Ppink has started a new game with the following players:
Ppink

" S T A R T G A M E : t r u e "{ " g a m e I d " : " 1 7 1 7 3 9 0 5 4 8 " , " p l a y e r L i s t " : [ " p p i n k " ] , " r o l l N u m b e r " : 0 , " c u r r e n t P l a y e r " : 0 , " d i c e " : { " f a c e s " : [ 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 ] , " r e r o l l " : [ t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e ] } , " s c o r e 0 " : { " 1 " : n u l l , " 2 " : n u l l , " 3 " : n u l l , " 4 " : n u l l , " 5 " : n u l l , " 6 " : n u l l , " p l a y e r " : n u l l , " u p _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " b o n u s " : n u l l , " 3 k " : n u l l , " 4 k " : n u l l , " s s " : n u l l , " l s " : n u l l , " f h " : n u l l , " y a h _ t o k e n " : n u l l , " y " : n u l l , " c " : n u l l , " y a h _ b o n u s " : 0 , " b o t _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " g _ t o t a l " : n u l l } , " o w n e r " : " p p i n k " , " s t a t u s " : " r e a d y " , " r o u n d " : 0 , " l a s t P o s t " : 1 7 1 7 3 9 0 5 4 8 }

I'd love that, thank you dear.

smiling brightly
and killing a mosquito that I felt land on my hip

~Woukd you like a glass

holds up the wine
~we can stop at my office while I show you around

Ppink has started a new game with the following players:
Ppink

" S T A R T G A M E : t r u e "{ " g a m e I d " : " 1 7 1 7 3 9 0 3 0 7 " , " p l a y e r L i s t " : [ " p p i n k " ] , " r o l l N u m b e r " : 0 , " c u r r e n t P l a y e r " : 0 , " d i c e " : { " f a c e s " : [ 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 ] , " r e r o l l " : [ t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e ] } , " s c o r e 0 " : { " 1 " : n u l l , " 2 " : n u l l , " 3 " : n u l l , " 4 " : n u l l , " 5 " : n u l l , " 6 " : n u l l , " p l a y e r " : n u l l , " u p _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " b o n u s " : n u l l , " 3 k " : n u l l , " 4 k " : n u l l , " s s " : n u l l , " l s " : n u l l , " f h " : n u l l , " y a h _ t o k e n " : n u l l , " y " : n u l l , " c " : n u l l , " y a h _ b o n u s " : 0 , " b o t _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " g _ t o t a l " : n u l l } , " o w n e r " : " p p i n k " , " s t a t u s " : " r e a d y " , " r o u n d " : 0 , " l a s t P o s t " : 1 7 1 7 3 9 0 3 0 7 }

NsG

Needy submissives Grinding

Ah, well then.
I've had people ask why I don't have a pony to train.
So I thought I should look over the facilities.

sips my wine
~well I think most of the ponies have gone nighty night
giggling
~most of there days are very exhausting

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This is Echo Fenix's dance, so he's following his friend's lead here.

It says a lot that this guy is a negotiator Chromed up, and he's moved past the uncanny valley into the terrifying trench. It's all he can do to not visibly shudder.

Perry is easily tall enough to hind behind, yes. Not particularly broad, but he is tall.

He'll follow IRIDIA's example, taking a seat. He'll continue to flank Echo, sitting on the side IRIDIA did not.

He did not want Kendo's attention, either. Still, like IRIDIA, he is assessing, scanning, letting his program do the work of noting gait and... okay, facial recognition was not going to struggle on this one.

smiling to you
Good evening.

It occurred to me, I have never come to see what all is here.
Is this a poor choice of time?

Cabin
And into My furs

zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

lp

knowing security is making r
their rounds I walk down and open the door

~well hello agsin!

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Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesus.

Mr. Kirkpatrick was Unnerving to witness, a different brand of unnerving compared to Maul in his armor/life-support.

IRIDIA mentally balked at his sight and mannerism and then shuffled in after Echo and Perry, almost unthinkingly taking cover behind them. Perry was easily tall enough, right?

No amount of luxury or snacks was going to make her comfortable before someone like him, but she made an effort to go get seated as instructed anyway.

Her eyes were busy grabbing what little she could, in some remote chance any of it might be useful to her at some point in the future, or immediate future if these negotiations had any danger of going off the rails a bit.

But she couldn't be seen seated comfortably, constantly shifting a little this way and that, especially as Kendo's focus wavered wildly between the three of them.

Her eyes went to Echo Fenix.

taking a seat

pressing the buzzer

gets up
holding a glass of red wine and my crop

locking the car doors
and heading to the entry gate

looks up at security cameras
seeing the car pull in

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The display on the front of the large gray metal desk in neon letters reads:

Kendo Kirkpatrick: Negotiator / Financial Advisor

The desk was messy. No paperwork in the future. But it was strewn with data shards and holodiscs. Some were still flickering and displaying bits of data here and there. When he sees the three of you, he jumps up out of his tall-backed leather chair. Smiling. Grinning. Because he has no mouth. Only teeth.

It's a sleeveless blazer he's wearing. Both his arms are pure chrome. And not very good chrome. It looked blocky and cheap. Probably hard to pull fabric over those arms without it getting caught. Someone must be in debt.

"Lady and Gentlemen..."

The entire lower half of his face was chrome. No lips. No tongue. White metal teeth are locked together when he speaks. So his entire voice is digitized. It sounded vaguely of Robocop if Robocop was a used car salesman.

Kendo extends both of his robotic arms at his sides. Palms up. Before slowly bowing his head. At no point does his 'hair' move. It's practically a follicled helmet.

"Welcome to the Hunter's Guild, Northern Branch Office. Please, come in. Make yourselves at home. Unless you're not housebroken..."

The laugh that follows is...harsh. "HA HA HA." That's literally what the laugh is. Those three words repeated a second apart.

Kendo gestures to the center of the room where several comfortable and fully functional synth-leather chairs are. All were facing a holo-projector screen on the southern wall. They fully reclined and had an assortment of canned beverages and snacks in the armrest compartments.

"Now..." Once you're all as comfortable as you can be.

He holds up both of his hands, clasping them together against his chest with both index fingers pointing outward.

"Someone...wanted...their...bounty...quashed." Kendo turns his body as he points, aiming his fingers back and forth between Echo Fenix, IRIDIA and Peregrine P. Olveira. Inquiring who this meeting was called for. He could just scan you and answer that question. But that lacked the personal touch.