LI Inc. Headquarters
| LI Inc. Headquarters | |
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| Location: | Downtown Twilight |
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It's been a while since any new business opened in downtown Twilight, particularly one big enough to need several towers. Knowing the city's luck, it'll be an arm of some vast criminal conspiracy.
You make your way to the lobby and through its forest of floor-length banners. Each one advertises a different computer, but nothing better than you could build and nothing cheaper than a new Lexura.
Without a computer installed:
Past the banners, the receptionist seems quite agitated. By which I mean she screams "We didn't have anything to do with it! Go away!"
When she realizes you are not, in fact, a reporter, she apologizes quickly. Apparently, something's gone drastically wrong with the city's computers and the reporters haven't given her a moment's rest since.
She calms down noticably when you mention you don't even have a computer. She explains that everyone's down except a few homebrew enthusiasts and folks with the new machines from LI.
First time per retcon, on or after October 2:
Past the banners, the receptionist seems quite agitated. By which I mean she screams "We didn't have anything to do with it! Go away!"
When she realizes you are not, in fact, a reporter, she apologizes quickly. Apparently, something's gone drastically wrong with the city's computers and the reporters haven't given her a moment's rest since.
She perks up noticably when you mention your computer is working. After a moment, she runs into the back.
She comes back out with a plastic baggie. "Here, take this home with you and try it out. The egg... researchers have developed it for exactly this sort of situation. It's a tiny submarine for exploring inside computers."
That sounds pretty crazy. But if there isn't a submarine in there, hey, free plastic baggie.
You got an item: submicroscopic submarine 
After October 14, 2012, without a blue lawn dart while not part of a league:
Past the banners, the receptionist seems quite agitated, but smiles ruefully she notices it's you. "I hope that little sub helps. The reporters will not leave me alone. It's like they think we have a secret weapon that'll let us destroy the virus that's messing everything up. As if. I heard some people might, though. They're calling themselves Leagues."
On or after October 14 2012 with a blue lawn dart while not part of a league:
Past the banners, the receptionist seems quite agitated, but smiles ruefully she notices it's you. "I hope that little sub helps. The reporters will not leave me alone."
When you show her the lawn dart, her eyes light up. "That actually looks like it might be useful in the fight against VIL... the rogue software. If you turn that over, the company would be happy to lend a tower to you and whatever crazy league of super heroes you belong to. Think about it."
Create a League (for one blue lawn dart)
- On or after October 14 2012, while in a league that has not yet defeated V.I.L.L.A.I.N.:
Past the banners, the receptionist seems quite agitated, but smiles ruefully she notices it's you. "I hope that tower helps. Hopefully you can get this contained."
As you walk away with the proverbial weight of Twilight on your shoulders you hear her mutter "who names a program 'VILLAIN' anyway?"
On or after October 14, 2012, while in a league that has defeated V.I.L.L.A.I.N.:
Past the banners, the receptionist smiles at you. "Heard you've had some luck with the debugging! The eggheads don't know how many copies of VILLAIN got loose... I mean, how many copies of the rogue software might be in the wild, but they're behind you one hundred percent!"
History
- From September 24 2012 to September 27 2012:
It's been a while since any new business opened in downtown Twilight, particularly one big enough to need several towers. Knowing the city's luck, it'll be an arm of some vast criminal conspiracy.
You make your way to the lobby and through its forest of floor-length banners. Each one advertises a different computer, but nothing better than you could build and nothing cheaper than a new Lexura.
Prices aside, there's no obvious criminal activity. The receptionist is even fairly friendly, once she can tear herself away from her browser game.
From what she says, management plans to "aggressively leverage synergies in a public-private partnership to capitalize on open market share." It doesn't mean anything to her either, but it doesn't sound like they want to blow up the city.
- From September 28 2012 to October 1 2012:
It's been a while since any new business opened in downtown Twilight, particularly one big enough to need several towers. Knowing the city's luck, it'll be an arm of some vast criminal conspiracy.
You make your way to the lobby and through its forest of floor-length banners. Each one advertises a different computer, but nothing better than you could build and nothing cheaper than a new Lexura.
Past the banners, the receptionist seems quite agitated. By which I mean she screams "We didn't have anything to do with it! Go away!"
When she realizes you are not, in fact, a reporter, she apologizes quickly. Apparently, something's gone drastically wrong with the city's computers and the reporters haven't given her a moment's rest since.
She calms down noticably when you mention yours are mostly working. She explains that everyone's down except a few homebrew enthusiasts and folks with the new machines from LI.
- From October 2 2012 to October 14 2012, after getting the sub:
It's been a while since any new business opened in downtown Twilight, particularly one big enough to need several towers. Knowing the city's luck, it'll be an arm of some vast criminal conspiracy.
You make your way to the lobby and through its forest of floor-length banners. Each one advertises a different computer, but nothing better than you could build and nothing cheaper than a new Lexura.
Past the banners, the receptionist seems quite agitated, but smiles ruefully she notices it's you. "I hope that little sub helps. The reporters will not leave me alone."
On October 14 2012, without a blue lawn dart:
It's been a while since any new business opened in downtown Twilight, particularly one big enough to need several towers. Knowing the city's luck, it'll be an arm of some vast criminal conspiracy.
You make your way to the lobby and through its forest of floor-length banners. Each one advertises a different computer, but nothing better than you could build and nothing cheaper than a new Lexura.
Past the banners, the receptionist seems quite agitated, but smiles ruefully she notices it's you. "I hope that little sub helps. The reporters will not leave me alone. It's like they think we have a secret weapon that'll let us destroy the virus that's messing everything up. As if."
