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first for we're fucked

>>2557969
first for Camelia’s feet

>>2557969
IT'S TIME

>>2557974
Too late, faggot.

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October 3, 2014

You've got a spring in your step and happiness in your heart, for the first time in a long time. The results are in: Alabaster Soliloquy has defeated Rose Mallory for student council president.

The look of utter shock and humiliation on Rose's face yesterday afternoon, when the results were announced, is an image indelibly stamped in your mind. She was so dismayed that she couldn't even make a concession speech, sending one of her lickspittle secretaries to do it instead on her behalf.

After half a year of living in Rose's shadow, of dealing with her tyranny both at school and at home, you have achieved the most perfect revenge possible. You beat her at her own game, on her own turf.

Of course, your new duties in StuCo will still have to be secondary to your role as captain of North High's quiz bowl team. This is your senior year and you intend to take the team all the way to the national championship this time.

That's why, after classes end today, you head for Mr. Langley's room - where quiz bowl practice is in session - rather than the student council room on the other side of the school.

You enter to a sea of smiling faces crowding around you. Your fellow teammates congratulate you on your recent win - including Mr. Langley, who says he would have voted for you too, if only faculty was eligible to do so. You graciously accept their back-pats and plaudits.

It's when this miniature crowd disperses, that you finally see her sitting at one of the tables by herself, in front of one of the practice buzzers.

Mr. Langley notices you glowering at her. "In the spirit of reconciliation and sportsmanship--" he begins, but you cut him off - baring to him and the rest of the quiz team a side you rarely show in public:

"What the fuck are you doing here, you bitch?"

Rose smiles warmly. "Alabaster, such demeaning language..."

"Answer me."

"I decided to join the quiz bowl team. Let's go to the national competition this year, okay?"

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second for soft Rose hugging only

>>2557985
i can't wait to tenderly love rose

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That morning, you wake up on your back with with Whitney wrapped around you: her legs locked around your waist, her arms locked around your shoulders. You extricate yourself from this dozing death-grip and get dressed for school.

You're the only one awake. The living room stinks of sex. Rose is cuddled up like a burrito, her face just barely visible and still ruddy from a marathon of ugly-crying. You're not sure exactly what you feel, looking at that pitiful face.

You gently nudge Whitney awake.

"Guhhh?" she mutters.

"I have to go back to Berkeley for my final. Are you coming too?"

She stretches luxuriously and yawns. "I have some business here in town," she says. "I'll catch up."

"Business? What business?"

"You'll see~" She boops your nose.

You're not sure you really want to.

Even though Cerise is being weird about you traveling alone, you have to get going. You don't want to fail on the last day of your semester. You hurry down to your car and hit the road.

You're on the freeway pulling 75 MPH when you notice movement in your rearview mirror. You glance back to see Camelia sitting up in your backseat.

She must have been hiding back there.

You yell - you actually yell, like a girl. You yell again when Camelia puts a revolver to your head.

>>2557985

These storybuilding flashbacks are great

Rose is made for loving

Camelia is your daughter from the future

>>2557985
I am so ready to rape-fight her and then cuddle with her after

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"Calm down," she says. "You're gonna crash if you keep freaking out like that-- hey. Eyes on the road."

"Please don't shoot me," you say - not too proud to beg. "I did what you asked. I plugged in--"

"Shut your fucking pie socket," she says.

You shut up.

"I'm not going to shoot you," she says. "You're the one driving, so what do you think would happen to me if you died right now? I'm not suicidal."

"Wh-what do you want?" you say.

"Think of this like a reverse metaphor. It's a literal gun to your head to remind you that I've got a figurative gun to your head."

"I did what you asked!" You repeat. "I took the USB--"

"Will you shut the fuck up about specifics? How did you get away with the shit you did when you were younger? Don't you know your phone is bugged?"

"Bugged - by who?"

"Darkbloom. Just like he bugged every other phone on the planet."

You shake your head.

"Try it out sometime," Camelia says. "Talk about something you never talk about, then check what kind of targeted ads you get on Facebook. They are listening to you."

"Please," you say, sincerely, "for the love of god... please leave me alone. I don't want anything to do with - with whatever it is you're up to."

"Too late," Camelia says. She pulls the gun away from you head, leans back. You breathe a sigh of relief.

She takes a pack of cigarettes from her vest coat pocket and lights one up.

"Could you not--" you begin, but the icy look she gives you in the rearview warns you off completing that request.

You cough a bit while she enjoys her smoke.

"Pull over," she says. "I need to talk with you where only God can hear us."

"You're going to kill me," you say, voice cracking. It's the logical conclusion.

She rolls her eyes. "You are such a pussy... fine. Here." She lowers the window and tosses her revolver out. The car behind you swerves to avoid it as the gun clatters and skids down the asphalt - you hope no one actually realized what it was.

"Are we good now?" she says.

[ ] Pull over.
[ ] No. Keep driving.

>>2557999
And I’m already ROCK hard.

>>2557999
>you notice movement in your rearview mirror. You glance back to see Camelia sitting up in your backseat.

Are you fucking kidding me?

>You yell again when Camelia puts a revolver to your head.
Are you FUCKING kidding me?


Just remember guys, we're driving on the highway, she can't kill us or she dies with us.

>>2557985
And they haven't hate fucked by now why?
Let's fix that, folks.

>>2558009
[x] Pull over.
I wanna die while I’m this hard.

>>2558009
[X] Pull over.

>>2558009
[ ] Pull over.
making this psychopath my wife

>>2558009
This girl is fucked in the head

Pull over, but don't get out with her. Leave her there

>>2558009
[x] Pull over.

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[x] Pull over.

You stand on the shoulder of the freeway with Camelia, beneath a billboard that commands you to reelect Rep. Devin Isstein this November. "Shill," Camelia sneers, giving his 20-foot visage the bird.

"What do you want?" You say.

"First off," Camelia says, "thank you for doing the thing with the flash drive yesterday. I was starting to think you wouldn't. You missed my deadline by more than three hours."

You say nothing to this.

"Water under the bridge," she says. She tosses her cigarette butt on the ground, stomps it, and immediately lights another. "My partner was ready to burn you - release everything we have on you. I told him: give the poor guy at least until the end of business hours. I don't know why, but I trusted you. It paid off."

"Gee. Thanks."

Camelia is one of those who, when excited, motions with her hands while she talks. "Stumbling block," she says. "We've got a rootkit in Darkbloom's main network now, but the project files I'm after are either on encrypted volumes or totally air gapped. So we've got a bunch of useless inside info about their work on an AI that'll book a haircut for you - and precisely nothing on what we really want to see."

"Which is what?"

"Wouldn't you fucking like to know," Camelia says. She pauses, contemplative. "Wouldn't I fucking like to know. Your boss Sable is working on some seriously dark shit, Alabaster. I need to figure out how dark. Lurking your company's Slack isn't gonna get me there."

"You want me to sabotage my boss now," you say.

"Not at all," Camelia says. "I want you to sabotage a reporter." She pulls a newspaper cutout from her pocket. It's an article from this morning's LA Tribune. The headline reads "Darkbloom First Knew of Security Holes in 2016, Did Nothing". There's a headshot of Kay Vera, the author, in the upper lefthand corner.

"I think that woman has inside info that I don't have," Camelia says. "I own her entire digital life, but the bitch is too smart to keep her notes in digital format. Go to her - pose as a source, get close, and smuggle me her handwritten notes. It'll be faster than milking it out of that fucking crackpot Sable."

"That's a felony, I'm pretty sure," you say.

"Is it? How about burning down a high school?"

You close your eyes and sigh.

[ ] I'll do it.
[ ] I won't do it.

>>2558009
Sorry, not about to miss my final. Can we talk in the parking lot?
[x] No. Keep driving.

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[X] Pull over
Cock is hard, body is ready, no regrets, final destination.

>>2558044
God fucking damnit.

>>2558009
[x] pull over
she is fucking crazy
and i love it

>>2558042

[do it]

>>2558042
>an AI that'll book a haircut for you
The small details, man. Amazing.

[x] I'll do it.

>>2558042
[x] i'll do it
like we have a choice anyway

>>2558042
[X] I won't do it.

Fuck it, we did what she wanted, we're out. Not going to let Darth Vader alter this deal.

>>2558042
>[x] I'll do it.

>>2558042
>[ ] I'll do it.
I, for one, wholeheartedly welcome Camelia using us as her shadowrunning bitch-slave

>>2558042
>[x] I won't do it.
We might be her final option. Why should she make all the rules as she goes along?

>>2558042
>[X] I'll do it.

>[ ] I'll do it.

If we're gonna get blackmailed we should take it like a man and not pussy out.

>>2558042
>[X] I won't do it.

I wonder if she's just playing an elaborate game of chicken just to fuck with us. Seeing how far we'll go under a credible threat.

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[x] I'll do it.

"Smart man," Camelia says. "There's hope for you yet."

She hands you a sticky note with a phone number written on it. "This is Vera's personal cell. She's in New York right now doing the talk show circuit but she'll be back in town this Sunday. Schedule a sit-down meeting at the Rutabaga Cafe. I want to personally verify that you didn't turn chickenshit and ghost the poor woman."

You take the number from her. "I'm not chickenshit," you insist.

"Oh, of course not," Camelia says, sticking out her tongue. "That's why you let all the women in your life push you around."

"I don't--"

"See you soon," she says. "And tell Rose I say hello."

You're a little weirded out that Camelia apparently wants you to leave her on the side of the highway, but you're not going to question it. The less time you spend with this sociopath, the better.

As you peel away and merge into traffic again, you see her stick her thumb into the air - hitchhiking. God help whoever picks her up.

>>2558088
>"That's why you let all the women in your life push you around."
Burn.

>>2558088
I love her so much. I love her so much.

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Your final exam goes about as well as it can go, given that you haven't studied for it in nearly a week, and the threat of being murdered or sent to prison looms large in your mind. Which is to say it doesn't go well at all.

You get back to work around lunchtime to finish out the back half of your day. As you pull into the parking garage, a construction-zone-orange Lamborghini roars around a corner and squeals to a stop in the spot next to you. The door lifts open and out toddles Stackleford, carrying a large bag of food from Taco Bell.

"Sup, man!" he says when he notices you (to your dismay). "You try these new nacho fries yet, Alabaster? They're the tits!"

You step out of your car. "How can you still afford that thing if you're broke?" you ask, nodding at the Lambo.

"I can't," Stackleford admits. "I'm about three months behind. I've been parking here and there to avoid the repo guy. I won't let them take Kagome from me!"

"You named your Lamborghini Kagome."

"Yeah, bro. Kagome is my waifu." He takes a packet of medium salsa from his bag of food, opens the packet with his teeth, and starts sucking on it. With a half-full mouth, he continues: "see, the word waifu is kind of a meme that means I--"

"Goddamn it, Stackleford. I know what it means."

Stackleford tosses the empty salsa packet on the concrete and dives into his bag for another. You circle the Lambo, admiring its sleekness despite yourself. But you stop at the back, noticing that Stackleford still has Nevada plates - and not just that, but the back plate is a vanity tag that reads 'MARUTO'.

"Maruto?" you say.

Stackleford joins you at the back, staring down at the plate too. "Some stupid butthole in Nevada already had a vanity plate that said Naruto, so this was the closest I could get."

"Why not replace the O in 'Naruto' with a zero or something?"

Stackleford is silent for a moment as he sucks down another sauce packet. "Shit. I wish I had thought of that."

He looks at you. "Hey, Alabaster. Are you gonna join the morning anime club? I could really use a buddy there. Nobody else seems to have the same taste as me, like you do..."

[ ] Fine, whatever.
[ ] No way.

>>2558088
I want Camelia to bully me.

>>2558088
god, she's such a cunt
i hope we get to break her

>>2558101
>[x] No way.
I named my 2nd Gen 4runner Makoto.

>>2558101
>anime club
um
[no]

>>2558101
No way.

>>2558101
[x] No way

>>2558101
[X] No way fag

[x] Fine, whatever.

We can use our knowledge from the original timeline to assume that Cerise is involved somehow.

>>2558101
>[X] No way.
I hate Stackleford so much, mostly because he's half me.

>>2558101
>[x] No way.
Not just no, but hell no. Not just no, but hell no. Sing it out loud and do a conga dance for emphasis if you have to.

>>2558101
[ ] No way.
keep our schedule open for now

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[x] No way.

"No," you say, shaking your head. "No. Just - no. No."

"Are you sur--"

"No. The answer is no."

"No, as in you're sure, or no as in you're not sure--"

"Goddamn it, Stackleford."

Unable to come up with anything else to say, he instead wordlessly offers you a salsa packet. (This must be how his tribe settles disputes.) You wave it off.

"Okay, well..." he says. "well, I guess I'll see you later. Uh - call me if you want to ride in my Lambo sometime... but, uh... call me soon. I might not have it for much longer..."

As he walks away, he sounds like he's on the verge of crying.

>>2558101

[no way]

I don't care what benefit hanging out with Stacklefuck gets us, I'm not going to torture myself by going to a godforsaken club.

Why does a huge publicly traded company building have an anime club?

>>2558111

I named my silver Volvo S70 Yuki
TL note: Volvo means "good in snow"

>>2558131
It's not an "official" club, it's just a group of employees who gather in the rec area to watch anime in the mornings. Like a lot of big tech campuses, DA has a lot of recreational space for employees.

>>2558130
>As he walks away, he sounds like he's on the verge of crying.

God damn it Stackleford... ;_;

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You are no sooner back at your workstation than Alex is practically on top of you - jabbering about how Sable has given you a special assignment she wants to discuss. Alex is the only one of the 20 or so coders in the room who look at all happy. The rest are downcast and dour - owing, presumably, to the fact that Sable completely trashed all their work and started a new project with no advance warning.

"Brown-nosing faggot..." mutters one of them under their breath, looking at Alex scornfully.

"Choot," adds the one you know as Pai, whose computer you plugged the infected drive into yesterday.

Alex doesn't seem to care, or even notice their jabs; and soon he's leading you by the hand to Sable's office. His grip is loose, but warm.

Inside, Sable is as manic as she was yesterday, typing notes at a furious pace and pounding back a tall mug of black coffee. Her workstation is strewn with empty mugs.

"She hasn't left work since yesterday!" Alex whispers to you excitedly. "It's magical!"

"It's something..." you mutter, as Sable pauses long enough to knock back a few pills that you can't identify and chase it with another gulp of piping hot coffee.

>>2558131
To entice all those faggy weeb programmers and postgrads that are fresh out of college with CS degrees and obsess about waifus ;_;

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"Ms. Guiteau, Ally's back from his test."

Sable turns. "Alabaster!" she says. "Man of the hour. Do you have a minute? What am I saying, of course you do, you don't actually do anything useful around here."

"I--"

"That's all right," she says. "I've got something to make use of your skills. Come with me."

Alex gives you two thumbs up and nods encouragingly as you follow Sable into a part of her office-slash-lab that you haven't been in before.

Sable flicks on a set of bright fluorescent lights that illuminate a surprisingly expansive area behind her PC workstations. The area is tiled and contains several workbenches covered with spare mechanical parts. On a workbench in the center sits something covered by a blanket. Sable approaches it.

"I want you to meet a special pet of mine," she says. "We call it Smatters."

>>2558164
>"I want you to meet a special pet of mine," she says. "We call it Smatters."
Y E S
E
S

>>2558059
>>an AI that'll book a haircut for you
>The small details, man. Amazing.
What?

>>2558164
>"We call it Smatters."
Renee coming back soon?

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>>2558164
>"We call it Smatters"

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"A pet?" you say, uncomprehending. "Like... a rabbit something?"

"Not quite," Sable says. "Smatters is an acronym."

She wheels a small moving whiteboard in front of the countertop and uses a dry erase marker to write it out:

S.M.A.T.T.E.R.S.

Servo-Modulated All-Terrain Tracking-Exploring Robotic Sentry

"Go ahead and take a peek if you want," she says.

You reach out and tug the blanket away.

The whir of activating mechanisms greets you - tightly wound plastic gears driven by a tiny motor - and suddenly you're face to face with a quadripedal robot no bigger than the pet bunny you guessed it was.

Well... "face to face" is a bit of a misnomer. It has four dainty legs with articulated knees and feet, but no head, just a square torso with a gleaming black dome like that of a CCTV camera mounted where the neck would be.

Still, though it has no face or eyes, you can clearly sense it is looking at you. After it has unfurled its legs, stood and balanced itself on all four feet, it stays perfectly still - back angled slightly upwards, the dome of its erstwhile face pointed directly at you - regarding you - and you feel very exposed, somehow.

Then it starts to walk around the countertop. Its gait is inelegant but does the job: as it passes by a stray pencil, it tests it with one foot, rolling it a bit this way and that, then stares at it for a moment, and finally steps over it. Every step it takes is punctuated by the whir of its moving joints and the clack of its metal feet hitting the table.

"This is an important side project for the new initiative," Sable says. "I need your help perfecting it."

"Whoa," is all you can say as you watch the little thing hobble around. "You built that?"

"Sort of," Sable says. "I modified the design slightly. The concept and first prototype were the work of R--"

"This thing is so cool," you interrupt. "I can't believe it. And this is just the side project?"

Sable nods.

"I'll work on this," you say. "I'd love to. But - what's it for?"

"It's our second generation drone technology. Aerial drones can't collect enough data for what we need. We planned years ago to release land-based drones to complement the effort but could never get the path-finding right. I think you could help work out some of the bugs."

"...On my own?" you ask, suddenly uncertain.

"Definitely not!" Sable says. "I can't trust you to work without supervision, and you'll definitely need help." (You blanche a bit at her brutal candor.) "Alex will assist with the codebase - he's emphatic about working alongside you, and I need his spirits high for the work ahead. We'll also have an engineer on loan from Boston Dynamics who- ah, here he comes now." She cups her hands around her mouth. "Ken, back here, behind my desk! Come meet Alabaster."

>>2558164
>Do you have a minute? What am I saying, of course you do, you don't actually do anything useful around here."

She has our number, that's for sure.

>"I want you to meet a special pet of mine," she says. "We call it Smatters."
Smatters!

>>2558175
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D5VN56jQMWM

>>2558183
>The concept and first prototype were the work of R--"

Aww Ms. Carte

>>2558130
you know, over the years I've grown to love insufferable weebs like Stackleford. I find the notion of "hiding your powerlevel" smacks too much of being ashamed to say you love what you love. Fuck that. Stackleford is my fucking guy

>>2558183
>"Sort of," Sable says. "I modified the design slightly. The concept and first prototype were the work of R--"

R--?

>"This thing is so cool," you interrupt. "I can't believe it. And this is just the side project?"

Shut up, self.

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"Howdy," says Ken, tipping his stetson hat. "Pleasure to meet you, pard'ner."

...Is this man a Japanese cowboy?

"Kenichi Takagawa," he says, extending his hand. You shake. "Feel free to call me Ken Smith." He adjusts his oversized belt buckle - mostly, you think, just to draw your attention to its existence. "Let's git 'er done, as is said in the American states."

Although his English is fairly impeccable, the accent is thick.

"My interests are western animation and firearms," Ken says. "The cultural products of America fascinate me greatly. How about you, Mr. Soliloquy sir?"

You're about to say something back when you hear shouting from the work area outside Sable's office.

You have a terrifying intuition that this might have something to do with yesterday's events. You excuse yourself, stepping out to see what the matter is.

Fazil is sitting at Pai's computer. Spancer Jardan from HR is standing beside him. A small crowd is watching the unfolding drama, and Pai is impotently arguing his case.

"This is bullshit!" Pai shouts at Spancer. "I don't know what the fuck he's talking about-- I never took any goddamn USB stick--"

"Please to calm yourself," Fazil says, typing at a command prompt. You feel ill.

Pai steps forward as if to lay a hand on Fazil, but Spancer pulls Pai back. "Please wait warmly," Spancer says. "This will take only a moment."

[ ] Scope for info: ask Fazil what's going on.
[ ] Say nothing.

>>2558209
MOTHERFUCKING KEN-SAMA

[x] Scope for info: ask Fazil what's going on.

>>2558209
[X] Say nothing
Hope you've got a kick ass poker face. This is a big company and they'll never know who did it as long as you don't give yourself away.

>>2558209
>[ ] Scope for info: ask Fazil what's going on.

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>2558209
>[ ] Say nothing.
Blend with the onlookers. Don't draw attention.

>>2558209
A WESTABOO
THIS IS INCREDIBLE

[TALK TO SECOND BEST BOY]

>>2558209

[x] say nothing

Don't raise any suspicions

>>2558209
>"Please wait warmly," Spancer says. "This will take only a moment."

Is Spancer OP Studios' self insert?

[X] Say nothing

>>2558209
[x] Scope for info: ask Fazil what's going on.

>>2558209
>[ ] Scope for info: ask Fazil what's going on.
Holy shit we have a reverse weaboo? I already love Ken

Also is Fazil also in R&D?

>>2558209
>[x] Say nothing.

>>2558209
>[X] Say nothing.
We know what's going on.

>>2558209
>[X] Scope for info: ask Fazil what's going on.
Let's play it cool though.

>>2558209
I miss GBJP.
>[x] Say nothing.

>>2558209
>[X] Say nothing.
Holy shit, as soon as I read Ken this was what I was expecting and it happened.

>>2558189
Thanks.

>>2558239
>Also is Fazil also in R&D?

No, he works for Cerise. He's probably down here because this is sketchy and raised some flags

>>2558209
You keep 1-upping yourself.

>>2558209
>[ ] Scope for info: ask Fazil what's going on.

>>2558257
You're welcome. I probably should also have said that it's something recent.

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>>2558209

>[ ] Scope for info: ask Fazil what's going on.

>[x] Scope for info: ask Fazil what's going on.

Closing, writing.

(in the meantime, enjoy the theme of Ken!)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A7ZPwxeE6n0

>>2558275
the song of his people

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>[x] Scope for info: ask Fazil what's going on.

"Ala-bast-or!" Fazil says. "Nice to be seeing you. Please hold on just oooone--"

He trails off, turns back to the PC, and types some more at the command prompt.

Finally seeming to find what he was looking for, he looks over at Spancer and nods.

"Please come with me," Spancer says to Pai.

"I refuse to be--" Pai begins.

"I insist," says Spancer, putting both hands on both of of Pai's shoulders. He leads Pai out, largely against his will.

You don't think you're ever going to see him again.

Fazil powers down Pai's workstation, unplugs the tower, and takes it with him. "Walk with me!" He says. You follow him down the halls.

"Cerise is a great boss," Fazil says, walking alongside you. "For past several days I think to myself - why does she not assign any tasks? Then I think: a-ha! She wants us to define our workflow ourselves. I respect that management style. It takes much trust."

He stops, turns, and looks at you.

"So what, uh... what workflow did you define?" You ask.

"I was busy taking images of the affected servers when I heard some guards talking about a suspicious USB drive someone found," he says. "Hackers who cannot access the network remotely will often use such subterfuge! Very strange timing to be seeing strange devices on campus. Yes? So I think to do some network analysis. And unbelievable! There is a rootkit in our network! Dating to yesterday."

You gulp.

"I think, what horrible tricks! I will trace this. And so I did. Mr. Pai has broken protocol by plugging in the suspicious drive. Our entire company, at risk, for a television program named Naruto!"

"That's- really awful," you say.

"He will be terminated at once," Fazil says, solemn. "Meanwhile, I am hard at work doing a quarantine on the rootkit. Hard work, very hard indeed, Ala-bast-or. I hope Cerise will see this and say to herself - I am pleased with the work of Fazil."

"I'm sure she will be," you say, laying a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Huzzah, as is said!" Fazil replies. You let him go the rest of the way to the elevator on his own.

You stand there alone in the hallway for a long time, ruminating on how close you came to losing everything. If you hadn't thought to plug in the drive to someone else's computer...

No use stewing over could-have-beens, though.

>>2558275
When I listen to this song I imagine the shooter that was foreshadowed last chapter just entered the R&D room only to be stopped by Ken pulling out his revolver and saving the day. Am I the only one

>>2558315
>"He will be terminated at once,"
Shit. Dodged a bullet here.

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Near the end of business, you stop by Cerise's office to talk about what Fazil found.

"Jesus Christ," she says. "I might solve this hack by accident..."

"You already have--" you begin. But it's best not to talk about specifics while you're in the heart of the beast. You leave it at that.

"Well. I'll tell Fazil he's doing bang-up work," Cerise says.

"Maybe you should fire him instead," you say. "There's good, and then there's too good. Do you realize what almost happened just now?"

Cerise is mulling this over when her office door opens and Rose barges in.

"There you are," Cerise says. "Decided to finally show up, huh? Where the fuck were you all day?"

She's breathless and her hair is a little mussed. "I need to speak to Alabaster. Alone - for your own safety."

[ ] Go with her.
[ ] You can talk with Cerise here.

>>2558345
>[x] Go with her.

>[ ] Go with her.

Watch out for tasers though.

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>>2558345
>[X] Go with her.

>>2558315
He’s fucking up our plan but Jesus, what a pure boy.

>>2558345
>[X] Go with her.

We're getting locked in a basement, chained to the radiator, aren't we?

>>2558345
>[X] Go with her.
She's probably going to fuck us up but eh.

>>2558345
Rose doesn't look like she's playing around right now.
[X] Go with her.

>>2558345
[x] Go with her.

>>2558345
>[X] Go with her.
Oh my.

>>2558345
>[X] Go with her.

>>2558345
>[ ] Go with her.
ah, I've been waiting for this

>>2558316
>the shooter that was foreshadowed last chapter
It's fucking weird reading that an thinking that a problem other people have then I can't walk my dog on the dog walking path I like to take because the cops were swarming the place, due to a fucking active shooter.

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>>2558345
Oh fuck I don't think I'm ready for this

>>2558345
Ready yo go down.
>[x] Go with her.

>>2558345

>go with her

>>2558354
Oh and we should probably leave our phones.

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>[x] Go with her.

You stand in the hall leading to the cubicle farm where Cerise's team is stationed.

"I found out where Camelia lives," Rose says in hushed tones. "I followed her this morning."

"Oh wow," you say. "You actually did something useful. So where does she--" you pause, as a realization hits you. "Wait a second... if you were following her, that means..."

"Here's the address," Rose says, trying to hand you a slip of paper.

"You were following me?" You say. "What the fuck, Rose? Why? Fucking stalker."

This isn't the first time Rose has followed you around - it was a perennial problem when you were younger - but you thought she was over such childish games.

"Don't lose track of what's important," Rose says. "This is a major discovery--"

"Why the hell were you following me?"

"Will you shut up about that?" Rose cries. She stomps her foot, sending her giant tits jiggling. "I found your extortionist! No need to thank me, Alabaster, just doing all the shit you're incapable of! As usual!"

You point at her. "You creep me out, Rose - for real."

"I'm going to that address," Rose says. "I scoped the place out, and it looks like Camelia is gone - for now, anyway. This is our chance to find out what she's up to. Are you coming or not?"

"Absolutely not," you say.

Rose shrugs and turns to leave, just like that. But you're not done with this conversation, so you reach out and grab her wrist to stop her.

"Don't," Rose says.

"This isn't your problem to deal with," you say. "Give me the address."

"No."

"Give me--"

"No--!"

You get into a little tussle for the slip of paper that Rose now suddenly wants to keep for herself. You shove each other back and forth, with increasing force, and the only reason things don't really explode is because Fazil walks by.

"Is all ok?" He asks.

"Fine, we're fine," Rose insists, slightly winded.

"Yeah..." you say. "It's all good."

"Good!" Fazil says. "Good is good." He exits to his cubicle, apparently unperturbed by mild workplace violence.

"I'm going," Rose whispers. "You can't stop me."

[ ] Stop her.
[ ] Can't let you mess this up. I'm going too.

>>2558345
>[x] Go with her.
You look like shit. Did you fall off the treadmill again?

>>2558380
[X] Stop her
Rose is gonna get herself fucking killed walking right into some sort of decoy.

>>2558380
>[x] Go with her

>>2558380
>[X] Can't let you mess this up. I'm going too.

>>2558380
[x] Stop her.
We can't just go without a plan. Camelia probably knows that Rose followed her.

>>2558380
[x] Can't let you mess this up. I'm going too.

>>2558380
>[X] Stop her.
This doesn't seem like a good idea right now.

>>2558380
[x] go

Even if we stop her now, she’ll just go on her own later. We must protect.

>>2558380
>[X] Stop her.
Camelia already knows that Rose was following her and Alabaster, so probably that address is fake or a trap. Not the good kind of trap.

>>2558380
[x] Stop her.

Bitch had a gun and wasn't afraid to use it. Slow down.

>>2558380
>[x] Stop her.

>>2558380
>[X] Can't let you mess this up. I'm going too.

We're going to find out she was just a chuuni this whole time

>>2558380
>[x] Stop her.
No wonder Camelia said say hello to Rose. She knows she was followed. We should say as much to her at least.

>>2558380
>[ ] Stop her

>>2558380
>Good is good
Fazil is so wise.

>[X] Stop her.
I really don't want to involve Rose more than we have to.

>>2558380

>[x] Can't let you mess this up. I'm going too.

Gotta find those clues

>>2558380
>[x] I’m going too
I want this but I know there’s no way she doesn't know we’re coming.

>>2558380
>[X] Stop her.

>[x] Stop her.

Closing, writing. (close vote!)

>>2558380
>Stop her

>>2558380

[x] stop her

Gotta come up with a plan, first

Reminder that after tonight, FQ2 is 1/3 finished and the counters are still at 1/8 and 0/1.

>>2558451

It's always like this, it gets a lot faster the further in we go

Remember, OP Studios has a plan, and it involves us waiting warmly

>>2558451
1/3 finished? What gives you that idea?

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>[x] Stop her.

Can't stop me, your ass. You can definitely stop her.

You grab both her wrists this time, wheel her around and tackle her to the ground. She lands on her back, a soft cushion beneath your weight.

"Alabaster--!!"

"Listen to me, you dumb cunt," you hiss, your face inches from hers. Forcefulness like this is the only way to get things through her thick skull. "Camelia knows you tailed her. She mentioned you by name when we were on the side of the freeway."

Rose's expression is hard to read - something between indignation and embarrassment.

"We can't go in without some kind of plan," you tell her. "Walking right up to her doorstep after she's seen you following her... are you kidding me?"

"I'm not afraid of her," Rose says. She raises her neck as far off the ground as she can, sneering at you, so close you can smell the mint on her breath. "I'm not afraid of you, either."

You become acutely aware that you're lying on top of Rose in a very public hallway, holding her down by her arms, your face pressed against hers. There's really no reason for you to continue your conversation this way, and every reason not to, but you do anyway.

"Rose, she held a gun on me. She's crazy."

"All the more reason for us to figure out exactly what she's doing."

"And then what?"

"I don't know. Kill her, I guess."

You sit up on your haunches, keeping Rose pinned beneath you. Sometimes there's no reasoning with her.

"Come with me," Rose says. "If we're not going to go to Camelia's... there's something at mom and dad's that might help. We need to defend ourselves at least."

[ ] Go.
[ ] No - head back home to Cerise's apartment.

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>>2558451
>It'll finish

>>2558461
>[ ] No - head back home to Cerise's apartment.

>>2558461
>[x] Go.

>>2558461
>[X] Go.

>>2558451
At the rate things are developing, we may be headed for a 2 cour run.

>>2558461
[x] Go

>>2558461
[X] Go.

>>2558472
>At the rate things are developing, we may be headed for a 2 cour run.

ONCE AGAIN OP STUDIOS SAVES THE DAY

>>2558461
If there's anything that can protect us from crazy lady with guns it's the second amendment. We need to pay Mr. Mallory a visit.
[X] Go.

>>2558461
>[ ] Go.

>>2558472
<3

>>2558461
[x] Go.

>>2558461

[x] Head back to Cerise's apartment

Plan with her

>>2558461
>[x] Go.
Don't let her out of your sight.

>>2558461
>[x] Go.

>[x] Go.

Closing, writing.

>[x] Go.

Maybe she has some kind of wizarding staff

>>2558461
>[x] Go.
>there's something at mom and dad's that might help
More pepper spray?

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>>2558472

>>2558461

[X] Go

I think we're getting a taser.

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November 11, 2014

You and Rose stayed behind after quiz bowl practice ended - ostensibly to study some more for the upcoming regional competition - but the real motivation was to have it out.

You two might be the star players, appearing to all the world as a well-oiled machine and trouncing the other schools at every match you attend together - but in private, you still haven't warmed at all to each other. In fact, your relationship has only deteriorated the longer you've been in close daily proximity.

Today, it started with a simple exchange of pointed verbal barbs - but of course, it escalated.

Now you and Rose lie in two broken heaps in the middle of the ruined classroom.

Desks and tables, papers and books lie scattered; a filing cabinet is tipped on its side and badly dented; the whiteboard is cracked from the force of shoving Rose into it.

You're bleeding, not just a little, from several gashes on your face, your arms, and your back where Rose clawed you. She's bleeding from where you bit her on both the shoulder and the tummy in a blind rage. You and Rose are both bruised all over - your head is throbbing, she clutches at her kidneys and groans, both of you have twisted ankles and some possibly-fractured digits.

You're not sure who got the worst of it: you, when Rose latched onto your shoulders and beat you upside the head with a thick textbook, or Rose, when you got her pinned to the floor and landed a barrage of vicious punches centered right on her belly button.

Call it a tie game. (But at least you didn't piss yourself. You think.)

The coppery smell of blood hangs in the air - tinged with something else you can't identify, but which much later you will come to know as female arousal.

You're on your back, gasping for air, dazed. From the corner of your eye, you see Rose rise onto her hands and knees, wobbling, and try to crawl the short distance to where you are. She doesn't make it - she collapses, her chin bonking hard on the wood floor. She flops onto her back like a dying fish.

You're slow on the uptake right now - she's already hit the ground again before you react to seeing her move towards you - you swat at the air as if to fend her off, but she's already down for the count.

"We can't... keep doing this..." Rose pants.

"I'm not... going to let... you win..." you pant back.

"Fu-- ghh--" she grits her teeth through the pain-- "fuck you."

You muster the last of your strength to do what Rose couldn't: you crawl over to her. You intend to give her one last smack or something - you're not entirely sure - but when you get there, your muscles fail. You turn to jelly and fall atop her like a blanket.

You lie there like that, wrapped over her, for several long moments.

"Are you fucking cuddling me right now?" Rose says.

"No." (Voice muffled by her breasts.)

"Get off of me, Alabaster."

"I can't..."

It feels like perhaps half an hour passes before Rose finally speaks again.

"Today was fun," she says.

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>>2558472

You're just really swell, you know that?
Here, have a Yuki with a ponytail

>>2558498
Y E S
E
S

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>>2558498

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>>2558498

>>2558498
>"Are you fucking cuddling me right now?" Rose says.

I for one, enjoy a nice cuddle after intense physical altercations. Really helps the whole thing, even if it can be awkward sometimes. Especially if they don't want to cuddle afterwards.

>>2558498
>Rose Malloryona
Dunno if it's intentional, but goddamnit OP Studios.

>>2558498
https://cs.sankakucomplex.com/data/54/4f/544f8bc456c0619be4efa373b35ad9fd.jpg?e=1526269394&m=1_lg0m_QsKILtFa3vLzEtQ

I figured someone would want the uncensored link.

So was Rose a SJW 4 years ago in this timeline? Did she go SJW just to piss off Ally as some form of affection?

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Rose breezes right past her dad, who's enjoying a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper in the den of the Mallory home. She makes a beeline for her bedroom upstairs.

"Hi, Mr. Mallory," you say - you're polite enough to at least give him the time of day.

"Giving 'em hell at Darkbloom?" He asks.

"Sort of..."

"Rose has that look in her eye again," he says, taking another sip. "You two up to something? Wait - don't tell me! What I don't know won't hurt me!"

"Err--"

He laughs. "Be careful, you two."

He flips through the paper a bit, and then - as if changing the subject, he mentions off-handedly: "There's an article today about increasing rates of birth defects in California. Really spooky stuff. I'd hate if I ended up having a child with some sort of deformity, wouldn't you? Really have to be careful, you know?"

"Right..."

You pass by without prolonging the awkward conversation. He occasionally makes pointed remarks to you like that - it weirds you out.

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>>2558527

Never had to put up with this kind misguided nonsense when dad was around.

>>2558527
“Please bang my daughter.”

>>2558544
It's better then them living out some power fantasy by pretending we live in the third world and death threats are ok.

>>2558544
Isn't he saying the opposite?

>>2558527
>I'd hate if I ended up having a child with some sort of deformity, wouldn't you?

Oh god, does Rose in this timeline have a penis?

>>2558527
Does he... Oh my. He wants us to use protection.

>>2558551
Could be telling them to use contraception.

>>2558551
everyone in this universe wants to fuck Rose.

>>2558549
tfw no gf that’ll pin me to a wall and jerk me off with a blade to my neck

>>2558560
*wants us to fuck Rose

>>2558563
Look man. Can't fault the world for liking big tiddies.

>>2558560
>everyone in this universe wants to fuck Rose.
That's pretty hot.

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In her bedroom, you find Rose on her knees at the safe beside her bed.

Of course.

She finishes entering the combo and the door pops open. Inside, there's a small cache of weapons. She takes a pistol out and checks the magazine to ensure it's loaded. Satisfied, she puts the gun in the waistband of her skirt, tugs her blouse up to cover it, and goes digging again.

"Do you remember the firing range I went to with dad every weekend back in high school?" She says.

"Of course."

"Remember how you were too much of a wuss to ever tag along?"

"Now hold on--"

She hands you a pistol. It's cold and awkward but surprisingly not very heavy in your hands.

"You don't have a choice now," she says. "You and Cerise need to learn how to shoot."

For all of Rose's left-wing leanings, one odd quirk of hers is her love of guns - a habit picked up from her father, a lawyer. Once a defense attorney, now he does work for the ACLU, and he is definitely an absolutist on every Constitutional amendment. (You should listen to him get going on the issue of quartering soldiers when he's drunk.)

Rose reaches under her bed now and pulls out a long, hard black plastic case. Clacking it open, she reveals a sawed-off shotgun.

"I don't think that's legal," you tell her.

"Fuck legal," she says. She clacks it closed and hauls it up over her shoulder by the strap. "And speaking of that - don't you dare leave the house again if you aren't carrying. Do you understand me?"

"You want me to carry this gun with me to work?"

"Yes I do, Alabaster. Do you think Camelia is going to pay attention to the little sign on the entrance that says DA is a gun-free campus?"

[ ] That's too dangerous. I won't carry at work.
[ ] All right - it can't be helped.

>>2558597
[X] That's too dangerous. I won't carry at work.

Don't we have to pass through a metal detector or something? I don't think we'll get away with this.

>>2558597
>[ ] All right - it can't be helped.

>>2558597
Ally is the Good Guy With A Gun.
>[x] shouganai

>>2558597
>[X] That's too dangerous. I won't carry at work.
Let's not give Mara more options to fuck us.

>>2558597
[X] Shouganai

>>2558597
>one odd quirk of hers is her love of guns

>[x] All right - it can't be helped.
It's time.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ffl4HDp-_S4

>>2558597
>[x] That's too dangerous. I won't carry at work.

How do you expect us not to get busted, woman? Leave the gun in the car? Camilla can get it whenever she wants.

Also, those Mami pictures are criminally cute.

>>2558597
>[x] That's too dangerous. I won't carry at work.
It's like she wants us to be fired. At least train us first.

>>2558615
>How do you expect us not to get busted, woman?
For real.

>>2558597
[x] That's too dangerous. I won't carry at work.

>>2558597
[X] All right - it can't be helped.

Gunz gunz gunz babee

>>2558597

[x] Yosh - 仕方がない

And Rose living up to her portrait is making me erect

>>2558597
>[x] That's too dangerous. I won't carry at work.

>>2558597
>[x] That's too dangerous. I won't carry at work.
I'll trust on Mr. Ken Smith if a shooting happens

[x] too dangerous

Do t be retarded guys.

>>2558597
>[x] All right - it can't be helped.
This is a necessity

>>2558597
>[x] That's too dangerous. I won't carry at work.

>[ ] All right - it can't be helped.

Our combat capabilities don't seem good enough to outweigh the danger of a random bag search, but I'm sure we can think of something in a pinch.

>[x] That's too dangerous. I won't carry at work.

Closing, writing. (Another close vote!)

>>2558597
>[X] That's too dangerous. I won't carry at work.

>>2558646
Oh thank god.

>>2558646
Useless as always, Alabaster Soliloquy

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G9-jAdbvRHQ
It was a good try, lads

>>2558515
>tfw you went a season and a half without noticing the pun

>>2558515
Seems like quite a stretch to me.

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>[x] That's too dangerous. I won't carry at work.

Rose frowns.

"I mean, thanks for arming me and all," you say, "but--"

Rose slaps you.

You reel back, smarting.

"Excuse me?" You say.

She slaps you again. You step back from her range of motion, wild-eyed.

"Slapping me won't change anything!" You shout. "DA has metal detectors at every single entrance, you stupid--"

Rose tries to slap you again but this time, you intercept it. You swat her hand away.

"Don't you dare," you say when the look on her face seems to signal that she's going to do something else.

"Or what?" Rose says, tauntingly.

You step forward now, looming over her.

"Big man," she sneers. "Are you going to hit me now?"

"No. You'd like that too much."

"In your fucking dreams, Alabaster. Misogynist pig." She shoves you, but it doesn't budge you - you're standing your ground on this one.

Instead, you push her, step by step, using your chest and your own weight to force her backwards. Eventually she's up against her own bed, but you don't stop there - and now her knees are bending, and now she's sitting.

"You think we're some kind of even match," you say, "but the only reason is because I let you bully me around. I could stop all of this in a second if I really wanted to."

"Why don't you, then, if you're so great?"

"It's because I pity you," you say. "You're a sad, pathetic person."

"You're one to talk!" she cries. "You make me sick! Little fucking virgin who sits around whacking his dick to anime all day!"

"Not anymore," you say.

"Whitney doesn't count," she says, but the crack in her voice tells you that Rose understands it most certainly does. "She's more like a feral bitch than a human being. I already told you three years ago, Alabaster--"

"Yeah, yeah," you say. "And I told you three years ago that if it was going to happen, it would be because I raped you. Or did you forget that part?"

"You're too chickenshit." (There's that accusation again. It really grates.) "You wouldn't be able to get it up."

[ ] Prove her wrong.
[ ] No - you don't get pick when it happens.

>>2558515
>Malloryona
I don't get it

>>2558705
>[ ] No - you don't get pick when it happens.
Deny her. She's trying to goad us into it. Make her work for it. Hell, make her rape US.

>>2558705
[X] PROVE HER WRONG

HERE WE GO BOYS

>>2558705
[X] No
Snap out of it Ally! Raping armed women is never wise!

>>2558705
>[X] No - you don't get pick when it happens.

>>2558705
>Prove her wrong.

>>2558705
[X] No - you don't get pick when it happens.

This is b8.

>>2558707
The last part. Ryona. The fetish.

>>2558705
>[x] Prove her wrong.

Give her what she wants.

>>2558705
>[x] No - you don't get pick when it happens.
That's kind of defeating the purpose. Besides, her dad's downstairs.

>>2558705
[ ] No - you don't get pick when it happens.

>>2558705
>[x] Prove her wrong.
YES

>>2558705

[x[ Prove her wrong

Angry sex time

>[X] Prove her wrong
Only took us like three years!

>>2558705
>[X] No - you don't get pick when it happens.
The bitch has guns and her father is downstairs, not a great time.

>>2558705
I think we can give her what she wants just this once.
>[x] Prove her wrong.

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>>2558472

>>2558705
>[ ] Prove her wrong.
Let's throw her a bone here.

>>2558705
[x]No - you don't get pick when it happens.

If she wants it, it’s pointless. It must be when she isn’t trying to get it.

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>[ ] No - you don't get pick when it happens.

but then later

>>[ ] Prove her wrong.

>>2558705
[X] No - you don't get pick when it happens.

Nothing would upset her more

>>2558705
>"You're too chickenshit." (There's that accusation again. It really grates.)

You know this really reminds me of Back to the Future. Except with foul language.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tlhDW89Bid0

>[X] No - you don't get pick when it happens.

Closing, writing. (And you have excellent instincts for mindbreak. Sasuga, /FQ/.)

>>2558765
I swear to god if Rose doesn't rape us right now

>>2558765
>(And you have excellent instincts for mindbreak. Sasuga, /FQ/.)

I don't know if I should be flattered by this or not

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>[x] No - you don't get pick when it happens.

Rose looks like an animal caught in a trap when you step back, shrugging, and tell her no. Her expression is an admixture of confusion and rage.

"N-no?" She says. "What does that mean? No what?"

"No," you repeat. "I know what you're trying to do, and the answer is no. It's not going to happen on your schedule. I already told you that."

"Y-you... You limp-dicked, useless piece of--"

"Whatever," you say, stepping out of her room.

"I hate you!" Rose cries after you.

But of course, she's following you downstairs just a few seconds later.

>>2558767
Calm down, beast. Sate your lust.
https://exhentai.org/g/854418/02cb6d8142/

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>>2558779

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>>2558779
Keikaku doori.

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>>2558779
I shouldn't feel blueballed but I do

>>2558779
Those Mami pictures sneak into my heart and make me a soft man.

>>2558783
oh shit, thanks
reading through fq season 1 has had me yearning for a good mami tomoe bdsm doujin for weeks

>>2558798
Would you say that Mami is too moe?

>>2558809
Mami is the moest.

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That evening, you and Cerise get a quick primer on gun safety from Rose. You feel marginally safer sleeping with guns at your side - and at least one person who knows how to use them.

In the morning, after you push through the small (and smaller by the day) crowd of protesters with Rose, you're surprised to see Whitney sitting on the fountain in front of Darkbloom Analytics.

She's got on attire way more professional than you're used to seeing her wear - a button-down and pants, which weirdly enough, really suit her.

"What are you doing here?" You say.

Whitney's face brightens as soon as she sees you. She jumps up - just in time to avoid getting nailed in the ass by the same water spigots on the fountain's bottom tier that nailed you last week.

"Guess who's got two thumbs and a new job as a rent-a-cop!" She says. She points at herself with both thumbs. "This bitch!"

"You - got a job here?" You say.

"B'duhhh," Whitney says. "That's what I'm telling you. I interviewed yesterday and--"

She gets cut off by Rose, who strides forward with a wide-eyed expression and grabs Whitney by the ears. "You cannot work here," Rose says. Whitney tries to pull back, but Rose tightens her grip and stares deeply into Whitney's eyes, insistent. "Are you listening to me? You cannot work here. It isn't safe."

Whitney searches Rose's eyes for a moment, searching for some kind of meaning in this warning, and settles on this: "You think you can take Ally away from me if you get to work alone with him all summer? You're even dumber than I thought, Rose!"

Rose steps back, shakes her head. "I can't deal with this," she says. "Tell her, Alabaster. Don't let her work here." She stomps off, leaving you with Whitney.

"Dummy," Whitney sneers as she watches her depart.

[ ] Rose is right. You can't work here. Sub-choice: [explain] / [do not explain]
[ ] This place is dangerous. Stay out of trouble if you're going to work here.

>>2558783
slut

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>>2558816
[ ] she can't work here and explain why

>>2558816
>[ ] This place is dangerous. Stay out of trouble if you're going to work here.

>>2558816
>[ ] This place is dangerous. Stay out of trouble if you're going to work here.

>>2558816
[X] Can't work here and explain

>>2558816
[X] Rose is right. You can't work here.
[X] Explain

>>2558816
>[X] Rose is right. You can't work here. Sub-choice:
>[explain]
Must protec tomboy gf.

>>2558816
>[x] Rose is right. You can't work here. Sub-choice: [explain]

Because she's totally going to listen to the second choice. Then kiss her goodbye so Rose can see. Really see.

>>2558816
You should probably tell her Rose has a mind to shoot the place up

>>2558816
>[X] Rose is right. You can't work here.
>[X] Explain

Whitney is a good girl but honestly a bit of a liability for what's going on here.

>>2558816
>[x] Rose is right
>>>[x] explain

>>2558816
>[X] Rose is right. You can't work here.
>Sub-choice: [explain]
Can we do it so we try to get her back towards the women's soccer team?

>[x] Rose is right / explain

Closing, writing.

>>2558816
>[X] This place is dangerous. Stay out of trouble if you're going to work here.
Whitney is a strong girl.

>>2558816
>[X] This place is dangerous. Stay out of trouble if you're going to work here.
I don't think Whitney knows the meaning of the words "stay out of trouble" but I don't see much chance of Punished Asuka trying to attack our offices or anything. If she just wanted to blow the place up she would've done so already. And it's not like she doesn't already know about Whitney.

Also, if we tell her no she's just gonna do it anyway :V

>>2558843
If Rose caught us sneaking into the janitor's closet with Whitney, she really might shoot up the place.

>>2558816
>[ ] This place is dangerous. Stay out of trouble if you're going to work here.

>>2558852
I doubt she's going to listen.

>>2558816
[x] This place is dangerous. Stay out of trouble if you're going to work here.

>>2558816
>grabs Whitney by the ears.
It actually takes surprisingly little effort to rip off an ear.

Same for the lips.

Really it's more dangerous for the Darkbloom and/or Camelia factions, especially considering how much succubus energy she's been storing up.

>>2558895
Where did the succubus thing come from?

Wouldn't she have bigger tits?