Expendable

𝔻𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕟: ℝ𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕦𝕣𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖

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Link me to it!

@The Savant

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𝔻𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕟: ℝ𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕦𝕣𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖

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I would say the reputation of safety officers can be anywhere between "friendly conversation" to people disappearing after they visit at times. It really depends on what level of risk the person was at and what they were doing.

Pretty much think of men in black for the most part. The more Crystalline blue they have uniform wise, the more you want to be careful with what you are saying and why you are saying it type of deal. For example, Klay is in full Crystalline uniform. Lupton would only have a Crystalline blue undershirt dress shirt.

@The Savant

This might be better as a shared post.

𝔻𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕟: ℝ𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕦𝕣𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖

@The Savant - So what are the reputations of safety officers? Are they like the Committee for State Security? People you wouldn't want to meet on a bright sunny day in a happy theme park thronging with people, much less some dank back alley behind yet another coffee shop, or at 3 A.M. when they knock down your door and drag you away?

𝔻𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕟: ℝ𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕦𝕣𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖

Kit Galloway

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"One moment," Kit called out to the muffled voices as he buttons up his shirt. "I was about to have lunch...."
"Kit," Gator whispered urgently, her green face contorted with concern. "Lock up the tiffin or we'll never be rid of them!"

The muffled voices were still talking as he pressed the hidden button, which stopped the transducers vibrating the windows as they became transparent once more, the blinds scrolling back up and then unlocking the door. Directing Gator to the corner, he walked over and slid it open, then frowned up at the two unfamiliar faces of Klay and Lupton at his door. Where was his mooching co-workers?

"Ah, excuse me gentlemen," Kit said, a polite, professional smile returning to his face. "Office privacy filters, can't hear a thing when they're on. I'm Kit Galloway, Business Resolutions Analyst. Is there something I can help you with?"

𝔻𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕟: ℝ𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕦𝕣𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖

I'm going to post Pilka some time today or tomorrow. However, I am going to throw a post in with his post. Like an NPC post and someone bothering your character @Expendable If that is alright with you?

@The Savant

Kit's rumored to be a mutant, even if nobody knows exactly what sort of mutant he is supposed to be, so it's expected. Although someone will have to wait until the door's unlocked. It is his lunch time.

𝔻𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕟: ℝ𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕦𝕣𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖

I made reference to chicken being cultured on a machine, I hope that's okay. Rather than a chicken farm (I'm sure they're around), meat is cultured in a vat of nutrients forming a large ball. It's real beef, real chicken, real pork, just having never grown a head. A couple of these machines would feed a neighborhood, with the meat growing back after some hours.

𝔻𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕟: ℝ𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕦𝕣𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖

Kit Galloway

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There was the distant chime of the suite doorbell, then as Kit Galloway glanced at the time in the corner of his display, he heard a very familiar yelp from Deacon Salisbury. A ghost of a smile graced his lips. One would have thought a member of the Cult of Strength would be more... manly.

There was a familiar knock on his door, and it slid aside to reveal a grinning Gator, in Galloway livery, holding aloft his tiffin, all locked up. It didn't pay to take chances someone wasn't out to get you.

"Still not eating the boss?" she asked, stepping inside.
"Still not eating with the boss in the executive dining room," he corrected. "And certainly glad not to be doing it today. Shut the door."

Gator turned, sliding the door closed. Kit pressed a hidden button under the edge of his desk and listened to the lock of his reinforced door latched. The inner windows opaques and begin to vibrate as the thermal blinds scroll down. Gator cocks an ear curiously. "That new?"

"New Aluvahin band," he admitted. "All songs praising the ancestors. I recorded several live tracks while I was investigating that warehouse case last week. Mixing two tracks and something from the archive called 'Crazy Frog, should block the listeners.'"

"More classical music?" Gator sighs, rolling her eyes.
"Did you bring it?"
"Of course," Gator replied, producing an autoinjector and handing it over.
"Ah, thank you..!" Kit replied, a rare grin on his face as he started prepping it. "Any trouble on the trolley?"
"A podder," the dweller shrugged, "Wanted quote about the ceiling idiots, then tried to bribe me to tell him your mutation."

"Are they still on about that?" Kit sighs, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, then pulling back the left side of his shirt to reveal the stainless steel ring and the red synthetic material for the injection port on his muscular chest. "What did you tell him?"

"I played the crazy dweller," Gator smiled, the green in her cheeks blushing darkly, "And I promised to tell him everything I know, as long as I got his liver and one of his eyes."
"His liver?" Kit smirked, pressing the bottom of his autoinjector over the port. Pushing down on the button, the autoinjector whirled as its contents poured into him.
"I thought it was a fair trade, he looked nice and plump. You need to swim more," Gator noted, nodding at his chest. "Soften those muscles."
"Yeah, I do," Kit sighed, pulling the injector away and tossing it onto his desk where Gator plucked it up and tucked it away again inside her clothes.

"So, what did you bring for lunch? Fresh liver?"
"Chicken curry, they used the new machine to culture the chicken, very nice."

Umbra Rose Condos

@Expendable

Hi bud how are you doing on your post?

@Eviledd1984

Sorry, a lot of urgent commitments suddenly came due. is your character entering the duct to chase after the gremlins?

𝔻𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕟: ℝ𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕦𝕣𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖

Kit

Name - Kit Galloway

Age: 24

Reference

Physical Description:
Standing at 5' 8", Kit makes you think of a savvy alley cat. They have wide jade-green eyes. Their thick, curly, ash brown hair is worn in a casual style. Weighing in at 139 pounds, they have a graceful, wiry build and is double-jointed. Their skin is pale. They have small ears and long-fingered hands. Due to the nature of their job, Kit's wardrobe is complicated.

Enhancements:
BioMonitor II: This is a long-term medical device, with an injection port located on the upper left chest that can store various drugs that it can release over time directly into the blood stream. On his left wrist, there's a subdermal display that can be used by a doctor. The unit monitors his medical stats and can alert nearby medical systems if there's an issue, even shock his heart with internal defibulators.

SecondBrain: This rather unique bit of hardware is implanted near the base of the spine and acts as an encrypted archive that only the operator can access.

Status: Business Resolution Analyst, Galloway Industries. License to carry.

Backstory:
First-born of Oliver Reed & Naomi Christensen, there were unexpected complications with the birth. Rumor claims Naomi tried to strangle her child, reasons unknown. She left hospital the next day and filed for divorce two days later.

Part of the divorce settlement was NDAs to all parties involved, but rumors suggest Kit had some sort of mutation.

A nurse who was hired by the Christensen household reportedly misunderstood her instructions and abandoned the child near a Burrower encampment where it was rumored that they eat abandoned babies (it's not a rumor). On discovery, a recovery team was dispatched - and Kit was found in the care of a young dweller named Gator who had rescued him before he was discovered by others.

Oliver ordered the recovery team bring the dweller as well.

Within the week, the baby was officially disinherited and transferred to the Galloway cadet branch, with fees for his and Gator's care coming from the Christensen household.

Kit spent his formative years with home tutors and Gator, before being entered into a private high school for his junior years. Rumors that he was a mutant followed him, but Kit had a medical waiver that kept him out of the Physical Education class, so there's no conclusion one way or the other. However, three months into the school year, he wound up becoming a member of an after-school host club being run by the son of the school's principal.

College followed graduation, and he's spent the last two years at Galloway Industries where he wound up in their Business Analysis group as a Resolution specialist, a sort of internal company detective.

Welp, here I am!

Greetings and salutations!