>>2513011
Hello FQ

Waiting warmly, op

world.execute(you);

Last train to Pound Town, choo choo motherfuckers.

The time has come, and so have...
No wait, I haven't.

Best part of Saturday

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Fuck yeah, best time of the week is here.

It's been great rereading all the old threads in the past week. So many details I'd forgotten about.

It also reaffirmed how much I like Renee.

>What is warned may never die.
I really fucking hope you meant "warmed" and not "warned"

>>2513031
Who?
But seriously, I hope she'll make an appearance soon.

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It's 5:30 AM on what will be your first day of work. A Monday morning that begins the same weird way Friday, Saturday and Sunday did: with your childhood friend Whitney snoring not-so-softly beside you while you drift in and out of sleep on the bottom bunk of your dorm room bed. Whitney has been inseparable from you - literally, more or less - since she stole your virginity a few days ago. Her naked body is so warm it's almost hot, the muscles taut but softly so, and she's easy to hold. Comfy.

It's your phone that wakes you, the vibration of its ringing rattling it across your bedside table. But you've always been slow to fully regain consciousness after sleeping - and it's Whitney who, springing into wakefulness, lunges across your body, takes the phone and answers it.

"That's right, bitch!" she says. "I told you-- oh. Hi, Cerise. Sorry, no, I didn't mean you-- yeah, he's here. Hold on."

You grab the phone from her. Covering the speaker, you hiss: "what the hell was that about? What's wrong with you?" She sits up on her knees and shrugs, her skin weirdly blue-tinted in the predawn light coming through the window.

You put the phone to your ear. "What do you want?"

"Why is Whitney answering your phone?" Cerise says. "Is she your secretary now or what?"

You don't answer.

"Where are you, anyway?" Cerise asks.

"I was sleeping. You know, in my bed."

"Then why is Whitney--" there's a brief pause on the other end. Then: "Oh. I see."

Another awkward pause.

"Tell Whitney she needs to make better choices," Cerise says. "I know she's not the brightest but I didn't know she had such awful taste, too."

"Did you call me just to shit on me, or...?"

"Not that I care about Whitney or anything," Cerise says, "but you're not just leading her on, are you? She really cares about you, as dumb as that is."

[ ] She's my girlfriend now.
[ ] Forget about it. Get on with whatever you called about.

>>2513039
He got warned and the post where we fucked Whitney deleted last thread because /qst/ doesn't allow smut, so all future sex scenes will be in pastebins.

>>2513048
>[ ] Forget about it. Get on with whatever you called about.

Don't want Whitney getting too possessive or Cerise too jealous.

>>2513048
[X] She's my girlfriend now.

>>2513048
>[X] Forget about it. Get on with whatever you called about.

staying in character, mane

>>2513048
>"Not that I care about Whitney or anything," Cerise says
They grow up so fast.
>[x] Forget about it. Get on with whatever you called about.

>>2513048
>>[x] Forget about it. Get on with whatever you called about.

>>2513048
>[x] She's my girlfriend now.
It's the truth. We must be speak with radical honesty.

[X] girlfriend

[x] She's my girlfriend now.

>>2513048
>[ ] Forget about it. Get on with whatever you called about.

>>2513051
>I can't even -read- my porn
Jesus, I get that it's a blue board, but even /a/ isn't that draconian

>>2513048
>[x] Forget about it. Get on with whatever you called about.
This isn't gonna bite us in the ass at all.

though it would be entertaining when it does

>>2513048
>[ ] Forget about it. Get on with whatever you called about.

>>2513048
>[x] Forget about it. Get on with whatever you called about.
Since we're back to Alabaster being a rude motherfucker, it'd just seem out of character for him to feel that attached to Whitney already.

>>2513048
[ ] She's my girlfriend now.

>>2513048
>[x] Forget about it. Get on with whatever you called about.

We're doing it live.

>>2513048
>[X] Forget about it. Get on with whatever you called about.

Never too early

>>2513099
were just tsun and in self denial

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>[x] Forget about it. Get on with whatever you called about.

"Always the chivalrous one," Cerise says. You can hear the disapproving frown. "Meet me on level B-3 of the parking garage across the street from DA. 6:30."

"Why?"

"Vivian's orders. She wants me to chaperone you in. And god knows Princess Vivian always gets what she wants."

"At the risk of sounding like a broken record - why?"

Cerise sighs. "Been watching the news lately? There's tons of protesters outside the DA campus. And security, too, because of the protests. It'll be a nightmare getting through the crowd. Plus there's an all-hands meeting at 7:00. Mandatory attendance."

You massage your face. "I'll be there, I guess."

You hang up. "I have to go to work," you tell Whitney.

She pouts. It's kind of cute, honestly.

"I'll be back later on tonight," you tell her. "I'm in this dorm at least until my dynamics final on Wednesday."

You swing your legs over the edge of the bed and start to stand, but Whitney latches onto one of your arms and pulls you back into the warmth of the sheets and blankets.

"One more time before you go!" she insists.

[ ] One more time.
[ ] I can't be late on my first day.

>>2513048
[X] Forget about it. Get on with whatever you called about.

>>2513108
oh, tough one
[custom] a peck on the lips

>>2513108
>[x] I can't be late on my first day.
>I'll make it up to you.

>>2513108
>[ ] I can't be late on my first day.
>Be sure to drop the kids off okay?

>>2513108
>[X] I can't be late on my first day.
a good work ethic is important

>>2513108
>[x] I can't be late on my first day.

[x] I can't be late on my first day.

>>2513108
>5:35 by now
>6:30 rendezvous for a 7:00 meeting
We've been stuffing you for the last three days, you can wait.

>[x] I can't be late on my first day.

>>2513108
>[X] I can't be late on my first day.
Gotta be responsible enough that your boss puts up with how much of an asshole you are.

>>2513108
>[ ] parting smooch

>>2513021

I wouldn't mind if Best had a bigger one than us, though a feminine penis would slso be nice .

>>2513108
>[ ] I can't be late on my first day.

>>2513108
>[ ] I can't be late on my first day.
And promise her you'll give her head when you get home.

>>2513108
[x] I can't be late on my first day.

>>2513131
Something angel something something elephant

>>2513108
>We'll fuck on the way there.

>>2513108
>[ ] I can't be late on my first day.
Give her headpats.

[X] A kiss goodbye

>[x] I can't be late on my first day.

As we all know, every female in this universe can smell the faintest hint of semen from miles away, and we can't be late on top of that.

>>2513108
>[X] I can't be late on my first day.
As much as it pains me

>>2513131
A small one would be better if they plan on wearing cute underwear.

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>>2513153
We dont know if we have that pheromone magic in every universe. Wouldnt that be awesome, though? Could speed up our progress with the others.

>>2513164
Traps look great in boxers though

>>2513108
[X] I can't be late on my first day
Also peck on the lips

>>2513167
>>2496404
>"Once removed," you grumble. "Are you a bloodhound or something? No. I'm not fucking her."
At the very least, it carries over for Whitney, and nothing has even happened yet in that case. I can only imagine how it'll be once it does.

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>[x] I can't be late on my first day.

Whitney's pout this time is genuine, and a little heart-rending, albeit still pretty cute.

"You better not cum inside anyone else while you're gone!" she says.

...Okay, the cuteness of it is an acquired taste.

"I'll make it up to you," you tell her, standing and groping in the half-light for your pants.

"You're going to fuck so many girls while you're on your internship!" Whitney moans. She grabs the sides of her head with both hands and buries her face in the covers. Her voice is muffled now: "I taught you how good sex with a 3D girl feels and now you're gonna abandon me!"

You peer down at her, unsure how to respond. Frankly, unless another girl forces herself on you with the same audacity of Whitney, you're not sure you'd have the social skills to find someone who would willingly cheat with you.

...Cheat?

"It'll be fine..." you tell her limply.

Whitney's head pops up. "No! I'm making a rule!" she says. "Executive action!" She hobbles to her feet and stands on her tiptoes to whisper in your ear. What she whispers turns your eyes to dinner plates.

"Got it?" she says.

"Y-yeah."

"Okay. Whew." She seems genuinely relieved.

You finish dressing with that thought in your mind. Before you go, you peck her on the lips - a peck that she returns by grabbing the back of your head and turning it into a deep tongue kiss that you struggle to get away from. It's like she's trying to suck your soul out.

"More where that came from," she says on your way out.

You leave her lounging naked on your bed. You're pretty sure she's going to spend the day sniffing your underwear or something.

>>2513164
>Implying you don't want to watch her(his) feminine(male) horsecock barely constrained as it presses against cute lace panties

>>2513186
>"You better not cum inside anyone else while you're gone!"

Man, it's a little concerning that I don't think we can in all honesty confirm that won't happen.

>>2513186
>the rule is back
Oh boy

>>2513186
>Whitney making rules
Oh boy here we go again.

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>>2513186
FUUUUUUUUCK shes good

>>2513164
>>2513189

Perhaps, but if they're on the larger end then they can tease you about how they should be the man in the relationship.

>>2513186
I can't wait for S2 rule 1 to be even lewder than S1 rule 1

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>>2513204
and then Alabaster dicks that thought the fuck away

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>>2513186

>It's like she's trying to suck your soul out.

S U C C U B U S

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Cerise greets you in the parking garage. Her work clothes are a bit rumpled and her eyes have deep bags. She's holding two tall styrofoam cups of coffee, one of which she hands off to you. You've never been a coffee drinker, but you have to admit a little caffeine would be nice right now.

"You smell like beer," you tell her, which is true. "You drove here like this?"

"You smell like rancid jizz," she shoots back. "Ever hear of showers?"

You sip from your cup, and grimace. The coffee is straight black, bitter and pungent against your tongue. "Jesus," you say, "a little milk and sugar next time, huh?"

"You are such a faggot," Cerise says. "Anyway, I'm not your maid. You're lucky I got you any at all. It was 2 for 1 at 7-11 today."

"I've been meaning to ask you," you say, smarting from her insults. "How do you get away with wearing that choker to work? I've heard of business casual, but what is that - business slutty?"

"Go suck a fuck, Alabaster. And hurry up, or we're gonna be late."

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>>2513223

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The street outside is swarming with angry protesters, just as Cerise described. The front gates of the Darkbloom campus are sealed shut, and police in riot gear patrol the perimeter.

You spy signs bearings slogans like "NO ROOM FOR DARKBLOOM" and "DON'T SELL MY DATA" and "OCCUPY SILICON VALLEY" and "PRIVACY IS A RITE" (sic).

"This is life now, huh," you murmur.

"Yep," Cerise says.

You take a bracing sip of your coffee.

Cerise shows her employee ID badge to a police officer, who takes the two of you through the angry crowd. The crowd, noticing this, jeers and shouts epithets at you. You get called everything from "pig" to "fascist" to "shill" to, more simply, "asshole."

It's not a fun way to start the day.

Inside the main building's enormous lobby, the crowd looks just as large and unruly as the crowd outside - only these are employees waiting for upper management to tell everyone what the fuck is going on. You hear snippets of worried conversation: wild speculation that layoffs are coming, or the business is being shut down entirely. The mood is as grim as a funeral.

A man you recognize as Nelson Berenstoin - head of cyber security and member of the company's board - waves to Cerise and pulls her aside for a conversation you surmise is private. You're left to navigate your first few moments as a Darkbloom Analytics employee on your own.

>>2513223
>the choker again
All these memories. Lost. Like tears in rain. Time to fuck.

>>2513223
>yfw Vivian ordered her to wear the choker

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As you approach the crowd for a better vantage, you bump into someone whose presence makes your heart sink. Rose Mallory.

This, on top of all the other bullshit you've been through just to get to work this morning, is almost too much. You briefly consider turning right around, walking out the door and never coming back again. But you're not going to let her win like that.

Rose's face visibly goes through the same set of emotions as she makes the same set of calculations about the situation. The perpetual battle between the two of you to make the other one blink first is not going to end here.

"What are you doing here?" You hiss.

"Showing up for work," she hisses back. "On time."

"How did you get hired? I saw you after that interview. I know it didn't go well."

"Maybe. But they must be desperate - if they're hiring you, too. Their other prospects must have turned them down when the news broke."

"So why didn't you?" You say. "Surely this isn't the only place you got an offer from."

"O-of course not," Rose says. "I had plenty of great offers. It's just that even with DA in crisis mode, this was still the most appealing choice. I always consider the long-term view of things."

"Uh huh. What offers?" You demand.

"Well," she says, "A staff writer position for the English language expansion of Megalia, for instance - just an example - and, uh... Google."

"You got a job offer from Google."

"Absolutely."

"You're worse at lying than you are at faking empathy for the downtrodden. Go away, Rose."

Rose opens her mouth to respond, but a voice from the center of the crowd silences her.

>>2513233
>You spy signs bearings slogans like "NO ROOM FOR DARKBLOOM" and "DON'T SELL MY DATA" and "OCCUPY SILICON VALLEY" and "PRIVACY IS A RITE" (sic).
God I wish people protested Zucc like this.

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>>2513248
these bad terms feel bad

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Vivian Darkbloom is standing on a milk crate, holding a megaphone. "Attention employees," she says, standing rigid with her chin pointed up. You guess she's trying to cut an imposing figure, but it's a hard sell when she's so short that she needs a booster just to address you.

"My father has instructed me to deliver the following message. This company is as healthy today as it was last week. We will unwaveringly pursue our mission despite the recent negative press. Do not worry about the gnats and bloodsuckers circling outside. They will go away, in time. And if not, we will crush them."

Not quite a great pep talk so far.

"Unless you have been spoken to directly by a manager, nothing has changed about your day-to-day tasks or the expectations placed upon you. Do nothing differently."

There is a murmur of relief at this, however measured.

"You will not be laid off. In fact, the recent crisis has triggered emergency retention and non-compete clauses in your employment contracts. What this means is that until the crisis passes, you cannot resign without losing any stock options you have, even if otherwise fully vested. You may also be subject to civil liabilities depending the circumstance..."

"Did this little girl just say she's going to sue us if we quit?" Rose whispers.

"I think so," you whisper back.

"That cannot be legal..."

You shrug.

As Vivian drones on, you feel your phone buzz in your pocket. Probably Whitney sending you a lewd photo or something. Nonetheless, you check it.

It's a text from a blocked number.

>12:00 PM. Rutabaga Cafe on Middlefield near Hoover Park. Be there or you WILL regret it.

You have a sinking suspicion who sent this text.

[ ] Reply.
[ ] Forget it.

>>2513248

I'm appreciating the long-term antagonistic sexual tension relationship with Rose more than I would have thought.

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>>2513271
[X] Reply.

[X] Reply.

>>2513271
>>[x] Reply.
I never pass up a threatening text from a stranger.

>>2513271
[X] Forget it.

>>2513271
>[x] Reply.
Well, this branch was going to be open sooner or later. Let's get some answers.

>>2513271
[X]Reply
>Who the fuck is this?

>>2513271
[x] Reply
I think we're going to regret it if we don't go.

>>2513271
>[x] Reply

>>2513271
>[x] Reply.

>>2513271
>[ ] Reply.

>>2513271
Is that on our lunch break? Do we get a lunch break?Are we even allowed to eat lunch here? Do they just give employees Onions? Are we going to have to start drinking Onions? God damn it.

[X] Forget it.

>>2513271
>[X] Forget it.
It's probably a scam or something.

>>2513271
>[ ] Reply.
Fun times ahead!

>>2513271
Reply, assuming 12pm is our lunch break.

>>2513271
>[x] Reply.
we're going to regret it regardless

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>[x] Reply.

You clack out a quick and simple response:

>Who is this?

"Didn't anyone tell you that texting during a meeting is improper?" Rose tuts. She also tries to peer at the screen, the prying bitch. You turn, using the height difference to your advantage. Even on tiptoes she can't see past your shoulders.

You send the message. A reply comes instantly:

>You know who.

You try again:

>I'm not going to meet with you. Leave me alone.

Another instant response:

>Maybe you like prison better?

You frown.

[ ] I'll be there.
[ ] I'm not coming.
[ ] Don't respond.

>>2513271
>[ ] Reply.

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>>2513330
[X] Don't respond.

>>2513330
[X] I'll be there
Fuck it, Rutabaga Cafe sounds like a good place to go for lunch

>>2513330
Is 12pm our lunchbreak OP?

>>2513330
>[X] Don't respond.
But we show up anyway.

>>2513330
>[] I'm not coming.
Ohohoh, we surely are.

>[X] I'll be there.

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>>2513048
>her skin weirdly blue-tinted in the predawn

[x] I'll be there.
Can't avoid it forever

>>2513330
>[X] I'll be there.
Prison is serious, Alabaster wouldnt make it.

>>2513330
[ ] I'll be there.

>>2513330

[x] I'll be there.

By bringing up prison is she implying she has our porn flashdrive?

>>2513330
>[ ] I'll be there.
Bring someone to back you up though. Don't be no fool.

>[X] go, but don't reply

Please be Renee.

>>2513350
>Anon pretending he doesn't know what the twilight peeking through his window looks like

>>2513330
>[ ] I'll be there.

>>2513330
>>2513345
>>[X] Don't respond.
>But we show up anyway.

>>2513364
I honestly forgot what her deal was after these four freaking years. Was she an android or something?

>>2513330
[ x] I'll be there.
I for one am hungry for plot.

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>>2513330
>>2513358
yo OP, will there be a coworker with similar tastes that could teach us law enforcer proof encryption of wincest mind break rape doujins?

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>[X] I'll be there.

There is no response to this text. You're not sure if that's a good or a bad sign.

"...to Spancer Jardan in HR if you have any further questions," Vivian continues. "Finally, a word about our media contact policy. Unless you have been specifically authorized to deliver a specific statement to the media, you are to have absolutely NO contact with any members of the press. If a reporter reaches out to you, do not respond. Say that you have no comment and direct them to our spokesman, Steven Armstrong."

The man you presume to be Armstrong is standing next to Vivian - a tall, balding man in a too-tight suit. He turns in a semicircle, giving a cordial wave like a contestant in a beauty pageant.

"Failure to follow this policy," Vivian says, her voice low and level, "will be met with immediate termination and life-destroying litigation. We will mercilessly root out any leakers and hang them from the gallows."

"Figuratively speaking," Armstrong clarifies, raising his voice to be heard without the benefit of Vivian's megaphone.

Vivian speaks over him. "Perhaps a literal gallows would not be out of the--"

There is an ear-splitting shriek of interference as Armstrong and Vivian briefly tussle for the megaphone. Vivian almost loses her balance as Armstrong gets the better of her and snatches it away. The milk crate tips precariously to one edge before landing back in place. Vivian holds out both hands like a tightrope walker to maintain her foothold.

"You are dismissed now," Armstrong says. "Please return to your workstations in an orderly manner. New interns, please see Mr. Jardan in room 101 for badges."

That's you. As the crowd files out with confused and worried grumbling, you and Rose walk together in the direction of the HR offices on the east end of the enormous first floor. These offices are truly open concept: workers taking their places at a series of standing desks in a little glass box visible to all the world, with Mr. Jardan himself at the center like a composer, or maybe the captain of a starship. He stands so rigidly that it's like he's balanced at the very precipice of the uncanny valley.

>>2513383
>Don't FUCK with this spokesman.

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>>2513374
Whitney? Tomboy, locker room, stupid, not pregnant.

She woke up with us at 5:30 AM. The sun's rising, it's blue hour.
>>2513383

>a tall, balding man in a too-tight suit.
He's back, boys.

>"Perhaps a literal gallows would not be out of the--"
I love her so much

>>2513374
She was a human that got full body cybernetics after a car accident and developed autism because of it.

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Spancer takes you and Rose to a small anteroom - more like a broom closet really, but at least it's away from the prying eyes of the world - where a camera on a tripod sits pointed at a corner covered with a sleek blue tarp. The camera is connected to a computer console and a specialized printer.

"Thomas Soliloquy," Spancer says in a dull monotone, typing at the console. "You will work with Sable Guiteau as a debugger for Project Ulysses. Her team is in sub-basement level 2."

"Thomas?" You say. "I think you've got my middle name swapped with my first."

"Sincere apologies, Thomas."

"Again, I think you've--"

"Stand here, please."

You stand in front of the blue tarp. Spancer takes your photo. The machine whirs to life and prints out a laminated badge card with your photo and your ostensible name on it: T. Soliloquy.

"Great," you mumble as you attach it to the provided lanyard. Rose couldn't possibly look more smug.

"Rose Manroy," Spancer says. "You will work with Cerise-"

"...Manroy?" Rose says, suddenly not so smug.

"You will work with Cerise Soliloquy's team as a data analyst. Her new offices are currently being set up on floor 13. Stand here, please."

"It's Mallory--"

"Stand here, please."

A few moments later, Rose is staring forlornly at a badge that identifies her as R. Manroy.

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>>2513383

>>2513397
SPANCER

>>2513383
>you are to have absolutely NO contact with any members of the press. If a reporter reaches out to you, do not respond
FUCK
You bamboozled us, OP studios!

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>>2513397
nice as fuck

>>2513397
>Thomas
... What?
>Manroy
Heh.
Is this why Vivian keeps calling our dear onee-sama Cherise?

>>2513397
I hope Fazil also works here

>>2513397
God damn it, I've fucking missed Spancer so much I can barely believe it.

>>2513397
>Cerise Victoria Soliloquy
>Alabaster Thomas Soliloquy
Why would you do this?

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>>2513383
AUGMENTS, SON

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Cerise greets you outside the HR offices. "I'm here for my protege," she says.

Rose looks absolutely miserable.

To be fair, Cerise doesn't look much happier about it.

"So what exactly do they have you doing?" you ask Cerise.

"Fucked if I know," she says. "No one's really told me anything. I only know that I'm supposed to lead the investigation of the hack because it was all over the front page of FNCNN on Saturday."

You saw the same news article - a hit piece published by some two-bit hack blogger. What a bunch of bullshit.

"I've got Rose now, so I guess that's a help."

"I'm going to be ill," Rose murmurs. "Such a high profile - national news - I can't..." She looks green.

"Join the club," Cerise says. Then, turning to you: "I've got a team of bees now, too."

"Beads?" you say.

"Bees."

"Bees?"

"As in H-1Bs. Visa workers. My new offices look like a goddamn Pakistani call center."

"Points for diversity, at least," Rose says.

"Shut the fuck up, Rose," Cerise says.

Rose blinks rapidly, indignant and confused.

>>2513425
INCOMING FAZIL

>>2513425
>"As in H-1Bs. Visa workers. My new offices look like a goddamn Pakistani call center."
DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE DO THIS TO HIM

>>2513425
I don't know what she's worried about. She's got Fazil on hand.

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>>2513425
>"Shut the fuck up, Rose,"
Destroyed

>>2513425
>Visa workers
oh fuck yes

Incoming Fazil and his imouto

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>>2513430

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"How about you?" Cerise asks. "Where are you going?"

"They have me working under that Sable girl from the interview team."

Cerise cringes. "I'm so sorry," she says.

"Sorry for what? She was really nice."

"You know what they call her?" Cerise says. "Unstable Sable. You've only seen one side of her. And when she decides to show her other side..." Cerise snaps her fingers. "It's like that."

"She can't be that bad," you insist.

Cerise shakes her head. "Well... on the bright side, if you ever need any pharmaceuticals, she's got the biggest collection this side of a Xanax factory."

"I'll keep that in mind," you say. "Where is she? She didn't see fit to come get me?"

"I'm sure she doesn't even know you're working for her now," Cerise says. "If you never showed up, it wouldn't make a difference to her. Anyway, she's probably down in the creepy dungeon she calls her office, same as always."

[ ] Go exploring.
[ ] Report directly to Sable.

>>2513450
>[x] Go exploring.
If she doesn't even know we're working for her yet, we've got time

>>2513450
>[x] Report directly to Sable.

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>>2513450
Search for her office and accidentally get lost, meeting Fazil and his sister-wife has priority

>>2513450
>[X] Go exploring.
no rush

>>2513425
>I've got a team of bees now, too."
>"Beads?" you say.
>"Bees."
>"Bees?"

>Arrested Development references

You're pretty fucking great, you know that?

>>2513450
>[X] Go exploring.
Might be the only chance to look around this place we get today. Anything that gives us a chance at Darkbloom info is good to take up.

>>2513450
>[X] Report directly to Sable.

>>2513450
>[x] Go exploring.
What Sable doesn't know won't hurt.

>>2513450
>[ ] Go exploring.

>>2513450
>[X] Go exploring.
Time to go spelunking.

>>2513450
[X] Report directly to Sable.
Time for our date with destiny.
Come rock me Amadeus

>>2513450
>[ ] Report directly to Sable.
If we're gonna be a good boy and not bang to be on time then we might as well go all the way and do the first day right

>>2513450
[ ] Go exploring.
Lets go see Fazil

>>2513450
>[x] Report directly to Sable.

>>2513450
>[ ] Go exploring.

>>2513450

[X] Report directly to Sable
This place is full of shit that if we were to see it, we could end up dead, or worse, fired.

>>2513488
>fired
By Vivian with a match stick?

[x] Go exploring

We need to scour this building for any waifus they may have tucked away.

>the recently announced trap is probably with Sable
FUCK GO BACK

>>2513488
>Fired
Into the sun?

>>2513508
>Inb4 the trap is actually a reverse trap that looks like a trap
>Delicious trapfag tears pour into my mouth

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>>2513517
That's literally what Whitney is.

>>2513517
>a reverse trap that looks like a trap
So a girl that looks like a boy, that looks like a boy that looks like a girl?

>>2513508
>implying he won't proactively seek out Alabaster Can't be doing your BEST if you're not keeping tabs on all employees under your immediate boss

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>[x] Go exploring

You've got time to kill (apparently) and you'd like to learn the lay of the land. So instead of taking the elevator down, to the sub-basement, you take it up, to the 3rd floor - the one labeled "cafeteria and recreation." Could be fun.

The cafeteria promises to be way better than the ones at college - you see, as you approach, workers loading buffet lines with fresh trays of fruit, fluffy pancakes, bacon and other breakfast items - while cooks man the grills, making eggs and french toast, sausage and ham. The smell wafting through makes your stomach grumble. All of it is free, according to the informational email you got from DA on Friday afternoon, so you don't feel too bad about grabbing a quick bite.

You take a plate full of food that you grab almost at random and sit at a table near the far end of the dining area, which is separated by tall glass panes from a fully-furnished gym.

You eat and watch the fitness hounds working out. The gym is sparsely populated, but there are at least a few people here. Whackos.

And then into the gym walks Rose. She's got a towel draped around her neck, a white tee and shorts. She doesn't seem to notice you sitting in the cafeteria.

You've never known Rose to be much for athleticism. In fact, one of the few things you've ever agreed on is that Whitney's morning workout rituals are horrendously obnoxious. Rose's physique evince her aversion to exercise: she isn't fat, but she's certainly not a power lifter, either - she's a soft, overfed girl.

So this behavior is pretty odd.

She walks up to a treadmill, gets on, and fiddles with the front panel. It's clear that she doesn't do this often. She startles when the treads come to life, and starts jogging to keep up. But it's hopeless: she's quickly outpaced by the machine. She grabs onto the side rails for dear life, still kicking her feet madly, but too late. She falls ass over elbow and gets ejected off the treadmill in a moment of slapstick so divinely perfect that you know you will cherish the memory forever.

A man comes by and offers to help her up, an offer she swats away, her face reddening by the nanosecond. You don't hear what she says, but it's enough to make the man so mad that he simply walks away and leaves Rose to her own trouble.

[ ] Go rub it in.
[ ] Continue exploring.

>>2513548
[X] Continue exploring.

>>2513548
>[x] Continue exploring.
I would do this in real life too. She doesn't need to fucking see us, our morning's going great so far.

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>>2513548
maybe this smug grin, but
>[X] Continue exploring.

>>2513548
>[x] Continue exploring.

>>2513548
[X] Continue exploring.

>>2513548
[X] Continue exploring.
As much as I'd love be all patriarchal about it, we can rib her about it later.

>>2513548
>Snap a photo on your phone
>[ ] Continue exploring.

>[x] Go rub it in.

We need to assert dominance here or she might become too strong with her gym gains.

>>2513548
>[X} Go up to the window, make a smug shit-eating grin, then go exploring.

>>2513548
>[X] Continue exploring.

>>2513548
>[x] Continue exploring.
Our continuing mission. To explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations.

>>2513548
[x] Continue exploring.

>>2513548
>she isn't fat, but she's certainly not a power lifter, either - she's a soft, overfed girl.

We need to go thiccer

>>2513548
>[ ] Continue exploring.

>2513582
>We need to go thiccer
You play god

>>2513582
We need a better look of her sparts/bike shorts.

holy fuck you came back
how late am i to the party?

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>>2513582
outgain the competition- her mother would be happy for us to get into shape, but also not wanting for her daughter to get "unhealthy" thin. plump Rose raping us fucking when?

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>[x] Continue exploring.

You would never try to gild the lily. Nothing you can say to Rose would be as perfect as what you just witnessed. Plus, it's a good fact to surprise her with, should you ever need it.

Outside the cafeteria is a lounge area where video game consoles and televisions are set up for entertainment. These too, are only sparsely attended - they'll probably be busier around lunctime - and you pass by without lingering. But as you breeze past a darkened room labeled "theater", you hear the opening chords of a familiar song.

...Why is the Hare Hare Yukai playing?...

Oh god.

You glance inside.

A group of - variously - fat and gangly men, plus of course the token fat girl, whoop and cheer to the opening Haruhi Suzumiya. The fat girl is wearing cat ears and a dress cut way too short for her. She runs along to the front of the screen and - oh Jesus, you might vomit - pantomimes the dance. The guys cheer her on, and she eats up the attention.

You step back, unable to comprehend the horror you've seen.

Anime club has haunted you into your professional life.

>>2513599
>anime club
>Anime Club
>FUCKING ANIME CLUB

NOOOOOOOO

>>2513593
The first thread is still up. >>2494905

>>2513599
How soon into the quest can we go full USPS?

>>2513599
Darkroom Analytics deserves to fail

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>>2513599
holy fuck I dont even

>>2513599
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XP5lz2CYNR4

>>2513599
Would Rose be happy with this sort of diversity?

>>2513599
No, that's not fair
There was time now!

>>2513596
>Not roughfucking plump Rose and using her thiccness as a shock absorber

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>>2513614
it will be inevitable

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>>2513599
i've missed you you glorious faggot
>>2513605
i've got some reading to do

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>>2513599

This is the darkest timeline.

>>2513618
Read up on Cerisefag's pastebin, the lewd post was deleted.

You Can (Not) Escape
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I-G35YM5cpo

>>2513599
but y

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Beyond the entertainment areas are a set of small rooms labeled "Rest and Relaxation" - and they're just what they advertise. Little dark rooms just big enough for a soft-looking twin bed and table-side lamp. Napping is permitted here, apparently. That's Silicon Valley for you.

Further back is an area labeled "sauna" but you don't get the chance to go that far before a spritely young woman accosts you from behind.

"There you are!" she chirps. "Are you Alabaster Soliloquy?"

You turn. "Uh, yeah."

She's a petite girl, wearing an outfit you would describe as, at best, unprofessional. Short shorts and a tank don't strike you as particularly suited to office work

This girl reminds you a bit of Whitney, in fact, with her short-bobbed hair, tomboyish clothes and generally unfeminine air. You could almost mistake her for a boy, if she weren't so cute.

Maybe you just have a thing for tomboys.

"Oh thank goodness," she says. "I've been looking for you. My name is Alex. I'm here to help you with your orientation."

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>>2513636
ha, nice

>>2513636
>her

>>2513636
>I'm here to help you with your orientation
Alex is just going to confuse our orientation.

>>2513636
Called it >>2513547

>>2513636
>I'm here to help you with your orientation
Bravo OP Studios.

>>2513636
>Maybe you just have a thing for tomboys.
I can safely say that I do

>>2513636
please do so

>>2513654
any tips for catching a tomboy for domestication? Cant seem to find a good one

>>2513636
>Alabaster’s portrait is Hikki
>Alex’s portrait is Saika
I’m excited

>>2513636
TRAP TIME

>>2513636
>There's a sauna
Oh fuck yes
We'd better be able to invite Alex there somewhere down the line

>>2513636
As long as there's no sucking on the part of Alabaster.

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Three stories underground is a squat-ceilinged white box lit by harsh fluorescents, leading to an equally harshly lit labyrinth of offices staffed by pallid mole-people who look like they haven't seen the sun in decades.

This is Darkbloom Analytics' R&D department, and it is your home now.

You have Alex to guide you, thankfully, or you would never find your way. Even still it takes almost 10 minutes. Finally you make it to where the team for Project Ulysses works, the details of which you know nothing about - but to which you have been assigned.

Their work room is much less harshly lit, and carpeted, and tightly packed with a coterie of young programmers clacking away. It's kind of cozy, in its way. Your workstation is at a long table in the center of the room, side by side with six fellow workers and directly facing six others. Alex, apparently, will work right beside you. A ring of tables with other workstations line the walls. At the far end of the room is a door with a name placard: "S. Guiteau, R&D Lead".

"Here we are!" Alex cries.

Everyone is looking at you now. You feel just a little abashed. "Yeah. Here we are," you confirm.

"It's really nice to meet you, by the way," Alex says. "Sable told me you were pretty impressive after she interviewed you. You'll be a big help for the team!"

[ ] Can I meet Sable?
[ ] Tell me more about my job.

>>2513636
At long last.

>>2513677
>Its only gay if we take it
>We're straight as long as we give it
>TFW Alabaster is a Roman

>>2513660

Tomboys aren't for domesticating, they're for loving and protecting


So no, I'm not having any more luck with it than you are.

>>2513679
>[ ] Tell me more about my job.

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>>2513665
Think of the cute/sexy outfits Alex can wear!

>>2513679
>Tell me more about my job.

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>>2513636

The time has come.

>>2513679
>[x] Tell me more about my job.

>>2513679
>>[x] Tell me more about my job.

>>2513679
[x] Tell me more about my job.

>>2513679
[X] Tell me more about my job.

>>2513679
>[X] Tell me more about my job.

Seriously what exactly is it that we do here?

>>2513679
>[X] Tell me more about my job.
Then we can go find Sable to get started on the work.

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[X] Tell me more about my job.
also thanks for making them expectations overly high. The dick will soon give out proper punishment.

>>2513679
>[X] Tell me more about my job.
yeah wtf do we do

>>2513679
>[X] Can I meet Sable?

>>2513679
>[x] Tell me more about my job.
Intel

>>2513679
>[ ] Tell me more about my job.

>>2513679
[X] Tell me more about my job.

>>2513686
>>2513685
We better have a nice checklist of outfits by the end of the day.

Any wild guesses to what Project Ulysses is about?

>>2513679
>[x] Tell me more about my job.
What would you say we do here?

>>2513679
> [ X ] Tell me more about my job.

I can't wait for the Miss Darkbloom Analytics contest, where the finals is between TrapAlly and Alex Best.

>>2513718
>TrapAlly
You mean Alabasterina Aside, who clearly has no relation at all to Alabaster?

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>>2513665
lets have a post work unwind session with our boss and cute coworkers, after sharing some of her medication, of course

>>2513713
inb4 it's a callback to S1, Darkbloom is trying to get into a timeline where he can successfully bring about his diegetic apotheosis because this is too real-world for him

>>2513718
I can't wait until Whitney meets him and starts calling us both Ally, or Alabaster and Ally-Bester

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>[x] Tell me more about my job.

"We're on Project Ulysses," Alex says. "Integrating databases from Project Servo into a universal system of object classification."

"I'm lost."

"You've seen Darkbloom's drones, right? That wasn't just for mapping the planet. They collected millions of hours of footage while they were deployed. Then Sable's magic helped create a neural net that could identify specific objects in 3D space - 'this is a house, this is a car', like that - and now we have to make, basically, a dictionary - a universal classification system. At the same time, integrating it with data scraped from DA's social media projects. That will funnel into the next step of Sable's research."

You begin to feel you're in over your head. But Alex's enthusiasm is hard not to find at least a little exciting. This is definitely cutting-edge research.

It doesn't hurt that Alex is definitely cute. Her flat chest suits her perfectly, and she has a sweet scent about her that accentuates an otherwise barely-there femininity. Her voice and stature scream airhead, but you can tell that she's deeply intelligent, which is a bonus.

"I heard you're a mechanical engineer?" Alex says, snapping you out of your ogling. "Do you know much about programming?"

You shake your head. "I mean - a bit."

"It's okay," Alex says. "I'll help you. We all have our weaknesses... as a programmer, my back-end skills are second to none, but my front-end leaves a lot to be desired." She rubs the back of her head. "Never ask me to make a GUI... I'm hopeless with creating user-friendly interfaces."

"Thanks for the offer to help," you say. "I'll take you up on it."

"The funny thing is I wanted to be an artist when I was a little kid," Alex says, going totally off on a tangent, index finger thoughtfully to her lips. Her lips are very inviting, now that you focus on them - smooth and wet looking. "I was so set on it, even though I was just awful at it... until finally my father said-" (She lowers her voice an octave) - "'no son of mine is going to waste his intelligence with some useless art degree.'"

"Yeah, that sounds -- wait." You mull over what you just heard. "You mean no 'daughter' of mine?"

Alex laughs. "I don't have a sister. Or a brother, for that matter. I'm the only son."

"Only daughter, you mean."

Alex's smile disappears. "I see. It's like that."

You detect some snickering from nearby work stations.

>>2513713
The hints from last episode, Ally's and Roses' ID badges being our parents names, all signs point to time travel/alternate timelines.
Although, I wouldn't put it past OP Studios for them to be red herrings.

>>2513713
Something something Trojan Horse?

>>2513737
>Alex's smile disappears
fuck

>>2513737
>"You've seen Darkbloom's drones, right?
This is immediately worse than I could have ever imagined.

>Alex's smile disappears. "I see. It's like that."
We didn't even make a choice and somehow we fuck up.

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>>2513737
>my back-end skills are second to none, but my front-end leaves a lot to be desired
oh fuck yes
thank you op

>>2513737
>my back-end skills are second to none, but my front-end leaves a lot to be desired
well played OP

>>2513737
> my back-end skills are second to none, but my front-end leaves a lot to be desired.
You never disappoint OP studios

>>2513752
>>2513754
So....he's smaller than us in that department, or is he just lacking experience?

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>>2513737

>my back-end skills are second to none, but my front-end leaves a lot to be desired

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"Did they tell you to make fun of me?" Alex says. "Everyone's always mocking me behind my back. Calling me names. Such cruel things..."

"No, I just-"

"It's not nice, you know. I wouldn't make fun of you."

"I didn't know-"

"I thought we could be friends."

"It's fine," you say, waving your hands to stop -- him, apparently -- from going into a meltdown. "It was an honest mistake... just, don't cry. Okay? We're friends now, see? I'm gonna need your help here, you know? I'm really counting on you."

Alex sniffles, once, and smiles brightly. "You mean it?"

"Yes. Absolutely."

"Can I call you Ally?"

You suppress a grimace - you've always kind of hated that nickname - but now isn't the time to aggravate the poor boy any further. "Sure," you say.

He clasps one of your hands with both of his. "Let's be the best partners ever, Ally!"

"Work partners," you say.

"Yes! We'll be partners!"

"Work partners."

"The best ever!"

>>2513737
>"Only daughter, you mean."
>Alex's smile disappears. "I see. It's like that."

Aw god damn it, we're cocking it all up.

>>2513737
>back-end skills are second to none, but my front-end leaves a lot to be desired

Oh lord

>Ally
Oh LORD

>>2513766
STOP
STOP
NO, I;'M GONNA DIE

>>2513769
>we're cocking it all up.
Indeed.

>>2513766
>"Can I call you Ally?"
>"Let's be the best partners ever, Ally!"
Hnnng

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>>2513766

>>2513766
Fuck whitney can Alex be our main girl

>>2513636
>My name is Alex. I'm here to help you with your orientation."

T-thanks

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>>2513762
small dick, riding monsters like a pro.
Might make Whitney jealous with such talent

>>2513769
>we're cocking it all up.
oh, we haven't even started

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>>2513737
>"Only daughter, you mean.
I hadn't realize Alabastor was so transphobic.

>>2513780
Hopefully being a good rider isn't just his only strong point.

>>2513788
Get back on the treadmill, Rose.

>>2513737
>my back-end skills are second to none, but my front-end leaves a lot to be desired

God damn it, He was supposed to be shockingly hung!

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>>2513789
Alex and Whitney rape-snowballing Rose FUCKING WHEN

fuck man OP giving me so many hot ideas like i havent had for years

>>2513799
>Not waiting for the moment Sable and Alabaster use him themselves in her office.
STEP UP

>>2513798
>>2513799
I wouldn't mind hung trap. Maybe we can both go out for a nice spitroast (no jousting)?

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>>2513766
>"Work partners."
Just you wait.

>>2513766
it isnt cheating if it is a guy right?

>>2513808
male on trap on female? Sounds decent, my man

>>2513809
sounds nice, but spitroasting whom? Im not sure I want Whitney having another dick at her disposal; and Rose should be broken only by us. Ok, theres Sable, and timetravelling Girl.
Lets see where this is going

>>2513799
I wanna see Rose gentle-domming Alex and being lovey-dovey with him because she thinks he's trans desu

>>2513799
>>2513808
>Not pure consensual sex for the purposes of procreation
Amateurs.

>>2513817
It isn't gay if we're dishing it out. So we must avoid being on the receiving end or being mutual like if we're both 'blade locking' and fencing.

>>2513809
I don't know if Whitney would be okay with Alex or not, she's pretty lesbian.

Although, Alex is pretty pretty.

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>>2513822
>procreation
>