAB that's fast? Is not like avoiding rooms will work with how fast the abomination is."

>Also, the machine shop will act as the laboratory.
>>987171
Bob is visibly fuming but knows he is powerless to stop the constant undermining of his manhood, given that he is clearly the weaker Daemon and Liv's neuron chip is no longer being monitored for insubordination. Bob stays quiet and takes it like a buck.

>>987178
Let's head to the CAPTAIN'S QUARTERS first to gather any access cards or passwords we might need, along with any logs explaining what the fuck happened.

>>987168

"While the living quarters are close that's the place an abomination would go to make a nest plus we don't have access cards or the codes for that anyway. So anything good close by we can actually access? Because if we just run straight away to the LAB that thing will get us."

>>987184

What? We can actually enter there? Does the ship leaves all doors open during an emergency or what?"

>>987184
>>987184
Even if our protagonists could open it, any Daemon brave enough to travel to the THE CAPTAIN'S QUARTERS or anywhere off limits will automatically have their neuron chip detonated in their head with the intensity of the shotgun. So no, they will NOT be going into the CAPTAIN'S QUARTERS any time soon with their neuron chips.

>>987192
>Glares at the GM

"Just say what parts of the ship we can go already with our current access level. Can our bunny boy enter the living quarters if he files a vaccination form or something? Or a surprise medical check up?"

>>987189
It's worth a go. I'd reckon the COMMON AREA or the GALLEY are the most likely to be left unlocked though, so perhaps we should start there.

>>987192
That's what I get for not refreshing. Let's go to the COMMON AREA, that probably won't be locked.

>>987199

GALLEY, common area looks like a place to go for fast food if you are a monster. And bunny boy needs his veggie snacks.

>>987205
And the kitchen will have knifes and cleaning products because A) Is a kitchen and B) Lazy cleaning staff.

>>987205
Good point, and there might also be a knife or something there so the rabbit has something to defend himself with.

>>987198
The rooms you can go with your current access on the UPPER DECK are as follows:
COMMON AREA
LIVING QUARTERS
CARGO HULL
GALLEY
KITCHEN
LAB
anything else will blow your god damn head off.
>>987213
>>987211
So where should Bunnyboy and Catgirl go?

>>987218
GALLEY is a good start.

>>987220
Redundant question, but should the party be split up or stuck together?

>>987220
Yes, time to feed the bunny, get a [KNIFE] and cleaning products.

Plus ya know we could temporarily lock the abomination in the huge fridge, because of course food was gonna be treated better than daemons.

>>987227
Again, the only split will be the bunny boy running away if he sees the monster. So stay together.

>>987218
A GALLEY is a KITCHEN in a ship.

>>987228
Quickly and as silent as they could, they slip into the GALLEY--MESS HALL.

>>987250
Perhaps it's artist oversight with the board. Let's presume that the GALLEY is a mess hall.

>>987264
Yeah let's complete ignore we actually voted to go to a KITCHEN.

>>987275
Well, you can't go into the 8 without going past 7. We were going to end up in 7 either way. Move on to 8 or stay in 7?

>>987275

Not that we can actually go to the kitchen directly... what idiots puts the kitchen in the ship's back anyway? That's one of the places more likely to be hit!

>>987282
Move to 8 all the good stuff is in the kitchen anyway unless the MESS HALL has copses we can loot.

>>987288
A ship with expendable crew-members.
>>987290
There are a few corpses to loot. Loot?

>>987303

>Loot if they are likely to have good stuff if they are other daemons, don't bother.

>>987303
Might as well loot them.

>>987323
We are in a hurry, are there any officers or someone important?

>>987481
>>987318
There are no officers on deck, they are all on the LOWER DECK. Move on to the KITCHEN?

>>987874
Loot the corpses while we're here, then move on.

>>987884
Are you sure? The others have voted to move on if they are just regular ol' daemons. These bodies are comprised of NCOs. Loot still?

>>987937
Well, if I'm outvoted then I'll bow to democracy. Move on.

>>987937
Yeah move on, to the KITCHEN.

>>987956
>>988013
"Haha, guess these guys aren't important enough to munch on?" Bob nervously thought out loud.

The KITCHEN was a lot cleaner than Liv was expecting. She guessed the place would be a complete hog-house given the circumstances. There is a human chef is is impaled by a large kitchen knife, his head is split into two by a butcher knife. The Abomination didn't kill this man, someone else did him in before The Abomination. Tufts of yellow feathers are scattered on the marble ground.

"You know what, I actually knew this guy," Bob grimaced, crestfallen. "He wasn't a Daemon, he volunteered to be head chef. The fool was a klutz, always burning his bloody hand."

>>988305
>Bob get the knife, I will look for cleaning supplies. Oh, also get some food for yourself.

>>988339
Bob is taken aback by Liv's demand. "You can't be serious... you're actually serious... Look, and it may be harder for you Combat Models to understand, but I am not a blooming sociopath - all of my friends are dead, my only ally is a cheeky daemon psycho cat who gives me mixed signals, and we're practically being hunted by the most cliche monster I can think of. I-I just can't!"

>>988371
Liv picks picks the knife, washes it then gives it to Bob handle first.

"That thing tentacles can be cut, it might buy you a second or two. Now, we cannot afford to waste storage space in food, so find something you like around here and eat."

>Glare at Bob "Of course I am giving you mixed signals I am a woman who is in a life or death situation.'

>>988393
Bob has picked up and equipped KITCHEN KNIFE, it adds +20 attack and +500 Survivor's Guilt.
"Alright alright, I'll see if there's anything edible. Try not to... you know... eat him. "

>>988425
"Don't worry, I am satisfied for now."

>Look for useful stuff and cleaning supplies.

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>>988435
Liv found a WINFEX while rummaging through the kitchen. Unfortunately, Liv is out of space in her LUNCHBOX! Remove an item to make space for the WINFEX?

Items in Liv's LUCHBOX:
ROLL OF GAUZE
VARIOUS DRUGS IN A SYRINGE
MAX PAYNE PAINKILLERS

>>988472

Define WINFEX, list stuff in the LUNCHBOX.

>>988481
You forgot the BLEACH.

>>988485

List here --} >>988472

WINFEX: Contains AMMONIA, can be used to make NOXIOUS GAS if mixed with BLEACH and can be crafted into MAKESHIFT LETHAL GAS GRENADE with CHLORINE + VAPORIZER
>>988490
Liv had given Bob the BLEACH when they were in the LOWER DECK. Bob is currently holding the BLEACH in his Quantum Pocket, remember?

>Edit, list is actually here --}>>988481

>>988501
List BOB pocket dimension stuff.

>>988508
Items in BOB Quantum Pocket
BLEACH
CHEWING WIRES
MAP OF THE LOWER DECK
MAP OF THE UPPER DECK
RAINBOW DASH PLUSH TOY

>>988519
"Bob... why do chew wires? Is a bunny thing?"

>>988558
"Is it a cat thing to eat the faces of our officers?" Bob says simply as he tries to find the appetite to eat.

>>988576
>I found WINFEX but my LUNCH BOX is full, do you really need CHEWING WIRES?

>>988618
Bob looked concerned but shook his head truthfully. "I'm guessing everything you have is important?"

Keep the gauze, give to Bob and if necessary get rid of the rainbow plush toy.

>>988980
Bob got rid of the RAINBOW PLUSH TOY and acquired GAUZE. Suddenly, Bob looks -20 Cooler but +2,000,000 more acceptable in society.

>>989316
>Liv store WINFEX, make sure Bob eats some vegetables and let's leave the KITCHEN.

>My little naughty pony, my little naughty pony ahhh...

>>989550
Liv acquired the WINFEX and practically forcefeeds the vegtables to Bob.
"I AM FULLY CAPABLE OF FEEDING MYSEL--MHPH MMPH!!!!"

Now that Bob has been fed, the two protagonists are faced with the option to head back to the GALLEY (MESS HALL) or move to the COMMON AREA.

There is a arrow pointing towards te COMMON AREA, written with fuchsia blood.

>>989579
"Okay.. we got a monster and a serial killer... and I just realized the WINFEX has a VAPORIZER so... stand back.

>Liv tries to make a MAKESHIFT LETHAL GAS GRENADE? Be ready to run back to the GALLEY (MESS HALL) in case she messea up!

>>989621
Success.... in a way.
Instead of a MAKESHIFT GAS GRENADE,
Liv crafts a MAKESHIFT GAS DISPENSER - Now Liv can spray noxious gas in the face of any and every adversary she meets!

>>989642
>Equip MAKESHIFT GAS DISPENSER and head to the COMMON AREA. Liv on the front and Bob on the back.

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>>989697
Liv equps the MAKESHIFT GAS DISPENSER, it adds +10 Attack and 41% Chance to Poison!
(also +400 chances of catching a war crime trial)

>Liv and Bob: Head To The COMMON AREA.

Before Liv and Bob enter the COMMON AREA, they stopped. For a moment, there was a glimpse of a figure wearing an Officer's padded uniform jacket.
The figure's eyes shone momentarily, bright pink-purple. The same color as the Abomination's tendrils.
Bob holds his knife close to his chest, visibly shaking. Liv is barely holding on to her faux confidence facade.
"Come out with your hands on your head!" Liv demanded, her authority boosted with the OFFICER'S CAP.
Instead of compliance, THE HUNTER throws a throwing knife at them. Bob is struck in the thigh and he collapses with a cry in pain.
"A true hunter NEVER surrenders to her PREY..." THE HUNTER chirped, her talons scraping the ground in the COMMON AREA.
Liv had no line of sight with THE HUNTER. Aggrieve THE HUNTER?

>>989821
>Tell Bob to fix his wound. Taunt.

"Oh who is a little pathetic birdie? One who is sick and scared and kills people because no one can sothe his bobos."

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>>989851
"fUUUUUUUCK IT HURTS!" Bob complains as he absconds from the room into the kitchen. There's a trail of red blood as he limps away.

THE HUNTER steps into full view, a meat cleaver in her possession. THE HUNTER's eyes are glowing, literally. Smokey trails travel from them, as if they were on fire.
It seems Liv's taunts had no effect on the crippling psychosis THE HUNTER has.
Liv's neuron chip recognizes THE HUNTER, or HUNTRESS as the threat is a female, as Daemon-1824.
"I am not interested IN you," THE HUNTRESS peers over your shoulder. "I WANT THE RABBIT."

>>98991

>Edits: KITCHEN

>>989912
"The BUNNY is mine, bitch. What are you going to do about that?"

>Gas her when she gets close.

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>>989941
Instead of being aggressive, THE HUNTRESS lobbed a throwing knife at Liv's head. Liv caught the knife in her arm and thankfully it doesn't hit a main artery.
(capitalizing every fourth word to indicate sporadic speech pattern)
"Did you forget THAT I'm also a DAEMON?" THE HUNTRESS reminds Liv, who reels in agonizing pain. "I know all of the TRICKS in the motherfucking BOOK and more! Now move before YOU get slaughtered like THE rest of the OFFICERS."

Liv is damaged, -15 HP!

>>989912
>THE HUNTRESS aimed to main, not to kill. The DAMN BIRD could have killed Bob at any time. Huntress used to care about Bob? Disease makes it rationalise as leaving him for last. Maybe corrupted mating habits? Get her eggs fertilized then kill and eat the rabbit ro satisfy animal instincts?

>Hiss at her, hope that triggers aggression due to instincts. Virus is eating away her mind, a few hours and all rationalisations might be gone?

>Do no eat body, is infected.

>>990026

>Hiss

>Trow GAS DISPENSER near HUNTRESS, pull knife and hit the GAS DISPENSER with it, run the hell away to the KITCHEN.

>>990027
Liv hisses at THE HUNTRESS, THE HUNTRESS squawks primitively back at her. THE HUNTRESS is ENRAGED but does not advance to attack.

Should Liv move in to aggrieve THE HUNTRESS or stand her ground for THE HUNTRESS's move?

>>990050
Pulling the knife out of Liv's arm will subject her to a status of BLDNG (bleeding), are you absolutely sure you wish to pull out the knife?

>>990059

Depends, can we throw the GAS DISPENSER hard enough to break it? And how many knifes does the BIRD have left?

>>990059
>Lick your lips, look at the bird with fake hunger. What the manuals never tell is how much a daemon is influenced by what animal they were made of. Virus encourages aggression, virus encourages use of instints. Subject still has enough of mind left to think.

"Why didn't you eat them? All that meat wasted."

>>990085
I'd be very surprised if a rookie, fresh out of training would be able to pull off a move like that. Even if she does hit it, Liv is untrained with throwing knives so she won't be able to hit it very hard.

With Liv's CAT EYES, she spots that THE HUNTRESS has one more knife to throw. THE HUNTRESS will advance and initiate a close quarters fight with her MEAT CLEAVER.

Either Liv absconds from the altercation or she forces the fight to become close quarters.
>>990103
This successfully tricks THE HUNTRESS into advancing onto Liv, ready to swing her CLEAVER to slice off Liv's head.

>>990111
>Throw the GAS DISPENSER to the BIRD face, hope her trained reflexes react faster than her rational mind and she cuts it, run away to the KITCHEN after making the throw, that gas is dangerous!

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>>990123
SUCCESS! THE MAKESHIFT GAS DISPENSER was cut perfectly and it blinded THE HUNTER with noxious and poisonous gas! Unfortunately, that was perhaps your only weapon against The Abomination.

With the angle of the strike and some pretty harsh luck, the CLEAVER strikes one of Liv's ears and it becomes nicked. -5 Damage! Liv absconds from THE HUNTRESS, whom is now screeching in an enraged trance. It swings its CLEAVER everywhere.

However, it does not seem to be poisoning the BIRD. It only took her sight.

Reaching the KITCHEN, Bob is mending to his wounds carefully before acknowledging Liv. "Crickey, Liv! Your right ear! Did she bite you?!"

>>990176

Are you saying that she got all the gas in her face and she still has a face to start with?

>>990176
"She used a knife, can you patch me up?"

>>990203
Yes, the virus has mutated THE HUNTRESS to be resistant to chemical damage to her feathers and skin. The only things affected was her eyes, which has completely fried. THE HUNTRESS is blind now.
>>990216
"Sure thing, but that wound is deep. You'll still bleed a lot of blood with the [gauze], is there anything we can use to burn it shut?"

>>990246
"We are in a KITCHEN, what do you think? Would the electric stove work?"

>>990246

"Or a water heater?"

>>990252
"Don't be ridicoulous!" Bob finished wrapping his thigh to. The knife that had struck him is on the ground along with his blood. "That amount of pain will put you into shock!"

Liv pulls out the knife from her arm and lets it drop to the ground with a loud metal 'clink!'. Bob gets the impression that she probably doesn't care.