NOIR {ON THE RUN}

[Rabbot32]

buy another hotdog without bun or condiments
lewinsky hotdog
it was gonna happen sooner or later

blf is being a bitch, the 'buy another hotdog' command was your order

[Ad Bot]

[TheEpicRobot]

>CALL A CAB | "OYSTER BAY"

[Rabbot32]

>CALL A CAB | "OYSTER BAY"

All I understood was 'call a cab'.

>CALL CAB
You wave your arm in the street and shout "TAXI". A taxi pulls up to you. It's an older model, looks like a milk truck of a car. You limber into the back, the driver looks in the mirror at you. He's a softspoken paperboy-looking sort of guy. He's even got the hat on.
"Where to, pal?"

>OYSTER BAY
The paperboy-driver nods, hits the meter, and starts driving. It's not a short drive, but he's friendly enough to talk with you about the war, price of gas, the snowstorm. He uses the phrase 'There's always somethin' goin' on' often. He makes you laugh, you make him smile. The car pulls to a curve after what feels like too short a drive. He checks the meter, winces a little, and looks up to read you the bill. Eight bucks, nuts for a taxi- but you did go pretty far.

>_

You're perfectly healthy.
You are carrying: .38 Colt, Multitool, Lockpick, Kar Ceys, Check, Knife. You have 31.92$.
You are wearing clothes made for the cold. A black wool coat falls to your calves and a felt flat-top boating hat rests on your head. Underneath you are wearing suspenders over a shirt and a holster with a gun in it.

[Freek]

>poo in hat

[TheEpicRobot]

>EXIT CAB
>DO AN INTIMIDATING CRAB DANCE

[Rabbot32]

>poo in hat

You don't have to go right now, and it's a nice hat.

>EXIT CAB

You get out of the cab without paying. The cabbie looks at you from the window with a semi-sad expression and raised eyebrows.

>DO AN INTIMIDATING CRAB DANCE

You start to squat down, and then damn near get hit by a car. You're standing on the street, genius, and the cabman still wants his money. Pay him?

>_

You're perfectly healthy.
You are carrying: .38 Colt, Multitool, Lockpick, Kar Ceys, Check, Knife. You have 31.92$.
You are wearing clothes made for the cold. A black wool coat falls to your calves and a felt flat-top boating hat rests on your head. Underneath you are wearing suspenders over a shirt and a holster with a gun in it.

[Marios]

>PAY THE FERRYMAN

>GET ON THE SIDEWALK

>DO AN INTIMIDATING CRAB DANCE

>GO TO STORAGE FACILITY

[Rabbot32]

>PAY THE FERRYMAN

You pull out your wallet and give him 8$. A warm smile spreads across his face. It looks natural on him.
"Have a happy Christmas, pal,"
He intones as he takes the cash from you and drives off.
You walk to the sidewalk briskly.

>GET ON THE SIDEWALK

You are already on the sidewalk.

>DO AN INTIMIDATING CRAB DANCE

You squat down and snap your fingers repeatedly to scare off anyone looking. Thankfully, no one is on this sidewalk. You get a strange look from a passing cop though.

>GO TO STORAGE FACILITY

Remembering that your hideout- a storage facility- is a few blocks off from here, you curse yourself for not being specific with the cabbie before starting to walk. The cold winter air leaves your black coat pocked with white that melts into nothing, same for your hat. It's cold, but your coat is keeping you warm- barely. You spot a homeless man not so fortunate, digging through trash. You don't stop walking until you reach the storage plant. You can smell the river, even from here- the smell hits you hard. Fish is a distinct smell, mixed with the saltrock the city is using to keep important lanes clear, it leaves you glad your lungs are numbing from the cold air around you.
Eventually, you make it to the place. Rows of shipping containers sit. The gate is sitting open, bent from where a car drove through it. You enter and start walking the rows, counting to yourself. You're in row five, 504, 505, 506, 507, 509-
You slip between 507 and 509. Your storage crate is put in backwards at your request. The door is still shut fast with the heavy padlock you left there on your last visit.
You are standing in front of your storage container, 402.

>_

You're perfectly healthy.
You are carrying: .38 Colt, Multitool, Lockpick, Kar Ceys, Check, Knife. You have 23.92$.
You are wearing clothes made for the cold. A black wool coat falls to your calves and a felt flat-top boating hat rests on your head. Underneath you are wearing suspenders over a shirt and a holster with a gun in it.

[NotBomberguy]

do intimidating super ultra mega squat kick dance of the perpetually lost
oh and then open your container and see what stuff is inside it

[Rabbot32]

>DO A KICKDANCE
Overcome by the winter sky and the smell of fish, you remember the time your Russian uncle taught you how to dance the prisyadka. Your knees bend and before you know it, your body is devoted to the motion, mostly on muscle-memory. You mutter a one-two one-two one-two chant to yourself to keep your timing right. You start to slip, before turning it into a graceful raise upwards, and begin to do an American kickdance, the long-legged Charleston. Your legs swing back, leaning your weight forward on one. You swing your leg forward, doing a brief bend-to-straight-legged kick outwards, before retreating backwards to the resting position, repeating the steps with the other leg, your coat flowing in freezing air and your arms swinging freely. You dance like that for three more turns, before ending it with the classic 'hop' position of a lindyhop. You feel accomplished and more awake now.

>GET YOUR JIGGY ASS INSIDE
You unlock the padlock, still tapping your foot to a rhythm only you can hear. The old red storage container swings open. You glace left and right once, to make sure no one followed you or saw you dancing like an idiot for no reason. There's a man passed out drunk upside down in a trashcan on a corner. You step inside and close the door behind you, using a pair of bars welded to the doors to lock it shut behind you via the padlock. You reach to the left, picking up a box of matches off a tiny wooden table and lighting a equally tiny candle, searching around until you find the giant battery your dad had his mechanic cannibalize out of the Model T he drove, after he wrapped it around a light pole. You found it in the garage after while going through the estate. You flick a switch you had an electrician wire up, crossing your fingers- and the single low-wattage lightbulb you had connected to it, hung from a hook a dockman welded to the ceiling, lights up. You blow the candle out and walk back to the table, replacing the two items.

You are standing in your storage crate. At the far end is a mattress with blanket and pillow. Next to the bed is a small radio you stole when you were fifteen. It crackles and one of the speakers doesn't work, but it's enough to get you the news. The crate that seconds as a chair opposite of the radio has a change of clothes, two surplus canteens filled with purified water, a can of ravioli, a fork and spoon, a can opener, and your mother's old sawn-off whippet gun.

>SUMMERIZE
Inside crate. Bed at end. Radio next to bed. Crate.
Crate contains: Ravioli, (2)Full Canteen, Cutlery, Can Opener, Whippet gun.

>WHAT THE HELL IS A WHIPPET
Illegal as forget semi-automatic sawn-off shotgun your mom's gangster boyfriend left to her in his will.

>_

You're perfectly healthy.
You are carrying: .38 Colt, Multitool, Lockpick, Kar Ceys, Check, Knife. You have 23.92$.
You are wearing clothes made for the cold. A black wool coat falls to your calves and a felt flat-top boating hat rests on your head. Underneath you are wearing suspenders over a shirt and a holster with a gun in it.

[NotBomberguy]

relabel ravioli to ravioli ravioli give me the formuoli

[Potatoh]

Find a hammer

No matter what, you must slam the hammer down on one of your gun rounds once you find one, just do it as soon as possible.

[Rabbot32]

>RELABEL RAVIOLI CAN TO "RAVIOLI RAVIOLI GIVE ME THE FORMUOLI"
I only understood you as far as 'relabel'.

>RELABEL RAVIOLI CAN
Relabel Ravioli Can to what?

>"RAVIOLI RAVIOLI GIVE ME THE FOMUOLI"
Please use one-word names.

>"RAVIOLIRAVIOLIGIVEMETHEFORMUO LI"
You can't relabel what you don't have.

>GET RAVIOLI CAN YOU PIECE OF stuff
You get the Ravioli out. The heavy weight of the can reminds you of carrying groceries into your apartment.

>RELABEL RAVIOLI CAN
Relabel Ravioli Can to what?

>"RAVIOLIRAVIOLIGIVEMETHEFORMUO LI"
Ravioli Can renamed Ravioliravioligivemetheformuo li.

>SMASH .38 WITH HAMMER
You don't have a hammer, and that would be dumb either way.

You're standing in your storage crate. You aren't fully what's going on, but it ain't good. Best to hide out for a while.

>_

You're perfectly healthy.
You are carrying: .38 Colt, Multitool, Lockpick, Kar Ceys, Check, Knife, Ravioliravioligivemetheformuo li. You have 23.92$.
You are wearing clothes made for the cold. A black wool coat falls to your calves and a felt flat-top boating hat rests on your head. Underneath you are wearing suspenders over a shirt and a holster with a gun in it.

[Refticus]

screech like a raptor inside the crate

[tber123]

Listen to the radio, change your clothes, take the whippet gun