Kalos' Games #spacecopsic 8/23/2017

DiscoDude: **---BEGIN SESSION---**
DiscoDude: **Session logging commenced**
Kalos: ====================================
Kalos: It's currently like, march 2448 or something ?????
Amoni Steeltower: *Group rushes Cyril to ER*
Amoni Steeltower: *Medical stuff happens*
Kalos: that was a month ago~
Kalos: Keith also got themself some more biomods
Kalos: but
Kalos: the news can wait
Kalos: right now Keith is at the hospital in the space station, about to step into Cyril's room
Keith: _Keith is about to step into Cyril's room_
Kalos: THe door's unlocked. Cyril you've been lucid for about a week now, but have still been on watch particularly for mental issues
Keith: (Masterful storytelling)
Kalos: and other effects of having *a fucking bullet through your brain*
Cyril: _is holding magnets up to his head to see what the subdermal armor is made of. This may be alarming the doctors a little._
Kalos: its not magnetic.
Kalos: perhaps to one's dissappointment
Keith: _Keith enters Cyril room_
Cyril: _guesses not having a faraday cage around his wifi-enabled brain computer is probably a good thing, actually..._
Keith: "Cyril... I-"
Keith: "What... Are you doing?"
Cyril: _waves with a free paw. Doesn't lower the magnets._
Cyril: "Nothing useful, it seems."
Keith: "Um... Okay." Keith says, approaching Cyril "I heard what happened, I was only allowed to visit now."
Cyril: _puts down his... **fridge magnet**. "It got bad out there. I made sure it won't happen again."_
Keith: "Well. I was meaning to bring you a gift..."
Keith: "Something your magnets might catch up to." Keith adds, with a smirk.
Cyril: _tilts head and quirks ears, gives the curious-dog-face look_
Keith: "I never checked it myself, but..." Keith pulls out a small, transparent, zip-bag from his pouch. It has a spent armot-piercing bullet in it.
Keith: "Remember when we begun as cops?"
Cyril: _slowly reaches out to take it! Holds the bag up close to weird spotty alien eyes to stare. "...Is this from the raid, when you got shot at?"_
Keith: "This is actually from the fist case we got, where I got shot, but the bullet didn't penetrate my skin."
Cyril: _thought that was the raid, oops. ~~guesses the doctors should check brain function again~~_
Kalos: ~~(that was the raid)~~
Keith: "I kept it as a good luck charm, so that my luck that day would repeat."
Keith: "Now... I want to pass it to you." Keith said, presenting it over to Cyril.
Dominic: Dom buts into the room, "Oh hey, I remember being pumped full of those before, that was nice." They look at Cyril, "So..What happened during my uh...Memory stuff?"
Cyril: _scrunches eyebrows, isn't sure what to say... Even after Keith got mad about the totally helpful drug injection, wow. "Thanks... I hope my armor works that well." Hides the bullet when Dom walks in, looks back up! "Oh, you know, shot in the brain."_
Dominic: "Oh, but hey you're still alive so that's all that matters, right?"
Keith: "It... It was close, I've heard."
Cyril: _slowly nods, guesses so. "I don't \*think\* anything's still wrong. I bought protection, too."_
Keith: "What kind of protection?"
Cyril: "I made my skull bulletproof."
Dominic: Dom hesistates to hit keith in the back of the head.
Keith: "Oh! You got bone reinforcement? I was going to suggest that..."
Cyril: "No, subdermal armor. It's cheaper, and nonmagnetic, as I've discovered..."
Cyril: _glances down at fridge magnet._
Keith: "... Oh! Have you considered bioplastic skin?"
Miri: _quietly slips in after Dom. "You, uh...you okay there? I was...I was really worried you wouldn't..." Her voice trails off._
Keith: "He's quite lucid, Miri." Keith says, turning around.
Kalos: today's the day when Cyril is supposed to be released.
Dominic: Dom looks around, "So uh...I guess while I was reliving some old memories I guess **you guys** got your asses kicked in?"
Kalos: everyone's also here to pick him up.
Cyril: _stumbles out of bed, probably totally ignoring a few medical monitors taped to him or something. "Don't worry. They poured everything back into my skull, far as I can tell!"_
Miri: _stifles a nervous chuckle._
Cyril: _quickly scoots towards the door. Not a fan of everyone worrying about him... Mostly just not a fan of being reminded of getting shot at :B_
Keith: "Wh-wait!"
Keith: _Keith tries to prevent Cyril from disconnecting himself._
Keith: "Maybe we should ask the nurses to do this!"
Keith: (BRB, feeding cats)
Cyril: _looks around... "I don't see any alarms going off. Should be fine."_
Kalos: a nurse was about to come in
Kalos: they step in about now- They're a VAI that's vaguely humanoid, fully suited in like a biosuit thing tho, hard to see them.
Kalos: "Oh um, Cyril, Now's the time to say if you've noticed anything strange going on."
Cyril: _steps out of the way of the door! "Uh... Don't think so. I don't feel anything missing, but I guess I wouldn't notice, you know?"_
Kalos: "Good enough." they shrug, moving to undo the various things that are attached to Cyril
Kalos: like suction cup thingies that check vitals and etc;
Cyril: _unhelpfully helps remove sensors and things._
Dominic: "Welp, Imma go ahead and relive some more old memories, just uh, don't pull the cable while I'm going to do this shit because if you do, I will find you...And...Do something really mean." He goes ahead and walks off.
Keith: _Keith tries to use his paramedical knowlodge to help_
Kalos: "You know where your clothes are- don't need to be couped up in here anymore."
Kalos: "leave your gown in the disposal." the VAI points.
Kalos: ~~it belches flames~~
Keith: "You don't need to remove your gown j-just yet, tho. Maybe get your clothes first?"
Kalos: the VAI steps out
Cyril: _starts tugging up on his gow- oh._
Kalos: and suggests everyone does the same
Amoni Steeltower: *Amoni is sitting down at one of the hostpitals benches, taking up the entire thing with her tail and then some.* *She's reading a magazine*
Kalos: -skipping to the car?-
Keith: _Keith starts to step out_
Keith: "Hey, Cyril."
Keith: "Stay safe."
Amoni Steeltower: "Oh, Cryril!"
Cyril: "...Thanks. And thanks for the bullet."
Dominic: Dom looks at Amoni, waves, and then enters the ship.
Cyril: _follows everyone back to the car once he's reclothed_
Amoni Steeltower: "Good to see you are back on your feat"
Kalos: Everyone piles into the flying space van
Kalos: meanwhile
Kalos: on the radio and other screens inside the van:
Kalos: `newsfeed:

An armistace has been declared a week ago between Narirella (THATS YOUR NATION) and Horcahun (some squabbling neighbor)

A cyrogenics station was spotted at the opposite corner of the galaxy- now lying empty, several dead known space pirates in and around it that have been cold for a week. There are rumors abound as to what this is.

Yesterday a new species of ~3 foot tall fox things has been found to have developed a hyperspace drive, because a probe was found mashed into the hull of a civilian passenger liner. THey exist at the border between Nariela and Horcahun. This is very terrible timing indeed.

Some big overhyped space mmo just came out. Hypernet speeds are actually slightly slower as a result as datacenters are clogged, somehow.

Someone claims to have found a gene code link to psionics, is met by mass scepticism like the last 500 times this happened in the last half century, but websites still post sensationalist headlines anyway.
`
Dominic: Dom looks at the feed, shrugs without even skimming, and hooks themselves back up.
Amoni Steeltower: "Huh, they're cute"
Keith: "Do I look cute too?" Keith says, grinning to Amoni
Amoni Steeltower: "Hrm, I guess, though you're not a fox"
Amoni Steeltower: *She shrugs*
Keith: "Oh, didn't expect that."
Cyril: http://animals.sandiegozoo.org/sites/default/files/inline-images/binterong_02.jpg
Amoni Steeltower: "I love those ears...."
Adem Nineball: Adem was dissapointed by the last Bit about Psionics, so he instead directed his attention to the new species "New Species? Poor saps, lets hope their cuteness actually spares them of whatever might happen"
Kalos: also uh, you guys shoudl call Runi. because she told you all to call as soon as Cyril's fine again.
Kalos: -skip to ship?-
Amoni Steeltower: (aye)
Keith: (yae, not sure if all agree tho)
Dominic: Dom is completely just in a state of being **knocked the fuck out** in being just hooked up to some drives he had lying about.
Dominic: (ye)
Adem Nineball: (sure)
Kalos: Dom's body softly vibrates to the frequencies of some vaporwave song.
Kalos: back onto the ship-
Kalos: everyone can go into the meeting room and hit up Runi
Amoni Steeltower: *amoni sets up the link and has it go through ship speakers*
Keith: _Keith does just that... As opposite to what he did last time._
Cyril: _heads to the Secret Meeting Room_
Dominic: Dom groans as he has to exit out of his lil session and goes to the meeting room, "And I was JUST getting to the good point."
Adem Nineball: "Hmph, i will the check the game later"
Amoni Steeltower: "Runi? can ya hear us?"
Keith: "Come in, Mom."
Kalos: You open up the call- There's no video feed initially.
Amoni Steeltower: *briefly looks at Keith with a raised eyebrow*
Adem Nineball: "Your *Mom*...?"
Kalos: "Oh- uh- Yea.."  she sounds not quite there herself, there's the sounds of some slight thudding, like something fell-
Dominic: "Awesome, no signal, now I can go back to my shi-" And just as he was about to leave, he stops.
Kalos: "Cyril there? I wanna hear his voice."
Cyril: "I'm here."
Kalos: "All good? no space 'nam flashbacks or anything?"
Keith: "He's been pretty lucid, thankfully. Sounds like himself."
Cyril: "I think I managed to delete the memories while I was recovering."
Dominic: _tries to slink off from the field of view of Runi._
Kalos: After a couple more moments pass- a video feed opens up to her on her usual desk- her feathers are all ruffled up in different ways, she's in her pajamas and in front of her, her table holo-projects a screen
Amoni Steeltower: "Did we uh, catch you at a bad time ma'am?"
Keith: "Did we wake you up, mom?"
Kalos: most of the lights in the room are off- seems you caught her while she was sleeping, but that's normal.

she responds very simply- "Yep."
Miri: _chokes back something between a spit take and a laugh._
Kalos: "Now- I have a job for you kids- put on your big boy pants though."
Keith: "I'll try."
Cyril: _hopes his spacesuit counts_
Kalos: a moment later, the camera shifts a bit to the right- she's learned from last time, and the image of a large space cruiseship appears- it looks almost like its literally a poster or some other promotional material for rides.
Kalos: "You're all going on vacation~" she spreads her arms
Kalos: you were all on vacation already.
Dominic: Dom screams from a distance in another room, "I DON'T LIKE PANTS...sometimes..."
Amoni Steeltower: *Amoni raises her eyebrows in surprise*
Cyril: "That's a step up from medical leave"
Keith: "Vacation...?"
Keith: "So, beach?"
Amoni Steeltower: *Amoni squints her eyes and puts on a smirk*

"Whats the catch?"
Adem Nineball: "Well, I can't complain, at least i will have time to try that game on the news"
Keith: "Keep dreaming, Adem."
Kalos: "For bonus points, it has a murder mystery diner"
Kalos: "the catch is it's the entire ship, and its a real mystery."
Amoni Steeltower: "Ah."
Adem Nineball: *"Hmph..."*
Keith: "Wait. Everyone died?"
Kalos: "people go missing. Usually this isn't a big deal, but,"
Kalos: "I don't know if any of you pay much attention to politics, but if you've been watching the news a week ago..." another image pops up, of a green-skinned austferian standing behind a podium
Kalos: "This is a senator's son- he went missing a couple days ago on the ship, and the chain of disappearances might be something bigger."
Keith: "Oh, that's Mr. Whats-his-face... I mean, name."
Keith: "... Sorry."
Amoni Steeltower: "How can someone go missing on a cruise liner?"
Adem Nineball: "So you want us to find out wherever that guy is?"
Amoni Steeltower: "They'd have found them eventually."
Keith: "I can go missing on this ship, if I try."
Kalos: "Find him, but Honestly he's probably dead." she says rather deadpan
Amoni Steeltower: "People would still find you, ship scanners, cameras, so forth"
Kalos: "Find who did it- this might be a political assassination- or something like that."
Kalos: "You need to go there and find out what's going on- buy your tickets seperately, or in groups of two- money is already wired."
Keith: _Keith lifts a hand_
Kalos: she lies back in her seat, turning off her table's projections. "Any quest-"
Kalos: "Yes?"
Keith: "Can I buy together with the captain?"
Amoni Steeltower: "What?" *Amoni looks quizical.*
Kalos: "I know you call me 'mom' but you're not 8."
Keith: "Thanks a bunch."
Dominic: Dom yells, "Just give me a room to myself and a key and I'll be set!" He yells for one last time, "Oh and just record this conference call, I'll listen in later, thanks!"
Adem Nineball: "An all paid vacation with murder mystery without aditional charge? *the higher ups really outdid themselves this time!* "
Keith: "Amoni, really, do you mind if we get a room togther? I think we shouldn't get too many individual rooms."
Amoni Steeltower: "Yes, I do agree stay sepperated is not a smooth move"
Amoni Steeltower: "Lets go in as pairs"
Amoni Steeltower: "I suppose Keith and I will be one. Anyone got any preferences?"
Amoni Steeltower: "If not i'll just bunch you all together myself."
Amoni Steeltower: *is waiting to hear replies*
Kalos: Looking at the screen, Runi already fell asleep again in the span of time no one asked anything, right in her chair.
Cyril: _shrugs, whatever works. Suspects they won't be spending much time in the rooms._
Keith: "Oh oh! Can we bunch Cyril and Miri together?" Keith asks, jokingly.
Amoni Steeltower: *Amoni notices this and goes to deactivate the call*
Kalos: the call ends
Keith: _Keith whispes into the call before it ends_
Miri: _looks like a deer in the headlights, or whatever her native planet's equivalent might be._
Keith: _"Night Mom."_ Keith whispers
Amoni Steeltower: "I don't see why not..."
Miri: "Uh...?" She looks at Cyril; certainly she was worried about him, but did Keith think her feelings were...*romantic?*
Amoni Steeltower: "You two have any objections to this?"
Keith: "I was making a joke, but..."
Miri: "Uh, not really? If it's for the mission, I guess..."
Keith: "I suppose it is as good as a couple as any."
Keith: "I mean."
Keith: "Pair."
Cyril: _slowly furrows eyebrows >:I_
Amoni Steeltower: "Well, if this works out I suppose Adem and Dom will be the last pair"
Amoni Steeltower: *notes Dom is out of it*
Adem Nineball: "Im fine with that." Adem Shrugs, noting Dominics `lack of attention.´
Keith: "I don't think Dom is fine with that, he's..."
Amoni Steeltower: "Alright, well lets get us selves to a liner"
Keith: "Back when we were cops, we all lived together, except Dom."
Amoni Steeltower: "His fault for not being here~"
Keith: "Hm... I see."
Amoni Steeltower: *Amoni walks/crawls to pilot station*
Amoni Steeltower: (Is currently AFK, will be back in a 1-2 mins)
Keith: _Keith starts to organize things, to pass the time. He changes his biosuit into his "cleaning outfit", that looks like a ~~maid~~ butler outfit. Cue Housekeeping roll._
Kalos: you guys get another call about now- unknown number.
Adem Nineball: "Alright, Lets see that new- Huh, What now?!"
Keith: !groll 13 (housekeeping)
DiscoDude: <@Keith> rolled 15 (degree -2; failure)
Cyril: _reaches for the phone, glances at everyone else_
Kalos: keith doesn't make the place significantly cleaner.
Keith: _Keith is constantly thinking:_
Keith: _"Oh no, this she is hot."_
Keith: _So he fails at cleaning_
Kalos: Cyril will pick up a physical phone the ship has around for some reason
Cyril: (We have an authentic Old Martian rotary phone)
Amoni Steeltower: (Back)
Cyril: _juggles implant connections to talk to everyone else for a second while being quiet on the phone. "I think that old pilot with the funny accent is trying to join us."_
Keith: "Funny accent? You mean, the best accent?"
Keith: "Can you pass the call to me?"
Cyril: _hands the actual physical phone handset to Keith._
Cyril: "Guys, where'd this plastic thing come from?"
Keith: _Keith takes the call_
Keith: _Keith covers the phone for a moment_
Keith: "Hey, who filled in the transfer thing?"
Keith: "Amoni?"
Cyril: "Transfer thing?"
Adem Nineball: "What?"
Amoni Steeltower: (Amoni is at the helm atm)
Keith: "He's got a request for transfer into our ship, go bug Amoni about it, then come back."
Keith: _Keith go back to the phone_
Cyril: _immediately goes to conspiracy-theorist mode. A perfectly-timed call before they embark on the sensitive mission? Is their old pilot the murderer??_
Cyril: _goes to get Amoni anyway :B_
Amoni Steeltower: *Is piloting the ship*
Amoni Steeltower: *may ~~or may not~~ be playing with plastic dinos*
Keith: "Wait a second."
Keith: "CYRIL! NEVERMIND!"
Keith: "I DID THE REQUEST!"
Cyril: _walks into the cockpit, silently looks at dinos, turns back around and leaves._
Keith: _Keith covers the phone_
Keith: "HEY! EVERYBODY OKAY IF RYLEX, THE PILOT, JOINED US, RIGHT?!"
Keith: _Keith go back to the phone._
Cyril: _leans back into the cockpit to inform Amoni. "He talks funny, but he's alright."_
Amoni Steeltower: "I think I know who you're talking about. They are that Avali right?"
Cyril: "Yeah, our pilot before you got here."
Kalos: yep- your implant still had a few glimpses of him... maybe
Amoni Steeltower: "Eh, sure. Wouldn't hurt to have a co-pilot. We have the bunk space for them anyways."
Cyril: "He'll probably be useful to have around either way."
Keith: _Keith hangs up_
Keith: "Well, that's an old communication method"
Keith: "Glad I now know how they did in historical movies."
Cyril: "Does... Anyone remember buying that thing?"
Adem Nineball: "That old phone....thing?"
Amoni Steeltower: (Assume it was on the ship to start)
Amoni Steeltower: (Just noone saw/used it till now)
Cyril: "Weird. So, where are we picking this guy up? Or will he meet us on the cruise to help out?"
Keith: "He said was coming onboard tomorrow."
Keith: "I... Think we will meet along the way?" Keith proceeds to check the transference methods.
Keith: "So! We don't have a bar."
Keith: "What do we do to pass the time?"
Cyril: _hops on Space Priceline to buy the tickets._
Kalos: Cyril there's a dozen rooms left. 6 interior rooms, 2 balcony rooms, one Suite, and 1 balcony suite. . Your money will actually cover arbitrary combinations.
Kalos: also you all now have a contact request from Rylex.
Amoni Steeltower: (I can tell you right now Amoni has 0 preference)
Keith: _Keit pats Cyril_
Keith: "Hey. Can you get a Suite for the Capitain? *And I?*"
Cyril: _looks at room lists, oh no, their team-deciding didn't cover this. Quietly reaches over to cover Keith's eyes, gets interior rooms, doesn't wanna spend all the spaceknight council's money. Still doesn't think they're actually going to spend much time in the rooms what with \*murder mystery\* and all._
Kalos: the rooms are bought-
Kalos: the nearest boarding time is.... a week from now, at a station 2 days away.
Keith: _Keith pats Cyril_
Keith: "Hey."
Keith: "What if... The room that the guy had..."
Keith: "Is now unnocupied?"
Cyril: _brandishes laser torch. "Then we will investigate it."_
Keith: "We won't need that."
Keith: "You got the suite, right?"
Cyril: "...We have rooms on the same cruise ship."
Keith: "But if we have the exact room... We will have a great start!"
Adem Nineball: "Which rooms did you choose?"
Cyril: _flats ears, didn't realize his mission spending would be under such scrutiny! "Rooms, on the inside of the ship, where we won't be spied on or shot at as easily."_
Kalos: any special preparation you all want to make?
Kalos: now's the time for them.
Adem Nineball: (I asume we will have to leave whatever isn't allowed in the ship)
Kalos: pretty much, unless you try to smuggle it
Cyril: Uh oh, smuggling adventure
Adem Nineball: What would that entail...?
Kalos: holdout rolls, or finding some other way aboard the ship
Kalos: that isn't through airport scanners.
Keith: <@Kalos> , I can carry my lockpicks, no problem, right?
Keith: <@Kalos> , can I carry my neural pacifier inside my first-aid kit?
Adem Nineball: Im gonna assume all my weapons are illegal and i won't be able to get the in without help ツ
Amoni Steeltower: *Amoni grabs her Magnum Pistol and two magazines with one in gun (20 rnds, + 10 rnds loaded). As well as her Variable Lockpick and puts it all inside the hidden Compartment of her Travel Bag*

*Space used,  2.9 lbs out of 10lbs*
Adem Nineball: "Amoni, are you planning to use all the space on your bag's comparment?"
Amoni Steeltower: *As for the bag itself, she puts in her **personal** stuff, Microfiber Towel, Pocket Pack, Personal Mess Kit (Not needed but its in there, was to lazy to take it out), and filtration canteen*
Amoni Steeltower: "No, if you want to toss more stuff in there, its got room"
Keith: *Keith offets these things to <@!Amoni Steeltower> for smuggling*
Except the Morph Mattock
Amoni Steeltower: *current weight*

*6.45 lbs used*
Amoni Steeltower: *So, 3.55 lbs remain*
Adem Nineball: "I might need help Trying to get my Gauss and some ammo....let me see"
Cyril: If you run out of room, you can borrow my attache` for two extra pounds of smuggling :B
Adem Nineball: I will have to comfort with smuggling just two cartidges and the gun, I think thats all the things that can fit in the bag
Miri:
Amoni Steeltower: *4.55lbs remain*
Keith: <@Kalos> , I can take out the batteries of the gun, for smuggling, right?
Kalos: yep. they're just batteries
Adem Nineball: the Gun is 2lb
Adem Nineball: two cartidges are 0.64lb if my maths are right.
Adem Nineball: <@Kalos> Ciggarettes and lighters are cool?
Kalos: yep.
Adem Nineball: Im fine with that, each mag is 40 shots
Adem Nineball: nice
Amoni Steeltower: *New number*

*0.16lbs in hidden*
Cyril: With that much weight, we could bring in my tiiny shaped charges :3
Adem Nineball: Uh, shit wait no my maths are wrong, a single Cartidge for the gun is 0.5lb
Adem Nineball: rip gun
Adem Nineball: because its 40 4mm
Keith: Are you using loaded or unloaded weight
Adem Nineball: Im combining the weight of the Bullets + Mag
Amoni Steeltower: *Amoni Gun, 2 mags (+ 1 in gun), and Variable Lockpick*
*Keiths Neural Pacifier + Heavy Laser W/ out Battery*
*Adem's Gauss Pistol W/ Mag*
*Miri's Heavy-Duty Electronic Cuffs and Neural Pacifier*
Kalos: anything to note before its time to skip to boarding attempt?
Kalos: also rylex shows up at some point
Amoni Steeltower: *Amoni has her gear in her bag, but there is tons more space for anyone else to put stuff in*
Kalos: he just will bring his own sonic stun pistol and other stuff that's perfectly legal
Amoni Steeltower: *Amoni has her Bio Suit (Designed like relaxed clothes) and Gun Holster on her*
Amoni Steeltower: *And belt*
Cyril: Alright, I'm smuggling the stuff?
Cyril: !groll 16
DiscoDude: <@Cyril> rolled 6 (degree 10; critical success!)
Keith: *fiingers cro-
Adem Nineball: ***woah***
Kalos: !roll 3d6
DiscoDude: <@Kalos> rolled 3d6 for 7 [3d6 = 2, 4, 1]
Kalos: You all enter  ~~Floston Paradice~~ Cosmic Queen, greeted by a vast array of dancers wearing flowery clothing and all such.
Kalos: Cyril is able to get past with the bag completely undeterred
Cyril: ~~didn't even detect my nonmagnetic skull armor, good~~
Kalos: You all have your room numbers and such and you can go where you please- to go unpack your stuff and so on.
Miri: "Woo-*hoooo!* Space cruise!"
Keith: "That's the spirit!"
Keith: "Okay... Uh... Huh... So, the room should be..."
Amoni Steeltower: "This is a nice place"

*Idelly plays with tail*
Kalos: Everyone seems blissfully unaware or good at hiding their awareness of all of the disappearances, including the high profile one.
Kalos: Tail also gets its own lei
Adem Nineball: "Alright, should we go have a look around, or to our rooms first?"
Keith: "Yes."
Amoni Steeltower: "Rooms first, we'll meet up after we get everything orginized"
Amoni Steeltower: "*States easy to find landmark in ship* is where we'll meet up"
Amoni Steeltower: "Everyone good with this?"
Adem Nineball: "Yeah" *Adem Nods.*
Kalos: There's some big fountains here at the boarding area, that are hard to forget
Amoni Steeltower: ^
Miri: "Fountains sound nice."
Cyril: _goes to Secret Implant Chat. "Should I come by and drop off everyone's \*gear\* in their rooms?"_
Amoni Steeltower: *yeah*
Miri: _takes a moment to gaze upon the fountains, hands on her hips, burning the sight into her memory._
Keith: "Maaaaaybe not."
Miri: "Yeah yeah, just leave my stuff under the pillow," Miri replies.
Cyril: _glances at Miri's intense stare. Takes a flatcam picture of the fountains and forwards it to her. Helps with the tourist-ey look anyway._
Amoni Steeltower: *don't forget to leave the occupied sign up*
Cyril: "I'm good at hiding things, apparently. Who knew."
Keith: _Keith has to know how the rooms look inside._
Miri: "...oh. *Oh.*" Miri suddenly feels naked realizing she didn't bring a *camera*. The ultimate tourist disguise!
Cyril: _scurries off to deliver things to the rooms!_
Kalos: They all have desks, a couple of seperate yet pushable-together beds, a minifridge...
Cyril: _hides stuff in strange unlikely-to-be-checked places. Gun in the minifridge, lockpick set above the doorframe, neural pacifier stashed in the light fixture..._
Keith: _Keith is underwhelmed... But still thinks it is pretty good!_
Kalos: Amonit+keith, Miri+cyril, Adem+dominic,  who wants Buggo-talking Avali as a roomate?
Cyril: (Pretty sure Keith wants him lol)
Keith: _Keith wants the Avali roomate :D_
Amoni Steeltower: (We'll take him, have him as third)
Keith: ~~*Threesome*~~
Kalos: So- what's the plan of action then.
Adem Nineball: ~~OF COURSE IT MAKES SENSE NOW~~
Adem Nineball: ~~go to our rooms, watch the equivalent of the deadpool movie, and after that go meet at the fountain~~
Kalos: You have some files on the various disappearance victims, maps of the ship, both provided by the SKs
Kalos: In total over the past 6 years, 80 people went missing
Miri: !g 13
DiscoDude: <@Miri> rolled 10 (degree 3; success)
Keith: ( Keith offers his Criminology: 12)
Cyril: (Does the "focusing on long tasks" bonus from Attentive apply to poring over stuff with criminology?)
Cyril: (If so, 14 on that skill :B )
Keith: !groll 12
DiscoDude: <@Keith> rolled 11 (degree 1; success)
Cyril: !g 16
DiscoDude: <@Cyril> rolled 16 (degree 0; success)
Cyril: !g 16
DiscoDude: <@Cyril> rolled 13 (degree 3; success)
Cyril: !g 16
DiscoDude: <@Cyril> rolled 12 (degree 4; success)
Cyril: Cyril right now: https://media.giphy.com/media/ohdY5OaQmUmVW/giphy.gif
Cyril: ```
[11:27 PM] Kalos: ~80% of the people on the list are modded in some way, either biologically, oir with implants both bio and cyber
[11:28 PM] Kalos: including the senator's son
[11:28 PM] Kalos: but the other 20% don't seem to be so that might not be a link
[11:28 PM] Kalos: Most of them are Avali or Austferians, but that's just population stuff
[11:29 PM] Kalos: Most victims disappeared somewhat soon into their cruise-
[11:29 PM] Kalos: within the first two weeks
[11:29 PM] Kalos: one exception was a live-on guest who was there for a year.
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Keith: "Hm... Who amongst of us are modded in any way- oh."
Cyril: _raises hand. Also lifts Keith's hand._
Amoni Steeltower: "yeah, however I don't know if thats the connection"
Miri: "Would *I* count?" Miri mutters to herself.
Cyril: "You probably count more than anyone."
Keith: "Okay. What is the percentage of the population that is modded in any way?"
Keith: "40%... I believe, right?"
Cyril: _finishes space-googling. "Huh, weird."_
Miri: "If that's the case, then if 80% of the victims were modded, that...seems pretty significant to me."
Amoni Steeltower: "Hrm"
Amoni Steeltower: "Well, I suppose thats one way we could attempt to figure this out, act as bait"
Amoni Steeltower: "However, it would probably wise if we left that as plan... Zed."
Keith: "Well. We are already bait right now, so, plan zed is already in action."
Miri: "Yeah. We could be waiting for years for our quarry to bite. And they could still go after someone else while we're hanging out."
Miri: _looks at Keith._
Keith: "But hey, since it is a pretty passive plan, we probably should keep doing other things."
Miri: "Actually that's a valid point, too. Any of us who might be a potential target - and that *might* include *me* - should be on guard."
Amoni Steeltower: "Yeah, we got anything else we could use as a lead"
Amoni Steeltower: *asks the cops*
Keith: "Well..."
Keith: "I can tell that mods cost money."
Keith: "So, modded people are likely to have money."
Keith: "Unless you are *me*."
Amoni Steeltower: "What about a Black Market scheme?"
Amoni Steeltower: "Implant Harvesters?"
Miri: "True. And true. But they could also be people who didn't have a choice. People with medical prosthetics and the like."
Miri: "It could be some kind of harvesting scheme, yeah."
Keith: "That's... I don't think they would try to harvest implants from such high-profile targets, right?"
Amoni Steeltower: "I will admit, choosing a cruise is a hell of'a risky spot to set up shop"
Keith: _Keith starts trying to compare the purchasing power of the past victims._
Cyril: "So they're probably either full of themselves, or very good. Dangerous either way."
Kalos: Keith: most of them are about at your levels of wealth or lower. (alkmost all)
Kalos: There are some very poor people with implants and mods- often former soldiers or the like
Keith: "Hmm... A quick search proved my hypothesis wrong..."
Kalos: or other people who as miri pointed out, need prosthetics
Keith: "Most of the victims had low purchase power."
Cyril: "Implant harvesting is still possible, though. Can take what they already have. Is that even a thing, though? Do people take pre-owned augmentations?"
Miri: "...Here's a thought. Repo men."
Miri: "Like. What if the victims were connected? What if they owed someone, someone connected to their mods?"
Miri: "It might explain the rich-and-powerful connection, too."
Miri: "What if this one guy needed or wanted mods done under the table..."
Keith: "Well."
Miri: "...and they ended up on the wrong end of a deal with our serial modnapper?"
Amoni Steeltower: "Yeah, that could be the case. But why be so shady about it? I know they don't want to be known but I'd figure some of the authorties would be aware of them, and we may have access to this information"
Keith: "We can check if they had the same bank. Or if they got their mods from the same place."
Miri: "The fact that 99% of our victims are nobodies could be a key to that."
Keith: " 99% may be shifting the statistics a bit."
Miri: "We already know these crimes have been going on for *years*."
Miri: "What if this is some group operating out of this ship? A group which preys primarily on the desperate?"
Miri: "They provide mods in loan shark fashion, and when their victims can't pay them back, they repo them."
Keith: "I'll be sure to let you know if I get some shady deals- If I don't take them first, HAH!"
Amoni Steeltower: "But how do they know they'll be on this ship?"
Miri: "If nothing else, the senator's son could fit into this scenario pretty easily."
Cyril: "...Keith"
Amoni Steeltower: "If they are so down on there luck, why even books a space here?"
Cyril: "We could use you as bait in a totally different way. What if you pretend to be a buyer?"
Cyril: "...Assuming all this conjecture is on the mark."
Miri: Miri gestures all around her. "This could be their *offices.*"
Miri: "Their victims *come* to them looking for a deal."
Keith: "Well, I did get a new mod recently, so I suppose I could pretend to be interested in more mods."
Miri: _looks at Keith with concern._
Kalos: *>pretend*
Miri: "You sure you're okay with trying to play bait? Remember, if I'm right, you'll need to look like someone they can take advantage of. Someone who doesn't just want a mod like an extra pair of shoes - someone who absolutely *needs* a mod to keep going."
Kalos: this ship is quite large, there is a fully hospital on board
Kalos: but that's more a legitmate space
Kalos: there's plenty of room in less trtaveled parts,
Kalos: especailly in non-guest areas
Kalos: for chop-shops
Amoni Steeltower: "This still  doesn't seem to work, I feel we're close but this can't be the reason."
Keith: "Well. *need* is a word that can be twisted in many ways."
Miri: "I'll admit this is just me *guessing*, but still...I think a business angle could explain the senator's son going missing."
Miri: "That, or it could just be our perps finally made a stupid, stupid mistake..."
Amoni Steeltower: "well, I suppose this is the best way we can start"
Amoni Steeltower: (I was also gona say, should we consider stopping?)
Keith: "As a side note, Miri, there is a lot of people on the victim list who are modified beyond medical need."
Miri: "True. I guess an addiction counts as a 'need.'" She rubs her chin, says this thoughtfully, as if she doesn't consider the possibility Keith might be legitimately addicted to modding.
Miri: "I guess I could see if I could play myself up as bait, too. If nothing else I know how to show off how 'modded' I am pretty easily..." She smiles mischievously.
Amoni Steeltower: "Uuuh"
Keith: "Aaaanyways, we probably should think of other fronts to approach this."
Cyril: "You could even make it look like an accident..."
Keith: "Like."
Keith: "Investigating?"
Cyril: "Wait, has Amoni seen your thing yet??"
Cyril: "Oh man"
Keith: "My- Oh, her, her thing."
Amoni Steeltower: "Whats this 'thing'"
Cyril: "It's pretty cool."
Miri: "What, y'mean this?"
Keith: "Miri, magic trick!"
Miri: Miri yanks her head off and holds it high.
Cyril: "That thing."
Amoni Steeltower: "Is i......"
Amoni Steeltower: "..............."
Amoni Steeltower: "...... I see"
Miri: "What? C'mon, is that the best you've got for a reaction? Hey, *think fast!*"
Cyril: "I tried to convince her to install spider legs in the neck for scuttling around, but..."
Adem Nineball: ".....Hey, you were right, its nowhere near as weird now that i already saw it..."
Amoni Steeltower: "GAH!"
Miri: She lobs her head at Amoni.
Kalos: roll to catch
Amoni Steeltower: !groll 10
DiscoDude: <@Amoni Steeltower> rolled 7 (degree 3; success)
Kalos: *Caught*
Kalos: !end