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Junko does not complain when you slip next to her, and resume your tryst where it left off last night. You get the impression that she's listening while you talk, but her brain hasn't fully woken up yet. After a short delay, she says, "yeah, that so…
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You see the eyelids of the droid flicker as it works through the early phases of boot-up — initialization, system tests, and calibrations. "I've waited what feels like an eternity already, Jasper — what's a few more moments?" She chimes in, with no …
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The corner of Nimitz' lip curls into a smirk at your touch; and while he's not able to jump out of a dive as quickly as you can, you can see his chip has started the process of waking him. His eyes are focused on some distant point, and his body rem…
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Tae considers the question for a moment before shaking his head, "(I am ok. Thank you, Tao. I am completely sated...)" He bows respectfully, forgetting that he has a little bit of tea left in his cup, and it spills on the floor. "(Shit,)" he mumble…
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Dolby grins wide. You can see some flickers of light in his retina, as he flips through some UI screens before answering you. "Birdies were real vague... Said you was magic. I bet you've got some deep source, and girl, I want whatever you're sellin'…
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Harpo waves a hand, and shakes his head as his words catch up to his thoughts. "You know me! I just like to wander while I do my nightly dive — I distinctly remember being somewhere near a fountain? I don't really know... I was on autopilot to get m…
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Harpo seems pleasantly surprised that you received him so well. You can hear some haptic feedback clicking in his old-model neural interface. You have a feeling he's sending word back to the home base... Either way, his high-pitched old voice answe…
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Dolby rubs his beard, cig in hand, and shakes his head. "Nah, sai... Those blackbox gigs? Amateur hour. Script kiddies, rehashin' yesterday's kicks with yesteryear's name. Not for me." He takes another drag of his cig, then offers it to you. "Littl…
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Luu makes a pained expression, and waffles on responding for a minute before finally admitting, "maybe if I was on the clock, so Strobe wouldn't get all pissy..." It's obvious she knows what comes next, though, as she stands from the table, looking …
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The rendered visage of your home AI pops on the screen, and bows apologetically, "at once, Sai Utemaki." The wallscreen goes dark, immediately. Junko is out cold and doesn't react when you get out of bed — she had a busy night, after all. Tae Hyun…
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Dolby reaches into his jacket, pulls out an e-cig, and takes a long draw off it. "I was thinkin' exactly that, Havana," he sings your name, holding that second "a" for a moment. "SegFault was bangin' tonight, you think? Coulda sworn you was workin'.…
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It sounds like you make a decent wage off your jam, and your lifestyle is low cost. The majority of your work probably nets you 2-cred; but occasionally a job will come along requiring your unique "situation", and that will net you 3-cred. Sound goo…
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The golden sun hangs low in the sky, cornering the small hamlet of GATE-VII against a massive concrete wall, which has been caked with a thousand tags, sandblasted clean, and tagged a thousand times more. A bar sits at the foot of this wall, in fron…
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Wot should have been a nice fekin' night of drinkin' and celebratin' the fact that we survived the Irons gettin' leveled, has turned into a fekin' shiteshow. I follow Fleece upstairs, barring the door to the VIP lounge behind me once we're in, and s…
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Fekin' blazed, is wot this is... I sigh, defeated that Marigold would run off with that horse's arse when he'd happily kill Fleece for gettin' close Marigold, given how close she and Sierra were. Given that Gloriana might turn around and tell him t…
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OOC: Spending hold 2: What does Mot intend to do?
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The whole ordeal is over so quickly, I barely had any time to process it. My eyes are thin slits as he talks, and I don't answer any of his questions. When I finally piece together that he's trying to put on an act, I relax a little — but I'm still …
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I look to Fleece, confused, "Terrorize Sierra? His fekin' people are in more danger than she is — wot the fek should he care about Sierra's role in this? It's your life on the line, not hers!" My eyes betray my pain, maybe even a hint of jealousy th…
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At first, I don't follow. I watch him nod over at Fleece, and wonder who the hell would want her dead. Then he says Sierra's name, and a flash of anger fills my eyes. Gloriana. "That blazin' piece of shite witch..." I grind my teeth, trying to cal…
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Reading Mot. Roll+Sharp. (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 3, 6. Total: 10)
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Wot the fek is this, then? I put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. Once Marigold has a grip on him, I let him go. "Mot was about to tell us what happened up at the Fat Man's place — sounds like shite went south, bad." I kick a chair in his directi…
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"A fight at the Fat Man's?" I echo, dubious of the claim. "We spent the last day with the doors closed, settin' up shop — I ain't seen nobody. You asked the girls? Fleece was out and about... Maybe she saw someone? Wot's this shite about a fight at …
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I spend some time digging barrels out of the junk pile we made, and setting 'em up to collect the rainwater. Then I spot Mot and his crew come rollin' in, and I make my way over to 'em. "Fekin' hell, Mot, you look like shite on a stick! Wot happene…
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I make my way over to Fleece, all smiles, and slip an arm around her. "Hey Lovely," I croon, just before the thunder cracks overhead. I almost didn't recognize the sound of rain on the roof... I thought maybe a bomb went off, and debris was landin' …
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OOC: Bow-chicka-bow-wow. Roll+Hot. (Highlighted) (Rolled: 2d6+3. Rolls: 5, 5. Total: 13)
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I reach over and grab his arm, to stop him. "Ah, ah, boyo — it don't count unless it's hard, right?" I look over to Rufe, and wink, "Well go on and help the poor boy, then? He just needs a bit of convincin', I think." She best move on this — if they…
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I shake my head and kick the chair I was saving for Fleece in his general direction. "Rufe here don't believe me when I say you've got a footlong sausage — I bet her a month's pay she was wrong. Make me some jingle."
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I follow her eyes over to Vincent, and raise an eyebrow. "D'you know Vince ain't been with a lady since fek knows when? Poor cooker's too busy chasin' after his boys to even think about it..." I crane my neck, and flag him down. "Oy! Vince! Over her…
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Well, well, well... Here's a proposition I never thought I'd be forced to reckon with... I ain't "with" folks exclusively very often, but when I am, I tend to lose my appetite for sleepin' around. I don't wanna douse the flame in her, though. That w…
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OOC: Reading Rufe. Roll+Sharp. (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 4, 3. Total: 8)