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I barely glance at the engineering triumph that is the core. The grim mood is right on target. "That's what it does, it spreads. Lemme take a look." I'm pulling out bits from my own kit, scopoes, meters, packaged code.
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I keep pace, maybe push it a step or two faster. "Of course I do," I say confident, with a chip on my shoulder. I hope you stop being a bitch. "I hope all we're dealing with is kudzu, and not a stowaway or worse."
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I make a tsk sound at myself.. "Enigmas seduce, Captain, you're right." I straighten my back, "The approach is to get eyes and tools on a node, find all of its siblings, and wipe them out before they bloom. Peshkov's right about the exponential dang…
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I deep breathe through my nose to keep cool, a silent technique. I dunno exactly why Rajani doesn't like me- she doesn't strike me as a bigot, and I don't openly threaten her job. Maybe she's got the hots for me or I pissed her off and didn't know, …
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Google Drive folder PCs: Allevard King (Adam) Bai Tzeng (John) Jekintar Bézier (Mischa) Robynne Archebelloch (Jen) Xuan d'Aso (Dave)
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You know, I just might want to hitch a ride on this bird even if I didn't have to. She's pretty slick, moving and steering like a fish and she's just busting at the gills with bleeding-edge TXR tech. There's weaknesses to exploit, though. I've repor…
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Starship, Station, Grand Starship, Colony, City
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Hmm, looks like Admiral's table is full full. I'll see to the house or do side work until I see an opening.
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[OOC: Fingers in every pie. Roll+hot, marking XP.] (Rolled: 2d6+3. Rolls: 1, 3. Total: 7)
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I needlessly scan the room, pretending to take its pulse. "Give us some happy smut, Aug, my dear? Blue balls is bad for biz." I look at her, and flick my eyes quickly at Reisling. I raise my left shoulder a fraction of an inch while angling my head…
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[OOC: Rolling to help August, roll+Hx.] (Rolled: 2d6+3. Rolls: 4, 4. Total: 11)
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I squeeze Cigarette Girl's shoulder in solidarity, looking in her eyes. "I'm in the weeds too, sugar. Trust me, we're all going to get a cut if we do well today." As I move to bring August's table their order (August never pays for her potables and…
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If there's not enough bread, then their must be circuses. The music machine from hizzoner H to the M has been rather helpful in keeping people satisfied with the novelty of new music. But still it's like water for chocolate, or much luxe tune when y…
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testing white text Can you see this? Yes.
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[OOC, custom move choices: Goes right: You hired a few extra helpers for the Yacht Club and your staff is keeping up with food and drink orders, keeping the throng happy and the jingle flowing Goes very wrong: Admiral is covering the bets with Saf…
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[OOC: Start of session move. Roll+hot. Marking XP.] (Rolled: 2d6+3. Rolls: 2, 1. Total: 6)
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This was some years back. I had taken a lover, a firebrand from the duels. And o, were we happy. O the sparks and lightning! There was another, a jealous one, who felt scorned and rebuked when I did not show affection. After all, I was off the mark…
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SeaTac, I fear there are rough waters ahead. Stay Sharp.
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August, Do not think that you are less. Stay Sharp. And if you would do me the honor of a reciprocal highlight?
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Bon knows me better, an she may not yet realize. [Your establishment provides for your day-to-day living, so while you’re open for business, you need not spend barter for your lifestyle at the beginning of the session.]
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Gates could stand a few dance lessons, mind. I've traded up the fast steps for a simple thing akin to a waltz, or a box step. It's more about the music and the company. It's not unpleasant to be the lead here, but not what a body was expecting. I ca…
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I snap my fingers as if remembering. "And what kind of advice do you have to show a sober look to those who don't want it?" I crack a joint or two, then address Gates. "I thought I might have one more dance for the road, but how make you your way h…
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I'm clapping in time with SeaTac's wide steps. I never expected Dog to be a follower like that. To Gates, I say, sort of in time, "There's awful stuff, in this world, to be sure, o friend Gates. An and an, there are folks, who'd not look the awful…
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I gaze at SeaTac. "Bread and circuses, sir." I hold the pause with a punctuated sip of my drink. "Keep 'em fed, keep 'em entertained. I do not jest! People who are hungry and bored cause ruckus." Thinking, I tap a pattern against my glass. "Comping…
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I pour Dog two fingers just as clean as a whistle, nothing spectacular. Pardon the pun, but the motion is fluid and precise. "It didn't always rain the red, SeaTac," and I point with two fingers to make my point. "And some gangs are far from soaked…
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I forget to take a drag off my cigarette while listening to Gates. Lord, he gives good monologue. Before I can bring up my own doubts about the higher planes, Gates brings it back down to the level. "Yellowhouse won't be better until they serve be…
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I strut over to SeaTac's table, hauling along a chair and a tasty cigarette. "How do you do?" I seemingly effortlessly collapse into the chair, but it's a practiced, calculated move to assert a carefree outlook. I hold up my bottle of good stuff, wh…
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"Stay dry, Belka. Stay you." Yes, I was there. Belka had gotten some wacky baccy of some kind and kept the party going. She was far too drunk than I'd prefer in my establishment, and high as a cloud. If memory recalls, she left with Toyota? I presu…
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"Belka, sugar, let me tell you what I'd do, in your boots. Grunge is on top of the world right now, just look at her elation, at her celebration, at her inebriation upon becoming an Arrow." I nod with my chin and do us a slow turn to change her line…
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[OOC: Everyone Eats on Grunge. how are they doing? what’s up with them? what or who do they love best? how could I get to them, physically or emotionally?