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Current I'm so tired of being tired.
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So I'm pursuing a PhD in Philosophy (Ethics, specifically) and meanwhile I can't for the life of me make any quick choice when it comes to coffee. Am I fighting an uphill battle here?
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6 yrs ago
Hooray for upcoming surprise CT Scan! :/
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Did someone say Disturbed?
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6 yrs ago
"...You haven't changed at all, Snake."

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Heyo! Just your friendly neighborhood Disturbed Spec here. Avid Roleplay addict, writer, reader and gamer who owns for baby birds (because honestly why not?) I look forward to creating amazing memories with you all on this site! Cheers!

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Looks great! Venom Snake is approved, and you're good to post his sheet in the characters tab and get started in Mafia Town. If you want any further details about that setting feel free to ask. The next update is on Sunday night but it doesn't involve a drastic state change, so no rush. Would you like an invite to the Discord?


WoooOO! Excellent to hear, and yes I would! Just one more questioni...

What exactly is Mafia-Town, in terms of area, pictures- anything for reference? Is it from an established setting like Kingdom Hearts? Are all the chefs Italian and have cool Mafia names? Remember, guys like Vinny make the best pizzas. :)
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Sorry for not explaining it well! Each Ability or Skill on your sheet counts as one of the five allocations new sheets start with, and you can divide those allocations however you want. So for instance, with my Grimm sheet on the first page I used three on Abilities (Teleport, Firebats, and Hangtime), and two on Skills (Close Combatant, The Night Was Long). You can put all five into Skills if you want and just leave the Abilities section blank.


Excellent clarification! I've updated the CS accordingly and await your verdict!
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No problem, I know it's weird making gear into abilities to begin with since they're physical objects. If you want you could just ditch the ability altogether and go all 5 points on skills, then have the equipment in his inventory.


Gotcha! So what does that look like, in terms of formatting? I updated the inventory to reflect the appropriate changes, but I can't say I've any idea on how to distribute points across skills, or.. skills across points, or levels. Abilities are a whole 'nother alien entirely. Other than that I think I didn't miss anything.
@Lugubrious Heya choom! Absolutely no problem at all- I knew that there would probably be some oversights in regards to this CS, and I'm more than capable of making revisions and adjustments as needed.

In truth, Logan Woods is a placeholder-alike on John Doe, since Naked Snake is also referred to as John, or John Doe in Metal Gear Solid 3. Venom Snake is, essentially, the Player's own avatar at the start of the game (as the multiplayer component uses this avatar when prompted to create them after the opening sequence).

EDIT: Encountering a slight snag with trying to work the Sneaking Suit as an ability since it's quite literally the clothes on his back. Help would be much appreciated!



Posted, and SUPER STOKED! Also I'm gonna work for Instacart today, so I'll be back in 4-6 hours or so to address any changes or inconsistencies that y'all find- I think I filled this out well but things are liable to slip through, heh. Anyhow, I shall return! Can't wait to explore this world with everyone.
Hello hello! Still open and accepting? :D


VIT: 100%

LOC: Corpo Plaza Apartments - Room 16 > The Afterlife

INT: @Thayr

MNT: @Thayr (Rogue Amendiares)


As soon as she awoke the duffle bag was opened; its contents tenderly laid out on the outer spread of the bed as her eyes meticulously scrutinized each piece of hardware and its accompanying accessories: a custom built Ajax and Unity, both modified to accommodate their own optics and suppressors. Three loaded magazines for each weapon were laid out in a neat row underneath, approximately 90 and 32 rounds for the Ajax and Unity respectively. It wouldn't be hard to find a vendor to top up on ammo around here anyway. The frequency of crime in this city guaranteed no shortage of arms or ammo in circulation, either from corporate sales or the more commonly-sourced civilian markets, legal or otherwise. Jennifer stood up from her hunched posture over the bed, glancing over and out to the window overlooking the skyline just as a shrill whine emitted from a device on the kitchen countertop.

'Beep! Beep! Beep!'

She was halfway to the coffee machine before her display lit up with a call from Kaleb. She accepted the call, opening the cabinet door and retrieving a sterile white mug before placing it underneath the machine's catch. Vantablack liquid shot into the ceramic cup in a clean stream just as Kaleb spoke.

"Ever hear of the Peralezes?" Kaleb asked.

"Sure. Jefferson's the Mayor of Night City." Jennifer replied, reaching to bring the ornately engraved cup into her hands as she moved to sit in the luxury parlor. "What about him?"

"He was a law student with a full ride scholarship courtesy of NightCorp, marries his sweetheart and moves back to Night City to later become a Councilman. The incumbent Mayor at the time dies, and he campaigns in his place."

"Sounds typical."

"Right, but it gets weird. Some contact of Jefferson recommends he hire Secure Services Inc shortly after his mayoral campaign starts. SSI wasn't exactly well known, and still isn't to this day despite being founded in 2062. Point being that there are far more reliable security firms Jefferson could have hired, and didn't. A few weeks after he hires the firm, things start happening to him and his wife even the media couldn't hide on air. Changes in behavior, backpedals in policy pledges, irritability when confronted, the list goes on. It was almost as if he was wrestling with something inside his head he couldn't fully control, and his wife took the initiative to get help out of concern for his health. Some PI and their NCPD buddy detective enter the fray, the Peralezes fire SSI, and the rest is history." Kaleb paused, clearing his throat before continuing, "Except SSI is still in operation, and that NCPD detective did this off the books along with that investigator. Whatever they did prompted the Peralezes to fire SSI immediately, and those two left without a trace. Several months later Jefferson wins the election, seemingly symptom-free. Are we on the same page here?”

Jennifer took a ginger sip of the steaming coffee, swallowing as she made a musing guess. "NightCorp and SSI are in cahoots?"

"Bingo."

"...So where exactly should I start?"

"Integrate yourself. Fixers, gigs, connections- whatever it takes to net your gain to get into NightCorp to gather what we want to know. Get on it."

"I'll start there, then." Jennifer replied, placing the steaming empty mug back onto the countertop.

"Looking forward to it. Kaleb out."

After the Holocall disconnected, Jennifer released a tense sigh as she made her way over to the bed and secured her weapons' attachments onto them; loading and chambering fresh rounds into each. She had to get in network first. Contracts, connections, then she could advance up the ladder. A Fixer would be a great place to start.

Stepping out of the apartment room, Jennifer made her way to the elevator and took the car down to the lobby. Desolate and no Xhao Ling in sight, she made her way through the scanner and out the door as the device blared in a tinny alarm. She would have to explain it later, no doubt. Jennifer took the right corner and activated the Holo; ignoring the strange glances and gawks from passerbys as she spoke curtly to the materialized holocard of Ray.

"Hello, Miss Huds-"

"Ray, could you spare a ride?"

A pause.

"Of course, Miss Hudson. Why the rushed tone?"

"Just somewhere I need to be, I'm sure you know how it is. We'll talk more when you get here."

"I will be there momentarily."

Minutes passed as Jennifer leaned up against the sleek graphite-hued shell of the hotel's exterior. Wisps of neon danced and swirled around her vision as the giant corporate signs flashed within her peripherals. The people-watching of people people-watching her was an inescapable cycle that subconsciously made her want to hide from prying eyes; serving as a constant reminder of the ill-fated operation that gave her such a distinct appearance. Shaking herself from further thoughts was a distinct three-tone horn that came from her left as the same driverless cab pulled up to the curb and opened its back passenger door. Jennifer stepped inside as the door closed, and the rendered butler greeted her at the viewscreen with a courteous bow. "Welcome back, Miss Hudson."

"Ray.'

"Where would you like to go today? I hear Japantown has excellent Unagi." The butler chirped, the voice module struggling slightly with the Japanese pronunciation.

"Just a moment, Ray. Got some questions for you."

The car pulled off the curb, beginning to drive after the sound of honking horns had forced it to move. "Well then, I am listening."

"How's biz? I heard there was some similar autonomous taxi service that previously dominated this city, called Delamain. Are you doing well?"

The butler paused, clearly not expecting the hail of questions as the projection remained silent for far longer than she thought it would. Clearing its throat, the 3D model arched a brow as it spoke once more and gave a rather boilerplate response. "Since 2077 following Delamain's dissolution, the company Raymond Autonomous Transit has grown steadily in the following years as the premier autonomous taxi service. We have seen a tenfold surpass of Delamain's last annual growth in profits, though it has been three years since they went out of business. For your last inquiry, all systems are nominal in this car- if you are talking about me."

'Okay, time to try again.'

"Glad to hear you're doing well, Ray. Listen, would you know of any work? Fixers I could be connected with? I've got a job I need to do, but to do it I need to get in someone's good graces. Do you know any Fixers that have previously used your services I could get in contact with?"

The cab began driving around Night Ring; merging with and to the flow of traffic as it pondered further. "As I would have it, yes! There are three Fixers who have previously utilized my services. There's Rogue Amendiares of the Afterlife, Sebastian Ibarra or 'Padre', as he is known more commonly, and the rather mysterious Mister Hands. I assume you are familiar with, or have heard of them?" Ray asked, to which Jennifer shook her head in response. "I was born in DC. This is my first time here." The car hummed as it revved its engine, flipping its turnsigal to merge onto an exit as the Butler nodded. "Perhaps you may best be acquainted with the legendary Rogue. Shall I head to the Afterlife?"

"Lets."




The drive to the bar had been relatively smooth. There wasn't much to look at, save for the new introduction of Militech personnel and their various autonmous drones patrolling deeper into Watson. Militech were partially to blame for her state as well; having ordered a bombardment on an insurgent location her team had just infiltrated. Suppressing a scowl, she turned her attention back to Ray as the car pulled up to the curb. "Here we are!"

"Preem, thanks Ray."

"Just one moment. For your safety, I would advise leaving your weapons with me. They will be protected while I wait for your return. Is this acceptable?"

Jennifer shrugged as she brought her rifle over her head and lowered it into the adjacent seat, doing the same with her pistol. "Suits me fine, appreciate the concern." The butler clapped his hands together as her passenger side door opened. "Wonderful, Miss Hudson. I await your return. Good luck!" Stepping out of the cab, Jennifer waked toward the Afterlife nook as she descended the stairs and bladed her way through the patches of people loitering at the stairs and further into the building. Descending the stairs, Jennifer slowed her gait as she approached the titanic Animal. The giant's eyes narrowed as he silently held out a bear-sized hand at wrist length; stopping her a few inches back from the entrance. The man barely tilted his chin down at her as his eyes flicked over her extremities, finally he grumbled in the back of his throat. "Never seen chrome like yours before... what's your biz."

"Here to see Rogue." Jennifer responded, concealing her intimidated tone. The man's eyes illuminated a bright blue as he stifled a scoff.

"As everyone else is. Nobody bothers to come in for drinks much anymore. Get on, go on through." The hulk's eyes dimmed back to their original color as he stepped to the right and beckoned her inside, almost immediately signaled to accompany another massive brute as he grunted at her, turning on a pivot to head through the sea green illumination of the bar area as she followed behind. Through the dips and bobs of the man's shoulders, she could see the bright profile of a neon yellow cut-top jacket adorned by a woman with gray hair and matching eyes, tucked into a booth and surrounded by mountains of muscle. From the perpetually pissed expression she wore, Jennifer deduced that it would be rather wise to keep her conversation in brief.


VIT: 100%

LOC: NCX Terminal C

TOD: 23:17hrs

INT: N/A

MNT: N/A


"Orbital Air welcomes you to NCX — Night City International and Translunar. Don't wait! Leave your earthly worries, ulcers, and tumors..."

The chirping feminine voice of the loudspeaker resonated through the dead empty gate of Terminal C, as the woman stepped through the jetway door and took in her first breath of the stale musk. Not even a second in and Kaleb Varsk was calling her on the Holo; his [REDACTED] light-blue ID card jumping up on the upper left side of her vision. She answered on the second ring, bracing herself for the harsh buzz of his vocoded voice.

"Report." Kaleb's voice growled.

"Arrived at Terminal Charlie. Place is a ghost town." Jennifer replied. Her own voice was soft spoken in contrast, dead and cold as the limbs which propelled her through the rows and rows of vacant rotted leather seats.

"Good. Exit at the right. A transport with your kit is waiting for you. Call me back once you're on the road." *ffzzswush*

The door to the outside of the terminal was merely a few meters away, sliding open with a soft hydraulic hiss. The air was notably better, yet now carried the sharp pungency of CHOOH-6A as tanker trucks pumped the stuff into the greedy bellies of waiting aircrafts. A quick glance to her left revealed an awaiting black taxi-like cab car, the trunk popped and illuminating her grey duffle in a faded orange-yellow interior light. As soon as she descended the stairs, the trunk slammed shut on its own as the the rear right passenger side door opened. Arching a brow, she climbed into the backseat and got herself buckled. She was able to spare a glance toward the driverless compartment as the car closed the open door, and turned itself on.

"Good evening, Miss Hudson." Came a posh British-European accented voice that rumbled through the cabin, seconds later materializing on the viewscreen on the back of the passenger seat. A torso-cropped male figure with warm amber eyes and slicked back black hair, dressed in a matching black butler's coat met her gaze. "I am a Raymond Autonomous Transport commercial shuttle. Your expenses for this visit have been graciously covered under our Onyx plan. Are you ready to proceed to your apartment?"

"Sure. Thank you.."

"Ray."

"Ray."

The car shifted into drive and lurched forward as it slowly turned to plot its course onto the exit. As soon as its wheels hit the pavement, Jennifer got back on the holo and shot a call over to Kaleb.

"..."

"On the road." Jennifer said, her gaze out the window of the car as she watched the scene of industrial plants, slow-moving blimps, and the rolling Badlands tundra pass her by.

"Excellent." Kaleb rasped a breath in, and continued on. "Given the nature and duration of your assignment, you have been provided with an apartment in the 'Corpo Plaza'. Your first task is to collect and compile any information you can on NightCorp that we do not already know. Leads, insights, floorplans, blueprints, anything you can and upload it to the terminal within the apartment. Then you will infiltrate the building how ever you can manage. Any accomplices you find to assist you will not know your identity, not must. You are a ghost. Beyond what we have provided you, you are alone. Should you come under serious injury and attempt exfil, we will not come for you and any involvement will be summarily dismissed and denied. Do I make myself clear, Jennifer?"

"Crystal. I understand completely."

Kaleb's tone softened, though his voice proved somehow more haunting with the added benevolence. "We are counting on you to see just what NightCorp is. We believe it is not an organization merely dedicated to NightCity's wellbeing- not anymore. Richard Night died in '98. His widow remade Night Industries into Night Foundation, which later became Night Corporation. Miriam steps down from CEO with her status still unknown to this day. Which begs the questions, who's running the company now? How many does it employ? Are they really the social welfare heroes keeping Night City aloft all this time? On one dead man's vision?"

The cab reached the exit, swerving left to turn off of Morrow Rock and onto the Interstate toward Night City; seamlessly merging into traffic and swiftly positioning to evade the worst of Night City's civilian drivers miles behind them. Kaleb continued on. "Arasaka may have pulled out of Night City, but Militech was all too eager to fill the void. You're in Free State territory, and there's no telling how they'll act, if they'll remember you on our previous op at all. Just be cautious. You're here for NightCorp, not them."

"-If I may, Sir.." Jennifer asked, able to find her break in the conversation.

"Go ahead."

"Why NightCorp?"

"Where else is NightCorp?" Kaleb countered. "Orbital Air, Arasaka, Biotechnica, Zetatech, Militech, Petrochem- every single one of these corporations, either founded in the Free States or within the NUS, sought to spread internationally or at the very least domestically across the country. You could say NightCorp, being solely for the sake of Richard Night's city, remained the way it did. Yet in this world? Everyone has to have a stake in something for their own gain or else there's nowhere to go. The fact that NightCorp is continuing to operate in such a contentious market not only with the means to sustain itself but without having to depend much at all on other organizations for its funding, is bizarre. Social welfare programs, wage standardization, education opportunities- all within the Worst Place to Live in America? You'd be hard pressed to see they're fighting a losing war, but they're not. They're thriving when they shouldn't be. That's what makes this so interesting to us."

Jennifer nodded to herself, looking down at her hand as she pivoted it around her wrist. Internal debate could wait for later. "I see why. I won't let you down, Kaleb."

"You won't. All goes well, you'll be back in Langley within the week. Your efforts will not go unrewarded. Good luck." The holo ended, leaving the ringing silence to float around the cab. Glancing out the window once more, Jennifer allowed herself a tiny moment to be starstruck at the towering monoliths that stretched into the neon sky. Ray's voice hummed in her ear. "We have arrived. Please watch your step, and collect your things from the back. Should you require pickup, feel free to call for a cab. Good luck, Miss Hudson." The door opened up as Jennifer stepped out, crossing the back of the cab and retrieving her duffle fron the trunk as she stepped onto the sidewalk to the apartment building. The cab gave a soft honk, before shutting its trunk and peeling away into the crowd of cars.

Jennifer blew out a sigh, turning to make her way into the building before anyone took to seeing her for too long. It wasn't that she was known, it was that she was nearly a Borg, and not quite by choice. The last thing she needed was a heckle or, god forbid, a catcall. Stepping into the apartment building, Jennifer glanced around its black abstract stone walls and floor, glistening red flora containers and plant life nestled in between the set of benches on either side. The Concierge to the left had caught her eye with a polite bow, clad in golden skin and wearing a maroon dress with gray trimmings. Approaching the counter, the elegantly dressed woman was the first to break the silence. "Ah, hello! You must be our newest tenant. Welcome!"

Jennifer paused, standing like a lightstricken deer as she awkwardly waved back. "Ah, yeah. This uh- 's my stuff. Do I need to run this through?" She'd had an easier time talking to the people at Richmond about her 'kit' then here already. The woman made a strange 'glu-glu' sounding chuckle and shook her head. "Your serials were scanned when you stepped inside. This scanner is purely biometric. Please head on through. Your room is Sixteen, second floor to the right." She blinked as a message materialized across her center screen.

[2F-R16 ACCESS_KEY_TRANSFER: COMPLETED.]

Jennifer dipped her head, moving quietly through the scanner as it unsurprisingly lit up and blared a gentle warning signal. "Hmm.. Wait a moment, Miss Hudson." Jennifer turned around. "Yeah?"

"The scan is showing abnormal weight ratios. You are measuring only 28 kilograms. Are you feeling well?" 'God-damn it all.'

"It's.. normal. I uh, got my legs and arms blown off. War mission went south." Jennifer sighed solemnly. The golden woman creased her shaved brow, an expression of pity on her features as she nodded. "I am sorry to hear that, Miss Hudson. War is Hell, as they say. My husband was a veteran of the Unity War. He took his life last December. Thank you for keeping in the fight." Jennifer stepped forward and placed a hand on her shoulder. "My condolences, miss-"

"Ling. Xhao Ling."

"Miss Ling. As long as he remains in your memory, he'll never stop fighting for you. Even if he couldn't fight what was eatin' at him personally. He didn't fight 'cause he hated what was in front of him, but because he loved what was behind him." The woman pursed her lips and nodded; imperceptive movements suggesting she wanted to break into a hug. Instead, she nodded, stepping back with a hazy-eyed smile. "Thank you, Miss Hudson. It is rare to find someone who understands loss nowadays. Especially here."

Jennifer bobbed her head, nodding as she sighed, "Yeah. Be seein' you around, Xhao Ling. You're not alone." With a pivot, Jennifer turned back and slowed her pace as she entered into the hallway and took the stairs up to her room. Approaching the door, the verification panel on the wall blinked a bright green as the door slid open, revealing a neomilitaristic interior with beige hardwood floors. She stepped inside, almost in disbelief the FIA would spare her the degree of these luxuries. Then again, she'd never been away from Langley for more than a few weeks. Heading inside, Jennifer glanced around the apartment before settling her gaze on the stairwell to her bed. Ascending the staircase, Jennifer dropped her duffle at the foot of the bed as she sat at the edge. Deep within the back of her mind, she couldn't help but feel it was going to be a longer stay than normal.


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