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Post by ramenigma on Dec 28, 2016 6:23:33 GMT
At the sound of the announcement, you made your way to the lounge. Some of you... Less enthusiastically than others, admittedly. But you arrived all the same.
Upon entry, you found yourself in front of a flickering tv. Erratic static buzzing like a swarm of angry bees. Fortunately, it wasn't long before the screen stopped it's attempt at a light show and fell into a singular image. A hazy, lightly warping facsimile of a face.
"Welcome, Volunteers!"
A cheery voice rings out from the speakers. A disjointed, fake voice produced by a machine emulating speech in a way not unlike, but superior to, Microsoft-Sam. " I am WiseGUI; A Hyper-Intelligent AI produced for the sole purpose of being your host, guide, assistant, friend, judge and all around helper during the course of this experiment."
A crackling burst of static. WiseGUI doesn't waste a second before launching onto the next topic, however. He... Well, it... seems to have no qualms jetting across words, firing phrases out like bullets from a tommy gun. "Wonderful! So, hey. How's everyone tonight? Lookin' lovely, ladies. Lookin' sharp, gentlemen. And all that jazz. Yeah? Great! Everyone settle in fine? Check out the new digs?
Well? Someone play us a tune, because as much as I love my own voice, it's getting lonely up here on stage. Nyuk nyuk nyuk."
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Post by bbladerxring on Dec 29, 2016 21:54:05 GMT
Arch REALLY did not want to be kept with this group any longer. He was stressed, angry, and VERY tired. The discomfort, both physical and mental, had built so much within him, he was starting to wonder if all of this was WORTH the ten million.
Stupid question. Of course it was.
But at this point, he needed things on his terms. Arch screamed at the talking TV set and kicked it with all his might, hoping he could make the damn thing explode or something.
"FUCKING SHITLORD! QUIT MAKING ME JUMP THROUGH HOOPS AND TELL ME HOW TO GET MY GODDAMN MONEY! AND GET ME A ROOM, TOO!" He screamed and cursed, as if it would change anything at this point.
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Post by gemellidreamer on Dec 30, 2016 1:02:03 GMT
"We should be getting our own rooms later on once they are prepared. You should calm down a bit, concentrate your rage onto a target when it becomes important to muster as much anger as you can. ... Well, that style may or may not work for you, I guess..." Lise yawned immediately after she finished speaking. If you wanted to be generous, you could say that she was being incredibly calm about all of this so that she could absorb as much information as possible. If you wanted to be harsher, you could say that she wasn't taking things seriously enough at all and was probably missing out on relevant information. ... Of course, she would be far more proactive when it was time to actually do her job. That was the way she lived as a mercenary, after all.
She was well-aware of the fact that she would be on teams with a few of the others here. ... It wasn't like she was the type to socialize unless she absolutely had to, but perhaps it would be better if she did her best to get as acquainted with the others as she could. It was kind of annoying, but she could justify it to herself by saying that it was for her mission. That would come later, so maybe this wasn't the right time to think about it.
"So, is playing a song for you part of our mission? I'm woefully lacking in musical talents, but I could learn if that's what's required for this job. It's not like having more talents could harm me..." Lise said this in a very neutral tone of voice, which made it difficult to tell if she was kidding or not.
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Post by DreadLasagnaArchduke on Dec 30, 2016 1:19:47 GMT
"Well, howdy-do. Nice bit of machinery they got there. Good to meetcha, buddy." Tombstone replied, extending his hand for a handshake.
"Whoops, sorry about that one. Don't mean to offend, on account of you not having hands." he chuckled, putting his hand down. "Now then, you're in luck, fella. Aside from cutting up bodies, playing tunes is one of my specialties. If ya don't got one in mind, I'd be glad to improvise." Without hesitation, he took the banjo off his back and made sure it was tuned, strumming idly a few times. "Ahem-hem."
"There once was a man name of Bradley, whose life ended up quite badly. Got stuck in a cave, he couldn't be saved, he ended up rambling quite madly." he sang as he plucked away, ignoring Arch. "Feel free to jump in at any time, folks. I don't mean to be doing all the music making round these parts."
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Post by Maigo on Dec 31, 2016 8:04:29 GMT
"So...an AI...this is very interesting. I could learn a thing or too from this..."
Frankly, Shiori was content to keep to herself - the number of rather...eccentric people just made her more self-conscious about her being here. But eventually, she has to speak up at some point.
And then the strum of the banjo, she turned to see a man with said instrument, and with some...strange lyrics.
"That's...a lot darker than some songs would start."
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Post by DreadLasagnaArchduke on Jan 1, 2017 6:22:48 GMT
"I've seen some messed-up shit on that slab of mine, missy. Why, one time I saw a guy with his whole hand... Actually, think I'll save that one for a little later. One of my good stories, ya dig?" he chuckled somewhat menacingly. "Anyways, it's the kind of stuff I gotta deal with on the daily, so it's the kind of stuff I tend to sing about."
"Hell, if I'd been a garbage collector, I'd probably be singing about garbage right about now."
He paused, glancing around the room as if searching for something, then returned to his banjo.
"There once was a man named Ash, who owed the mob some cash. He couldn't pay, and the very next day, they found him right there in the trash." he sang, strumming a cheerful tune.
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Post by Try Biển Noodles on Jan 2, 2017 1:36:32 GMT
"Oh you've got to be fucking with me." Lucius brought his hand up to his forehead and sighed. "No one mentioned that there would be an aggravating AI." Working in the movie industry as long as he has, the makeup artist had seen his far share of moronic mascots. He never knew what was so popular about them, but their overly cheery dialogue never ceased to grate at his ears.
Lucius decided to keep the book as he himself was not to familiar with solving mysteries and he wanted to be cautious just in case he ended up on a team with hopeless dimwits. Book in hand he looked around for a a camera that the Doctor could be watching them from. He then took a deep breath of cigarette smoke and shouted loud enough for anyone in nearby rooms to listen.
"Alright Dr. Schrader! I'm sure your having your fun with this AI of yours, but do you think, I'unno, perhaps you could set it to a different less repulsive personality? I'm sure we can all agree a more professional AI could help us get the job done better anyways.
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Post by blackrudone on Jan 4, 2017 20:53:19 GMT
Chris glanced at the TV. He wa snot too surprised that a high-budget facility had something like... this. Although he didn't really understand what 'this' was yet.
"Cute." he commented. Compared to the more vocal individuals of this group, he really did not mind this one. Was really anything expected of him right now? It seemed like waiting to see was the most proper course of action available. Or rather, the most efficient. And easiest.
"Keep singing. There's got to be something else you're here to tell us."
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Post by ramenigma on Jun 6, 2017 9:16:05 GMT
" The hell are you talking about, Lucy! I'm incredibly professional. I'm a pro-professional! Schrader gets it. That's why he left me in charge.Anyway, judging by Arch over here... And the fact that some of you took my metaphor as an actual request, I guess I need to give you all a remedial lesson in how this is all going to go down."WiseGUI let out a sigh from his digital diaphragm and "shook" his head."All of you have been assigned with planning the assassination of the Creme dela Criminal Jack Dawes, how you want to go about it we don't care as long as it meets a few basic requirements.1. It will need to be undertaken on a specific day, at the Crow Estate. So doing it elsewhere is out of the question.2. We can't have them figuring out the plan before it unfolds3. Nor can we have them capturing you afterwards, especially if the media gets wind of this whole operation.4. That is to say... This needs to be an unsolvable murder!So, to that effect, you've all been brought to this replica where you will all work to come up with the best possible plot for advanced assassination. My job, then, is to crunch the numbers and simulate just how your ideas would turn out...Then we begin the "peer-review process."How better to test the clarity of your plans then by having the rest of the participants try and piece it together from the evidence left behind. It's kinda like... One of those old mystery novel things!Oh, and do actually try... After all...Only those who produce meaningful results, ie a perfect plan, will be receiving diddly squat. The rest will... Well, we'll see."WiseGUI chuckles far more ominously than a voice synthesiser should be able to."Now then, since we'd hate to sit through a million and one murder mysteries, I've used my enhanced abilities to sort you all through a rigorous algorithm and... well... I've produced three group who will each work as separate individual units! Two heads are better than one and all, right? So, make sure to work in synergy with your team, because... well... their victory is your victory and all. But also because you don't want to be deadweight, do ya?"As WiseGUI finishes his spiel, a chart pops up on the screen.
Team 1: Shiori Mizoguchi Chris Key Lucius Dunup Erieanna Laigin
Team 2: Lise Zann Tombstone O'Malley
"Arch"
Team 3: Penelope Chang Dr. Robert Owen TobiasKatsurou Shirasagi "This is the order of the groups that will be cooking up some spicy meatballs, nyuk nyuk nyuk~! Really soak it all in, okay? Now then... Any questions, folks?"
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Post by gemellidreamer on Jun 6, 2017 23:53:42 GMT
"So that's the kind of job you've cooked up for us, huh..."
Lise crossed her arms, with her eyes closed as though she were lost in thought. It sounded like a clear enough job. Her contractor this time around was particularly shady, but the reward more than made up for it. ... Of course, she had to actually earn that reward. They had an opportunity to ask questions... Best to get the relevant information, then.
"If I've got this right, only one group will be getting the cash. ... You've got to know that the groups that fail won't take too kindly to that. So what's the plan to stop some sore loser from running off with my paycheck?"
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Post by bbladerxring on Jun 14, 2017 22:27:59 GMT
Arch spat on the nearest wall he could find. The results were... meh. He didn't care for anyone in this group, but he was kept away from the person that annoyed him the most. He could probably take the cyclops in a straight-up fight, and he could always smash the drifter's guitar over his head if his songs annoyed him too much.
"I'm holding you to those words, computer." He scoffed. "I intend to produce the most results of all- execution. Now when the hell do we eat? I'm hungry now, and I don't want to do any of this thinking stuff on an empty stomach."
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