Editing inventories is starting to become a nightmare now that people are starting to get a good stock of stuff, so I'm thinking of moving inventories to individual pastebins. Yes/no?
On the plus, it would make listing traits of items quite simple along with the editing of inventories. Profiles look tidier too.
Con side though, harder to get at from the updates than currently, and if pastebin goes down the inventories get funked in a very disco kind of way.
Anyway, do remind me if I forget to update inventories. Happens at times, I try to keep them current though. And to log updates in the directory.
Freddie and Frogdo graciously accept the offer for shelter and the two head on into the store. The store doesn't look much different inside than it does outside, the racks of hats, clothes, suits, pants, and more hats didn't hide much it seemed.
Once the two are inside, Boss motions for Lunk and Chin to push the shelf completely in front of the door. Chin shuts the door securely and locks it while Lunk grunted and heaved until the shelf was in front of the door, blocking sight. Lunk even fixed the gap in the shelving that offered Frogdo his peak into the store.
During the meantime, Freddie thinks on security systems for stores. By and large, they vary. Some stores have nothing more than an alarm that autotransponts local enforcers, some have turrets that drop from the ceiling to deal with the matters themselves. Of course, the latter is usually reserved for banks, gunshops, or really anything that would need to deal with things quickly and effectively.
The typical load out on the average store is autolocking doors, transponding local enforcers, and possible override of the lighting systems however. Possibly a robotic 'bouncer' of sorts, but those are usually in the ritzier store, and such models are only used to delay, capture, or tie up aggressors. There's always the tried-and-true 'shotgun below the counter' tactic as well.
Drawn back to the world from his thoughts, Freddie has a pertinent question now that they're inside.
"We are gonna keep watch, right? Maybe what's behind that locked door is a former employee, if you know what I mean, in which case it should probably not have that much trouble getting out if it really wants to."
"'Course we're gonna keep watch, no worries 'bout that. We didn't survive for months by being nitwits ya'know."
Chin chimed in "Rule number four. A very important rule, saved us a bit more than a few times."
Lunk nodded in agreement. He watched Freddie and Frogdo cautiously, but did little else.
"Anyhow--the door. Now, I'm loath to go 'gainst my own rules, but Trilby raised a good point. I'd prefer to not be hit in the night by a something, even if that something is nothing but an annoying holo. Lunk, Chin, block the door with somethin', will yah? Don't like bedding down with a something in the building, but its too late be regretting."
"Also, you guys know anything about hydroponics? Kinda hoping to look into all that tomorrow."
"Bit, yeah. Place where the ship grows most of its food, clear by engineering on the far side of the ship. Can't say we've heard much about it though, although you aren't the first to attempt that trip. Ain't heard of anyone coming back from it though." Boss measured the length of one of the suits he's picked out of the pile, a red pinstriped suit from the looks of it.
"Read into that what you will though, I'm not too surprised; we don't leave the commerce block much 'cause the trips aren't often worth it."
There was a cackle from one of the walls and a head popped out of it with a fizzle, Briefcase's head. "Users, I don't mean to rush you but--Sir, please put that suit down if you don't plan on paying for it! I've warned you once before, you have to pay for the items here!"
"Shut it ghostie, I ain't paying for crap."
"I'll--Sir, stealing is against the law! If you take that suit out of this store I shall bring down an enforcer squad on your head!"
"If you do that, I'll personally give you my entire life's savings and my eternal thanks. Until then, buzz off and pester someone else you poor excuse for adware." Boss dismissively waved the holo off, who in response just starts getting pissed. Visibly, his head is actually shading red and a slight flicker of fire sprung around his eyes.
Waste not, want not, Randall nabs all the useful food and picks up a meat cleaver that was hanging from a hook. Wilmer took a visible step away from him.
"I-It should be time to get into the shelter. I will call the other t-two to see why the heck are they not here yet."
"Considering its fucking night, yeah it really is. Get those two to hurry the hell up, because I really, really don't want to be outside during night. We used to have a fifth guy. He went out one night and now we don't."
Goaded on, Randall tapped the comms and tried to get them to hurry it the up.
"Hang on both of you I'm almost done, couple minutes tops."
"We found some sort of gun making machine, we'll be out in a minute."
"W-We just can't wait any longer. It's already n-night. Those things come out at night. The more time you s-stay there, the more p-probabilities of one of those things coming after you. That m-machine will be there tomorrow."
Seeing that it was night and growing more uncomfortable with that fact as seconds ticked by, Samuel had to say something.
"Harvey you done yet? Because we should head back."
Seems he wasn't the only one to think the same, as Randall commed them moments later.
"Harvey and S-Samuel, this is Randall. What the f-fuck are you doing? We are riskying being attacked if you don't come."
"Hang on both of you I'm almost done, couple minutes tops."
Harvey flipped through the catalog for a replacement for his rifle that the machine ate. Damn machines, why can't they work right?
"Harvey, let's go, we can come back here tomorrow."
"I'm almost done hang on, if we run into more of them things I don't wanna have to try and knife fight it a second time. Your in no fit state to help me and I don't fancy taking it on up close alone."
All of the rifles are outside of the available materials present though, the machine didn't really effectively recycle the gun. Granted, it isn't really suppose to recycle anything but proper materials in the first place. With a bit of tweaking, Harvey managed to set the catalog to list every available gun that uses rifle rounds, and it didn't change results much. Except... Hm. There's an entry at the very bottom that's greyed out.
Looking at it, it seems to be some bastardization between a large handgun and a rifle, looking sort of like rifle that had its barrel dangerously shortened, pistol gripped, firing mechanism upsized, and stock still oddly present despite its shortened length. Its marked as experimental with a small text file attached to it with the title 'Peace Offering.' Well, it fits rifle rounds, looks like the scope should fit it, and there's enough materials to make it, but there's the little 'dangerous' disclaimer below the experimental notification.
[The fabrication will be a mini-turn if you choose to do it.]
Marion continued her conversation.
"The subways didn't look safe but maybe the others have had more luck. Now I've assessed the risk I think vehicular travel will be safe. Take me up to the Sergeant: I want to hear what he knows about this."
"You're in luck then, that's where we're heading. More down than up." The enforcer takes a drag off the deathstick as she boards the lift.
"Just a trip down and we'll be there soon. Cold beds, severely rationed food, and no dead guys who try to kill you. Everything a girl can want, eh?"
"It's not that bad, you said yourself, at least we aren't out there."
"Doesn't mean it isn't shitty conditions. Remember when we had nice self-warming beds, hot food--however much we want--and people didn't act like a riot could break out any second? I miss those days."
"You can still remember them though, things will get better, just watch."
She doesn't respond, falling into a silence as the lift hums to life and descends, shuttling the three to the bunker below.
A familiar omnipresent hum fills the airs, seeming to come from everything. The lift ride was long and boring, the two guards only offering small talk and long stretches of silence as the hum killed any will to talk from the two, declaring itself the only sound. The lift finally hit the bottom and the three made there way to the three way intersection, where Marion had split off from the groups.
A guard was stationed there and nodded at the three, escorting a hurried man in clutching what looks like an overstuffed first aid kit towards the lift to the mercantile sector. The third passage way still loomed darkly, the lift sitting broken. The trek through the long metal hallways seemed quicker than the first time, and along the way Marion didn't really see many other civilians in the bunkers beyond the occasional wanderer or loner.
Soon she was back in the briefing room, the door closing behind her and her escort waiting outside for Marion to finish her brief. Two helmeted enforcers watched from the corners of the room, at ease but weapons within close reach. The Sergeant looked up from some papers on his desk at Marion, his mechanical eyes showing little emotion behind their circuitry and blue light. He set a pen down and folded his hands together, watching her for a moment, expectant, before finally speaking.
"Mrs. Dupont."
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