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 Image is of someone walking their dog past some fields while a bird flies overhead and I think a robin watches? Giving this one to AJ_Impy again, but no more "in the background" guesses from now on. Current score: 3-1. "Wake with an odd premonition of where you should go to investigate the potential intruder, and a desire to feed a bird some crumbs...But before you go, put on some real coffee" action chosen. You're startled awake by the sound of a bird pecking at the window. Is it a robin, or a sparrow? You don't know the difference. Still, something about the bird looks very familiar. You go to a kitchen cupboard and grab two small chocolate-chip cookies. You put one in your mouth and start chewing, while you head back over to the window, open it just a little, and break the second cookie into crumbs for your new friend. It tweets a few happy notes of appreciation, then starts pecking at the crumbs. You close the window and clap your hands together. Right. If you're gonna get through this, you need good caffeine. Back into the kitchen, you make yourself a minty mocha with the practised ease of someone who's done this task a thousand times - although you do stop and double check that it's not decaf this time. You pour in the frothy milk, give your travel mug a good long stir and a tentative swig. Mmmmmm, you think to yourself. Coffee good. You leave the kitchen, travel mug of coffee in your hand, the vegetable chilli still bubbling happily away. Through no concious decision of your own, your feet seem to be taking you south, towards the sleigh. 3 hours, twenty minutes remain.
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A wrapped present. Infiltrate the fake trees.
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Dec 5, 2020 01:45
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A horse Go to the stables to get Rudelf to start hooking all the reindeer up
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Dec 5, 2020 01:48
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Just follow your instincts, man.
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Dec 5, 2020 01:49
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Snow There will also be a bird, but being in the background, no dice. Continue to be strangely but accurately guided.
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Dec 5, 2020 03:11
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A Cat Check for any last-minute christmas wishes.
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Dec 5, 2020 14:19
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 Image is of another bird. Sorry, AJ, but I feel snow is too broad a guess, and this bird is clearly not in the background. Current score: 3-2. Randomly selecting action: 1d5 1 Malbogio's Infiltrate the fake trees action chosen. Your shoes squeak on the linoleum as you abruptly change direction to leave the building by one of the side doors. You walk outside, the snow crunching underfoot as you make your way to one of the anti-air missile turrets. Six barrels, controlled from the workshop computer, and forty-eight missiles (currently inert) ready to remove any trace of something airborne poking their nose where they shouldn't. Secrets must be kept. Everything sems to be in working order, though now that you think about it you can't remember the last time these turrets were actually test-fired. You look up to see your new bird-friend following you, taking shelter from the light breeze in one of the turret's barrels. It tweets the same few happy notes from earlier. You take another swig of your coffee. Everything seems peaceful, just another weeks-long North Pole night. Three hours, ten minutes remain.
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Dec 6, 2020 02:02
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Spike the eggnog
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Dec 6, 2020 02:09
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A vehicle. Check on the sleigh.
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Dec 6, 2020 02:14
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Robin in foreground Lay out The Big Guy's Suit for him
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Dec 6, 2020 02:31
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Yet another bird. Complete all pre-big-guy tasks.
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Dec 6, 2020 03:13
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A tree Fire all the missiles
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Dec 6, 2020 03:38
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A sled Enjoy your cooling coffee With some sticky toffee Spot some tracks that should not be Follow them, uneasily
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 Image is of a decorated tree. Dog Kisser guesses correctly! Current score: 4-2. Fire all the missiles action chosen. There's a small control panel attached to the turret, allowing for manual control in an emergency. You power it up and take aim at the empty sky to the south of the Workshop Complex. Your bird friend flutters out of their perch in one of the barrels as it whirr-clunks into its new position. The screen asks for a security password. You think back to the mindless days of cybersecurity training you all had to sit through this April, then type in password2. The big button at the bottom of the control panel lights up. A grin speads across your face. Fire. F-F-F-F-F-FWOOOOSH! Six anti-air missiles streak into the winter sky with a thunderous roar. They fly upwards for ten seconds then, finding nothing to target, explode (relatively) harmlessly, scattering shrapnel over the surrounding forest to the south. The control panel flashes up a message: [SEVEN SALVOS LEFT]. F-F-F-F-F-FWOOOOSH! The bird, from the safety of a nearby tree, twitches their head at the bright lights. F-F-F-F-F-FWOOOOSH! The light glints off the workshop windows. F-F-F-F-F-FWOOOOSH! It hasn't been this bright since October. F-F-F-F-F-FWOOOOSH! The only noise in the world is this machine, and the explosions it makes. F-F-F-F-F-FWOOOOSH! You can't recall the last time you saw such beauty. F-F-F-F-F-FWOOOOSH! The status of the proximity alert remains unknown. You take another swig of your minty mocha coffee. The panel reads [ONE SALVOS LEFT]. "Stupid machine", you mutter. F-F-F-F-F-FWOOOOSH! The peace of this North Pole night is definitely shattered. Besides the ringing in your ears, you think you hear the sound of a phone ringing from somewhere in the Complex. Three hours remain.
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Dec 6, 2020 23:25
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a squirrel Answer phone, explain triumphantly that you just shot down the martian invasion fleet and saved christmas.
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Dec 6, 2020 23:33
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A vehicle. Check on the sleigh.
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Dec 6, 2020 23:48
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A blue bird Go tell Rudelf to scramble the defense reindeer
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Dec 6, 2020 23:57
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A deer Answer the phone and let the person on the other end speak for as long as they want. You don't have to listen if you don't want to.
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Dec 7, 2020 00:24
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A black bird. Answer the phone.
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Dec 7, 2020 07:12
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A Cat Boot up the new experimental Commerce Logistical Analysis Utility System to deal with Christmas stuff whilst you get to the bottom of this mystery invader business.
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Dec 7, 2020 12:24
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A sled Answer the phone, presuming it's someone about to inquire about the explosions going off, and immediately begin blaming the antiquated gear for automatically firing after a targeting error. Go on to mention the defense systems were getting past their best-by date anyway - for Kringle's sake, it was Arctic War-era stuff! - so perhaps finally the Big Man will realize he has to upgrade to the newest line of JOLLYN8Rs.
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Dec 7, 2020 17:24
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A Lake -Go check the sleigh, see if it could use some last minute touch ups.
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Dec 7, 2020 17:51
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 Image is of a person riding a horse, that traditional Christmassy image! No correct guesses. Current score: 4-3. Randomly selecting action: 1d8 7 Scribbleykins's Answer the phone, blaming aniquated gear action chosen. You rush back inside, to the office, where the phone is still ringing. You pick up the receiver, knowing full well what to expect. There's only one other person who should be on the phone network at this time: Rudelf, the stablehand responsible for the safety and flying prowess of the reindeer. "What the helllllllllllll's going on out therrrrrrre, Jay Tee?" "Hey, Rudelf, I was checking the south-east AA turret and the drat old POS went off, targeting error, shot its whole missile store somewhere I-dunno." "They ain't that old. And why are you messssssessing with Anti-Air guff at all?" "Uh, I activated it when the Proximity Alert went off-" "WHATTT? Prox Alert? poo poo!" You hear him shouting to the reindeer. "Prancerrrrrrr, get that door shut now! We got unwelcome guests!" After ten seconds of background noise, you hear his voice again. "Okay, I'm sealed up herrrrrrrre. I'll go through every part of this stable, lookin' for loooooooky-loos. How's the Big Man?" You freeze. You haven't checked on him at all. "Uh, one sec," you say, put the phone down and head into the corridor. From here you should be able to hear his snoring. You think you can make it out, but it's hard to tell over the echoing ringing in your ears of forty-eight anti-air explosions. You head back to the phone. "Sleepin' like the hairiest baby ever," you say. "Good. If we lose him, we lose eeevvveeerrryyyttthhhiiinnnggg, Jay Tee, everything. Now. You seen any trace of anyone else around here?" "Um, some tracks from the south side of the complex, heading south." "Makin' a plaaaay for the sleiiiiigh, eh? Maybe someone wants an early present. Head down there, see what's going on. Oh, and Jaaaay Teeeeee?" "Yeah?" You don't know exactly how, but you hear the smile widening on Rudelf's face. "Gooooood hunting." Two hours, fifty minutes remain.
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Dec 8, 2020 02:00
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a RED BIRD cut the phone line
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Dec 8, 2020 02:08
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A Black bird, quite possibly small. Check the tracks
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Dec 8, 2020 02:34
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A vehicle. Check on the sleigh.
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Dec 8, 2020 02:39
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A dog Check out the sleigh
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Dec 8, 2020 03:05
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A hat. Kill santa, take his place.
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Dec 8, 2020 19:13
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 Image is of an owl! A bird but neither black nor red. No correct guesses. Current score: 4-4. Randomly selecting action: 1d5 2 AJ_Impy's Check the tracks action chosen. You hang up the phone and leave the complex by the nearest door, walking around the building on the outside, quietly making your way south. It's not long before you're near the loading bays. The southern end of the complex is dedicated to Goods Inwards, where the presents elves can't yet manufacture are shipped in and stored near the sleigh, ready to be wrapped and delivered to children all around the world. The building should be deserted. Deliveries finally stopped about fourteen hours ago, and the presents were all wrapped and all the staff sent home for the holiday. You look down, and can barely make out the tyre tracks under the fresh snow accumulated since end-of-shift. You keep walking across the snow-covered tarmac, and see some fresh tracks that, for some reason, seem very familiar. Four sets of footprints, almost the size of the Big Man's, heading north right into the building, and alongside three of them are three pairs of small straight-line indentations, wheels perhaps? You look south, where the tracks came from. It looks like they emerged straight out of the surrounding forest. You think you hear power tools being used from within the complex. Two hours, forty minutes remain.
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Dec 9, 2020 02:08
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Something Lunar, like the moon itself. Check on your silver bullet as you approach the sounds.
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Dec 9, 2020 02:12
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A vehicle. Spy on the interlopers.
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Dec 9, 2020 02:16
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A bird. (Is this an ornithological society calendar?) Investigate.
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Dec 9, 2020 03:03
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-Is someone... Making a gift for the clauses? -Eh nah. probably trying to fix up the ride we, uh. Dealt with. Go take a look.
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Dec 9, 2020 03:26
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A forest Do our best Sam Fisher impression and scout out the miscreants in force. Deadly force
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Dec 9, 2020 04:19
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A hat. Kill santa, take his place!
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 Image is of a reindeer. No correct guesses! Current score: 4-5. Randomly selecting action: 1d6 2 You slowly move closer to the complex, to where the sounds are coming from. You hide behind a pillar seperating two loading bays and peek in. You see three sack trollies parked to one side, and hear noises from further in. You press your luck and creep closer, approaching the sleigh. A-ha! Four humans, three wearing cardboard-brown snowsuits, one in a black snowsuit with blue piping. One of the brown-suited humans is guarding the entrance to the sleigh room from the inside of the complex, idly holding a pistol in their hands. The other two brown-suits, pistols hanging from holsters around their waists, are taking parts out of fairly large cardboard boxes and using powered screwdrivers to assemble... quadrocopter-type drones, by the looks of things, which they are then attaching to the sleigh. You look a little closer; they've built five, are working on the sixth, and have three unopened boxes left to go. The black-suited human is supervising the action, which is to say, watching the assembly while scrolling on his phone. He's leaning next to a nearby wall, a rifle unslung and resting next to him against the wall. The work progresses slowly, only the powered screwdrivers breaking the silence. Two hours, thirty minutes remain.
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Dec 10, 2020 02:35
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A BUNNY Astral project into the black-suit man and gun everybody down. Verdict: Very Naughty
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Dec 10, 2020 02:55
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A Bird Use the ancient Elven curse to turn them into toy soldiers.
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Dec 10, 2020 02:56
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A dog Activate automated toy turrets
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A vehicle. Activate the security system.
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