Rolled 60 (1d100)
>TO SAFEGUARD: "Aren't cops supposed to use guns? Why do you only have a hammer?" + "How many criminals have you arrested? I wanna know how good you are."
>TO SAFEGUARD: Are you versed in only police law and procedure, or do you dabble in other fields of law and procedure?The cop(?) immediately clutches her helmet, the metal screeching as she claws at it, and lets loose a reflexive shriek, before just as quickly returning to her previous posture.
SAFEGUARD TALKING (Maintenance OST - Secure Area)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1HFreXlJ2c4"HNghghGHNgh!!!! Hello MORDRED! Hi hi hi!" Patty waves wildly at the interface before twitching quietly to herself. "How're you doing?"
[You type in, "Fine."]
"Okay! Now, are you doing well physically? Mentally?? Have you thought about EATING BLOOD lately???"
"I'm sure the MORDRED doesn't need a welfare check, Patty," Jack gently says after a moment. "Just try to answer his questions as best as you can, okay?"
"Um. OK. It's because I like hammers. My hammer is my friend, she helps me relax. :)" She holds the head up to her cheek, cradling it with as much maternity that a 10 foot tall death machine can muster. Patty's entire body starts jittering with excitement. "But! You just said! You wanna, you wanna see my gun right?"
XOM: [suddenly approaching from behind Jack, curiously]
She has a gun?
"She has a gun," Jack confirms. "Please don't bring that out, Patty."
He looks at XOM, then at the distant letters, then at XOM again. "And how did you get here so-"
"I have a gun!" Patty repeats.
[With a grin, you type in, "Can I see it?"]
[AUTHORITY] "'All officers are required to carry her standard issue service pistol during regular patrols.'"
At that, Patty sticks a finger into her throat and starts audibly gagging.
>XOM double takes.[You're really glad you told the staff not to come into the room today.]
"Damn it MORDRED, don't encourage her!" Jack's screen shows a well-worn expression of pain and vexation. There's no surprise at all to the events unfolding before him. "Fuck, I told her to get a holster or at least wear some pants but no, this is just how things are-"
[HEMATIC CORE] With a spew of bright red arterial blood, Patty retrieves a glistening pistol straight from her core and starts brandishing it recklessly. "Ta-da!"
XOM: [in mortal terror]
Hit the fucking deck! FEMALE COP WITH A GUN!
Jack immediately grabs XOM and goes to ground, dragging the old guy behind the couch. "Watch where you're pointing that, lady!"
"Ah, ah, sorry! But, see, the safety is on-"
>FORTUNA rolls->XOM lets out a muffled snicker.>XOM rolls a CHAOS DIE. 