>>1126890
OooOOooh!
Sparkeshiney.

We haveta touch.
Nothing dangerous could be so pretty and tempting!

Those voidlings looked as if they liked it swimming around it.

Yeah.
Take it.

>>1126890
Poke it with a stick. Wait, the only stick around is magic. Maybe gently try to set your hat on it?

If we can take it does that mean we get the islands too?

Well nothing ventured nothing gained. and we could gain a whole lot with a bit of star

>>1126890
Yeah, I think we probably should. It feels like something that will eventually become necessary, no matter what risks it carries.

might as well take it, it's been watching us since we showed up to the two islands and did call out to us. Hell I think we were threatened that bad things would happen if we ignored it.

>>1126794
Ask which place she hung her clothes so you can hang them on a pipe so theyre toasty warm when she finishes her bath.
Its awfully cold out there.

Its a good excuse to... stay out of reach.
You can chat while you do so.
Get to know her.
See if that odd feeling that shes radiating can be smoothed out and maybe then itd be nice to let her feel.

That's too familiar for a stranger. You'll have to get to know her first.

>>1126816
This.

Sounds like a fae creature. Sure why not. She’s been recognized as a guest so they shouldn’t do anything heinous due to hospitality

Well, if she was going to do any harm she's had plenty of time and chances at this point to do so. So sure, why not. Get to know her some more.

Our search will lead us only to sorrow, in the end. But that is good. Sorrow is something. Despair, disappointment, regret, these are something. Decay is still a shadow of life. The burning non-agony of nothingness is what we must escape, if only for a flickering moment of futility.

I say head to Absolute Territory. We must stretch as far as we can, though we can only hope to savor the snap.

I sortof wonder if going to Absolute Territory and getting in a scuffle with "the wrong types" might not help shake up your mood.

>food rots in your stomach
Makes me wonder about like, if you could pickle vegetables in a vampire's stomach

Tesseract. The refined food should compensate for the haughty fauna.

>>1126801
>the Sabbat are sexist proto-Nazis
Someone's been exclusively consuming Camarilla propaganda I see. The Sabbat are MONSTERS, to be sure, but they are classy monsters who know they are monsters, acting out the role ordained them by the Abrahamic God. The hungry hoards of low-life shovel-heads raised as foot soldiers in recent nights are not intended to survive long on the front lines, though they do often become the public face of the Sabbat for Camarilla members.

>>1126804
[reply to spoiler tag]
It's 5th ed, yeah. Predator Type wasn't a thing on the character sheet till recently. The standard price for them to join the Camarilla was to deliver a staked Sabbat vampire of lower generation to the Prince, sometimes literally your elder. It would have been a bad time for sure.

While it does make sense, I predict that going to Tesseract would quickly become leaving the house for politics again. Go as far from your comfort zone as you can drag yourself.

Head for the Absolute Territory

B 2026/05/15(Fri)22:28 No. 1126852 ID: 4de097
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"Okay. I can see your side of the argument, and I give in."

...

Waow... waps king make vry bad honye...

"Now... uh... could you take me back to the city? I don't know where we are."

U say yes? waps king is been r00d...

Bad honey? Well, it's a start.
He's also gotta tell you what other things the scientists have been saying about you. Did he say something about a prophecy when you were picking him up for the date?

poor wasp king, he doens't evens know how to make huny. should show him how, beecuz your nice

>>1126852
he iz trying. :) ur honey not gud either. tell him he did a grate job!!

U haz 2 show da king how 2 mak teh honey so other waps don't think he stoopids and elect new king.

D. Just silently walk away. This is their business, we have our own.

B) Let's tease him a little bit and who knows maybe we will get some information from him. For instance why was that one coin so important to him.

B)

Absurdity DeVoid 2026/05/16(Sat)19:18 No. 1126887 ID: 16b713
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Possible answers to the question that was asked:

A) If she is a slave, maybe she will be more obedient.

B) No, we will not need her at our castle.

C) She can come, and she doesn't need to be our slave.

D) Other suggestions.

> I don't get it either
oh really, you of the dirty jokes don't get it huh?

B) No offense, but we have enough of your type around, and its a real hassle. But do drop in next time you're in the neighborhood.

Inquire how you can learn the technique Badonk Bonk so you can break certain rocks and walls that may block you path

>>1126880
She's got a cute tail.

And I mean her actual tail, not just her butt.

Slap that ass hard.
No not hers, the really big one behind her.
C'mon it'll be funny.

>>1126880
Enquire as to the nature of the challenges and powers that the booty shrine can bestow upon you!
Attempt to gather info on potential subquests!
Do your best not to visibly enjoy the sight of her delicate tiny tootsietoes!

Ask about what you need to do:
* You need to see the three sages, and you expect the temple of ass would know about the ass sage and how to get to her. Any other information on the other sages would be appreciated.
* Titmouse got pregnant with vermin. You're looking for an abortion clinic that can sacrifice the embryos for power or something. Really, neither of you want psychopaths for children anyway...
* Any side quests that the temple of ass needs done? You can't guarantee anything but it's always helpful to ask.

>It’s for rich fucks who can buy their own customized kids. You’re just an oven for the cooking.
Okay, eat the rich for sure, but also kinda hot and lucrative. Given Kira ate your hubby, are you willing to give up your hypothetical first kid, knowing they'd go somewhere with good financing? Better to have a nest egg cooking early than to give up your first (egg) to a stranger.

Go over the rules and regulations you skimmed earlier. Double check for hidden cameras and ways into your apartment. If Mr Landlord keeps an eye on tenants, you need to know. Because if he doesn't and you do find a camera, that's a problem. If he does though... Could always film an amateur Vorno at your place, and use the feed as a camera angle. Actually, that is something to figure out if you can do, can you have guests, and can you eat someone?

And don't go asking randoms at the club about Kira. Mag is chill, but Kira definitely deals with a lot of threats from a lot of enemies. Need to scope the place out for sure.

Kira's a seasoned player. You alone don't have a chance in Hell.
But if she's been luring married men into her corner of the city for years, then there's likely others she's pissed off. You need to find them. Help them. Doesn't matter which of you deals the killing blow, so long as you all get away with revenge and get rich doing it.

If you can't beat her after a few years, you might need to let this go. Not entirely, of course, but to act as an ally for the next generations of victims who come looking for revenge, help them unite, give them a chance.

No-one can be an active monster forever, not even the most successful corporations. Eventually, the piles of shit hounding after them overtake their tallest skyscrapers. Only way out of a just death is to cut losses and accept you're never the best.

Pity that the poor never learn that lesson faster than the rich.

>You know where she is… now the question is how to get to her…
You can't be the only one with a grudge against her, even if it's only for holding prime real estate. Look for powerful allies among her enemies. Do keep in mind that your enemy's enemy is not necessary your friend.

>…that sounds both dangerous and hard… not to mention, is there even bounty hunters here? Don’t those Maw bots already do that?
People are missing out on the thrill of hunting FOOD if it was just left to the robots. You would just be asking more questions than usual and/or feel like leaving them be after you catch them.

>Mag: “They don’t give a shit about just some eggs, Bea.” she shakes her head, “They want special ones. With the right parents and stuff.” before taking another drag, “It’s for rich fucks who can buy their own customized kids. You’re just an oven for the cooking.”
Yeah, it should probably go without saying that being raised rich is not the same as being raised happy. Probably don't need the company, then. You'll do your baking for the love of it (or just for fun), not the money.
Definitely see fish guy later.

>>1126839
>being fat doesn’t really keep you from being someone’s meal.
You misunderstand.

Someone needs your consent to eat you, right? But if they try to eat you against your will, that would be illegal in this city. So they'd need to drag you away somewhere hidden before they can start eating you.

Being fat might make it more difficult for someone to drag you away to a hidden location to be eaten.

>>1126873
Swallowing is easy the hard part is being lifted up in the mouth or hole and hauled away into a alleyway that takes strength, and whos has time to pay money for a gym.
Takes also longer to digest probably... Hmmm can one escape someoneelse stomach while being vored?.
Could perhaps use ourself as bait?.
Also could be interesting to team up with other spouses

rolled 15, 9, 2, 12, 3, 13, 8, 4, 3, 12, 1, 1, 7, 5, 2, 19, 8, 19, 7, 5 = 155

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>>1126756
>These "crew quarters" are unlike any barracks I'm familiar with. They seem more like some sort of holding cells.
"The smart-cloth privacy barriers seem unlike to hold anyone but me, and even then, only when unwisely trying to phase directly through." Natalina tries to reassure Cricket. "If anything, that the emergency medical area is so sturdy suggests compassionate or practical design."

>you all were press ganged yourselves, more or less, were you not?
"I suppose needing to avert planetary extinction is a form of duress. Though I do not believe it one our employeer is responsible for. That employment and repayment is offered at all, and that individual have been able to part from our company, feel like crucial differences."

>What's going on with Paprika
Bumping into Reiko later, the arkus is surprised and upset to discover something came distressing close to eating her girlfriend. Who may now be unable to return on her own, cut off across a long stretch of vaccum, preventing Natalina from running off after her, as her instincts immediately begin to clamor for.

Another chainpod docking in the same location would presumably be contaminated with the same smokey air. Can we rig up some kind of portable air canisters, or does the ship have some handy? An air purifier?

rolled 19, 1, 7, 5, 7, 13, 16, 11, 2, 17, 1, 15, 10, 9, 7, 5, 13, 19, 11, 11 = 199

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>>1126642
Paprika focuses on the floor beneath her for a while. The rise and fall of her chest as she slows her breathing. "Reiko...thanks."

>Not sure if comforted.
Well, she's alive. If the ship also craves Paprika's supple flesh, she can cross that bridge when she gets to it.

>>1126697
>"Oh, that was pretty awesome. ..."
Paprika blanks out most of Reiko's explanation as she tries to ground herself. Something about plushies? She could use something to snuggle right now. "Uh...any idea why the smoke isn't making me cough? I feel weird."

>Bumping into Reiko later, the arkus is surprised and upset to discover something came distressing close to eating her girlfriend.
Paprika's gathered herself a bit by the time Nat comes into the conversation. "Reiko, can she hear me? Please tell her I'm fine. I don't want her to worry. And hey, now we'll have all the centipede guts we'll ever need!"

Can Paprika make heads or tails of the panel she just interacted with, now that she has a minute? Is the air replenishing, or is she on a time limit?

>>1126776
>Can Paprika make heads or tails of the panel she just interacted with, now that she has a minute? Is the air replenishing, or is she on a time limit?
>rolled 19
>inability at understanding numenera
>one level of intellect effort

Stuff Reiko said before is starting to make more sense. It's like... there's a printing press, but instead of paper, it prints on oil. Reiko sent a... hungry little caterpillar, through the datasphere, which snuck into the printer's office and stole letters out of the storage tray. Everything but the vowels, let's say. Had to pull that lever to break up the page currently being printed, so the burglar-worm could reach those last few consonants.

Now, when it tries to EAT YOU-EAT YOU-EAT YOU the closest it can get is EA O U-EA O U, and "O" is what you need to breathe, while "U-EA" is the stuff needed for rebuilding a terapede's guts.

Air does seem to be getting clearer... very, very slowly. Or at least it's not getting worse.

Maybe there's an air intake that's gotten clogged. You could speed along the cleanup process by swapping that clogged filter for a fresh one.
>rolled 1
...assuming you can find a fresh one. And don't accidentally break the machine by letting a big whiff of unfiltered smoke into its delicate innards.

rolled 6, 4 + 8 = 18

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>>1126787
Paprika wants to meet this tiny burglar-worm.

>Air does seem to be getting clearer... very, very slowly. Or at least it's not getting worse.
"Reiko, I think I'm good to sit tight. I'm not in any immediate danger, but I may need a ride back. Just be careful, ok? The smoke...well, I feel fine, but it's pretty thick. I think that transfusion did something to me."

>And don't accidentally break the machine by letting a big whiff of unfiltered smoke into its delicate innards.
I won't risk breaking the air-giving machine.

Figure it's safe to say I brought water and snacks on this adventure, so I'm going to take both 10-minute and 1-hour recovery rolls while waiting for pickup.

Paprika sits down, carefully undoes her tight bun and lets her hair fall over her shoulders, down her back, long enough to touch the floor. She lets her mind wander to those couple days she spent in a maid dress, packed in a space elevator with that damn squidbot, and silly fantasies about it bringing her along and coercing her into cleaning its spaceship. "Let it go, girl. Gotta focus on saving the world. Wish I didn't get so hung up on things."

Making two recovery rolls!

rolled 12, 2, 17, 17, 16, 6, 17, 9, 20, 1, 15, 16, 14, 15, 18, 8, 8, 12, 10, 16 = 249

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"Uh, Nat? We have a problem! And by we, I mean Paprika! She needs oxygen! I'm going to send her a chainpod with oxygen reserves, you and Cricket need to look for - I don't know, oxygen tanks and better maps of the ship, or something!"

Reiko links up to her chainpod and remote-drives it towards Paprika. She concentrates on driving unless the others come up with a better solution.

Absurdity DeVoid 2026/05/16(Sat)00:18 No. 1126857 ID: 16b713
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A) I will report you for what you did!

B) Despite how you feel about me, we still need to work together for this to work.

C) How did you even make it this far?

B) if you don't want to be smiled at just say so

>>1126857
B)What even is your point? Do you expect the information about quests to appear in your head magically? If you dont want to get a quest, why are you here?

B. You don’t even know me or the trials i suffered through to be stuck here. just take your quest and leave, or finish me off and end my miserable life here.

Toxoglossa 2026/05/08(Fri)23:17 No. 1126520 ID: d10be1
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Still over-sensitive from her climax, Casey steadies her breathing as the elemental sucks at her clit. Unable to really see her partner, the binder closes her eyes and traces the edges of her partner.

Fennel glubs happily as the tendril feels her up, encouraging Casey to go further. Not bound by the need for air, the undine wraps her mouth around the mouse’s pussy and laps at her folds. The slight tang of salt coats her tongue, diluting itself as it spreads throughout her body. The elemental nuzzles eagerly into the tight space between Casey’s thighs, the feeling of warmth and life drawing her closer.

Casey’s tendril curls around Fennel’s tail and presses against the base. The undine lets out a wordless gasp as the tip finds her vulva and slides inside. Spread around the glowing tentacle, she purrs as Casey’s spell pumps itself in and out.

Toxoglossa 2026/05/12(Tue)23:20 No. 1126753 ID: d10be1
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Kol rocks in place, focusing on relaxing as Caleb’s finger loosens him up. The digit twists inside him, curling around to tease his prostate and he pushes back into the pressure eagerly.

“Heheh, you ready, then?” The selkie asks.

Kol nods and braces himself against the sailor’s shoulders. “Ah~ I need it now…”

Caleb tilts his chin up to beckon the mouse onward. “You want it? Come get it.”

Kol lifts himself up off his fiancé’s lap and reaches down with one arm. He feels Caleb’s cock bobbing under his fingertips and lifts it up into position. With deliberate slowness, the mouse sinks down: guiding the thick shaft to its target.

He lets out a shuddering moan as pressure builds under his tail before there’s a pop as Caleb slips in. The satisfying ache of the head spreading him is enough to make his knees weak as he grinds in place: feeling it tug at his walls.

“Mmmm, still tight. Good. I was worried Argus was gonna leave ya all worn out.” Caleb teases, giving the mouse’s butt a squeeze.

“You know I’m always tight and hot for you…” Kol breathes, leaning in for a kiss. The sailor’s tongue slips in alongside his and he moans for his husband as inch after inch of hard cock fills him.

Toxoglossa 2026/05/15(Fri)02:21 No. 1126817 ID: d10be1
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Casey twitches her fingers and pushes her tendril deeper, curling it inward in search of Fennel’s g-spot. The sensation reminds her a little of her first time with Allayne, although the undine's body is much more tangible than a ghost.

There’s a muffled squeak and the elemental breaches the surface, her gills trailing behind her like strips of pale seaweed. She clings to Casey’s shoulders and moans, looking down between them and watching the tentacle at work.

“Ahh~ dat’s so howt! Gweat Wakes, it’s so deewp!”

So deep? Does she even have a max capacity for insertion?

Toxoglossa 2026/05/16(Sat)02:24 No. 1126864 ID: d10be1
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There’s a bump against the inside of Kol’s belly as he reaches the base of Caleb’s cock. He spreads his fingers out across his pelvis, feeling the blunt tip just beneath the surface. His breath catches as he grinds in place. “Fuuuck, you're so hard~”

“You have no idea. I've been so pent up, you could throw a line over it and moor a ship." The sailor's voice is low and hungry, barely audible over the rush of the waterfall.

Kol pushed gently against the sailor’s chest, “Here, lay back I wanna try something.”

Caleb obliges and leans back against the mossy stone, eyeing his partner curiously.

The mouse plants his feet and braces his hands against Caleb’s chest. He bobs up and down in a squat, testing his balance. Satisfied, Kol closes his eyes and starts to ride: letting his hips bounce on the thick selkie cock as his tail whips up and down in a long sine wave.

“Yeaaaaah, that’s it... Get that fuck’n dick, boy~” Caleb growls. His massive hands reach down to grip his fiancé by the ankles: anchoring him to the ground. "Show me how much you've missed it."

Clothes shopping!

scout out the Hud while looking for more dumpsters to dumpster dive in. No point in doing it now but might as well see what you'll be dealing with for when you eventually try and deal with that problem. Also, it might let you pick up some more scratch so you can actually buy something worth buying.

scouting and scrounging go hand in hand. what unattended bits might be found near the hub

>>1126836
Is there anything good to bite?

Did the mob place a time limit on our task? Otherwise, presumably we have some time to build up a few resources, so maybe scout/scrounge some more. In pursuit of the mission, (assuming we're following it and not trying to fight it or weasel away), I guess be on the lookout for uh, shady equipment? Lockpicks, fake id cards, face reader jammers, lists of personnel, shaped charges, invisibility devices, funny masks, pointy sticks....

I like the worldbuilding and aesthetics, btw.

How insulting. The taste is less sweet when the sugar is forced into your mouth. Either she'll decide to change her ways on her own time and with her own will, or she won't. We'll help guide her, but forcing her? That's simply pathetic.

It's even in your name. You are NOT Maya. This body and will aren't yours to control. Begone, intrusive peony. Your presence not wanted or needed.

Dear regular, non-evil Maya,

This is all probably pretty scary for you. It all feels so sudden, doesn't it? Like the reigns of your life have been yanked out of your hands, and all you can do is watch as someone else directs it. Well, I want you to know that this is something everyone has to deal with, at least a little bit.
No one likes to admit it, but everyone has thoughts they don't like, or they do things they aren't proud of sometimes. There are a lot of things I wish I had never done, and I don't always have the nicest thoughts, and all I can do is look at myself and say, "I won't make that mistake again."
Part of growing up, Maya, is learning how to learn from your mistakes. It's about understanding that you can change the way you think or act, if you give it enough time and effort.
But becoming who you want to be doesn't have to mean that you stop being who you are right now. Maya, I'd like it if you could write a list with all the things you like about yourself. I'd like to get to know you better.
Today has already been so much, and there's still a lot left to go, but I think you can do it. You're strong Maya, and don't let anybody tell you otherwise.

I'm rooting for you, kid.

Close your eyes. Shut your ears, hear nothing.
Breathe in, breathe out. Deeply.
It's not real, now, is it?
Well.. if its still there... bigger issues at hand, huh?
Yell for Jaden, maybe?

...In any case... you aren't evil, Maya. that you- is you- projecting what evil is. No one is evil this young. Atleast. We'd like to think so. You're no Innocence, but... you're far from the devil those around you might imply.

Maaayaaaa... come on now, Maya... Let's have just a bit of fun, it's been suuuch a loong stressful- few hours, even!
Let's have some mindless selfcest sex for once!! This adventure is awwfuuully gloomy, c'mooonn.. let's sink, just for a little, inject some possibility traumatizing- definitely fun times into this sorry mess. Not Maya has a point, you know!
Such a shame to let that pretty face of ours be sullied with nothing but sorrow. Let's see some joy.

hey, maya? i think we have to kill yourself.

okay, no, not yourself. not YOU you. but, like. this weird, freaky you that claims to not be you but ill be real im having some *heavy* doubts.

once youve calmed down maybe we can have a cool, imagery-filled swordfight in your mindscape about your clear traumna

that, or thisll just end in weird kinky sex. not gonna lie girl, this may be distressing to hear from an multidimensional entity/alter/splinter of your broken mind/peanut gallery, but neither of those sound like a true loss

>>1126820
Its also an excellent lube.
Right squeaks?
Heh. Feels like ages ago i asked that.

>>1126824

I feel like there's lots of different lubricants that one would want to use for different circumstances, and that someone should make a lubricate cantrip that gives you fine control over the features but can only apply to a small object or something, remember specialized lubricants that folk use for sex originated as being for medical use, then the sex specific ones diverged from the medical focused ones due to different needs. Heck there's a lot of room for lots of utility cantrips that can do things Prestidigitation can't, and a way to adjust one's daily available loadout of at will cantrips...

>>1126819
You could keep those in a notepad until they are relevant.

I think you are right about those effects not being natural. This complicate the plans to use primordial with a dispel scroll to free them from the mind effect. There might be several divine blessings acting upon a person that could be interrupted potentially permanently. Maybe inherent conscient control over impregnation could be a worth sacrifice in exchange for mental freedom, but it's also possible there are other effects necessary for survival that we are not aware. Concerning.

>>1126828
Dont think overly on it.
Just a throwback to one of the first things i said.
I managed to get a borderline divine entity to call me a pervert.
It was a proud moment

Oh,hey
Mina.
You seem nervous.
Dont worry.
You three have us lot watching out for you.
Thisll be over quicker than you think,then we are all gonna find the nearest tavern and drink to the end of this fustercluck.
Deal?

For what it's worth, any ability we have to tamper with your Soul is very limited. We couldn't edify you in just any way. You would have naturally edified to Shadows, Spiders, etc, and all we could do was maybe bump the process a little.

Like for instance if you just loved butterflies, and butterflies were totally your favorite thing, then we might have had Magical Sparkling Butterfly Princess, instead of Shadow Minstrel.

Don't know what more to do about Jacob and Vax and the temple, but good luck!

well. we aren't dead. kinda.

so they use threads and theres likely invisible webbing strewn about the room. any chance we can burn it? otherwise we could just... zerg rush and hopefully learn more.

uhh... try not to die as fast.

>>1126706
Why is this
happening
to us...

>>1126709
Okay. You
can do this (___).
You can do this.
No one else can...
(That first symbol in the unknown word looks like a capital L, the second one is a kind of reverse j, and the third is an i. Pet name for herself I'd guess? The second symbol is very odd though. I know that dot isn't part of the L, and besides that symbol is only ever by itself as part of a j.)

>>1126710
Assume if it's not
about cleaning or like...

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What the fuck was that!? I don't even think you stand a chance against that thing even in fight mode, hell from the explanation you gave us earlier I don't think you have enough in your fuel stores to even transform into that again. Shit...

Whelp, looks like the water tank path is now a no go until further notice... which means that elevator door in the silk pod room is the only exit available to us... wonder if we talk to Miire if she would be able to give us access to the elevator. She might have the authority to give you access to another floor. Hope it didn't need an item you picked up cause it looks like you lost all your gear.

Ah. Hmm. It doesn't look like she likes you back. My condolences.

Uhhh. Maybe we can...lure her into the water tank somehow and trap her? Side note on dying, aside from being unpleasant, I imagine that reconstituting you takes some amount of resource that a crumbling Tower might be short on, so, an extra reason to avoid dying. If it's the most efficient path to something though, I guess it's still technically an option.

...Did you get that coffee? Can you still, or will you have to recover the coins first?

>>1126732
Maybe if we use the broom brush we can make a skirt until we find proper clothes. We need to look good if we want to impress her. (and maybe not get exploded by her again.)

I found some musical/theater terms that might be of use:
Anagnorisis: the point in the plot especially of a tragedy when the protagonist recognizes a character's true identity or when the protagonist discovers the true nature of their own situation (hmm, maybe this has a more negative cast than we want)
Peripeteia: a sudden or unexpected reversal of circumstances or situation especially in a literary work (though, looking further, it seems like this is often meant ill, as well)
Euphony: an harmonious succession of words having a pleasant sound.
Pastiche: a musical score fashioned from many many different styles: e.g., ragtime, pop, hip-hop, an Elvis number, and a good-ol'-fashioned Broadway kickline. (Because we're made of a bunch of different rogues?)
Reprise: repetition of a section of a previously-heard musical number, usually with dramatic or ironic effect, usually truncated. Pronounced re-PREEZ. (Eh, again, maybe misaligned tone.)

>>1126762
Chorus, works for both music and ancient drama traditions

If you're being unimaginative you put 'Ryka' down. Ryka rozu Ryka as a ring to it. You can always change it later once you have a better idea of what exactly the hive will be.

If that's too embarrassing a more standard name you could go with might be 'Bondmaker'. Actually your hive is graffiti punks, right? Maybe 'Bondpunk'? 'Artpunk'? I don't know, I think 'punk' has something to it.

>>1126762
Question: Were these nuemono ones that you simply didn't catch with the play, or ones who fell out of the hive?

>>1126800
"Chorus" sounds pretty good.

Silence 2026/05/13(Wed)14:10 No. 1126767 ID: 6d1406
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There the new mech sits, held in place in the crate, two optic units on the head, the cockpit is open, it says high mobility alright. There are several extra thrusters along the unit. Whatever this thing is, it's probably a high gee monster.

Silence 2026/05/13(Wed)14:12 No. 1126768 ID: 6d1406
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You climb into the machine, and close the cockpit. You boot it up as the generator powers on, you discard your jacket as you grip the controls, whatever this thing is... its new.

Physical controls, no neuroconnection, probably for use with un augmented pilots. Alright, first step... how do you wanna get it out of here? Take it slow and quiet, or punch out?

Get out of the crate quietly. save the loud for busting out of the hanger

Well you need to familiarize yourself with the controls anyway, may as well be quiet at first. (and the less you damage things the less debt you'll be in later)

Start quietly.
Get acquainted with the mech before the time to go loud comes.

2/2 Buckwheat 2026/05/14(Thu)00:14 No. 1126784 ID: ac2578
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She pulls out a small axe from the back of her belt.
Rosary: “Alright game’s over then you smartass rabbit. Either of you move and this axe is going through your skulls.”

Lana: “Alright, what do you want from us then?”

Rosary: “First, you’re going to call off the rangers, then you’re going to tell me where that damn fox is hiding. If I like your answer, you get to sit tight in our hideout. If I don’t, one of you gets to be target practice.”

Okay…this is. We’re not dead, and still have a chance to turn this around. Question is, how?
We could try to stall some more for Judith or even Pickford to show up.

I-I could probably swing the table at her, or use it as protection from the axe. There’s a pick on the wall I could grab, and Lana’s got that knife she found.

There’s…there’s Dente as well. Not sure if we can call out for her to do anything but it seems like the bear doesn't realize she's here.

Stall or fight, I’m going to need a solid plan to get out of this.

She doesn't know about the knife. A sneak attack is on the table.

Anyway, tell her there's no way she can kill you here and get away with it, so that means her axe is useless unless she wants to spend the rest of her life behind bars.
She'll probably respond to this by attacking you non-lethally, and well, the knife will even the scales.

...or you could just fucking scream for Pickford. He's gotta be nearby at least, right? Sound should carry pretty well through the mines.

How are you supposed to call off the rangers? You aren't their boss so what are you supposed to say, that you're being kidnapped? Won't that just get the police involved?

as for the fox tell her you came in the mines to ditch her, she's a trouble magnet you'd rather avoid.

>>1126784
Ok.
Im goingbto suggest using a jedi mind trick to get an advantage on what were doing.
Lock eyes with her.
Be light on your feet like youre ready to fight or dodge.
You hold that stare.
Then, you glance to her left quickly and then back to her eyes.
She is alone.
In a escalating fight situation.
There are at least three additional threats she does not know the location of.
The possibility you glanced at someone sneaking to hit her is high.
Shes alert.
Ready to react.
She'll react to the imagined threat.
At that point, you have a mijiscule advantage on whatever it is youre going to do.

Grabbing knife? Running away?
Hurling tools at the scary bear?
I dont know which.
But try the eye thing and it might give you an extra second of action when it all starts.

Lana is a skilled fighter as a former bouncer. You're more skilled in diplomacy thanks to experience dealing with drunk angry unruly customers at the bar.

Take out your phone, and have Lana take out hers and pretend you are recording this. Yes, we're aware the phone doesn't actually record videos, but she doesn't know that. The key here is bluff.

Let her know that if she attacks, it'll be on camera. If she attacks one of us, the other will take that opportunity to escape with evidence, and then she'll have both the rangers, And the police to worry about. Not to mention she'll by that point have blood on her hands with the rangers still on their way. Suggest that right now, it will be for her best interest to cut her losses, and just leave while she still can, let us two enjoy the rest of the date, and we can all forget this ever happened.

>>1126199
… That’s all? Really? *Corax chuckles to himself at the irony*

Inner thoughts: A god shouldn’t be this insecure. What is it with people who think they’re in a higher position and wanting me to humble myself for them? As for being a god? What is a god to a non-believer? I wonder if Peregrine’s faith in Inkiversus was more believable. Perhaps I can pray for some real divine intervention.

Well, as I have said time and time again around here, I serve and obey. *kneels*

Will that be all, radiant one? I apologize. Plainly, you can see I am unable to show any real enthusiasm. I can only offer you my honesty. I am sorry if I seem less than completely devoted, you’re not the first to try and make me humble myself. As for making it believable? I’m sorry, I am not an actor. I’m afraid that this about as good as it’s going to get. And if you’re going to unmake, or divinely smite me as some kind of punishment for my lack of love? That’s fine with me.

Inner thoughts: here it comes, the moment between stunning your toe, and the biting pain…

Absurdity DeVoid 2026/05/08(Fri)21:00 No. 1126518 ID: 16b713
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c7USMM0F6V4

>>1126518
WAIT!

Inner thoughts: What are you doing Alyosha? You have no ties to this man, you’ve done worse to people and probably for a lot less reasons.

Absurdity DeVoid 2026/05/13(Wed)23:55 No. 1126779 ID: 16b713
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-1EPegIzD2M

>>1126779
Inner thoughts: Well, was worth trying anyway. Oh, well.

*Corax stands and checks the magazine gun to see if it's loaded*

Hmm. "Jailer." An apt term for him I suppose.

No thanks. Go ahead and do it yourself if you want to hurt him, do it like you did with that poor soul. Whatever you do is not on me.

*Corax tosses the gun at MC's feet.*

On the one hand this seems like it could be a classic temptation lure you into freeing something evil.

On the other hand, crows are cool.
You should go along with this until information presents itself that it would be a bad idea.

To that end, ask it why it wouldn't talk in front of the others.

(1/2) kpwlt 2026/05/12(Tue)15:41 No. 1126734 ID: 127310
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>What it says supports what we found remaining in the book. "Protect the Crown" most importantly-- that is a noble goal. As for molding the country... honestly you should forget about that, aside from perhaps implementing more protections to keep the Crown protected.

Sure, Sam can get behind the idea that the vague idea of ‘protecting the Crown’ is good, in the same way that ‘promoting peace’ and ‘ending conflict’ are, but what, specifically, does this mean? And Sam isn’t convinced that moulding the country is necessarily a bad thing. She knows Southshoals has its problems. If she was at the reins, maybe things would be better for everyone?

You should go along with this until information presents itself that it would be a bad idea.

What kind of information would clue Sam in to that?

>To that end, ask it why it wouldn't talk in front of the others.

SAM: “So. Why did you want to talk to me alone?”

BEAK?: “It is not… a want. Your will corrodes the feather. Your acquaintances’ will does too. Perchance, imagine a tree that spreads outwards as it grows upwards. You are currently in one of the… lowest boughs, of this tree, where my feathers can reach you. When you are… joined by others, there is not enough room in the low parts of the tree, and… without even realising, you climb to a higher branch. Now that my feather is in the tree, it is easier for it to stay in the tree than before, and perhaps it could ascend slightly, but it is a poor climber.

SAM: “If your feather is here, where are you?”

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(2/2) kpwlt 2026/05/12(Tue)15:41 No. 1126735 ID: 127310
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Sam’s train of thought is interrupted by a jabbing sensation in her left forearm. It’s as though someone is jabbing around with a needle. This is a sensation that Sam is fairly used to. Sam and Uberto have a small sympathetic alphabet tattooed on their non-dominant arms that they can use to communicate if need be. It’s fairly rudimentary, but it gets the job done.

This particular message roughly translates to
UBERTO HERE IF SAM NEED HELP LOUD SAY.

>>1126734
>If she was at the reins, maybe things would be better for everyone?
Do you have any experience governing? Or being in a position of power/authority? You could easily make things worse with an ignorant or reckless approach.

>>1126735
Well, time to see if the feather can ascend to Uberto's branch. Call him in.

Ask the feather what protecting the crown means exactly. In what ways could this be done?

you can message back that you're fine and headed back.

unless beak has anything else to say you should return to the others.

Curt 2026/04/29(Wed)14:42 No. 1126057 ID: a4a832
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>: POSTERPOSTERPOSTERPOSTERPOSTER

: Sounds like they packed you up and stocked you on shelves, kid.
: I don't think the merch from my series sold much. I feel like you're seeing more consumerism in edutainment than there really is.
: The books were mostly in school book fairs. The little games were mostly at "museums" and "learn-nasiums".
: I guess I had a tie-in replica WO-1948 once. For sport shooting, I guess?
: But it's not like franchise tie-in objects are really successful with adults.
: And not many nine-year-olds have a twenty-kilo slingshot draw.
: Why did you?
: Hitting stuff far away.
: Christ. Well, doesn't matter.
: Don't gotta move you off the shelf to get the Specta they want from putting you on it.
: You always talk about that. "Specta." What is it?

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s-shut up im real.

Curt 2026/05/10(Sun)03:38 No. 1126569 ID: a4a832
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> : Specta sounds a lot like egregorism, the idea of an idea that lives without being living.

: So, materialist outcome for managers is a... drug?
: If you live without it long enough.
: Don't even need to be a manager, investor, whatever. Why do you think is the way he is?
: I can kind of see it. You're sort of lensing the normal way the world works into something that feels more visceral.
: Only way to react right to it. Drop the abstractions, see it as direct. A substance, a face, whatever it takes.
: I mean, maybe. You do it too much and you're posting Egregorist manifestos.
: You were reading that crap?
: It's important history stuff! I was an encyclopedia detective too, you know.
: But, actually, it came up in therapy.
: Yeah, how's that?

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How far can a metacommunicator reach, anyways? Could the reason the traitor can have consistent knowledge of the loop be that they're connected to someone outside of the station, outside of the loop?

Is the loop a local phenomenon? If you radio/visit another station, what day is it?