OOC: Man, you guys have a solution RIGHT THERE
February 23rd 2025
Sunday
ROUND 8
Okhotsk International Airport
Hangar 6
Libertarian Russia
You are now: ETERNAL FREEDOM, ZIXINUS, MILDLY DERANGED PHYSICIST, QUIET HISTORIAN, REPAIR GUY, RI'ANN SHAPP, SMARMY AMERICAN SAILOR, COMBAT JANITOR and PHANT.
You are at a VIP HANGAR. The HANGAR is SOMEWHAT NICE. It is rather RUN DOWN but probably BETTER than the RUINED SHACKS that are the STANDARD HANGARS. It has a FENCE and ELECTRONIC LOCKS. It is EVENING. It is getting COLDER. There is SMELL of VERY RUSSIAN FOOD.
ZIXINUS's PRAGMATIC BLOCKAGE of the BASEMENT DOOR with a simple use of a BROOM had made the WOLVES(?) retreat. You have DISTRIBUTED the FOOD to the RAVENOUS BRIGADE.
IVAN IVANOV had DECIDED to ROUGH your LANDLORDS a BIT, as he is ANNOYED at the PROSPECT of MAN EATING THINGS lurking in your BASEMENT.
IVAN IVANOV CALLS up IVAN PYOTREVICH.
IVAN IVANOV Says: WHY THERE ARE THINGS HOWLING IN BASEMENT OF PREMIUM HANGAR AND NOT IN BASEMENT OF CHEAP HANGAR FOR CHEAPSKATE AMERICANS INSTEAD!?
THIS is UNACCEPTABLE for such a QUALITY ESTABLISHMENT!
IVAN PYOTREVICH is CONFUSED. He ASKS about the NATURE of the HOWLING THINGS.
IVAN PYOTREVICH LISTENS to the EXPLANATION.
IVAN PYOTREVICH Says: Ah! They must be mutant rats. Real plague since chemical companies began cost-cutting. Should not be problem if you keep lights on, da? We send exterminators in the morning, da. No charge.
IVAN PYOTREVICH thinks this is BULLSHIT. But before he can LET IVAN PYOTREVICH HAVE IT, he is STRUCK by an OFFER.
IVAN PYOTREVICH Says: And I will come down in the morning to discuss these bombs you had for sale, da?
IVAN IVANOV STEMS his THREATS, as this MAY be just what you NEED.
While that was HAPENNING, the TEAM had DEVOURED the VERY RUSSIAN FOOD and BEGAN to STRATEGIZE with many IDEAS. They range from DECENT to UTTERLY DERANGED and seem to SHOW that EVERYONE is FUCKING TIRED.
REPAIR GUY somehow MANAGES to find a MINUTE to CHECK the MASSIVENESS of the AMEX BILL. The TOTAL BILL is $ 360 657,87
$345 765,87 out of that will begin to EARN INTEREST at a STAGGERING RATE on March 20th.
It looks bad. You would call SUAVE PLAYBOY to tell him just how BAD it IS, but nobody is PICKING UP. You figure he is FORNICATING with TROPICAL BEAUTY at your EXPENSE.
You fall ASLEEP one by ONE. You manage to SURVIVE the NIGHT despite OMINOUS SOUNDS coming from the BASEMENT.
You try to CALL SUAVE PLAYBOY AGAIN the FIRST thing in the MORNING.
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February 24th 2025
Monday
Okhotsk International Airport - Hotel
Presidential Suite
You are now: FUTURE SUAVE PLAYBOY
You are in DANGER of CASTRATION.
Your ATTEMPTED GAMBIT has been MISUNDERSTOOD. You are SURE of THAT because the SCREAMING gets WORSE. You PREPARE to FIGHT for your MANHOOD.
You are SAVED by the BELL.
TROPICAL BEAUTY HUFFS and PUFFS but PICKS up your CELL PHONE. She HEARS somebody TALK.
Before she can HAND the PHONE to YOU, someone WALKS into the ROOM somehow. It is RUSSIAN COUGAR.
RUSSIAN COUGAR is SURPRISED at the SITUATION. She SMILES after some THINKING.
RUSSIAN COUGAR Says: Honey, you did not lose that much. Believe me.
TROPICAL BEAUTY asks a QUESTION. It is COMPLETELY INCOMPREHENSIBLE.
RUSSIAN COUGAR IGNORES her. And SLIPS the ROOM KEY CARD into SUAVE PLAYBOY'S PANTS.
RUSSIAN COUGAR Says: You have promised to show me that spaceplane of yours. To make it up to me for last night.
TROPICAL BEAUTY is FRUSTRATED. She THROWS the KNIFE to the GROUND and STORMS OFF.
RUSSIAN COUGAR Says: She is a feisty one, da?
What do you do? _
***
February 24rd 2025
Monday
You are now: ETERNAL FREEDOM, ZIXINUS, MILDLY DERANGED PHYSICIST, QUIET HISTORIAN, REPAIR GUY, RI'ANN SHAPP, SMARMY AMERICAN SAILOR, COMBAT JANITOR and PHANT.
Things start HAPENNING. REALLY FAST.
You are WOKEN UP by the SMELL of OLD SCAVENGING HOBO.
The OLD SCAVENGING HOBO has SOMEHOW managed to get INTO the HANGAR despite the ELECTRONIC LOCKS and a single ARMED GUARD who seems AWARE. OLD SCAVENGING HOBO is BRANDISHING a SHARPENED STICK and WEARING an ID TAG of the AIRPORT.
OLD SCAVENGING HOBO Says, VERY LOUDLY: Hello there! I am the exterminator! How are you today? Have ny vodka left? Oh, awesome!
Before you can EXPRESS your DISPLEASURE with the UNPLEASANT WAKE UP CALL and your GUARD'S INEFFECTIVENESS, the STATIONARY PHONE begins to RING.
It is CUSTOMERS.
STATIONARY PHONE Says: Hello, is this Lloyd Aerospace and Management Enterprises? My employer Mr. Leonid Elenin has met your sales representative at a party last night. He would like to hire you as transportation for some passengers to orbit, da? How much is your going rate?
The TUBENETWEB COMPUTER PINGS. It is MORE CUSTOMERS.
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FROM: VIMPELCOM INFRASTRUCTURE DEPARTMENT
TO: LAME SALES DEPARTMENT
Dear Sir/Madam/Other
VIMPELCOM INFRASTRUCTURE DEPARTMENT would like to inquire about the going rates for payload insertion to geostationary orbit of your aerospace company.
Having met your sales representative at a party last night, our directors are very interested in the innovative services your company might offer. We are currently finalizing a launch project for our latest spy satellite ; And though we have already secured launch services with the Baikonur Cosmodrome, we are willing to consider a last-minute change if your offer is good enough. Please reply quickly: the launch is planned for March 12.
Awaiting your reply,
Cosmog Rabchevsky
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FROM: FAT DRAGON
TO: LAME SALES DEPARTMENT
Dear son!
It is honorable that you do not forget about family, even while serving the gaijin who got your father imprisoned.
We may indeed have use for the vehicle you have described ; However, the family demands exclusive access to it and its services. Honor the memory of your father and seize control of the vehicle for us, and you shall be rewarded!
The cal the SUAVE PLAYBOY results in los of RAPID FIRE NATIVESPEAK and no MEASUREABLE RESULTS.
IVAN PYOTREVICH ARRIVES at the HANGAR.
What do you do? _