You are Michelle St. Claire, and today is your third day on the job.

Your service sidearm is missing two rounds from its loaded magazine. The lead is embedded in the brains of what were two young girls.

They tried to run away. You didn’t let them.

Are you happy now, Michelle?

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>>32170011
By not breaking the silence. What sins? You are "just" following orders!

>>32170309
Oh, I lol'd. Anon you slay me.

>>32170011
ask them how they avoid becoming like those douchebags we met earlier who returned while we were on standby

FUCK YOU CAPTCHA

>>32170327
B-but I am srs! Kinda, sorta. It's either quit this job or become more jaded. I am going for more jaded.

>>32170087
Rationalize it that those girls knew the risks, they should have been prepared.

Sunset's finally here. Temperature dropped like 5 degrees in just the last 30 minutes.

Feels good to not be in this insane heat.

>Writing with renewed vigor!

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>>32170011

>ok not as fast as I had hoped but I'm in between trying to make dinner and I'm super gross and sticky from today's heat. Will pick up once I finish cooking and eating.
>Sorry!

It can’t be you. You’re just doing what you’re told.

Yeah. This feels good. You can talk now.

“So, uh…”

Wendy groans. Skyler does not react.

“Whatever, fuck you too. How do I not-be like Sergeant Rogers?”

“Sergeant, really? Fuck you, Michelle.”

Skyler quickly cuts in, “He loves his job. Do you love yours, Michelle?”

>Yes
>Maybe
>No
>Other

>>32171714
>Maybe
we love the money, and so far, current company has been nice, although bitchy at times, but I wouldn't say we enjoy the work, its what we know, what we're good at, and what we get paid for

>>32171714
>>No
Only in it for the money and you guys.

>>32171759
This. Other than the part where we have to kill young girls fairly regularly, this isn't that different from what being in the army was like. We'd even had to kill civilians during our service, at some point. It's pretty much the only real skill we have.

>>32171975
>It's pretty much the only real skill we have.
Yeah, soldiering is kind of a skillset you never get rid of, but are stuck in unless you spend a decade getting a trade, so Michelle is stuck soldiering for the money

>>32172007
>Finally learned keyboard shortcuts for google docs
>Just had a disgusting shit in like 80+ heat
>Dinner is finally cooking

>Writing now

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>>32171714

>Last big post delay/interrupt I swear. Food is on my plate/in my stomach.

“I like the money. I like most of you.”

You look over at Wendy with the sharpest, most pointed glance you can manage and continue, “That’s about it.”

Skyler says, “So, means to an end?”

You shrug. You’re not really sure that that means.

He interprets it as a sign of agreement and continues, “Then you’re not going to be like Rogers. He’s not in it for the money. Make sen-”

Wendy cuts him off, “Stop being so fucking nice about it. She’s a fucking retard, get to the point. Rogers likes to kill people. That’s why he smiles, that’s why he’s here, that’s what gets him hard. Fucking get i-”

“Wendy, calm down. She’s brain damaged. It’s going to take her some time. Just be patient with her.”

Wendy stops talking, but she fixes her gaze out the window.

“I’m right here…”

Skyler looks sympathetic. He doesn’t speak further, and turns back around facing forward.

The ride back is uncomfortable. The period where you strip off your smoke dusted clothing is uncomfortable, and you’re even more uncomfortable when you realize that the fastest, easiest way home is by asking one of them to drive you there.

Maybe you should take the bus.

But you have the rest of today off...maybe you should do something.

>Find an activity to do by yourself or with Skyler and/or Wendy
>Ask Skyler to drive you home
>Ask Wendy to drive you home
>Promptly leave and find your way back home on public transit
>Other

>>32172969
>Find an activity to do by yourself or with Skyler and/or Wendy
We done with work for today? Then time to buy a small fast car.

>>32172969
>Find an activity to do by yourself or with Skyler and/or Wendy
assuming we're done for the day, lets go shopping with Wendy for a car and then get drunk with her from the wine she brought over to our place, she can stay overnight if she's worried about driving, god knows we've got the space and amenities for her to stay

>>32173027 + >>32173040
You'll be off the clock once you leave the building. You need to be back at office at 10 AM tomorrow morning for your session with your counselor.

>>32173214
>You need to be back at office at 10 AM tomorrow
plenty of time to buy a moderately priced reasonable quality automobile and then get drunk with Wendy to forget the days bloodshedding and wake up in time to get to work

>>32173246
Michelle did nothing wrong~

>>32173269
fuck off conscience, you lost your job the moment Michelle became a soldier

>>32173269
I love you.

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

Current theme.

>>32173298
>Hotline Miami soundtrack
It fits this quest so damn well

>>32173298
I had All Eyez on Me on, but...goddamn this shit is cool.

>>32173310 here again

just had a random and potentially hilarious/scary thought

we should get Karan Hotline Miami to play, and the soundtrack

>writing now

Out of curiosity, what genre would HLM's music fall under?

>>32173405
Trance, a subgenre of electronica. Some could be jungle or EDM, but I think "trance," is a pretty decent umbrella.

>>32173405
beats to murder to?

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>>32172969

“Hey, Wendy…”

She says something, her head turned away from you. You heard her clearly. “Fuck me…”

She turns around and puts on her best smile. Her teeth are really white. “Yes, Michelle?”

“I was wondering if you could help me buy a car today. So I don’t have to, you know...do this.”

“Seriously? Now?”

You shrug, “Better today than tomorrow…”

She rubs her face, looking very tired for a few seconds, and says, “Fine. Do you even know what you want? And how much money do you even have left?”

>You need to answer her, Michelle.

>>32173656
I got a twenty dollar bill, and I want a hot wheels car

>>32173656
Just a small economic car to commute.

>>32173656
I dun think Wendy likes us no more...whatevs!

>>32173709

This.

>>32173742
Has she ever liked you, Michelle?

>>32173754
[Paranoia intensifies!]
Time to get a pet turtle...

>>32173754
well she was decidedly less of a cunt more than 2 threads ago, she seems to have had a massive change in character recently which is odd to me

>>32173656
seconding >>32173709
something cheap but reliable and with some room for cargo, a decent sedan or ute/pickup and we've got 3k in cash but we'll probably want to spend no more than 2.5k

>>32173656
How about a short yellow bus?

>>32173950
can we stop trying to be a retard please?

>writing now

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>>32173656

“Hey, Wendy…”

She says something, her head turned away from you. You heard her clearly. “Fuck me…”

She turns around and puts on her best smile. Her teeth are really white. “Yes, Michelle?”

“I was wondering if you could help me buy a car today. So I don’t have to, you know...do this.”

“Seriously? Now?”

You shrug, “Better today than tomorrow…”

She rubs her face, looking very tired for a few seconds, and says, “Fine. Do you even know what you want? And how much money do you even have left?”

>You need to answer her, Michelle.

“Just...something cheap, and small but not too small. So I can put things inside of it. I have like two or three thousand in cash.”

Wendy looks at Skyler, who’s watching both of you, and spreads her arms in protest.

“She was shot in the face. Compassion, Wendy.”

“Oh my god, you too? Shut up with your bullshit Buddhist shit. I get it already, you were in Cambodia and Laos and the asshole of the world. Stop preaching.”

Skyler raises his hands, “I’m just saying, big talk for a slaveholder in America.”

“What the fuck, Skyler! Not in front of her!”

He shrugs, “She already knows. We had a nice talk at lunch.”

“I am going to fucking kill you!”

You can see her eyes are watering and her face is bright red.

She starts digging through her bag.

>Things seem to have gotten a bit out of hand, Michelle.

>>32174397
hug her, but be careful to not hurt her with our arm, she just needs a friend who does not care about her past

>>32174397

>freeze, deer in headlights look

"..."

Then, >>32174439 , but awkwardly.

>>32174397
Oh fuck me.

I posted the new post and the old post. Goddamnit.

I need to seperate my posts in gdocs better. Fuck me.

My b.

>>32173754

fuck

i had a perfect picture for michelle, and i forgot to save it/lost it

its a fantasy/eqsue picture, of a grinning girl with black hair in front of her bedroom - she has a shank/spike/spur/claw thing on one hand (iirc its kind of leatherish, might be mistaken), and is holding up it.

Fuck my life, anyone got it?

>>32174579

you'd think it would be easy to find picture sofa steampunk bedroom but no

>writing now

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>>32174397

Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no. Your only friend is about to shoot your other only friend.

You are not well equipped for this.

Your head hurts. You walk towards Wendy, determined, and wrap her up in a big hug, making sure your prosthetic applies only just enough pressure to keep her still.

You rub your real hand up and down her back, like you saw in the flats on deployment.

She is very tense. As you keep holding her you feel tears running down your neck and Wendy’s hands on your back.

Whew. She probably won’t start shooting now.

Your head hurts.

>Do or say anything else, Michelle?

>>32175182
"I may be a bit brain damaged but I'm mostly naive we've all got shitty pasts and histories behind us and I couldn't care less, I appreciate all you've done to help me Wendy."

MOAR HUGS

Then lets solve this particular case of SADS with SHOPPING! followed by BOOZE!

We need to 'run in' our house, and you can't do that without a friend to get drunk with while venting about the shitty day at work shooting little girls while the creepy AI watches.

where'd the other anons go?

>>32175433
To bed, maybe. Late for east coasters.

>>32175464
Starting to remember why I stopped running threads at night/morning now.

>>32175464
would be nice of them to say when they leave instead of vanishing

>>32175731
Not entirely unexpected, really...although maybe a little sudden.

not sure what I should do.

>>32175756
its only 6:20pm here so I'm happy to continue if you are

>>32175812 here again

alternative could be try to keep the thread alive through the night and continue in the morning/noon your time

>>32175812
>>32175872
Deliberating.

bump

Here's how I think this'll go. if the thread survives the day and morning, I'll come back this afternoon and we'll keep playing.

if it ends up getting murdered, well, I have all the posts saved to my gdocs. I'll just remake the thread, and then post everything and get us up to speed.

Catch you all on the flipside.

>>32177051
Sorry, that should read the night and morning.

It's late here.

>>32177051
cool, I'll try and keep it alive, and you may as well archive it now anyway

>>32177185
I'm really not down into archiving before a thread is finished.

I'll see what the situation is like and post a tweet or whatever in the morning (afternoon) when I wake up.

bump

bedtime bump, if another anon could keep this thread alive for the OP to resume that would be great

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A-s9LdQPXF4

I'm awake and back, but I think my day might be fucked in terms of scheduling. Did not expect or plan for a multi-day event.

Whatever. Let's try to get this shit back on the rails, starting with votes on the last story post.

>>32175182
>>32183285

Release Wendy after you are sure that she will not freak out.

"We're all gonna make it."

>writing

>>32185023

"...Go on."

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>>32175182

Skyler leaves, quickly, leaving the two of you alone

It feels like you’ve been standing for a long time. You let go of Wendy. She lets go of you.

She rubs her eyes with the palms of her hands, “I need to wash my face.”

“We’re all g-”

“Don’t fucking even, Michelle.”

You purse your lips together and sit down as Wendy walks, shoulders slumped, to the bathroom.

You count the tiles on the ceiling and make it to 238, although you lost focus once or twice. Your head hurts.

When Wendy walks out you see the full extent of...whatever they are, on her face.

You see why she covers up. Her eyes are red.

She sits next to you. She smells like sweat.

“About what Skyler told you, I can explain.”

>Should she explain, Michelle?

>>32185055
Sorry. I only posted half of my post!

>>32185055

Still applies to >>32185116 .

>>32185116
Yes. She should explain

>>32185116
if she want to, i guess

>writing

>>32185116
What is it that she has on her face?

Oh man I missed this starting up again huh.

>>32185804
The tatoos/white ink.

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>>32185755
dat posting speed, makes my cry as much as you Wendy does

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>>32185116

“In my head this story seemed longer. Everyone in suram has domestics, especially the rich. I’m not doing my own fucking laundry, so I shopped around for a bit. Besides it’s not like I abuse her or anything. I just, you know, own her.

It sounds worse than it is.”

>Do you believe her, Michelle?

>>32186642
Just wait until you see what you've been waiting for!

>>32186704
> Why not just hire a maid?

>>32186704
"Yo, thats still pretty fraked up, Michelle" - Is what we dont' say
We are not in a position to be choosy with our friends and Wendy actually seems like a pretty nice person underneath all the.. bitch. We should be supportive, Wendy could use a friend too.

>>32186704
> Yes
Why not? We don't really have the moral high-ground in any case.

>>32186704
> "Alright, alright. I'm sure it does."

>oh boy all my players and stuff seem to be back
>writing

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>>32186993

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>>32186704

Your head hurts. “I guess so.”

Your rub your eyes. You feel exhausted. “Can we leave now please?”

Wendy makes sure her locker is secure and slings her bag over her shoulder, “Yeah.”

“...Oh. What about the, you know…”

You dab at your face a few times.

“So not in the mood to give a shit about it today. Besides...it’s not that weird. You’ll see what I mean if you live long enough.”

She walks and talks, leaving you to quickly grab your belongings and follow after her.

Her stride seems to have quickened. She’s moving faster than usual.

“Can you even fucking drive?”

You nod. Not well, but you do.

“Really?”

She looks at you, her expression a combination of hostility and scepticism. “Whatever. Today is one of those days where I don’t give a shit.

Here’s how this will work. I will find a used car lot, I will drive you there, and then I’m going to go home. Got a problem with that?”

>Yes
>No
>Other

>>32187872
Get out of my head Charles

>>32187928
>If you're sure...

>>32187928
>No
> But you don't have to be so confrontational...

>>32187928
>No
O-okay...

>>32188056
seconded

>writing

>>32188960
Ah, I've gotta go so thanks for running!

>>32189052
Bye Anon!

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>>32187928

“I guess not...I mean, you know, I haven’t been down to the beach yet and you didn’t go down there last time so I was kind of thinking that maybe you’d want to stay a while since the sun is still out and there’s still a bottle or two of the wine from last time.”

You shrug loosely.

Wendy glances at you. She looks like she doesn’t believe you. “Really?”

“If you want or whatever…”

Oh. This is unexpected. Now it’s Wendy hugging you in a hallway under a fluorescent light that’s about to fail. The flickering is making your headache worse.

She mumbles thank you into your ear. She lets go after an uncomfortably long few seconds.

“So, you know, maybe you could be a little bit less...you know...confrontational?”

She doesn’t say anything. You’ll take what you can get.

Wendy leads you to where her car is parked today and dumps her bag into the back seat as she climbs into the driver’s seat. You follow her example on the opposite side. She turns over the engine and lets the car idle in the lot as she engages the stereo system to more music you don’t recognize as she pulls out her phone and starts tapping on it.

She spends about a minute at it before she puts the car into gear and pulls out.

“Do you know anything about cars or how to buy them?”

You shake your head.

“Thought so.”

She keeps both hands on the wheel but it’s obvious she wants to rub her face with them.

“Do you have a problem if I tell you what to buy so we can get out of there fast?”

>yes
>Maybe
>No
>Other

>>32189761
>Maybe
nothing bright pink

>>32191584 here

I just woke up, where'd all the anons go?

>>32189761
Sounds fine

I feel silly for panicking and archiving now. I'll message LL later to fix it.

>>32191998
eh, not like the description carries much weight

>writing

>>32192089
Ttrue that.

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>>32189761

You look over to your left and smile weakly at Wendy, “Nothing bright pink, okay?”

She returns a smile, faintly, and turns her head back to watch the road.

You recognize the direction you’re heading, faintly, as towards the area Wendy lives outside of the most urban downtown areas. Office parks and high rises are swapped for strip malls and housing tracts as you cut through a heavily suburban area about twenty minutes outside of Echo’s innermost areas.

The two of you drive quietly along a four lane road in a section of the area that seems to be mostly commercial and business. A few blocks ahead is a tall sign advertising for a car lot.

Sure enough, Wendy pulls over into the right lane and turns on her signal as she pulls right and turns into the lot. She keeps right and cranks the wheel to turn into a parking spot marked by faded white paint on broken black asphalt, and turns off the car.

Wendy unbuckles her seatbelt and pushes her door open with her shoulder and steps out, and waits for you.

“I took a lot at their inventory and I found three in your budget. There’s a Chrysler-Nissan Optima and a Mercury Comet which are basically just the most average sedans ever, and there’s another Chrysler-Nissan called the Jackrabbit which is smaller than the other two.

So just fucking pick one.”

>Jackrabbit
>Comet
>Optima

>>32193257
I'm assuming the Optima is the bottom red car in the pic
>Optima

>>32193363
Lists are in order from top to bottom in image and text.

>>32193402
I gathered as much right after I posted, and damnit the Comet looks cool and theres something to be said about being understated

fuckit, changing from >>32193363 to
>Comet

we can mod it out underneath and make it a armored sleeper later when we've got more DOSH

>>32194044
wat

>>32194044
No lesbians here, friend.

>>32194124
Wine beach dating?

>>32194141
What, you've never spend the evening staring into the sunset getting plastered drunk with a fellow comrade after a days killing?

>>32194141
I don't think Michelle or Wendy are capable of dating or being dateable.

>>32194160
I remember taking a pack of corona and a handle of vodka to the beach.

I ended up scarring my knee on a life guard tower, pissed all over it, got super stoned, and then barfed into a trash can when it was all said and done.

Good times drinking on the beach.

>>32194160
yep. Then we turned lesbians... and we were both straight dudes before that...Tell you, that shit is a killer.

>>32194172
nah, they just need the right people for them, namely someone as naive as Michelle, as understanding as Skylar and utterly unconnected to the line of work we've chosen

>writing
>fucking 2 day quest my god

>>32194399
the QM of another quest recently went 45 hours straight questing, with updates every 1/2 hr to 1 hr, was impressive but probably not healthy

>>32194533
That's a lot. Also not for me.

>>32194568
yeah, its kind of insane, the previous record was 34 hours, and the QM who broke it wirh 45 wants to eventually break that by going past 60 hours straight...

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>>32194673
yeah, he ain't exactly 'sane'

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>>32193257

“The Comet looks fine. ...it’s really only a few thousand?”

“There could be some stains or smells.”

Your lip curls up and you feel air touch your teeth. You thought you were done with that.

Wendy notices your expression, “I don’t know why you don’t wait until tomorrow and buy something that isn’t ass, but whatever. Give me your card, I’ll deal with this. Just go...stand over there, or something.”

You reach into a pocket of your pants and struggle with the fabric until, finally, you pull it free. You hand over the small, perforated plasti-metal card to Wendy and she walks off.

You stand, awkwardly, examining your nails.

They look much better than they did a few days ago, although they’ve lost some of their original luster to the thick gloves and use from earlier today.

You scrape some dirt, skin, and oil out from under them as Wendy does Wendy things with a man wearing a wrinkled looking suit. He must be a salesman. She points out the Comet and the man’s face and reaction suggests he’s expecting a fight, but instead Wendy just hands him your card.

Shit.

She gives you a thumbs up.

Goddamnit.

Wendy takes your card and a pair of keys from the man, and walks back to you.

“You need to pay for insurance. Corp and Echo law. You don’t wanna get fucked by those lawyers.”

She hands you back your card, and offers you the keyfob. “Don’t fucking lose it. So...I’ll follow you to your house?”

>Sounds good
>No
>Other

>>32195080
>I don’t know why you don’t wait until tomorrow and buy something that isn’t ass
that was an option?

>Sounds good

>>32195128
Waiting/floating is always an option, but "now," was voted in over "later," when the choice was being decided.

There aren't a lot of backsies, but the comet doesn't exactly represent a huge well of sunken capital.

>>32195168
true, and besides, I'm sure we've got a 2+ garage, we can make this one a decent driver, maybe spend a bit getting the interior nicer and maybe some armor in the doors/glass and it will serve well, we can splurge on a Not!Ferrari later when we rolling in dosh

>>32195168
Whoops, there are no backsies* (regarding the purchase).

>>32195196
Five car garage.

>>32195212
>Five car garage.
eeeexcellent

I see Michelle developing something of a hobby mechanically wise, what with the cybernetic arm and being in the army, thats all you do when not shooting people, fix shit

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>>32195255 here again

maybe something like a kit car or sportscar to work on when bored at home

I just really want an excuse for Michelle to have a Buick Wildcat, pic related

I think it might be that time again when I put the pause on the quest...again.

Jesus. I never thought I'd have a single thread span multiple days. Good Christ.

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>>32195547
>Wetwork Idols Quest #13: The Longest Game

>>32195711
Might as well be the new motto.

>>32195547
heh, I'll try to keep it alive although there seems to me me and one other anons here now

>>32195711
why you no vote anon :(

>>32195749
If I see another vote or two on my last post I'll probably do one or two more updates before I clock out for bed.

Cmon, anons, theres at least one anon luring and refusing to vote >>32195711

>>32196028
I wouldn't get too upset or try to push it too hard, Anon.

I'm going to bed soon anyways. Just keep the thread alive and we can do the dance tomorrow.

>>32196028
>luring
lurking* derp

>>32196092
>I'm going to bed soon anyways. Just keep the thread alive and we can do the dance tomorrow.
will do

>>32196092
Router broke so I'm posting on my phone. Going.g to bed, catch everyone tomorrow.

Have a good night everyone.

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bumpan with concept cars from the 80's

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>>32196879

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>>32197673

>>32198645
I want Michelle to buy this car.

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>>32199245
nah anon, this is the car Michelle wants, imagine this thing with a futuristic interior, bulletproof and all

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bedtime bump, could another anon take over for me?

back in the saddle. Soon, anyways, once I finish waking up.

I swear, Wetwork Idols needs to be the name for a girl's heavy metal band.

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>>32195080

”That sounds fine.”

You walk towards your...Comet? You don’t see the resemblance, really. The styling confuses you, but at least the glossy black paint seems to be mint...mostly.

You cross your fingers and push the keyfob, starting the car and unlocking the doors.

The engine cranks for half a second before finally turning over and coughing to life. At least it started on the first try…

You pull open the door and take a look. The seats are dry, cracked grey leather, but they seem to be fine.

It smells like smoke inside. You take a seat and wait several seconds as the electric driver’s chair moves to place you in the optimum driving position.

There’s a lot of travel. Once the car is satisfied, the mirrors swivel to align themselves in your sight lines. You pull out your phone and enter the address to your new house, although you have to copy paste it in from another document.

Eventually the GPS system calculates a route for you and, slowly, you pull out of the lot. Wendy follows you.

It feels strange driving again. You haven’t in a while, and never in a situation where death wasn’t a possibility.

Your knuckles are a pallid white when you finally get to your house nearly a hour later. You step out, shakily, exhausted into the unfurnished garage. You knew there weren’t any IEDs, but they still felt real to you.

You have Karan open the door for Wendy and you collapse into a couch.

“Jesus, you look like shit. First time in a while?”

You nod.

“Sheeeiit.”

She helps herself to your (her) wine and a pair of glasses, and fills them to the brim. She goes at it like it’s water as you hold yours, watching.

>It’s been a long day, Michelle, but now you’re home. What do you want to do?

>>32206582
setup with a nice view of them beach and then start drinking

after a glass or two ask Wendy about her facial tattoos

Refreshed my post in the /qtg/, so maybe some players will come filtering in.

Until such a time I'll leave it open for another 20-30 and then start writing.

>>32206582

>drink some
>gnaw on jerky/snacks
>wait for Wendy to speak

sweet, an extra anon.

gud e-nuff 4 me.

>writing

Man, still running huh...
Maybe I'll catch an update before sleep then.

>>32208630
Three days, baby.

>>32208630
Guess not, hope you get some votes anyway.

>>32209948
Shit. I have been writing.

>>32209991
Well it's almost 3:30AM and I have to get up somewhat early, sadly. I'm sure there are other readers around.

>>32210022
Catch you later.

>>32206582

You drink enough of the wine to be able to walk with it, and then stand up.

Wendy looks over at you and then grabs her bag, “I’m going to go change. You said there’s a bathroom right down here, right?”

You point in the direction you think it is, “I think it’s right over there.”

Wendy looks at you for a moment, “...are you not?”

You shrug, limply, replying, “What I’m wearing is what I have…”

Wendy looks at you, scared, distraught, and disgusted. She looks like she, desperately, wants to say something...but doesn’t.

The effort seems to be blanching her lips. She smiles awkwardly as she forces her gaze off of you. She turns around stiffly and walks down a hallway and makes a right to where one of the bathrooms of the house are and spends a few minutes in there.

She comes back out, wearing a white blouse and a patterned skirt. She’s barefoot.

You look at her from the island in the kitchen, “You just had that with you?”

“I keep a few different outfits in my locker, so what? When you said beach I thought it’d be nice.

You shrug. Seems...reasonable, for Wendy.

Wendy grabs her glass of wine and the pair of wine bottles in a hand and under her arm as she follows you out to the balcony, where the two of you take a short, comfortable elevator ride down to the beach front.

Oh. This is nice. There’s another, wooden patio area. It’s unfurnished, but the deck seems well built and the wood is a rich, dark color. It shines, faintly, in the sunlight.

It must be coated or sealed.

Wendy looks around, “There isn’t any furniture?”

You shrug, and she sighs. “Whatever. Those are privacy shades, right?”

You nod.

“Have them engaged. But don’t black them out or anything weird, just loop an empty shore or something.”

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>>32210662
You...um, hmm. You try shouting at the house for Karan. Nothing seems to change, although the shoreline as far as you can tell was already empty when you got down.

Wendy steps off the platform and walks towards the line separating the softpack and hardpack sand and sits down, digging the wine into the hardpack so it stands upright.

You pull off your boots and socks and step off the patio and into the sand, and wiggle your toes around.

It’s different from the sand in the middle east.

You walk towards Wendy and sit down next to her. The two of you sit quietly, sipping at your wine, refilling your glasses as you need.

Eventually you find (drink) the courage you need to ask something you’ve been wondering, “So, you know...what’s the deal with your face?”

Wendy glances to her right, towards you, and says, “They’re a narco tribal thing. And it’s not just a tattoo. The cartels can afford whatever they want, and for some reason that’s one of the machines they bought. They selectively and permanently altered the pigment of my skin. There’s nothing to do about it except conceal it with some foundation and concealer.”

Oh. Well...that’s some shit.

>Conversate
>Spaghetti harder
>Do nothing
>Other

>>32210721
>Conversate

>>32210997
Seems kind of like I've lost interest or everyone is busy in other quests or elsewhere.

I knew I did threads during the week for a reason.

I'll give it another 20 minutes to see if something happens, otherwise I'll just go.

>to that end, writing.

>>32211928
Long breaks tend to be thread killers, especially running at unusual times nobody knows to look for you, yeah. I'm still sticking around till you call it, if it changes anything.

>>32212186
We'll FINALLY be getting to where I wanted to end the thread in the first place Friday night soon.

No way am I letting this go until Monday.

>>32210721

You decide to vocalize what you were already thinking and say, “That’s some shit.’

Wendy takes a drink of wine and swallows and replies, “Yep.”

“Did it...hurt?”

Wendy shrugs, “Maybe?”

She sniffles and rubs her nose.

Oh, right. The cocaine thing.

Awkward.

Wendy stands up and brushes most of the sand off of her and her skirt.

You look to your left over your wine and glass and say, “What’s up?”

Wendy replies, “I feel like standing. Also I want to take a look around the patio. It seems nice. When are you going to furnish it?”

You shrug at her, then rotate back forward to watch the water coming in and out.

Once you turn your head, you lose track of Wendy. She is a leaf on the wind.

After a minute or two she calls out to you, “Hey Michelle, did you know there’s an outdoor shower over here?”

You reply, “An outdoor what?”

“I said outdoor shower, retard. Just come over and look.”

You push yourself up with your prosthetic arm, hardly needing to use your legs at all, and get to your feet, and turn around so you’re facing the house.

You don’t see her.

“Wendy? Where are you?”

“South side, south wall. There’s an entire space over here.”

You follow her voice, not really being able to figure out which way is south that quickly, and end up walking into a wide corridor between the edge of your property and the fence, and the wall of the house on the opposite side.

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>>32213071

Wendy is standing a handful of yards away from you, examining...something. Between you and her is a walkway made of mood that matches the lower patio, raised above the sand of the beach. You walk along until you get next to her, and see what she’s seeing clearly for the first time.

She’s looking at...something, made of what looks like black marble (doesn’t that match the bathtub upstairs?), sunk into the ground. A delicate arc of dark metal extends from the ground to hang a few feet over the pit, while there are matching metal knobs and spigots.

“Do you even know what you’re looking at?”

You shrug.

“Oh my Christ. How did you even find this place? I said outdoor shower but I guess it’s basically just an entire outdoor bath. Look behind you. You can be sitting in it and perfectly see the water. Maybe I should just fucking move in.”

Well...that’s a surprise. “Would you, you know...want to?”

“Would you let me?”

>That’s a good question, Michelle. Would you?

>>32213102
woo, just got back from watching Godzilla

"I wouldn't mind, god knows theres plenty of space and I could use the company to keep me sane."

time to try out the bath, if we've got any towels and stuff in our bathrooms in the house, grab them then chill in the bathtub, we're gonna pretend its a jacuzzi

>>32213517
Godzilla was fucking insane.

That final kaiju/MUTO takedown with the atomic breath Mortal Kombat fatality

>>32213537
oh man when the big guy blasted straight down the bitches gullet I nearly jizzed myself, also, why do they always have to go "hurr durr nukes only made things worse, LETS USE BIGGER ONES", and lol at thenavy boarding teams on the hotels in Hawaii with MP5's taking shots and the big guy

>>32213593
I thought maybe that they were going to use a high yield hydrogen-fusion bomb which produces fairly little in terms of radiation (aside from the EMP and neutron blast) compared to a lower yield fission bomb

>>32213726
the warheads on a minuteman and trident ICBMs don't emit any radiation at all actually... its only once they undergo the reaction do they irradiate particulate matter in the atmosphere so lol at SCIENCE! and their attempt to bait them out and all that nonsense.

and honestly, they should have just had anything airborne stay 1km back, and hit the things with an RNEP or two, that would have solved things instantly

>>32213795
More exciting for Godzilla to punch stuff, though.

Way more exciting. Besides, it's a monster movie.

>>32213881
Indeed, I still loved it, I loved it even more when they lost the nuke train and you could see the brass thinking "Well fuck, that was stupid, screw it, lets watch them punch it out and hope we don't just blow up a city for no reason"

>>32213918
I thought the entire train scene was really well shot/directed.

The PANIC from the admiralty was excellent, as well as Watanabe's "I told you bro, told u bout that Godzilla."

The Vegas scenes were pretty cool too.

>>32213949
indeed, apart from the stupidity inherent in a Kaiju movie's plot, it was awesome all around

>>32212186
wheres this anon at?

>>32214067
Maybe they're taking a shit. I know on a bad day I'm on the can for like 20 or 30 minutes.

>>32214167
jesus, can't say I've ever had it that bad except for when a resup helo got knocked out of the sky while on a extended patrol and we switched to MRE's for a week straight, I thoroughly annihilated a portaloo as soon as we got back to the FOB

>>32214235
Wiping, bro, wiping. It's not an outflow problem, it's a sanitation one.

>guess I better start writing
>Doing that now

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postan some FUTURE while we wait

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>>32213102

You shrug, “There’s space if you want it.”

Wendy is the one surprised now, “Really?”

Her expression hardens as she says, “And I’d be able to move in everything?”

You’ve seen and done worse, you guess...even if it was never quite parallel to holding a domestic.

On the other hand, Wendy had a good point. Fuck laundry.

“Everything.”

Wendy runs a hand through her hair, pulling it back over her scalp and ears before rubbing the tips of her index, middle, and thumb fingers together.

“That is just so gross.

Do I get to use the master bathroom?”

“Ew. Even I know that’s beyond the boundary of personal space. Besides, it’s connected to my bedroom…”

Wendy looks disappointed, “I’ll think about it. Can I at least remodel one of the bedrooms and bathrooms?”

You look down and away. How the fuck should you know? You shrug.

“Whatever. Promise to find out for me?”

>Promise to find out for her?

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>>32215256
sure, have Karan put in a call to the agent to see if we can

oh shit it's already been 40 minutes better write

GODDAMN I WANT THIS THREAD TO END ALREADY

>>32215256

>do what we can >>32215340

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>>32215812
we'll get there eventually

goddamnit fucking capcha

>>32215256

“Allright…”

You walk back out towards the patio and stand on it, facing the house.

“Karan”

“Karan!”

“KARAN!”

No response. It’s a good thing you found out she can’t hear you down here sooner than later.

“I need to get back upstairs, I’ll be right back.”

Wendy looks at you with her “whatever,” face and pulls and smoothes her skirt down as she steps into the tub and sits down.

She doesn’t even live here yet.

Skank.

You take the elevator back upstairs and pull open the sliding glass door into the kitchen.

“Karan.”

Her avatar floats into existence along the glass wall, “Hello, Michelle. I see that your heartbeat is elevated and you’re slightly flushed.”

“That’s...not...whatever. Can you not hear me when I’m the beach down below?”

“No. The owner preferred that that area be considered “private.” Do you wish to access me and my functionality from down below?”

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>>32216417

You nod. “I will send you a detailed list of what will need to be done. What is it you wanted, Michelle?”

“I invited Wendy to move in, but she wants to know if the lease allows remodels.”

Karan seems..agitated. The border of her avatar seems to disjoin in spikes and whorls.

“I do not see anything in the lease that would allow Wendy that privilege. In addition, Michelle, the lease does not have any language that would allow you to further sublet the unit.”

Shit.

You don’t know what those words mean. “Small words, Karan.”

“The lease does not allow you to take roommates.”

Oh.

SHIT.

“I see your blood pressure rising, Michelle. Shall I call the representative from Saedar-Krupp?”

“Yes, I think that would be good.”

“And what should I tell her, Michelle?”

You rub your forehead. You are not well equipped for this.

Your head hurts.

“Tell her I want to add a roommate. And if we can remodel or change the house.”

“Very well, Michelle. I am doing so now.”

You stand, waiting and awkwardly, leaning on the island for support for several minutes after Karan’s image vanished off the glass.

You wonder what...what was her name again? It’s on the tip of your tongue.

Karan comes back, “I have news, Michelle.”

“And?”

“The agency will allow Wendy to co-sign the lease, but they have denied any substantial or material alterations to the property, with one exception.”

Well...that’s...something? You think?

“What’s that?”

“The agency indicated that the owner is willing to sell. I suppose that was not mentioned in your earlier meetings.”

“No, it wasn’t.”

“I see. The asking price is at four point five million dollars.”

That’s a lot of money.

“Are you well, Michelle? I see your blood pressure is dropping quite rapidly. These swings are not healthy.”

“I get it. I’m heading back downstairs now.”

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>>32216433

“Of course, MIchelle. Please be advised that, should you enter the water and begin to drown, that I will not be able to save you.”

...that’s...okay. Your head hurts.

“Can you please engage the privacy shades? Wendy said to loop some footage of the empty beach.”

“Of course, Michelle. Stay safe. I would be upset if something else were to kill you.”

Ugh…

You descend, again, and sit down next to Wendy who’s on the edge of the deck of the patio. Maybe she doesn’t want to get too sandy.

“Karan checked the lease. We both need to sign a new version of it, but they won’t allow any remodels or whatever.”

“Really? That’s fucking bullshit.”

“But…”

“But…?”

“They told Karan that they’d be willing to sell.”

“No shit?”

“Four and a half million.”

“Christ…”

Wendy rubs her face, “That’s certainly something. Are you actually thinking about trying to get a mortgage and buying it out?”

>That would be crazy, Michelle. But perhaps that no longer bothers you?

>>32216449
>I would be upset if something else were to kill you
>something else
...

Fuck it, lets go for it, we're starting a new life, may as well, and if anything, the mortgage should be less than the lease payments or at worst equal

>>32216462 here again

addendum, we'll chip in if Wendy chips in, if she wants to stay here and we need to buy the house to make mods to it, she's paying her half

I'll start writing in about 10. We're in the end game, everyone!

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>>32216449

“...Kind of, yeah. You said you wanted to live here, right?”

“Yeah, but I’m pretty sure not for more than two million bucks…”

You try your best to make begging eyes at Wendy.

“Look, fuck, I already said I’d move in. Jesus, just give me some time to think before I want to get weird gay married to the crazy cat lady and buy a house, okay?”

You don’t know what, like, half of that means.

“Just think about it.”

“Fuck off.”

Now’s probably a good time to stop talking. You kick your feet in the sand as you and Wendy sit on the edge of the patio, looking out towards Lake Erie, the sun up in pale, cloudless sky.

You feel...happy?

END SESSION

Questions/comments/whatever go here

HOLY FUCK 4 DAYS OF QUESTING THREE DAYS TOO MANY

Follow me on twitter and complain about me there @WetworkIdols

Holy fuck it's already archived from like yesterday.

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>>32216973
woo, we're getting responsible and shit

fuck

thanks for the thread OP, next thread when?

>>32217039
You're a sick motherfucker asking when the next thread is after 4 days straight.

Pretty sure I covered my thread quota for the week of the 19th to the 25th. Thread potentially Thursday night (very unlikely) or next Monday/Tuesday/Wednesday (more likely).

I think I start school a week from today, with classes M-Th, so it's possible that Wetwork Idols might become a regularly recurring Friday thread. Depends on my course load and homework and timing and whatever that I won't find out until I'm in the middle of it, but I'll stay on top of it and communicate effectively so everyone knows what's going on.

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>>32217061
>You're a sick motherfucker asking when the next thread is after 4 days straight.
I'm addicted, like Michelle to big uninformed decisions, Skylar to heroin, and Wendy to being a cunt.

>I think I start school a week from today, with classes M-Th, so it's possible that Wetwork Idols might become a regularly recurring Friday thread. Depends on my course load and homework and timing and whatever that I won't find out until I'm in the middle of it, but I'll stay on top of it and communicate effectively so everyone knows what's going on.
Good luck with it, cya whenever the next thread is.

>>32217088
Oh man, I wish the Sunfire we got was half as cool as that.

Although the Firebird is pretty rad.

>>32217099
it may be shitty in real life, but it can unleash its potential awesome in this

>>32217122
I take a lot of my aesthetics from Deus Ex and Shadowrun...it won't be much retro-80's futurism stuff.

But we'll see. Every image gets archived, and I reference threads as needed.

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>>32217143
soo 90's retro futurism then

>>32217143
I guess I should say that's 4th ed Shadowrun and Human Revolution, because FASA SR 1-3 eds are fucking 80's silliness supreme and Deus Ex 1 and Invisible War qualify as "ancient," now.

>>32217165
I'll allow it, but I'm not sure I'll incorporate it.

>>32217195
cool, well I'll keep collecting random near future sci-fi pics and let me know whats hot or not

>>32217203
Sounds good to me.

>>32216973
Thanks for running, couldn't be here much since I'm EU time but hey.

>>32217346
It's all good.

Together we finally fucking plowed through it.

Hopefully the votes and responses are satisfactory.

>>32217365
Yeah, they were mostly what I'd go for I'd say.

Hopefully now Wendy's and Skyler's cattiness are a little more well understood why they are. There was some resentment towards Wendy for being a bitch, so hopefully I mellowed those feelings out through the narrative.

>>32217451
Excellent.

>>32217520
>There was some resentment towards Wendy for being a bitch, so hopefully I mellowed those feelings out through the narrative.
well she's moving in so now we can BEFRIEND the shit out of her

>>32217520
>There was some resentment towards Wendy for being a bitch
No no, that's part of her appeal.

>>32217520
Man that was a poorly constructed sentence. It's late.

>>32217610
well she started out as bitch part time and was reasonable about it but then she went full time cunt randomly

>>32217677
It's mostly her being exhausted with/from/because Michelle.

There's only so much patience for braindead teenagers.

>>32217706
true, though wine and quiet beach views followed by SHOPPING can help with that

>>32217706
But Michelle is the loveable kind of braindead!

>>32217725
Which is basically why Wendy isn't basically all cunt all the time.

Michelle doesn't really have the self-awareness, but Anon mitigates Wendy's unpleasantness well enough.

A lot of the cageyness was about Skyler breaking her trust about her domestic, but now that that's in the air and Michelle is accidentally(?) just rolling with it that's relieved a lot of tension.

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