You are Michelle St. Claire. You don’t like it when nothing happens.

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>>35435179
Oh hey, this is up.
>Sit in awkward silence

>>35435451
Yeah, and there doesn't seem to be a general to post the announcement in.

>>35435541
>>35429101
Looks up, my filter didn't catch it though.

>>35435582
Oh...duh. no wonder I didn't find it, it doesn't have the word general in the subject.

those cats gotta get down with the standardization.

>>35435179
>Conversate

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>>35435179
You want to say something but all that happens instead is your lower back contracts and gets tight and you sit on a bench watching skyler and Wendy ignore you as they talk.

If only you could be more like Wendy. You wonder what they’re talking about.

>Try to conversate again
>Spaghetti harder
>Continue sitting in uncomfortable silence
>Other

>>35436117
>Try to conversate again
Try veeeeery hard.

>>35436117
>Try to conversate again
Sure

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>>35436117

You try again, harder, forcing words out of your mouth but in your enthusiasm you forgot about content, and just end up saying very loudly,

“That’s right!”

Skyler and Wendy look at you, confused.

He says, “What’s right?”

You have no immediate answer.

Wendy says, “See what I have to fucking put up with?”

Skyler shrugs, and grabs the lapels of his jacket with his hands. “You could choose not to.”

How is he always so calm?

Wendy sneers at him viciously. “Feel free to let me know if you want to take one of the baby sitting shifts.”

Skyler looks at you, and then back to Wendy, and says, “Maybe I will.”

Wendy crosses her arms and leans against a row of lockers, watching.

He swings his head back down to you and says, “What are you doing today, Michelle?”

Umm.

>What ARE you doing today, Michelle?

>>35436711
At this point, it'd be out of character for Michelle to actually have plans.

>>35436711
>Stutter incomprehensibly, spaghetti

>>35436711
>I dunno.

>>35436711
>I, uh, nothing I guess.

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>>35436711

You try to respond but end up getting your tongue all twisted up and are reduced to stuttering and stammering uselessly.

You feel your face get warm and, behind you and out of sight, Wendy looks smug at Skyler.

You cover your face with the scarf around your neck, appreciating how it always seems to stay cool compared to you.

You really like it.

After a few seconds in shameful privacy you try again, this time very carefully planning your speech, you put your scarf down and say,

“I...uh...nothing. I don’t know.”

“You want to hang out? Like I said earlier I just got that new brick in if you want to try it with me.”

...Umm.

>Politely decline
>Decline
>Hesitantly accept
>Enthusiastically accept
>Spaghetti harder
>Other

>>35437555
>Politely decline
Yeeeeeeah I don't think we'll be doing that. Why don't you wanna do normal stuff like go shopping or watcha movie or whatever Skyler!

>>35437555
>Politely decline
No reason to judge Skylar for his recreational activities, but no reason to join him either.

>>35437555
>Decline

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>>35437555

“...I...umm…”

You grab at the corners of your scarf and continue, “No thank you…”

Skyler looks at you and you see in his eyes a great and heavy sadness.

“But everyone loves heroin…”

You cough anxiously, but Wendy ends talking over you, “Stop trying to get everyone hooked, junkie.”

His gaze slides towards the ground, unchanging.

“Can’t you just do something normal for once? You could say literally almost anything and it’d be a better idea than heroin.”

>Wendy pls no bully the Skyler
>She’s right, Skyler can’t just suggest heroin every single time
>Spaghetti harder
>Simmer in the expected awkward silence
>Other

>>35438115
>I-uh, I think heroin is fine i-if that's what you like but it's not great for a casual recreational group-activity...

>>35438115
>Wendy pls no bully the Skyler
>Spaghetti harder

>>35438115
>She’s right, Skyler can’t just suggest heroin every single time
Wendy's being a bitch, but she's got a point. You can't do heroin with people who don't do heroin.

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>>35438115

“>I-uh, I think heroin is fine i-if that's what you like but it's not great for, um...groups...and she’s right Skyler right you can’t just keep saying heroin.”

Wendy ceases looking smug because her upper lip curls back into something much more sinister and hungry looking.

You don’t like that look… You stumble over your words some more, unsettled.

“And Wendy please stop bullying Skyler…”

She flips you off with both hands.

You touch your hands together in your lap, “But I’m still not doing anything… Maybe something that’s not heroin?”

You try to smile, and for your effort the pair of them look...shocked, if slightly.

Wendy says, “I think that’s the longest string of words you’ve put together all week.”

Skyler looks more supportive.

>Suggest something yourself
>Let him think
>Spaghetti harder
>Other

>>35438806
>Let him think
If he doesn't come up with anything, let's suggest we all go out to watch a movie or bowl or whatever.

>>35438806
>Let him think

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>>35438806

You let him think and awkwardly thumb around on your phone. Wendy’s expression has softened from bloodthirsty to more like watching an interesting animal in a cage.

Skyler looks deep in thought. Lost, maybe? You know how that feels…

“I want to be somewhere dark. We could see something as long as it was quiet…”

Wendy says, “I didn’t want to see a movie anyways. What about one of the dances or plays? There’s always a few going on and we always have seats.”

Skyler nods and says, “A few new ones just got rotated in didn’t they? What about her, though?”

He motions at you in a not very subtle way.

Wendy says, “What about her?”

“You know…”

“She’s a big girl, she can make her own choice. Besides, it’s not my fault she’s an uncultured hick.”

Skyler frowns and says, “Be nice. She’s always polite to you.”

Wendy’s face pulls into some sort of frown and says, “Fine. It’s still not our job to cater to her.”

Skyler shrugs and says, “We’re going to go see a production. Are you coming?”

>Yes
>I don’t think that’s my thing…
>Spaghetti harder
>Other

>>35439525
>I don’t think that’s my thing…

honestly, we need more friends than these two toxic individuals.

>>35439525
>Yes

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>>35439525

“I don’t know….I don’t know if that’s really my thing…”

Skyler says, “You’ll like it. We promise.”

He looks, with a more pointed gaze than you thought he could do but in a way that’s different from how Wendy glares too, at her.

She forces a big smile and says, “We promise.”

“I don’t know…”

>Okay, I’ll go
>I’ll go with you guys next time
>Spaghetti harder
>Other

>Re-vote (tiebreaker, if you want to look at it that way) since this is sort of a big fork in the road.

>>35440204
>Okay, I’ll go

>>35440204
>Okay, I’ll go
We can always look for new friends later.

Also, gotta sleep, thanks for running!

>>35440279
Thanks for playing! See you next time.

also, fug. keep losing my trip.

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>>35440204

You were on the fence, and…whatever that feeling was in the pit of your stomach was making you feel uncomfortable around them, but now it’s gone.

Maybe.

“Okay, I’ll go.”

Skyler says, “Cool.”

He looks at Wendy and says, “Flip for it?”

Wendy nods, and Skyler reaches into a pocket on his coat and pulls something out. “Call it in the air.”

He flicks it up with his thumb and Wendy guesses, “Heads.”

Skyler catches it in his palm and slaps it against the back of his hand and moves it away.

He looks disappointed. “Heads.”

Wendy, though, looks pleased. “Yessss. You always pick weird shit.”

She pulls out her phone and very quickly begins swiping, tapping, and scrolling through it, and she’s that way for a minute or two.

“Ok, I figured out where we’re going. Black tie, meet in three hours in our usual parking lot. Skyler gets to drive because he lost and his car is the nicest for some reason.”

Skyler sighs and lets out a drawn out “Fine.”

You raise your arm in the air and both of them look at you, thoroughly confused.

“Why are you raising your arm?”

“I have a question.”

Neither are capable of responding, but both look deeply confused and a little upset.

“What’s “black tie”?”

Wendy sighs, “Wear the dress and the shoes that you spent like ten hours picking out. And don’t wear that fucking perfume you bought, use the one out of the Chanel box. And just...don’t do anything else except brush your hair. I don’t have all day to undo whatever sort of fantastic fucking mess you’d make with the lipstick and makeup.”

Skyler frowns at her again and says, “You always take it too far.”

Wendy sneers at him, again. “Whatever. Don’t be late.”

She grabs her bag and her heels go click-click-click-click against the hard floors.

Skyler says, “I better go too. I might have to get a shirt ironed.”

You look at him, “What’s black tie for men?”

>[1/2]

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>>35441113
“Tuxedo.”

Oooh. “You...own one?”

He shrugs, “Why wouldn’t I? The company has nice events sometimes. I gotta go, see you later.”

He slings a bag over his shoulder and chest and waves and walks out as well, leaving you in the ready room by yourself.

>Go home, start getting ready
>You have some time, go do something else
>Spaghetti harder
>Other

>>35441235

>Go home, start getting ready

Still here, just a bit busy. be writing soon.

>>35441235
>Go home, start getting ready
Michelle's gonna be so normal looking Wendy's gonna flip her shit.

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>>35441235

You should just probably go home. You wouldn’t want to be late.

It always seems like there’s a lot of traffic on the road but everything always seems to be moving fast. You let the car drive itself as you look out the windows again and watch everyone pass by you.

You wonder if their lives are better than yours.

Karan opens the gate and the garage for you, and the car parks itself neatly into the stall and shuts its own off.

She even welcomes you home once you step out of the garage and into the house proper.

“Good afternoon, Michelle.”

She floats into existence on the ceiling, looking down at you. “Heart rate and blood pressure monitors indicate that you are not in elevated states of alertness, and I see no indications of trauma....”

She stops speaking, as if considering these facts.

“I do not like that.”

She blips out of existence as quickly as she came into it. You just try to ignore it and pull your boots off, and carry them and yourself up the stairs to your room. You replace the boots back in the space you’ve assigned for them and quickly strip, throwing everything except your jacket and pants down into the hamper tucked away into the closet.

You shower slower than usual. “Conditioning,” your hair is adding a significant amount of time to the routine, but you do enjoy how soft and fragrant it makes it.

You towel off quickly and change into a pair of shorts and one of your grey tank tops. You check your phone and it indicates you still have about 110 minutes before you’re supposed to meet, which means you have 80 minutes before you need to leave. If it takes you twenty of those minutes to get dressed and as comfortable as you can be in your dress, then that’s still a hour left.

You could do something with a hour. Or you couldn’t.

>Engage in some activity
>Just set an alarm and go to sleep
>Panic about the formality of your afternoon/evening plans
>Talk to Karan, or call Wendy or Skyler
>Other

>>35443575
>Engage in some activity
watch some tv

>>35443759
Do we even have a tv? I forget. If we do though we should watch that shit.

bump?

>>35444989
Big update. Been writing constantly for the last hour it looks like. It's going up right now.

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>>35443575

You’ll try watching TV. You don’t know what’s on, and you certainly don’t watch anything regularly, but you flip through channels, watching a bit of everything, for the hour you had free. The alarm on your phone gently buzzes, set a reminder just in case, and you quickly high step up the stairs.

Thankfully you figured out most of the difficult parts of putting the dress on there at the store, so here and now you simply lower it to the ground and very carefully step into it, and then pull it up over your shoulders. The zipper is harder, and takes you nearly a minute of bending your arm in all sorts of way to get at it, but you finally, and slowly, pull it up to just over your shoulder blades.

You tug on it a few times to make sure it’s settled right. You’re not sure. Your arms feel exposed, and a little cold. You pull what hair you can into a ponytail, or at least back, with a black elastic band.

Wendy was a jerk about it, but she was probably right that you shouldn’t try to do any of the makeup by yourself tonight. You gently spray yourself with the perfume, though.

You look in the mirror and wonder how you would look with jewelry. Diamonds? You have lots of money left, plus whatever today paid.

You put on the new coat Wendy gave you yesterday and immediately feel much warmer, and...more decent. The hem of the dress is kind of short.

You don’t try to take the stairs in your heels and just grab them and return to the car, and set it to take you back to the office.

The sun is setting now, and all the shiny glass and steel of Echo City is reflecting in all sorts of colors, only some of which you know the names of.

>>35445071
You wonder if you’re beginning to like this city as the car drives itself. Quickly, or at least so it feels, you’re back in the parking structure. You take manual control as you loop slowly around, looking for Skyler and Wendy. The chrono on the center console says you’re a minute early, so they should be around here somewhere…

You end up doing most of the wide loop, passing by at least a dozen elevators, before you find Skyler standing by a black car. He’s wearing a black jacket and pants and his shirt is a very white white. He’s wearing a black bow tie too.

You don’t see Wendy, at least at a glance, and park quickly. Spaces are easier to find this late, and you quickly pull your shoes on and swing the door open, and carefully try to stand up.

You do so, and begin walking. Your pace is slower than usual, and your feet feel pinched and uncomfortable, but you do so without incident.

Skyler has his back to you, leaning against a door, and hears the tapping you’re making. He turns around as he says,

“Hey Michelle.”

“Hey Skyler.”

It’s warmer here in the lot than you thought, and you undo the buckle of the belt keeping your coat cinched around your waist and let it slide off your shoulders.

Skyler whistles that way men do around pretty girls and you feel your cheeks get flushed.

“You look good. That’s a nice dress.”

You do your best to stammer out a thanks and hope it transmitted.

As you turn away from skyler you see Wendy’s car doing the same loop you did, and you watch her park and walk across the lot. She’s wearing a black dress that ends just a little below her knees and black colored heels that show a lot of her feet.

She walks up to you and as she does you can see that her dress has some sort of silver running through it and greets Skyler and then proceeds to examine you.

“Hmm…”

“It’s not shit, I guess. Thank you for following my instructions.”

You make a small slightly.

>[2/3]

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>>35445089

“What’s the thing in your dress? That makes it shine like that.”

She smoothes out a portion of the fabric against her stomach so you can see it clearly and she says, “It’s platinum and silver.”

“They...can do that?”

“Obviously. It’s not hard. It gets stretched out so it’s very thin and then it gets woven in with the other fabric. It’s easy, and it looks good. Can we get going now?”

You shrug. You probably should.

Skyler opens the passenger door and the door behind it and leaves who sits where between you and Wendy as he walks around to the other side and gets in.

Wendy simply walks past you and into the front. At least there wasn’t a fight about it… She must know that you’re holding her coat, though, because she gets in she glances down at it quickly and smiles in a way that makes her look like people instead of just a killer.

Skyler turns the engine over and slowly pulls out of the lot.

>fucking typos. That's what I get for editing in the post box. "You smile slightly."

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>>35445180
Thanks for the thread, cya next time

>>35445243
Thanks for playing. Catch you next week.

>>35445180
Thanks for running!