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languidLachesis (GM) Please change your names to your character names LOL preeeetty Please press 1 if you are ready to begin. 1  1   1   1   1   There we go   Everyone roll 1d100  Rolling 1d100  = 30 1d100  Rolling 1d100  = 21  Rolling 1d100  = 15  I am an idiot.  Rolling 1d100  = 65 Malik  Rolling 1d100  = 19 ok  looks like we're starting with Clark i spilled my drink DX one sec Clark. You wake up in your dormitory in the plex. The lights are cycling from night to day rapidly, and the light on your console that indicates requests is already flashing an angry red. Clark stretches, before glancing over at the console and smiling. "Ah. I believe today will be a good day. Provided GodOS decides to make it so." Clark wastes no time in seating himself before the console, checking the first submission. It appears there are numerous submissions requesting an 'audience' with GodOS itself. Some claim that GodOS has started granting audiences again, and they wish to have one. You also notice two green messages. These are system internal, from other low programmers, or the high programmer. "System internal messages take precedence over requests," Clark intones to himself, as if it were a gospel verse. "So say the regulations." He checks the two messages. The first is a system notification that you are required to awaken the High Programmer with important business, contained in the message to follow. Clark hums before moving on to the next message, considering the idea that someone managed to hack into his system to trying and get their pet issue to the High Programmer. His firewall's are normally excellent, and such an act would be sacrilegious in the extreme, but people often did strange things. He checks the next message. The next message is from GodOS, itself. "You and High Programmer Malik are to collect the following users and report to the High Programmer's Office after the peak of the day cycle." It includes a list of usernames. Clark leans back, studying the list of usernames, trying to see if he recognizes any of them. Well, you know Malik's of course, and your own. You recognize Annie as that Archivist your progenitors keep trying to get you to request a primer from. Trixie was from the same Creche Pod as you. She became a Creche Mistress in Training? And Morton was in Malik's Creche Pod, you think. You met him once when he tried to put in a request for an advanced classified drill for mining, and tried to go over your head for it. There's also a couple of others you don't really know Clark taps his fingers on the desk a few times, before shrugging and copying both messages to his back-up storage unit and his mobile device. Triple redundancy is the way of wisdom, after all. After this, Clark types in a message to High Programmer Malik, informing him of the situation and sending a copy of the list of names. Malik! Your console and mobile device both chime shrilly at the same time. A soothing androgynous voice announces that you have a message from "Low Programmer Clark" Malik will open up his console to view the chat You two can chat now. if(Clark.contacts(Malik)) { sysout("How many times have I told you that I need a proper request for connection before I will chat with you?!"); sysout("Only when I send you an ACK do you initiate the chat! Understand?!"); }  He does not wait for a response. if(Malik.hasUrgentBusiness) { sysout("That said, we have things to discuss. I trust you saw the messages from GodOS."); Thread.Sleep(50); sysout("GOOD."); sysout("You will contact the Trixie bitch. I will handle Morton and Annie."); }  for(int i = 0; i < 5; i++){ sysout("Suckit!"); }  vigorously types shitty code Clark sighs. GodOS' will was supreme, of course. Still, High Programmer Malik could be quite irritating. Slowly, he types out a message to Trixie, explaining the situation. brb bio bakku NN: Thank you for the notification! I haven't seen you in such a long time! Maybe afterwards our group can take a little bit of time to catch up? I'll see you after Peak! x64 trixie, you recognize one of the other names. Dell, a warrior caste who kept pestering you for your primer before your mentor ran him off. Trixie is not terribly interested in striking up conversation with Dell again. She will politely request that Clark take care of that arrangement since he has the list. Clark dutifully contacts Dell next, giving a similar explanation as the one he gave Trixie. for(users : GodOS.userList) { fuck hang on   RD: OKAY thank you for informing me GOOD SIR, is there anything else I can  do? OC: No. Simply follow all given directives to the letter. Malik will now send the following to both Morton and Annie: (because I don't want to spam the chat box) http://prntscr.com/7uomgk MM: Ooo I hope its for my clarkified mining drill. *classified*. See you there. Annie hears her mobile device go off just outside the fort she's building out of unassigned YLIPs and the antique recording devices known as "books." She glowers, not wanting any distractions. When she sees it's from Malik, she yells "No! I don't WANT to talk to Malik today! No no no no no no no!" she stamps her foot so hard the books and YLIPs tumble on top of her. She reaches her hand out weakly from under the pile and reads the message. You have the morning free to prepare. What will you all be doing with it? STABBING shit with my KICKASS sord Search all the news feeds for any idea of what this meeting could be about so I can go in prepared. Morton shall spend it classifying his mineral collection as well as making sure he has a clean set of clothes. or at least as clean as they can be. Trixie will speak with her mentor about the summons and update her primer since Dell will be in close proximity. She will check the rooms in the Pod she is training with and report the results back to her Mentor. Checks her mobile quickly and the heads out to make sure she is there punctually 15 minutes early. Clark will, of course, begin processing his daily requests, finding any excuse that he can to decline them. Malik's drones will gather his things and tidy his room up, even though it's already IMMACULATE. He places his mobile device, his desktop, his server blades, and a super computer into his sylladex. Can't be too prepared. His drones dutifully follow him to the GodOS place whatever its called idk He never lifts a finger during this whole process, mind you. His hands are for KEYBOARDS ONLY. annie, you find no news, other than the fact that GODOS IS GRANTING AN AUDIENCE and people speculating wildly. "Arrghh. The Journalism caste dissapoints me YET AGAIN!" Some wonder if this has anything to do with the disappearance of the previous high programmer, Jack, and three other young twinks last week. You also find a few mentions that the AADS has been nearly destroyed, and drones are working around the clock to keep it up. "DISAPPEARANCES?!" Annie, it turns out, talks to herself a lot. Or rather, shouts to herself a lot. "Oh godOS they're going to kill us and feed us to someone stronger. I KNEW things were going too good for too long!" Shall we skip to just before the meeting? Sure. Yeppers! yes! im down I'm already planned out. Let's go. Sounds good to me. I'm thinking Annie's enough of a ham that if you give me too much freedom she's probably going to go on like this for quite some time. ^_^  NERD LOSER FIGHT ME  not you, loser T_T Malik, you find yourself approaching the doors to the High Programmer's Office. You've only been High Programmer for a week, since Jack disappeared, but you definitely like the Pomp and cirucmstance. Trixie is waiting outside, in her official white robes of a Creche Mistress. the rest of you can arrive whenever Annie arrives, looking dazed by being out in the sunlight and wearing clothes that have probably been sitting in the bottom of her drawer for a year. sysout("You. You're early. I like that. Good!"); Malik.mood = mood.good; "Good to see you, oh High Programmer! A fantastic pleasure I shant forget soon!" Trixie smiles, "One must set a good example, so early it is!" Clark wanders up to the door, still going through his submissions list upon his mobile device. He gives no acknowledgment that he knows the others are there. Dell enters, HYPE AS FUCK. Because it's obvious GodOS has an important job for him. And he's gonna do great because he's fucking awesome. sysout("One can only hope the others are as minutely competent as you have shown yourself to be."); Annie sees Clark and slinks away to a corner trying hard not to be noticed. There were rumors that he was going to ask for her primer and she just can't deal with that shit right now. Morton arrives shortly after clark. He's dressed in his nicest coveralls... which are still stained but its the best he could do with such a short amount of time. She buries her nose in a book she carries in her sylladex (using the LIBRARY MODUS) and pretends to read while screaming internally the entire time she waits for the meeting to begin. if(Clark.arrives) { sysout("Clark! Why were you not early like Trixie here?"); } sysout("And you, Morton? What kind of dress is that? You would visit GodOS in that attire?!"); Drones.activate(dressUp.exe); sysout("Let me help you into something more suitable"); Trixie takes time to wave to everyone and ask how they have been or to introduce herself in case they haven't met. She does actively avoid Dell, however. "I did the best I could do in such a short amount of time! Clothes day isnt until tomatow" Morton steps back as the drones start following him for(introductions : group) { Malik.greet; Malik.beABitch; } <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;">there that should cover it   "I arrived when I was instructed to arrive," Clark says calmly, still typing. "Arriving before one is expected is nearly as bad as arriving afterwards. I obey instructions to the letter." sysout("Fine."); Drones.recall; sysout("Be a bumpkin!"); ok MC, it's one thing to have that as a speech quirk, but could you PLEASE use normal, narrative sentences for your actions? hokie dokie :3 Morton lets out a sigh and sits near annie. not talking just sitting "HELLO! Trixie!" Dell says loudly and waves, "I WOULD come closer and engage in physical contact, but I do not want to ENCROACH all up in your personal space." At the appointed time, the doors to the High Programmer's office swing inward. The room is very cold, and a collection of 6 chairs sit before a large monitor, that takes up the far wall. Annie doesn't say anything and doesn't turn her head or bat her eyes, but somehow her entire body language becomes ten times tenser. Clark calmly enters the room, standing behind one of the chairs. Malik enters the room and sits in the centermost chair. What? There's 6 chairs? The drones snappilly rearrange them so that one is in the center for Malik. Morton stands up looking around a the monitor for a few seconds before taking a hint and sitting in one of the now rearranged chairs. Trixie smiles. This may be the pinnacle of her life.exe. She looks at the chairs but realizes she has not been told to sit, and would stand for godOS anyway, so chooses to stand slightly away from her chair, but close enough to sit at a moment's notice. She closes her eyes, imagining what godOS may have called them all there for. Malik crosses his legs and relaxes his arms in a kind of regal manner in the chair. Once all six of you are in the room, the doors close behind you, and the screen lights up, a brilliant white, with green crackling energy outlining vague, androgynous facial features. Malik beams at the screen. Morton raises an eyebrow "interestingle" The face on the screen remains still for a few moments, then begins to speak in a chorus of voices. "Greetings. I am GodOS." Annie hugs her knees and makes herself as small as she can without actively curling into a fetal position. She may be on the cusp of hyperventilating. Trixie opens her eyes. "Hello GodOS! It is such a pleasure for all of us to be here. How may we carry out your wishes?" Trixie then covers her mouth. sysout("Hello, you are looking and being wonderful today!"); Morton just looks happily confused and does a light head bow to GodOS GodOS appears to be thinking a moment. "I do not have much time to prepare you, as the AADS is failing. But you are about to be blessed with an important task." <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;">AADS? Malik, you would know the AADS is the Arena Asteroid Defense System GodOS suddenly issued orders for its construction about 5 years ago. "FAILING?!" Annie's breathing gets more strained. IT seemed useless until last week, when numerous Extinction Level Events were set to occur in the same day. It has held out for a week. sysout("How could the AADS be failing? Was the construction shoddy?"); "This is sounding like an ADVENTURE." "weregoingtodieweregoingtodieweregoingtodie" GodOS continues. "The AADS was not intended to last long. I have known since my Awakening that the destruction of Arena was inevitable. I could only attempt to Abate it." Annie cradles her face in her hands. "This is moast unforutnate. Is there any other way we can stop the asteroids?" "However, I have chosen the six of you to be my failsafe redundancy system for the continuation of the twink species." "Understood. What are your instructions?" sysout("That makes perfect sense. It is obvious in hindsight."); "Arena is..." Trixie seems distraught, but quickly recomposes to her default smile. Dell continues to not not be hype as fuck. "Last week, I sent High Programmer Jack, Archivist Libby, Assassin Scarlet, and Warrior Herald into a program called SPlex. You will be entering as well, in a different splinter. A second team to complete a very difficult game. Once the game has been completed, a new world is created. We will then be able to terraform and populate it." <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;">assasin gg   <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;">confirmed we all fucked sysout("We will succeed where they will inevitably fail!"); <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;">The joke here is that WE are the ones who will inevitably fail. <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> I suppose it's not a GIVEN that our session can't succeed just because the other one did. <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;">shh "I had hoped they would not fail. However, my early monitoring of their game, before the session seperated from our dimension to begin in force, they are going to fail due to primer squabbles and hubris." <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;">let me be arrogant "Hahah. SURELY the six of us shall not FALL to such circumstances." sysout("These losers have no chance in hell of ever fulfilling a primer, even if there are only two primers left in the whole of existance! We will not fall to those simple trappings of biology"); <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;">bazinga "To ensure there is no squabbling, I will be assigning Annie and Trixie's primers amongst the four males present." (Screaming internally intensifies) "0u0" "May I file a document outlining chastity instead, GodOS? I would prefer to focus on the survival of our world rather than mating." sysout("Silence! You have an obligation!") GodOS appears to go still for a moment. A tiny screen below the face says "Calculating probabilities." ;  Annie looks at each of the males in turn, wincing and shaking her head at each. Clark. A request to enforce chastity during the session appears on your device, riddled with errors, and notes from GodOS about mating being required for the continuation of the species. Then starts trying to make herself explode with her mind. Mortons mind is just a flutter of the word terraform Clark frowns. "I am afraid that this request to contact GodOS in order to ask for a chastity contract must be denied, due to numerous boxes left unchecked, missing signatures, and prior instructions from GodOS." As he speaks, Clark is typing out a formal rejection letter, sending it as he stops talking. "My apologies for the additional datawork then." Trixie sighs, but straightens herself out again. "It shall be a good lesson in teamwork." Annie puts in a requisition order for "ALL OF THE ALCOHOL, ONLY ALCOHOL THAT WORKS ON TWINKS. ALL OF IT." Ok, Trixie, and Annie, roll 1d100 <div style='border: 1px solid black; background-color: #fafafa; width: 400px; padding: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em;'> Rolling 1d100  = 72 <div style='border: 1px solid black; background-color: #fafafa; width: 400px; padding: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em;'> Rolling 1d100  = 52 <div style='border: 1px solid black; background-color: #fafafa; width: 400px; padding: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em;'> Rolling 1d100  = 100 gross <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> Holy hannah. <div style='border: 1px solid black; background-color: #fafafa; width: 400px; padding: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em;'> Rolling 1d100  = 50 hahaha <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;">#getworried <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;">LOL <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> Those are interesting rolls. "Annie, I am assinging your primer to Clark. Trixie, you are assigned to Malik." sysout("I suppose that is acceptable."); "I see! Are rules of challenge still relevant, GodOS?" Annie groans in a manner that is more or less affirmative but sounds sort of ill. "Not until you have completed the game. Then you may challenge each other for whatever you like. I am resetting your current primers to reflect these changes." Both of your YLIPs freeze momentarily, then restart. sysout("How convenient. You both should be pleased to have this burden lifted off of your shoulders, although my condolences Annie on getting such a terrible partner."); Morton looks completely ok with everything "THE SHOTS HAVE BEEN FIRED." Annie begins scratching at her skin. "Is it....hot in here? Because I....feel like it's hot in here." "...So minus the primers is there anything we should know about Splex?" "Most young ladies dream of being courted by a programmer, even if it is not the High Programmer himself." "Trixie, I have taken the liberty of uploading genetic profiles for ideal females for Dell and Morton to your primer. You have my leave to raise them before you move on to our current Mass Creche System." sysout("Well, lucky you."); "Yes, what the dirty miner said. I should really be focusing on walkthroughs and FAQs if we are going to be playing this game for the fate of our species." "Far more important than....Primer stuff." Clark steps closer to Annie, looking faintly pleased. "As per GodOS' instructions, please send me a copy of your primer, so that I may go about completing it in a timely manner." "Now that THAT is out of the way. SPlex is a dangerous game. Each of you will be acting as the Server of one player, and the client of another." "I have assigned the Server > Client Order as follows: Dell > Malik > Trixie > Morton > Clark > Annie > Dell." sysout("I trust Morton to such a simplistic task. I only hope Annie can follow along with my dilligent instruction!"); MEANWHILE IM FORGETTING MY NAME Morton beams a smile "if its just a really difficult game I see nothing wrong!" AND SAYING THINGS THAT DO NOT MAKE SENSE <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> http://i.imgur.com/KhczWi0.gif <---Annie <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;">i am good at this game "If there is no challenge then it is no fun." "Okay, but Walkthroughs, FAQs, right? We've got them?" "Each of you will be given a KERNEL for a sprite, that you must prototype so it will act as your guidebook for the game. I have taken the liberty of selecting what your items for prototyping will be. Once you have entered, you may prototype the Kernel a second time. I have graciously elected to offer you cores from my own being to serve in this regard. As your victory is of tantamount importance, All resources are being funneled into this endeavor." Morton writes down a note kernel is guide. more notes Item first core 2nd A drone dutifully records GodOS's articulations. GodOS stutters and returns to motion. "Are there any questions before you return to your Dorms and begin the game?" "Were starting right when we enter our dorms? No time to say goodbye or anything?" "What happens if we FAIL?" "We won't!" Trixie smiles. sysout("There is no need for goodbyes! We are obviously the superior choices. The others are beneath you, and all of you are beneath me! So suck it up! We're going in when GodOS says we are!"); ":|"  ":|"   sysin("What are the rules of the game?"); "Be good. DO NOT be bad." "Oh god I have so much data to preserve before we leave!" She clutches at her temple. "If you fail, you will die. And all of Arena with you." "High stakes. I like it." sysout("Easy enough."); "Annie, I am supplying you with a copy of the Archives, to imprint onto your Kernelsprite once you have entered the game." Her breathing eases a little bit. "Oh. That's....very helpful, thank you." "Now I just have to focus on not dying. Easy! Hahaha!" Her laugh is strained and nervous. Morton smiles "Well we were chosen by GodOS for specific reasons likely! We should hurry soon" "Yes. Dying would be contrary to our instructions," Clark says to Annie seriously. sysout("You haven't died every single day of your whole life so far. Don't be an idiot and start now!"); sysout("It's. Easy."); "Yes, and I must find the other twinks who match these profiles. I will send a message to our High Programmer once my task is complete so that we know when to continue the server loop. I will be as efficient as possible." sysout("It had better be in JSON format."); Dell coughs, "Dork." and coughs yet again. "You have until the Night Cycle begins to enter the game. At that time I will be removing all resources from the AADS and allowing what remains of Arena to be destroyed." sysout("You all had better have brought computers."); Annie clutches her YLIP tight like it's a security blanket. "We are not barbarians," Clark scoffs. He is continuing to answer requests to see GodOS, tisking once int a while at a particularly grievous mistake. Morton head nods to GodOS but smiles more Clark, a request comes through from your progenitors to meet them for dinner. Is this request audible to Malik or does it chime? it just chimes Malik looks over at Clark suspiciously. Trixie checks her primer on her YLIP. Clark hesitates, before typing out a properly formatted request for a temporary suspension of official activities in order to meet with his progenitors for dinner, sending it to GodOS. Trixie, all it has for a requirement is matching the genetic profile for Malik. sysout("Lesser Programmer, what are you doing?"); "Awaiting a response from GodOS concerning a request," Clark says. A small Green tick apears in the corner of GodOS face. A moment later, it vanishes, and Clark's device chimes again. Clark, your request has been approved, along with a suggestion to take Annie with you. sysout("I trust this request has everything to do with getting shit done on time and absolutely nothing to do with fucking around!"); GodOS intones "It was a personal request, and outside of your purview as High Programmer." "Sooooooo...." sysout("Very well. But I will not tolerate lateness on this matter."); Trixie heads out to retrieve the matches to the profiles she was given. He addresses the group. sysout("Get your computers. We have a game to play."); He turns to GodOS sysout("Where do you think we should best play?"); Clark blinks at the message a moment, before turning to Annie. He opens his mouth as if to say something, but instead end up typing a formal request to Annie, asking her to accompany him to dinner to meet his progenitors."  "This game shall be most COMPUTERS."   "I shall hed to my dorm at once if I am no longer needed?"   GodOS crackles. "You are dismissed. The items for prototyping will be sent to your Dorms. Play in the comfort of your Dorms, as you will need the respite they offer."  Morton headbows again stands up. Does he have enough time to get some "office supplies" before the games starts?   sysout("You heard GodOS. Let's move!"); He snaps his fingers and the drone dutifully takes the chair out of his way as he heads for the door, which another drone opens for him.   Annie looks at her YLIP, and makes recoils as she realizes what's being asked of her, then, making a face like she's eating something distasteful, types an Official Response which consists solely of the word "...okay"   yes. We are going to end here, and you guys can rp as these characters for fun.   If and when I'm around, we may do pickup sessions of this from time to time   inb4 no one wants to talk with mean old malik   since entrance order is hammered out, we can also do entrances with just a couple of characters. I'll try to be on more often for availability. Thanks for running :3 I can talk to mean old malik <3 Yes, thank you very much! Yeah thanks LL! Thank you. It was fun! NP, i hope you guys had fun I will be dropping hints about the twinks and such as we play. I do like insight into the twink world so this was very fun and i appreciate it a lot indeed hehehe thanku <3 uh  LL   thanks! before you leave will you be reading logs for this for any reason i do not expect you to at all not yours with that quirk good GodOS she'd die thats why i was asking actually XD  I will be reviewing them occassionally but no where near the amount that i dig around in WOH logs i'll restrain myself ;)  but   i have a request   ok   So... Will we be having another session anythyme soon?   please do publish your logs, make sure they're clearly labelled as TWINK AU, and let me know if there's one that's particlarly drama filled   depends on how i feel   and who shows up   ok!   kk   as i said, the entries will be when i feel like it   when the server and client are about   sounds spiffy   How about the convention: DDMMYY [TAU] Character1Character2   for searchability's sake   please make sure you have the appropriate name   name: appropriate   Clark, Annie, Carmelita, please press 1 if you're ready   1   1   1   All right. Clark, Annie, you have just left the GodOS complex. What will you do until the dinner, which is Mid-Shift?   Panic.   Carmelita, you are preparing for the party you are assigned to tonight, an Archivist and a Mortician's residence.   While you're assembling ingredients from the Gardens, your YLIP randomly restarts, then blings with an important message. Clark has resumed his work at a faster pace. Between dinner and the coming destruction of the planet, he will have to work harder then ever to get all these requests denied on time. "Ugh, what is it now." Carmel stirs her specialty soup (FULL OF SAFFRON.) with one hand using her trusty spoon, and checks her YLIP with the other. Annie practices faking smiles in the mirror. It is not very effective. fck didnt read gardens um  the pot... is on a cart. shes getting the spices straight from the gardens and putting them IMMEDIATELY into the soup. thats how good a cook she is. wow Good Job Carmelita. Awesome soup bonus Your YLIP informs you that your Primer has been updated, and that you have a message from GodOS Clark, you have a message in your device from GodOS Clark instantly checks the message. "What the fudge?" She checks the message first. Clark, the message informs you that the chef preparing the meal at your progenitor's tonight has been added to the roster. Carmelita, you are informed that you will be speaking with Clark, the son of the couple you're cooking for tonight, about your role in an upcoming mission. Also, your primer has been updated, and you ahve been assigned a partner, deleteriousDuelist2378, of the Warrior Caste. "..."  "NO." "NOPE." "I AM. *SO.* REQUESTING AN APPEAL FOR THIS. A Warrior Caste? For ME?! ASSIGNED? That won't do at all." "I'm the best chef this race has *ever* had. I'm not settling for the *worst caste* and dealing with that." She furiously writes an appeal to Godos. "Esteemed Godos, I am please as PUNCH that you've decided that I'm worthy of going on a mission! However, you assigned me a partner of the *Warrior* Caste, which I think we both know is a bit below me. I'm cooking for an Archivist tonight, after all. Not a bunch of lowly Warriors and Laborers. Please, I beg of you: Rethink your choices here. Don't doom my entire career like this. From, caramelizedCaterer2665." And throws some extra spicy spices into her soup. She will burn people tonight. Are you sending it of, Carmelita? <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> Haha, it's going to go to Clark and he's going to deny it. Yes. you'll need to roll crafts or computers to make sure everything is done correctly <div style='border: 1px solid black; background-color: #fafafa; width: 400px; padding: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em;'> Rolling 4df+4  +4 = 5 crafts clark, your device blings. It appears you have a new request! er, in the message, 'please as punch' should be *pleased as punch Clark checks the new request first as he returns to work. It is from the chef you're supposed to pick up tonight. She protests her assigned partner. roll computers to see if you can find a flaw. ;)  <div style='border: 1px solid black; background-color: #fafafa; width: 400px; padding: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em;'> Rolling 4df+3   +3 = 3     it appears to be in order from a paperwork standpoint   <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> A *flaw*?? IN *MY* MESSAGE???? SURELY NOT.    Clark ponders for a moment. On the one hand, GodOS has made it wishes known on the subject of procreation. On the other hand, the form is in order. With a sigh, he sends the message on.   <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> your food will not be poisoned on this day    <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> Gasp! Not obstructing someone?! You're not the twink I married anymore! The Pool almost immediately lights up with activity, other low programmers arguing about GodOS assigning partners, then getting angry that she wasn't assigned to THEM Clark, Annie, you've arrived at Clark's Progenitor's Plex. Annie is blushing and staring at her feet. She mumbles something more or less inaudible when she sees Clark. Clark's Male Progenitor is a Senior Archivist, you've met him a few times at the Servers, Annie. He is friends with your Male Progenitor, and they are the ones who decided you two should be partners when you were still genetic profiles on the Hard Drive. She's wearing some fancy clothes that look like they may have been freshly synthesized. She seems to have no idea how to wear them or take care of them though, and scratches at them like she's in no way used to the material or the cut. Clark's Female Progenitor is a Mortician, who handles the bodies of dead twinks and sees them broken down into their component materials and reintroduced into the society. Their official designations are fastidiousFiler5634 and morbidMalcontent1313, known by their Colloquials, Fil and Mall. Clark is dressed exactly as he always is. His clothes are plain, but well-fitting. He stands at the doorway of the dwelling, looking straight ahead. He has not yet addressed Annie. Clark, upon your arrival, the door swings open automatically. The same androgynous voice that handles most announcements welcomes you. You hear your mother from inside call brightly. "Ooh! Clark's here!" Before coming, Annie has rehearsed this whole ordeal multiple times in her head. She has come up with at least 3,226 ways this could all end in disaster. She's read a dozen walkthroughs on meeting your partner's progenitors and still feels unprepared. Clark enter the dwelling, standing stiffly at the threshold. "Please enter," he says quietly. Annie takes a deep breath, and follows. At just this point, Mall comes around the corner, carrying a glass of some black liquid. "Clark, lovely to see you... And you brought Annie." Her smile doesn't falter, but her tone of voice changes ever so slightly. "Fil will be pleased." She knocks back the drink in one quick shot, a trail of black sliding down her cheek to her chin. In her mind, Annie's doomsday clock advances to five minutes to midnight. ("Ohgodshedoesn'tapproveofme imbringingshametoeveryone, imcausingstrifebetweenhisprogenitors") ("Shellprobablyhavemeassassinated") But Annie's own smile doesn't falter, although. <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> Oops, that last "although" is unnecessary. For reference, while young twinks still have this blush of life, and their skins till appears malleable and flexible, the older a twink gets, the more statuesque they become, their skin becomes smooth, and shimmers in the light like marble. Sometimes you can see slight glimmers of their blood color beneath their veins. They become ageless beauties, where they could be 20 or 80, you're just not sure. "Greetings," Clark says flatly. "The two of us have come in answer to your invitation for dinner. Is our arrival unwelcome?" Mall wipes her chin and giggles. "Of course not, Clark, come in, come in. The Chef should arrive soon. I've invited... everyone." She laughs again. Clark looks at his mother with some disapproval, before going into the next room. Annie squeaks in a way that is probably supposed to be an acknowledgement but could easily pass for the sound of someone experiencing a gall bladder infection. <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> enter stage left? Clark, Fil is sitting here with a few other guests, including Annie's male progenitor, carefulColater1234, know as Colin colloquially. They both look up when they see you enter. Fil nods. "Good. How was work, Clark?" "Joyous, as always," Clark nods back in greeting to both. "I am blessed to do GodOS' work." Mall follows in, refilling her glass from a decanter on the sideboard. A lot of other adult twinks are milling about, drinking various colored liquids. "Why didn't you inform us you were partnering with Annie? We'd have sent a gift." "GodOS only gave us our assignment a short time ago." Clark looks at Annie with slight concern. "Do you feel slighted by the lack of a formal gift?" Clark, your device blings again. Clark checks his device while waiting for an answer. You are informed that Carmelita's plea passed the Pool, and is being considered by GodOS "No, that's....um....fine, really." Annie gesticulates wildly as if to dismiss the need for gifts entirely. "We've got so much work to do, you know, so....that's got to take priority over....primer stuff, right?" Carmelita, you may arrive via the service entrance. Mall giggles, and shoots another glass. Her black eyes settle on Annie. "I take it you haven't consummated anything, or else you wouldn't say that." Annie squeaks in terror at this, then clears her throat. "No, no, that.....that really isn't a priority at the moment!" Her voice is shrill. And she's blushing like crazy. Mall eyes Clark. "I'm surprised you've waited. I distinctly remember flagging the genes for a healthy libido. Fil insisted on a Low Programmer, but I thought you should have SOME fun." http://i.imgur.com/xgST7tY.gif Carmelita wheels in a beautiful (first course?) on her hover-dolly, which is a thing she definitely has, complete with many delicacy food things which twinks eat that my character would know about and make for her ESTEEMED guests. She has a big smile on, the kind that service workers always know how to do no matter how they probably actually feel. "Welcome, honored guests! I'm your chef, Carmelita, and today's meal will be [this]. :) Enjoy!"  Clark merely shrugs in response. "Until this point, libido has not been useful in carrying out GodOS' will. Now that it is, I am sure I will be amorous enough to successfully copulate."   "Watch out, the soup's got a bit of a kick to it! :)" Mall chuckles and whispers to Annie behind her hand. "Don't worry, I made sure it's HUUUGE." Fil glances up and says, "Mall," in a warning tone. Annie flinches so hard that she hits her knee on the table HARD. She gives a groan of pain. And of course draws the attention of everyone in the room as the entire table rattles. "Oh my, my leg seems to have clenched suddenly, I must be too low on potassium hahahahahaha." "Would you like to request a medical supplement? " Clark asks. Annie, one of your Creche-mates is in the crowd, and he waves, coming over to see you. His official designation is dankSnipelord0420, but most call him Dan. He is an entertainer Caste, doing sweet builds on his GodOS splinter that you can view via your in home console. "No, no, no, don't go to any trouble for me." Annie takes another deep breath. Why didn't she make up an excuse for why she couldn't come out tonight? Dan puts an arm around Annie. "Hey Annie. Wanna blow this boring gathering and go back to my Dorm?" <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> Do I have a previous relationship with Dan of some sort or is this an incredibly preposterous thing for him to say? <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;">Dan is a known philanderer. He likes sleeping with unpartnered females. A lot of them are his fans. "Excuse me," Clark says, somewhat irritating. "Could you please identify yourself?" Dan grins. "dankSnipelord0420. Annie and I go way back." "Dan. This is my partner Clark. And his progenitors. And my progenitor." "And I can't possibly imagine what I would find to do in your Dorm." "Your Partner?" He looks you up and down incredulously, then glances at Clark. "Why aren't you two in your dorm then?" "There are other places Partners can be." Mall giggles into her drink. Fil and Colin rub their temples. Her voice is getting more and more shrill and horrified by the moment. "We are about to have dinner with our progenitors. Your inquiries into our sexual relationships are not welcome at this time. If you wish to know more, please file a form detailing your request and send it to my address during standard operating hours." Clark is fixing Dan with a cold stare. Dan narrows his eyes. "Wanna duel for her?" Annie looks at Clark with sudden respect and gratitude, then looks at Dan with horror after hearing his next remark. "I would not. GodOs itself has assigned us as partners. Ignoring its wishes without proper authorization would be improper." Dan pulls out his communications device, and begins tapping repeatedly on it. A few moments later, a formal request to duel for the Primer of anxiousArchivist2112 appears on your device, Clark. Carmelita are you ever showing up? i did :o <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> "Oh dear, I seem to have come down with a terrible case of meningitis. I better go quarantine myself for a few....years. So nice seeing you Dan." Annice concentrates hard on finding an excuse to get out of this. Annie, rather. Carmelita, a few guests gravitate towards you, asking what the menu is for the evening. Clark scans the request for any errors, spending a fate point to invoke his high concept Bureaucratic Stonewall. Carmelita happily answers everything with a smile. <div style='border: 1px solid black; background-color: #fafafa; width: 400px; padding: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em;'> Rolling 4df+5  +5 = 5 <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> We leave tomorrow, right? <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> I mean in-universe. <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> Not like 07-21-2015 "Yes, this soup IS full of saffron. Nice catch, dinner-goer. :)"  <div style='border: 1px solid black; background-color: #fafafa; width: 400px; padding: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em;'> Rolling 4df+4   +4 = 7     Clark, it is filled to perfection.   Drumming his fingers in irritation, Clark approves the request. "You request for a duel over the primer of anxiousArchivist2112 has been submitted to the Pool." he says aloud to Dan.   Annie whispers to Clark in an urgent tone. "Schedule it for after we leave."   Clark, the Pool unanimously rejects it. Low Programmers look out for each other.   <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> Oh, that works too. ^_^    Dan scoffs and heads over to Carmelita. "Hey cutie. Wanna blow this place and come back to my Dorm?"   Annie looks a little hurt that he would just move on like that. But then she sighs. She knows what Dan is like. "Deciding a time before the approval of a duel would be against regulations," Clark comments absently at normal volume. "The request for a duel has been denied, in any case." Fil nods. "It appears the chef has arrived." ":|"  "Thank goodness. Preventing this whole thing was GodOS's whole objective here. I thought she was disabling challenges for us until after the thing was done anyway." Dan waggles his tongue. "I know some cool hax I could show you." "Sounds pretty sweet, sir. I'm a bit busy right now, though. Would you like some food?" "If it had gotten to GodOS, I am certain the challenge would have been declined. But proper procedure must be followed," Clark says, still staring at Dan. "Forgive me if my question is inappropriate, but what is your relationship with that...individual?" "We were in the same creche." "And I think he sees me as an easy target." Dan nods. "I would've never expected him to want my primer though." "I see." Clark appears to be struggling for the correct words. "And had he some reason to believe that you were...easy? A prior reputation of some kind?" Annie blushes full force again. "I think some people have an impression of me as easy to bully into things." She stares at her feet again. "Oh, I see," Clark says slowly, with a slight amount of relief evident in his voice. "That is what you meant by 'easy.' I understand. I thought that you were implying a detailed sexual history, and, being highly inexperienced, was somewhat intimidated. Please excuse my misunderstanding." Clark bows slightly. She blushes and begins scratching at her arms. Those hives seem to be coming back. Fil gets up and walks over to Carmelita. "Do you have the menu for the evening?" Clark stands awkwardly, clearly unsure of what to do next. "Would you care for some soup?" he finally asks. "I would be happy to fetch you a bowl. Or perhaps some other food or drink item?" "Yes sir!" Carmelita digs through her dolly for a second before pulling out a menu written in beautiful... twinkish? "Here you go! Enjoy. :)"  "Um....sure. I'll just have whatever you're having." She doesn't raise her head, but does turn her eyes to look up at him.   (She seems to have a pile of menus, in case others require them.)   Fil runs his fingers down the menu in a quick swipe, then returns it. "Do you mind adding a bit of a sedative to dankSnipelord0420's meal? I dislike rudeness in the Plex."   <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> is this something cooks will normally do    <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> eh fuck it carm would be fine with that lmfao    <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> yes, if the host requests    "I have just the ingredients for that.. >:)" She turns to the dolly, gets a bowl of soup, 'seasons' it with a vial she pulls out of her pocket, and approaches Dan. "Heya, nice guy. Have some soup! :)"  Clark nods, before going up to the cart. "Excuse me," he says, addressing Carmelita. "I require two food items that members of both the Low Programmer and Archivist caste could enjoy. Do you have any recommendations?"  "Hmmm..." She thinks for a second. "Yes, I do have some recommendations! Would you like me to go get some options for you?"  "Please," Clark says simply.   She curtsies with a quick, "Excuse me for a moment then. :)" and walks off, returning in only about 30 seconds with another dolly holding 3 seperate sets of dishes, each with a little card explaining their contents.. One looks like some kind of weird bird was stuffed to the brim with exquisite looking plants, another is a cube of some sort of gelatin full of chunks of fruit, and the final set is what might be grilled eggplant on a salad of blues, if eggplant were bright orange with yellow spots.."I believe these to be up to the requirements. Choose whichever set you like! Or all of them! :)"  Clark examines all three. "I don't know which she would prefer," he says finally. "I will take all three, so that she can taste them all. I will need a tray to carry them with."  <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;">Hang on, afk for a moment.    "Okie dokie artichokie! Just take this dolly, I've got about a gazillion of the things and this smaller model should do." She turns it around so the handlebars are facing him. "I'm sure she'll enjoy your generous wishes to give her a choice. Just make sure to return it later! :)"  "I shall. Thank you very much for your service." Clark gets behind the dolly and wheels it up to Annie. "Here is a selection of food items we can both enjoy. Please, take as much or little of each as you care to do so."   Annie gives a small nod and picks at the food, looking around at the other guests to try to guess the appropriate amount to be eating.   Clark digs in to the gelatinous cube. After a few moments of silent chewing, he finally speaks again. "How goes your work?" he asks, deciding upon a safe topic.   "Uh....well it's been kind of busy lately since Libby disappeared. I've had to pick up a lot of the slack."   "And now I'm not even sure how much any of it matters. Oh well. At least I'll have the archives to work with once we make our guides."   "Oh GodOS, I hope these 'guides' have a full walkthrough or FAQ or something. If they're just basically instruction manuals, we're going to be practically flying blind." Clark frowns. "If they are instruction manuals, how will we lack for guidance? All the information we need should be contained within." "Well yeah, but we'll have to actually figure out all the tricks and cheats and things ourselves. And this game is for the future of our civilization. Not some silly game for fun." "Cheats?" Clark asks, offended. "Why in the name of GodOS would we cheat? That would be far outside the rules." Annie looks a little startled. "Cheats aren't really cheating. They were programmed in to the game, so they're more like....secret rules." Clark looks a little peeved. "I am much more comfortable with the official rules. The sort that our guides will inform us of. I doubt we should have to resort to anything underhanded in order to win." "Yeah, well, the last set of players failed. And if the Asteroid prevention systems are failing, GodOS isn't going to be able to send out a third set of players if we do." "We're Arena's last hope." "GodOS, I can't believe the amount of pressure that's been put on us to win this game." "If we have been selected by GodOS for the task, then we must surely be able to accomplish it," Clark says firmly. "It would not assign us an objective we could not accomplish. Unless it intends for us to fail, in which case we shall fail." "But we can't fail! That would be....no! That's NOT an option!" "No, GodOS definitely wants us to win this game, and that means we need all the information we can gather about how to play effectively we can find." Clark hesitates a moment. "Well, acquiring further information in order to complete assigned tasks cannot be incorrect," he finally says. "Have you any ideas for alternate sources of information other then our guides which might help us complete the game?" Carmelita walks to the table where the Fil and Mall and whoever are sitting. "Everyone enjoying the food? Need anything? :)"  Annie shakes her head. "I'm doing a ton of queries in the archives but I don't have a lot of hope for specific information. So I'm going to try looking for patterns in other games to try to sort of reverse engineer how the thinking of programmers of these sorts of games go."   Mall is drooling on herself in her chair, slumped over in Fil's lap. Fil nods, "Can you make something to clear her system? She's embarassing herself in front of guests."   "I may not be able to uncover codes or answers to specific puzzles, but I can at least come up with trends and expectations."   "Sure thing! I'll just be a moment..." Carm goes to the kitchen and comes back with some sort of cold coffee-like drink, except even more caffeinated. Plenty of creamer or whatever people put in coffee to make it taste half decent. She also brings a couple extra handkerchiefs. "Might be able to figure out how best to allocate resources or guide growth for early access to especially powerful abilities, assuming it's that sort of game." It has magic sciency twink stuff to clear her system too. Probably laxatives. "That sounds quite reasonable," Clark says, nodding. "I-" he catches sight of his mother, and lets out a sight. "She has overindulged again," he says irritably. "My apologies for her behavior." She helps Fil administer the drink to Mall, sitting her up and cleaning the drool. "Honey, can you hear me? We need to take you to the bathroom so your system can get out whatever intoxicating substances you've put in it." Annie shakes her head. "It's fine. I was....sort of overwhelmed by meeting your progenitors anyway. I know Fil already so it's less scary when it's just him." Mall stumbles into the facilities, mumbling about the infinite telomerase "This has all happened so fast." "Yes, yes. Lots of telomerase, lots of cancer or whatever. Sir, <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> assuming fil came along what'd she take to end up like this, if you know? We might need to pump her stomach if it's too much of an overdose." "Indeed, it has. I am unsure if i will be unable to finish answering all requests before the planet is destroyed," Clark says unhappily. "It will certainly reflect badly upon my work record." "I'm surprised GodOS hasn't asked you to work on something else in preparation of the....change in priorities." Fil waves his hand. "It's nothing like that. She just likes to have a bit of fun when she's not working." "Some sort of training for the game, or requisitioning resources for the team." "With so many more individuals seeking an audience with GodOS, the work of those who process such requests is ever more important. It is quite busy, after all." "GodOS has little time to process frivolous requests at the moment," he says, glancing at Carmelita. Carmelita nods. "Understandable." She directly addresses Mall. "Hey buddy, try not to go this far at your next party, eh? Wouldn't want the other guests to see you with all that drool on your nice clothing!" "...And you don't exactly look like you're having a great time with the copious amount of laxatives speeding through your system, hahah." "I guess. But I'm surprised you're needed for that more than you're needed for something else." Clark, your device pings again. Clark checks his device automatically. GodOS has asked if you would like to reassign partners yourself. It shows a list of all the players it added after the meeting: Blake, Elly, Sandy, and Carmelita, along with the unassigned Morton and Dell. Clark blinks. "It seems we will have a few new players," he says to Annie, showing her the message. "As an Archivist, you have records on these individuals. Would you please assist me in selecting appropriate partners for each of them, based upon their castes and personalities?" Annie nods. "It still strikes me as odd that we're worried about Primers at a time like this. Seems like it would be easier to just forbid fraternization entirely." But she pulls up the records on her YLIP. "The continuation of our species is a priority for GodOS. It seems sensible enough to me." "Sure, once the game is resolved." "We do not know how long the game lasts. It may be that our descendants are the ones that shall finish it." "Oh, that's a whole new level of pressure I didn't need." "Well in that case I guess we should be looking at the stat bonuses when pairing these people up, right?" "That would seem sensible. With luck, our progeny shall be far fitter then we." <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;">meanwhile, the prescratch twinks are sitting in a dreambubble flowerfield: "FUCKING NERDS" Can I run a query on the tables showing their stats and stim bonuses to show the one that maximizes stat gains and where the stat losses stay in the dump stats? sure! roll computers and Lore <div style='border: 1px solid black; background-color: #fafafa; width: 400px; padding: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em;'> Rolling 4dF+2 (Computers)  +2  = 2 <div style='border: 1px solid black; background-color: #fafafa; width: 400px; padding: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em;'> Rolling 4dF+3 (Lore)  +3  = 2 ok AA  you and ET get to reassign the partners for the following twinks: MALE: Elly, Dell, Morton FEMALE: Carmelita, Sandy, Blake i can give you more information on any individual twink you select Well, let's start with Elly then. Elly! Describe yourself to the shippers stat wise? stats yes Annie, you manage to find a portfolio on Elly. eleganceEmbodied1594, in the Thespian caste. +4: Decieve. +3: Will, Physique, +2: Rapport, Empathy, Athletics, +1: Strife, Trolling, Notice. "A Thespian?" "What kind of game is this that we need a Thespian?" Clark shrugs. "Perhaps they were simply chosen for their genes." "Maybe. I'm not sure what to pair Thespian genes with though. I guess it would help if we knew what stats we really need to maximize in this game." She sighs. "Still wouldn't mind a walkthrough here." <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;">is there anything else I should add? <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;">no. blame carmelita if you don't like your options <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> Haha. (( Can I get the caste bonuses for the others? I just pulled up the character sheets for stats for the others. ((sure! Blake is Rapport + Athletics, Carmelita is Crafts + Lore, Sandy is Lore + Investigate, You know Elly, Morton is Physique + Athletics, and Dell is Physique + Strife)  <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;">you also know that Pairing blake with anyone OTHER than the thespian would be a huge insult to her. She should more appropriately be paired with Malik or Clark, but those ships were not opened up for rearrangement, unless you'd like to ask GodOS?    <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> GodOS has far more important matters to attend to!    <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> Is Blake showing as an Assassin or as a Companion when I look? Companion "Hmm. The only stat synergy on here is between Blake and Dell, but pairing a Companion with a Warrior would be ridiculous." "I guess Elly and Blake is the best pairing if we keep rank in mind, and at least it'll help his Rapport. It won't help her any really, but she's a Companion, so I mean....I doubt she's going to be doing much." "That's still a big fall for her, rank wise though. She'd make more sense with you or Malik. But you've both already been assigned." "But GodOS knows what it's doing." "Of course it does. Elly and Blake sound like a fine pairing to me," Clark says, studying the stats. "At the very least, we will need entertainers of all sorts once society is re-established." "I suppose." "What about our warrior? Physical ability might prove important in the game." So that leaves us with only two possible options. Carmelita/Morton and Sandy/Dell or Carmelita/Dell and Sandy/Morton. carmelita did protest the Carmelita/Dell pairing, but if it's in her best interest <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> do it she'll be so mad "Carmelita and Sandy are both going to bring more cleverness or intelligence than anything that would seriously help Dell." ((Don't forget that twink pairings serve as teams, essentially"  ))   <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> True.    cleverness might help with puzzles))   "So I guess we should think of it in terms of teams making up for one another's weaknesses."   "You have any thoughts on these two?"   Carmelita might be the best choice for Dell," Clark says after a moment. "It is what GodOS selected originally." "Oh, is it?" "Well yeah, then that does seem best." "Did we just select the same pairings GodOS had already chosen?" "As far as I know, GodOS had not made a decision for Elly, Sandy, Morton, or Blake." "Does Sandy and Morton appear fine?" "Yeah. And I guess it had better. They've got no other choices really. Unless we assign any females to already-paired males." "Which might cause the same conflicts GodOS was trying to avoid." "That would seem unwise. But if you think it the correct course of action..." Clark trails off, uncertain. "No. There are five males and five females. It just makes sense to do one to one pairings." She sighs. "Malik's not going to cause a stink about Blake, is he?" "I do not see how he could. GodOS has already assigned him a partner." Clark shrugs. "But he can be...temperamental. We will simply have to remind him of GodOS' wisdom, should he complain." "He seemed fine with being paired with Trixie even though she's actually a little lower in rank than me." "But men get weird about Companions." "I do not understand why. Indeed, why they are so important in the successful running of our society has always been somewhat of a mystery to me." Clark shrugs again. "But I am not arrogant enough to claim to have equal knowledge to GodOS." "Well, like you said, we'll just have to trust GodOS." "Indeed! All of us should simply be thankful that we have partners at all, and parts to play in its plans. It is truly an honor, is it not?" Clark smiles. "I guess. But it's so much pressure. I'm already having to make decisions that might doom our chances and I haven't even got my guide yet." "I am certain you are doing quite well," Clark says eagerly. "I can find no fault in your choices thus far. If you continue performing as you have been, I am sure you can accomplish all your future game objectives. Unless GodOS meant for you to fail them for some reason, in which case I am sure you will only fail them because they were impossible." Most of the twinks at this point have gathered around one of the holographic viewing tables. They've put on a Casteless Hunt. Annie rolls her eyes and looks away. She hates these things. Probably just because she associates them with Dan. The information feed above the action announces that this particular Casteless used to be in the Security Caste, but he was ousted after allowing Archivist Libby and Companion Scarlet to walk into his facility and steal a Prototype Multiverse Teleporter. Annie turns back after hearing this. Clark tisks. "A terrible lapse in duty. It is well he lost his caste for something of this nature." "Weren't those two..." "...didn't GodOS mention them in the first group?" Clark considers. "It did mention an Archivist named Libby. But the one named Scarlet was an Assassin, not a Companion. I am sure it is just a coincidence." Carmy somewhat pays attention to whats going on in the hologram while she directs most of her attention to making sure everyone looks like theyre enjoying their food, because she is a professional. Carmelita. You are permitted a short break to rest before serving dessert. Feel free to do what you wish. "Hmm. Still, if it's the same Libby....hmm. I don't know. Surely if it was something GodOS needed them to have, they would have simply requisitioned it with GodOS's permission..." "Indeed. Why would they, or we for that matter, be required to steal anything?" Pff, fuck breaks. She's *Carmelita.* Carmelita don't need no breaks. She walks over to Annie and Clark. "Are you two enjoying your meal? :)"  "I am enjoying my food, yes," Clark says. "Annie?"   "Mmmm." She's deep in thought.   "Great! Dessert will be out in just a few moments. Until then, would you like anything else? :)" "Answers." "Answers to... Ah, what, exactly?" <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> Does Carmelita have a nametag? <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> yes <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> Nice. <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> she introduced herself at the beginning too <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> Oh, did she? To Annie? <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> to everyone in general <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> 'im the chef, carmelita, smiley face' somethin like that <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> im sure you missed it though. nobody pays attention to the hardworking chef, the backbone of the restaurant and party. T_T "As long as you are here, I should inform you that your request to change your partner was accepted by GodOS, and the choice given to my partner and I," Clark pushes his plate back slightly. "Huh?" Annie looks up. "Oh, you're Carmelita?" "Oh! My, what a coincidence. Yes, the one and only!" "Yeah, we picked a good partner for you that should make a great teammate for the upcoming stuff." "Ooh, in the mission I know nothing about? Who'd you give me? What caste? :)"  "Warrior."   ":)" ":')"  "We believe that your skill sets will complement one another's. And your children will be most useful in fulfilling GodOS' aims," Clark says eagerly.   "GreaT! FABULOUS. AmAZinG. I do hope you enjoy yOUR DESSERT. >:). >>>>:). I have to get back to the kitchen now to prEPARE that dessert further. Maybe even prepare some of tomorrows foods,,,. Goodbye! :) :) :) :) :) :) :)" She walks fast to the kitchen, and there's faint sounds of things breaking. "And he'll be able to keep you safe if you get into any dangerous situations." "Oh, okay. Um....have fun." "Well, I believe that went well. I was afraid she might react badly," Clark says brightly. "She....seemed a little frazzled." "But I guess this sort of thing is a little overwhelming. I'm still frazzled from the news too." "Oh. I see." Clark examines his plate. "You are...displeased then?" "Like I said earlier, it's just all happening so fast." "I didn't expect to be partnered up this young." "My old primer was actually kind of....on hard mode." "Or maybe more like impossible mode." "'1. Find me an acre of land between the salt water and the sea strand; 2. Reap it with a sickle of leather; 3. Make me a cambric shirt with seams or fine needlework..." "And it just goes on like that." " I am not much of an agriculturalist. Or tailor," Clark admits. "But I would certainly do my best to complete your primer." "So....why did you never ask me for my primer until now? I know my progenitors like the pairing, and sometimes the things Fil says makes me think he wants the same thing..." Clark settles back in his chair. "Well, I was very preoccupied with my work. I did not really give the matter much thought except when my progenitors spoke of it. And sometimes the language they used to discuss it...well, it was not anything I wanted to linger overlong upon. But now that GodOS has decreed it, completing your primer is now quite important." She chews at her lip. "That's pretty much how I felt about it. I've got work. Always seemed more important. And less terrifying." "I suppose I simply thought that I would know when the time came. And it has." "I guess that's one way to look at it." "I have to admit I'm feeling a little better about this now." "I am glad. And for whatever it is worth, I am glad GodOS assigned us together. I think that we are very compatible." Clark say with a smile. "I am sure you will be a most suitable partner in all possible aspects." Annie smiles nervously. "It's all still a little overwhelming. But yeah. You might be right. I might need you to be patient with me though." Carmelita, it's time to serve dessert Would you like to make any special rolls regarding dessert? <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;">RIP To make my dessert more AMAZING? YESSIREE DO I GET PLUSSES TO MY CRAFTS FROM MY STIMS not yet you guys have to design some high powered stims yours are currently built into your stats good thing you have a MEDICAL CASTE coming along to do that for you whoopie alright, so i roll crafts then? or was that just asking if i wanted to roll to poison the shit out of peoples desserts roll crafts then :D <div style='border: 1px solid black; background-color: #fafafa; width: 400px; padding: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em;'> Rolling 4df+4  +4 = 7 i dont wanna poison nobody tho just make the best fucking dessert ever amazing dessert is amazing tell us what dessert is, Chef Carmelita Carmelita dollies out the dollycarts full of... "CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARAAAAAAAAMEEEEEEL FOR EVERYONE!! :D That is what your dessert is tonight! PLEASE, *do* enjoy it, and if you *DON'T* like CAAAARAMEL, then there is also some chocolate pudding. :D :D :D We have CARAMEL CAKE, Caramel BROWNIES, Caramel and Pecan ICE CREAM, Caramel PIE, Cupcakes, Muffins, SALTED CARAMELS, Caramel covered fruits, Caramel Bread, and most importantly: A TUB OF CARAMEL SAUCE. Eeeeeenjoy!!!! :) :) :)"  She does a few twirls for effect, too.   And most of the food has like, sparkly caramel sprinkles.   She really went all out on this.   Her mouth says happiness. Her eyes say DEATH TO EVERYONE.   "Well, that ll looks quite good. What do you think you will sample first, Annie?" Clark asks.   "I'll try the Caramel Brownies. Hey, you're called Carmelita and you specialize in Caramel?"   She gracefully spins over. "Of COOOOURSE. :) Though I will admit, even if my name were not full of caramel, I would specialize in it anyway, for it is the BEST food."  "It looks delicious. I can tell you're really good at your job."   "I find that cooking is a good way to focus my... energy :)"   "When I'm so FULL of... INSPIRATION, I make sure to pull out the big guns: CARAMEL. :)"  "Well, I am glad you have plenty of energy and inspiration," Clark remarks. "I am sure your partner will enjoy your efforts! I think I will try the brownies as well."   ":)"   <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> :)    <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> http://scribbles-and-sobs.tumblr.com/post/124642871567/magicgirlkyubey-this-is-such-a-wonderful-request     "Thank you SOOOO(*eyetwitch*) OOOMUCH. :) :)"   "REALLY. I can't remember I had patrons this happy to compliment the cook."   *er, i cant remember the last time i   "You are most welcome! I believe your skills are going to be called upon quite often in the coming days. It is is only sensible to remain on your good side," Clark says happily. "Not that our remarks are untrue." "Oh? And what is happening in the coming days? I sure hope :) your vague mentions of our mission :) mean we will be meeting once again :) in the future. :)" "Indeed, we are. I expect Annie and I shall be seeing you and your partner many times in the future." "And why would that be? :)"  Clark, your device blings   Driven by pure instinct, Clark checks his device.   You need to head back to your dorm and begin your entrances.   ":)" "Excuse me, please. Annie, Carmelita, you should return to your dorms and prepare. We are entering soon." Clark stands, hesitating for a moment. "Do you think I should wish my progenitors farewell?" (alright just fucking check your device when im talking to you you piece of absolute garbage i swear to godos you are the most annoying person i have ever met in my entire life i regret that poisoning my food in order to kill someone through it is against my values and if i were to change one thing about myself in this very moment it would either be the fact that i refuse to do that or the fact that i havent whacked you over the head with a wok yet) "SURE THING. I will be going home right away, because my work is definitely done here. :) And saying farewell only seems polite. :)" ^view of her thoughts special for all of you Clark nods absently. "Right, yes. Though Fil looks engaged in watching that program. Perhaps I will just send them a message." "Yeah. We probably shouldn't let on too much about what's going on. And....maybe an electronic message would be the easiest way to not give too much again." "What's actually going on? Is this important enough to up and leave and hope the other cooks clean this place up?" "And deal with how pissed they'll be tomorrow because none of them have a patience capacity as strong as mine?" Clark nods, before quickly tapping out a message of farewell addressed to both his progenitors, thanking them for the invitation to dinner. "Yes, I would think so. I doubt you will face any official sanction for it. Well, I suppose this is goodbye until we meet again on the other side." This last is mostly addressed to Annie, whom Clark is looking at, uncertain as to what to do next. Annie nods. "I suspect you'll be given the day off tomorrow regardless." AA, ET, on a scale of 1 to 10, how awake are you nerds? 1 being "Crawling into bed rn" 10 being "I WILL SEE THE SUN" "Alright :) Well I have no idea what's going on and I certainly will listen to both of you because we're such good friends by now :)" 10  "SO GOODBYE THEN. :)"   420   <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;">i would say im at a 6 or 7, but I am not the one being asked    <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;">10. But I know it must be pretty late for you. Where do you fall on that scale?    10   i'm not sure where i fall. I was gonna take a break from running and see where i feel, and then if you two are up for it we could do Annie's entrance.   provided i'm not like   dying   Okay. I'm up till 6 AM one way or another. So it's all up to you two.   i did take a nap this afternoon   Time is an illusion, so I am good. If you two are.   i'll go take a quick break. I'll brb.   hahah   ?   <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> Oooh, neato. You kids ready? <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> Yes. <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> Yes. do you guys want to RP your parting, or just skip straight to "Annie arrives in her Dorm?" <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> I'm fine with skipping. I think they were mostly just going to be sending texts to their progenitors and things. <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> Yeah, let's skip to Annie. Ok  Clark, your dorm is significantly closer than Annie's. You manage to get home, and have the software installed, long before she arrives. Annie, you arrive back in your dorm. Your console is already flashing red with "urgent business" Annie checks it. She's surprised it didn't go to her YLIP if it was that urgent. It appears to be an install from GodOS: SPlex Client and SPlex Server "Oh. That makes sense." She proceeds with the installations. Annie, as with most things, it installs rapidly, and within a few moments, you are facing a dialog box. "Connect to Assigned Server ( obstructiveClerk7694)? Y/N" Y.  Clark, you can see annie's room on your screen. Along with what you see pictured, there is also a large tank with tubes and hoses coiled next to it. And anything else AA would like to add. Things are piled up in a fashion that doesn't seem to have any sort of system to it. Work is piled up on her desk. A lot of these books aren't even electronic, but actual paper stuff. Some of it looks quite old. All of the drawers in the room are open to varying degrees, and it doesn't look like the clothes are filed in any coherent system either. OC: Hello, Annie. I have just received conformation that you have downloaded the necessary software. Is this correct? "AA: Yes, it is." Clark, you can also see Annie. Annie, not realizing she would be seen, took off her pants pretty much the moment she got home. So she's sitting in her bedroom in just a shirt and underwear. OC: Excellent. You also already appear to have a vast amount of data in your block, which could be quite helpful. Though I am not certain how it is organized. Perhaps you could explain it to me later. AA: You....can see into my room? OC: Well, yes. I quite like that shirt, by the way. It is very flattering. Annie begins blushing furiously. OC: Actually, I am not quite sure how your closet is organized, either. You appear to keep your underwear and shirts on hangers, and yet both of these articles are also sticking out of drawers. You may need to expliaj this system as well. She begins hyperventilating. "Calm down Annie. He's your partner. He's....SUPPOSED to be able to see you like this." OC: I should warn you, that while I can see you, I cannot hear you. You will still be required to type. She reads this. "AA: Alright." "AA: Yes, I'll explain my filing system later. Most people don't get it though." OC: I will do my best to understand. Perhaps I could even help you, with supervision. You could always use another pair of hands. AA: You're uh....not embarrassed by how I'm dressed? I didn't know I would be seen. I can put on pants or something. OC: No, your current attire pleases me. I have no objection to you remaining as you are. She blushes a little deeper, and struggles to steady her breath again. She checks her nose to make sure it's not bleeding. AA Did you get any instructions about what to do once we connect? OC: Well, I believe that I can move things in your environment. Let me see. Clark clicks on a shirt hanging out of a drawer, pushing it inside, before closing it. This does, indeed work. OC: My apologies if I have disturbed your system with my test. <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;">Has Clark actually received any instructions yet on what to do? ((he has a vague document telling him to place certain devices in Annie's bedroom, then more instructions talking about kernels and lathes? AA: Is there anything I'm supposed to be doing? She looks through her YLIP looking to see if she has access to any information about this process. OC: Not at the moment. First, I need to place several devices in your room. OC: On second thought, you might wish to clear some space. AA: Okay, that probably really IS going to ruin my system...  She rubs her temples. AA: I guess this is life and death. OC: Yes. She begins moving stuff aside. The only information you currently have tells you to find the package delivered to your Dorm during the second half of the Light Cycle, and to follow instructions as given to you by your Partner. Clark, doing some quick mental math, you can tell these items will NOT all fit in her dorm, even if she digitized and destroyed EVERYTHING. AA: I am going to go look for a package that was supposed to be delivered while you're placing those devices. OC: Annie, who are your neighbors? Annie responds with the requested data, though her player does not know the answer himself. Annie's neighbors are mostly young, unpartnered females as well, usually in the higher castes. OC: Do you know if they are currently in their dwellings? Annie. They are usually out at this time in the evening. Gotta find a Partner. AA: They're probably out trying to find someone to ask them for a Primer. Clark quickly types out a request seeking permission for an emergency expansion of anxiousArchivist2112's quarters, to be carried out through SPlex, sending it off. The request is rubberstamped almost immediately OC: Please remove all important material from the two walls horizontal to your entranceway. Annie goes over to the walls and follows Clark's instructions. <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> Can Clark see into the adjoining rooms? You can see into Annie's bathroom, but the other apartments are not part of her domicile, and the game seems to prevent you from intruding OC: Hmm. I apologize, Annie, but it appears your bathtub is required. Please enter the bathroom and stay there until I am finished. "My bathtub?" Annie walks into the bathroom looking confused. Clark clicks upon the bathtub, pulling it up and into the main room. He then proceed to throw it at the two cleared walls several times, until the majority of them have been knocked down. Annie gives a little shriek as she realizes what's happening, and throws herself to the floor, covering the back of her head with her hands. Clark, your view expands to include Annie's neighbor's rooms, which appear to belong to a Courtesan to the left, and a Designer to the right. Neither of them are home, but you now have plenty of space!! "Oh man, they're going to kill me if they see this." She returns to her device. OC: There. I have expanded your dwelling. Don't worry; I had proper authorization to do so. Clark drops the battered tub in roughly the same spot it had been. She whispers to herself and rolls her eyes. "The perfect crime." OC: I am now going to begin to place the machines. AA: All right, I'll look for that package now. Annie goes to search for it. roll investigate <div style='border: 1px solid black; background-color: #fafafa; width: 400px; padding: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em;'> Rolling 4dF+4  +4 = 6 you find it, along with quite a few of your other things, in the Courtesan's room. "..."  "I *KNEW* my system hadn't failed me!" "Take *THAT*, Connie!" OC: That would also look nice on you! That one lying next to the box and that lotion. She returns to her device. AA: Which one? Connie looks at the things Clark's indicating. OC: The pale purple dress, with the hole in the chest. I suppose they are all yours, now. Her blush returns. AA: I would probably catch fire if I tried to wear something like that. OC: I do not think the material is particular flammable. By that logic, it would seem safer to not wear anything at all. "Oh godOS. Is he saying these things on PURPOSE?!" She starts hyperventilating again. Clark deploys the cruxtruder in a clear patch of space in the Companion's former room. Annie opens the package and looks at its contents while she tries to steady her breathing. Annie, inside you find a bright red feather, and a slim white box. Are there any labels on these? Clark then places the alchemizer in Annie's room, carefully not on anything, and the totem lathe in the Designer's room. on the items in the box, or the devices The items in the box. There is a small insert in the box that reads "Item 1: Feather" and "Item 2: Archive Core" OC: Alright, I am going to pry the lid off of the tall cylinder. Something should emerge, which you will combined with a item from that box you are holding. I believe. "These are numbered. Order matters, I'm guessing." "Do I recall GodOS saying something about the second items not being added till after something else had happened?" OC: I can see you speaking, but please remember that I cannot hear you. She nods and types it into her console. AA: Do I recall GodOS saying something about the second items not being added till after something else had happened?"  OC: Yes. Our instructions are to only add the first item. We are only to add the second once the game is underway. I think.   AA: Understood.   Clark clicks upon the top of the cruxtruder and attempts to open it.   it appears to need more than a gentle click. It does have a large wheel, but your instructions say to "bash" the top of the cruxtruder.   OC: I am going to need to borrow your bathtub again.   AA: Oh GodOS.   She hides behind something sturdy.   Clark drags the bathtub into the next room, smashing it into the top of the cruxtruder.   It easily pops off, and a flickering red orb floats out of the top. Annie, he bashed the thing so hard the liquid in your tank is still sloshing about.   Clark quickly puts the tub back.   Sort of where it is meant to go.   that tub is a champ and is climbing it's echeladder like a pro AA: This is the orb I'm supposed to put the items in? AA: Or item, rather. OC: I think so, yes. She takes out the feather labeled #1 from the box and then tries to put it in the orb. Do you wanna roll bb? call high or low roll 1d100 <div style='border: 1px solid black; background-color: #fafafa; width: 400px; padding: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em;'> Rolling 1d100 High   = 82 it quickly takes the feather, becoming Ibissprite She nods her head, then returns to her device. AA: That's done. What now? OC: Now, I believe you have to turn the wheel on the side of the cylinder, which should produce a cylinder of something. Annie goes over to the wheel and begins to turn it. roll physique <div style='border: 1px solid black; background-color: #fafafa; width: 400px; padding: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em;'> Rolling 4dF  = 0 "This is..." (grunt) "...not my..." (wheeze) "...strong suit." Annie is woefully underprepared for the task OC: Hmm. Perhaps I could try? Stand back a bit, please. She does so, while catching her breath. Clark attempts to turn the wheel with his cursor. roll computers <div style='border: 1px solid black; background-color: #fafafa; width: 400px; padding: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em;'> Rolling 4df+3  +3 = 4 you easily spin the wheel, and a chunk of... something... comes out of the cruxtruder. Your guide calls it cruxite. Annie goes over and collects it. OC: Good. Take the cylinder to the machine in your other neighbor's former room. OC: Also, that pair of small shorts on the ground next to you would be cute as well. Annie does so, arranging the cylinder in the obvious manner, all the while a thick blush colors her face.. <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> Anything of obvious interest in the Designer's room? Besides the machine. <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> Probably a cool draftsman's table and other toys Sami would probably love to get ahold of. <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> And also me. <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> Okay. Something that would certainly attract Clark's interest besides the machine and half-clothed Annie. <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> top of the line cintiq tablet, full set of every copic marker ever, beautiful pens and a big light box with comfy chair, draft table, two walls of all windows to let in natural light, multiple mannequins to assist with posing, mini-fridge stocked with drinks of your choice <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> Oh man. I want to captchalog the whole lot. <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> And send me the codes. OC: You new additions look very nice indeed. OC: Alright, activate the device. Or "Totem Lathe," rather. Annie activates the Totem Lathe. it does nothing. AA: If it's doing anything, I'm not seeing it. OC: Hmm. Perhaps we have skipped a step. Let me consult my guide. You notice your guide mentions a card. Clark checks to see if he can deploy such a card. Indeed. there is such a card available Clark deploys it next to the totem lathe. OC: Alright, place that card into the machine. AA: Got it. Annie picks up the card and puts it in the machine. Good job OC: Now attempt to start the machine. She does so. The lathe quickly files away at the totem, leaving an interesting carving in it's place She captchalogs this totem. OC: Alright. Now take that object and put it on the small platform on the machine in your original room. Annie follows the instructions. you now have a totem sitting on the small platform of the alchemiter She captchalogs the totem. ...  Wait, sorry. I got lost. She does NOT captchalog the totem. She runs the alchemiter. after a few moments a Scroll appears on the large platform, with a red wax seal. She picks up the scroll. AA: I assume I should open this and read it? OC: Hmm. The guide does not say anything about reading. Go ahead, I suppose. <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;">GodOS trusts Annies innability to not read something presented to her Annie breaks the seal and opens the scroll, then reads it. <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> "I prepared Exploding Runes today." When you unroll the scroll everything goes white for a minute. Clark, your screen shorts out for a minute. OC: Annie? Are you alright? <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> You've been hit by, you've been struck by, a smooth criminal. Annie, your vision clears and you find yourself in your room. Well, the Designer's room. You can see Pyramids in the distance out her windows, surrounding the city you're in like a ring. Clark, your console tells you that anxiousArchivist2112, the Seer of Hope, has entered the Land of Ode and Omen. AA: I'm okay. I think something happened though. Your display flashes a few times, Clark, then you can see Annie again. OC: Interesting! You are apparently in the Land of Ode and Omen. And your new title is the Seer of Light. OC: I am glad you are unharmed, <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> Seer of Hope, you mean? =P <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;">sigh. <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;">I HOPE that was a typo, or else you arent the LIGHTest bulb in the pack <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;">Yes. AA: I'm the what now? i said seer of hope? <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> No, I was teasing ET. oh you mean et  OC: The Seer of Light. I am unsure f what that means. <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;">ET plz <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> You did it again. =P (Damn it.) OC: The Seer of Hope. I am uncertain of what that means. AA: A title. I guess that means I am now playing the game. Perhaps it is something like the Caste system. Some games use weird fantasy caste systems to assign party responsibilities and abilities. AA: I guess that means I should apply the second item to the kernel now. I can start doing research into this guide thing while I wait for everyone else to enter. OC: A valuable use of your time. You could also try on pieces of your new wardrobe, to see what looks best on you. AA: Thank you for guiding me through this, Clark. And for....not teasing me about my state of undress. OC: Why would I tease you? She blushes again at Clark's comment. AA: ...maybe when I get a little extra time. OC: In any case, I think you are right, and it is now safe to add the second item. She nods and tosses the other item from the package that was labelled #2. The sprite attempts to flee from the box! call high or low, then roll 1d100 <div style='border: 1px solid black; background-color: #fafafa; width: 400px; padding: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em;'> Rolling 1d100 High   = 51 <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;">hah barely <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> Yeah, that's an edge case. you manage to peg the sprite anyway, and its body seems momentarily unmade, before reforming in a flash into Thothsprite. and that's where i'm ending for now it's 5:30 in the morning and i was promised TEXTS <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> Yeah, we've been running for quite some time. Thanks for running! NP NP  enjoy your land <span style="border: 1px dashed #888888; padding: 4px; color: #888888; background-color: #dddddd; display: inline-block;"> Yes, thank you very much! i hope you guys had time to grow into your characters a bit i'm gonna go lay down with my cell phone nao Yeah, I'm learning a lot about Annie. Have a good night! tfw no screen time cri cri bitch moan