My Name...you Can Call Me Eluy!

(@appri-dot) Strawberry is scandalized, they pout overdramatically, but can't help but grin at your trick. "That's cheating! You can't jus-"

The critter was cut off rather rudely by the entire hallway shaking, accompanied by a loud rumbling sound that caused them to quite nearly fall over, clutching your arm for support.

"T-that doesn't sound good-"

Appri-Caught (RP thread)

I HAVE COME BACK FROM THE DEPTHS TO GIVE YOU YOUR WIN! YOU HAVE WON THE RAYGUN MK II, WITH IT'S AMAZING 3 SHOT ROUND COMPRISED OF PLASMA, YOU'LL NEVER WANT A NEW WEAPON! 100 YEAR GARUNTEE! SATISFACTION GARUNTEED OR YOUR MONEY BACK! Message and data rates may apply, please see our website for any further questions.

She jumps three feet again, this time hitting her head on the shelf behind her and yelping in pain. Then she turns to glare at you from the door, her ears pinned back. “GOOD LORD CAN’T YOU PEOPLE KNOCK-” Trick takes a moment to look at the raygun, both intrigued and annoyed by the fact she has absolutely no idea how that thing works. “If you can’t tell I have another guest at the moment... Hah... alright, sorry, fine. Thank you for the weapon, it actually sounds somewhat useful- Wait what do you mean data rates? I don’t even know where your website is!”

<Critical Error: Command console disconnected>

<Tampering Detected, engaging reboot...>

[Thank you all for appearing in this time of need, we'll be back as soon as we are able! Apologies for the holdup, messing with our own source code is hard and also dangerous. More updates to come.]

<Channel Closed>

I see, hopefully we'll all be able to help provide you more assistance soon

Good to know! Speaking of assistance, we may have a situation on our hands that requires your input.

[Query: Do we have hands?]

[Answer: Negative]

<Approximate emotion: Sadness>

Because of the Unus Annon stuff going on, you are now Amy. Hope is Ethan, Ritual is Mark. Fox is Sean. You're also amazing.

Trick nods and just laughs. “So I can send Ritual and Hope into a panic attack whenever they were supposed to clean stuff up but didn’t? You’re giving me too much power! Oh, and thank you! I’d hug you but… actually y’know what, why not.” And she hugs the featureless anon sent in your place instead, without a name, that’s the best the anon can do.

As you immidiately book it, it takes a few seconds before you run directly into something and fall over.

I mean, at least you can see what's around you right now. It's some weird sorta metallic looking hallway with lights on the ceiling... Oh! And some blue looking figure that's currently sprawled out on the ground where you just ran full force into them and knocked them over.

"Ow..." The figure murmurs into the metal floor, still dizzy.

Appri-Caught (RP thread)

What's going on-? Mmhh...

<Candidate Uplink Received>

Name: Atum

Shade: Yellow

[Query: Are apples yellow?]

Entity Class: Anon Subspecies

<As an anon, processing you should be fairly simple, candidate confirmed>

<Welcome, User: Atum >

Answer: We have attempted over one thousand recovery attempts with no success, it has become clear these attempts will bring us nowhere, therefore we have attempted to pend a request for assistance, and here you are!

(@appri-dot ) Oh, unfortunately it looks like they've already gone elsewhere, but you do get your hand back!

Though it's possible you'd meet up with Raspberry again at some point, since they did look like they were somehow involved in you… showing up here.

Though you can't see where they've gone immidiately, you'd likely be able to follow their path if you wanted, or you could go back and investigate that weird rumbling sound, the choice is yours!

Appri-Caught (RP thread)

Oh, thank you! *I take the the creamy coffee with the glitter and take a sip of it*

Trick simply nods and gives a smile in response, then turns back to her deal.

Just in case(and curiousity) see project S

<Ngh... these files are incredibly corrupted, and they definitely weren't written by Trick, I'll fish one that's actually readable out for you>

Description: A blacksite designated to the assignment and maintenance of the "Sleepwalker" taskforce.

Or at least it would've been if we still had any [expletive deleted] subjects. I guess you could just call us a bloody collection service since all we've been doing is chasing our assets since they broke out.

God, what a mess.

-Posted by "Dr. Roberts"

<He doesn't sound very happy. For some reason this makes us feel [happy]>