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[inaluct]

Changed it.

[Org]

I change my turn. No need to be hasty and go to jail, although, someone could break me out. Unless I was getting executed. :I

Try finding a job that could use my skills.

[Strife26]

What skills do you have?

And you're right Org, you would have had a .077% chance of getting away.

[NUKE9.13]

Go upstairs and do my job, I guess.
Daaamn
Zefies that can't write shouldn't write. Writing is a noble pursuit. You either can or you can't, and if you can't, you have someone better do it for you.
Now I have to go and try to translate some illiterate idiots scrawlings, which he himself has translated from a genius's mad scrawlings!
Well, it pays the bills. Or it would if I hadn't threatened to stab my landlord with a paintbrush (mightier than the sword, he thinks) last time he offered me one of those illegilible messes. I know my own rent better than he does, and I always pay. What's he moaning about?

Incidentally you should totally ask vanigo for mountain goat cavalry.

[Org]

What skills do you have?

And you're right Org, you would have had a .077% chance of getting away.

I don't know.

[Strife26]

Inaluct

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Zefie Researcher I: You’re hired. Welcome to the Zefie R&D Department.
Cemir: Thanks.
Zefie Researcher I: Am I to assume that you lack a place to stay?
Cemir: That’s right.
I: We have quarters on our campus. Follow me.
   I rummaged through his desk, finally pulling out a small triangle fold
      GONE FOR AN UNSPECIFIED PERIOD OF TIME DEAL WITH YOUR OWN PROBLEMS! IF YOU’RE TRYING TO STEAL THE CAKE, GO AWAY! THAT MEANS YOU!
I: This is the ground level. We have our records here along with offices for some of our more important zefies. And you, possibly, at some point.
The staircase is at the rear of the building. We’ll shuffle down a level. This is the mess hall. We have cake at irregular intervals, usually whenever someone discovers something noteworthy. Meals are served three times per day. Usually at reasonable intervals, but the foods been getting in late sense we accidentally blew up the delivery cart. Twice.
The second and third levels are the main laboratory levels. Our researchers are split between looking a horse riding and examining colony stuff right now. The horse trainers are mostly out of city, so we get the chance to spread out right now.
Cemir: Why is there a hole in the wall here?
I: Someone suggested that using catapults to transport messages might help us control colonies. Someone from the Construction Guild’ll be around to fix it at some point in time.
This next level here is where we keep rooms for those of our members who don’t have their own places. Isolde just got a place of her own, so you can have room 23. As we see, there isn’t a lot of stuff right now. Just a wardrobe, chair, and a surprisingly comfy bed. Wait. Thinking about it, we’ll have to get you a bed that you can actually fit in, won’t we? I’ll make a note of it.
I’m also supposed to caution about fraternizing overmuch, but I take it that that won’t be a problem, right?
Cemir: . . .
I: Snicker. If we trudge up to the roof, it’s mostly open. There are occasionally additional tests going on here. Try not to hurt the surrounding buildings, they’re starting to charge our budget for repairs. We have a platoon from the 3rd on defense here, so four guards are usually around. They’re all nice guys. Although they get a little nervous around explosives. Imagine that.
If we go across the bridge here, we arrive at the library. The bottom half is devoted to civilian works of literature, we have some additional lab space on top. Smoking is not allowed.
I: This concludes the tour. Welcome to the Department. We’ll have an assignment for you tomorrow probably. For now feel free to chill in your room or if you want to be an overachiever, write up your fancy plans.

Nuke

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Buer made his way to the chief engineer’s office (as announced by block letters on the door). Inside was one zefie with a blue sash franticly pooring through stacks of paper.
Zefie Engineer: Hiya. I’m Azan. I take it that you’re here to write down a clean copy of the connecting drawbridge plans? Great. We have a slight problem though. It seems that someone attempted to clean Tikhon’s files and the system got all messed up. It wasn’t much of a system in the first place, but Tikhon knew where stuff is. Not that his carefully memorized directions will do much good for us now. It should be a strung together file, about twenty sheets thick or so.
Buer: Well, I guess that we’d better find it.
Azan: I suppose so.
After a few minutes of searching Azan manages to find the proper plans. Buer cleaned off the desk and the two got to work.
Azan: I’ve always had a talent for figuring out Tikhon’s rough plans. But I’m not infailable. Let’s try to disipher it.
The plans were a jumble of scribbles, architextual drawings, notes, crossed out pictures, and measurements. After about an hour of work, the pair manage to get them worked out and copied down. Buer THINKS that they’re accurate enough.
Buer: Whew. That was a project.
Azan: Well, we’d best get these to the work site as quickly as possible. The crew that’s working from the fortifications can’t do much without them. Would you like to accompany me? I doubt that there will be much more work at the guildhall.

Org:

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Urist considers attacking a stall keeper.
Voice: That might be a VERY bad idea.
Urist turns around; there’s no one there.
Voice: Oh my. I’m apparently not there.
Urist whirls around again.
Voice: I’m SURE that I’ll be there if you turn around again.
Urist: Are you my conscience?
Voice: Well, it’s pretty tough to be a shoulder angel when you lack shoulders, no?
Urist: Are you?
Voice: Be blown if I know. So, what’re we doing right now?
Urist: Well, I was considering brutally mu
Voice: You might want to make sure you’re not talking out loud first.
Urist: Point. I’m trying to find a job that suits my skill set.
Voice: What’s your skill set?
Urist: I don’t know.
   Pause
Voice: Are you expecting some wisdom from me or something?
Urist: Kinda. I was hoping for some spirit mentor type thingy.
Voice: I have no idea what your special skill is.
Urist: Thanks. Some help you are.
Voice: You’re welcome.
Urist eventually decides that he has no idea what his skills are, or what sort of job would suit them. He apparently has some form of schizophrenia though. A few of the stall keepers were looking at him funnily, so he edged away, back into the northern residential area

[Org]

Ill go look for guilds. For a job.

[inaluct]

I search for cake. If I can't find any, I look in the library for a book about zefie armor.

[Nirur Torir]

Amusing thread. I was going to try to join as a newly arrived, mostly-bald, tall, goblinoid Zefie with a fuzzy black wig, but A) somebody would surely notice the true race of origin eventually, and B) there would be an annoying conflict of interests. So I'll watch instead.

[Heron TSG]

I am back!

I say that we should start a covert ops guild, to spy on all the other guilds. THEN we make a task force to watch the covert ops guild.

BTW- will be 90% gone starting monday for a week. In the meantime, make Zildoap politically active and make sure there are many crazed plans.

[Strife26]

Zefies can't really be bald. There isn't anything other than fluff.

Three turns are in, Nuke has 30 minutes plus however long it takes me to write the turn.

[Org]

I might be able to post occasionaly. But probably not tomorrow, since that is when I am leaving

[Strife26]

Nevermind. I'm going to go to bed soon enough. Feel free to post long term goals and actions. If Age of Restoration goes to another turn, then a year will have to pass.

[inaluct]

My long term goals include finding a way to build a portable shaduf, designing a bucket saddle to facilitate riding mountain goats, finding a place where I can get some mountain goats, and finding a place where I can get zefie cadavers for research.

[Org]

My goals:Create an Assassin's Guild. Kill people I dont like.

OR

Create Zefi Jedi Council. Kill people I dont like.

Really they both do the same thing...