First for beginning of the end.

>>2800029
First for eyepatch bullying.

>>2800029
PANICKING GENTLY

First for TUMBLING DOWN

>>2800029
fifth for we're all gonna die

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>Sometime in the past.

"Professor Darkbloom!"

David finishes loading the books into his little cardboard box before turning around. That's David: always living at his own pace, unhurried, unflappable.

"I'm so glad you haven't left yet," Renee says. She's out of breath, having hurried here from across campus. Her thin, well-tanned frame is sheened with sweat from the exertion and the summer heat.

"You won't be here much longer either," David says. He leans his tailbone against the edge of his now-bare desk, regarding her. "I suppose Gustav will be lonely without us. Make sure to give him hell for me before you go back to high school."

Renee smiles. "Of course."

David straightens the vest beneath his jacket. "Just between you and me? He's going to be more than a little lost without you. You've accomplished more than most of his grad students. Certainly more than anyone else in the college preview program."

Renee blushes, looks away. "I just do whatever he tells me."

"And you do it well. Not every high school sophomore can say they made breakthroughs in biomedical prostheses." He smiles warmly. "I say it a lot, but I don't say it enough - you're a brilliant young woman."

Renee is still looking away, silent.

"What's the matter?" David asks, genuine concern showing through his voice.

"Nothing," Renee lies.

"Sit down." There's no way she can disobey a command like that, from him.

THE TIME HAS COME AND I am excited as well.

>>2800045
i am already uncomfortable with this

>>2800045
Oh fuck yes.

>>2800045
I have wanted this.

>>2800045
>Renee
>But also Darkbloom
I don't know how to feel about this, OP.

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Mara drags Cerise by her hair across the grimy tile floor. It's streaked orange with a thin patina of blood already. Cerise struggles, kicking and crying and screaming, trying to rip away from Mara's iron grip. But it's no use. Mara is far too strong.

"I warned you," Mara says. "I warned you what would happen. This is your fault, Alabaster."

You fight against the rope securing you to the chair, but you're too tightly bound to have any hope of escape. You feel the revulsion of rage and horror and abject helplessness as the tears begin to stream down your face.

Whitney and Rose both lie dead at your feet, their throats slit, their eyes vacant and staring at nothing. You choke on the reek of their gore.

Mara forces Cerise to her knees, directly facing you, and puts the dagger to the hollow of her neck.

"Please!" You beg. "Please! I'll give you what you want! I'll give you everything! Just don't--"

"Too late," Mara says, smirking. She draws the serrated edge swiftly across Cerise's jugular and the hot blood sprays like a geyser against you.

You wake with a start.

"Whoa," Tyrus says. "Don't go fuckin' bughouse on me now. You having some PTSD flashbacks or what?"

As the contours of of reality settle around you again, you blink and struggle to rise. This sleeping bag always leaves you with a vicious kink in your neck and lower back. You wish you had a more comfortable place to lay your head, but there's just no room. Cerise and Galatea both claimed Galatea's bed, while Stackleford claimed the couch in the living room (guilting you with his missing fingers when you tried to argue the point) - thus leaving you and Rose to fight every night between a threadbare sleeping bag and an air mattress that has a tendency to slowly deflate overnight.

Last night, you got stuck with the sleeping bag.

But it can't be helped. Tyrus and his men are keeping you well protected here, with sentries posted outside the apartment building 24/7. And judging by the gunfire the other day, those sentries have been a lifesaver -- literally.

>>2800059
DON'T FUCKING SCARE ME LIKE THAT

>>2800045
>Renee
That's my girl

>>2800059
I was about to close the tab.

>>2800059
>Cerise and Galatea both claimed Galatea's bed
:)

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>>2800059

I'm gonna have PTSD flashbacks about his PTSD flashbacks.

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"Do you like ham?" Stackleford is asking.

"no."

"Are you sure?"

"...yes."

"You haven't had the right kind of ham. That's all. You need to try that Black Forest honey ham from Subway."

"boyd, i do not like ham."

"Whatever, Sam-I-Am. I'll show you the true meaning of ham. I'll sneak you a ham sub and you'll dig it."

Watching Stackleford trying to socialize with Galatea is like watching a tortoise trying to fuck a sloth. It moves excruciatingly slowly and no one is having any fun.

"How many explosive charges you got down there?" Tyrus asks as you kick free of the sleeping bag and stand.

"Five, six dozen -- more?" You say. "I lost count. It's enough. Are we really going to discuss this in front of Stacklefuck?"

"You're the one who saved his fat ass," Tyrus counters. It's a fair point.

"Hey, I'm cool with the whole 'get Darkbloom' thing," Stackleford insists. "That butthole is the reason I don't have a fapping hand anymore." He holds up what remains of his left hand, which has only the pinky and the thumb. "How am I supposed to do anything with a claw like this?"

You grimace.

"Plus," Stackleford continues, "he killed Mrs. Soliloquy... I miss her. Your mom was hot."

"Goddamn it, Stackleford. I should have let that Russian whore shoot you in the head."

Stackleford simpers.

>>2800082
> "That butthole is the reason I don't have a fapping hand anymore."
>"Plus," Stackleford continues, "he killed Mrs. Soliloquy... I miss her. Your mom was hot."
Stay classy. I already regret saving him.

>>2800082
fuckin stackleford
he has good taste though

>>2800082
stacklefuck has permanent devil horns \m/

>>2800089
>liking subway
You are a disappointment to cake's everywhere.

>>2800082
>You need to try that Black Forest honey ham from Subway.
Boar's Head or die.

>>2800093
I'm talking about him calling our mom hot, not his sandwich preferences

>>2800096
Oh. Carry on then, Anonymous-dono.
I still hate hearing it from him in particular though.

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"You see the news?" Tyrus asks.

"Yeah. The Russians kicked your shit in at that landfill."

"I didn't sign up for this," Tyrus says. "Got police crawling out my goddamn asshole now, plus a bunch of my guys whose families need their hazard pay. You know - because they're fuckin' dead. Darkbloom and that bitch wife of his need to get fucking got, yesterday."

"I couldn't agree more."

"Are you ready to go or not? We can't be having any delays here."

"Where is Camelia?" You demand.

"Don't change the fuckin' subject."

"I just did. Where is she? Is she dead?"

"I don't know where that red cunt went, and I don't want to," he says. "Far as I know, she's unkillable anyway. I'm sure she'll turn back up when she's good and goddamned ready."

You don't like it at all. Right at the most critical juncture, she goes missing.

You haven't seen her for more than a week.

"I'm ready," you finally say after a few moments of awkward silence. "This time Friday afternoon, Darkbloom Analytics won't exist anymore."

"That's what I want to hear." Tyrus grabs both lapels and straightens them. "When this is all over with, I'll make sure you get a cut. You and your little harem are gonna be millionaires."

"Thanks..." you mumble. That's not why you're doing this, but all Tyrus seems to understand is money.

"Just don't let Darkbloom send you to the motherfucking sunken place again. That's just what I need, your dumb ass getting sucked into an alternate dimension right before the festivities. Watch yourself, got it?"

You nod your understanding. Tyrus, satisfied, doesn't waste anymore time hanging around.

>>2800100
>You haven't seen her for more than a week.
[worry]

>"I didn't sign up for this," Tyrus says.
I would agree, but I totally did.

>That's just what I need, your dumb ass getting sucked into an alternate dimension right before the festivities. Watch yourself, got it?

h-hah

ha ha
ha

>>2800108
Camelia is probably the haremite we need to worry LEAST about frankly

>>2800115
Right, but if she's missing, that means increased potential for everything to go wrong more than ever, putting literally everybody else at risk by proxy.

>>2800122
or she shows up at the eleventh hour when everything is going to shit to save our sorry asses

>>2800130
[hope]

>>2800122
I don't doubt she's making preparations of her own on the side.

There's no way she's not gonna be present. We still need someone to watch the fireworks with this season.

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Cerise comes out of her room, wearing just her black tank and a pair of panties, groggy-eyed, scratching her ass.

"Good morning sunshine," you mutter.

Cerise flips you off.

"are you packed?" Galatea asks.

"...Shit," Cerise says, blinking. "I'll be right back."

She ducks into Galatea's room again, and soon there comes the sound of things being quickly tossed into a suitcase.

You sigh. Turning to Galatea, you say: "weren't you supposed to remind her to pack her bags last night?"

"i forgot... sorry."

You're not sure what could have had her so occupied last night that she forgot to remind Cerise of something so important, but it kind of aggravates you. Cerise is due to the airfield in a little more than an hour. Her flight to DC on Darkbloom's private jet is leaving soon.

"I'll have you know that I packed 48 hours in advance," Rose says, holding up a sleek beige rolling suitcase. "At least one of us was prepared."

"Do you want a fucking medal?" You say.

Rose begins to reply, but you cut her off, handing her a nickel from your pocket. "There's your medal. The Alabaster Soliloquy Award for Packing on Time. Cherish it."

"Go to hell." She throws the nickel at you, but you deftly dodge it.

Stackleford checks his watch. The sight of his "claw" - as he calls it - sort of turns your stomach. Even worse than the rest of him. "You going to work or what, my nig?"

Even though you've been showing up to work on time every day, you haven't had anything to do. You've just sort of drifted aimlessly around the Darkbloom Analytics campus, watching TV in their rec rooms, eating in the cafeteria. You even (god help you) hung out with their anime club a few times.

It seems way more important, today, to see Rose and Cerise off at the airfield, even if it means you're late. But your thoughts are interrupted by a frightened-looking Galatea pointing at the TV. A reporter is speaking:

"...coming back to life? That seems to be the case, as thousands of formerly defunct SMATTERS robots have been seen once again roaming the streets in cities nationwide..."

You shake your head and stare at the ceiling. Of all the days for this to happen.

If Alex somehow fixed whatever Galatea did to sabotage those robots, that means Sable will be keen to complete Sand Reckoner as soon as possible.

[ ] Report to work immediately.
[ ] Travel with Rose and Cerise to see them off at the airfield before they go to DC.

>>2800143
[X] Report to work immediately

>>2800143
[X] Travel with Rose and Cerise to see them off at the airfield before they go to DC.

>>2800143
[x] Report to work immediately.

>>2800143
>[ ] Travel with Rose and Cerise to see them off at the airfield before they go to DC.

It's not like getting to work earlier will defeat the SMATTERS army.

>>2800143
>[x] Travel with Rose and Cerise to see them off at the airfield before they go to DC.

>>2800143
>[x] Report to work immediately.
>Give both of them an Alabaster Soliloquy Grade Sendoff before you leave.

>>2800143
>[x] Travel with Rose and Cerise to see them off at the airfield before they go to DC.
Is there any other choice?

wait a second Darkbloom is probably gonna be at the airfield
Changing vote
[X] Travel with Rose and Cerise to see them off at the airfield before they go to DC.

>>2800143
>[X] Travel with Rose and Cerise to see them off at the airfield before they go to DC.

>>2800143
The thought of going to an airfield gives me very good memories but a very bad feeling.

>[x] Travel with Rose and Cerise to see them off at the airfield before they go to DC.

>[x] Travel with Rose and Cerise to see them off at the airfield before they go to DC.

Closing and writing.

>>2800143
>[X] Gotta go to work

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https://www.strawpoll.me/16254889
https://www.strawpoll.me/16254889
https://www.strawpoll.me/16254889

Taking all bets

>>2800181
I think you've made a mistake anon, I don't see Alabaster on the list.

>>2800181
Mom and Dad ;_;

>>2800181
I hate everything about this poll.
I hate that so many agree on the answer even more.

>>2800196
Any death would hurt but her dying would be an excruciating knife in the heart

>>2800196

She's the only one who would be threatening enough to actually kill.

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>>2800183

>>2800204
Camelia would, but they'll never catch her. Rose would go in guns blazing and not stop until either her or the entire rest of the room was dead

>>2800206
I can see a number of ways the story can continue with Alabaster dead that I couldn't see two episodes ago.

>>2800214
I get that WhitneyQuest was fun, but she can't do EVERYTHING

>>2800214
I, for one, welcome our new WhitneyQuest overlords.

>>2800214
It’s more interesting with him alive. Whitney Quest is fun but I really want Punished Alabaster

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>[x] Travel with Rose and Cerise to see them off at the airfield before they go to DC.

When Cerise is packed and ready to go, you hurry to usher her and Rose out the door. But Cerise instead lingers for a moment with Galatea.

"will you be back soon?" Galatea asks. She sits on the couch with her knees curled up underneath her baggy tee.

"I'm heading back just as soon as the testimony is over. I promise."

"i'll watch you."

"Please don't. I really don't want anyone to watch me."

"i'll think good thoughts then."

"That's cute."

Galatea sounds a little wounded: "good thoughts help. i know you don't believe it but they do. positive energy--"

Cerise kneels down so she's at eye level with Galatea. "Thank you," she says. "Really. Think as many good thoughts as you can, because I'm coming up blank."

Galatea's face goes through a number of twitchy permutations - although she's a bit more comfortable around you and the others than she was at the start, she's still mortified in her own skin to a degree. But finally in spite of her shyness she lunges forward and pecks Cerise on the lips. Cerise returns the gesture.

"i love you."

"See you soon," Cerise replies.

>>2800234
Welp, now she's definitely gonna die.

>>2800234
well if that ain't the cutest death flag i've ever seen

>>2800234
That's so gay.

>>2800234
Gaaaaaay.
<3

>>2800234
OP if you kill her I swear!

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>>2800234

>>2800234
>"Really. Think as many good thoughts as you can, because I'm coming up blank."

Way to fucking stab a man in the heart, eh?

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>>2800250
>Teachers say DFCS is out

>>2800250

Hey, it's my town's paper!

>>2800253
>Protecting our children.
But lolis aren't real

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You scramble to get back to Cerise's apartment, where Darkbloom is sending his limo to pick you up. Have to keep up the fiction that you're still living there.

On the ride to the airfield, Steven Armstrong drills Cerise one last time: printouts of Senator's faces, who Cerise identifies along with party, state, and things they're likely to focus on during the testimony.

"Now this one," Armstrong says, holding up a photo of a disheveled old man.

"Senator McDonald, independent of Vermont. Wants to crack down on Darkbloom's super PACs and personal data collection--"

"Be careful with him," Armstrong warns. "He's the most popular senator on the committee by a mile. And the old lunatic has some sway with professionals here in the valley, for some reason."

"Which means..."

"Watch what you say when he's asking you questions. Don't fuck with this senator."

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>>2800273
Obligatory.
Loving the subtlety in naming reference here.

>>2800273
Haha fuck off.

>>2800273
it never gets old

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At the airfield tarmac, Vivian is deep in discussion with her father near the stairs leading up to the plane's interior.

"I can still -- travel with you, for moral support," she says. "Even if I do not testify."

"Don't be ridiculous. There should always be a Darkbloom in Palo Alto to run things..." He pats her shoulder. "You're in charge for now."

You approach with Rose and Cerise in tow.

"Alabaster!" Darkbloom cries, noticing you. "So nice of you to show up. Are you ready, Cerise? Rose?"

Cerise nods glumly. The look in Rose's eyes is a bit more on-edge, angry. You imagine your expression is probably much the same.

You glance up, towards the Leer jet's oval windows. Mara Darkbloom watches you from inside with a smug grin.

You hug Rose and Cerise goodbye, each in turn.

When you hug Rose, you whisper sneeringly: "did you wear it?"

She nods.

"Good," you reply. "Keep it in. I'll be holding the remote."

Tormenting her with a remote-control vibrating egg might seem exceptionally cruel in a situation like this, but you know in a twisted way it probably makes Rose more at ease.

Next, Cerise. "Don't get yourself killed," she whispers as you embrace.

"You either."

"This can't be the last time we see each other... I won't let it."

"No."

"Promise me, Alabaster."

"I promise."

Cerise kisses you on the cheek. "I... I love you, Alabaster."

"I love you too."

"You're all I have. You and Gal. I can't lose you."

After long moments, you and Cerise finally break your hug, and she reluctantly boards the plane. Despite your promises, it feels somehow final.

>>2800300
Stop it with these flags, OP.

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>>2800300

>>2800300
>Cerise kisses you on the cheek. "I... I love you, Alabaster."

>"I love you too."
good vibes

>Despite your promises, it feels somehow final.
bad vibes

>>2800300
>there should always be a Darkbloom in Palo Alto
>Promise me, Alabaster
I want to hate you right now. So much.

>>2800300

Well at least we're following proper vibrator procedure in these troubling times.

>>2800300
inb4 "Rose died like she lived: gunning down Russian mobsters with her vibrator on max"

>>2800330
Her shooting up a complex and dropping bodies with an Asanagi smile on her face is literally the most Rose way possible for her to die.

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Darkbloom watches them board, then turns to you. "You're a family man, just like me."

You frown. "You could say that."

"I admire it. Family is the most important thing. Will you see Vivian back to the office?"

"Of course." You keep things terse and cold with him.

Darkbloom considers you. "I know you don't trust me, but it will all make sense -- in time. I just wonder. Will you betray me before I have the chance to explain myself?"

You don't say anything.

Vivian is the first to speak: "--betray?"

"Nevermind that," Darkbloom says, suddenly chipper. He gets down on one knee, to bring his massive height more even with his daughter, and hugs her. "I'll miss you, Viv. Be a good girl for me."

"Don't patronize me."

"I would never." He ruffles her hair.

Vivian stomps her foot. "You jerk!" (Putting your training to work, it seems.)

"Let's not end on a sour note. There's a lot we need to discuss when I'm back in town, Viv."

Vivian folds her arms. "Like why mother kicked you out of your marital bed three weeks ago?"

Darkbloom bows his head. When he looks up he says: "You know why."

"Who is she?" Vivian asks.

"I'll tell you soon. The next time we see each other... we'll talk about your sister. I promise."

He stands, stretching his spine. He's a full head taller than even you.

He seems to want to say something else to you, but he doesn't. Instead, he just boards.

>>2800355
>"I'll tell you soon. The next time we see each other... we'll talk about your sister. I promise."
welp

>>2800355
Even Darkbloom gets a death flag!

Welp. Darkbloom's gonna die.

>>2800355
>"I'll tell you soon. The next time we see each other... we'll talk about your sister. I promise."
Yes.

>>2800365
>>2800368
That looks more like a "I know what you're planning and you're in for a world of shit from things you don't even understand" from Darkbloom to Alabaster.

>>2800373
>he hasn't read A Song of Ice and Fire

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>>2800376
I'm a burger

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>>2800355

Not feeling toasty about that plan of ours at the moment.

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This time, you're in a different limo: Vivian's. She stares pensively out the window on one side of the lush grey interior, and you sit on the other side. It feels like miles separate you. She's even more dour and downcast than usual.

"What did father mean, when he said that?" Vivian asks, without even facing you. "How would you betray him?"

"I don't know," you lie.

"Hmm."

"How about a spontaneous--"

"No."

The rest of the ride passes in silence.

---

On campus, you take your usual spot in the cafeteria and watch the fitness freaks working out in the gym, through the glass partition separating the two facilities. You're busily trying to think of a way to get into Sable's office without her or Alex - or both of them - blowing their top. You need to know what they're going to do with Sand Reckoner.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the deep yet nasally voice of one of Sable's coder-monkeys. You forget his name - Brayden or Jayden or something similarly stupid.

"Where you been, man?"

You close your eyes and shake your head. "Busy," is all you say.

"Haven't seen you for a while. Word around the office is you and bitch-made are on the rocks."

You lock eyes with him. "Excuse me?"

"He was all lovey-dovey with you, and all of a sudden he won't even say your name. What's the problem? Wouldn't give him a reach-around?"

You look over his shoulder. A few of his equally juvenile buddies are watching from a nearby table, joking with each other about it.

"You guys are real cunts," you sneer.

"Uh huh. Listen, I'm not trying to be mean. Actually, I wanna help you."

"Oh yeah?"

"Totally. Alex is gonna be hanging out with us tonight. We thought you might want to join us."

"Why don't I believe you?"

*ayden shrugs. "It's true. Hey, we joke, but we're open minded folks here. We'd hate to see bitch-made go all depressed again like he was before you showed up."

As terrible of an idea as this sounds, it might be the perfect opportunity to get information.

[ ] I'll go.
[ ] No thank you.

>>2800414
[ ] No thank you.

>>2800414

>[x] I'll go.

Alex is gonna be in big trouble.

>>2800414
>[x] I'll go.
More for reconciliation than for information though

>>2800423
I'm sure he's in no trouble, considering the Russian mafia's helping him out.

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>>2800414
>[x] I'll go.
I want to protect him.

>"How about a spontaneous--"

>"No."

>>2800414
>[x] I'll go.
Man, I have a terrifying feeling either way.

>>2800414
>[X] I'll go
Time to fall for OP's trap

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>>2800330
>>2800344
Also, three and a half billion years in MS Paint.

>>2800414
[ ] No thank you.

>>2800414
>[x] I'll go.

>[x] I'll go.

Closing, writing.

We're dead.

>>2800437
Beautiful

>>2800414
>[x] I'll go.
I'm a simple man, I see a trap and I protect it

>>2800414

>[ ] I'll go.

>>2800441
God I hope we have a chance to apologize to him instead of just being Alabaster

>>2800441
So we're passing Alex around like a blunt tonight then?

>>2800484
s t o p

>>2800484
Nah man, we're hogging the blunt. They can get their own.

>>2800484
die

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In the parking garage, a little after 5 PM, you run into a familiar face on the third level: Kay. She's busy affixing some sort of device to a concrete beam near the side facing the Darkbloom campus.

"Oh, what the hell," you say.

"Nice to see you, too," she says. She steps back, checking her handiwork. The device appears to be a GoPro, mounted with an epoxy resin. She looks back and forth between the device and the view to the campus, verifying she has a good angle.

"I expected you to be in DC already," you say.

"Everyone's going to be in DC. They'll miss the real story of Friday afternoon. But I won't."

You almost have to admire how mercenary this woman is.

"Thanks for publishing that video so early," you say sarcastically. "Did you forget that it wasn't supposed to drop until Darkbloom was in the Senate?"

"No problem," Kay shoots back. "You're welcome for tipping you off about Darkbloom's opening statement. He knew the story was going to drop, in case you missed that."

She has you there. Darkbloom already had a fabrication ready to go. Beating him to the punch was a valid strategy, although it would have been nice if Kay warned you before it was all over the national headlines.

"That man is the third or fourth richest person on the planet," Kay says, "and the best defense he can come up with is 'fake news.' It's honestly embarrassing."

"What else can you say when someone shows a video of you ripping out a little kid's eyeball?"

"'I'm sorry,' maybe? Okay, that might be a bit underwhelming."

Kay turns and checks her mounted camera again. Then she does something that surprises you: she puts a small, hollow box over it that looks like an electrical meter - and now the camera's lens looks like some sort of powered-off glass display for the meter. It's a bit crude, but someone passing by would never give it a second thought.

"Perfect," she says. "I'm on my way to a Pullitzer for sure."

"Congratulations."

She winks at you. "Have anything to say on the record, before we're both household names?"

"No."

"How about off the record?"

"Just that I can't wait for that bastard to get what's coming to him."

Kay breezes past and pecks you on the cheek. "Remember," she says, her voice low and silky, "there's no such thing as off the record."

She goes.

>>2800484
no, but we are going to be smoking (a peace pipe) (because we're going to make up with him)

>>2800496
I still like her more, but I also still don't want to fuck her. Weird.

>>2800496
We're gonna fuck her in front of a god damn crowd, aren't we?

>>2800496
>Kay breezes past and pecks you on the cheek.
good

She still needs more screentime

>>2800507
>We're gonna fuck her in front of a god damn crowd, aren't we?
She likes it. We know this. I want this.

>>2800507
livestreaming

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A few minutes later, a Mustang roars alongside, *ayden honking the horn obnoxiously. Two of his pals sit in the car, one riding shotgun and another in the back, with Alex.

You get in on the other side of Alex. He's none too pleased to see you -- your presence was clearly a surprise to him.

"Now kith," the man on Alex's other side says through peals of laughter.

"Be niiiice," *ayden chides jokingly. "You silly goose."

"What are you doing here?" Alex whisperss. His voice drips with anger, and it kind of hurts.

"I couldn't bear the thought of these repressed homosexuals having their way with you," you grouse right back. "Why are you hanging out with assholes like this?"

He shrugs.

"Where are we going?" You demand of tonight's chauffeur.

"Golden Lotus," *ayden says. "Not far from here."

"Golden-- what?"

"Asian massage," his friend in the passenger seat explains, looking you in the mirror. "You've never been?"

"Uh, no."

The man on the other side of Alex ribs you. "$200, any-ting you want. Sucky sucky long time."

You shudder. So that's what this is.

"It's on us," *ayden says. "For both of you. You just have to give us the blow-by-blow when you two are done."

Passenger seat laughs: "not literally, though!"

This might be a long night.

>>2800534
My fear has turned to complete bewilderment.
Unless of course the mob owns the parlor, in which case back to fear.

This next one might take a little longer. Please wait warmly!

>>2800538
Ohh ffff-shit

>>2800538
hooo boy

Seems like Alex is looking for somewhere to belong.

>>2800538
!!!

>>2800534
These assholes need to realize that we're the only ones allowed to be a bad influence on Alex.

>>2800538
And we'll start by asserting our dominance through mutual masturbation. In the car.

>>280053
hot a what baabhabhiat

>>2800538
A new kind of fearboner.

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>>2800534

If these guys are actually a stealth pack of fudanshi trying to get us back together through mutual adversity, they might not be so bad.

What's your sin while worrying warmly tonight, /fq/?

>>2800602
Rushing to finish Operation Cube before time runs out. I've just now gotten my one team decent enough to hit it.

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>>2800602
Writing, panicking, playing Evenicle to keep myself warm.

You?

>>2800615
Watching streams and piecing together last minute shadowruns. Too panicky tonight to focus on anything major, and no current D&D things to work on.

>>2800615
Riche best girl

>>2800602
Playing D&D with friends so I can't participate at all. This always happens but I can usually follow what's happening in the quest. But not this time sadly

>>2800640
Unfortunate but understandable. What kind of character are you playing?

>>2800602
Trying to beat 100% OJ singleplayer on extreme
Just stole an Ubiquitous from Poppo, used it on her to get to 200 stars, then attacked Peat while he was on a home space. He rolled a 9 and killed me from 6 HP and then won the same turn :)

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>>2800564
>You just have to give us the blow-by-blow when you two are done
They totally need material for their doujin for Comiket

>>2800659
The only way to get OJ singleplayer done is to use Tamamo or Starbo and brute force it.

>>2800662
... I want this to be true now.

>>2800662
OP is that you?

>>2800665
That's what I'm doing, game still fucks you half the time lol. You'll never see Peat bully Tomomo til you play singleplayer

>>2800602
Recovering deleted files and trying not to drink myself to death.

>>2800645
Damn that was quick are you D&D anon? Well my DM is kinda unorthodox and we play with homebrew classes we find cool on the D&D wiki, it's pretty fun.

It's hard to explain but I'm a demon who channels the powers of lightning, mostly by electro-punching things fast and hard. He's easily angered, likes to fight, and greatly enjoys 80-90s rock music

>>2800674
Good luck!

>>2800602
Making BLT's and TBLT, thinking of playing Gothic or watching Venture Brothers.

>>2800697
Yep, that's me. Also apparenty known as dono-kun and original Vivianfag. I'm more of a traditional player, but that does sound pretty wild. The most important part is that all the players at the table are having fun~. Except Kenders, fuck them.

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You step into a dimly lit parlor decorated with chintzy faux-Japanese silk screens and paper lanterns. A decrepit old Asian woman hobbles to the front desk, looking you and Alex over. The other guys stand back, watching.

"How many?" She says, her voice creaking.

"Just us two."

"How long?"

"Uh... not long?"

"Half hour, okay. You pay now."

You hand over the wad of money given you by the leering idiots behind you.

She counts it. "Okay, good. You come."

You and Alex follow through a curtain of beads to a similarly dim and strange-smelling hallway.

"Did you know about this?" You ask Alex through the corner of your mouth.

He shrugs. "I'm a guy too, you know. Have to blow off some steam, right?"

You're kind of disappointed in him, to be honest. Then again, you're right here with him.

"Okay, you-- room 1. You, room 2." The old woman points out the doors to your respective rooms. "You go in, get naked. Then you wait. Okay? Okay."

She leaves.

Alex turns for his room, but you stop him, grabbing his arm.

"Alex-- I'm sorry," you say.

"That's nice."

"I want to hang out with you tonight. You know, just us. I... look, I'm not good with shit like this. But I miss you."

"You want information, right?"

"I'm being honest with you here. I miss you."

"Uh huh."

He goes to his assigned room, leaving you cursing under your breath.

Your room is little more than a tiny box with a long table that looks like it belongs more in a doctor's office than a brothel. You really don't want to be here, and your plan is to tell the masseuse no funny stuff. The last thing you want is to have some random Chinese hooker suck your dick. Besides, you could do without the herpes. For maybe the first time in this hooker's career, she'll be giving her customer a real massage.

You dutifully strip, but leave your boxers on, and get onto the table. You lie on your back, waiting awkwardly.

And then she walks through the door.

>>2800759
Whoooooo

>>2800759
>And then she walks through the door.
This is going to be interesting.

It's either Amber one of the Cakes.

>>2800759
oh man

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>>2800759

It's gonna be Mara, isn't it.

>>2800770
We literally saw her on the plane towards DC
I bet it's Whitney's mom.

>>2800759
>Mara (probably)
Fuck

>>2800771
What about Mama Mallory?

>>2800759
IS IT ROSE: THE FINAL CHAPTER?

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>>2800759
Uh oh

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what if it's Stasi

>>2800778
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IT'S DEFINITELY ROSE THE COMPLETE SECOND SEASON

You guys are all wrong it's obviously ghost blowjob kaasan

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https://pastebin.com/CKsfemXc

>>2800800
Oh.
OOOOOOH

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>>2800800

>>2800800
>Trivia Questions
How did you know that's my fetish?

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>>2800800
Great Googly Moogly, muh dick.

>>2800800
I didn't know I wanted this. I was a fool

>>2800800
I know it's a good word, but our cock is more often turgid than anything else.

>>2800826

I did a word count on "tugid" in my complete text of FQ2 document and see it's only been used 2 times before. I think there are words and phrases I lean on way more!

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>>2800800

That nice asian woman better be keeping it professional with our trap though.

>>2800833
>implying Camelia didn't sneak Whitney in for him on the sly

>>2800831
I think it stands out cuz it's such an uncommon word, even though you don't use it that much either. It's iconic Fuck Quest vocabulary!

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>>2800800
oh fuck

>>2800840
>>2800831
Here's another word that I hope the author uses: Callipygian.

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GIRLS FUCKED: 5/9

Camelia finishes cleaning herself up with a wad of tissues before getting dressed again. "You have got to be 50% horse," she says distastefully, holding the tissue between her legs as the last of it drains out. "I know it. Your dad was Mr. fucking Ed."

You get dressed, too. "That was... oh my god..." Your legs are still shaky.

Camelia slips into the cheongsam again. Even just watching her dress is transfixing. "Is everything ready on your end?"

"Yeah... where the hell have you been?"

She shrugs. "Getting everything ready on mine."

"That's not helpful."

"I try not to be."

She steps forward, brushing a hand through your hair. "Thank you," she says. "That was my-- well, thank you."

"What are you gonna do now?"

"Hopping on a plane. I need to be in DC for the big show. But before I go... one last instruction."

"Oh boy," you grumble.

"Sable is going to need your help to finish Sand Reckoner. She doesn't know it yet, but she will. Do it. Let her load Penelope with the platform. And then steal it from her."

"Why?"

"You'll know why when the time is right."

She puts her lips to your ear. "Thank you, Alabaster... it's been so fun these past few weeks."

"You're a real pain in my ass," you say.

"You don't mean that." Her good eye sparkles. "I make things interesting."

"I have to go now," you say, "or Alex is going to get suspicious... are you planning to come back from DC or what? Am I going to see you again?"

"I'll be seeing you."

"When?"

She pauses, looking away for just a moment. Then she locks eyes with you.

"I'll see you in another life, Alabaster."

>>2800858
No, uh uh, no, she's not allowed to die. Not allowed.

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>>2800858
>"I'll see you in another life, Alabaster."

>>2800858
No DON'T DO THIS FUCK YOU, YOU CAN NOT DO THIS

>>2800858
Who did we fuck first? Alex or Rose?

>>2800858

>"I'll see you in another life, Alabaster."
>Ally WAKES UP in Season 1 again and Carnelia is there

>>2800858
>"I'll see you in another life, Alabaster."
OH

OKAY

>>2800862
>Who did we fuck first? Alex or Rose?
Look on the bright side, Kaa-san might be alive in the other life.
Thoughts on refering to season 3 as FQ: Another Life?

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>>2800858

PRIME UNIVERSE

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>>2800858
>"I'll see you in another life, Alabaster."
Don't you fucking dare, you one-eyed bitch.

>>2800871
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WRM7T9dKhb0

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Alex won't talk to you on the way out, but as you come back into the parlor, the leering bros who took you here are nowhere to be found. Did they plan to ditch you from the start, or did something else happen? It makes you not just a little paranoid. Alex, of course, is oblivious to this.

"I should have guessed..." Alex mumbles. "False friends... like always..."

"Come back to my place with me," you tell him. "I'll call an Uber."

"I need to go back to work," Alex says. "We're very close to finishing... in spite of everything you've done."

He starts for the exit as the old Asian pimp thanks him and tells him to come again.

[ ] Try to tag along with him.
[ ] Let him go.

>>2800883
>[x] Try to tag along with him.

>>2800883
>[ ] Let him go.
If he isn't interested, why bother?

>>2800883
>[x] Try to tag along with him.
this bridge is already in ashes, but LET'S KEEP GOING AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS

>>2800883
>[x] Try to tag along with him.
>>2800892

>this bridge is already in ashes
We can still swim across.

>>2800883
>[x] Let him go.
I bet he didn't even fuck his hooker. He was just being loud to try to make us jealous. It didn't work.

>>2800883
Well, Camelia did just tell us to work with Sable
[X] Try to tag along

>>2800883
>[x] Try to tag along with him
BABY COME BACK

>>2800858
>cleaning out the lewd juice after going deep dish dicking
>not taping it up to keep it all inside
Camelia I am disappoint.
>>2800883
Try to tag along with him

>[x] Try to tag along with him

Closing and writing.

>>2800883
>[x] Try to tag along with him.
It'd seem pretty wishy washy if we left now

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>>2800892
Then I'll use a flashlight and walk across its beam damn it.

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>[x] Try to tag along with him

You step into the balmy evening air of the California summer.

"Is there any way I can help?" You ask him lamely.

"Ally..." he says. The frustration is evident. "Why do you keep doing this?"

"What?"

"You keep acting like you can fix it. You can't fix it. You pretended like you cared about me so you could stop me from accomplishing the one goal of my entire life. Do you think I'm stupid?"

His eyes are filling with tears even as he tries to make this into an angry recrimination. He wipes them away with the back of his palm.

"It's not like that," you say. "It's not... you don't understand. That isn't how it happened. How can I make you understand?"

"I do understand!" Alex insists. "David Darkbloom is an egomaniac and he ruined your childhood. But I'm not David Darkbloom, and neither is Sable! The work we're doing is going to be so much more than what David Darkbloom wants to do with it! Haven't you figured out by now... don't you know..."

He stops himself, hesitating.

"Know what?"

"It was always going to be like this." He turns to leave.

You reach out, stop him. "Like what?"

Alex searches your eyes. He's obviously not sure he should be telling you this, and yet some vestige of his trust and his affection remain, despite it all. He wants you to know. "Sable was never going to let Darkbloom keep it. Sand Reckoner, I mean."

"...what?"

"She's taking it for herself as soon as it's finished. Or rather... we are. So don't worry. He was never going to have it to begin with."

A black sedan pulls alongside the curb. A man rolls down the window, checks a phone display, and looks back up. "Alex Best?"

"Yeah," he says. "Thanks for picking me up." He opens the passenger side door and gets in.

"Both? Or just you?" the Uber driver says.

"Just me," Alex replies.

The driver pulls away, leaving you all alone once more.

>>2800929
;___;

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>>2800929
God fucking damn it

>>2800929
Told you fuckers.

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>>2800929
I don't know how to feel about this episode so far.

So basically, Sable and Alex are planning to betray Darkbloom too.
>They were on our side all along

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Whitney sits next to you on Galatea's couch, watching the dusty CRT screen. Galatea, true to her word, is sitting at the computer in the corner and doing her best not to pay attention to the TV.

"...live from the floor of the Senate as the Intelligence Committee prepares to question Mara Darkbloom, the first of today's witnesses," a reporter is saying.

Whitney pretends to snore. You jab her with an elbow.

"What?" She says. "This is boring as shit."

"We're about to commit the biggest act of terrorism since 9/11. If this is boring, I don't want know what's exciting."

"Yeah, whatever."

You settle in and watch.

>>2800955
And here we go.

>>2800929

While I appreciate the idea, I have zero confidence in their ability to ruse Darkbloom.

>>2800955
It begins.

>>2800955
I resign myself to the fate we have chosen.

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>>2800965
>not this version

>>2800958
I mean, you could say the same of us. He obviously knows what we're doing.

Honestly their goals are our goals and it would probably be for the best for everyone (safety-wise and also emotionally) if we could get our shit together and apologize with our big boy words. Darkbloom and/or his wife is going to murder them they second they finish their project unless they have our protection.

>>2800968
>Nothing bad.

I have a feeling his choice was intentional.

>>2800968
Thanks, I missed that version

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>>2800969
God, this is a clusterfuck. Everyone is screwing everyone over, no one can trust anyone and we're about to blow up a building.

This is shadowrun as fuck.

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"...point being that maybe we'd all be more private with some kind of, I don't know, net ID card," a clueless 70-something Senator suggests. "It could keep everything in its own lane, as it were."

Mara, her hands folded neatly in front of her, smiles. She leans in so her lips are close to the mic. "Senator, I think there may be some logistical issues with such a suggestion."

"Well, think about it."

"I will."

"What I want to know," another Senator cuts in, sounding to all the world like Foghorn fucking Leghorn, "is how you make sure that no one on Facebook -- now if I have a private account, or some private information, right? How do I know my aunt -- Mrs. Darkbloom, I don't like my aunt, let's say I don't like my aunt -- how can I be plum certain that she isn't able to snoop on me? I mean forget about the companies snooping on us for a second, how do we know, if we set a switch to say private, that we can't be snooped on by other users?"

Even Mara Darkbloom is thrown a little by this word salad. "I think what you're asking," she finally says, "is how we keep malicious actors from getting into your account. We have a number of cutting-edge firewalls to prevent just such a thing from happening."

"But it happened," he says.

"Yes it did. And I can assure you it will never happen again."

"How can we know that?"

"Because I'm telling you." Her voice is icy.

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"...to make sure the handshake between A and B are authentic, and isn't being spoofed by C," Nelson Berenstoin explains, pointing to another part of his complex diagram with a telescoping rod. "Therefore, another man-in-the-middle attack like 3/10 would be impossible."

Silence from the committee.

Finally, one of them is brave enough to try: "But what if C pretends to be B?"

Nelson lets out a frustrated laugh. "That's what I'm telling you. This entire process is designed to prevent that."

More silence.

The same senator tries again: "But what if C pretends to be A? Is there any mechanism to prevent that?"

Nelson is stunned.

"Yes," he finally says. "It... uh, it works the same way."

Silence.

"Thank you," the chairman finally says.

>>2800994
>>2800981
God, I know this is all technically supposed to be tongue-in-cheek, but I hate how accurate it was when it actually fucking happened.
How the fuck do these people stay in charge again?

>>2800994
It would be so sad if this wasn't so dead-on realistic.

>>2800998
>How the fuck do these people stay in charge again?
The don't die.

>>2801004
Pretty much exactly this.

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"The committee recognizes Cerise Soliloquy."

Steeling herself, she closes her eyes, sighs, and stands. The camera pulls back to a wide angle as she strides to the table. Someone thrusts a bible in front of her, and she puts her hand on it, holding the other up to take her oath.

As she settles in, Rose is visible in frame behind her, sitting in the galley. You smile. She'll be a nice diversion, if necessary. Or even if not necessary.

The chairman, a senator Mitch Warner, clears his throat and says in an obnoxious Atlantic accent: "now you're sworn in, and this is just like a court of law, you know, Ms. Sololioquy. So a lie would be perjury. And that's a criminal liability. You understand?"

"Y-yes."

"Then let's begin."

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>>2801015
It begins.

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>>2800998

I hate you OP. I hate you for getting this so right. I hate you. So. Much.

>>2801015
The suspense is fucking killing me, but at least it isn't killing actual characters yet

>>2801015
>Ms. Sololioquy
Is this a typo or is he so retarded he can't pronounce the word "Soliloquy"?

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>>2801015
inb4
>You are Cerise Soliloquy, accessory to terrorism and totally not gay
>[ ] Write in

>>2801024
Even if it's a typo that's 100% in character for this sort of thing

>>2801027
>[x] PANIC

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>>2801027
He's dead before any of the characters are.

>>2801015

I want to be that bible!

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"Your resume is... not very impressive, I have to be honest," a Senator Paul is saying, punctuating his words with a pencil held in a lobster-like grip. "How exactly is it that a high school graduate with-- no prior work experience, is qualified to head an investigation of this size?"

"I, ah, l-learned on the job," Cerise says, stammering. "I worked for this company for four years before taking on a new role--"

"Yes, we know." Another Senator now, Wyvern, of Oregon. "Maybe you can speak to the way Darkbloom Analytics is snuffing out competition, then. It's anti-competitive, the way this company is choking out the competition. Something stinks here, like bad athlete's foot."

Cerise coughs. "I-- don't know what to say," she admits. "I really don't work with competition or any of that. Only with server management, and, uh, recently... recently, the investigation."

You decide now is a good time to divert a little attention, since Cerise is really struggling. You flick the switch on your remote control. In the background, Rose's reaction is unmistakable. Her eyes widen and then she squirms just a little as she gets used to it. You only have her on the lowest setting now, and she knows it, and she looks more frightened than anything.

"Let's get to 3/10," Mitch Warner interrupts. "Were you at the facility that night?"

Cerise hesitates. Finally: "Yes."

You flick the remote a little higher. Rose's lips part. Even at this low resolution it's obvious that she's having a hard time containing herself.

"What were you doing there?"

"My job was server maintenance. At the time, we didn't know anything unusual was going on... I was running my typical diagnostics, when we got a call from, uh, Nelson Berenstoin that there had been a data breach..."

She continues to explain the frantic hours of the hack as you idly play with the remote in your hand. People in the audience are starting to notice as Rose sways and her jaw slackens stupidly.

"We're not here for your long-winded explanations, Ms. Soliloquy." Senator Wyvern, again. "We're not here to sit around, just, smelling your flatulence as if it's the best thing in the world. We need real answers here."

"...What?" Cerise is stupefied.

"Are you the hacker known as Galatea?" He demands.

"No," Cerise says, firmly and instantly.

"Do you know her?"

Cerise's "no" here is much less convincing.

>>2801047
So we kill Wyvern first, right?

>>2801047
>"We're not here to sit around, just, smelling your flatulence as if it's the best thing in the world."
Senator Wyvern confirmed for /csg/uy

>>2801047
>Wyvern

It should be illegal to have such a metal last name.

>>2801047
>You flick the switch on your remote control. In the background, Rose's reaction is unmistakable
Jesus, the reach on this thing. Am I crazy, or is this an excessive range for a damn RC vibrator? It's being put to good use, but still.

>>2801059
This is the part you've decided to question the plausibility of?

>>2801059
I'm more impressed by the fact that there seems to be no delay in the broadcast.

>>2801059
They make wifi enabled ones. Maybe it's connected to a phone app or something.

>>2801066
>Darkbloom and Camelia can see Rose ejaculate

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"...it's like a big tube," Senator Cane, of Arizona, explains in his rickety voice. This has been going on for two full minutes now. "If you put too many things in the tube, you're exposed. You have to put them in one at a time. You don't just, dump a bunch of food down the drain without a garbage disposal. Data is a lot... internet is more complex of course but you have to think of it the same way. How do we keep the internet from being clogged with all that data?"

Cerise is quiet for a long time and looks like she's about to really lose her shit. How the fuck do you respond to that?

You have Rose at the max setting, and have for a while now. She's hugging herself under her knees, her face all droopy and drooly, totally blissed out. Someone strides down the aisle, walks over to her, offers her help, but she waves them off. Half the room is paying more attention to her than to Cerise.

Cerise finally gets her bearings again. "Senator Cane," she says, "with all due respect... I think there are more important questions to consider. Can we move on?"

The galley laughs, and even this doddering old man gets that the room isn't on his side. "Yes, that will be fine," he says.

This begins a second phase of Cerise's testimony: one in which, suddenly, she seems to have realized something you knew already. That these stupid motherfuckers have no idea what they're saying, and therefore, she can reply however she likes. She becomes much more confident.

>>2801067
Darkbloom, Camelia, Kay, and Noelle have all watched us cum inside of someone.

>>2801069
atta girl

>>2801071
Saul is probably watching too.

>>2801069

Any layman knows that the internet is merely a series of tubes.

>>2801067
She's on C-SPAN, anyone can see her ejaculate.

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"You've seen the video that recently came out?" Warner asks.

"I don't--"

"Of course you have. And surely you also know there's a rumor of another video? One in which your own brother..." he checks his notes. "Alabaster, is his name? A video in which Darkbloom does much the same to him, as he does to that poor, innocent young girl."

Cerise bites her lip. "I'm aware of the rumor, yes."

"Do you know whether such a video actually exists?"

"I can't say," Cerise replies.

"Ms. Soliloquy, I'll cut to the chase. Are you and your brother involved with this hack? Is this a revenge plot--"

"Leave my brother out of this," Cerise says. Her voice is just as cold as Mara's.

"Excuse me?" the Senator says, feigning indignation.

"You heard me. Leave my brother out of this."

"All right, fine. Are you involved with this hack, Ms. Soliloquy? Are you taking revenge on David Darkbloom?"

"No I am not. I had no foreknowledge or involvement. And that is all I will say."

They stare each other down.

"This is some fuckin' Mexican Telenovela shit here," Whitney says. "Holy fuck. Your sister is a badass."

Your phone buzzes. You check the display: Sable Guiteau.

"Hello?"

"Alabaster. Please come to my office at once."

"Really. Just like that. I'm not fired anymore?"

"You're still fired. But I need you."

[ ] Go.
[ ] Refuse.
[ ] Demand more information first.

>>2801087
Refuse

>>2801087
When duty calls
[X] Go

>>2801087
>[X] Go.
There is literally nothing she could say that would stop me

>>2801087
>[x] Go.
I want to keep watching. But it's part of the plan.

>>2801087
>[X] Go.
Booty calls.

>>2801087
[x] Go.
fuck it

>>2801087
>[x] Go.

>>2801087
>[x] Go.

>>2801087
>[x] Go
It's our mission.

>Whitney watches Mexican Telenovelas
[laughs in spanish]

>[x] Go.

Closing and writing.