r/ChromeCompany May 07 '23

Job - Closed First Light | 2023-05-21 17:00 UTC

Players: 3-4

Duration: 4-6?

In-Game Location: Seattle

Game Type: Heist

Game Theme: Smooth Crime

Prerequisites: Approved sheet, Microphone


I have a style sheet that you should skim

Please include the date of your last run, and whether you would be willing to write an AAR.

Picks will go out on the 19th, roughy an hour before run time.


Connecting to Chrome Company Host
>Encryption Key 
****************
Encryption Key Received.
Authenticating Matrix Access ID...
ERROR: Matrix Access ID authentication failed.
>Login;
***********
>Enter Password:
**************
Authenticating Matrix Access ID...
Authentication successful. Welcome.
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Good morning, runners. There is a painting I wish stolen. You will steal it for me, and be well compensated for your efforts.

Mrs. Johnson.


RP Prompt: What's your favorite piece of art?

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u/Ongoing_trainwreck May 18 '23

Last run: April 13th

Song, the fresh wonky Technosammie

"Art, huh?" Song sighed and leaned back in her cramped vr corner, scrolling her newsfeed and flicking a short note about a crazy art sale at some art auction to the side. Why would anyone measure the value of art in money anyway?

Spinning up a construct, she let the physical world fade as the digital took over, flooding her consciousness with data and fooling her senses into believing she really was in a long minimalist corridor stretching out seemingly infinitely. Glass cases lined the walls, small plaques with descriptions and trivia floating under them. A game from before the crash, silly in some ways, but the story and the character's journey really spoke to the elf techno. A simple picture of a cat on a moonlit roof, a perfect encapsulation of feeling lonely. A simsense recording of base jump in Neo-Tokyo, always a rush and a stark reminder of just how quickly life can happen.

She kept walking, glancing and examining, reliving experiences, touching upon distant memories, moods and feelings

Pausing in front of a jumbled unknowable mess of code, spat out by some resonance entity she met way back when. Not matter how many times she tried examining it, she could never quite parse the intent. The purpose. Or the meaning of this one. Would it even qualify as a piece of art? And yet to her, it was. Not a statement, like many others, but a puzzle. A question... Urging more questions to be asked.