>>5106705
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>>5106705
>>Jerry Denton.

>>5106705
>Petunia Donahue.

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>>5106705
>Jerry Denton

>>5106705
>Jerry Denton

>>5106705
>Petunia Donahue.

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>Jerry Denton

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You’re Jerry Denton, proud husband and father of one. Also, the owner of Champagne Bear: a restaurant that serves Traditional Lokyo dishes. Decades ago, your father built this place as a bar, hence the ridiculous name. It helped turn people’s heads in a time when customers preferred their regular places, so you’re no one to judge.

Your father was a craftsman who enjoyed a nice drink, so it was only natural he ended up with a joint, “a match made in heaven” or so he said. He later turned it into a restaurant when he wanted to squeeze more money out of this place, he came up with a rushed menu that nobody enjoyed. You remember the long nights where he kept beating his head on the table for inspiration, cursing the night for being too dark to give him ideas. Everything went sour until he nailed a seemingly perfect recipe: The Golden Crusher Burger. A recipe from overseas that goes against the spirit of the establishment he founded. You still find humor in this fact. “It’s a foreigner meal with a Lokyo flavor. We teach them how to make their own damn food!” he used to say. It worked, so who are you to judge? It probably worked too well.

It became a tourist hotspot overnight. One war correspondent from another country wrote about it on their papers abroad after the conflict at the border ended: the crispy, tangy and succulent burger the world has never seen before from a land of devastation. It was a hit piece overseas. You recall your father pointing at any lonely foreigner who came by and saying “He’s the food critic, I swear. Get him one of the good drinks!” you lost thousands, but the restaurant got a better reputation in exchange.

It didn’t take long for an actual food critic to come by, and the Champagne Bear took its deserved place in the pantheon of greatness, becoming a three stars restaurant by the most renowned Food Magazine on the planet. Only fancy places get such honors, few modest joints in Prancijan ever got the accolade, you can only recall the Meadow Tower off the top of your head. This modest place reached the top, and so did your father’s ego.

He later became unbearable to work with, he wasn’t much of a perfectionist before, but he started seeing mistakes everywhere – mistakes nobody else seemed to catch. Growing up in a kitchen, you knew how to take the heat, but there was no way to please him. Your passion for food went away, maybe it wasn’t even there to begin with; you only helped because that’s what family is supposed to do. You took over the place because that’s what you were supposed to do. You never questioned it. You don’t blame your son for choosing his own path, you don’t know a pebble about art, but you’ll support him.

>>5106844


To this day, you don’t know what your father wanted, The Golden Crusher Burger isn’t even difficult to make, that’s the whole point. It’s just tricky to keep the recipe within the family. It’s just a hamburger. Still, your father died a bitter man, even when the whole world was at his feet. He was probably still bitter that the old place broke down, but who are you to say now?

“Uncle Jerry, I asked you how to make the damn burger, not to tell me the family history!” Your new assistant, one of your son’s classmates, ‘Nia Sambou’ is bored from top to bottom from your story. They call her ‘Sammi’. She has worked the dishes, and now you have her work the cashier, she popped the question and you went on a tangent.

“I told you that you must be part of the family first.” You dryly respond. You can talk as much as you want, you come here to make the burgers and your crew does the other dishes. Every now and then you cook something else, but it’s rare.

“That’s the plan!” Sammi is not even subtle about wanting to be with your son anymore. He can do better.

“Stop wasting your time here and ask him out. Life is short.” Your advice is never taken, but you’ll give it anyway.

“Hmph, but I’m not sure if I really like him…” Sammi is conflicted. You don’t like teenagers.

“You wanna marry me instead?” You have a lovely wife you’ll never ditch for your son’s leftovers.

“Eugh! Gross! Don’t say that!” Sammi acts appropriately. Good.

What kind of client shows up first?

>A Mafiosi.
>One of Jerry’s son’s classmates.
>Flame User.
>Flint Masterson, he needs to eat the Golden Crusher Burger at last. (Please, pick this option.-Flint.)
>Write In.

>>5106846
>>Flame User.

>>5106846
>Flame User.

>>5106846
>>Flint Masterson, he needs to eat the Golden Crusher Burger at last. (Please, pick this option.-Flint.)

>>5106846
>Flame User
And also
>Flint
But mainly Flint

>>5106846
>>Flint Masterson, he needs to eat the Golden Crusher Burger at last. (Please, pick this option.-Flint.)

>>5106846
>Flame User.

>>5106846
>Flame User.

>>5106846
>>Flint Masterson, he needs to eat the Golden Crusher Burger at last. (Please, pick this option.-Flint.)

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“Remember Sammi, in this barstool we serve special clientele. Our regular customers and the ones I handpick.” You let Sammi know again about your made-up rules. This part of the establishment is for regular patrons, and some rowdy bunch you deal with personally. Your father liked cooking in front of customers, ‘The customers like seeing what they’re about to eat!’ he used to say. You never felt inclined to agree, but your most loyal ones like the spectacle of it – some still trying to figure out the recipe, so in this new building you decided to put a grill here too. 2 kitchens basically.

“Righty…” Sammi can’t even feign enthusiasm. With her at the helm of the store, this place is doomed. “I just pick up orders anyway.”

“And serve the drinks and clean the barstool.” You remind her that her job isn’t that simple.

“Yeah, that too.” Sammi agrees just so you can shut up.

A waiter brings a customer over to this part…

“Mr. Cahill, it’s good to see you.” You try to be nice to your regular patron. An overweight lawyer who lost his son not too long ago. He hasn’t been able to cheer up in a while, faking enthusiasm every day, it’s hard for you to see. People endure their pain their own way.

“Worried you won’t see me again, Jerry? I eat a lot, but I’m sure you’ll find better customers right away with me gone. It’s not like I’ve been around the last few days…” Cahill jokingly smiles, the bags under his eyes and his raspy voice tells you he’s not sleeping very well. He sits and starts caressing his chin.

“What can I get you?” Sammi interrupts, she wants to look reliable.

“Huh? You’re not working the grill alone? Is age catching up to ya, Jerry?” Cahill is used to you working this place alone. Usually, you don’t even stand here, you get called up whenever someone important shows up. With Sammi around and no position for her to fill, you had to come up with one. “I’ll have the usual!”

“All of you say the same thing...” Sammi feels like her post is pointless, took a while for it to dawn on her.

“Sorry, peach! That’s how it usually goes!” Mr. Cahill doesn’t want to cause any disturbance.

“Tell her what you’re drinking, Cahill.” You begin working the grill…

“Can you just call me ‘Uwikar’ for once?” Mr. Cahill sighs. He changed his name to his made-up one years ago, you refuse to acknowledge it. “I’ll have some Somber Cola. I don’t need booze this early.”

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>>5106971


“Here’s your pop, Uwikar.” Sammi is wonderfully dexterous at opening bottles.

“I like the way you say it, girl. It comes out so nicely from you, like a beautiful bird singing it!” Mr. Cahill finds some joy again.

“Gross.” Sammi acts accordingly. Good.

“Be nicer to the customer.” You still have a business here.

“Hey, I’m just trying to be friendly here…” Mr. Cahill feels offended. “I’m not interested in someone your age, y’know?”

“I’ll add an extra patty for the inconvenience.” You know that will cheer him up.

Be a good host! Make the patron feel better!

>Serve Cahill some booze on the house.
>Ask Cahill how he has been holding up lately.
>Demand Sammi to apologize and be nice to Cahill.
>Write In.

Who’s the next customer?

>Another Flame User.
>One of the Five Heavenly Pillars.
>A famous celebrity.
>Flint ‘Man who would love to eat a Golden Crusher’ Masterson, he needs to eat the Golden Crusher Burger after so much pain. (C’mon, it was funny at first, but pick this now.-Flint.)
>Write In.

>>5106973
>>Ask Cahill how he has been holding up lately.
>A famous celebrity.

>>5106973
>Serve Cahill some booze on a house.
>Flint ‘Man who would love to eat a Golden Crusher’ Masterson, he needs to eat the Golden Crusher Burger after so much pain. (C’mon, it was funny at first, but pick this now.-Flint.)

>>5106973
>Ask Cahill how he has been holding up lately.
>>Flint ‘Man who would love to eat a Golden Crusher’ Masterson, he needs to eat the Golden Crusher Burger after so much pain. (C’mon, it was funny at first, but pick this now.-Flint.)

>>5106973
>Ask Cahill how he has been holding up lately.
>A famous celebrity.

>>5106973
>Ask Cahill how he has been holding up lately.
>A famous celebrity.

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“How have you been holding up, Cahill?” You rarely act friendly with the customers, you just leave them be, but Cahill is in a different place.

“I must look quite battered if you’re voicing your concern, ha!” Cahill takes it with humor, but he must feel conflicted about it. “But it’s all good, just tired! Having my own firm isn’t easy work, let me tell ya. Nobody says a peep about promoting yourself, so it’s been a journey. Though I have to admit that showing up on TV is a blast.”

“Are you famous?” Sammi is interested. Now you know how she looks when she isn’t bored.

“Cahill is a well-known prosecutor, he worked in business embezzlement and collusion cases. He retired from prosecution to build his own firm.” You recall from memory. “Here’s your meal.” You hand him the burger. Cahill gives it a good sniff before chomping it down. He stops for a second to talk.

“That’s precisely it. I feel flattered, I didn’t think you were actually listening to all my ramblings from way back, Jerry.” Cahill is touched by your recalling. “I’ve been called for a consultant role for some newsworthy cases lately, it’s quite fun dissecting the process from the outside – and well, in not exactly the most professional way either.”

“Woah, that’s really incredible, Uwikar!” Sammi changes the beat of her drum to be more approachable. Is this where Scarlet learned this from…?

“Ha! Thank you! What a sweet smile you’re giving me!” Cahill doesn’t care about which place the compliment came from as long as a cute girl says it.

Cahill is in a hell of a better mood than when he came in. Speaking of coming in, a new customer approaches, the waiters tried to stop him, but he just came over without a care – not really forcing his way in here either. He’s a tall, well-built, young man with a carefree look on his face.

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>>5107105

“Can I sit over here?” The man awkwardly smirks, he has been willfully ignoring what your staff is trying to tell him. You wave them off, they know you’ll deal with him.

“Good sir, I’ll let you know this is unlawful trespassing, you should turn back to where you came from.” Cahill won’t stand idle while someone disrespects your place.

“Feel welcome.” You don’t think you can take him in a fight, so you better tread carefully even if the law is on your side.

“It isn’t unlawful trespassing anymore.” The kid chuckles. “But seriously, thanks. I’ll apologize to the staff later, I just needed to sit where the champs did.” The young man looks around. “Can I get one of your famous burgers?”

“Hey! Are you ‘Red Bullet’ Koh?” Sammi seems to know who this guy is. You recognize the name, he’s an upcoming boxing star, and he’s getting famous. “I have a friend who’s a big fan!”

“Don’t harass the customer.” You remind Sammi to behave again.
“Oh no. I was discovered.” Koh replies sarcastically. “Anyway, is this the place those famous legends ate?” Sammi was ignored.

“No. We tore down that place long ago and a pharmacy was built in its place.” You needed to expand anyway.

“Oh, so like all old legends, it all crumbled down?” Koh finds himself rather humorous. “Sorry, sorry, I’m not trying to get on your nerves, I know I must come off as awfully rude.”

“You’re right about that.” Cahill doesn’t like the gall of this man.

“I’m more awkward than malicious, fella.” Red Bullet seems to be trying not to be a bother.

“We’ll disagree then.” Cahill adjusts his glasses as he continues eating his meal.

“Sheesh, the big city is so unwelcoming.” Koh doesn’t know when to quit. He’s a boxer, all right.

“What do you expect with that attitude?” Sammi didn’t take kindly to being ignored.

“A somber cola?” Koh raises an eyebrow as he points at his wanted drink.

To be a good host, you need to control your patrons too!

>Show Red Bullet Koh the door.
>Warn Red Bullet Koh about being kicked out.
>Tell everyone to relax. You firmly believe Koh is as awkward as he says.
>Write In.

Who’s the next customer?

>Another Flame User.
>A Government Official.
>A regular customer.
>Flint ‘Man who hasn’t eaten a Golden Crusher in years’ Masterson. He not only needs to eat the Golden Crusher Burger, he deserves it! (Hey, buddy, Grilled Justice happened in 2018, get a clue. Pick this one.- Flint.)
>Write In.

(Last Reply of the Day, we continue tomorrow!)

>>5107106
>>Tell everyone to relax. You firmly believe Koh is as awkward as he says.
>A Government Official.

>>5107106
>Tell everyone to relax. You firmly believe Koh is as awkward as he says.
>A regular customer.

>>5107106
>Tell everyone to relax. You firmly believe Koh is as awkward as he says.
>Flint

>>5107106
>Tell everyone to relax. You firmly believe Koh is as awkward as he says.
>A regular customer.

>>5107106
>Tell everyone to relax. You firmly believe Koh is as awkward as he says.

>Flint ‘Man who hasn’t eaten a Golden Crusher in years’ Masterson. He not only needs to eat the Golden Crusher Burger, he deserves it! (Hey, buddy, Grilled Justice happened in 2018, get a clue. Pick this one.- Flint.)

>>5107106
>Tell everyone to relax. You firmly believe Koh is as awkward as he says.
No matter the asshole he is, customer is still a customer. Just pray he won’t cum back.
>Flint ‘Man who hasn’t eaten a Golden Crusher in years’ Masterson. He not only needs to eat the Golden Crusher Burger, he deserves it! (Hey, buddy, Grilled Justice happened in 2018, get a clue. Pick this one.- Flint.)
I feel like we might want him inside.

>>5107106
>>Tell everyone to relax. You firmly believe Koh is as awkward as he says.
>A regular customer.

>>5107106
>A regular customer.

>>5106844
>Picture of the dog Terry was inadvertently responsible for the death of on the wall
I didn't catch that little detail last night but it's nice.

>>5107106
>Tell everyone to relax. You firmly believe Koh is as awkward as he says.

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>>5107106
Forgot to add
>A regular customer.

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“And you think I’m gonna bend over backwards to get one for you?” Sammi isn’t behaving herself.

“It’d be quite the sight if you did that, wouldn’t it? Give it a try.” Koh is not taking anyone seriously.

“Enough, please. Don’t toy with my employees.” You don’t want more chaos in your barstool. “If you meant what you said a moment before, I’m gonna ask you to cut it out, Mr. Koh. And as for everyone else, please calm down.”

“I wasn’t in a confrontational mood anyhow.” Cahill chuckles as he doesn’t see himself as a man of action.

“I meant every word. I’m not here to cause any trouble on purpose.” Koh is apologetic enough. “I apologize for upsetting you, girl.”

“Yeah, right.” Sammi doesn’t buy it.

“I still want the cola.” Koh isn’t kidding despite his sarcastic smirk. “None of that diet stuff, I read that one is even worse for the body than a regular one.”

“Is it?” Sammi opens a bottle for Koh as she sounds as if she couldn’t care less again. “What else are you ordering?”

“What else? The special.” Koh wants a Golden Crusher.

“Coming right up.” You’ll do everyone’s favorite dish…

“You’re going to eat something spectacular, Bullet kid.” Cahill starts bragging like he made them.

“Oh? Am I? I never expected the special to be something special.” Koh wiggles both eyebrows.

“One of these days you’ll say something that will get you in trouble, young man. As a lawyer I’ve seen my share of loud mouths getting their comeuppance. Take it as free legal advice.” Cahill scolds the young boxer as he continues to tap his feet, he’s obviously still annoyed.

“I can pay for it, give me your card, I’ll call you if I get into trouble.” Koh extends his hand over to Cahill.

“Any lawyer worth his salt knows that prevention is the fundamental piece to keeping people out of jail.” Cahill puts his card in Koh's hand. “But I know a future regular when I see one.”

“You’re one of those shady lawyers, aren’t ya?” Sammi doesn’t like what she’s seeing.

“Uwikar Cahill, huh?” Koh puts the card inside his wallet.

“Your meal, sir.” You hand over the Golden Crusher in all of its glory.

“What a sight.” Koh is genuinely excited to eat it.

“Hey, Uncle Jerry, are you gonna teach me how to make it now?” Sammi likes the smell.

“No.” You don’t even want her as a daughter in law anymore.

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>>5108154

One of the waiters shows the way to one of the regulars, she takes her usual place in the barstool…

“Stella, it’s been a while.” You’re happy to see the short-fused writer.

“Did you get fatter since last time?” Stella has no filters.

“No.” You don’t even want her as a customer anymore.

“You sure you weren’t talking about me?” Cahill starts laughing as he rubs his belly.

“Gah! Cahill! You’re here again!?” Stella has a strange relationship with the lawyer. You believe they’re friendly with each other. “Who am I kidding? You’re always here.”

“Oh boy, another friendly citizen.” Koh isn’t used to everyone making fun of each other.

“Oh. Wow. You’re the boxer kid, Koh. You’re not half bad, even if you’re acting half witted.” Stella shrugs. “Sarcasm is the unhumorous’ attempt at humor.”

“I hope you’re not a writer with zingers like that.” Koh rolls his eyes.

“You’re the least appropriate man to talk about missing their shots.” Stella chuckles at her own joke, killing it in the process.

“What are you eating, lady?” In her first proactive action of the day, Sammi manages to break the friction by doing her job.

“It’s not gonna kill you if you were a lil’ bit more respectful, girl.” Stella doesn’t like your assistant’s attitude.

“Stella, please.” You ask for her order.

“Don’t ‘please’ me, baldy. You know what I’m eating, I always eat the same damn thing, dunno why she’s asking. Is she new?” Stella is being a little more toxic than usual, she might’ve had a fight with her husband again. “New and incompetent go hand-in-hand. You know all about it, don’t you, Koh?”

“I’m trying to eat a burger here, lady.” Koh didn’t know where that came from.

“Today was not a good day to come by, huh?” Cahill tries to joke with you. He should know at this point you need to crack a good one to make you smile.

“Might be your last with the gut you’re proudly showing.” Stella taps the fat man’s belly.

Why is everyone being so unnecessarily conflictive today…? You have a bad feeling that things are going to get worse if you don’t do something about it.

Not even the best of hosts can stop a tempest. Yet, you will foolishly try something.

>Cook Stella’s meal as fast as possible to keep her quiet.
>Ask Stella what happened this time for her to be in such a bad mood.
>Order Sammi to create order. It’s time for her to deal with the worst bits of the business.
>Write In.

Who’s the next customer?

>Another flame user.
>Flint.
>Flint.
>The President.
>Flint.
>Flint.
>Someone nice who will help you deal with these idiots (Not Flint).
>Flint.
>Write In. (Flint.)
>Write In.

>>5108155
>>Ask Stella what happened this time for her to be in such a bad mood.
>The President.
Oh shit

>Order Sammi to create order. It’s time for her to deal with the worst bits of the business.
>Flint.

>>5108155
>Order Sammi to create order. It’s time for her to deal with the worst bits of the business.
>The President.
PLOT

>>5108155
>Ask Stella what happened this time for her to be in such a bad mood.
>Flint

>>5108155
>Ask Stella what happened this time for her to be in such a bad mood.
>The President.

>>5108155
>The President.
>Order Sammi to create order. It’s time for her to deal with the worst bits of the business.

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“Sammi, do your job.” You need her to learn the ropes about the business, and dealing with customers is the number one thing.

“Huh, what are you eating…?” Sammi asks Stella again… The writer shakes her head in disapproval.

“Not that, get the customers under control.” It’s decided, you’ll sell this place after you retire.

“I was afraid you were going to say that…” Sammi is damn lazy. She turns to the rowdy clientele. “Could you quit harassing the fatso? It’s damn gross!”

“Did you really call one of your customers a fatso? What’s wrong with you? Is this really your first day or what…?” Stella’s mouth is open from the utter shock.

“I can’t blame her, she’s the type of girl who calls it like it is.” Cahill can leave the insult past him if he’s treated properly from this point onwards.

“I bet she wouldn’t like what we can say about her appearance.” Stella looks at Sammi from top to bottom.

“A couple of words come to mind…” Koh starts whistling.

“Just look at her! Jerry, how can you allow her to dress like that for this job?!” Stella starts complaining again.

“Some people might enjoy the view.” Cahill adjusted his glasses.

“You creepy old fart! Get a hold of yourself!” Stella didn’t like that comment one bit, nor did you.

“Y-You weren’t here when I said it, but I’m not interested in young girls like here! I’m happily married!” Cahill swears he’s a saint. No lawyer is good.

“Anyway, Jerry! Get your employees in order please!” Stella continues making a ruckus. You’re close to having enough.

“Sammi…” You remind your assistant to do her job once again.

“H-Hey, old hag, stop distracting him! He’s trying to make your food! You don’t want it to come out all saggy like you.” Sammi is digging her own grave.

“Did you just call me old hag…?” Stella is appalled.

“Bold of you to ignore the saggy bit.” Koh drinks his soda.

“Shut up!” Stella doesn’t want to hear a word from the fighting man. “You. Whatever your name is. I’m not going to allow you to turn this restaurant into a circus! This place is far too good to close down because someone is too incompetent to know common courtesy. Come over here, I’m gonna teach you some manners.”

“Huh?! You wanna fight?!” Sammi puts half of her body over the counter. Stella grabs her by the shirt and… starts buttoning it. “Hey! Hey! Hey! W-What do you think you’re doing?!”

“Cover yourself, you’re not the piece of meat anyone here is looking for. Now lower your tone, and start acting professionally.” Stella reprimands Sammi like she’s in preschool.

“Hey! I know how to do my job!” Sammi gets flustered.

“You do…?” Cahill raises an eyebrow.

“I was about to say the same thing.” Koh cannot help but to smile.

“Tch, you two just don’t know how to be customers!” Sammi won’t take the blame.

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>>5108343

“You’re a disaster.” Stella frowns. “You can’t lose your temper like that. Be polite and composed. Look at the people you’re talking to. And lower that skirt for crying out loud…”

Stella, Cahill and Koh worked together to fix Sammi’s act to something else, while you continued cooking…

“Hi, there, Mr. Uwikar! What do you wish to eat today?” Sammi does a cutesy pose for everyone’s amusement. You have no idea what they’ve done to her.

“Oh geez, she’s actually posing now…” Koh can’t contain his laughter. Sammi remains oblivious.

“Y’know, good girl, I think a round of burgers for everyone here is in order!” Cahill takes his wallet out, he means it.

“How wonderful! Do you want to add anything to your order? Maybe some fries?” Sammi is all gone.

“Hohoho, I’m good, peach! Thank you!” Cahill has a good belly laugh.

“Your order will be done in a couple of minutes! Thank you for your patronage!” Sammi smiles!

“There, Jerry, I fixed her for you.” Stella looks like a proud mother, maybe even rivalling your own wife.

“Hmph, I believe you just gave me a new problem. Either way, here’s your fix.” You hand Stella her meal.

“Thank you, thank you.” Stella is overjoyed to get her fangs on this piece of meat.

Somehow, brainwashing Sammi made everyone friendlier with each other. You made some sacrifices before, and your future daughter in law isn’t exempt from joining that list.

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>>5108345

But then, the restaurant turns dead silent, a new customer arrives – he’s heavily guarded, but asks his men to leave him be. Despite his efforts, the bodyguards didn’t follow his orders, and they’re asking your customers to leave the place. The imposing man approaches your barstool.

“T-T-That’s the President…!” Stella shouts with mouth half full.

“Lazarus Don Gordon Jr.? Why is he here of all places…?” Cahill cleans his glasses and puts them back on again in disbelief.

“To eat?” Red Bullet Koh can’t stop taking things lightly.

You don’t know the man personally, but…

“Ladies, gentlemen, it’s a pleasure. Sorry for causing major inconveniences.” The head of state bows to everyone present. “Please go ahead, continue, I don’t want to interrupt your meal.”

“Sorry, we’ll have to ask you all to leave the establishment for now.” The head of the bodyguards asks your patrons. They sound like foreigners, maybe those military people that came over from overseas. “There’s a woman outside who will take your names, we’ll pay for your meal in full.”

Cahill, Koh and Stella give each other a look, unsure on how to proceed despite having a lawyer among them.

You’ll raise your voice.

To be a good host, you need to host people…

>Tell the President you’re not going to serve him unless your patrons stay.
>Ask them to leave and tell them the next meal is on the house.
>Write In.

Is someone else showing up?

>Yes, Flint ‘I’m starving’ Masterson. (You’re literally mocking me at this point, this is not funny, you can’t ignore me forever, just pick this option! I swear I’m not going to cause any trouble to the President! I’m a patriot or some shit! JUST GIVE ME MY DAMN BURGER! .- Flint)
>Yes, but later.
>No.

>>5108348

Last Reply of the Day, We continue tomorrow!

>>5108348
>Tell the President you’re not going to serve him unless your patrons stay.
>Yes, but later.

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>>5108348
>Tell the President you’re not going to serve him unless your patrons stay.


>>Yes, Flint ‘I’m starving’ Masterson. (You’re literally mocking me at this point, this is not funny, you can’t ignore me forever, just pick this option! I swear I’m not going to cause any trouble to the President! I’m a patriot or some shit! JUST GIVE ME MY DAMN BURGER! .- Flint)

>>5108348
>Tell the President you're not going to serve him unless your patrons stay.
"It's an honor, but you're unlikely to be a regular like these people are. If you did become a regular, it'd be even more important for my business to not kick out patrons every time you show up or I'd go bankrupt in no time."
>Yes, Flint 'I'm starving' Masterson

>>5108661
+1, but can we offer to make burgers for his bodyguards too? That might earn us points with everybody honestly.

>>5108348
>Tell the President you’re not going to serve him unless your patrons stay.
Reputation and pride first.
>>Yes, Flint ‘I’m starving’ Masterson. (You’re literally mocking me at this point, this is not funny, you can’t ignore me forever, just pick this option! I swear I’m not going to cause any trouble to the President! I’m a patriot or some shit! JUST GIVE ME MY DAMN BURGER! .- Flint)

>>5108665
Hey feeding the bodyguards is a good idea!

>>5108348
>>Tell the President you’re not going to serve him unless your patrons stay.
>Yes, Flint ‘I’m starving’ Masterson. (You’re literally mocking me at this point, this is not funny, you can’t ignore me forever, just pick this option! I swear I’m not going to cause any trouble to the President! I’m a patriot or some shit! JUST GIVE ME MY DAMN BURGER! .- Flint)

>>5108348

>>5108661
+1 for this and also offering a burger for the bodyguards.

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“I’m sorry, Mr. President. I can’t serve you food unless my patrons stay.” You’re running a business here, that’s the sole reason you’re staying in this city. “It’s an honor, but you’re unlikely to become a regular like these people are. If you did become one, it’d be even more important for my business to not kick out patrons every time you show up or I’d go bankrupt in no time.”

“Are you listening to yourself? This is the most important person in this country.” The Head of the Bodyguards isn’t taking it well.

“This is a very unusual request. The President doesn’t have the authority to kick everyone out of a private building. What you’re asking for is forbidden by law.” Cahill knows about the legality of this situation.

“Your country’s laws are too lenient, it’s for his own safety.” The bodyguard in charge doesn’t care about the possible ramifications of his actions.

“Maybe he shouldn’t randomly pop up at burger joints...” Koh isn’t taking this as lightly as with everything else but he still has time to throw his sarcastic remarks. “Just a thought.”

“I explicitly asked to not disturb anyone’s meal.” It seems the President doesn’t have much control over what his guard does.

“Well great work with that, Gordon, the place is almost empty ‘cause of you.” Stella reprimands the most powerful authority of the country like he was a puppy that pissed on the carpet… “Honestly, what kind of bum ass President shows up in a place like this? Shouldn’t you be working?”

“Doesn’t matter how important the job is, everyone has lunch breaks.” The President deadpans.

“Who do you think you are to talk to the President like that?!” A spirited bodyguard grabs Stella by the arm.

“I recommend you not to say a word.” Cahill grabs Stella’s other arm to stop her from going off. “But if you do it anyway, you know my number.”

“Stop it, leave the lady alone.” Gordon Jr. disapproves of his guard’s actions. “We’ll follow this establishment’s rules as cordially demanded.”

“Then we’re leaving.” The head of the bodyguards only thinks about the head of state’s safety and nothing else.

“Hey! You scared everyone away and you’re leaving?! What’s wrong with you people?!” Stella can’t believe her eyes.

“At least have the deference to order takeout.” Cahill agrees they’re doing you no favors.

“Is it that you guys are too lazy to do your job?” Koh chuckles again, this last bit infuriated the head of the bodyguards.

“You don’t have to leave. I’ll serve everyone a decent burger, yes, I mean absolutely everyone.” You offer to appease everyone.

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>>5109372

The Bodyguard boss was against the idea, but his men were all about it – so by popular demand, everyone decided to take you up on the offer. President Gordon lets you know he’ll pay for everything out of pocket.

You asked the rest of your staff for help, and ordered Sammi to call over your son Terrance to aid you with the burgers to speed up the cooking process. He hasn’t perfected the technique yet to prepare them on his own, but you can take over at the critical moments. If this happened before the major incidents, you would’ve called your wife for assistance, but she left with the Argyles out of the city until things calmed down. You’re planning on visiting them every weekend. You miss your wife dearly, but this is your sole source of income, and the property values have dropped immensely in case you wanted to sell.

Now that everyone is here, you’ll work together to get this feast ready.

“Haha, Scarlet is not going to believe we met the president.” Terrance is always willing to help out since he spends a lot of time here. Your home is too small and cramped, so you let your son use one of the rooms upstairs to work on his art, sometimes he even sleeps over.

“How is she?” You haven’t seen the little redhead in weeks.

“She has ballooned up.” Terrance should never say that in front of her. You learned that the hard way with your wife, doesn’t matter how much you say you don’t mind, some women are too self-conscious. Sammi’s right eye is twitching, like she’s doing everything she can to control herself from saying her peace, maybe to correct Terrance. She might be a good friend after all.

“Kids these days don’t know how to maintain their figure, let me tell ya.” Stella has half of her burger in her mouth…

“I have no idea how guys like you can keep those kinds of bodies. Like the amount of dedication is astounding.” Cahill turns to Koh to compliment him, what a shift from earlier.

“It’s not difficult, you just have to work every day. Then before you know it, you start challenging yourself a little bit more and more. I used to be a fat fuck, my classmates used to call me Red Boulder Koh. Now? Now I beat the crap out of them.” Red Bullet Koh has pleasant memories from his childhood. He’s 19. He’s still a kid. “But seriously, are we all collectively ignoring that the President is sitting right by us?”

“Hm.” President Gordon Jr. silently observes everyone enjoying their food.

“What are you going to have today, Mr. Gordon?” Sammi is still a great help. “I recommend today’s special, the same special as every day, and that doesn’t make it any less special!” Sammi does another cutesy pose. Terrance is loving it, he’s having a good laugh.

“That one, thank you, young lady.” Gordon isn’t a picky eater.

“One Golden Crusher coming right up, sir!” Sammi raises her fist in excitement.

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>>5109373

“I’m almost done with this one, it’ll be all yours.” You’re preparing the same thing over and over, so it’s not like you’re starting now.

But suddenly, the main entrance door is slammed open. A terribly annoyed young woman shows up, she has the same kind of uniform as the other bodyguards that are enjoying their food.

“HEY! What happened?! Why did nobody tell me that was everyone?!” The stressed young woman shouts. “Wait, you guys are eating without me?!”

“Officer Cocoa, for the last time, behave.” The boss of the bodyguards can’t enjoy his salad with this ruckus. “Just because you were recommended by Leitgeb, doesn't mean you can’t get fired.”

“Oh. Sorry.” The troubled young bodyguard starts apologizing.

“Here’s your burger, sir.” You hand Gordon Jr. his piece of meat.

“Give it to her. Serve me last.” Gordon rejects the food.

“Girl, come over, here’s your fix!” You call the mess of an officer to the barstool.

“W-What…? Y-Yes, sir!” Officer Cocoa comes over and sits right next to the president. “T-Thanks.”

“Don’t be shy, you pay his salary with your taxes.” Stella smiles.

“…She’s also a public worker if she’s a cop, Stella.” Cahill couldn’t keep that to himself.

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOAH!” Cocoa bites the burger. “THIS IS REALLY GOOD!”

“…” President Gordon doesn’t react.

“Haha, what a girl.” Terrance chuckles. Sammi pushes him with her hip, there are still traces of the old Sammi in her.

The mood returns to what it was before Cocoa’s interruption. You realize there aren’t many patties left, you make a few dozen per day. To make the perfect patty, you need to combine different meats and season them correctly – it’s a laborious process and you don’t like staying in the kitchen all day anymore. So that’s why there is so little in quantity. Also the scarcity makes the dish special. First come, first served. Luckily enough, this last one will be for the President.

But the main door is gingerly opened to show one more client…

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>>5109375

“I’m finally here…” That burly man…

“Flint Masterson?” It’s been years since you last saw him, he went overseas for work.

“Old man…” Flint is in tears. “I missed you so much…”

“That’s the guy from the other day! It’s been more than a week since we saw each other though…” Terrance met Flint the other day? That’s news to you. “What took you so long? I thought you wanted your burger very badly.”

“Well, I blanked out on the address, and the person who knows it wants me dead. So, I had to find this place on my own! Also I was busy helping some friends, and that devilish girl…” Flint explains, yet, no one can make out what he’s talking about. “But that’s the past! Old man, give me the classic!”

“You mean a Golden Crusher Burger, sir?” Sammi gets all adorable again.

“The one and only!” Flint looks in bliss!

“Sorry, sir, we’ve run out! You’ll have to come back tomorrow!” Sammi stabs Flint in the chest.

“…You kiddin’, right?” Flint is not taking this well.

“The President has the last one of the day. Sorry, kid, you’ll have to wait for tomorrow.” You point out.

“Ehem, you know, I pay my taxes and—”

“You’re not taking the President’s burger away.” The main bodyguard gets in the way of Flint.

“Doesn’t look like that is going to stop him…” Cahill adjusts his glasses nervously.

“What happened to his face?” Stella is worried about Flint’s scar.

“Hohoho, I love when fights break out. Even better when I’m not involved.” Koh is ready for a spectacle.

“Oh no, we don’t want people fighting inside…” Terrance is worried.

“Mr. Jerome, I caused enough trouble as it is, it’s your establishment, you decide who the burger belongs to. My advice: Give it to who you think deserves it the most.” The President is giving the cue to solve this issue.

Who do you give the last Golden Crusher Burger to?

>Eat it yourself.
>The President. First comes, first served.
>Flint. He seems like he needs it.
>Terrance. Because he has been a great help.
>Sammi. She suffered enough today she deserves a treat.
>Cahill. He has been down lately, he needs a boost.
>Koh. Because he can defend himself from Flint.
>Stella. So she can give it to Roger.
>Cocoa. She seems to love meat, and you like seeing people happy.
>A random bodyguard. You’ll probably make a customer out of them for life.
>Write In.

>>5109378
>The President. First comes, first served.
We're professionals

>>5109378
>The President. First comes, first served.
Sorry, Flint.

>>5109378
>Flint. He seems like he needs it.
Just so when things go wrong for him it'll be extra hilarious.

>>5109378
>The President. First comes, first served.

>>5109378
>>Flint. He seems like he needs it.

>>5109378
>The President. First comes, first served.
I’m sorry Flint. You should have come sooner.

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“Flint.” You look him right in the eyes.

“Y-Yes?” Flint ignores everyone else just to listen to you, expectations high, eyes shining, mouth watering – these are the types of reactions that make your job unbearable sometimes. The bodyguards stopped moving as well. Your voice is more commanding than you thought.

“You used to be a regular, right?” You start stroking your chin.

“What? Don’t tell me you forgot about me, Old man?! I was at your wedding!” Flint has a close bond with you. Wait a second, he never attended your wedding.

“Then you must know…” You look away.

“K-Know what…?” Flint is getting anxious.

“You must know the rules.” You stare at him back again with those piercing eyes your lovely wife enjoys.

“N-No, you can’t mean…! D-Don’t say it…” Flint’s skin turns white, he starts wobbling towards the barstool little by little. Each step is heavier than the last…

“First comes…”

“N-N-NO! H-Hold on, Jerome! I-I’ve been waiting for years…! You c-can’t do this—”

“First served.” You turn to the president and push the plate slightly towards him. “It’s all yours, sir.”

“Thank you.” President Gordon Jr. will enjoy this meal.

“No…. Noo…. NOO….. NOOO….” Flint smashes the closest one of your tables with both hands in an axe cutting motion. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! FUCK!! FUCK!!!! FUUUUUUCK!!!!”

“Flint.” You don’t want to say it. “The rules…”

“W-What d-do you mean by that…?” Flint is looking even worse than before.

“You can’t break my property. This is the third time…” You shake your head.

“W-Wait… Y-You still remember way back then…?!” Flint is as white as snow.

“You’re banned for life.” You look away.

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>>5109503


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>>5109505

As Flint was shouting like an oversized baby, he became so enraged he started throwing anyone who got close. It took all the bodyguards including Cocoa, you, Koh and Cahill to restrain him. In fact, the only reason you stopped him is because he fainted from exhaustion at one point. You threw him outside as the President didn’t feel the need to press charges despite Cahill insistence: ‘He has suffered enough’ He said. In a way, it worked for you as well. In the spur of the moment, it moved you how every single one of your patrons joined forces to stop the threat that almost destroyed your restaurant. You feel repaid, whole even. It’s good to have a community that has your back… to defeat a member of said community. Hmph. You shouldn’t think about the details.

You’re left with your son by your side and the President at the other side of the barstool. Everyone is having a party in front, customers, staff and weirdos hanging out… You feel like you missed a chapter or two about how this evolved with the cooking.

This is the opportunity you have to talk to him…

What do you do?

>Ask the President why he’s here of all places.
>Ask Terry if he’s interested in Sammi. Maybe the President can give some input.
>You know, you have a bunch of celebrities around here, maybe you should ask for some photographs. The ones Scarlet took when she was little need some company on the walls.
>Write In.

>>5109507
>>Ask the President why he’s here of all places.
>You know, you have a bunch of celebrities around here, maybe you should ask for some photographs. The ones Scarlet took when she was little need some company on the walls.

>>5109508
>>5109507
+1

>>5109508
I agree.
F for Flint. A Man denied his burger.

>>5109507

Yeah >>5109508 is solid.

I hope Flint eventually learns some self control and gets his burger. I'm rooting for ya, buddy.

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“May I ask you a question?” You hate interrupting someone in the midst of their meal, but you need to ask the president something.

“Feel free.” Gordon keeps watching everyone making a fool of themselves.

“Why here of all places?” You’re a worldwide known restaurant, but you don’t have VIP sections or anything fancy.

“The short answer is that Ms. Cocoa recommended this place to her coworkers as she’s the only member from our country, as you can see, the other guards are N.U. Forces.” Gordon is being too honest, he could’ve lied and said he knew this place or something – you would’ve preferred that. “They earned this diversion through their own hard work, I wanted to compensate them in a way I saw fit.”

“And the long answer?” Terrance asks for more information.

“For the first time in decades my duties have been reduced. The N.U. has made me delegate most of my tasks, “anti-authoritarian policies” or words to that effect. I had a new gate opened, the desire to reconnect with the common folk, to see their reality again. I’ve been lost inside 4 walls for far too long.” Gordon closes his eyes. “Seeing this city in ruins gives me a nostalgic feeling of responsibility. There’s so much work to do, we have accomplished very little.”

“Lucky for us that you picked this place, then.” You’ll take that answer.

“You have a wonderful business going, congratulations. You lived up to all my expectations.” Gordon acknowledges your efforts.

“How was the burger?” You never ask, but…

“I said you lived up to all my expectations.” The President is still very imposing.

“Do you mind if I take a picture? It’s not every day we get famous people around.” You ask out of the blue. You hung up on the walls all the photos that little Scarlet took when she and your son were young around the kitchen area, you can’t recall why but it made you feel less lonely. You feel it’s time they get some new company. Also, it’ll be fun to make your wife jealous.

“I’d rather not, I’m not the kind of person who should be idolized. But your hospitality needs to be rewarded, feel free to do as you please as long as you understand what I’m saying.” Gordon is far too serious.

“I will then.” You take your phone out. “Hey, Sammi! Call everyone up! We’re getting some pictures!”

“Roger that, boss!” Sammi is going to be employee of the month at this pace.

“Is Jerry is getting soft or is it just me?” Cahill is happy to join.
“You both have gotten the wrong kind of soft. But I’m glad the old light bulb is having some fun.” Stella can’t be nicer…

“Oh? I’m turning into a regular now? How hilarious.” Koh didn’t expect to be accepted after how things went when he showed up.

“Eh? Us too?” Cocoa doesn’t get it, she’s just a regular bodyguard.

“Just follow our lead.” The Bodyguard boss likes being photographed.

>>5109608

“Who said anything about it being a big picture…?” You feel like people didn’t get it.

“Too late, dad.” Terrance chuckles. “Come over, Sammi. Let’s be together.”

The Champagne Bear survives another day… You hope nothing like this ever happens again.


[End – Jerry’s Sidestory]
Who do you want to play as now?

>Petunia Donahue.
>Kobashi and Ema Oka.


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>>5109610
>>Petunia Donahue.

>>5109610
>>Petunia Donahue.

>>5109610
>Petunia Donahue.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QE5D2hJhacU

>>5109505
>>5109503
Excellent, now Johnny can blackmail Flint with a Golden Crusher when it becomes necessary

>>5109610
>Petunia Donahue

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Your name is Petunia and you’re in trouble! Things haven’t swung your way for a while. You lost your job a few weeks (months?) back because your department was laid off, the entire place moved to the countryside and it beats you as to why. It was a shit job, so you’re better this way, but your big sister thinks otherwise. It’s a money thing. She misses the cash.

Your family situation is dreadful, your mom was never in the picture, your dad died two years ago when a piece of telephone booth inexplicably fell on him and killed him on the spot – and you have no other relatives. With your dad gone, your sister Jade shouldered all the responsibilities. Mainly you. She took it upon herself to become your caretaker and get you through high school. She gave up all her aspirations in life to help you (she was going to college but decided to quit), so you love her for that.

Jade was a lot like you, she bounced from job to job with little success, always getting fired for one reason or another. That was until she stuck to one considered low-end until she got pregnant. Now introducing your new nephew: Bentley! He’s adorable, you love him very much, and you’d take a bullet for him. He was born around the time you finished High school, so your sister asked you to return the favor and become a source of income. For lil’ Ben, mainly. You agreed. Now you’re miserable. Instead of going to college, you’re doing deadbeat jobs. Great. Well, not anymore. You got fired.

You were so down in the dumps that you got a ghost demon. Yes, an actual demon offered his powers to you in your sleep, it was a dream, of course, you agreed. Now you have powers beyond your comprehension… ‘cause the little shit doesn’t want to tell you what he’s supposed to do after the early introduction you got. Thanks to you he turned into an adorable monster creature, and he wants to be turned back. You have no idea how this is your fault or what to do. Whatever.

But you don’t need his approval to use his abilities, so you use him to trick people out of their money. How? You bump into someone, make a little fuzz about it, and steal from any passersby who can’t mind their own business. Nobody can see your demon friend but you. You need the cash, you lost your job, and since the terrorist attack a couple of months ago, nobody is hiring unless you’re willing to move to the countryside. Your sister is urging you to leave there and send some money, but you don’t want to live alone in the middle of nowhere. Though, this extra cash has kept her mouth shut.

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>>5113881

Sadly, you bumped into the wrong person, and he figured out what you were doing. He wasn’t mad, he was impressed! He invited you over to his office to have a lucrative chat the next day – he wanted to introduce you to some people. You don’t know this fox, but just to stay out of trouble you accepted. He gave you his info, and you thought that was going to be it. But once you returned home and told your sister what happened (kinda…), Jade went bonkers! So happy! All smiles! All happiness! It’s her boss, he’s always looking for talent, so you were forced to go. You think she misunderstood what happened…

You’re outside of Mr. Lai Zhi’s office, in the waiting room, comfortably seated on a huge couch – looking pretty just like your sister wanted. Just you and the receptionist. She tells you that her boss is going to receive you in a moment…

Your phone rings, it’s your sister, she called you twice after leaving the apartment. Jade wants to make sure you don’t fuck this up. How annoying, you’re not like her.

>What do you do?

>Answer the stupid phone and ease your sister’s worries.
>Text her that you’re busy.
>Ignore the call.
>Write In

>>5113882
>>Answer the stupid phone and ease your sister’s worries.

>>5113882
>in the waiting room, comfortably seated on a huge couch
ohno

>>5113882
>>Answer the stupid phone and ease your sister’s worries.

>>5113882
>Answer the stupid phone and ease your sister’s worries.

>>5113885
Maybe she'll be really really into it?

>>5113882
>Answer the stupid phone and ease your sister’s worries.

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A brief chat between you two might ease Jade’s worries, so you’ll answer the stupid phone one more time. You don’t have high hopes, your sister is unbearable lately…

“Whaddya want now?” You display your annoyance so Jade can get a clue.

“Hey dumbass, I’m just checkin’ on you.” Jade always insults you but she’s never serious, the mocking tone pisses you off, but you don’t let it get to you.

“Get to the point, I’m going in any second now.” You look around to make sure you’re not being called.

“You didn’t take the pigtails off? They must stay on, Mr. Zhi loves pigtails! You need to look pretty!” Your sister can’t shut up about how you look, it must be perfect for some reason, it weirds you the hell out. “Remember not to pull down your skirt too, just be confident!”

“I’m looking exactly like how I left. Chill out.” If there’s a reason you’re nervous, it’s because of the way Jade is going about this. What are you getting yourself into…?

“Are you? Send me a pic real quick.” Jade wants this to be perfect.

“Hey, I’m not the big liar of the two.” You tell her like it is. After your dad died, you two had to sell your house and most of the stuff to move into a cramped apartment for free. One of those government housing programs that nobody hears about until you hit rock bottom. You didn’t know it didn’t cost a penny for the longest time, but those are the kinds of things Jade tends to forget to mention.

“For the last time, I never said the apartment was mine, ugh. You’re the one who took it that way, Petu! Grow up.” Jade never likes when you confront her, but she’s being a real bitch now. Also, she liked saying that she was going to kick you out of ‘her’ apartment if you didn’t behave, so where does she think you got the idea from? Besides, what happened to the house money?

You’re annoyed, that’s why you’re bringing old stuff up, even if they’re still relevant…

“Grow up? You’re the one who needs to call me a billion times to call down, moron.” You know morons like her can’t see what they’re doing. “Trust me, Jade.”

“Petu, I trusted you with handling your own studies, and look where it got us.” Jade gives a loud sigh. Fuckin’ bitch, you told her how boring and easy school was. You never studied and got good grades anyway, not out of this world, but much better than average – like better than Jade and she actually tried. It’s not your fault that the best Universities in Lokyo put too much emphasis on school grades for first-time applicants. “Forget it, we don’t need these bad vibes! You’re right, I should trust ya. It’s just a big opportunity when Mr. Zhi picks someone out of the streets, and I’m worried! Just trust him, ‘kay? Things might get a little out there, but you’ll enjoy it, Mr. Zhi is a gentle soul. We’ll be so much better when you’re done today if you play your cards right.”

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>>5113991

“What?” You don’t like the way your sister talks, she sounds creepier than your school classmates.

“Just don’t think! You get angry when you think!” Jade is stupid as hell. Why do you bother listening to her?

“Talk to you in a bit…” You hang up. If you keep listening to her, you’ll lose your mind. She knows how much it gets to you talking about how you aren’t getting a degree while everyone else you know is! Not like you’re seeing your friends that often anymore; you don’t like how those dumbasses brag about the stuff they’re learning in college.

Soon after the call ends, the receptionist lets you know that Mr. Lai Zhi will receive you. You walk over to the door and struggle with the door before realizing it’s closed. The receptionist was walking over to open it for you… Awkward. Fuck. If your sister didn’t call, you would’ve paid attention and wouldn’t have looked like a fool! This is some shit your coworkers used to pull! Damn it! The stupidity is contagious!

“Here you are, Petunia! Welcome, welcome!” Mr. Lai Zhi stands up from his seat with arms wide open, he’s walking over… His assistant is by his side, err, or is she his secretary? Or his bodyguard…? Girl is huge, that’s what you’re trying to say. “Please take a seat!”

There’s another huge couch…

[b]What’s the plan?[/b]

>“Why am I here?” Just go directly to the point.
>“I don’t know if you recall my sister, her name is Jade, and she said hi or something.” You’ll relay the message your sister wanted you to.
>“I will.” Evade Mr. Sleazy and go to your seat.
>“Hey there.” Be polite and obedient like your dumbass sister wanted.
>Write In.

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>>5113992
>>“I don’t know if you recall my sister, her name is Jade, and she said hi or something.” You’ll relay the message your sister wanted you to.

>>5113992
>“I don’t know if you recall my sister, her name is Jade, and she said hi or something.” You’ll relay the message your sister wanted you to.

>>5113992
>“I will.” Evade Mr. Sleazy and go to your seat.

>>5113992
>“I don’t know if you recall my sister, her name is Jade, and she said hi or something.” You’ll relay the message your sister wanted you to.

>>5113992
>>“Why am I here?” Just go directly to the point.

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“Eh, thanks.” You let Mr. Zhi guide you to your huge seat, he gently drags you along with one arm around your waist and his other one pointing at it. Damn, these couches are nice… Better than your bed, that’s for sure. “I don’t know if you recall my sister, her name is Jade, and she said hi or something.” You don’t recall what exactly you were supposed to say, but to be fair, you told Jade you stopped listening halfway through her ramblings. If anything, she should’ve called to remind you instead of wasting your time with nonsense.

“Yeah, yeah! A sudden shock goes through my head! It’s all clear! Still, Irma, I need a refresher, if you’re so kind.” Mr. Zhi walks back to his seat and asks his secretary for assistance. On her big tablet, the big woman looks it up and shows her findings to everyone. “That electrifying figure! Yes, there are no doubts now! Still, Petunia, is this your sister?”

That’s your sister Jade posing like a cheap internet model in a swimsuit. There’s a corporate logo on the edge of the screen. Meh, it doesn’t come as a surprise to you, if anything, this just confirms it without a shadow of a doubt.

“That’s her, alright.” Like 30 pounds ago, y’know, before your nephew was a thing. Does this Lai Zhi guy have any shame? How can he show you something like this and act all nonchalantly?!

“Great work, Irma!” Mr. Zhi raises his arms all enthusiastically.

“It’s nothing, sir.” Big Irma is happy with the gesture of gratitude.

“Yeah, I remember this spark. It’s been more than a year since I last saw her. Poor girl, she’s dealing with postpartum depression, right?” Mr. Zhi asks around for anyone to confirm it. Post-what? First time you heard of this! This could explain so much…

“As far as she told us, yes, but we never got any confirmation from her therapist.” Big Irma sounds a little concerned. Wait, Jade is going to a therapist?! You can’t afford that shit!

“Bah! No need! She’s having a stressful time, we don’t need to pile on her! But we should send her a gift. You don’t mind carrying one home for her, do you, Petunia?” Mr. Zhi dismisses his employee’s worries. Forget about it, your sister is duping these people…

“Woah, that’s very nice of you! And yeah, it’s no biggie.” If it’s something good, you’ll keep it instead. This guy is something else, no wonder your sister was so keen on getting her message across.

“Gotta keep all my workers shining!” Mr. Zhi gives you a gigantic thumbs up. “You can be among them after we’re done talking, Petunia. With your qualities, I have a special job for ya if you’re interested.”

You’re getting to the point…

>>5114724

>How do you respond?

>“Sorry, not interested! This is not the kind of job I want!” This type of life is BENEATH you, you’re far too smart for this!
>“This must pay really well, or I’m out of here. I’m not that kind of girl but…” Everyone has a price, yours is pretty high.
>“Go on, I doubt you want me as a prostitute.” You can tell Mr. Zhi has other plans, you think. You hope. You wish…
>Write In.

>>5114725
>>“Go on, I doubt you want me as a prostitute.” You can tell Mr. Zhi has other plans, you think. You hope. You wish…

>>5114725
>“Go on, I doubt you want me as a prostitute.” You can tell Mr. Zhi has other plans, you think. You hope. You wish…

>>5114724
>>“Go on, I doubt you want me as a prostitute.” You can tell Mr. Zhi has other plans, you think. You hope. You wish…

>>5114725
>>“This must pay really well, or I’m out of here. I’m not that kind of girl but…” Everyone has a price, yours is pretty high.

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“Go on, I doubt you want me as a prostitute.” You dismiss your early worries now that you’ve assessed the situation.

“Petunia, what are you talking about? We hire models.” Lai Zhi looks genuinely confused. You glare back and raise an eyebrow. “All types of models, but models nonetheless.”

“Also, we sell chicken wings!” Big Irma takes one piece out of nowhere and eats it. What the fuck? Does she have superpowers too?!

“Yes, the best chicken wings from this side of the planet…” Lai Zhi looks so done, Big Irma must be annoying to be around with. “But you’re shockingly correct! You knew exactly where this power cord is going, you’re a smart girl, exactly who I need. I have other plans for you, Petunia! I saw the prowess of your sleight of hand, and plus your wit, I believe you’re the perfect fit.”

“Perfect fit for what?” You like that Zhi acknowledges your capabilities. Probably the first boss you ever had that has done that. He might not be as stupid as he looks.

“It’s a favor for one of my associates, I need you to steal an invaluable object from a certain individual.” Lai Zhi clasps his hands and smirks.

“Hey, I don’t break into people’s houses, I’m just a pickpocket. This is way out of my league.” And you’re not going to learn how to for this sleazy motherfucker.

“You’re smart, but don’t jump to conclusions, Petunia! You’re the final power surge this plan needs to energize, not the beginning of the chain!” Lai Zhi tries to calm you down. “As far as I understand, you’ll have to act as one of the models my company is sending to your objective’s place – he’s wearing the important object 24/7, and you need to take it away. And no, you’re not going as a prostitute, you’re a model. He has his own agency, and we’re on amicable terms with talent exchanges.”

“Spit it out, who am I’m going after?” A lot of yadda yadda, few answers…

“Mikhael Ka-Shing.” Lai Zhi sounds all serious. You think you hear his name before, but you can’t recall where… “I’ll pay you handsomely for this, that’s not even counting how much my associate is going to give you.”

“Would that be enough to get me a decent apartment?” You are tired of living in that tiny place.

“Petunia, if anything, you’re not dreaming big enough.” Lai Zhi is not kidding.

“Believe, Mr. Zhi. He doesn’t say this lightly.” Big Irma backs up her boss, it’s her job, you shouldn’t be surprised.

…Is this the start of a new chapter in your life? Do you agree to do this?

>What do you do?

>Accept! Yay, goodbye, old life!
>Accept! Yay, say hi to college!
>Accept! Yay, you won’t have to be surrounded by idiots anymore!
>Eh, sounds dangerous, decline…
>Write In.

>>5114807
>Accept! Yay, goodbye, old life!

>>5114807
>>Accept! Yay, you won’t have to be surrounded by idiots anymore!

>>5114807
>Accept! Yay, you won’t have to be surrounded by idiots anymore!

>Accept! Yay, you won’t have to be surrounded by idiots anymore!

>>5114724
>>5113992
Have you recently watched or read Dorohedoro or something? This girl is based.

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“I’ll trust ya, Big Irma. I’m in!” You won’t have to be surrounded by idiots when you’re done with this! No more smelly coworkers that forget to close the shop! No more bosses that don’t understand how to download apps on their phones! Goodbye, old life!

“Big Irma…?” The secretary is self-conscious about her appearance. Sheesh, that came out of your mouth without thinking, but she’s like, monstrously big for a girl! “I’m not Big Irma… I’m HUGE Irma!” Irma starts flexing. Maybe you’ll be surrounded by idiots no matter where you go…

“That’s the riff I was clamoring for Petunia!” Lai Zhi opens his arms wide and makes his chair spin! You’re starting to like his energy. “C’mon, we need to zap all hurdles to get everything ready for the plan, so we can strike as fast as lighting! We need to create a profile for you! Let’s go to the set for a photoshoot! Love your style, don’t change anything!” Yeah, he likes the ridiculous pigtails…

“I’ll get everyone ready, sir! Welcome aboard, Small Petunia!” Huge Irma is ready to work. Wait, what did she call you?!

“We’ll make you shine, Petunia! Shine!” Lai Zhi has a grin from ear to ear, he’s turning sleazy again! “You’re going to enchant everyone with your electrifying natural beauty!”

“You mean now?! I’ve never done something like this before!” Even though you thought you might end up doing something like this before doing the interview, it doesn’t mean you’re ready for it!

“It’s good, all beginners start from somewhere. You hear, Mr. Zhi, we need everything ready as quickly as possible!” Huge Irma grabs you like you’re a puny toy, and drags you with her.

“You don’t have to carry me…!” You complain as Huge Idiot happily carries you away…

So yeah, you got to do one of those bikini photosets to create a false profile for the company to share. You wanted to make fun of Jade for doing one, but now you don’t feel like mentioning it. It’s not like you abhorred it, it was kinda fun, you liked feeling pretty for a bit, but that’s the extent of it. You didn’t even see how they came out. Mr. Zhi will call you personally to get the plan on the way tomorrow. Everything is happening so fast, and you can’t help but love it. You’ll leave this ditch no matter what, your life will be back on track at long last.

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>>5115033

It was late night once you left all the nonsense behind, your agency did its duty and left you nice and sound at your apartment. Your sister was waiting with dinner ready, lil’ Ben was soundly asleep in her room, it was time to talk. You told Jade things went well. You haven’t seen her look so overjoyed in a long while, she was so proud of herself for guiding you to a successful interview. Jade hugged you tight, she told you she was proud of you no matter what happened, and that she was ready to tell you everything now that you know the nature of her job. You couldn’t care less, but she unloaded anyway. It’s always about her. You were too tired to even pay attention. It was boring, she didn’t ask for details of what you went through. You left for bed shortly after – and Jade watched you fall asleep like a proud mother. Yikes.

---The Next Day---

During the morning a strange group of people appeared outside of your apartment in a dark van, it was the men hired by Lai Zhi’s associate, and your ride. You got a special outfit for the occasion and went with them. You got a short briefing for the scummy plan: you have to steal a piece of Jewelry that this Ka-Shing guy wears around his neck, some kind of Crystal. Take it to the bathroom of the 2nd floor, and hide it inside a toilet. Then another guy posing as a butler will take it. That’s it. There’s no backup plan in case something goes wrong with you, it’s do or die. Literally. Okay, they’ve given you a hairpiece where they’ll observe what’s going on through it and call for help if something goes haywire, but let’s be honest, you’ll be dead meat before any aid arrives.

They took you to the CC&C agency and drop you all nonchalantly. You joined a group of girls that are legitimately there to be part of some casting this other company needs people for, you’re the only one in the know. It would’ve been nice to have a chat with Mr. Zhi before all this happened, but all you got was a call, you milked it out and he was happy to give you company, so it wasn’t all bad…

So yeah, you’re all in a van with one sole destination…

>What do you do?

>“So, I heard this Ka-Shing guy loves hugs! We should all hug him when we see him to introduce ourselves!” Plan the distraction immediately, you’ll use your lil’ guy once the hug happens.
>“Hey girls, I’m Petunia, nice to meet you all…” Introduce yourself, everyone is quiet and nobody knows each other's names.
>Keep silent, better be apart from these girls to not get them in trouble.
>Write In.

>>5115020

Sorry, I haven't. I just wanted to draw a huge girl!

>>5115035
>“So, I heard this Ka-Shing guy loves hugs! We should all hug him when we see him to introduce ourselves!” Plan the distraction immediately, you’ll use your lil’ guy once the hug happens.

>>5115035
>“Hey girls, I’m Petunia, nice to meet you all…” Introduce yourself, everyone is quiet and nobody knows each other's names.

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>>5115035
>“Hey girls, I’m Petunia, nice to meet you all…” Introduce yourself, everyone is quiet and nobody knows each other's names.

>Sorry, I haven't.
Well, FYI, Big Irma looks pretty close to one of the characters in the series, Noi, here.

>>5115035
>“Hey girls, I’m Petunia, nice to meet you all…” Introduce yourself, everyone is quiet and nobody knows each other's names.

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“Hey girls, I’m Petunia, nice to meet you all….” You introduce yourself with a smile. Nobody knows anyone here and it’s quiet. Maybe if you’re nice they’ll return the favor later or something. You need to plan ahead.

“Petunia? Pfft, your name is so funny!” The airhead sitting next to you has a laugh.

“Oh yeah, what’s yours?” You won’t be made fun of by someone named “Addolorata” or something like that!

“I’m Petra!” The airhead giggles as she points at herself like a dumbass. Hey, at least it isn’t that awful name you can’t even recall anymore.

“Your names are similar…” Another girl with some common sense points out.

“Woah, you’re right! Together we can be the Pepes!” This stupid empty-headed girl hugs you like you’re best friends. What’s wrong with her?!

“Isn’t ‘Pepe’, like, a guy’s name?” You act passive-aggressively.

“It’s fine! I know a guy with Yuropean ancestry whose last name is Pepe.” Why does Petra sound so stupid even when she might be right? “We can be friends forever and ever, my Pepesis.” Oh god no.

“Pardon me, friend. But I’m from Yurop, I’ve never heard that name before!” The last girl of the quartet points out. “I’m Dulce! It’s a pleasure to meet you all, Petunia, Petra, and…!”

“Addolorata. Call me Addie.” For fuck’s sake. You knew it would happen. Damn it, girl with common sense! Why is your name so stupid?! “We shouldn’t be friendly with each other; we’re competing for the same spot…”

“Then I hope you jump into a ditch and die.” Petra looks down in lamentation. The other girl looks horrified.

“W-What’s wrong with you?!” You want this girl away from you!

“It’s for our Pepe-survival.” Petra, that’s not how puns work!

“It’s a healthy rivalry, friends. No need for animosity!” Dulce shines too brightly! You feel like being around her would become too tiring. “Besides, nobody told me there’s only one spot. Let’s work together to help everyone realize their potential.” Potential for what? Your stupid briefing didn’t tell you what you are here for exactly.

“Psst, ask them what we're here for.” You whisper to empty thoughts.

“Oh yeah, what are we here for?” Petra obeys like the simple-minded pot she is.

“Oh geez, how do you not know.” You deadpan.

“For the audition to become an idol under K-Corp’s banner…” Common sense girl with a stupid name is shocked by Petra’s stupid question.

“Ooooh!” Petra had no idea. She legit had no idea. Why is she here? You guess it looks less strange if you’re clueless too if she’s here, so it works out. You’re giving everyone the benefit of the doubt, and if they’re like your sister, they’re going to take advantage of it…

“Well, good luck everyone, it seems we have arrived!” Dulce looks outside the window to reveal the news. You all leave the van…

>>5115176


You arrived at a giant building, it’s not a super tower big, but you could easily confuse it with some kind of stadium. Some employees redirect you to the place where the meeting is going to be. You went up the elevator, down some hallways until you got lost and found yourself into some kind of rehearsal room. It’s very spacious, with mirrors on every wall. They ask you to wait for a bit until some instructor shows up. You haven’t seen this Ka-Shing man, at the briefing they at least show you a pic… He’s a thug with a fancy jacket. This will take some time.

>What’s the plan moving forward?

>Stay alone, don’t bring much attention to yourself.
>Partner up with Petra. She’s easy to manipulate, and dumb enough to bite the bullet for you in case something goes wrong.
>Partner up with Dulce. She seems to know what she’s doing, and she seems nice enough to help you out if needed.
>Partner up with Funny Name. You can’t recall her name; this could be trouble. But you can’t stand the other two.
>Write In.

>>5115180
>Partner up with Funny Name. You can’t recall her name; this could be trouble. But you can’t stand the other two.

>>5115180
>>Partner up with Petra. She’s easy to manipulate, and dumb enough to bite the bullet for you in case something goes wrong.

>>5115180
>Partner up with Petra. She’s easy to manipulate, and dumb enough to bite the bullet for you in case something goes wrong.

>>5115180
>Partner up with Funny Name. You can’t recall her name; this could be trouble. But you can’t stand the other two.

>>5115180
>Partner up with Funny Name. You can’t recall her name; this could be trouble. But you can’t stand the other two.

>>5115180
>>Partner up with Petra. She’s easy to manipulate, and dumb enough to bite the bullet for you in case something goes wrong.
pepesis is love. pepesis is life.

>>5115180
I'll change >>5115184 to
>>Partner up with Petra. She’s easy to manipulate, and dumb enough to bite the bullet for you in case something goes wrong.

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>>5115279
more like pipis

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You don’t really like pretending to be besties with people you barely know, Funny Name on the other hand knows this relationship will be strictly professional, so you’ll be around her in case you need some help.

“Hey, uhm, err…” You forgot her name.

“I’m Haddie.” Funny name says her name funny…

“Wasn’t your name Addolorata?” You could’ve sworn it was different!

“No, it’s pronounced ‘Haddolorata’.” Funny name shakes her head. “People get it wrong all the time, even my parents. It’s from overseas, so even if I mess up the pronunciation, just call me ‘Haddie’.”

“Haddie, you don’t mind if I ask for your help every now and then?” Even if Jade says otherwise, you can be polite when you have to.

“Not at all, if you don’t get in my way that is.” Funny name smiles. “Wait, I sounded harsh, sorry!”

“Don’t be. I get what you meant.” You’ll keep that in mind, though, she gave you a bad vibe. Maybe you need a backup plan.

You walk towards, ugh, Petra…

“Hey, can I ask you for help every now and then? Just in case…” You try not to act too friendly around her

“I’d love to help ya, my pepesis!” Petra harbors no animosity towards you. “Just stand right by side!” Your backup plan turned into the main one, great…

You feet like you have no choice, so you’ll primarily partner up with… Petra…

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>>5115340

After your brief conversations, people you haven’t seen before show up. You can tell by their presence that they’re the instructors, or judges, or interviewers, or whatever the hell these people are supposed to be. Ugh, you hate the word Judge after those Dream Meetings, a bunch of incompetent idiots. The Ka-Shing guy is among them, you don’t see the crystal pendant at all.

“Daily reminder to bring me back to my original form.” That’s your demon buddy, he woke up again, thinking about those stupid meetings summoned him, he’s up during lunchtime and not more else, maybe he speaks up just to insult you – the demon is very random. You remind him yet again you don’t know what you’re supposed to do to change him. “It’s your influence that left me like this, you need to figure it out.” Same response as always. That’s why he’s going to stay adorable.

You ignore your demon buddy, and turn your attention to the mission! It’s just you four girls, the 3 supposed judges, and one of the employees inside. The place is all empty aside from some bags on the corner. There are two exits, one from where you came from, and another at the other side where the rest arrived from.

“Hey, hey, hey, ladies! I’ll be the one in charge of this audition!” A maniac with a perpetual smile dances around. “Why don’t you bring some EXCITEMENT by introducing yourselves?”

Guess this is the start of the mission!

[b]What do you do?[/b]

>“Why don’t you introduce yourselves first? Like as an example! I don’t want to upstage anyone unnecessarily!” Try to gauge your targets’ personalities first before making any moves.
>Push Petra forward so she can start.
>”I’m Petunia, nice to meet you all!” Wait for your turn and act all cutesy like these TV fake asses like to do.
>“Hey everyone, I’m Petunia…” Wait for your turn and act all seductively! 2 out of 3 judges are guys after all.
>Write In.

(Last Reply of the Day, we return tomorrow probably!)

>>5115052
Also that's pretty neat, I might check it out if I have the time!

>>5115305
I would love PePeSis to suck my pipis, if you catch my drift
>>5115343
>“Why don’t you introduce yourselves first? Like as an example! I don’t want to upstage anyone unnecessarily!” Try to gauge your targets’

>>5115343
>“Why don’t you introduce yourselves first? Like as an example! I don’t want to upstage anyone unnecessarily!” Try to gauge your targets’ personalities first before making any moves.
Tough call on what the right move is here, but though I think Kashing might be seduceable I can't tell about Smiles-homeboi here

>>5115379
Agreed

>>5115343
>“Why don’t you introduce yourselves first? Like as an example! I don’t want to upstage anyone unnecessarily!” Try to gauge your targets’ personalities first before making any moves.

>>5115627
i think he prefer them a bit spunky and a bit rude. I mean, why else he love to carry Caren around?
>>5115343
>>“Why don’t you introduce yourselves first? Like as an example! I don’t want to upstage anyone unnecessarily!” Try to gauge your targets’ personalities first before making any moves.

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“Why don’t you introduce yourselves first? Like as an example! I don’t want to upstage anyone unnecessarily!” You act all enthusiastically like a pop idol would, you need to play your part. Funny Name didn’t like your phrasing, she looked a tiny bit bothered by it. You nudge your Pepesis to back you up.

“Yeah, I’m not good around strangers!” Petra just says the first thing that came to her mind. One of the worst things you can possibly say if you want to be a performer.

“I’m liking the cocky one.” The Ka-Shing guy murmurs to the girl next to him.

“The other one sounds stupid.” The girl responds with contempt. She’s vaguely familiar now that you look at her.

“That sounds like a thrilling idea, my dear girl!” The geezer with a terrible sense of style is all up for it. “Allow me to introduce myself: I’m the man known as Mister EXCITEMENT~!” He extends his arms with joyful intent upon saying the word excitement. Nothing fancy, kind of classy.

“Mr. Excitement…? That’s not a real name.” Petra puts her index finger over her mouth.

“A stage name is all the crowd needs to know! He-HA!” Mr. Excitement’s laugh is pretty unique, to not say woeful. “Who goes next?” He turns to his fellow judges with a hand gesture to present them.

“I’ll take it from here… HEY, HEY, HEY, Ladies, I’m the MAN that CAN and WILL finance your dreams into r e a l i t y! The name is Mikhael, MIKHAEL KA-SHING! Ya’ know, like ‘cha-ching’, the stimulating sound you get when the sweet money rolls in! AW YEAH, BABY! WHERE MY SQUAD AT?! –WHOOOOOOAH!–” Ka-Shing suddenly bursts into a rampage of pure energy and poses majestically with his bodyguards coming out from both sides to aid this spectacular visage! “Yeah, that’s me.”

It was lame. You don’t like it.

“Woaah! Woo!” Dulce loves what she sees and claps!

“W-Where did those guys come from…?” Funny Name’s common sense is too on-point for this world. Once the pose is done, the rest of the bodyguards walk away from the room. They assemble rather quickly, you’ll keep that in mind.

“And finally…” Mr. Excitement turns to Ms. Indifference.

“I’m Carol.” Carol announces it like she’s commentating for golf.

“Pardon me, Ms. Carol, but are you perchance the ‘YUNG-P’?” Dulce asks as tactfully as humanly possible. So that’s why she looks so familiar to you! You went to one of her concerts once! It was really fun!

“Whaaaat?! No way!” Petra gets all excited. Funny Name feels pressured upon hearing it.

“No.” YUNG-P lies through her teeth.

“Yeaaaah, suuuure!” Petra winks at YUNG-P.

“Well, young girls, it’s your turn!” Mr. Excitement passes you the ball to keep it rolling…

>>5116269

>What’s your approach?

>”I’m Petunia, nice to meet you all!” Wait for your turn and act all cutesy like these TV fake asses like to do.
>“Hey everyone, I’m Petunia…” Wait for your turn and act all seductively! 2 out of 3 judges are guys after all.
>“I’m Petunia, and I’m gonna do my best!” Take the lead and act all humble!
>Write In.

>>5116271
>>“I’m Petunia, and I’m gonna do my best!” Take the lead and act all humble!

>>5116271
>”I’m Petunia, nice to meet you all!” Wait for your turn and act all cutesy like these TV fake asses like to do

>>5116271
>“I’m Petunia, and I’m gonna do my best!” Take the lead and act all humble!

>>5116271
>“I’m Petunia, and I’m gonna do my best!” Take the lead and act all humble!

Oh boy here we go

>>5116271
>>”I’m Petunia, nice to meet you all!” Wait for your turn and act all cutesy like these TV fake asses like to do.

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You’ll take the initiative because it’s better to be forgotten with a lame opening than to disappoint later in comparison.

“I’m Petunia, and I’m gonna do my best!” You act humble because these guys are too judgmental to try anything else.

“Nice to meet you, Ms. Petunia! Let’s spend a wonderful evening together!” Mr. Excitement loves your manner of introduction.

“Huh…? What happened to her confidence?” Ka-Shing doesn’t like your approach.

“She got nervous for one reason or another.” YUNG-P might believe she’s the reason for your discomfort.

“No, my Pepesis! You can’t screw this up!” Petra slaps you on the back to give you some confidence, but the dumb ass is only going to leave you with a mark! It had too much force behind it! “This is your chance!”

“AW!!!” You want to strangle Petra. What’s wrong with this girl?! You turn to her to see her giving you a ‘you can do it’ kind of face like this is some shitty sports movie. You’re biting your lower lip to withstand the pain with some grace.

“WOAH, what a smackin’ sound!!” Ka-Shing is impressed like he’s in a boxing match. Due to his cheering, you saw a glimpse of the Crystal you’re supposed to steal around his chest.

“Jeez…” YUNG-P cringes.

“Anything else you have to say, my dear?” Mr. Excitement wants to move things forward.

>What do you do?

>“You damn brat!” Attack Petra to create a scene, while fighting use your demon buddy to steal the necklace!
>“N-No, I’m good…” Keep your dignity and move on.
>“Could’ve been worse!” Take it with humor. That’s what a performer does.
>Write In

>>5116383
>>“You damn brat!” Attack Petra to create a scene, while fighting use your demon buddy to steal the necklace!

>>5116383
>>“You damn brat!” Attack Petra to create a scene, while fighting use your demon buddy to steal the necklace!

>>5116383
>>“You damn brat!” Attack Petra to create a scene, while fighting use your demon buddy to steal the necklace!

>>5116383
>“Could’ve been worse!” Take it with humor. That’s what a performer does.
Guys we have to play both sides of this deal. If we make it as an idol with Ka-Shing then that's us making it. If we get the chance and successfully steal the necklace, that's also us making it.

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“You damn brat!” Yeah, this is the opening you were looking for! You jump onto Petra to instigate a fight and distract everyone, so you can work your (literal) magic! “You know how much that hurt?!”

“Oh? You wanna play fight, Pepesis?” Petra is not taking you seriously. You spin around on the floor, the airhead somehow manages to get the best of you and stay on top, grabbing both of your arms. At least from this position you can look around. “Hehehe, you’re nothing compared to Maggie!” Who the fuck is Maggie?!

“S-Shut up!” This bitch is getting on your nerves! Helps with the act tho.

“Please, girls, get a hold of yourselves!” Mr. Excitement can only plead! “Security!”

“C’mon, everyone, you don’t want to be kicked out…!” Dulce tries to grab Petra’s hands, but the valley girl is too slippery to get a hold of.

“So the airhead was acting passive-aggressive the whole time.” YUNG-P enjoys the debacle.

“Talk about an overreaction.” Funny Name looks away, embarrassed.

“I enjoy a catfight as much as any guy, but you cute girls need to quit it!” Ka-Shing grabs Petra by the waist and tries to force her out from you too. She refuses to pull out. She’s using one of her hands to tickle you…!

“Pepesis, do you give up? Hmm?” Petra taunts you! You’re gonna get her for real if she continues…!

Forget about it, this is the prime window of opportunity you’ll have, you bring your demon buddy out and attempt to take Ka-Shing’s necklace.

“K! Look out! There’s something around your neck!” Wait… YUNG-P spotted your demon buddy?!

“I told you other users can see us materialize!” Your idiot crab reminds you way too late! “I wasn’t late, I wasn’t expecting it!”

“What the f…?!” Ka-Shing lets go of Petra, grabs your demon buddy with both hands, and throws it away! Ugh, it felt like he punched you too despite you making it disappear on impact. He left the necklace on the ground…

Their whole reaction made everyone stand still in place, including Petra. And tense silence permeates inside the rehearsal room.

“T-This feels too familiar…” Dulce walks back too and turns white as the snow.

“Oh, that lil’ fucker…” Ka-Shing notices that the crystal is on the ground.

“That one did it, K.” YUNG-P points at you. “I saw it, she felt the whiplash.”

Oh god no, oh god no, oh god no.

>What do you do? (Option selected might require roll)

>“She smacked me on the face! What are you talking about?!” Blame Petra.
>“Huh? What are you talking about?” Play dumb.
>Fuck it, try to run away! Grab the Crystal too!
>Write In.

>“Could’ve been worse!” Take it with humor. That’s what a performer does.

>>5116490
>>Fuck it, try to run away! Grab the Crystal too!
Our entity really needs to tell us it's ability soon or else it's fucked too

>“She smacked me on the face! What are you talking about?!” Blame Petra.
Welp got here super late and we were quit a this draw

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>>5116490

I forgot the eyepatch!

>>5116490
>Fuck it, try to run away! Grab the Crystal too!
Too late to bullshit now

>>5116490
>“She smacked me on the face! What are you talking about?!” Blame Petra.

>>5116490
>“She smacked me on the face! What are you talking about?!” Blame Petra.

>>5116490
>Fuck it, try to run away! Grab the Crystal too!

>>5116490
>Fuck it, try to run away! Grab the Crystal too!

>>5116495
>>5116498
>>5116504
>>5116506
>>5116535
>>5116536
>>5116540

We're escaping! Let's see if it works! It's an Extremely Hard Roll! (1d100, Best of 4)! Good luck!

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>5116545
Go Petunia!

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>5116545

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>5116545

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>5116545
WITNESS ME!!!!

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>5116545
Who dares, wins

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No point in playing dumb now!

“Petra get off me!” You need to think about what you’re going to do!

“Sure!” the dumb airhead stops playfighting.

“I don’t want you to twitch one muscle! Or anyone for that matter!” Ka-Shing looks like a thug who’s about to murder you.

“Why…?” Petra doesn’t get it.

“Just do what I said!” Ka-Shing complains! It appears everyone’s distracted with this dumbass.

“K! She’s running away!” YUNG-P shouts as you decide to go for it! These guys weren’t expecting someone like you to come in, so they’re stupidly unprepared! You grab the pendant on your way out!

“S-Stop her!” Ka-Shing shouts back.

“I don’t know what her entity does! I’m not risking it!” YUNG-P is a coward! That’s why you love her more now! “Just call everyone here!”

“They’re on their lunch break!” Ka-Shing looks at his watch. “Damn it! Excitement, take the girls out! Carol, red alert, call everyone! SHE CAN’T GET AWAY!”

…

You go through the door you came from, and speed up through the hallway! Y-You forgot the layout, you never knew it from the very beginning, you’re just aimlessly going somewhere else. You find the emergency exit by happenstance and just volt down the stairs as fast as you can. You hear sirens going on, and from the speakers your name and description are blurted out. Oh god, oh god, oh god, it’s like you’re in an awful heist movie!

As you keep descending, you take a look through a window outside to see how far from the ground you are, and not to be too dramatic, but you’re screwed! You have like 10 floors still to go through and your legs are wobbling. You hear people moving around, but none of these dimwits thought about you using the emergency exit…

>What do you do?! (Option selected might require a roll)

>Pick a random room and hide in it. Test your luck, you might get lucky.
>Convince Mr. Crab to help you out. You need to know his actual superpower!
>Find a locker room where you can change your outfit. Whatever helps to keep you safe!
>Keep running down the stairs and hope for the best. The only safe place is outside!
>Wait, you’re supposed to go to the bathroom and drop the crystal there, you must go in there!
>Write In.

>>5116580
>>Convince Mr. Crab to help you out. You need to know his actual superpower!
>Wait, you’re supposed to go to the bathroom and drop the crystal there, you must go in there!

>>5116580
>Wait, you’re supposed to go to the bathroom and drop the crystal there, you must go in there!

>>5116584
Supporting.

>>5116584
>>5116585
>>5116604

Roll to see if you actually reach the bathroom safely or not! It's a Very Hard Roll! (1d100, Best of 4)! Good luck!

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>5116611

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>5116611

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>5116611

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>5116611

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You almost forgot what you were supposed to do! You need to reach the bathroom on… the 2ND FLOOR?! Did they even know where the rehearsal room was?! You’re surrounded by utter idiots! No wonder you’re going to die! You need to reach the bathroom anyway or this whole thing will be pointless!

On the subject of useless little shits, there’s a crab demon that needs to start talking or both of you will be in big trouble.

“Are you ready to change me back to my original form?” Again with the same schtick!? You can’t believe this!

“You know that we’re actually in mortal danger, right?! Tell me what your superpower is!” You shout back. Is he shoving his priorities up his ass or something?!

“What difference does it make dying here or later? The moment you turned me into this, our chances of winning became none. I have no reason to entertain the idea.” He laughs in a moment like this! Why?! Why is he such an asshole?!

“Hey, I’m the one supposed to be depressed here.” All the big aspirations he had when you met him and look at him now, he’s in worse shape than you! He’s all suicidal!

“Aww, poor feeble human, she has suffered so much! Reality doesn’t bend backward for her and that makes her very sad! She complains every day that the people she looks down upon are moving forward with their lives, while she’s stuck working jobs she believes are their level, not hers! She deserves to climb the human hierarchy immediately on her terms, because she was a dinky smarter than everyone she has met, and being behind them makes her very sad. She’s jealous of stupid people and she pushed them away, ashamed of herself for not being like them – and she feels lonely for it, so sad.” Your demon friend is mocking you…

“You’re so smart that you got outwitted by that incompetent sister of yours! Your words, not mine! She took the gold! And she’s doing it again by forcing you to be productive, you lazy bones! But that wasn’t fair! You’re supposed to trust your blood! She changed from the sister you once knew! Boo-hoo! Now you’ll do everything for any coin just like that whorish sister you looked down upon.” The demon continues taunting you. “Oh, what else? Oh yeah, the poor unfortunate soul cannot accept death, she misses her old guardian every day! She begs every night for his comeback! When will your daddy come back to give you your life back? When will daddy hug you again when you’re sad? You’re pathetic! HAHAAHAHAAHAHAHA!”

“Y-You’re not one to talk, y-you keep throwing a tantrum ‘cause you’re a crab…” Hypocrite. Hypocrite. Hypocrite.

“Did your voice break? How did your voice break when you’re thinking?!” THIS FUCKING CRAB!!!! YOU HATE HIM! Why is he piling on you now?! Does he believe you’re done for too?!

“SHUT UP!” You wanna cry… You’re really this pathetic.

>>5116738


Before you realize… you’re in the bathroom on the second floor, you were so mad that you can’t even recall how you got here. Your demon lets you know you got here undetected. You put the crystal inside the upper part of the toilet, put the seat down, and sit on it with your knees up. You hear the sirens blasting louder and louder, the steps of many people outside. They don’t know it, but they’ve surrounded you… This is it.

“Petunia. I’ll offer this once. Let me take control of your body, and I will take care of the situation.” Your demon doesn’t keep his promises, why should you care?

“What’s up with the change of attitude, you crab idiot?” You don’t know why you’re not moving.

“I sense you’ve given up. I’m different from you, I’ll make a final stand.”

…

>What do you do? (Option selected might require a roll)

>“Go fuck yourself, you crab piece of shit.” You’ll find a way… on your own.
>“Fine… but promise me, we’ll work together from now on.” You want things to change…
>“…” Wait here, don’t move, wait for something to happen.
>Write In.

[Disclaimer: This is after the new rules that have banned entities from taking full control of their hosts.]

>>5116740
>>“Go fuck yourself, you crab piece of shit.” You’ll find a way… on your own.

>>5116740
>Write In.

Nah, crab's being a jackass. Any way we can escape through the vents?

>>5116740
>“Go fuck yourself, you crab piece of shit.” You’ll find a way… on your own.
Never give up!

>>5116740

Forgot to mention it, this is the Last Reply of the Day! Sorry for taking my time. We return with one post more tomorrow!

>>5116740
>“Go fuck yourself, you crab piece of shit.” You’ll find a way… on your own.

>>5116740
>“Go fuck yourself, you crab piece of shit.” You’ll find a way… on your own.

>>5116740
The fuck, Ka-shing got ANOTHER piece even after that?

>>5116740
>“Go fuck yourself, you crab piece of shit.” You’ll find a way… on your own.

>>5117062
Wonder which one this is meant to be. Did he excavate the one Charlie buried under concrete, or another one?

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“Go fuck yourself, you crab piece of shit.” You’ll find a way out… on your own.

“So that’s your answer…” The crab acts all solemnly.

“DUH! I’m not going to let you have a piece of me and fuck us over!” You bring your stupid crab demon out and start slapping his stupid head. “You forgot the damn RULES, you stupid moron!” Did he even pay attention at the meeting?!

“I’m well aware! I’ve done this before, don’t underestimate me! A-And stop, can’t you see you’re hurting yourself?!” He’s getting slapped whether he likes it or not!

“So?! I need someone to wake me the hell UP!” And if it has to be you, so be it!

Wait. What did he just say…? Screw it, you don’t have the time and your head hurts! You’ll think about it later!

“You’re on your own, again, Petunia…” He pretends to be turned off like he’s a toy, you thank him for nothing as you put him away.

The entire floor must be surrounded by guards now, all exits are blocked, the alarm still screeching on and on – you don’t see a scenario where you can escape. You’re fighting against all odds to save your skin. You need a miracle…

“Heeeey, Pepesis, are you hereeee? Please don’t hate me anymore!” Oh no, it’s Petra. This is the exact opposite of a miracle! It’s a curse! How the hell did she find you?! “It smells like you’re here!” This b—

Okay, calm down. What other option do you have but to talk to her? The only other way out you see is the air vent, but you don’t see yourself fitting in there.

“They said they have the entire place surrounded, and if you bring back the pendant, they’ll forgive you!” Petra informs you all happily. “I think they’re lying! So don’t bother!”

“Hey, Pepesis…” You acknowledge Petra's presence by peeking around the upper part of the stall. “Don’t you dare snitch on me.” You threaten.

“There you are! I’d never do that, I’m on your side, ‘sides snitches get stitches!” Petra nods like a parrot.

“How’d you find me?” You know there are security cameras around! Maybe someone told her…

“You asked where the women’s bathroom was on the second floor, remember? So I figured you out…” Petra keeps on nodding. Maybe she has a brain after all. “Okay, I didn’t, but Haddie did and told me to look for you here.”

“Wait, if Haddie knows then I’m screwed…” Ugh, why did you raise your voice?

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>>5117425

“Nah, the security guys treated us pretty badly after you left, like we were the ones who stole the thingy, and we’re, like, pissed off. We don’t wanna work here anymore.” Petra looks angry. “The others said that they’ll help you out if you have a good reason for stealing it.” They sound like very petty people…

Fuck, you need to come up with a good excuse or else nobody is going to help you.

“I do, I seriously do.” You need to improvise something quick.

“Okay, then let’s get you out!” Petra didn’t care about knowing why… “Just get inside this suspiciously big suitcase I brought. I thought I was going to move in here, but oh well…” She shows you the inside.

“Why is it empty…?” You point out.

“I forgot my stuff.” Petra… Bless her soul. “I have a plan, you’ll have to trust me tho. Can you do that, Pepesis?”

“Uuuhh…” You don’t want to say yes, but…

“Take the crystal piece for your own survival, Petunia. It’s a Piece of the Almighty’s crown.” Crab was planning on taking it if he got a hold of your body. Who the hell asked for his input now? You tell him to shut up.

You already knew what it was, but you don’t want a target on your head, but you can deliver it to Mr. Zhi directly…

[b]Do you take the Crystal Piece with you?[/b]

>Yeah.
>Nah.

[b]What do you do?[/b]

>Agree to Petra’s plan… Better than nothing.
>You have your own plan, make Petra tell everyone she saw you on the 5th floor, when the coast is clear, you’ll escape!
>Dismiss Petra, you don’t want anything bad to happen to her. Besides, if you wait long enough here, that butler guy will show up, right?
>Write In.

(Only reply of the day, we return Saturday!)

>>5117428
>Nah
>Agree to Petra's plan
They can't kill us until they find out where the gem is anyway.

>Nah.
>Agree to Petra's plan

Yhe Great Escape

>>5117428
>>Yeah.
>Agree to Petra’s plan… Better than nothing.

>>5117428
>Nah
>Agree to Petra's plan
stick to what Lai Zhi wanted

>>5117428
>>Nah.
>Agree to Petra's plan

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If you don’t have the Crystal with you, they’ll have to keep you alive until you tell them where it is, right? Like, they can’t afford to lose it! Wait, won’t you get tortured if that happens…? Like they’re going to hurt you until you spit it out! Huh, huuuh, huuuuuuuuuuh….

“Yeah, I’ll trust ya, Pepesis!” You’ll follow Petra’s plan. If everything goes well, you’ll get a fat stash of cash! It was all or nothing the moment you agreed to do Mr. Zhi mission, so let’s get on with this! Your dumbass demon is pissed you’re leaving the piece here, but does he really think you care about what he’s thinking after all the dissing?!

“Yay, yay, yes!” Petra is super happy about this. “Hold on, you aren’t teasing me, riiiight?”

“Why would I do that?!” Hello?! It’s your life in danger here! No time for jokes!

“Becaaaause I know you!” Petra starts giggling. No, she doesn’t! The fact that she’s doing this and you’re agreeing doesn’t make any sense! You thank heaven that Funny Name isn’t here to point this out! “Hop in!”

You timidly get closer to the suitcase, put both feet inside, then turn to Petra. Is this how it’s going to go?

“I know that kind of look! One of my friends gave it to me all the time. Chill, the suitcase has wheels, I can move you around!” Petra gets on her knees and spins one of them. “I’ve done this before with my friend Laura, her parents were really a pain in the butt!” Petra flexes and doesn’t show much muscle. “You’re a lil’ taller, but that doesn’t change much I think.”

“It’s not that…” You won’t admit you didn’t think about it.

“Oh! You have nothing to worry about. You’ll fit, you have a nice figure! A friend of mine used to sleep inside it aaaaall the time too when we had sleepovers!” Petra dismisses your worries; you give her another look. “That isn’t it? What if I tell you I worked out with one of the security guys? That’ll ease you up, right? Right!” Petra reassures as she pushes your head down inside, kisses you on the forehead, then zips the briefcase!

“H-Hey!” You don’t have time to object! You thought she hated security… “Hey, Pepesis…”

“Yeah?” Petra puts her ear on the thing to hear you.

“We’re actual friends now, you understand?” You won’t hate the idea of having her around after this. Only if this goes well!

“I got this, Pepesis!” Petra pats the suitcase and drags you outside. “Uhm… What should I do first? Go to the exit? Find the others?”

>How do you respond?

>“Go for the others!” You trust Petra but not that much!
>“Just get me out of this place!” Your life's in danger! Not theirs!
>“It’s your plan! Why are you asking me?!” You’re leaving this up to her fully!
>Stay silent. Petra sounds like the kind of airhead who talks to herself…
>Write In.

>>5122772
>>“Go for the others!” You trust Petra but not that much!

>>5122772
>“It’s your plan! Why are you asking me?!” You’re leaving this up to her fully!
This seems like the sort of girl who floats through life via mysterious means. If we mess with her mojo using 'logic' or 'common sense' then we might ruin everything.

>>5122782
This. This is so stupid. LETS GO FOR IT.
Daily reminder Petra and Petunia is both dumb girls - one out of brainwash/brainrot and other is because she is Petunia.

>>5122772
>“It’s your plan! Why are you asking me?!” You’re leaving this up to her fully!

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“I-It’s your plan! Why are you asking me?!” You’re fully trusting Petra for better or (most likely) worse! Besides, you’ll ruin her if you overcomplicate things for her, like she’ll push you down the stairs or something out of a stupid mistake.

“Oh yeah! I’m in charge! I can do what I want!” Petra has come to realize she has more power than she thought. “Hmmm… You’re kinda heavy, I don’t want to carry all the way over there, I better call somebody. Like my new friend, the security guy, he looks like a strong guy. Oh, hold on, I was supposed to talk to him first, I almost forgot! And oh yeah, I almost forgot to let the others know I found you too.” Petra starts playing with her phone. She came up with a plan that she forgot instantly…

Petra didn’t involve you or inform you about anything from this point onwards, she made a couple of swift calls, then a guy showed up and you started moving somewhere. From what you heard, the others will be waiting outside by the back exit, the same place Petra and her friend are dragging you to.

…

It took you a couple of minutes, a couple of tense interactions, these two managed to escape by confusing people (this guard guy sounds just a little bit smarter than Petra), but you arrived at your destination, safe and sound, somehow. You’re going to take a page from Petra’s book and you’re not going to question anything.

“Hello there!” A tall guy with a goofy look on his face opens the suitcase to let you free. The light behind him makes you squint your eyes briefly. “Woah, she’s just as pretty as you are!”

“Okay…?” You’re too bewildered to respond to that. You leave the suitcase and look around. It’s a long straight hallway with the stairs by one side, and the emergency exit by the other, all made of solid concrete. Your voices echo with ease.

“Hehe, thanks!” Petra loves the compliment. You have mixed feelings about it. “But why are we, like, stopping right by the door?”

“Well, I want my payment, and doing it outside during daylight is a little embarrassing.” The big guy blushes.

“Okay, big guy, I’m ready!” Petra puffs her chest towards him.

“Honk, honk!” The guy smiles from ear to ear as he grabs Petra’s tits with each hand and squeezes them.

“Huh? That’s it?” Petra expected him to go for longer.

“D-Did you just say honk honk…?” What kind of creep ass does that?

“It was my idea! Isn’t it funny?” Petra smiles like the idiot she is. “One is beep beep, and the other is honk honk!”

“Yeah… Funny…” You’ll drop the subject… “You don’t look like the other guards, what’s up with that?” They’re all in black tuxedos, but he’s just like a regular guy with a T-shirt with the company logo.

“I’m not one of Mr. Ka-Shing’s bodyguards, I’m just one of the building’s security guards. My name is Kyle!” Big Kyle is one cheerful big guy.

>>5122846


“We met at one of YUNG-P’s concerts once! I can’t recall what happened after, but we became friends! It’s one big coincidence he’s working here, like, it’s so crazy!” Petra is so excited to tell you.

“It’s not a coincidence, I’m a huge fan of YUNG-P and she works here!” Kyle wants everyone to know that fact… “Anyway, are you sure you don’t want me to stick around carrying her inside still? Wouldn’t it look less suspicious?”

“Nah, we’ll be fine!” Petra dismisses him. “Once we get to the van, it’ll be a breezy!”

“If you say so!” Kyle is just glad to be here. He’s about to open the door…

>What do you do?!

>Stop him! You’ll go with his idea.
>Hide inside the suitcase immediately. Just in case.
>Well, leave. Job is done, isn’t it?
>Write In.

>>5122849
>>Hide inside the suitcase immediately. Just in case.

>>5122849
>Hide inside the suitcase immediately. Just in case.
RIGHT NOW
DON'T STOP

>>5122849
>>Well, leave. Job is done, isn’t it?

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You really trust Petra now, like undeniably, you’d never have gotten this far if that wasn’t the case… but you’re not going to make yourself an easy target! With the short time you had left, you squeezed back inside the suitcase and managed to almost zip it entirely closed – enough to peek outside and get some fucking air in here.

“Uh-oh.” Kyle opens the exit door to find a stylish but serious looking individual right outside.

“I’ve been waiting for you, miss.” The man casually exclaims as he closes his book.

“Y-You, like, know this guy and stuff?” Petra asks her friend about him while looking a tiny bit worried.

“…I’ve seen him around Mr. Ka-Shing sometimes. But I can’t recall who he is.” Kyle tries his hardest to remember.

“My name is Charlie, pleased to meet you both.” Charlie tries to ease the situation. “I’ll be brief, I want you two to hand me that briefcase.”

“B-Briefcase? What briefcase…?” Petra plays way too dumb, almost unrecognizable from her usual self.

“No need for charades. While our communication devices were sabotaged, I got to the security room to watch everything unfold. I thought it was strange I was able to, no Crimzone was invoked, perhaps our little rascal. I saw Ms. Petunia, then you got into the women’s bathroom, then you left with this absurd suitcase.” Charlie doesn’t give a leeway for excuses. “I expected you to come out this way once I saw where you two were heading.”

“Y-You have cameras in the women’s bathroom?! Perverts!” Petra’s right!

“We have, outside of them.” Charlie almost rolls his eyes. “Ka-Shing takes his performers’ rights seriously. And neither would I stand for something like it. I’m not interested in working alongside lowbrow perverts.” The stylish guy turns his eyes onto your bunker. “I believe this tangent is over. Ms. Petunia is inside it – and we need to have a little conversation. If you please, hand her over.”

THIS IS NOT FAIR.

>What do you do? (Option selected might require a roll)

>Attack Charlie when he gets closer, knock him out! Use your stupid Crab as a blunt weapon!
>“Please, this is a misunderstanding! I didn’t steal anything I swear!” It’s time for some fake tears!
>“C’mon, Petra…” Believe in your dumb ass friend! She’s going to pull out something out of her beep beep zone!
>Where are the others?! They should show up now! Funny Name and her common sense could help!
>Resign to your fate, anything you do will make it worse.
>Write In.

(Last Reply of the day, we continue tomorrow!)

>>5122935
>>Where are the others?! They should show up now! Funny Name and her common sense could help!

>>5122935
>Where are the others?! They should show up now! Funny Name and her common sense could help!

>>5122935
>Where are the others?! They should show up now! Funny Name and her common sense could help!

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C’mon! Where are the others?! They were supposed to be here! You’re not going to stop complaining until they show up! You’ll never shut up about it! You’ll visit them from beyond the grave just to pester them about them not showing up in time! Please, anyone…! You need help…!

“Pardon, sir. We’re not part of today’s casting anymore, could you please allow my colleague to leave? We have places to be.” It’s Haddie, and behind her is Dulce! Yeah, you remember Funny Name’s name now! She’s actually going to help you! You thought Petra got it all wrong before, because she’s, well, Petra! But she didn’t make a mistake or lie to you! They didn’t like this place at all!

“Yes, in a moment, I need to make sure your coworker isn’t smuggling our petty thief out of the building.” Charlie uses his book to point at you, err, the briefcase. “I must check what’s inside it.”

“Pardon, but those are her private items. My coworker made quite the blunder and thought she was moving in here if she got the gig.” Haddie works in a half truth to deter Charlie from checking.

“Y-Yeah, my undies are in there!” Petra joins in the lie. Yes, this could go somewhere!

“Hmm, what happened to not wanting to work with lowbrow perverts?” Dulce throws a jab in a playful manner.

“I apologize, but I have more than enough evidence to believe otherwise.” Charlie is just humoring them; his decision was made long ago. “I would explain myself, but from the looks of it, we were eavesdropped.”

“I’ve been trying to be well-mannered, but suspecting us after failing to provide a safe work environment is beyond disrespectful. We’re not going to tolerate any of this, you wasted enough of our time as it is.” Haddie stands firm! Yeah, that’s your coworker that you barely know!

“Oh, I see. You four are all working together? It stands to reason by the way you’re behaving.” Charlie taps his chin.

Y-You don’t want to involve them, but…

>What do you do? (Option selected might require a roll)

>Burst out of the suitcase and attack Charlie!
>“No, they aren’t, it’s all me. Let them go…” You don’t want anyone to get into trouble because of your fuckup.
>“You’re surrounded, smartass. We all have flames! Get out of our way or else…!” Time to go forward with the bluff of the century!
>Be quiet. Stay put. Pick a god and pray.
>Write In.

>>5123908
>>“You’re surrounded, smartass. We all have flames! Get out of our way or else…!” Time to go forward with the bluff of the century!

>>5123908
>“You’re surrounded, smartass. We all have flames! Get out of our way or else…!” Time to go forward with the bluff of the century!

>>5123908
>“You’re surrounded, smartass. We all have flames! Get out of our way or else…!” Time to go forward with the bluff of the century!

>>5123919
>>5123939
>>5123946

Whatever happens here, we're leaving it to lady luck! It's an Extremely Hard Roll (1d100, Best of 4!) Good luck!

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>5123950
Who dares, wins.

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>5123950

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>5123950
Nat 1

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>5123950

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“You’re surrounded, smartass. We all have flames! Get out of our way or else…!” You burst out of the suitcase with your stupid demon crab on your shoulder to look the part!

“There’s one!” Kyle can see them too?! HOW?! You can take advantage of this, though.

“I can see that.” Charlie stares at your entity with concern.

“Humph…!” For some reason, judging by Dulce’s reaction, she can see your stupid crab too.

“I have trapped you all.” Charlie points out…

There’s some type of sticky goo under everyone’s feet, excluding Kyle, looks gross. Obviously, you have none since you’re still inside the suitcase. This must be his ability; he has a demon too!

“Eugh, I feel something on my feet…” Haddie looks ill, almost all pale. She doesn’t like the sensation.

“Hehe, it tickles…” Petra’s reaction is as you expected it.

“So? I said get out of our way or else!” You shout back! Trying to dampen everyone’s voices, so he doesn’t get a clue that you’re bluffing.

“Are you all prepared to be disqualified? The rules have changed, we cannot harm each other.” Charlie tries to reason with you. “Are you going to risk everything for this?”

“Don’t care about your stupid rules!” You grab your crab and pretend you’re about to throw it.

“Hold it.” Charlie takes a sword out of nowhere and throws it upwards! It slices an enormous bubble up in the air!

A shit ton of that icky slime falls all over hitting you like a wave, you reacted fast, and went back inside the suitcase to block it away.

“BleHEheHEha…” Some fell on your mouth! You can’t talk with this on! This is disgusting! Though, it tastes like gum… No! You’re not going to see the bright side of this stupid shit! Fuck, you’re trapped inside, you can’t open it. The sludge must be keeping it closed. “BLAHhAHa…” You keep trying to talk. “Agh! W-What the hell?!” Here you go!

“All of you partially reacted to all of this, which it stands to reason you’re not flame users.” Charlie ignores you now that you’re trapped, and starts talking to the rest of the cast. “Are you being threatened by her? Or do you stand by what she said?”

You can’t gauge their reaction.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

>What do you do? (Option selected might require a roll)

>Use your stupid crab to cut the suitcase open for an exit! Then run back into the building!
>“Everyone, now!” Cut out an exit, shout to confuse Charlie, then attack him while he’s distracted.
>“Kyle, I’ll let you Beep Beep me if you beat Charlie up!” Oh god, what are you saying…?
>“Yeah, I threatened them! You happy?! Let me go!” You will fall alone…
>“Okay, you stupid fuckin’ crab, tell me what your ability is before I make sure you die before I do!” You’re desperate for an exit!
>Write In.


(Last Reply of the day, we continue tomorrow!)

>>5124004
>“Kyle, I’ll let you Beep Beep me if you beat Charlie up!” Oh god, what are you saying…?

>>5124004
>>“Okay, you stupid fuckin’ crab, tell me what your ability is before I make sure you die before I do!” You’re desperate for an exit!

>>5124004
>“Okay, you stupid fuckin’ crab, tell me what your ability is before I make sure you die before I do!” You’re desperate for an exit!

>>5124004
>>“Okay, you stupid fuckin’ crab, tell me what your ability is before I make sure you die before I do!” You’re desperate for an exit!
>>”I’m your only chance to do whatever you need to do, you know this, if I lose now, you will lose too because you are a STUPID, PRETENTIOUS PIECE OF SHIT WHO ALL DO IS FUCKING UP WHATEVER YOU DO BECAUSE OF AN ARROGANCE, AND YOU MUST LIVE FOREVER AS A FUCKED UP LOSER WITH MISTAKES WHO WILL HAUNT YOU FOREVER!”
>>Don’t feel hypocritical at all, nope.

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“Okay, you stupid fuckin’ crab, tell me what your ability is before I make sure you die before I do!” You need something, it’s not about just you anymore! “I’m your only chance to do whatever you need to do and you know it!”

“Fine.” This stupid fuckin’ crab… actually agreed to it? Isn’t it a bit too late to—

Your thoughts turned blank for a brief moment, and now you know a fragment of what the crab’s ability is. He believes that with this it should be enough to get out of this situation. Little shit was testing you the whole time? Does he really not understanding how fucked you are? What an idiot.

You use your adorable crab’s claws to cut open a hole in the suitcase. Now from the same claws, you unleash the mini crab troop (4 of them, 2 from each claw) to the world! The crabs pinch Charlie’s legs without him being aware…

“Yoooouuuurrr aaaaaansssssweeeerrrrr…?” Charlie notices there’s something wrong with him, he’s slurring his words, and it takes him a while to look down to see your Crab Troop doing work.

“A-Are you okay?” Dulce is the only one sweet enough to feign concern.

In short, these tiny little fellas have different abilities. The only one that you know of is that they slow down movement when they pinch something with their claws. Their effects stack with how many of them are actively doing it at the same thing. Mentally, people are functioning normally, but they feel like their body is taking it’s time to do what they want.

With 4 of them you think he’s moving, like, 10 times slower! Your demon crab says you’re wrong, and that his ability is too high brow for you. The nerve… It’s not like these little fellas are super quick or anything!

That doesn’t mean the goo is gone though, you rip open the suitcase for your escape. You get some slime on yourself while crawling outside, eugh.

“M-My suitcase…!” Petra looks genuinely sad about it.

“I-I’ll get you a new one, we just need to…!” You need to think fast…!

From the corner of your eye, you see sneaky Charlie raising his sword to pop some small bubbles that are over his feet – big enough to trap your Crab Troop!

>What do you do!? (Option selected might require a roll)

>“We need to get the hell out of here!” Run for your life! The Crab Troop have a lot of range, but once they’re scrubbed off, Charlie will be back to normal.
>“Don’t even try it, Charlie. I have other tricks up my sleeve.” The weirdest bluff is the one you can back up but you don’t know how… You don’t even have sleeves. Whatever.
>“Your ability is icky and I don’t like you!” Kick Charlie’s face to knock him out!
>Write In.

>>5125291
>>“Your ability is icky and I don’t like you!” Kick Charlie’s face to knock him out!
Probably the best chance we have with him being slowed down

>>5125291
>“Your ability is icky and I don’t like you!” Kick Charlie’s face to knock him out!

>>5125291
>>“Your ability is icky and I don’t like you!” Kick Charlie’s face to knock him out!
So uhh...kick him in the nuts though. I know it's cruel, but Petunia is a meanie who will do anything to survive.
The mini crab troops have different numbers of eyes. That's super cute!

>>5125294
>>5125301
>>5125319

Time to roll then! It's a Hard Roll (1d100, Best of 4!)! Good luck!

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>5125325

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>5125325

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>5125327
Is this still necessary?
Damn Petunia got some luck.

>>5125327
Holy shit

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>5125325

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“Your ability is icky and I DON’T like you!” You’re not going to let Charlie get away with anything anymore, you’re going to put your foot down… literally!

You shorten the distance in less than a second, jump and punt Charlie right in the face! This has some venom behind it, all the frustration you’ve had all day unleashed in this one moment! It was cathartic as hell, and deserved it because you know he was about to do something with his stupid sword.

The said sword dissipates through the air, all the slime evaporates, Charlie is out of commission, and you say good riddance! You let a couple of crabs pinch him still so the fall isn’t that bad, but once he hits the ground, you take them all away. The girls and the doofus bodyguard are at a loss for words, everything must’ve looked very strange, but there’s no time for explanations!

“Oh. I’ll pretend I was knocked out too, I need this job.” Kyle sits and carefully places himself on the ground.

“Uuuh, I’m sure Mr. Zhi can get you one better!” Petra forgets about her loss to comfort the big man.

“Not sure if I’m interested.” Kyle looks like he’s napping instead of being knocked out, but you’re not trying to save any jobs here.

You need to get the fuck out of here. But no one is moving.

>What do you do?

>Get the fuck out of here. Go to the van, leave and never look back. You won!
>Take the guy as a hostage just in case.
>Err, get inside the suitcase? Like, just in case…
>Write In.

>>5125378
>>Take the guy as a hostage just in case.
Even if only for the fact that if they see we beat Charlie they probably won't want to fight us

>>5125378
>Get the fuck out of here. Go to the van, leave and never look back. You won!