>>3757772
First for Rose!

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>>3757772

FIRST FOR EVERY SINGLE BEST GIRL
AND THAT IS ALL OF THEM
LET'S DICK

I LOVE ALL OF YOU

LET'S GO BOYS

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>>3757772
it's time

IT'S BEEN SO LONG

IT'S FUCKING TIME
ALL ABOARD OP STUDIOS

A man of his word.

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LAST SEASON ON FUCK QUEST (cont'd):
-Dogged reporter Kay Vera found the location of Renee's old research partner Gustav Eichmann -- he's living in seclusion on the island nation of Palau.
-David Darkbloom convinced you to let him speak in private with Whitney and Vivian. During this time, he secretly passed Vivian instructions to help him break free from his virtual imprisonment under your watchful eye.
-Vivian, however, sided with you. She took Cerise to Galatea's loft, and -- getting in touch with Gustav -- removed the implant from Cerise's head entirely. With that, Cerise was freed from being a host to David's consciousness.
-Whitney's tenure as CEO of Darkbloom Analytics has been marked with strife and scandal, none of which is helped by the increasing interest that outside forces are taking in Sand Reckoner.
-The Russians, Chinese, and Japanese have all made attempts at pilfering the technology -- the latter, by sending a double agent to Darkbloom Analytics in the form of idol singer/actress Makoto Kikuchi. When caught red-handed trying to steal secrets from the DA campus, Makoto committed suicide.
-The FBI investigation into the corruption and intrigue at DA has also been a sticking point. But after things came to a head, lead investigator Noelle Keki was removed from the case and fired. It seems the FBI is backing off to appease your company and keep its working relationship with the US military strong.
-Russian mobster Stasi Lebedev got into a firefight with street gangster turned DA board member Tyrus Kang. You were caught in the middle -- and so was Rose. The bloodbath ended with Stasi dead, Tyrus on the lam, and you and your first cousin (once removed) in dicey legal waters.
-To shield yourselves with spousal privilege -- and for absolutely NO other reasons, whatsoever -- you and Rose got married. Rose Mallory is now Rose Soliloquy. Legally speaking.
-Alex's subterfuge against DA ended with an accidental bombing at one of the company's off-site server farms. Innocents died and Mara Darkbloom was sent into high alert.
-Mara kidnapped Renee and Alex, and took them away to an unknown location for unclear reasons.
-Dalton Cantor, DA board member and a toady to Mara, murdered Sable in front of Alex's eyes -- with the promise of more to come if Alex and Renee refuse to cooperate.
-Amber witnessed Sable's murder. She also managed to sneak away from the scene, undetected, with the Sand Reckoner implant storing David Darkbloom's consciousness in her possession.

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AND NOW, EPISODE 1 OF THE END OF FUCK QUEST:
"5 Petabyes per Second"

>>3757772
>It's my evil eye.
What did he mean by this?

TOOT TOOT
ONE MORE RIDE

>>3757791
>Petabyes
>1024 terabytes
>1024
>4201
AAAAAAAAAAAA

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Chart anon here. As a reminder, here's all the pairings we've had for lewd scenes from Season 1 to Season 3.

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Armstrong roars with laughter and then slams back a bracing shot of bourbon. He pounds a palm on the bartop. "Of course! That dumb broad is gonna be the death of me!"

Nelson laughs, too, the bitter laughter of someone facing his imminent doom. The greenish light of the bar glints off his cokebottle glasses. "You got that right. Without Mara... man, we're screwed. Big league. Whitney can't run this company on her own."

"Did you have any idea about this?" Armstrong asks Dalton, swiveling in his stool.

Dalton waves a bartender over for another gin & tonic. He sips his drink, contemplative. "I did not. It is rather a grim situation, isn't it?"

"Grim. Fuckin' A. We're hemorrhaging board members here. First Tyrus screws off, now we've got Mara tendering her resignation out of nowhere -- it's last summer all over again. Darkbloom Analytics is finished."

Nelson, cradling his forehead in the crook between thumb and forefinger, and staring hard at his bottle of craft IPA, says: "well. In fairness. We thought the same thing last summer."

"This time it's true," Armstrong says. "Delayed reaction. She's like a goddamn cancer eating this company alive, Whitney is."

"We have to get rid of her," Nelson says.

"Have to," Armstrong agrees. "If we could just install Vivian -- or, fuck, ANYONE --" he turns again to Dalton. "Did Mara even tell anyone where it is she fucked off to? Maybe Vivian knows. Maybe we could get Mara back at the helm if we booted Whitney."

"Just a few months ago you two were adamantly against an ouster," Dalton says with a frown.

"That was before Mara decided to take a permanent vacation to the ass-end of oblivion!" Armstrong yells. "Whitney was a nice face for the public when she wasn't all nigger this, nigger that - but she can't be left to her own devices as CEO. We have to get rid of her."

"Have to," Nelson agrees. "We might still have a job this time next week... but only if we can get Mara or Vivian at the top."

Dalton shakes his head. "I think Mara is gone for good. And Vivian won't want the role if we force her sister out. She's fully camp Whitney now -- or more like camp Alabaster, I suppose."

Armstrong huffs. "Alabaster Soliloquy. That stupid fucking -- God do I hate that little wimp."

"I have a close friend at Lloyd's of London," Dalton says, "who used to specialize in asset liquidation -- take over a failing business, sell it off piece by piece -- you know."

"You mean --" Nelson begins.

"We call an emergency meeting, force Whitney off the board -- Vivian, too. Install the new CEO -- and start the process of shuttering Darkbloom Analytics for good. We can move on to greener pastures, as it were."

"I'd like to meet this friend of yours before I agree to anything," Nelson says. "What's his name?"

"Rowan Hamilton -- I can arrange to have him come over from London this week, if you're open to it."

"Do that," Armstrong says. He puts his hand up and twirls his index finger. "Next one's on me," he tells the bartender.

>>3757791
>kaguya hiding on the bottom right
OH SHIT IS HE ADDING THE BEST GIRL TO END ALL BEST GIRLS?

>>3757808
And just for the record, I know that this is currently missing the new girl, but I won't be able to edit the table for two weeks. Please wait warmly, etc etc.

>>3757821
no one wants you here, namefag

>>3757813
You motherfuckers.

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Okay I was baited. You got me.

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The three men stumble out of the bar, to the parking lot, towards their cars.

"Are you really sure you don't know where Mara is, man?" Nelson asks Dalton. He loops an arm around Dalton with one clammy hand up near Dalton's shoulder. Bracing him.

"Haven't the faintest idea... I'm quite sorry to say." He tries to wrench free of Nelson, but Nelson is weirdly tenacious in clinging to him as they walk. He's all buddy-buddy with the liquor in him.

"You were always her huckleberry," Armstrong says. "I gotta level with you... it's hard to believe that you don't know where she is." He steps past, turns and faces Dalton directly, forcing Dalton to stop.

"Be that as it may," Dalton starts. He does not even see the haymaker Armstrong throws.

It hits him square in the left eye. Nelson lets him go and he collapses to the grimy blacktop like a crumpling marionette, prone and unconscious.

"Fuck!" Armstrong yells. He shakes his punching hand limply, fingers flopping around, trying to dissipate the pain. He grabs his wrist and massages it. "Age isn't on my side anymore. I need some cyborg augmentations or something. Maybe that should be our pivot, huh?"

Nelson grabs the unconscious Dalton by each armpit and tries to haul him backwards, like lugging a bag of cement mix, but the dead weight is almost too much for him. The back of Dalton's suit is darkly smeared with oil and dirt from the ground. His head lolls to one side as Nelson pulls tugs.

"Will you shut up about your damn hand and help me?"

"I did my part. You can manage this part. I believe in you." He knocks twice, hard, against the back door of a panel van parked there. Vivian, receiving the cue, opens both doors from the inside.

Nelson is worried. "You better not have killed him with that punch, Steven."

"He'll be fine. Probably."

Nelson steps aboard the van, past the opened back doors. He turns, squatting, to lift Dalton in. He strains -- tugs and pulls, puffs and draws labored breath, all to no avail. The back end of the van's suspension sags with the load.

Bemused, Armstrong watches Nelson fumbling. "This is pathetic. You're weaker than a male barista... here." Finally he relents and assists Nelson in getting Dalton into the van, taking him by the feet and lifting, lest any lookie-loos stumble across the scene and make an even bigger problem for them all.

>>3757838
MOTHERFUCKERS
HELL YES

>>3757838
HAH! Get rekt Dalton.

>>3757813
Is it bad that I'm strangely excited by this?

>>3757838
This power duo must never be broken.

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"Thanks," you tell the odd couple, as Nelson, gasping for air, slides down the side of the interior wall and to his butt. "Sterling work with those jukes, both of you."

Vivian closes the doors again, walks primly to the front, and gets into the passenger seat. Beside her, Saul puts the key in the ignition and fires the engine.

"Where... to...?" Nelson gasps between gulps of air.

"Get the fuck over it, Nelson," Armstrong says. "Did your pussy fall off trying to lift something heavier than your pet Schnauzers?"

"My house," Saul says, in answer to Nelson's question.

"Slumming it with the upper-middle class, great," Armstrong grumbles. "I hope you all understand the monumental risk Nelson and I are taking. This means all-out war with Mara Darkbloom. And your mother is one vicious fucking cunt, Vivian."

Vivian regards you, Nelson, and Armstrong from the rearview mirror. She says nothing -- only nods. Saul is already entering the on-ramp and speeding towards your destination, perhaps the final destination your hostage will ever visit: the Mallory household.

"We're betting everything on you," Nelson says. He's slowly regaining his breath and the red flush is draining from his sweaty face. "Not just our livelihoods, but our actual lives, too."

"Not to mention prison," Armstrong adds. "Even if we do survive, we could still wind up fucked."

"Aye," you say. "And we super appreciate it, Army."

"Uh huh," Armstrong grunts. Then, to Vivian: "That's another thing. Why are we involving this random teenage girl, again?"

"Because," you say, gazing down at Dalton's supine form. "I know how to get things done."

"Amber is a friend," Vivian says. "She will be an absolute benefit."

"I just hope you know what you're doing," Nelson says. He stares blankly ahead at nothing.

"I do," you say. "Mara won't be the first Darkbloom I've killed."

This grabs Nelson's interest. He arches an eyebrow.

"Long story," you add.

"Thank you, Amber," Vivian tells you. "We should focus on what comes next, now. There is a long day ahead of us tomorrow... and an even longer one for Mr. Dalton Cantor."

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

IT'S TIME

>>3757813
Do we still die if they take down the servers?

>>3757838
>I need some cyborg augmentations or something
Kek

>>3757867
>Amberquest
AAAAAAAAAAAA

>>3757867
oh SHIT

>>3757867
>"Alabaster...You're Camelia."

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>>3757867
Time for best terrorist!

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OH SHIT OH FUCK OH SBKT

>>3757867
OP, you will always be far better than what we deserve. A blessing in this dark night.

>>3757867
>"I do," you say. "Mara won't be the first Darkbloom I've killed."
A-Are we fucking Amber?

>>3757867
>OP studios makes an actual OP
Incredible. Truly incredible.

>>3757867
>that OP

Holy fucking shit, you outdid yourself

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>>3757867
I'm speechless at everything in this post.

>>3757867
Nice OP OP!

>>3757897
No, we were fucking Amber last season. No we ARE Amber

>>3757867
That OP is actually fucking amazing. Doing God's work

>>3757907
*Now
I can't type on my phone for shit

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You are Alabaster Soliloquy, hot-shit destroyer of anime pussy and hot-shit destroyer of pussy.

"Here's one for you. Do you know what the word 'perk' is actually short for?"

In times of crisis, you default to old habits -- trivia.

Whitney thinks for a brief moment. "...Perky?"

"Perquisite."

"That's the stupidest thing I ever heard."

Rose2 pokes her head into the office. "Hey Whitney, they were out of coffee. So I got you some popcorn instead."

"I take it back," Whitney tells you. "THAT'S the stupidest thing I ever heard."

Rose2 looks hurt. "Do you... not want popcorn?" She murmurs.

"Fuck yes I want popcorn," Whitney says, motioning with one hand, "bring it here."

Rose2 beams and delivers the goods.

"Our board problem should clear up soon," Whitney says. She takes a handful of popcorn from the white paper bag, shakes it around like dice, and then shoves it into her upturned mouth like an addict popping pills.

"So I hear," you say. "Any word on where our missing CFO is?"

"Nnnf," Whitney says, spraying kernels.

Grimacing, you dust the ones that hit you from your shirt. "Then what makes you so confident?"

Whitney swallows hard. "Viv is on it. And Amber -- Darkbloom hunter extraordinaire, apparently. If Dalton knows anything, they'll figure it out. We'll have mom and Alex back by sunset."

Somehow, you're skeptical.

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>>3757867
i'm (not) ready

>>3757927
>whitney doing whitney things
god i've missed this

>He even made an ending
Sasuga OP

>>3757959
Now now, save endings for endings~.

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Saul wheels Dalton on a dolly down a long flight of stairs, and into the fully finished basement of the Mallory home. Lush white carpet and a low stucco ceiling focus attention on a cozy fireplace, a pool table, and a red sectional that faces a theater system. An area in one corner tiled with slate holds diamond-shaped racks full of wine bottles, a minibar lit with bluish overhead mood lighting, and beer taps.

When Cerise Soliloquy lived the life of a NEET down here, she lived in the lap of luxury, you think.

"Jesus Christ," Armstrong says, "a rec room? Is the plan to... what -- aggressively bore him with Yahtzee until he fesses up?"

"I could go for a nice game of Yahtzee," Charlotte says, stepping forth from the minibar with her glass of chardonnay.

"God help me," Armstrong says.

Charlotte gulps the rest of her drink in one mouthful, and sets the now empty glass aside. Its base tinks against the counter. "I'm glad you're back," she tells Saul.

"No thanks to these idiots," Saul grumbles, jerking his head in the direction of Armstrong and Nelson. "They almost got us seen, fucking around trying to get Dalton in the van."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Armstrong says. "But while we're taking part in some constructive criticism -- let's just say I fail to grasp the the brilliance inherent to using the basement from the Brady Bunch as the setting for a high-stakes interrogation."

"We're not going to keep him in the rec room," Saul explains. "Quit your bitching."

Dalton is starting to come to, right on time. He shakes his head dazedly this way and that, realizing that he's bound hand and foot, and strapped vertically to the dolly. "Wh--whuh?"

Charlotte strides purposefully to the other end of the basement now, and Saul follows, wheeling Dalton. Charlotte lays a hand flat against a small divot in the wall that you wouldn't see unless looking for it. A secret door slides open, and the Mallorys, hostage in tow, enter the room beyond.

It's a miniature concrete dungeon. Complete with a steel table in the center, a torture rack on the raw brick wall, and a pegboard with various implements for inflicting pain arrayed about.

"Holy shit, you two are freaks," you can't help exclaiming as you take it all in.

Dalton, only now fully cognizant, stammers and sputters: "I-- what is th-- M-Mrs. Mallory? What is the meaning of this?"

"Welcome to the rumpus room," Charlotte says, smiling sadistically.

>>3757927
>Whitney and Rose2
This seems comfy, a little too comfy

>>3757964
Oh god holy shit

>>3757964
we never really saw the full power of rose's mom haven't we?

>>3757964
Um.

>>3757964
...That's some kind of fucking Rumpus room the Mallory's have got going on there.

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>>3757964
>the rumpus room

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>>3757964

>>3757964
uhh boys, what's the safe word?

>>3757964
>Charlotte lays a hand flat against a small divot in the wall that you wouldn't see unless looking for it. A secret door slides open, and the Mallorys, hostage in tow, enter the room beyond.
>It's a miniature concrete dungeon. Complete with a steel table in the center, a torture rack on the raw brick wall, and a pegboard with various implements for inflicting pain arrayed about.
The fuck?

>>3757964
God, I hope we get to fuck in here before everything goes south and we go north.

>>3757993
Dalton doesn't get a safe word.
It's more fun this way.

>>3757964
Oh fuck oh god

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"One crisis after another after another," Rose murmurs, sitting across from Whitney in her office.

"It's such a goddamn mess," you groan. You're at the window, peering down to the brass globe atop the fountain at the front gates. Every time you see it, you remember the night it toppled from its pedestal and crushed a man to death... not the only death you saw that night. You grimace. "We've got too much shit coming at us from every side, all at once..."

"Don't worry about a single thing, Ally. I've got it all taken care of."

You turn back. "How? Enlighten me."

"Step one: I'm going to China."

You have no earthly idea what to say to this, and tell her as much.

Whitney's response is a question: "Did you see the news this morning?"

When she's keeping better abreast of current events than you are, something is wrong. You shake your head.

"Check it out," she tells you. She swivels her monitor around. You go to her desk and peer at the headline with Rose:

>CFIUS Blocks Chinese Conglomerate's Historic $1 Trillion Acquisition of Alphabet Inc., Parent Company of Google

Which in turn sets off a typical argument between you and Rose:

"Wow. This administration actually did something right for once."

"There it is. Couldn't help yourself, could you."

"Please. Don't tell me you're still a supporter -- after all this--"

"Go fuck yourself. Literally, go fuck yourself."

Whitney groans. "Jimminy Christmas, you two. Shut the fuck up. If I have to listen to you argue politics one more time, I'm seriously gonna blow my brains out. No lie."

"Fine," you say. "So China isn't going to buy Google. It's not like they won't still be coming after our intellectual property. Sand Reckoner--"

"P'yeah," Whitney says. "I might be ignorant as shit, but I know one thing -- Sand Reckoner needs data, even a Chinese knockoff. They didn't want to buy Google for fun, they needed it. For whatever bullshit copycat they were working on. And so now we've got leverage... as they say in the biz."

"The biz," you repeat flatly.

"Yeah. That's biz lingo. Look it up."

"Leverage for what, precisely?" Rose prods.

"China's the biggest market old bio-dad couldn't break into. He made some accusations but he never got a foothole."

"Acquisitions," you correct, at the same time Rose says, "foothold?"

"So we can buy them out and get this chinky monkey off our backs," Whitney finishes.

"You shouldn't use that w--" Rose begins, but stops, sighing. She rarely bothers anymore, these days.

>>3757959
>>3757963
I've been honestly debating in my mind whether to watch it now or wait till the end for the past 10 minutes. I've stayed strong so far but God is it tempting

>>3757993
Kimochi warui.

>>3757964
I want to have a rumpus with Charlotte

>>3758008
I want to talk biz lingo with Whitney!

>>3758008
petite smug Chinese waifu inbound

>>3757993
I'll let you in on a secret.

There is nO SaFe WoRd.

>>3758008
>>CFIUS Blocks Chinese Conglomerate's Historic $1 Trillion Acquisition of Alphabet Inc., Parent Company of Google
Damn

>>3757772
we're back, baby!

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"And you've got a trillion dollars just lying around?" You sneer. "That's what they were going to pay for Google. So you can assume that's the starting offer if you want to buy them out."

"Buy low, sell high. That's another principle of the biz. We've got what they want, so they're gonna have to bend over and take it." She helpfully pokes an index finger in and out through the hole made by her other hand's fist.

You don't think DA's current monopoly over Sand Reckoner based technology has got anything to do with the stock trading acorn to buy low and sell high, but you don't argue the point.

"Please explain, as plainly as possible, what your plan is," Rose says. The patience of a saint when it comes to Whitney -- you envy it.

"If we own the rights to Sand Reckoner in China, we don't have to worry about any competition from them. At least not right now. More competition is the very last thing we need. We have to focus all our energy on Mara."

She has something like a point. Still... "We can talk about this when we've got your mom back safe," you try.

"No bueno," Whitney says. "I've already got the trip set up."

"You -- want to leave while your mother is still missing?" You breathe. "When are you planning on going?"

Whitney checks the time on her phone. "About two hours," she says.

Rose clutches her face and stifles a groan of frustration that instead comes out as a loud exhalation through her nose.

"You were planning on telling us this, when, exactly?" You demand.

"I literally just got off the phone with the CEO of Broad Dynamics like two minutes ago. He wants to meet now. Now as in yesterday. Said if we don't work something out pronto, he'll move forward with his other plans. Which means the time is now. We have to do this. And I'd appreciate it if you two were more, like... supportive... and shit."

"How are you even going to communicate with the people at Broad Dynamics?" You ask. "We would need someone with us who speaks Chinese. Not just any random translator. Someone we can trust -- someone who we can discuss company secrets in front of."

"Huh?" Whitney says. "That's no problem. We've got someone."

>>3758025
Synergy!

>>3758034
this reminds me: i miss makoto

>>3758034
Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no.

>>3758034
Ohh shit, here she comes.

>>3758043
Poor girl forgot that Japan is an American vassal state, and payed the price for it.

>>3758034
>"Huh?" Whitney says. "That's no problem. We've got someone."
I swear to God, if it's Rose2

>>3758034
I'm ready for the pain.

>>3758043
oops

>>3758041
>>3758058

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"...You know Chinese?" You ask Fazil, stunned. You, Whitney, and Rose sit with him in the executive dining hall, where Whitney had him meet you.

He takes a sip of his coffee. Thanks a lot, Rose2 -- apparently you weren't out after all. He says: "To a conversational level. However to say, I am not knowing the Chinese as well as I am knowing the English. But I do knowing."

"That's just -- really surprising, is the thing. You never mentioned it."

"Ah!" Fazil cries. "I see now the miscommunication. You are worrying of yet another double agent fiasco."

"That isn't th--"

"Do not worry, my best man." He puts a hand to his heart and raises the other aloft. "Solemnly I say: I hate the Chinese. If a djinn were to grant me three wishes, I would use the first to stamp that entire nation from existence."

"Maybe keep that to yourself while we're there," Rose says.

"Yes, of course."

"We need to go pretty quick," Whitney tells him. "Sorry for such short notice. Can you be packed and back here waiting within the hour?"

Fazil leaps to his feet. "You can depend on me. I will be back post-haste."

"You're the best, Fazil," Whitney says. "High five."

"High fiiiiive!" Fazil cries, sticking out his tongue and meeting Whitney's upheld hand.

He goes. On his way out, he passes Rose2 -- who's standing at the threshold of the dining room watching you like a bashful kitten.

"China?" She says.

"Who the fuck invited you?" Rose spits. You give your wife a disapproving glare, but she doesn't apologize.

"It's just a day trip," Whitney says. "We'll be back by Wednesday. You ok with staying at home by yourself? You'll have plenty of security."

"I... I guess so..." she sighs.

"We should head back together," Whitney adds. "I gotta get packed anyways."

"I need to get packed too," Rose says. She's intently focused on her phone's screen, clacking out an email, as she adds: "and let the rest of our board know about this. The ones we don't think want to murder us, anyway."

"Are -- you gonna go too, Ally?" Rose2 asks timidly.

[ ] I need to go too.
[ ] I'll stay behind to keep Rose2 company and take part in interrogating Dalton.

>>3758072
Blessed boy.
>[x] I'll stay behind to keep Rose2 company and take part in interrogating Dalton.

>>3758072
>[x] I need to go too.

It's time for Fuck Quest to go international.
Amber can handle Dalton and her sister.

>>3758072
[x] I'll stay behind to keep Rose2 company and take part in interrogating Dalton.

>>3758072
>[X] I need to go too.
Let's go meet Qiangxiang Xi.

>>3758072
>[ ] I need to go too.

>>3758072
>[x] I'll stay behind to keep Rose2 company and take part in interrogating Dalton.
Let's not put all of our eggs in one basket, someone should be stay here to deal with all of the other problems while they're gone

>>3758072
>[ ] I'll stay behind to keep Rose2 company and take part in interrogating Dalton.
ahhhhh both are good

>>3758072
>[x] I need to go too.
Alabaster Soliloquy, sex tourist!

>>3758072
>[X] I need to go too.
How does Fazil keep getting more based?

>>3758072
[x] stay behind
PROTECC BETTER ROSE

>>3758072
I trust in Fazil. He has not done wrong by us, and we should afford him this.

>[x] I'll stay behind to keep Rose2 company and take part in interrogating Dalton.

>>3758072
>[X] I'll stay behind to keep Rose2 company and take part in interrogating Dalton.

>[X] Hang back in America
I think I trust Rose, Whitney, and Fazil to handle anything that could come up. Plus it'd be good to be able to mobilize immediately if Dalton gives us any intel

>>3758072
>[X] I need to go too.

>>3758091
It's a hard choice, but I think we could be of some use in China.
Amber will take care of Dalton just fine, I think (I hope).

>>3758072
Damnit. On one hand, Renee and Alex are here, on the other hand, it's China.

>[ ] I need to go too.
We'll just have to make sure Whitney returns to actually reunite with her mom.

>>3758072
>[ ] I need to go too.

>[ ] I need to go too.

let’s see what happens in China.

This was a really hard one. As fun as fucking around in China sounds, staying here to deal with everything is also very viable. The only reason I swayed one way is because of Rose2

>>3758072
>[ ] I'll stay behind to keep Rose2 company and take part in interrogating Dalton.

>[x] I need to go too.

By one vote. Closing and writing.

>>3758153
You nerve-wracking motherfuckers.

>>3758153
YESSSSSSSSSSSSS

>>3758146
>>3758153

...Which is now a tie vote, right under the wire.

I'll have to account for this like with all tie votes, but Ally will fly to China for the time being.

>>3758163
AAAAAAAAAA

>>3758163
Fucking wew

>>3758153
>By one vote
And I almost wasn't able to make it here.

>>3758163
I was fucking curious to see what would happen in the event of the tie but I didn't think it would actually happen. I'm in for a wild ride

>>3758163
Never change, FQ

>>3758174
This quest has repeatedly, over and over, proven how important our singular choices our. If any one of us weren't here the way we are now, this quest as a whole would be in an incredibly different place. Stackleford could be dead. Who knows what would have happened with mom in ANY season? Every single choice creates a reckoning.

>>3758163
I have no idea how we're going to choose to both go to China AND stay here with Rose2 but I'm willing to bet it'll be incredibly entertaining

>>3758185
>Stackleford could be dead
I was born in the wrong reckoning

>>3758185
i just wish that it was the reckoning of my choosing

Alrighty, /fq/. What's your sin tonight while we all wait warmly?

For me, I'm watching TI. Probably some Diebuster later. Maybe grind a bit in FFXIV or work on a Mario Maker level in the meantime.

>>3758236
Rewatching that God tier OP over and over again

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>>3758236
Playing TTYD with the boyfriend! Who's /fq/'s favorite partner?

>>3758242
Count the 421s! There are a lot!

>>3758163
>but Ally will fly to China for the time being.
I can only hope that Noelle and Kay are already involved in the search for Renee and Alex, which should give the home team enough expertise and manpower for this task.

>>3758236
Work on two Makoto demo units to send to my friend travelling to Nippon this week so that I can hopefully actually sell hardware I'm making in retro computer stores in Japan!

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Charlotte tightens the leather strap around Dalton's chest, and takes a bit too much pleasure in doing so. It knocks the wind from him with a wheeze.

"Vivian..." he pleads. "You -- cannot be serious about this. Please see reason. This is a crime!"

"Where is Mara?" Vivian demands. Her diminutive stature places her head just a little bit above Dalton's where he lies on the cold slab. She grips the edge of the metal and peers contemptuously down at him.

"How should I know?" Dalton cries. "She resigned. She didn't tell me where she went!"

"We got two for the price of one," you say, circling the table, and peering down also. You're quoting Dalton's own words from earlier in the day, back to him -- the words from when he murdered Sable Guiteau: "We wanted only Dr. Carte, but we received also for our trouble Alex Best. You complete the trifecta."

"I don-- I--" he stammers. "I don't know what you're talking--"

You give him another of his greatest hits: "Somebody has to die. You or him."

"She saw everything," Vivian says. "Forego the dissembling. We know you were there. We know you helped take Ms. Carte and Alex Best. Now tell us where she took them."

"Vivian... Viv..." he's breathless with panic. "I've known you since you were only little. This isn't you. You're not a monster!"

"You are the monster," Vivian spits. "You murdered innocent people in cold blood. And you kidnapped a woman who is very dear to me... I will make sure you pay for that. With your life if needs be."

"This isn't you!" Dalton insists, again. His voice is nasally and bourgeois. What a pathetic wimp. "Your sister is making you do crazy things. She's putting crazy ideas in your head. Don't you remember when you called her an unreliable dullard -- a liability and a ticking time bomb? Those are your words! For the love of God... don't let that ticking time bomb make you into a killer too!"

Vivian's glare is icy and unflinching. "Whitney and I do not always see eye-to-eye. She has her way of operating, and I mine. But we are sisters -- Darkblooms, through and through. This company is our legacy to manage jointly. If need be, I know she will kill to protect it. And so will I."

Dalton gapes at her.

"Where is Mara?" Vivian repeats.

"I don't know."

You pick up the damp rag from a nearby table. You kneel over him and coo. "Army really fucked you up, huh? You should see the shiner he gave you. Holy shit."

You dab the shiny black bruise around his eye as if to help soothe it. He's trembling.

"See?" You say. "We're nice. Aren't we nice?"

You fold the rag neatly, and lay it over his face. "Charlotte, go get a pot of cold water."

She hurries out.

"What are you doing?" Dalton asks, his voice muffled by the terrycloth.

"Where is Mara?" Vivian says.

"I don't know! I don't know!"

"Bad answer," you tell him in an empathetic tone. "Sorry, Dalton. The next few minutes are gonna really suck for you."

>>3758236
Finally watching Symphogear. Just got to G and holy fuck the animation is so much better.

>>3758255
Please, that's the first thing I started doing. I'm just surprise it wasn't uploaded on 4:21

>>3758258
Kay definitely is but I doubt Noelle would be. We aren't enemies anymore but we aren't allies either, we're moreso neutral with her right now. At least not yet

>>3758269
Hooo boy.

>>3758269
God, I sure wish that were me.

>>3758269
Jesus

>>3757772
Fuck off and die OP

Also Rose2 ending pls.

Just for reference, water boarding (if done correctly) isn't just like having water dripped on you, it's broken terrorists who were ready to die in seconds.

>>3758316
To be fair, just having water dripped on you can do that too.

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When you come out of the rumpus room a little later, you find Armstrong and Nelson huddled over a table, playing Yahtzee. They're deep into their drinks -- and an intractable argument.

"I'm telling you," Armstrong says, "there's no fucking reason. There is absolutely NO reason to do it."

Nelson is beside himself. "What do you mean 'no reason'? It's hygienic, you maniac."

"Do you wash your hands every time you touch your face? Every time you touch your arm? No. You don't. So why in the hell do you need to wash your hands just because you touched your dick?"

"You are disgusting. You are, without question, the stupidest, most disgusting man I have ever had the displeasure of knowing."

"Unless you're splashing yourself with your own piss, you don't need to wash your hands after using a urinal. Period. Is that your issue here, Nelson? Is your little Jew dick too tiny to piss out of without dribbling all over your fucking fingers?"

"The handle of the urinal alone--"

"When was the last time you used a manual-flush urinal? They're all self-flushing nowadays. Anyway, chrome is a natural disinfectant. It's harmless."

"Oh my god. I've been shaking hands with you -- for YEARS -- but NEVER again."

"Your fucking problem is that you're too clean. You damn germophobe. This is why you had eight sick days last year. I had zero, by the way, in case you were wondering. Your autoimmune system is weaker than Tom Hanks at the end of Philadelphia."

You clear your throat to get their attention.

"Hate to interrupt you lovebirds," you say, "but I've got bad news. Dalton says he doesn't know where Mara went."

"He's lying," Armstrong says. "Go torture him some more."

"He's half-drowned as it is," you tell him. "He keeps losing consciousness. Seriously... what a fucking limp-dicked weasel. Why did you ever let him into your company?"

"Wasn't my choice," Armstrong says.

"Ask Vivian's dearly departed father," Nelson adds.

"He made a lot of questionable decisions, didn't he," Vivian muses. She sits on the red sectional, kicks off her black flats, and rests her besocked feet on the table. Her head slumps against the backrest. Poor thing is wiped.

>>3758356
Good lord, Armstrong. Nanomachines are only going to take you so far.

>>3758356
>Is that your issue here, Nelson? Is your little Jew dick too tiny to piss out of without dribbling all over your fucking fingers?"
I love these two

>>3758356
Really though, you should wash your hands BEFORE taking a piss.

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"Any case, that fucker knows more than he's letting on," Armstrong says.

"Obviously," you say. "But we need some time to rest -- and strategize. We'll give him a couple hours to think about his situation and then get right back to it first thing in the morning. Meanwhile--"

You hear the roar from the rumpus room: Charlotte putting on your CD.

"What in the--" Nelson says.

"True black metal!" You chirp. "Neat, huh? He'll have that to keep him company, looping on repeat, all night. Full volume, like God intended."

Charlotte scurries from the room and closes the hidden door. The sound of Burzum's inhuman wailing now is muffled through the thick brick walls.

"My what interesting taste you have in music," she says, voice fluttering, but trying to put a positive spin on it. "Does your mother know you listen to that?"

"She doesn't know I'm torturing someone in your sex dungeon, either," you say, frowning.

Charlotte turns neon red. "W-well... I'm doing this because Mara needs to be brought to justice..." She swipes a strand of hair behind her ear and smooths her mom jeans. "I like to believe I'm a very forgiving individual, but Mara... Mara Darkbloom deserves to die." Her voice begins to develop a crazed hitch as she continues: "She deserves to have the life snuffed out of her... to get strangled, or stabbed, or crushed.... slowly, slowly crushed, from the feet up, in an industrial grinder..."

"Charlotte?" Saul says.

"Sorry. I'm okay."

Nelson is peering at his phone. "Uh... Steven. Did you see this?"

"See what?"

"Check your email."

Armstrong does. His phone looks like a doll's accessory in his grip. "China?!" He hollers. "That dumb little -- goddamn it..."

He heaves himself up and hurries towards the stairs. "Thank you, Saul, for your hospitality," he says distractedly, "but I have to go stop our CEO from fucking us. You understand..."

Nelson follows like a puppy after his master when he thinks it's walk time. But Armstrong wheels on him and says: "You stay here."

"Excuse the hell out of me?"

"You stay here. The last thing we need right now is for our only halfway competent tech person to go missing. If those goddamn slants nabbed you the way the slavs did with Alex, we'd be royally screwed. Big time."

"Gee. Thanks for looking out for my well-being," Nelson says sarcastically.

"Anytime," he barks sarcastically back.

Vivian turns her head on the sofa's backrest, to half-face Armstrong: "Sincerely, Steven -- thank you. For helping us... for being on our side."

He laughs in his macho way. "Well. Your dad once told me if anything ever happened to him, to keep you safe."

"You took this command to heart, then?" Vivian murmurs.

"Fuck, no. I'm keeping me safe. But -- I do like you, kid."

He leaves.

Nelson stands there for a beat, looking uncertainly up the stairs leading from the basement, before turning back towards you. "Do you know how to play Yahtzee?"

>>3758398
Cast your votes now, which MILF is going to kill Mara?

>>3758413
They're going to tag-team her, after they finish tag-teaming us.

>>3758398
I just can't hate armstrong

>>3758398
Damn, just when I was thinking this quest was Yandere-free

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>>3758425
That mistake could be your last~

>>3758451
yeah i really think rose2 is a secret yandere, that's why i keep trying to pay attention to her to make her easier to tame

sadly other anons just don't understand

>>3758425
Remember Rose2's theater outburst, or the cookie flashback.
Or, more leniently, God rest her soul, Sable's gunplay lewd.
Alabaster's frequently one step away from being yandere'd, even if it's just for the sex.

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Vivian, her arms looped over the couch's back, is peering at a sign on the far wall that says "Live, Laugh, Love" in a faux cursive font.

"These trappings are dreadfully gauche..." she says.

"Yahtzee!!" Charlotte cries, picking up the red cup to reveal her dice. She either didn't hear or didn't care about Vivian's remarks, because she's busily shaking her balled-up fists excitedly and grinning ear to ear over her sudden luck.

"This damn night gets worse and worse," Nelson sighs. Charlotte marks her points down on her score sheet, but it hardly matters -- she was already running away with it.

"She cheats," Saul tells him. "I know she does."

"I'm not a cheater!" Charlotte pouts. "I just get lucky. That's all."

"Uh huh."

They scowl at each other.

"Amber..." Vivian says. "Are you as tired as I am?"

You shrug.

"Would you like to stay in the guest bedroom with me tonight? Some shut-eye would do wonders for me, I think. And to be frank, I would enjoy the company."

"I was just gonna crash on the couch down here," you say.

"With this awful music to accompany your rest?"

"Sure. I mean.... what... are you saying you want to sleep together?"

"I believe I am, yes."

Vivian Darkbloom, that pint-sized little capitalist, has a way of leaving you a bit speechless.

[ ] Stay with Vivian for the night.
[ ] Stay here with Charlotte, Saul, and Nelson.

>>3758465
>[x] Stay with Vivian for the night.
Time for cute

>>3758465
>[ ] Stay with Vivian for the night.

>>3758465
>[X] Stay with Vivian for the night

>>3758465
OH FUCK OH SHIT

>[x] Stay with Vivian for the night.
I ACTUALLY wonder what could possibly happen.

>>3758465
>[x] Stay here with Charlotte, Saul, and Nelson.

>>3758465
>[ ] Stay with Vivian for the night.

>>3758465
Oh god oh fuck oh
>[x] Stay with Vivian for the night.

>>3758465
>[X] Stay with Vivian for the night.
I want Vivian to dom Amber

>[x] Stay with Vivian for the night.

Please wait warmly.

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>>3758465
>[ ] Stay with Vivian for the night.

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>>3758484
I feel like I'm being pandered to specifically and I love it.

>>3758484
Oh how I’ve waited for those sweet words

>>3758465
>[ ] Stay with Vivian for the night.
What if it's super chaste

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>>3758465
>[X] Stay with Vivian for the night.

>>3758492
>What if it's super chaste
Famous last words

>>3758459
>secret
If she's trying to keep it a secret she's doing a terrible job. We've kept her happy so far but there have been of times where she's snapped

>>3758510
> ... she's doing a terrible job
As expected of the candy-coated cringe with her adorably room-temperature IQ.

>>3758514
>room-temperature
The funny thing is that this probably isn't even true during the summer

>>3758465
>Char/Saul/Nelson

>>3758484
>00:04:20
A near-miss for disaster.

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It sure is warm in here.

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https://pastebin.com/7RvXdh7u

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>>3758720

>>3758720
The time has come and so have I

>>3758720
This is
Wow
Oof
Oh wow

>>3758720
Those succubus genes are no joke.

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Whitney is snoring near the front of the plane, and a few seats down, Armstrong is guzzling his way through bottle after travel-sized bottle of Jack. An airborne SMATTERS unit, propelled by mini stabilizing rocket thrusters, drifts lazily up and down the aisle of the lush, wood-paneled private jet. It's being piloted by a bored Fazil, who sits somewhere in the back.

Sitting alone at one of the small, somewhat private tables, the high bright Pacific sun beating against you, you examine the silver band on your left ring finger. You consider it, its import and meaning. You think through hypothetical future introductions: "yes, nice to meet you... I'm Alabaster, and this is my wife" ... "I'd like you to meet my wife -- Rose" ... "and I assume you've already met Rose Soliloquy, my wife?" ... "Rose and I got married in September... well no, we're not trying, but we're not NOT trying -- if you know what I mean..." Though somewhat tarnished by wear from the years it belonged to your father, it glints, and you idly twist it back and forth with your right hand's thumb and index finger. Then you settle on merely staring at it; you turn your palm first one way, then the other, and back, over and again.

"Alabaster?"

Of course. Rose settles across from you. You quickly let your hand fall to the tabletop.

"How are you feeling about this?" She asks.

"About what? Flying to China on a whim? Renee and Alex getting taken hostage by Mara fucking Darkbloom? Or dead people who keep reappearing?"

"Start with China," Rose says. She pulls out a thick three ring binder. "I thought Whitney might want to have a summit with the people at Broad Dynamics, so I've already been gathering information about the company. There's not much here, unfortunately..."

You nod at the binder. "That looks like much."

"This is the sum total of everything I could find. Bear in mind we're discussing a mega-conglomerate that had $1 trillion of liquid capital available to purchase Google outright. It could very well be the most cash-rich corporation on Earth. This? This binder is nothing on a corporation that size. It's like they're ghosts."

You shake your head. Rose begins to go into the details -- such a detail-oriented person, which annoys the hell out of you, but in times like these, it's a boon. But right now there's something else that's been bothering you. All day, all week -- all year.

[ ] Ask her if she remembers her love confession in the sewers beneath Darkbloom Analytics.
[ ] Don't ask.

>>3758746
>[ ] Don't ask.

>>3758746
>[ ] Ask her if she remembers her love confession in the sewers beneath Darkbloom Analytics.

>>3758746
[x] Ask her if she remembers her love confession in the sewers beneath Darkbloom Analytics

>>3758746
>[x] Ask her if she remembers her love confession in the sewers beneath Darkbloom Analytics.
The sooner we get this done, the sooner we get to avoid the bad end that was foreshadowed last season.

>>3758746
>[x] Ask her if she remembers her love confession in the sewers beneath Darkbloom Analytics.

Of course apologizing for what we said afterwards isthe obvious choice after. She knows why we said it, cuz she pulled the same thing on us. I feel she'd understand.

>>3758746
>[X] Don't ask.

>>3758746
>[x] Don't ask.

>>3758746
>[ ] Ask her if she remembers her love confession in the sewers beneath Darkbloom Analytics.
This prompt coming out of nowhere is incredibly suspicious

>>3758746
>[ ] Ask her if she remembers her love confession in the sewers beneath Darkbloom Analytics.

It has actually been almost exactly a year since that happened. Sasuga OP.

>>3758746
>[x] Ask her if she remembers her love confession in the sewers beneath Darkbloom Analytics.

>>3758746
>[X] Ask her if she remembers her love confession in the sewers beneath Darkbloom Analytics
We might as well. But, if we do, we might as well be tsundere about it.

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>[x] Ask her if she remembers her love confession in the sewers beneath Darkbloom Analytics.

"Hey," you say softly, interrupting Rose's description of the company's CEO -- a politburo higher-up turned capitalist named Li Xi. "Listen. There's something I wanted to ask about. Something that's been on my mind for the past few weeks..." you glance down again at your wedding band. "Maybe it's not a good time, but I just have to ask..."

"Go ahead," Rose says, kind of wagging her head in an expectant circle.

"Last year after all that insanity with Camelia, and Tyrus... and the bombs I had under the campus... when I had to go down into the sewers to defuse them. You remember all of that?"

"I'd be hard-pressed to forget it."

"Well. There's another piece of it, too. My memory of that night is..." You take a deep breath, pause, and then begin: "I was down there, working on defusing all the bombs. I was way behind, I was never going to make it in time. And there I was with the deadline about to hit -- when you showed up. You came down into the sewers."

Rose's eyes search your face, and her lips are partially parted in mute bafflement, as you go on.

"I told you to go away, but you insisted on staying. You said you wanted to help me defuse the bombs. And I kept saying -- go away, go away -- I said awful things -- but you told me you wouldn't go. You said you were in love with me."

A long moment passes.

"Do you remember that?" You ask.

Her answer is flat. "No. I rather think I would."

Another, even longer moment passes.

You ask, bluntly: "Is reality broken? Do you think?"

"Yeah. Reality is broken."

You rest your forehead in your palm.

"Wait," Rose drawls. "You mean to tell me you knew for over a year that I was in love with you? And you never--"

"Oh for f--"

"--never bothered to say, even once: 'by the way, Rose, me too'?"

"Will you stop already?"

"You unbelievable ass. You fucking prick!"

"I asked you about it!" You insist. You throw your hands up. "I asked you about that conversation just a few days later and you said you didn't remember."

"I didn't!"

"So in my head, at the time -- I'm thinking, well, she doesn't want to deal with that right now. How the fuck was I supposed to know that we got sucked into a tear in the fabric of spacetime? Tell me."

"Extraordinary. You are absolutely extraordinary, Alabaster. I cannot believe you."

"I'm extraordinary? No. You are."

Rose mockingly quotes your own words: "'She doesn't want to deal with that right now.' Wow. The one and only time you decide not to pester me with a conversation you think will get under my skin--"

"This is what you choose to bitch about? Fan-fucking-tacular, Rose. Reality is literally coming apart at the seams and you're still nagging at me because I didn't do exactly what you want."

"I really, honestly don't know why I bother with you sometimes."

>>3758782
>Li Xi
Oh no.
The new girl is Chinese Vivian.

>>3758789
Sorry:
Oh yes*
The new girl is Chinese Vivian.

>>3758746
>Armstrong drinking Jack
watch out Senator, might get ripped.
>>3758782
>"Extraordinary. You are absolutely extraordinary, Alabaster. I cannot believe you."
>"I'm extraordinary? No. You are."
Alabaster Reeves.

>>3758782
Maybe she actually does remember but she's feigning denial to one-up us.

>>3758782
I can tell this is going to be a long trip

I love it

Sorry I missed it, was watching the new Invader Zim.

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Rose2 strides by. "Hey, I'm going to the snack bar. Do you two want anything?"

"I'll take some Shasta," you say, hardly glancing up.

"Diet for me," Rose says.

"Mkay," Rose2 hums. She scuttles past.

"Anyway," you go on, "it's not like you were throwing me any signals or anything. There's playing hard to get and then there's whatever the fuck it is you do all the time."

"You're such an ass. You are such a miserable fucking asshole."

"Bitch, bitch, bitch. We're married now. What else do you want?"

"For you to not act like such a--"

She stops mid-sentence. She turns in her seat, and gazes down the aisle. You poke your head out, too, realizing the same thing she just did.

"Didn't we leave her at home?" Rose breathes.

"Jesus Christ."

"I can't even -- how?"

You stand and stroll down the aisle to intercept your stowaway.

>>3758808
>Rose2 in China
This? I like this

>>3758808
Oh god dammit.

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>>3758808

>>3758808

Make that 3 Roses in China.

>Thesis
>Antithesis
>Rose(2)this

>>3758808
I, for one, am quote excited to see Alabaster, Rose, Whitney, Fazil, and Rose2's political adventures in China

>Fuck Quest
>AmberQuest
>KayQuest: Palau

Season 4 is going to be one hell of a ride. The Fuckening can no longer be contained to one point of view.

>>3758746
>[X] Ask her

>>3758832
Same

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Rose2, arms full of snacks (for her) and drinks (for you), is startled when she turns away from the fridge to find you looming over her.

"Ally! Oh hey!"

"Hey."

She tries to hand you your drink, awkwardly shifting the rest of her goodies to one arm pressed against her prodigious chest to keep them steady. But you ignore her outstretched offering.

You frown at her. "Have you ever seen in an anime series, when the girl does something really stupid, and the MC whacks her over the head?"

She gazes vacantly up at the low, curved ceiling. "Hmm? Oh, sure. Yeah, I've seen that."

You whack her over the head.

"Oof-- what th-- rude!!"

You whack her again.

She steps back, curls her lips to one side of her face and stares reproachfully up at you. "That hurts! What the heck!"

"You're an idiot. Why aren't you back at home?"

"Cuz I wanted to come with you!"

You whack her.

"Oof-- stop it! That really hurts!"

"How did you get here?"

"I snuck into your suitcase!"

You peer around the thin partition of the snack bar towards the rear of the fuselage. Your suitcase lies on the ground in front of the luggage bin, open -- and empty. There wasn't room enough for both Rose2 and your personal things in one suitcase, apparently.

You whack her again. She drops her snacks. "Ow! I get it, okay? Geez."

[ ] She needs more punishment.
[ ] That's enough. Debrief with Whitney and Rose on the upcoming summit.

>>3758849
>[x] That's enough. Debrief with Whitney and Rose on the upcoming summit.

She wants the punishment, and does not deserve it.

>>3758849
>[ ] She needs more punishment.
Time to bully

>>3758849
>[x] She needs more punishment.
Has Alabaster joined the mile high club yet?

>>3758849
>[ ] That's enough. Debrief with Whitney and Rose on the upcoming summit.

>>3758849
>[x] She needs more punishment.
I can't resist.

>>3758849
>[ ] She needs more punishment.

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>>3758863
Surprisingly not

>>3758849
[x] she needs more punishment
BULLY

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>>3758872
It happened in Season 1, there's no way we were getting off this plane without earning our wings.

But what's the next step of OP's master plan?

>>3758863
Not this run, no. (I don't think).

>>3758849
>[X] She needs more punishment.
It's time for whacking heads, and bapping heads (figurative).

>>3758849
>She needs more punishment.
>WHILE we debrief with Whitney and Rose on the upcoming summit.

>>3758889
I voted expecting a tie vote that steered this direction desu. It's what I've come to expect of /fq/ at this point.
We're greedy fuckers.

[X ] That's enough. Debrief with Whitney and Rose on the upcoming summit.
Not fucking her is the real punishment here.

>>3758889
Oh yoooou

>>3758849
Pitching in my support.

>>3758889
>She needs more punishment.
>WHILE we debrief with Whitney and Rose on the upcoming summit.

>>3758889
100% this

>>3758889
[x] This

>>3758889
Smart, I'd switch my vote to this from
this (please be me) >>3758869

Are we really doing this? Fuck it, I'll support >>3758889

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>OP right now

>>3758927
>Implying he doesn't like it

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>>3758968
Here we go again.

>>3758968
Fuck yeah

>>3758968
holy fucking shit

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>>3758968

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Rose2, still sniffling, lies curled up, her head in your lap, her fists balled. You pet her hair tenderly with long, gentle strokes.

"Behave yourself while we're in China," you tell her.

"Y-yes..." She nuzzles your crotch.

"What's this guy's name again?" Whitney asks. She's kicked back, still naked, legs crossed, sucking on a Tootsie pop.

"Li Xi," Rose replies. She's got her blouse on, but she hasn't bothered to clothe herself from the waist down yet.

"Luigi?"

"Li Xi."

"It's, like, where's Mario? Right? I don't wanna deal with second banana here. Gay."

"Whitney, what did we say about using that word that way?"

"Gaaaay."

Rose purses her lips and gives you a look as if to say "are you going to do anything?" You shrug at her.

Armstrong heads back. He's no longer anything like shocked to see such uninhibited displays -- just bemused. "We're touching down in a few minutes. Might want to grab some fig leaves, huh? There's gonna be press there. Don't wanna have your bare asses plastered all over international news."

"Why not?" Whitney says. You're a little disturbed that she seems genuinely curious.

You force her to her feet and toss her clothes at her. Reluctantly, she dresses.

>>3758968
Okay, that was a lot meaner than I was expecting. I kind if feel bad now

>>3758990
Less mean than what I wanted. I was all for shoving her back in the suitcase with a vibrator up her cunt, THEN fucking Whitney and Rose on top of her.

>>3758990
Guess we're gonna have to fuck her later to make up for it. It can't be helped

>>3758994
I don't know anon, I was all for punishing her but as soon as I read:
>Rose2 paws at your knees. "Alllyyyyy," she cries pathetically. "I came all this way 'cause I wanted to be with you..."
I felt pretty guilty. She's like a small animal that doesn't know any better. That type of shit is my weakness

>>3758316
Torture of any variety is as likely to give you false confessions/information as real information

They'll say whatever they think will get you to stop, even if it's not true.

From the very first lewd scene of Season 2:

>"Yes!" is all she can say, loud enough to wake up Beijing, "Fuck yes! Fuck!"

Hello, Beijing! Thanks, Whitney.

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You wake up nude, with Vivian's head still in your crotch. That's how she slept: with her nose nestled right where the sun don't shine. On her dreaming face she wears a goofy grin. You've come to with whatever the female equivalent of morning wood is -- a first, for you at least. And as Vivian stirs, she can't help noticing it. She begins again to get to work, and you run your fingers through her silken hair, and it all promises to turn into a redux of last night.

Unfortunately then, you hear a buzzing noise from somewhere down on the ground, and Vivian, getting up, tells you it's her phone. She digs through her purse, looking as disgruntled as you are, and finds it.

"Well? Who interrupted us?" You ask.

"Ms. Kay Vera."

"Ugh. Journalists."

Vivian frowns at you. She shows you the screen:

>There's a famous mathematician I always liked by the name of Georg Cantor. I read that he spent most of his time doing research in his university's basement... and the conditions down there were real torture.
>You know a lot about him, right? Let me in, maybe we can have a chat.

"Subtle," you say.

"Shall we invite her inside?"

"Well, that depends on how much ol' Charlotte feels the spirit of hospitality this morning."

"I am asking you," Vivian says. "Not Mrs. Mallory. What do you think?"

[ ] Let her in.
[ ] Keep her out.

>>3759028
>[x] Let her in.

>>3759028
>[x] Let her in.
She already knows, may as well put her to work.

>>3759028
>[ ] Let her in.

>>3759028
>[x] Let her in.
Kay v. Amber? Fuck yes.

>>3759028
>[ ] Keep her out.
CHAOS ROUTE

Not that I dislike the pairing (it's my favorite, I love it), but Vivian's obsession with Amber is slightly concerning to me.

>>3759038
Same, it seems weirdly excessive

>>3759028
>[ ] Let her in.

A team and B team are both pretty great here.

>>3759028
>[X] Keep her out
Vera's got a place in this story, but I don't think it's here.
And, the fact that she's here is highly suspicious.

>>3759028
>[x] Let her in.

>>3759038
We did get a slight peek into Viv's mindset during the bachelorette party, and at the time I had attributed it to her inebriation, but that doesn't seem to be the case. She really is obsessed with her for no reason. It's off-putting.

Of course, this is the same girl that was obsessed with Alabaster for the dumbest reason in the universe, so...

>>3759047
meant for
>>3759042

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>[x] Let her in.

Kay barges in just as soon as you unlock and open the front door.

Charlotte, rushing in from the kitchen, is aghast. "Who invited you?" She turns to you. "Why are you letting a reporter into this house at a time like this?"

Kay shuts the door behind her. "I'm not here as a reporter," she says.

"Bull," Charlotte cuts in. "People like you are always looking for a scoop."

She laughs derisively. "'What a scoop!' Is that the kind of thing you imagine I sit around saying at a time like this?"

"Yes."

"Well, it's not."

"You literally just did," you counter.

"Literally go fuck yourself. I -- who even are you? Lord in heaven."

You smirk at her.

"Are you people insane?" Kay demands. "Did you honestly kidnap --" she glances this way and that, leans in, brings her voice to a whisper. "Did you honestly kidnap a member of your company's own board? What the fuck?"

"Dalton Cantor murdered Sable Guiteau," Vivian says. "He helped kidnap some of our own, as well. Renee Carte and Alex Best. This is retaliation -- and a search for information."

"So this place is your own personal Abu Ghraib now, huh?" Kay says.

"Know a lot about that place?" You say.

Kay wheels on you. "What?"

"I said, do you know a lot about that place? Abu Ghraib?"

"Yooou..." Kay drawls. "Do I know--" but she stops, trails off. She moves on: "Where is he?"

"Downstairs, not that it's any of your business," Charlotte says. "Keep yourself out of this."

"I can't. I'm gonna get killed too over this shit. I'm in way too deep as it is. You're going to have Mara Darkbloom bringing the wrath of god down on all of us. You fucking psychos!"

You somehow can't help but notice the barest hint of a smile on her lips despite her accusatory words.

>>3759050
Oh my, now THIS is interesting.

>>3759047
I think the reasoning is cause their implants are naturally connected but yeah I didn't expect that to lead to something bordering on obsessive

>>3759050
Oh she likes it.

>>3759054
It's definitely gotta be implant related, but remember that Amber isn't even WEARING Catachresis. So there's another layer to it.

>>3759050
Kay's gonna get herself shot one of these days

>>3759057
I know she doesn't currently have the implant but I'd be surprised if her connection to it isn't still there. Stored somehow

>>3759060
Eh, she could probably catch the bullet.

>>3759066
Yeah, but it sure as hell wouldn't be a good time

The time is now 4:21 AM.

>>3759050
>Did you honestly kidnap a member of your company's own board? What the fuck?
How in the everloving shit does she know about the kidnapping already?

This is bad news.

it's 4:21

>>3759078
She has a nose for scoops, of course! Having someone like that firmly in our pocket is probably good... as long as she stays in there.

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Charlotte turns off the music. Dalton is half-batty, shivering like he's got hypothermia. His gaze is unfocused and jumpy, jittery. He shakes his head this way and that as if delirious. He tries to speak through chattering teeth: "P-p-p-please... I... know nothing..."

"Fucking Christ," Kay breathes.

"I d-d-don't know where she is, but... I'm in c-c-contact... she... expects a c-c-call from me t-today..."

"She's not getting it," you say.

"If she doesn't get that call, she'll know something's up," Kay says. "She'll know we know -- she'll know we've got him. And then what happens?"

Charlotte frowns. "She's right."

"Yeah?" You say. "And who's to say he's telling the truth. Maybe he's trying to talk his way out of it with a load of horseshit. How is it he doesn't know where Mara went, but he's still in touch?"

Kay flicks your forehead. "Dolt. Isn't that how you would do it if you were Mara? Exactly for this fucking situation? She left him at DA knowing this could happen. Of course she didn't tell him where she went."

You growl at her, but even Vivian is against you on this one: "Yes. That makes sense. That being the case -- maybe it is time to dispose of Mr. Cantor."

"N-no!" Dalton cries. "No! I -- can help. I'll help you!"

"Shut up," you tell him.

"I don't know where she is -- but I'll stay in touch with her -- and help you find out -- please! I swear it. Vivian, you know I have a wife -- I have children -- please..."

"Fuck..." Kay breathes. She ushers you all from the room and shuts the door behind her, shutting off Dalton's continued pleading too. Out in the main area of the basement, with Saul and Nelson crowding around, Kay explains:

"The way I see it, we have three options. Option A. We take Dalton up on his offer. He says he'll turn triple agent. Of course the risks there are obvious. Option B. We get whatever info we think we can from him, and --" She draws a finger across her throat. You get the message. "Of course as soon as he's dead, Mara will know it. And who knows what she does in response. She could kill Renee and Alex, for a start."

Vivian winces.

"She won't do that," Nelson says. "She took them because she needs them."

"Fine. Then she'll just kill us, then," Kay says.

Charlotte shakes her head.

"Option C," Kay says. "We keep or kill Dalton, but in any case we keep him out of contact with Mara. And try to make Mara think he's still alive, by posing as him."

"How?" You ask.

"Fucked if I know. I'm just spitballing. If you fuck that up, the risks are the same. And by the way, you need to convince his family he's still around too. Because as soon as there's a missing person report..." She trails off. "If there isn't one already. Morons."

"Well?" Vivian asks. "What is our course of action?"

You all glance uneasily around.

[ ] Option A. Turn Dalton into a triple agent.
[ ] Option B. Finish interrogating Dalton and kill him.
[ ] Option C. Keep Dalton alive for now, and pose as him for any contact he needs with Mara.

>>3759078
Reporter powers?

>>3759083
>[x] Option A. Turn Dalton into a triple agent.

>>3759083
God dammit, these are all terrible ideas, but I can't think of anything better.

For want of a nail...

>[x] Option A. Turn Dalton into a triple agent.

It's the least risky, even if fucking sucks.

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I'm going to call it for tonight. Please stay tuned Sunday evening at 9 PM EST / 6 PM PST for the conclusion of the episode! The voting can continue until then, since this is a big one!

>>3759078
>>3759085
I usually don't answer questions of this nature, but you can assume she saw the kidnapping and followed them back to the Mallory home. Then staked the place out all night waiting for more activity, before finally sending the text.

>>3759083
>[ ] Option C. Keep Dalton alive for now, and pose as him for any contact he needs with Mara.

Triple agent would be mechanically easier but I can't see any way to effectively threaten him more than Mara would be able to, and killing him is probably a wasted asset.

>>3759083
>[ ] Option C. Keep Dalton alive for now, and pose as him for any contact he needs with Mara.