How do I shot Trip!H508X.HbJ6 2010/09/20(Mon)18:51 No. 232333 ID: e31d52
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Are you a boy, or a girl?

WHY YES YES I AM

>>232333
GIRL

Boy and our item is toaster.
Because perfectly toasted toast every time.

>>232333
GURL.

Boy

Because /quest/ always needs more dicks

FOR THE TIEBREAKER; Girl I suppose.

boy. because we dont have herm characters much.

girl

How do I shot trip?!H508X.HbJ6 2010/09/20(Mon)23:16 No. 232458 ID: e31d52
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Very well then, a female is you.

Now, we need to get more involved... What sort of Item have you bonded with?

Are you an Artist of some renown, having a great connection to your tool of choice, namely, an average no. 2 pencil?

Or maybe you are a Student of great knowledge and little funds, living off of meager toast and water, having thus recently made a bond with your toaster?

Perhaps a Cook is more your style, a woman of the kitchen, the home and hearth, having bonded with an oven mitt.

....

Or maybe you are.... Something Else? Enlighten me as to your current job and the item you have bonded with, if so.

>>232458
SOMETHING ELSE:

A master of the GUIKEYTAR.

>>232458

Airplane mechanic. Wrench.

Running a shop, coin.

>>232464

CAPITALISM HO!

let's go with that wrench.

engineer sounds better that mechanic or merchant.

>>232502
We ALWAYS do engineer, though. Can't we pick something different?

Like... I dunno... Compass, surveyor? Or phone, customer support rep? Or Tie, Salesman? I'm just a bit tired of engineers.

My vote is for cook. WE'LL BE THE BEST GODDAMN COOK EVER!

...but fuck that working in the home. PROFESSIONAL CHEF BABY! KNIFE ALL THE WAY! CHOP THOSE INGREDIENTS FASTER! COOK THE UNCOOKABLE! FRY THE UNFRYABLE!

>>232503
THIS

Compass please

How do I shot Trip!H508X.HbJ6 2010/09/21(Tue)04:45 No. 232509 ID: e31d52
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Hmm...

It seems that you need some help deciding!

Let's close off the Something Else for now. Your decisions are now the following:


Are you an Artist of some renown, having a great connection to your tool of choice, namely, an average no. 2 pencil?

Or maybe you are a Student of great knowledge and little funds, living off of meager toast and water, having thus recently made a bond with your toaster?

Perhaps a Cook is more your style, a woman of the kitchen, the home and hearth, having bonded with an oven mitt.

>>232464
>>232466

A Merchant, your store ransacked and taken from you by the mafia, left with the coin where you began.

>>232461
>>232484

A Mechanic, capable and strong, knowledgable oof aeronautics and repairing thereof, bonded with your lucky spanner.

>>232503
>>232506

A great and renowned Explorer, wanderer of the world over, bonded to the compass your recieved as a little girl from your adventurous father.

You don't have much time to decide, now! I'm getting impatient.

>>232509
Lets go with Artist

>>232509
Explorer up in this mofo. Americas here we come.

>>232509
oh i get it, we are choosing our first spirit.

in that case id go with the spanner.

Cook, merchant, or explorer.

Cook for glorious fookstuffs,
Merchant for PROFIT,
and Explorer for DIVING HEADFIRST INTO THE UNKNOWN.

Decisions decisions...

>>232509
Mechanic. We'll solve some practical problems.

>>232571
>>232521

My, that was close! I was almost going to choose for you, you indecisive little scamps!

Okay, then. One last thing before we get started, honest.

What is your name? If you guys can't agree then I'll pick one randomly. And nothing silly!

>>232591

Thank you for giving us so many choices! Someone else should pick the name though, since I got to pick one of the choices.

Allison Finch

Frederick Detreux

Beryl Khan

>>232622
Sounds pretty tom-boyish, i'll go with this one.

>>232620
I like that.

>>232620
>>232622

Alright then! Now we can get properly started. Our first story concerns Miss Allison Detruex, an expert mechanic with a Bonded spanner. She's a prodigy, both in her own skill, and in her Bond. She's being taken to help repair a new airplaine, a liner that will be used to transport the President himself, a replacement to Air Force One. She is excited: picked from a pool of ten people, who were picked from ten of the greatest colleges in the united states. She thinks she is both lucky, and that she deserves this job. After all, if she succeeds, she'll be taken on as a permanent supervising mechanic of the vessel, with all the pay and prestige that implies.

However, in the small convoy transporting her, with nothing to do, and with three strange men, she is very bored.

She was never very good with men. Or women. She really preferred a good jet engine, to be honest.

The ride is very smooth. It's also very quiet. She can tell, because her spanner is in her hand but also touching the car, that it's brand new: not even a hundred miles on it. There's no defects to be found anywhere in it, save that a small bug found its way into some part of the engine piping but died there, causing incredibly minor imperfections.

Boring. So horribly boring. She wanted to be at the site, already!

>>232697

Examine the men I guess.

>>232697
Figure out a better joint by examining the men.

How do I shot Trip!H508X.HbJ6 2010/09/22(Wed)00:05 No. 232712 ID: e31d52
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>>232698
>>232703
>Examine men

You know their first names, but not their last.

Jim's our driver. He wears a tie with circuitry patterns. I'm not sure if he understands the irony or not.

Jeremy has shotgun, and a horizontally striped tie. He's a little taller than Jim.

Jack has a vertically striped tie, and sits next to me.

That's literally all that sets them apart. The sunglasses, the suits, the way they sit, even their hair color and facial expression, all the same.

>>232712

The 3 G-men, J^3 with the Secret Service. Only the most loyal men make it this far. They'll all be fairly intelligent, secret police don't like to use idiots. They do like to use guys that don't ask too many questions, so they'll be smart enough to know how to be discreet, and how to prevent little surprises from being big deals.

How's your protocol? You may end up interacting with bigger wigs than these, and in such cases you'll need to know the right protocol to avoid ruffling feathers.

ask jack if you could have a drink. should help calm your nerves.

How do I shot Trip!H508X.HbJ6 2010/09/22(Wed)04:32 No. 232748 ID: e31d52
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>>232739
Jack turns towards me.
"No, ma'am. We need you in optimal condition for the initial check. We don't want anything missed."

Alright, that's fine. Your connection with Freddy is best that way.

Oh, right, Freddy. Freddy is the name you've given to the spirit in your spanner. Unlike many spirits, Freddy doesn't really show himself much to the outside world, but you know what he looks like, and more importantly, what he's capable of. He's normally very small, about the size of my hand, and wears a sleeveless shirt... at least you think it's a shirt... that looks like a blank blueprint or graph. His hands end in tools, always different. He wears headphones like gears, and his face is metallic. When he communicates to you, which is rare, he speaks in short, terse, sentances.

He's able to know the condition and age of anything with moving parts, like cars, planes, guns, elevators... a lot of things! He also knows where defects are in metal structures and devices, which helps you alot in sorting out just where issues are.


>How's your protocol?
You know pretty much not to ask questions unless it's something you need, or if prompted. People who are in charge like to maintain the illusion that they know more than you, so you know not to call them out when they make assumptions about your work and just get things done.

>>232748
Ask them why they have different ties.

>>232801

Better idea: compliment them on their ties.

ooh how much are we getting paid?

>>232900
A lot. That's the most you recall about the number, the zeroes on the document stunning you with their incredible proclivity. It's a 'set for life' sort of job, if you don't mind working on a single plane your whole life, witch, as it happens, is fine with you.

>>232866
"Thank you." they say in unison. They then adjust them at the same time.

You shudder slightly at their homogeneity.

"We have arrived." Jim says simply, putting the car in park. "We will exit first, Miss. You will then follow. Please keep pace with us throughout. At this moment in time, you are a much more likely target than the plane.

As Jim rises out of his seat, Freddy speaks up to you.
"ѕσмєтнιηg ιѕ ησт яιgнт."

>>233011
Where? About what? Is there a bomb or something?

>you are a much more likely target than the plane.

Flip the fuck out.
You have the right to be angry. Your life could be in danger and they did not bother to tell you any of this until now.

>>233018
"Wh-what!? You never men-"
"It was in the contract. Why do you think the pay was so high?" they respond in unison.
Tch. You always had a problem with legal documents...

>>233013

"тнє ¢αя ιѕ ƒιηє. тнє мιχтυяє ιη тнє gαѕ тαηк ιѕ ¢αυѕιηg υηєχρє¢тє∂ єяσѕιση тσ тнє ιηηєя ¢σαтιηg σƒ тнє тαηк. тнαт ιѕ ωнαт ι нανє σвѕєяνє∂."

Something in the gas tank...?
Oh no... You wouldn't be able to detect something tampered with the actual fuel!

What should you do about this...

>>233023

Try to covertly let the clon-I mean men know about it. We'll probably fail, but maybe they'll write it off as a sudden burst of paranoia since we just NOW seem to be realizing our situation.

Heck, list a bunch of possible security issues with the car and finish with the possibly-tampered gas in the tank, while making sure they take at least the gas problem seriously.

>>233023
Well even if the fuel were switched to something more explosive, the worst that could happen is that the car would blow a piston; in that case, you would be a sitting duck for anyone outside the car. What are the surroundings of the road you're on? Any suspicious car that's been following you or men on roof tops or windows that look like they're up to no good?

I suppose it could be set up to produce toxic exhaust...

>>233030
That sounds about-

There's a loud bang suddenly, and we coast to a stop.

"Miss?" they ask in unison. Of course. I am the voice of authority when it comes to strange noises in vehicles, aren't I.

"Someone tampered with our fuel. I didn't notice until now because the only thing I can detect is faults in the device themselves."

They look at one another. "I-Is it far to the plane?" I ask quietly.

Jim turns to me in his seat.
"Allison." he says, pulling a gun from under the steering wheel. He hands it to me. It's small, simple. "Do you know how to operate a gun?"

"Well, yes, I... I understand the basic principles, yeah."

"Good. We are going to get out of the car. I want you to count to ten, then leave the vehicle and run as fast as you can to the plane. Am I clear?"

"But are you going to be al-"

"Our lives are not relevant in this scenario, Miss." they say in unison, readying their weaponry. Their guns are the same as mine. "What matters is that you live and make it to the plane unharmed. If a group manages to get a hold of those plans, then the President is in very grave danger. Are we clear?"

Um. I... Ah... well...

YOU CAN DO IT!

>>233075
"Don't you people have radios or anything? Tell the rest we're in trouble!"

>>233103
"They already know." they say in unison, tapping the objects in their ears. "We will receive backup in a moment, but the safest place here is that plane. We will cover your entry."

They leave the car.

10.

9.

8.

I can hear gunfire...

keep counting!

7.

6.

5.

4.

3.

2.

1.

GO!!

Crouch while running, it will feel awkward and you wont be moving as fast as if you were sprinting, but it WILL keep your head down and make you a smaller target.
I wouldn't bother shooting unless they're within 40 yards, you would only catch their attention more and expose yourself longer, plus you're probably a terrible shot.

How do I shot Trip!H508X.HbJ6 2010/09/23(Thu)08:42 No. 233126 ID: e31d52
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((If there's perspective shift, I'm really sorry, but it's hard to keep track of!))

>>233124

Right. As soon as I hit one, I bolt out the door and run across the blacktop for the plane. Good god, it's huge. But even cursory glances tell me that it's well-des-oh fuck that was a bullet that just clipped my ear.

I slide Freddy into one of my many pockets on my large toolbelt and make my way up the ladder.

Only to feel something strike my shoulder. I look down to see a strange dart, which... after a moment... disappears.

I feel so dizzy. So very dizzy.

just get in the plane and seal the door, then you can pass the fuck out as hard as you want.

>>233131

I open the door and practically fall inside, locking it behind me as the darkness takes me.

It's strange, though. Every time I've been put under by drugs, I don't dream. Just wake up later. There's no in between.

But this time... I feel something. Like I'm suspended in something. And I'm being watched. It's not an ominous feeling. More like... being gaurded. Watched over.

"Yǫu͘ w̷on̛'t r͜ęm͏em͞ber̛ ̀much.͠ ҉S͘o ̢r͠em̧e͢mbér t̢h́e n̡a͡m̕e. Ga͜ry ̨A̸lbri͡ght.͢ ͏Re̛mem̨b̸er̵.͟"

I blink awake on a white bed, my head feeling like it's full of cotton.

>>233474
Where's the goddamn plane?

>>233474
Ew, someone watched you as you slept.

examine surroundings.

>>233561
I'm in the medical room of the plane. It's small, having only one bed. There's my clothing beside the bed, and Freddy sits atop them.

My head still feels strange, and when I sit up, I decide that it's best to lay down because the room begins to object to it by spinning about.

>>233709
Listen to your surroundings. Are we flying or do you hear any chatter?

okay then, yeah listen to see if you can tell where the plane is.

>>233758
We're not flying, but I do hear chatter.

"Why the hell was the airport compromised?" says an angry, elderly man.

"We don't know, sir. We believe it was an inside job." replies one of the three J's.

"By who! We've done enough background checks to know what everyone in this goddamn plane ate for breakfast."

"I did not say it was a willing inside job." J replies. "It could just as easily have been an Item Spirit tampering with something."

"Fucking goddamned... do we have someone who knows about that bullshit on our speed dial?"

"Ye-"

"Then call them and get out of my sight! This is a disgrace!"

>"It could just as easily have been an Item Spirit tampering with something."

Freddy, y u do dis?

>>234110
First thing's first. Ask Freddy if there's anything wrong with the plane.

>>234224
Freddy tells me that he detects no abnormalities in the plane's construction, fuel tanks, lines, or any part of it. He further specifies that he cannot tamper with things: It's always been him diagnosing and you fixing, and thus, he was not the one at fault for this.

The door opens and an elderly man enters, an old medal on his chest, but wearing a similar outfit to the J's.

"You alright, miss?" he asks quietly. "My name is Gerald."

We shake hands. His grip is rather strong for an older man.

>>234518
Old medal? Ask if he's got an Item Spirit.

>>234556
That would be an awkward question, especially if the answer turned out to be no. Lets hear what he has to say first.

How do I shot Trip!H508X.HbJ6 2010/09/27(Mon)07:34 No. 234757 ID: e31d52
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>>234738
"I'm a little dizzy, thanks." I reply.

"Good. Then you won't mind me asking you a few questions?" he went on. "You're not suspected in any of this, I just want to know what happened. However, for the sake of accuracy..." he removes the medal, and places it between us, tapping it twice.

A Spirit emerges and looks into my eyes... and all desire, what little there was, to lie leaves my mind immediately.

"Don't be alarmed." he says simply. "You will be compelled to only speak the truth, but if you feel that something might implicate you, you can still plead the right. Forelore here doesn't like stepping on those sorts of things. Now, were you asked to attend the vehicle before you were driven here?"

"Yes, sir."

"And you did? What was the condition?"

"I did, and it was in perfect condition."

"Absolutely perfect?"

"Right out of the factory."

"I see. Were there any passengers aside from you and the boys?"

"No, there was no room."

"Where did you fill up?"

"A small gas station outside sight of the airfeild. We met up with another employee, a..."

"You cannot remember the name?"

"I cannot."

"His face?"

"No. I just remember him handing me a bottle of water. I said I was thirsty. I know he wore glasses, very thick glasses, and a long white coat, the kind scientists use in a lab."

"I see. Why did he not arrive with you?"

"He said he would catch up."

The elderly man goes into thought.

"Hm. Are you sure you don't recall the name?"

"I know he was a doctor?"

"Huh, but we only have registered nurses on this plane and the president's doctor for this test flight." he says.

He taps the medal again.

"Considering what you've said, and what has happened, do you have anything to add?"

Go ahead and tell him about Gary.

Also the disappearing dart. Sounds like an item spirit to me, maybe a dart spirit?

>>234816

...who the hell is Gary?

>>234757
Tell him what you heard before you passed out.

>>234819
"Yǫu͘ won't remember much. So remember the name Gary Albright."
>>233474


That whole thing.

I tell him about the dream, and the name. He taps his forehead quietly. "It... it sounds familiar, but I don't know where from. You'll be fine in about an hour or so, I think, judging by the watered-down poison you recieved from that dart. We aren't taking off until we are certain that we can do so without tampering. And you read the contract, so you know that until we touch down safely after three hours in flight, you aren't getting paid.

He stands up and leaves the room.

Hm... Once I'm not dizzy anymore, how should I handle the situation?

>>235070
Go talk to everyone on board.

Laugh as everything is going to plan! If you didn't plan on poisoning yourself, then.... I guess when you're feeling better get a better assessment of the situation by wandering where you're aloud to wander. Try to find one of the J's

can you check if the plane is asymmetrical?

((IT IS NOW 11AM.))

>>235687
The physical design of the plane is perfect. There has been no tampering of any kind.

I rise out of bed, feeling much better. I dress myself quickly. Who should I talk to first?

>The J's might have seen something suspicious during the firefight.

>The flight attendant might have seen someone come onboard.

>The President This witness is locked until you can convince the J's to allow you to speak with him.

>The Pilot might know more about some aspects of the plane than you.

>Gerald might know something.

>The Item Spirit Expert the J's know about might know something.

>>235780
Talk to the J's first.

Going with the J's

Update How do I shot Trip!H508X.HbJ6 2010/09/29(Wed)12:57 No. 235915 ID: e31d52
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>>235823
>>235825
I walk through the halls until I encounter two of the boys, who both greet me with questions regarding my health, pleasentries, and the like.
But soon enough, I get down to business.

"So, who was it that was shooting at me? Do you know anything about the group?"
They look at one another.
"While this is certainly somewhat classified information..." Jeremy states, "We believe you deserve to know." Jimmy finishes.

They explain that the group that attacked is known as the NEW DAWN, a group of people who believe that there should be an advent of the Spiritual (the collective term for Item Users) and that the Spiritual are superior inherently to normal humans. Ideally, the greatest User would be king in thier utopia, with citizens being lesser Users who own normal humans as servants.

At least, their uniform and outfit makes it seem as if it's the New Dawn, Jim points out.

Jeremy is certain he saw them carrying a large container, like some sort of briefcase. They haven't heard from the team sent to confirm deaths, nurse and arrest the wounded, and the like, but they were sent out minutes ago and reports should come in in half an hour, Jim states.

Well... you won't be able to get any follow up on this for a bit. Hmmm.... it's probably redundant at this point, but since you're here ask 'em about that item spirit expert.

I really don't know quite what to ask though....

Definitely talk to the pilot. You do need to ensure that this plane is going to touch down when and where it is supposed to

>>236051
"What about the Item expert?"
"She's on call at the moment. You can use the phone on the plane to call her. Dial this number," he hands me a slip of paper, "And ask for Terri." he says.

"Thanks."

((IT IS NOW: 11:15 AM))

I move towards the front of the plane, and greet the pilot. He nods.
"Anything you need to know, young lady?"

Truth be told, I'm not sure what exactly to ask him about...

>Ask about the Fuel
>Ask him about what else could be tampered with
>Ask him about his personal timeline so far.

>>There's also an (other) option, too, hur

Ask about the Fuel first, explain that your car stalled because of fuel tampering which Freddy couldn't detect because the machine itself wasn't damaged.
then get his timeline.

>>236351
I breifly explain the tampering with my car, and he shakes his head.
"There's no way he could do that covertly. The fuel is watched by various sensors that detect temperature and chemical composition."

The pilot says his timeline for the day went like this:

The pilot left his home nearby at around 6 AM. He didn't need to drive far, so he got here a few hours ahead of us, at 9 AM. He was doing his preflight check a third time to pass the hours when, at 10, he heard the firefight outside. He says it lasted only a few minutes. He also noticed a BLUE SEDAN parked on the overlooking cliff, near where the NEW DAWN came from. It left shortly after the firefight.

After that, he heard you being brought onboard, and then the debriefing some time later of the J's. Things were very hectic, he notes, as the cleanup crew didn't arrive until just before I awoke at 11 AM.

"Any other questions?" he asks.

>>236843
...is he saying Freddy would've noticed it? What about an actual bomb? Would someone have been able to put that on the car without it being seen as a 'flaw'?

>>236861

Use that question to lead into asking what else could have been tampered with.

>>236861
No, he has various sensors that hook up to the tanks and take readings every now and again. I was able to catch the car's tampering because of damage to the fuel tank.

Car's probably ruined, now. Damn shame.


>>236871
I ask if there's anything on the ship that could be tampered with without it being noticed by either of us, and I explain Freddy.

He goes into thought, then tells me to get back to him on that. It'll take some time until he figures this out, he'll have the information at NOON.

((IT IS NOW 11:30 AM))

>Should I ask more questions?

>Should I check with the J's and see if the cleanup crew has any information?

>Should I continue going around the ship and talk to either Gerald or the flight attendant?

>Should I call the Item Expert?

>Is there something else I should do?

let's head back to the Js and see if what the report is.

Hmm, I'm thinking we should talk to the flight attendant.

>>237722
Scratch that let's get the Js' report.

>>237850
>>237713

I walk up to the J's and ask them how things are going.

Excellently, they reply, and I hear a loud explosion outside. They explain that they had found, among the the terrorists, a bomb, and now, it was nuetralized.

One notes that the bomb was comprised of two tanks of water that had been treated with various chemicals. Upon the seal being broken, it would explode with a great deal of force. The J's theorize that the bomb would have been set somewhere on the plane by an infiltrator. Luckily, they found a man disguised as a steward in a car some distance away.

Apparently he had gotten cold feet and the New Dawn were too antsy to wait until another opportunity.

They shrug. Stupid organization, they add. Hasn't been a real threat in years.

...

Something doesn't add up here...

>Who should I talk to next?
>What should I do next?

>>238245
Tanks of tainted water?
Water is about as low-energy as molecules can get. Clearly, that was a distraction so that the people who handle bomb responses would be preoccupied.

Have Freddy look for deformed metal and plastic that would signify a weight on it.

>>238247
This.

>>238247
Hm. Looking through the plane, there's signs of such weigh here, in the cockpit, in the seating area, in the presidential office, and in the water reservoir.

>>238723
Check here first, then the Presidential office, then water reservoir, then the cockpit, and finally the seating area.

>>238723
The water reservoir might be tainted.

How do I shot trip!H508X.HbJ6 2010/10/09(Sat)14:09 No. 240774 ID: e31d52
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>>238928
>Water resevoir

That sounds bad. Really bad. Thinking back, I vaguely remember being given some water before everything went bad. And that bomb was based on altered water.

I pull out my wrench and run to the water resevoir, throwing the door open.

>TIMING BONUS (?)

"Oh, bother. More interruptions."

>>240774
Is that the same doctor as in the gas station? Yell for security. Also demand he explain himself. Or maybe you should just smash him with your wrench right away.

do whatever you can to keep whatever is in that beaker out of that tank.

>>240774
>DrAlbright.png
Shit.

This is Gary Albright, the man who staged the attack. Make absolutely sure he can't get away.

Do you still have that gun? Hold him up. ...Or just shoot him. Your choice.

>>240883
>>240902

I pull out the gun and point it at his face, and he holds up his hands, holding the beaker over the water tank. One of many, I notice, the room has rows of them along the walls. He's smiling, watching me.

"You realize there's no point in holding me at gunpoint, right? If you shoot me, I'll drop the beaker, and it'll fall into the water. If you try to get me to leave, the same thing will happen. In either case, I emerge victorious and you, as well as half of this plane, will be reduced to nothing but smoke and grease."

>>242083
We need an expert in here, where should we shoot to make the beaker fall away from the water?

Figure he might be bluffing. If he wins simply by dropping he flask in, and is willing to die by doing so, then why hasn't he already done it?

>>242083
Stall him, wait for him to make a mistake and shoot him when the beaker will land somewhere else. Ideally we get him to turn around and then we shoot his hand so it drops on the ground, then nail him in the head. Or... we could actually talk him down. Maybe.

"Emerge victorious? You'll die too. A bit short sighted, don't you think? Not to mention something like this doesn't really help people side with your cause. If all the Spiritual consider you a dangerous and disturbed enemy where does that really get you?"

"Okay, don't leave. But drop that in the water and you get shot. Tell me why you're doing this."