Roxy Reefer
Adventurer

BTW are you calling this computer a PDA or a Phone? Either way, look for the survival analysis map app, see if you can scan beyond doors and stuff.

>>901799
>label is colorful smudge but has been opened recently
Sounds like scavenged food. Hope you didn't arrive in a post-apocalyptic world.

>it's cold
Mildly concerning. Might want to start walking to find shelter and a source of food/water, but if I were you I'd familiarize yourself with your new computer first. Maybe see if you can take a better picture with it.

Also keep the health manual. The material it's made out of could be useful.

>>901799
>name, job
Helen, explorer

>>901803

Not necessarily, they could be a herm. Their vibrator could have been blocking it.
Additionally, we also haven't seen their chest size yet, so that is still in flux.

>>902197
Seconded for penis.

>>902344
No penis plz. Also, the MC is referred to with a "she" so, as far as I'm concerned, the gender is already decided.

>>902347
Now hold on there buckaroo, just because they have extra equipment, doesn't mean they aren't a she. Esp since they have a feminine build and feminine parts (which may or may not be their only parts).

No extra dick shenanigans.

Dick shenanigans! Count me in!

>>902197
Third

>>901799
I'm on board the herm train.

Follow the thing that ran off. Attempt to make contact.

Herm with or without balls?
(partial to "with" myself, since, assuming it is functional, that would make more sense, biologically speaking)

Also what chest size?
(voting for large, but not unnaturally so)

btw, is the sweaty ball biological? (biological computer perhaps?)

What the hell are you all on about. unless that thing gets intergalactic internet coverage, worry about food/shelter now and social media profiles later.

>>/questdis/125561

>>902513
Second post was about the huge ball that secreted the greasy stuff. It reminded me of a thing i read once upon a time where there was a huge fleshy ball that was a biological supercomputer. (first post was unrelated)

>>902511
I want to make it clear that this is assuming we do go this route, which we may not (and that is okay).

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Re-inspecting the shutters to the rear, she didn't find much chance of getting them open right now.
'These metal shutters aren't going anywhere soon. Weird, they're rumbling, veeery slightly. I can't really make it out. Bad weather? I'd better leave it for now.'

Taking a close look at the strange spherical shape in the cement didn't reveal much more to her.
'Definitely cement, or at least something as solid.'
'This stuff oozing through is kind of unpleasant, it's almost like a bunch of different fluids that don't mix to well are leaking through different parts of the surface. Some oily, some watery, some sticky. Smells I just don't recognize, it's... totally alien.'
'I think I'll stop messing with it.'
She cleaned her palms of all trace of the slightly unpleasant secretions using the scraps of suit.
'Whatever it is, it's not doing anything more than be wet and drippy right now.'

With an extra pocket in the bag, she saw no harm in keeping her deceased sex toy around for a little longer, and took a few more minutes organise inventory and dust the last little bits of itchy foil from her body.
'If I throw this thing on the floor here I'm never going to feel it's clean enough to use again. I've got a spare pocket now that I've unpacked the survival computer thing anyway.'
She stowed her deceased sex toy in the final empty pocket of her carrybag. Bag now filled with, 1x B.Water, 2x Food, 1x T.Shock E.Kit, 1x Vibrator(unlogged), and a pocket of kipple.
'Well, most of this suit is just scraps now, I couldn't even salvage enough of it to make a shoestring bikini. The gloves and boots are made of sturdy rubber though, I'd better keep those. Plus the undersuit, it's not much but it'll give my chest a little support for now.'

Focussing some attention to the survival computer, she poked around the system with experimental voice commands.
'Survival Computer is kind of a mouthfull, I can't call it a Smartphone, it's not really a phone. I'll go with PDA for now, Personal Digital Assistant, sounds close enough.'
Profile item updated, Survival Computer renamed to PDA.
'That was easy enough, I bet I could get the hang of this thing quickly.'
Let's see...'
"Hello? Settings? Options...?"

Working with the fairly limited voice interface didn't reveal all that much more than different lists of voice commands that often had only heiroglyphic descriptions. The device itself seemed to take only the most simple instructions, light on, light off, and program selections, the individual programs pre-loaded onto the simple computer each had their own interfaces.
'The profile program is easy enough, camera seems to work mostly by itself and automatically records images of things the first time it sees them and puts them in a list of unknown entries I can browse and update later. I can't change those numbers though, they seem to be generated automatically... huh, the four numbers on my profile went back to 10. Fondling myself doesn't seem to do anything, even in front of the camera, the thing must figure all that out on its own. At least I managed a more flattering photograph. Simple as point and say click. Old one seems to be saved permanently though... dammit. Maybe I'll leave the rest of the info blank for now, maybe I'll feel a little more decisive later.'
'Each of the mystery stats has it's own profile though, weird ones separate from the unlogged or categorised items lists. It just has that single letter in the title bar, there's no room for an image and the bottom section is just... pages of encrypted nonsense. It just keeps going, and all the symbols are scrambled into obscurity.'

'It looks like I can get a list of software intalled on the PDA, just the three. Profiles. Then a much more cryptic one coming second that seems to just bring up a big magnifying glass asking for voice commands. There don't seem to be any words in it, no matter what I ask the search panel, it just gives me a list of different sets of numbers. It seems useless.'

'The third one is some kind of encyclopedia, but it doesn't seem to be any different from the digital labraries back home, all the same books and public records, no new ones. It's different from the other two, the interface has a nice commercial design and all kinds of clear instructions. That's kind of comforting. No info for my current predicament, but at least there's intructions for how to do basic things I could need. Sadly it's no instruction manual for the other software though.'

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She shivered, sighed, pulled her simple protection from the elements back over her chest then slung the packed bag over her shoulder. It was time to move on, there was little left to pick over in this little slice of concrete wasteland, and the chill was getting a bit cruel on those exposed nipples.
'Well, the empty cans and packaging around the place looks familiar enough, even if I can't make out the branding. That can could have come out of any old vending machine back home, by the looks of things. I'm sure there's more around... among other... things.'
The room felt a little quieter, the cold pressed down on her back a little more.

She marched forward into the only open door she could see, until interrupted by the flashing of the PDA, which now made a slightly different alert tone. A clean bell ringing until she brough the device up.

The screen showed only the magnyfying glass from the second program again, venturing through the forward seemed to have irritated it, as she took a couple more steps into the stairway the screen only started blinking, ringing, and flashing more insistently.

'What the heck do you want...?'

Your PDA is making loud noises to get your attention. That's an indication of danger, so try finding a different route.

It seems to be detecting something. Some environmental hazard perhaps.

My suggestions (in order of preference):
A) Nothing to worry about, it's just a tentacle trap. Ignore the warning and walk up the stairs.
B) "lights on", and look around if you notice anything suspicious. Open the scanner app and check if it's got any new info to show. If it's still only numbers then, well, nothing to do but to ignore the warnings and keep moving on.
C) Turn around and try your luck with the box next to the shutter. Perhaps you can find a sharp object in your kipple that could open it.

>>902807
Stop. Turn the light on, look around.
Ask it to "search" or "scan". Maybe try asking it for a threat listing?

Make finding duct tape (or whatever analog you can find) a top priority. Strong tape is crucial to just about anything you may try to do (seeing as you dont have welding, soldering, sewing, bolting, riveting, or other attaching tools).

Is that hair or a horn?

"scan?"

maybe it's picked up something, kinda like how a metal detector beeps a lot when it's over metal.

Maybe it wants you to take pictures of this alien place before you leave?

Scan the doorway for tripwires or other hidden dangers.

You have a tooltip!

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"Lights on."

The little light in hand made a big difference. Colour vision was restored, though there was still very little to see yet. A small set of bare cement stairs lead down to a little utility nook with a deep stairway at the back. Her own very certainly stylish hair also easier to make out in the light.
'Well, it's safe at least. Though I wouldn't eat off of it.'
'A little old cabling and some buckets stacked in the corner, but it's all so old that the plastic has begun to collapse in on itself. There's nothing of use in this little room.
'This incline is pretty steep and there's rust all over the stairs, but they're sturdy. Nothing dangerous yet.'
'There's those smells again, getting a little stronger, like a hospital mixed in with a dirty old motor. It's blowing right up the narrow stairway.'

She navigated the voice command interface on the PDA, after she began interacting with it again it had stopped complaining.
'None of the numbers in the profile and inventory program have changed, in fact it doesn't seem to be looking for attention at all. This second one with the magnifying glass screen is the only one actively doing anything.'
"Scan...?"

The small 'mouth' icon that advertised the mysterious search screen's voice command interface vanished. Replaced with a simple animated 'waiting' icon that blinked for a moment while she spoke, which was then replaced with a simple representation of a spinning radar display in the ring of the icon, just like from the movies. The plastic grew slightly warmer, even moreso than it did when the light was first turned on. A completely new screen of numbers showed up for a split second, too fast to make out, before a large red X covered it, the program then returned to the magnifying glass, and the device cooled down again.
'I... guess it's looking for a different input, that seemed to get halfway there though. Maybe I just need to be more specific?'

She sighed, slightly more frustrated, slightly more excited, peeking over the edge of the handrail at the stairs below. She could see it went down a few floors, maybe even more, many many more. She got a little vertigo, but the handrail held her weight well...

>>903644
"scan for threats" or "scan for movement"?

>>903644

Guess we gotta figure out what it wanted.

"Scan me." "Scan area." "Scan room." "Scan IFF." "Scan for energy." "Scan this metal." "...Scandalous?"

Heh, this PDA is so frustrating to use.
"Scan air", "Scan atmosphere", "Scan for life", "Hazard scan"... we could sit here all day trying to figure out what this app does. Or maybe it doesn't do anything - the reason for that red X being the lack of internet connection.

Anyway, try those and then climb down and if nothing points to extreme danger.

"help"

Try "scan for electromagnetic emission sources." This should catch not only any radio transmitters that may be nearby but other EM sources like electrical transformers or high voltage lines. Failing that, try "scan for radio signals" to narrow it down to something this annoying PDA might be capable of doing.

Also, "scan for hazardous radiation sources" would be a good one to do. That'll pick up anything like nuclear waste or fuel who's containment has failed or a active nuclear reactor with damaged shielding, all things you'll definitely want to avoid.

Scan for electrical activity. Also, grab that extension cord.

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Unfortunately the length of extension cable, like the other dregs left upstairs, was too decrepit to be carried along, it began to fall apart when handled.
She hiked down the stairwell, every second landing had a doorway, but each one was either bricked over or welded shut. All the while speaking to the brightly glowing device, which refused or drew blanks on command after command.
'Atmosphere, hazards, radiation, life... all blanks. It just gives me a single row of zeroes, but at least that's better than a big red cross.'

Until she came to the first open doorway, what looked to be the only open doorway for the next few stories worth of stairwell, a quick peek showing a couple more blocked entries further down. She stopped in the open entry, the actual door missing completely. Improvised spiked barricades barely visible in the distant hallway. The walls weren't bare concrete here, but plastered smooth then painted, and then spattered with bullet holes.
"Scan for electrical, or electromagnetic activity."
The little screen spun, warmed up, then spat out a new set of numbers. Finally.

'There we go. Four sets of three numbers, under an hourglass, an exclamation point, and what looks like a stack of shiny discs pushed to one side by the little speaker ring.'
'How this little thing figured these numbers out is anyone's guess, they could be exact measurements, they could be guesswork.'
'Maybe they're even wrong.'

She quieted, lowering the light and listening down the hall, there was a slightly stronger breeze in this hall, the air was a little fresher.
'I guess I'll have to pick one and see what happens...'

wow this room's chewed up by bullet holes, better be careful. check out the sign above you, maybe your PDA has some kind of translation software available? Try telling it to translate

Hmm. The first question about these numbers would be, are they related to the icons? If not, then maybe these are some sort of coordinates. But if these numbers are related to the icons above, then my guess as to what they mean would be:
Hourglass icon (something related to time): Use Duration or Cooldown Duration?
Discs icon (something related to battery or storage): Use Duration, Storage Consumption?
Exclamation icon (something related to danger or warning): Chance to Fail, Intensity, Warning something something
Oh, we can select one of the 4 number rows? If we can select one of them, then either we're selecting a scanner type, a value type, or one of the electromagnetic sources.

Anyway, pick the second one, 9.7.14. If nothing too interesting happens then proceed down the hall.

>>904068

Could be coordinates of some sort, could be frequencies and amplitudes. Even measurements of general interference. Could be a lot of things with electromagnetism.

Also it definitely looks like we teleported into the remains of a massive warzone.

Let's follow the fresh air, for now -- try to make our way outside, figure out where we even are.

Go towards the highest number, it's either closest or strongest.

>>904068
Pick the first one. 20 either means an immediate threat or a very far away one and we need to know which.

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'Luckily the signage here is pretty readable. It looks like old computerised glass, really old glass, it's run down to the point it's gone a cloudy green and the display is frozen halfway through showing whatever was ticking accross it.'
'Unluckily, the rooms nearby are picked clean. I already came from the "EMERGENC" exit, and the UTILITY side rooms are filled with furniture so old there's nothing left but rusty pipe frames collapsing under their own weight.'
'There are a lot of bed frames in there, but I don't think they've seen a mattress in a long time.'

'There's not much else I can do now. This scanner's probably the best lead I've got, whatever it's going to do.'
'So.. the first option has the biggest number up front, there's really only one way to figure out what these really mean from here. Here's hoping those aren't hours of walking time.'

"Select... option 1?"
The little palm full of glowing plastic thankfully responded right away this time. It returned to the magnifying glass, the spinning 'radar' popped in, and the needle stuck in one direction, pointing further into the dark hallway. Three numbers from the previous screen hovered off to the side, none changed.

'Ok, no inspiring phrases come to mind.'
'Please don't be spiders?'

The little black wedge reoriented itself as she turned around, and she followed it into the shadows. The halls wound around, there was a maze of looted rooms and blocked hallways, but the little black marker lead the way around locked doors and cieling high barricades with surprising reliability.

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She eventually turned a corner to find a larger junction, with sets of doubled stairways leading in different directions, one partially blocked with metal barricades, the other weakly sealed with hanging plastic sheets. However, before she can begin picking through the details, something scrambles into the middle of the light.

A blur of white fuzz and scratching claws made it half way accross the hall before coming to a sudden halt, the moment its pink eyes stared right at her the little screen in her hand took a photograph, made a new entry, and displayed four numbers next to the snapshot.

The slightly runtish, albino rodent, quickly grabbed at a buckler-looking mess of rusty metal than hung from its hip. Scruffy body compressing like a steel spring.

It does not speak anything intelligible.

>>907770
Looks like the first number in the scan gives relative distance. Like "time to reach". I'm guessing the third number is how strong the reading is, and the second one... not sure. Area maybe?

>a ratman approacheth!
Should've picked up a weapon. Try backing away slowly.

When you were moving, did any of the 3 numbers on the scan change?

A = Attack, D = Defense, S = Special, C = Constitution ...maybe.

Pull out your trusty dildo and take a defensive posture. If it attacks you, prepare to evade and counterattack.

>>907778
S is probably speed and C is charm/charisma.

>>907780
S is Swag and C is Chutzpah

>>907778
+1 for going en garde with your dildo.

Well, the good news is, this metal hellscape still supports life!
Grab one of the barricades and play lion tamer with the rat before bashing its head in.

>>907806
Those things are massive. The bed frames in the other room are weak enough that maybe she could grab some pipe off it, or do the lion taming with those.

Grab a pipe or something sharp, we might have to stab or bash its head in, cuz that thing don't look too friendly.