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Post by lordfhalkyn on Mar 4, 2018 4:43:50 GMT
You find yourselves in front of the lowest dive on the lowest street in the lowest part of town, as the sun pulls itself below the horizon and the dregs of humanity begin to hit the street. This may be the space age, but the heavy decay here reminds you of the worst parts of human history. Graffiti stains the walls, and smog clings to the streets like a viscous film. Homeless people sleep in discarded boxes, and shady-looking characters lean against the wall in every alleyway. The neon sign of the dive is clearly broken; instead of saying "The Taxonomical Pokemon" like it should, the dimly-lit sign says "The Tax mon." The directions you received were simple: go inside, sidle up to the bar, and ask for a glass of milk. When the bartender asks if you'd like cookies with your milk, say yes. Enjoy the cookies and milk, and you'll find directions where you should go next. It's all very cloak-and-dagger, and as you look at this dilapidated building, you realize that this may be your last chance to pull out...
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Post by wolfgangx on Mar 4, 2018 13:18:22 GMT
451M0V stared at the milk. He would have drank it, had he had an actual mouth. But alas, he did not have a mouth. He could not eat and could not drink. Such is the life of a data lifeform. While thinking on this matter, 451M0V began muttering to himself...
"What am I doing here?"
To an outsider, the 7UR1NG model butler robot just began cradling its head in its hands, muttering something to itself. They also may have his left hand begin moving oddly. 451M0V, upon noticing this, attempted to pin the arm to the top of the bar.
"Arceus almighty."
The sand from the surrounding deserts was messing with 7UR1NG's circuitry, causing him to malfucntion.
"Just gotta get off this damn planet. Then, no more sand! Imagine it 451M0V, no more sand! What a beautiful life."
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Post by madandy on Mar 4, 2018 17:20:51 GMT
Gordon stares at the bar from outside, hesitant to go in. "Cookies an' milk." He mutters to himself. "Yeah, a li'l Audino comes inta a dive bar and orders cookies an' milk, that'll go down well in a place like this. Be lucky to get outta this without twenty shards o' glass stuck in ma face. Still, ain't like I got any choice, is it?"
Shaking his head, he releases Tropho, just in case, as most glass won't penetrate his armour, and enters. Trying not to attract too much attention, he sidles up and asks for the milk, as quietly as he can while still being heard. Which, given it's a bar, is not that quietly, but still.
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Post by TheFluorescentDodo on Mar 4, 2018 19:09:08 GMT
Chell stared up at the Taxonomical Pokemon with his usual smile. It was a dive for sure, but he was far too used to dives at this point that it almost seemed like a fine and upstanding business. He was completely unfazed by the surroundings. Others probably would have stared at the ice cream cone's unusual attitude if they had actually cared in the first place. Having worked as a secondary chef in a run down soup kitchen, Chell was extremely used to this setting. Perhaps this fact would have bothered him, but he was much too excited about his future prospects to let that get him down. Assuming this worked like it was supposed to, he could finally get Chompedo Bank and Loans off of his back and maybe even reopen his ice cream business. Surely nothing would go wrong.
Chell floated into the establishment and sauntered up to the bar, completely unaware that his attitude probably would get him a swift punch to the face if anyone took notice. "Your finest glass of milk, good sir!" He told the bartender. He was oblivious to the looks both the server and others around him might have been giving him. He nodded "Of course!" when prompted for cookies (who wouldn't want cookies with their milk anyway?) and sat down to eat his meal while waiting further instructions.
For the first time since entering the dive, however, he frowned. The milk was just ever so slightly sour and the cookies were a bit dry and hard. He could make better cookies in his sleep, for goodness sakes! Well... he could if he could afford the ingredients anyway. It would certainly be rude to complain about the meal, but assuming these weren't just store bought nonsense, perhaps he could give the creator of these confections a few pointers...
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Post by headlesskoko on Mar 4, 2018 21:39:56 GMT
With the biggest grimace possible spreading across her face, Setsukko stared skeptically at the dingy bar. Granted, she didn't look any less suspicious with the dark blue coat enshrouding her entire body, from the hood pulled low over her head to the smooth ends that swayed just above her ankles. Sometimes, a wriggle could be seen rippling through the coat, Setsukko's hidden Toto moving about within the narrow confines.
Sure, she was used to such places, but that also just meant she already knew what such places were known for, actually knew firsthand and not just through some rumors of word of mouth like the tittering folks in the upper levels. Yep, this business was certainly shady, probably ordered by some sort of difficult to handle eccentric if the code of cookies and milk was anything, but Setsukko was in no position to complain.
Walking in, she saw that she wasn't the first of those who have received and agreed to the summons to arrive. How did she know? Who else would order cookies and milk in this sort of place? The alcohol was no doubt safer.
Oh, and also, the robot sitting in front of the victuals it could not consume was a dead give away. Well, maybe not dead, but certainly not breathing.
With a flick of her hand, Setsukko swiped the hood off of her head, revealing a dainty face and luscious locks that looked out of place in the tough coat, and even more out of place in this dingy dive. Her lips stretched into quite a lovely smile as she sidled up to take a seat next to the ice cream cone, the easiest looking out of the three who sat with their milk and cookies.
"Milk please," Setsukko chirped once she took a seat. When asked if she would like a cookie, she agreed with a pleasant, "Yes."
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Post by lordfhalkyn on Mar 5, 2018 8:50:13 GMT
The barkeep, a Machoke in a tight tank top with a clip-on tie, mutters something about "stupid hipsters and their stupid fads" and gets you your milk and cookies. Both are surprisingly good, and... Huh. Etched into the bottom of your milk glasses is an address.
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Post by madandy on Mar 5, 2018 19:15:37 GMT
The instant the cookies hit the table, Tropho acts. Gordon manages to snag one before the little Aron leaps up and starts devouring the cookies, noisily and messily.
Gordon sighs as he nibbles on his cookie, barely noticing Tropho's feeding frenzy, and mutters to himself. "I'll give ye a fad, ye great blue..." He trails off as he drinks his milk, the surprisingly good taste managing to stop his mouth moving for a short while.
Once he's finished, he looks at the bottom of the glass. "Aye, o' course," he mumbles, "couldn't just give us the damn address, could ye? No, had to play at spies, didn'cha?"
He looks down at Tropho, who is now lying on his back on the floor. "Y'alright there, Tropho? We got ourselves an address."
Tropho gives a contented belch.
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Post by wolfgangx on Mar 5, 2018 20:10:11 GMT
451M0V sighed, or the best approximation of one his voxbox could simulate, anyways.
"Come on out, #002. I suppose you can eat this."
The Machop came out of its ball, and began drinking the milk, and that's when 451M0V noticed it.
"Oh for the love of- Really? REALLY? The hell is this shit?!?"
C'mon. This was beneath him. What kind of cloak and dagger shit was this?
He sighed again, or at least as best as he could simulate.
"Just gotta get off this damn planet. Come on #002."
451M0V looked up the location of the address, and began moving out of the bar towards the address, looking up the location using his wireless datajack.
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Post by TheFluorescentDodo on Mar 6, 2018 0:31:29 GMT
As Chell made his way through the cookies and milk, he supposed they weren't that bad. Still not as good as his however. He noticed that the woman next to him had also ordered milk and cookies. He gave her a smile and whispered over to her "I make them better." Was she also instructed to follow the same orders and thus seeking a position on the crew? He didn't really give it too much thought. As he reached the bottom of his glass he noticed that there was an address on the bottom. What a strange and roundabout way to hire a crew. He didn't question it though. He sat up, left a tip for the bartender, and began making his way to the door. He repeated the address over and over under his breath: he didn't want to forget it. Perhaps if he had been more observant he would have noticed the others with milk and cookies getting up and leaving. He did notice the two in front of him who he almost seemed to be following. Odd.
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Post by lordfhalkyn on Mar 7, 2018 11:12:44 GMT
The address leads you to the burned-out part of town. About ten years ago, there was a food shortage, and protests were held here to call attention to the corporate failure. The corporation in charge at the time decided that removing a few mouths would mean more food for all, and sealed all the streets around the crowd before firebombing the protestors and shooting the survivors. Two things happened: there was suddenly plenty of food to go around, and protests about corporate failures dropped markedly. Nobody comes to this part of town unless they're homeless or engaging in illegal activities. The address itself is in front of a small, burned-out store that had in a previous life been known as Marvin's Marvelous Meat. The glass in the windows shattered long ago, and ashen rubble from the fires still litters the ground. The area seems abandoned, except for a bum sleeping inside a refrigerator box. Silence reigns, except for the bum's loud snores and the occasional gunshot in the distance indicating a criminal activity gone wrong- or right.
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Post by headlesskoko on Mar 8, 2018 1:04:58 GMT
Setsukko smiled amiably at Chell's boasting but said nothing more, opting to instead finish her milk and cookies. Sure, it might be poisoned, but so what? What point would this person have for hurting her?
Surprisingly, it was quite good. She had to wonder when the information was going to come, though. She had expected the Machoke to divulge the information, but that wasn't the case. On the bottom of the plate of cookies, possibly? No, nothing there, and Setsukko had figured that the second item would be the location of the information.
It wasn't until Setsukko downed the glass of milk wholly that she discovered the desired information. It was an address. This one... She didn't recognize this address specifically, but she knew which part of town it was in. Oh well, it fit the atmosphere.
After paying for the snack, Setsukko stood up and left the bar. The last one to leave, sure, but that meant she could see the ice cream cone, the digital complex of blocks, and the pink fluff walking in front of her. With the hood raised over her head once more, she ducked through some random alleyway or another after getting her fill of observing her unlikely team. There were always other ways to reach the same destination.
Setsukko's way happened to be a shortcut. She was the first to arrive on location, which was as barren and empty as she expected it to be. The rule of the streets here was to avoid this place unless you had a reason to be here.
Unwilling to experiment on the first move, Setsukko simply walked to the addresss she was given and waited.
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Post by lordfhalkyn on Mar 8, 2018 8:58:34 GMT
As the last of you arrive, a harsh voice, distorted by some electronic device, rumbles "Were any of you followed?"
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Post by wolfgangx on Mar 8, 2018 16:47:38 GMT
451M0V nudged the hooded woman.
"5 bucks says he's some scrawny guy."
Clearing his throat, or, well, synthesizing the sound of clearing his throat, 451M0V calls out to the obviously distorted voice,
"No. I was not followed. Can't say the same for these schmucks."
He then immediately begins doing a wireless scan of the area, seeing if he can find the source of the voice.
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Post by madandy on Mar 8, 2018 16:49:05 GMT
Gordon growls a little, having remained silent and stuck close to Tropho throughout the entire journey and wait.
"Oh, aye, course we were - I mean, who widnae be interested a bunch o' random people walkin' doon the street. I'm surprised ye didnae hear 'em, what with the marchin' bands and all." He sighs. "Look, ye've made it pretty clear how hush-hush this is, so if any of us were followed, either we'd've done somethin' aboot it or it was by someone good enough we widnae know. Now, if yer quite finished askin' daft questions, could ye maybe let us in - this place ain't exactly good for the health."
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Post by TheFluorescentDodo on Mar 8, 2018 18:43:34 GMT
Chell had been the last to arrive and right as he did, a booming voice rang out asking if the group who now stood in front of the run down building were followed. Chell's first instinct was to turn around and look behind him. Seeing nobody, he replied "Nope, doesn't look like it." He looked around to the others. They clearly must be in a similar pickle and needed the money or who knows what. This was all rather shady anyway. Truth be told he didn't like being in this part of the city very much. He'd heard the stories and rumors since coming here. Food shortages and what have you. It made him kind of sad as food preparation was obviously his vocation.
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Post by headlesskoko on Mar 9, 2018 6:44:39 GMT
Asimov received an enigmatic but nonetheless pleasant smile, Setsukko yet too uncertain about their employer and fellow employees to be willing to risk saying anything. For all she knew, Asimov was testing her. Of course, this level of paranoia was abnormal. Not to mention, it was exhausting to keep up. Such were just a couple of the many reasons why Setsukko avoided anything more than a brush with sketchy deals like this.
Well, Setsukko wasn't so paranoid that she couldn't answer a direct question. "I noticed no followers."
She would have said more about hastening the process for receiving whatever task this unlikely group of misfits were going to need to accomplish but one of the others had already asked. Besides, with all this walking around, Setsukko was starting to feel a bit out of breath.
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Post by lordfhalkyn on Mar 9, 2018 16:42:26 GMT
The bum stops snoring and flips the box off of himself. He's holding a rather expensive-looking gun, and is pointing it in your direction. "You sure?" the bum says, pulling off the fake dirty beard to reveal a voice-changer clamped over his/her/its (you're not sure which one it is) mouth.
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Post by wolfgangx on Mar 9, 2018 17:02:38 GMT
"Wow. This is certainly something."
That explained why the scans showed up blank. I mean, come on. Really? Really?!? This was beneath him.
Well, may as well go along. It would be a pain to repair 7UR1NG if his chassis got damaged.
"Yes, I'm sure. I assume you are the one who called us here, correct?"
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Post by lordfhalkyn on Mar 10, 2018 1:22:31 GMT
The bum strips off the rest of the disguise, revealing a blonde woman in her thirties. "Yeah," she says, removing the voice changer and putting on a pair of sunglasses. "And you still sure you wanna do this? I've got some powerful enemies coming after me."
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Post by headlesskoko on Mar 10, 2018 2:30:22 GMT
"I think we were sure when we all ordered cookies at the bar," Setsukko assured, her tone remaining neutral as she took a moment to scan her surroundings. With her eyes, that is. She wasn't a robot like the porygon was.
Setsukko's perception: YbVZ6uwH3d63d6
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