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Sitting in the crowd is a mildly amused, dark skinned woman with teeth spilling out of her mouth. She's wearing an elegant and disgustingly high quality red dress.
"So. They have entertainment here. Excellent, excellent." Shit, you hardly had time to prepare for her arrival. Hopefully the show keeps her distracted for a few hours.
As for H-Company's sponsorship? You see four or five black bags stuffed into your newly constructed armory, which you note is a room made of reinforced steel with lockers and lockboxes lining the walls. Seems like the only way in is through a door that requires Security level access to open.
You swear you hear something coming from them. Maybe it was your imagination. There's also your Weapon Bundle boxes, Grandmaster VHS tape, and the Cryostatis pod in there as well.
You suspect the rest are in the other storage rooms.
As for your anomalies?
A Hope For a Brighter Future is all sorts of tensed up. Less so from feeling like he hasn't done his duty but as if he knows something is going to happen. Weird.
Fortune for a Price sits there. Ominously. You swear if that thing had eyes, it would be staring daggers at you. A familiar cat sits on top of the machine. (How the hell did it get in there? The airlocks aren't broken, right?)
Chattering...is already turned on? It's currently just on TV static but you don't recall it ever being on without someone fiddling with it.
The Art of Flesh is sitting in the corner, covering itself with its arms, like it's trying to hide away from something. Damn thing is shaking like a leaf.
Sirocco is currently sleeping, given the lack of any real movement or activity from it.
Star is staring up at the ceiling. It takes a moment for you to realize what she's staring at but the angle looks like she's staring at the show going on. A weird smirk crosses her starry face. "Interesting. Very, very interesting. Let's see what they got.
Shot is pulsating as usual, with the cell filled with meat, though a little less than last shift. The tendrils are sniffing and prodding at the containment airlock.
And finally, Velvet is pacing around the containment cell, back to a full blaze like you last got her. What remains of her teeth are chattering like crazy. In the middle of the cell is a molotov, shockingly unlit.
"I told him to leave, I told him to leave, I TOLD HIM TO LEAVE I TOLD HIM TO LEAVE!" The woman mutters nonsensically to no one. Your camera goes on the fritz for a moment when it stares at the molotov and you swear you almost saw <span class="mu-r">something</span> standing next to it.
Overall, you would say it's an average looking day so far. The last thing to note is an upcoming update to your QUOTA. Seems like this is for Scrape the Fat.
>We need more Stardust. It's simply quite a useful resource, you know. Get us some, Z. (Optional Quota of 3 Vials of Stardust has been added.)
>Pastebin will be updated shortly to include what you got in the catalogs. Also, [REDACTED] has recharged.
