Whelp. Red light just flashed on.Wendy and Skyler look...nervous. You, personally, are quietly seizing in your chair as a synthetic, female voice comes over the air.“COG TEAM RETURNING. CLEAR AREA. COG TEAM RETURNING.”Wendy looks like she’s going to kill something, and the only two options are you and Skyler.You sink deeper into your chair. It’s a good thing you don’t have anything to wear except ratty old pants as you spread your legs and feel a wisp of hair fall in between the cushions of the seat. You’re not sure what war did to the rest of your body, but your face and arm offer a dim view.You sulk (wallow?) in self-pity and shame, the sounds of heavy, heavy boot steps on the hard linoleum surface of the operations room shaking you out of it. You glance over.Two large men are walking side by side, although it’s very clear which one of them is the #1. He is wearing a large, very old style interceptor vest. The plates rattle and clank against each other. His face is covered in red splotches and irregular, sharp looking white splatter. There’s also a thick, long trail of red reaching from one side of his forehead to the other.He has pretty blonde hair and bright blue eyes. His cheekbones are high and glossy from the blood and light.He nods to Skyler and stares down Wendy...until he gets a glance of you.>[1/2]
You are Michelle St. Claire, and today is your third day on the job, and apparently you share your lockers.Liquid: 3049.33 + first wk paycheck (2289.57)Income: ~2200/wk + bonusesExpenses: 5500/mo leaseCaptive money: 10k security depositTwitter: https://twitter.com/WetworkIdols @WetworkIdolsArchive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Wetwork%20Idols%20Quest
>>31826476He smiles. His canines are white and sharp. He does not look away.His partner is large, shaven, Hispanic looking, wearing similar style vest. He has a ballistic mask over his head. He slaps the blonde man on the arm and draws a line over his forehead.“What? Oh, I’ve got something on my face? Well, why didn’t you say s- Oh, that’s right!”He laughs at his joke as he wipes his face off with the back of his hand and makes a face as the bones digs into his skin. A wave of small, red points crest on his face.He speaks at you, “Ah. That’s the problem with bone. Splatters. Dom bet me the prettiest girl that I couldn’t keep eye contact with the ugliest as I broke her skull with the car door.”He inhales deep, “I love my fucking job.”He walks towards you.“Former Staff Sergeant Steve Rogers, Rangers. This is Dom. Some slavs cut his tongue out, although that doesn’t stop his cortical implants.”He rubs his forehead. “Real chatty bitch.”He holds out a bloodstained hand.>Take his hand>Decline his hand>Other
>>31826508>Take his handMight as well be courteous..for now at least.
>>31826508>Decline his handHe seems unpleasant
>>31826508>OtherStare silently at him. Take his hand after, say, ten seconds.
>>31826623Haha, sure.But maybe not that long, someone will break the silence by then.
>writing in 5>Sorry for this small delay, I needed to power down my lunch.
>>31826508He seems unpleasant. Too bad he’s a staff sergeant. You stand up to your full (very unthreatening height, especially to compared to his) and silently look at him before extending your hand into his.He takes it, squeezing harder than what would be comfortable if that was a real hand he was crushing, and pulls you into one of those typical man hugs...until he holds you for a few seconds and smells your hair and neck.He breathes deep. Panic.“Wendy’s got her little harpy claws in you.”He releases you and walks to his locker near the end of his room and begins stripping off his equipment and clothing. You feel yourself wanting to look.Wendy breaks the silence, gagging in her seat.>What do you do, Michelle?
>>31827028Take a peek. why not.
>>31827028Stay the fuck away, this guy is maximum creepy.
>>31827028Shrug and take a seat.
>>31827028You take just one look sideways down at the man. He catches your glance, and turns towards you and grabs his scrotum and gives it a shake.Ew.You slink closer to where Skyler and Wendy are sitting and quickly slump back into a chair.Steve and Dom change and leave quickly, leaving the three of you alone and back on standby.Skyler says, “That guy’s the best.”Wendy says to Skyler, snapping,, “I will fucking skin you and wear you like a suit.”Skyler raises his hands and backs off.Wendy looks at you angrily and says, “You got something to fucking say?”>No I do not>(Write in it)>Other
>>31827841...what a creep
>>31827841> You, uh...had a run-in with him before then?
>writing in 5
>>31827841“So...you know…”“I don’t think I fucking do, Michelle.”“Sooo...bad experience?”She laughs acidically. “He thinks he’s some fucking superhero out of some action movie with his amazing abs and perfect face. Then he opens his mouth and starts talking how he sticks a funnel down a girl’s throat and pours bleach until she starts vomiting blood, or how he doesn’t kill his favorites, he keeps them as slaves in his house on the Canadian side of the border.”Oh. Well then.“Fuck him and all those action hero types. Asshole.”Well then, although you’re pretty sure that, somewhere in the rainforests, Wendy did all of that and more. It’s not like you’ve never taken a car battery and a pair of jumper cables to an insurgent either.The three of you settle into an uncomfortable silence. At least it’ll be lunch sooner than later now.>Do anything>Do nothing>Other
>>31828526>Do anything.>Ask about lunch.Dorsia?
>>31828526>Do anythingAsk if they wanna play cards! That won't backfire at all!
>>31828526Clearly we need to consider playing cards while asking about lunch.
>>31828526The silence is still uncomfortable, but the look in Wendy’s eyes like she might take a knife to your spine and wear your torso like a shirt has passed.The three of you sit around a small table playing go fish.Wendy asks Skyler if he has any 3s and he coughs them up.“So...what do we do for lunch?”Wendy shrugs. “We get a hour. I usually eat something light. Fuck needing to squat down and take a shit while you’re on the job. The last thing I ever do will not be shitting my pants when shot.”Skyler says, “If you’re a pussy, maybe. Today I feel like barbecue. I want some meat in my mouth after Rogers was here.”>Want some meat in your mouth, Michelle?>Want whatever Wendy puts in her mouth?Other?
Man we really need to find a way to occupy Michelle's time without dropping massive amounts of spaghetti.
>>31829410>Want some meat in your mouth, Michelle?Proper energetic food!
>>31829410>>31829421do they serve spaghetti?
>>31829489Who serves spaghetti where?
>>31829421I just pretend to be the Gos in Drive.>>31829410Barbecue sounds good.
>>31829497the canteen.. aand im guessing they don't have one
>>31829410We can probably compromise. Veggie barbecue is a thing.
>>31829540Oh, the company cafeteria?Michelle doesn't know if one exists or not.
>>31829559we should find out then!
>writing in 5How's everyone liking this new daytime running period?
>>31829722it allows me to participate a little, but im off to bed soon (europe time)
>>31829722Yeah as EU I can post a little now at least, though I'll be sleeping soon as well.
>>31829809>>31829833Hmm. This is probably the most accommodating I can get without living on GMT +0.Goddamn structural problems.
>>31830001It's a bit better, though you'll get a lot of anons just getting back from work right about now.
>>31829410“Isn’t there a cafeteria?”Skyler says, “Do you like rat meat?”“...No?”“Then there isn’t a cafeteria worth eating at.”So...ok. You’re not sure if he’s joking because his voice didn’t change tone at all and you’ve only been here for three days so until someone can prove that there aren’t any rats you’ll just spend your money somewhere else.Barbecue was sounding good… Kind of still is. You want some of that meat in your mouth too, and Rogers did look like he was carved out of marble.“I’m with Skyler. Barbecue sounds good. I want to put a fat sausage right in my mouth.”“Gross. I’ll see you two after lunch.”“Wait, really? You’re not going to eat with us?”“Why would I?”“They probably have vegetables and whatever.”“That’s the best you can do?”You shrug limply.“Sorry babes. I need a no-Michelle day. You’re pretty exhausting.”>[1/2]
>>31830804...Oh.You’re not going to cry. You’re not going to cry. You’re not going to cry. You’re not going to cry. You’re not going to cry. You’re not going to cry. You’re not going to cry. You’re not going to cry. You’re not going to cry. You’re not going to cry. You’re not going to cry. You’re not going to cry. You’re not going to cry. You’re not going to cry. You’re not going to cry. You’re not going to cry. You’re not going to cry. You’re not going to cry. You’re not going to cry. You’re not going to cry. You’re not going to cry. You’re not going to cry. You’re not going to cry. You’re not going to cry. You’re not going to cry. You’re not going to cry. You’re not going to cry. You’re not going to cry. You’re not going to cry. You’re not going to cry. You’re not going to cry. You’re not going to cry.The heat from the extra blood in your face raises a slight bead of sweat in the already warm and humid room. You look away and wipe at your eyes underneath rubbing your forehead.“Sorry Michelle. It’s easier to be honest when you realize you could die any day.”Skyler makes a big “what the fuck, Wendy?” gesture at her and stands up. He motions for you to follow him, and you drag your feet weakly behind him.“I don’t know why she’s so bitchy. It’s not like she’s mad about the slavery thing. She traded a Louis Vitton for a Polish housekeeper.”...is he trying to cheer you up? You’re…You’re just so confused. ...Although you do feel a tiny bit better. You’ve never traded a handbag for a person, although you were witness to many girls and women being traded among tribes in Afghanistan and Pakistan over kashmir and pashminas.You probably wouldn’t trade a purse for a human, would you? You certainly have very little regard for the sanctity of life.“Also she’s just kind of a cunt, a lot, even if she “means well.””>[2/3 I was wrong again]
>>31830821This is the most time you’ve ever spent in conversation with Skyler. Maybe lunch with him won’t be so bad.The two of you walk quietly down hallway after hallway to one of the parking facilities.>Coversate>Do nothing>Spaghetti harder (write in)>Other>[3/3]
Rolled 8, 1, 4 = 13>>31830869>>Coversatejust talk like a human bein.Try to get him talking about NON-work topics that aren't gross and terrible"so, what do YOu spend all your cash on? I just got a paycheck, and.."
>>31830869>ConversateJust smile softly, then ask what is the best thing to order where we going. If we can eat enough to feel not hungery and save the rest of the meal for tonight. When awkward silence reign, may ask about the people we have the dubious pleasure of working in the same room with.
Oh. This quest went stupidly edgy when I wasn't looking.I'm out.
>>31831391Oh..well...Allright, I suppose. Thanks for participating in any previous threads.
>>31830869Conversate. We're all gonna make it, brah.
Rolled 6, 8, 10 = 24>>31831391>Oh. This quest went stupidly edgy when I wasn't looking.>I'm out.Its ALWAYS been stupidly edgy, mang
>>31831391That is basically the point of this quest, It's basically an edgy spin-off of Cyberpunk Idols, with a second person view.
>>31830946>non-work topics that aren't gross and terrible>"so, what do YOu spend all your cash on? I just got a paycheck, and.."You do know the answer is "heroin", right?
>>31830869Well...this got weird. Weirder than usual, anyways. You’re willing to accept your new life of waiting around and being told to kill on demand, since that’s just life in the Army, but then someone rocks your boat so badly you’re sinking. You can feel the water pulling you down.You look up at Skyler (when he’s not slouched he’s...actually really tall. At least six feet, you’d guess) and smile softly.You ask him as you close towards his car, “So what’re you getting? From the restaurant?”He looks inwardly, in thought, as he unlocks the doors of his glossy black town car. “Pork ribs, beef tri-tip, or sometimes the hot links if they don’t sell out. I think today I’m going to eat ribs to forget Rogers and Wendy.”You pull a door open and drop into the black leather passenger seat. “So...you know. What do you spend your blood money on? Other than, you know...the whole heroin thing.”Skyler sighs, saying, “Did Wendy tell you that?”“Yeah, but...not like it’s all that hard to tell. When you’re on the nod in the ready room it’s kind of obvious.”He says as he turns the engine over, “I guess. The opiate inhibitors I take in the morning can sometimes take a while before they purge and reset the targeted neuroreceptors.”The...ok, that’s more science than you thought.“That sounds expensive.”Good work, Michelle!Skyler shrugs as he begins pulling the car out of the lot and onto the street, “The legalization of heroin brought prices down a lot. When anyone with a brain and two hands can grow and harvest poppies, you know. The chems cost, but we make a lot of money, and using is nicer than not. We do awful things for awful people. Being high makes that less terrible to deal with.”“So...just heroin?”>[1/2]
>>31832494“I have season tickets to the Tigers, Lions, Pistons, and Red Wings although I can’t make a lot of games. Normal stuff?”He shrugs again. “I put a lot of money into a trust fund for my brother and sister-in-law’s two children. They live in Oregon. I don’t see them very often. I think that’s intentional. I’d do the same thing. I’m just happy when I do. Every year or two they come here and I take them to a Tigers game.”Well...wow. Ok. You weren’t expecting anything like that at all.He mentions idly, “We should be there in ten or fifteen, it’s not far.”“Cool.”>Ask or say anything else>Do nothing>Spaghetti harder (write in)>Other
>>31832514>>Do nothinglets listen to our stomach growl for FOOD
>>31832514>Other>Put on "https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A-s9LdQPXF4".
>>31832514>Ask or say anything elseHow does he cope? Even with the heroin, that's some heavy shit. And heroin's a downer, so it's gotta' be worse when he's coming off of it.Plus, 15 minutes of stomach growling and silence is awkward as hell.
>>31832628>Hotline Miami soundtrackWe should have this playing when we go on ops
>writingi n 5
>>31832628>>31832713I thought it sounded familiar.
Sitting down for dinner in a few minutes. Going to eat, then it's back to questing.We've had a good run today, so I think I'll be doing just a few more posts after I get back.
>>31832901Hah, how can you not recognize dat intro music?
>>31833087Sorry for the delay. We were pushed back a full 30 minutes.Continuing shortly.>>31834009Haven't played in a while.
>>31834565>Haven't played in a while.well the sequel is coming out in the 3rd quarter this year
>>31832514Skyler hits play on the media player in his dash and the cabin is filled with music.You can’t really explain but what is. Electronic, you suppose. Trance? It’s certainly moving you to some place.“So, like...how do you cope? You know…”He shrugs, loosely rather than limply, like there’s no secret but he’ll tell you as if it were anyways, “It’s not like it’s a secret. The heroin does a lot for me, making twelve hours feel like just one or two, but when it’s not helping or not enough I just stay busy. Watch games, play games, go to games. Music helps. Depends on what’s going on in my head.”That...makes sense? “Wendy does the same by buying things. You’ll have to find what works for you.”You suppose that actually makes more sense than anything else so far. The two of you settle down into Skyler’s weird, but comfortable, music and it doesn’t take long until you’re at the restaurant. It’s called Guerilla BBQ and their mascot is a big silverback gorilla wearing a bush hat and an olive drab vest.Cute.You two walk in. There’s a single counter with a girl with her hair in a ponytail over her shoulder. The line is short. Skyler greets the waitress by name (Melinda) and asks if they have any of the hot links left.They do. He orders one. You decide on the same. After all, you’re here for meat in your mouth, and nothing will be meatier than a big, hot link.Melinda hands you both a thick plastic cup and to Skyler a small, plastic number placard. He leads you to where the soda fountain is, and then to a table, setting down the number before taking his own seat.“Michelle.”“Yeah?”“What do you with your money?”>?
>>31835408well I just started leasing a house and Wendy helped me buy some stuff for it since I was essentially homeless before that, other than that, I don't really know, I've never really had money to spend until I got this jobI'll probably get a car or a hobby to spend money on and occupy myself off hours
>>31835408>>?"Essentials - for now. I still don't know. The paychecks are -really- big. I left some for family, too. But right now? BBq chicken."
>>31835408I leased a big, empty house and I talk to the AI
this post will be the last for tonight.
>>31835408“I leased a big, empty house with nothing in it. The AI which is apparently called a muse talks to and frightens me. Sometimes I talk back.”You shrug, “Wendy took me shopping and I bought furniture and whatever yesterday.”Skyler leans closer towards you and takes a sniff, “Oh, you’re right. Thanks for that, you smelled like ass.”Thanks…“Just saying. It was pretty bad the first day. Maybe ask her how to use make up though.”Oh my god. “I was trying to say, I don’t know yet. I made more money yesterday than I did in both years in the Army probably. I guess I’ll get a car, eventually, and some hobbies. You and Wendy are both really into music… But right now? Right now I just want to put some sausage in my mouth.”END SESSIONQuestions, comments, concerns, et al. can go here and I’ll answer them until I sign off tonight. Stay up to date on twitter @WetworkIdols. As always and usual, thanks to everyone who participates in thread or reads through the archives.
>>31836098and the thread is archived.
>>31836098thanks for the thread OP, any idea when next will be?also, those guys we met have totally made me want to capture us some cute Idols to fill up the house with
>>31836205You're very welcome. I enjoy writing these.Next thread... Monday at the earliest but I would expect something more along the next Tuesday-Wednesday-Thursday timeline.