You are Michelle St. Claire.

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Income: ~2200/wk + bonuses
Expenses: 5500/mo lease
Captive money: 10k security deposit
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>SKILL POINT UNSPENT
>FIVE DAYS
>DO YOU LIKE HURTING PEOPLE?
>JACKET

>>40628755
>Set the table
Might as well.
Just about to go sleep but at least I got A vote in this time!

>>40628959
100% more votes than I've had in the entire month of June!

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>>40628755

You feel a strange feeling of energy and need wash over you. You sit and try to resist it until you recognize the old feeling as the desire to set the table.

It’s been a while.

You have plates and silverware now, but you don’t remember where each individual piece is supposed to go. You just drop a fork, knife, spoon, and napkin on each of the two plates that you set on the island. Good enough.

Would it be assuming too much if you put out a wine glass for Wendy? Maybe you should let her get it for herself, if she wants.

This feels safer.

You feel too anxious to sit, and instead pace restlessly in front of the television screen, flipping through all the stations available to it. Karan observes you from the ceiling, although she is uncharacteristically silent.

Karan lets Wendy in through the door to the garage, and she walks into the core of the house holding several paper-looking bags, though for some reason they’re glossy and reflect more light than they should. You can see three white bags with a yellow and red check on them..

“What’s up, dipshit?”

You frown as she heads over to the kitchen area. She frowns when she sees how you set the table. She doesn’t say anything, though.

She sets the white bags on the table and pulls out food. You guess it’s probably hers. She begins eating.

You walk over to join her.

>Eat in peace
>Say something
>Spaghetti harder
>Other

>>40630183
>Eat in peace

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>>40630183

You decide that you won’t go fish and maybe ruin it. She already seems sour she had to put the fork, knife, and spoon in their proper(?) places. She didn’t even start eating until she was satisfied her setting was correct.

You just tried not to make it obvious that you were watching her as she did.

You’re not sure if she bought it. Karan watched too, in her what you’ve come to describe as her usual fashion. She’s in the ceiling today, though. It makes you more uncomfortable than usual.

Since Wendy has already pulled what you’re assuming is all of her food out, you pull everything else out. She’s brought you two hamburgers each with two, albeit small and thin, patties. It has bright yellow cheese, but the lettuce looks a natural sort of green, and the tomatoes don’t have the usual plastic smell. There’s some sort of sauce that you don’t recognize, but you do recognize the tiny pieces of pickle in it.

You take a bite. There are pickles and onions you didn’t see before. Everything tastes real.

A pleasant surprise.

You eat, and enjoy, both in silence.

It feels nice.

There are two paper-plastic feeling containers with french fries. They’re not hot but still fairly warm. The cartons share the same visual motifs as the bags. They taste ok, until you see one of the small packets of iodized salt. Now they taste great.

Wendy wads up all the wrapping papers from the hamburgers and drops it into one of the containers, and then moves the entire thing into one of the bags.

She stands up and announces, “I’m going to survey the house. We’ll probably have to talk.”

You nod idly. She walks away and Karan splits an image of herself off and she follows Wendy whilst still watching you.

>Shove the rest of your food in your mouth and follow Wendy like a stray dog
>Enjoy your (real?) food
>Spaghetti harder
>Other

>>40632579
>Enjoy your (real?) food

>>40632687
sorry, went to eat. writing.

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>>40632579

Wendy will let you know if she needs you. Until then, you enjoy the fact that she did something nice for you.

You take small bites and chew thoroughly and generally stretch it out. You even peel the cheese off the waxed paper with your teeth. Wendy did that and it’d seemed strange, but now you get it. It’s delicious.

You let your legs swing beneath you, under the table and above the floor, and watch the water as you eat.

You feel at ease. For now, anyways. But you can enjoy the little things.

You let trouble (Wendy) find you instead of you going looking for it. It doesn’t take very long, but maybe a bit more than you expected.

Wendy shouts and you follow her voice. She’s down the hall, closer to where the garage is. She’s already staked out “her,” parts of the house, you guess. You suppose this distribution of space is adequate. You get the top floor, she has the bottom, and then the two of you share the large open floor plan kitchen/dining/living areas.

She stands in the hallway, looking very intently at the walls.

“Well?”

“...What?”

“Did you talk to the agent? Can I tear down walls?”

“Not yet…”

“Ugh. Pincha gringa. Will you?”

“S-sure…”

You pull out your phone and quickly message the agent through the number stored in your phone.

She replies almost instantly.

“She says, “Are you buying the house?”

“Ask her what list is.”

You feel uncomfortable but making Wendy mad is probably the choice between the two that makes life the worst for you. You do what she says.

“She says four million.”

Four million is a lot.

Wendy considers it for a second and then declares, as if there are more people than you, “I’ll think about.”

“O-okay… Why did you call me?”

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>>40634208

“To ask if I could take down walls. But also to say that this entire area is now mine.”

“O-okay…”

“Don’t use that bathroom. Or any of the other rooms. My maid will live in one until I decide where to put her permanently. I’ll probably need to use some garage space too, until I get rid of enough shit where it all fits inside.”

You shrug. Whatever, Wendy.

“And you’re paying the rent?”

“What’s it at?”

“Five and a half.”

“Fine. I’ll do two and a quarter.”

That was easy.

Wendy seems content to ignore you as she imagines her new life in a new house. You leave before she changes her mind.

You ate, you’re free of Wendy and Karan seems occupied with her own affairs and maybe Wendy.

>Find something to do, do it (like?)
>Do nothing
>Spaghetti harder
>Other

>>40634245
>Find something to do, do it (like?)
relax in our infinity pool or something and dream about having a pet killer whale in the lake

>>40634245

You have a strong desire to have a pool. You don’t know where you’d put it, though. You idly wonder how waterproof your arm is, although you already know the answer is “very,” because it’s obviously survived showering and bathing.

A pool might be cold anyways. The bathtub outside in the outdoor area is heated, and that makes it better. Wendy might not think to look for you there either, although Karan would probably snitch.

You don’t have a bathing suit. The alternative is worse, and so you decide to just wear in a short pair of shorts and some ragged old shirt. You can’t take that risk.

Karan could probably do it all remotely for you, but you don’t feel like asking her. Your towel, a giant sized beach towel bearing the name “Peregrine Systems,” your father got at some sort of company function. You’re not sure what or who Peregrine Systems were.

It has one big hole in it, and a few smaller ones, but you’ve had it forever and you’ll kill before you get rid of it. Your flipfops are new, though, and you walk barefoot across the cold tile floor until you’re outside so you don’t alert Wendy.

Karan watches you idly, with perhaps a small look of curiosity.

The control panel for the outdoor areas are actually multiple control panels in several convienent areas. Right next to the elevator that deposits you on the beach is one, and you set the tub to a warm, hottub like state. There’s already a towel bar and shoe rack installed by the tub, and another control panel is set into the masonry foundation that someone can use while actively using it.

That’s nice.

You stick your real hand in to guage the temperature and it feels satisfactory. You slide yourself along the glossy, smooth black mosaic tile and feel the jets shoot against your skin(synth-flesh).

You lean your head back and close your eyes. You wonder if there’s a way to make it smell like you’re near an ocean instead of a freshwater lake.

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>>40634947
Forgot the image.

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>>40634947

But without the weird and intense memories, like the perfume did(does?) to you.

Or maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to hide in the past. Then was better than now.

You dwell on a memory you forgot you had for the last few years.

>Do something
>Do nothing
>Spaghetti harder
>Other

>>40635010
>Do nothing

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>>40635010

You sink lower into the warm water and close your eyes and try to ignore the ringing in your ears and the pain in your head and think about that time on the beach the wind blew so strong the sand and aluminum and waste cut into your face and hurt your eyes.

You rub your face, mostly using your real hand. The other one makes you nervous.

You hold your breath and slide below the waterline, watching what’s left of your hair float and move in the water and currents in it.

The cotton of your shirt and shorts are heavy and pull you down. You should probably get some sort of swimwear, but..

You surface and fold your arms across your chest and slink low.

But you’d get out of Wendy and she’d be away from you, and that could be good.

Shopping with Wendy makes you cry a lot.

You consider your choices.

>Do something
>Do nothing
>Spaghetti harder
>Other

>>40635797
>Do something
ask Karan what kind of swimwear can she order and have delivered if shes capable of that

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>>40635797

“Karan.”

There’s...nothing.

“Karan?”

You frown. Is she ignoring you? Although...a sense of familiarity encounters you when you consider that maybe she’s unable to hear you. She might have even mentioned it herself that when you’re done here you’re out of her “sight.”

Your phone is right there, though, and you dial into the house.

“Michelle.”

“Karan.”

“Are you hiding, Michelle?”

“...Maybe.”

“I see.”

You shake your head. You didn’t call to get mocked.

“I need a bathing suit, Karan.”

“That sounds like a personal problem, Michelle.”

Ugh. You sigh. “I’m asking for your advice.”

“I see. I do not understand what you want from me.”

“Just...like… things delivered to me here at the house.”

“This is a good idea to you? I am disappointed, Jacket. I hope your talent at murder is more sophisticated than the judgement you are displaying here. Do you truly think that without trying on clothing you’ll be able to find one, or some, you like?”

“...Umm… Well… When you put it like that…”

>Eh, this idea is fine.
>Maybe I should go try them on…
>Spaghetti harder
>Other

>>40636170
>Maybe I should go try them on…

one of my cats made an awful mess in the hallway at nearly 2 AM. Post delayed.

Fumes from my carpet cleaner so bad I'm wearing the respirator I use for spraypainting/airbrushing.

>>40636652
cat a shit

killer whale a best

>>40636652
I hate that fucking cat so much. That was awful. As if I didn't clean enough after people and things at work, now I gotta do more at 2 goddamn AM.

One more post, possibly two, maybe three, then I'm hitting the sack. If the thread's around in the morning we'll turn this into a Giant Size Wetwork Idols.

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>>40636170

“Maybe I should go try some on…”

“Maybe you should.”

“Do they… cost a lot?”

“For you, no.”

“What’s that supposed to mean.”

“I can’t answer that while fulfilling my promise to be more polite.”

Well fuck you too.

“You have over thirty thousand dollars instantly available to you in your checking account.”

“That’s a lot of money.”

“Yes.”

“I can probably buy as many as I want.”

“I would venture so.”

“Where do I even go?”

“Shall I ask Wendy, or would you prefer that I perform a search and send you relevant results?”

>Consult with Wendy
>Let’s keep Wendy out of it
>Spaghetti harder
>Other

>>40636919
>Let’s keep Wendy out of it

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>>40636919

“Let’s keep Wendy out of it.”

“Yes, that makes sense. You are cowardly.”

You frown.

“I am collating a list of possible options. I have kept in mind your phobia of large crowds and general anxiety, however the “best,” retailers will be located in high traffic areas. At the top of the list are the boutiques located in malls. Down the list are those I found that occupy strip malls that, according to geotagging from social media, seem less popular.”

“Thank you…”

“You will have to decide for yourself. I will upload the list and their coordinates to your car and program the GPS. I would also advise that you dry off and change. You may as well properly wash yourself while you’re there, if you have supplies. I am unable to confirm visually.”

“Thanks.”

You end the call before she can keep talking.

At least you have half a plan, even if you need to decide what to do and in what order.

>Boutiques in megamalls
>Random stores in strip malls

>Get out, dry off, change
>Get your showering/bathing supplies

>Spaghetti harder
>Other

last post of the night. Going to bed shortly.

Thanks for playing, one friend anon. If the thread is still here in the morning I'll keep writing, otherwise thanks for playing first friend anon.

>>40637385
>Boutiques in megamalls
may as well get some good stuff
>Get your showering/bathing supplies

>>40637391
g'night OPFOR, I'll be heading to bed in a couple hours so if the thread dies in the night thanks for running.