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The three of you stand in front of the containment cell. Task 1: Experiment on Fortune with the provided PARADIGM. Task 2: Collect, record, and catalogue the paper. Report all contents. You look at your two coworkers.
"Alright! Let's do this, guys!" You clap your hands. "Woo!" The two don't return your cheer. Oh well, at least someone has to be happy!
Uriel opens the containment cell door and away you go! You keep a pep in your step while you follow alongside him!
Oh. Oh wow, that IS a lot of paper. And more is still pouring out of the fortune teller.
NEUROTEMPLATE E:\MachineEmpathy.trait.activate: Set to 1
Okay, okay, it's not a bad thing. There's no thick tar coating the fortunes or the sound of machinery in agonizing pain. It's more like...he was backed up. As if this was meant to come out before. Hm!
"Uriel, prepare the ritual. Presley, help me categorize these."
"Understood." "Fine."
You start picking through the papers and reading through their contents, a bag hanging off your left arm that's ready for fortunes to be put into. You read through them, saving them to memory to write down later.
"Employee T: West Wall of First Floor, face first. Bloodloss will be major, REFINEMENT's fault. ETA: When 4-DM-1 N wakes up."
"Every 25 minutes, a Department Head must sneeze. If they do not sneeze, punch Employee J in the stomach until he vomits."
"* P-District will be locked down for 24 hours. Anomaly of X5 Category directed. Sacrifice an android to save the ETFs. Disoeby, and let the blood of many strangers flow."
"* Star of the Century will breach on Shift 9, Hour 6. Chance of multiple employee deaths: 54%. Destroy the left eyes of two employees to stop it."
"Lucky Numbers for Employee Y: 1, 5, 7, 9. A director must not show any emotion to keep an operation running smoothly. Emotion <span class="mu-r">kills.</span>"
"Lucky Letters for Employee X: Y. Listen to any command Y gives. Your life is in his hands."
W-what? What are these weird marks on some of these?
"Uh, Em?" You perk your head up. Presley is holding another sheet of paper. "This says something about an Invader coming. A lot of these are really fucked up..."
You head over to check the piece of paper:
"Chance of funny visitors: 100! Amount of laughs and loves given: 888888! Listen to any and all Cluwne commands for 2 hours to reject vistors!"
S- Darnit! "U-uh, Uriel? Do you have that ritual ready?"
A ritual circle with a pile of tar-soaked fortune papers rests on the floor. "Yes. I can try to hamper and weaken all of them, or focus on two or three particular ones."
What do you do, Emily?
>Spread out the ritual. This should hopefully turn all of them into something far more manageable.
>Focus on some specific ones. Make sure they never happen. (Select two or three. If you put two, you know you don't have to follow them. Three, one might remain but much more lenient.)
>[MACHINE EMPATHY] Try to reason with Fortune! (You're not sure how well this can go. Write in)
>Write in
