>>3248193
First for Rose2!

First for AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Let's begin the Cake War.

>>3248193
FIRST FOR ALL THE BEST GIRLS

First for incest triumvirate!

I can't wait for
>Roll to see how many people leave this dinner party mad
>13/13

>>3248193
>Food Wars! Shokugeki no Mama
You. I like you

>>3248193
First for Whitney being the smartest!

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Alex sits on a hilltop overlooking pastureland in wine country. The verdure is marred by an enormous white box, several stories tall and probably half a mile to a side. It's like a square tumor on the land.

Sable sits beside him. From her satchel, she hands him a sandwich covered in saran wrap. "You should have this. When was the last time you ate?"

He shrugs. "I'm not sure. A day or two ago, maybe... does that matter?"

"It does matter. You need to keep your strength up."

Sable pulls a sandwich out of the satchel for herself as well, unwraps it and begins to eat. For the first time, she says: "it's nice to see you again."

He warms to this, smiling, even blushing a little. He unwraps his sandwich, replying in kind: "I've missed you, too." But when he takes a bite, he makes a sour face and says: "What is this?"

"Pimento loaf with swiss" she says, mouth full and going for more anyway.

He swallows hard, with some difficulty. "It's... kind of gross," he says.

She is momentarily at a loss. What she finally comes up with is a defense of her choice for lunch on its merits: "Pimento loaf has many essential nutrients, and a unique flavor profile--"

"I can't say I'm a fan, sorry."

Now she tries an appeal to logical consistency. "You've -- eaten pimento loaf sandwiches with me in the past. You have never complained before..."

He stares into the middle distance, trying to recall. "I guess I have, huh... the truth is, I've always kind of thought it was gross."

Sable is not used to back-talk like this from the typically subordinate Alex. But she moves past it: "You should have said so. I wouldn't have made you suffer it if I knew you didn't like it."

He sets the sandwich down on the ground, atop the saran wrap as if he will come back for it, but both of them know he won't.

>>3248193
>-The result: you fucked Rose二 in a karaoke booth. Sho ga nai.

Is that symbol after Rose a Japanese tally mark for 2?

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"What's the plan?" He asks.

She points at the giant building below them. "There are over 10,000 servers in that facility. It's a data center owned in whole by Darkbloom Analytics. Do you know how many facilities just like this one they operate?"

Alex nods. "40 or so."

"42. Plus the central nervous system underneath the campus."

"Don't tell me. You want to destroy them?"

"Precisely so. Camelia was a short-sighted, stupid little girl. She thought she could slay the beast by taking out the central hub. That's not how it works. You need to dismantle the entire thing, all at once. Incinerate it -- atomize it. Not a bit can remain."

"Why?" Alex breathes. "The data on Darkbloom's servers is the backbone of the Sand Reckoner platform -- this is your life's work."

"No, no, no -- no!" Sable shouts. "Sand Reckoner does not belong to the Darkbloom family! My life's work is not to make the Darkblooms into monarchs!"

"Then what?" He demands.

"It hinges on you," Sable says. "Everything. You'll finish Diogenes -- we'll make a new implant, one that merges the two platforms. Thesis, antithesis, synthesis."

Alex frowns in frustration. "You make absolutely no sense when you get like this, Ms. Guiteau."

"Sand Reckoner belongs to the people. When it's finished, it won't need servers to work -- it won't need the Darkblooms, it won't need gatekeepers. It will become an interconnected network of humans, that's how it will work. With no one controlling it."

"Okay. And when we blow up all these servers, what happens to Alabaster Soliloquy? Or his sister-- and Whitney..."

Sable rolls her eyes. "Who cares?"

Alex stands. "I care."

There is anger in his voice.

Sable is really not used to this. She studies his face. "Alex... what happened to you?"

"You left," he says. "You left for over a year. I killed a man... I had to fend for myself... that's what happened to me."

His phone buzzes. When he checks it, it's a text from Whitney: good news about Cerise. He puts the phone away again.

"I need to go for now," he says.

"Will you -- be in touch?" Sable says. For the first time, she feels uncertain of her command over him.

"Of course," he says. "I told you -- I missed you so much -- of course I'll be in touch--"

"Must you go so soon?"

The edge in Alex's voice is dissipated but he doesn't yield: "Yeah, I do... sorry, Ms. Gutieau."

"What is it that's so important?"

"It's..." he pauses. "It's nothing that concerns you. I'll see you again soon. We have a lot to catch up on, don't we..."

He goes. Sable, not sure what to think, picks up his abandoned sandwich and bites into it.

Season 3 OP (A): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ncjy-f_wafs

>>3248210
It's the Japanese kanji for 2. Their tally marks use a different kanji, 正, which they write out one stroke at a time to count.

>>3248210
number two

>>3248209
>Sable sits beside him. From her satchel, she hands him a sandwich covered in saran wrap. "You should have this. When was the last time you ate?"
>He shrugs. "I'm not sure. A day or two ago, maybe... does that matter?"
>"It does matter. You need to keep your strength up."
It hurts...

>>3248215
>"Okay. And when we blow up all these servers, what happens to Alabaster Soliloquy? Or his sister-- and Whitney..."
>Sable rolls her eyes. "Who cares?"
>Alex stands. "I care."
H-he's protecting our smile....

>>3248215
>we'll make a new implant
I hate this.

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Updated the checklist for episode 2

>Moved Amber to confirmed, removed Camelia from Presumed Dead
>Move Mom from Presumed Dead to Unlikely
>Added blue borders to Mom and Amber to indicate their resurrection status
>Moved Charlotte from Likely to Unlikely
>Moved Rose2 from Likely to Confirmed

>>3248215
>"42. Plus the central nervous system underneath the campus."

42+1

At least Alex cares about us enough to not just blithely risk our life.

>>3248193

I never realized how much I missed mom until this ruse was presented to us.

>>3248209

Punished Alex continues to take no prisoners.

>>3248215
Our little boy is growing up.

>>3248215
...are we gonna get into a threesome where Sable tries to hatefuck us but Alex is the mediator?

>>3248215
>It will become an interconnected network of humans, that's how it will work.

I can't even be surprised by this.

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Dr. Carte is the only other person there when you enter the hospital room where Cerise is. Cerise is groaning, incoherent, her head flopping slowly back and forth. But groaning and flopping around is a hell of a lot better than staring blankly at nothing. Dr. Carte, with all the care and gentleness of a mother, soothes Cerise with a damp washcloth to her forehead, shushing and cooing at her.

And like some kind of miracle, lucidity begins to return to Cerise. She flaps her tongue, blinks her eyes, tries and fails a few times to form words. She stops the groaning and head-turning and focuses instead on Dr. Carte, with seeming difficulty. Dr. Carte forces a few ice chips into Cerise's mouth, swabs them around for her. Cerise, still staring at Dr. Carte as if coming down from shock, finally manages: "you were here for me..."

"Yes... yes," she says.

You step forward, wanting to say something. But you're in shock too. The movement, though, catches her attention. She looks at you as Dr. Carte props her up, wedging pillows beneath her back.

"Alabaster," she says. Her voice is still weak. "What a... pleasant surprise... I didn't expect you to be the first person here when I awoke."

"Cerise?" You breathe. "Is it really you?"

Cerise bows her head as if overcome with a flash of pain. She looks herself over, tests the IVs and wires connected to her, the give of her own pale, somewhat emaciated flesh. She looks to her right, at the wheeled little wall of screens with all her vitals on display and steadily beeping away, but she hardly seems to comprehend what the monitors really say. Rather, she stares past them, trying to get her head straight, before looking back and saying: "It's me... I've missed you so much, Alabaster... how long was I asleep?"

"Over a-- a year," you say.

"You went into coma on June 1st, 2018," Dr. Carte says. "Today's date is August 18th... 2019..."

"I understand," Cerise says. She reaches for the cup of ice chips on the bedside table, under control of her body enough now to dispense some for herself. "No wonder I'm so thirsty. And no wonder my head is in such terrific pain..." The ice seems to help, but it sets her to shivering. She looks almost pitiful, in her green and white gown, teeth chattering.

For maybe the first time ever in your relationship with your sister, you are solicitous. You recall that there's a coffee machine just out in the hallway. You offer to get her a cup.

"Yes, please," she says. "As strong as you can make it. Thank you."

>>3248215
A cold open, huh? I like it

>"Okay. And when we blow up all these servers, what happens to Alabaster Soliloquy? Or his sister-- and Whitney..."
>Sable rolls her eyes. "Who cares?"
Wow. What a bitch

>>3248241
Am I being paranoid or does the word choice not sound quite like Cerise?

>>3248241
... This isn't Cerise's voice.
This isn't how she talks at all.

>>3248251
>>3248250
She just woke up from a yearlong coma, maybe her head isn't in a normal place?

>>3248241

>What a... pleasant surprise...

>my head is in such terrific pain

These speech patterns sure are suspicious. I'm on to you OP.

>>3248241
Am I the only one who doesn't buy this? It seems kind of, I don't know, too easy

>>3248250
>>3248251
>>3248261
I don't like this

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When you come back just a moment later with a tall cup of steaming black coffee, Cerise reacts as if she is seeing you for the first time. "Alabaster--!!" She cries. "Jesus Christ. I can't believe it. Did you break this bitch out of prison? This is crazy -- wait -- is that coffee?" She reaches out. "Here. My head hurts like a motherfucker. It's like the worst hangover I've ever had... I need that..."

You hand the coffee off to her, a little uneasy now. The expression on Dr. Carte's face is uneasy too, severe, bewildered. "Are you all right?" She asks.

"How long was I asleep?" Cerise asks.

That's when you notice that Cerise's eyes are... normal. Their same old color. Not the brilliant blue they were even moments before.

"You may have had a bit of a memory lapse," Dr. Carte says. "From Penelope going back into its low power mode. Besides that headache -- are you feeling anything else unusual? Pain, discomfort? Anything else?"

She shakes her head. "How long was I asleep?"

Dr. Carte explains, again.

"Oh..." she says.

"It doesn't matter," you say. "You're awake now."

Cerise nods. Roughly, she throws aside her covers, tugs at all the things connected to her. Dr. Carte helps get them pulled away now without blowing any veins or hurting her, although she still winces as the adhesive ends of the monitoring devices come off.

"How did the eyeball-fucker end up being my doctor?" Cerise asks you while Dr. Carte works.

"We got her out of prison. She's -- uh, she's Whitney's mother."

"Get out," Cerise says. "You're shitting me."

"No, he isn't," Dr. Carte mutters.

"Whitney had a meeting with the president and, uh, arranged for a pardon..." you explain.

Cerise just gapes at you. When she finds her words again, she simply moves on to a different subject. She asks Dr. Carte: "were you taking care of me for the whole year?"

"More or less."

"Like... everything?"

"Most things. Whenever I could be here, at least."

Cerise makes a mortified moan. "That's great. My future mother in law's been changing my bedpan."

Dr. Carte forces down the side railing of Cerise's hospital bed with a hard clack. "Let's get you on your feet," she announces.

>>3248271
oh god oh fuck

>>3248241
>>3248271
OP, you're fucking with my head here

>>3248271
>multiple personalities
Motherfucker.

>>3248271
Oh boy

>>3248271
So Darkbloom is sitting in her implant, gotcha.

>>3248286
FUCK! YOU'RE PROBABLY RIGHT

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GET DARKBLOOM OUT OF HER HEAD

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>>3248271

WELL SHIT

>>3248271
"Penelope" has blue eyes and speaks with better vocabulary.

We have Camelia in our heads. Galatea is in Anna. Catachresis was in Amber, and is now the last name of Rose2 and "Mom."

I don't know what conclusions can come from this but this is concerning.

>>3248295
>>3248286
I can't believe OP is going to force us to murder Cerise.

>>3248298
Never

>>3248298
No, even worse: we're going to end up fucking Darkbloom

>>3248233
Get ready, my dude. >>3248303

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>>3248303

>>3248298
The real question we should be asking ourselves about OP Studios is if Alabaster fucking a guy who looks like a girl is super gay and also super hot, what are his thoughts on him fucking a guy who is a girl.

>>3248286
>>3248298

I mean if we can get best dad and best sister-wife in one package it seems like a pretty good deal to me. I wonder if there are any candidates other than Darkbloom though?

>>3248303
BOYS FUCKED: 2/2

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You and Dr. Carte hold Cerise under her armpits and help her swing her legs over the edge of the bed. She winces when her bare feet touch the cold tile ground. When you get her weight settled fully on the floor, her knees wobble, before finally giving out completely. She stumbles, topples forward -- you and Dr. Carte barely manage to keep her from collapsing to the ground.

"Easy now," Dr. Carte says. "One step at a time. Focus on your extremities. Try to feel where your feet are. You haven't walked in a long time, it takes getting used to..."

"I can't feel my legs," Cerise says, in a panic of despair.

"It's okay. Just focus. Wiggle your big toe."

"I can't feel my legs--"

"Wiggle your big toe."

With monumental effort, so much that sweat starts to pearl on the ridge of her brow, Cerise wiggles her toe.

"Hard part's over," Dr. Carte says. "Now walk."

Over the course of 15 minutes, you teach Cerise again how to walk on her own two feet.

>>3248307
Hoo boy.

From Darkbloom must Die mode to Presumed Dead to Confirmed, imagine if we actually end up fucking Darkbloom.

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Of course Darkbloom is inside of Cerise. He was always a NTRing kind of guy. But seriously, we're kind of fucked here.

>>3248320
The only condition that would let me accept a Darkbloom fucking is if we're the S the whole time.

>>3248316
Is being in a coma the ultimate form of NEETdom?

>>3248327
Imagine Alabaster needing to quickly flip between hatefucking and vanilla based on whose personality surfaces when.

>>3248241
It's darkbloom in her body

>>3248313
>best dad
Anon...

>>3248313
As >>3248295 said, it can be "Penelope", like a split personality of the implant itself.

>>3248330
Which is why we're always the S. Can't get dommed by Darkbloom if you're never a bottom.

>>3248330
In this context that's fucked up but I'd be lying if I said the concept wasn't intriguing.

>>3248339
Imagine if Dark!Cerise doms us That could be pretty hot

>>3248349
Knowing 100% that it's Darkbloom filling in a Cerise-flavored shell is going to make everyone very uncomfortable.

If we fuck Cerise while Darkbloom is possessing her, who does that count as?

>>3248332

#darkbloomdidnothingwrong

>>3248365
Darkbloom

The identity of the other personality hinges on the meaning of the following:

>Cerise, still staring at Dr. Carte as if coming down from shock, finally manages: "you were here for me..."

Is it Darkbloom completely misinterpreting Renee's actions as some sort of forgiveness?

Or Penelope recognizing its own mother?

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Cerise is wearing the outfit she came to the hospital in, a tee and shorts, the kind of thing she would always wear when slumming it at home. It's almost hard to believe she's in normal clothes again, after a year of seeing her in nothing but that gown.

She's sitting in a pleather recliner beside her old hospital bed. She's still a little shaken from it all as she sips her coffee.

"Whitney just texted," you say. "She'll be here soon. Rose and Vivian, too."

"Oh god..." Cerise says. "I don't know if I can deal with Whitney just yet. Nevermind Queen Bitch 1 and Queen Bitch 2."

You can understand that. She's still getting used to being back in reality again.

"Wanna get away for a few minutes?" You ask. "Just us. The others can wait a bit."

"Sure. It'll get me used to walking some more..."

[ ] Cafeteria.
[ ] Rooftop.
[ ] Somewhere else?

>>3248370
Is that GIRLS FUCKED or BOYS FUCKED?

>>3248375
>[x] Rooftop.

>>3248375
>[x] Rooftop.

>>3248375
>[X] Rooftop.

>>3248375
>[x] Cafeteria
I can't imagine how fucking hungry she must be.

>>3248375
>[x] Rooftop.
Is there really any other choice?

>>3248375
>[x] Rooftop.
Real shit, we need some fresh air. All three of us.

>>3248375
>[X] Rooftop.
Was there any other option?

>>3248375
>[ ] Rooftop.

>>3248375
[X] Cafeteria.

>>3248375
>[X] Cafeteria.

>>3248375
>[x] Cafeteria.

>>3248375
>[x] Cafeteria.

>>3248375
>[X] Rooftop.
Anime has taught me that this is the right thing to do.

>>3248375
Oh, and ask her what color Camelia's hair is.

>>3248372
Holy fuck. Good catch anon. Sometimes I feel bad for David

>>3248375
>[X] Just kinda wander the halls.

I'm just not feeling the roof for some reason.

>>3248376
>Girls Fucked: 12/12
>Boys Fucked: 1/1
>AI Overlords Fucked: 1̛/̼̭̠̦̗̖͉͘x̴͔̭

>>3248375
>[X] Rooftop.

>>3248375
>[ ] Rooftop.

>[X] Rooftop.

Sasuga, FQ. Closing and writing.

>>3248375
[X] Somewhere else?
Fuck the hospital, let's go get wasted

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>>3248412
>Sasuga

>>3248375
[X] Rooftop

>>3248412
At least grab her a vending machine sandwich or something,. god she's gotta be hungry.

>>3248365
Well fucking Darkbloom would be gay and if there's one thing we know about Alabaster It's that he's NOT gay. So it'd be Cerise by default

>>3248412
Whelp.

>>3248412
>inb4 an unidentified African-America helicopter flies overhead, and a goon squad rappels down to abduct both of us.

>>3248375
imagine how happy this will make Vivian!!

>>3248412
It's the fate of us weaboos

In my head I can envision OP cackling like a madman as he watches us see SHADOWRUNS in every single word he writes.

>>3248412
is that an ironic sasuga, or a sincere sasuga?

>>3248375
>[X] Rooftop.

>>3248440
Sincere, as in he wanted to write a rooftop scene as well
I hope

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>Alabaster, Cerise, Vivian, Whitney, Rose, Renee all in the same room

wait, Mara has to get her hands on Cerise... and she probably knows she just woke up.

we are fucked. Russian goon squads incoming. Stasi is going to cut off stacklefords other hand, then Alabaster's cock so she can bronze it

>>3248451
1d6 for how many walk out

>>3248451
Nice

>>3248451
>Y

>>3248458

Ironically, if Darkbloom is possessing Cerise it'd make this situation a lot safer for all of us.

>>3248451
All we need is Mom...

>>3248463
no if about it, that's exactly the way he talks. It's also probably the reason camelia wanted the central server destroyed.

So what's the gig tonight, /fq/? More Smash? Watching anime? Got that extra special something something lined up on the panda?

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Friendly reminder that THIS is the girl who will melt Alabaster's icy heart!

>>3248498
In before Whitney gets involved.

>>3248497
Watching my Apollos put the Legends in their place.

Take Aim, motherfuckers.

>>3248498
She'd have a hard time melting butter in the Sahara.

>>3248498
icy kokoro*

>>3248497
cleaning out my apartment after binge watching Marie Kondo

>>3248498
Don't be ridiculous. It's obviously Noelle with her lonely attitude.

>>3248498
I need to give this child a hug and a passionate, loving kiss.

>>3248498
first for cerisebloom.

>>3248515
>child
But she's 20...

>>3248506
Do not bully, bullying is not good

>>3248515
This anon gets it

Waiting warmly

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>[x] Rooftop.

"Are we allowed to be up here?" Cerise asks, stepping on still-unsteady legs through the heavy steel access door that leads to the roof.

"What are they gonna do?" You say. "We've got what's colloquially known as fuck-you money now."

The gravel rooftop has a view to downtown Palo Alto, still bustling with traffic as the sun begins to droop low in the sky. The golden glow of sunset is giving way to the periwinkle of early evening. A gentle breeze from the bay feels refreshing against your back.

Cerise grips the steel guard rail at the edge, staring out. Pensive.

"I lost a year of my life... just like that. I can't believe it." She pauses, then: "Oh god. I'm gonna be 26 in a few weeks."

"We've still got time, we'll marry you off," you say. "What about Stackleford? He's an eligible bachelor..."

"How about you go fuck yourself," Cerise says.

You laugh.

Her voice goes serious again. "I don't remember anything. I was in Gal's bedroom, then... waking up, just now."

You're silent for a few moments as you let that settle.

"What you did," you begin. You gulp and start over. "The implant... you didn't have to--"

"Of course I did. It was the only way."

"I would have been okay."

"You would have been a million little bloody giblets in a sewer," Cerise cuts in. "I had to do it... after everything... I mean, you saved me once, so..." She glances sidelong at you. "Consider us even, I guess."

"Even," you agree.

A flash of light in the sky catches your attention. You look back: a brilliant blue burst of pyrotechnics glows on the distance. After a delay, the glittery crackle of it hits your ears. Then comes another, and another. Fireworks.

"Is today a holiday?" Cerise asks.

"I don't think so," you say.

You stare at the fireworks for a long time, quiet. Just you and Cerise. Whatever the occasion for the show, you're happy to have it. You're happy to be here with her. You're... happy.

For the first time in as long as you can remember.

You almost don't know what to do with yourself.

"Alabaster, I l--"

"There! You! Are! Al-a-bas-ter!"

You turn, grimacing: it's Rose2.

>>3248498
Man.

What will Cerise say when she finds out we fucked Ro2e?

>>3248529
She is 19 and even younger at heart!

>>3248534
KITAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

>>3248534
This seems like the right choice, but I know that it somehow wasn't.

>>3248534
>You turn, grimacing: it's Rose2

Next time, fuck her into a coma. Like, holy shit man.

>>3248536
Oh, we're never gonna hear the end of it. From anyone. The entire rest of our harem is going to make merciless fun of us. But it'll be worth it for how much it'll piss off Rose Prime

>>3248534
>Fireworks
Fucking hell.

>>3248534
>Fireworks on the rooftop
Sasuga OP

It was so great the first time, can we do it again?

>>3248534

We need to remember to thank mysterious virtual world administrator X for setting up this nice fireworks scene for us.

>>3248534
Absolutely based OP

>>3248534
>Fireworks.
>"Is today a holiday?" Cerise asks.
>"I don't think so," you say.
I'm guessing this is the "reality warping power" from Cerise. Or just fireworks and I'm being paranoid.

>>3248571
I was thinking the same exact thing. That was waaay to perfect

>>3248571
what, you though Cerise just woke up at random? wheels withiin wheels

>>3248579
It's definitely that. Penelope altering reality to fit Cerise's ideal. Her greatest disappointment fixed, her greatest wish granted.

>>3248579
>>3248571
Theory: there are no fireworks. Only those with the implants can see them as Cerise projects her ideal view at this moment onto the world.

Fuck we're paranoid.

>implying each successive episode isn't us going another layer deep in the VR subrealities

>>3248591
>WAKE UPx9999

>You now realize that no matter what OP writes he can just play it off as a Sand Reckoner anomaly.
>Literally everything we read could be truth or a lie and only OP can define which is which.
>and he won't

>>3248605
Not entirely true, as SR, at its "heart", is still a machine. Machines, even rampant AI, still have to follow their base programming, and follow a specific set of rules. Even if things get absolutely fucked - and let's face it, they will - then there will still be a baseline pattern of logical consistency at some level.

>>3248603
>he thinks he can [X] WAKE UP from within a subreality

The old threads are already archived. We're trapped now. The only hope is finding the uppermost reality thread on the dark web.

>>3248550
Definitely, she has the most awful timing

>>3248632
No timing with Rose2 could be awful, it's always a blessing to see her beautiful smile.

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"We are going to have some tan-o-shii today, believe-you-me! The whole gang's back together!"

Cerise's face is a mask of sheer revulsion and secondhand mortification.

"Why the fuck--" you begin.

"When you ghosted me again, I was just about ready to go super saiyan on your butt! But then Whitney texted, and she said that Cerise was wakey-wakey again! Oh my gosh! I came right away..."

Cerise frowns. "Alabaster, are you responsible for this?"

"I--" you say.

"Of course you are. I'm holding you personally responsible for the fact that Rose2 is the third human being I ever saw after waking up from a yearlong coma. You went from being even with me to being in infinite debt just now."

Rose2 hardly seems to notice this back-and-forth. She blathers on, unfazed. "When we got here, we couldn't find you! Dr. Carte said you wandered off, and Whitney was getting all anxious, but then I said to myself: now where does an otouto take his onee-chan when she wakes up from a coma and they finally reunite? The rooftop, of course! A-durr."

She strikes a pose.

"Well played," you admit. "You figured it out. But we'd really like a little alone time, you know..."

"Uh, for sure, of course!" Rose2 says. "But Whitney is getting mega-super antsy because she has a reservation at only the best, most exclusive restaurant in town! And we're all invited!" She makes finger guns at you. "It'll be a party!"

"Why do you even exist?" Cerise says. "I can't even begin to describe the level of disgust--"

"You're silly!" Rose2 laughs. "Just like back in anime club at North High. If I didn't know better I'd say you're just being tsuntsun!"

"Say some weeb shit out loud again," Cerise growls. "I will put you back in the circle of shame so fucking fast your head will spin. Try me."

"We made the mistake of bringing her aboard as an intern," you explain. "It's been..."

"It's been awesome!" Rose2 says. "Especially now that Alabaster and me are boyfriend and girlfriend!"

>>3248640
Man I can't believe I fucking called this encounter. OP this is spooky.

>>3248640
>"It's been awesome!" Rose2 says. "Especially now that Alabaster and me are boyfriend and girlfriend!"

ABORT

>>3248640
UM.

>>3248640
Throw her off the rooftop

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>>3248632
I just realize something. How in the fuck did she know we would be here? Its not like we told Amber or Not!Mom shit.
>>3248640

Never mind.

>"Why do you even exist?" Cerise says. "I can't even begin to describe the level of disgust--"
I agree Cerise.
> "It's been awesome!" Rose2 says. "Especially now that Alabaster and me are boyfriend and girlfriend!"

See Picture.

>>3248640
I am personally tsundere for this post.

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"Now hold on," you begin, trying to think of a way to diplomatically correct the record before Cerise can explode.

Cerise takes your arm, and turns with you so your backs are to Rose2. "You fucked her," Cerise whispers. "Didn't you."

"Kind of."

"You don't kind of fuck someone. You fucked her. Now she's imprinted on you like a lost puppy."

"I think that's about the size of it."

"I knew you had shitty taste, Alabaster, but... Jesus fucking Christ."

"It's a long story... there was a legitimate reason, I swear."

She rolls her eyes.

"And some things we need to talk about..." you say. "Things are-- crazy."

"I hope you know that your dick is going to smell like pocky and fanfiction for the rest of your life now. It's a disease. She's the carrier of a disease--"

"Uh...?" Rose2 says, standing on her tiptoes as if this will allow her to see over your shoulders, or overhear the low conversation.

"Just a minute!" You call over your shoulder. Then, to Cerise: "Are you hungry?"

"Hungrier than I've ever been in my entire life."

"Are you up to being social?"

"Depends. If we go out, are you going to trip and land with your dick inside another weeaboo for totally legitimate reasons?"

You sigh.

"Your call, Alabaster. I haven't seen these people in a long time, so I'm sure it's the right thing to do to hang out with them."

"But you'd rather go home."

"Do I still have one?" She asks, seeming genuinely curious about the answer.

"A mansion."

"Whoa."

[ ] Go to dinner with everyone.
[ ] Skip out on social obligations, go home with Cerise.

>>3248649
https://youtu.be/pXRviuL6vMY

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>>3248640

>>3248655
MY DICE ARE READY, OP

>>3248640
>In a miraculous display of strength, Cerise then throws Alabaster off of the rooftop to his death. She then takes up the mantle as FUCK QUEST MC, acquiring his harem in the process.

>>3248655
>[x] Go to dinner with everyone.

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>>3248640
>"It's been awesome!" Rose2 says. "Especially now that Alabaster and me are boyfriend and girlfriend!"
NO
WE'RE HUSBAND AND WIFE
TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT!

>>3248640
Fucking hell. Of course the wrong Rose is here. Where the fuck is Better Rose?

>>3248655
>[x] Go to dinner with everyone.

My dice are ready.

>>3248655
>[x] Go to dinner with everyone.
This seems like fun

>>3248655
[ ] Skip out on social obligations, go home with Cerise.
Get Cerise's favorite takeout. And Beer. Lots of fucking beer.

>>3248655
>[X] Go to dinner with everyone.

Solely because it's the unexpected choice.

>>3248655
>>3248663
Didn't even vote but you know what we all want.
>[x]

>>3248655
>[x] Go to dinner with everyone.

>>3248655
[x] Go to dinner with everyone.

>>3248655
[X] Go to dinner with everyone

>>3248655
[X] Go to dinner with everyone.
ALLLLL ABOOOOOARD

>>3248655
[x] Custom: Offer to go back to rose 2 house with her to show family dinner night is still alive

>>3248655
>[X] Go to dinner with everyone.

>>3248670
Fucking this

>>3248655
>[x] Go to dinner with everyone.

>>3248655
>[X] Skip out on social obligations, go home with Cerise.
Dessert for dinner!

>>3248683
Actually I want this one

>>3248655
[X] Skip out on social obligations, go home with Cerise.

>>3248683
This please

>[x] Go to dinner with everyone.

>>3248700
>>3248683
Where do you both think the dinner is going to happen?

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>>3248655
>"I hope you know that your dick is going to smell like pocky and fanfiction for the rest of your life now. It's a disease. She's the carrier of a disease--"
[X]Go to dinner with everyone.

>>3248695
>>3248683
>Hey, want to come back to the bubblegum bitch that you hate's house to have dinner with our dead mom and the zombified terrorist that almost ruined our lives again?

Special kind of dumb.

>>3248640

New theory, Rose: Judgment Day is an NPC. Only the cold calculations of a machine could reach this level of performance.

>>3248655

[x] Skip out on social obligations, go home with Cerise.

>>3248655
>[X] Go to dinner with everyone.

>>3248683
>>3248692
>>3248695
>>3248700
Calm down anons, we plan to do that already. Be patient and enjoy the party for now

>>3248713
Forget Cerise, she's got her friend alcohol and depression. We need our bubblegum blowie.

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>>3248718
>Forget Cerise

You monster

>>3248718
Yeah nah, fuck you.
We set out to save some smiles. And protect the ones we still can. That includes Cerise. Especially Cerise.

>>3248655
>[X] Go to dinner with everyone.

Christ I've missed Cerise.

>>3248640
>"Of course you are. I'm holding you personally responsible for the fact that Rose2 is the third human being I ever saw after waking up from a yearlong coma. You went from being even with me to being in infinite debt just now."
Kek

>"When we got here, we couldn't find you! Dr. Carte said you wandered off, and Whitney was getting all anxious, but then I said to myself: now where does an otouto take his onee-chan when she wakes up from a coma and they finally reunite? The rooftop, of course! A-durr."
That was a surprisingly smarter deduction from what I'd normally expect from Rose2

>>3248718
>My little anon can't be this based!

>>3248655
>[ ] Go to dinner with everyone.

The Vivian Opinion

>>3248736
We're living a life so anime even the resident über-weeb can predict it.

>>3248736
To be fair, it relied entirely on the fact that we're coincidentally operating off the same anime tropes that she takes as reality.

>>3248655
>[X] Go to dinner with everyone.

>>3248655
>[X] Go to dinner with everyone.

>>3248744
>>3248745
Hey I mean that's some kind of intelligence. Just not the very useful kind...

>>3248655
>[ ] Skip out on social obligations, go home with Cerise.


I will never abandon onee-chan

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>[x] Go to dinner with everyone.

Downstairs, in the hall on the way back, the first person you bump into is Makoto. She's sitting in a chair by herself, scrutinizing a songbook -- what else?"

"Is everyone in Cerise's room?" You ask her.

"Yes!" She says, not looking up.

Cerise is gobsmacked. "Is that..." she breathes. "Is that Makoto fucking Kik--"

"No! I am Whitney Darkbloom!" Makoto says, finally glancing up. "Hello to Cerise, my favorite sister!"

Great. Method acting. Cerise has no clue what to say to being confronted with a pop idol who claims to be your childhood friend.

"She's playing Whitney in a movie..." you explain.

Cerise has hardly any time to process this before your conversation draws people out of what was once Cerise's room.

Whitney is first. When she sees Cerise standing there, she simply bounds the short distance between her and Cerise in an uncharacteristically wordless gesture, and embraces her in great big a bear-hug. Cerise awkwardly hugs her back. When Whitney pulls away, her eyes are dewy, and a single tear runs down her cheek.

"I knew you'd wake up!" Whitney says. "You kicked that coma's ass!"

The reunion between Cerise and Rose is less emotional, but still heartfelt. They nod at each other, and that's that. Charlotte Mallory wears her heart on her sleeve though. She's a blubbering mess, and begs off hugging Cerise because she doesn't want to get snot on the poor girl. Saul is also clearly moved to see Cerise awake again, but stoically so.

The only thing he says is directed at you: "Word gets around. That bitch Keki wants to talk to her. I said she'd have to wait until we've had a chance to reunite and get Cerise some rest."

"Keki..." Cerise says. "The FBI?"

"I'll be there," Saul says. He puts a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "You won't have to say a word."

Vivian is walking out with Dr. Carte now. Cerise is clearly not used to having to spend time with Vivian as a relative peer -- nor is Vivian. But Vivian puts on a polite (if wan) smile and says: "Hospitals are dreary places. Perhaps we should begin for the restaurant."

(Please wait warmly!)

>>3248773
>(Please wait warmly!)
Ohhhh man

>>3248757
Rose 2: Rose Harder's genre savviness is making me concerned that she's going to cock-block us at some point.
I'm not sure if it's going to happen, but something preventative may need to be done about this bubblegum trollop.

>>3248773
WELP

>>3248773
And so my watch begins.

>>3248773
>(Please wait warmly!)
FOOOOOOOOOOD FIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT

>>3248773
Oh...

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>>3248773
Warmth increases.

>>3248780
We just have to double down and fuck her in the same scene if it comes down to it.

>>3248773
>Whitney is first. When she sees Cerise standing there, she simply bounds the short distance between her and Cerise in an uncharacteristically wordless gesture, and embraces her in great big a bear-hug. Cerise awkwardly hugs her back. When Whitney pulls away, her eyes are dewy, and a single tear runs down her cheek.
>"I knew you'd wake up!" Whitney says. "You kicked that coma's ass!"
Muh heart. I find the fact that Whitney cares so much about Cerise really cute

>>3248773
Based Saul.

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>>3248773
>(Please wait warmly!)

>>3248780
That's why we need to make our dominance known by fucking Cerise in front of her

>>3248800
>Finsih the Job.jpg
>Finsih
Sasuga anon

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>>3248773
>(Please wait warmly!)

>>3248773
Give it to me straight OP. When do we start rolling the dice?

>>3248773
>(Please wait warmly!)
I'm afraid!

So what are you guys doing? Besides waiting warmly of course

>>3248899
I've started a free to play ultimate ironman. Currently multiquesting my way through the quests.

>>3248899
Looking forward to imagining my dick getting stepped on by Misaka Worst during next week's Index episode.

>>3248331

Glad I'm not the only one who thought that.

>>3248899
I'm listening to Jim Croche and writing.

>>3248899
Getting beaten by my boyfriend at smash bros

>>3248899
About to play some Smash now that Index is caught up. Anyone wanna host a room?

>>3248923
L O N D O N

>>3248899
Playing Victoria 2
>>3248925
>L O N D O N
He could be gay

>>3248899
Circulation is fucked up so not very warm right now, Considering getting up though and grabbing 3ds to play more Etrian Odyssey, but not enough energy to do that.

>>3248899
Getting my ass kicked in War Thunder

>>3248935
Yeah, but someone had to make the joke. Figured I'd get it out of the way.

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Baumé is the kind of chic, ostentatious setting you've had a year to get used to now, but Cerise is in awe. "I bet the food here costs more than the GDP of an African nation," she says as you step with her through the door.

"That's the wine," you say. "The food is more than the GDP of a southeast Asian nation."

"Baumé is typically closed on Sundays, isn't it?" Vivian asks Whitney.

"It's not closed for billionaires," she says. "I told the chef here that I wanted him on standby for the moment Cerise woke up again. You bet your ass I got him over here as soon as I heard the news."

Alex is in the reception area already, and his eyes light up as you enter. "Ms. Cerise!" He says. "Oh my goodness. I can't believe you're really back."

"Hey kid," she says warmly. They embrace.

You laugh: "I finally found the thing that'll get you out of the office."

Alex is abashed, but begs it off with a wave of his hand. "I'd never let anything stop me from being here!" The smile on his face is one of the first genuine smiles you've seen from him in a while.

A hostess escorts you back to a private room and passes out menus printed on heavily textured cream-colored paper -- even the menus here are gaudy and pricey-looking, of course. Cerise scrutinizes it, muttering: "wine, wine, wine... where's the beer?" She glances up. "Do you serve beer?"

"Oh --" the hostess says. "Yes. Ms. Darkbloom said there would be a guest who wanted beer, so we got some special for the occasion. I assume this is you?"

Cerise shoots Whitney an astonished look. "Heeeh," Whitney laughs.

"We have Sapporo and Kirin Ichiban. Which would you like to begin with?"

"Both," Cerise says.

"Of course." The hostess goes around the long table now, taking wine selections from the others, and fielding questions about the baroque entree descriptions. Although Vivian and Rose2 are both underage, there's not even a mention of carding them.

>>3248945
Got my Sapporo right here. Kanpai, /fq/.

>>3248935
You pegged it! (pun intended)

>>3248945
WhitneyxCerise - best sisterwives.

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More guests begin to arrive and filter in now. First is Fazil. He gives Cerise a hug and exclaims: "The best boss on the planet Earth is here again! Very good, yes? Yes?"

Still holding Cerise by the shoulders, he nods again and again until Cerise agrees with him: "Yes. Very good."

"Yes!" He parrots. "Very good! And here is this." He presents her with a rugged green bottle that has a dead snake suspended in it. Cerise seems unsure if she should even take it, but he practically forces it into her hands. "I go on holiday to Vietnam earlier this Summer. On my travels, I find this: cobra wine. And rather than drink it, I am think to myself -- Cerise is a purveyor of the eastern cultures also. She would enjoy this if she wakes-- no, WHEN she wakes. It is your present!"

"Th-thank you," Cerise stammers.

"It is good! Yes? Will get you mega fucked-up! Shall we have a glass?"

"Um," Cerise says, "I really like it, Fazil, but I want to experience being NOT fucked-up for a little while. I did just wake up."

"Oh, of course!"

"You can still have some, though--"

"If you insist!" He grabs the bottle back, pops the cork with his bare hands, and pours the foul-smelling liquor into a fluted wine glass. "Şerefe!" He cries, and knocks it back.

>>3248899
Finishing writing a story. No lewd scenes though. I experimented with filling in the one fade-to-black scene once. I ended up with 3000 words of pure, distilled vanilla. I don't know if I have the mental, physical, or sexual strength to do that again, but it did give me a newfound respect for OP's work.

>>3248963
BASED

>>3248963
Fazil! My guy!

Okay, now that this many people are arriving, I'm concerned that something's going to go terribly wrong here

>>3248963
Holy shit Fazil.

>>3248963
FAZIL!

>>3248963
BASED

>>3248963
>>3248945
This is happy. This is too happy.

This won't last, will it?

>>3248963
The Fortunate son is here. BASED FAZIL.

>>3248963
FAZIL!

>>3248978
Best to enjoy the reality we're presented with when it's presented.

>>3248963
>Fucking Fazil
Holy shit everyone is here

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Less happily, Stackleford is next. "Bitchin'!" he says, going for a high five which Cerise doesn't reciprocate. His prosthetic fingers make him look part Terminator. So does his newfound physique. He awkwardly lets his hand fall to his side.

"Stackleford...?" Cerise says. "No fucking way."

"Cerise, you were always my number one nigga. I'm glad you're awake."

"What did we say about that word?" You demand. "I swear to god, if you get us in the news again over that shit, I will put you in the ground."

"Uh -- sorry."

"Jesus," Cerise says. "Did you get lipo? What the hell happened to you?"

"Got tickets to the gun show, that's what!" He flexes one of his biceps and slaps it with his other hand. "After all that crazy stuff happened last year, I thought I should know how to defend myself... and I dunno... I kinda liked working out. I just imagine it's like I'm training to be the next hokage."

Cerise cradles her face in her hands in donated shame. All the exercise in the world couldn't exorcise Stackleford's personality.

Rose2 claps, though. "It's sugoi, isn't it? You really are looking just so great, Stacks."

He stammers and can't find anything intelligent to say, so he just takes his seat.

>>3248989
AHAHAHA
AHAHAHAHAHA

Fuck.

>>3248989
oohohohohoho man

>>3248989
WHAT THE FUCK?

>>3248989
>"It's sugoi, isn't it? You really are looking just so great, Stacks."

I'd accuse her of trying to make us jealous, but she's pure enough to actually make that a compliment.

>>3248989
If Stackleford can do it, so can you!
No excuses anons!

>>3248989
Why the fuck is HE invited?

>>3248989
Oh Shit, he took the year off and trained.

>>3248989
God, he has a crush on Rose2 doesn't he? Is this man destined to get NTR'd by us at every turn?

>>3249011
With his personality he deserves it

Could Stackleford beat our ass if he wanted?

>>3248989
>Stackleford got a time skip training power up

Oh shit, when things get serious he may have to use *that*

>>3248963
Holy shit, it's Fazil

>>3248989
what the fuck

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Kay slinks in.

"Oh shit," Whitney says. "Here comes Deep Throat."

"For the last time," Kay says, taking a seat, "Deep Throat was the source. Not the reporter. If anyone is Deep Throat, it's you."

"What the fuck ever, Deep Throat. Who invited you?"

"I know all the best places in town to be. That's a reporter's job."

"Well get the fuck out. This is a private dinner."

Kay laughs, her voice silky and haughty. "Hmm... I'll take it into consideration." She turns to Cerise: "How are we feeling?"

"A little crazed," Cerise says.

"Yeah. Waking up in a brand new world will do that. When you've got your sea legs, let me know. I'd love to talk one on one."

"Um."

"No pressure. It can be off the record..."

"Bullshit," you cut in.

Kay's eyes twinkle.

>>3249023
M-masaka! THAT? Surely you don't mean...!

>>3249027
...I seriously have no idea on she going take a ride on the Al-a-blast-off stick. It's going to be fun when it happens.

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>>3248989
>MFW I predicted this last season
I feel like I brought this evil upon us.

>>3249027
>"No pressure. It can be off the record..."

>"Bullshit," you cut in.

>Kay's eyes twinkle.
>[x] Doubt.

>>3249027
Ok who's fucking next? Are Noelle and Mara gonna walk in?

>>3248989
This is the future I envisioned. Stackle/fit/ will autistically suplex our enemies into submission
>>3249027
I love her

Jesus, who could be next to walk in?

Is it gonna be Nelson? Armstrong?

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Conversation passes into multitudes of side-bars, from person to person, as salads come and go, wine gets poured by the bottle and pleasant -- if unusual -- smells begin to emanate from the kitchen. The mood is light, carefree, although of course the events of earlier are nagging at the back of your mind... seeing Camelia, and Mom... and you don't notice that Cerise is also looking a little careworn too. Until she calls your attention to it.

She tugs on your sleeve, leans in to whisper: "Alabaster... do you -- know how Gal is doing?"

Leave it to Gal to ruin a nice night without even being here.

"She's all right," you say. "She has a nice place downtown here in Palo... and right now I guess she's probably at her computer watching porn or something."

Cerise nods. "That's good... I'm glad. You keep in touch with her?"

You sort of half-shrug.

"I'd like to see her later."

You won't rain on your sister's happiness. In fact, the thought strikes you that maybe this is the kind of thing that Galatea would be willing to leave the house for. Her loft is only a couple blocks away.

[ ] Go get her.
[ ] Forget it.

>>3249060
>[x] Forget it.

>>3249027
>Deep Throat
This smells like a portent of girls yet to be fucked.

>>3249058
Camelia and mom

>>3249060
[X] Forget it

>>3249060
>[X] Go get her.

Though I doubt the mouse will be able to handle the whole atmosphere.

>>3249060
>[x] Go get her.
I don't care how much of a piece of shit Alabaster is. This is for Cerise's sake.

>>3249060
Call her on a tablet or something

>>3249060
>[ ] Go get her.
We're probably in a good enough mood right now.

>[X] Go get her.

>>3249060
>[x] Forget it.
>Bringing Galatea anywhere near Stacklefuck

Just bring Cerise to her apartment after dinner if she isn't too worn out.