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10/19/2025, 1:29:28 AM
No.6320065
"Mmh hmm." The guard doesn't bother looking at you as he responds. "Long day."
"Yeah." You rummage through the contraband locker in search of any rifle bullets. "I'd drink some more water if I were you."
"Water tastes like shit." The guard murmurs. "Booze is better."
"Mmh hmm." You hum in faux approval. The conversation dies there; you don't want to push your luck here.
There's so much junk in the contraband locker, it's almost impressive.
There's porno mags, bags filled with 'mysterious white powder,' clearly counterfeit ID cards, you name it. You also spot piles of SIM cards inside the contraband locker. Probably from people trying to contact the outside world, you'd guess.
>3 SUCCESSES!
Nothing happens. You're worried that at any moment, he'll catch on to the fact you're not supposed to be here, but it never happens. You pull out a baggie filled with rifle bullets from amongst the other contraband. You safely drop the bag into your satchel before you close the locker door.
You could've stolen more, but you'd rather not push your luck. Not with a man with a loaded shotgun only a few feet away from you.
You turn around and you walk out of the locker room without any-
"Hey." Oh shit. You don't turn around. Did he catch you? "John. Tell Chief Chopjob to get me some more slugs." Who the fuck is Chief Chopjob??? You nearly ask him that, but you catch yourself before you can.
"Sure." There's no way in hell you're going to look for 'Chief Chopjob'.
"Alright. See you later." And with that, NOW you step out of the locker room. You swipe your stolen ID card again to close the door. You take a moment to process that, huh, you just did that. You totally thought you were going to get a hole punched right through you.
You idly check the bullets you stole. Yep, there's a LOT in here; you absolutely found Colt's stash here.
>BAG OF COLT'S BULLETS obtained! (Return to COLT later for a reward.)
You keep a measured, steady pace as you let yourself wander through the maze-like hallway. Damn, you feel like a smooth son of a bitch right now. Hopefully that's a sign of things to come today, you know?
You start to mull over who you should hire today. Your shift's about to start any moment now. Another shift of babying your anomalies. Yesterday was a lot so you're not hiring Lucy or Hidaka this time around.
MONEY AVAILABLE: $570
THE MAN ($165)
+Jack of all trades, useful for any skill check
+Very good at gathering information
-Can't interact with most people or anomalies
?Anomalous, for better and worse
TIME TOKEN VALUE: 3
SACA ($100)
+Physically strong and durable
+Repair/manual labor skill checks take less time with its presence
+Can now assist in medical or chemistry-based tasks
-Can't enter anomaly cells
?Rudimentary AI, doesn't fully think like a human
TIME TOKEN VALUE: 3
ASHTON ($70)
+Cares about you. She'll do her best to help you out
?Likely pain and stress resistant, due to excessive oxytocin
+???
+-???
TIME TOKEN VALUE: 2
"Yeah." You rummage through the contraband locker in search of any rifle bullets. "I'd drink some more water if I were you."
"Water tastes like shit." The guard murmurs. "Booze is better."
"Mmh hmm." You hum in faux approval. The conversation dies there; you don't want to push your luck here.
There's so much junk in the contraband locker, it's almost impressive.
There's porno mags, bags filled with 'mysterious white powder,' clearly counterfeit ID cards, you name it. You also spot piles of SIM cards inside the contraband locker. Probably from people trying to contact the outside world, you'd guess.
>3 SUCCESSES!
Nothing happens. You're worried that at any moment, he'll catch on to the fact you're not supposed to be here, but it never happens. You pull out a baggie filled with rifle bullets from amongst the other contraband. You safely drop the bag into your satchel before you close the locker door.
You could've stolen more, but you'd rather not push your luck. Not with a man with a loaded shotgun only a few feet away from you.
You turn around and you walk out of the locker room without any-
"Hey." Oh shit. You don't turn around. Did he catch you? "John. Tell Chief Chopjob to get me some more slugs." Who the fuck is Chief Chopjob??? You nearly ask him that, but you catch yourself before you can.
"Sure." There's no way in hell you're going to look for 'Chief Chopjob'.
"Alright. See you later." And with that, NOW you step out of the locker room. You swipe your stolen ID card again to close the door. You take a moment to process that, huh, you just did that. You totally thought you were going to get a hole punched right through you.
You idly check the bullets you stole. Yep, there's a LOT in here; you absolutely found Colt's stash here.
>BAG OF COLT'S BULLETS obtained! (Return to COLT later for a reward.)
You keep a measured, steady pace as you let yourself wander through the maze-like hallway. Damn, you feel like a smooth son of a bitch right now. Hopefully that's a sign of things to come today, you know?
You start to mull over who you should hire today. Your shift's about to start any moment now. Another shift of babying your anomalies. Yesterday was a lot so you're not hiring Lucy or Hidaka this time around.
MONEY AVAILABLE: $570
THE MAN ($165)
+Jack of all trades, useful for any skill check
+Very good at gathering information
-Can't interact with most people or anomalies
?Anomalous, for better and worse
TIME TOKEN VALUE: 3
SACA ($100)
+Physically strong and durable
+Repair/manual labor skill checks take less time with its presence
+Can now assist in medical or chemistry-based tasks
-Can't enter anomaly cells
?Rudimentary AI, doesn't fully think like a human
TIME TOKEN VALUE: 3
ASHTON ($70)
+Cares about you. She'll do her best to help you out
?Likely pain and stress resistant, due to excessive oxytocin
+???
+-???
TIME TOKEN VALUE: 2