Wendy leads you to a smaller sub-section of the first floor. There are a few registers open and a small line forming behind some velvet rope. Wendy steps in behind a woman in heels taller than the both of you and makes a face.At least it moves quickly. Wendy goes before you and remains stoic and ice blooded as she (doesn’t) respond to her total bill. You didn’t see all the numbers, but it sure looked like a lot. Wendy steps to the side slightly to make room for you.She says, “Just have it delivered to the house. I’m so not dragging around five boxes of shoes and two dresses.”You...guess...Here it comes.You inform the pretty, almond eyed and pale skinned girl behind the counter that you had a dress and shoes waiting and tell her that you wanted to have them delivered. She hands you a small form of thin paper and a pen. You have to check your phone to get the address and telephone number right.She takes it from you and places it somewhere out of sight as she finishes ringing up your total. You hand her your small, perforated card and try not to sob.>-8750.00 - Zoé de Paris dress, black>-1000.00 - Tailoring Services>-600.00 - Blahnik-Hermès shoes>-75.00 - Delivery Surcharge>-834 - 8% Sales Tax>--->11,259.00You take your receipt with no personally identifying information on it and leave a different way than you came. Wendy leads you as you feel numb and cold and stops in front of a big board. She leans in closer and her eyes move quickly back and forth as she reads.“I’m going to give you three choices for lunch and you’re going to pick one.”>Sushi>Hispanic>Continental European>Spaghetti (harder)>Other
You are Michelle St. Claire, and today your...third? or is it fourth? day on the job.Buying clothes is a lot of work. And expensive.Liquid: 30,544.9Income: ~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
>>34557042>HispanicSure.Nice to see you again, OP.
>>34557093thanks pal. sorry i flaked on thursday. New schedule is 100% exhausting, and by thursday I get snowballed by all the other days. Might move to Friday mornings like this so I can get a good sleep that Thursday night, but we'll see.
>>34557042>SushiFuck yeah sushi
>>34557042>>Spaghetti (harder) pun intended
writing in about 10 for any last votes/players to come in.
>>34557380belay that, I need to take a wicked shit. that'll proably take more than 10'.
>>34557424A great weight has been lifted. Writing.
>>34557641Hopefully we can get through dinner without spaghetti.
>>34557042“I want Hispanic. Whatever that is.”Wendy looks like she’s going to say something, instead she just makes eye contact and looks disgusted.You shrug.This just seems to be how things are now.She runs her finger over a list of names, “We’ll go to…”She pushes her lips together as she decides and says after a second or two, “We’ll go to Fidel’s. I haven’t been there in a while.”“What’s a “Fidel’s?” Wasn’t that a dictator?”“Okay, first, I don’t even know how you know that because A, you’re a stupid teenager, and B, it was like a bunch of decades ago and C, as far as I can tell you’re about as white gets without being one of those disgusting continental girls who looks like they’ve spent their whole lives underground. Second, Fidel was his first name. I don’t even know why I’m explaining this. If you want me to be your tutor you’re going to pay me for it, because, chica, eres loca que piensas que yo te enseño gratis.”She makes a long, involved hand gesture.“It’s a restaurant. You’ll eat it or go somewhere by yourself, because now I’m really in the mood for Fidel’s.”Well that...explained nothing. Why does she keep using Spanish(?). You’re not even sure that’s Spanish.Why don’t people just speak English?“Okay…”She leads you into the mall itself, which is a lot bigger than you thought it was on your way in. It’s tiered into four levels, with two more above you and one below. She leads you one up. There seem to be a lot of restaurants up here.>[1/2]
>>34558241“It says Mexico but it’s also pretty Cuban. Or...you know. Was Cuban. If Cuba still existed? Whatever. All that Carribbean League shit is too fucking complicated.”There doesn’t seem to be much of a crowd, but there’s also a lot of space that’s making it hard to tell. The restaurant has two floors, and you’re seated at a table down a narrow staircase, at a booth that looks like it’s made of real wood and a table that was probably real wood once upon a time.A waiter hands you a pair of menus and brings you each a short glass of ice water.Wendy flips through her menu with her free hand as she rests her chin in the palm of her other, propping herself up with her elbow on the table.You stare at it.>Pick something at random>Ask Wendy what something is>Make her order for you>Panic>Spaghetti harder>Other
>>34558260>Spaghetti harder>Make her order for you
>>34558260>Panic>Pick something at randomThe only way.
>>34558260>Panic>Spaghetti harder>Ask Wendy what something isExcept by something, we mean everything.
this thing about taking a bunch of shits this early in the morning is getting real old real fast. writing in 10.
>>34558260Oh no there’s too many choices and they’re all in Spanish and there aren’t any pictures at all. How are people even supposed to order like this?You flip through the menu over and over again.snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt. snikt.Wendy looks up from hers and says, “If you don’t stop that right now I will cut off your face and wear it like a mask.”snikt. You wonder if she’s done that before. Probably best to stop.“I don’t know what any of these are.”“Of course you d- Wait, what? How do you know what a burrito is?”“Oh… I don’t know what most of these are.”“If you want me to go through each and every item and tell you what it is you’re going to give up the master bedroom and master bathroom on the top floor. I’ll even be super nice to you while you make me want to kill myself when we continue shopping after we eat. Deal?”>Yes>No>Spaghetti harder>Panic>Other
>>34559294>Spaghetti harder>Grab a burrito
>>34559294>No>Ask if she has a personal recommendation
>>34559294>Don't really care>Also thats not possible Wendy, you silly>Just order me something thats not too spicy
writing in 10
>>34559294“How about….no. Also I don’t believe you.”Wendy pouts, but nods. She probably knows you’re right.“Can you just recommend something to me.”“You know what a burrito is, right?”“Then my recommendation is to just get one of those, because I am so over making decisions for you with no compensation. Just pick from the list. It’s not like it’d be any worse than the shit you had to eat on duty.”That seems likely.You close your eyes and run your finger over the “burrito,” section and it lands on...barbacoa.What’s a barbacoa? You feel your palms getting sweaty and you feel flush as you beg Wendy to explain what a barbacoa is.It actually sounds pretty delicious. Wendy orders a “sopes,” whatever that is, and a pitcher of “margarita,” whatever that is too. You get your burrito. Apparently it comes covered with a sauce and you eat it with a fork and knife.Whatever.The plastic pitcher filled with crushed ice and pink stuff arrives quickly with two glasses rimmed with...something. There’s also a basket of steaming corn chips and salsa.Wendy pours hers first and yours second.>Object>Just go with it. Maybe “margaritas,” are good.>Panic>Spaghetti harder>Other>Eat some chips
>>34560081>Just go with it. Maybe “margaritas,” are good.>Eat some chipsThis we can do
>>34560081>Just go with it. Maybe “margaritas,” are good.x2
>>34560081>Panic>Just go with it. Maybe “margaritas,” are good.
>>34560081It’s not good when Wendy drinks because then Wendy vomits all over everything and appears to have died but you’ll just go with it because maybe they’re good and Wendy probably wouldn’t drink until throwing up in a restaurant she likes right?Right?You smile to hide your discomfort. Wendy drinks it like water but maybe you’ll just try a sip.This isn’t wine!oh god that’s salty but then the drink pours into your mouth and all of a sudden it makes sense because the salt goes really well with the lime and the everything else. It kind of burns but not as bad as other alcohol you’ve had and you take another sip and you can feel it warming up your stomach even though you’re not cold.You help yourself to some of the chips. They’re warm and salty and you can feel crystals of salt on your lips from your “margarita,” and the chips.Wendy relaxes and loosens her shoulders a bit and leans against her booth.“Not bad, right?”>Not bad>Meh…>I don’t like it!>Spaghetti harder>Other
>>34560823Its good, better than wine.Inspect burrito and proceed to eat it in the most efficient manner
>>34560823>Not bad>Spaghetti harder"You're not gonna puke now are you?"
>>34560823“I like it. Not bad...maybe good? Better than wine. Maybe. You’re not gonna puke now are you?”“Oh fuck off…”“Just wanted to be sure…”“You’re a real bitch sometimes.”She looks...upset, but not in the way she usually does. Is this what she looks like when she’s actually upset?“...umm...soo..”“Your new dress looked pretty?”“Whatever, Michelle.”She stares into her wide, glass...glass and swirls it around while the two of you wait for your food.ummm…fuck.“So maybe we could...umm…”You don’t know what you could maybe do.You sit in silence for ten minutes until your food arrives, only noise the changing of baskets of chips and refilling of margarita glasses.Your plate is large and oval, made out of heavy ceramic. The burrito is bigger than you imagined and takes up most of the space. It’s covered in some sort of red sauce. A portion of beans with cheese are next to it as well as guacamole and sour cream.You smell it.Smells ok.You taste the sauce.Tastes ok.You’re not sure how to best eat it. Start at one end and work to the other, you suppose. Otherwise it might fall apart and that’d be bad.You get your fork and knife. The beef is hot but not too spicy.It’s good.Wendy eats her sopes, which you guess are things with meat and cheese and other stuff piled on it. That looks good too.>Attempt to conversate>Make it worse>Spaghetti harder>Panic>Just eat in silence, you’ve done enough already>Feel bad>Other
>>34561432>Attempt to conversate>Feel badI really appreciate you helping and shopping with me..
>>34561432>Feel bad>Apologize>Attempt to conversate
>>34561432You look down at the table and your hands and say quietly, “I’m sorry Wendy.”You feel your face get uncomfortably hot and you try to drink the margarita but it doesn’t help at all and in fact you’re feeling more flushed because the alcohol.You run a hand along the glass of ice water and pick up some of the condensation and wipe it across your cheekbones but it only helps a little bit.Wendy sulks, sliding deeper into her half of the booth and disappearing further under the table.“Whatever, Michelle. I just wish you’d stop being sorry and just not be a huge bitch.”Uo- “I -”…She’s right. You deflate and eat your food.It doesn’t taste as good as it did.“So…...Ummm…Have you decided if you’re going to move in?”Wendy makes a loud “ugh,” and says, “Really? That was your best idea?”You shrug.“Whatever. No, I haven’t decided yet. Still thinking about it.I don’t know if I like the house more than I dislike the thought of having to live with you. There’d be some rules.”You don’t like rules.“...like what?”She frowns and says, “I don’t know yet I haven’t made any of them up yet. But I’d definitely be tearing down some of the walls and re-designing that first floor.”“Oh…”“Well...I think it’d be nice. It’s kind of lonely and Karan is...weird. Sometimes she’s scary.”“”Scary”? Really? Ugh. How old are you…”“Come on, you just made me feel like shit and now you’re doing it to me…?”>[1/2]
>>34562814Wendy processes this for a second as she takes another drink.“...Fuck. Shit. I’m sorry, Michelle. Okay? Sorry. Jesus…Look okay, I’ll think about it. I just don’t know how much I could get for my house if I sold and if I want to finance again to buy half the house or whatever. Okay? There’s a lot to it. Are we equal owners? Do I sublet half of it from you? Have you even thought about that kind of stuff?”...Ummm.>Yes! I have! Look! (Better make something up)>Ummm….>What’s a “sublet”?>Spaghetti harder>Other>sorry for the really long delay/post time. some other stuff going on.
>>34562853>Ummm….>Well I figured I should discuss it with you first...
>>34562853>Ummm….>What’s a “sublet”?Post-time is fine, don't worry.
had to get the grill ready for cooking later today.writing in about 5.
>>34562853“...Ummm…I thought we should talk about it first? Also, what’s a sublet?”Wendy rubs her face with both hands and says, “I don’t know what I did to deserve punishment like you. Ok, let’s just…”She sighs and helps herself to a big gulp, “Did you want to pay the full price and be the only one listed on the deed, or did you want to split the cost with me fifty-fifty and my name is on the deed too? But if I pay half sure as shit I’m going to use my half of the space and decorate and do whatever I want. Orrrr...I guess I could see how much the property manager wants and if I wanted to do that I could rent the space to you. But that would be a couple million and my house isn’t worth anything near that and I don’t want to do that in the first place because being a landlord is sooooo tedious so I’m basically just telling you all the options so you can make a poorly informed decision, since that’s just what you do.”“Oh. Umm…”>I want to own all of it, and I’ll rent or lease to you>I want to partner>Are you sure you don’t want to own the house...it’s so nice…>Spaghetti harder>Other
>>34563716>I want to partner>But if I'm doing the administrative work I'll want some perks.Fucking 4chan has been giving me connection errors the past 5 minutes...
>>34563716>I want to own all of it, and I’ll rent or lease to you
>>34563806I had some problems with cloudflare trying to start the thread this morning.It's been stupid today.And now it's happening to me too. Like 5-10+' now.
>>34563716>Ask whether she'd prefer to partner or rentMight as well do what she prefers.And yeah, 4chan is being a shit
>>34563975I was stuck on voting for 15 minutes, and now 5 so far with this reply. I gotta turn in anyway, but not the best questing environment
>>34563975>>34563975Jesus merciful Christ, thirty fucking minutes.Ha ha, just kidding. Happening again.>>34564020Terrible environment.Moot please fix.
>>34564070I think we're clear. Writing.
>>34564134I'm gone too, thanks for running. Hope you still have players around.
>>34564178>>34564020o rite. Peace out. Catch you next time. Thanks for playing!I think we're in the historical dead zone. Might call it after this post, we've been doing this for a while now.
>>34564237Update: Apparently I'm in charge of cooking the steaks again, so this post will be the last.Sorry if it feels short. I'll spend this week thinking about how to schedule us so we can get 8+ hours together.
>>34563716“Umm...part of me says I want to buy it but that’d cost a lot of money and then I could get shot in the face again so maybe that doesn’t make the most sense. What do you want to do? You know…”“What I want to do? Hmm…”She thinks about it, looking into the bottom of her glass but in a different way from earlier. More thoughtful. Less wounded?“I need to know how much my total investment is if I want to partner, but that’s the way I’d go. Renting or leasing would be...unsatisfying.”You grin, the lips pulling back on your not-so-white teeth.“First, eww. Go to a clinic, you’re insured through work. Second, knock that shit off, I haven’t said yes yet. I need to think about it and then we need to have a talk about just what half and half means.”You keep grinning.The burrito has its flavor back.----Session end!Sorry for it being short (or at least feeling short) today but Labor Day dinner and everything is more important, even if I wanna keep writing.Next thread Friday, probably, but possibly the weekend. We’ll see. I like this new early morning thing since it helps me maintain my schedule on off days. I also can’t really physically keep myself awake after 1 or 2 AM local time anymore as well, so these early day threads will probably be the norm for the next 14 weeks or so.Normally when I say questions/comments/etc are welcome it’s usually me being polite since at 3 AM I have little left to give, but since it’s so early we’ll actually have time for anything anyone wants to discuss or ask or whatever.follow me on twitter @wetworkidols to stay up to date on my situation, what’s going on, and the quest.And, as always, thanks to everyone who plays in the threads or reads in the archives. There’s no me without you.
>>34564566Thanks for running. Pity about the interruptions this time, but what can ya do.
>>34564585All things considered, the fact that there's only an ocassional outage or break in posting is pretty remarkable.Could be a lot worse.Could be in Iraq. Could be in Syria. Could be a Ukranian hearing that Putin could take Ukraine in two weeks if he wanted to.
>>34564566I nearly forgot. Thread is archived!