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Yeowch!!! My Balls!!! posted:the noodles are traditional. no further questions Poil posted:Gobbet might end up worshipping the thing. JT Jag posted:Yeah, a decker convention of *all* places is the absolute worst place to drop Blitz's name
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quote:It's too late, Nancy. At least a dozen people have already eaten from the thing. We can't shut it down now, and we sure as hell can't let anyone know about it. If people were to get sick, the show could be held liable! Look. If it's any consolation, I've been poring through the logs of old shows to see if anyone had mentioned the Noodle Extruder, and I found something. This is amazing. Deckers discussing how eating lovely noodles is part of the convention makes for a fun tidbit about tradition and habit. Then the noodles being made from nothing makes for a great punchline. But the bit about the conversation having happened every year for fourteen years adds just the right absurd and horror. I mean, what if you were the person writing the e-mail and realizing you've already had that exact same talk for so long? I love it.
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I think it's that it's different people realizing the same thing year over year, since the Con presumably changes venue and staffing is dependent on who's contracted for it. I'm not sure if the version you propose or the way I saw it is scarier.
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I always assumed different staff as well. Maybe the catering was an attempt to break The Curse of The Noodle Extruder?
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Poil posted:I always assumed different staff as well. Heh, I like that. You could make an entire story about every day folks trying to get by under management's usually idiotic decisions, until they realize they are trying to break a noodle making machine curse. Maybe that's what the story has been gearing up towards to all this time. Think about it, Gobbet is in love with food, and she will fall in love with the machine. Isobel realizes it's tied to her past. Racter will marvel at the wonders it conjures out of nothng, Gaichu and gunshow will be Gaichu and Gunshow. And then, at the very end, when they finally found out who attacked their father figure... It was the noodle making machine all long. 'Cause the father figure wanted to change the menu for the convention and the machine didn't like it. It's got everything, drama, betrayal, and noodles.
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Ofc, the machine communicates its instructions in the bowls of noodles themselves, the contents twisting into eldritch symbols which must be obeyed.
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Turns out the machine was behind it all, including our foster father's disappearance. This is going to be a cool final fight.
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You're spaghetting closer, but I think we're already pasta the point of hints and allusions. The noodle machine is our father.
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Hmmmm...you know, we never have checked if we are a sentient pile of pasta or not...
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That's it - doing my next playthrough as a shaman of the Flying Spaghetti Monster.
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The noodle machine was originally created by someone trying to harness the power of an Asian cousin of the Flying Pasta Monster. It is powered by that unfortunate mage’s soul.
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Fighting Trousers posted:That's it - doing my next playthrough as a shaman of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. Noodle me this, Batman. Udon know what I broth to bear against you as I wheat and see what the city shall become, pho real. Ramen.
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You folks are on a roll with the noodle related puns. I'm just picturing some random decker at the con waiting in line for noodles. Then some person in front of them falls to their knees and goes "daddy? Daddy, where have you been all this time?" starts crying and hugging the machine. And someone behind the decker just mumbles "not again..." Mindopali fucked around with this message at 18:11 on Apr 11, 2024 |
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You are one beautiful, beautiful person.
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You didn't need to change the character's name - as listed on page 3 of the thread, Shin Black is already an existing instant noodle variety. It's literally why Shin Black is named that in this LP. It's the slightly smoother and fancier version of regular Shin Ramyun.
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There's a name. And then there's feeling the noodle machine that you have always been. One holds so much more potential. Mindopali fucked around with this message at 15:08 on Apr 14, 2024 |
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Part 39 - Backroom Conflicts  Barely has Is0bel made it out of the elevator, where a chance encounter almost ended our hopes for an only mildly violent run, when she's stopped again by some kind of commotion in the hallway leading to the door we're very patiently waiting for her to open for us.      Great. Another roadblock.[Is0bel's small voice chirps out, echoing your words.]  Great, another roadblock.Oh, now we're back to repeat mode? Guess we better watch the sarcastic remarks before she ends up pissing off someone troublesome again. Doesn't seem like she needs our help for that part anyway. [With an exaggerated motion, the troll swings her head toward Is0bel.]  YOU, dwarf-girl! Help me! Theesh--[She hiccups mightily. The sound reverberates in your ears.] ...Theesh DREKHEADSH want me to leave! Becaush I'm a TROLL! Uh... what's happening here? None of your business. You're not even hotel staff - you shouldn't be back here at all! Now clear... nnght... clear the way and report to your manager - quit fighting me, drat it! - before I talk to him for you!Great advice! Nobody in this room, er, that room, is having a great time tonight so let's please just go our separate ways and let everyone involved do their jobs in peace. [The former door guard stares at Is0bel. Recognition dawns on her face.]  Hey, I remember you. You said that you had to meet some caterers up on six. What are you doing down here? Well, here we go again it seems. Alright, let's try to keep things non-confrontational, these two don't seem to be in any better mood than that last guy. Plus we're dealing with the actual security this time rather than just the threat of it. Okay. Say "I was just checking to see if anybody down here wanted a drink." Just checking to see if anyone needed a drink. You, uh... you want a mojito?[The man strains against the troll's drunken efforts. His brow is beaded with sweat.] You... aah! You shouldn't - HOLD STILL! - be here. Not even to offer drinks![The troll looks down on Is0bel and issues a mush-mouthed plea.] IGNORE these pigsh and HELP me! I'll take the runt on the left, you take the right! [Is0bel stares into the PDA. She looks irritated.] To hell with this. It's a waste of time, and we've got a schedule to keep.[Her hand moves towards her weapon.] What do you mean? What schedule? Okay, not being a social butterfly is one thing, but this is like watching an actual social rhinoceros just smashing violently into everything talkative she comes across. What the hell can we even say to salvage this one now, nothing good comes to mind at all. Ugh, schedule... catering... food... Wait, maybe we can try to repeat what we did earlier with those runners, a namedrop of something sufficiently specific and well-known enough to give her some credibility. We did read some horror stories about something that might fit the bill on Shadowlands not long ago. It's a long shot but hey, at this point... Say: "My work schedule. After I'm done here, I need to pull a double-shift at Uncle Tse's House of Pork."  You work at Uncle Tse's? That place is a vomit factory.[Is0bel's voice goes deadly serious.] I know. ...Look, just hurry back to the kitchen and get out of our hair.[She steps aside to let Is0bel pass.] That was close.[There is a brief pause, then she mutters a response under her breath. The mic barely picks it up.] This is exhausting. No more improvisation for me, I'm done with this. From now on, I'm your parrot - just tell me what to say and I'll say exactly that. After what almost happened in the elevator, I think that's a good call. She's almost the door anyway and the path seems clear, surely we're spared any more random encounters from h-  Gah!    You can't be serious, now it's the catering manager himself?! This has got to be some kind of curse at this point, maybe that guy we knocked out was real close with some jerkass deity or another. Urgh... I got turned around. These hotels all look the same to me.  Turned around? There are signs all over the place![His cheeks slowly begin to turn red.] What are you doing wandering around back here at all? You should be in one of two places: the show floor or the kitchen. Period.And why is everyone's so drat angry all the time too, can't we at least meet someone chill for a change? I didn't know. I'm new here. "I didn't know. I'm new here." Yeah, no poo poo. I don't recogniz-- MEANWHILE...  Wait, excuse me? What?[He leans in. Gets in your face. You can taste the onions on his breath.]  I said that it's time to get off the damned demo kiosk! You've been hogging it for way too long, and there's a line here!Can you seriously not be here and do this right now man Just give me five more minutes, and it's all yours. "Just give me five more minutes, and it's all yours." What's all mine? What are you talking about? You aren't even one of our employees, are you? Do I need to get security? I *said,* that's enough! I've been following the devs of this software for *months* now, and I traveled seventeen hours to try it out myself. You do *not* get to tell me that I flew here for nothing. Get the hell off the kiosk or I'm calling security!You know what fine, go call your precious security. Hell, why don't we all call security together, make it a real nice moment of mutual bonding before they gun us down and finally free us from whatever endless nightmare touching this cursed kiosk apparently dragged us into. Get out of my face before I break your damned nose.[He bristles with rage.] Oh, you wanna get physical over this? *Huge* mistake, asshat. I'm not just an enthusiast, I'm a *shadowrunner.* Last chance. Get out of my way or I'll put you in the ground. [He brings up his wrist to stare at the screen, a frown etched onto his face.] But she's been hogging the kiosk for nearly a half an hour already-- You'll live. Besides, you're *supposed* to be scoring us water bottles, remember? NovaHott is in dire need of refreshment. It's true. I'm parched. ...Yeah, all right. Tell her sorry, I didn't think this would take so long.[He shoots you an accusatory glance.] You'll all get your water soon. ...Well? You gonna speak up and tell me what you're really doing back here? I already know that you're not one of my employees. You've got about five seconds before I call security.Well, for better or worse this farce gets to continue on a while longer, impressing those runners earlier with our bullshitting seems to have ended up getting that particular fly to buzz off somewhere else. Now there's just this other one left. Alright, maybe something like... I'm here to check up on the vendors here at the show - tech vendors, the catering crew, all of it. To make sure that the reputation of our venue isn't tarnished. "I'm here to check up on the vendors here at the show - tech vendors, the catering crew, all of it. To make sure that the reputation of our venue isn't tarnished." ...Oh. You're like a secret shopper, that sort of thing.[He stares down at Is0bel, a newfound respect on his face.] Well. I hope you'll tell your employers that Pastry Magic & More! Catering went above and beyond the call of duty to respect your hotel and its rules. I, uh... yeah, I will.   Okay, the door switch is now literally RIGHT THERE, this has got to be the end it. Swear to god, if that sculpture turns out to be some goddess of food serving and demands her to recite the Mystic Rites of Catering or else she'll call security on us, we're gonna tear this building off its foundations and toss the whole drat mess into the bay. Although, there is that other unlocked door there, and it's awfully difficult to pass those by without at least a peek...  - Fun fact: The real reason we took this long to pick up Is0bel's run was specifically to unlock and read that one Shadowlands thread about the House of Pork because it enables the dialogue choice for getting past the drunk and two guards peacefully without 5 Intelligence or the Socialite etiquette. Like with most of the thread topics, its appearance is tied to the number of missions finished. - Also I wouldn't be surprised if this mission had the most unique portraits for any run in the series, there's a whole lot of them at any rate. --- In another example of this run having pretty stringent dialogue requirements, while the 5 Intelligence choice works right away, using the Socialite etiquette choice to try and fast-talk your way through drunk-and-guards encounter also requires a (relatively easy) Charisma check afterwards. It connects to the same conclusion in the end so it's not repeated here. Hey, I remember you. You said that you had to meet some caterers up on six. What are you doing down here? (Socialite) Tell them: "Sorry, I had to get more fuel canisters for the chafing dishes. We were told that you had some here." We needed more fuel for the chafing dishes, the buffet is getting cold. There was supposed to be some here. Why would we keep cooking supplies here? If anything, they'd be in the kitchen. (Charisma 4) Say: "Look, I only know what I'm told. My boss said to come here, so I did." Look, I only know what I'm told.[Her voice is firmer now. More confident.] My boss said to come here, so I did. You do what your rear end in a top hat boss tells you, don't you?[She tilts her head toward the now violently hiccuping troll.] Nice embellishment.--- Befriending the three runners earlier pacifies "Matchstick" and is practically an automatic clear through the catering manager encounter, but you can always simply decide you've had enough: ...You do *not* get to tell me that I flew here for nothing. Get the hell off the kiosk or I'm calling security! Oh, to hell with this. Change of plans, Is0bel - we're going loud. drat right we are. This was a stupid idea to begin with - we should play to our strengths.[The catering manager's eyes go wide as she reaches for her rifle.] (As a side note here: There's a couple of these mentions of Is0bel's "rifle" in this mission, likely unfixed references to the point in development when she still used a sniper rifle instead of a pistol.) I'll handle things on this end.[The decker in front of you must see something in your expression that he doesn't like. Slowly, he begins to back away.]  Well. This promises to be... interesting.[Koschei rears back on its hind legs. An attack posture. Racter smiles back at you.] Come, my friend. Let's make some noise.--- If the runner group wasn't befriended with the difficult skill checks or (half-bugged) cranial deck topic, the dual-conversation tightrope must be walked the hard way. This can go wrong for example like this: ...you do *not* get to tell me that I flew here for nothing. Get the hell off the kiosk or I'm calling security! Get out of my face before I break your damned nose. Oh, you wanna get physical over this? *Huge* mistake, asshat. I'm not just an enthusiast, I'm a *shadowrunner.* Last chance. Get out of my way or I'll put you in the ground. "Get out of my face before I break your damned nose."[The catering manager's eyes go wide. He puffs out his chest and stalks toward Is0bel, screaming.] You will *not* threaten me, you pathetic little rodent! I'm going to haul you out of here *myself!* Look, I'm here to do a job. Get out of my hair and let me do it, and I'll be on my way. What, are you a tech reviewer, or something? Never mind, don't answer that - I don't care. If you wanted special time and consideration with the kiosk, you should've arranged that with the devs *ahead of time.* But now you're wasting everybody's time, including mine. "Look, I'm here to do a job. Get out of my hair and let me do it, and I'll be on my way." A job?! I don't know what you're here to do, but it sure as hell isn't serving food for my company. You must have stolen that uniform![He slaps a button on the PDA that he wears on his wrist.] There. The guards are on their way, you little maniac. Enjoy talking to *them* about this.--- Or it can work out well, for example like this: You aren't even one of our employees, are you? Do I need to get security? ...You do *not* get to tell me that I flew here for nothing. Get the hell off the kiosk or I'm calling security! Be my guest. I work for this hotel's owner. The security team is going to take my word over yours. Oh yeah? And what do you do here, exactly?[He stands, hands on his hips, his jaw thrust out.] Tell me why I have to wait on you. "Be my guest. I work for this hotel's owner. The security team is going to take my word over yours." You work for the owner? So, then, you're not a Pastry Magic employee?[He sounds skeptical.] So, then... why are you wearing one of our uniforms? I'm here to gauge customer satisfaction with the show. We're trying to decide whether to host DeckCon again in '57. Collecting candid interviews with convention-goers and subcontractors is part of that.[The decker continues to stare, hands on his hips.] ...Huh. Well, uh... did I pass? I mean, did you get what you need from me? I really want to get my hands on that software, and I'm not leaving until I do... but I don't want my eagerness to get in the way of the show coming back next year. "I'm here to gauge customer satisfaction with the show. We're trying to decide whether to host DeckCon again in '57.[She levels her gaze at the catering manager.] "Collecting candid interviews with convention-goers and subcontractors is a part of that." Was that what this was? Some sort of weird interview? And I suppose that you were wearing one of our uniforms to throw me off balance, that kind of thing. To see if I'd make a scene.[She nods.] Mm-hmm. Well... I didn't. Please make a note of that in your report.
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This high-tension sequence is one of my favorite parts of this game.
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Isobel, the end result of this mission better be worth all the crap we’re dealing with on your behalf. Seriously, the final mission of Dragonfall was less tense than this.
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This has to be one of the weirdest mission in the game. Not due to weird technology or magic, we'll get plenty of that later, but just for the tone shift. We went from being pursued by half the armed forces on a city and forced to work for a kingpin in shady business to leading a socially ultra awkward nerd through a computer convention while also having to handle conversation on our end and wonder if the gods just abandoned us. Great update Kanfy, as always.
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This is honestly one of my favorite missions in this game for exactly that reason. It's different without feeling like it's set in some other universe.
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In the developer's commentary, they mentioned that since Is0bel is a serious, humourless character, they wanted her mission to be silly.
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Part 40 - All Decked Out Is0bel has just barely waded her way through the hallway with the highest random encounter rate in Hong Kong, and her grand quest for the Door Switch of Destiny is finally at an end. That said, as much as we'd love to get back on the driver's seat before the inevitable crash, it wouldn't do to leave open doors like the one up there unexplored.  Looks like there's somebody in there, but...  He's jacked into the hotel's media library. Probably enjoying some slick, professionally-produced simsense fantasy, or something like that.[She chuckles.] He doesn't even know that I'm in the room. Good. Then you can get out of there undetected. Yeah, sure, but there's something that I want to look at first...Dunno about risking another verbal battle we could easily avoid after all that trouble earlier, but somehow we don't feel entirely qualified to tell someone to stick to the mission and not get sidetracked by random stuff. Not like curiosity's ever killed anyone. Pretty sure that's how the saying goes anyway. Make it quick. [Is0bel stares at the monstrosity, her jaw hanging open.] That might just be the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.Yeah...? Suppose it's pretty impressive, in that biblically accurate angel kind of way. Grab it, then. But hurry - you need to keep moving.   Rats. Well, we know this song and dance by now. Let's see here, this guy isn't staff which is probably good, and he seems like he might be enjoying a sharper mind and lower blood pressure than those last few people we came across, so it could be best not to overdo it with the lies here. Say: I heard that you had the most impressive cyberdeck at the show. I had to see it for myself. "I heard that you had the most impressive cyberdeck at the show. I had to see it for myself." That's true, I do. That doesn't give you a right to break into my room and fondle it, though. Now. You wanna tell me what a caterer cares about custom hardware? Say: I don't care about the hardware. But there are plenty of deckers here who do. "I don't care about the hardware. But there are plenty of deckers here who do." I knew it. Somebody sent you here.[He shakes his head sadly.] Who was it? Harridan? Gyges? Some corporate whore from Fuchi?[Is0bel responds to his question immediately.] No one in specific. I'm not on anybody's payroll. But if you'd be willing to part with your deck, I'm thinking that I could change that. She's not for sale. Tell you what, though... I *could* be convinced to let you crack the case open and take a look inside.[He stifles a yawn.] Maybe you could learn a thing or two.Likely the best deal we'll get here. Someone this relaxed obviously isn't worried about getting robbed, which makes it easy to envision a timeline where we try to take it by force, only to end up with no deck and a lot of security guards outside. All right, Is0bel. Thank the man, look at the box, and get the hell out of there. Hey, man, thanks. Really - I appreciate it. I always love looking at custom builds. No problem. There's a case release catch under the parallel port. Give her a once-over, take notes if you want. When you're finished, be sure to close the door behind you. Alright, let's give the decker and the hardware a few moments of privacy, and then finally get this door open.  [A few minutes later, she snaps the case back shut.] Thank you, Taz. In a day full of unpleasant surprises, this was a really nice one. Hey, that's great. Now hurry up - we still need to get to Rhombus. Not today's lucky winner walking away with someone else's free stuff, but knowledge can be exchanged for money just the same.  Let this infernal door switch go unpressed no longer.  Reunited at last! No offense to our team's highly skilled decker slash person exploder, but it's very much a relief to know that if we're to ruin everything with some poorly-chosen words, at least they're the same ones we initally sent off on their way.  Nothing to it but to take the elevator up and see if we can't bring this mess to an end. No extra company on this ride either.  The VIP area likewise greets us with a welcome silence and no troublemakers in sight. Rhombus' room is at the end of the hallway here and the other doors are locked, so let's see if the star of the show is home.    [Is0bel glowers at him, her cheeks darkening.] Oh, get bent, Rhombus. I got hostile with you because you got hostile with me. Like hell I did. I tried to give you some *advice.* As a *friend.* If memory serves, you called me a "patronizing bastard" and slagged my deck. Was I just supposed to take that without punching back?! Hang on a seco-- Whoa, hold up. I *talked that way* to you because--[She shouts over him, cutting him short.] Also: "punch back"? That's a funny way of putting it. You TAILORED AN ESP to TROLL ALL OF MY POSTS ON SHADOWLAND! What kind of PRICK would do a thing like that?[His face goes beet-red, and his chest puffs out.] The kind whose cat you had killed, you little monster! Captain Whiskers was just a *house cat!* He didn't have anything to do with this![She rears back in indignation.] That wasn't me, I would never hurt a cat! If I were going to have someone killed, it would have been you! Pipe down, both of you. We're going to hash this out together.No idea what any of this is about, but all this shouting really isn't helping the headache we developed earlier. You're the muscle, I take it. You and your friend and his *really impressive* drone. Thank you. She... ah... brought you along to... to beat the information out of me, didn't she?  Obviously there's more to these two's history than we've heard about, so let's cool things down a little before this guy craps his decker trousers and starts screaming for security. It does seem to be a very popular thing to do at this event after all. Calm down. I won't let him hurt you unless you force me to.[Is0bel blinks up at you.] But I *want* you to hurt him. I mean, I don't want to see him get his limbs torn off, or anything-- [Racter purses his lips. Koschei scuttles back to his side.] ...But a solid thrashing, sure. I can't believe that this is happening to me. All over me trying to do you a favor.[He shakes his head at Is0bel.] That'll teach me to try to give a friend some advice, I guess. That's the second time you've said that. This whole feud started over your trying to give Is0bel advice? Yes! I don't even remember what we were *talking* about! I think... uh... maybe I was telling her what kind of RAM to pick up for a deck? Something like that? It was a long time ago. It wasn't what you said, Rhombus. It was how you said it.[She stares up at him, fuming.] And the argument was nothing. It was what you did *after* the argument that was unforgivable. Taking the moral high ground isn't going to work for you here. *You* attacked *me* first, and for *no* reason. Okay. From what I'm getting here, you both hate each other. But you were friends, right? Once. I guess. You guess? You let me perform amateur brain surgery on you! Hell, you *begged* me to! We were friends, Is0bel. *Good* friends. And then you went and messed it all up. Amateur brain surgery? Please explain what that means. What the hell has this been about? Not sure why this is the first time we're hearing about this. Is there some minimum quota of undisclosed details that a job has to involve before it can be legally offered to a runner or something? That was your idea, Izz. Keeping them, I mean. You told me to hold onto the key for you, just in case you ever needed them back. I *know,* Rhombus. But after everything that had happened, I couldn't just ask you to-- You want the encryption key for the memories that we locked away? It's yours. I don't envy you the pain that you'll feel when you unlock them, but they belong to you. There. Check your inbox. You've got the key. Do with it what you will. I was holding onto it for you, anyway.[Is0bel blinks confusedly.] But I... I thought that we were enemies now. We were. But there was no reason for us to be. Just take the key and go. Have a nice life.[He waves her off. He looks exhausted.]   That'd be nice of you, Izz. I'd appreciate it.[Almost bashfully, his gaze flits to the ground. He looks away, and color surges to his cheeks.] Oh, and Izz... I've, uh... I've got something of an admission to make.[She rolls her eyes.] Look, I *get it,* Rhom. You've always liked me. I hate to break it to you, but it was never that big of a secret. And I *know* that's why you--[His eyes go wide. He raises his hands, palms out, and shakes his head.] What? No, Izz - no, that's not it at all. I mean, you're a nice girl, and all, but... just... *no.*[Color rushes to her cheeks.] But then, what-- Oh.[She shuffles her feet. Looks away.] Um. Thanks. Hey, what are friends for? You just wait here, I'll go meet them in the hall and draw them off to another room. Shouldn't take two seconds. Oh, and Izz... it was nice catching up with you. Good luck with the whole memory thing - you're gonna need it. [She nods mutely.] Hello?! Security! I had to flee to room 203. Quick, get me out of here. Well, he ended up being a pretty reasonable guy after all. If only everyone was so quick to recognize the virtues of rational discourse over violent dismemberment. We're always willing to offer both options, of course.  Out in the hallway the police have already arrived, but not to hunt us down for once.  Sure thing, officer. Keep up the good work! Enjoy the show. And so we walk away with a well-deserved +2 Karma for having successfully maintained peaceful relations with everyone despite their best efforts, access to Is0bel's lost memories, and of course some precious clams. The guy clearly didn't think recovering said memories would be in her best interests, but then how do you make that call if you don't even know what you forgot? Maybe Is0bel's willing to open up a bit more about what all this memory business was really about and what exactly her plans are now once we get back to Heoi. Think we've at least deserved that much. - As was implied in the update, there is no way to get the Binary Bard's deck, and threatening him just leads to the run going loud and a fight with guards. Also opening the VIP door before visiting his room immediately locks his room door, which makes the paydata unobtainable. --- Intimidating Rhombus, Gaichu version: You're the muscle, I take it. You and your pal in the costume. Why does everyone in this ridiculous gathering think that I am wearing a costume?[His lips part into a bloody grimace. Rhombus sees the gore on his teeth and takes a half step back.] Holy poo poo. You're really a ghoul.[It isn't a question. His voice goes up an octave. Gaichu bows.] Thank you. You have no idea how long I've been waiting for one of you deckers to acknowledge what I truly am. And she... ah... brought you along to... to beat the information out of me, is that right? No. I will not beat you. If you fail to cooperate, I will eat your fingers.--- Having gone loud during the run changes the conversation with Rhombus in various ways and defaults to Is0bel and Rhombus parting in bad terms, although it is possible to have them reconcile even on a loud run with a Decking 5 or Charisma 6 check. On the other hand getting physical with Rhombus leads to the hostile version of the final conversation regardless of how the rest of the run was handled, which can go for example like this: Calm down. I'm not going to beat you up unless you force me to. Lemme ask you something. How many people did you kill to get to me? I mean, what kind of death toll are we looking at, here? I'm assuming that the gunshots in the hall were your doing. Yeah, that's right. And if you don't play your cards right, another gunshot could be right around the corner. Yeah. I've got you.[His eyes dart from side to side. Then he starts screaming.] HELP! SECURITY! SOMEBODY! HEELLLLLPPP! They can't hear you, Rhom. Know why? Because we killed them. Now give me my goddamned key.[Rhombus doesn't respond, other than to increase the pitch of his screaming. He looks like he's on the verge of hyperventilating.] Y'know what, forget it. Let's just beat the information out of him. That was the plan, right? Right. Good of you to remember.[Rhombus begins to back away, his eyes wide with terror.] No... no! You keep away! I can do things to you in the Matrix! I... I can drain your bank accounts, slander you, publish your intimate details! Stay back! Please! I'll give her what she wants! I'll give her everything![He keys in a series of rapid commands on his PDA, then turns to Is0bel, sobbing.] There. Just check your inbox. You have it! Now for the sake of whatever friendship we might have had, please... let me go![Is0bel examines her PDA, frowning. A few seconds later, the frown turns into a smile. She nods at you.] He wasn't lying. I've got the encryption key. Let's stuff him in a closet and go home. Encryption key? I thought you said that he had software that you needed. Um. Technically, I have it.[She taps her temple.] Up here, in headware storage. But I can't access it without the key. And thanks to Rhombus here, now I've got it. Hey, that's great. Now can we stuff this fool in a closet and get out of here? The alarms are still going off. Yes. That's a good idea. Hold still, Rhombus. This might hurt. Not as much as those memories are going to hurt you, Izz.[He sounds sad.] We locked them away for a reason. And as much as I might dislike you now, I don't want to see you live through that again. You won't see it. You'll be in a closet. C'mon, Taz. We got what we came for. Let's go ho-- Oh, that son of a bitch. Rhom must've called the cops... he's probably got a PanicButton, or something.[She casts a hateful glare at the closet door, then draws her slivergun.] Get ready, Taz. We've got company. This leads to one last fight against a 4-person HKPF squad in the hallway, and forfeiting the extra 2 Karma at the end. Kanfy fucked around with this message at 19:14 on May 13, 2024 |
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This entire mission could have been an email titled "I'm sorry". Oh well. Clams!
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I do so enjoy how every single decker is socially inept in different ways .
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May 13, 2024 19:37
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I wonder if there's a market in Shadowrun for armed therapists? Force the two parties to talk out their issues at gunpoint.
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May 13, 2024 19:40
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There's got to be. I mean we live in a place where chi and all that is legit real magic that exists. There's gotta be some dude whose whole job is to solve bad vibes before some flavor of supernatural causes them to erupt into demonic entities of some sort.
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Koshei, ripping and tearing a whole year before the doom remake came out. Beautiful. FoolyCharged posted:There's got to be. I mean we live in a place where chi and all that is legit real magic that exists. There's gotta be some dude whose whole job is to solve bad vibes before some flavor of supernatural causes them to erupt into demonic entities of some sort. I'm just quoting it here so I can remember to bring it up during another update. Mindopali fucked around with this message at 21:32 on May 13, 2024 |
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Gun Jam posted:This entire mission could have been an email titled "I'm sorry". That's the funniest part of this entire run to me. All of this, because Izz didn't even consider just asking normally, but leapt straight to "obviously we have to take it by force."
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