>>4867318
Aww yeah, time for comfy.

>>4867318
Haha, time for PLOT!

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You come back triumphant after giving North High's E-sports team a thrashing. ggez. The moms are still at work, so you have the house to yourself for an hour or two, and figure you could stand to read some doujin to pass the time. Comic LO or Comic MILF, or maybe something new and spicy. You haven't decided, but just considering it on your way down the hall to your room is already making you tingly.

On the other side of the bedroom door, Gideon is standing at your bookshelf. He's admiring the figmas and manga there. He runs his hand along one of the spines as he regards you in profile, and says: "did Luffy find the One Piece yet?"

You shriek. "Help! HELP! FUCK!"

Gideon closes the small distance with a single stride and lays a palm flat over your mouth. "Be quiet. I need to t--"

You find the can of mace in your backpack's side pocket and, whipping it out, you give Gideon a couple spritzes. Howling, he stumbles backwards in a wide semicircle, his momentum only halting when he butts up against your PC desk and chair. He clutches his eyes. His face flushes red. He pours mucus and tears. "Goddamn it!" He grunts. "Fucking -- shit, ow--"

"HELP!" You cry. You turn back and forth like an oscillating fan, looking for someone, you're not sure who. "HEEEEEEEELP!"

Gideon goes for you again, blinded and still in agony, stumbling and knocking things off your desk as he flails. You grab the nearest hefty object in your reach, a Daruma doll, and bludgeon him repeatedly over the head to force him back. He swats at you, tries to fend you off, but can't see where you're coming from. He's stooping slightly, backpedaling, covering his face with the crook of his elbow. At last, he knocks the doll from your hands. You halt in fright. He uncovers his face to see you through squinting, tear-filled eyes -- and cold clocks you in the solar plexus, flooring you. You wheeze.

"Jesus Christ," he says between spittling coughs.

"Help..." you croak.

"I'm not here to hurt you! I need to talk to you!"

You lie on the floor staring back at him. Groping, Gideon finds a hoodie of yours made from jersey material. It's draped around the metal rod connecting the back of your PC chair to the seat. He pats it against his face to dry his still badly irritated eyes. But then taking a couple sniffs and grimacing, he pulls the thing away and examines it in semi-horror. He drops the garment to the floor.

"You're a fighter, I'll give you that," he says. He pulls tissue after tissue from the box by your monitor and loudly blows his nose. He wads the tissues up and tosses them away, to balance precariously on the mound already overflowing from your wastebasket. "You have allergies or something?..." he asks. He shakes his head. Sits at your gaming chair. "Anyway. I need to talk to you."

>>4867325
oh jesus christ, fuuuuuuck this guy

>>4867325
GIT 'IM, WES. GIT THAT SUMBITCH.

>>4867325
Also, don't we have security? I hope somebody gets fired for this blunder.

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"How did you get past my security..." you say, rising to your elbows and butt on the ground.

"I used to do this for a living. Tyrus Kang and his rent-a-cops are easy enough to slip past, if I want to. Now I don't suppose Mr. Kang or your father have told you about my former associate being back in town, have they."

"Your former associate... what?"

"I thought so." From his breast pocket, he produces a photograph, and drops it on the ground. You pick it up. The man in the photo is gaunt, pale almost to the point of albinism, lanky -- and his eyes gleam evilly. He looks like a real creep.

"Samuel Buridan. Well, that was his alias, anyway. I worked with him for five years and never knew his real name. He didn't know mine, either." He pulls a cigarette and a lighter out, lights up. You give him a hard stare. He isn't moved. Pocketing the lighter again, his voice made strange by speaking with the cigarette's filter between his lips, he says: "this is one of the few rooms on Earth where cigarette smoke would improve the olfactory ambiance. So don't worry about it." He takes a long drag.

"Why are you telling me this?" You ask.

"Someone has to tell you that your room stinks."

"Not that."

"I told Kang's crony, who may or may not have been smart enough to pass it on to the boss, but now I'm telling you. Because if Buridan is in town, he could be targeting you -- or he could be targeting my own family. And crazy as it is to think that a teenage girl with a stinky bedroom is the only rational person connected to this situation, she is. I know you care about Summer, and I know you won't let anything happen to her if you can help it. So I trust you to act accordingly."

>>4867333
I think our security is kind of sort of supposed to maybe be protecting him? I dunno. Definitely seems like a big oversight to me

>>4867337
Bad bad bad bad bad
I do not like this man

>>4867337
what a rude dude.

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"You're a real asshole, has anyone ever told you that?"

Gideon shrugs. "Sure." His face lights up, and he seems to remember something. He reaches into his coat pocket again. For a brief and terrifying instant you think he's going to shoot you, but he pulls out something much stranger than a gun. It's a mask, covered with false eyes of many shapes and sizes, all inset with sapphires for the irises. He tosses it at you, and by reflex you catch it. You turn it over in your hand, examining it. "They wear these at council meetings to stay anonymous," Gideon tells you.

"Why?"

"You're not supposed to be an individual in Instrumentalism. Self-ness is forbidden." You goggle at him. "More practically," he continues, "Instrumentalism's structure is compartmental by design. The leaders don't know each other, or at least they claim not to. Mid-level leadership doesn't know each other, anyway. I'm sure the high council are all buddies." He ashes his cigarette in an empty can of energy drink on your desktop. "Well, keep that mask. It could be useful."

"What the hell am I going to do with this creepy Halloween mask?" You stand, your fear and confusion fast being replaced with anger that courses hot through your veins. "What the f--"

"I'm at least 75% sure you're going to run and tell Tyrus Kang and Alabaster Soliloquy about my being in your bedroom today, and 95% sure they'll try to have me killed if you do. So I may be gone, but you might still take the opportunity to peek on what your family gets up to."

You gesticulate. "My family? What's that supposed to mean?"

Gideon snuffs his cigarette out on the rim of the can and stows what remains behind his ear. "I don't know the upper echelons of Instrumentalism myself, but I did find out where they're having their next high council meeting. In a server facility under the basement of a company you may have heard of. Darkbloom Enterprises."

OP: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Atvsg_zogxo

>>4867345
oh no oh god oh fuck oh FUCK.

>>4867345
>I did find out where they're having their next high council meeting. In a server facility under the basement of a company you may have heard of. Darkbloom Enterprises.

AAAAAAA

>>4867345
Can we kill Gideon now? Whatever nebulous benefit he was providing, it's somewhat undercut by him breaking in to gaslight Wes and Tom Sawyer her into doing his dirty work

Two things:

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buridan%27s_ass

and

If they're meeting there, that means they have a mole within DE, right? They thinking back to the mooks we met before, they seemed to imply as much. Who is it?

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"Wake up."

N-Mom is standing over your bed, arms folded.

"Let me guess," you say. "I'm gonna be late."

"If you keep sleeping like this, I'll have to take you to the doctor. It's not normal."

"It's normal, Mom. It's so normal."

"Staying up until 5 AM every night playing video games is going to wreck you in the long run. You need to take better care of yourself..." Naggy as she is, at least N-Mom is talking to you. K-Mom still hardly looks you in the eye after what happened with Amelia a couple nights ago. "At this rate, you'll be too exhausted for your homecoming dance tonight."

You feel a jolt of fright. Homecoming. Shit. Fuck. Oh God.

You sit up in bed. N-Mom starts for the door. "Your mother is making breakfast. Get your butt ready for school and grab a bite to eat."

As she leaves, your eyes settle again on the mask Gideon left you with. You have it resting on the Daruma doll on your shelf, like the doll is a wig stand -- for want of a better place to keep it.

Gideon's parting comments have left you feeling a perpetual, low-level seasickness. The suggestion that your father could be part of this cult is insane, of course... you reject it without even considering it. But not so much the suggestion that someone else close to you might be. David Darkbloom... what do you really know about that man? This cult is popular among directionless billionaires quite like him, rich old men who've lost their religion and are seeking out something else to fill the void, something to give them purpose before they shuffle off their mortal coil. And like Gideon said, there's no way something like this council meeting could happen at the main campus of Darkbloom Enterprises without the top dog knowing.

So what would happen if you told your dad? Or anyone else for that matter?

[ ] Keep this to yourself until you can learn more.
[ ] You should tell someone. [write in who.]

>>4867357
> [x] You should tell the moms

>>4867357
>[ ] You should tell someone. N-Mom.

>>4867345
Fuck this piece of shit desu

>>4867357
>[x] You should tell someone. [Noelle and Kay]
They're both trustworthy, and in a position to actually do something about it instead of just freaking out

>>4867357
>[x] You should tell R-mom.

Sounds like a job for Rose.

>>4867357
>[X] You should tell someone.
Specifically we should tell everyone. K-Mom, N-Mom, Alabaster, Tyrus, Mr. S, Aunt Rose, Aunt Rose, the homeless guy who picks up cans by the grocery store...

Well, at least Ally/Tyrus/Moms anyway. Gideon is trying to seduce Wes into doing his dirty work because he'd rather some strange girl get murdered than him. "Oh Wes, you're so much smarter than everyone else. Your parents just don't get it! They're probably in on the conspiracy. Here, use this to go sneak into the highly dangerous cult jamboree." I do not trust this man as far as I can throw him

>>4867362
Just and idea but what ifwe get chloe, she wants alabaster maybe she can send in the chinese hit squad as a favor. Im sure wes knows some about her

>>4867372
Anon the goal is to AVOID global thermonuclear war this time

>>4867376
fair, but i'm a sucker for terrible decisions. It's the classic with /fq/

>>4867372
Think to the OVA, Anonymous-dono. Relations were icy at best. And no way a Chinese hit squad goes near those servers.

Also, changing my vote
>>4867368
to Aunt Anna. Makes more sense after some thought.

>>4867381
I don't think we really need a hacker when we own the building, and it's probably best to not get Cerise involved in any scandals right now. If we need her we can get her in on it later maybe

>>4867357
>[x] You should tell the mums

>>4867385
Surely Anna is in a position to know the ins and outs of our cyber-security better than anyone - she can monitor the meeting for us without putting anyone in danger that doesn't need to be. Or can delegate to someone who can.

How's Fazil doing these days?

>>4867357
> [X] You should tell the moms
> [X] and the dad

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Workmen are busy dismantling the center island in the kitchen where you usually eat non-dinner meals. They're going to be installing black slate.

"Fucking bullshit..." N-Mom mutters as she glumly chews toast on the living room sectional.

K-Mom, beside her, preens and giggles smugly.

You nibble at a piece of bacon and sit on the lush carpet, resting with your back against the couch.

"So I'm guessing first period is a write-off, then," N-Mom says.

You check the time. 8:30. "Yeah," you say.

"If you miss another class because you can't wake up with your alarm, I'm going to bring back spanking," K-Mom warns you. Bring it back? K-Mom never brought it the first time. All bark, no bite. She's been making empty threats of spanking since you can remember.

"Kay," N-Mom chides.

"What? She needs some goddamn discipline. God knows you won't do it."

"Blah blah," N-Mom says.

"Gideon was in my bedroom last night."

Your Moms stop bickering and gawk at you. You examine your bacon as if there's something intensely interesting there.

"What?" K-Mom says.

"Gideon Denali broke into my room... uh... he didn't threaten me, or anything, but..."

You calmly explain the whole blow-by-blow.

Your mothers were the right people to go to. They talk between themselves at blitzkrieg speed, drafting strategies: one or both of them to henceforth be in the house at all times. Confronting Tyrus about the lapse in security and making sure your family's detail gets beefed-up. Keeping you on your normal schedule, so as not to arouse any outside suspicions -- school, extracurriculars, everything -- but you'll be on the shortest leash you've ever had, with your moms lurking in the background everywhere you go... joy. They'll dig for any speck of dirt they can get on this Buridan person, and put out the APB for Gideon Denali -- if he shows his face again, he'll end up in cuffs, and that's if he's lucky. They shoo the contractors out, putting the work on indefinite hiatus, so your kitchen counters will be out of commission for a while.

"Should we tell Alabaster?" N-Mom asks.

K-Mom thinks about this. "He'll act rashly. We need some clarity on what we're dealing with first. What if David Darkbloom or someone else close to us is involved after all?"

N-Mom folds her arms and stares at the ceiling. "Maybe it's time to bring Liz in for some interrogation."

You feel sick to your stomach.

>>4867405
Go Team Mom.

Was the bet really over the countertops? This makes the hiatus even funnier.

>>4867405
Fuck yeah, competent moms getting shit done

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Will, Noah, and Auburn are somewhat close friends, and often walk the halls at PAP together. Between second and third period, the three of them have business with the three of you -- that is, you, Ophie, and Amber. Auburn pulls Amber aside to talk about something or other related to StuCo and their chaperoning duties tonight. Noah wants to talk mathematical shop with Ophie, asking her for help with whatever world-breaking theorem he's working on now. And Will:

"Hey, do you know what kinda snacks they're gonna be serving at the dance?"

"Snacks... what? Why would I?"

"Since Amb's on the planning committee and all. Figured you guys might be in the loop. She keeps blowing me off every time I ask--" (your gut surges with adrenaline at the inadvertent mental image he plants in your head, there) "--but I want to know, you know, because I'm on this special diet where I have to know. You know?"

"The nut thing?" You say.

"Naaah. I moved on from that. I'm doing reverse keto now."

"I... don't know what that means."

"Carbs only."

"If you're restricted to carbs, I'm sure you'll be fine..." you mutter.

He nods. "So. Excited? I hope not. I still haven't picked out a tux. You pick out anything yet?"

"I'm wearing a cheongsam tonight."

He stares at you blankly.

"Chinese dress," you tell him.

"What's special about that? Most dresses are Chinese, these days. Trade deals, am I right?" You shake your head. He'll just have to see for himself. "Are you picking me up at my place?" He asks.

"Isn't it customary for the guy to go to the girl's house?" You say.

Will huffs. "The point is for my parents to see me with a girl, being all... conspicuously heterosexual and shit. That's the deal! For us to look like a happy straight couple!"

One of Will's recent flings from the boy's track team walks by, blowing a kiss, which Will returns. Meanwhile, Summer comes up from behind you and leans over your shoulder, smooching you directly, up and down your neck. "Hey babe," she says. You swivel your head to kiss her back.

"Besides, my Golf is in the shop," Will says. "Shitty Japanese engineering."

You pull your face off Summer's. "Japanese? Aren't Golfs made by Ford?"

"Toyota," Will says.

"Huh?" Summer says. "Golf is a Lexus model. Isn't it?"

"Lexus is VW!" Will says. "God. Look. That's not the point. If I have my mom drop me off at your place, then could you at least, like... make out with me or something in your driveway so she sees it?"

Summer uses your shoulder like a staircase's banister, leaning on it with her considerable weight, to talk with Will from across your head. "If you're going to be taking, like, liberties with my gf, I should charge you. What's the hourly rate for an escort nowadays?"

"Don't whore me out," you say.

"I'll pay you in not kicking soccer balls at your face the next time you cheer at one of my games," Will says.

Summer gives him a look. "You could be a lot nicer. I'm letting you use Wes tonight."

"Use..." you repeat to yourself.

>>4867422
goodness gracious me

>>4867422
>Will, Noah, and Auburn are somewhat close friends, and often walk the halls at PAP together.
Tadakuni just as relevant here as he is in Nichibros.

>Summer gives him a look. "You could be a lot nicer. I'm letting you use Wes tonight."
wew

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"I made this date before you jumped her bones," Will says. "If you two had already been dating, then... well -- I would have asked her out anyway, but still. It's the principle!"

You glance over your shoulder, up at Summer. "Are you doing anything tonight? You're still okay with me taking Will, right?"

"Oh, sure," Summer says slyly. "I have a date, too."

Your heart thuds. "What? Who?"

"Oh, wouldn't you like to know." She kisses you on the top of your head. "Let's just say it's someone who isn't all concerned over looking like she's straight."

You frown. Lily. That fucking slut.

"8 PM," you tell Will. "Feel free to use me all you want."

"Hecky to the yeah!" Will says, grinning. You make a mental note to add another tally to the running total of shoulder-punches you owe your aunt the next time you see her. "I'll be there."

As he steps away to pull Auburn off Amber where they're rolling around on the ground punching each other, Summer kisses your head again and smells your hair. "Wes, honey... I'm not going to have to remind you every day to wash your hair, am I?"

"I washed it," you say.

"In the past 24 hours?"

"I washed it," you repeat.

Even if she complains, she isn't pulling her face away.

"My SAT results came back." Noah is done asking Ophie for help on redefining the course of mathematics and now makes idle chitchat about standardized tests. What a Lothario.

"Mm," Ophie murmurs.

"Did you get your results yet?" Noah asks.

"Mm."

"I scored a 1600," Noah says. "And you?"

Ophie, in a rare show of emotion, becomes angry: "What kind of question is that? Do you think I'm stupid?"

"What? No, of course n--"

"Clearly you do, to be asking what I scored on the SAT. The SAT. What do you think I scored, Noah, on the SAT. Take a guess. I want to hear it. Do you think I wouldn't have scored a 1600 as well?"

"I was only making conversation," Noah says.

"Perhaps this conversation should be finished," Ophie says, spins on her heels, and stomps off.

Noah watches her departing form as she rounds the corner. He mutters to himself, "I don't understand..."

"Women, right?" Will says, swatting him on the back, startling him. Will steers him away. Auburn, breathing ragged, bruised, his formerly perfect hair mussed, brings up the rear. "That's why I don't fucks with them," Will adds, as if letting Noah in on a secret of the universe. "You'll never understand them."

Amber, dusting off her shoulders, rejoins you. "Ya hate to see it," she says. "People who love each other, hurting each other... it's the saddest thing."

Summer glances at her. "You have a black eye."

"You want one too, bitch?" Amber says.

>>4867439
>You frown. Lily. That fucking slut.
o o f

>"Perhaps this conversation should be finished," Ophie says, spins on her heels, and stomps off.
Ahaha, mad Ophie is cute

>>4867352
>Buridan’s Ass
>Ass Class

I wanted a different kind of ass, dammit.

>>4867439
>"Hecky to the yeah!"
why is this so cute I fucking hate people who talk like this in real life

>>4867422
The automobile industry timeline in this quest never fails to leave me baffled. Makes me wonder about its version of Top Gear.

>>4867439
Holy fuck, Ophie. RIP Noah.

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You've recently made a habit of spending at least part of your lunch break with Talia. She seems like she could use the company, and no one else seems to mind your absence from the lunch room.

Today when you enter the teacher's lounge, Talia is focused on a task as delicate as open-heart surgery. She has a pair of tweezers in hand, grasping the brim of a tiny, tiny, tiny top hat. She leans halfway across the table, lowering this smaller-than-doll-sized hat towards the head of a housefly. She works by microns, the motion of the tweezers towards the preening fly almost imperceptible. The fly rubs its front feet together, oblivious to its imminent enculturing. Except Talia's tweezers pass some critical threshold just millimeters from the fly, alerting it. It alights from the table, hatless. Talia slumps her shoulders, the tension leaving her muscles, the breath leaving her lungs. She looks positively despondent.

"Rough day?" You say as you set down your backpack and take your customary seat across from her.

Mr. Langley is at the sink, rinsing out his tea mug. He glances over his shoulder. "This is the teacher's lounge," he tells you.

"Okay," you say.

He shrugs, and goes back to cleaning his mug. Then he fills it and places it in the microwave in the corner.

Talia takes the top hat she had intended for the fly, and instead puts it on the pointy tip of her cute elfin nose. The brim must have adhesive on it, because it sticks.

"Did you do the reading?" Talia asks.

"Oh, sure. It's... a great book. I practically finished the whole thing in one night. Couldn't put it down."

"The Lottery is a short story."

"Right. Of course. But it feels as rich and full as a book."

"You didn't miss much," Talia says. "Don't worry about it."

You nod. It's hard to take this conversation seriously when the person on the other side of it is wearing a microscopic hat on their nose.

The microwave beeps. Mr. Langley pulls his steaming mug out and puts a teabag in it, steeping it. Satisfied after a few moments, he squeezes the dregs out of the bag by wrapping it around a spoon, then tosses the teabag in the garbage. He sips his drink as he leans with his tailbone against the counter. "I'm glad you're here. I need a favor."

"Oh boy," you say.

"Our first quiz match of the season is today after school. Right here in my US Government class. I was thinking of having the cheer squad bring a little bit of the team spirit to our cause. Problem is, they're too busy with homecoming prep. But -- do you think maybe you could convince Summer to come, at least?"

"Oh, I don't think Wesley has any trouble making Summer come," Talia says, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time.

"Excellent," Mr. Langley says. "Will you help me out? Maybe you could even observe the match, too."

[ ] I'll come to the match. (sub-choice: bring Summer to cheer / come alone)
[ ] No thank you.

>>4867462
>[x] I'll come to the match. (sub-choice: bring Summer to cheer)
This is our destiny, after all. Let's be real.

>>4867462
Go with Summer!

>>4867462
>[x] I'll come to the match. (sub-choice: bring Summer to cheer)

>>4867462
>[ ] No thank you.
There's a chance that Summer's gonna provide some interesting distraction, but most likely the quiz match is just gonna bore her brains out.

>>4867479
Yeah, it'll bore her to death and she'll need to diddle her girlfriend to cope. Seems like a win?

>>4867462
Anyway more importantly I want to marry this woman

>>4867499
>she'll need to diddle her girlfriend to cope
Any other place around the school, or in the company of more familiar people would've worked out fine for me.

>>4867512
Amber's pretty familiar!

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Summer fiddles with her skirt and messes with her pompoms as you lead her into the classroom. "Do the quiz dorks really need me to cheer them on?" She grumbles.

"Don't let Amber hear you calling her a dork," you say. You glance at Summer as she straightens the strap of her top. The truth is that any excuse to get Summer into her cheer outfit is just fine by you. The ruffled pink skirt, the too-tight top, and the gap between them baring her tan, almost pudgy tummy, with the slightest hint of love handles...

"I'll call her a dork right to her dorky fucking fa-- Amber!" Summer breathes, almost bumping into her.

"Mr. Langley told me you were coming by to slut it up. Guess it's true."

Summer holds up a be-pommed hand. You guess she's probably flipping Amber off, and doesn't realize that the pompom conceals it.

"Well since you're here, maybe you can tell me why there's an obscenity on the other side of that door." Amber jerks her thumb in the direction of the class where the two teams are just getting ready to begin.

Summer has no idea what that's supposed to mean, and neither do you. But stepping through the door, you realize it pretty quick. Among the players on the team you recognize, including Noah -- there's a new face. Winter Denali.

"Rah-rah-sis-boom-bah," Winter says, giggling cruelly, locking eyes with her older sister.

>>4867531
Ohhhh fuck.

>>4867531
Ohhhh boy. Excited to see Winter and Amber in the same room again

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Today's match is against the Centennial High Philosophizers. The teams sit at pushed-together desks facing off, each player with their own buzzer. An officiant from the quiz circuit stands at a portable lectern. Dad and Aunt Rose are here, two of the only parents who've come to support the teams. Ophie sits between them, holding a triangular flag and waving it, here to show support for her sister and the boy she loves. Well, maybe not so much for the boy she loves. When Noah looks her way, Ophie imperiously looks the other direction, purposely ignoring him. Still miffed about earlier. The only other spectator is Noah's father Absalom, who sits on the opposite side of the room from Dad, watching placidly.

"So you really did come," Dad says as you enter. "I didn't believe your moms when they texted. About time you decided to make good on your legacy."

"I'm not here to play. Just dragging along the cheering section..."

Summer stands by the PAP team's tables, practicing to herself, pumping her fists and muttering some sort of rhythm: "hm-huh-hm-hm..."

"You're friends with a cheerleader, Wes?" Aunt Rose asks. Dad leans in and whispers something to her. She puts a hand to her collar.

"Don't fuck this up for us, you got it?" Amber, taking her seat, tells Winter. "I might not be able to kick you off the team, but I can kick your ass."

"Can you?" Winter says.

"Dommm-inate their minds! Dommm-inate their hearts! We're the PAP Dominators, mi-les apart! Hah!"

Summer just loves to come up with catchy cheers. The game's officiator asks that she pipe down, a request she only reluctantly complies with. She keeps dancing, bouncing on her heels and making sprightly poses. Her heavy breathing as she exerts herself fills the space between rapid-fire questions:

"Who was the third Roman emperor?"

Amber buzzes in. "Caligula."

"500 points to the Dominators. What year was the battle of Waterloo?"

Amber buzzes in. "1815."

Dad and Aunt Rose grin to themselves.

"500 more points to the Dominators. Math question. What are the zeroes of the equation x^2-2x+2?"

Noah needs neither the paper in front of him nor any time to buzz in. "1-i and 1+i," he says.

"1,000 points to the Dominators. In which US State was Harry Truman born?"

"Missouri."

Of all the people looking Winter's way right now, Amber is the most surprised of all.

"What?" Winter says. "Am I not supposed to play, too?"

This begins a phase of the game in which Winter is quicker on the buzzer than anyone else, including Amber and Noah:

"The Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire." "The Nile." "Dred Scott." "Seward's Folly." "1066." "The Fall of Saigon."

A vein becomes visible under the skin of Amber's forehead. Winter coolly answers question after question. It shocks you all. Even Summer, who was so boisterous with her cheering, is rendered mutely awed by her sister's unexpectedly encyclopedic knowledge.

It's a total shutout of the Philosophizers -- one which Amber hardly contributes to.

>>4867531
Oh boy, absolutely nothing is going to go wrong here

>>4867539
Oh no, here we go. S1 Vivian flashbacks.

>>4867539
Okay, I totally did not expect that. And Winter, of all people.

This is fueling some major WORRY flags for me though.

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"Amazing work, just absolutely spectacular," Mr. Langley says, effusive, as the defeated team files sadly out. He's trying to reserve equal praise for everyone, but it's obvious who he's the proudest of: "Winter, that was stunning buzzer work. I knew you'd do well when you said you wanted to join the team, but... wow!"

"Aw shucks," Winter says. She literally says "aw shucks." And the worst thing is, Mr. Langley buys it.

Amber massages the bridge of her nose with tented fingers.

"You did great," Dad says, clearly sensing the same explosive rage that you do, and trying to placate it. "I think you guys are going to the national championship this year for sure--"

Amber grabs Winter by the collar with one balled-up fist. "What do you think you're doing, huh?" Amber snarls.

Winter holds up both her hands. "Hey, hey-- what the heck? Watch the uniform--"

"Amber!" Dad shouts. He wrenches her off Winter before the altercation can become physical. "If you're upset about getting beaten to the buzzer, be quicker on the buzzer. Don't attack your goddamn teammates."

"She can attack this teammate," Summer says, standing on tiptoes, watching on with interest.

Amber, saying nothing more, but glaring sheer murder at Winter, storms out.

"Amber, wait--!" Mr. Langley says, chasing her. "You're valued, too! We need you!" His shoes squeak down the hall.

"Should I go after her too, or do you want to?" Aunt Rose asks Alabaster.

Dad glances at you. "Can you get home on your own?"

You nod.

"Let's go," he tells his wife, and they follow Amber together.

>>4867566
Ohhhhh man.

I have to wonder whether Winter is actually that good at trivia, or if she just stole the answer sheet to get under Amber's skin.

Damn it Amber

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Absalom gathers himself to his feet and strides over to where his son still sits at the players' table. "That was a disappointing performance," he tells Noah. "You said if I let you join this team, you would be excellent. That wasn't excellence. That was mediocrity."

Noah nods.

"I'll be waiting outside," Absalom says. "You have a lot of research to catch up on tonight. Let's hope you don't bring mediocrity to that, too."

If looks could kill... well, it's lucky for Absalom that they don't, given how Ophie stares at him as he goes.

"C'mon," Summer tells her sister. "Let's get you home before Mom freaks out. Does she even know you're on this team?"

But Winter ignores her and approaches Noah. "Research?" She says. "Tonight's homecoming. Don't you have a date?"

"I'm busy."

"Oh, of course," Winter says. "A creep like you wouldn't have a date anyway, right? Right?" She laughs. "Hello? Earth to Noah. Do you copy?"

Noah just keeps staring at the table.

She ruffles his hair. "Hey, are you gonna let your dad walk all over you, or are you gonna be a man and stand up to him sometime this century? You don't have to let him turn you into his little bitch, you know! Or don't you have any balls? Guess not."

"He just wants excellence," Noah mutters.

Winter cackles. "Oh, of course! Excellence! Well if you aren't the dictionary definition of excellence, I don't know what is! Well, daddy's waiting, so you don't want to disappoint him, do you? Haha. Hey, how ab--"

Ophie taps Winter on the shoulder. Winter spins around. "Who the hell are you?" Winter says.

Ophie slaps her. Winter reels, clasping her reddening face, expression contorting into rage. She lunges to attack Ophie, but Ophie grabs her hair and yanks, forcing Winter still. Winter grits her teeth and bends severely to the side to lessen the pressure on her scalp. She grabs uselessly at Ophie's clutching fingers.

"Leave him alone," Ophie tells her.

Winter frees herself -- only because Ophie lets her. For a moment, Winter seems to consider whether to press things or back down. She chooses to back down. "Guess you freaks travel in packs," she says. She cracks her neck. "Mom knows," she tells Summer, "and she also knows I have a shift at Bosphorus Rare Books tonight. So don't wait up."

Winter glances at Noah again, who's still staring at the table. But when Ophie takes a step towards her, she quickly leaves.

>>4867578
MUH

BASED

OPHIE

Someone should really get this kusogaki in line

Double team her with Dadabaster?

>>4867578
Holy SHIT Ophie.

>>4867578
We thought we had to protect Ophie

Turns out she's the one who protecc

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You sit with Summer in the now-empty classroom. You at one of the desks, she leaning against it, staring at the tile ceiling. She swings one of her legs. You can't help staring at the way the edge of the desk bites into her thick thigh.

"Sisters suck," she says.

"Yep."

"Maybe it's a half-sister thing."

"Huh?" You say.

Summer looks back down. "Winter's only half my sister. Same deal as with you and Amber. My mom is Elizabeth Denali, but Winter's mom isn't."

"Oh... but-- she's younger than you."

"It's rough. Winter feels like she's the reason the marriage fell apart. So she's got, like, undiagnosed rage issues... she's more Inuit than I am, so that's a factor, too... Inuit women are scary mad."

"You're part Inuit?" You breathe.

"Uhhh. Yeah? I mean, only a quarter. And technically, Aleut, but hey... skimo's skimo, right?" When you marvel at her, she stomps, growing angry. "I told you this! So many times! Why the hell do you think my last name is Denali?"

You shrug. "I didn't really think about it."

"Assbutt," Summer says. "I don't know why I even let you fuck me."

"Because I'm a beast in the sack?" You try.

Summer considers this. "Well. I mean, sure. But -- well -- okay, sure. But!"

You reach behind her skirt and give her a squeeze. "Butt," you say.

She swats your hand away. "Cunt!"

"Now you're just baiting me."

"Maybe," she says, and winks.

"Are you really going with Lily to homecoming?" You ask her.

"Jealous?"

"I thought anything we do, we have to do together," you say. "That's all."

"Oh, trust me. When I fuck Lily, you'll be the first on the invite list."

"She's in Mr. S's room."

You and Summer glance towards the entrance. Talia is standing in the doorway.

"She's in Mr. S's room," Talia repeats, "by herself. Practicing her gamer skills."

"How are you everywhere?" Summer says, flabbergasted. "Are you a ghost, Snuggy Bear?"

Talia shrugs.

[ ] Meet up with Lily, bring Summer.
[ ] Meet up with Lily, bring Summer and Talia.
[ ] Stay back with Summer and Talia.

>>4867595
>[ ] Meet up with Lily, bring Summer.
Promise is a promise

>>4867595
>[x] Meet up with Lily, bring Summer and Talia.
Let's see if this butt-baby's as allergic to benis as she thinks she is.

>>4867595
>[X] Meet up with Lily, bring Summer and Snuggy Bear

>>4867595
>[ ] Meet up with Lily, bring Summer and Talia.

>>4867595
>[x] Meet up with Lily, bring Summer.
I'm sure we'll be introducing Lily to Talia's secret soon, but I'm not sure now's the time

>>4867595
>[x] Meet up with Lily, bring Summer.

Uhhh, tie vote.

Please wait warmly.

>>4867624
oh god dammit you guys

>>4867624
Welp

>>4867624
Be honest, you like it when we do this to you

It is now 4:22 AM.

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>>4867717
Let's goooo

>>4867717
oh boy oh boy oh boy

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And with that, I rest.

Sunday evening: homecoming!

>>4867721
It's weird to think that I assumed homecoming would be the climax of this season. Granted, that was before all the cult shit started happening.

Good stuff OP, catch ya tomorrow.

>>4867721
Thanks again for your hard work, OP-sama!

>>4867337
>Samuel
Oh no.
>Buridan
Oh. No.
>>4867352
It's been a while since I read up on Spinoza but this season really seems to be putting the kabbala in cabal.
>>4867578
Based Ophie channeling her mom's 'protect dork' energy

>>4867721
Rest well OP and thank you!

Just a general question since I'm forgetful:
Wes parents are Alabaster and her moms, Ophie is Whitneys kid and Amber is Rose's correct?

>>4867838
Specifically it was Noelle that gave birth to Wesley, but yes the rest is correct.

>>4867405
>You nibble at a piece of bacon and sit on the lush carpet, resting with your back against the couch.
>They shoo the contractors out, putting the work on indefinite hiatus, so your kitchen counters will be out of commission for a while.
So, wait. This entire family is going to be stuck eating in the living room? A bunch of rug munchers?

So I just discovered Fuck Quest was back 2 weeks ago on Memorial Day weekend, right before the last OVA episode was run. I’ve since caught up, except for the OVA, so I’m lost as fuck right now but reading through all this shit brought back so many memories.

I was JeopardyAnon in the original ghost thread, and ready to finally participate in this shit, because last time I got into Fuck Quest just as it was ending as well

>>4867850
Thanks!

>>4867531
>Summer holds up a be-pommed hand. You guess she's probably flipping Amber off, and doesn't realize that the pompom conceals it.
This is one of the cutest, funniest, things ever.

>>4867595
>"Uhhh. Yeah? I mean, only a quarter. And technically, Aleut, but hey... skimo's skimo, right?"

This would explain her magical softness

>>4867422
as a car guy, the toyota golf from FQ was already not cool, but this post has just induced an amount of pain im not sure i can handle

>>4867909
So you mean you discovered there was a second season?
>I was JeopardyAnon in the original ghost thread,
I remember you I think! Never participated in that but I saw it.

>>4867909
You're back! We missed you! Would love your thoughts on the reboot when you get the chance!

>>4867717
>Lined up bent over
Oh hell yes

>>4867721
Hey Op, just letting you know that some links in FQ-S1 lewds section might be borked.

S1E10: HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY! links to S3E11: Make Love, Not War

and

Interlewd 6: Mile High Club links to S1E10: 6/6

>>4868026
Just over Memorial Day weekend, yeah

>>4868155
Love the reboot, seeing the old character and the amount of work OP Studios has put into this series is amazing. The Whitney twist was the highlight of Season 2 to me (Fazil showing up again was a close second, followed by the /csg/ mock-ups). And also, of course the lewds were real good too.

Gotta catch up on the OVA real quick so I won’t be lost in a couple of hours

>>4868635
Glad to have you back on board! How did you notice it was back?

>>4868700
I got linked in an unrelated thread on Questionable Questing

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Amelia was kind enough to get your cheongsam steam-cleaned and pressed. You can't see any trace on the beautiful blue silk of the misuse this garment suffered in the dressing room at Fōtsūtsū. You like the way it clings to your body and describes your every contour -- it makes you feel sexy rather than gross (which is how you usually feel). But, turning to one side to look at yourself in profile in your full-length mirror, you're not happy with the way the side of your panties is visible through the leg-slit. You try tugging your waistband up until you've given yourself a wedgie, but it's no use. The dress is simply cut too high to conceal your underwear.

You stare hard at your reflection, weighing options as you fiddle with the apex of the cheongsam's slit. Shikata ga nai. An illicit thrill tingles in the pit of your stomach as you stoop over and pull your panties down your legs, over your ankles and off your feet, discarding them like a candy wrapper. You stand tall again and give your reflection another apprising glance. Now all you can see through the dress's slit is hipbone. Looks great.

>>4868867

Ah, a man of wealth and taste

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N-Mom sits you in front of her vanity and does your hair up in buns. She knows how, not owing to her ethnic heritage, but owing to the phase of her life in which she cosplayed and attended cons. This is the first time you've been in the Moms' room since... that night... and it feels really strange.

"How do I look? Good?" You ask.

"You look like Chun-Li," N-mom says as she works.

"That's what I said..."

"I mean, I'm pretty sure this is a Chun-Li cosplay outfit. Or at least inspired by it. So that checks out."

"Are you saying you wouldn't fuck Chun-Li?" K-Mom asks, from where she sits on the foot of the bed.

"Cammy is cuter," N-Mom replies. She glances over her shoulder at her wife. "You'd look good as Cammy."

"I'd look like a bimbo if I went blonde."

"Yes," N-Mom says.

"Best I can do for you is E Honda," K-Mom says.

N-Mom grimaces. She goes back to primping your hair, affixing the silk covers that go over either one. "Anyway, you're cute," she says. "Better than cute." She leans in, cheek to cheek, and whispers as she locks eyes with you in the mirror, "you probably think you're going to get lucky tonight, not wearing underwear like that."

Your eyes go wide. Is it that obvious you're going nopan? You never intended for that.

"I hate to disappoint you," she continues, "but I'm going to have to be there, too. For your safety. And then it's straight home."

You stare at her reflection in the mirror for a very long time. "I mean..." you begin, mouth dry. "That doesn't mean I won't get lucky..."

N-Mom straightens her posture again and finishes with your hair buns. "Maybe if we get home early enough, you can invite this Will person to come inside."

"You would just love that, wouldn't you," K-Mom sneers.

N-Mom shrugs. "Hospitality is important, even at a time like this. Of course, if Wes wants to bring someone else home tonight, I'm not going to be close-minded and stop her."

"Remember," K-Mom tells you, "teenage pregnancy is one of America's biggest epidemics. You can never be too careful. No girl ever got pregnant dating another girl..."

Maybe you'll end up proving K-Mom wrong on that one, you think.

N-Mom slaps both your shoulders, startling you more with the noise than the force of it. "The important thing is that you're safe and happy. And that you have fun. So let's go have you some fun, huh?"

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When Will's mother pulls up in her hoopty that rumbles and sputters and backfires as it idles on the curbside, you're waiting out in your driveway as you promised. She must not think you can hear her from over here, but you can, and her concerns are the opposite of K-Mom's. "See if you can get her pregnant. Marrying into money would be great."

"Mom..." Will groans.

She watches through the passenger-side window as Will steps out. He makes rather a show of striding towards you like he's prince fucking charming. He theatrically shouts, "oh my god, you're beautiful! I'm so attracted to you!"

"Thank you," you say, unsure how else you're meant to respond.

He glances back to confirm his mom is still watching. And then he goes in for the kiss. His line delivery may be atrocious, granted -- but his kissing is still enough to make you feel like a melting ice cream cone. It has an insistence to it that isn't pushy, and a firmness that isn't rough. The inside of his mouth tastes really good this time, too. He must have been drinking Listerine by the bottle, because his wintry flavor actually makes your tongue start to tingle the way it does when gargling mouthwash.

As you kiss with him, you hear the sound of a camera shutter and your peripheral vision fills with the white flash. N-Mom snapped a photo.

"What the--" you begin.

"Just commemorating the moment. I'm sure Kay will love to see this!"

Will's mom drives off. Will watches her go, and in that moment you notice a tag sticking out of the shoulder-pad of his suit jacket. You yank it off.

"Hey--! This thing's a rental!"

"That doesn't mean you can't pull the tag off, Will," you tell him. You glance at it. "$50 a night? Good lord."

"But how's it look?" He asks.

It's ill-fitting, with arms that go well past his wrists and a jacket hem that doesn't reach all the way to his belt. The lavender dress shirt beneath is wrinkled. The trousers leave his ankles visible. He's wearing tennis shoes.

"You look even better than I expected," you tell him.

Will grins. "Aww yeah. You're fucking hot tonight, too. Gimme a high five. High fives for hotties."

You give him a listless high five. He cackles with buoyant enthusiasm, and leaves his palm high in the air, offering it to N-Mom now. Flummoxed but trying to be polite, she lays five on him too. He cackles again.

>>4868888
Well, Noelle is a hottie, so...

>>4868888
Smoooooth, Will.

>>4868888
God Will you fucking dork.

Also nice get

>>4868888
>He theatrically shouts, "oh my god, you're beautiful! I'm so attracted to you!"
>Will grins. "Aww yeah. You're fucking hot tonight, too. Gimme a high five. High fives for hotties."
I love this dumbass

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Although she has no date and will be spending the whole night above the dancefloor operating the lights, Ophie wears a dress. It's spectacular. A long, flowing black evening gown that sparkles with sequins, and an opalescent pearl necklace with matching earrings. Her pumps add about six inches to her height, putting her above you, which makes you feel weird, to say the least. The outfit, you assume, was Aunt Whitney's big idea. She's snapping photo after photo of Ophie and Amber posing in their dresses.

"Wes!" Whitney says as she sees you coming through the front door. "C'mere, nerd. Come stand by your sisters. That's it. Hell yes." She snaps some more photos. Will hangs awkwardly back, but not for long. "Will, get your gay ass over here," Whitney commands. "Come on. There were go. Get your arms around your beard. Hug her tight. That's it. Oh my god, you're all so goddamn cute. This is just the best. The best!"

You glance down, and spy the frilly carnation-pink hem of Amber's panties through her cheongsam's leg slit. You grin to yourself.

Auburn shows up in a suit that probably cost the GDP of a small island nation -- like, say... Kiribati, or Tuvalu, or Vanuatu... or one of those other ones, you can't remember all of them. Whitney makes him and Amber pose together over Amber's strident objections -- "Mom! No! Fuck you! Don't you dare!" et cetera.

Renee arrives a few moments later. Accompanying her is David Darkbloom. Your stomach curdles when you see him. You can't think about anything other than the idea that he somehow, in some way, has orchestrated the insanity you've been through these past weeks.

"Ophelia," he says. "You are gorgeous."

Ophie, who has no idea there's anything amiss, runs up and hugs her grandpa. "Pop," she says into his jacket. Ophie isn't a strong girl, but she almost knocks David down when she barrels into him. It surprises you -- you figured David was a little sturdier than that.

"I just can't believe you don't have a date," Renee says. "It's criminal. You're too beautiful not to be dating!"

David says, stepping back to admire his granddaughter, "if she doesn't want to date anyone just yet, that's perfectly all right. I don't want her fooling around with boys anyway."

"Boys, or boy?" Renee says.

David declines to answer.

Whitney is still snapping photos of Amber and Auburn, unaware of Dad standing behind her, arms folded, watching with a severe frown. Of course, while Whitney may be unaware, Auburn certainly isn't. He's stricken with the fear of god, staying stiff and well-distanced from Amber. He only hoverhands her despite Whitney's cajoling.

But you keep glancing back at David Darkbloom, who's busy explaining to Ophie the benefits of a New England education. He wants her to go to MIT.

"Something the matter, Wes?" Renee asks you.

You shake your head. "Huh? Oh, no..."

She doesn't seem to buy it, but she doesn't press.

[ ] See if you can get some information from David Darkbloom.
[ ] Forget it for now.

>>4868942
>[x] See if you can get some information from David Darkbloom.

Instrumentalists hate the idea of individuality, right? There's no way Darkbloom is involved with them (deliberately).

>>4868942
Oh boy, this vote.

>[x] See if you can get some information from David Darkbloom.

>>4868942
Aaaa this whole scene is so cute

>[x] Forget it for now.
I don't think there's any reason why we need to bring this up tonight of all nights

>>4868942
>Ophie, who has no idea there's anything amiss, runs up and hugs her grandpa. "Pop," she says into his jacket. Ophie isn't a strong girl, but she almost knocks David down when she barrels into him. It surprises you -- you figured David was a little sturdier than that.

David no ;_;

>[ ] See if you can get some information from David Darkbloom.

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>[x] See if you can get some information from David Darkbloom.

First, you need to defuse Renee's suspicion. And what better way than having her answer something that still bugs you?

"Dr. Carte," you say, pulling her gently aside. "Do you mind if I ask you a question?"

"If I minded, I suppose I'd already be pretty mad at you," she says.

You clear your throat. "...Right. This is going to sound weird, but. Can two men get pregnant? Not like -- just by having sex-- uh, sexual intercourse. But like as a medical procedure, you know? For surrogate parents."

Renee stares at you, lips slightly parted. Finally, she says, "let's pretend this conversation never happened."

"Yeah," you agree instantly, "okay. Yep."

Renee turns back towards her grandchild: "Ophie, you can get into college later. Tonight's a night for you to enjoy being in high school! Come here..." The two of them hug. Renee squeezes her. "David doesn't like to hear it, but you are going to be such a maneater one day. Do you mind if I take some pictures, too? You can't say no! You don't want to break an old woman's heart!"

She guides Ophie back to the others, leaving you alone with David.

>>4868996
Poor Wes still hasn't discovered Google, huh :(

I love Grandma Renee!

>>4868996
Fucking lol

... where's Ally?

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David watches from a chair in the den, a warm smile on his face. He sits with a wide stance, a hand on either of his knees, and doesn't seem like he's too comfortable in his skin right now.

You approach him. "Uh. How's it hanging?"

"Just fine, thank you. You look very nice tonight, Wesley. Is that boy your date?" He points at Will, who's joking with Whitney by the fireplace. Will says something that makes them both snort in the same way at the same time.

"Yeah."

"He never struck me as... well-- you never really seemed... anyway. Have fun tonight, yes?"

"Do you believe in God?" You ask.

David blinks confusedly. "That's a sudden question to ask. Have you never learned that religion and politics make for bad conversation topics?"

"With strangers. Not family."

David rubs his mouth. The thought that you and he are family seems a little alien to him. But he doesn't dispute it. "Why do you ask?"

You play on his ego. "You're probably the smartest person I know. I've been reading a lot about religion, and... I was wondering what you think."

"I wouldn't want to influence your spiritual development, in one way or the other," David answers.

"I'm an atheist," you tell him. "So if you're an atheist too, no harm done. And if you're religious, well... you have the chance to proselytize."

David chuckles. "You do take after your father. Fine. Since you're so curious. I am a committed atheist, Wesley. I believe there is no God but man."

"You're not religious, then?"

"Does a lack of belief in the deity mean I'm not religious? Well -- that's a more complex question." He coughs into his fist. "Why don't you stop tiptoeing around it and ask me what you really want to ask me."

"What do you me--"

"Ask me whether I'm an Instrumentalist. Go on."

Your blood runs cold. "I don't... I'm not... you mean like in a band?"

"I am well aware of what happened the other week with your little friend Summer. Your father told me everything. He confides in me, and I confide in him. So of course I know already."

You narrow your eyes. If he wants to be frank, you'll be frank too. "Well, are you?"

"How did you get it into your head that I may be in this cult?"

You're silent.

"Right," David says. "Consider your sources. Consider that sometimes the people who claim to be on your side are not working with your best interests at heart." He pats you on the shoulder, and then uses you to help himself stand. He groans with the effort of getting up from the chair. "I'm an old man now, Wesley. If I didn't find religion already, I certainly won't now. Enjoy your night out. And keep yourself out of matters you have no business being involved with."

>>4869009
Words of wisdom. Shame we have too mucb of Ally on is to listen to that last part. (And with good reason!)

>>4869009
>"Right," David says. "Consider your sources. Consider that sometimes the people who claim to be on your side are not working with your best interests at heart."

Please beat this through Wesley's skull

>>4869020
This. Gideon is not a good person, even if he didn't outright harm us when he broke into our fucking room.

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Amber is going around the dancefloor with a bible in her hand. She sticks it between pairs of dancing partners to measure their distance.

"Jeeeesus, you're way too far apart," she says, nudging two dancers together. And: "Get closer, you two! I don't want to see any gaps between you!" And: "Hey! What's with this spacing? You'll never lose your virginity like that! Idiots..."

Ophie's light show is as masterful as you would expect. You can't believe there's only one person on the catwalks above you manipulating all these spotlights -- making the multicolored pools sweep and slide and swirl gently around -- some of the lights large, dim, and gauzy, others small ellipses with hard edges that cast the dancers in polka-dot pinpricks. She brightens and lowers the lights, quickens and slows their motions, in keeping with the music's tempo. And she does it all without ever making her presence felt. It's like the lights are operating themselves.

Will dances with you. You're not sure why you're extending the polite fiction as far as this -- it's not like his parents are here to see, and he's an uncoordinated mess. So are you. You fumble around like fish out of water, bumping into other pairs, making other people angry.

"Sorry..." Will mumbles. To you, not to the people he's helping piss off.

Summer is much more skilled. She totes Lily around the gymnasium like a Spanish tango dancer, and Lily has no choice but to follow her lead. When Summer puts an arm behind Lily's tailbone and tilts her precariously back so that one of her heels leaves the ground, she cries out in fear, and Summer giggles. With the back of Lily's head parallel to the ground and only a foot away from bonking on it, Summer plants a kiss directly on Lily's trembling lips.

"Crazy bitch, you're gonna drop me!" Lily says.

"Oh, you don't like getting dropped, huh?" Summer says. "But you drop everyone else."

"Fuck," Lily heaves when Summer lets her stand.

"Wes and me aren't your pump-and-dump playmates," Summer says. "We'll come knocking again..."

You lose track of them as they twirl around the dancefloor.

Will's eyes usually appear dull brown, but in this lighting, you can see the flecks of green in his irises, like the patina on old copper. "Thanks for doing this for me," he says.

You nod.

"You don't have to hang out with me anymore. You already did the thing for my mom, so this is all kinda pointless, right? I know it's weirdening you out."

"I'm not weirdened," you insist.

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Your rhythm with him gets easier as you turn and sway. You stop trying to cover as much ground together, content to just stand in place and slowly revolve and shimmy. The others have to route themselves around you like river water around a solid boulder.

"I meant it, you know," Will says.

"Meant what?" You say.

"I'm attracted to you. You're cute."

"Good lord, Will. You can't just say you're attracted to someone out of the blue like that. There's a whole... like... process to that."

Will chuckles under his breath. "But I said it before."

"You were acting!"

"Kinda yes, but kinda no. That's what I'm telling you."

"I thought you weren't into girls."

"Ehhhhhhh," he says, making an expression that you have no idea how to read. What did he mean by that?

"You're not trying to marry into money, are you?" You ask.

"Oh fuck, no. Amber's gonna give me $10 million when I graduate, like, on condition that I don't give any to mom. So that's fine."

You never took your sister for such a philanthropist.

"Well... anyway." He stops dancing, lets you go, takes a step back from you. "It was nice, what you did. That's my only point." He jerks a thumb in the direction of one of the far walls: "I'm gonna go check out the snack table."

[ ] "Keep dancing with me."
[ ] A break sounds good.

>>4869070
> [x] A break sounds good.

>>4869070
>[ ] "Keep dancing with me."

>>4869070
God he's such a fucking dork

[ ] A break sounds good.
Let's be awkward together without looking as awkward

>>4869070
>[ ] A break sounds good.

>>4869070
>[x] A break sounds good.

Teach is the way of reverse keto, Will.

>>4868867
>An illicit thrill tingles in the pit of your stomach as you stoop over and pull your panties down your legs, over your ankles and off your feet, discarding them like a candy wrapper. You stand tall again and give your reflection another apprising glance. Now all you can see through the dress's slit is hipbone. Looks great.
For all the lewds this is some of the more erotic and pulse-raising things you've written.

>>4869070
>[x] "Keep dancing with me."

>>4869070
>[X] "Keep dancing with me."

>>4869070
>[x] A break sounds good.

>>4869081
Gonna change my vote to
>[ ] "Keep dancing with me."
Just want to stick with Will

>>4869118
We need us some dick not attached to a woman

Uhhh, tie vote.

>>4869126
Oh my GOD

>>4869126
You can unchange my vote if it makes it easier for you

>>4869126
Let's go get snacks with Will?

>>4869138
seconding this

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You're blushing, and you can't maintain eye contact. You want his body warmth near you again. "Will you... keep dancing with me?" You ask tenderly, your voice quavering.

"Do I have to?"

Your shoulders slump. You frown. "What the fuck kind of answer is that?"

"I mean, I'll keep dancing with you if you want," he says, suddenly apologetic.

"Now I don't want to anymore!" You throw your arms up in the air. "That's a really insensitive thing to say to a girl! I was totally vulnerable just now!"

"Sorry, sorry! It's just -- we both suck at dancing, and I'm super hungry. You can come and snack with me if you want. I'm way fine with being on a date with you. I'm not trying to ghost you or anything. I really like you, Wessy! We're just not gonna be the next Dancing With the Stars stars. Right?"

You sigh and follow him to the buffet table. You're hungry, too.

---

Will is officially off the wagon.

"Yo, get a load of this cheese," he says, eating cubes of it off toothpicks, one after another. Through a half full mouth, he says: "thif cheef if outta thf worl. F'real." Swallowing hard, he burps, and adds -- to himself, you think, more than anything -- "God, I love cheese."

"Cheese is nothing but protein and fat," you say.

Will is deliberately ignoring your dietary warnings as he shoves toothpick after toothpick into his maw. Well, may as well join him. You're a sucker for appetizers too.

Shoulder to shoulder, you and your date demolish almost the entire platter of party cheeses. Gouda, Swiss, cheddar, feta, and pepper jack. You're aware of others trying to get closer to the platter, but you and Will jealously keep them away by refusing to move.

>>4869145
God, I love Will

>>4869145
Ahh Will, all the grace of a baby cow

>>4869145
I despise cheese since I’m lactose intolerant.

>>4869171
I'm sorry for your loss.

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Glancing to the opposite side of the table, you're surprised to see Lily and Summer by the punchbowl. Lily is in Summer's lap, chest-to-chest on a folding chair. But this isn't anything lewd. She has Summer's head tilted back, using a pair of tweezers for their intended purpose -- not to enhatten houseflies but to pull an errant eyelash from Summer's eye.

"Did you get it?" Summer asks, panicky, waggling her fists.

"Does it fuckin' look like I got it? Hey-- stay still, goddamn it-- fuck--"

"Ow, OW!!"

"I didn't even touch you."

Lily pulls the eyelash away and examines it between the tweezer prongs. While she's distracted, Summer punches her in the butt. "Ow!" Lily yells. She punches Summer in the tit. "OW!" Summer yells, doubling over.

"I see this date is going as well for you two as I thought it would," you tell them.

"I'm never doing you a favor again," Lily says, as she gets up from Summer's lap and pours herself a glass of punch.

"Good! You won't have another chance to blind me!"

"I didn't blind you! No thanks to you squirming the whole time!" She sips her drink, looking around. Over the rim of her cup, she says, "hey, Will. Is your dyke treating you any better than mine is?"

Will waves.

"Any reason you're putting up this whole charade?" Lily asks him, pronouncing "charade" to rhyme with "pod."

"It's not an act. It's a real date," Will says. Summer arches a brow. "Plus... I don't want my parents knowing about me. How did you come out?"

Lily swallows, sets her empty cup aside. "I was sitting at the table doing homework and I said hey, just so you know, I'm a lesbian."

"Just like that? Your parents were cool with it?"

"Marquis was in the kitchen chopping onions and all he said was, 'girl!' Uh, Dad was over by the counter, and he asked, 'are you sure?' I said, '98%. Maybe 100% if I date someone.' He said, 'then you're gonna be stuck at 98% for a while huh.' Asshole..."

"Course it was easy for you, having gay parents and all," Will says.

Lily shrugs. "Not that easy. Dad has this weird thing against lesbians. Thinks they're too promiscuous."

"I don't know what would have ever given him an idea like that," you say, plainly sarcastic.

Lily misses the sarcasm. "Me neither."

"...Promiscuous? What, like a Greek god?" Summer asks, sitting forward in her seat.

"That's Prometheus," Lily tells her. "Dumb bitch."

Summer pouts.

"Technically, Prometheus was a titan," you tell her.

"Go fuck yourself," Lily says, and that ends the confusion.

"So he got pretty bent out of shape about it, then?" Will asks. "Your dad."

"Not really. It's just he thinks I'll be a virgin on my wedding night or some shit. Oh. One time he told me, 'you better not let me catch you getting married more than once.' So you see how overprotective he is."

"Catch you getting married?" You say. You wonder how someone can be caught getting married. Marriage doesn't seem like something conducted stealthily. Although if anyone would do it, it would probably be Lily.

>>4869182
Amazing how innocent Tyrus of all people is.

>>4867337
>Samuel Buridan
>Buridan

I think OP's sick of us tying votes

>>4869182
Honestly terrified of the day Tyrus learns what we've been doing with Lily. It'll be season 4 all over again

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Summer gets behind you, kisses you on the side of your face and wraps her arms around you. With her nose so close to your ear, her deep breaths through her nostrils are almost deafening. "What's that I heard about this being a 'real' date, huh?"

You shrug.

"I already have to share you with all these girls," Summer says. "I have to share you with guys now, too?"

You look to the side, where Will is back to horking down appetizers. "I mean, we all have to share," you say. "I have to share Will with cheese, for example."

Summer runs her hand up the side of your leg. "You dressed like a slut tonight," she whispers, tracing her finger across the cheongsam's high-cut slit. "Where's your underwear, huh?"

Your heart skips. It's really that obvious, huh? You didn't expect so many people to notice. But you play it off coolly. "At home," you tell her. You turn your head up and to the side, to kiss her. Simultaneously, you reach behind yourself to wrap your arms around her neck, and sway in place with her -- it's an awkward yet somehow comfy position. She holds you by the hips.

"Yeah?" she says. "Are you planning on taking Will home with you, too?"

[ ] Yes.
[ ] I'm planning on taking you both.
[ ] No, I'd rather take you.

>>4869204
[ ] I'm planning on taking you both.

>>4869204
[ ] No, I'd rather take you.

Yurichads rise up.

>>4869204
Is it weird that I don't want Wes to fug him yet but also don't want to hurt his feelings because I legit like him a lot?

Ah fuck it.


>[x] I'm planning on taking you both.

>>4869204
>[x] No, I’d rather take you.

>>4869204
>[x] I'm planning on taking you both.

>>4869204
>[ ] I'm planning on taking you both.
Let's see our moms figure that out

>>4869204
If we fuck Will, I would rather fuck him with Amber first. So on hopes that can happen I vote:

[x] Yes

>>4869204
>[ ] I'm planning on taking you both.

>>4869204
I mean...what >>4869217
says is true...but I'll go with my first instinct
>[X] No, I'd rather take you.

>>4869204
>[X] Both

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>[x] I'm planning on taking you both.

Summer giggles. "I can't believe I'm dating such a dirty slut." She pokes you in your hip, where your panties should be. "You'll spread your legs for anyone, won't you?"

"Oh, don't be like that. You love it."

"I think all that hentai, like, fried your brainmeat. That's what I think."

"Hmm. Maybe."

Summer glances around. "Hey. What happened to the lights?"

"What do you mean?"

"They're not moving anymore."

You stop gazing into Summer's eyes and take a second to pay some attention to your surroundings. Summer's right. The light show stopped.

"I'll go check on Ophie," you say.

>>4869282
Oh shit, oh fuck.

>>4869282
Uh oh

>>4869282
Please let it be just Winter messing around with Ophie.

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You go behind the bleachers where there's a ladder leading to the catwalks above. You're not a very sneaky person, and you're not trying to sneak right now anyway, but nonetheless Ophie remains oblivious to your presence as you climb up.

You're both surprised and unsurprised. At the far end of the main platform, Ophie and Noah are sitting together -- their limbs all entangled, their mouths pressed together. Making out. It sounds like two people messily eating spaghetti. The two are all twiggy limbs and smacking lips and awkward groping. Ophie's glasses are fogged and half askew, Noah's are missing entirely. Noah's coat is half off his body, and Ophie's cardigan, which she must have put on over her strapless dress to keep herself warm, is similarly disheveled.

You're happy for her. But this feels like watching a really gross nature documentary... that cheese is starting to disagree with you.

You take a step back. Unfortunately, the corrugated metal creaks beneath your feet. The lovebirds startle.

"W-Wes!" Ophie says, kicking her feet to scoot away and extricate herself from Noah's embrace.

Noah feels around for his glasses. Grabbing them like a caveman grabbing a rock to beat someone, he shoves them on his face. He's breathing heavilyy as he says "we were... um."

"Weren't you researching something tonight?" You ask him.

Noah clears his throat. "I told my father I was going out."

You nod. "...Well, don't let me interrupt you."

"Mm," Ophie says.

You turn your back on them and start towards the ladder. You're hardly halfway to it before you hear their lips smacking again.

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>>4869296
Atta girl.

>>4869296
d'awwwwwwwwwww

>>4869296
YOOOOOOOO

LETS GO, OPHIE

>>4869296
Good on these two.

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>>4869296
BLESS

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You lurk on the periphery of the gym, thinking about what you just saw. You briefly consider telling Amber, or Summer, but... nah. You'll be the cool sister and keep it under wraps unless and until Ophie decides to say something.

Some of the teachers at PAP are also chaperoning tonight. But they honestly have very little to do. The music turns slow, yielding to a romantic, almost dirge-like ballad. And as the instrumentation swells, you spy Mr. S finding his way to Talia, sidling up to her where she sits. "Would you perchance take this dance with me, my lady sweet?" He asks, facing firmly forward, sweating profusely.

Talia's head swivels in place to mutely regard him. Mr. S simpers and his facial muscles twitch. Rather than answer with words, Talia peels the top hat from the tip of her nose and puts it on the tip of Mr. S's. Mr. S crosses his eyes to examine it, blushes, and mutters: "i-indirect eskimo kiss..."

Amber isn't hanging around anymore. You wonder where she could be. She was dreading tonight for a number of reasons, not the least of which is that Raisin Mommy, PTA queen and noted crazy person, is supposed to be here. Is Amber outside, maybe, trying to keep her distance?

>>4869341
jesus fucking christ Stackleford

... oh right, it was Auburn's mom that thought Amber was her long lost daughter wasn't she?

Man, I just realized when I looked at Cerise’s Twitter that I’m 6 years older than her… I old

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"Mom... for the last time--"

Auburn's mother sounds frazzled and upset: "Yes. It's true. I know I sound crazy, but I also know what I remember. What I've been able to remember. It just takes an open mind. Auburn-- Amber-- I don't expect you to understand it. Not at first. But please keep an open mind."

"I'm sorry, Amber," Auburn says -- maybe the first time you've ever heard that combination of syllables from him. You stay hidden around the corner of the school building, eavesdropping on their conversation like a creep.

"You ought to be sorry," Amber says. "Your mother is out of her fucking tree."

"Amber, please," Auburn's mom says. She reaches for Amber's hand.

Auburn interposes himself between them. He points accusingly at his mother. "You said you were done with this. You said if I let you come here tonight, you'd stop saying all this crazy stuff about Amber. How dare you?"

"I love you," she says. "I love you both. I just want you to hear me out..."

"Go home."

"Auburn--"

"No. Leave us alone. Both of us. You want to walk the middle path, mom? Walk it by yourself. I'm done with this stupid bullshit." He shakes his head. After a beat, he says, "Let's go, Amber."

He tugs her by the wrist. Amber shouts over her shoulder as Auburn leads her away: "those were some good brownies you made, Camelia! Thanks!"

Amber and Auburn disappear into the swinging double doors on that side of the building. Camelia turns, sits on the curb under the light of a streetlamp, covers her face, and starts to gently weep.

[ ] Go talk to her.
[ ] Best not to get involved.

>>4869353
>camelia
Ohhhhhhh man

Welp
>[x] Go talk to her.

>>4869353
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK

This is SUCH a bad idea FUCK YOU for making me vote for this,

>[x] Go talk to her.

I'll let this vote carry on. Planning to tie up the episode Monday night (hopefully)!

>>4869364
Nighty OP!

>>4869353
Yikes. The couples hooking up is a plus, but man, the circumstances leading up to it sure were awkward.

>[ ] Best not to get involved.
Sorry lady. A run in with one crazy parent is more than enough.
God, this really paints a bleak picture for Ally and Rose, if Mom and the Mallory's weren't receptive.

>>4869353
>[x] Go talk to her.

>>4869353
>[x] Go talk to her.

>>4869353
>Walk the middle path

Are the Raisins perhaps some instrumancerists?

>>4869353
Man, glad I finally caught up to now for the vote.
>[X] Go talk to her.

>>4869353
[X] Go talk to her.

Though I suspect that the only people that can understand what Camellia is going through are Alabaster and Rose.

>>4869353
>[ ] Best not to get involved.
I feel for the woman, but this has bad news written all over it.

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>>4869296

Way to go Ophie, you go and get some

>>4869353
We found a confirmed(ish) Instrumentalist at the dance, probably we should go tell our moms/dad?

>>4869182
>"...Promiscuous? What, like a Greek god?" Summer asks, sitting forward in her seat.
>"That's Prometheus," Lily tells her. "Dumb bitch."
>Summer pouts.
I too would be disappointed if my clever joke was completely whiffed by someone who wasn't even the recipient.
Summer is a funny girl.

>>4869353
>[x] Go talk to her.

David is right that we shouldn’t be involved, but getting information can’t hurt.

David has me freaked out. When he said “no god but man” it sounded familiar to me, and I know OP likes to drop philosophical references so I googled it.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thelema

> Thelema (/θəˈliːmə/) is an esoteric and occult social or spiritual philosophy and religious movement developed in the early 1900s by Aleister Crowley, an English writer, mystic, and ceremonial magician.[1] The word thelema is the English transliteration of the Koine Greek noun θέλημα (pronounced [θéleema]), "will", from the verb θέλω (thélō): "to will, wish, want or purpose".

>The new commentary on III.60 in the Book of the Law states, "there is no god but man",[64] and many Thelemites see the divine as the inner, perfected individual state—a "true self" or "higher self" often conceived of as the Holy Guardian Angel (although certain Thelemites view the Angel as a separate entity)—that forms the essence of every person. But also in the Book Nuit says, "I am Heaven and there is no other God than me, and my lord Hadit".

>Crowley's later writings included related commentary and hermeneutics but also additional "inspired" writings that he collectively termed The Holy Books of Thelema. He also associated Thelemic spiritual practice with concepts rooted in occultism, yoga, and Eastern and Western mysticism, especially the Qabalah.[6]

>Aspects of Thelema and Crowley's thought in general inspired the development of Wicca and, to a certain degree, the rise of Modern Paganism as a whole, as well as chaos magick and some variations of Satanism. Some scholars, such as Hugh Urban, also believe Thelema to have been an influence on the development of Scientology,[7] but others, such as J. Gordon Melton, deny any such connection.[8]

Is the Kabbalah anon from season 2 still here? I need some help.

>>4869353
>[x ] Go talk to her.

>>4869854
Oh I'm still here alright. Less time for ridiculous shadowruns now that I'm finally a productive member of society again and am more willing to take things at face value these days, but I see where you're coming from. Laveyan Satanists also believe themselves to be the only power worth regarding (even to the point of having their own birthdays as a major religious holiday), but I think Darkbloom is really speaking more from his veneration of science. He does consider himself a modern Promiscuous after all. :^)

>>4869353
another chance to vote, yay
>[x] Go talk to her.

>>4870118
Good to see you’re still around. Congrats on being a cog in the machine!

Yeah, the more I think about it, the more I agree that David is the exact opposite of what we know the instrumentalists to stand for. This is an interesting conflict setting up. I’m guessing Absalom is the real leader of this cult.

Now for a more horrible realization:

>>4869341
Talia has her nose hat on prior to the lewd. She has it on at the homecoming dance.

Does this mean Talia fucked Wes with the nose hat on?

>>4869182
>using a pair of tweezers for their intended purpose -- not to enhatten houseflies
Excuse you?

>>4870316
That nose hat stood on all day...
D-did Talia use crazy glue...?

>>4870316
OP never said she took it off, after all.

>>4869854
The good news is that, a philosophy interacting around the Self is probably going to be incompatible with a Buddhist based belief system such as the Instrumentalists. The bad news is, as a syncretic cult, it's entirely possible that their believers don't give a damn about how theological compatibility and consistency because it's not an actual religion or philosophy, just a front for a number of criminal activities and a way to exploit the rubes.
It's also possible, that there are two cults in town.

>>4870545
Considering there was reference to an ecumenical council, four or five branches would be a lowball guess.

>>4870680
So it's possible he IS an Instrumentalist, but not of the same group that tried to snatch Summer. Though, what makes these disparate groups fit together is something of a mystery.

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>>4869353
>Camelia

>>4870828
I'm more inclined that Alabaster or Rose are involved as a way to keep eyes on the groups, but David's always a possibility.
>Though, what makes these disparate groups fit together is something of a mystery.
That's why you call councils in the first place, and they very rarely end well for everyone involved.

>>4870912
It's just a scrum! A cult scrum! Where all the whiteboards are covered in occultic sticky notes!

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>>4870923
I should have included this image ahead of time!

>>4870923
>>4870931
I hate that you're right. And its hilarious.

>[x] Go talk to her.

All right, I was a sleepy bum after work today, but I'll get to writing now. Please wait warmly.

>>4871076
OP being sleepy? Unthinkable!

>>4871076
oh golly gosh gee willikers

>>4871076
OP Studios you big sleepy goofball

>>4871076
Warm but worried.

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Camelia is a tall woman, but she somehow looks so tiny sitting under the streetlight in her simple floral sundress, weeping along with the incessant chirping of crickets. She only notices you when you sit beside her.

"Hi," you say. "Do you remember me? I'm Wesley -- Amber's sister? We met at parent-teacher night last year."

Camelia sniffles back her tears and nods. "I remember you. You were wearing that shirt with all the sneezing cartoon girls on it."

You purse your lips.

"Auburn's mad at me," Camelia says. "Amber, too. I feel like such an idiot."

"What makes you think Amber is related to you?" You ask.

"You heard?" Camelia rests an elbow on her knee and rubs her forehead with the heel of her palm like she's trying to bid away bad memories. "You'll just think I'm crazy, too. Why don't you just head back inside."

"Are you an Instrumentalist?" You ask.

Camelia exhales, surprised. "Sure. Here to convince me of the error of my ways?"

"Actually, I want to know more. I've heard about it from people on the outside. I want to know about it from someone who's part of it."

She stares at the starless sky. "At its core," Camelia tells you, "Instrumentalism is about the memory of the world. The cycle of birth, death, and reincarnation leaves traces in the background of the universe itself... by meditating, you can subsume yourself into the oneness of all things, and connect with the You that used to be..." She sounds wistful. Eyes refocusing, she looks from the heavens back at you. "I love Auburn, but I've always felt like my family was incomplete, like I should have had another child, too. I had this hollowness inside me, for years... I thought I must be losing my mind, missing a person who didn't even exist. But then I found Instrumentalism, and they helped me realize that I'm not crazy. I'm just sensitive to the world's grand cadences. And when I first met Amber, I knew... I knew she was my daughter as strongly as you know that your reflection belongs to you. Amber is a part of me. She's my child from a past life. You can laugh. Everyone laughs. I know it's true."

"How do you know? Other than just a feeling, how do you know?"

"Why do you need more than just a feeling?" Camelia asks.

You shrug.

"Adepts from across human history have been sensitive to the background signals of the cosmos. People from wildly different times and cultures have independently discovered the same, underlying mechanisms--" she stops, shaking her head. "If you're truly interested, come to a meeting. Otherwise... I wouldn't be able to explain. I'm no bhikkhunī. Just a girl who did her reading."

"Uh. Sorry. I'm strictly Christian."

"I understand."

You rise. Camelia tilts her head up. Her eyes follow you. "Wesley. I don't blame Alabaster or Rose. Amber is their daughter, too. And I don't blame Amber for thinking this is all so strange. I just... wish she would get to know me."

"I'll see if I can put in a good word for you," you say noncommittally.

... so does Camelia see Wesley as a dead girl?

>>4871194
oh.
oh my.

this is concerning.

>>4871194
These mother fuckers cant leave well enough alone. They just have to open up Pandora's box for shits and giggles

>>4871224
To be fair, they have literally no idea what they've stumbled across. And SR has to be built at some point in this timeline, right? Just... not in as bloody a way as previous iterations.

>>4871194
Well that's concerning!

>>4871194

>And then I found this religion that told me I'm not crazy, I'm special

Okay crazy lady

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N-Mom is sitting on the hood of her VW Avalon, watching you from across the parking lot. Although she can't hear your conversation, she seems... let's go with displeased. So rather than go right back inside, you go and talk to her, to defuse her anger and worry.

"Do you remember the whole stranger danger thing?" N-Mom says. "Strangers are especially danger at the moment. Uh. Dangerous."

"She's just Auburn Brantly's mom."

"Anyone who raised a boy like that is someone to steer clear of."

"She's a chaperone!"

"Is chaperoning so hard that it makes people sob uncontrollably?"

You shake your head. "I think I'm about ready to go home anyway," you tell her. "I... ate some bad cheese."

"Fine by me. I was getting bored sitting out here." She goes for the door to the car.

[ ] Bring Summer and Will back home; invite Amber, too.
[ ] Just bring Summer and Will back home.
[ ] Give Summer and Will a quickie goodbye and head back with only your mommy.

>>4871271
>and head back with only your mommy
Oof, god that's tempting. But we already expressed our intentions to our girl, and it'd be rude to stand Will up at this stage.
>[x] Just bring Summer and Will back home.

>>4871271
>[ ] Just bring Summer and Will back home.
Let Amber have her night with Raisin Brantly

>>4871271
>quick goodbye. Some quality mommy time.

>>4871194
>Just a girl who did her reading.
I guess there's a chance we're gonna see her at BRB in the future hahaha

>>4871271
>[ ] Just bring Summer and Will back home.
But do give Amber a heads up that you're heading home.

>>4871271
invite amber

>>4871271
>[X] Just bring Summer and Will back home.
Uh we should definitely tell her what just happened, too, but I guess that can wait until after

>>4871271
>[x] Bring Summer and Will back home; invite Amber, too.

Let’s make it as degen as possible.

>>4871271
>[ ] Just bring Summer and Will back home.

Please wait warmly.

>>4871319
And so it begins.

>>4871319
Sitting out on the sun I have no choice.

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I have the scene about half complete, and I really like it so far, but I don't think I'll be finishing it tonight. Sorry to disappoint! I hate drawing things out, but writing on work nights always leaves me dragging ass.

I hope you can accept this lewd being posted Tuesday along with the episode's coda. Since there won't be any further choices, you can check back at your leisure!

>>4871406
No worries, OP. Take it easy.

>>4871406
Thanks for your hard work anyway, OP-sama! See ya soon!

>>4871406
OP Studios you big sleepy goofball!

OP Studios you big slow goofball!

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>>4872861
I am writing! And it will be posted soonish!

>>4872861
Olive boy, calm down!

>>4872867
>>4872869

woah

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>>4872878

>>4870912
Even when one side ISN'T an offbrand Aum Shinrikyo. Which THEY ARE. It's probably good that Wes is grounded and gets around mainly by car because holy fuck, I would not want to ride public transit in this city.

>>4871194
I'm somewhere between concern, sympathy and blind fucking panic.

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https://www.op-studios.net/fq-lewd-wes12

>>4872940
ohhhhh man

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>>4872940
Hell yeah motherfucker

>>4872940
G o o d fuckin' pastebin

>>4872940
this is great but
>no counter update

that one's *gotta* count, right?

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"I'm comin' out! I want the world to know! Got to let it show!"

The sick bassline of Diana Ross's backing band makes the whole backstage area rumble. The amps are cranked so loud that the music is distorted and warbly.

Aunt Cerise angrily sips a cup of coffee. She shakes her head. "Who the fuck chose this playlist. Steven, did you choose this playlist?"

"I don't want to hear you bitching," he growls. "I got you the highest profile endorsement I possibly could have gotten. So shut the fuck up and bask in the glory."

You sit in a folding chair with Riley in your lap. He always gets so nervous at campaign events, and he begged you to come keep him company. Although you hate nothing more than big public events, except perhaps for politics, you can never say no to Riley when he puts on the puppy dog eyes.

He plays Pokemon Snap. Watching from over his shoulder, chin resting on top of his head, you backseat drive, helping him.

"The music was my idea," Aunt Vivian says Despite being under the shade of the tenting backstage, she holds a parasol as she sits beside you. The parasol's lacy frills hang just low enough to occasionally tickle your nose, annoying you.

"Remind me to spank you later," Cerise says.

"Please do."

As the music fades, you can see on the monitors backstage what's happening on the other side of the blue curtains. A stooped, fragile old man walks out with the ample assistance of his Secret Service agents. It takes about three minutes for him to go the 50 or so feet he needs to to reach the podium. He can barely stand as his withered grey hands grip the podium's edges. "Hello," he croaks into the mic. The crowd cheers. He smiles. And as decrepit as he is, it's a winning smile.

He has one admirer up front who's particularly boisterous. Samantha Smatters holds a huge, hand-made sign in the air, jumping up and down, gazongas gazonging. The sign reads: "<3 U PRESIDENT CARTER"

When the crowd's cheering dies down (everyone except Sam, who keeps shouting incoherently like a hysteric fan at a concert), Jimmy Carter says: "I... love... Cerise. I really... really do."

"Does this qualify as elder abuse?" You ask.

Armstrong waves a hand dismissively. "Elder abuse is a matter of definition. Anyway, that's a perfectly acceptable political tactic. Has been for years."

"Hope he doesn't keel over on stage," you say.

Carter is struggling to find his words. "America is... there are... dangers... foreign... terrorism... currency. Economy. America. And Cerise -- I think. Is very, very strong."

Backstage, Cerise looks skeptically at Armstrong. "You sure about this?"

"Sure?" Armstrong sputters. "Sure I'm fucking sure. An endorsement from the only living former president is huge! You're as good as elected. Thank me later, why don't you."

"you should have pushed Kay harder to write that soft-interest profile..." Aunt Anna mutters, staring up at the monitors.

"Uh huh," N-Mom says. "See where that would have gotten you..."

>>4872982
>He plays Pokemon Snap.
Riley confirmed based

>The sign reads: "<3 U PRESIDENT CARTER"
LMAO

>>4872982
muh based Smatters

>only living former president

UHHHH

>>4872982
>only living former president

Jesus op, what the fucks been happening

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Carter takes about 20 minutes to ramble his way through 10 sentences, and then his bodyguards/hospice caretakers guide him away. The crowd cheers.

Armstrong rubs his hands together. "All right, baby. Let's show the world what a future Senator --" He points: "soon to be President! -- looks like!"

He steps out, clapping for Jimmy Carter along with the rest of the crowd, smiling broadly in his direction as Carter finally leaves the stage. Armstrong turns towards the mics and leans in close, saying, "what a man. What an American! Hasn't been a better President since, in my opinion." (The crowd is maybe a little skeptical of that, except Sam, who is the lone voice shouting: "whoooooo!") "Anyway, you folks are here to talk about the future, right? So how about -- YOUR FUTURE US SENATOR! CERISE SOLILOQUY!"

He steps back, clapping even more vigorously, as Cerise emerges arm-in-arm with Anna. Armstrong stands at their side while Cerise peels herself off her wife and adjusts the podium's mic. If the crowd was excited for Jimmy Carter, they're orgiastic over Cerise, and she has to wait almost two full minutes before she can get even a word out.

Riley gets anxious at campaign stops, but he always likes to see his mommy speak. He turns his head up towards the monitors and watches, open mouth smiling.

"California," Cerise says. Her voice echoes weirdly across the field. "I heard your call. So I'm answering. This November--" This draws renewed cheering. She quiets them down, motioning for them to calm themselves. "...This November, you have a real choice. You can choose the busted status quo, or you can cast a vote for change. I hope--"

"Cerise--!" Armstrong grunts.

It happens so quickly. The pop of gunfire rings out, distant-sounding from where you sit, but sickeningly distinct. And then you see a fine red mist of blood exploding from Cerise's back. There's a rapid series of shots, but she takes only one bullet before Armstrong can tackle her to the floor. He latches onto her, falls with her, and bodily shields her as the crowd starts screaming in horror. Cerise's private security swarm the stage, giving more cover, and pulling Anna down as well.

Beside you, the normally taciturn Vivian gasps and drops her parasol; N-Mom pulls her service pistol and stands directly in front of you with it at the ready, hyper-vigilant for any immediate threats.

Riley wails. You cover his eyes, but way too late. He saw it all.

In the chaotic crush of the confused and shrieking crowd, you glimpse the gunman right before he gets tackled and subdued. He's wearing a mask covered in eyes of lapis.

>>4872991
WHAT THE FUCK