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>It is the year 70 of the Cosmic Era calendar.

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After Fifty five years of the Confession of George Glenn's ancestry as the first coordinator in Human History.[/i:lit]

<span class="mu-i">Seventeen years after his assassination by suspected Religious and Genetical-purist extremists spurned by the deadly S-Influenza's virus death-toll being few amongst the coordinator race.</span>

<span class="mu-i">Twenty-Six years after the foundation of the PLANT colonies, wherein most Coordinators reside after unforetold violence and hatred befell on them and their genetically-altered birth.</span>

And...

You are <span class="mu-s">Nicole Smith.</span> You are a <span class="mu-s">SHIFTer</span>, a person capable of using anomalous abilities to alter the world around you. <span class="mu-s">You are a Cleaner</span>, a deniable asset used by massive mega-corporations called the <span class="mu-s">Alphabet Companies</span> and anyone else willing to pay you.

And you're on the cusp of the most dangerous part of your career. Two major events you've been worried about are only a day away from happening: The <span class="mu-s">HEAD MEETING</span> (a massive corporate meeting between all twenty six of the Alphabet Companies) and the <span class="mu-s">BASE ASSAULT</span> (a self-assigned mission where you plan on raiding one of the Silver Agent's main bases to take them down).

Both of these will risk the life and limb of you and everyone you'll bring to them. Yet you know you have to face the music; You can't back away now. All you can do is prepare for the inevitable.

As for what happened last thread...

You tracked down a Syndicate of cultists who were kidnapping people and, with righteous fury, purged them from the backstreets of D-Corp. You then humored Clover and visited his old family estate. In the process you found odd lore about the creation of modern D-Company and even got your hands on illegal Singularity documents.

You met and tamed an anomaly made out of the melted remains of child test subjects that Clover's criminal father experimented on.

You then head down to R-Corp to track down AA Foxtrot. You ratted out a Silver Agent who was sneaking around in a Ranger Camp before tracking down AA to an abandoned pre-City weapons factory. There, you met a spook who wanted to work with you to deal with Shockely (one of the corporate agents working with the spooks) who went rogue.

You tracked him down, killed him, and recovered AA. You made your way over to L-Corp's district to track down Gabriel Foxtrot.
After a false start with a doppelganger, you incidentally tracked down Fang Foxtrot (who turned out to be Ashley Miller, one of your current allies) and dealt with one of the SHIFTers chasing you down.

You then found Gabriel Foxtrot down in an abandoned and wrecked candle shop. Well, an interdimensional space inside said candle shop, actually. You managed to drag him out of the shop after fighting through a horde of OCEP agents (a mysterious group you still know little about.)

Now? You're using your last bit of free time you'll have before the show starts to prepare for your best show yet.

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This will likely be the last Cleaner Quest thread. Don't worry, you'll get a satisfying enough ending. I just want to preface with that.

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In the midst of summer, you were freezing your ass off. Despite being strapped in Parsifal, your Spider-Type Combat Vehicle (STCV), the cold, frostbitten air of the Whitehorn alps still managed to make its way into the cockpit—the result of a faulty ventilation unit you hadn't had the time to report prior to the mission. It wasn't so bad, however. The ambient heat produced by the battery unit provided some much-needed warmth on this moonless night.

"Tannhäuser to all units," a raspy voice sounded from your transponder. "It's time to move."

You glanced at your watch: 0158. A ping drew your attention to the navigation module on the left monitor. An arrow now pointed from one sector to another. In quick succession, your other squadmates radioed in to acknowledge the order.

"Siegfried to Tannhäuser, ready to reposition."

"Lohengrin to Tannhäuser, let's get out of here."

The quiet hum of your combat vehicle, no louder than the howling of the wind, suddenly rose to a low growl as you engaged the piledrivers—special mechanical legs designed for omnidirectional movement in mountainous terrain. The cable from which you were dangling whirred as it was retracted.

"Parsifal to Tannhäuser, silk disengaged. Shall we?"

"Let's go."

The four of you moved in a line along the side of the mountain. Naturally, as one of the two assault units, you were at the front with Siegfried, while Lohengrin cruised with Tannhäuser at the rear. Though a week had passed without any action, everyone was on high-alert. You of all people knew how precarious the situation was. The fate of an entire nation was at stake.

~*~*~*~

0210. Your squad arrived within the expected time and each of you positioned yourselves accordingly on the mountain face. A dozen kilometres northward would land one squarely in the territory of the United Humanitarian Collective (UHC), or just the collective, as most people called it.

The sky was unblemished on this night, and the stars were glorious in their full view. Far off in the distance, the snowy peaks glimmered with an astral sheen just as they must have through the eons, long before men roamed this earth, before the upheaval of the world. You were sure it would have looked even more beautiful, if you could see it with your very own eyes rather than through a screen. Everyone kept watch in solemn silence.

~*~*~*~

0337. It was almost the end of your watch. As you yawned, an order suddenly came in.

"Tannhäuser to all units, suspicious activity reported at outpost K. Highlighting the location on your maps."

A red perimeter promptly appeared on your navigation module, which indicated it was thirteen kilometres north-west of your current position. At the same time, in the corner of one of your screens, you could have sworn the snows in that general direction were brighter than usual, effulgent even, as if the stars were guiding you there.

"Siegfried to Tannhäuser. It's a ways away. How are we getting there? By silk?"

The heist has officially begun! With your chef cover on (Not Johnnini), you infiltrated the home of the Ace of the Five Titans, and had to prove your culinary skills under the vigilant eye of Chef <span class="mu-s">Haytham Gerges</span>. With no room for failure, you went all out and baked <span class="mu-i">the Lonely Lady’s Heart Melter</span> to impress! After boasting about its magical properties, the other chef wanted to see it in play — with the leftovers in hand, you fed it to the *actual* Main Chef of the kitchen: <span class="mu-s">Ms. Kushi</span>.

Despite being a reasonable expectation, Ms. Kushi surprised you by confessing her physical attraction towards you! Very inappropriate for a first meeting, you’d say. But it’s only the two of you in this guest room…

...And the suspiciously locked closet (with chains AND paper seals!). What’s in there? You need to know! Maybe it’s the Scroll you came looking for!

Anyway, another woman has fallen for your questionable charms. Support is going wild with suggestions on how to proceed, the one thing they agree with is that you gotta act with delicacy!

“W-Was I too forthcoming? With the clarity your dessert spoke into my soul, I don’t believe I said anything outlandish…” Main Chef Kushi wants to hear you out.

“Actually, you haven’t given me room to say anything.” You say.

“I’m all ears, Esteemed Chef Noon. I will not say one more word unless it is necessary.” Kushi obediently stays put. Or she does the facade of compliance, she has other motives to be seen as friendly…

“Mr. Noon, movement is sparse in the house. You won’t be in danger if you proceed with caution.” Vortexia reads the situation through your and Crossbill’s active intel. Basically, you can take your time here if needed.

“Phil, whatever you do. DO NOT ENGAGE with her in any way. She’s nuts!” Vera is as useless as she is pretty.

“Please, be gentle if you turn her down…” Vortexia sounds like someone broke her heart before.

“Do what you must to investigate the room! Got a feelin’ a key is around.” Crossbill can’t help but think about the mysterious closet. Vortexia relayed your bestie’s message verbatim. She’s quite skillful at mimicking voices...

<span class="mu-s">What do you do?</span>

>“Esteemed Chef Kushi, you’re feverish and need to rest. I’ll forget this ever happened.” Give Kushi some medicine lying around, and disengage.
>“Inappropriate question or not, I find you cute. Where are you going with this?” Play along and assess Kushi’s loyalties.
>“There’s a van near this address, wait for me for a couple of hours there…” Let Support handle this one.
>Write In.

Nina stares at her reflection, the water perfectly recreating her image despite the immense amount of steam emanating from it. The unblinking wraith looking back at her should cause some form of distress; rage, anguish, anxiety, yet none of it comes to surface.

She undresses, unsealing her robe with a single spell and letting it fall down on the ceramic floor. Naked, vulnerable, pure. Nothing.

All the spite and self-loathing that guided her every action is now gone, not from any big singular event, but from the constant erosion that a continued existence inevitably brings with it. She puts her index finger on her cheek, and slowly runs it down her neck, then her chest, and finally her thigh. Smooth and soft, this should bother her, it always did. She raises her hand back to her face, she bites into her hand, but it's painless, her teeth going straight through as if she's made of soft candy.

She hears a portal open behind her. There is only one other person that should have access to those baths, but maybe she hoped he would come to interrupt her as he does.

"Bad time?" Kit asks, hopping closer to the water. "I need to finetune the water, but I can come in later. Work, work, work, ya know how it is."

She kicks him into the water, with the difference in size, it was like shoving a pebble out of the way. He yelps as the almost boiling hot water sears his skin, unfortunately, he quickly adapts to the sudden shift in temperature.

Nina lets out a quiet giggle. "If you're going to take a bath, at least have the decency to undress," she says, lowering herself into the water next to him. It's a lot deeper than it appears, as she can submerge herself fully despite being much taller than nearly anyone in the school. The heat hurts, but she doesn't mind.

Kit takes off his cloak and throws it to the side. "This water doesn't wet clothes, not all students are comfortable being naked next to each other, or being cooked alive, that last part is what I came here to fix. Didn't I tell you that? Maybe I didn't, oops!"

"You did, I just don't care if you show up or not." She splashes a little bit of hot water on him. "Since you're here, what are your thoughts on the students this year?"

"Pretty good bunch. Potential here and there, few unique cases like the human and that bird girl, but nothing too worrying. I think most of em will pass, but next year might be..."

"We might need to suspend classes for the next year," Nina states, her gaze wandering over a vision only she can see. "The risk of wars has increased exponentially, and the pressure we've received from other parties to add a duel exam to our curriculum is clear, they want soldiers. The question is, are we going to give them what they're asking for." She rests her back on the border of the bath, awaiting Kit's answer.

You wake up one day and find an egg sitting against a wall in your room. What do you do?

9176705786 is her phone number

go crazy, no limits. she cheated on me so she deserves this. she also moved on a day later after we broke up.

With the majority of the Seventh Universe united under the banner of the PTO, Emperor Cooler at its head, the universe has known a time of unrivaled peace. But in the shadows threats have been growing, nursing grudges against the PTO and the Saiyan race in particular. And now those threats are rising, stepping out of the shadows to openly challenge the established order. Seeking nothing short of the destruction of New Salda and the extinction of the entire Saiyan race, can you prevent this outcome? Or will the Saiyan race be reduced to nothing more than memories, their heroes nothing more than ink in the pages of the history books?

You the players will (most often) control Karn; wielder of the mighty Berserker Soul and hope of the entire PTO, not only the Saiyan race. From his lowly beginnings as a Saiyan Brawler with a sub-3000 powerlevel in Age 733, only a few years into his time as a member of the PTO, he has grown in power and skill, overcoming the world-ending threats that have come for the Saiyans to become the strongest Saiyan of his time at AGE 759. From the massive Covenant empire to demonic incursions, mad cultists to vengeful gods, none have been strong or clever enough to put down Karn for good. But will one man's power be enough to protect everyone from the rising threats? Or will death come from those who you least expect it from? Your choices may mean the difference between survival and extinction, so choose carefully.


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Quest rules are as follows(unless otherwise noted):
>30 minute vote times
>Pick ONLY ONE option when voting
>Dice rolls are all best of first three correctly-rolled dice
>One dice roll per person per post unless three players have not yet rolled, and ten minutes has passed since your previous roll
>Crits are 100 on a d100(a 99 or paired rolls may net you an extra bonus)
>Crit fails are a 1/100 with no passing rolls, or if two 1s are rolled regardless of the third
>Write-ins are both allowed and encouraged, but OOC options will be ignored
>If your goal is simply to troll, at least put in enough effort to make it funny
>Have fun

SCQ will usually start on Saturdays at noon Eastern Standard Time, and run throughout the weekend. Also, for updates or schedule changes you can find me on twitter @GrandDragonQM, which I keep as up to date with any scheduling changes as soon as possible.

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REVENGE OF THE BODY SNATCHERS