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Hearts: "poo poo!" She sees you pulling out a knife and goes all in. When you stab her, she yelps in surprise and tries to cut you back. Not the kind of surprise you'd expect from someone getting stabbed, but just a general shout. "Ah gently caress," she says while stumbling back. She looks up, and then suddenly backs away even furthur, her grin growing even wider. While you were in this fight paying close attention to make sure Dog Head didn't win, the security had taken their guns out and are all pointing them at you. The patrons scrambled away, hit the floor, got behind cover - basically leaving them room for error in gunning you down. Queenie glares at you and Saffron. "Yes, we're supposed to keep it outside but Hearts here was clearly going for her gun first. Seems like security agrees with me." She moves her gaze to Hearts. "I could overlook this if you're willing to help cover the cost of getting Anastasia the care she might need." Are you going to give in, or risk angering Queenie? What do you do? Saffron: Well, Queenie and the security could pose a problem. If it came down to it, who would you side with? Hearts, or the Time Machine? What do you do?
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 Hard =0 | Cool +2 | Hot -1 | Sharp +2 | Weird -1 Harm 0:00 | Experience: 1/5 | 1-barter Hmmm. Judging by the way he looked at my assistants, he probably wants to discuss whatever this "interesting matter" of his without them around. I should press him on, but he's right, I should finish up on my work first before we start talking. I get up, and say to Preacher, "Make yourself comfortable, Preacher, you might have to wait a while. Also, don't forget to prepare my payment once I'm done." I return to the operating room, and set myself off to work again with my two assistants. I lean in closer to them, and whisper, in a low, conspiratorial tone, "Keep an eye on him, but don't be too obvious. Tell me the moment you see him do anything suspicious." Spending a few hours to get information about Million's illness.
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Daytona: "No, not really. So just a chance encounter? You sure about that?" His voice stays calm, but his fingers are moving around. You telling him about the raiders has made him nerveous. He was obviously hoping you weren't going to say yes to his question, and also is hoping you're going to confirm it was just some random raiders. What do you do?
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 Cool +2 | Hard =0 | Hot +1 | Sharp +1 | Weird -1 Harm 0:00 | Experience 0/5 | Barter 3 "Well..." I close my eyes for a second, looking thoughtful. "They were pretty chatty before they died, I don't remember anything that sounded like it wasn't chance, but the only other option is that they were after that thing," I point my thumb over my shoulder towards the canister being carried off. "But I couldn't tell you if anything they said had to do with that since I don't know what it is. Nothing obvious came up though." Spending Hold, how can I get Ill to tell me what it is?
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 Cool: +3 | Hard: 0 | Hot: +1 | Sharp: +1 | Weird: -1 Harm: 3:00 | Experience: 1/5 | Barter: 3 Well ain't this just great. Between Saffron stepping in and her armor, Dog Head gets to live another day, only earning herself a wound that's likely to leave an ugly scar for her troubles. And speaking of troubles... Lotta security around here - lotta people I've helped before - pointing guns at me about now, and there's Queen being awfully smug about this whole thing. She should be careful about that. I may not care about a lot, but sometimes I'll admit to it feeling awfully nice to settle a grudge. For now though, not much chance a' that in the short-term - can't fight this many without a lot of effort and chance of dying over something dumb. Not really the way I want to go out. "This sure got outta hand," I observe drly, sliding my knife back into the sheath sewn into my skirt. "Finished a job for the hold, heard trouble, came in to help like I'm known to - wanted a weapon at hand, suddenly had one at my throat." Pretty well sums up my side of things. Looking around the place and clearly unarmed at this point, I know I'm scary but everyone can put their drat guns down about now. "But sure, might as well help out a second twice today. I'll take care of her care or whatever, gently caress it." (Guess I lose barter or something?)
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Daytona: "Hmm." He seems to be thinking over it. "Do you remember what they said? Although if nothing stuck out, I guess we really don't have anything to worry about." He seems to be concerned on how La Duke might process this - if you could give him some reason to believe that telling you would help her out he probably would. But then he'd probably also tell her that you now know too. What do you do? Hearts: "Good. I'm glad you're being sensible about this." As you hand over some of your valuables to her, you see Dog Head looking very happy with herself despite the wound you gave her. Pay 1 Barter to Queenie Now that things have been settled, sort of, you can see everyone is relaxing. Security is still keeping an eye on you, but everyone else is starting to head back to talking to each other and waiting to see the new exhibit. You and Saffron can leave now. What do you do?
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 Hard =0 | Cool =0 | Hot +2 | Sharp =0 | Weird +1 Harm 0:00 | Experience: 2/5 | 1-barter Yeah, I gotta say, there are definitely days where I wonder about the Time Machine. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's got a great kitchen and Jackie is pretty drat good as bosses go. But Queenie? I'd slip her something rancid in a heartbeat. Or would if it wasn't against everything I stood for, anyways. She just rubs me in exactly the wrong way. Hearts managed to talk her down, though, and it doesn't look like things are going to erupt into more violence. Not tonight. I settle for looking incredibly disgruntled at Queenie and her hangers-on disperse back into the party. I kiss Hearts on the cheek, and murmur in her ear, "Thanks for holding back, Hearts. I can whip you up a little something-something in the kitchen if you're hungry, or we can... well, Birdie can finish things up here."
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Cool: +3 | Hard: 0 | Hot: +1 | Sharp: +1 | Weird: -1 Harm: 3:00 | Experience: 1/5 | Barter: Well, Queenie and Dog Head are dead. I mean, all of us are - but them now sooner than they would have been otherwise. I mean, I may not care about a lot, but wanna know what Redbeard taught me? "Never let anyone think they've beaten ya', they'll do it again for fun soon after if you do Hearts." They hosed that up. So yeah... it's a bummer, but I gotta kill some folk soon - or at least break 'em publicly. Could be worse... they could deserve better, but luckily they don't. "Ha, yeah... enjoy yourselves," I recommend to both Queenie and Dog Head, tipping them a poo poo salute as part of it. There may be some folks coming after me, but meh - I'm gonna die sooner or later, near certainly sooner. I've accepted that. Sure would be nice to take a couple assholes with me before I go though. Though, as I sit up at the stool I've seated myself on, I'm greeted by a lovely sight - Saffron, leaning forward to kiss me on the cheek. I accept it, looking neutral as the most beautiful woman in the holdfast makes her affections clear. Hmmm, those are some good options she's provided me. My blood's up now, so both food and loving sound great. "Heh, nearly got killed twice today - pretty average, actually" I brag to my lover, confident in my position now. Without a dozen folks aiming guns at me, no one fucks with me or those close to me. Heh... pretty sure a bunch of jerks that want to massacre everyone between me and them will descend on this place soon. I'd mention that... if I wasn't planning on keeping it secret between me and Saffron. "I'm hungry, but I got my priorities in order..." By which I mean I'm thirsty. Leaning forward and nipping at her neck passionately, I grin. "And first up is /you/. Hope you're rested up~"
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Hard =0 | Cool =0 | Hot +2 | Sharp =0 | Weird +1 Harm 0:00 | Experience: 2/5 | 1-barter A smile crosses my face as Hearts starts working on my neck, "Twice in one day? They never learn, do they? I can't imagine living such an..." A sigh escapes me as Hearts continues her work. "...exciting life." On the other hand, the advantages of eating right and sleeping in a warm bed did come in handy when it came to lasting during... certain activities. I pull her up from the stool and bring her in close, my finger playing across her exposed midriff, "Don't worry about me, though, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. Let's head up to the loft and I'll show you just what I can do." A jaunty wave to Birdie causes her face to pale, stutter out an excuse to the no-name thug she was talking to, and run back into the kitchen. It won't be the greatest feast the Time Machine has seen, but she's good enough with a knife to keep this lot happy. I'll just have to mention the salt on the way back through the kitchen. I need to pick up the Book, after all, can't just leave that lying around and I live above the place anyways. As we walk across the floor, I can feel the eyes on us as a bubble opens up. A lot of jealousy, sure, and more than a little fear. Suits me just fine. It's no secret that half of the raiders here would snatch me if they had a chance, just to experience what I gave Hearts. Tricky fucked around with this message at 00:47 on Dec 27, 2016 |
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Doc Irons: Patches does most of the work keeping an eye on Preacher, who waits with a calm face. As you and your assistants work on figuring out what's wrong, Preacher mostly stays where he's supposed to - Patches reports that he's mainly just pacing back and forth while you do your work. But...it seems like she might have more thoughts on it. However she doesn't say anything out loud and you have to get to work right away. So after countless hours of looking through various books, trying to figure out what it could be, how it could have happened, talking to Millions when it works...you've finally figured out the problem and the cause. She reported having slight problems shortly after eating, but only after being interviewed by you does she recall it showing up then - she ate, didn't really feel anything noticeable, and the pain went up shortly afterwards. She did a usual day of work in the Sin Palace, until she couldn't anymore. Patches manages to get a scrape of something from her mouth, and by analyzing it reveals that it's dried blood. Not just any blood - blood from a mace skunk. Those things aren't supposed to be inside Bastion, and Millions says she hasn't been outside. So someone put it in her food. Says something about the quality of food that she didn't notice blood in it. Anyway, there's no way the person who did this wasn't aware something bad would happen. The problem is, Millions has no way of knowing who did it. The other problem is helping her. You know now what's up - good! But you need to get the supplies required. The person who did this might have an antidote on hand, but not only would you have to figure out who did it but how to get them to give it up. You could also try to get an antidote yourself, but that would require going out of Bastion and finding a mace-skunk. Not too hard, but getting enough supplies to create an antidote could be tough. So there it is. What do you do? Daytona: "Hmm." III thinks for a moment. "Well maybe you're right." He pauses again. "Although...maybe you could talk to La Duke about it? If you're willing to work for her some more, she might be willing to let you in on what you brought over here. If that's something you're interested in?" Are you interested in becoming part of La Duke's crew or are you willing to let this go? What do you do?
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Hearts: As you think on this, letting the maelstrom into your mind, you begin to see...things. You see Redbeard from your memories. You see Redbeard, dead, from someone else's memories. You see yourself, from someone else's memories. You see the raiders you and Daytona killed, from the memory of someone talking to them. You see this person slip the locket you found into the pocket of one of the raiders, unknown to the raider. And then suddenly you begin seeing Saffron - all your memories of her. Of being with her - and a sudden burst of the maelstrom going through your mind...and then they're gone. "Mine now," you hear before the maelstrom leaves and you come back to yourself with Saffron. What do you do?
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Doc Irons: "Sounds like a fine place to talk." He gets up and heads to the study room with you. When you two get there and sit down, he sighs. "Yes, I was hoping it wasn't something deliberate." He looks at you. "You're quite the doctor. Able to do almost anything. So they say. I trust you have some idea on how to deal with it. As for the other matter..." He pauses, and then takes on a more serious tone. "How close an eye have you kept on Patches? I noticed she came in with quite a lot of materials. For creating things? Experiments? Whatever. I assume you don't pay for them, or most of them. Because your assistant has been stealing things from the various shops and bars and what have you and trading them in with the merchants who come through. Some of these people are not the kind you want going after her for thievery. Figure that should be helpful to you - no one knows who it is so you got time to deal with it. And hopefully remember I came to you and told you this out of the goodness of my heart instead of telling the others who it is." What do you think of what he's saying? What do you do? Daytona: III looks kind of disappointed that you didn't take the offer but nods. "All right. Well, if you change your mind just let me know." Where do you head to now?
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