#Lt. Mower

[guiltknight-gaming]

Cyberpunk 2077 | Patch 2.0 | Episode 6: Cyberpsycho Sighting - Lt . Mower

[attapullman]

Robert From Next Door | Robert "Bob" Floyd

Summary: You've lucked out with the perfect neighbor, a kind and overly helpful WSO. He puts up Christmas lights, lends his lawn mower, and grabs your morning paper. But what happens when he's out of peppermint tea one night?

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings & Notes: Robert "Bob" Floyd x gn!reader, extremely fluffy, food mentions, heavy making out, shirtless Bob, only referred to as Robert for the series, unrealistic expectations of next door neighbors, 18+ as always. This idea hit me like a bus while walking the dog (where I almost was hit by a bus) and has been fully unable to leave my brain since then. Cozy, sweet, overly helpful Neighbor!Bob is literally all I want for Christmas. And he's my holiday present to all of you!

robert from next door | if only the neighbors knew

“I have a ladder you can borrow.” You look up from the box of Christmas lights you’re detangling in the garage to see your neighbor standing in the opening to the street. Coffee mug in hand as he watches you loop out another knot. He’d noticed your garage open that morning, too early for a Saturday, and came to investigate or possibly offer assistance. If there is one thing Robert Floyd does best, it’s help his neighbors.

You had moved into the tidy bungalow just under a year ago, placing a potted fern on the doorstep and painting over the dated beige walls. It was finally starting to feel like a home. Now with the holidays approaching (as reminded by the entirely too jolly Santas everywhere in town) you were excited to start new traditions in your humble home. And it started with putting twinkling lights on the house, lights currently tangled in the cardboard box you haphazardly threw them in twelve months ago. 

Threading out another knot, you give him a playful smile. “How do you know I don’t have a ladder?”

“Lucky guess?” He’s not going to admit he’s scanned and memorized nearly every inch of your garage.

The day after the moving truck came and went, you were thrilled when your first new neighbor rang your doorbell. While you had expected some middle aged woman with a plate of brownies and a plea for babysitting, you were pleasantly surprised at the man in a flight suit (Lt. Robert Floyd according to the stitching) with the striking blue eyes who stood there instead. He didn’t have brownies, but he happily gave you the lowdown on the neighborhood as you sat amongst moving boxes drinking lemonade out of paper cups. 

As the months passed, an easy friendship had developed amongst neighbors. In the morning before making his way to base, Robert would scoop up your morning paper and walk it up the seven steps to your porch. The paper boy always threw it short. And despite numerous pleas to leave it be - you didn’t mind the short walk - every morning when you went for the paper, there it sat neatly on your mat along with any misdelivered mail.

And when he wasn’t saving kittens from trees in his free time, Robert was a shining example of a great neighbor. Driving his truck for a trip to get plants at the nursery, lending his mower when yours broke in the heat of July, cleaning your gutters when the leaves fell…you shouldn’t be surprised he’s now offering up his ladder so you can enjoy your Christmas lights. Looking down at the tangled mess, you hadn’t even thought about how you were going to get them actually on the house. Nails? Did you even own nails?

Not even an hour later you’re standing on the sidewalk facing your home with a hot cup of coffee in your chilly hands. Propped up on a ladder with detangled lights in one hand - and a tool belt around his waist like your personal Mr. Fix It - Robert hums to himself as he hammers nails into the trim before wrapping the first strand of lights in place. 

You had accepted his ladder graciously, but mentioned you needed to hit the hardware store first for nails. With a nod of his head he left your garage and you continued on the lights. It was a tedious project, but rewarding once the final strand lay flat against the concrete floor. You were digging around in boxes for tools when your neighbor reappeared. He had a ladder and his tool belt, a full box of nails clutched in his large hand. Cheeks warm, you assured him you would buy your own. He let out a playful pfft.

“Nonsense. It’s Saturday, the hardware store will be packed. Consider them an early Christmas gift.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Let me at least trade you for them? A cup of coffee?”

“Do you still have those Kona beans?” His ocean blue eyes are hopeful.

Your smile widened as you nodded. The overpriced beans you had expensively shipped every month were a favourite of the weapons systems officer. Last month you had hosted the homeowners association meeting (for the first and hopefully only time) and Robert had raved about the coffee you served. He was used to the basic stuff they made on base, his own home brewing not much better. Your coffee was the best.

When you came back to the garage after whipping up a carafe - hot mug in hand - you shouldn’t have been surprised to see your neighbor already up the ladder, deep into the project.

You holler up to him. “Robert, get down! You don’t need to do that!”

But he waves you off, insisting that he had already started and might as well finish the job. He would just drink your delicious coffee once he was done. And so you were relegated to the sidewalk to make sure everything looked straight from the street. 

From this distance you could admire him innocently. The military-issue wire frames that catch the morning sun. Broad shoulders under the neat canvas barn coat he recently replaced when the corduroy collar ripped. His strong hands shielded from the chilled wind under his workman’s gloves. Because someone like Robert Floyd follows safety precautions and owns workman’s gloves. 

At this angle you can see the slight smile on his lips as he strings lights along your porch. For the next hour you watch him put up lights, him occasionally turning back and asking you how they look.

“Are you sure they’re straight?” You promise him they are, but he meticulously checks his work anyway. He wants your house to look perfect. 

The wind has tinged both your cheeks a deep pink and the cold is starting to seep through boots. Robert has nailed the last of your lights to the trim and deemed them faultless. He comes down the ladder and walks to stand beside you to admire his handiwork. Hands on hips - with that damn tool belt still astride his waist - he turns to you beaming at a job well done. It’s impossible not to beam back, thinking how long it would have taken you to do even a job half as good.

“Thank you for putting up the lights. You didn’t have to, but I appreciate it.” He isn’t sure whether your cheeks are red from the cold or something else. “I’m so lucky to have you as a neighbor.”

His smile is permanently stuck at your compliment. He opens his mouth to make a joking comment about the coffee you owe him - anything for more time together - when he feels the telltale buzz in his pocket. Pulling it reluctantly out after shedding a glove, he sees it’s Phoenix and is only semi-annoyed. They have lunch plans, which he’s running late for. And while he’s sure his front seater would approve of him blowing her off for the neighbor he can’t stop talking about, he’s a better friend than that.

Turning back to you, where you’re enjoying your freshly strung twinkling lights, Robert rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “I have to head out…lunch plans. Rain check on that coffee?”

Nodding through your disappointment, you help him gather up his ladder and assure him that coffee is his whenever he wants.

The following morning you pad toward your front door, eyes bleary from a deep sleep. The house was cold and you pull your robe tighter around you. Through the glass panel in the door you can see your paper on the mat, as always, ready for you to consume over coffee and toast. As you open the oak door and scurry to shut it with the paper secured, something - or rather someone - catches your eye. 

Robert stands in the doorway of his own bungalow, calmly watching the neighborhood. The thick fair isle sweater covering his wide shoulders looks incredibly cozy, and he nurses a mug between both hands. He exists in that moment without worry, and you’re envious. 

His placid expression is broken when he feels your eyes, turning his head to see you, bedhead and newspaper clutched in your fist. His lips turn in a warm smile and he raises one hand in a slow, friendly wave. Your heart flutters, utterly taken away with how surely he carries himself, how sweetly he treats others. An emotion quickly squashed when you realize you are still standing in a bathrobe and knobby socks, flying back inside and shutting the door with heated cheeks. 

As you go about working on your Sunday chores, you keep picturing Robert’s face, that small happy smile you can’t get out of your head.

Later that night, after hours of tossing and turning in the sheets unable to find peace, you finally trudge down the hall into the living room, settling under blankets on the plush couch with a cup of chamomile. You’ve lost details of the plot of the movie you started, brain racing as your fingers fidget with the mug. 

The faint trill of your phone on the coffee table breaks you from your thoughts.

“Hello?”

“Hi. It’s Bo-Robert…from next door?” You yawn a hello while checking the clock. It was nearly one in the morning. “I just wanted to check if everything was alright? Noticed your lights were on.” 

A warm feeling spreads through your chest at his concern. Picturing him peering out his kitchen window with the striped cotton curtains, filling up his own kettle, distressed that your house lights were on so late. You’d like to think he wore tartan pajamas, neatly buttoned. Those would suit him. 

You settle back into the cushions as you reply. “Everything’s fine. Just couldn’t sleep.”

His thoughtful nod can practically be heard through the phone.

“Better question is, what are you doing up so late?” 

The whistle and clink of boiling water and china crash over the line. A sigh pulled from his lips before responding. “I was going to make myself a cup of tea while I finished some reports, but appears that I am out.”

You glance down at your own mug of tea. It’s late, but not that late.

“What kind of tea do you like?” He muses on about his lack of preference - an equal opportunity tea lover - before admitting he was looking forward to a cup of peppermint. You make your way to the kitchen, phone pressed to your ear as you both open your cupboards. Your voice feels small as you offer, “I think I might have some.”

A silence lingers on the line. An unspoken late night implication that neither of you knows what to make of it. Your fingers flip through boxes of tea that take up too much cupboard space. Pomegranate, green, oolong. You don’t even drink tea that often. But right as you think you have too many white teas, you see the striped box of peppermint tea, one lone bag waiting for its turn.

You empty the box and walk to the window in your kitchen, where you can see the faint light on through his curtains. You clear your throat. “Look out your kitchen window.”

To your disappointment, Robert does not wear tartan pajamas to sleep. Although you are delighted to see his shirtless chest, defined from years of Navy training. He waves at you through your respective kitchen windows, holding up his mug of hot water. You lift up the tea bag, and his face splits into a toothy smile.

Before you can offer to bring it to him, he’s already turning toward his front door, speaking into the phone, “I’ll be over, just a minute. Need to find my coat.”

By the time there’s a soft knock on the door, you’ve turned on the kettle and gotten a fresh mug for him. You open the door, greeted by the tip of his nose and ears a merry red, the cold kissing his features. He’s been outside all of a minute. You usher your neighbor in, watching him observe how you’ve put up garlands and festive knickknacks in the entry since his last visit.

He slips off his boots, bare feet settling on the cold hardwood, and fingers the collar of his canvas barn coat. In his rush to come over he’d thrown his coat on forgetting his bare chest. It feels obnoxious to be half naked in your home, so he keeps his coat on and follows you to the kitchen. 

“Peppermint still good?” You tease, the packet of tea leaves in your hand. He nods, slightly distracted by how cozy you look in your soft loungewear and the robe from this morning. Dunking the bag into the hot water, you search for a topic to pass the steeping time. But when you turn to talk to him, words catch in your throat because he’s right there.

Eyes so blue the sky is jealous. Shy smile so friendly it warms the room. Your thoughts dirtily flit to the tool belt around his waist on the ladder, fingers adeptly wielding a hammer. Fingers that brush yours in the proximity. He’s so close and your brain blanks as bodies simultaneously take action.

Your mouths find each other effortlessly, bodies pressing together as if they know the moves the two of you were just figuring out. The low-lying tension building for the past year breaking the surface as the dark of the house gives you both the bravery needed. His hands are cold as they find your waist, your hands too warm on his chilled jaw.

His mouth is all soft lips and hard pressure, the faint hint of toothpaste in his taste. It’s exactly as you imagined, but better.

Lips become more desperate the longer you connect, your back suddenly against the counter as he presses into you. This moment has been building since he’d watched you first walk up the front steps with that too big moving box. A hand slips into his sun-bleached locks he always has so perfectly combed. He moans into your mouth, a sinful noise in the quiet kitchen. 

Before sense can interrupt, you’re reaching for the zipper of his coat, revealing every inch of his toned pale chest as the zipper slowly comes down. You slide a hand over the skin, a low gasp slipping out at the strong muscle. You’ve been attracted to his mind for so long, it feels unfair his body should be attractive too.

He shrugs out of the barn coat and follows you to the lowly lit living room, where the couch is softer on your back than the counter edge. Sitting side by side, knees knocking, he’s more hesitant to touch you in this context. Despite his body screaming to explore every inch of his pretty neighbor’s mind and body, he knows he’s basically barged into your home and immediately stuck his tongue in your sweet mouth. You get to set the pace. 

“This okay?” His hand encompasses your knee, thumb rubbing smoothly through the fabric. You nod, tilting your head toward him to continue kissing. He’s warmed up now, your home and body bringing him to temperature. Robert smiles into your kiss. You can’t get enough of him, wanting to consume him fully. He’s delicate with you in the most delicious of ways; gentle kisses pressed to your soft lips before sliding his tongue across to politely ask for access.

Your mouth can’t open fast enough.

You place you hand on his hip, enjoying the warm skin and lean muscle beneath your fingertips. Groaning lightly into your mouth, he blindly reaches for your hips to bring you into his lap. His tongue takes its time to taste you, learn every intricacy of your flavor. Administration so thorough your eyes roll back in your head. The sounds escaping you music in the darkened room.

Fingers dance across skin, finding purchase on thighs, shoulders, chests. You can’t get close enough to him, resting one hand on the back of his neck as your swollen lips press harder to his. Robert loves the way your thighs straddle him as he leans against the couch cushions, his warm, large hands along your back bringing you closer to him. Your sharp inhale as one hand toys with the waistband of your lounge pants.

When his lips trail down your neck, praising the delicate skin, you can’t hold back your declaration any longer. “I…I’ve wanted this for a while.”

His lips pause, brow furrowed. “This?”

“You.”

That gratified smile will forever be imprinted along your neck. “I’ve wanted you since the day you moved in.”

The whimpers that rip through you when he nips the thin skin behind your ear have him grabbing your chin and swallowing your sounds. Reveling in the shared passion you’ve both had simmering beneath the surface. Can’t help his hips rutting up into yours, glorious friction he’s been craving satisfied. You giggle through a moan against his lips.

“So, we could have been doing this all year long? What a shame, lieutenant.” 

You ground down in his lap, running your own tongue along his lips and savoring his taste. Thoughts of what he tastes like after his peppermint tea have you wrapping your arms tighter around his bare shoulders. Behind his head, outside the window, the faint glow of the Christmas lights he strung up shines in the winter night. How did you find this perfect man, and how is he your neighbor?

You express your gratitude for him with your mouth along his jaw, licking along the skin while he deliciously whimpers in your ear.You can only take so much before you’re sealing your lips over his again, inhaling his every breath.

As lips finally reach exhaustion - brains well past tired as the clock strikes a new hour - Robert and you pull apart with content smiles. Already cold without his warmth, you immediately lean back into him. He’s practically a furnace now under your ministrations. Unspoken words pass between as you invite him to sleep on your couch with you. A throw blanket produced from the nearby chair as the two of you tangle your limbs. There’s something comforting in the way he rests your head upon his arm, your knee upon his thigh. Again, it’s like your bodies know the actions like they’ve been waiting for you to finally figure them out.

You’ve just settled your head upon his warm chest when a thought strikes you, prompting you to lean up to look at those sleepy cerulean eyes. The small curious smile he gives you melting your heart.

“Did you still want your tea?” 

He shakes his head with a chuckle, using the last of his energy to tuck the blanket tighter around your body. “It’s okay. I got what I really wanted.”

Your heart feels two sizes too big as he presses a kiss to your temple before sleep takes you both. 

When the winter sunrise streams through your curtains the next morning, you refuse to get up. Perfectly warm wrapped up in the thin throw and your neighbor’s arms, you are purely too content. When Robert blinks open his eyes and gazes at your face, he sees the same placid smile he wore the morning before. The same one he’s had since you moved in next door. 

Despite both being all too happy to remain entangled on the couch, sharing small kisses on any skin within reach, the responsibilities of Monday morning dawn and you must get up. Reluctantly you release him, watching him fold the throw neatly upon the sofa arm before helping you stand. Warmth blossoms down your spine the more you’re in Robert’s presence, the little things he does meaning so much to you. Especially as he strides through your home shirtless, musing about the whereabouts of his coat on the kitchen floor.

Your eyes flit to the cold mug of abandoned peppermint tea as you offer him coffee. But he’s intent on getting home for his flight suit, the drive to base longer than he’d like. Of course, he would ideally spend the morning drinking your expensive delicious coffee and listen to you go on about the neighbors down the street with the atrocious holiday decorations. If you’d let him, he would spend every morning like that for the rest of time. But his admiral would put him in drills all week if he was any later.

You walk him to the door, robe pulled tight across your chest to keep out the cold. He’s pulled on his boots for the short walk and wraps his arms around you in an intimate embrace, disappointed this perfect night must come to an end. You bury your nose in his jacket-covered chest to enjoy the last of his herbal and citrus scent, hands reluctantly slipping from his middle. He turns to leave and both your hearts pang.

When Robert reaches the end of your path, he bends down and picks up the paper, thrown too short as always. He turns around and retraces his steps, walking back up the steps and straight up to where you reside in the doorway still. Fingers brush as he hands you the newspaper, saving you the walk as he always does. Only this morning he tips his head to press a kiss to your lips.

You’re already adding peppermint tea to your shopping list as you walk back into the house. Just for him.

see what antics happen at the next HOA meeting

taglist: @callsign-mongoose

[smash-or-pass-objects]

[paisholotus]

Prologue

Narrative

"Yo, what's up?" Dj yelled, almost running the lawnmower into Jessica.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing? You almost just ran me over with that thing." She said, looking at him like he was crazy. She took a deep sigh, crossed her arms over her books, and smiled. "Dj, what do you want?" She said lowly.

"l didn't mean to scare you. My bad." He said, cheesing at her.

"What?" She asked, raising her brow.

"Nun, i just wanted to talk to you." He said, stepping off the mower.

"Talk to me about what? I gotta go to class." She whined.

"l don't know. You going to lunch with me?" He said, smiling down at her.

Don't get Jessica wrong. She thought Dj was a very nice boy and an attractive one at that. But she wasn't looking for a relationship right now. Her focus was school, not men breaking her heart.

"Dj, I tell you almost every day, I'm not looking to be in a relationship." She said, sadly.

"So, what's up with this Grant?What is he, a professional student?" He asked, frowning at her.

Jessica huffed, mirroring his facial expression, "I just tutor him from time to time. There's nothing going on, but Grant is in a six-year law program, and his father's a partner with a Wall Street firm, so when he graduates--" Dj had cut her off

"lt's funny because l didn't take you as the type of girl that was stupid." He said, crossing his arms.

Jessica looked him up and down and looked around her to see who he was talking to.

"Stupid?" She asked, squinting at him.

"Stupid." He repeated. 'Oh, so she did hear that correctly'

She scoffed and walked away.

"Wait, l didn't mean stupid like that. Jess, you know l ain't mean stupid like that. Listen." He said, grabbing her arm, making her turn around, to look at him.

"What?" She said, upset. Because he was wasting her time.

"Look, what I meant was, for you to be so smart, why can't you see he's using you tutoring him, so he can take advantage of you. If he's so smart, like you said, why would he need anyone to tutor him. He is just trying to get at you, like he does every day." He said, frowning down at her.

Jessica looked up at me with a blank stare and lightly smirked at him.

"Well, ain't that what you be doing? Trying to get at me every day?" She asked him.

Dj grabbed her arms and pulled her towards him, "Nah, I'm trying to get to know every prospect of you, more than I already know. If we ever start dating, I'll be dating my friend and someone I care deeply about. Grant just wants you so he can finally tell his friends. He finally got you in his bed." He said, looking in her eyes.

Jessica looked into Dj's eye's and smiled gently at him. She leaned up and kissed his cheek, and started pulling away.

"I got to go. You wanna come over and study later?" She asked.

Dj bit his lip and smiled at her, nodding. Jessica rolled her eyes, walking backward, "Get that look off your face. We are just studying." She said, walking up the hill.

Dj watched her walk away cheesing, getting back onto the lawnmower.

[saltypigloaf-cyberpunk2077]

The Rescue of Sandra Dorsett

A job for Wakako

Edit: I came to really hate the tone of this picture; the walls blended into flesh and made the whole elevator seem like it was made of skin (gross). I replaced it with a black-and-white version and I like it a lot.

Angel of Death

The only "justice" MaxTac dispenses

Finally chippin' in with Viktor Vektor

Gig: Hippocratic Oath

Gig: Rite of Passage

Cyberpsycho Sighting: Lt. Mower

[therealnightcity]

For Hiro: Demons of War, Lt. Mower, Where the Bodies Hit the Floor

Ares: Bloody Ritual, Discount Doc, House on a Hill

Avi: Letter of the Law, Lex Talionis, On Deaf Ears

:3

Character asks for @depyotee 😊💕

Hiro:

Demons of War: Is there a job that has left a permanent mark on your OC?

As much as he'd like to say that he's seen the worst Night City has to offer, that nothing ruffles him anymore, it still manages to surprise him. It's less of one gig that's so standout, than a parade of them, that showcase how cruel people can be, and how easily greed triumphs over the well-being of others. It wasn't the worst danger he'd ever faced, or the most terrible crimes but the gig of retrieving stolen medicine from Corporal William Hare, suspected cyberpsycho lingered long after he'd gotten his eddies. There's the feeling that maybe if he'd been there sooner, if someone else had been, the man could've gotten treatment, or in touch with Regina. But then again maybe he couldn't have, that it would have always ended the way it did, and at least he'd skirted a larger tragedy. He knows the feeling of having to make a go of it alone, feeling like you've been abandoned, but he was lucky enough to find someone who cared, who was willing to help. It makes him feel powerless, in the face of the corporate machine, and even if he can make a single person feel like it's not just them against the world, than maybe it'll all be worth it.

Lt. Mower: What is the worst betrayal your OC has faced?

Hiro isn't a stranger towards how self-serving people can be, but by far the worst was Wakako. He grew up thinking he didn't have any family aside from a brother he was estranged from, didn't know that she was his grandmother or that his dad had been her son, estranged from the family, or that he has a half-sister. She kept an eye on him growing up, but always held him at arm's length. She said it was because she didn't want him to turn out like his father, that it was for his own good but he wishes she just would've told him, been more involved. She let him make his own mistakes, firm iin her belief that if he was determined enough he would dig himself out of them, and while that held true, he's always resented her for it. He put his trust in the wrong people and she simply watched.

Where the bodies hit the floor: Is your OC vengeful? If not, what would it take for them to seek revenge?

Hiro is vengeful not when he is wronged, but his loved ones. In terms of himself, he's likely to just brush things off, especially if retaliation will simply bring more trouble. In the case of a continued threat, he will deal with it accordingly, and ensure his safety, but he's not going to go on a wild hunt in the name of revenge. If a loved one is wronged, it's a complete reversal, and he won't stop until he feels the debt has been paid--whether it's as simple as petty revenge, or making them disappear more permanently, it's unwise to provoke him.

Ares:

Bloody Ritual: Does your OC have any pre or post mission rituals or superstitions?

Ares always shoots a message to Dakota, or Iris before doing a particularly risky gig. She has the fear of something happening to her on a job, and nobody being there to take care of her dogs, and give them a home, or thinking they've been abandoned. They're like her children, and the idea of them alone and scared is enough to keep her up at night, so having a fail safe in place gives her a lot of peace of mind. She also double checks to make sure she's locked everything up before leaving, and it isn't uncommon for her to turn around and go back to check--the last thing she needs is coming home to her garage raided.

Discount Doc: Is your OC good at improvising? Would they survive a mission underprepared?

Ares thrives on improvising. She goes in with a loose plan, but with the expectation that it'll go to shit, and to be prepared for it. She doesn't necessarily have an entire backup plan, but it keeps her from being frozen in the middle of a crisis, for the most part. She has survived missions under prepared, particularly around the city, where she didn't know what to plan for in the first place. However, she's very, very careful in the Badlands, in terms of the hazards it contains (natural or otherwise), and it's something she's familiar with, unlike the city. Underprepared in the Badlands often means 'dead', and she doesn't plan on that happening anytime soon. She usually carries extra ammo, supplies in her car, and an extra gun or two, along with her tools, a tent, and sleeping roll, and of course an extra mask, goggles and more water than she thinks she'll need. She might find herself out of her depth in Night City, but a sandstorm or raid will never catch her unprepared.

House on a Hill: Is your OC easy to trust or are they paranoid? How vigilant are they?

Ares is too trusting, if anything. While she has a good scope of life in the badlands, and the challenges/specifics that come with it, Ares is less informed about the goings on in Night City, and this can lead her to come off as a little naive about how it works. She gives people the benefit of the doubt, occasionally to her disadvantage, and it's left it's lasting marks on her (in a very physical sense, her missing arm, and replacement cybernetic is a grim reminder). That being said, if someone has proven themselves untrustworthy, she's reluctant to extend the same trust again--she cares deeply and having that betrayed lingers terribly.

Avi:

Letter of the Law: How does your OC feel about Corps? Hatred? Necessary evil? Ect..

As a Corpo himself, he sees them as a necessary evil. He's self-aware enough to know they're not altruistic, but they were a means to an end for him, rather than a 'noble cause' and he saw siding with the Corps as his ticket out of the slums and into a more comfortable life. Although he'd like to pretend it doesn't impact him, his growing disillusionment with Arasaka let to him cutting ties with the company for good, in search of something with more personal freedom. He was simply a dog on a leash to them, even if his kennel was made of gold, and he didn't want to become the next Adam Smasher for them, their tool and completely at their beck and call. Not that his new ally is much less sinister, but his agency is much greater.

Lex Talionis: If your OC is a netrunner, or if they were a netrunner, what would their handle be?

Avi''s would be C3r83rU5 (Cerberus). He's referred to as 'Arasaka's Guard Dog' while working for the corporation, out of earshot of course, and the handle stuck.

On Deaf Ears: What does your OC think about human experimentation? Would they participate in a trial if they were hard up for eddies?

Avi's view of human experiementation is very dim, given his personal experience with it. It's part of the reason he cut ties with Arasaka. Although he condoned his mantis blades and lynx paws, he was filled with experimental cyberware that he hadn't agreed upon, and was missing chunks of his memory. He still doesn't know the full extent of what Arasaka did with him, and most of his records are dead-ends and redacted text. He's had enough of involuntary trials, that he'd rather do literally anything else for money, and Night City always needs another Solo. In his opinion, it's one of the worst things you can do to someone--hide the parts of themself, and leave them wondering what's really them--who is he really, and did Avi ever exist in the first place, or are they simply an Arasaka construct too?

[chevvy-ryder]

Hello, hello! Letter of the Law, for Hizumi, Falco and Ryder!

Lt. Mower: What is the worst betrayal your OC has faced?

For Hizumi it was probably that their brother Ryouga betryed them by joining the Tyger Claws telling Hizumi nothing. Hizu only found out when they went to tail him as they noticed some rather odd behavior from him shortly before he left to go overseas to Night City. That's why Hizumi went to NC to in the first place only to get captured and held hostage by the Claws until they got rescued by Vijay, Jackie and Ry. Hizumi would have forgiven Ryouga, but their little brother was killed by one of the Claws after he changed his mind wanting to leave the gang and free Hizumi to be able to go back. The consequence is now that the Claws are still after Hizumi to this day.

Falco never faced a betrayal, as he reads people good and he doesn't get emotional with most, so he's lucky he never faced betrayal. At least for now. It's not set 100% in stone yet as his character and lore still needs built out.

Ah the family drama again. Ryder felt utterly betrayed by his whole family. They wanted to marry him off to some rich corpo girl just to make more money as that was the only 'value' they saw left in their son as Ryder never made it up to their liking. They wanted to force him into being straight, too. His father broke him, never was nice to him, so this family really is the worst betrayal that happened to him ever. He only could escape them by running away and changing everything on himself and deleting all his data in the net.

[medtech-mara]

For the Cyberpsychosis Ask

Can i please have for Mara:

1: Demons of War: Is there a job that has left a permanent mark on your OC?

2: Lt. Mower: What is the worst betrayal your OC has faced?

13: Seaside Cafe: Does your OC like reality shows? Would they ever be in one?

OHHHHHH I HAVE BEEN EXCITED FOR THIS ONE. We're gonna call this Thanksgiving.... Because this turkey gonna be STUFFED!!!!!

Character Key idk if you will need it but its there.

1: Demons of War: Is there a job that has left a permanent mark on your OC?

It's hard to choose, there were a few that I really want to talk about that have left marks on Mara, but one outshines them all in leaving the BIGGEST scar on Mara.

In the timeline of Legends of Night City, Night Raid was contacted by Raj, their fixer from Charter Hill, Militech had reached out to him looking for a crew that would be willing to go into the inclusion zone, having NO such team, as most of his contacts had written him off as burned, the only ones he could ask was NR. Gordie, being the silly man he is, agree'd before the rest of the team could discuss what they were getting into. Not having a good feeling about this job, Mara made her prep for not making it out alive. There was far too much risk, and too much left in the air when it came to Militech to... and Pardon my french when i say to FUCK THEM. Which.... Surprisingly didn't happen. Yet..

Mara eloped with J I H Z Z Y just a few days before the gig, to allow them to enjoy a little marital bliss, or the closest they could get to a honeymoon with such money and time constraints. Re-wrote her will, splitting money between J I H Z Z Y and Jack, if she was to meet her demise while out on this job. Lazarus was CRAWLING all over city center and planned to move into the Inclusion zone. According to the NC54, who was doing a piece with Biotechnica, you could see Marcus in he background, packing more chrome than the first time they had met, when he chanced them all thru the NID.

This job s h o o k her to the core, everytime she thought about it.

So, This Gig required them to go into the inclusion zone, which was a 1 1/2 day walk following a Militech solo "L" setting up net access in for militech. On the way, they stopped at the safehouse of an old friend of L's. Upon investigating, she saw a picture of Chae-Rin, Mara's roommate, So.... If theres a picture of her, this must be.. Jago's (Jay-go) safehouse.... One of the first members of Night Raid who was beheaded before their very eyes by Tetsuo Okaada, one of Wakako's sons. Something told Mara there was more than "L" was letting on..

Once they get to the inclusion zone, they get a notification about a bounty is near by, and frankly, no one wanted to take on more of a load than they already had. Who even knew what that bounty would even be, and who they'd be meeting at the end of that bounty to cash in to. TBH TOO RISKY considering the political stance with Biotechnica & Lazarus, Petrochem & NIGHT RAID. It requires a whole lot of explaining that I don't think anyone is prepared to handle. However, its IMPORTANT for you to know. NR passes on the bounty and choose to just get straight to the job.

Let me tell you a job has never went so fucking FLAWLESS for NR.

Look at this piece my husband did of the a scene from climbing a building to get to the top and install this antenna.

credit: @cyberpsychotic-purgatory [Image is Rockerboy J I H Z Z Y looking out at the nature(?) reclaimed city center. Mara looks back at her secret husband, the team knew something was going on between the two, but it was a big question mark in how involved they really were until the week leading up to the City Center job.]

!!!!!!CONTENT WARNING!!!!!

Like I said, things were flawless for NR, they were leaving the area... when Token (@dezthefixer, she's no longer active sadly...she retired. rip queen) rolled horribly for stealth..... Even J I H Z Z Y who rolls the worse in the whole group for everything PASSED this stealth check. Let me tell you it was the worst time too because who starts deep scanning her? Marcus from Lazarus. By the time she was able to get out "RUN" Marcus jumps from his location and landed on the ground in front of the group. This is where I issue a content warning. Point of No Return

When Marcus lands, just a few feet in front of Token, he's holding the head of the beloved combat cab driver, Boris.

"Need a Cab, Desiree Yang?" He asks as he crushes the head before Token.

(Ya'll he was there from the beginning of Night Raid, He's helped them time and time again, this was devastating to the whole group.)

During combat with Marcus, it couldn't have gone better, except "L" the militech Solo was taking the brunt of Marcus's force. The group finds out that the two have history, that Marcus tried to hook up with L, and she turned him down.

When L is about to reach her limit, Mara runs in and passes a speedheal over to give her a second wind, to keep fighting, while the rest of the team weaken him as much as we can.

If anyone in Night Raid, besides Mara gets hit by Marcus at all, they are dead. If Mara dies, theres no hope of anyone being saved with the Cryopump.

Just before L rejoins the fight again, she begins her Plight.

“We’ve got him right where we want him, let’s finish him off. What ever happens, please don’t leave me behind. I would hate to see what the plant life would do” [this requires more explaonation about how things work on our universe. I’m just giving you the boiled down info, my husband or I will go more into depth later about the inclusion zone]

She stands up, and turns to Marcus.

“You know, I didn’t turn you down that night at Gamorrah because I was scared. I turned you down because I’m spoken for.”

“You can’t mean that “Solo rat” you ran around with in city center.”

“He’s not a rat, his name was Jago (Jay-Go) and he was my husband!”

A shock to everyone on the battlefield in this moment. Gotta understand, Jago was an OG member, he had a mainline, was warming up to Mara (before his death 💀) and now we’re being told the man was married TOO? How does he have the time for all these women and to make a living? (Oh right, two of those pretty women were work involved)

The fight between Marcus and L continues as the Borg’d corpo titans exchange blows, with what little you could see with both of their sandi’s going. The victor on top, was L. But just barely. Turning to the group, with a beautiful soft smile, beat black and bloody, hair clinging to the sides of her face from blood and sweat.

Behind her, dust was stirring everywhere and the sounds of fighting off in the distance could be heard, but they were far enough to not feel concerned, until they began to hear heavy metallic footsteps coming closer.

A hand reaches out of the dust cloud quickly and grabs L by the neck.

“I remember you, cunt.” He looks at L’s face just before crushing her neck severing her head from her body. Turning his attention back to NR, they had wasted no time in starting to run. They knew if Adam Smasher wanted them, they’d better get to running.

Though, he did want to know what Militech and a group of no-name mercs were doing in the inclusion zone, doing a job he was sent to do. It wasn’t badly enough to be something he had to do himself, sending his small team to handle catching them.

Though, they had failed to do so, Mara and Gordie quickly took care of those in in pursuit, and made the collective decision to hurry to the roof, where a Militech AV would be waiting.

Something in every fiber of My being said “we need to wait a minute” but Mara was just wanting to get out asap.

That feeling was correct, because as NR is being EVAC'd out in an AV & Flying over the inclusion zone, she gets a message from her brother Jayce saying "Wheres Jack? I know he's with you. His ping says he went in the building you just went in."

Mara is confused, how does Jayce know where she's at exactly? He knew she was going to City Center, but not where she would be? And Why would Jack be in City Center?

A wave of panic overcomes Mara, as she becomes visibly panicked in front of her team, the most shaken they've ever seen her. Trying to figure out whats going on, Mara is frantically calling and messaging Jack & Jayce.

Jayce isn't answering.

Jack... Answers a message, and says he made a mistake, he hears them coming, he tells her he loves her if anything was to happen to him.

At this point, Mara is ready to bust down the door of the AV and jump out to get to Jack. She gets a message from Jayce saying he's got Jack and is heading to Medcenter, meet him there.

Pushing herself in overdrive, she rushes to Medcenter. She's 2 days with very little sleep, exhausted from the last 3 days being hell.

When she arrives at Medcenter, Mara sat in a private waiting room, courtesy of her Sister in law Emma. Where she was able to close her eyes for an hour or so. Until the doctors came in and informed her that Jack was stablizing now, but he had most of his body replaced with Cyberware, because he was mauled very badly.

Getting to Jack's side, the two start discussing what happened, why he was there.

Jack had been working as a merc after he'd figured out what she was doing. He wanted to be strong enough to protect her. So he followed her, and he had no idea about the Biotechnica cybernetic mountain lion chimera lurking in the area, which had gotten the advantage over him.

After, he begins to ask Mara about why she felt the need to become a merc to begin with? Why wouldn't she just tell him what was going on?

That's when Mara breaks down, crying, confessing how things had gotten out of hand. She'd only started being a merc to make ends meet with the Clinic, how on her 3rd gig, she should have gotten the hint when their solo was beheaded before her eyes, but she didn't because the next gig she had a killswitch put on her by a rogue a.i and she has no choice at this point to keep going.

And thats when he asks.... When the killswitch is off.... Will you stop then?

The rooms air felt suffocating, as she tells him she has no choice but to report for Duty at MAXTAC, to work under Jayce.

The answer was too much for Jack to bare, his humanity took a hit when he had all that cyberware installed on top of the trauma of what happened being fresh, caused him to slip into Cyberpsychosis.

Mara was gone. Who was in front of him, he couldn't be sure who is was, but he knows it wasn't Mars.

When the hospital room lights change to red, there is an alert that starts going off to inform that a patient is going Cyberpyscho, and MAXTAC was already in the building, so they wasted no time getting to the room.

Mara, pleading Jack to stay on this side of sanity, she's grabbing his arms forcing him to look at her, saying:

Stop, please stop!! They'll take you, they'll take you-

"I'm already gone, Mars." and Jack lunges at the C-Swat team now pouring into the room.

Just as she was about to throw everything she'd built away to keep Jack Adams on this side of sanity, she was going to tell him she loved him, and would do whatever it took. But she never got the chance. He was killed in front of her.

Her humanity dropped from 31 to 1. She was immediately knocked out and detained. Where she spent the night in Maxtac holding cells after watching her best friend and love of her life murdered before her.

How did all this impact Mara?

-Well, Mara suffers from trait she can never kick from her Psychosis. She will never be able to accept responsibility for what happened to Jack.

-Mara lost her clinic A.I JOI, because Jack had taken her with him to City center, and she was damaged. Because she wasn't registered to a legitimate clinic, she wasn't able to be restored.

-She's left alone to try and run and manage a clinic that was falling apart.

-She MAY OR MAY NOT have painted a black mark on her new marriage with her Rockerboy J I H Z Z Y, because of her inability to let Jack go.

Those are just a few examples of the impact this one job took on her. Im sorry this was so long on this one thing. but I did promise to get into the meat and potatoes about this gig.

2: Lt. Mower: What is the worst betrayal your OC has faced?

The worst one Mara has ever faced.. Depending on the timeline.

LoNC- Mara was dating this guy she worked with on Trauma team(worked on another flight crew), who cheated on her with their boss... in the locker room showers... in front of Mara's whole crew.

Water on Mars- Jago and Mara had been seeing each other, he was making it very clear he wanted something more than them just stuffing it. He wanted to Mainline, He'd been making steps to clean up his life so he could give it an honest shot with her.

While, Mara is very tennative about commitment, she was receptive to the idea, but wanted to wait a bit.. She didn't want to commit and it blow up in her face. She knew he had a Wife, well he said Ex-wife as he was making steps towards divorce, she knew his life was complicated, and so was hers.

Agreeing to keep seeing each other to work on something real together, Mara was interrupted with her brother at the door, Jayce. See, Jayce and Jago have a long history, and the two hate each other.

Mara had just talked Jago into striking a deal with ODESSA, he works for them until the job is complete and they leave him alone to live in Dogtown, he can come for work, but never for leisure.

Throwing her whole reputation on the line with Titus & Jayce. Shit, she even threw her relationship with Titus away to save Jago.

& a few weeks later, he's ghosting her, and she finds out he's working for Militech, he's defected to be with his Ex-wife.

Though, it isn't until later that Mara learns it was all Jayces idea to have Jago infiltrate Militech.

13: Seaside Cafe: Does your OC like reality shows? Would they ever be in one?

Yes, Mara loves reality shows, she loves the drama. However, she couldn't ever be on one, not that she'd ever want all those eyes looking at her all the time.

I am so sorry this turned into a long winded post... I have been working on it for a few days here and there. YES I called it THANKSGIVING, because I was hopeful I would at least get it done by then, but we all know I work on my own clock lmao. TYSM for asking me about this! I'm sorry.. I know you'll probably never want to read or ask anything from me again, I totally understand.

[silver-samurai]

2, 6 and 11 for Eito for the Cyberpsychosis asks

YAY, thanks dear! I LOVE the oc asks games, it's a great opportunity to develop an OC even further <3

Cyberpsychosis Ask by @streetkid-named-desire!

2. Lt. Mower: What is the worst betrayal your OC has faced?

One might rightfully think that it was the general lack of love from his parents, or what Jenkins did to him by stripping away the only life he knew about. The worst betrayal that Eito suffered is one he tends to remove from his head.

First 3 months in Night City's Arasaka HQ, he was in a netrunning room with another runner, codename C4LLYSTO_XV; the two worked together a few times already and had a good synergy. C4LLYSTO_XV was supposed to cover Eito in case things went south. Halfway the mission, C4LLYSTO_XV almost got fried but managed to disconnect in time, leaving Eito dealing with it in a life-or-death situation. Still partially disabled due to the counter-hack just suffered, they left the room, locking it from the outside, and faked their own death by manipulating the internal records; Eito was gonna die as a result of "self-defense". A poor plan, but distracting enough to flee from Arasaka. Not only Eito survived thanks to multiple backdoors and a good ICE, but also demonstrated that C4LLYSTO_XV betrayed him and Arasaka. He was tasked to find and "dispose" of them. He took almost a week to find the desperate person hiding in the sewers, and took his sweet time to... dispose of them, remarking that the pain he was going to inflict was as big as the betrayal they inflicted. C4LLYSTO_XV begged for their life for almost 4 hours but death was never an option.

6. Bloody Ritual: Does your OC have any pre or post mission rituals or superstitions?

He's not superstitious, however, he's meticolous; his "ritual" consists in a careful planning of which weapons to bring for the gig, and a full check of each one - they must be in preem conditions to work efficiently. This is true for quick hacks too, which is why he tests every single one in a test server of his own and makes sure his ICE is in top conditions.

11. On Deaf Ears: What does your OC think about human experimentation? Would they participate in a trial if they were hard up for eddies?

Experimentation for science, if done correctly and ultra-supervised, might be ok for him... ideally speaking, of course. He wouldn't participate in experiments, unless there are lots of eddies involved (and with lots, I mean BILLIONS). Sometimes, when he finds out about a particularly shitty person (one that he prefers dead, like most CEOs and politicians), he thinks that person would be just perfect to experiment on, 'cause this is everything they're good for.

I had lot of fun replying these, thanks again <3

[olath124]

Some more for Vio aswell if you like!

Lt. Mower, Lex Talionis (V doesn't count lol) and Bloody Ritual

Lt. Mower: What is the worst betrayal your OC has faced?

The worst betrayal… Ok, her instinctive answer would probably be, being left behind by Kurt when she was little. She hated, hated, hated living in 6th gang turf without his protection and didn't get why she was left alone, what she did wrong to make him go. Now, she knows he didn't really have other choices, and he was a dumb teenager. She doesn't even clearly remember what happened but those feelings are still here.

Bloody Ritual: Does your OC have any pre or post mission rituals or superstitions?

Before every mission checking and cleaning her gun. It's a moment she takes to enter into the mood and focus. After every mission (or streak of mission) she simply crashes hard and falls asleep.

Lex Talionis: If your OC is a netrunner, or if they were a netrunner, what would their runner handle be?

ULTRAV1OL3NC3!

[mail-me-a-snail]

1, 2, or 5 for that ask game?

Demons of War: Is there a job that has left a permanent mark on your OC?

apart from the konpeki plaza heist (gunshot scar on his scalp that he hides with his hair), it would be his extraction from arasaka! he and another of arasaka's pet projects (@dearly--bel0ved 's veronica) fled arasaka with a small team of mercs (jackie included). they were chased out of the docks in a firefight.

as far as the corp knows, the mercs in the van that had come by hq that night had stolen equipment, not people. and i mean that literally, not metaphorically or allegorically or anything. they for real didn't know veronica or vance were in the back of the van. possibly also because vance scrambled both their data signatures.

he got his lip scar from that job! he had an altercation with one of the dock guards, who was equipped with thermal mantis blades, while he was leaving.

Lt. Mower: What is the worst betrayal your OC has faced?

hmm. dex was a pretty bad betrayal for vance, since that's what got jackie killed. but the worst has to be--you guessed it--when he overheard that he may be stripped for parts, to make way for a newer generation of netrunners. keep in mind that, at this point, he's been arasaka's poster boy netrunner for 13 years.

he's gone under the knife countless times (most of him is realskinn at this point); he's accepted experimental implants and grit his teeth through their physical tolls and subsequent viruses; he was so, so good, but it was only a matter of time before he became obsolete.

already answered 5 !

[tarmac-rat]

2 9 12 14 for the oc ask for ms Riley :D

Lt. Mower: What is the worst betrayal your OC has faced?

Uhhhhhhhh the Dex one is probably ranked up there as the highest, mostly because Riley deep down always knew it was a possibility-- she saw the writing on the wall regarding Dex's 'vacation' and comeback, she knew there was something rotten hidden under all that glitz and promises-- but after Jackie died, she completely let her guard down because of the shellshock. The reason it was such a bad betrayal is not because she trusted Dex but because in her eyes it was so goddamn obvious in hindsight, and if she was on her game he likely would've had a harder time getting the jump on her. Grief-process part of it aside, there is a reason she spends a lot of time going after him after the Relic zaps her back to life; you do NOT get to fuck her over and get away with it

Letter of the Law: How does your OC feel about corps? Hatred, necessary evil, etc.

Growing up in the Badlands where the corps treated nomad clans warily and mostly gave them a wide berth, she viewed them kinda like prey, in a sense-- never really gave them much further thought beyond what the convoys that ran through their routes were carrying, which was likely partly due to a youthful naïveté that didn't comprehend the full scope of the world by that point. In Night City where corpos are top dog, Riley very much has a "you don't fuck with me and I don't fuck with you" attitude towards them. She doesn't like them, but while she certainly's not going to go out of her way to sock a corpo-rat on the jaw, she's certainly not afraid to; it's more a matter of her deciding when she wants to pick her battles.

Phantom of Night City: What does your OC believe about death and what comes after?

Riley doesn't believe in life after death. When you die you die, that's it, and it's up to the living to keep your memory alive. No God and no afterlife is waiting, and she certainly doesn't really believe in higher powers. She toys with the idea that she'll go to hell when she eventually does die, but it's more a joke or a form of self-deprecation than something she actually believes will happen to her.

Second Chances: Does your OC follow any belief system? Do they have any spiritual beliefs about the world?

Riley 100% believes in the cycle of karma and that no deed goes unpunished. She doesn't believe in the concept of 'the universe' as strongly as someone like, say, Misty, but she does subscribe to the idea that the world will find a way to balance out the good that happens in your life with the bad and vice versa. It's about the closest thing to a belief system she follows outside of her own moral code, and she eventually comes to the conclusion that sometimes the karma cycle needs...uh.......a little push from time to time.

[wanderingaldecaldo]

Cyberpsychosis: 2, 6, 8 and 15 for Valerie. Thank you! 😊

Thank you for the ask, @dieselfusion! You get both versions of her. 😁

2. Lt. Mower: What is the worst betrayal your OC has faced?

Streetkid!Val: Travis. He sleezed his way into her pants (and heart) and convinced her to join 6th Street. Later Val found out he targeted her because she was a talented netrunner, and he had been tasked with scouting new talent. He lied with every breath, and cheated on her constantly. She stayed only because she didn't think she could make it on her own. After two years of his bullshit and listening to a bunch of NUSA losers deserters whine about things being better under Myers, she finally had the courage to leave and find work with fixers. Once she made the decision, Travis dropped the truth on her -- that she'd only ever been a job to him.

Corpo!Val: Everything that happened with Arasaka. She worked hard to achieve her position and produced results for the corp. It didn't matter that she was following orders from her superior, who would not hesitate to kill her for disobeying. She gave her youth to the corp and, though she received an education and training, feels they left her with nothing.

6. Bloody Ritual: Does your OC have any pre or post mission rituals or superstitions?

Streetkid!Val: if it's a big job, she'll hit up Vik to tune her cyberdeck, otherwise she will do some basic maintenance, like rebooting it and reinstalling her quickhacks. After, she usually hits up Tom's for a burger and fries.

Corpo!Val: She didn't have any before Jackie, she considered herself too practical for things like that. After his death, she usually ends up at The Afterlife and has a couple of his drinks post-gig.

8. House on a Hill: Is your OC easy to trust or are they paranoid? How vigilant are they?

Streetkid!Val: Very slow to trust now, but once someone has proven themselves, she trusts them completely. She's not very vigilant and she has been burned by trusting the wrong people, especially in her first few years on the streets, and later with Travis.

Corpo!Val: She learned very quickly as a teen at Araska not to trust anyone, and her time in intelligence/counter-intel only increased that lack of trust. She is very vigilant and has very few people she trusts fully.

15. Smoke on the Water: What does your OC actually truly think about the sex industry in Night City?

Val (both): she has no problem with it, though she wishes the street joytoys had a union and protection. Her mother was a joytoy and she knew how hard Victoria worked to keep them afloat. She also has no problem with dolls, given that they don't experience any emotional trauma from their jobs. She gets into it with Johnny every single time he makes a misogynistic comment about dolls or whores.

Cyberpsychosis Asks!

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 5.9

Holidays

Aso ote Tala Lei (Gospel Day; Tuvalu)

Birth Control Pill Day

Cameltoe Day

Damita Jo Day (Auton, Texas)

Dianetics Day

Earls Court Day (IA, KS, MN, VA, WY)

Europe Day (Schuman Declaration; EU)

Goku Day (Japan)

Hanswijk Procession (Mechelen, Belgium) [Sunday before Ascension Thursday]

Hurray for Buttons Day

John Brown Day

Lawn Mower Day

Liberation Day (Guernsey, Jersey)

Lost Sock Memorial Day

Make Believe Day

Marukh’s Day (Elder Scrolls)

Muppets Day

National Alphabet Magnet Day

National Childhood Depression Awareness Day

National Day (Alderney)

National Home Front Heroes Day

National Sleepover Day

National Teacher Appreciation Day

Ode to Joy Day

Peter Pan Day

Piccolo Day (Dragon Ball Z)

Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Fairies Foundation Day

Schuman Day

Sophie Scholl Day

State Flag and Emblem Day (Belarus)

Tear the Tags Off the Mattresses Day

Vast Wasteland Day

Victory and Peace Day (Armenia)

Victory Day (Azerbaijan, Belarus, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Georgia, Israel, Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan, Moldova, Russia, Serbia, Tajikistan, Turkmenistan, Ukraine, Uzbekistan)

Victory Day Over Nazism in World War II (Ukraine)

Webcomic Day

Xotira va Qadirlash Kuni (Day of Remembrance and Honors; Uzbekistan)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Butterscotch Brownie Day

Lawn Mower Beer Day

National Bake Sale Day

National Cookie Dough Day

National Foodies Day

National Moscato Day

Punch's Birthday (London, England) [Sunday closest to May 9]

2nd Tuesday in May

Childhood Depression Awareness Day (a.k.a. Green Ribbon Day) [Tuesday of 1st Full Week]

National Slow Down Move Over Day (Canada) [2nd Tuesday]

Independence Days

Romania (from Ottoman Empire, 1877)

Feast Days

Beatus of Lungern (Christian; Saint)

Beatus of Vendome (Christian; Saint)

Brynoth I, Bishop of Scara, Sweden (Christian; Saint)

Christopher (Eastern Orthodox Church)

Fabricius (Positivist; Saint)

George Preca (Christian; Saint)

Gerontius of Cervia (Christian; Saint)

Gina’s Blot (Pagan)

Gregory of Nazianzen (The Episcopal Church (US) and traditional Roman Catholic calendar)

Hermas (Christian; Saint)

Kermit the Frog (Muppetism)

Lemuralia, Day 1 (Ancient Rome; Dedicated to Eradicating Malevolent Spirits of the Dead)

Lost Sock Memorial Day (Pastafarian)

Medea Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Nicholas Albergati (Christian; Saint)

Nicolaus Zinzendorf (Lutheran)

Oedipus Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Olympieia (Zeus Festival; Ancient Greece)

Pachomius the Great (Christian; Saint)

Remembrance for Gudrod of Gudbrandsdal (Slavic Pagan/Asatru)

Tudy of Landevennec (Christian; Saint)

Wear Odd Socks Day Day (Pastafarian)

Yom Yerushalayim begins (Jerusalem Day; Israel) [Iyar 28]

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]

Lemuria (Day 1of 3; Ancient Rome) [Unlucky to Marry.]

Premieres

Ant Pasted (WB LT Cartoon; 1953)

A Burnt-Out Case, by Graham Greene (Novel; 1961)

Down with Love (Film; 2003)

The Draft Horse (WB MM Cartoon; 1942

The Fall (Film; 2008)

The Fifth Element (Film; 1997)

For Whom the Bulls Toil (Disney Cartoon; 1953)

Friday the 13th (Film; 1980)

A Good Time for a Dime (Disney Cartoon; 1941)

Hey There Delilah, by Plain White T’s (Song; 2006)

Hot Rod and Reel! (WB LT Cartoon; 1959)

In the Jungle of Cities, by Bertolt Brecht (Play; 1923)

Kojak Variety, by Elvis Costello (Album; 1995)

Legends of Oz: Dorothy’s Return (Animated Film; 2014)

A Mighty Wind (Film; 2003)

Neighbors (Film; 2014)

Short Circuit (Film; 1986)

Sleepy Time Donald (Disney Cartoon; 1947)

Speed Racer (Film; 2008)

Vertigo (Film; 1958)

The Winthrop Woman, by Anya Seton (Novel; 1958)

Today’s Name Days

Beatus, Caroline, Volkmar (Austria)

Beata, Dionizije, Izaija, Mirna (Croatia)

Ctibor (Czech Republic)

Caspar (Denmark)

Kahru, Ott, Otto (Estonia)

Timi, Timo (Finland)

Pacôme (France)

Beat, Caroline, Theresia, Volkmar (Germany)

Christoforos, Essaias, Isaias (Greece)

Gergely (Hungary)

Beato, Duillio, Gregorio, Luminosa (Italy)

Einārs, Ervīns, Klāvs, Rebeka (Latvia)

Austėja, Edita, Grigalius, Mingailas (Lithuania)

Jesper, Kasper (Norway)

Beatus, Bożydar, Grzegorz, Job, Karolina, Mikołaj (Poland)

Isaia, Nicolae (România)

Roland (Slovakia)

Gregorio, Isaías (Spain)

Reidar, Reidun (Sweden)

Christopher (Ukraine)

Casandra, Cassandra, Grizelda, Kasandra, Kassandra, Zelda (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 129 of 2024; 236 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 2 of week 19 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Saille (Willow) [Day 24 of 28]

Chinese: Month 3 (Bing-Chen), Day 20 (Ding-Mao)

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Moon: 82%: Waning Gibbous

Positivist: 16 Caesar (5th Month) [Camillus]

Runic Half Month: Lagu (Flowing Water) [Day 15 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 51 of 90)

Zodiac: Taurus (Day 20 of 30)

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firstly; happy birthday you wonderful fucker 💕💕 secondly, Demons of War & Lt Mower for Val, tell me about her Traumas pls <3

💖💖💖 tyyyy!!

questions

Demons of War: is there a job that left a permanent mark on your OC?

The quest where you track down Evelyn for sure. I think it's probably pretty common for people in NC to have anxiety around scavs, but I know Valentine definitely does. Ever since she got kicked out of Arasaka she always worried someone would come after her since she was exposed, and no longer had TT or any sort of assets she could use to ransom herself. And she might not have approved of Evelyn trying to cut out the middle man, but she did admire her guts. Seeing what scavs do up close, and then Evelyn's suicide really left a mark on her, although I don't think she'd admit it.

Lt. Mower: What is the worst betrayal your OC has faced?

Definitely Abernathy dumping her and then kicking her down a few rungs on the corporate ladder. In retrospect she realizes it was naive, but she spent most of her adult life being Abernathy's dog, and she just couldn't conceive of having a life without that presence. After that ordeal she adopts the outlook that everyone will eventually break her trust, with the only true variables being how severely and when. If you assume that one day someone will no longer find you useful enough to keep around, then you can't be hurt by it ever again! Right?! Flawless.

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Craftsman LT 1000 17.5HP 42" Good Working