>>34304430
>Go down to the first or second floor and walk around

lets go exploring!

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

Buying clothes is a lot of work.

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Income: ~2200/wk + bonuses
Expenses: 5500/mo lease
Captive money: 10k security deposit
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writing in about 10.

>>34304549
Sounds like fun.

>>34304847
indeed, while i had a strong urge to vote spaghetti or stray dog, it just didn't seem right.

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>>34304430

You could wait. You have, before, and will no doubt in the future.

But today isn’t that day. You feel...restless? as your knees bounce and your feet tap against the hard stone floor. Your phone is already in your hands and you text Wendy that you’re going downstairs.

You’ve been on the second, even if only briefly. There were a lot of shoes. You’re not sure if there was anything else, but the first floor is less known than the second and you find yourself standing on the escalator from third direct to first, slowly descending.

Your grip the black rubberized railing with your meaty hand as you look down below.

The main walkway is full of perfume and jewelry mini-boutiques and vendors. It smells…

You sniff, testing the air, obeying some rekindled feral, primordial instinct lost long ago in most of man. You’re not sure how it smells, only that it does.

>Browse the jewelry and/or perfume
>Walk around the rest of the floor
>Check out and leave the store and go elsewhere
>Spaghetti harder
>Return to Wendy and wait for her
>Other

>>34305331
>Browse the jewelry and/or perfume

>>34305456
sure

it's been long enough, writing now.

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>>34305331

Pretty women who all look similar with almond eyes and skin with no visible pores are behind their booths, stalls, and cabinets. They smile with teeth white like cotton and pink, perfect gums.

There are people, nearly all women but a few men too, talking, shopping or standing. You’re not sure if this is busy, light, or regular traffic.

The smell is strong but inoffensive as you step away from the escalator and into the walkway.

The rubber heel of your boot doesn’t make much noise, but everyone seems to have noticed you anyways.

They’re staring.

You stop.

>Panic
>PANIC
>Spaghetti harder
>Check out some perfume
>Examine some jewelery
>Walk around the floor
>Other

>>34306001
>Try to blend in more. Fail. Panic
>Check out some perfume.
Also nice drawing

>>34306063
Thanks. I'm not sure it captures the essence, though.

It doesn't seem vat-grown OR feral-nobility enough to represent either party but...

It's a nice drawing.

I''ll give it another 5/10 mins then writing

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>>34306001

You slouch and roll your shoulders, trying to be invisible. When they keep staring you begin to feel very uncomfortable.

Your head hurts again and your mouth feels dry.

You move your knees, jerkily and mechanically, and begin walking towards the closest perfume stall or store.

It’s a store. You slide the door horizontally and close it behind you, shutting it a little too forcefully. The frosted glass offers some relief.

You turn around. This girl does not look like the others.

You wonder why.

The smell is intense, but you can’t tell any of them apart. Your head still hurts.

>Panic
>Spaghetti harder
>Conversate naturally
>Conversate unnaturally
>Leave promptly
>Other

>>34306832
>Conversate naturally (or as close as it comes it Michele).
> Buy some parfume, be normal.

writing. slow day. I have tomorrow off so I can run later than usual today but I hope some more players drop by

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>>34306832

You try to conversate naturally but your mouth is still dry and the perfume is getting in your mouth and you can taste the alcohol and the..

whatever makes the perfume smell like perfume.

You bring your head up to look at the employee and talk through your hand, trying to keep more of it from floating in.

Her skin is more like milk than butter and you can see scars from acne on her face and pale hairs on her arms. Her hair is dark and looks original, not colored.

You say the first thing that comes to mind, “You’re whiter than the others outside.”

She purses her lips as she tries to process what you’ve just said.

>Panic
>Spaghetti harder
>Double down
>Backtrack
>Damage control
>Leave promptly
>Other

>>34307890
>I..Uh..
>Be embarrassed, stand still and await response.
Its okay, we'll probably never see this person ever again.. its okay!

>>34307890
>Damage control
another nice picture you got there.
I'm off to bed, if it runs late I might catch you in the morning. Thanks for GMing.

writing in 5

>>34307890
Panic but don't speak, then damage control.>>34307890
>>34307890

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>>34307890

“I...ummm…”

“You don’t look like the women outside either.”

There’s steel in her voice and her arms are crossed. Her eyes are squinted and she is watching you, not staring, at you.

You grab at some finger length hair and say, “Trust me, I know.”

Your chin drops and your eyes sink as you feel the bags under them pull them down.

Out of pity, compassion, or another, even more alien emotion the woman behind the counter softens her expression upon your display.

She bows (??), but not as deeply as Imai did (???) and says, “That was rude of me. Irrashaimase. How may I help you?”

ummm….

Your hand is still in the air, pulling on your hair. It’s starting to hurt and you drop it to your side but that doesn’t feel right either.

You shift your weight between your feet as you pull at the crew collar of your battered shirt.

>Ummm….
>I want …
>Spaghetti harder
>Panic
>Leave
>Other

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ff3DImd0Q2k

>>34308981
This music combined with writing the quest puts me in an entirely different place.

>>34308833
....pick up a thing of cheap perfume buy it and leave a while trying not to panic

writing

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>>34308833

You lick your lips. it doesn’t help.

You’re feeling very warm. You reach out and grab a bottle next to you, randomly, and pick it up.

The girl frowns and says, “Are you sure about that…?”

You quickly set it down and reach for another on the same table and quickly pick out another one.

She says again, “I don’t...think…”

From her expression (and her words), you can tell that she really doesn’t know what to think. You take this opportunity to quickly walk to where her register is, and you hurriedly and impatiently pull out the small, dark grey card that you use to pay.

You wish you had cash.

You stand around, looking awkwardly everywhere but at her.

She grabs the small, unboxed glass container you grabbed and looks at it, and smells the nozzle.

She looks at you for a long time and says definitively, “I don’t think you’re the floral type.”

She walks out behind the counter and towards a white table with many shelves and counters on it and reaches up above her head and grabs a small blue box wrapped in a smoke colored ribbon.

She returns behind her counter and sets the box down and slides the ribbon off and takes off the lid. She pulls the bottle out from a bedding of shredded paper-lookalikes and pulls a long, thin strip of paper from a stack next to the register. She sprays the bottle once on the paper, and waves it in the air for a bit.

Oh...so that’s those are for.

She offers it to you with both hands.

You’re feeling very uncomfortable. Maybe you should leave. maybe you should have left a long time ago.

But there’s still the paper in the air.

>Take the test strip
>Run out
>Pay and leave quickly
>Spaghetti harder
>Other

>>34310175
>Take the test strip

>>34310175
take if

>>34310175
>Take the test strip

oh man, 3 people. I'm the prettiest girl at the party right now.

writing since there's activity and no need to wait.

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>>34310175

You take the strip with a single hand. Why did she use both?

You bring it to your nose slowly and suspiciously and sniff it quickly. Entirely new scents replace the ones that linger around the store and, for a moment, time stops as you try to parse them.

That’s...salt...salt water?

You’ve only been to the ocean once, a long, long time ago. It was sunny when you left for the beach but by the time you got there some clouds were in the sky, and you only had a hour or two before it started raining, hard, big, fat heavy drops coalesced around tin and aluminum particles that could scrape paint off cars and scratch skin if the wind was blowing too fast.

You looked up, towards the sky, even though your mother told you not to. You didn’t even close your eyes. You had never seen a rainbow like that before.

You touch a finger to your eyebrow. The doctor showed you the fine, silvery looking powder he pulled out of your face that afternoon. Your parents scolded you about how you could have seriously damaged your eyes.

You smell it again.
Your sister was there. She was so young back then. So were you. Your dad covered her with his jacket as they ran back into the car.

The tips of his ears were bleeding when they got in.

You just stood there, watching the clouds roll in from the east, over the water.

You had forgotten for so long.

You bring the paper so close its touching and breathe deep.

The smell of saltwater overwhelms you, transforming and giving way rapidly to scents you only barely recognize.

It doesn’t matter, though, because in this moment you’re a little girl looking up at the sky wondering why the rain is making your face hurt as a rainbow shimmered and moved beneath the steel sky.

You can’t see it, but the woman waits patiently, soundlessly, with her hands folded across her waist and hip.

>Maybe you should buy this one instead.
>Collapse into an emotionally exhausted heap
>Spaghetti harder
>Leave promptly
>Panic
>Other

>>34311103
>Maybe you should buy this one instead.

>>34311103
>Maybe you should buy this one instead.
this woman is good at her job, very good...

>>34311266
Between you and me, i make it all up as I go. I was expecting Michelle to go towards the jewelery (ear rings, maybe? That was my guess) or maybe towards the racks of the more casual clothes or something.

>>34311363
we'll head to casual clothes after this, we do kind of need something to cover how we smell

>>34311478
I'm not sure I follow...you're going to cover up wearing perfume by wearing clothes?

>>34311551
nah, was commenting on how Wendy always says we stink, so we needed perfume

with that sorted, we need actual clothes to wear so we stop living like a hobo

Anyways, writing in 5 or 10.

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>>34311103

Reality fades in from forwards to back, bringing color back into your world. You run a hand through your hair.

It’s not as greasy as it was even a few days ago.

The woman behind the counter says, “That was, um...unexpected. I’m sorry, I didn’t know. Usually your type prefers landscape type scents and you seemed more like a seawater than a waterfall or an ozone but that was going to be my second pick so I dec-”

She bows quickly, chopping at the air violently, “Sumimasen. That explanation was unnecessary. I hope whatever you felt was pleasant.”

You wave it away and say, “It’s fine,” and for the first time in a long time, it is.

“You could wear it everyday, buuttt….”

“But?” you reply, with some concern.

“It could become boring for you. Others, too, but it would be such a terrible waste for your memory to wither into an empty husk. The meaning of words is destroyed by repetition, and so is scent. Maybe you’d like to find another one or two, to rotate so nothing becomes stale.”

If you knew any better you’d say that not only is she hustling you, but she’s good at it too.

>Maybe you’re right…
>I’m not a big perfume wearer anyways
>Spaghetti harder
>Panic
>Other

>>34312081
>I’m not a big perfume wearer anyways
we're a simple gal, it will only be for special occasions

writing in about 10.

where'd the other two anons go?

>>34312572

I'm still here.

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>>34312081

“I’m not a big perfume wearer anyways…”

“Oh...I see.”

She looks disappointed, and repackages the perfume and waves a small wand over it and asks you to wave your card over a reader and says, a little forced and mechanically, “Spray once around your neck or collarbones. The scent should persist at least eight hours, less with heavy exercise.”

She puts the box and receipt into a small black and white paper bag and says, “Maido arigatou gozaimasu.”

Whatever…

You leave the way you came. Maybe they won’t stare.

>Go into another perfume store
>Check out the jewelery
>Walk around the first of the first floor
>Spaghetti harder
>Change floors
>Follow Wendy like a lost dog
>Other

>>34312917
>Check out the jewelery

>>34312917
>Other
go looking for casual clothes, wherever they are

writing in 5 to 10

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>>34312917

Umm…

hmm…

Jewelery or keep walking around this floor…

um-

What’s that buzzi- oh. your phone, that’s right.

You swipe a finger across it and bring it to your ear. “Hello?”

“I finished upstairs. Where did you go?”

“Wait...already?”

You weren’t in the perfume shop for that long, were you?

“What do you mean “already”?”

“Umm...nothing. I’m downstairs. I ended up buying some perfume…”

“Ay dios mio.”

“And now I don’t know if I want to look at jewelry or keep looking around the first floor…”

“Holy shit you are so not responsible enough for any of that. Go stand by the escalator, I’m coming down.”

>Okay.jpg
>Hang up, wander off (to?)
>Spaghetti harder
>Other

>>34313575
>>Okay.jpg

writing in 5. sorry that last post took, like, a hour.

not sure where the time went.

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>>34313575
“Okay…”

“Good. Don’t fucking move.”

She disconnects and the call morphs into a busy tone.

You hold your little bag in front of your waist as you wait by the escalator like you were told. A minute or two later she glides serenely down, looking as you left her.

Except for that slight scowl.

“What sort of awful, chemical warfare shit did you buy?”

You hold the bag out for her, which she swipes out of your hands. She pulls the box apart and gets the bottle out, and grabs some of the colorful, crinkled paper that came in the bag.

She sprays a small amount onto the paper, waves it for a second or two, and brings it to her nose.

You can barely see it it’s over so fast, but you saw something in Wendy’s eyes. She was somewhere else.

Wendy rubs her nose violently and says, “What the fuck?”

She begins reading the bottle and says, “Jesus Christ. Did you ask for this, Michelle?”

“N-No, why?”

Be cool, be cool, be cool…

“Did you even read what you bought?”

You shake your head no. “What’s there to read…”

“This, dipshit.”

She holds the bottle in front of your face and points a finger underneath where it says “Warning: Those with overactive or compromised immune responses should avoid usage of products containing nanites.”

“I don’t get it.”

“Of course you don’t. Mensa puta stupida…”

She rubs her face. “The nanites piggyback off of neurons activated by recognition of the scent. That’s why the memory is so strong and why it smells so good and why you can’t really tell any of the other scents apart.

You better be careful with this shit. You’re in fucking deep when you start doing this to people.”

She pulls the receipt out of the bag and barks a short, rough laugh.

“I bet you’ll learn your lesson when you see. Did you try at all, or did you just get hustled like a bitch?”

>-785.00 USD

>Ummm…
>Panic
>Spaghetti harder
>Collapse into emotional heap
>Other

>>34314229
>Ummm…
>Other
Moving on then, we need us some everyday clothes

>>34314258
writing in 5 or so.

looks like that other anon vanished :(

>>34314377
Probably EST. It's late for me and I roll PST.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EL_pBJN_O3M

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>>34314229

“...Umm.”

“Can we just move on?”

Wendy laughs like a bitch and says, “Sure, chica. Did you want to go blow your forty grand on a watch? Diamond ring?”

“I was thinking clothes. But, like...regular stuff, and whatever. Dresses are hard.”

Wendy makes a loud, disgusted sound and says, “If you think dresses are hard you’re going to get your shit kicked in by everything else.

I need to eat before I have to hold your hand through that. I can’t babysit you with low blood sugar.”

END SESSION

sorryf or the abrupt ending but it’s 2 am and I’m so tired right now.

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next thread next thursday starting around the same time most likely

questions/comments/etc will be answered in thread or on twitter as I see them/as able/whatever

thanks to everyone who participates in the threads and reads in the archives. we’re a team!

thread being archived.

>>34314529
Thanks for the thread OP, cya next time

>>34314562
l8s. thanks for playing

>>34314529
Thanks for running!

>>34314669
thanks for playing!

>>34314677
I went to bed before it started and got up just now so technically I didn't.

>>34314804
oh.

well.

then thanks for reading!