Back to the Future... is now

[justpure]

Who: future is now + any visitors
Where: future is now dorm
When: Day 130, post game

[So... Space happened. Now what?]

Comments

[purrrnicious]

What?

...Favours like what?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

You're sharp, Force Commander.

What kind of favors could the audience want?

[purrrnicious]

...Uh.

[Thinking of all the porn fanmail...]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Her expression says everything really]

Doesn't require a mosaic. Usually. But you're on the right track.

[purrrnicious]

[Gawd, runs her hands down her face. ]

Okay, uh— okay.

You obviously know who cut the deal, so are you gonna tell me who it is?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Now, now. What kind of information broker would I be if I spilled everyone's secrets?

I can tell you that the deal was cut with the ShopKeeper - the demon who runs the points shop. If you need to know how he was summoned, I can try and dig up that information for you.

[purrrnicious]

...I guess that’ll have to do.

[Sighs. Kind of sucks to have busted unit mates. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I'll be in touch with my contact then.

In the meantime, that's just more incentive for your unit to play to escape injury. Surely you don't worry about that after how cooperative your unit was in the last game.

[purrrnicious]

You mean, the one where they got injured and this whole problem happened in the first place? That game we were "cooperative" in?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Yes.

As I saw it, everyone evenly distributed the resources and then let RNG decided who lived and who died. A cold but effective way to leave blame on no one in particular.

And also probably due to the fact that all the deals were transparent between the two parties. It wasn't like other games where who targeted whom was kept a secret.

[purrrnicious]

[Leans back against the wall, crossing her arms. ]

Sounds like you approve?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Approve of what exactly?

[purrrnicious]

The way the game was played, obviously.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

...

Not particularly. But I don't see how not to play that way considering the transparency of it.

Of the three units we made trades with, the one I wanted to survive the most is the one we ended up accidentally handing the broken solution to.

I prefer more agency than that.

[purrrnicious]

[Scoffs lightly, curling her tail around herself. ]

If they give us a chance to fight back, we win.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

You think I begrudge you for that? Or rather, would you care if I did?

...

What did you come here for today, Force Commander? Is there something you wanted in particular?

[purrrnicious]

No, no, and maybe I wanted a break.

[Tips her head to the side, letting her tail curl idly as she continues with a tone that's deliberately casual:]


Why, that a problem?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Not at all.

But I have no alcohol to offer you. So perhaps you'd be interested in a different soft of vice.

[purrrnicious]

[. . .Intriguing.]



Like what?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

You said you can drive a tank, right?

Which means you probably know your way around most modern weaponry.

[purrrnicious]

[Perks right up, tail swishing, it’s the reaction you’d get out of a cat if you shook the treat bag. And then see icon, pretty much!]

—You’ve got something? Seriously? What is it? Does it blow stuff up?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Laughs at this reaction. Thoroughly pleased by it]

I can make something. Something that might help you sleep better at night than an AlcheME! potion anyway. And it seems you've gone and given away what kind of something that should be.

[purrrnicious]

[Cats don't wag their tails but if they did...]

Seriously? Is it a canon? An infantry bot? Oooohhh, or maybe a modified M202A-Stinger with a laser sight guidance system...

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I don't have the last one where I'm from. You're going to have to explain it to me.

[purrrnicious]

. . .

It shoots rockets. Designed for a single soldier to carry.