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>>4885508
You leave behind the warmth of the facility's metal innards. You emerge into the chill of the Pillar's observatory deck.

“O-overseer?” Casey presses closer to your body. The little Drone is shivering, but you hardly register her presence or the terrible cold.

Far above and very faintly, the glimmering of stars against the night sky. The same stars you’ve seen before, in a time so long ago that it seems like the rudiments of a dream. The memory is as unreachable as the stars. Stars? Buried below the Surface, under the earth, still deeper? Something like stars then, or nothing at all like stars, shining lustily, coolly, strangely.

You remember to breathe. You look down.

Night, perpetual night. Then there was the City, choked by fumes and blazing with light. Below you, the skyline changes and teeters, ordered rows struggling to define themselves as if it were all on the crazed blueprints of an architect, drawn, erased, drawn again atop the remnants. The City shifts. Smoke continues to obscure its streets. Along the horizon, the grand silhouettes of towers rise immeasurably and infinitely tall.

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>>4885520
And further down the deck, standing in front of an unguarded edge of the building -

"Ho! What brings you out here tonight, Overseer?" Ed waves. His suit is in shambles, his tie is undone, and is that a trace of lipstick on his cheek?

"S-salutations." You resist the urge to tut at his appearance. "S-simply taking a breather, stretching my legs, Ed. T-talking with Casey." She is still right beside you, shivering and smiling.

"Just the two of you... Something like a date then?" Ed rubs his stubbled chin as he considers you and Casey. He smirks. "Interesting pick for a woman. She's got a face fit for advertising, that's for sure." He studies you both for another moment and chuckles despite himself, as if amused by some grand, unseen joke.

"A-and what are you doing up here Ed?"

"Enjoying myself, what else?” He adjusts his tie, futilely. “You know, you have a look about you. Awed, dazed. Trying to remember something?"

"P-perhaps you can say that." You've been here once, this high up, deja-vu. Or it's the feeling of realizing your arrival at the subject of a postcard or a painting, the sensation of history pressing down upon the conscious mind. Or perhaps its the nausea of being this high up. You are really high up, in fact. You sidestep away from the edge.

"Just forget it, man. Bad memories catch up to you quick when you're in that mood." The smile runs away from his face. "Not only just memories. This City - she don't forget things too easy.”

"A-and that's supposed to mean?"

"Nothing at all. I just heard it from speaking to old folk." Ed coughs. The flask appears in his hand. "It's good to stop dwelling on things, just let them drift away. I'll be seeing you around, Mr. Big Man."

Ed pivots around and takes a step into the open air.

You rush to the edge. Leaning over the side, you try to snatch a glimpse of his rapidly descending form. Ed gives a quick glance behind him and continues his stride down the side of the Pillar. Gravity, scorned.

To your side, a sign sternly warns against leaving footprints on the windows.

Time for a little night air.
>Talk to Casey. (About what?)
>Follow Ed. He can't be walking all the way down; it would take entire days (nights?) to cover that distance.
>Explore the area thoroughly. Retail stores, restaurants, a few, telltale signs of human habitation.
>You'd rather not go far at all. The idea of doing paperwork from the catalog before bed weighs heavily on the paper-pushing Clerk part of your brain, as survival does on the primal lizard portion.
>Write in.

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>>4885542
I woke up from my 11-day nap. Was good.

>>4885542
>Explore the area thoroughly. Retail stores, restaurants, a few, telltale signs of human habitation. Talk to Casey about the previous overseers and what she might know about them while doing so.
Nice to finally see you again. Might as well try to know our surroundings in case of SHENAGIANS.

>>4885508 (OP)
AW SHIT WE'RE BACK

>>4885542
>(Remember to question Ed regarding his little 'escapade' later.)
>Explore the area thoroughly. Retail stores, restaurants, a few, telltale signs of human habitation.
>Talk to Casey about the previous overseers and what she might know about them while doing so.
>(Contemplate Ed's words. You and Casey, huh...? On a date, and perhaps...?)
We back, analysis shit will be hopefully caught up tomorrow. Thought of adding to scream after Ed in >>4885609 initially, but decided against it as the Pillar is home to more than just us. And who knows how far voices carry or echo in this wind and through this enduring metal and rock?

>>4885614
Aww, what, you don't want to wake up the clowns? They're totally not going to honk you.

>>4885619
Even clowns need their beauty sleep. While we're out here, I would rather we leave these mystery goons to theirs. I hope we have a theatrical make-out session with Casey here with this cool view. I wonder who Ed scored with before we showed up.

>>4885629
> I wonder who Ed scored with before we showed up.
If it was a girl, the possibilities are A/F/I unless I'm missing someone.

>>4885636
We need to hire more regular employees and a couple expendable drones (not to be confused with the inexpendable drone we're with right now). We're seriously lacking in women characters. This makes me wonder how many similar 'escapades' the employees do while off-shift. This makes me wonder how many similar 'escapades' past Overseers engaged in.

>>4885641
We should probably put in a note when buying the handful of new employees like "hey can one of them be a girl" in case an abnormality reacts differently to women (like Final Flash). Also probably a lot. I ain't going to question it as long as they get their job done. Though thinking about it is making me think of some horribly cursed shit involving the three stooges we have (K, L, and M)

>>4885643
I like the note idea, we should remember that for when we do the catalog for today's end. Well when they can die any day, that usually gets people into that sort of thinking and/or mood; which would explain why dystopias like Lobotomy Corp's City and other similar settings still have many people around and living, in spite of the very real extreme mortality rate and absurd situations happening daily. And the horribly cursed shit you're thinking is BnP, isn't it?

>>4885651
BnP? Also I mean, hey, if you're going to end up like Employee D, J, or R...you're gonna want to get some action before you bite it. Honestly I'm shocked we've only had two deaths and one abnormality transformation so far. I was totally expecting to fuck up more.

>>4885658
Boku no Pico, my dude
We haven't fucked up more because we have the power of creativity, write-ins, and autism at our side. Let's not lose that at any point. Besides that, I get the feeling once we exit the early game in several more shifts, the more HE/Lamedh and WAV/ALEPH/Bet class anomalies requiring sacrifices or more esoteric/weird/symbolic things or worse we get, the more that will force our hands playing this quest and managing everything. Ultimately, massive multi-post updates are what this quest will require of the QM as we become the based manager having almost everybody working or doing something every hour on the hour... or cause us to slowly incur penalties for overworking our employees, unlike Lobotomy Corp. I get the feeling R-Company's advice of "taking breaks" will bite us full force later on...

>>4885547
UPDATE THE PASTEBIN
https://pastebin.com/LsQ2XJDr

>>4885674
With?
Also, writing in 30 min.

>>4885676
Yeah I'm gonna have to make a list of things for that later too. Right now, I'm just glad you're back.

>>4885668
inb4 we have to deal with Infinity at some point. Only the QM will get that, probably. Beyond that, I am deadly afraid and curious what future abnormalities we'll get. Will they be assholes like Final Flash or cool dudes like Occupied!. Or just weird pianos.

>>4885700
I think we can stop typing in spoiler tags now, dude. What's this "Infinity" thing you're talking about? What's the big deal with it, whatever it is? As for future anomalies, we can look at Lobotomy Corp and SS13 for some examples, but ultimately we cannot rely on external media to know what we're gonna get. We can only extrapolate or use as slight hints/guidelines for dealing with whatever the QM has come up with for this quest. That's how it should be, anyhow

>>4885708
Pft. Sorry. Anyways, for the pastebin, the only tweaks I have in mind is changing Occupied! status from Active to Decommissioned. Don't really have much else to say until we see the next posts.

Also Infinity is just a silly reference to a LISA fangame.

Glad to be back, fellow anons, QM. It is I, phoneposter extraordinaire. Looking forward to our future adventures in our wonderful facility with our wonderful employees. I wonder how QM will handle the ever-increasing amount of content he (she?) will have to put out.
I'll support this btw >>4885614

>>4885969
Eh, just use he, that's what most people assume anyways. Also that's kinda the deal you get when you invoke Lobotomy Corporation. You end with like, what, 44 of the abnormalities at the end of the game?

>>4885973
Well, yeah, but he can't just copy game mechanics 1:1, or else he'd have a lot on his hands. I feel like when we acquire Epiphanies, anomalies tend to be neutralized or decommissioned. Maybe that's how he'll keep things running smoothly, by only ever making us deal with a few anomalies at a time while we turn them into Epiphany gear?

>>4886063
That's kinda what I assume as well. Though we only have two instances of Epiphany tomfuckery, one of them transformed the abnormality and the other decommissioned it. So it's usually one of those two.
I looked at the pastebin and noticed this little thing
> A CHRYSALIS (MOCKERY)
Interesting!

This is an interesting quest thus far. While I lack the meticulous analytical autism of some Anon's present, I am still nosy and opinionated and feel I need to share a few ideas I have right now.

1: We need to hire more expendable manpower that we can use to either process PRODUCT or interact with new Anomalies without losing valued employees. Already brought up before in this thread, but it bears repeating.

2a: Appointing Casey as the Head of Medical due to her cheerful disposition and her previous experience with body handling was a tactically sound choice at the time, but we've since come to the realization that she is completely inept at her actual job of being a Doctor. The purchase of the Auto-Surgeon went some ways to rectify this, but it isn't enough to negate her complete lack of actual medical experience. Acquisition of Medical Textbooks should therefore be high priority, and any bodies we happen to 'procure' during shifts should be placed in Cold Storage if at all possible to allow her to study human anatomy without us having to volunteer someone to be her test subject.

2b: Employee U should be taken under consideration for employment under Casey as the company Psychologist, to keep Sanity loss of other Employees to a minimum. A wheelchair should be procured posthaste to aid in transporation of Employee U, and we should look in to if it is possible to restore use of at least his torso, as it would boost productivity considerably.

3: Regarding Anomaly "Rigorous Lessons from an Absent Teacher", we have established that it is sentient to some degree and will respond to certain speech and stimuli. Specifically, playing it well will generate a large quantity of E-Energy, while playing it poorly purposely or smashing the keys randomly and discussing music it deems inferior leads to hostility and it potentially sapping E-Energy from us. What I suggest for the next shift is a different approach altogether from our current modus operandi of this anomaly. Instead of sending in Employee E to play, I suggest we attempt an experiment where we try and see if the Piano would react positively to teaching someone how to play it. Therefore I suggest we put out a general message over the PDA, or by a note in the break room that reads:

>>4886293
>"Wanted for work with Anomaly 'Rigorous Lessons from an Absent Teacher' - Management is currently looking for 2-3 interested individuals to work closely with aforementioned anomaly in a controlled experiment that will take the form of formal Piano lessons. The requirements for this position are as follows:

> - No or Minimal previous experience with the Piano.
> - A genuine interest in learning to play the Piano.

>The first requirement is flexible to a point, the second is not. I appreciate your understanding of this, and sincerly hope those who are not truly interested in learning will refrain from applying. Signed, Thirteen"

I don't believe having people that aren't serious about actually learning to play the Piano partake in this experiment, the Piano might react unfavourably if the intention to learn isn't genuinely there. If we can get three interested people, we can run a rotating schedule of students for the Piano and have it be worked constantly during a shift, and we will also be able to study how the E-Energy collection differs as the students gain profficency in playing and how the Piano reacts to those who either excell at learning or fall behind the curve.

That's about it for now, and damn did that third point drag on. I'll go back to lurk mode now, but I'll pop back up if I feel we're overlooking something.

>>4886293
>>4886297
>Acquisition of Medical Textbooks should therefore be high priority, and any bodies we happen to 'procure' during shifts should be placed in Cold Storage if at all possible to allow her to study human anatomy without us having to volunteer someone to be her test subject.
Sound choice, actually, might as well live with our horny choice and actually try to get her to learn how to be the Head of Medical. Might be hard due to her being a drone but hey. Also we can let her study our anatomy if you know what I'm saying :^)
>Employee U should be taken under consideration for employment under Casey as the company Psychologist, to keep Sanity loss of other Employees to a minimum. A wheelchair should be procured posthaste to aid in transporation of Employee U, and we should look in to if it is possible to restore use of at least his torso, as it would boost productivity considerably.
He's already in Medical Department as an employee but I do wonder if the Autosurgeon can possibly staple him back together or if he's just permanently fucked. I do want to at least make him able to be more than a pile of potatoes that can deconstruct your mental issues
>I suggest we attempt an experiment where we try and see if the Piano would react positively to teaching someone how to play it.
I doubt it's going to react any differently, probably will still hit the employees with wires, but I do think getting people besides E to work on it is a good idea. If only because (let's be honest with ourselves) he might shoot us in the face if we keep bullying him with it. If your theory does work out, it would be excellent from an E-Energy standpoint.

>>4886304
>He's already in Medical Department as an employee
Ah, I see. I remember there being a prompt where a work order was refused because they were visiting him, but I couldn't recall if we had officially assigned him to Medical, so I decided to mention it just in case.

>Also we can let her study our anatomy if you know what I'm saying :^)
I'm sorry Anon, the study she'll be performing on us will not be transferable to her work in the medical field. Unless holding the patients hand or giving them headpats can close wounds and re-attach limbs.

>>4886293
Welcome to the group, anon. I quite like your ideas!

>>4886293
>>4886297
Welcome to the quest, my dude. Have you been caught up? Thoughts on the characters and anomalies and whatever else you want to talk about?
>1
I agree. More people required.
>2a
Asking JEFF for textbooks is another thing on that damn to-do list I need to write up one of these days. Seeing as "nobody is buried anymore", we can try to recover dead employee corpses from here on out for anatomy practice for Casey and others. Though this does bring up the question of "what if we can get no recoverable employee corpses due to how competent we are and the anomalies that kill people not letting us have a body to recover?"
>2b
Wheelchair and nerve restoration should be something to look into later. If only we could score an anomaly that could do JoJo Part 8 Rokakaka style equivalent exchange, or something else restorative and beneficial when used right...
>3
An MO change is worth attempting, if only to see what happens. This would also make it so the employees are engaged in a constructive manner and one that earns us easy energy to boot.

>>4886072
> A CHRYSALIS (MOCKERY)
Is that the iron maiden without any spikes or death-parts inside? The narration did not say "Epiphany obtained: A CHRYSALIS" when we got IRON IMAGO, so I figure there's more to this "decommissioned" status than it appears. It's not a case of "you somehow reached a balance and scored both Epiphanies at once from the same anomaly". Funnily enough, the use of "decommissioned" reminds me of Codename: Kids Next Door.

>>4886063
>only ever making us deal with a few anomalies at a time while we turn them into Epiphany gear?
Caveat is if we have too few anomalies left to farm energy from because we turned too many into Epiphany gear too fast. What will help us farm energy efficiently then? Surely there's a fallback mechanic the QM has up his sleeve for a hypothetical situation like that?

>>4887138
Future anomalies will probably just produce a lot more energy. And/or have a lot of conditions to it’s epiphanies.

In regards to the Mockery Epiphany, if it isn’t the executioner device might be able to use it for the Enforce Law portion of Final Flash. Giving it the Death Sentence for its crimes. If Chrysalis is the device, I don’t want to use it, seeing as I don’t think we can risk two anomalies fusing together or something.

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>>4887138
>>4887153
Screwed up. Meant to indicate that you manifested one Epiphany, cannot now acquire the other. Update is coming soon, had a meeting with former classmates.

>>4887177
Thanks for the clarification, Heart. Hope it’s with former classmates you like.

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>>4885562
>>4885614
>>4885969
>Explore the area thoroughly.
>Talk to Casey about the previous overseers and what she knows.

Ed turns a sudden angle and vanishes. You idly wonder about the sort of girl he was fooling around with earlier.

“C-casey?” You turn to the Drone.

“Ov-vers-seer~” Casey chatters. She isn't taking the cold as well as you can. You think about the best way to resolve this. Undo the button, bring her underneath? No, the coat’s form prevents that. Hold her closer? The two of you are equally freezing. Hmm…

In the end, you simply undress and dump the entire long coat onto Casey. A muffled sound of gratitude emits from underneath the folds.

Bored into the titanic walls of the Pillar is a humble alcove, where a small convenience store nests. An old man is reading his newspaper behind the counter.

“G-good evening.” A grunt of acknowledgment, the turn of a page.

Displayed in neat rows, snack cakes, candies, chocolates, junk food in all shapes in sizes, brought to YOU, discerning customer, by the most wonderful C Company, as the outrageously colored labels boast. Though, you haven’t been particularly hungry lately. Or at all.

You realize that you haven’t felt a single tremor of hunger since you were hired. Like realizing the loss of a scar, something so familiar, so intimate, so entirely human is suddenly gone.

“C-casey.” You try to quell the disquiet in your mind. “W-what do you know about the facility’s previous Overseers?”

“Welllllllll, I just joined P Company a few days ago. This is my first time being out of my home Sector and I am super excited to be working here!” The smile falters. “So I, uh, don’t know anything about the Overseers. Besides you, of course!”

“N-noted.”

There is a filthy mound of rags by the base of a nearby staircase. Calloused hands jut out and the sleeping form makes itself known. Were it not for the meticulously cleaned bell by his side and the deliberate placement of curios on an equally ragged mat, you would have taken this one for a vagrant.

“Oh! Oh!” Casey detaches herself from your arm. “Look at this nice rooooooound frying pan! Look at its perfect circumference, this heroic little manufacture! Woah! Is that a can of peaches! And I thought that -”

At the edge of your vision. Turn, now.

Above and across the walkway, a figure stands in front of a metal column. The lights of the City shift – in an illuminated flash, the tint of plastic and the sense of a challenge. The Ghoul quietly moves out of view.

You rub your eyes as Casey continues to oh-and-ah through the wares. The catalogs, the Ghouls… At least this guy is resting soundly, even with Casey occasionally prodding him.
>Buy something from the convenience store. (Casey has $30. But in this sort of economy…)
>Ring the bell. Prepare to haggle. (Best of three rolls.)
>Something with Casey..?
>PAPERWORK, PAPERWORK! Return home.
>Write in.

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>>4887211
Because of space limitations:
>Explore the Pillar further. You only walked a few yards from the elevator, after all.

>>4887211
Lives are ephemeral in this world, and in our business they are positively fleeting. If we buy her something here now and then when, not if, Casey dies... Thirteen is gonna keep that in his office as a sad memento. But that's life, isn't it? What do we even buy for her, and from which of these? Will our money even be enough "in this sort of economy" as the option says? And how much time do we have left out here before the paperwork call is too much for us to ignore anymore? Enough for something with Casey, at least?

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>>4887250
Even 20 or so years after his Clerk job, Thirteen really likes sleeping, especially getting enough of it. Catalog paperwork is rather annoying to get through, and his neurosis is amusing.

>>4887250
>>4887262
In other words, save time before bed to do your homework.
The bo3 is for wares on display.

>>4887348
The convenience store and the hobo shopkeep aren't going anywhere. We can leave them be. I guess we should act like our time out here is limited then, because it is.

>>4887211
>(Remember these for later. The employees must have known these were here before, right? Or is it only Ed?)
>Something with Casey...?
Get her near the cool view, ask her her thoughts on you, mention the Ed thing, ask her what she wants to do, go from there? I'm not good at romance stuff

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>4887211
>Ring the bell. Prepare to haggle. (Best of three rolls.)
Hey, if the AI calls us a bagel boy or whatever, we might as well act like one. d100 as per usual, right?

>>4887373
D100 for circumstance/fortune rolls, yes. Thanks for reminding me to clarify. Nice roll by the way.

>>4887367
Eh, ya know what, fair enough. Might as well do this instance. Damn. Jew mode deactivated.

>>4887177
Ah yes. The man of two talents.

>>4887138
>Caveat is if we have too few anomalies left to farm energy from because we turned too many into Epiphany gear too fast. What will help us farm energy efficiently then? Surely there's a fallback mechanic the QM has up his sleeve for a hypothetical situation like that?
Mind you, not every case of Epiphany gear has resulted in the abnormality falling apart. Need I remind you about Somewhere in Nevada --> The Red Connection?

>>4887424
I have no idea what I’m doing.

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>>4887424
In options, anon. dice+1d100

>>4887424
>>4887428
well I suppose if you're doing this as well, I'll stand by my original action (but maybe ask Casey about what she wants the most more than anything in the shop while doing so) Anyways, you put the dice+1d100 in options

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>4887431
Thank you, please ignore my critical reading failure.

> Ring the bell. Prepare to haggle. (Best of three rolls.)

>>4887432
So we're going to prepare to haggle and ask Casey what she wants the absolute most? As long as we can do the Casey moment with the view right here, it'll be okay

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>4887211
changing vote from >>4887367 to
> Ring the bell. Prepare to haggle. (Best of three rolls.)
this motherfucker in >>4887437 scored a 92, but we still have a third roll open

>>4887437
>>4887439
HAHA, my previous two fuckups turned out to be me spending my bad luck! Time to smile at the hobo into giving us Extreme Discounts!

>>4887439
We're a totally not loxgoblin. It's in our blood to haggle while headpatting a tiny drone

>>4887403
We should still have plenty of anomalies to work for energy we need, in addition to other problems like outside raids and who knows what

>>4887452
When/if any Jewish mysticism happens, JEFF can have us handle it directly. Besides, the haggling is for Casey's sake and not ours.

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>4887348

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Update... where?

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>>4890220
Don't worry, I'm sure Thirteen is just our haggling for some Milk and Cigarettes. He'll be back soon...


R-right...? He'll be back, right?

>>4890220
In our hearts. I'm burning time by thinking on unique ways of interacting with abnormalities and/or kissing Casey.

>>4890244
I know one of the is the Red Connection with the Final Flash, and I suggested using the executioner device from Occupied! but what others do you think would work? I have a weird, convoluted idea of turning The Crook in to something like The Sheriff and having them arrest Final Flash, but that sounds like a Pipe Dream Plan.

>>4890274
>the Crook into something like The Sheriff to arrest Final Flash
That is one hell of a pipe dream, I will admit that. Also the executioner device from Occupied! is empty, no? I do wonder how big it is for potential tomfoolery.

In Limbo is the one I'm the most interested in, personally. Solely because the one time we (barely) worked on it, it gave 1 energy. Despite us not even really working on it in the F.E.E.D (plus C) work order.

>>4890282
Let's prod In Limbo once the next shift start. Maybe watch some TV with it.

>>4885508
QM, i really love this quest, and the start of this thread especially, it gives us a view of what we are missing out on, but also what we're working for. This shit is great.

I got a short story based in this universe in the works, from the eye of an employee of a previous overseer.

>>4893118
Remember to proofread and edit your own work! Post it here when you're done?

>>4893163
Yup! Definitely will, not on pastebin tho cause i don't trust it after it deleted a lot of shit without a warning. This is a small project to help deal with a depression slump, practice for a quest i want to write (which i wont shill), and cause i genuinely love this quest and its charm.

>>4893118
Ohhh, that sounds really cool anon! In the pastebin there's a link to a Google docs that you could post it on. Here's the pastebin, in case you don't have it: https://pastebin.com/LsQ2XJDr

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>almost a full week since last QM post in >>4887431
No, bros... It can't be...

>>4895545
Il can't believe he died from the QM curse....

Guys I've got some insider scoop.

OP is only pretending to be retarded right now. He is currently enamoured with a certain somewhat underground video game and does not have the focus required. He will be back, and soon!

>>4896146
Proof?

>>4896171
I mean, the dude literally has his gmail in the pastebin. We could've pestered him via that.

>>4896146
>a certain somewhat underground video game
Which game is it?

>>4896176
I thought about it, but... It didn't feel right somehow. Hey, I may actually just go and shoot the shit with him now that someone else's done it.

You wake from your cryopod and stretch your back, popping a couple of joints in the process.
Checking the clock on the wall (Analogue, cause of course they would cheap out on that) you get ready for another day in the Facility.

It takes a couple of minutes, eating some slop from one of the pipes ||Don't think about it, Don't think about it, Don't think about it||, making sure your company issue suit doesn't have too many stains or wrinkles, and grabbing your assigned epiphany from the box you put it into.
You put the yellow rose faintly smelling of bleach into your breast pocket and hope to last till payday.

Just 5 more days, and you get your overseer assigned off day. That is if you don't get sent to the production room before that.

Dispelling that chain of thought, you wander out from the dormitory to the common room.

"S'up sleepyhead, another day in Paradise eh?." Greets employee E, you haven't bothered to remember their name yet, but their even sarcastic optimism seems misplaced to you, maybe you are as much a party pooper as Employee Gerard says. "Service Head came by an hour ago with your assigned places for the day, you got the medical department, and containment cell 2. Hope you got a mask or something."

Your reply is swift, if not the most eloquent.
"Yeah, yeah, see you."
Nailed it.

After a quick jaunt to the broom closet (that actually doesn't contain any brooms), you stand at the ready, mop raised high, rubber suit covering you, and with an empty bucket in your other hand.
Not for long that is, heroic pose done, you start off with the first agenda of the day, cell 2.

On the way there you notice the acquisition team hauling in something new to the elevator down. You don't mind it. It's not your problem for now, and hopefully ever...

Anyway, at the heavy duty cell door you input your janitorial codes and enter into the room containing a small garden of beautiful flowers, and all of the walls covered in a mildly acidic green sludge.
You take up your trusted mop and... put it down, first gotta get rid of the ooze covered bones and detritus left from the feeding.

It takes a half hour of heavy labour, dragging skeletal carcasses of various mutated animals out of the room, and throwing them into the nearest incinerator chute, but you manage, thankfully none of the flowers tried to grab you and the rubber of the suit is apparently rated for gourmand ghoul acid.

Having done that, you grab the little yellow flower, aim it at the mop bucket, and squeeze sending a steady stream of dilute bleach into it.
It would make for a cool party trick, were it not liable to blind you.
Then again, Employee Q would deserve it, that prick.

You get to it, slowly cleaning the ooze off the walls and the floor, as not to disturb the more lively plants here, you wish they gave you more than fisticuffs when dealing with anomalies, cheap bastards.
That part takes the better bit of an hour, but by the end, the only place not spotless is the far end, where the flytraps reside.

Not going near that, no siree. Even with your flower and respirator you won't take your chances with those things. You've heard stories about those, and not the fun kind.

This part done, you head on to medical, after a quick wash off of the suit naturally. Don't want to get corrosive gunk and addictive pollen where the wounded are. Thankfully there's no-one in the elevator to comment on your appearance, hey the job ain't glorious, but you enjoy it.

On the path there you notice who you think is one of the expendables, he has pierce wounds through his limbs and is being dragged through the emergency entrance to Doctor 'Meatball', poor bastard.

Back to work cleaning then, you foresee a lot of blood in your future. Especially with how this place is run.

Naturally you start off with the hallway leading up here, thankfully if nothing else, you take pride in your work. Scrubbing blood, puke, and other fluids you prefer not to dwell on always puts you in a better mood somehow. You follow on through with the emergency access, the reception and the first aid area, stopping by the incinerator chutes to throw in one piece of trash or another.

You continue on through the bloody halls, the rubber clad hero that you are, generously spraying your flower on any surface you can. You don't get assigned to clean this place often, but you take it seriously when you so. It's a shame the other personnel don't share your enthusiasm for tidiness.

Cleaning out the patient rooms as always is an interesting experience, you see concussions, mangled limbs, blank stares, everything working here has to offer. At least the pay is good, and you aren't assigned to the lower levels. From what others say. It's all real bad mojo down there.

With the more sensitive areas left to medical staff, you head out into the hallway and start walking to the elevator up. You should now be free to...

The containment alarm starts blaring, the second sublevel hallway is bathed in red light. Oh hell.

S.O.P says to get into groups and barricade till it's over then await orders, if i run to the clinic i should be safe there. You can even see someone down the hallway, you're safe, wait.

Before you can acknowledge what you see, the anomaly leaps in your direction, with your brain caught up you drop the janitorial supplies you were still somehow holding and start running in the direction, but it's too late.

You feel a sharp stabbing pain in your legs, and you fall to the ground. You see blood burst out in front of you, followed by tendrils of plant like matter, which then head back around the flesh they just so easily penetrated and wrap around your ankles, pulling you towards the monster. You scream and fight but it's of no use, you just bloody the hallway.


The last thing old you feels is blinding light assault their soul. New you spreads the faith.


>Employee J
>Trait: Clean Freak (Enable ++, Deprive -)
>Trait: ??? (Not found)
>Status: Convert

>>4901117
>>4901122
>>4901128
>>4901131
Needs a lot of editing and polish, and English clearly isn't your first language nor is it your best language. Good start though. I hope the QM comes back and that this isn't a dead quest like so many others end up being.

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>>4887431
>10 days ago
It's over. Rest in peace.

>>4903315
We had a good run while it lasted, RIP

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>>4895545
>>4895733
>>4896146
>>4896867
>>4903315
>>4903365
Cataclysm Bright Nights, the better fork of Cataclysm Dark Days Ahead. You blokes deserve better. Running off like that for more than a week was irresponsible.

>>4901117
>>4901122
>>4901128
>>4901131
Don't switch from second to first person so abruptly.
Some of the descriptions are a bit clunky (such as the suddenly analyzed response to Employee E and the heroic pose) and careful about run-on sentences. Reading out loud is vital.
Just another day on the job, nice, nice.

>>4903699
Holy shit I was frankly expecting you to never return. It was mostly the radio silence that was bothering us. Most of us probably wouldn't care if you said "hey busy with something we'll be in a hiatus for a bit". Nice to see you around, though.

>>4903699
Happy to see you back Heart. Hope your games went well.

>>4903738
When you think you are ready to take on a kevlar hulk, you are not ready to take on a kevlar hulk. An entire week, gone! Almost done.

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>>4887211
>>4887437
>>4887442
>>4887559
> Ring the bell. Prepare to haggle.

With immense whimsy, you pluck the finger-sized bell and twirl it in the air. ring-a-ring-

https://youtu.be/_rLkKvbUf-Q (Ruby Quest OST - The Room Is Boring)

The ragged man’s fist almost knocks Casey upside the head as he rolls around and upright. You step forward as Casey flinches back.

“Mmmyessss. Ring, ring? Not longlegs.” He smacks his lips as he pushes himself up. “Pick me up and throw me down instead. Pillar-lengthwise, without warning. No squatters, no vagrants. Heeeehhheehhehe.”

“Hm.” Casey looks like she’s having second thoughts. “I don’t think you are a properly-certified vendor, Mister.”

"Ah, customers then! And have you been eating well?" His voice is sandpaper and gravel. There is a toothless smile under those wrappings, certainly.

"N-not at all. A-and you are one of us?"

"Ha! Ha! Nothing like that, my friend. Not precisely." He shifts upright and crosses his spindly legs, his hands gesticulating in a frenzy of demonstration. "I am Monday, the mutual friend, the trawling light in the deep, dark depths. The bearer of gifts and and love and joy for all. And you must be Twelve?"

"T-thirteen.” You take a gamble. “Y-you knew the previous Overseer?"

"Ah, the Warden. Bad for business, bad man. But the Captain, ah yes, fond days, the first days here. Oh Captain, my Captain, your fearful trip is done! Ha, ha!"

“M-man? T-twelve was a woman, according to our documents.”

Monday scratches himself, white flakes drifting off with each rub. “Four times four is..?”

“S-sixteen.”

“Wrong, wrong, very wrong numbers then.” He shakes his head and mutters. “People are numbered, like days. Mistaken, mistaken.”

"Wallow no more in fetid puddles of memory. I take cash, coin, credit, debit, merit, and the bitter, savory taste of your blood-water. Come, come, take a look."

>>4903753
Casey has $50. You have nothing currently.
>Sharpened rebar rods. Half of them are caked with blood. “Not from their previous owners." He winks. $5 each.
>A very round frying pan. It is filthy. “Round like the holes in the empty homes to crawl into. Gone, gone, but the pots remain.” $15.
>Square frying pans. Huh? “Very ordinary, so very ordinary that they bring tears for the mundane.” $4 each.
>Bottles of clear fluid, topped with rags. “Read the Greeks! The Greeks!” He almost shrieks. “Those hollow eyed fiends fear the illumination, the illumination of the mind, so I had to illuminate them! Those masks, those horrible masks! Can't leave an old man alone, those savages!” $7 each.
>Some sort of jury-rigged drilling contraption. “Sip from the heart of the world, the veins of the City, the vasculature of heaven! Replacement pipes not included, results not guaranteed.” Costs $50.
>A can of peaches in syrup. Hold on! Fruit, real fruit! Monday taps the can and whistles. “No lumps, bumps, all the bad sorts. Sunshine and taste inside, ho ho.” Costs a long drink from your veins.
>A heap of filthy rags. “Mine, mine, mine.” Costs $5 for each armful.
>A jar of… something squirming. “Mealworms.” $20.
>A pair of overused black dress shoes. “Gucci loafers! Not stolen!” $50.
>Other bric-a-brac items. (Write in.)
>Leave. (Where to?)
>Kick the shit out of him. What's he going to do? Call the police?

Hm. I rather not give some crazy hobo my fucking blood, so let's see what else we have. Here are the two possible choices for me.

>the jury-rigged drilling contraption (50$)

OR

>Two sharpened rebar rods (to give to employees for protection), $10
>The very round frying pan, $15
>and two weird bottles of clear fluid, $14

I'm leaning towards for the former, frankly, but the second would also be good if people wanna pick that.

>>4903758
Does he sell any... "Cute" accessories? Maybe buy something for Jeff too. What would he like? RAM extensions? Let's make sure to repay Casey once we're back.
Very happy to see you back HeartQM. I would also have appreciated a sign of life from you, but I'm just glad that you're doing well. Happy July 4th :)

>>4903699
YES YOU'RE STILL ALIVE THANK FUCK

>>4903758
backing >>4903831
I am, however, liking what >>4903767 is saying. I'd go for the square pan myself just because its cheaper and stranger.

>>4903848
The square pans aren’t strange, they’re very ordinary. The round one is the strange one.

>>4903758
While the Drill is tempting, I don't feel like spending all of our dates money on work related items. Ask him if he has any cutesy items like >>4903831 suggests, a scruffy Teddy Bear or the likes we can give to Casey. Also apologize to her afterwards for having her pay for our gift to her.

Maybe we get
>A very round frying pan (15$)
too, it would be a very effective defensive weapon if Tangled has taught me anything.

>>4903831
ya know, I want to see if he has like a small bow we can tie to Casey's head.

>>4903831
>>4903864
"Y-you have any... c-c-c-cute accessories?"

A furious shake of the head. Monday leans to the side and begins to hock up something.
>A slime coated ribbon. ... Monday stares at you. He has a sense of extreme pride in himself. $10.
>A oversized cockroach plushie. Filthy. "You!" He points to Casey. "You gave this to me! In a Beetleburger!" She shakes her head. "Too many of you!" He throws up his hands. $25.

>>4904093
>Slime Coated ribbon
>Oversized cockroach plushie
>A square frying pan
>A sharpened rebar rod
And a headpat on Casey's head for free.

>>4904093
>Ribbon ($10)
>Round Frying Pan ($15)

Take the Ribbon home, wash off the slime. Put it on Casey, followed by headpats. Yes, this is the good shit.
Round Frying Pan to be used as a non-lethal alternative to the Fire Axe.

>>4904101
Or just this, I suppose. The ribbon is really the important thing here.

>>4904103
I mean we could get more stuff, but I feel bad for using up all of Casey's money like this. Even if we're getting gifts for her.

>>4904105
Part of my jew brain wants all of the useful stuff but I think since this is TOTALLY NOT A DATE, sticking to Casey gifts is okay.

>>4904093
>>4903758
>Sharpened rebar rods. Half of them are caked with blood. “Not from their previous owners." He winks. $5 each. (Buy one)
>A slime coated ribbon. ... Monday stares at you. He has a sense of extreme pride in himself. $10.
>Bottles of clear fluid, topped with rags. “Read the Greeks! The Greeks!” He almost shrieks. “Those hollow eyed fiends fear the illumination, the illumination of the mind, so I had to illuminate them! Those masks, those horrible masks! Can't leave an old man alone, those savages!” $7 each. (Buy one)
>A oversized cockroach plushie. Filthy. "You!" He points to Casey. "You gave this to me! In a Beetleburger!" She shakes her head. "Too many of you!" He throws up his hands. $25.
Leaves us with $3 left. I want that fucking mystery fluid bottle. It calls to me. One rebar rod for weapons use, or construction purposes a la SS13. Then the ribbon and the cockroach plushie.

>>4904112
I'm an indecisive bastard today. Supporting this instead.

>>4904112
Works with me. Let's make sure to wipe the slime off the ribbon (preferably not on ourselves or our Drone friend) before giving it to her, and check the plushie for anything suspicious. All in all, a good shopping date!

>>4904112
support!

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>half a week before last QM post >>4904093
ITS OVER BROS

>>4909118
>>4909118
I can't believe the quest is dead again. Long Live the Quest.

>>4909118
>>4909159
I'll believe till the end (or page 10, whichever comes first)

>>4909613
>>4909159
One full week. Once you add it on top of the previous break in posting from the QM >>4903315, that's more than half a month gone. This leaves us at page 5 right now.

>>4912937
Let's hope and wait. I'll send an email later this week if there's still no word.

>>4913291
Well? WELL?!

>>4920934
frankly at this rate I might just run a lobotomy corp quest myself. Didn't want to do it because I was invested in this one but nearly two weeks is a long time to wait with no word.

>>4920939
Disappointing. I expected the QM to care more. I wonder if a serious accident happened to him, but then if it did and he lived, I would imagine he'd be considerate enough to mobilepost here from a hospital or someplace.

>>4920947
I can only really see three possibilities
1.) He got into an accident and doesn't have the ability to really type
2.) He flatout forgot (he did fuck off for nearly a week before being reminded of this game)
3.) He got bored and stopped wanting to run it and just kinda fucked off

It was good while it lasted, though.

>>4920952
>1
Could always happen.
>2
If I ever run a quest, I wouldn't let any vidya get in my way of running it.
>3
Flakes are irredeemable. If by the end of this thread he doesn't come back, I'll give up too.

>>4920934
No answer. Ah well.
>>4920947
He doesn't really OWE us anything, but that is a little disappointing. I just hope QM is alright, and I'll still be there if he ever changes his mind.

>>4920971
Eh. I think he at least owns us a "sorry I don't really have the motivation to keep running" or "sorry real life stuff got me by the nuts. don't have the spare time", at least.

>>4920939
>>4920947
>>4920952
>>4920964
>>4920971
>>4920972
I've slacked off badly previously and now there's family business. I was planning to apologize properly with an update. Just go home, anon. Sorry.

>>4921033
Real life comes first, always. What happens on some Japanese Shamisen Enthusiast Message Board is irrelevant in the grand scheme of things. Still, a shooting off a quick message at the end of the day to let people know what is going on is appreciated by most instead of a long silence. Hope your situation improves in the near future.

>>4921033
You're good, QM. I'm the one who sent the email, and real life does come first. Let's hope things get better for you!

>>4921033
Hang in there and keep us posted.

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>page 10
Well, that's all folks.

Archived
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Facility%20Management
See you next time, or wherever

>>4937635
Thank you anon, see you somewhere else on the board o7