I've realised something. We never established Collins' name and gender, all thanks to English language ambiguity of such matters.

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Your name is Collins. Director Collins, sitting in the board of the Cascadia Railroads, a recently started railway company within the Republic of Cascadia. You're in the board on the behalf of Cascadia Farm Co-Operative, a co-op of farmers and agriculture industries, making sure that all the rural communities can benefit on mass transportation and all the farmers are making pretty penny in the process.
Cascadia Railroads is a joint-venture between the Republic of Cascadia and various parties. So far, the company has but a single line, connecting cities of New Salem and Eugene, while stations are being established in Halsey and Lebanon. Besides having CFC in the board, there are also representatives of other prominent companies and organisations within the Republic: Military-Industrial Complex (MIC), The Confederation of Native People of Oregon and also workers of the Cascadia Railroads itself. There is also an envoy of sorts from far-away city of Roseburg, keeping an eye on the railway as Roseburg is trying to join the Republic of Cascadia. But most board members are private investors, looking for their own, often petty, profit.

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Cascadia Railroads only has three working steam locomotives and suffers from a permanent shortage of rails. The Republic can only support a very small amount of tracks each year, but also promises with a special bill an additional grant of tracks, if large quotas of various goods are being transported.
After series of board meetings and planning with CFC, COllins presented a special plan for freighting goods between existing and planned stations. While prohibitively expensive, once fully implemented, the plan will allow the company to both recover financially and secure a substantial grant of rails from the government. The plan also provides a connection to the city of Albany.
Beyond management, Collins also made handful of new acquaintances and learned details about the extremely strained situation of the Railroads' workshop due to material shortages. During a lunch with Weaver, Roseburg's representative in the board, Collins also knows about the on-going accession deal between the city and Republic, which will push border far south.
For the next few days, there will be no board meetings, leaving Collins with a lot of free time. Time currently used to make further acquaintance with a shady investors taking part in the company by the name of Jack Carter.

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Cascadia Railroads situation
https://pastebin.com/JvNxtkjf

Characteristics of stations
https://pastebin.com/0Fyxa863

Board members & their shares
https://pastebin.com/cBc9bcHt

>>3776109
>Personal inventory:
Up-to-date list of issues from New Salem's railroad workshop

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>Acquaintances
Jim Baker, a CFC contact (+++++++++)
Railway engineers (+)
Wright of Roseburg (+)

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>Pending
Baker's report on fellow board members

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>Lore bits
Rail Provision Bill
Agriculture Support Clause
Issues with the wool shipments
Blue Hounds mercenary company
CFC backstory
Roseburg's attempts to join the Republic of Cascadia
MIC and Confederation's strained relationship

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>Rail Provision Act & Agriculture Support Clause
https://pastebin.com/1tWUAGEt

>>3775707
>>3775792
>>3775931
>Complain about lack of customers for wool

- I might heard a thing or two... but it's all pretty much hearsay and tall stories. There is however something that I've got as a confirmed and verified information.
You are trying to pump up his expectations, knowing the information you are willing to share might be completely out of the sphere of interest of Carter. Still, at least you will be honest and won't sell anything confidential.
- Part of the Agriculture Support Clause, the bill providing Cascadia Railroads with track stipend? - You lean a bit closer - It's impossible to fulfill.
- How's that? Some unrealistic quotas? - Jack seems to take the bait
- Flat-out impossible to meet. Back when it was still negotiated, the governmental side offered a gracious stipend for wool freight. Doesn't spoil, easy to transport, everyone is having their own small herd, so an obvious choice. Thing is, there is not a single place within the Republic that could accept the amount required for even the bare-bones rail grant. CFC already checked about it. Feels like being cheated out of the prize.
Not all of this is true and not everything happend as you've stated. For starters, it was CFC pushing for a wool freight, not the other way around. But the bald man doesn't seem to care much about truth, instead focusing on practical side of informations.
- Not a single workshop? There must be somewhere... What about Woodburn?
He definitely took the bait. You shake your head.
- If we ship out a car or maybe two a year, it could work. But we need to send out 25 for a single mile. Nearest mill with the capacity is the one in Wickiup, where sheeps were traditionally herded.
- Yeah, on the other side of the Cascades - He already know where this is heading - So no way to make the wool shipments stick?
- Not a single place of what I or CFC would know - You say it as if it was some sort of secret. A secret that anyone with spare time and short visit to CFC information desk can learn - That's the reason why wool isn't even included in the plan I've made for cargo freight.
- Interesting - Carter rubs his dome - Assuming, purely theoretically, we could reach Wickiup, would it be even profitable to carry the wool over the mountains?
- I honestly doubt it. It's far away, so rail could speed things up, but considering most shepherds are herding their stock there anyway after the season - You shrug - But it's so far away, it's a theory anyway.

>>3776111
- Shame. Especially given MIC will be pushing in the exact opposite direction with new tracks. And our Roseburg belle is probably going to be pissed about it. Because rumour has it, Siletz salvaged some time ago a bunch of loading machines and managed to make them operational. But they can't get access to quality and quantity of raw imput, especially nitrates. MIC supposedly showered the reservation with money and promises and they've eventually agreed to lease the machinery, as long as employment and management stays local and they get a fee from selling.
- Let me get this straight. Siletz reservation and MIC are going to produce ammunition together, on the conditions dictated by the elders of the reservation?
- Yup.

>Laugh at the notion. There is no way any reservation would ever allow MIC to set up business inside.
>Laugh at the notion. There is no way MIC is going to keep their side of the bargain.
>Laugh at the notion. It's so far away, MIC won't get rail there in less than few years
>Laugh at the notion. There is just no way any of this could be real.
>Try not to laugh, while pointing out various problems and flaws of the whole thing.
>Other [Write-in]

>>3776113
>Other: Wonder why the fuck does MIC need so much ammo that they are willing to work on the reservation's conditions. Who will they shoot?

>Try not to laugh, while pointing out various problems and flaws of the whole thing.
That sounds.....highly out of character for both of them. Either the pigs have flown, someone's had a bit too much to drink, or something very suspicious is afoot.

By the way, the previous thread has not been archived yet. Do you want to do it, or should I?

>>3776119
I have no clue whatsoever how to use sup/tg/, so I would be really glad if you archive it.

>>3776126
Oh, great, the IP changed right fucking now, robbing me from editorial options from the very start.

All right, that's it. I should stop fucking trying to archive things. Now I've gone and archived THIS thread under #1. I'll redo it properly, but this isn't the first time I've fucked up and it makes me seriously question whether I should be doing this.

>>3776113
>>Try not to laugh, while pointing out various problems and flaws of the whole thing.

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>>3776134
If it helps, I can't use sup/tg/ at all and it always confuses the shit out of me. I'm more of a Moe's guy

All right, last thread archived under http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/3739999/. This thread is under http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/3776105 and will update as the thread goes on. I had to shift the numbers back one to keep them sequential, so this thread is #1 and previous is #0. And another lesson learned.

I will lump-in the [Other], since it's close enough

>>3776118
>>3776119
>>3776136
>Try not to laugh, while pointing out various problems and flaws of the whole thing.

You make a pause, struggling not to laugh. You still grin and chuckle and Carter joins in.
- I know, right? Completely ridiculous. But that's how the rumour goes.
- Must admit, that's some quality story, Jack. From the very top of my head, MIC is prohibited by law from operating inside reservations. And they aren't welcomed inside, either. And pushing so far away with rail, while I can't recall if there is a hundred souls living there? We aren't even planning getting to Corvallis yet, not to mention going to the sea-shore. If we were talking about port or something like that, then sure, I'd buy this. But MIC making bullets with the blessing of a chief? Come on, Jack, what other funny stories you want to tell me?
- I'm just saying MIC is going to push in that direction. Not today and probably not even this year, but they will aim to get there.
You shake your head with disbelief.
- Even if we assume half of the story is real, there is a simple question. What would MIC do with all that ammunition? The Republic is planning on waging some new war? Or maybe another counter-raider operation?
The bald man just shrugs, spreading his arms
- None that I know about.
- I get it, the base in Albany is always in short supply of everything, but it's not justifying a multi-million dollars spending to connect a far-away reservation based on assumption they've got all the tooling and machinery for mass-producing ammunition. It would be easier to just move the machines to some better spot, even if using mules. Or some tugboat and circle over sea to Salem.
- What about Oakridge? - Carter asks suddenly, but all you can give back is a confused look - The gun assembling plant. Jewel in the crown of MIC.
- More like large gun repair workshop
- No difference to me - The bald man just shrugs dismissively, going for different point - The important bit is they've stayed there with the machines.
- They've stayed, because the locals were packing more artillery than rest of the Republic combined. And they still would probably shot anyone even suggesting moving their "factory" somewhere else.
You've tried making CFC business in Oakridge once. Once and never again. An armed posse chasing you out of the town thanks to a minor misunderstanding left a rather... bitter impression on you.
- Maybe it's the same here.
- Maybe - You reply - Or maybe it's all just rumours.
- Probably. But when guns and MIC come in single sentence, it usually means business. They live up to their name, just like your co-op lives to its own... Another one?
You hesitate

>>3776191
>Keep nagging about the shop, maybe Carter has things you need or know people who have
>Dig deeper into the bald man, trying to figure out who he really is and what's his angle
>Exchange another gossip, since you still know about few other things
>Just stay for the drink, ignore business and simply talk [Roll 1d100 when picking this option]
>Try to wiggle out of this meeting, before you end up tangled in something illegal
>Other [Write-in]

>>3776192
>>Keep nagging about the shop, maybe Carter has things you need or know people who have

>>3776192
>Dig deeper into the bald man, trying to figure out who he really is and what's his angle

>>3776192
>Dig deeper into the bald man, trying to figure out who he really is and what's his angle

>>3776192
>>Dig deeper into the bald man, trying to figure out who he really is and what's his angle

>>3776192
>Just stay for the drink, ignore business and simply talk

Rolled 67, 10, 28 = 105 (3d100)

>>3776328
>>3776636
>>3776648
>Dig deeper into the bald man, trying to figure out who he really is and what's his angle

- Sure - You put your glass back on the desk and wait until it's handled back to you - To new friendship
- So you've changed your mind after all - Carter lifts his glass with a smile - To new friendship. Let it be long and fruitful.
You take a small sip and just put the glass aside
- An import shop, a seat in the board... I must say, you are a man of many talents, Jack.
- Nothing special. You should see the things I did in my youth. I've made and lost ten different fortunes. Not all of them exactly legal - He winks at you. As if his current business was squeeky clean - But with this rail of ours, I think the fortune will never turn away from me.
- How's that? The railroad is barely picking up.
- Yes, but that's meaningless. The important part is that it exists. The sheer idea of it puts... cerain people in to the stage of frenzy. About new prospects. Or about incoming doom. You know Wellington Brothers decided to sell their entire coach business on the sole premise of rail putting them out of service? Last time I've heard, they've sunk all that money into shares, buying at the peak of the price spike and ending up at 1.9% stake. Imagine how they must feel about it - While his voice has a vibe of compassion, his face is cheerful and content. What was that German word? You can't recall, but it would sum up his attitude perfectly - So as you can see, this rail isn't just sunshine and rainbows. But the important element is to know how to use it for an advantage, either public or personal
- Why not both?
You ask, but Carter gives you a strange look. Then laughs and takes a gulp from his glass. He puts it down, still laughing, but eventually stops and asks confused
- You're joking, right? - He's in the same time amused and confused - You never mix those two, as nothing good comes from it - He rises your hand, silencing you as you were to reply - A! I know what you want to say. Something grand and round-sounding about the co-operative. Your co-op is nothing more than an anomaly, an exception that simply proves the rule. And as much as I would like to have your youthful idealism, making serious business requires to drop few pegs on idealism scale and get real instead. Today we're both talking shit about MIC, but if tomorrow they are going to be our main contractor and pony up all the important expenses, I'm sure as hell not going to keep bad-mouthing them.
- Even if you dislike them? - You already know the answer, but this way you can keep him occupied
- I don't care about them. Or just about everyone else

>Keep this conversation up, diving into personal stuff [Roll 1d100 when picking this option]
>Change the subject toward more business-inclined matters [Roll 1d100 when picking this option]
>You've got enough cut-throat cynicism for today, time to leave
>Other [Write-in]

>>3776687
>You've got enough cut-throat cynicism for today, time to leave

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>3776687
>Change the subject toward more business-inclined matters [Roll 1d100 when picking this option]

>>3776687
>>You've got enough cut-throat cynicism for today, time to leave

>>3776687
>You've got enough cut-throat cynicism for today, time to leave
What a slimy fucking guy

>>3776755
>>3777999
>>3778037
>You've got enough cut-throat cynicism for today, time to leave

You really, really try to endure this slimeball, but enough is enough. There is just no way you could keep hiding your disgust anymore. There is still a chance you can make this smooth, though. You force a smile and try to not make it look forced.
- It's been a pleasant talk and a nice exchange of news, Jack, but I still have other matters for today...
- You're leaving already? But we barely opened the bottle!
- I've got an appointed meeting in CFC office today and then I've been asked by Tom Wilson from engineering to check on workshop...
You want to bite your tongue with the last information, but it's too late. You curse yourself, as Carter instantly picks up.
- Is there something wrong with the workshop?
- No, nothing - You lie quickly - It's about the construction of the new lines and depot. He wants to discuss the matter of payments and all that budgetary stuff, since his guys aren't working for free after all
You still feel like you've told too much and too direct, but at least you avoided babbling about the massive shortages the workshop is facing. Something tells you Jack Carter is the very last person that should know about those. He nods his head, pondering on what you've told him already. Shit. Fuck. You just hope he won't start snooping around. Because something tells you Custom Office's visit to the workshops and seizing of all the equipment obtained from Carter & Imports would be the least of the worries for Cascadia Railroads.
- So... until our next visit - He lifts his glass and force another toast - For good business
- For good business
You take a large gulp, not to honour the toast, but to wash the imaginative taste of bile you can feel by sheer presence of the bald man. You bid your farewell and allow him to be walked out from the back of the shop. You nod to the shop assistant, take the last long look at the shop and leave. You promise yourself not to return here without a serious reason to.
And while you've made up all this stuff solely to get out from the increasingly uncomfortable meeting, you still have the rest of the day ahead of you

>Take a stroll around the port and docks, see if you aren't followed now
>Go visit CFC office for real
>Go visit workshops for real
>Go for a visit to Miller and excuse yourself for yesterday
>Try to get in touch with any other board member [Write-in who]
>Other [Write-in]

>>3778099
>>Take a stroll around the port and docks, see if you aren't followed now

>>3778099
>Go visit CFC office for real

>>3778099
>Take a stroll around the port and docks, see if you aren't followed now

>>3778099
>Go visit workshops for real

Rolled 92, 73, 66 = 231 (3d100)

>>3778100
>>3778126
>Take a stroll around the port and docks, see if you aren't followed now

You leave the shop behind and continue toward center of New Salem. However, as you are walking, you can't shake the feeling someone's gaze is leaning on your back. You stand still and look around. It's probably nothing more than just paranoia caused by having too long tongue in front of the bald slimeball, but you decide to be safe than sorry. With so much time in your hand, you can always afford simply walking around, even if just for leisure.
Besides, it's been a while since you've been in the docks. Things changed a bit since your last visit. Additional crane is set up in the port, the main road got paved and somewhere between those additions, floozies disappeared. THe place generally looks cleaner than you remember. And much more crowded, since you have to regularly side-step various people and teamsters. Business seems booming. And with rail connecting Salem with other parts of the Republic, things will only get better.
You walk directly toward the wharf to see if it would be maybe even possible to get a direct rail connection up there. You are no engineer, but it would obviously help a great lot if the port had a link with railroad. You walk around and try to approximate the best spot, but it shouldn't be hard. The quay seems, at least for you, wide enough to accomodate a train.
But before you start to overburden yourself with finding a way through Salem's city center to lay down tracks, you feel that looming gaze once again on you. It's no paranoia. Someone is really following you. Before you can spot the eye, he or she blends in with the crowd. You stand still again, right in the middle of the road

>Get into the crowd, lose the bastard [Roll 1d100 when picking this option]
>Get into a side-alley and ambush the bastard [Roll 1d100 when picking this option]
>Get inside a tavern and ask for help with the bastard >Get into a tight spot and ambush the bastard [Roll 1d100 when picking this option]
>Get inside master office and wait inside for the bastard [Roll 1d100 when picking this option]
>Get nearest patrol of MIC guards to help you with the bastard [Roll 1d100 when picking this option]
>Get moving and simply try outrun the bastard [Roll 1d100 when picking this option]
>Other [Write-in, probably also roll 1d100]

>>3778764
>Still fucked-up
I'm not going to re-upload it 3rd time, just ignore the error in options to pick from

>>3778764
>Other
Meander down some of the less busy side streets, not a dead end alley but streets that still have some people around with a thin enough crowd to make a persistent tail stick out immensely. Also procure a frying pan or other innocuous item that can be used as an improvised weapon if needed along the way.

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>3778764
>Get into the crowd, lose the bastard

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>3778764
>Get into the crowd, lose the bastard [Roll 1d100 when picking this option]

Important note. I still have severe conjunctivitis (assuming this is still just conjunctivitis) and got only one eye functional right now. This does affect how much I can write and how long it takes. Already tried dictating to my wife, not gonna work.
So, the quest goes on, just please take into consideration I'm in no fucking shape to provide quality updates. And shortish, simply updates are still better than no updates at all.

>>3779948
don't feel like you need to work too much. Better to be healthy and delay, than to be sick and miserable while doing for us.

>>3779952
... I'm an one-eyed bandit since last Thursday. That's also the reason why you were getting updates in my working hours, as I'm on medical leave.
It's simply not getting much better since then. And I might be one-eyed bandit, but I can still see how it affects my performance, so better to inform about the reason than not. Better for morale

>>3779948
Damn, there's some kind of QM disease going round. They're all off sick.

>>3778833
>>3778909
>Get into the crowd, lose the bastard

You've look once more. You count your chances. You have no idea who is following you and if it really might be someone send by Carter. And you don't feel up to task of overpowering the spy nor know anyone around that could help you with the task. But whoever is following you and for whatever reason, will obviously have a hard time to keep up with you if you stop avoiding the various gatherings and crowds and instead get head-on into them.
For the next half hour, you walk at high pace around the docks, always aiming for the biggest group of people you can spot and doing your best to always stay within the crowd, never moving alone. Few times you get a glympse of someone rushing behind you to get closer, but you never get any good look toward your follower. And eventually, after lots of circling, you get yourself out of the port. You enter one of the coaching inns located between the port and Salem proper, but nobody enters after you for a while and you also can't see anyone looking for you on the outside. Whoever it was, you managed to shake off your tail, but this leaves you with a lot of unasnwered questions about the identity and goals of the person spying on you.
You order a drink and spend some time more inside, but still no trace of your tail.
- Waiting for someone? - The bartender asks, noticing your constant glances to the front and through the small window
- Yes, but I doubt they will show up.

>Stick around some more, maybe have another shot
>Ask if you can use the back door for your departure [Roll 1d100 when picking this option]
>Leave and head toward sheriff's office
>Leave and head toward home
>Leave and head toward CFC offices
>Leave and head toward workshops
>Other [Write-in]

>>3780042
>Leave and head toward workshops

>>3780042
>>Leave and head toward workshops

So I've looked up other quests, especially those I consider personally good and well-run and realised I need to stop pussying around with updates and waiting for more votes. Especially when I have time to make an update and there is two people voting on the same thing already.
Thus...

>>3780058
>>3780084
>Leave and head toward workshops

You leave without finishing your drink. Already enough time today was spend on leisure and unpleasant meetings. As you march right toward the railway station, nobody seems to be following you. Either you've lost your tail for good, or the spy is making much better job right now. Ultimately, you reach the station building unmolested. As you walk through it, you take few glances around. The queque for tickets still stands, despite it being a reservation for more than three weeks in advance. The diner seems to be full, but you can't be sure if that's due to prices, general interest in the railroad or simply because food is good.
As you pass the station, you walk to a fenced area. You flash your identity card to a guard - different on than the first day, who seems to easily recognise you even without the card - and get pass into the "Staff Only" area. Come to think about it, it's a good thing someone set up guard posts around the station and railroad facilities. As you pass him, you decide to not inform about being followed earlier - anyone not allowed to get here will be simply stopped and anyone allowed to enter will quickly expose themselves.
Ultimately you head straight toward the workshop. You can hear from afar the mechanics inside are working on something, so it's no surprise to you when you see them all busy with work on what looks like half-finished passenger car. What does surprise you is Tom Wilson being among working men, in a greasy jumper, tooling around what you assume must be a set of leaf springs for the suspension. In surrounding clamour, you easily sneak up inside the building and only there announce your presence
- Howdy! - You outshout the hammering and grinding.
Few heads are lifted toward you, but the guys from the shop quickly recognise your face. Ellis, one of the foremen, gets away from his task, rubbing his hands into a piece of rag, then shakes a hand with you.
- Well, well, well, this place is teaming with the board members today... Came to help or just talk?
The presence of Wilson intimidates you, but also provides the right type of encouragement.
- I don't know much about machines, but I can still help around - Then you quickly add - Of course with a bit of supervision.
- A humble one, that's rare... You should get yourself some working clothes from out there - He points toward what you remember as the locker room from your previous visit - Unless you plan to ruin those fancy dudes.

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Finding a right photo while half-blind is a fantastic adventure

>>3780248
While your clothes are far from fancy or even official, they still obviously don't belong to a workshop. You find yourself overalls that look about your size. They have a strong smell of machine lubricant and rust dust, but you're going to work here, not participate in a banquet. Still, a set of new work-clothes for everyone in the shop would definitely be a nice thing. After getting back to the main hall, you're greeted with cat-calls and mocked standing ovation, as almost everyone is waiting for your return. The mechanics seem to be enjoying this.
- All right, all right, that's enough... We've got work to do - Ellis sends everyone back to their stations, then calls you closer with a friendly smile - So, any kind of experience that you can lend to us, Director?

>Nothing really, you just run a dairy farm and then moved to CFC business, but you aren't afraid of work
>You still should remember a thing or two about basic carpentry, if that's needed
>You've fixed a milking machine... once... by trial and error... and chance
>Boast about repairing horse carriage suspensions, so you can both help with work and get to Wilson, too
>Other [Write-in]

>>3780259
>>Nothing really, you just run a dairy farm and then moved to CFC business, but you aren't afraid of work.

>>3780259
>Nothing really, you just run a dairy farm and then moved to CFC business, but you aren't afraid of work
There will always be things to do that don't need specialist training for. And if they want to show us how to do something, all the better.

>>3780259
>You still should remember a thing or two about basic carpentry, if that's needed

>>3780260
>>3780273
>Nothing really, you just run a dairy farm and then moved to CFC business, but you aren't afraid of work

No point dancing around it - you are no machinist.
- I honestly doubt my experience around cows is going to be of much use here. But I have a pair of hands. And I'm pretty sure Tom already informed everyone about our shoestring budget.
- Yeah. So much for asking for proper showers - He grimaces
- So... what's to be done?
- Let me think - But rather than thinking, Ellis grabs your hands and looks closely at them. He finds few old calluses - Nothing to be ashamed of. At least not here. But machines are still out of question, for safety measures. Here...
He pulls a wooden toolbox and digs out a claw hammer. Then points out toward the group of people working on what will be soon floor of the car.
- Get to them, ask about the correct spacing and help them with nailing down planks. This is going to be a passenger car, so it has to be done nice and clean.
- Ye'sir
You give him a mock salute and walk toward the group you've been pointed at. With a little help, you climb on top of the car's bed. The metal beams are clearly hand-crafted, probably from different pieces of steel scrap. If that's even steel. But it still looks sturdy enough for a layman like you.
As you explain your task and role to the group busy with hammering, they at first take it for a joke. Then feel intimidated by your presence. Ultimately however you know they don't mind your presence nor give you any slack - otherwise you wouldn't be scolded for nailing one of the boards at an angle and forcing a tear-up. There isn't much to learn from this task, aside maybe some serious precision in menial job. But at least each 5th nail, you can get back to the conversation, before at 8th nail you refill your mouth with another set of nails. You get familiar with those people as much as the time allows, but mostly just nudge them about their particular needs when they finally get adjusted to the concept of working hand-to-hand with a board member. Another set of things that could be done in the workshop to make it more smooth and comfortable to work in.
After the floor is done, you help around setting up beams for the walls, when a steam whistle stops everyone dead. You look confused, as everyone just puts down their tools
- Break. What, you were thinking we only stop working when someone shows up with gifts? - One of the men you've been working with playfully nudges your shoulder, then helps you get off the car's bed.
You check the old clock on the wall and blink in confusion. Somehow, it's already afternoon. And you haven't eaten since morning.

>>3780425
>Clean yourself, dress up and get out for a bite
>Go out in your working clothes for a bite
>Offer a bite to the group you've been working with
>Stick around, even if hungry, to talk some more with mechanics
>Locate Wilson specifically and ask him for a shared meal outside
>Call it a day, clean yourself and walk out of the workshop
>Other [Write-in]

>>3780429
>>Clean yourself, dress up and get out for a bite

>>3780429
>Clean yourself, dress up and get out for a bite
Never pass up a break.

>>3780429
>Locate Wilson specifically and ask him for a shared meal outside

I'm terribly, terribly sorry for lack of updates for past day. I've just came back from the hospital (I'm fine), will work on update immediately.

Things I've learned today: Americans eat hash browns for breakfast. Like what the hell?!

>>3780459
>>3780529
>Clean yourself, dress up and get out for a bite

As far as you can see, most people in the workshop just go back to locker room and dig into whatever they've brought, finding a place to sit down all around the shed. Come to think about it, not a single one of them complained about lack of ever a bench to sit down during a break.
But they did mentioned lack of shower. All you've got to use is an old water faucet, connected to a large, yellowed water container, sitting up on a rusted scaffolding. Considering situation within the Republic, that's not so bad. Considering most of New Salem has running water for few decades... You clean yourself the best you could, thanking your luck you didn't end up with any really messy job. Then you change back to your original clothes. As you march through the hall, Julio, other foremen, side-steps you. He doesn't stop you, just slows you down.
- You're leaving already?
- Just going for a break. I don't carry around a lunch box, you know. I'll be back soon.
The only place you can realistically stop for something to eat and return in meaningful time is the diner within the railway station. Guess it's time to finally find out what makes it such busy place. Despite not being exactly time for serving lunch nor dinner, the joint is still almost full. The table on the side, where station and railroad employees are given priority is already taken and people sitting by it appear to be just random patrons.
You check the menu, written with chalk on the wall above the counter. Prices look reasonable, but the variety is clearly lacking.
- How can I serve you? - A young girl standing behind the tall table asks you. Then she starts to look carefully at you - Have we met before?
- I don't think so... How's the stew?
- Already eaten, sorry.
You lean above to check the menu again
- Potato pancakes?
- One or two servings?
- One - You say after a moment of hesitation. You pat the counter in front of you - Any problem if I sit and stay here?
- None at all, we are having a full house anyway.
As you wait for your order, you are still served a cup of clean, cold water. The cup is made out of simple terracotta and what you can see around, so is all the tableware. It ain't the Grand, but it also feels more natural. You kill time, looking around, then notice familiar face in the crowd. Well, in lack of crowd. The Vice Junior is sitting next to a window, with the whole table taken by him and some fat guy in a worn-down suit, as they are both eating steak, talking about something and laughing regularly.

>Avoid eye-contact and generally ignore the presence of the young hot-shot
>Wave to the Kid, but do nothing beyond that
>Get to their table and ask if you can join
>Ask the gal at the counter if she knows who those men are
>Other [Write-in]

>>3782135
>>Ask the gal at the counter if she knows who those men are

>>3782135
>Ask the gal at the counter if she knows who those men are
Remember we are still expected back at the workshop and getting wrapped up in conversation and forgetting to go back would probably rather annoy them.

>>3782135
>Ask the gal at the counter if she knows who those men are

>>3782159
>>3782213
>>3782274
>Ask the gal at the counter if she knows who those men are

- Excuse me...
As you gain attention from the girl behind the counter, you notice she's even wearing a tag. It's just a small piece of wood with letters burned in it, but it's a nice touch.
- Annie, do you by chance know who is this youmg man sitting in that table? And his stocky companion?
You just nod toward the window table, sitting with your back to it. You don't really need to look in the direction. Annie takes a good look toward the duo, then smiles.
- I can't tell who the older one is, but that young gentleman - You almost wince when the Kid is called "gentleman" - would be Thomas Lindholm Junior.
You almost spit your water. First you look at her, then at the table, then once again at her.
- That's Thomas Lindholm's son? - The information takes you by surprise - The Thomas Lindholm?
You were expecting many sources of wealth from the hot-shot, but being son of one of the most prominent mountain men and then caravan runners in not just Republic, but all of Oregon is a bit too much. Especially since the kid looks and acts nothing like his old man.
- One and the same. And he's working for the railroad now. Supposedly against the will of his father.
- Now I'll be damned... - You are still in a bit of a stupor - Thomas Lindholm. Having a son. And that son is sitting there.
- Would you like to be introduced? - The gal kindly offers
- No, no, no! - You quickly decline - No real need for it. He's obviously busy with his friend. I'll just have my cakes in peace and not bother anyone.
You calmly wait for your food, only from time to time looking back toward the window. At some point Porky finishes his meal, talks for a while with Junior - so he really is Junior - and leaves the diner. As you escort him discreetly with your gaze toward the doors, a plate with six potato pancakes is put in front of you.
- Here you go, potato pancakes, single serving... Hey wait a minute! I do know you! - Annie suddenly spots a wide smile - You're from CFC! Talked my father into raising money with our neighbours to buy reaper together. Thank you! - She suddenly leaps from behind the counter and hugs you - You can't even imagine how I always hated harvest season as a kid.
- Always glad to help... - You say, while catching your breath

>Keep up the friendly conversation
>Make sure you aren't in the center of attention
>Just eat your food without saying much
>Point out how the rail now brought you all together once more
>Other [Write-in]

>>3782422
>Keep up the friendly conversation

>>3782422
>Make sure you aren't in the center of attention

>>3782422

>Point out how the rail now brought you all together once more

>>3782422
>Keep up the friendly conversation

>>3782422
>>Keep up the friendly conversation

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>>3783145
Oh, new, named and GM face!

>>3782463
>>3783277
>>3783279
>Keep up the friendly conversation

Despite your very best effort, you can't recall this girl. But given the context, she obviously had to be younger back then. You also don't want to make yourself look like an ass, so the Honest John approach will have to do.
- I'm terribly sorry Annie, but could you tell me what village that was? I've got few bells ringing, all in different towers.
- Oh, it's nothing - She waves her hand dismissively - Nobody really remembers about Irving anyway, it's a complete backwa...
You snap your fingers and point at her.
- North of Elkhorn. I remember now. Look at you! Last time I've been there, you were still having pigtails
In fact, if this is the right person you are thinking about, you were barely starting working for CFC back then yourself, not much older than she's right now. You stop yourself before you get misty about the past.
- So how is your father doing?
- Better, I guess. Eventually got his own reaper, so he stopped complaining about lottery who got to use the shared one first.
- Still barley?
- And still home-made whiskey. Started selling it around once Beaver Liners started showing up
- Guess Irving is no longer such a backwater nowdays. What then brough you all the way here, to New Salem?
- The glamour of the big city? - She shrugs, while smiling - It's completely different league than Gates or Mill City... even if you combine both. My younger brother is more than enough of a help nowdays, so Pa and Ma no longer really needs me. And I've heard they've hiring en mass for the rail, especially girls my age, so why not.
You've heard that one too. Unfortunately from nobody related directly from the Railroad. In fact, the company is rather looking for young men with mechanical inclining and or blacksmithing experience. The cashiers were hired in such small numbers there was no point even spreading the news about it. It's a wonder Annie really ended up working around the railway. You don't say a word about it, instead smiling in a friendly manner.
- Congratulations on getting your job, then.
- Waitress! - You hear familiar voice from behind. You remain with your back turned to the Kid
- I'll be back to our conversation...
Annie leaves the counter and goes to the table next to the window. After a moment, she walks back. Barely. And she's positively glowing.
- Did something happen
She doesn't say a word. Then outstretches her hands. Between the fingers, she's holding a bill with State Seal of Oregon in the middle. A one hundred bill. Then almost starts jumping from happyness. You take a glance toward the doors. Junior is just walking out.
- I've got a huge tip from Mr. Lindholm.
- Congratulations about that
You smile, while start thinking about the sad, lonely twenty sitting in your wallet and the last pancake on your plate.

>>3783438
>Finish up and pay and tip her with whatever you've got left
>Still tip her, but first make a small speech how money is not all
>Swallow your shame, pay and tip up and congratulate her on life choices
>Don't tip at all - she probably just earned more than for the rest of the day
>Other [Write-in]

>>3783440
>>Swallow your shame, pay and tip up and congratulate her on life choices

>>3783440
>Swallow your shame, pay and tip up and congratulate her on life choices

>>3783440
>Still tip her, but first make a small speech how money is not all

>>3783450
>>3783464
>Swallow your shame, pay and tip up and congratulate her on life choices

As far as money is concerned, you aren't going to make anyone this happy. Well, nobody is perfect. You finish what's left out of your meal quickly and pick up your wallet, taking out the only bill inside of it.
- Here's for the pancakes. And the rest is for you. Please pass to the kitchen they should use less salt... How's your time in Salem so far?
- It's really good. Met some interesting people. Finally been in a cinema... I really shouldn't accept it, should I? - She asks you, pointing at the hundred still in her hand.
- Ever heard this one: give a thing and take again and you shall ride in hell's wain? So if he gave you the tip, it's yours. Besides, the city really isn't cheap, so that definitely should help around. You can always pass the money further, he... - You bite your tongue, then shake your head, smiling in disbelieve. Old habits die hard - No more moralism from me, I'm off duty from Co-Op stuff anyway. Do with the money what you want and don't feel bad about it. No point in that. Just don't do anything stupid! - You quickly add, realising what kind of things a farmgirl might end up doing with so much cash at her disposal
- It's my time to leave. I've got other things to do. Promised a friend to help around with some capentry... Until next time, Annie. It's been a pleasure.
- See you soon! - She waves at you
- That's for sure.
You mutter under the nose and walk out. Leaving the diner, you conclude it must be just the railway craze. The food wasn't bad, the prices are good, but neither justifies full house. With no sign of Junior, you head back toward the workshop. As you enter, the break is apparently still going.
- You plan to work some more? - Wilson approaches you on his own
- Sure, why not - You shrug - I've got nothing else planned for today anyway.
- How long then it's going to take you to change?
- A minute, maybe two?
- Then hurry up.

>Do as he said
>Ignore changing clothes, he has something important to say
>No point being in a rush, when it's just a matter of few seconds more anyway
>Shrug him off, you are here to volounteer, not taking orders
>Other [Write-in]

>>3784014
>No point being in a rush, when it's just a matter of few seconds more anyway

>>3784014
>Ignore changing clothes, he has something important to say

>>3784014
>Do as he said

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>>3784024
>>3784039
>>3784263
Gonna roll

>>3784014
>>Do as he said

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>>3784263
>>3784656
>Do as he said

- In a minute
You rush toward the locker room and quickly change into the same pair of overalls. But when you leave the room, Wilson is no longer present in the main hall. As you look around for him, one of the workers points toward the entry gate
- He already left outside, try looking between salvage.
- Thanks
It takes you a while to find the part that's actual salvage and not just the site where new railcars are set. You stop in front of badly rusted and damaged passenger car from Before. The only parts not eaten out by time seems to be the undercarriage, or at least parts of it. And from underneth it, right next to one of the set of wheels, there is a pair of legs stretched out. You kneel down and see Tom adjusting a wrench around an ancient screw, now moisty from something.
- Fuck... - He mutters under his nose, when the screw keeps slipping out. Only then he notices you - Sorry. Will have to hammer it out.
- What's even that?
- Come on, lay down, it will be easier to explain when you see all of it
Now you understand why he asked you to change your clothes first. As you are laying on the ground, he points again at a set of wheels right beneth the bottom of the car and what looks like some sort of container or a small boiler.
- This is the old system to power up lights inside the car. A small electric generator. Completely useless for us due to the shortage of light bulbs and similar fixtures. And this one is potentially broken anyway, we would have to check first. But... - Thankfully, there is a but - this might be our way of lowering the running costs of the entire railway, at least for a while
He gives you a moment to pick on your own, but all you ive him a confused look
- Go on, I'm listening - You add quickly.
- Like I've said, we aren't really building in lighting in new cars. Eventually, maybe. But we are still having a moving, operational train that still produces a lot of mechanical energy. All it needs is adding a dynamo and it will produce electricity
- I'm still not following how this helps decrease costs.
- What's one of the most sought after commodities in the Republic, after food?
- Fuel and ba... - You stop instantly, finally getting the final puzzle clicking in - This dynamo can be used to charge car batteries?
- Any kind of batteries. And it's very easy to install or even jury-rig. Of course, that's some extra work to be done and the batteries obviously will have to be stored somewhere, along with their installation, but it can be easily done with the extra space.
- We have some extra space?
- Now's the time for the bad news
You grimace. This was too good to be true

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>>3784750
- After checking on the engine going to Eugene and back, we absolutely need a caboose. The brakes as of now are insufficient to reliably stop the set of cars in the train. Either we are willing to drop number of passenger cars to no more than four - and that's still a serious risk... or you want to add a caboose and slow down a bit while the whole set rolls. Personally, I would do both, but given how now every penny counts...
You sigh. At least it's not just bad news and there is still a tiny light in the tunnel
- So this is less of a money saver and more of a money maker, on the side of selling tickets and cargo freight?
- Yup. I will propose it myself on the next board meeting, but I'd be glad for any kind of support

>Of course, this is still a way to decrease the running costs
>Sure, just remember to present it as a money-maker, not caboose demand
>Will talk with others about it to get their support
>Can the train go faster if we have those two cars less?
>This looks like an additional expense to even get things going, and we don't have money
>Other [Write-in]

>>3784750
*easily and quickly done

>>3784751
>>Sure, just remember to present it as a money-maker, not caboose demand

>>3784751
>Sure, just remember to present it as a money-maker, not caboose demand

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>>3784751
>Sure, just remember to present it as a money-maker, not caboose demand
We can put the batteries in the caboose to save space in the main cars and better present them as a package deal.

Also, just how tiny are these carriages? Pic related size?

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>>3784780
You mean the current passenger cars used by the Railroad?

Not that smol. And not regular tol. Midol? Pic related is pretty much it. The Cascadia Railroad is basically using narrow-gauge length of cars, despite being standard gauge rail. Easier to make, lighter, less demanding etc.
I didn't drop information like that so far, since the PC is a dairy farmer turned activist turned official/bureaucrat from a farming co-operative, not a railway engineer.

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>>3784802
Obviously, markings should be ignored and blatantly Germanic landscape even more so, but this is more or less the "sizes" the Railroad is operating with.
It's amazing how hard it is to find images of "vintage" railway stock from States that don't have prairies as a background. Especially considering the various tourist routes in Oregon itself.

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>>3784802
>>3784819
Should've just make a single picture out of the three of them

>>3784802
I just realised I fucked up my reading comprehension. I thought he was proposing to drop the number of passengers in each car to four, not the number of cars.

Run less cars, pack 'em in, raise prices and have unreliable trains, and we are officially New Amtrak.

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>>3784822
>I thought he was proposing to drop the number of passengers in each car to four

>>3784758
>>3784779
>>3784780
>Sure, just remember to present it as a money-maker, not caboose demand

- As far as I'm concerned, this is still good news. Well, not great, but good enough. Better safety with brakes, income made on the side, additional draw to show up at the station, especially in more rural places... what not to like?
You get yourself from under the car and help Tom as he's getting up.
- Of course this assumes the whole thing is sold exactly like that and what it is. I can see Miller and Lindholm Junior doing a shouting competition about "pointless" and "dangerous" expenses if the whole thing is just mentioned as demand for caboose and slow-down.
- Hold one for a second.. Lindholm Junior? - Wilson is as perplexed as you were upon learning - You mean that kiddo is...
- I'm afraid so.
- The old man is planning to show himself on a board meeting one day?
You just shake your head
- I have no idea. I barely found out myself. And rumour has it, they had some split - You repeat after Annie, but have no idea if that's even true. So you quickly add - Of course that's just gossip.
- I just home they don't decide to meddle with the Railroad to prop up their own business. Either of you. Especially the old man - Tom starts picking up his tools - Why can't the various traders and caravan runers just buy our stock? Is it really so hard to understand once the railway will start to truly connecting the Republic, they will be unable to compete?
You start to listen with increasing interest.
- Some trouble with anyone in particular?
- Please, I can list people NOT trying to derail us, no pun intended, on my fingers. And apparently Gleaners were paid in advance to ignore our applications.
- What?!
- I've got a reply from the Guild to our recent list of tools and machines with information that under a lot of flattery boiled down to "The price has trippled". Been there in the morning, somehow someone needs a lot of high-power machines and parts for them out of the blue, almost all from my own list. And of course Gleaners aren't allowed to tell who put that request.
You are barely listening at this point. In your head, you've already have a vision of dealing with people like Jack Carter and even slimier bastards to get nuts and bolts by the end of the month. For not tripple, but ten times the normal rate. And getting them all confiscated as confirmed stolen wares the day after, thanks to an "anonymous" tip.
- Collins? You there?
You blink few times, not sure what exactly Wilson was talking about for past few seconds.

>Continue the conversation as you walk back to the workshop to help around physically
>Ask what's absolutely top priority and most essential thing the workshop needs right now
>Excuse yourself and get to CFC office before it's closed, time to use your own connections
>Other [Write-in]

>>3784854
*just hope

>>3784854
>Ask what's absolutely top priority and most essential thing the workshop needs right now

>>3784854
>>Ask what's absolutely top priority and most essential thing the workshop needs right now

>>3784902
>>3784907
>Ask what's absolutely top priority and most essential thing the workshop needs right now

You stare blankly for a moment, then finally reply
- Yeah, I'm there. I'm just trying to wrap my head around the concept someone is trying to grind us down before we are even started.
- This is a semi-private company - Wilson says - Try to imagine what it would be like if this was just a random investment without the Republic being involved.
As if this was supposed to make you feel better. But he's right. At least nobody is going to outright burn down your shops at night. Or homes. It's just how early and how mean-spirited the sabotage is that puts you aback.
- Look, there is no point of me hammering down floor when something like this is going - You stop before you both get back inside the shed - I will just stick around for the sake of the boys today, but tomorrow I will be running errands. Which means I need to know what's the top priority right now. From tools. Or machines.
- You think you can out-bid whoever put a counter-proposal? - Tom Wilson taxes you carefully - Don't take it wrong, but you don't look for a rich fella to me.
- Cause I ain't. But I know a guy who knows a guy... you know how those things go. And if worse happens, I can always ask the Co-Op for help. They are by far the most interested party in the Valley to make this railroad happen, at least as far as I know. But I need to know what's needed first.
- Well, it's not just one thing. I can narrow down to core points, but it's still a handful.
- So narrow this down and I will get a notebook.
As you both enter the workshop, the engineer heads directly to the tiny office room inside, while you walk to the locker. For a moment you hesitate if not change clothes already, but that would just look bad. Besides, you seriously doubt a lot could be still achieved today. You return with a notebook and Wilson waves at you to get inside the old broom closet, now re-arranged to contain few rusted cabinets and a simple desk.
A faded map of Oregon hangs on a wall, with carefully painted line of existing railroad trunk over it.
- Ok, so there are three things, or rather sets of things. First, a drop hammer.
- A drop hammer? - You give him a sceptical look, before even starting to scribe down.
- Yeah, a drop hammer. If we plan to make axles, we need to have tools to forge them. Hand-hammering it takes forever. Then there are replacement knives for lathe. The ones we have are all so worn out it's dangerously close to using the machine itself. Here are the sizes and diameters - He passes you a note that looks as if printed, that's how steady his handwriting is - Getting just any knives won't do
- Lathe knives... What's the third then?
- We need as many Vernier calipers as only feasible. Preferably same type and obviously not busted. Not one, not two, but at least a dozen. But the more, the better.

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>>3785091
- So a set of rare blades, handful of ancient precision tools and a god-damn drop hammer... couldn't be easier - You say drily, making sure you wrote down the numbers from the note right - I can get bidding for the tools, maybe even the lathe parts, but who the hell tries to out-bid us on a drop hammer?
- Don't know, but all of those are as rare as they get. Having any of them would be great.
- I'll see what can be done with my contacts. Maybe at least I will learn who is behind this... - You are heading back to the locker room, but then realise something - Does anyone in the workshop know about this?
- Everyone. I've passed the message after coming to the shed.
- Does anyone else knows?
- I don't think so...
- Tom, I've got a huge favour to ask. Talk with people working here and make sure they don't tell anyone outside we've got this quasi-sabotage going.
- You're expecting a snitch inside? - He's visibly disappointed. Not in the perspective, but your assumption
- No - You say with conviction - But I want to keep it within trusted people. Stock price.
You say simply and Wilson nods.
- I get it. Fine, will talk about it by the end of the shift. Now let's get back to work.
You spend the rest of the afternoon on basic carpentry with other workers. By the end of the shift, the car you've been helping on has the basic construction ready, along with most of the walls and part of the roof finished. Probably tomorrow it will be ready.
You are tired, but at least it was a time spend on something productive in the most basic, tangible sense.

>Announce your presence for tomorrow - first finish this car, then get the goodies for the shop
>Inform in advance the foremen you probably won't be here tomorrow
>Simply bid your farewell, as you have no idea yourself what you will be doing tomorrow
>Stay a bit longer, so you can help Wilson explaining the importance of keeping the secret about the state of workshop
>You are too tired for all of this - just head home
>Other [Write-in]

>>3785094
>>Inform in advance the foremen you probably won't be here tomorrow
Need to do the stuff that only we can do

>>3785094
>Inform in advance the foremen you probably won't be here tomorrow

>>3784822
>we are officially New Amtrak
Look, this may be a shoestring, post apocalyptic railway system built on scrap, rust, and prayer, but we're not as shitty as Amtrak. Not yet at least.

>>3785094
>Simply bid your farewell, as you have no idea yourself what you will be doing tomorrow

>>3785216
Heavy emphasis on shoestring

>>3785100
>>3785136
>Inform in advance the foremen you probably won't be here tomorrow

While you get the feeling you understand why Wilson would rather sit here than in a board room, you also know you can't promise anyone you will be here for sure. Promises have to be kept and there are two things that might put you somewhere else. First, of course, will be a visit to CFC office and possibly also sending someone to Gleaners Guild, or maybe even a personal visit. And whatever else that might happen in between.
Second is the fact that you've spend most of the day on physical work and truth be told, it's been a while. It wouldn't be a surprise if in the morning your back hurts.
Ultimately you approach Ellis and Julio.
- Look guys, it's been a really great day, but I won't be giving an empty promise I will come tomorrow. I might, but chance is slim.
- What, too much work for you? - Ellis asks, playfully
- No, it's serious. Tom will explain to everyone when you will be finished. I need to go already... Thanks for the good day of work! Let's keep this up!
You shout so everyone in the main hall can hear you, as you head toward the locker room before anyone else. You clean yourself as much as you can, change back to your clothes and head home.

===
>Gained:
Priority list for the workshop
>Acquaintance with:
Tom Wilson (+)
===

In the morning, your back is killing you. The only remedy you find for it is a long stay inside the tin tub full of hot water. You still end up moving a little bit stiff once you are done with the rest of your routine.
Stiff or not, time to get moving.

>Storm straight to Gleaners Guild and go for aggressive negotiations on behalf of the Railroad
>Get to Gleaners Guild, make a private request, asking for a single caliper to see their reaction
>Pay visit to CFC office and pull all the strings you have there to find out what the hell is going on
>Use CFC people to file handful of separate requests from Gleaners, making them harder to intercept
>Still show up in the workshop to help around
>Go to the offices of the Railroad instead and check if survey team returned already
>Visit Jack Carter and talk about all the rare stuff needed
>Other [Write-in]

>>3785268
>Pay visit to CFC office and pull all the strings you have there to find out what the hell is going on

>>3785268
>Use CFC people to file handful of separate requests from Gleaners, making them harder to intercept
Although part of me wants us to go full Chad and storm straight to them, I think we should use some subtlety

>>3785268
>>Pay visit to CFC office and pull all the strings you have there to find out what the hell is going on
Find out who's behind all this crap first.

>>3785268
>Pay visit to CFC office and pull all the strings you have there to find out what the hell is going on
>Use CFC people to file handful of separate requests from Gleaners, making them harder to intercept

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Tomorrow - I'm expecting something bad already

>>3785315
>>3786196
>>3786358
>Pay visit to CFC office and pull all the strings you have there to find out what the hell is going on

You approach the familiar building of New Salem's CFC offices at leisure pace. Given the hour, Jim and pretty much everyone else will be busy with handling visitors and farmers, so no real rush. As you enter the building, a short queque is already in the lobby.
- Good morning, everyone. Hello, Clarice - You smile to the woman at the reception desk - I just need to check something in the archive. Could you please inform Jim to check there too once he's free?
- Of course.
- And make sure he doesn't leave any of the important visitors just to get to me!
You point out, loud enough so the patrons inside the lobby can hear about their higher importance. Then you go pass the doors to the restricted section. Then you return back to the lobby. Clarice is already holding the keys and tosses them to you.
- Weak memory requires strong legs - She chuckles and winks. The things people do to lighten the mood in this lobby...
You finally enter archive and start looking for all the files and reports that might be useful for you, predominately old acquisitions and fund-rising. Time flies, documents pile up, the pot full of herbal tea is made and then emptied and when eventually Baker shows up, you've got entire desk covered with few stacks of papers.
- May I enter? - He asks, knocking on one of the file cabinets, then measures the size of the paperwork and headlines - Jesus, are we expecting a tax audit soon?
- Not exactly. At least I hope so...
- Clarice said you insisted on being left alone for as long as possible, but now you're scaring me.
- Good. Now you can at least have a partial idea how I feel right now. Sit down, it will take a while.
You proceed to give Baker a shorthand of everything you've learned yesteday about Gleaners Guild and counter-bids on tools needed for the Railroad. Then you add the gossip about the Kid's identity and his possible fall-out with the old Lindholm.

>Express your concern about family feud getting problematic for the business
>Just shrug it off as one of various competitors that could be causing problems
>Probe Baker if he already learned something, after all he was supposed to be digging on board mmebers
>Confront data from the archive about old requests to Gleaners and suggest getting things with CFC as a middle-man for the Railroad
>Other [Write-in]

>>3787047
>>Probe Baker if he already learned something, after all he was supposed to be digging on board mmebers

>>3787047
>Confront data from the archive about old requests to Gleaners and suggest getting things with CFC as a middle-man for the Railroad

>>3787047
>Probe Baker if he already learned something, after all he was supposed to be digging on board mmebers

>>3787047
>Confront data from the archive about old requests to Gleaners and suggest getting things with CFC as a middle-man for the Railroad

So it's 2:2

>>3787252
I don't see how they should be mutually exclusive, but if we have to tiebreak I'll go with
>Confront data from the archive about old requests to Gleaners and suggest getting things with CFC as a middle-man for the Railroad
though they might be suspicious if a bunch of farmers request a massive metal-pounding machine

>>3787262
They aren't. Thing is - the choice is where the emphasis is put and this does carry over to later choices and reactions.
This was probably most prominent in the update finishing the workshift in the workshop - the choices were at first glance just various ways of getting home. Well, they weren't.

>>3787074
>>3787246
>>3787262
>Confront data from the archive about old requests to Gleaners and suggest getting things with CFC as a middle-man for the Railroad

>>3787074
>>3787246
>>3787262
>Confront data from the archive about old requests to Gleaners and suggest getting things with CFC as a middle-man for the Railroad

You are sick of those secrets and gossip.
- The whole squabble just annoys me. I'm not even sure how to take it. What? Looking on us with green eyes? Did the co-op was ever given shit like this?
- Yes and no... we are simply given shit on much lower level. Being chased away is probably the worst that ever happend.
- Excuse me, I've got shot at once! - You remind with mix of pride and annoyance
- Rock salt doesn't count
- But hurts just as much, if not more... Anyway, I've already dug through the papers of our own requisitions. Those look familiar to you?
You pass a copy of hand-written invoice for lathe parts. Then another one, for various assorted metal goods. Then few more for either basic blacksmith equipment and farming tools, always in bulk. Jim stops looking through them half-way through, just putting them back on a semi-new stack
- Look, I know where this is going. Remind me, what you need?
He asks, but the question is purely rhetorical. You still give Baker a reply, just to spite him.
- A steam hammer, a set of calipers and lathe knives.
- And we are a farming co-operative. From all three, the lathe parts are already a stretch. The other two? It would be more suspicious only if you decided to nail an announcement to the doors of Council of Cascadia.
- I know this is suspicious, that's why I'm not asking for CFC direct help. Obviously, with so many people in it, we could get spread big enough to lose tracks.
- Look, I get it, you are desperate, but let me put just few friendly remarks on this all. Because it's not going to work. Not because I don't want to help you or get involved, but simply because it's an insane idea. Care to learn why?
- Why.
- We are friends for how many years? And I love you, but are a grown up who still hasn't learn to look both ways before crossing the street. If we file a bunch of spread-out requests to Gleaners, they will charge extra for each separate. And rightfully so, since there will be suddenly a big demand on... - He looks up the note in your notebook - Vernier calipers. Drop hammer? That's so big and specific, the only people that could possibly need it are from MIC... - He then pick ups his own notebook and opens it - Give me the specifiations for those lathe parts. I will try with that one, using a straw man. Nobody from us. I don't want to get the Co-Op tangled into your railway mess. Is that clear?
- Thanks Jim.
- Is it clear?
- Yes, it is.

Shit... that explains why I was few signs short from cramming it all into a single post.

>>3787361
>Ask how the digging on board members is going so far
>Instead, add your own informations on Jack Carter
>Find out if there is already something specific on the bald guy
>Report about all the trouble it took to get the freight plans approved
>Other [Write-in]

>>3787362
>Report about all the trouble it took to get the freight plans approved

>>3787362
>>Report about all the trouble it took to get the freight plans approved

>>3787362
>Instead, add your own informations on Jack Carter

>>3787362
>Instead, add your own informations on Jack Carter

Another tie, right when I was starting to write a reply.
On the plus-side, knocking on wood, everything seems to be fine today.

>>3788777
Just combine the replies man

Next time I will flip the coin

>>3787430
>>3788234
>>3788588
>>3788767
>Report about all the trouble it took to get the freight plans approved
>Instead, add your own informations on Jack Carter

- Guess I will really end up asking Carter for lacking stuff
- Carter? - Jim rises an eyebrow
- Jack Carter, the baldie from the board. Turns out he has an "import goods" - You make quotation marks with your fingers - shop in the docks. The guy reeks with shady business and I'm expecting nothing less from his enterprise. But he also seems to be pretty well-stocked. I just don't think I'm desperate enough to buy fenced goods. And he won't have the drop hammer anyway. The worst part is I already owe him for the last board meeting anyway - Then you realise something - I didn't told you, did I?
- About board meetings? No, not really.
- So the freight plans got approved. And this is pretty much where the good news end - You grimace - It cost me an arm and a leg to get them passed in the first place. Turns out the company barely has money to finance that. As in - it doesn't have that kind money at all. If the construction starts, which should by next week, we will spend so much on it, the reserve will go to zero.
- Wait, wait, wait... You are saying Cascadia Railroads doesn't have money to connect Albany and add a single depot along existing tracks?
- Our entire financial reserve is three quarters of a mil. We need over a mil to get things going.
Baker takes a deep breath, then whistles.
- Talking about being low-funded... But the freight will go?
- Probably. We obviously need to finish before harvest season, otherwise the whole project will be for nothing. And there is another thing. Something that's partially a CFC business. The milk shipments.
- What's with them?
- Either we build a central refridgerator somewhere close to that depot, or we build the depot itself. That's how short-strung for money it all is

>Ask if CFC can't finance the refridgerator unit all by itself
>Propose - right now informal - partnership of CFC with the Railroad on the matter
>Suggest that Halsey dairy processor should help both CFC and Railroad to get the fridge build
>A bundle is stronger than a straw - all three should share expenses over the matter
>Other [Write-in]

>>3788855
>Suggest that Halsey dairy processor should help both CFC and Railroad to get the fridge build

>>3788855
To make it clear, as I see I've made it contrived:
Option 3 is for Halsey paying up, by itself.

>>3788855
>A bundle is stronger than a straw - all three should share expenses over the matter

>>3788855
>>A bundle is stronger than a straw - all three should share expenses over the matter

>>3788921
Backing

>>3788873
>>3788921
>>3788984
>A bundle is stronger than a straw - all three should share expenses over the matter

Jim thinks for a moment, then does his lip-smacking tick.
- Ok, I can present it for management vote, they will probably easily agree, as this is great news for local dairy farms. You've got the details on location? Other specifics?
- Not yet. And there is something more than just getting CFC involved. Hasley is going to swim in that milk once we start freight.
- Wasn't that the idea? Why the long face then?
- Because they could throw in some money, too.
He shakes his head, then smirks.
- What did I just told you about not looking both sides? What we are going to tell to local farmers? "Sure, put money for a fridge we will set up a day away from your town"?
- I never said citizens of Halsey should make a fund-riser, even if that too would be helpful
- I'm listening - Jim instantly gets serious.
- Their dairy processor is a co-op, too, right? I couldn't find anything in our archive - You wave your hand, pointing at both the paperwork in front of you and the cabinets and shelfs around - On that, so I assume they operate independently from our help.
- That's right. The whole plant is older than CFC itself.
- Hardly an achievement. But they need milk and we need fridge. This means we are going to ask their dairy co-op to shell out money.
- I'm not sure they are going to agree.
- Why's that? It's pure profit for them.
- Exactly. For them - Baker makes himself a little room on the table and sits on it - Let's assume they have non-farmers in that co-op of theirs and nobody important for the town. Then they are going to easily be swayed by profits. But say local ranchers make most of the members and suddenly the very last thing they will want is building facility that is going to ruin their own production via heavy competition. Or some big-wig is sitting in the management and would really be like to be re-elected mayor or sheriff or whatever. Will ban it on principle.
- Can you get me data on this? I'm not going to ask to just go there and make the talks. Besides, you're already busy with report on my own board.
- Sure, but it's going to take a day or two.
- I'm in no rush for the entire week.

>Suggest you will go to Halsey yourself once basics are figured out - you've got time and experience
>Propose sending heavy CFC delegation to Halsey to convince them into helping - always carry a bigger stick
>Post-pone it until next board meeting of the Railroad, so a possibility of joint delegation can be discussed - double-team on Halsey
>Keep things low-level and instead just bring a basic delegature from CFC - being humble always helps with farmers
>Other [Write-in]

>>3789185
>>Suggest you will go to Halsey yourself once basics are figured out - you've got time and experience

>>3789185
>Keep things low-level and instead just bring a basic delegature from CFC - being humble always helps with farmers

>>3789185
>Propose sending heavy CFC delegation to Halsey to convince them into helping - always carry a bigger stick

>>3789220
This

Read, but no time to write an update right now, I've got an appointment in a clinic. No idea how long it will take, but will try to scribble down something in the waiting room. On paper, of course

Don't ask. I'm alive. And healthy. And from tomorrow things should get to the familiar, regular pattern.

>>3789220
>>3790629
>Suggest you will go to Halsey yourself once basics are figured out - you've got time and experience

- Once you are done, I'll just head there and check for myself.
- You're planning to go face them on your own?
- Jim, this used to be my job into the CFC. It's nothing hard or special, I just need a bit of prep, knowing who is who in advance and if the proposition is even realistic for the locals. Everything else is just my natural charm
You make the fakiest of fake smiles that was ever made in this building. And that says a lot, given you are in New Salem's CFC office.
- What about legal stuff?
- I'm going to make it my personal proposition and a friendly suggestion. Only if they agree, it will turn into official Cascadia Railroads business. But I doubt they would appriciate if I started off directly as a representative of the Railroad, not to mention sending some lackey or incompetent kid with a shorthand what to negotiate with them. Plus if we just leave it be to CFC, they are going to assume it's partnership with the Co-Op, which will only make everyone confused and definitely my life harder.
- And what if they will decline? - Jim tilts his head a bit and crosses his arms on chest - You even consider it as an option?
- Then I will still have a productive trip to Halsey. I need to see for myself where they've got plans to build the station there. And maybe even take a tour down south, if time allows, to nag farmers there to... is there even any municipal district or area there?
- South of Halsey and before Eugene? I think... - Baker makes a long face, deeply thinking - You know what? Why won't we just check.
You both start rummaging through the archive. Obviously, the map from Before is not gonna do, but a handful of papers from different farms is found, always without anything bigger than unincorporated hamlet or other tiny settlement. You're a bit disappointed by this
- So much for talking people from there into demanding from their community leaders filling a request to the Republic or us for rail connection... Guess it will be just like in the old days, a horse ride from stead to stead and asking for signatures on shipments.
- At least the area is safe and as far as data goes, should provide all you need for your quotas. By the way - I still have nothing on wool
- Me neither - You shrug - I think we can forget about wool for a time being. Let's first get milk moving to Halsey and Albany. Then the rest. Also, there is something else

>Tell Jim about being followed in the docks
>Tell Jim about the lackluster working condition in the rail's workshop
>Ask Jim if he heard anything about Siletz and MIC working together
>Ask Jim how things are going for CFC now that farmers can cross most of the Valley in just few hours by train
>Ask Jim about the prospect of agri-products being exported via Salem's port
>Other [Write-in]

>>3791771
>>Tell Jim about being followed in the docks

>>3791771
>Tell Jim about being followed in the docks

>>3791771
>Ask Jim if he heard anything about Siletz and MIC working together

>>3791802
+1

>>3791802
>>3791818
>>3792288
>Tell Jim about being followed in the docks

You first go to the doors leading to the archive and make sure there is nobody around. Then you get back to the table in the crammed room, while Baker gives you a confused look.
- What's wrong?
- Yesterday, when I was on my stroll to the docks and port, someone have been following me - You put a finger to your lips, suggesting to keep it low - And I mean as spying on me.
- You sure? I mean it's a crowded place, you could ge...
- No, I'm absolutely sure I had a tail on me. Eventually I've shaken him off in the crowd, but it was just weird. Last time I've been followed, they just tried to rob me on the highway and that was years ago. And this one was just going after me.
- Just one person?
- Mhm. Didn't get a good look at him - You hesitate for a moment - Or her. Don't even know that one for sure. Did we made some enemies lately?
- You mean the Co-Op? None that I can think of. Did you?
You shrug
- No clue. At first I was thinking it might be that Carter guy, but what he would really achieve by putting a spy on me, aside problems? And I have no other suspects at all.
- You've been to sheriff's? = Jim asks after a long pause
- No, not yet. And even if, they would probably just tell me I'm paranoid after having just a single incident like that.
- Today you are paranoid and tomorrow someone is going to find your dead body in a ditch, so get to see the law. And if you don't feel like that, then get yourself a bodyguard. Pronto.
Knocking to the door stops your conversation.
- Mr. Baker? - Clarice calls from the other side - I'll need your presence here, it's important.
Jim stands from the table, outstretchin his arms in resignation.
- I guess that would be the end of my break.
- Just don't overwork yourself. Or your liver - You joke, while collecting the papers from the table
- See ya later... I should get both reports in about two days. Three tops. Can it wait that long?
- Sure, but two would be better
You put back all the documentation you've pulled from the archive. No point sitting here any longer now.

>Go to Gleaners Guild and see how things are going there for yourself
>Go to the workshop - the day is still young and you can help around
>Try to pay a visit to any other board member [Write-in who]
>Check in the Cascadia Railroads office about the survey team
>Do as Baker told you - get to the sherrif's office
>Do as Baker told you - hire a bodyguard via Blue Hounds
>Other [Write-in]

>>3793200
>>Do as Baker told you - hire a bodyguard via Blue Hounds
Since we're planning to go out of the city having someone around will be even better.

>>3793200
>Go to Gleaners Guild and see how things are going there for yourself

>>3793210
Might as well. Backing

>>3793200
>Do as Baker told you - hire a bodyguard via Blue Hounds

>>3793210
>>3793211
>>3793593
>Do as Baker told you - hire a bodyguard via Blue Hounds

You take a long walk from CFC office, heading all the way toward The Grand. As you pass next to the hotel, you are tempted to see if Wright is inside, but ultimately you continue on your way. You pass the old fire station and then head into the walled-in apartment complex. The paint on the walls is pale blue, but despite that its vibrant and fresh, making the buildings stand out over the surroundings and especially the nearby, dilapidated building that still houses New Salem's law enforcement.
As if Blue Hounds were taunting the sherrif's office.
You get to the entrance gate and stand on the painted spot. The guard gets outside.
- Appointed?
You shake your head
- Destination?
- Casting Office
- Please stand still with your legs wide and your arms on the back of your head...
The ancient metal detector starts to travel around your body in slow, meticulous fashion. When the guard is done, he side-steps and points toward the gate
- Please follow the green lines on pavement and you should reach your destination.
You pass the gate, but you can still see at least two guns pointed at you from the embrasures next to it. With those people around, considering yourself paranoid is a stretch. You walk around the inner courtyard of the complex, on which a group of people in identical pale blue cargo pants and t-shirts is doing PT. They ignore you, as you keep following the line.
It eventually gets you to the entrance inside of what once had to be an apartment building. Now it looks more like a lobby of a lavish office. The man at the desk stands up. He's not wearing an uniform, but his clothes still follow the pale blue colour scheme.
- How can I help you?
- I'm looking to hire a bodyguard
- That would be second floor, room 204
You climb upstairs and everything looks pristine, but also ascetic, almost sterile. Another desk, another man. You react first.
- Room 204?
He just points at the correct door. As you enter, this place could be just taken for a regular, if perfectly clean and well-maintained, office. Sans the man in a military-like uniform sitting behind the desk.
- What kind of job Blue Hounds can do for you?

>Describe your problem in detail
>Be sparse, but to the point
>Go directly to asking for a personal bodyguard
>Refer on Diego Rodriguez first
>Other [Write-in]

>>3793723
>>Describe your problem in detail

>>3793723
>Be sparse, but to the point

>>3793881
+1

>>3793881
>>3794226
>Be sparse, but to the point

You get to the other side of the desk and start talking as you sit down on the chair
- I'm afraid I will need a personal bodyguard. Name's Collins. I'm in the board of the Cascadia Railroads. Yesteday I've noticed I've been followed. I've managed to lose the person tailing me, but now I just keep leaning over my shoulder to see if there is nobody after me again.
As you speak, the man in the uniform is already writing down something. When you are able to get a glance on the paper, you notice it's a pre-typed form he's quickly filling up.
- Have you received any threats recently or in past year?
You think for a while about the second part
- No
- Do you know anyone with long-standing greviance against you?
- No
- Have you recently angered someone?
That's a tough one. Especially considering how the last board meeting went. The pause is long enough for the man to put down the form and look at you directly.
- None that I can think of - You eventually reply - But my company, the Railroad, angered a lot of various people, who now feel threatened by its mere existence.
- Do you think any of those people could send a spy or hire a thug to go after you?
Another pause.
- Yes. I think they would be capable of something like that.
- Have there been any accidents or dangerous situations happening around you?
- No.
- On a scale from 1 to 10, how threatened you feel right now, where 10 means being constantly afraid about your life?
- Three?
You rather ask than answer. It's not that you really feel in danger, but the concept of being followed for no apparent reason doesn't make you confortable either.
- Are you normally carrying a weapon? Did the recent events made you to start carrying one?
- No and no.
- Thank you for your help and co-operation - The man takes a few glances on the form he filled, but there is obviously much more brackets than questions you've been asked and answers you've gave - The way I see it right now, you need a single, armed bodyguard that also isn't conspicious. So heavy armament and equipment are out of question and shouldn't be really needed either, unless things escalate further. Does your job requires an assistant or an entourage of any sort? I assume a director of the Cascadia Railroads has many duties and activities to participate in.
- Like you can't even imagine - You snicker - But yeah, this is a job that definitely could be done better with an assistant.
- Please wait just a moment, it will take a minute. In the meantime, please check those informations and correct any that would be wrong

>>3795100
You are given a copy of the form just filled in, apparently created used a red-ink carbon paper. You wonder how much the Blue Hounds must be charging nowdays to afford such extravaganza on someone who might or might not hire a bodyguard. The informations you've gave in do check out, along with anything that could be deducted from them.
Before you even finish reading, the man in uniform closes the file cabinet standing next to the wall and brings back a small handful of thin paper folders. He puts them all on the desk in front of you.
- Those are our people that follow your demand. They all have office experience and have useful skills for a real assistant, but first and foremost are combat-trained and ready to put themselves between you and any form of danger. It's your choice. Please take your time. Can I bring something for you for the duration? Anything to drink maybe?
- Water would be fine
You start to look through the folders, while the man gets to the door and whisper your order. The files on the mercenaries are pretty descriptive.

>Pick Keith Hanson, a man with distinct service in various scouting organisations [Spotting]
>Pick Daniel Quinten, a man who's service lists few instances of defending the client against all odds [Safety]
>Pick Monica Sondergaard, a woman of unassuming looks [Blending in]
>Pick Stephen Rothman, a man who's file does very best to not flat-out call him a killer to hire [Protection]
>Pick Sidney Nettleson, an aging former shopkeeper turned mercenary [Task help]
>Ask if there isn't anyone else
>Other [Write-in]

>>3795101
>>Pick Keith Hanson, a man with distinct service in various scouting organisations [Spotting]

>>3795101
>Pick Monica Sondergaard, a woman of unassuming looks [Blending in]

>>3795101

>Pick Keith Hanson, a man with distinct service in various scouting organisations [Spotting]

>>3795101
I recognize this reference!
>Pick Sidney Nettleson, an aging former shopkeeper turned mercenary [Task help]

>>3795238
What can I say... I'm terrible at inventing names for characters. And this was too easy to resist.

>>3795104
>>3795169
>Pick Keith Hanson, a man with distinct service in various scouting organisations [Spotting]

You look carefully through the files twice. Nobody is rushing you and the water is served in nice, tall glass. It has the company logo - a dog siluette in a trademark pale blue - painted on it.
You gradually scale down what you need. You weren't in any imminent danger yet, so both Quinten and especially Rothman seem like over the top choices. Nettleson feels like hiring a secretary with a gun. Sondergaard rubs you of with how average everything about her looks and feels. Despite it might be an asset for some, you are just put away by it. Ultimately, you are left with Hanson. He seems to be the closest to what you need - a guardian angel that will notice threat before you do and deal with it if it will be needed.
You put his file separately on the desk and push it back to the clerk dealing with you.
- I think Mr. Hanson fits my needs the closest of the all candidates.
- A fine choice... Can we then get to legal part?
- Yes, of course.
You are presented with a hire contract, an insurance for the merc and the Blue Hounds' insurance on merc service. All your important data is put into the contract. The monthly fee will eat almost half of your salary, but better to be safe than sorry. Especially since you don't expect needing a bodyguard for longer than a week, simply scaring away anyone tailing you. The only catch is that the contract is in force starting from tomorrow.
After the final signature and a handshake, you are send outside the office.
- Please follow the green lines on your way to the gate, Mr. Hanson will show at the adress from contract in the morning. Good bye and be safe.
This time around, no gun is pointed at you as you are leaving the complex.
It's afternoon already. You're hungry and obviously there are things you can still do today

>Now it's time for visit at the sheriff's, informing about your stalker
>Go for an overpriced bite at the Grand, maybe Weaver is there
>Just try meeting her, as you are nearby her stay
>Go for a bite anywhere else
>Return home and take the rest of the day off
>Try to pay a visit to any other board member [Write-in who]
>Check in the Cascadia Railroads office about the survey team
>Other [Write-in]

>>3795546
>Now it's time for visit at the sheriff's, informing about your stalker
Weaver can go die in a fire.

>>3795566
Someone's salty about that diner's bill, even if she warned about it outright

>>3795546
>>Now it's time for visit at the sheriff's, informing about your stalker

>>3795572
She didn't warn she'd push it on us though.

>>3795695
Yes she did
>>3752803
>>3755958

>>3795546
>Check in the Cascadia Railroads office about the survey team

I'm going to wait on this one, intentionally so. Yes, I'm aware the number of regulars is low. Still will wait on this one until my morning, so next 7 hours.

>>3795546
>Check in the Cascadia Railroads office about the survey team

>>3795546
>Check in the Cascadia Railroads office about the survey team
We do need to keep on top of operations as well. And what use is going to the sheriff? They'll just say we're paranoid. After all, the only thing we have to go on is that we think we saw someone following us. It might even be nothing.

>>3795546
>>Check in the Cascadia Railroads office about the survey team

>>3795924
>>3796155
>>3796406
>Check in the Cascadia Railroads office about the survey team

With your safety already guaranteed by Blue Hounds, you march back toward the railway station. Since it's too late to have meaningful impact on the work in the depot, you instead head toward the offices. The receptionist at the main lobby of this crammed space smiles as you enter.
- Good afternoon, director... - Despite the smile, she's uneasy
- Good afternoon. Something's wrong?
- Oh, no, nothing... But we are going to close in few minutes.
- Few minutes is all I really need - You reassure her - Have the survey team already returned.
- I'm afraid no - Then she quickly adds - B-but they should be here with the evening train.
- Good, I can wait. See you soon...
- Director?
- Yes?
- There is one more thing. The head accountant wanted to see you, but I'm afraid he's no longer present. There should be something left for you in the Accounting, thou.
- Thanks!
You navigate through the narrow corridor until you get to the room housing Accounting Department. As you open the doors, they only get open to two-thirds, hitting a desk inside. The tiny room somehow accomodates two desks in total, a corner-oriented file cabinets and shelves mounted on the walls. A lot of shelves mounted on the walls. The only person inside right now is a very young and very scared woman. Girl, really. She has her face full of sandwich and is pale like death itself.
- Howdy - You smile - Don't mind me and please chew, or you're going to choke.
She starts to munch quickly and desperately tries to swallow.
- I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry - She starts, but you just put a finger to your lips. Her paniced state would be a pure comedy if not the fact how scared she is.
- It's nothing. I'm Collins - You skip your rank, or she might get a heart attack - and Head Accountant left something for me. Could you please tell me where and what it is?
- O-of course - She stands up and gets to the second desk, somehow manouvering in the lacking space. One of the drawers is opened and you are handled a paper folder - It's estimation of all the expenses against the projected income of the Railroad, along with commentary and notes.
- Ow... - You don't expect good news inside that folder - Thank you anyway. And please, finish your meal. Later!
You nod your head and walk out of the Accounting.

===
>Gained:
Financial report of the Cascadia Railroads
===

>Sit in the lobby and take a quick glance on the report
>Go read it outside, waiting for the survey team, preferably on the station's platform
>You didn't eat anything since morning and you can read inside the diner
>Find a guard and tell him to intercept the survey team, sending them to whenever you will be around the station
>No point waiting for those people today, they will be tired themselves - just head home and read there
>Other [Write-in]

>>3796795
>>Sit in the lobby and take a quick glance on the report

>>3796795
>Go read it outside, waiting for the survey team, preferably on the station's platform

>>3796795
>You didn't eat anything since morning and you can read inside the diner

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>3796833
>>3796842
>>3796869

>>3796842
backing

Rolled for
>>3797510
>You didn't eat anything since morning and you can read inside the diner

Then my net died when I was trying to post a reply and you've picked in the meantime
>>3796842
>>3797735
>Go read it outside, waiting for the survey team, preferably on the station's platform

Soooooo... a blend?

===

You get outside and go first to the bench on the platform. There is nobody there at this time and it would be the best spot to wait for the survey team. To kill time, you open the file and start reading the report.
Aside from what was prepared for board meeting, there are various options and possibilities added, some with specific commentary. Some even outright suggest dumping the costs on CFC. There is also a separate set of data about the line connecting to Albany, with specific, day-to-day costs of operation, along with taking corrections toward weather. It all feels like someone had too much free time at their hands and decided to plan ahead all major and minor options, trying to somehow squeeze everything within the budget of the company.
And failing to achieve that, as given by the red numbers ending various propositions and sets of numbers. You would probably start to dig deeper into it, if not a simple problem - your stomach starts to twist on itself. So much for waiting at the platform.
You enter the diner. It's less crowded than yesteday, but the hour is also later. This time around, you can sit comfortably next to a regular table rather than the counter.
- How can I serve you? - It's not Annie asking. The nametag instead says Todd.
- Is anything still left in the kitchen?
- We've got pea soup, chicken wings and potato pancakes. I think pasta with meatsauce already is out, I would have to check on that to be sure. We can also fix sandwiches, director.
- So you know who I am?
The waiter is confused
- Of course. Why shouldn't I? It's almost a job requirement.
- Get me the soup then.
You open the files again and get back to numbers. You continue, while eating the soup, obviously re-heated countless times since it was cooked. After the read, it becomes obvious that either the expenses are going to be spread over time and with participation of outside parties, or the Cascadia Railroads will going to indebt itself into bankrupcy. Not exactly good news.
You still mill over the report, when you start hearing noises from the outside. You check the clock. Of course. The evening train.

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>>3799261
- See ya
You nod to the waiter, leaving payment on the table and get to the platform. It's a bit crowded, but you don't expect survey team in passenger cars. Instead, you walk to the end of the station, where the engine will probably stop. The train is very slowly rolling in. It's apparent that Wilson was right about braking, considering how slow the whole set is moving and yet still engaging brakes.
When the train finally stops and crowd starts pouring outside, you push your head into the locomotive. A man with a theodolite at hands is already standing on steps down. He looks tired.

>Ask him and rest of the team out for a supper in the diner, right now
>Shorthand of what they've learned, right now
>Start nagging them about informations, confirming estimations from the Accounting's report
>Leave them be, they are in no shape to talk today
>Other [Write-in]

And once again, sorry for the terrible delay, I just got my net 20 minutes ago

>>3799266
>>Ask him and rest of the team out for a supper in the diner, right now
We'll pay for them.

>>3799266
>Ask him and rest of the team out for a supper in the diner, right now

>>3799266
>Shorthand of what they've learned, right now

>>3799268
>>3799435
>Ask him and rest of the team out for a supper in the diner, right now

- You guys hungry? - Instead of a reply, you are given a confused stare - I'll take that as a yes. Name's Collins. Come inside the diner, before it all gets cold.
You flash your identificator to them, clearing most of the confusion instantly. As they are still unloading, you march back to the eatery.
- Todd, get me... - Standing in the doors, you look back at the locomotive - six servings of whatever supper the kitchen can still scrap out. And beer to that, too.
Then you return back to the platform. The surveyors are not only tired, but also cramped from hitching a ride among the firewood. They are also still a bit confused about your presence.
- Did something happend? - One of them asks
- No, nothing. But I will need you for a while longer today and keeping you with dry mouth and empty stomach would be bad managing, wouldn't it?
You smile, getting a faint laugh in reply. They don't need much more convincing beyond being offered a meal. As you lead the entire group inside the diner, Todd is half-way through setting up bowls with remnants of the soup. At this time, beyond you and the survey team, there is only a random couple sitting at one of the tables and an old man sipping a beer at the counter. For the entire duration of the first dish, you don't ask any questions nor interrupt them with their own small talk. Only when they've sated their first hunger, you get to the business part.
- Briefly, please: how bad is the route to Albany?
They give you another confused stare.
- Bad? It's just flats without much of anything going there. Very easy to set up long, straight stretches of rail. And not a single private property on the entire length of it.
You sigh with relief. At least finally some good news, without hidden or additional costs.
- Do you have some work-map? - You point toward the large leather bag and a tube tied to it - I know you still need to make a proper one, but at least a basic terrain sketch that I could look up?
- Sure... Impatient about the meeting?
- I'm the person who proposed the whole scheme. Just trying to make sure I didn't made a foul out of myself.
Suddenly most of the group burst in laughs. This time you are the one being confused by their actions. They eventually take notice and start laughing some more. One of them starts to explain.
- Matt here was bitching the entire trek that we are freezing our asses and would beat the shit out of the person sending us th...
- That's not what I said! - Apparently the guy with brigth blonde hair must be Matt, as he tries to silence the other guy talking
- And back in the station started praising you for finally getting something nice from the management of the company.
- I guess it evens out in the end - You join the laughing - Couldn't get anything better to eat anyway at this hour.
- It's fine. Here, since you really want to see...

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>>3799674
You are given the tube. Inside, there are few slips of paper with mimeographed grid on them and a set of sketches of terrain on it. You check the scale. Just like the surveyor said, there are countless, very, very long straight lines, and the bends are very gradual, with no sharp turns or twists.
- What about foliage? - You ask eventually, putting the papers back inside the tube
- Bushes, mostly. And tall grass. Handful of ruined buildings around, but not close enough to be a problem or obstacle.
- So everything is fine and dandy?
- Aside the fact we will have to make a crossing with existing tracks, everything is perfectly fine. The actual report should be ready... tomorrow noon? Something like that.
You smile. Finally good news. But it's also late.

>Stick around and simply hang out with the surveyors
>Let them be, everyone is tired, just pay the bill and leave
>Dupe the bill on them, leaving
>Other [Write-in]

>>3799675
Of course I didn't copy the important option from notepad when editing...

>Compare what surveyors know with what Accounting's report says

>>3799675
>Let them be, everyone is tired, just pay the bill and leave

>>3799675
>>Let them be, everyone is tired, just pay the bill and leave

>>3799675
>Compare what surveyors know with what Accounting's report says

>>3799709
>>3799751
>Let them be, everyone is tired, just pay the bill and leave
>>3799683
>>3800684
>Compare what surveyors know with what Accounting's report says

You look at the faces busy with chewing and munching. Their tired, dull expressions.
- Gentelmen, I hope you are enjoying your supper. This will be the momen where we part. Good night to you all
You make a salut to them and head to the counter to pay their bill. There is no way to get anything more out of them right now, but you've already read, saw and heard enough to make your own conclusions. Or at least that's how you feel about it.
After reaching home, you sit down with the report from Accounting once more and start checking out for the options of pricing the constructin. After few comparisons, you get a very, very round number of one hundred thousands. Good enough, and well within the costs of entire construction. Of course if the weather sticks.

===

When you wake up in the morning tired and restless, you get a faint smell of herbal tea in the air. As you get outside your bedroom, there is a man sitting in your living room slash office. Two mugs, barely steaming, are on the table in front of him. In your half-asleep

>Ask him who he is
>Ask him to leave right now
>Ask how the hell he get inside
>You've seen this face before
>Get stupefied
>Run for the pistol you have in the bedroom
>Other [Write-in]

>>3800748
>Ask how the hell he got inside.
Where's the blue hound?

>>3800748
>>Ask him who he is
"Mr Hanson I presume?"

>>3800811
Backing

>>3800811
>>3800748
Supporting

We seriously need to make it clear if Collins is a boy or a girl. Or gender-fluid doppleganger shapeshifter from outer space.

>>3800811
>>3800922
>>3801143
>Ask him who he is

It takes you a moment to connect the dots. The black-and-white photo in the files must have been pretty old.
- Mr Hanson I presume?
- Yes. Good morning. Please take a seat - He orders you around, despite being in your house. And observes your shocked face with barely hidden glee - Your security is terrible. For someone needing to hire a bodyguard, you should definitely get better locks.
- Did you break in into my house? - You sit down and take the tea, but don't drink it yet. At this pace, he might also put something into it for another crazy test.
- Technically, no. The back doors were left open. And your neighbours were more than please to show me the right house yesterday. If we are supposed to work together, I will unfortunately have to change few things around. In current situation, I am unable to provide the full quality service the contract specified.
Despite being pushy and overwhelming, his voice remains calm and steady, without hint of being smug or cocky. He seems to genuinely care about his assignment as your guardian angel. If only his means of getting to the point of safety were a tiny bit more subtle...
- What kind of changes we are talking about?
- First of all, we need to talk about locking the doors...
You spend entire morning on carefully explaining your schelude - or rather lack of one - to Hanson, along with your daily rituals and details about your job scheludes. Then you make a list of all possible suspects that could put a tail on you, which isn't terribly long and consists mostly of guessing it might be either some caravan runner or similar figure. Then try to describe said tail, failing at that utterly. Ultimately you inform that sheriff wasn't notified. The mercenary smiles on that notion.
- All the better for me.
- Look, let's make it very, very clear - You lean closer - I don't want anyone dead nor harmed, unless it will be absolutely necessary. Is that clear?
- Of course. Murderers end up on a noose anyway - He points out, but in the same time winks at you - And the last thing. I need to be officially hired as your aide.
- Do you know anything about engineering or running a business?
- Not exactly. But I'm good with numbers
- How's that?
- I can provide a mortar solution while under fire - He says drily, somehow not making it sound like a boast, despite still boasting - And it will hit exactly on the target, not harming anyone else. I honestly doubt accounting can be harder than that. Besides, my first and foremost task is to provide protection. A good front is all that's needed for that.
- We'll have to visit the Railroads offices for that.

>>3801429
>Start the day with just that, everything else will unfold later
>No rush at all until board meeting in three days
>Head toward workshops first
>Postpone everything until noon, when survey report should be ready
>Visit the Gleaners Guild
>Try to plan your day first, then act on it with your bodyguard [Write-in, up to 3 "sub-actions"]
>Other [Write-in]

>>3801432
>Start the day with just that, everything else will unfold later

>>3801432
>>Start the day with just that, everything else will unfold later

>>3801440
>>3801448
>Start the day with just that, everything else will unfold later

- Come on, pack up
Hanson is not amused. After spending so much time explaining in detail the importance of scheludes, he all but says aloud a remark how his precautions fall to deaf ears. But he still grudgingly goes on the hike to the offices of the company. On site, you greet the secretary, then get to HR tiny office. Somehow it's even smaller than the Accounting department. You inform the man inside how badly need an entourage in form of "young talent" like Keith Hanson and soon all three of you are filling different forms to make that hire official, along with the necessary clearances.
- One more thing... Do you mind?
You ask the HR guy, while leaning over his desk to the pile of pre-typed documents. You fish out the correct form and put it in front of the merc.
- Confidentially agreement? - He's clearly surprised
- What? You were expecting you are going to just walk around and listen? You are here to help me, not yourself with all the data.
He signs the weaver without even reading more than headlines.
- I thought mutual trust was a given here.
- Not after your morning stunt. And not with the type of informations I'm dealing with. So let's see...
All the files and paperwork for hiring your new assistant on the employment of the Railroad and with absolutely token pay are collected back, sorted and placed in correct spots within the HR bureau. You leave the office without even acknowledging the man managing remaining documents.
- Let's make another thing clear. This company operates on a stock market. Amd you like it or not, a lot of things simply can't be talked about from its inner working, unless you plan to actively lead to a panic. That's why you sign off the confidential. And I honestly doubt even Blue Hounds would be capable of covering the damage an accidental slip of information can cause, even if harmless by itself.
- I guess we finally have a common language - He nods - Being bound to rules, just of different type and caliber. Now please, Director Collins, tell me you've got rest of the day planned.

>Of course [Write-in, up to 3 "sub-actions"]
>Workshop is nearby, check out how things are going
>Find if the survey report already arrived
>Other [Write-in]

>>3801816
>Find if the survey report already arrived
If you want a gender vote, you can ask whether our hero will use a male or female toilet.

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>>3801889
>whether our hero will use a male or female toilet.
I honestly doubt this is helpful.

>>3801889
Supporting

>>3802087
Surely you can figure it out?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9cP8Rg4jth0

>>3801816
>Of course
>1. Workshop is nearby, check out how things are going
>2. Find if the survey report already arrived
>3. Visit the Gleaners Guild