Iron Stars - Distraction mission

As the infiltrators jump off into the night sky the distraction team queues up behind them and dons whatever they need to make it to the ground and draw attention away from the vital work of the sneaking gremlins about to reign havoc on Kringle operations. After a brief re set the lights once again cycle to green indicating it is safe to jump

"Well, our part in this dance is to Advance and Vanquish, shall we step to?" Lucia motions out of the drop-bay, before spinning in place "Last one out shall owe us drinks?" She says with a smirk and drops out.

"What?!" Myuun, not understanding the joke, sprints to the end of the drop bay and dives out head-first. "I no want to paaaaaaaayyy!!!"

Jake secures his drones and equipment. Positions his sunglasses and puts a little piece of tinsel on the antler. “I hope there’s egg nog. I miss egg nog…” Following Myuun he jumps from the shuttle

Pulling on the Grav Chute Bivitas steps to the edge. "Hold fast friends and soon we shall soon together halt the foul festive plot." He steps from the craft and lets gravity take him.

(where did you want to land to distract, just outside the front gate to cause trouble? )

(I'm all for the front gate)

(I’m down for that!)

(Front Gate sounds all good on my end)

(Gate seems good to me.)

The group descends as quickly as is safe through the night air one by one crunching into the soft snow outside the gatehouse, several meters from it. Windswept snow covered pines bend gently with the latest gust of wind which also picks up the first bits of surface snow, blowing them into ground level clouds that vanish as quickly as they form. The thick stone walls are quiet though you can hear the activity of the stronghold beyond. (edited)

Jake shrugs out of the spent grav chute and deploys his drones. Med drone close, programmed to hit wounded with a medpak, 2 Combat drones out low and 50m away from the gate, stationkeeping. He takes the antler from the grav chute and puts it on an observation drone he's got stowed. All green in his Grinch onesie he looks at his new friends "Should we start singing Christmas Carols?"

Lucia packs her grav chute away, with the intent to return it later. She looks up when Jake mentions singing Christmas Carols. "We could pretend to be a Singing telegram company, and that we're here to sing for their entire guardstaff, haha."

"It would certainly serve the purposes of distraction and also rather fits the theme of this entire endeavor! I am amenable to this idea!" Bivitas bangs on the gate with his shield and starts singing in a baritone voice. "Good King Wenceslas looked out On the Feast of Stephen When the snow lay round about Deep and crisp and even..."

Myuun saw human carolers perform in the holovid Murdolph the Mauve-Nosed Meta-Reindeer XVII: Back for Even More Blood. They understood the general idea; sing and get stuff. The victims of the caroling often had their wills bent and provided sugary things to the beggars outside. They continue the song - poorly, not knowing any of the words, in the wrong tempo, zero pitch control, and with a waft of pine-scented pheromones. They bang on the door with both arms. "...Peeese let in, gib us no doubt We onleee bones-shelllln'-skin Help us hun-gry, food with-out Or... I will be eeeaten!"

The gate clocks and heavy dust puffs out as the gate begins to winch open. Six elves in thick suits of power armor wait there, candy cane striped rifles held slack as they watch the caroling. Their sergeant seems especially amused by the butchery of the lyrics Myuun is making

Jake sings along at the top of his lungs, the armor loudspeakers churning out Little Drummer Boy and he starts dancing around. Arms waggling, feet moving and hips rotating. If there is any rhythm to the music, you can’t tell it by his gyrations. He dances towards the elves

(perform/cha)

(7!!

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You are able to get just outside arms length when the sergeant tells you that you’re dancing close enough to them and they become a bit wary

As Parsnips steps forward the fuzzy tip of his elf hat bounces slightly. He tosses a snowball gently up and down in his palm. “So, we kicked your holly-jollies in the snowball contest last year, and thought you might want a rematch”

(talk/cha snips)

Parsnips Jackall | Ian Holt

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Parsnips Jackall | Ian Holt Request: [4d6k2+5] Roll: [6, 5, 5, 3] Result: 16

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“Alright. We could do with smashing you down. I’ll call the rest of the boys over. So what’s the game? Hot cocoa brewing? Snowman decapitation? Gift wrapping and saying ho ho ho and he he he?”

Parsnips tosses the snowball up into the air, letting it fall to the ground. "We challenge you...to competitive Mari Lwyd!" (Gurk can correct me if I'm wrong about this, but my understanding of Mari Lwyd is that someone knocks on your door wearing a horse skull, and you have to engage in a pun-off with them or they don't leave)

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(I am so in for this)

7:22 PM

(you're the visitor so I think you go first)

Parsnips removes his helmet, letting it drop into the snow beneath his feet with a dull thud as he sifts through his bag for the 3d printed horse skull he packed for the occasion. It fits comfortably over his head, but the elf hat can only sit pecariously on top. He approaches the gate and knocks, indicating that the game is afoot. "So, a guy walks into a bar. The place is crowded, but he's surprised to find an open stool right at the bar. He takes a seat and orders a beer. It's right about then that he notices the guy sitting next to him has a giant, perfectly round, bright orange head. Almost like he's wearing a Jackolantern, except with a real human face. Guy tries not to stare. His focus on his half empty beer-bottle is so intense it could burn a hole through the table. Finally, Orange Head man gives a chuckle and says "It's fine. You can ask. If you try any harder not to stare you're gonna give yourself an aneurism." "Oh, thank God! DUUUDE! I don't want to be rude, but WHAT HAPPENED HERE? Were you born like that? Was it some horrible factory accident? How did this happen to you?" "There's a story there, man. But I warn you, it ain't short." "For this, I'll make the time. I'll cancel my dinner plans if I have to. I HAVE to know." "Ok, but don't say I didn't warn you. So, one day I'm walking alone along the beach, and I see a metallic glint off in the distance. Hoping it's worth something, I go to check it out. I pull an honest-to-God oil lamp out of the sand. Like, the old-timey kind. Now, I know this is stupid, and you're probably not gonna believe what happens next here. No one's around, so, just in case, I give that lamp a little rub." "Remember, I told you that you weren't gonna believe this. But imagine my surprise when, sure enough, there's a cloud of colorful smoke and out pops a for real Geanie!"...

"So there I am, and there's the Geanie. Three wishes and all that. I think for a minute, gotta make 'em count you know? My first wish is pretty generic. All the fortune and wealth I could ever hope for and then some. What most people would start with, right? Anyway. Boom! keys to a luxury atmoflyer and beachfront property just materialize in my hand. Not a bad haul for the first wish, right? So for my second wish, I want someone to share all this with, ya know? I wish for a soulmate. And just like that, she walks by. I've never seen her before in my life, but somehow, I just know, yaknow? I know that she's the type of person who I can get lost in. Like we don't share all the exact same thoughts and feelings, that's boring. But our differences will enrich us both. Challenge us to be the people we always wanted to be, ya know? And she must have felt it too because without a word she throws her arms around me and plants the most passionate, deep kiss I've ever experienced. I can almost still feel it." "So, two wishes down, both went perfect. I think that's how I got it so wrong. I got cocky. Didn't choose my words carefully enough. So, anyways... I look at that Genie and say, Genie, I know EXACTLY what I want for my last wish...." Parsnips pauses for effect.

1:35 PM

"I says "Genie, for my last wish... GIVE ME A HUGE ORANGE HEAD"

Jake is wrapped up in 'Snip's story and blinks slowly at the end. He plops down in the snow putting his hand on his chin and lets his puzzler puzzle away at the puzzle Parsnips parlayed

That is a great story but we cannot let you in" one of the elves says "For you see we have a rule here afainst colors that do not match the season. Orange is on the list of colors that are not approved. You will have to come back another time, also your joke does not make sense," )my understanding of this is basically they have to keep making excuses to deny you entry no matter what you say until they're stumped.

"Alas whilst his color may not be approved our passage must not be delayed. For there is something forgotten in the reasons you made. A force with power so mighty that it trumps any list. Are you ready for here comes the twist? No rule or regulation nor demands for a fee. May obstruct exits in case of fire says Elf and Safety."

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"Health and safety has no power here For what could go wrong in a land of christmas cheer. What could be solved with more in the venue? Our drink and our roast is not on the menu"

"What is this? How could this be? I cannot believe what you're saying to me. How can you say to love this season so fair? If the festivities you are unwilling to share? We have traveled so far and come all this way Just so that we would be able to say That we have shared in the warmth and stood on the floors Of the one that they call Claus. However now we have found ourselves in a pinch For his servants instead embody the Grinch. How can you keep this festive season to yourselves? And still see fit to call yourself Elves? There is still time to correct this festive sin If you allow us to come within. This whole time we have taken the chance To prove ourselves through song and through dance. We have shown ourselves, myself and the others, To be fellow Christmas lovers. So allow us to share this joyful day For you cannot deny that our rhymes, they do sleigh." (edited)

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But this festive gathering is not for your kind. The halls are full, the cheer is bright, Yet, your presence here isn't quite right. Claus and Grinch, they hold the stage, Elves and mischief, the festive rage. Your Christmas spirit, though sincere, Doesn't quite align with what we hold dear. The door is closed, the entry denied, To blend our celebrations, we cannot decide. Your rhymes may sleigh, your dance may prance, But this festivity excludes your advance. For in this realm, traditions stand, A yuletide union we won't disband. Mari Lwyd, with respect, you must depart, Find another hearth to warm your heart.

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Poor little bug, hanging back to fester, For they know too little common to affect a conclusion. Oh how they wish they could join in the jester, Instead they sit back in all states of confusion. What is a pun and why does it matter? A play on words, to whom does it cater? Pheromones can't rhyme, quite the latter- Others catch such smells and say "see you later". Brave little bug, stepping forward is quite the mistake Into their thin arms is given the skull of one strange beast. They say aloud, "may-bee fit on head, geev Myuun no ache?" New hat donned, they still see no path to an inside feast. "This is very silly," the bug thinks in Noctuan, Taking out a bottle and imbibing behind the jaw. Into the freezer straight from the hot frying pan, For now sinister frost pours from the skeletal maw. Strange little bug, flapping their long colorful wings, Hovering off of the white powder, kicking up quite the fuss. Incarnate the image of "for whom the sleigh bell rings", If only they had glowing eyes, to create more nonplus. "I KNOW YOU HAVE THEENG CALLED HOT-CO-CO, NOT TOOO OLD I DO NOT CARE WHO BEE INSIDE, BEE THEY KING OR QUEEN LET ME IN FOR SOME HOT DRINK OR I BREEATH VERYY COLD PRETTY PEAS, DO WHAT I SAY, I DON'T WANT TO CLAUS A SCENE" (Consuming Scalding Breath elixir for frost effect)

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Oh, dear reveler of Mari Lwyd's delight, Your request for entry faces a wintry night. This gathering, you see, follows a different cheer, And your Christmas spirit, we cannot adhere. You cannot dance in our halls, While elves and mischief echo through the walls. Your rhymes may sleigh, your joy may sing, But a different tune in this festivity we bring. The threshold denies your festive plea, For traditions here won't easily agree. With respect, we bid you find your way, To another realm where your carols may sway.

"We understand your reasons for adherence to tradition. However a new one is forming if you would just listen. Through yearly visits Claus our worlds entwined Yet now he has shunned us I think you will find. On last year and current we have been left alone As such it has come time for him to atone If he will not come to spread his cheer Then it is only fitting for us to come here If tradition it appears is about to be torn it is required to take on a new form. So as Santa has caused us to our time bide You are now required to let us inside If you claim to hold Christmas tradition dear Then you must accept our presence here. So now the time's come to let us in to where the lights glow For it would be unseemly to tell us "snow"."

Oh, seeker of festivity, your request we've heard, Yet, the blend you seek is a bit absurd. In our revelry, a different vibe flows, A rhythm of joy only this gathering knows. Elves twirl in mischievous delight, As ancient customs take flight. Your rhymes may sparkle, your dance may gleam, But a different enchantment fills this dream. The door remains closed, the merriment distinct, A fusion denied, as our traditions instinct. With respect, we suggest another quest, Where your festive spirit may find a nest.

"Hear ye, Hear ye, Well versed in etiquette ye be? Hear ye, hear ye, We shall see. In this freezing night, You have put up dire fight, All cruel answers to our plight. Your rhymes carry you to our jaws, A path to entry through some laws, For within you have already... A Clause."

(seen, just gonna let the infiltration mission figure out a path of advance and we'll keep on going. I don't want to drag this out to the point where its unfun )

"If we let you in, to the mess hall you must stay

5:42 PM

We've traded rhymes but your yuletide spirit has carried the day Enter the base but keep manners on your mind For the routes off the main path are heavily mined "

(We can resume. Infiltration team is in)

Jake's puzzler has been puzzling with the preponderance of poetry... He tries his hand at the rhythm of rhyme.... "Kringle's Holiday shenanigans have yet to begin, Your hospitality is welcome this night! We thought your lights were too dim, Or your armor, too tight. On a pre Christmas night we're here, To sing carols and bring cheer. You see we're quite alright With traditions everywhere in sight! Elves! Show us your heart! Show us your hearth! Now, we're in, let's have a party! Hot cocoa and marshmallows, Gingerbread and Cider Can't think of anything nicer!" Jake offers an arm for elf or friend before he starts skipping along the indicated path towards the Mess Hall (Jake sends his two combat drones about 350m overhead, with the med drone following with the group)

(350m being their height above the group?)

(Aye!)

(sounds good to me, jkust wanted to clarify)

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Myuun takes Jake's arm - accidentally at first, flailing about as the printed skull facsimile proved difficult to remove from their head, and the frost vapors erupting from Myuun's mandibles helped little as the more malleable parts shrank and constricted further from the temperature shock. A small "help" in Noctuan peeps out before being jerked and whisked away by a skipping Jake.

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Bivitas strides into the fortress, following Jake and Myuun while drumming on his shield and continuing to sing Christmas Carols in his boisterous voice.

“I don’t care what any of you think” Parsnips catches up to the group after pausing to remove the horse skull mask “that orange head joke is hilarious”

Jake is delighted to have Myuun skip along with him! More dragging than skipping as they bounce each other along trying to find a rhythm both of them can move to… He side eyes ‘Snips “I don’t get it…. And no, don’t explain it… I’ll probably still not get it. As long as YOU think it’s funny…. And you brought that good vodka, it’ll be fine!”

Lucia gives a respectful half-bow to the elf manning the door, decades of etiquette guiding her movements, before she briskly strides forward to keep pace with the others.

The elves bring you to their mess hall under heavy guard. The smoke smell from one of Kringle’s cigars is thick in the air but clearing as you enter. A feast for the victors is being prepared in the kitchens here and the building has been cleared of elves aside from your escort

"What for eeat?" Myuun asks, their mouth still spewing a little frosted air. They keep eyeing a nearby hot cocoa dispenser, missing the resevoir as it is no doubt getting filled inside. "We help, may-bee? Am goood cook. Al-read-y had my molt, won't leeave bug-bits in foood. Promees."

“Hot cocoa, now we’re talking!” Jake takes a peek through his drones seeing what he can of the elves forces and fortifications around the compound as he mills about the mess hall

(notice/wis Jake)

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The other team has made their way toward the power generation equipment area and have not been detected, your distraction and now requirement for chaperognes has pulled most of the guards away. There is no sign of the big man himself, but Kringle is no doubt here prowling somewhere, making whatever final preparations are necessary for this culmination of his evil plans.

Bivitas gladly takes a seat and attempts to draw the elves into carol singing with him, gesturing for them to join in while loudly belting out the festive songs.

While the songs commence, Parsnips rifles through his bag. “Come on, I know I grabbed one before I left. It’s in here.” He finally pulls out a bottle of Pelasgon’s Finest, pulls the cork, and tosses it aside before taking a hearty swig and passing the bottle to the nearest elf. “This’ll put some jolly in yer holly”

"Oh we couldn't possibly" the elf sergeant says, keeping an eye on the proceedings. "we're on duty right now. The boss would have a fit if he saw us drunk on duty, and fraternizing, we'd all be fired"

"Would it not be a greater offence to fulfil the letter of your duties while denying the spirit of spreading festive cheer? Holiday joy is always the greater on being shared! Come! Drink and make merry! Your numbers alone provide security enough, there is naught we could do to overcome your elvish might if you share in our revelry!"

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Groshim/Bivitas

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Groshim/Shalaesh/Bivitas Request: [2d6+2] Roll: [2, 1] Result: 5

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“Orders are orders I’m afraid “ the elf says though you can see he is tempted by the offer

Parsnips smiles coyly. “And what if we invited the boss in to join us, just for one round?”

"It is the height of courtesy for a host to share a drink with their guests." Lucia adds in.

(Are there water glasses on the tables?)

(There are water glasses yes )

Jake hears the cork pop and he wipes a bit of drool off the corner of his mouth as he sidles up next to Parsnips eyes locked on the bottle as he speaks "So hasty to share! I for one am happy they aren't interested. He snags the bottle 'Snips was offering to the Elves and takes a swig, eyes closed and lips smacking as he savors the famous nectar. He grabs a glass of water from a tray, downs it, then pours a half glass of the spirit over the leftover ice and sets that glass down at the edge of the others on the tray. A heavenly chilled vodka begging to be sipped "More for us I say. These elves here are diligent in their duties. I would wager they've worked up quite a thirst escorting us all the way here from the gate. We should at least share the water we've been offered." Carrying the tray to the elves, he gestures at the glass of vodka instead of the water and waggles his eyebrows conspiratorially at the elf sergeant "Some refreshment for your troops, we're obviously not causing any trouble." (Compelling Gaze Strain 8/14) "Go ahead sergeant, take a drink."

“You know what. I think I’ll have that drink after all” he says, reaching out to take it. He downs it in a couple gulps. Seeing their officer enjoy himself , the other elf security begin doing the same

Parsnips casually refills glasses as they empty

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(did you want to try to summon the big man?)

(Makes sense to me)

(I'm good with that. Maybe get 'em good and drunk first and then invite Bossman?)

(Getting the guards drunk is probably the best thing to do before calling in the boss. Makes them less threatening if the situation devolves when he arrives.)

Lucia nurses her drink slowly, choosing to savor it as well as be ready to escalate should the need arise.

Two rounds in and some of the elves are trying to hide the fact that they are both drunk and trying to figure out how they ended up this way. Many of them are red faced and one is having trouble standing, only doing so because their assault suit is keeping them upright.

"You looook like... poy-zon (poison) berry, all red 'nd stuff," Myuun says to one of the assault-suited elves. "Loook un-com-for-table in there. Want help? I make you... lim... limb..." They look at their compad for the right word. "Limburger?" (Limber; relaxed) Myuun points at the back of the assault suit where the Type-B cell is located. "Just power offf, yes? Will help. Promees you feeel better. Wouldn't that be nice?"

"Aye!" Jake nods at Myunn "Bonus is no cleaning up the inside of those suits. You certainly wouldn't want to be smelling anything that comes up from your belly for months. Pop those and let's really get this party started!" He takes a tray of glasses and as Parsnips keeps pouring "Any Eggnog!? We've got a good thing going, that'll spirit will certainly make it better!" (He'll check his drone feeds as he passes out more Christmas Cheer.)

The infiltration team has entered the pwoer generation room, but since they are inside you cannot see how they are doing.

Myuun "helps" one of the inebriated elves by leaning them, still within their power armor, against the wall like a poorly paid contractor working with the sculptures in a fine art museum. "May-bee we go find some-theeng to help help you, yess? Per-haps pillow, or blanket? Holo-vid 'bout twooo hue-mans and strange leaves as they find their way to place that sell meat between bread, yess? May I borrow your ID? Have no access to your theengs in your rooom."

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"A movie night?" the elf says, red faced and bleary eyed. You can see they might be in on the idea if you continue to gently sell it "that does sound nice. And some warm milk and cookies"

"MMMmmm yess, warm malk and cooookies. May-bee there is spot in fact-o-ree that makes them? One of masheens (machines) must have big, blank wall on it for pro... projeh... pro-jeck-tor to show movie. I know many. Seeen many. Pick best. You pick best coookies, okay?" It's not really clear whether Myuun wants to get into the factory to cause havoc or if they're really into the idea of watching more movies; regardless, the excitement is palpable in the sweet scents being put out by the Noctuan.

"You know what goes great with milk and cookies, right?" Parsnips allows the sound of him refilling the already stumbling elf's vodka glass answer his question

"Milk and Cookies?! He pumps his fist in happinesss! Yes! Finally!! He continues to make the rounds as he talks, rotating the refilled vokda glasses fast as they're emptied and refilled And a movie... hmm. Kringle Kristmas Vacation, A Kringle Karol, It's a Stellar Life, Space Hab Alone... There's so many to choose from... Hey! Maybe this one.... something about a Mr. Brown and nuts made of peas... what the heck... and a pitiful looking decorated plant..."

The Elves get into a slightly drunken debate about the merits of each movie before deciding on Minister Brown and The Holiday Celebration Topiary That Is Pathetic , and settling in as the film comes on. A few of the more clear headed perform their check ins with the wall and nobody has seen anything strange , all appears silent on this strange night, and even the most cautious of the Elves are beginning to relax their guard,.

Parsnips sidles up to the elf who appears to be the drunkest without yet being fully unconscious. "Hey, buddy. We've got a big problem here! We obviously can't watch a movie without popcorn, right? I see that you're already pretty snuggly, and I'd hate to interrupt that. So if you want to give me your access card, I could go track down that popcorn and fix this problem for us."

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He groans for a moment before reaching into his pocket and handing over the access card. It is granite colored and pleasantly thick like a Galatea Express Slate card.

Lucia's face is briefly overtaken with surprise, before being replaced with a slight smirk. She gives a nod to Parsnips.

Parsnips returns Lucia’s smirk with a wink, before clasping the drunken elf on the back. “Thanks, Bud! I’ll be right back with that popcorn! I might need some of my friends to help find it” He waves for the group to follow as he slips out a door from the main room, heading deeper into the madman Kringle’s lair

Jake nods and leaves the tray of full glasses in easy reach of the elves to pass around, he follows Parsnips

The Lady in Green slips away while they're distracted as well, following after Parsnips and Jake.

The three of you head deeper into the building and there is a chime of access as the keycard is swiped and the doors open revealing several large bunk rooms, each separated from the hallway by an iris door

Bivitas is a little more entangled than the others but eventually extracts himself from the inebriated elves and follows after the others.

Myuun doesn't even realize everyone had left. They didn't realize that they also started partaking in Parsnips' forbidden water, only noticing their blunder when they couldn't feel their mandibles anymore and their hovering was a bit more wobbly and wall-colliding than usual. "Have.... ideeeaaa..." the slightly inebriated Noctuan says to the group of drunken guards. We... we... ask Kreeengle what he wants to watch... big boss... big choice, yes? I go wiffff you... for I sug-jest... Gremloids... in 4D... with the smell emitter... director's cut... meeet rest back heere wiff snacks... other, lesser movies... saw that one guy go wiff them - Elfy Mc-Elf-son? The one with the face..." Myuun's insectoid body is not handling the alcohol well. "May-bee baffffroooom first? Neeed some-one to hold antennae back..." (Good luck everyone!)

Parsnips shrugs before choosing the closest Iris door to swipe open. "Seems as good a choice as any."

(d100 for room contents)

Parsnips Jackall | Ian Holt

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The room is really two rooms consisting of an office and a bedroom. The bedroom has a bunk bed in it with a top and bottom, and the work space features a couch and chair, coffee table, wall mounted holo screen, work desk , and each bed has a standing dresser and chest for personal belongings in the bedroom.

Parsnips begins sifting through the work desk for anything useful

Jake follows Parsnips in and starts looking through the dresser

Lucia opts to keep watch.

Bivitas remains with Lucia in guarding the door. Prepared to handle the situation should a response be provoked by their absence.

(d100 for Parsnips and Jake)

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Parsnips Jackall | Ian Holt Request: [1d100] Roll: [81] Result: 81 Reason: desk goodies!

The Desmon O Shea Case Files Volume 3 is stashed in the drawer Jake looks in, it is the movie that the guards wanted to watch tonight in their now addled state. Parsnips finds a candycane striped set of thermal clothing that looks very warm.

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Parsnips tries to pull the thermals on over his armor. "Hey, whattya think? pretty spiffy, right?"

Jake averts his eyes "Buttflap's open my dude...." (edit: Added the following) "Mmm. Think they'll be happier watching this? Maybe get 'em to do shots every time Desmond walks on screen?" (edited)

"Our foes are already pretty disabled, do you Believe it necessary to further incapacitate them?" Lucia states into the room.

“Ok! I get it, I’ll close the butt-flap!”

Jake looks relieved after the candy cane stripes are properly aligned “Thanks ‘Snips. Hmm, you might be right Lucia. Are we going to keep searching? Myuun looked a little peaked when we left.” He puts the movie in his pocket

"I believe if we return other opportunities to scout the facility will be limited even in the most optimistic of viewpoints. It may prove wise to take advantage of the lack of observation however inebriated it may be whilst we can."

"Perhaps we can cause havoc elsewhere then? We have one of the barracks pretty well controlled, now we just need something elsewhere that will cause chaos. Something that won't continue picking on the same group but otherwise incapacitate others?"

“Havoc, huh?” Parsnips returns the flap to the open position

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(caught up, just waiting to see what the group decides to do, seems like there's some debate about pushing on or going back)

Jake laughs, pretending shock and awe at the buttflap flapping in the wind “Havoc it is! Lead on!”

“How about we buy ourselves some time? They’re waiting for a movie back there, how about we got put that on for them, dim the lights, give ‘em one more refill on drinks, and see what kinda trouble we can get up to”

"Sounds fantastic. Just don't do anything to them that is wholly cruel, they may very well be unaware of the harm they caused to the innocent."

“Cruel? They’re the ones who picked this movie! Can’t blame us for that.” Parsnips turns to Jake. “Lemme see that movie, I’ll go put it on for them and head back here.”

Jake hands over the movie and follows “I’ll go with you to the movie theater while you go in and get it going, just in case. And haul Myuun with us even if passed out…just in case we don’t come back this way.” (edited)

With the movie in hand, Parsnips heads back to the drunken guards, open flap bouncing jauntily as he walks. "Good News, Everyone! I found the movie! Oh! and you all know the rules for the drinking game, right? What am I talking about, of course you do! You invented them! Say it with me now! Drink every time our hero says his famous catch phrase! That's right, any combination of words! Who needs a refill before the movie starts?" (edited)

Jake follows Parsnips in and helps place bottles and glasses within easy reach of all the elves

The elves are eating and have drank a few more drinks since the last time you've been in here Myunn is keeping them entertained as best as possible, but seems releived to see you've shown back up.

Myuun has to flap their wings to pick themselves up off of the table. "Muuusst bee... dreeaming... for that is..." they say the next bit in near-perfect common, as if copying a previous narration that had been rewatched many times. "Desmond O' Shea Case Files: Volume Three!" They slump out of their seat, now entering full slug mode. "Have seeen volume one... two... four... you must geev me this mooovie when done, Elves. I must have com-pleeet set. I trade you my next pupae, or if I find elf pupae you have that instead."

Parsnips ports the movie into the projector, and adjusts the lens until a clear picture is projected against a wall. "Enjoy, everyone! And don't forget, whoever wins the drinking game gets a BIG prize!"

Jake snakes under one of Myuun's wings and slumps Slug Mode onto one shoulder "We'll be back Elves, Enjoy the movie!" "Good job Myuun, you really got 'em sloshed... They must have followed your example. We'll be back for the movie later," Jake mumbles with mirth to Myuun as he makes his way back the way they came hauling the Noctuan gently.

Lucia Forms up adjacent to Jake, realizing that if a fight does break out, He'd most likely be an easy target with Myuun under his care. "If you need help, let me know."

As you begin making your way into the facility there is a loud bang from outside and the lights flicker before finally turning off. There is a smell of burnt ozone in the air. Power attempts to fix itself again but fails, and the elves look around befuddled, their movie disappearing from the main viewscreen.

Parsnips pats one of the elves on the back, and speaks loudly enough for everyone around him to hear. "I sure am glad you told me about this part of the game, or I'd be sooo scared right now! Oh, but how silly of me, after you just told me about it! First one to talk when the lights go out has to go turn them back on, everyone else gets to do waterfall shots until the losers get back! Darn my luck! You don't mind if my friends come with me, right? We're all so new at this!"

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Myuun reaches out with both arms, their gaunt, drunken insectoid body unable to make proper words or wiggle out of Jake's grip. It would appear they are trying to reach for the holodisk player, babbling and almost sobbing at how close yet how far they are from some indecipherable task. As the distance grows, Myuun slumps in Jake's arm as defeat is snatched from the jaws of victory.

Jake nudges Parsnips to snag the holodisc for Myuun if he thinks he can swing it as he sidles out of the room with his collapsed noctuan cargo "Thanks Lucia, Hopefully 'Snips can cover our exit and keep the elves occupying themsElves," Jake whispers waggling his eyebrows.

The Rectifier-Sunblade chuckles in spite of herself, trying not to.

Parsnips doubles back to the projector. "Shouldn't leave the disk in the machine, it'll scratch! I'll hold onto this for you." He removes the movie, puts it back in the case, and slides the case into his pocket, shooting Myuun a wink as he does.

None of the elves seem to complain about the disc being taken but begin to grumble among themselves about the lights being off and how the big man isn't going to like it. There is a faint sound of sleighbells in the air, but it sounds far off for the moment.

"Relax, fellas! We'll get those lights back on lickety-split! Now I know your boss won't like you all losing your own drinking game to a bunch of outsiders, so if I were you I'd make use of this time." Parsnips shakes a half full bottle of booze around for emphasis before putting it back down on the table, looping his arm around Myunn on the side Jack isn't supporting, and moving the crew toward the door

With Parsnips helping guide them, he checks his drones to see what's happening outside and if the sleighbells have a source

Right now the drones do not see much of anything. They can see the infiltration team sneaking to the warehouse and there is an opportunity to link up with them, but for the moment the sleighbells have no immediate source.

(Jake would pass that information to the rest of the team.)

Myuun tries to reach toward Parsnips' pocket, not quite able to judge the distance or their own capability while being carried. Their wings twitch. (Myuun is still drunk, I'm passing on writing the word-slurring for brevity!) "Am shooor (sure) that is the, how you say, Saint of Claws on the way. Wee can make him show up fast-err. Other teeam must have shut off lights. Not per-man-nent, can be turned back on. If we break some-thing while we meeet others..." Myuun pulls out a bottle from one of their pouches. It looks explosive. They clumsily drop it, the fragile glass somehow absorbing the blow with no issues. "Oooops..." They try to reach down to pick it back up.

"whoa there, buddy. Better let me hold on to that for ya." Parsnips grabs the bottle off the ground and slips it into a secure pouch. As a consolation, he hands Myuun the movie disk

Jake's eyes bug a little when the bottle bounces around "We've got lights out on both the factory and the guards for now. The other team is headed toward the warehouse. If we hustle, we can probably catch them." "Or we can find an appropriate spot for Myuun's special sauce to go with a slice of demo food cake." He pats a pouch with a demo charge in it

"Could we possibly work with the other team and set an Ambush for our Primary Objective?"

"Maybe try setting that up in the Warehouse if we can get there without incident?"

"That makes sense to me. Should we rendevous with the other team first?"

"Should our foe be gaining awareness of our presence as I suspect by the sounds coming from the ether then I would prefer that we be united when his apperance is made. Alone we would provide much easier prey which would be a disappointment considering our chosen task of ending his assaults."

"To the Warehouse then." With Parsnip's help he starts guiding Myuun keeping pace with Lucia and Bivitas

"Sir Bivitas, should we pick up a souvenir for Alura? I already intend to grab one for My lord, a Second should not prove any trouble I believe, What say you?" She gives a slight smirk, tilting her head as the group walks to the warehouse.

"If there is an opportune time then perhaps. I would not object to relieving these dastardly festive folk of their possessions should the opportunity arise."

(I'm good with merging the teams again so we can finish this)

(Ready to roll [out of Jake's arm]!)

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(I'm good with merging)

(Good with Merging here too!)

(Merging sounds good to me

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(Same!)

(we coming to you neko babe? Or a new thread?) (edited)

(oh we here now?)

(Yes, lets merge)

9:26 AM

Both groups with a very drunk Myuun find one another again, there are sleighbells in the air with the sound growing in intensityu, along with a HO HO HO on the wind. It sounds as though it is getting closer

Gurk stumbles along, looking anxiously at the direction of the cheerful, ominous noise.

Supporting his side of their Nocutan buddy, he keeps him from chewing on the movie he so badly wanted, Jake cycles through his drones hoping to catch sight of the Jolly Old Terrorist “Myuun, movies are not for eating!”

Myuun stops gnawing the corner of the holodisk packaging. "Am not... eeeating... nooo..." Clarity through their inebriation emerges for a moment. "San-tac-laws? Do you still have my geeeft for him, P'snips?" (The bottle of strange explosive liquid that Myuun kept dropping is Wrathful detonation; 2d6 damage within 15' radius, will always hit the point you aim it at, and will not explode unless you will it)

Parsnips gently pats the pouch where he stored what appeared to be a dangerously volatile concoction being fumbled by an extremely inebriated individual of a species that, come to think of it, he wasn't entirely positive had opposable thumbs. "Right here, buddy."

Lucia drums her fingers on the hilt of her sword, her eyes taking in the group before she begins to scan the sky for where the enemy will appear. "Let us not give him a moment to breathe."

Moff rounds the corner, catches sniff of Myuun, and scrapes their mandibles in a resigned, slightly too done toast sigh. They wave at the others. "Reza and j30n1a have disabled the reactors. That sound on the wind though; perhaps we should get going?" No matter what X-rated-mas movie Myuun put on, the overly boisterous laugh of an old man always seemed to proceed a pivotal event and Moff wasn't a fan of being prime landing strip real estate. "Perhaps the workshop?"

"Maybe. It sounds like a good plan, better than being met out in the open." J30N1A agrees to Moff. With stealth no longer the modus operandi, indicated by the sheer amount of loud companions, J30 makes the logical decision to start her two drones. The detach from the back of her frame and start hovering over her.

Entering the workshop, the doors are easy and seem to help you open them. Inside the workshop is entirely dark. Workbenches have been left unattended and tools have been scattered everywhere. A new generation of the action figures that had caused havok in years passed are being worked on and packaged here, promising in bold coloring on the packaging that none of the previous side effects are included in this batch at all, because that's a Kringle Promise. There are more sleigh bells from behind another set of double doors, separating this work space from the rest of the building.

Jake recalls his drones down fast as they’ll move, the med drone still follows the group

Parsnips nabs one of the action figures and throws it into his bag. "This is gonna look pretty cool mounted on the bridge of my ship." Parsnips snaps back to the task at hand. "Oh! before I forget! Here's this." Parsnips hands the dangerous vial back to Myuun.

Gurk rushes around, looking for an especially large stack of action figures precariously balanced and ready to tip. (he's looking to use the trapmaster focus to prep a really big pile of toys so they can be toppled onto Kringle if they enter the workshop and it seems useful to tip it)

(it does seem like a tall pile of toys could be knocked over with a few strategic pushes )

(perfect! He'll hang out there until the moment arrives then)

Arriving in the manufacturing center, Alexander begins looking for any novel techniques or critical machinery in use. (I'm searching for anything we'd want to make sure to study and/or destroy.)

(Or... Liberate.)

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Moff quicky flutters inside the building, happy to be outside of the external weather. They sweep their gaze about to find any green garlands of holly or pine.

The machinery here is based on the ancient nano fabricators originally handed out on worlds the Perimeter agency thought vital in their fight to safeguard the universe from Maltech. Those devices have since been corrupted for the wicked games of Kringle. "THere's someone in my workshop!" A jolly voice says from outside the heavy doors. "And they're going to get quite a present if they don't come out right this moment" (edited)

"I fear our salvaging shall sadly be cut rather short. Assume defensive positions! We should not underestimate our foe merely due to his theming!"

Unprepared, Moff shuffles behind a work table, letting off a burnt and bitter concern; combat wasn't exactly their forte but also how were they supposed to explain to Tsula that Myuun's love of mixology had exploded to new heights?

Very calmly and deliberately, The Leaning Reef sun blade draws her sword and takes a position nearest the entrance to the building.

"Hey, Myuun, still got that mystery vial? We can put it at the top of Gurk's stack here. I'm not sure what it does, but when it falls on Kringle, I'm guessing it'll give him something to Ho-Ho-Ho about!"

Jake looks through his drones to see what their host might be doing and moves to cover off to one side, giving room for others to spread out "We letting him come to us?" He looks warily at the many action figures in the warehouse.

Reza pulls out his grimoire and begins muttering a few words in Piggen. It sounds like singing a song or a hymn of some kind. After a moment the energy disperses and floats out to everyone in the group. (Casing Energy Amplification Boost. Everyone gets +2 to hit, +5 to damage and your attacks count as coming from a heavy weapon. Does not affect shock damage. Light Focus) "Unless I miss my guess. That is Kringle himself. I would recognize that voice anywhere. I would rather fight him in the open rather than risk having a building collapse on us." (edited)

Alexander checks his tempest, slightly nervous at the thought of shooting something for the first time. "Alright. They may be watching the door. Do we want to make a new one?" (So long as the wall is no more that 1.3 meters thick and not a military fortification, I've got a spell that can put a door sized hole in it.)

Parsnips points to Alexander. "I like that plan! Sneak out and try to get the drop on him while he's heading here to get the drop on us!"

"Let us make the moves swiftly, then." Lucia states, as she looks around warily.

"Ok, where do we want the exit?" when given a location Alexander casts Patterned Energy Flare.

The caster traces a pattern on an inanimate object within reach, describing an opening no more than arm’s-reach taller or wider than they are. The traced pattern immediately ignites with metadimensional energy flows hot enough to cut through anything short of reinforced military fortifications, creating a hole that can pierce a barrier no thicker than one third of a meter per character level or completely destroying an object no larger than such a hole. The precision of the tracery required means that it does not work on moving or resisting targets, nor does it work on living or sapient creatures. This spell induces Surge.

Alexander Munroe | Rusty (Max D)

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Alexander Munroe | Rusty (Max D) Request: [1d20-2] Roll: [6] Result: 4 Reason: Physical save for surge. target 12

The Leaning-Reef Sunblade will head through the hole generated by Alexander.

Kringle is outside and getting frustrated. “Look. Year after year you people come here and kill my best henchmen and trash my house. I’ll give you each a present if it means you’ll fuck off. My belly might jiggle like a bowl full of jelly but I will still fuck you up”

No, I think I'm good. Moff skitters out after Lucia, practically hopping over the snowbanks to take cover, any cover, they can find outside. With confusion they inquire at Lucia and Alexander, "This is a house?"

Parsnips hoists his suddenly magic-infused shear rifle as he closely follows the group through the opening. As he moves, he mutters to himself "we'll show him a bowl full of jelly!" It comes out much less threatening sounding than intended. (edited)

"Pres...sent?" Myuun stammers out in their stupor, the vial of explosive MES liquid being juggled around haphazardly. "We beeat you then take any-ways, no? Turn fact-o-ree from death-toy-maker to pile of dust." Pulling back one of their sub-wings reveals a sling of more strange liquids in old, salvaged containers. All appear oddly enticing. (Healing elixirs and a defense available!)

Reza walks out in his full Kringle garb. Hat and coat of red trimmed with white fur. His tempest at his side in one hand and the other wrapped around the haft of his glaive, "I think maybe it's time for a new Kringle, don't you? You are old and slow. Can't even defend your own house from a bunch of randos." "I think its time to turn that jelly belly of yours into some jam..." "Maybe I should be Kringle now..." Reza says with a glare in his eyes as he stares up at the jolly man (edited)

Jake walks out of the hole in the wall in his Grinch outfit and elf aviator sunglasses “Might this be a way to keep Kringle from coming!?! No boxes, no bags? No death dealing holiday cheer? An end to the Kringle seems near.” “You say a bribe so we fuck off… maybe you just disappear…”

"I have it on good authority that your toys bring harm and Ruin, and so we have arrived to be your undoing." Lucia states, standing with a defiant look in her eyes.

“The only harm and ruin will be what’s coming to all of you if you don’t leave. Kringle Corp is not above bribes or other special services to get you out of our operations. This is a better alternative for you than a fight. Trust me on this” the man in red says

J30N1A who kept back for a while, watching, listening, making her own strategic plans, and backup plans, and backups for the backups, places herself next to Reza. Her drones hum monotonously. And in the same monotony, she starts talking. "I don't think your math is mathing quite right. Damage has already been done, in your plain sight. You are outnumbered, out-witted. Your words hit walls they can't pass through. Your threats are weak, and so are you. Give up while you still can, it is what you should do, if you were a real man. No bribe will make us go away, every possible alternative sees us stay."

Bivitas steps forth, sword in hand. "Our company did not embark upon this expedition merely to falter at your bluster and threats. Your plans have caused fear and havoc which can not be left unopposed. Heed our words, today your machinations reach their end. Yet this does not have to conclude with your corpse upon the floor. Surrender yourself and you have my word that you shall not come to harm."

"Hey! Remember that time you attacked us in a full-on Mech and we blew you up? Good times."

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Kringle looks on at the situation. His workshop is occupied , his home is without power and his plans have been thwarted across the years. Kringle Toy Company has changed into something they never expected to service new appetites for money and fame that are not fitting for the patron of the most magical time of the year. “You may have bested me today and I will give in, but you have another hurdle ahead of you and they’ll find you before long. The shareholders will learn of this”

"I would advise them to cut their losses and accept this. Your company has many product liability violations, if we must sumon the lawyers we will have the upper hand."

"This is a publicly traded company?" Moff chirps to Myuun in baffled noctuan. (edited)

“See! I told you folks! Capitalism ruins everything.” Parsnips grins

"Wooooo...! Now weee fight moneeey it-self!" Myuun says in drunken excitement, in response to both Moff and Parsnips. They reach into their pocket with a look in their eye that they might try to punch their credits.

"The shareholders? If it is their corruption that is causing the harm they will be brought to justice as well. The universe marches towards justice, no matter the momentary wickedness of the foolish." Lucia says confidently, leaning on her sword.

"We will be readied should such come for us. However that is a threat for the future not the present." With that Bivitas steps forth to take Kringle into custody.

"These shareholders should prepare for a hostile takeover."

“You don’t know who you’re dealing with” Kringle says, not fighting as their hands are placed behind their back. “I’m warning you because it’s the right thing to do. They’ll come after you if you push this” (edited)

"I think only of the innocents that ma be harmed if we do not do this, sir. Even if I ma fall in battle against these Shareholders, I shall endeavor to give them a wound that will fester until it claims them." The Leaning Reef Sunblade states, rather dramatically.

"Hold on." Parsnips puts his hands out, as if to physically apply a handbrake to the conversation. "Kringle, you seem pretty spooked by these shareholders. I've seen what you're capable of, so that seems...pretty significant. Maybe you can tell us what's really going on here? Any help you give us now taking down a greater threat will be considered when it comes time to decide what happens to you."

(talk/cha)

Parsnips Jackall | Ian Holt

used /roll

Parsnips Jackall | Ian Holt Request: [4d6k2+5] Roll: [6, 5, 5, 2] Result: 16

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"I'm not going to tell you who they are. THats to protect you as much as me. Believe me, I'm doing you a favor. They're embedded in everything you do, you just dont know it yet. Don't go turning that rock over . You can be certain there's not going to be any more Kringle toys out there. That thread's been snipped. I'm begging you, take me into custody. Just let this go. They'll kill me if I talk and they'll kill you if you know"

Jake moves over to stand next to Parsnips "Capitalism gives people opportunity, it's people like the shareholders that screw it up. Money's like candy, and while it may taste great, getting addicted to it brings its own issues." He glances at Myuun with a fleeting, concerned look "Kringle, You say these shareholders are so pervasive and powerful there's nothing we can do but die if we know anything about them. I'd say that the hornet's nest has been inadvertently kicked. Learning about what we're dealing with could keep us safer than staying ignorant and bumbling along. That and we're a stubborn bunch. We don't care much for those causing trouble. But staying off their radar isn't an option if we don't know where not to step. How are they able to know all that they do? Perhaps we can start there."

"They have their ways. Credits can accomplish a lot. There are eyes and ears everywhere. The nest might be kicked, but hornets respect thodse who back away from their nests"

"Hornets are fragile, small. They rely on numbers and the illusion that they are more dangerous than they are to get away with moving into an area. The thing about Hornets is that they also die when they sting, with the hope that it will drive whatever it is away so that the nest can survive. Let us take him into custody and be done here. As for your Elves, Kringle, are they capable of surviving here without power, or do they need to be relocated?"

“They’re a metaspace manifestation. Without me here they will fade back into metaspace until they’re needed again should anyone return to this place. You don’t need to worry about them”

"And what if this place doesn't exist anymore?"

"They will enjoy their rest in metaspace where no one can bother them anymore. Not a bad end I think you would agree"

"The shareholders cannot interfere with them there, can they?"

"Hm, an undocumented form of Shadow? We should take notes." "We don't know enough about metaspace to truly say something can't be done, but if the elves are strongly bound to this location then the shareholders would likely need to be here to reach them."

"Existence does not end just because you have crossed the veil between the prime material dimension to the Metadimension..." Reza chides from the back. He crosses his arms is a show of disapproval. "How naive, Kringle... With your arcane aptitude I would have expected better..." Turning to Alex, "Either that or their true names otherwise it would be extremely difficult to summon these particular entities... But from the sounds of it the Shareholders have enough credits to throw at the problem. If they are persistent enough they would be able to... With time." "So what's the plan for the big guy?" Reza asks as he looks around at the group

"He's surrendered, as such he is a prisoner. Either of War or of Law. Either way, he has some rights to my knowledge. We should treat him with some measure of dignity and respect, hammer down what he is guilty of and let the people determine the extent of his punishment and community service. Perhaps lessening his punishment should he prove to be a boon for the common folk... Better to win allies that way. Least that's my opinion." She states to the group. "I think that sounds most fair, especially given the circumstances. What say the rest of you?"

Lucia’s suggestion gives Parsnips an idea. He quickly turns to Reza. “Hey, you’re some kinda arcane mumbo-jumbo expert, yeah? This demon has been sowing discord and chaos in the form of false levity for who-knows-how long. Is there a way to bind him to a path of correcting his wrongs? Spend eternity spreading joy and cheer for real, or like, some sort of torment befalls him?”

(They’re drudge shadows basically , just with a bit more personality for the sake of the mission , but this wasn’t meant to branch into new shadows )

"That certainly would be a novel approach..." Reza looks to Parsnips with a half cocked before looking around to the group. Snips can see that Reza's eyes turn stark white as he looks around. He stares for a long moment at Alexander then again at Lucia before returning his gaze back to Parsnips. "... I think the theory is a sound one, it is just going to come down to putting it into practice. I don't know if this group has the arcane acumen to pull off such a ritual. But if we could bring him to the Academy at Galatea... Most definitely." (edited)

Lucia doesn't bother to hide the look of confusion that passes over her face as she mouthes the word, 'demon'. She then looks at Kringle to parse the new information... "He's not just a Magic or Psychic Guy?"

"Mr. Jackall here is using the term in more of a colloquial manner. I do not believe that Kringle is a Metaspace entity."

(I didn't think we'd start summoning new shadows, but Alexander is interested in anything connected with metaspace, so he'd still be taking notes.) "Community service would be a fitting punishment, but imposing such a compulsion without consent would be improper. Although if he agreed to it as a condition of release that would save us the trouble of containing him."

The look of confusion shifts only briefly, then shifts to an altogether different look of confusion. The Lady of hte Leaning Reef puncuates the look only by pointing at Alexander and nodding, then saying, "That... That I like." Before she sighs and begins side eyeing Reza, Kringle, and Parsnips. All for differing reasons, probably.

Parsnips nods. “How about it, Kringle? This is your only option that lets you see daylight.”

“I’m sorry. I can’t. I won’t. Do what you need to do but I’m not going to talk. You’ve had your victory. Be content with that and walk away”

“Talk? No. You’d basically get to keep doing what you’re doing, but the toys will just be fun things to play with rather than eating people or whatever. Just with the small caveat that if you go off script, you’ll explode or something.” (edited)

“I like this very much if there’s a possibility of it working. Here or there Academy.” he doesn’t lower his rifle, but he does relax a bit

"Your elves al-ready know how to do theeng others say. They bring me theeees... like they knew I wanted it..." Myuun holds out the copy of The Desmond O' Shea Case Files Volume 3 before flopping over again. Their wings flutter helplessly against the ground. The poor Noctuan appears to be at the apex of the alcohol. "Hue-man tales of old Kreengle are nice, no? Is not what you want to be? You can still be meeaan... have you heard what hue-man pupae like with drum set? Would drive me to end civ... civiliz..." The slurring continues as Myuun searches for the rest of the word in their swimming brain.

The Leaning Reef sunblade steps up and helps keep the Noctuan stable. "Anyone have anything to help detox this one? I have to wonder if their Physiology is... capable of handling alcohol? It could be more poisonous than perhaps intended, or it could be related to their small frame..."

Parsnips shakes his head. "No cure for that but time. And maybe a sandwich."

(we can take Kringle into custody if we want to then, either to prison or under supervision at the academy on Galatea, Might be a good person to have hanging around at Khmarna. For now the shareholders remain mysterious, perhaps in future holidays)

(Gurk votes for jail! The galactic community shouldn't tolerate such weirdness)

(If he consents to "community service" then Bivitas votes for the Academy. If not then jail.)

(he would be willing to do community service but he has no bargaining power in this scenario. Ultimately the fate is decided by what you vote on it sounds like)

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Nekosmash pinned a message to this channel. 4/29/2024 4:48 PM

That’s some kind of fancy voting thingy!!! Nice!

(Awesome

Bivitas wasn't so much thinking about the bargaining power so much as being unwilling to force slavery upon him.)

(Huzzah~)

St. Lucia

(Huzzah~)

(It was a hard decision but eventually we decided not to end the war on Christmas by beheading Santa

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(I will get a reward together on monday when we resume)

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(Sorry to bump~, but bump insofar as take your time, just I know that if it goes Some amount of hours without a post the chat disappears and can be forgotten with threads... Again, apologies~)

)thanks! My last message was sent right before my big oof last week

6:24 AM

(So this has been out of my head )

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As Kringle is taken into custody for his term of community service each of you has a gold coin materalize in your hands. One face is the likeness of Kringle, and the other side is a crossed set of candy canes as though they were blades. The coin has some inscription on it indicating the holder has shown generosity and mercy in a challenging situation. This coin is good for one use only in social situation. The coin is flipped with heads being Generosity, and tails being Mercy. Where the coin lands determines the effect Generosity- the other party feels compelled to repay as you have paid. They would be willing to part with something or bestow a boon that they would never normally part with Mercy- When flipped a disadvantageous situation can be changed into an advantageous one. The univese forgives as you have forgiven

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Eisheru, et al. pinned a message to this channel. 5/21/2024 10:57 AM