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>>3915096
FIRST FOR OH GOD OH FUCK

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I like this title card.

IT'S TIME!

>>3915096
>-Alabaster and Rose convinced Alex that he should install it inside himself.
Sounds lewd

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Season 2/3/4 Smut Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/u/CeriseSoliloquy (content not allowed on /qst/ will go here)
Season 1 Smut Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/rkSCNTEa

Season 1 Episode Index: https://pastebin.com/u/DirtyCeriseFaggot
Season 2 Episode Index: https://pastebin.com/iDiki7kt
Season 3 Episode Index: https://pastebin.com/FAC5emid
Season 4 Episode Index: https://pastebin.com/0LwgLaHB
Twitter: https://twitter.com/CeriseSoliloquy

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Episode 1 ("Five Petabytes per Second"): https://archived.moe/qst/thread/3757772

Episode 2 ("Galatea Trick"): https://archived.moe/qst/thread/3775200

Episode 3 ("2MI DA"): https://archived.moe/qst/thread/3787986

Episode 4 ("Fooly Chloe"): https://archived.moe/qst/thread/3818053

Episode 5 ("Jigglypuff"): https://archived.moe/qst/thread/3832845

Episode 6 ("Ghost in the Shell: Little Sister Complex"): https://archived.moe/qst/thread/3845974

Episode 7 ("Bubblegum Crisis"): https://archived.moe/qst/thread/3891623

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AND NOW, EPISODE 8 OF THE END OF FUCK QUEST:
"Keki's Delivery Service"

>>3915096
So where can I sign up to have Noelle delivered to my door?

>>3915109
>"Keki's Delivery Service"
>Psycho Pass S3 brings Yayoi back

Thanks for making sequels happen OP.

>>3915130
Oh she actually showed up? Her and Akane's absence was one of the things keeping me from watching it. Akane in yet?

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"Thanks so much for coming to lunch!" Lucy says as Rose gets settled at the restaurant patio table across from her. Lucy puts a hand to her own collarbone. "Oh my gosh. How long has it been, anyway? Five years? I can't believe how fast the time is going."

"It's crazy," Rose says. "I--"

"Uh..." Lucy makes a face.

"Hmm? What's the matter?"

"That word."

"Which?" Rose asks, genuinely confused.

"...Nevermind. Well -- anyway -- it's so nice to see you. Kaylee and I-- oh, here she comes."

Kaylee approaches from behind. Rose swivels in her seat to wave at her. The two young women hug warmly, Kaylee stooping, and then she sits too. "Wow! President Rose! I still honestly feel starstruck sitting with you, after all this time. Has it really been five whole years?"

"I know!" Rose says. "I can't believe it. I was just telling Lucy how crazy it is that--"

"Uh," Kaylee says.

"Hmm?" Rose asks.

"Oh, nevermind," Lucy interjects, taking her iced tea from the waiter. She sips at it. "How are you doing these days?"

"Just wonderful," Rose says, pausing to ask the waiter for a coke. "And I heard you and Kaylee got a job with Wells Fargo?"

"It's not exactly Wall Street," Kaylee says, "but this way we get to live in San Fran! The Bay is just gorgeous, really."

"And good money, too," Lucy says. "Pulling down six figures right out of college isn't too bad at all. Then again, I guess we're nothing compared to a corporate bigwig like you!"

Rose tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, laughing. "The only thing I had going for me was being in the right place at the right time," Rose says. "I got lucky. That's all."

Kaylee clasps both palms to her lips, eyes going wide. She noticed it when Rose lifted her hand up: the ring. "Rose--!"

Rose glances down at it now, herself. "Oh. I suppose I didn't tell you." She displays the back of her hand for her two friends now, showing off the gold band for them to appreciate.

"I cannot believe you got married!" Lucy giggles. "To think Rose Mallory would take part in such a patriarchal institution!" She lays a hand on Rose's arm and leans in. "That's amazing news. Who's the lucky person?"

"Or maybe unlucky," Kaylee says with a smirk. Rose laughs right along with them as the waiter returns with her drink.

>>3915134
Ohhh man. This is gonna be great. Or awful.

>Five years? I can't believe how fast the time is going.

S-same.

>>3915133
>Oh she actually showed up?
Very end of episode 3. And I only got glimpses of Akane.

Sadly, you'll have to put up with Chief Shimotsuki getting a lot of screentime in all her bitchy self. And the average runtime per episode is 40+ mins.

>>3915134
I didn't know I needed this.

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"It's kind of funny, really," Rose says.

"Who?" Lucy demands. "Come on, we just have to know!"

Rose laughs again, more nervously, and takes a sip. "Well, the funny thing is you know him already... he's someone we went to high school with."

Lucy gasps. "No! You mean -- of course. You and Brock! Finally!"

"I knew you two would wind up together," Kaylee adds.

Rose's bright expression drops like a stone. "Uh. No."

"Oh..." Lucy says, somewhat deflated too. "Then who? -- Orin? -- Zeke?"

Rose slowly shakes her head. "Alabaster."

Lucy and Kaylee cackle -- loud and long. It's the funniest thing they've heard all month. "Oh my god!" Kaylee manages to choke between the uncontrolled peals. "That's sick! But really, though. Who?"

"I--" Rose says. "That's not a joke. I married Alabaster."

The laughter dies a slow, awkward death. "You..." Lucy drawls.

"I'm Rose Soliloquy now. Crazy, I know."

"Uh."

Rose looks from face to face. "I mean -- we always fought and argued, but in the end, we really... I suppose what I mean to say --"

"You are messing with us, right?" Lucy asks.

Rose frowns. The sting of awkwardness is turning to anger in her heart: "No. I told you. I married Alabaster. We fell in love... I love him."

Lucy cringes. "Yikes."

"Yikes?" Rose says.

"Just... yikes."

"Isn't he your cousin?" Kaylee says.

"Once r--"

Kaylee shakes her head. "Honey, no. Oh no. Alabaster Soliloquy? That little fuckboy is a total sociopath." She puts a hand on Rose's. "Oh, you poor... he does not love you, trust me."

Rose jerks her hand back. "How the fuck do you know?" She spits. "How dare you tell me how my own husband does or does not feel about me. That's crazy." When Kaylee cringes, Rose continues: "Yeah. Crazy. Maybe you're the sociopath, huh?"

Cheekbone resting on the ball of her palm, fingertips against her forehead, Lucy shakes her head sadly. "You did marry him. He's obviously done a real number on you, too."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Rose demands.

"He changed you."

Rose stands. Angrily she fishes through her purse, finds a few bills, and throws them on the table to pay for her drink. "Alabaster didn't change a thing about me," she says. "I chose to marry him because I love him. And I'm choosing to leave now. Goodbye."

She pulls her purse over her shoulder and breezes past, leaving her two former friends to lean in and gossip to one another over the unfortunate fate of former North High StuCo President Rose Mallory.

SEASON 4 OP: https://vimeo.com/354421891
SEASON 4 OP (Creditless): https://vimeo.com/354421989

>>3915152
Yeah, Shimotsuki essentially being a mind-broken fascist is probably entertaining in its own way.

>Average runtime per episode is 40+ minutes
How in the what in the god damn.

>>3915156
Rose is a strong and independent woman. The courage she displayed by marrying Alabaster was nothing short of stunning, and incredibly brave of her.

>>3915156
>Lucy cringes. "Yikes."
>That little fuckboy is a total sociopath.
Once again OP's human interactions are spooky on target.

>>3915156
Oof, poor Rose.

>More BRQ references.
Heh.

Did you link the right OP, OP? I see that alternate in there...

>>3915156
About the best that I can expect in such a situation.

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As a bonus, here's an alternate OP theme that I considered for season 4, before committing to recreating the Eva opening. No video for this one, just the song, but it's pretty good.

https://vimeo.com/372148162

I'm gonna try to make this episode a bit shorter than the average of the season so far... but I've said that one before. Let's see how it goes.

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You are Alabaster Sololiquy, oyakodon overdoser and patron of the fine arts.

Armstrong comes into Cerise's office-turned-war-room, interrupting your conversation.

"Here's trouble," Cerise says, smiling. She's getting used to being a candidate now, and is learning to return some of the energy Armstrong gives. But Armstrong isn't smiling -- he's solemn and low-key.

He sits down beside her. "Cerise," he says, "are you ready for a lecture?"

Cerise, realizing she's maybe in some deep shit or something, sort of shrugs.

"I've been around. I've been on both sides of a campaign before -- as staffer and candidate. Yours isn't even the first I've managed. So I know a thing or two. Cerise -- I think of the relationship between a candidate and their campaign manager as sort of like the relationship between someone on trial for a crime and their defense attorney. If you're on trial, you have to tell your lawyer everything -- you have to tell him exactly what you're guilty and not guilty of, so he isn't flying blind into a shitstorm when the truth inevitably surfaces. You have to trust your lawyer to uphold attorney-client privilege and to do what's best for you within the circumstances. That's exactly how it has to be between a candidate and their campaign manager, too."

Cerise nods.

"So with that little lecture in mind, I'm going to ask you a straightforward question that in turn demands a straightforward yes or no answer."

Cerise nods again.

"Did you suck your own brother's dick on a live broadcast webcam show?"

"I plead the fifth," Cerise says.

Armstrong rubs his forehead and sighs deeply. He takes his glasses off and uses a handkerchief to clean the lenses.

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>>3915187
>I said: "You'll die high in the moutains wrapped in silver furs
>You'll be looking for your lover in the midnight sun
>And you'll perish for your lover when the frost has begun"

All aboard for the Alaska road trip!

>>3915194
That's a mental image I never get tired of.

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>>3915194
Well we knew this was coming eventually.

>>3915194
And we're off to a flying start

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Cerise also sighs. "That's it, right? That's a campaign ender. I'm gonna have to withdraw before that goes public."

Armstrong, donning his specs again, unbelievably returns to his boisterous self. "No -- are you kidding me? You wouldn't be the first House rep to have a sex scandal under her belt. Not the first with a sextape, either. You wouldn't even be the first to have sucked her own brother's dick, believe it or not. But now listen up. Get these two words swirling around on your tongue like a fraternal foreskin. Fake news. Try them out until you feel comfortable saying it. Republican smear. Try it. Deep fake."

Cerise recoils a bit. "Wait -- which two words?"

"Doesn't matter. Mix 'em up. Mix and match. Use 'em interchangeably. The silver lining here is you were smart enough to wear a mask. And Alabaster never appears in-frame. So you can claim it's some other camwhore sucking some other camgigolo's dick. Uh, no offense."

"None taken," you say. Cerise scowls at you.

"You're gonna be okay," Armstrong says. "People are tired of blowjob scandals anyway. That's such a 90s thing."

"Well I don't particularly want people associating my name with 'sucks her own brother's dick' either," Cerise says.

Armstrong laughs. "Those are some big words for the woman who sucked her own brother's dick and then posted it on the internet."

"That wasn't me," Cerise says. "That's a deep fake news Republican smear."

"Attagirl." He pauses, and then: "Maybe just a tad less mixing and matching, but you've got the idea."

"I feel dirty," Cerise says. "Telling lies to dodge a scandal."

Armstrong throws his hands up. "This is what makes you feel dirty. Wow. Okay. But sucking your own--"

"Shut the fuck up."

Armstrong just laughs. "Get used to it," he says. "You're a politician now."

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>>3915210
>Get these two words swirling around on your tongue like a fraternal foreskin.

Oh my fuck

>>3915210
I fuckin love this man

>>3915210
>People are tired of blowjob scandals anyway. That's such a 90s thing.
Pfft

>>3915210
Need me a chad friend like Armstrong.

>>3915194
>>3915210
Armstrong is a gift and we are lucky to have him.

>>3915210
>"People are tired of blowjob scandals anyway. That's such a 90s thing."
Yeah, cause the new thing is a sucking-a-trap's-dick-while-he's-getting-assfucked-by-your-brother scandal.

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>>3915222
>People are still mad about this for no reason

>>3915224
/csg/ would set themselves on fire in ritual group suicide if they caught wind of it, though.

>>3915227
Think they'd livestream that too?

>>3915229
Probably, in a "look what you made us do!" kind of entitled way.

Assuming you're talking about the ritual suicide.

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At lunch, you eat alone on the rooftop with Will. You've taken to coming up here rather than hanging out among the other students, whose whispers and pointed remarks are getting to you.

"How many Doritos can I fit in my mouth?" Will asks.

You've known him more than long enough by now that you don't even think of questioning what the fuck goes through his empty skull. You just shrug and take a guess: "20."

"You're on." He begins to shove them into his maw one by one. You count for him, because you know he'll forget.

When he finally sputters and chokes and sends orange bits of tortilla chip flying all over, you watch him bemusedly. He gropes for his nearby bottle of Fanta, and finding it, guzzles it down to clear his throat, but it hardly helps matters. He's making a right mess of himself.

"Fu-uhckh," he pants when finally he can breathe again. "I lost count. How many was that?"

"21."

"Told you."

"You sure did, Will. You sure did."

You pull out a cigarette and light it up. Will makes a face.

"Don't start," you tell him.

"You don't start. Fuck. Smoking is bad for your healthy."

"...My healthy?" You begin, but then shake your head, and decide to move on: "Hey. Wanna help me burn down the school?"

Will blinks.

"It's fine," you insist. The school burns down every other week. Perfectly normal."

"Amber, I'm really sorry about everything," he says. "I know you're, like, super sad and fucked up right now on account of getting your eye shot out. But--"

"I'm gonna drop out."

"...What?"

"I'm done with school." You stand up, dust off the seat of your shorts. "I'm not coming back."

"But what about me?" Will asks, gazing up at you.

"You'll be fine."

"I'm gonna fail out if I don't have your tests to copy off!"

"Then drop out too. Look. If you ever need any help, just ask. I'm rolling in dough now, so I could, I dunno... hire you on as a poolboy or something."

"Amber..."

"Don't give me that puppy dog shit, Will," you tell him. "I'm sick of it. I need to get out of here."

"I'm never gonna see you again, am I," Will says, gloomy.

"Probably not," you admit.

"Amber..." he's welling up. Just great. "I'm in love with y--"

"I know," you tell him. "That's why it's best if I get out of here. I'm gonna really hurt you if I stick around. I shouldn't have let you come to Vail. I shouldn't have dragged you out to the 280 the other night." You lift your eyepatch up, baring the grizzly sight of what's beneath, and hiss in pain. You quickly let the eyepatch fall back into place. "That could have been you. Or worse."

"I know that. Shit. You don't think I know that?"

"I'll see you around, Will."

You turn to leave, but then he's standing, and grabbing your wrist.

"I know you don't feel the same way," he says. "But don't go. Please? It would be so... so... so fucked up if you left now."

[ ] I'm sorry. I have to leave.
[ ] Be cool, stay in school.

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>>3915227
Seems more efficient than Gal being a FUCKING JANITOR

>>3915239
>"Hey. Wanna help me burn down the school?"
AHHHHHH

>>3915239
>[x] Be cool, stay in school.
Do it for Will. He might not get his dick wet with Amber but he's rule 63 Whitney for a reason.

>>3915239
>[x] Be cool, stay in school.
You know that if we don't, Will dies.

>>3915239
Well fuck. It's almost a rash decision, but at this point I feel like she needs to take more time to protect her sister.

And sorry, Will. It would never work out.
>[x] I'm sorry. I have to leave.

>>3915239
Oh yeah, there's a vote.

>[ ] I'm sorry. I have to leave.
It's better this way if the associates of Chloe's deceased uncle continue to hound her. At least the school won't be involved.

>>3915239
>[ ] I'm sorry. I have to leave.
I feel bad about this, but I feel worse about staying. I feel like staying is gonna bring some sort of reckoning down on the school that'll be our fault.

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>>3915239
>[ ] Be cool, stay in school.
Like it or not, Amber is the PRESIDENT.

>>3915239
>[x] I'm sorry. I have to leave.

I really like Will, but I can't see any good coming for him or the school if we stick around.

>>3915239
>[X] I'm sorry. I have to leave.
Can he come with? I want Male Whitney and Whitney Whitney to meet.

>>3915273
Shit, you're right. They haven't met yet, have they?

>>3915276

They have met on-screen but haven't shared any dialogue together on-screen.

>>3915278
Well shit.

I almost want to hire him for that reason alone, but having him come live in a house where the girl he loves gets nailed 24/7 by people who aren't him would just be torture for the poor guy.

>>3915273
I want to see Will's face when Whitney describes the pleasure of being cummed inside in excruciatingly verbose (for Whitney) detail.

>>3915239
>[x] Be cool, stay in school.

>>3915239
[x] I'm sorry, I have to leave
will sticking around will only make things more excruciating for him.

and i'm not really into ntr'ing people.

>>3915284
Isn't Will a fruit too though? Maybe he'll end up getting dicked down by our night guard or something. Endless possibilities, lads.
I just really dont want to see the last of Will ;_;

>>3915292
Neither do I, man. If he wasn't actually in love with Amber then I would have loved to keep him on board.

>>3915292
Apparently he's just as much a fruit as Whitney is a dyke, which was obvious. Poor guy. I'd love to keep him around, but we'd really just be trampling on his heart.

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>[x] I'm sorry, I have to leave

You take his head in both hands and give him a gentle kiss on the lips. When you pull back, he looks like he's been visited by God, Jesus, and the Holy Ghost.

You lightly grasp his hand and hold it. "Goodbye, Will. Maybe I'll see you again. Happy trails."

He nods. "Don't be a stranger."

"Maybe I should be a stranger," you say. "Lose my name. Start going by an alias."

"What, like that terrorist everyone thinks you are?"

"Camelia's a nice name -- isn't it?"

He shakes his head and wipes his tears away with the back of his palm. "You'll always be Amber to me."

"Or rugmunch. Right?"

"Right."

You let go of his hand and step back. You share a long, lingering look, and then without anything more you turn, and leave the rooftop.

>>3915308
;_;7

>>3915308
;_;7

>>3915308
;_;

>>3915308
;_;7

>>3915308
F

Auburn attempts to drag Amber back to school when?

>>3915308
;_;7

>>3915194
>>3915210
Based. I've been looking forward to this scene.

>>3915308
FUCK. If only I read faster this could have been a tie. We could have arranged to share Amber with Will somehow.

>>3915369
No.

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On your way through the halls for the last time ever, you pass a shocking inside one of the classrooms.

You wanted to leave right away, but this is too weird to pass up.

You poke your head into the room. Students are just coming back from lunch and getting settled in; and at the head of the class, sitting at the desk there, is a person you recognize. Boyd Stackleford.

"W... what are you doing here?" You ask him.

Stackleford startles when he sees you, glancing up from his PC. He hurriedly shuts a browser window -- you can't see what it was and maybe you don't want to know.

"A-amber! What the heck! You're not in my class, are you?"

"No, but I saw you, and... and, well... what?"

"I'm a teacher now," he says, proudly. He stands tall, hands on his hips.

You try to let this news sink in, but it refuses to.

"Triggernomertree," he adds. "And algebras."

"Oh," you say. "How -- did you swing that?"

"After I got fired from Darkbloom Analytics..." he pauses, steps up closer to you, lowers his voice. "No hard feelings about that. Tell Whitney no hard feelings, okay?"

"Uh huh."

"After I got fired, I moved back in with the parental units. They kept harping on me to get out of the house so I decided to come back to school here at Gilroy Tech. And then North High burned down, and the students all migrated here -- heheh, it's like some kinda... time looping... thing... you know? History repeating and that? So anyway some teachers ended up quitting, and they couldn't find anyone to fill the jobs... and..." he shakes his head. "Man, it is so easy to become a teacher in California! Best job I ever had."

You nod. There's a long silence. "I bet."

"All you have to do is promise you know math and stuff, then they check to make sure you're not a molester... and then you're pretty much in."

You glance to the disinterested students still getting settled at their desks and talking among themselves. Then to the whiteboard where he's scrawled his name for his students with an orange dry-erase marker: Stackleford-Sensei.

"So... do you actually know math and stuff?" You ask him.

He shrugs. "Guess I'll find out! This is only my second day."

"Ganbatte," you tell him, and mean it.

On your way back out the door, you pass some young girls coming in. They're gossiping among thesmelves:

"Mr. Stackleford is so hot!"

"Oh my god. But he's kinda weird, isn't he? With that headband and stuff..."

"Who cares? He's a fuckin' snack, I swear... I'd let him show me some anime at his place anytime..."

"You're awful!"

"Haha. But-- for real, though..."

You shake your head and gaze heavenward as you exit North High.

>>3915372
Oh my fucking god. No. Nuh uh. No fucking way.

>>3915372
Leaving was the correct choice.

>>3915372
Fucking Stackleford

Watch as he ends up on the sex offender registry within the month

>>3915372
Stacklford being described as a snack is proof enough we never left the Sand Reckoner simulation from S2. Amber is just Camelia going through it before she eventually remembers everything and shuts it off.

>>3915388
I don't think you're realizing the true terror of it.
Amber is reality-fucked Alabaster that was stolen from her own Fuck Quest. We have the parallels already, and one that was absent has just been filled.

Rose2 = Amber's Cerise
Alabaster = Amber's Vivian
Our mom = her mom
Auburn = Amber's Rose (we're gonna need to avoid him CAREFULLY now)
Will = Amber's Whitney

But now Stackleford = Amber's Renee

WE MADE THE RIGHT CHOICE TO LEAVE

>>3915398
>But now Stackleford = Amber's Renee
But Sable though!

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Whitney has both elbows propped on the conference room table, all eight of her fingertips rubbing her forehead. The emergency board meeting has kicked off to a spectacularly poor start. Ken, bolo tie and creme-colored dress shirt with blond rope trim and all, stands before the group with his thumbs looped in his belt.

"So the Japanese government--" Nelson begins

"Ayep. Well I reckon you'd rightly want to know my country is fixin to turn me traitor 'gainst y'all."

"We should have seen this coming," Armstrong says. "Japan is still trying to get at Sand Reckoner. Fucking A."

Rose nods at Rose2, who's sitting beside Whitney. This rouses Rose2 from her zoned-out reverie. She snaps to and grabs some paperwork from the table, gathers it up, then delivers it to Ken where he's standing at the other side of the room.

"What's all this?" Ken asks, looking at the sheaf of papers.

Rose2 points at various places on the forms: "Sign here, here, here, and here. Kudasai and arigato!"

"That's an affidavit covering everything you've just told us," says Saul, standing with arms folded behind where Rose is seated. "You'll get your severance package in whole, only if you sign it."

"--Severance..." Whitney says. She looks up at Saul. "We're not firing Ken. He's such a character--"

"We have to terminate him," Darkbloom intones. "Loyal employee or not, we cannot have people working for us if foreign governments are pressuring them for our secrets."

Whitney, aggravated, motions wildly with both hands at Qiangxiang, who has no reaction.

"I understand," Ken says sadly. He stoops over the mahogany table and begins to sign. "It was a pleasure workin for y'all."

Qiangxiang pipes up, causing Ken to stop signing. "May I speak?"

"Go fuck yourself," Whitney tells her.

Qiangxiang smiles at her. There's a long, awkward silence.

"Okay, now you may speak," Whitney finally says.

"Mr. Takagawa is loyal indeed. To us. He came to us with this information of his own free will and betrayed the country of his birth in doing so. I happen to know that Japanese intelligence is swarming with double agents who funnel things back to the politburo in Beijing. If we use Mr. Takagawa as our own double agent, any false information we supply him with would wind its way back to Beijing by way of Tokyo, and thereby hamper outside efforts to commandeer our technology. Just something to consider. What is the saying -- food for thought?"

You squint at her. "Why are you betraying your country so suddenly?"

"This is some sort of deception," Vivian says. "I do not like this. We must terminate Kenichi Takagawa at once."

"Why would I not betray them?" Qiangxiang insists. "I was never an emissary of the oafs who run my country. They are prying into the business of Broad Dynamics as certainly as they are prying into your own. They are our common foe."

>>3915405
God dammit Japan. Don't steal... uh... third? fourth?... one of our best boys from us!

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>>3915372
He made it, lads
He fucking made it

>>3915415
I cant stand to lose another today
He- He's such a character

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"It could work," Nelson says. "We could feed him fraudulent project files to pass on to the Japanese." He glances Ken's way: "Would you be willing to do that for us?"

"I reckon I would. I don't truck with thievin and spyin, so they'd have it comin."

"Of course you support this," Armstrong gripes at Nelson. "You damn Wapanese idiot."

"Don't start," Nelson grumps. "I'm not even the biggest weeaboo in this room--"

"You're the only one who wants to fuck a Pokemon!" Armstrong hollers.

(Armstrong is being hyperbolic. Nelson has a fixation on the Japanese voice actress who plays Pikachu, and frequently waxes about how cute she is... in a little too much detail.)

"Just think about that voice in bed, though!" Nelson says, unable to resist litigating this age-old argument. Then: "...Shut up. We can't get off track here--"

Crosstalk and arguing engulfs the room now. Everyone is staking their case on whether or not it's a good idea to try and turn Ken into a saboteur. Saul yells at Nelson, Rose yells at Alex, Armstrong yells at Vivian, Darkbloom yells at you. Rose2, meanwhile, vociferously apologizes to Ken on behalf of everyone -- "Gomen! Gomen! Watashi is so gomenesai for all of this!" And Ken, perhaps evincing a nervous tic, whistles Dixie to himself, literally. About the only people in the room who are quiet are Gal and Qiangxiang.

Finally, Whitney brings order to things by taking out her gavel -- she's still gaveling board meetings in and out -- and banging it against the wall so hard that it pounds a hole in the drywall. The gavel gavel gavel of it shocks everyone silent. "Shut the fuck up!" She shrieks. She breathes hard for a few moments, chest heaving, and then finally finishes: "Animals. We'll take a vote. Jesus fuck."

>>3915435
>this entire scene

fucking gold

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She sits, smooths her blazer. "Keep Ken around and use him against the commies. Yea or nay. I vote yea."

"Yea," Qiangxiang says.

"Nay. Emphatically nay," Vivian says, and Darkbloom echoes her.

The vote snakes its way around the table. Nelson and Rose are also yeas; Armstrong and Alex are nays. The vote is tied 4-4, leaving Gal as the tiebreaker. All eyes turn to her. Her expression is almost impossible to read, as she stares mutely at the tabletop. The other board members begin to cajole her, vouching for the pros and cons of either side -- thinking that she's an easy vote to sway. But finally, looking up at Qiangxiang with big spectacled eyes, she cuts through all the yammering.

"Who are the spies in Tokyo?" Gal demands, voice as loud and firm as you've ever heard.

Even perpetually aloof Qiangxiang cannot conceal her surprise. "Pardon me? You want names?"

"Yes."

"I do not think it would be--"

Gal cuts her off, again. "As head of information security, I will directly handle Ken's subterfuge. Me -- just me. No one else. So I need the names of the people we want this information to get back to. You don't get your yea without that."

Qiangxiang leans back in her over-large chair, marveling at the young woman she had written off as a mere slavegirl. She considers her options. Then, she takes a pad and pen from the table, and begins to write.

[ ] Talk Gal out of turning Ken into a double agent.
[ ] Let it happen.

>>3915308
Late to the thread for the first time in two seasons, and this is what I get.
God damn you all. R.I.P. in peace, Will.

>>3915441
>[ ] Let it happen.
This is a magical moment of the beauty of nature, worthy of a David Attenborough narration.

>>3915441
>[X] Let it happen.

>>3915441
>[x] Let it happen.
Part of me knows something awful may come of this, but the other part knows its just too fucking brilliant to pass up

>>3915441
>[x] Let it happen.
I trust Gal enough with hacking related stuff to believe she knows what she's doing here

>>3915446
None of us are happy about it anon, but it's what's best for the poor guy

>>3915441
>[ ] Let it happen.
If we don't feed the Japanese something, they'll just keep on coming.

It does make me wonder if they tried to make some overtures with Elon for Lightflower as an alternative.

>>3915441
>[X] Let it happen

>>3915441
>[x] let it happen
Have faith in Gal. And Ken, of course.

>>3915441
We know that our boy TexMex is capable of it, and Gal is there to cover his tracks. This is actually even safer than I could have predicted.

>[x] Let it happen.

Not sure why Alex is so against it though.

>>3915441
>[x] Let it happen.

>>3915441
>[ ] Let it happen.
I'm curious

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>[x] Let it happen.

When she's done, Qiangxiang rips the page from the pad and slides it across the table. Gal folds it in half and stows it in her purse.

Gal looks up at Ken. "Go back to work. Don't do anything differently. And tell the Japanese that you want to work for them."

He nods.

"You'll still officially report to Chloe, but... I'll be your boss. And I'll be in touch."

"Aye," Ken says. He tips his hat. "I owe you a mighty big thanks." He glances at the affidavit still in his hands. "And... this?" He asks.

Gal motions for him to hand it to her. He does. She tears it up.

A few moments after Ken leaves, Gal stands and excuses herself to the bathroom. You excuse yourself to the bathroom, too -- but only to keep tabs on her. As you expected... from outside the executive suite's female bathroom, you can hear the echo-y noise of her vomiting.

>>3915479
You did good, Gal. You did good.

>>3915479
Such is the price of being an Alpha Chad Dominatrix.

>>3915479
I was going to suggest Gal be our second for the inevitable Chloe-down, but that's probably a bad idea.

>>3915486
>Chloe-down
... you realize it's pronounced klo-ee, yes?

>>3915479
I'm clapping. Nice capital letters, Gal.

>>3915479
>from outside the executive suite's female bathroom, you can hear the echo-y noise of her vomiting
That guttural retch is the sound of personal growth.

>>3915489
Yup.

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Kay accosts you in the hallway.

"Did you choke your slave a little too hard this time?"

"Fuck you," you say. There's genuine anger in that, which Kay senses. "Sorry," she replies.

She jerks her head in the direction of her office, beckoning you to follow. So you do.

As you shut her door behind you, she takes a seat and says with a faux pout: "You were killing Russians without me? No fair."

Guy takes a bounding leap, gaining several times her height from the floor up onto Kay's desktop, walks across the papers there and licks at Kay's face. Laughing, Kay scoops her up, and plops the pup in her lap. She scruffs her behind the ears.

"How the fuck do you know everything?" You ask. "Do you have an implant too? Don't lie to me."

She smiles slyly. "No, Alabaster, I don't. I get my info the old fashioned way."

You wait for her to say what the old fashioned way is, but she doesn't have to. In now walks Alex -- and it all begins to click into place.

He walks up beside you, sets the crumb he took from Sable's grave on top of Kay's desktop. "Slight problem," he tells you. "I asked Kay for help... hope you don't mind."

You shrug.

"I don't know how the heck this thing is supposed to be installed. Or how it even works, honestly -- and Ms. Guiteau was a genius, but I want to vet her work before I put this thing inside myself... you understand. She wasn't... wholly sane... when she made this."

"She wasn't wholly sane ever," Kay says. "No offense."

Alex sighs. "It's okay. You're right."

Kay leans back in her seat. "Sable's van was at the site of that ugliness in Santa Cruz," she says. She means the warehouse where Sable and about 30 other people got gunned down by Mara's cronies. "The FBI has it now. If you think her project files are in it, then you'll have a tough time getting at them..."

"Can you?" Alex asks her.

"You know what?" Kay says. "Alabaster's right. I'm a thrill seeker. But I'm not suicidal. I'm sorry, but I can't break into evidence lockup at the San Fransisco FBI headquarters."

>>3915537
Oh god. Are we REALLY gonna have Noelle do this?

>>3915537
Man. If only we had a disgruntled ex-FBI agent who'd be willing to go on this insane mission with us.

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"I guess we're out of luck," Alex says.

"Not at all," Kay tells him. "There's a woman right outside this room who could get it done for us." She leans in, interlacing her fingers on her desktop. Guy whines at no longer getting lavished with head pats. "Hugh Thurston, the asshole who replaced Noelle at the FBI security checkpoint down at the front lobby? He and Noelle used to date. True story."

Your lips curl. "What? Seriously?"

"Are you jealous?" Kay says.

"I mean -- no -- of course not," you lie.

"Uh huh," Kay murmurs, unimpressed. "Well. Old Hugh was on the take. He was working for Tyrus Kang. That cast he's got on his foot? It's not from a hiking accident. Tyrus..." She swings an invisible bat and clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "Whacked him real good, I hear."

"Get to the point," you tell her.

"Point is this," Kay says. "Tyrus is dead and the 421 Boyz are disbanded. Hugh is a free agent. With a little bit of Darkbloom money backed by a whiff of Noelle's honeypot pussy, he'd get that van for us. I'm sure of it."

You exhale, and shake your head emphatically no. "Noelle is not going to fuck that needle-dicked fucking f--" you begin.

"Oh, of course not," Kay laughs. "She's not exactly a hose-hound, trust me, I know. But Hugh doesn't. All she has to do is string him along a bit... just like she did with you, once upon a time." She winks. "You know she's good at it."

[ ] Talk with Noelle and ask her to help get Sable's project files out of FBI custody.
[ ] Too risky. Table using the implant for the time being.

>>3915551
>[x] Talk with Noelle and ask her to help get Sable's project files out of FBI custody.
Let's break yet another heart

>>3915551
Damn it, we're going to need that implant, aren't we. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
>[X] Talk with Noelle and ask her to help get Sable's project files out of FBI custody.

>>3915551
I feel that the word "pussy" was unnecessary here, and you could have just said "honeypot".

>[x] Talk with Noelle and ask her to help get Sable's project files out of FBI custody.

>>3915551
This is a heart I'm okay with breaking. Hugh was a sleazebag. But man, we're really causing some suffering today, aren't we?

>[x] Talk with Noelle and ask her to help get Sable's project files out of FBI custody.

>>3915551
>[x] Talk with Noelle and ask her to help get Sable's project files out of FBI custody.

>>3915551
>[ ] Talk with Noelle and ask her to help get Sable's project files out of FBI custody.

Does Kay have any blackmail material on Hugh? Just in case it's a card we can pull.

>>3915551
>[ ] Talk with Noelle and ask her to help get Sable's project files out of FBI custody.

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>[x] Talk with Noelle and ask her to help get Sable's project files out of FBI custody.

You and Noelle hang out on a sort of rooftop-cum-patio, a little railed landing outside the third floor cafeteria with deck chairs and outdoor tables set up at sparse intervals, all loomed over by the rest of the campus's 16 stories.

She sips a latte, staring out at the quad. "She said I used to date him?"

"That was how she put it, yeah."

She huffs. "That fucking... oh, I am gonna make her pay." (You're interested to know how.) "Hugh and I dated one time. One time. And it was a disaster. I went home early by myself and jilled off and passed out."

"That sounds like a pretty typical night for you, huh?" You say. You feel a little bit better at hearing her thing with that jerk was never really a thing at all.

"More or less," she admits. She turns, and leans with her elbows against the railing. "You know, I used to fantasize about being able to lick my own pussy." You choke on nothing. Her voice goes wistful: "If I could do that... if I could just do that, I'd never need to worry about dating to begin with." She rubs the back of her neck like trying to massage a kink out. "Nearly broke my spine a few times as a teenager trying to do it... bad decisions all around."

"Don't give up on your dreams," you tell her.

"The way I left things with Hugh, I don't think he'd be ecstatic to go for another round. He might not be receptive to a date with a former colleague who ditched him and hopped into bed with the enemy."

"We really need those files," you say.

She nods. "I get it. I gotta take one for the team, huh?"

"If you pull it off... I'll ask Dr. Carte if she can take out some of your ribs. Then you could reach your pussy, right?"

She laughs. "No thanks. I don't need that anymore. Working for Whitney has its perks."

>>3915627
>Working for Whitney has its perks.
Perks that we haven't seen on screen yet HINT HINT.

>>3915632
We’ve seen it a ton. She doesn’t mean Whitney specifically, but all of her lesbian adventures have resulted from working for Whitney.

>>3915641
Okay fair, but still.

>>3915641
Fuck Quest is basically Lesbian Quest at this point change my mind.

>>3915646
No no, that’s AmberQuest

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>>3915646
I cant say I hate it

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You want to give Gal her plaudits -- her performance at the board meeting was impressive, and you know it did a number on her delicate nerves. So a little bit before the end of the workday, you find your way down to her office, and enter. Maybe you should have knocked first.

Gal is stark naked, both heels kicked up on her crystal-littered desktop. Her hands are quite busy.

You once read a statistic that around 40% of the American workforce has masturbated at work. Here in the C-suite at Darkbloom Analytics, that number has got to be substantially higher.

When she sees you, she startles, making a truly cute squeak of fright. She falls backwards, chair and all, and collapses in a pile on the carpeted floor. Trembling, she gazes up at you.

"Sir..." she says, voice barely a whisper. "i... i didnt mean to..."

You had been planning to have a bit of fun with Rose2 after stopping by Gal's office. Rose2 stole your second helping of brownie right off your plate at lunchtime, and that's as good a pretense as any to make good on your suggestion to Mom of ganging up on her. But now, it seems like your slave is in dire need.

[ ] Stay with Gal. (Sub-option: She should be punished for doing something like this at work. / She needs a helping hand, that's all.)
[ ] Let her have her fun -- she needs to blow off some steam. Go find Mom and Rose2.

>>3915677
You're gonna make me choose between a new flavor of oyakodon and a lovey-dovey Gal scene? Aaaaaa.

>[x] Stay with Gal. She needs a helping hand, that's all.

>>3915677
>[x] Stay with Gal. She needs a helping hand, that's all.

>>3915677
>Rose2 stole your second helping of brownie right off your plate
So Rose2 did to Ally what S1 Ally did to Stackleford's calzone? This is beyond unforgivable.

>[ ] Let her have her fun -- she needs to blow off some steam. Go find Mom and Rose2.

>>3915677
>[x] Stay with Gal. She needs a helping hand, that's all.

gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme

>>3915677
>[x] Let her have her fun -- she needs to blow off some steam. Go find Mom and Rose2.
Option 1 might be the scene Gal deserves but,,
Option 2 is the scene I -need-

>>3915677
>[x] Stay with Gal. She needs a helping hand, that's all.

Gentle bullying

>>3915677
>[ ] Let her have her fun -- she needs to blow off some steam. Go find Mom and Rose2.
Bully the weeb.

>>3915677
>[ ] Stay with Gal. (She needs a helping hand, that's all.)

>>3915677
>[X] Stay with Gal. (Sub-option: She should be punished for doing something like this at work.)
You've already taken Will from me. I need Gall, in any form.

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>[x] Stay with Gal. (She needs a helping hand, that's all.)

Understood.

Do you need some backup? If so, who?

>>3915721
Kind of an odd pick, but
>[x] Alex
They're both shy as fuck sweethearts, and haven't had a scene together yet

>>3915721
Dealer's choice, but:
>[X] Cerise

>>3915721
Oh no. OP's going to kill us all.

>[x] Vivian
>[x] Rose2

Rose2 still needs some punishment, and I want to help uncover Gal's Alpha Chadness! I really, really want to!

>>3915721
>>3915730
This I guess.

>>3915721
>[X] Alex
Why not

>>3915721
Went for the other vote, but now that we're here, I'm torn between Whitney and Alex. Both don't have shared scenes yet from what chart anon gathered.

I'll be going with
>[x] Alex

Okay, I'll call the voting here. You're quite unexpectedly playing into a scenario I have on my whiteboard. Please wait warmly.

>>3915751
Ohhh man. This gon' be good.

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>>3915746
Yeah, can anyone think of any scenes involving Gal and Whitney? I haven't marked them down as having one together yet, but that honestly surprises me since it seems so natural that Whitney would have dommed Gal at some point.

>>3915751
Niice

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>>3915751
oh fuck oh god oh shit

>>3915754
I think any pairing that involves Whitney being absent is surprising, barring Chloe. She's a rapey gal, that one.

>>3915751
>You're quite unexpectedly playing into a scenario I have on my whiteboard
Getting all sorts of ideas running through my head now. The beauty of it is I get to be surprised.

>>3915721
Chloe

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>>3915721
this gal needs some time to cool down, so relaxing 1 on 1 it should be

Sad I wasn’t here in time to vote for cerise or Noelle

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>>3915890
aw yiss

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>>3915890
This is the good shit

>>3915890
Ohh damn. Gal's implant probably taking in a lot from the physical reactions of Alex.

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Feeling a bit wiped after that. Let's pick it up on Sunday evening around 9 PM EST, yeah?

>>3915914
See ya on the next one OP!

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>>3915914
Looking forward to Tactical Cake Operations

>>3915914
understandable have a nice night

>>3915890
The good shit. That's all I can say.

>>3915914
Sleep well, OP-sama! See you tonight!

In the mean time, what are the yet unsolved mysteries of Fuck Quest?

>Why our parents were killed
>How Mom came back to life
>Who Camelia is
>How Amber came back to life/whether she ever died in the first place
>The meaning of 421
>The maximum capacity of Alex's ass
>The significance of the lighthouse

Any more I'm forgetting?

>>3915929
I'm never fucking going to get over the mystery of who the hell Amber's mom is.

>>3915929
We saw footage of Camelia's mom in the VHS tape, and it sure as fuck wasn't ours. The ages don't match up either.

Literally everything about Rose2 is a fucking mystery at this point. Especially on a metafictional level and how that ties in to her and the lighthouse.

421

How many rabbits can a Smatters give birth to in a single litter? We need to figure out the maximum number, so I suggest multiple trials.

>>3915934
>VHS
Betamax, sorry.

It is now 4:21 AM.

>>3915210
We should get Armstrong a present. Most based character.

>>3915945
Maybe if this whole SR pivot falls through, DA can start working on nano-machines!

>>3915435
Nelson and Armstrong are based

>>3915890
>Gal today
Ancient aliens have clearly abducted Gal and experimented on her brain.
>>3915929
What's going to happen to the servers?
Did The Wheeze skip a generation, or does David have one he suppresses?
Why is a novelty implant like Camelia so effective against other implants?

>>3915934
I wonder if there was a route where we could have investigated Mystery Mom.

>>3915929
That reminds me; who was Amber and Rose2's dad?
We should ask them or Mom what they remember about him, given their lives were fairly consistent before we pointed out the Mom Discrepancy.

>>3915890
Now that was some good stuff

The time has come and so have I.

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Using a Q-tip, Renee swabs the hole where your eyeball used to be. A second little wad of cotton covers the glowing grain in your tear duct so that the pain is kept to a minimum. You sit patiently across from her in the Nail House's seldom-used study (Whitney Darkbloom sure as fuck isn't reading any of the books in here, after all.) When Renee's done with disinfecting the wound, her daily chore, she takes out a small flashlight and clicks it on. Holding it like a psycho killer with a butcher's knife (do you have PTSD or something?), she scans the beam around inside the hole, looking intently at the remains of your orbital.

It fucking hurts, but you grin and bear it.

"No signs of infection," she murmurs. "I think you're out of the woods. You're a very lucky girl, Amber."

"This is so weird," you say. "It's like... I can see the light you're shining... but not really. Is there such a thing as a phantom pain but for eyeballs?"

Renee clicks the beam off and puts the flashlight in her labcoat pocket. "Your ocular nerve isn't dead. You might have some residual sensitivity to light because of that. Probably the implant you've got is keeping it responsive to stimuli." She folds her arms. "You'd be a good candidate for an eye implant. In the more traditional sense, that is. A prosthetic retina that could at least partially restore your vision. 50, 60 percent or better. You'd be putt-putt ready in no time."

You laugh. "What about my evil eye? Would I have to get rid of it?"

"No reason you couldn't keep both, if you--" Renee starts. She cuts herself off as David "fucking" Darkbloom enters the study, hangdog expression on his face. She looks up at him.

"Whitney is upset, as expected," he announces.

Renee frowns with one half of her mouth. "I'm not sure what about, but I'm going to guess that I'm on her side, whatever it is."

"She wanted me to settle with her biological grandfather... she's worried that waiting him out will backfire."

"It could," Renee says. "See? Told you I'm on her side."

Darkbloom shakes his head, but drops the subject. He looks over at you. "I wanted to thank you, Amber," he says softly. "You saved Whitney and Vivian both."

You give him the OK sign. But can't resist adding: "Didn't do it for you, though."

"I know," he says. "Thank you regardless." He glances this way and that, then: "How goes your recuperation?"

"I was just talking with her about her options," Renee tells him. "The structure of her optical nerve is still intact and vital. We could go for a bionic eye."

Shrugging, you say noncommittally: "I kinda like the pirate aesthetic. It feels natural. Like I'm meant to be this way. I'm Camelia, right?"

"You're not Camelia," Renee says.

"Pfft," you say. "Don't lie to the poor girl."

"I'm not lying. And don't speak of yourself in the third person. You're Amber Catachresis. Don't let the weirdness of the past define how you carry yourself in the future. Ttrust me, it's not a good path."

"Gee, thanks, Mom."

>>3916996
>"Gee, thanks, Mom."
I like where this is going.

>>3917008
How many mommies will Amber acquire by the end of FQ?

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She smiles. "So -- maybe the more important question. A bionic eye can wait, but are we pulling that other thing out of you or not?"

Darkbloom, sitting down in a nearby lounger, speaks up: "Now hold on. Why are we even questioning this? It would be for the best--"

"We're not pulling it out," you say definitively. "And don't make yourself at home here, fucker."

Darkbloom harumphs in his prissy way. "Every time you use it, you hurt my daughter," he says. "I should know. I've been through that pain myself. I've experienced how unbearable it is."

"And whose fault is that?" You sneer.

Darkbloom ignores that. "I told you how thankful I am for what you did on the freeway, Amber, and that's true. But prolonged use of your implant is going to do lasting damage. That action movie stunting of yours gave poor Vivian a nosebleed so severe she lost consciousness. She's still in pain, days later. Another episode like that would endanger her well-being. You said in Vail that you love her. Is this how you treat the people you love?"

"She wants me to keep it too," you say.

"She doesn't know what's best for her!" Darkbloom shouts.

"There it is," Renee says bitterly. "David, maybe you should go. Amber's had a long night as it is. You can argue your case some other time... I just know you will."

>>3917016
It's not like I can't understand how he feels, but chill the fuck out Darkbloom

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On his way out of the Nail House, he passes some men in denim uniforms bringing in boxes. "What's all this?" He asks, standing awkwardly in the foyer as the men pass him by.

"It's the move-in extravaganza," you say. "Doc finally decided to come live with us. Vivian, too -- she'll be on her way later."

"Is that true?" He asks Renee. She nods.

"Ridiculous..." he mutters, obviously angered.

You shrug theatrically. "If you have a problem, feel free to leave an anonymous comment in our suggestion box," you tell him. "Your feedback is important to us."

"You know--" he begins, raising an index finger in Renee's direction. "I expect Whitney to act rashly. And Vivian is still immature. But you -- you surprise me, Renee. You know as well as I that the most sensible thing would be to take the implants out of Vivian and Amber so they have some chance at a normal life again."

"Maybe you're right," Renee says. "But I can't force them. That's what you never did learn, isn't it? You can't just force people to bend to your view of things." She takes out a cigarette and lights it up. Daddy's gonna be mad if he catches her smoking inside. You sort of hope he does, because the fireworks would be interesting. "But be honest," Renee continues, "this isn't really about the implants right now, is it? You're just upset that I'm moving under the same roof as Alabaster Soliloquy."

"That is so far from the point," Darkbloom insists. "You've made it more than clear that I can't stop you from hopping into bed with a boy young enough to be your son."

"Oh, I should punch you in the goddamn face for that," Renee says. "You monstrous fucking hypocrite."

"This is about more than just your sexual flings. This is about what's best for all of us--"

"OK boomer," you tell him.

Darkbloom does a double take, and then fixes you in his bewildered gaze. "...What? Boomer? As in baby boomer?"

"Uh huh."

"I am not a goddamn baby boomer," Darkbloom hollers. "You impudent, ignorant little girl. I cannot -- see, Renee? This is what I'm talking about. Leaving a girl like Amber with access to even a fraction of Sand Reckoner's power is a terrible mistake. We need to see things clearly, and rationally -- to be adults about it -- because no one else--"

"OK boomer," you tell him.

He pounds a fist against the wall, hard enough that you feel a slight tremor reverberate, and then storms out the front door, pushing past a hapless mover.

"I don't think he liked that," Renee tells you with a wry puff of her cig.

"Nope," you agree. Then: "Hey, could I steal a drag?"

"Not a chance in hell," Renee says, snuffing the cigarette between her fingers -- fuck, she must have learned that habit in prison -- and putting it back in the pack. "Smoking is bad for you."

"Why the fuck does everyone think I don't know that!" You shout, but Renee is already on her way back to the study. Bitch...

>>3917023
>Renee moving into the nail house
Huh, I guess I never realised that she wasn't living there yet, but nice!

>"I am not a goddamn baby boomer," Darkbloom hollers.
fucking kek

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>>3917023
Amazing.

>>3917023
Topical!

>>3917023
>smoking bad
>implant good
Ok boomer

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You're sitting on the couch in the living room, wearing almost nothing, and smoking, when Daddy gets home. Hey, if Renee is bold enough to smoke indoors, why not you?

He's arguing with Rose2 about something or another, which is pretty normal -- you'd be more worried if they weren't bickering. Noelle is tagging along for the fun and games. The argument seems to be about the best strategy to honeypot that FBI pig they want to get Unstable Sable's notes from.

As absorbed as he is in the argument, he still notices the cigarette between your lips. He stops on his way past the living room to point at you threateningly. "Put that out," he says.

"Make me," you say.

"Leave her alone," Rose2 tells him, "it's not important right now."

It seems like whenever one is mad at you, the other is more forgiving.

"Fuck you, Rose. It's so important. She shouldn't be smoking inside. She shouldn't be smoking at all."

"Blame Doc," you tell him. "She's a bad influence. She did it too."

"Renee's already here?" Noelle asks.

"She was smoking inside?" Daddy sputters.

"Gee, I dunno~" You say, playing dumb.

"I'll deal with you later," he grouses, stomping off. Noelle and Rose2 follow. You put out the cigarette.

Mom and Rose get back soon after, with Whitney in tow. Whitney is begging Mom for homemade fudge ice cream, which Mom complains she's too tired to make.

"But I haven't eaten all day and I'm so fucking hungry!" Whitney insists.

"I'm not your personal slave, missy," Mom barks as she hangs her purse on the rack. "Get your own ice cream. I need to rest."

"But it would be suuu-uuuper oishii," Rose insists. "And we'd be, like, totally thankful, desu!"

"We speak English, dear," Mom tells her, sighing. "How many times do I have to remind you..."

You wave at them as they pass.

It's a relatively quiet night, something you could use after all the craziness recently. And you're kind of in the mood to get fucked.

[ ] Go bug Daddy to pay attention to you.
[ ] Wait for Vivian and give her an official welcome to the Nail House.
[ ] Something else?

>>3917057
[] Cuddle with your okaasan

>>3917057
>[x] Oyakodon
Let's just completely push mom past the point of no return

>>3917057
>[X] Talk to your sister.

>>3917057
I don't see why we can't all welcome Vivian and Renee to the Nail House...

>[x] Partytime

>>3917057
[ ] Go bug Daddy to pay attention to you.

>>3917057
>[ ] Something else?
I'm with this guy >>3917059

Tired moms need some comfort too.

>>3917059
>>3917062
These are both EXCELLENT ideas

>>3917059
>>3917062
Either of these work.

>>3917057
>Family reunion with Mom and Daddy. Maybe Rose too.

>>3917057
>>3917059

>>3917057
>[x] bug

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Please wait warmly.

>>3917095
Oh boy oh boy.

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>>3917095
>Busy all night Saturday
>Realize FQ is on tonight and spend half an hour catching up
>Finish reading just in time to wait warmly

Why'd you guys ditch Will btw ;_;

>>3917103
We were only going to hurt him if we stuck around for him. I don't think anybody's happy about it, but it's gotta be for the best.

>>3917103
He's too pure for the path we're going, even with the shit he's already seen us do.

>>3917103
>>Finish reading just in time to wait warmly
The typical reason people leave behind their friends who aren't balls deep in the crazy shit: They're going to get themselves killed. Probably also a not insubstantial amount who didn't want a competing dick for a haremite. I would have been okay with that though.

>>3917095
I can hardly wait

>>3917107
Ok, boomer.

I don't really think that's our decision to make, though. Will is a goofball but it's obvious he's thought about this seriously, and surely he would be just as hurt if something happened to us and he wasn't there to help.

>>3917119
And it's obvious that Amber would be just as hurt if something happened to him because of her. It's one of the great paradoxes of relationships, I guess.

>>3917129
Ditching someone who cares about you that much doesn't exactly scream love to me, though I guess I've never been in a relationship with stakes that high. Either way, though, just walking out like that after everything is pretty inconsiderate.

>>3917172
I mean, she doesn't love him like that, that much is obvious. That doesn't mean she doesn't care about him. If it's something she can't reciprocate and being near him only puts him at risk of being hurt constantly - both physically and emotionally - then is it a relationship worth preserving?

Of course, this contrasts with her and Vivian's proclaimed love for each other and the fact that they are still constantly hurting each other, and thus far are willing to tolerate that. It's a weird dynamic and worth comparing.

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>>3917251
H*ck yeah.

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>>3917251

>>3917251
I came home twice just in time to cum twice.

>>3917251
>Gently, Mom tells her: "I'm sorry, honey. You need to learn your lesson."
Wow, that's hot.

>>3917251
>That perfume she uses has always been a favorite of yours, too... you should try it out yourself one of these days.
Another time loop being closed here.

>>3917267
Oh god, she really is becoming our daughter from the future.

>>3917251
This was wonderful.

>>3917251
subarashii

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>>3917251
This was a good read.

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You leave Amber cuddled up in Mom's arms. Mom lovingly pets and soothes her as she sniffles away the pain.

"Sorry if that was a bit rough, dear..." Mom whispers. "But you were really asking for it."

Amber wipes her nose with the back of her palm and smiles weakly.

"I liked it..." she murmurs.

---

"While you were fucking your Mom, we were getting things done," Rose tells you. She shows you Noelle's phone.

You sit down on the living room couch and read the text messages, growing angrier by the second. You can't tell what's worse: the sleazy way this guy talks to Noelle or the fact that he doesn't know how to spell the word "tenterhooks." And then:

"Oh, Jesus," you groan. "Do you seriously have to take him to the Rutabaga Cafe?"

Noelle giggles. "You have so much paranoia about that place. Look, just because bad things happened there once, it doesn't mean they're bound to happen there again. That's a logical fallacy."

"That place is cursed. It's literally cursed." You massage the bridge of your nose. "And another thing. Why do you have to be so... so..."

"So what?" Noelle asks, smiling.

"Nevermind."

"Jealousy isn't attractive," she warns you. "And if that makes you jealous, you're really gonna hate this..."

Standing before you, she takes the phone with one hand, and with the thumb of her other hand she pulls the waistband of her pants out. She opens the camera app and snaps a photo of her panty-covered crotch.

"Noelle--" you begin.

"It's part of the game," she says. "He'll do anything I say after this. Isn't this what you asked for?"

"Don't you dare--"

She sends it. You can feel your blood boiling.

Noelle pockets her phone, reaches out, gently parts the hair on your forehead. "Don't be like that, Alabaster. You're so jealous, even though you know I'm not even going to get within 10 feet of his dick."

"It's not about that," you begin, setting your jaw.

"If it'll make you feel better..." She says. She leans in and coos in your ear, her breath hot: "...after this is all over and we have what we want, you can fill me up, down there, and take a picture... that way he gets both the before-and-after..."

You feel yourself flush.

>>3917321
>"That place is cursed. It's literally cursed." You massage the bridge of your nose.
But it is!
Off by 100.

>>3917321
That fucking cafe

>>3917321
>"That place is cursed. It's literally cursed."
Place your bets! Who's it gonna be this time?

Japs? More Russians? FBI sting operation? Broad Dynamics hitmen?

>>3917333
Fuck it, let's go for the potpourri.

>>3917321
>that way he gets both the before-and-after..."
ha

>Rutabaga
I'm surprised that place still gets business with all the shit that goes down there

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"Sorry for the wait. We're really shorthanded. We've had a lot of people quitting on us recently..."

The baristas and waitstaff at the Rutabaga Cafe are jumpy and easily spooked. Every time the bell over the door dings, they flinch. The one serving you your coffee looks like she hasn't slept in about five days.

You thank her, and she scuttles off.

When you see, through the front windows, Hugh approaching down the sidewalk, you put on your baseball cap and sunglasses, fold your arms on top of the small circular table, and lay your head down.

Noelle, at a table not far away, greets him enthusiastically, with twin cheek pecks and warm small talk.

And about half an hour later, he's still gabbing. A real chatty Cathy, Hugh is. "Yeah, here's the pass where I cracked my heelbone... this trail is suuuper treacherous, double black diamond. That means biking on it is pretty tough."

"I know what a double black diamond means--"

"--Oh and look, here's the grizzly I saw out there -- didn't wanna get too much closer, haha... but they're really majestic creatures, you know-- and-- oh, oops, that's a picture of me at the gym, ignore that--"

"Hugh, I'd love to stick around, but I'm really in a rush here."

Thank god, you think.

"Oh... yeah, of course. You're busy working for supervillains now and all."

"I'm sorry. It's been great to catch up, trust me. But Whitney's really riding me, and not in the fun way... did you make any progress... on that thing we talked about?"

You can feel your heartbeat in your throat.

"Yeah, sorry, Noelle. I didn't."

Fuck.

"The thing is," he says, "they're keeping those notes under tight watch. And I'd be risking a ton to get them out for you..."

"Cut the shit. I've got the full faith and credit of Darkbloom Analytics behind me here. What's it gonna take?"

"The faith and credit of DBA isn't worth much these days, sweetie. It might take a little extra on top of that... you know?"

Their conversation goes a bit lower, and over the din of the other patrons, you can't make it out. You feel like you're about to crawl out of your skin here.

>>3917357
If she has to fuck him, all we gotta do is just fuck her again, and remind her we're the best. Or maybe he's the cuck, and he just wants to watch us fuck her silly while he hides in the closet.

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>>3917357
And here we go again

>>3917360
She's not fucking this slimeball.

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>>3917357
oh fuck oh god oh no

>>3917363
ah, memories...

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It feels like eternities have passed, when there's a gentle tap on your shoulder. You look up to see Noelle sitting across from you, a straw in her mouth, the other end of it pointing at you. She uses her lips to wag it up and down, puckishly. "Your love rival is gone," she tells you.

"What does he want?"

"He wants to NTR you. Just like your Mongolian puppet shows."

You grimace at her.

"Your stepdad has a court date on the 21st," Noelle says. "Still fighting to get the FBI uprooted from your front lobby. Hugh is gonna be in court that day too... delivering some documents... so it's a perfect time to pull a little extra something-something out of evidence and drop it off, without raising too many eyebrows."

"What does he want?"

"I told you what he wants. He wants to fuck me. Oh, and a million dollars."

"He's not getting that," you say. "Neither of those things."

She smirks. "I can pass him funny money, but I can't pass him funny pussy." She cups her hands around her crotch. "What should I do? Stuff a fleshlight in my zipper and hope he doesn't notice?"

"Will you stop?"

"Today's your lucky day, Alabaster," she says. "He's going to give us Sable's notes before we deliver on our half of the bargain. Gullible asshole."

"How... did you convince him to do that?"

She winks. "Do you really want to know?"

"Noelle--"

"I used my very skilled mouth to convince him, of course."

"You--"

"I sweet-talked him, you dork." She rests her chin on her interlaced fingers. "You're too fun to fuck with, Alabaster. That's your problem."

You stand, go over to the drink machine, dispense an ice chip -- and chuck it at her. Unlike in the past, she has nothing to block it with this time. It slides down the front of her shirt, and she grabs at her breast, yowling. "Fuck! Cold! Ow! Shit, you ass!"

You haul her up by her arm. "Let's go."

"Oh, am I in trouble, Daddy?"

"You have no idea."

On your way out, she pokes your cheek. "See? No one died. No curse. What did I tell you? Paranoid freak."

>>3917251
Fuck yes

>>3917396
>"See? No one died. No curse.
This is surely foreshadowing

>>3917396
BUT THEN

>>3917396
Noelle, it happened three times at least, that's a pattern. Besides, you didn't even leave yet, shit can still go south.

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>>3917396
>On your way out, she pokes your cheek. "See? No one died. No curse. What did I tell you? Paranoid freak."

>>3917400
Ideally of the "Everyone that died (but especially the hot girls) is alive in someway, then we have a giant orgy."

>>3917396
>Be American
>buy $5 coffee
>walk outside
>get shot

>>3917321
>"That place is cursed. It's literally cursed."
Kek

>"If it'll make you feel better..." She says. She leans in and coos in your ear, her breath hot: "...after this is all over and we have what we want, you can fill me up, down there, and take a picture... that way he gets both the before-and-after..."
Double kek

i will be honest, i don't really like ntr.

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I have work kind of early tomorrow and I'd like to unwind a little bit before bed, so I'm gonna stop here and finish up the episode Tuesday night (not Monday) beginning at around 11 PM EST. There may not be any more choices until the end, so don't worry about missing a vote if you can't make it live.

>>3917415
Damn anon, that's a hot take if I've ever heard one.

>>3917416
>leaving us on this cliffhanger
THE SUSPENSE

Nah, it's all good OP. See you then!

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>>3917416
I am going to die

>>3917416
Well shit. Not a problem OP, sleep well and stuff. Shorter episodes never ever!

>>3917415
I mean, that's just a sign of a healthy, well-adjusted degenerate, Anonymous-dono. None of us like it Unless we're the ones doing it. . This is why it's on the TENDERNESS list.

>>3917402
LIST OF TERRIBLE THINGS THAT HAVE HAPPENED AT THE RUTABAGA CAFE:

1.) Camelia's first meeting with Alabaster, blackmail!

2.) Alabaster's meeting with Kay, where Whitney assaulted Camelia!

3.) Alex's reunion with Sable. Wew lad.

4.) The meeting of like half the cast after Vivian kidnaps Cerise and gets Gal to remove Penelope. Sable's return. Probably the only positive meeting we've had there, although Sable and Alex got BTFO'd by Vivian. Very bittersweet.

5.) Renee and Alex's lunch. Kidnapping and suffering. People died. Good soup.

6.) Darkbloom, Armstrong, and Nelson's meeting with Rowan before Vail. Only the beginning of the longest rollercoaster ride in Fuck Quest History.

7.) <---- We are here.

>>3917396
>"See? No one died. No curse. What did I tell you? Paranoid freak."
We're so fucked

>>3917416
Well, considering the death flag that Noelle seemed so intent to wave it's safe to say I'll be on tinderhooks.
We'll see you on Tuesday, OP. Thanks for the run so far!

>>3917424
>7.) <---- We are here.
Lucky seven!

>>3915890
One of the best so far, sasuga OP.

>>3917396
Noelle is based. BASED. I don't see why Alabaster is so worried anyway; she's clearly almost entirely a dyke.

>>3917396
I approve more cold ice on Noelle.
Can't wait to see what will go horribly wrong.

>>3917645
Alabaster's fear of getting NTR'd is honestly his greatest weakness. It's a wonder our enemies haven't exploited it more often.

>>3917794
He's seen enough Doujins to know that you can't let your guard down around even the ugliest of bastards

>>3916996
>"I wanted to thank you, Amber," he says softly. "You saved Whitney and Vivian both."

>You give him the OK sign.

I know Amber is a radical, but this blatant white supremacy is a bridge too far!

The interaction between Renee and David is really interesting to me. I don’t think we ever saw them speak to each other (knowingly) before this season besides the flashbacks of Whitney’s birth. It’s strange to consider because even pre-reboot, their relationship and David’s love for her were major plot points, but they never actually shared a scene.

>>3917396

God I love Noelle bantz. She's so great to talk to.

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Here's a passing thought, since we won't have any more updates until tomorrow. In the scrapped season 1 climax, Alabaster and his harem escape danger by hijacking an airplane full of reporters and taking it to Palau. I like to imagine in that timeline, Kay was on that plane and decided to stick around in Palau for shits and giggles. We don't talk about the scrapped season 2 synopsis.

I guess since I'm the author and can do it, I'm gonna say that's canon.

>>3918721
Nice.

Any thoughts on what the rest of the haremites might have been doing in that timeline? Were they happy?

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>>3918730

I only wanna answer this for a couple of them! Maybe ask me later for the others~

Alex was coming out of his own unhappy teenage years. I'm thinking he probably graduated high school early and got himself into Berkley on scholarship, so he's probably in college at the time of FQ1.

Gal doesn't have an implant in that timeline, which radically alters the course of her life. She's in Juilliard training to be a cellist. Shy as a mouse by nature, but not cripplingly so as we've known her.

Makoto is a junior idol on the come-up in FQ1. Not exactly happy but... not hating life, either. She really doesn't know anything else at that point but the relentless pursuit of stardom thrust upon her by her family and everyone else around her.

Noelle would be just starting out in the FBI, I think that pretty much stays the same.

We knew Rose's mom in that timeline (her original name being Sara), and see that she's more or less the same as well.

Chloe is about 10 or 11 at the time of FQ1, so she's not having a great time at that point.

>>3918743
>She's in Juilliard training to be a cellist.
Oh fuck, I forgot that cellist angle during the romp with Gal and Alex.

Maybe if Cerise was also there, she'd be egging Gal to play Alex as if he we a cello and really make him hit the high notes. Kinda sad that Ally probably has very little idea about Gal's musical talent.

>Chloe is about 10 or 11 at the time of FQ1, so she's not having a great time at that point.
Oof

>>3918743
>Shy as a mouse by nature, but not cripplingly so as we've known her.
Poor girl. I wonder if she'll ever heal enough to get back to that state in this timeline.

Alex is interesting to think about. With how different Darkblooms actions were between timelines (and the lack of Sand Reckoner), one has to wonder whether he and Sable would have ever ended up meeting in the first place.

>Chloe is about 10 or 11 at the time of FQ1, so she's not having a great time at that point.
:(


Anyway, now it's time to rampantly speculate about Sable, Amber, Rose2, and Samantha

>>3918743
>Gal was able to make it into Juilliard even without the implant
Somehow that almost makes how things turned out for her here even more tragic.

>Chloe
;_;

>>3918759
>Anyway, now it's time to rampantly speculate about Sable, Amber, Rose2, and Samantha

Sable: I know OP said not to talk about the unused season 2 stuff, but Sable was a researcher at Berkeley doing reality-altering research there too. Maybe she’s doing something similar in the original. Rose2 and Amber make sense to be mysterious about but it is odd that he won’t mention what Sable’s doing in that timeline. Methinks season 1 is going to be relevant again in a big way soon.

Smatters is obviously sucking dick at an Omaha truck stop for a nickel a pop in the season 1 timeline and OP doesn’t want to break our heart

>>3919047
The age lines up for Sable, but it's also important to keep in mind that by that point she had already been a billionaire for 2~3 years after selling her patent in this timeline. I'm sure that changes things wildly.

Here’s a fun question: which FQ character do you think would get along best with the character of their avatar?