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>>2831745
Your mind momentarily bluescreens. That's something you'd never contemplate.

"Hell," Liska tells her,and kisses her on the cheek, "you've got it bad. You're going to your own room - even I've got limits. Don't take that as a challenge, please," she finishes, getting up as well, and extending one hand down to help her daughter up.

"I can't believe I said that," Melon says, as she takes Liska's hand, panting, then looks at you, "dad, I..."

"You are in dead heat," Liska tells her, "for the first time, and that's probably not the craziest thing you're going to say."

"I didn't mean it, dad," Melon says, looking at you, and then Liska, "mom. Fuck, this is worse than when I hugged grandma."

"I know," Liska says, hugging her daughter, then puts her mouth to an ear, "it's awful the first time. Go to your room."

You resist the urge to hug your daughter after she disentangles herself from Liska.

That seems like it would be counterproductive.

She heads down the hallway.

"I still love you," you tell her, and she pauses and looks back at you, "you're always going to be my daughter, and I'm always looking out for you," you say.

"Five bucks she jumps you just for saying that," Liska whispers with a truly awful grin on her face.

Melon takes a DEEP breath, and lets it out very slowly.

"Thanks, dad," she says, before darting into her room. You hear a deadbolt slam.

And you turn back toward your wife.

>Liska, I think she's going to have to take a few sick days from school.
>Well, I'm glad you've at least got that limit.
>You think she can go back to school like that?
>Liska, should I just call Shelby over? I'm a little terrified.

>>2831798
>Liska, I think she's going to have to take a few sick days from school.

Investing in soundproofing the walls might be a good idea too.

>>2831798
>Liska, I think she's going to have to take a few sick days from school.
>A dumb question to bring up but, I don't suppose that we can get the others to help build a containment unit for times like this?

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>>2831798
As usual, there's always one more option: >WRITE IN

Twitter, for runtimes and stuff: https://twitter.com/HaikuDeluge
Archive, for anyone who wants to know how the fuck we got here: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Shotgun

>>2831813
...you know what, a literal sex dungeon/containment room wouldn't be a bad idea.

>>2831798
>five bucks please
>I think she's going to have to take a few days off school
>Liska, should I just call Shelby over? I'm a little terrified.

>>2831798
>Liska, I think she's going to have to take a few sick days from school.
>A dumb question to bring up but, I don't suppose that we can get the others to help build a containment unit for times like this?
Must protect her purity and maidenhood.
or make it cannon for melon to rape her dad at least for smutfags

>>2831798
>>Liska, I think she's going to have to take a few sick days from school.
>>Well, I'm glad you've at least got that limit.
>>2831813
Some sort of containment does seem prudent, as on top of any fox powers she's picked up, she still has her MG powerset. And it'd be a pain to have to fix the house again.

>>2831824
We didn't actually take her up on it, unfortunately.

>>2831843
we never said no to the bet.

>>2831843
She called it and we never got the chance to say yes or no, plus it's funny

>>2831798
>>Liska, I think she's going to have to take a few sick days from school.

>>2831843
>as on top of any fox powers she's picked up
Wasn't the only real offensive power she picked up was the fox fire?
And even then there's probably some kind of inlaid riturals and magics that can seal off that kind of power while within it's vicinity.
>she still has her MG powerset.
And it's why I brought up last thread about asking Freebles about temporarily turning off her powers for a short period of time.

>>2831798
>>I think she's going to have to take a few days off school
>>Liska, should I just call Shelby over? I'm a little terrified.

>>2831861
We could try to stamp those seals/wards that get used the shrines. Although i don't know if those are to immobilize a person or just to seal power.

>>2831798
>five bucks please
>I think she's going to have to take a few days off school
>A dumb question to bring up but, I don't suppose that we can get the others to help build a containment unit for times like this?

>>2831798
>Give me a second; my mind needs to reboot
>About how long is that going to last? I think Kelly and W are the most likely to have a place to keep her under lockdown, but that thing's going to need serious reinforcement.
>>2831861
Dogs cancel out kitsune magic
>>2831877
Make her look like Aizen during the last arc with a muzzle.

>>2831895
Random thought. Does Bernie have a spare vault that can contain her?

>>2831900
we can teleport her to the containment room in japan, though. Bringing bernie in is not needed.

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>>2831798
"I think you owe me five bucks," you tell her.

"You do the finances," Liska says, smiling, and then a more sober expression crosses her face, "divert it from my 'makeup budget'. She's got far more self control than I did the first time. I'm really impressed."

That's probably a story you don't want to hear.

"She is my daughter, too," you say with a grin, and Liska laughs, "but I think she's going to have to take a few days sick away from school."

"Does stupid willpower run in your family?" Liska asks, her tongue flicking over her lips.

"Good possibility," you tell her, "I've had two people tell be I might have divine descent today."

"Ooh," Liska says, grabbing your tie, and pulling you toward her, "which one?"

"Venus," you tell her, "or Aphrodite. But I'm told it's a percentages game, because Aeneas was her descendant and Rome fucked most of the world."

Liska laughs.

"That would make a terrifying amount of sense," she says, "but you," and she sniffs you, running her nose up your neck, finishing with her tongue on your remaining earlobe, "smell like a human."

"And I'm guessing I smell good?" you ask, and she growls, pressing you back onto the couch, "but we really have to talk about taking Melon out of school on sick leave until this blows over."

"Yeah," Liska breathes into your ear, "we should definitely do that. There's only one problem - Melon and I would be in the house together, and I've got limits, but..."

You're guessing most normal conversations about puberty don't go quite like this.

"Sometimes," Liska says, grinding down on you, "I'd go for women when I was in heat, because they can't get me pregnant, but it sort of helps. This is the worst I've had it in a long time, and Melon's having her first one - guessing that's because the rats suppressed her hanyou side with their magic. I want to say we've both got self control, I want to say it wouldn't happen, I want to say I have limits," she says, her voice rising with every phrase, and then she leans down to whisper in your ear, pressing you further into the couch, "but I don't want to lie."

>Humor and board games seem to distract you, and we've got the camper crew on-site. They can supply both
>Did you just tell me you might fuck our own daughter?
>I've got wizards. Lockdown for both of you sounds good. I think they can do it
>You think I can't fuck you hard enough for you to stay rational for a day? Every morning
>This seems like it could cause problems at the barbecue
>Jesus, just keep it in your pants! Make Melon keep in hers! It's just a week
>WRITE IN

>>2831960
>This seems like it could cause problems at the barbecue.
>Problematic is an understatement now that I think about it. You're in heat, my daughter's in heat. daily sex won't satisfy you or her for at least 6 hours. Ellie's coming to the barbeque to pick up tickets. Melon and Shelby are probably gonna have their first time in a heat-fueled romp. And there's a high chance that Ellie is going to be summoned to this plane riding Haru like a Minotaur covered in blood and suggestive fluids. Dionysus is probably gonna take the Barbeque up to 11.
>And we're gonna need at least 3 designated sober and not horny people to run screen interference when Fred inevitably comes up to have another chat.
>Well, you have me, she's got Shelby. We'll have to find some way to make it work out.
>We might also need to make a run to that pharmacy store and buy at least 50 packets of condoms and 5 boxes of plan B. 10 boxes if Karen brings Angus along to the BBQ.

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>>2831998
Voting period until I get four or five responses/votes, depending on spreads and ties between incompatible options, or until I get tired of waiting.

I'm hoping I didn't just torpedo this quest, because I kind of like it. This is unfortunately where we are for the moment, but Hell do I want to move on from it, although I can't see a good way to skip it, given the tension of the setup, and the people involved.We're doing magically-enhanced puberty shit with a terrible twist. That's sort of a dad thing, right?

I probably just killed this quest. I'm paying, with interest, for some earlier writing sins.

Jesus Christ, give me the votes so I can move the fuck on and get this over with.

>>2832074
it could be that people are sleeping.

>>2831916
Japan isnt an option atm because everyone is in heat and regime change stuff.
>>2831960
Things can only get worse at the barbecue. We need to find something to contain both of you before something happens. I'm calling for some help.
>At least you can write some smutty new books while in there?

>>2831960
>Did you just tell me you might fuck our own daughter?
>I've got wizards. Lockdown for both of you sounds good. I think they can do it
>This seems like it could cause problems at the barbecue

>>2832074
I think I'm gonna just sit this one out. I may chime in on occasion, but the current plot line is grating against my personal values enough that it's not really fun to play right now.
Heh, anon has strong-ish morals. That's a first.

>>2831960
Let's take a look at our options...
>Humor and board games seem to distract you, and we've got the camper crew on-site. They can supply both
Probably not gonna work. Also, requires people distracting her all day.
>Did you just tell me you might fuck our own daughter?
Yes.
>I've got wizards. Lockdown for both of you sounds good. I think they can do it
Might actually work. Magic chastity belts, anyone?
>You think I can't fuck you hard enough for you to stay rational for a day? Every morning
Pfft. Don't make me laugh. This isn't that kind of story, or this wouldn't be a problem.
>This seems like it could cause problems at the barbecue
...Yah think?
>Jesus, just keep it in your pants! Make Melon keep in hers! It's just a week
This is like humor and board games, but less effective and worse.

>>2831960
Hey QM, I've got a question.
How does heat work for magical creatures? Is it just neurotransmitters and hormones like anything else, or is there a magical component to it?
Either way, I'm sure one of the wizards could hack together a magical biochemistry nightmare to postpone or reduce the effects of heat.

>>2831960
>I've got wizards. Lockdown for both of you sounds good. I think they can do it
>You think I can't fuck you hard enough for you to stay rational for a day? Every morning
this is not safe.

>>2831960
>I've got wizards. Lockdown for both of you sounds good. I think they can do it
Black Snake Moan?
Black Snake Moan it is.

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>>2832083
I'm comparing the ~9 votes in half an hour for the OP vs. the 1 response in the same timeframe for this one. So unless everyone went to bed in the past hour...
>>2832109
>the current plot line is grating against my personal values enough that it's not really fun to play right now.
To be honest, that's a part of the reason (with the addition of some situational and personal factors) this quest has been dormant for several days. I really didn't feel like writing this. It's an unfortunately logical conclusion to a number of things I've done or said, and I'm paying for my writing sins with interest, because due to the lead-up tension and the characters involved, I don't think I can just skip out on dealing with it.Although I can argue that, like many things in this quest, it's a magically-exaggerated facet of raising a teenager.
Have I finally let you down, GirlTalkAnon? Also, I'm interested in what those previously mentioned 'personal values' are. I will note that everyone involved in the damn 'mating season' shit is doing their damndest to either resist, avoid, mitigate, or channel into something decent what's happening to them.
Are you actually just voting for all the options?
>Probably not gonna work. Also, requires people distracting her all day.
I will note that's what Liska was doing yesterday, and humor has very consistently distracted all the foxes from everything else.
>>2832116
>How does heat work for magical creatures?
I plead the King Crimson Defence, pic related.
>Is it just neurotransmitters and hormones like anything else, or is there a magical component to it?
I'm shrugging hard on that. I don't know myself. There's definitely some magic shit going on for the fox/human cycle overlap (because it couldn't work, otherwise).

>>2831960
>Did you just tell me you might fuck our own daughter?
It this point, it's clear she's not in her right mind. We might consider simply considering her insane for the duration of the heat, and act accordingly.
>>I've got wizards. Lockdown for both of you sounds good. I think they can do it

>>2831960
>I've got wizards. Lockdown for both of you sounds good. I think they can do it
>You think I can't fuck you hard enough for you to stay rational for a day? Every morning

>>2832201
So you're saying that locking them in a room with a TV or monitor playing nonstop david chapelle is the answer?

>>2832309
I can dig it.
But what's wrong with Robin Williams?

>>2832201
That reminds me, is Robin Williams alive in this setting?

>>2832309
Make them play WOW, or overwatch or farmville with unlimited credits. that always works.

>>2831960
>>You think I can't fuck you hard enough for you to stay rational for a day? Every morning
>I've got wizards. Lockdown for both of you sounds good. I think they can do it

>>2832201
>I really didn't feel like writing this.
Hell, I really don't feel like reading this, so take it as an indicator that something's wrong.
I think you're suffering from tone shift - we started out on a drastically different tone and theme than where we are now, and the whiplash is finally catching up.
It may also be that there's way too many characters with only bit parts that have ballooned far beyond where they should, and it's draining to wade through all of it.
>Have I finally let you down
Not especially. I'm still looking forward to getting back to the original tone of the quest; that was some good stuff, and what originally got me interested in the quest.
>GirlTalkAnon
Am I that transparent? I didn't even announce myself.
>personal values
I'm not gonna say much, in the interest of preserving my anonymity, but I have a really weird mix of strong religious convictions and a penchant for certain aspects of BDSM.
Essentially, I'm kinky as fuck, but also /fiercely/ monogamous.
It's why I didn't like the Ellie arc, and why I'm not particularly a fan of fucking other people with Liska. It also ties in with the whole MadAboutGirlTalk thing - most portrayals of the subject (in my regular reading, at least) usually mix in a /stunning/ amount of casual disrespect for one's partner, which ticks off both sides of my values something fierce.
> I will note that everyone involved [...] is doing their damndest
Yeah, you've been fairly good about playing this somewhat upbeat, or at least not going full >NTR Quest about it.

>Are you actually just voting for all the options?
Just commenting, to hopefully spark discussion. If you want a vote out of that mess, I'd have to go with
>I've got wizards

>has very consistently distracted all the foxes from everything else
Okay, so magical foxes are weak to Humor types, got it.

>I'm shrugging hard on that.
I asked because it makes the difference between just doping her up on hormone suppressants and needing an actual wizard involved.

>>2832322
That gives her ways to be lewd stream across the internet.

>>2832362
Note to self - condense your linebreaks.

>>2832363
Maybe for liska, but it seems that Melon hasw a better self control.

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>>2831960
"Then don't," you say, staring up into her eyes.

"I'm giving you the worst case," Liska says, "hopefully it would never come down to that. Or do you think you can't satisfy me?"

"I think I'd rather be safe than sorry," you tell her, as she presses you down onto the couch, "you said something about isolation and containment for the first time? I've got wizards. And magical lockdown for both of you sounds pretty good right now."

"So we are trying bondage again," Liska growls, smiling down at you.

"If that's the term you want to use," you say, "hell, we're having a barbecue tomorrow, with probably everyone, and Ellie, and maybe a Greek god of death, madness, and drunkenness, and you just implied you might jump Melon! Look, I think it's probably for the best."

"You got me going this morning," Liska whispers, dangerously, "and I spent the day discussing literature, playing games, having a few laughs, and only bailed when you got here. Frustrating, but fine. Having both Melon and I going - that's the real problem here. You can satisfy me, but there's no way in hell I'd let you satisfy her. Or that you'd let yourself do it. I want to say I wouldn't either, but I might - if she comes on first, and I'm in a bad place at the moment. You may be right about the lockdown. But, can you trust me, can you trust us, for a day? See how it works out?"

"I might be able to help you out with it," you say, pushing Liska aside and sitting beside her on the couch, an arm around her shoulders, pulling her in close, "but given what we saw from Melon ten minutes ago - and I can't help with that."

"You really are looking out for her," Liska says, with a gentle smile.

"Don't sound surprised," you tell her, and she laughs.

"I heard how Sachio's tearing himself up about things," she says, putting her arm around you, "and I don't want Melon's first to be in heat. Or for it to be with me, Jesus! I can probably hold her off and hold her down if she tries anything, but there is a really a thin line between violence and sex."

"I'm guessing that's what all your novels are based on?" you ask, "lockdown would give you time, and an attitude to pump out another couple one of them."

"Fuck," Liska says, "you're right. I probably should be writing like this, or at least putting down concepts. It's what my readers want, anyway. But," she continues, looking into your eyes, "I want you to trust me. I want you to trust both of us. For a day. Before you get a wizard to shackle us. I can teach Melon what I know about fighting it, about dealing with it. About distracting myself from it. Please, trust me."

>I'm calling a wizard
>I... trust you. But if things get fucky tomorrow, call me
>I trust you
>WRITE IN

>>2832372
>>I trust you. But if things get fucky tomorrow, call me

>>2832372
>>I trust you
Then kiss her deeply and lovingly.

>>2832372
>I trust you. But if things get fucky tomorrow, call me
>Freebles, is it possible to temporarily turn of Marion's MG aspect for a period of time?

If the Rats can cut the contracts then it would give the possibility of minor control concerning them. Much like being maintenance at a power plant and such.

>>2832372
>I trust you. But if things get fucky tomorrow, call me
>Freebles, is it possible to temporarily turn of Marion's MG aspect for a period of time?

Seconding

>>2832377
Supportan

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>>2832389
*off
FUCKING DAMN IT!
I must lrn2write better.

>>2832372
>>2832389
I'll back this as well.

>>2832369
That lasts until a guy says show me your tits.
>>2832372
I'm trusting you, but i'm trusting you with everything you said. We're setting up a backup plan. and either of you need to use it when you feel like you're going to lose control.

>>2832372
>I trust you. But if things get fucky tomorrow, call me
>Freebles, is it possible to temporarily turn of Marion's MG aspect for a period of time?

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>>2832362
>I think you're suffering from tone shift
This quest has a terminal case of tone shift. Unfortunately, sometimes the tone gets locked due to what's going on.
>I'm still looking forward to getting back to the original tone of the quest
What tone would you say that was, or what parts of this quest exemplify it?It would be nice to have a sort of baseline to try and go back to, after this blows over a bit.
>Am I that transparent? I didn't even announce myself.
You have a recognizable way of phrasing things in writing, and a recognizable set of opinions. Your posts are not hard to pick out at this point, particularly because you bother to engage me in discussion, so I've gotten a good feel for it.
>really weird mix of strong religious convictions and a penchant for certain aspects of BDSM
I respect preserving your anonymity, but as someone who sailed out of a very conservative protestant christian island (against which I bear no ill will and a lot of gratefulness - it's why I know as much as I do about multiple mythologies and read half the stuff I know about - I was very deliberately educated), and whose father was a pastor, I am interested in hearing about it. I'm also interested in what facets of BDSM you're into, so I can cater harder. There's some really interesting crossover between those two things, too.
>ticks off both sides of my values something fierce
I think my former religious background has heavily influenced the 'saying you are tempted to/interested in doing the thing is NOT the same as really going for it' which underlies a lot of Liska's statements. I'm really not a fan of Matthew 5:28, because I think that attitude leads to people hiding things from each other, instead of saying "I'd fuck her/him, but I like being with you, so let's just talk about doing that".
>playing this somewhat upbeat
As some anon noted in the last thread, dealing with the interpersonal relationships is a lot harder than fighting demons. I don't think Liska's saying "leave for work, and I'll fuck our daughter", I think she's being honest enough with herself and the MC to say that's a possibility in this case, not necessarily a probability.It was a VERY vulnerable moment for her to reveal that, which is why I played 'lockdown' as a much milder option than was stated.

>>2832428
implying you'd let her with a microphone, or a camera or her cellphone. The worst she could do would be dirty talk in chaturbate, watch porn, or ( . ) ( . )

>>2832462
You're a silver daddy. You don't understand modern technology and you certainly aren't going to check her butt for microphones.

>>2832467
apparently we have played (and like) doom and have a smartphone. We might be old, but we surely know enough about modern technology to understand how it works...more or less.

>>2832484
The phone is already inside and awaiting incoming calls and texts.

>>2832467
The QMC is a solid GenXer. He was a marine during the Gulf War in '90-'91. Was a college student during the mid-90s where he got a Bachelors (if not Masters considering Melon's age) in Business. He is no CompSci major but he is tech literate.

>>2832494
Unless its inside melon's vagina, we can find it.

>>2832372
>>I'm calling a wizard
After the lack of self control she's shown so far, I can't trust her with this.

>>2832450
>as someone who sailed out of a very conservative protestant christian island
You've mentioned something like that before, it's why I haven't pushed to hard on "there's a Hell, where's Heaven?" thing, and avoided bringing morality into things as much as possible, though I am still interested.

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>>2832372
You can see in her eyes that she's just bared more before you just now than she ever did naked in your bed.

And her dress is only a bit ripped.

"I do," you say, as you did when giving your wedding vows, "I trust you," then you lean over and kiss her.

Eventually you somehow manage to pull back.

Liska nestles her head on your shoulder, "let me tell you a secret," she says, almost panting, "telling a woman you trust her, that you understand, even just that you care, and listening to her - that's hotter than almost anything else you could do."

"Why did you bother saying 'a woman'?" you ask with a wink, "when we both know it's just you," and she giggles, "but, well, there are a lot of things you've said I could be trusting you about."

"Saying I would or might do something doesn't mean I will," she whispers, throwing a leg over you, and you feel her weight bear down on your hips as her tails wave behind her, "I'm just being honest. Although some of those things might seem like a much better idea right now, I'm still in control."

"Are you going to be all of tomorrow?" you ask, managing to plant a foot and bear her down onto the couch under you, "if things get fucky," you say, looking down into her eyes, "call me. Please."

"That's a good backup plan," she says, "W could teleport here. Although I think Madison would try to turn me into a cinder before that's necessary."

"Could she?" you ask.

"No," Liska says, "but it would make me think twice. Twice is the most I'd need. Although I might try taking her in a fight before I thought the second time."

"I'd prefer to not do another round of remodeling," you say, and Liska laughs.

"I don't want to either," she says, grinning, "although that was fun. But I know what I do want."

"And what's that?" you ask.

"A World Fantasy Award would be nice," she says, a smile on her face, "a Hugo would be awesome, but I'd have to switch genres. You know what I want, you rogue!" she tells you, pulling you down on top of her.

Well, she's a lot more decisive than when picking a restaurant. And the 'food' is really good at this one.

"I'm more concerned about Melon," Liska finally says, lying atop you on the couch about an hour later, after a rather hard mutual workout, "I'll try talking to her about it tomorrow. About holding it in. And I'll definitely call you if things go the wrong direction."

"Please call me before they go the wrong direction," you tell her, "and I'm concerned about her, too. This seems more like scaled-up teenage boy puberty than anything those parenting books said about girls."

A muffled yelp echoes down the hallway from Melon's room.

"I rest my case, your honor," you tell Liska, and she barks a laugh.

"We should probably burn those," she tells you, "they really aren't going to help us here."

>Are you really sure you can hold it back? And get Melon to hold it?
>Should I just call Shelby and tell him to bring a fifty-pack of condoms?
>I'm still glad I married you
>WRITE IN

I hate to sound rude, but please tell me that once this arc is done, we can get back to working out the contracts and fighting demons? This is starting to get uncomfortable in my opinion.

I mean, we've now got Dionysis in town, despite what he may be a god of, maybe it wouldn't hurt to hear his thoughts on the girls, their abilities, contracts, and what we can do to help them? I mean, he's a literal god, and probably the most powerful entity currently on the board.

Right now, I feel like he's really the only link we've got that could get us back on track to the main plot of finding and stopping the apocalypse, and killing Rat God

>>2832558
>>I'm still glad I married you

>>2832558
>>I'm still glad I married you

>>2832558
>Should I just call Shelby and tell him to bring a fifty-pack of condoms?
This is probably the safer option.

>>2832590
Nah. Shelby wont be there for her all the time, and liska said that it was a bad idea that her firat time should be while she is on heat

>>2832555
I admit, that's part of the reason I've avoided approaching that side of things, even though I've walked away. Although Yahweh does REALLY like working through rather normal humans. Or all of us, if you go full-on Calvinist. I think the quote from my father was "if you try to fit divine sovereignty and human responsibility together, your mind is going to look like one of those battered train cars they put coal into".
Hell, if you want to see me struggle to square my faith with the world, and with my love of classic rock, and with questing, while I would still have called myself a Christian, go read Rock Quest: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Rock%20Quest
>>2832566
>despite what he may be a god of, maybe it wouldn't hurt to hear his thoughts on the girls
Did the MC actually invite him to the barbeque? I don't think so, but my memory is sometimes addled these days.

>>2832558
>>I'm still glad I married you

>>2832599
please put down the bottle.

>>2832558
I'm still glad I married you
Mybe our girl can start making fanfics on the Internet and pour out her fuck me silly mood right now?

>>2832450
>What tone would you say that was, or what parts of this quest exemplify it?
The early points of the quest were pretty fast-paced, almost meme-level dad-ly action. Obviously, you've got the whole 'out of our depth' thing going on here, so that's difficult to return to, but I think it really set the tone for the whole quest.
At this point, I think the whole 'out of our depth' thing is what's killing the quest - there's a lot of undertones of crushing despair and defeat, and the original feel of player agency is pretty much lost. The fight against Demon McMary'sLunch really exemplified that - it was anticlimactic as fuck, and it really damaged the tone of the quest.
Obviously, take this all with a grain of salt.

>You have a recognizable way of phrasing things in writing
I suppose I do, at that. Neat.
>sailed out of a very conservative protestant christian island
I honestly can't tell if this is supposed to be literally sailing away from a physical island, or a metaphor. Either way, I'm sorry to hear you fell away from the faith and I'll leave it at that.
>interested
I'm don't really want to get into it here, but I am of a quite similar theological bent as you were, just without the whole 'sailing away' thing.
>facets of BDSM you're into
Honestly, it's mostly about the power dynamic; femdom is anathema to me, and I happen to quite like maledom. I'm a pretty vanilla sort of person aside from the pervasive undercurrent of D/s; the rest of the acronym just sorta comes along by association.
>cater harder
Well, this is new. I can honestly say you're the first (and probably only) person I know of to hear 'religion and BDSM' and not immediately start screeching about the fundies and abuse and the patRIEEEarchy.
>really interesting crossover between those two things, too.
Yeah, I redacted that out of my previous reply, but I find there's quite the compatibility between my religious convictions and my fetishes. There's a lot of poly and homosexual elements in BDSM /culture/ I'm sure you have the background to understand why that doesn't fly with me, but the core is pretty compatible.

I'm gonna have to call this part 1/2, as I'm running towards the character limit. Part 2/2 will be forthcoming when I finish catching up on the thread.

>>2832599
...i think we did...maybe.

>>2832599
Does he really care if he was invited?

>>2832599
>Did the MC actually invite him to the barbeque?
he's the greek god of partiying, he's invited to every party ever by default

>>2832599
>>2832617
I believe that so far we invited W, and said we would invite Kelly, or at least considered it.

>>2832631
We told W and kelly. Not sure if we told Madison yet.

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>>2832558
"They don't really have great advice for this, do they?" you ask, "but I'm still glad I married you."

"So am I," Liska says, her tails waving above the two of you, and goes silent, resting on top of you, her weight making it more difficult to lift your chest and breathe.

You lie there like that on the couch for a while. No TV. No conversation. Just listening to each other breathe, and the occasional yelp from down the hall that you try to not hear.

Well, at least your daughter's dealing with things herself. You've got to wonder how many times your parents knew you were taking far too long in the bathroom back in the day.

"They say girls go for guys like their fathers," Liska finally says, sliding down between you and the back of the couch, lying beside you, "but there's only one real point of resemblance I see here."

"What?" you ask, shifting slightly, and turning toward her.

"You'd probably burn as much of a country for Melon as dad did for Haru," she whispers in your ear, and before you can respond, she continues, "but I don't think you'd do it in the same way."

"I would hope not," you tell her, "you've seen what I do, even after getting into this ridiculous business. I'm not trying to kill people, do any of the stuff he did, or tear them apart."

"No," Liska says, shifting, and wrapping her arms around you on the couch, "you're trying to bring them together," she mumbles, nuzzling into your damaged ear, "I like that."

And you get your arm under her head, somehow.

"But I am planning to invade a country for her," you say, as she snuggles into you, "if the rats' pocket dimension counts as one. I don't know if it's going to be a conquest, a genocide, or just a leadership replacement."

"I," Liska says, sounding a bit more awake, "I vote for genocide. Although Freebles is pretty ok, even if he's got those delusions of being a yakuza. And hell, that's exactly what my father would have said, isn't it?"

"I'm getting out of here," Freebles says, worming his way out of your jacket pocket, and jumping off the couch, "before you two start the genocide by accidentally crushing me"

"Bro," you ask the ferret, "how much of our pillow talk have you heard?"

"Way too much," Freebles says, "Liska, I don't think you're serious about the genocide thing. But if you are, I'll back you."

"There's only one guy that gets to back me," she mutters at him.

"If anyone but my bro tried it," Freebles says, "I'd eat their kidneys. Probably their liver. Definitely the heart, too - those are very tasty. I'm taking the armchair."

>WRITE IN a question/conversational topic for Liska
>Fall asleep with her on the couch
>Freebles, you sound a little bloodthirsty lately
>Let's go to bed
>WRITE IN

>>2832688
>Freebles, is it possible to temporarily turn off Marion's MG aspect for a period of time?
HAH HAH! WON'T CATCH ME THIS TIME MISTYPE!

>>2832688
>>Let's go to bed

>>2832688
>Freebles, you sound a little bloodthirsty lately

>>2832688
> I think your guy's crazy is starting to get to me now. What do you think about inviting over Dionysus over to the BBQ tomorrow to get his two cents on the girls?
>Let's go to bed

>>2832555
>there's a Hell, where's Heaven?
You raise an interesting point here; it's pretty rare to have a played-straight Heaven alongside Hell; you either run into pseudo-Catholic anime-style cosmology, or a "it's hell, but not really" ala nu-Doom.

>>2832599
>your mind is going to look like one of those battered train cars they put coal into
I dinna mean to start a theological fight here, but there's a certain level of hubris involved in the whole "we must understand everything" approach to religion that is common today. If you're going full-on Calvinist, trying to square things like predestination and omnipotence and free will is like trying to ask 'why is 465nm light /blue/?' There's a very significant, very explicit level of "you don't have the whole picture", what with the whole 'eternal God' and 'humans having an expiration date' thing.
Not trying to bash on your father here; I think he's quite correct, but is coming at it from the wrong angle. In my opinion, of course.

>>2832450
>I'm really not a fan of Matthew 5:28
Continuing under the previous 'not trying to start a kerfluffle', I'd have to disagree somewhat with you on this one. The bible is very consistent with the whole 'adultery is wrong, mmkay' and 'be content in your spouse' thing, and I'm sure you've seen enough slapstick comedy to get that fantasizing about cheating on one's spouse tends to be detrimental to the emotional health of the relationship.
>hiding things from each other, instead of saying "I'd fuck her/him, but I like being with you, so let's just talk about doing that".
And I think that's where you and I differ - obviously, bottling something up is not good for the health of the relationship, but I'd just leave it at "I'd fuck her/him, but I'm with you, so I'd rather fuck you."

>It was a VERY vulnerable moment for her to reveal that
I'm coming back to this old saw again, but here's yet another reason I keep reading - especially in the modern socio-political clime, this sort of vulnerability and openness between husband and wife is pretty rare. When it's not being used to play the man as an abuser of some sort, that is.

>>2832688
>Freebles, you sound a little bloodthirsty lately
>Let's go to bed

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>>2832614
>a lot of undertones of crushing despair and defeat
How the hell did those sneak in?
>the original feel of player agency is pretty much lost
Huh. I remember folks calling me out for having too much player agency in early threads. Part of the problem with questing is that you never know how much agency you have. I'll rewrite entire posts to include a write in, if it seems good, but that's transparent to players (hopefully). Agency does decrease over time, since early threads defined characters, and now those characters are doing their own things, like Sue using the sword to share memories with her mother, for instance.
>The fight against Demon McMary'sLunch really exemplified that - it was anticlimactic as fuck, and it really damaged the tone of the quest.
I could have handled that better. I didn't.
>I'm sorry to hear you fell away from the faith
So am I, but I felt I had to. 'Island' was a metaphor. My family's sorry as well (they're still in, and I'm glad it sustains them). If you like my writing, I really do suggest you try Rock Quest, since I wrote it before I left the faith.
>>2832713
>"you don't have the whole picture"
I expressed it badly - that was EXACTLY the point he was making with that illustration: It's something incomprehensible, and even trying to fit it in your head (you won't succeed) doesn't work.
>I'd just leave it at "I'd fuck her/him, but I'm with you, so I'd rather fuck you."
That's where I am, but Liska's coming from a somewhat different perspective than I am. Part of it's conservation of detail as well.
My issue with Matthew 5:28 is with the generalized "even thinking/contemplating a sin is a sin", which is a usual interpretation of the passage (and consistent with Coveting being outlawed in the Ten Commandments). Frankly, that idea is part of the reason I bailed.
>modern socio-political clime
I write what I think makes some sort of sense, trying to be near life. Hell, Liska called out the 'three faces of Eve' as masks last thread. (And nobody called me out as being a feminist.)

Hell, you sound like fun to talk to. Message me your contact info on twitter or something - I usually use discord.

>>2832555
Well if Dante's inferno is canon and actually considered accurate in this setting then heaven is literally in the heavens aka space. Limbo is a random island in the Pacific. (or Hawaii?)

>>2832688
>Let's go to bed
I'd suggest doing something to Liska to maybe help her keep cool tomorrow but if Melon were to hear it i reck8n shit would go south real fast.

On the topic of tone shift.

Early threads were funny, fast paced and full of action. The enjoyment came from being a character who, being a capable adult, saw how fucked up the MG premise was and fucked up the tropes by taking swift decisive action.

You then segued into political conflict with mages and bloated the cast, while adding so much detail to the setting that our MC had to stop and ask for advice at every turn. We've lost our focus, much like anyone who finds themselves unable to take action, and flee to our safe space, the grill. The plot is just moving sideways and most attempts at moving forward are met with the cast saying "no", "but" or interrupt us out of nowhere.

Also this nonstop shit about sex is getting old. You've gone far past the point you were trying to make. Yes, we're a married adult man, yes we fuck our wife. You went from a good household and healthy married relationship to something utterly dysfunctional that overstayed its welcome ages ago.

That guy isn't the only one with issues with how you try to fight your way out of the corner you wrote yourself into. You should have dropped all this talk about fucking the teenagers when the majority voted and argued against it. Not turn the wife into a hedonist who'd bring it up every thread to stir shit among the playerbase.

Also I can't be the only kissless, girlfriend-free virgin who has no clue what's going on or how to deal with it. You forget that your audience watches anime

>>2832688
Fall asleep with her on the couch

>>2832688
>Freebles, you sound a little bloodthirsty lately

>>2832759
I love this quest.

>>2832824
Your overanalyzing this. You just know that Haiku is just waiting for anon to write smut for him to stop since he is also in heat. Hell Haiku segue into action immediately after presenting him 5 lewdbins from thread 7. Or was it 8?

>>2832824
>Also this nonstop shit about sex is getting old.
>kissless, girlfriend-free virgin
that explains it
i'll admit, the >tfw no kitsune gf is real, but it's really not that bad

>>2832759
>How the hell did those sneak in?
Beats me. I may be confusing anon chatter with the story, but there definitely was an undertone of everything being bigger than us, there's no way to make headway, etc...
>too much player agency in early threads
IIRC, that was when you were playing with letting anon control other members of the cast, which kinda runs against the premise of a quest.
>that's transparent to players (hopefully).
It's pretty transparent, and it's a really nice feature of the quest, especially for a narrative-heavy quest like this one.
>that was EXACTLY the point he was making with that illustration
Ahh, so he's one of /them/ too, is he? I jest, I jest.
>even thinking/contemplating a sin is a sin
...You're not one of those Wesleyan 'sinless perfection' types are you?
>Frankly, that idea is part of the reason I bailed.
Original sin is a hard pill to swallow, I'll give you that. I could probably sit and debate this with you for a while, but the character limit looms, and I said I'd drop it.
>three faces of Eve
So that's what that was about. I had dimly associated it with the Madonna/whore thing that keeps getting bandied about as an insult, but I figured it was some sort of religious reference I wasn't getting. 'Course, I've never actually looked into the Madonna/whore thing either, so I'm pretty consistently clueless.

>Message me your contact info on twitter or something - I usually use discord
Dinna have a twitter, but I do have a discord account I keep around for /qst/. Kick me an invite or something.

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>>2832688
"Freebles," you say, looking up at the ceiling, "you sound a bit bloodthirsty lately. You threatened to eat my assistant's kidneys, too."

"You've seen me eat two of my own kind, bro," he tells you, probably from the armchair, "and I told you I was a salaryman - cannibalism comes naturally to me. When did you think I wasn't bloodthirsty?"

"I thought you looked kinda cute," Liska says from beside you, "he probably did too."

"Ok," Freebles says, "I look like a fuzzy, furry ferret. I look cute. I'm not. I was a fat guy in a tie in my last life. The rodent behavior factor (and the SHARP teeth) stacked on top of it just makes things worse. Did I mention I just advocated genocide for everyone like me, including myself?"

"That's pretty hardcore," Liska says.

"I believe you did," you say, "why?"

"I am a bastard," he tells you, and you tilt your head enough to see him standing on his hind paws on you armchair, "metaphorically - but I'm your bastard," he says, turning and flexing so you can see the tattoos, "and the rats I've cannibalized were worse than me. No worse than what Harriet's said I did in other timelines, no worse than what I'm capable of. We're all parasites. Maybe symbiotes at best, although the contracts make most of that a moot point."

Well, this is getting heavier than you'd anticipated.

"You haven't done it in this timeline," you say, "I think we've established you will die if you betray me. And I'd count you cutting any of the girls as utter betrayal."

"So would I," Freebles says, "and I think this magic," he says, rubbing the fighting dragons on his back fur, "would too. I'm not in this because of that, though," he tells you, turning to face you, "I'm loyal."

"You could cut all of them loose before it forced you to commit seppuku," Liska growls, half climbing over you to face Freebles.

"I said I wasn't in this because of the magic," Freebles says, staring her down, "please don't go after me like a fox after a rat. I'm not even in this to become the Rat God. There are far better candidates, like your husband."

"Why would I want to be the rat god?" you ask.

"You're a dad," Freebles says, "who better to give power to magical girls? But I'm not in this to make you the rat god, either, though you'd be a better one than me," he tells both of you, "I was in this because I was afraid. I was in this because I swore loyalty. I'm now in this because I love you both, because I love the girls, and because I love their families and don't want to see their daughters die or fall!"

You could swear you see a tear trickle from one of Freebles' eyes.

Liska springs at him, grabbing Freebles in her claws and taking a deep sniff.

[1/2]

>>2832918
...Alright, this has been bugging me.
Who the hell looks at >pic related and thinks 'ferret'?

>>2832918
Damn. Freebles must've seen some shit during the one month QMC was out in a coma.

>>2832923
Me.

Eh. the heat thing has simply overstayed it's welcome since it sets off everyone's uncomfortable magical realm furries alarm and keeps snowballing into a bigger problem as time goes along..
I say we come up with the excuse that they caught the Japanese Ebola virus and need to be quarantined while we had an innate immunity from a previous exposure. Other lesser characters get a little more screentime for a few sessions and then we don't have to deal with heat related illnesses for the rest of the quest.
Or we accidentally discover some magical veterinarian under the thumb of the rats who does a standard injection to end the heat which makes Liska wonder where the hell those things have been all of her life.

>>2832923
It kinda looks more like a mutant cat than a ferret.

>>2832948
>magical veterinarian
That's called 'wizards', thank you very much.
But really, it's a pretty good option. Magic is handwavium, after all, so we don't need to worry about precursor chemicals or any other drug-related paraphernalia, and the magical component of heat is accounted for as well.

>>2832923
Did you expect Americans to be able to properly identify woodland (or otherwise) creatures?

>>2832973
I expect them to identify them a hell of a lot better than the Japanese, what with the whole 'indigenous species' thing. Also, yes.

>>2832973
>Did you expect City Slickers to be able to properly identify woodland (or otherwise) creatures?
ftfy

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[2/2]

"You smell scared," she finally says, after holding for a bit, "but you don't smell like a liar."

"Thanks?" Freebles tells her.

"Can you really smell that?" you ask Liska, as you sit up on the couch.

"Why do you think John's so good at poker?" she says, looking at you, "within a margin of error, yes. I can."

"I thought he cheated," you tell her.

"Oh, I'm sure he does that, too," she says, looking down at you, still holding Freebles, "but smelling bluffs is part of his edge. So, Freebles," she asks the ferret, holding him up to her nose, "are you REALLY throwing in with us? Are you really just doing this because you care? Are you going to make sure MY DAUGHTER DOESN'T DIE OR BECOME A DEMON?"

"YES," he says, "yes, and - I'll do my best. She can cut contract on her own, you know."

Liska holds him for a bit, takes another sniff, and sets him back on the armchair.

"I'm glad you saved this until bro got back on his feet," Freebles says.

"I wanted a third party," Liska says, "and I wanted him to see it. And I'm a bit..." she trails off, but you're wondering if that's just an excuse.

"I've seen it," you say, standing up and taking Liska's arm, "and let's get to bed. Thanks for defending my IV, bro," you tell the ferret.

"Sure thing, boss!" he says, curling up in the armchair.

"And I heard you were on that shift too," you say to Liska, "so, thanks. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Sometimes," she says, as the two of you walk to your bedroom, "I think you're wondering what you should do with me."

"Well," you tell her, "I think I've got a good idea this time, but usually it's more about what should I say to you."

"Your tongue," Liska says, "is most eloquent when it's not forming words."

"Then let's go to bed," you tell her.

>Liska wakes you up
>You wake up and find Madison in the common areas
>You wake up and find Melon in the common areas
>You wake up and find James in the common areas
>You wake up and have a peaceful, breakfast-making morning alone

>>2833025
>You wake up and have a peaceful, breakfast-making morning alone
Gotta take those peaceful moments while we can.

>>2833025
>You wake up and have a peaceful, breakfast-making morning alone

>>2833025
>You wake up and have a peaceful, breakfast-making morning alone

>>2833025
>You wake up and see ellie making breakfast.
because why not? Lets throw a spanner in the works

>>2833040
PURGE IT WITH FIRE!

>>2833025
>You wake up and have a peaceful, breakfast-making morning alone

>>2833025
>You wake up and Kelly already kicked the door open
I DON'T KNOW WHAT BUT SOMETHING IS HAPPENING

>>2833025
>>2833040
>>2833043

>Take all the silly/joke suggestions, and make them dreams that the QMC keeps waking up form, one after another, after another, after another until
>You wake up and have a peaceful, breakfast-making morning alone

>>2833070
I can live with this choice.

>>2833025
>You wake up and see ellie making breakfast.

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>>2832824
>saw how fucked up the MG premise was and fucked up the tropes by taking swift decisive action.
Yeah, that was the original premise. It has bogged down quite a bit but I've attempted to keep those bogs solidly in the domain of fatherhood/parenting/adulting/family stuff with a magical twist. And most stories bog down after a while, just due to the weight of the cast.
>the point you were trying to make
>You went from a good household and healthy married relationship to something utterly dysfunctional that overstayed its welcome ages ago
>turn the wife into a hedonist
Ah, well, that's unfortunate. Part of the point has been that she was always like that, but has only been gradually opening up to the MC about it, after he figured out she was a fox. I guess I fucked that up.
I wouldn't say it's utterly dysfunctional (it's rather functional, if distorted a bit by magic and bullshit), although I am really ready for this 'heat' stuff to be over already, myself.
>the corner you wrote yourself into
I wrote myself into a very different corner.
>You should have dropped all this talk about fucking the teenagers when the majority voted and argued against it
Quash the minority out of hand? You want a Doylist spoiler on that topic: I have been slowly quashing it Watsonian style. If you'll notice, virtually every possible 'harem member' has been swept off the table by this point, due to the potential damage any of those unions would do to the team.
>kissless, girlfriend-free virgin who has no clue what's going on
Much of the interaction with Liska, as far as 'pillow-talk' etc. has been drawn from experience. Talking about who else you know that you might fuck is kinda normie. Whispering about it in plain view is not.
>You forget that your audience watches anime
I count on it. I'm using anime stuff rather heavily.
>>2832839
>he is also in heat
Not really. I wrote a couple of those lewdbins myself, but only when I felt there was some emotional/dramatic catharsis to get out of the scenario. That's part of the reason I've been fade-to-blacking the MC's scenes with Liska recently, much like the fight with Gusion - there didn't seem to be much of a point to it.
>>2832908
>Wesleyan
No, a distinctly anti-Arminian background.
>religious reference
Nah, the 'Three Faces of Eve' thing is more cultural than religious. Closely related to Madonna/Whore Complex, but has a middle ground for the 'Eve' (the wife/mother). Of course I put my own fourth mask in there, for kicks.
>Kick me an invite or something.
I would need to know your username for that, and I doubt either of us want to give our out on 4chan. That's why I suggested twitter, since mine's already public.

>>2833070
Supporting>>2833154
Can you link your lewdbins? I wanna see.
A-and this for research purposes.

>>2833025
>You wake up and have a peaceful, breakfast-making morning alone

>>2833025
You are woken up in the middle of the night by the spirit(or god) of fathers past.

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>>2833025
You wake up and hear the sounds of breakfast being made.

Still groggy, you stagger out into the kitchen, leaving your bed empty.

Unfortunately, Ellie's making breakfast. She's not a good cook, but she won't burn the eggs. You wish you'd beat her to the frying pan.

"Rare to see you up this early," you tell her.

She turns and smiles at you, about to say something, when Kelly kicks in the door.

"FBI!" Reynold yells from behind him, holding up a shiny badge, "we've got a warrant - get your hands up!"

"They've got a rat," his girlfriend (Rosemary, was it?) says, pushing past Kelly through the door, "I can smell it."

"Then we're taking it out," Kelly says, looking down the barrel of his gun at you, "even if it cuts their contracts."

Ellie goes frilly, and they start shooting. Everything goes red.

Liska spears her claws through your hand, before you tumble into an abyss, "HE'S MINE!" she yells, pulling you back into what looks like an old-fashioned parlor.

"You should have gotten wasted," Dionysus tells you, as you fall into a leather chair, "would have been amazing."

"Dad, I..." Melon says, kneeling in front of you, and then her teeth are undoing your zipper as the god smiles over his wineglass and you're falling again, all of them gone, and you see the hateful red sun of Hell, and it's really just W's flame magic, and you hit the ground.

Except it's not the ground - Ellie caught you.

"You know we're both dead, right?" she asks, "child of Venus - thirteen thousand souls, who wants to bid?"

"Fourteen thousand," Bernie says, as Heinrich tells him it's a terrible idea.

You wake up in a cold sweat, sitting bolt upright in bed. Liska's still half curled around you, and murmurs a little. Seems like she had her head resting on your arm.

Ok, that was just a dream. Good.

You take several deep breaths.

That was, well, not the usual nightmare. You look over at the alarm clock, and it begins to ring.

Then you realize there's another person in the bed.

"I SAID I'D BURN YOUR EARS OFF!" Madison yells, getting up from on top of you, as the alarm keeps ringing.

Then Kelly kicks down the door, and you smell breakfast.

"CIA!" Angus bellows, flashing a badge, "we don't need a warrant!"

"Then get I don't need one for this!" Madison yells, exploding in a wreath of fire, and you feel your skin sizzle and your fat burn.

Then suddenly Kelly's blown her brains out.

Then you wake up in a cold sweat, Liska mostly all over you, your alarm clock ringing.

You wait for the other shoe to drop.

And it doesn't. You're in the real world this time.

"Mmmmhm," Liska groans, as you manage to climb out of bed and shut off the alarm.

You lean over and kiss her on the forehead.

Shave. Shower. Get a suit on. Hit the kitchen.

Seems like nobody else is up yet.

You make an egg, trying to forget whatever the hell that nightmare was.

[1/2]

>>2833268
>Unbeknownst to us, we actually did two time loops without us realizing it.

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>>2833268
It feels a bit odd to not have someone with you in the kitchen. You got rather used to having someone to help you make and eat breakfast.

Well, it's nice to have peace and quiet, and an egg sizzling in the pan, sometimes.

Hopefully things will be alright here for the day. If things do his the worst-case scenario, Liska will call, right?

So you scarf down the egg and drive to work.

Sometimes, it's great to have no delays and get into town before rush hour.

You pull into the parking garage.

The elevator's just you. You and your thoughts. Anxiety about whether Liska and Melon are going to get along today, or whether they'll get along too well.

Oh. you should probably call the school district about getting Melon some sick leave, so you do.

...they're surprisingly understanding. Well, they don't want anyone else getting sick, right?

Even Bernie's not here yet, you realize, walking past his office.

Reynold shows up about five minutes after you.

"Morning, boss," he says, looking a bit haggard.

>I was wrong about you being CIA. You're FBI, aren't you?
>You're the Greek interpreter, send Zeus something polite about me regifting those tickets
>I had a weird dream about you
>How'd that discussion with Rosemary go?
>WRITE IN

>>2833298
What if instead, we're absorbing the memories of alternate realities in our sleep like in that one movie with Jet Li, The One.

>>2833319
>How'd that discussion with Rosemary go?

>>2833319
>>I was wrong about you being CIA. You're FBI, aren't you?
>How'd that discussion with Rosemary go?
>You're the Greek interpreter, send Zeus something polite about me regifting those tickets

>>2833319
Prove you're real and not more possibly Dionysus induced hallucinations/nightmares?

>>2833319

>I was wrong about you being CIA. You're FBI, aren't you?
>How'd that discussion with Rosemary go?
>You're the Greek interpreter, send Zeus something polite about me regifting those tickets

>>2833319
>How'd that discussion with Rosemary go?
>>Did you end up spending the night here?

>>2833334
>What if instead, we're absorbing the memories of alternate realities in our sleep like in that one movie with Jet Li, The One.
Oh shit, that would be great. You know, now i remember that harriet said something similar to us before.

>>2833319
>How'd that discussion with Rosemary go?
>Were making an idiot's guide to discovering magic is real during lunch. Your girlfriend can come over during then if she wants.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V4tyBjWDBsk

I can just imagine one of the dreams going something like;

You wake up again, shake off that last... whatever that was, and head out to the kitchen, Ellie's still there, cooking... you don't want to know this time, and is now her full dutchess get up

She turns to you, smiling. "Your kid knows how to fuck."

"Oh, that's good to hear." You say, before letting out a huge yawn... then it hits. "Wait, what?"

Ellie's smile breaks into something that would make the Cheshire cat blush, saying "You heard me."

You wake up, again, more confused than anything.

>>2833335
Supportan.

>>2833319
I tried setting up a twitter, but it kept kicking me out for 'unusual activity', and like fuck I'm giving it my phone number for an anonymous account.
So, have a discord invite to Cursed QM's server; you should be able to manage it from there. https://discord.gg/bYvaFf

>>2833298
>>Unbeknownst to us, we actually did two time loops without us realizing it.
>>2833334
>What if instead, we're absorbing the memories of alternate realities in our sleep like in that one movie with Jet Li, The One.
Those were, in fact, consecutive dreams. I ran with >>2833070
They say dreams are a way the brain processes memories. I'm not trolling on this, I promise.

>>2833319
>I had a weird dream about you (and then just leave it at that)
>How'd that discussion with Rosemary go?

>>2833319
>rough night huh? You want coffee?
>We'll keep the work nice and slow for today. A relaxing day at the office would be nice.

>>2833350
You wake up noticing two people in your bed. But your face shocks you when it's not Liska is in your bed.

Jean is sleeping beside you and cuddling Sue. Sue already woke up and with a smile of her face she said.

"Oh! Good morning Daddy!"

Jean woke up later and also said.

"Ah good morning my beautiful husband."

You stumbled out in your bed but instead caught by the fabric of your blanket that tumbled you down the desk beside hitting your head.

You wake up again, and it's even more annoying how it keeps happening.

>>2833381
Now I'm liking alternate reality about different timelines how QMC woke up with different families and different scenarios.

QMC woke up from harem of boys because he is gay in one of the timeline.

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>>2833390
>>2833381
>Wakes up next to pic related,

Damn Boss, that was something else

*Panicked/confused screaming until wakes up again*

>>2833423
Sorry, I'll stop. I need to get some sleep

>>2833358
>They say dreams are a way the brain processes memories. I'm not trolling on this, I promise.

If i recall correctly, that's actually true.

>Those were, in fact, consecutive dreams.
Yeah, i know....BUT WHAT IF WE ACTTUALLY TIMELOOPED OURSELVES oR ABSORBED DIFFERENT MEMORIES

>>2833423
>>2833425
That is one true nightmare If it involve Freebles. Damn it you win. I'm laughing non stop here.

>>2833423
Freebles x Marion romance fic when?

I have no idea whats happening

>>2833511
MC and Co are having another sex related problem, expect pacing to grind down to a crawl.

Unless you meant the dream thing? It didn't matter. At this exact moment we're having a conversation with our assistant and are either going to joke with him, tell him to get to work, or both.

>>2833319
>>I was wrong about you being CIA. You're FBI, aren't you?
>How'd that discussion with Rosemary go?

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>>2833319
"Rough night, huh?" you say, "need some coffee?"

"Already got some," he says, holding up the cheap styrofoam cup in his hand, "how long have you been here?"

"Not long," you tell him, "barely beat you. What's with the black eye?"

"I took some of your advice," Reynold says, settling into a chair at the other desk, "I might not have executed it correctly."

That's probably not the best topic to push right now. You've got most of the answer you wanted.

"Do you feel safe in your own home?" you ask, trying to keep your face straight.

If his girlfriend was trying to kill him, he'd be dead. That doesn't rule out other things, of course.

"Nobody's getting in there," Reynold tells you, grinning, "and I, uh, well... Rosemary hit me when I tried taking her to the floor. She didn't expect it, and she's got rather hair-trigger reflexes."

She didn't hit him the other night, but maybe she expected it.

Nightmares are terrible. Particularly if you remember them.

They seem to fuel your latent paranoia.

"Other than trying to deck you," you ask, "how'd it go? If you're willing to talk about it."

"It went..." Reynold says, and trails off.

"Last night was maybe the best night I've had with her since we met," he finally tells you.

"Glad to hear it," you tell him, "so let's have a nice, normal day at the office."

After a few hours of doing very legitimate accounting work, Reynold speaks up.

"They've done studies," he finally says, "get laid before you come into the office, you do better. Guessing you're on that plan?"

"Kid," you say, "what about that 'keep work and personal life' separate stuff?"

"You said they invade each other on this job," he says, grinning, "and Rosemary's dying to meet your wife tonight."

Oh, good grief.

"You should hope she doesn't want it too badly," you tell him.

"Daughter of a fertility goddess or something?" Reynold says, "I'll remind her before we come over."

"More about the fact there are going to be a lot of people there that can clean both your clocks, especially your clock," you say, looking over your desk at him, "and will. I've seen them do it. Have a nice night of Netflix or something."

"You already invited me," Reynold reminds you, "and Rosemary really wants to see some magic tricks."

"Tell her she doesn't get to start anything," you tell him, "and if anything happens to start, we'll try defusing it. We'll start with words."

"I will," he says, "want me to grab something from the cafeteria? It's lunchtime."

>Please. I've got a call I need to make [W, Kelly, Sachio, or Liska]
>Let's head down together and talk about [WRITE IN]
>I brought one today
>WRITE IN

>>2833572
>I brought one today

>>2833572
>>I brought one today

>>2833572
>I brought one today
What's in the box?

>>2833572
>I brought one today
There's no fires that need putting out at the moment, and he'll get the rundown on various people at the party.
I'd like to check up on the MG contract research or one of the other projects, but I doubt anything has happened in the day or two it's been since we last checked

>>2833572
>I brought one today
sausage and meatballs, with a side of ginger and eels, really Liska?

>>2833572
>>I brought one today

>>2833629
For some reason there are two meatballs and one sausage in intricate position that you only assumed you already know what it looks like.

>>2833650
And what's that clear glaze over everything? Hmm...

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>>2833572
"I brought one today," you say, and Reynold hares off.

Unfortunately, you didn't bring one.

Well, if you're barbecuing tonight, and people are bringing sides, you can make it until dinnertime. You'll need an empty stomach.

At any rate, it gets him off your back for a bit.

The kid seems to be a bit eager for the supernatural. At least he can read Greek.

Well, you don't need to read Greek to total up Samedi's stuff. And you're listing souls as an alternative currency unit. Whatever court's mediating between him and Enma can values those.

That's one court you don't want to appear in front of.

Before you know it, Reynold is back in the office.

"They're got some decent corned beef today," he says, taking his seat.

"Wonderful," you tell him, "I'm closing in on getting this Caribbean menace's accounts squared."

"So I'm on Greek duty again?" Reynold asks, "what are we going to send to them?"

"Form letters," you tell him.

"At least I only have to translate one," he says, "sure you're not sending something specific to our client? I hear Zeus is pretty scary - did some reading on the internet the other night."

>Call him the fuck out
>Something polite about how I have previous engagements, but I'm giving those tickets to family
>Something about how my sister will be way more fun than my daughter
>Send him the form letter
>WRITE IN

>>2833747
>Send him the form letter
Ehh, we're hungry, let's just be done with his ass.

>>2833747
>Send him the form letter

we are at work, professional time

>>2833747
>>Send him the form letter
>Very vaguely imply about how my sister will be way more fun than my daughter

>>2833747
>>Send him the form letter
Let's put this to bed.

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>>2833747
"Form letter," you tell him, "maybe vaguely imply my sister's more fun than my daughter?"

"My Greek's not good enough for that," Reynold tells you, "it's going to take me a while to just translate the form letter. Vague implications aren't my thing."

"Alright," you say, "then keep it very professional."

A few hours later he asks, "so how hard do I get thrown under the bus if they don't like it?"

"What?" you ask, jolted out of the network of islands and American coasts Samedi has holding on.

"Dionysus dropped in yesterday," Reynold says, "if, say, Artemis comes in saying I insulted her virginity or something, are you going to say it was my fault?"

"Well, did you?" you ask.

"Not intentionally," he says, "but I am not a professional translator."

"Check the revision history on that form letter," you tell him, "the word doc on the sharepoint."

"That's something like fifty people," he says, after a couple of minutes.

"So if there's something they take offense to," you say, waving your pen in the air, "it's in the original, so it's spread over something like fifty people, and they can fight Bernie about it because it's the firm's problem. Or my crew, if Bernie flips it on me. I'll cover for you."

"Your crew?" Reynold asks, raising his eyebrows.

"You've met some of them," you tell him, "although you might not remember it. You'll meet more tonight, if you come. I am betting they can kill gods, at least gods out of their territory. But," you say, staring at him, "that's them. If you fucked up translating a business letter badly enough that one of those gods is going to come over here for a dustup, either Bernie, or my family and a lot of people I care about are going to be fighting a god."

"I'll... double-check the translation," Reynold says, hunching back over his laptop, "and please don't do that 'the air tries to crush me' thing again."

"I'll try not to hit you with the full-force Dad Glare," you tell him, getting back to your accounting work.

Hell, Sademi's stuff is tangled, but you've made some good progress on it by the time Reynold tells you he's done.

"Hey," he says, "I'll fight the gods with you if they have a problem with this."

"Go for it," you tell him. You just want to be done with this whole thing, and eat dinner, "and you're out of the office for the day once those are in the mailroom."

"Sounds good," he says, and runs off to the printer and (hopefully) the mailroom.

Well, it's time to go home.

>WRITE IN CONCERNS TO ASK PEOPLE ABOUT ON CALLS DURING YOUR DRIVE (OR AFTER GETTING HOME)

I'm out for the night. I'm a bit tired. Hope the run's been fun.

>>2833851
>WRITE IN: ask Harriet how far we are outside of the timelines she’s seen

>>2833893
Also if she’s hitting the bottle less hard lately, and maybe if she really lives with Mary. Also tell her about the barbecue

>>2833893
Supporting

Jeeze you guys. Warning Zeus about his imminent demise takes the fun out of it and enables him to make sneaky plans to date rape our sister via enlisting the help of other gods. I thought you guys knew basic mythology.
And really? I thought we at least knew better than to sell our sister's ass to Zeus. Shame shame shame on you all. Pimping our own sister out to Zeus.

>>2833851
that sounds good >>2833893 >>2833904

>>2834175
she's a duchess of hell with an army, zeus has maybe 10 worshipers left

>>2834243
Which makes him an underdog. Do you seriously not get mythology?

>>2834243
I'm also going to point out that encouraging Zeus to fuck our sister removes all the kudos we've earned from various gods our threat earned and spirals us into having even more divine enemies. Unless our sister defeats thousands of years of experience at rape and literary/mythological tropes in order to chop his dick off so that we can make due on making the godliest dildo to ever exist we might be making enemies of everyone that approved of our previous letter.

Hopefully the craftsmanship on the chad thundercock is so great that it will be sought by lonely housewives the world over and single handedly propel Hera's power through the stratosphere via proxy worship

>>2834273
>the chad thundercock
Holy shit anon stop it my sides can't take any more

>>2834243
we don't know how mythology works, and remember that we are offering all our parties to Dionysus without knowing. Zeus should be working on a similar basis, so don't underestimate him.

>>2833851
>Cancel/fix that damn letter to Zeus (for the reasons I and at least one other anon pointed out)
>Make sure everyone relevant knows about the cookout (eg Mary, Madison, and etc might not know)
>Ask for everyone to bring any relevant concerns they may have and/or long term goals for us to start prepping.
>Buy some softball equipment we see from a sporting goods shop along the way.


>>2834321
In b4 using electricity and eating greek Yoghurt counts as an offering to him
Werewolves can be traced back to him too, so it's a really bad idea to underestimate him when he technically is one of the main causes of an extremely widespread and well known monster. We could wake up one day to thousands of werewolves.

>>2833851
>not a professional translator
This is something that’s been bugging me about Reynold for a while. Why does he know Greek well enough to do what he’s doing? And why doesn’t Bernie have a professional translator who’s in on the masquerade already?

Beginning to wonder if this guy really is some intelligence service’s plant Bernie was forced to take on as part of a deal. He’s way too interested in what our deal is, and not panicking hard enough, and has an underexplained injury today.

>>2834175
>"My Greek's not good enough for that," Reynold tells you, "it's going to take me a while to just translate the form letter. Vague implications aren't my thing."
>"Alright," you say, "then keep it very professional."
I thought it was stupid as well, but we didn't actually do.it, so there's nothing to worry about.

>>2834243
>zeus has maybe 10 worshipers left
While a common tope, we have no idea if that's how it works here. I can't imagine Dionysus has any more followers than Zeus, and look at how powerful he was outside his domain. Making assumptions like that is dangerous.

>>2834362
>>2833851
>Might as well invite Reynold's girlfriend over too since I'm sure she'd crash the party otherwise.
>Ask Hellboy how far/easily he can search for magical girl locations outside of the city?
>Tell W that we're considering some lessons on magic to the girls to fill out their gaps in basic (for wizards) knowledge. Say it can probably double as him having extra research assistants.
>We can probably use Melon's marked improvements after training from Haru as an example of the pros in this situation if handled responsibly. Bring some possible course outlines and a theoretical curriculum. Doesn't have to be too specific. we just need a general idea.
>(at the cookout) Ask Mary and Madison what military roles they want (General,Spymaster, whatever the title of the guy in charge of special ops is) since we'll need a chain of command if something crazy like 100 magical girls suddenly drop into our town after a natural disaster hits the nearest major city or something.
Really sorry. I'm drawing a blank on everything right now

>>2834321
Oh crap. The Olympics are dedicated to Zeus and the rest of the Greek gods. They probably have that as their secret illegal divinity accounts they don't want taxed. The Greeks are probably the most powerful set of gods from a "dead" religion around.

>>2834372
That will be taken care of if we make him take a drink. We saw that demonstrated with Freebles. And we totally won't think of it in character since I like it more when we have no idea what the fuck we just did that looks like the machinations of a mastermind.

>>2834390
>(at the cookout) Ask Mary and Madison what military roles they want (General,Spymaster, whatever the title of the guy in charge of special ops is) since we'll need a chain of command if something crazy like 100 magical girls suddenly drop into our town after a natural disaster hits the nearest major city or something.
What? There is no need to think about this right now.

>>2834408
You say that when you don't have to deal with the rat god taking the energy they collected from all of the magical girls into a giant spirit bomb to defeat us.

We're already overstocked on the cast as it is (according to our QM) and we don't know what we'll need to overpower our enemies. We still are adding characters in, magical girls tend to come in packs, and there's always a prospect of magical girls joining the club. Ergo we are going to need somebody to control whatever rowdy groups of magical girls are around in the future.

Any new magical girl groups are going to respect magical girls as role models more due to the mistrust sewn between factions by the rats. That leaves Mary and Madison as the main nominees to control them if/when things get big enough to delegate responsibility.
So we basically get our two teams to be the coolest kids on the block ahead of time due to ranking, positions, experience, raw power, and so forth. Even if the power dynamic later changes, they're gonna have their first impressions ingrained into them to foster a slight respect for their metaphorical elders.
Having a rough plan in place also saves time from us having to panic about it at a busier moment. We got that shit done when things are nice and peaceful. They'll obviously have help and advice, but freebles does want to be the rat god after all. We should get the system of government for the new regime started. That actually gives me the idea of Madison becoming the lawyer/advocate for any new contractees to ensure a fair contract. She seems like she has the aptitude for it.
Madison also knows her way in and out of regional territories for magical girls. Her team is the most qualified to be scouting out their territories without getting killed.

>>2833166
Guessing by the writing style, and Haiku’s evident fetish for ear biting, he probably did the Sue one and the Ellie one.

Let’s see if I have my research materials around to share with a fellow scientist.

pastebin.com/erE6eBPh
pasrebin.com/sqfQpYGH

When do we get Harriet, Haiku?

>>2834513
Second link should also be pastebin. Autocorrect can suck my balls

>>2834493
and we don't really need to think about this right now, when there are other more concerning things at hand.

>>2834513
who wrote this heresy?
and why does it make my penis become the big penis?

>>2834513
>and the Ellie one.
Haiku mentioned that he read that fapfic before he hard a solid grasp of Ellie's personality, which is why her actual personality is alarmingly close to the fapfic one.

All bets are off on the Sue one though.

>>2834513
why

>>2837279
Why not?

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>>2833851
You dial Harriet as you walk to your car, and put the phone on hands-free.

It rings over and over as you start the car.

Well, you can't expect everyone to be reachable all the time.

"Hello?" someone answers, but the voice isn't Harriet's. Did you dial the wrong number?

"Harriet's answering service," the voice says with a humorous edge on it, as you pull out of the garage and start your drive home, "she's a bit busy right now - can I take a message? By the way, who is this?"

It's definitely a female voice.

You blank for a second on describing what your position is with regard to the local time-traveler, in some sort of socially acceptable manner, "I'm her friend. I was going to invite her to a barbeque thing tonight."

You hear either a stifled giggle or a gasp of shock from the other end of the line. Audio quality isn't amazing over speakerphone.

"That sort of 'friend'?," the voice asks, then turns slightly sultry, "I could give you some good tips on winning her heart. And do I get invited?"

There's a very long pause as you contemplate bringing one more person into this bullshit, and you hear a muffled "dry off, Harriet, your boyfriend's calling! I want a shower too!"

"You sound old though," the voice eventually continues at you, "didn't think that was her type."

"It's not like that," you say, "just a friendly gathering with a lot of people. I only found out about it recently. Ask her, if you want to tag along - I don't have a problem with it."

"A guy calling a girl with a few hours' notice to go to a 'barbeque thing'," the voice says, "and you expect me to believe you're not gunning for her?"

An attenuated "GIVE ME THE PHONE, MARY!" interrupts her from the other end of the line, as the voice bursts into giggles.

Ah, so that's why she sounded familiar.

"I'll be seeing you tonight, eldest brother," Mary tells you, "and I'm a little sorry about the joke-" before you hear the painful noise of a phone being dropped on the floor.

Huh.

"Who's this?" Harriet finally asks, then pauses for a second, probably to check caller ID, "oh, it's you. You know Mary has a terrible sense of humor."

That line's probably being delivered at the other magical girl as much as it is at you.

[1/2]

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>>2839522
"I didn't know you had a roommate," you say.

"It seemed like a good idea at the time," Harriet sighs.

"Honestly," you tell her, "I'm just happy to hear her sounding relaxed, even if it's at my expense."

"I am too," she tells you, "oh, and she just got in the shower. She wasn't joking about that."

"So I guess she doesn't know about..?" you ask, picking up the implication that Mary can't hear her side of the call now.

"No," Harriet says, very flatly, "and I'd like to keep it that way - that ends poorly. What's up?"

"How far are we outside what you're seen?" you ask.

"Imagine I think the Straits of Gibraltar are the western limit of the world, and Britain is a place people tell tall tales about going to," she starts, "we're charting the North and South poles, the Americas, and maybe the eastern coast of Asia."

"We're charting that pretty literally," you say, "my in-laws are going nuts."

"Is that why I didn't see Melon at school today?" Harriet asks, "they said she was sick. And I only got bits and pieces of that family vacation thing."

"She is," you tell the girl, "maybe 'sick' is an bad word for it, but - did they teach you about canine heat cycles in school?"

"Fuck," Harriet says, "and with that, we've launched the fucking Appollo missions to add moonscape craters to our map. I'm guessing that's because she got ears this loop, which I have never seen before."

Great, you're that deep in terra incognita even for the time-traveler?

"Mary was saying something about a barbeque, too?" Harriet asks.

"We're doing another one tonight," you tell her, "with everyone. Ellie might show, too."

"Short notice," Harriet says, "but we'll bring a side and let the other girls know. Also, this had better not be a beachhead for her."

"I don't think she knows yet," you say, "W's testing some crazy stuff tonight. He thinks he can get her over."

"I can't decide whether cutting down on my drinking was a good idea," Harriet says, "or if I'm going to have to hit it harder."

"You know my vote," you say, "I don't want you to have to collapse into a bed again this time."

"I kind of want to see this show sober, well, maybe just buzzed," she says, "because Sue's going to drag Jean and probably Rick in, and you're going to have a very full house. Let's just hope Karen's folks don't come, but she's good at slipping out."

>Magical girls learning magic
>You looked cute in those coats
>You ever heard of 'Reynold Oliver' or 'Rosemary'?
>How'd the 'roomates' thing happen?
>WRITE IN

>>2839615
>Magical girls learning magic
>How'd the 'roomates' thing happen?

>>2839615
>You ever heard of 'Reynold Oliver' or 'Rosemary'?
Eh, just in case (chance are even if she knows them it won't be reliable but whatevs)
>Magical girls learning magic

>>2839615
>Magical girls learning magic
>You ever heard of 'Reynold Oliver' or 'Rosemary'?
>How'd the 'roomates' thing happen?

>>2839615
>Magical girls learning magic

>>2839615
>>You looked cute in those coats

>>2839615
>Magical girls learning magic
>Oh and if you were to try being sneaky,you could have looked up audiobooks on your phone and changed the filename to Harry Potter or something like that. I'm assuming Harry Potter isn't on the banned list.
>My new assistant and his girlfriend are dropping by as well as maybe Dionysus too. I swear everyone's irresponsibility is rubbing off on me.

>>2839668
>You're a teenager. I assumed that you had the inborn talent to perfectly type on a phone without looking and there's navigation settings for the blind. It's so weird seeing my blind cousin posting on Instagram all the time because of that.

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>>2839615
"I get the feeling her folks would be party poopers," you say, unsure about how alright you are with the whole 'sneaking out' thing you are. Maybe it's not your problem. Maybe you should have a conversation with them. ...That might end with a punch-up, and you feel shouldn't interfere with another man's family like that.

But maybe you should. But there are all the other problems of it not being in this supernatural world where 'attempted murder' is 'hello', 'assault and battery' is 'foreplay', and the rest of the whole thing.

The guy would press charges. Did he have a name? You think he gave you one, but you can't remember at the moment. A lot's happened since then, and you just remember he sounded like a cock.

"They would be, given my experience," Harriet says, "but I'm guessing you have some more interesting topics."

"How interesting is 'magical girls learning magic'?" you ask.

"The stuff the rats don't want us to learn?" she asks back, "let's do it. Might as well learn a few more things on this run."

"You could have been sneaky with audiobooks before," you tell her.

"I didn't think about that," Harriet tells you, "that's a really good idea. I hope I don't have to end up using it."

"So do I," you tell her, gritting your teeth, "also, I ended up inviting my assistant, and his girlfriend as well. Welcomed them to the masquerade, and they've met some of our folks already. You know anything about a Reynold Oliver and a 'Rosemary'?"

"Those sound like aliases," she says, "I'm drawing a blank on the guy, and - wait. Does 'Rosemary' use two pistols?"

"I haven't seen her fight," you tell her, "but I think she was packing."

"Tattoos?" Harriet asks, "hair around Karen's shade? Likes short shorts and tank tops?"

"Yes on all counts," you say, "guessing you've met her."

"It's a long shot," Harriet tells you, "but that might be 'Scarborough Fair'. She's an assassin. I fought by her side in a few World War Threes. Got hard reset by her in a few, too. She rotates herbal aliases from the song."

You know someone else who rotates names. He's a wizard.

"Is she on that side?" you ask, "also, is inviting her over safe?"

"I don't think you needed to welcome her in," Harriet says, "five thousand bucks says she's a leanan sídhe. She's probably safe, if she hasn't tried to kill you already. Well, safe for us. Your assistant is not a lucky man."

"He got assigned to me, he's not lucky," you tell her, and then remember what a leanan sídhe IS, and breathe, "fuck."

"I could be wrong," Harriet tells you, "I'll tell you when I meet her."

>He has interesting taste in women
>Any questions for me, before Mary gets out of the shower?
>I live in a glass house and can't throw stones on that one
>So, roommates?
>WRITE IN

>>2839839
>He has interesting taste in women
>I live in a glass house and can't throw stones on that one
>Any questions for me, before Mary gets out of the shower?

>>2839839
>He has interesting taste in women
>>But i guess he's not the only one
plus it might not be as bad as it sounds, it's not as if your life was true to the legends
>Any questions for me, before Mary gets out of the shower?

>>2839839
>>I live in a glass house and can't throw stones on that one
>Any questions for me, before Mary gets out of the shower?

>>2839839
>>He has interesting taste in women
She didn't seem like Fae to me, too blunt, but who knows what they're actually like.
>leanan
I'm curious as to what her thought process is. Leanan are muses, not combat specialists.
>So, roommates?
>Any questions for me, before Mary gets out of the shower?

>>2839615
>>Magical girls learning magic
>>You looked cute in those coats

>>How'd the 'roomates' thing happen

>>2839839
>>He has interesting taste in women
>>Any questions for me, before Mary gets out of the shower?
>Still compliment she looked cute

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>>2839839
"Reynold's got interesting taste in women," you observe.

"You live in a very glassy house to throw that stone!" Harriet tells you, as you change lanes on the freeway.

"Interesting is a neutral term," you say, "my taste is interesting as well - you've met Liska."

"Interesting doesn't begin to describe your taste," she says, "but I like her. She really helped me out the other night, too. I think you've got good taste, even if you wouldn't say that yourself."

"I definitely married above my station," you tell her, "I'm concerned about my assistant dying on me, though. And I thought leanan sídhe were muses, not combat specialists."

"Most supernaturals are at least more durable than humans," Harriet says, "faster, stronger, and, well, Kelly'd be hellishly dangerous even if he was a baseline human. The magic's just an extra edge. They - we, I guess, have a leg up on you - for that sort of thing. And you're a very dangerous man yourself. What someone IS by birth doesn't make them what they ARE."

That makes a degree of sense, if you caught the meaning correctly.

"Any questions for me before Mary gets out of the shower?" you ask.

"I'd prefer to ask most of them in person," Harriet tells you, "but on the earlier topic, does her boyfriend have talents he shouldn't? Like music, or languages, writing, like it's a gift?"

"I'm not making that bet with you," you say, "and yes, but I'm not ruling out training or weird hobbies, or a being a government agent. 'Rosemary' seemed very blunt for a fae."

"And I probably seem very alcoholic for a magical girl," Harriet says, "but the legends and TV shows aren't all true. So tell me about heat."

You take a deep breath.

"Don't get in a room alone with a fox?" you ask, "they're coping, but it's hard on them."

Harriet sighs, "I can probably guess at it better than you can," she says, "and that's going to make for a fun party. Anything happen on the Bernie front?"

"I think that's why I got a new assistant," you say, "although that might just be office politics and explainable stuff, but I feel like he's been pushing things somehow. I did drive him to work while he was drunk or hungover, and also Dionysus is now a client."

"Well," Harriet says, "looks like I should add more planets to the map - metaphorically. We're way outside anything I've seen, although I think you've only put one apocalypse to bed. Maybe two. Not sure."

"Which?" you ask.

"One more question," Harriet says, as if she's suddenly through of something, "are you bleeding off magic through the yarnball?"

"My dad glare can make people feel like the air is crushing them, now" you tell her.

"That's probably Mary's excess, from what W explained," she says, "well, we've solved one of them, I think. Mary just finished her shower."

"You know," you tell her, "you looked cute in those coats. It was good to see you enjoying yourself like that."

Harriet's breath catches.

"I did enjoy it," she says, with an air of realization in her voice.

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>>2839995
>"That's probably Mary's excess, from what W explained,"
There's also a theory it's coming from Ellie, as it wasn't something we could do before she showed up, though I don't remember who suggested it originally. I suppose it could be a blend of their powersets.

>>2840025
Liska also mentioned that her power was partly in there when we showed her last time

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>>2839995
"That's just going to make next time hurt more," Harriet whispers.

"Then we'll make sure there doesn't have to be a next time," you say.

"I hope we can," she says, "I'll see you later."

Then she hangs up.

Driving has always been a meditative state for you. Well, when you weren't intentionally challenging someone.

What the hell is going through the heads of the people around you?

It's easy to call them nutjobs, but they all have their own reasons. There's no way to win - you can't solve all their problems.

But you can help them through, maybe make things better, and possibly keep the world from ending.

It's a terrifying job, but you're the person at the right time and place. You're pretty sure you're the wrong person.

Apparently that's not a shared opinion.

Well, you think, as your garage door slowly ratchets up, if Slim Pickens can ride a bomb to hell, so can you.

You park next to the amateur gunsmith's shop in your garage. The one that popped up while you were comatose, like a fairy ring of mushrooms overnight.

Just a month, and it feels like everyone changed. Some of them grew. Maybe too fast, you think as you shut the car door.

But it's not too different from the daze you're been in for as long as you've had a family. Freebles crashing through your window broke ice that had been thin all along.

Well, it's time to go icefishing, before you freeze to death in the water, you think, opening the door into the house.

"I'm home," you say.

"Hi, dad," Melon tells you, carrying a laundry basket, and seeming a bit startled to see you in the hallway, "please don't hug me. Please pet my ears again. Please don't touch me at all!"

>I won't
>Did things go well today?
>Hug her and pet her ears
>I can't understand what's going on, but let's talk about it
>Are you going to be ok with having a bunch of people over tonight?
>Did Liska do anything to you?
>WRITE IN

>>2840030
>>I won't
>Did Liska do anything to you?
We decided to trust her, and I don't think she'd really do anything without some wierd edge case, but we need to double check.
>Are you going to be ok with having a bunch of people over tonight?
I suspect not, but we can either lock them up in the house for the duration, or send them elsewhere.

>>2840030
>Are you going to be ok with having a bunch of people over tonight?
>Did Liska do anything to you?

I'm going to bed. Keep voting, please.

Next runtime (hopefully tomorrow) on the twitter: https://twitter.com/HaikuDeluge

Well, at least it appears nobody burned down the house.

I'm debating whether to address >>2834513 because I feel there are pitfalls in every direction doing that.

>>2840030
>Are you going to be ok with having a bunch of people over tonight?

>>2840030
>>Are you going to be ok with having a bunch of people over tonight?

>>2840030
>>I won't
>Are you going to be ok with having a bunch of people over tonight?

>>2840030
>Are you going to be ok with having a bunch of people over tonight?
>Did Liska manage to help you out?
Less accusatory, I would think.

>>2840030
>Are you going to be ok with having a bunch of people over tonight?
>If you aren't ok later, which of your friends would you be least embarrassed by them remembering what you're acting like as they drag you off?

>>2840030
>I won't
>Did things go well today?
>Are you going to be ok with having a bunch of people over tonight?

>>2840193
Now I know we don't want her first to be while in heat, but which of the other girls would we be ok with Melon hooking up with for relief? I feel like Harriet is an obvious yes.

>>2840667
Go read some fapfics. Your mind is in more in the gutter than Melon's right now.

>>2840684
Naw that's boring. I wanna ask uncomfortable questions.

>>2840696
Less uncomfortable and more boring. There's a million discussions like that a thread and none of them matter.

>>2840696
You seem quite comfortable saying it, so I don't get what you mean.

>>2840739
That was incredibly uncomfortable, you think I don't know how shitty this'll be?
>>2840733
We haven't considered her banging girls for relief. At least if we did I missed it.

More to my list of girls Melon could bang
Mary
Madison
W's daughters
Sue

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>>2840667
Why do you want to talk about this? I get that this is your fetish but why do you need us to participate? Is it some form of exhibitionism that gets you off?

>>2840030
Did things go well today?

>>2840030
>Did things go well today?
>Hug her and pet her ears

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This seems bad. Melon plants her back against the wall and takes several deep breaths.

"Are you ok?" you ask her, fighting the temptation to hug her. She's obviously going through something, but that might make it worse, and she's holding the laundry basket in from of her like a shield.

"No," she says, "mom wasn't kidding about me losing my mind. This is stupid," she says, sighing and leaning further back against the wall, giving you a look you've seen on Liska's face a few times, and breathing very heavily.

Fucking Christ. 'Stupid' doesn't begin to describe this shit!

Melon shakes her head violently a couple of times, then tries to stare through the opposite wall. After a few second, she relaxes a little.

"Being sick would be better," she says, still looking past you, her eyes boring into the wall beside you.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" you ask, and she looks to the side.

"Don't ask that, please," she says, and exhales sharply.

"Are you going to be alright if we have a bunch of people over tonight?" you ask, maneuvering around the topic.

"I'll try," Melon tells you, turning her head toward you, but not daring to meet your eyes, "I made it through today, anyway. I'll probably be going to bed early and locking the door."

"That seems wise," you say, wishing you could hug her or help her, "but I can call this off if I need to. You're more important than having a meeting."

"I'll let my friends know to drag me off if I do something stupid," she says, and grins a little, "Mary's definitely strong enough. And - nevermind," she finishes, and takes the laundry basket to the the utility room.

"Hang in there," you say, hoping she heard it, and walk down the hall. Madison's curled up in the living room, happily reading her way through your library.

"Oh, hey," she says, looking up at you from the couch, "you've got a pretty good collection."

"Thank Liska for half of it," you tell her, "where is everyone?"

"They got press-ganged into going on a grocery run," Madison tells you, "I think Liska's in your room. She's been writing most of the day. Interested to see what she comes up with in a state like this - today's been rather entertaining."

>'Rather entertaining'? (Ask Madison how the day went)
>Go ask Liska how the day went
>Go tell Liska you're deeply disturbed
>Go back and hug Melon anyway
>WRITE IN

>>2841585
>'Rather entertaining'? (Ask Madison how the day went)

> You seem like one of the less sex/violence obsessed girls. How did that happen?

>>2841585
>'Rather entertaining'? (Ask Madison how the day went)
Time to know what everyone did while we were at werk.

>>2841585
>'Rather entertaining'? (Ask Madison how the day went)

>>2841585
>Entertaining entertaining or I should panic if Dionysus stops by entertaining?

>>2841585
>>'Rather entertaining'? (Ask Madison how the day went)

>>2841585
>Go tell Liska you're deeply disturbed
>'Rather entertaining'? (Ask Madison how the day went)

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>>2841585
"Rather entertaining?" you ask, and Madison sits up on the couch.

"I'm not sure where to start," she says, then grins, "I didn't singe any ears, if you get my drift. But there were a couple of amusing incidents."

"Dare I ask?" you say.

"Well," she says, "James spent most of the day shopping for apartments or houses."

"That doesn't seem too entertaining," you tell her, remembering how that goes. And you're a little surprised she didn't go with him.

"It was more about the way he left," Madison says, smiling, "he's not very comfortable around Melon right now."

Considering you might string up any man who was, that's a good thing.

"Then there was the part where Melon and Liska changed into foxes," she tells you, "and chased each other around the house and the backyard, until every dog on the street started barking. Oh, Marlene (I think that's her name?) thinks you have pet foxes now, and we're a bunch of relatives on vacation in a camper. I tried to leave the exact degree of relation vague."

"Thanks for that," you say, wondering how interesting your next conversation with Fred is going to get, "anything else?"

"Overheard Rob's half of an argument with his hand," she says, "it apparently had some ideas about the situation that he's not on board with - lucky for him," she says, looking at where she knows you're bandaged under your suit, "he ended up bailing with James, too."

"And you've been...?" you ask.

"Mostly reading on the couch and spectating," Madison says, "occasionally providing a voice of reason. Had some fun talks with Liska and Melon, too. Nice, sort-of relaxing day, really."

"I am sorry our hospitality is... well," you say, "a bit impaired at the moment. And thanks for helping out."

"I said it was fun," Madison says, "and it's the least I could do after we dumped ourselves on your lawn at six-something in the morning."

>You seem like one of the less sex/violence obsessed girls. How did that happen?
>Can you help keep an eye on things this evening, too?
>Go say "honey, I'm home" to Liska
>Cautions about Greek gods and potential fae showing up
>WRITE IN

>>2841795
>>You seem like one of the less sex/violence obsessed girls. How did that happen?
>>Can you help keep an eye on things this evening, too?
Don't go talk to Liska unless she comes out first; it's safer that way.

>>2841795
>You seem like one of the less sex/violence obsessed girls. How did that happen?
>Can you help keep an eye on things this evening, too?
>Now I am going to try and relieve my wife before the big event.

>>2841795
>Cautions about Greek gods and potential fae showing up

>>2841795
>Cautions about Greek gods and potential fae showing up

>>2841801
Supporting this

>>2841795
I don't wanna count my chickens, or phoenixes or whatever before they hatch, but how do you feel about learning contract law as a long term career? If we do manage to pull off that whole remodeling the system thing there are going to be alot of girls that are going to need a lawyer of some sort helping them out and watching things to make sure they don't get to the way things are now.

>>2841801
>>2841905
Supportan

>>2841905
I don't think any of the girls are really lawyery-types. Freebles would likely be the best one for that sort of thing. If him being a magic talking yakuza rat is an issue, one of the girls could be his public face.

>>2841936
Madison is well read, likes debating for hours, is willing to put her foot down, has a fair level of maturity, has a decent grasp of ethics, and so forth. If she's not a lawyer she's future judge material.

>>2841795
>>You seem like one of the less sex/violence obsessed girls. How did that happen?

>>2841795
>Cautions about Greek gods and potential fae showing up
>You seem like one of the less sex/violence obsessed girls. How did that happen?