Welp, time to commit a little murder, in exchange for free cake.

>>2353088
I don't know does Paula count as christmas cake?

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There's a grew lull in activity as Carol, Yukino and yourself round out the hill towards the Bonsai Garden. Yukino had been so eager to get started that you truly wondered if the girl had understood what you had told her back in the apartment room. Yet now, she was following Carol's example of keeping a low profile as you all made your way through the Asian styled entrance. Perhaps it was the quiet, stillness of the rocky path or some small sense of wonder that made this little girl slow her roll.

"Stay behind me, close," you say, as you pull the X-gun from your hip holster and raise it to your side, "And be on the look out for any movement. Whatever this thing is, it's interfering with the scanner and we probably don't want to get caught out."

"I'm not a child you know," Carol states, pulling out her own X-gun and making a line to your side, "you're better off having two sets of eyes. If anything, Yukino should be taking the rear here since she doesn't a weapon."

"The big laser took me in before I could get one," Yukino replies, looking around with her hands over her eyes like a visor, "They looked really cool though. Don't worry, I'll let you know if I see anything back here!"

You sigh in defeat, knowing this won't go anywhere if you argue your point. You motion to Carol to your side, she moves closer with a smile, and you all start heading deeper into the exhibit.

<>

The pebbled pathways and the rocky, yet lush, surrounding make your cautious walk a little more calm as you make your way further in. Yukino had been surprisingly quiet inside the exhibit, yet you now noticed why. Wherever there were signs or plates detailing each of the different bonsai variants in the garden, she was always giving them a second glance, with her eyes slowly capturing the descriptions and information therein.

This was contrasted by Carol's own look of surprising apprehension at this place. She looked determined as you, yet you could tell that bit of frailty of mind remained with her from the previous mission. It was certainly there when she looked around a corner or near a large rock or plant.

'They couldn't be more different,' you think, moving towards a sharp corner on the garden hall's pathway, 'Reminds me of when I was a little younger as well...'

Your thoughts stop as a pungent odor reaches your nostrils. It's a sharp, harsh smell that's almost like laundry detergent or heavy perfume masking over a chili dinner. You motion the girls to stop to reassess your current plan.

>Turn back, and make for the entrance
>Go onwards, you move forward and keep them hidden
>Move out, have Carol cover your sides but keep them close
>Write in

OOC: Sorry for the late reply, internet just came back.

>>2353106
>>Move out, have Carol cover your sides but keep them close

>>2353106
Oh I get we are Paula.
>Move out, have Carol cover your sides but keep them close

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>>2353109
>>2353115

"Cover your nose and mouth and stick close," you command with a series whisper, "Carol, to my side and if anything happens, take Yukino and find the others."

"Alright...but...", Carol starts, moving closer and then catching a look of slight scorn from you, "We can't just leave you..."

"Nothing's gonna happen if you stay focused," you say, slightly more sternly than you may have wanted, "Now, to my side and stick close. I get the feeling that smell is gonna we worse the closer we get to it."

Carol and Yukino nod in agreement, with Carol looking a little more worried about the situation now. After they're in position, you take a breath before starting down the path again, with that smell getting worse as you proceed down the corridor. The others are equally distressed and revolted by it as you head deeper, with Yukino seeming to gag slightly at the air and Carol swaying her gun slightly from how strong the smell is becoming.

As three of you head into the main bonsai display, your vision starts getting cloudier and hazier, though not from the smell itself. The pathway itself leads you three towards what you can only see as a cloud of yellow and white mist beginning to cover parts of the exhibit, which is made all the more worse by the low light visibility of the night.

Proceeding through here is going to be next to impossible, even if your sense weren't getting dulled. You turn to tell the others that maybe you should take an alternate route, but you can't find them anywhere nearby. There's a slight panic as you almost shout their names, yet your common sense tells you to retrace your steps back.

After you exit the cloud back, you find them slumped against one of the pathway's arches, each heaving a little bit for air. You would do the same, yet there's still the issue of how to proceed and keeping these two safe.

>Stay behind, and wait out for the others
>Search, have one of them look for the other groups
>Keep forward, keep Carol on watch over Yukino while you ford the mist
>Write in

>>2353140
>>Stay behind, and wait out for the others

>>2353140
>Stay behind, and wait out for the others

>>2353140
>Stay behind, and wait out for the others

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>>2353143
>>2353151
>>2353153

Your vision of the two becomes hazy, they're looking at you as if you're speaking to them yet the words don't really leave your mouth coherently.

"A-alrrrrrrrrrrigggggggihidhhjkgt girls, lll-ets'sssssss'''...s.stayyy.ys*$&((**@ *@*@*'""

The environment and your surroundings begin to distort in a colorful display of blinking lights and swirling patterns. Your sight is moving without your head, and an unrecognizable pattern of words begins to leave the area where the girls once stood. Then, your vision leaves you, as do the sounds you hear from where the girls once stood. Not long after your sense close off, so does your mind.

<>

<April 16th, Monday 7:00 AM>

You snap awake in a slight fuss. There's a slight pain in your head, and a few beads of sweat are coming from your brows as you sit under your covers. Your hands go to caress the afflicted areas and you take a look at your surroundings to confirm that you're in your room.

One look at the slightly disheveled clothes on the floor and the empty cans of diet Coke tells you that you're indeed home. It's not however until you look to the side of your bed that you spot a shapely lump under the covers along your wall. Paula's naked body is facing you, with her arms stretched out to your side, yet she remains asleep.

'I'm not still dreaming right?'

You look around your apartment room again, and sure enough see a pair of panties lined alongside your own underwear along the bottom edge of your bed. Paula's own muffled groans stir to your side, and you begin to remember what had happened that night. You had stopped to CVS on the way back, you arrived home and then...

>Passionately, made love
>Wildly, had sex
>Carefully, enjoyed yourselves

>>2353193
>>Wildly, had sex
Happy to be alive sex

>>2353193
>Passionately, made love

>>2353143
>>2353151
>>2353153
You know, maybe it would be best not to wait around the weird confusing mist.

I'm glad you went with Ceg for the art. Those op pictures are really nice looking.

>>2353196
I feel it was “we been through some shit, we need each other right now” sex.

>>2353193
>Passionately, made love
Anyone wonder what this choice will mean?

>>2353207
That sounds like the first option to me

>>2353193

>Passionately, made love

>>2353216
Degrees of emocional and investment and how careful are we with the condons.

>>2353193
>Passionately, made love

>>2353193
>Passionately, made love

>>2353216
All i know is that picking wildly had sex means we will be doing the Kurono and Sei sex scene.

>>2353243
That reminds that I have to watch Gantz abridged again

This >>2353196
>Wildly, had sex

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>>2353240
>>2353242
>>2353222
>>2353199
>>2353216

+1 WIL

<Last Night>

"Watch your step, it's a little cramped in here," you told Paula, as you opened the door to let her in first.

You were both a little wet from the rain outside, as it had yet to stop since you had arrived back from Yukino's home, so you could still hear a bit of the splash in Paula's shoes as she took them off after coming in. You moved in, alongside her, closing the door as you went to take your own shoes off.

"Didn't tell me you were living so close to Chinatown," Paula says, moving forward and looking around your room, "Maybe we should stop for some fried rice there sometime, there's this nice little place by one of the bus stops that makes some of best in the city."

As you head inside the room itself, you notice that Paula's curious gaze quickly falls on your window. She's quickly parting the curtains to get a better look outside, and sees an all too familiar sight to you. It's a brick wall, standing next to one of the other apartment sites beside your own. It stood there to remind of you how far you'd managed to get, and how little it may have ultimately mattered. You can't see it, but you sense a very downcast gaze growing on her face. This is only made worse as you hear her sobbing a little.

"Hey Paula, are you ok?", you say, moving closer to her, "I get I'm not on a good financial end, but it's not as bad as..."

She turns to look at you, and you see that her tears are beginning to line up her face. The downcast expression is there, yet you almost see a part of her lips being bitten into, as if she's trying to hold any more of herself back.

"I never knew," she says to you, moving closer, "you were living like this Erick. Night after night...I thought you might have been better off than me even...but..."

You can hear hear voice break a little as she says this. Is she taking pity on you?

"I can't bear to see someone as good as you in a place as sad as this, not after tonight...so...please let me help you, ok...?"

"What are you...", you start before she pulls you in for a deep kiss. You're almost gasping for air, taken by surprise, before you return it back in kind. You don't know how long you both stood there, before Paula pulled you the bedside.

That night, you were both tired, cold and melancholic after Gantz's ordeal, yet for a few hours, you at least had each other.

<Today>

It was supposed to be a good memory, a nice piece of your mind that would be treasured between the two of you. Yet, you couldn't recall much more before your own mind became disheveled like your room. You couldn't really say, but you felt like there was something keeping you from it...

Paula's own groans and stirring shake you from the recall. Perhaps it's time to...

>Wake her up
>Let her wake up on her own
>Make a quick text, (Specify)
>Write In

>>2353203
OOC: The man is good at his craft and I wouldn't have it any other way.

>>2353263
>Let her wake up on her own
Watch her in none creepy way

>>2353263
>Let her wake up on her own

>>2353263
>>Let her wake up on her own
Go and make breakfast

>>2353263
>Write In: "Check the time depending of the time we may need to wake her up. Yesterday was sunday so today must be monday? She needs to go to the police and get her badge back."

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>>2353270
>>2353271
>>2353272
>>2353280

There is a serene calm to the way Paula sleeps. How her breathing matches the rise of of her chest slightly above the covers, and how her hair isn't as disheveled as your own following the night's tryst. You taken in the sight for a few moments before decides to ease your way out of bed, as to not disturb her.

Your bare feet touch the ground and you start looking near your bed for that underwear. Boxer briefs, in a generic gray color, makes your lower body decent as you head towards the fridge. There's still enough orange juice and milk to see if you can't whip yourselves up something for the morning. You also spot a bit of sausage and eggs remaining.

'Guess it's standard faire for this morning.'

You go to start up the stove when you spot something very familiar on the kitchen table. It's the note you were issued yesterday, as the FBI's logo and signature clearly remind you. Before you can think of what to do with it, a slight shuffling of sheets takes your attention towards your bed. Paula's sitting half awake in your bed, naked and making a cute yawn as she's looking around to find you. Given the compactness of the apartment, it only takes a second for her to home in.

"Good morning, you making breakfast there big guy...?", Paula states, before she trails off looking at you, "You're looking a little scared there Erick, what's wrong?"

"I forgot all about it honestly," you state, holding up the paper with a worried smile, "The FBI and all that. It almost feels like-"

"FBI? Oh shit," Paula interrupts, quickly moves from your bed, not even caring if she's naked, to look for for her clothes, "We got to get to the station right now. What time is it? Fuck it, don't say anything, we're probably late already."

"Wait what about the...", you start before Paula puts a finger to your lips. She's made it to her underwear and bra, but the sight is still a little surreal to you.

"I need to get my badge back first," Paula explains, looking at you intently, "these people probably aren't gonna listen to a civilian anyways. Come on, we're losing time already."

Paula's already to her pants as you go to put away your ingredients.

'Looks like breakfast will have to wait...'

There's still other unfinished business on your end though...

(CHOOSE THREE)

>Kurtis, get the dog tags to his officer
>Carol, make sure she's alright after the incident last night
>Yukino, get her contact info and talk to her father
>Tanjeet, get his contact info and try to get him to come to one of the sessions
>Dante, meet him and talk to his stepfather, maybe he can help with the FBI issue.
>Write in

>>2353303
>Kurtis, get the dog tags to his officer
Seemed like a good lad but I don't know if he's worth rezzing.

>>2353303
>Carol, make sure she's alright after the incident last night

>>2353308
>>2353311
OOC: Choose 3 guys, you're essentially make the schedule for today with the current scenarios I have lined up.

Though be sure to include your own in a write in, and maybe it'll get in if people vote on it.

>>2353303
>>2353313
>Yukino, get her contact info and talk to her father
>Kurtis, get the dog tags to his officer
>Dante, meet him and talk to his stepfather, maybe he can help with the FBI issue.

>>2353313
Oh, in that case:
>Kurtis, get the dog tags to his officer
>Carol, make sure she's alright after the incident last night
>Tanjeet, get his contact info and try to get him to come to one of the sessions
>Write-in
Start looking for a new job. I don't really know what we're qualified to do, but we should probably quit our job at WalMart. Demands a whole hell of a lot of time. Something freelance would be ideal.

>>2353303
>Carol
>Tanjee
>Kurtis

>>2353318
If we could publish short stories based on our missions for gantz in literary magazines we could probably nab a couple hundred a week once things got rolling

>>2353303
>Kurtis
>Yukino
>Dante

>>2353318
Replace Carol with Yukino, and I'll support.

>Start looking for a new job.

Hmm, this sounds like a good idea. Think Paula could help us out with this?

>>2353316
>>2353318
>>2353323
>>2353324
>>2353327
>>2353329
OOC: Kurtis is pretty unanimous here so we'll have that one move on to the final list.

2 way tie between Yukino and Tanjeet for second, so I think we'll go with this for now:

>Kurtis, get the dog tags to his officer
>Yukino, get her contact info and talk to her father
>Tanjeet, get his contact info and try to get him to come to one of the sessions

Writing.

As for the new job suggestion, would you guys mind if that if I move that to an action we take during the week along with today?

>>2353347
Sounds like a plan, and nah I kinda figured it would be a week-long rather than one day thing.

>>2353303
>>Yukino, get her contact info and talk to her father
>>Tanjeet, get his contact info and try to get him to come to one of the sessions
>>Dante, meet him and talk to his stepfather, maybe he can help with the FBI issue.
This 3

>>2353347
Yukino then
>>2353367

>>2353347
I'm okay with this.

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>>2353347
>>2353358
>>2353377

<April 16th, Monday 7:40 AM>

"When did you needed to be there exactly?", you say with a slight worry in your voice as you make your way to the police HQ. The amount of traffic this morning, coupled with the slight anxiety over the notice, was only making your driving and mindset a little more shaken.

"About 45 minutes ago," Paula states, putting her phone back in her pocket and taking a small sigh, "just keep your eyes on the road Erick. The sooner we get there, the closer we'll get to resolving two of these issues."

"Are they gonna place you on assignment after you get it back," you reply, stopping at a red light, "because, it's not gonna make training sessions any easier if they have you back on a schedule."

"They won't do it immediately," Paula replies back, as the light turns green and you push onward, "but it will be more difficult to come to the sessions. Don't worry Erick, I'll practice on my own time, so don't think about me getting rusty."

"Alright, but what about the station itself," you state, making a curve towards the street that runs straight to the headquarters, "I figure you want me to drop you off, but what after then?"

"After that, get some breakfast, and meet me near the front doors of the station," she says, smiling at you, a bit of the edge gone from her voice, "This is between me and them Erick, so don't worry too much for a bit."

She places her left hand on your right, and you feel that familiar reassurance from her. You take note of her words and continue making your way towards the station.

<April 16th, Monday 8:20 AM>

You find a small parking space near a waffle-house a block down the station itself and put your car on the meter. You dropped Paula off near the front to make sure she doesn't lose more time as per her instructions, and you're heading to get something to eat.

The indoor decor of the restaurant looks rustic and quaint, yet nostalgic of similar restaurants you've been to in DC. You head to the counter and order your meal.

>Coffee, Pancakes and sausage
>OJ, Waffles and some briskets
>Earl Grey, Toast and bacon
>Write in

>>2353392
>Coffee, OJ, French Toast, side of fruit, side of bacon.
Step up yo breakfast game knigga.

>>2353392
>OJ, eggs and bacon

>>2353392
3 bagels and orange juice

Now i know why the opening picture is bothering me. Yukino looks a lot like Eileen from NBS.

>>2353392

I will support this >>2353402 so we can move on with the quest.

>>2353421
Thanks senpai. Also if we have hundreds a couple extra bucks on breakfast shouldn't hurt too bad.

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>>2353412
>>2353395
>>2353402
>>2353405

You look over the selection wondering what you should choose. There's quite a bit of a selection here in spite of the name on the front implying it to be just a waffle-house.

'Coffee and French Toast, or maybe some OJ some bacon and eggs. Hmm...haven't had a good bagel in a while now that I think abo-'

"I'll take the French Toast, with two eggs and bacon, scrambled please!," a voice in front of you says excitedly to the register, "And I'll take a thing of orange juice with that. Thank you very much."

There's a moment of confusion as you realize that someone not only took your spot at the front, but managed to order something before you. There's a growing vein of frustration in your head, and take a step forward to the young white lady that took your place.

"Didn't your parents teach you it's rude to take someone's spot in line?," you say to her as she turns around and you stop for a moment, "Wait a minute...don't I know you from somewhere?"

"Huh? You're gonna have to refresh my memory," she states, looking quizzically at you, handing the register her credit card, "Wait...are you that jogger I hit on a couple of days ago?"

You recall it a little bit. It was the day after your big shift on Friday, when had gone out to prepare yourself for Dante's training. What was her name again?

>Callie
>Allie
>Allison
>Ask...?
>Write in

>>2353425
Caroline?

>>2353425
>Allie

>>2353425
>You're gonna have to remind me of your name.

>>2353428
>>2353433
>>2353445
OOC: I'll give you guys 5 min to decide, as the previous post has taught me that perhaps I should start giving you guys a 5 minute timer before we start moving on.

>>2353428
I'll back Caroline

>>2353425

This>>2353428

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>>2353477
>>2353428
>>2353453
>>2353433
>>2353454

"Caroline...right?", you warily say, before the girl raises her eyebrows at you. The register gives her card back to her, and she steps to the side. She looks a little annoyed at you, and you realize that perhaps that wasn't her name.

"It's Allie, mister," she says, looking at you wish some incredulous eyes, "But I couldn't remember your name either so, I guess it's fair game. Though, you look like that guy in the hoodie from a couple of weeks ago..."

"It's not me, and don't say that so loudly so the whole place can hear you," you reply back, looking back at the register and getting your order of OJ, eggs and bacon, "I'm honestly kind of sick of thinking about that."

"Why's that, it's not like you've been there or been involved with it," she says, with a joking smile, "Did you know someone at the explosion or are you just naturally curious?"

There's a slight pause at your own thoughts before you reply.

'Who is this girl?', your thoughts begin swarming in to a few theories, 'Is the appearance what she's focusing on or is there something else she knows about the explosion as well? She couldn't possibly be working wi-'

"Tell you what," she says, moving a little closer, "your breakfast is on me, if you indulge my curiosity for a bit. Even if you weren't there, it'll make for good conversation in the morning rush."

>Take the offer
>Don't take the offer
>Write in

>>2353483
>>Take the offer
FREE FOOD?????

>>2353483
>Are you in the FBI?

>>2353483
>Don't take the offer

She is a reporter or a detective. whatever is the case i don't want to know.

>>2353483
>Write in
>“Maybe another time.”
Something is wrong here and it’s awfully suspicious. But cutting her off completely feels like a bad idea.

>>2353490
Nah she is a reporter. Remeber the media in front of the station? Most likely she works with/for a tv channel.

>>2353486
>>2353490
>>2353493
>>2353501
OOC: I'll give you guys 5 min to decide on this one.

>>2353493
>reporter or a detective
This most likely or maybe homeland security, another reason not to tell no completely, since she will come looking from another angle we don’t be expecting.

>>2353508
If she start to dig to much into it Gamtz will get her. Gantz always get the meddlers in the end. Also if we start talking to her and don't manage to make her scramp she will most likely end up dead.

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>>2353493
>>2353501

"Sorry, I'll have to decline unfortunately," you state, and she furrows her brows at you slightly, "Maybe another time, if you're in the area."

"No, that's perfectly fine," she replies, a little saddened by your choice, but then you feel her slip something into your jacket pocket, "But, let's keep in touch if you're available and I remain curious. Hey crew chief! Make that meal to go, I need to head out of here in a bit!"

Her shouts are heard by the kitchen staff and the tallest of them nods in acknowledgement. You see her take a table near the front, most likely to pick up her food and go. She's no longer looking at you as you go to pay for your food. As you head out to your table, you see her food arrive at the register, and she leaves almost immediately.

You don't see much of her after that but you do take a look at the thing she slipped to your pocket. It's a white, double sided business card that carries the name: Allie Pierce along with her phone number and her email address on the back. At the very top, in big black letters it reads: Photo Journalist.

<April 16th, Monday 8:30 AM>

Total Spending Money: $237 for the month.

You head out to your car after finishing your meal and
thinking about that woman you just met. You pay the meter fee think on what do next. Paula mentioned it would take a couple of hours before she could be reinstated, so you have an hour or so left before it's time.

>Look up, information regarding the reporter
>Call someone, (Specify)
>Head to the Police HQ, and wait for Paula the remainder of the time
>Write in

>>2353549
>Look up, information regarding the reporter

>>2353549
>>Look up, information regarding the reporter

>>2353549
>Look up, information regarding the reporter
>Call someone, (Carol)

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>>2353581
>>2353551
>>2353555

<April 16th, Monday 9:30 AM>

You've been paging through what seems like 20 directories and search screens looking for any information about this photojournalist, yet for the last hour you've yet to bring up anything on her. Her email is real enough, as it's listed under one of the google directories you've looked through, but you don't really seem much of anything else. The email itself didn't have a time or date of creation, though you imagine this is probably as a result of Google becoming cautious with their information policy.

You eventually put your phone away in defeat, or rather momentary retreat. Whoever this woman is, there's certainly a lot of mystery to her if she's a reporter or any sort of journalist. This could also mean that whatever that bump was during your jog, probably wasn't as incidental as you thought. You imagine her information isn't part of a public record or easy to dig up if she's a private enterprise, but then again...

'Don't reporters usually want to be found?'

You decide to dwell on it later you head over to the station, and begin to think on other issues you may not have time for today. You pull up your phone again, as you reach the station and park yourself near the front. You dial Carol's number, and hear a couple of tones before she finally answers on the third.

"Erick, you're lucky I'm in homeroom right now," you hear Carol speak, hushedly over the line, "What do you want?"

>WRITE IN

>>2353595
Just want to check how are you feeling after yesterday

>>2353595
I can you another time. I was just trying to check and see if you are alright.

>>2353599
Ditto

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>>2353619
>>2353599
>>2353612

"I can call you another time," you let her know, looking over to the police HQ entrance to see if Paula's heading out, "Just wanted to check how you're feeling after yesterday, to see if you're alright and all."

There's some background noise of what you can only guess are her classmates, probably nagging and teasing her about who she's on the phone with. Carol just ignores them and speaks up when they're not as loud.

"I'm fine, just...", she replies with some effort, and you then hear a bell in the background, "shit, I'll talk to you later. Just come with Paula the next time you want to talk, alright?"

She hangs up the phone abruptly after that comment. You're somewhat taken aback by her almost dismissing response, but you sensed a bit of concern in her voice as well. You don't imagine trauma like that going away with just one talk session, but that's not going to stop you or Paula from trying to help her through this.

<April 16th, Monday 10:00 AM>

You spot Paula coming up one of the sides of the police headquarter,s a few feet from the main office. She's got a black dufflebag, and a serious look on her face as she makes her way to you. Paula signals to you to open the back, which you comply and she subsequently stuffs the large dufflebag inside. Soon enough, she makes her way inside.

"In their infinite wisdom, the upper brass of the Washington Metropolitan Police Department has decided to give me a chaperone for a few weeks," she states with an very annoyed tone while putting on her seat-belt, "I'm good, but they still want to keep an eye out on me and issued me a partner on my routes."

She takes a deep sigh as you head out of the station's front.

"I trust breakfast went a bit better?"

>Tell her about the reporter
>Tell her about Carol
>Tell her nothing
>Write in

>>2353669
>>Tell her about the reporter
>>Tell her about Carol
We shpuld be honest with our team

>>2353669
>Tell her about the reporter
>Tell her about Carol

I winder if it's going to be Collin.

>>2353675
i think she already passed the level of teamate.

>>2353669
>Tell her about the reporter
>Tell her about Carol

I mean, what do we gain from lying here?

>>2353700
We can always try and romance the reporter. Do like most of the alphas and have two girls at the same time.

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>>2353675
>>2353687
>>2353700

"You're not serious right?" Paula states while rubbing her face with her palm, "We've got enough problems already, we don't need a damn reporter on our case. You didn't talk with her right? And by that I mean, say anything really incriminating right?"

"No, nothing of the sort," you reply, as an SUV aggressively passes you, "She made the offer, I said no, she slipped me her card, and I never saw her again. Though, what's bothering me is how coincidental this all sounds."

"Why do you say that?", she says, pulling the business card from your jacket and looking it over, "looks about normal to me honestly. Though, that business about not finding her on the record sounds pretty fishy."

"Yeah, you tell me," you reply, looking past the next few cars, "so, where did you say we were going again? You said your friend was out near Lafayette, but how close to the main building are we getting? I don't think we have clearance to be entering a White House building."

"He should be waiting near the south edge of the park," Paula says as she places the business card back to your pocket and looks out the window, "He's not affiliated with any government organization or anything, he's a friend of my dad."

<April 16th, Monday 10:30 AM>

You arrive near one the southern edge of the park just overlooking the White House. The great April sun contrasts your previous evening's dreary thunderstorm as you try to find Paula's friend. In spite of the beautiful scenery itself, there's not too many people out here besides the odd jogger or small tour group.

"There!," Paula exclaims, and points to the far end of the gated grass-way to a man with a blue tie and a suitcase, "His name is Walter Conway, he used my dad's old Navy medic. Be on your best behavior and bring the note with you."

You pull up to the man and Paula motions him inside. He's snug in your passenger seat and places his suitcase on the other side.

"Good morning, young lady," Walter says, looking at Paula who returns the greeting, "And good morning to you too, young man. I trust you'll be my ride to the airport?"

>Introduce yourself
>Only greet him and say yes
>Young Man? Airport?
>Write in

>>2353761
>Only greet him and say yes
Follow his lead.

>>2353761
>>Only greet him and say yes

>>2353761
>Only greet him and say yes

spy stuff.

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>>2353778
>>2353780
>>2353784

"Good morning sir," you state, with Paula giving you a thumbs up at following her lead, "Don't worry, we'll make your flight at Reagan."

You take a slow start out of the park's southern end, making sure to keep your car as close to the rotunda as possible. Once you're out into the main road, there's an audible sigh from the back seat as Walter unlocks part of his suitcase and hands Paula a piece of paper.

"You won't believe what those cucks over at the lawn will do to keep my ass on their side of the fence," Walter states with a very crass tone, and then looks at you, "How are you doing Erick? Paula's told me a little bit, but I'm not sure I know the full story. It was the WalMart Supercenter, at the toiletries isle right?"

"Uh, yeah that's where we first met," you say, looking at Paula and she gives you look of approval, "though, I thought Paula said you're not affiliated with a government organization."

"He's technically not, he's just one of the main contractors for the White House", Paula states, looking over the papers she was handed, "He sells them their lawn ornaments, gardening supplies, grass seed..."

"Oh enough about my business venture," Walter states, slapping his suitcase shut, "It seems you, young man, have an issue with the feds. You had a note for me, right?"

You quickly open up the glove-box and hand him the FBI's letter. He takes out a pair of reading glasses and takes to the notice in very detailed gazes. It doesn't take him too long before he replies back, and locks the notice in his suitcase.

"I've got a friend in congress who may be able to do something about this," he says, looking at you, "I'll make a copy and send you the original once I get back from my flight. For now though, keep a low profile young man, because there's lot's of people watching you."

<Continued>

>keep a low profile young man, because there's lot's of people watching you.

Welp now we jumped from Gantz to a spy movie. And all could have being avoided if anons didn't wanted to hack into the police databanks.

>>2353856
No scratch that most likely they were already watching us but our spying just made then be more agressive.

>>2353846
Is Paula’s dad a congressman in the Intelligence Committee or something?

>>2353856
We better check if our house is bugged.

>>2353868
She said he was a banker. For all we know her dad must take care of the head of CIA bank account or something. Besides need to transfer money for spy nothing better then empty accounts for their use.

>>2353874
Our computer is definetly bugged and compromised. I say we shouldn't do anything if we try to hide anything or act more suspiciously they will increase surveillance.

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<Continued>

"You're dad sends his regards on your assignment, though he was worried when he found out about the parole," Walter says to Paula, as you approach the main service road for the airport, "Did they really suspect you two for that explosion?"

"Yeah, it was a pain in the ass when it happened but we're dealing with it at the moment," Paula replies, looking at you, "And tell dad if you see him that I'm still sticking to my guns. I'll call him if I REALLY need him."

"Don't worry, I'll keep in touch," Walter states, and then looks at you again, "And you don't worry either, I won't tell Mr. Torrez about you just yet. Though, just make sure you're keeping her happy, alright?"

You notice a glint of malicious intent at the end of his voice. You only nod in reply and make a stop to the side of the airport's entrance. Walter moves his suitcase out of your car and waves you both off as he heads for the airport entrance. Paula then motions to one of the papers Walter handed to her, before stuffing them in the glove box.

"Look these over when you get home," Paula says, looking at you turn the car to the other side, "If any police head to your home in the next few weeks, just flash them one of the notices. They'll either call their commander, and they'll say to leave, or just leave on the spot."

"How well connected is your father?", you blindly ask, to which Paula only looks at you, "Cause, I get the feeling he's not just into banking..."

"When you have as much money as he does, you get to know a lot of people," Paula answers, a bit of a daft grin on her face, "Hell, even I don't know all of his people honestly. Probably wants to keep me out of the loop considering his ventures. Anyways, where are we off to now?"

>Kurtis
>Yukino
>Tanjeet
>Write In

>>2353856
>>2353868
>>2353878
OOC: Weird, huh?

>>2353896
>Kurtis
>Tanjeet
>Write In:" So talking about less serious stuff. When will you return to action? Shouldn't you get ready to get back to the force today? Also do you already know who is going to be your 'partner'? "

>>2353896
>Tanjeet
He is probably the weak link right now even if the blood is still alive.

>>2353896
>Kurtis
We gotta pay snipe man his respects.

Man we are so fucked if we managed to survive the third hunt without Paula.

>>2353913
What exactly are we going to do at Kurtis? Getting his commandingly officer give him his dog tags and telling him he is dead is going to raise a few questions. I rarer not deal with the MPs

>>2353964
We just tell what happend Kurtis got shot while protecting a girl from a gang and when we saw him he asked us to gave his tags to his commanding officer.

But maybe we should check see if his corpse showed up after he died in the game or something.

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>>2353913
>>2353936

You take a small token from your pocket and look over it as you make your way out of the airport's main road. Paula's looking over it as well, and points out to the numbers on it.

"Social security, my dad has that on his dog-tags as well," Paula says, looking over to you, "I can go with you to the base where he stationed at, but do you think they'll accept them if you just hand them over?"

"Dante said he would inform Kurtis's family about what happened," you state, looking back at the main road, "I'll put in a word at the military base or wherever he was previously posted in. He retired, so maybe it's not as difficult as we're making it sound."

"It wasn't your fault Erick," Paula states, yet the words hurt so much more coming from her, "It could have happened to anyone, even if it wasn't your plan."

"So talking about less serious stuff," you say attempting to divert from the topic, looking towards the main road, "When will you return to action? Shouldn't you get ready to get back to the force today? Also do you already know who is going to be your 'partner'?."

"Well, less serious to more aggravating," Paula sighs, and looks to side window, "they'll have me set up tomorrow as a result of the little chaperone issue. As for who it will be, he's one of the seniors from District 1, real hardass named Luis Serros. Guess they wanted to keep this one close to their chest."

"Well, they said it was only for a few weeks didn't they?," you tell Paula, and she gives you slight smile and sigh, "though, with the whole Gantz situation...I'm not sure on a lot of things either..."

"Hey now, it's all in perspective," Paula says, looking back at you with a slight smile, "We'll make it through, even if we have to have a...few...close calls."

'Yeah...' you think, looking over the dog tags again, 'but how many more chances are we going to get...'

"If we do this...", Paula says very seriously, and you turn your head to look at her, "do you think he'll still have a life, even if he's revived?"

>Commit, Take the Dog Tags
>Refuse, Revive Kurtis (PACT)
>Write in

>>2353964
>>2353970
This is why you check the news

>>2353975
You know there must be some kind of irony that a school girl shooting doesn't get the news but a white military man get it.

>>2353980
>Refuse, Revive Kurtis (PACT)
I'll support, but shouldn't we at least try to find out more about Kurtis?

I mean, he's not a jarhead idiot or some PTSD schizo, but I feel like you're assuming a lot here.

>>2353971
>Refuse, Revive Kurtis (PACT)
There is a debt to pay.

>>2353971
>Write in: Check the news see if there is anything about him. If it's something that got to the public it won't do to have the trouble to ressurect him.

>>2353994
He kinda died because of us. Maybe his live will be completely destroyed and ge won't like it once he gets back. But then again the guys didn't seem like the type to give up for nothing. Also reviving him will get us some good thrust points. And i also suspect it will show Paula we would do the same to her.

I can't decide if it would be a good thing to let the guy stay dead For all we know during the time it will take us to get all the points to revive him. The life he had know before could have changed completely like Paula said.

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>>2353994
>>2353996
>>2353998

OOC: Pacts are promises or loyalty events that can help boost your trust gain with certain characters. Should a pact be completed, there is a substantial bonus to you and the trusted member in the pact. Only +3 and up Trust members can form pacts.

(PACT - Paula Torrez: Revive Kurtis Yates)

<April 16th, Monday 11:30 AM>

"He's never going to get another chance if we keep second guessing ourselves about it," you firmly say, and put the dog tags away, "At our next hundred points, we'll bring him back. Though, check the news for any shootings in case something comes up."

Paula looks at you with reassuring glance, and starts looking through news articles on her phone. Before long, she manages to find a couple of articles and starts reading them over to you.

"WalMart held at gunpoint by three black males, believed to be members of the Blood criminal family," Paula states, rolling her eyes at the news, "armed robbers escape, but one body is found with several gunshot wounds. Money was taken from him, no sign of the other two."

"Guess we know where our friends in red were up to," you state very matter of factly, and head back to the main road, "Anything about what happened to Kurtis?"

"Not yet, but I think I found Yukino...", Paula starts reading again, "Young girl said to have disappeared after falling from the second floor of Pentagon City. Police still combing the scene, yet believe the event was a case of mutual mass hysteria given no evidence present."

"Whatever Gantz is doing, it appears it can't erase memories or visual recognition," you observe from her reading, "Though, it still sounds so strange that so many of the deaths can occur in such a small period of time..."

"Wait, I think I found him, but there's nothing mentioning his name," Paula says, as she begins reading again, "Young woman assaulted in Woodridge Park claims a young, bearded man gave his life to save her from two assailants. No body has been found yet, but it is believed the criminals may have disposed of the body themselves."

"No way...", you say with relief and awe in your voice, "There's a chance, we can still save him..."

Paula looks at you with a look of fierce determination, and you return it back to her. As you head down the midday DC road, a powerful sense of duty fills your head.

'Don't worry soldier, you're not dead yet.'

<Session End>

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Gonna call it right here for now guys, as I am paranoid that the internet is gonna go out again with the wind blowing so much outside my house.

We will reconvene for Gantz: Quest tomorrow at 12:00 PM EST.

Check up on my twitter for updates, scheduling changes and other goodies I will post.

Have yourselves a wonderful night /qst/.

https://twitter.com/General0Bolivar

>>2354059
Thank gor the run and see you tomorrow.

We're going to revive Kurtis, and he's probably going to punch us (not seriously) for the teamkill.
And then maybe thank us for manning up to bring him back.

Ah to hell with it we are brigging that guy back.

>>2354825
>>2354841
He believed in us man. We were his spotter. Also, thread's apparently not continuing until tomorrow.

This whole spy plot is getting a little crazy, not gonna lie. I guess this is what happens when your MC isn't in high school.

>>2355135
>I guess this is what happens when your MC isn't in high school.

Nah man this happens when your MC start digging stuff and 'hacks' the FBI databanks.

>>2355135
>>2355196
>inb4 we get to the origins of Gantz and all the secrets from the manga being revealed this early on
I think the goal of being a mix of Kurono and Ash Williams would be good for development, but right now I don't see any flaws we have in our character aside from being too nosy for our own good and maaaaaaybe a little paranoia.

>>2355196
Why are they even after us this hard? Yeah, we snooped when we shouldn't have, but weren't they just investigating our involvement in the explosion? Wasn't that disproven by Paula and that sergeant when we got interrogated?

Like, why are they still so on our asses?

>>2355235
I'm pretty sure the US government doesn't know anything about the aliens sending the balls to help Humanity.

>>2355236
It's gotta be a cover up for some reason. The fact that the gas main was already having issues beforehand was reported and recorded already by the company in charge, so it's a mundane thing. But I have no idea why they would be ultra insistent on the terrorism or subterfuge angle if the stuff about the faulty main were on file AND easy to access.

>>2355403
The Germans in the manga certainly knew something. Though we still don't know how closely the events of the manga this is going to follow.

>>2355410
>Gantz Japan normal life
Deal with a shitty school, bad home situation and teenage hornyness

>Gantz America normal life
Police investigations, gang violence and government cover ups

>>2355451
The Germans had that weird cover-up with the autistic fat chick and that other German guy who I'm pretty sure was the actual source of the tech.

>>2355410
You think someone moved money out of a public construction and the faulty was because of use of low quality material?

>>2355806
I suddenly want to use Gantz tech to combat shit like this.

>>2356167
>yfw that fund move was used to create the gantz

I mean if i remeber correctly there was a factory in germany mass producing then in the manga.

>>2356200
That was a front for the aliens who gave the tech to mankind

>>2357367
Speaking of which...was that void at the end of the last hunt hinting at the god aliens?

>>2357381
Most likely yes. Or maybe it was a hint for the aliens that sended the gantz to earth. I like the fact that Erick caught their attention. Be that good or bad.

QM sure is taking his sweet ass time...

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<Session Start>
<April 16th, Monday 12:00 AM>

"Arboretum Raided," Paula reads, scrolling the article down, "Vandalism in the DC area escalates as an emergency response team was attacked by unseen assailants at the National Arboretum. No injuries were reported by the team, but medical equipment and a firetruck were hijacked in the ensuing chaos."

"Damage sustained to the National Columns overlooking the hillside of the Arboretum is estimated to over $700,000, yet all other damage to the park itself was minimal. Still no word on the assailants whereabouts following the attack."

A look of slight shame and partial worry build on your face, which is followed by an audible sigh from Paula. Keeping your foot on the brake as you're both stuck in the midday rush, you've been listening to a string of news articles from Paula following your inquire towards Kurtis's death. Between the bumper to bumper traffic, a slight twinge in your stomach, and a growing list of concerns, you're both starting to get a little anxious.

"Cathedral revisited," Paula starts, and you're slightly surprised at the unrelated article, "National Cathedral in Woodley road to finish renovations for a new set of statues this weekend. Though, readers may be distraught to hear that the old George Washington and Abraham Lincoln statues will be moved to separate locations, we can be su-"

>Stop her, enough news and suggest a place to eat
>Let her keep going, maybe it'll take the edge off?
>Stop her, and suggest your next move for the day
>Write in

>>2359288
>>Stop her, enough news and suggest a place to eat

>>2359288
>>Let her keep going, maybe it'll take the edge off?

>>2359288
>>Stop her, enough news and suggest a place to eat

>>2359288
>Let her keep going, maybe it'll take the edge off?
If I know my tropes that's foreshadowing the next hunt.

>>2359288
>Let her keep going, maybe it'll take the edge off?

>Cathedral
Nigga, you'd better not...

>>2359288
>Stop her, enough news and suggest a place to eat

>>2359294
>>2359309
>>2359331
3 for food

>>2359312
>>2359329
>>2359306
3 for news

Tiebreaker this one for me guys.

>>2359339
I'll switch to News.

>>2359356
Alrighty then, writing.

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>>2359369

"We can be sure that they will be safe at their new homes overlooking the Washington and Lincoln Memorials respectively," Paula continues the article, and the traffic gets moving a little bit, "Though the cathedral is an open religious temple, the statues of the christian archangels, Michael, Uriel, Raphael, and Gabriel will act as our loved presidents' replacements courtesy of the now late Rodrigo V. Wallace."

"They commissioned new statues for a cathedral in one of the more cynical places in the world," you retort somewhat jokingly, "and my managers say that I have bad ideas. Why'd you choose that one in particular?"

"My dad was a big catholic when I was growing up," Paula states, still looking at the article, "and he would always take me and my mom to Italy and France to see the big Cathedrals there. I think he may have been thinking of it as a sort of pilgrimage."

"That sounds incredible, but you don't really strike me as a very religious person Paula," you state, and she looks at you with a slight grin, "Well, it at least got my mind out of this raw deal with the feds. You doing anything else today, I don't want to seem like I'm imposing on your time."

"It's fine Erick, I got nothing to do today anyways besides getting that dufflebag in my closet," she replies, and reclines a little on your set, "Just let me know where we're off to now. I'm getting hungry, and I'm sure you are as well."

>Tanjeet, you still need to touch base with him about the Gantz
>Yukino, you still need to talk to her father and get her contact
>Food, get some lunch at a local restaurant
>Write In

>>2359407
>>Yukino, you still need to talk to her father and get her contact

>>2359407
>>Yukino, you still need to talk to her father and get her contact

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>>2359407
OH SHIT
WE'RE GONNA FIGHT THE FOUR ARCHANGELS AS ALIENS NEXT HUNT
WE SMT NOW BOYS
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

>>2359417
>>2359419
Supporting, but let's invite them for lunch. Talk is better with food on a table.

>>2359407
Backing >>2359433

>>2359433
Backing.

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>>2359417
>>2359419
>>2359433
>>2359435
>>2359456

"Yeah, I'd be up for some lunch right about now," you say and then sigh in relief as the traffic finally begins to move forward, "Hey, why don't we invite Yukino and her father long with us? He still seemed like he wanted to talk earlier, and we should start coming up with an excuse for taking Yukino out to the training areas."

"Good idea, but isn't she at school right now?" Paula says, and you slightly deflate from your plan, "Hey, don't get like that. We can at least go check up on her, though we should talk to her father first about this."

You nod in agreement, and you move your car forward from the mob of vehicles surrounding you.

<April 16th, Monday 12:45 PM>

You arrive at the Bader Condominium after a slight slog through the midday traffic. After parking your car on the curb, you both move inside of the large apartment building. The main foyer is almost spotless, as you see new furniture line up a lounge area near the entrance. Paula catches you looking at the opulent interior and pulls you awake to a receptionist desk and what looks like a buzzer.

"Hello and welcome to Bader, are you looking to rent or-," the person behind the desk greets, yet Paula doesn't allow him to finish.

"Is Ulrich Klein here? I'm Paula and he's Erick, we're family friends and are stopping by for lunch," Paula declares to him, and you shake your head in unison. The receptionist eyes you both, and places a hand on a telephone near that strange buzzer you saw.

"Mr. Klein, there are two here to see you," the receptionist states, while holding the phone, "Yes, Paula and Erick....Huh? Alright, I'll send them in."

The receptionist puts the phone down and motions you both to an elevator near the far end of the lounge. Its brass doors shine in spite of the scratches and dents they have.

"Floor five, first door down the hall," he states, and presses the buzzer and the elevator doors open up.

You both thank the receptionist and head to the elevator. After keying in the floor, it begins to ascend.

"Alright, what's the plan then," Paula asks, while looking at you, "Any excuse to convince a man that almost lost his daughter to go with some strangers to death game training ground?"

'She makes it sound so easy...'

>WRITE IN

>>2359518
We were we passing close by and we got the idea of inviting them to dinner but we didn't have their number. If I had to guess he is an overwork single dad with too much in his hands who might need help watching his kid. Lets talk over dinner see if he brings it up and maybe can help him with that without sounding like child-traffickers.

>>2359600
We are just overqualified nannies passing by and want to offer our services

>>2359600
Supporting.

He trusts us both to some degree so convincing him shouldnt be too difficult.

>>2359518

Agreed and supporting>>2359600

For the fun of it add we want to have children one day so you know wd want to practice just to have a idea how it's. since both us and Paula never had younger brothees.

You know what don't do it. It would be fun to see Yukino's dad and Paula's reaction, but it sounds to weird.

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>>2359630
>>2359659
>>2359600
>>2359607

"He's a single father, so I'm gonna guess he's got plenty on his plate on top of looking after Yukino," you think out loud, and Paula's following you intently, "We can invite him to dinner later today, and see if we can't convince him then to have us look after Yukino on the times he's away. We can work something about the schedules later."

"Never figured you as a nanny Erick," Paula states, looking at you with a sly smile, "Alright, it's a good a plan as any I suppose. Let's hope you're right in that assumption though."

The elevator makes a *ding* as it stops on the fifth floor, and its doors open. You both head out to the hallway, and to the first door next to the elevator as per the receptionist's directions. The hallway itself if carpeted lusciously, and carries the building's signature logo emblazoned in the middle of the hall. You only get a glimpse of the luscious interior before both you and Paula are standing before Mr. Klein's door.

You press the door bell and, within a few seconds, you hear a pair of footsteps coming closer on the other side. The door opens to reveal Yukino's father looking somewhat surprised yet very much pleased to see you both. He's sporting a business suit, and tie, along with a black brief bag on his side.

"Hey! I was hoping to see you guys back someday," he speaks up, heading out of the door to give you both a hand, "Wish it was at a better time though, I am actually on my way out for lunch and picking up my daughter from school. Yukino won't stop talking about you in particular Officer Torrez."

"Oh no, don't worry if it's a bad time," Paula says, shaking his hand, "We can come back at any time, it's just we were hoping to see if you had any dinner plans for today. My boyfriend and myself were thinking we could talk more with you and Yukino, though if it's a bad time now-"

"Do you have plans now?", he replies, shaking your hand now, "I'm heading out to pick up Yukino for lunch. Her middle school lets her out at 1:15 today, so we always have lunch around this time. Would you care to join us, time allowing of course?"

>Yes, we'd love to
>No, but if you're still open to dinner
>Write in

OOC: Sorry about the long post time there, thought the thread stopped when I didn't see responses for a good while there.

>>2359748
>>Yes, we'd love to

I think we solved most of the problems right? Shit what about our work do we need to check in on monday?

>>2359748
>Yes, we'd love to

Meh fuck it i was always terribel with my irl scheadule why should i change now.

>>2359748
>Yes, we'd love to

>>2359769
>>2359789
No work today man. Wal-Mart got robbed and the police are combing it over.

>>2359804
Well guess at least the bloods did one good thing before dying then. lol

>>2359748
>>Yes, we'd love to
>>No, but if you're still ope

>>2359748
>Yes, we'd love to

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>>2359905
>>2359906
>>2359757
>>2359789
>>2359804

"We'd love to join you actually," you reply back, eliciting a similar reply from Paula, "Though, you'll have to let us know where the locale is. Unless of course, you want us to follow you to Yukino's school."

"No, that won't be necessary," he says, and makes his way to the elevator, with you both following close behind, "I rarely get to see her too much during the week, much less pick her up, so I'll have to decline. As for the restaurant, are you two familiar with Grillfish?"

<April 16th, Monday 1:30 PM>

After giving you the directions, and his contact information, Mr. Klein had seen the two of you off as he went to pick up Yukino at her school. The change in plan was certainly welcome to you both, as you drove to the restaurant where Mr. Klein had shown. For all of the worry and sadness Yukino had described about her father, you had both seen someone that seemed to care much for his daughter, though you each wished this would prove true at lunch.

After parking the car nearby, you both made your way to the restaurant's entrance. It looked finely rustic, displaying it's gray and almost scrawled sign out on the front.

"You think Klein included us in his reservation?", Paula asks, looking at the interior of the restaurant. "Want to give him a call before we head in?"

"I'm sure it's fine, it doesn't seem like one those restaurants honestly," you reply, and then see Mr. Kleinz's Lexus make it's way towards the restaurant. It pulls up to the street, and a small Japanese girl on the passenger seat waves to you both from the inside. The driver window drops down, and you hear a click as the car doors are unlocked.

"I'll drop her off with you guys for a bit," Mr. Klein says, as Yukino makes her way out of the door, "Find us a table, and don't let her out of your sight. I'll be right back after I park the car."

Yukino waves to her dad as he speeds off to find a parking space. She then turns to you both and gives Paula a surprising hug. Paula's a little surprised at the show of affection, yet she returns it back in kind.

'There's no way this is the same girl from the night before,' you think to yourself as Yukino pulls away from the hug. Yukino then turns to you, and gives you an expectant look.

>Hug
>High-five
>Head-Pat
>Write in

>>2359956
>>High-five

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>>2359956
>Pic related
>"Woogity woogity woo!"
>Realize we are old.

>>2359956
>High-five

>>2359956
>High-five

>>2359993
Don't tempt me boy.

>>2359956
>High-five

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>>2360091

A part of you wishes to revive that old Rocket Power traditional greeting that never really caught on in the 90s, yet you relent. Not on the grounds that she'll think you're autistic, but more on the fact that she'll probably not even understand. You extend your open palm to Yukino, lowering it slightly so she can reach your slight show of affection. There's a slight pause as she looks you over, and then firmly slaps your palm with her own. The impact is surprisingly loud, yet it doesn't hurt as Yukino's hands are quite soft.

"You've got a mean hit there Yukino," you say, as she smiles at you, "You think it runs in your family? Your dad has a mean handshake as well."

"Maybe, though, I'm honestly more happy about seeing you guys again," she says, looking at you both, "When my dad said you'd join us for lunch, I freaked out a little. But then I got better, and I got you two something!"

Paula and you look at each other with a surprised gaze while Yukino looks through her pocket for something. After a bit of effort, she pulls out a small, black smart phone and shows it to you both. It looks like one of the new model Androids, yet it's slightly more compact.

"Dad got it for me the morning afterwards," Yukino says, unlocking the phone, "Said to use it for emergencies and in case I get lost again. I'll get you both in my contacts, so you guys can call for me whenever you need help again with those aliens again."

"That's awesome Yukino," Paula says, and the gives you a knowing nod, "here, let's get each other added at the table. Your dad must trust you a lot to give you that."

"He's probably more scared that'll I'll die again," she says, a little too nonchalantly at Paula, "But I guess he must after he told me to take good care of it. By the way, do you know if they have eel here?"

<April 16th, Monday 1:40 PM>

The server's found you all a seat for 4 near back. After looking over the menu, and slightly cringing at the prices here, Mr. Klein arrives and sits at the chair across from you, and let's you know that the meal will be on him this time as a small thank you for your help in finding his daughter. Paula almost tries to argue against it, but you manage to hold her to gratitude.

"So then, you're both together," Mr. Klein states, with Yukino listening close, "how did you two meet up, exactly?"

>Your job at Wal-Mart, and the toiletries aisle story
>Paula's job in the police, and how she saved your life
>Try to change the subject
>Write in

>>2360147
>>Your job at Wal-Mart, and the toiletries aisle story
I mean, come on.

>>2360147
>Your job at Wal-Mart, and the toiletries aisle story

>>2360147

>Your job at Wal-Mart, and the toiletries aisle story

>>2360147

>Your job at Wal-Mart, and the toiletries aisle story

>>2360147
>Your job at Wal-Mart, and the toiletries aisle story
Love in the most unlikely of places

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>>2360211

"It was more of a continuous case of chance encounters really," you start, and trust Paula to follow along with you, "I'm an assistant manager at Wal-Mart you see, and she was a regular at our store for a while now. This one time however, she was looking for a type of conditioner that wasn't in stock anymore."

"I have a sensitive scalp, so I can't use too much regular stuff," Paula says, giving you a slight wink, "and Wal-Mart has that kind cheaper than most places around DC, so I regularly go there."

"Now, here's the good part," you continue from Paula's statement, and Mr. Klein looks at you both intently, "Management doesn't like putting specialized product on the floor that much, the whole supply and demand thing. So, I go to the back and slash open a box of that conditioner, and get a bottle just for her."

"The kindest gesture ever done with a bottle of conditioner," Paula replies, and Yukino raises a bit of her brow at you, "not a second after he hands me the bottle, he asks me if I would like to head to dinner on the weekend. And so far, I never regretted saying yes."

Paula holds your hand tightly while looking at you. There's a twinge of longing in her eyes, in spite of the facetious story. You return it in kind.

"Life sure is a strange model of coincidence it seems," Mr. Klein says, looking at you both with a warm smile, "I met Yukino's mother during a trip to Hokkaido. She was in bad spot with her father, and asked me to take her away in spite of not knowing too English at the time."

"It was fate, and the red string," Yukino interjects, looking at her father, "You never really know when things happen, but they happen anyways. Mom said that it was desperation born from fate that brought you together with her."

"Yeah, she sure spoke of that a lot when we met," Mr. Klein says, and gives Yukino a head-pat, to which she smiles under, "Anyways, you guys order yet?"

>Portabella Crabcakes, and Wine (Fancy)
>Marinated Salmon, and soda (Rustic)
>White Oysters, and Green Tea (Daring)
>Write in

>>2360311
>Marinated Salmon, and soda (Rustic)

Safe stuff please. And holyshit this place must be expensive.

>>2360311
>Marinated Salmon, and soda (Rustic)
Simple is simple

>>2360311
>Marinated Salmon, and soda (Rustic)

We work at Wal-Mart, so let's not try to impress him too much here.

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>>2360373

You hadn't ordered yet, but had a good idea on what to get after you saw the menu. Mr. Klein calls over the waiter, and he quickly jots down your orders. Yukino takes notice of your meal choice and gives you a small thumbs up. Paula's own order, a serving of boiled shrimp and sweet tea, is instead noticed by Mr. Klein, who only compliments her taste on a similar choice of shrimp to his own.

"While I trust you both to be in good taste for lunch," Mr. Klein starts, looking at you both with a more serious gaze, "You also mentioned that you wished to speak about my daughter. Why exactly?"

"It was actually something quite simple, Mr. Klein, we were- ," Paula starts, but Mr. Klein raises his hand and she immediately stops.

"Just call me Ulrich, Paula," he replies calmly, "we're both involved in criminal justice to some degree, but here we're as civilian as Yukino or Erick."

"Well, then, Ulrich," Paula states, and you listen intently, "You mentioned that you didn't have much time to spend with Yukino back home. Well, our proposition to you was, that either myself or Erick could serve as Yukino's sitters/nannies on our off time."

Ulrich is quizzically looking at you both with a tracing finger on the side of his head, as if he's trying to figure out if you're both genuine or not. Yukino on the other hand is almost beaming at the opportunity of this, looking at you both with saucer-like eyes.

"Well, that is certainly a simple request, but I have to ask first," Ulrich starts, looking at Paula intently, "what makes you so qualified to take care of my daughter. I trust you of course, yet I am not sure if I know what you can do."

"I've taken care of children before," Paula replies with confidence, "I lived with my little cousins for so long that I ended up calling them brothers. I cooked, I cleaned, and even taught them things out of school to help their mother through the week. Trust me, Ulrich, I know how to take care of children."

"Hmm, alright so it would seem," Ulrich pauses to scratch his chin, and then turns to you, "What about you Erick? Any experience with kids?"

>Yes, plenty of experience (Total Lie)
>No, unfortunately not really (Truth)
>Not really, but I want to learn for when we do have kids (Paula...)
>Write In

>>2360444
>Not really, but I want to learn for when we do have kids (Paula...)

YES!! Best option! Flustter the police girl!

>>2360444
Nice trips.
>Not really, but I want to learn for when we do have kids (Paula...)

>>2360444
>>Not really, but I want to learn for when we do have kids (Paula...)

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>>2360470

"No, I actually don't know much about taking care of children," you state, with Paula and Ulrich giving you a stare, "However, I want to learn from this for when we do have children of our own."

Paula's face is every shade of surprised after you say this, with her almost uttering a 'Huh?!' from sheer shock. It takes almost a whole five seconds for her to regain her composure at your comment, yet you can still see her cheeks are red. Ulrich on the other hand lets out a small chuckle at the commotion from the other side of the table. Throughout all of this, you retain a very serious, stoic face in spite of your estranged comment.

Ulrich doesn't get to reply in full before your meals arrive to the table. The exquisite smell and texture of the salmon almost take your mind away from the important question at hand. Yukino retains that curious look on her face, while listening intently in this, which is culled by the arrival of her own meal.

"Yeah, let's eat," Yukino states, breaking up the strange silence on the table as she readies her utensils on her own salmon, "don't you have to be married to have babies though dad?"

"Ahaha, yeah most people are," Ulrich says, looking at the still somewhat embarrassed expressions on Paula's face and your own stoic expression, "Though, I think those two still have a long time before that happens. Either way, I don't think there's too much trouble with having you take care of Yukino if you're both capable enough."

"Y-yes, thank you very much sir," Paula replies, and only stares as her food as she says this, "Just hand us a schedule for when you want us over, and we'll be sure to h-help."

<April 16th, Monday 3:00 PM>

The rest of the dinner goes off without any large or surprising revelations. Ulrich gives you both a small planner on Yukino's allergies, favorite foods, and emergency contacts, as well as adding you both to his own contact list. Yukino is moreso excited, and adds you both to her own contact list. Before long, Yukino and Paula head to the restroom and you're left alone with Ulrich for a few minutes.

"You have a strong woman at your side, Erick," Ulrich comments, taking the last sip of his Lager, "I have never seen my Yukino so happy to start something in such a long time. What do you want her to see you as, Erick? Why did you want to help her like your girlfriend does?"

>A friend, she mentioned she's alone at school a lot
>A tutor, she's a very smart girl and I want to help her improve further
>A psychologist, I know about what happened, and I want to help her endure
>Write in

>>2360571
>A psychologist, I know about what happened, and I want to help her endure

I get the feeling Paula's already helping out with the friend side and her dad with the teaching angle.

Maybe not psychologist, but we still want to help her out of that regressive memory.

>>2360571
Changing my vote.

>A psychologist, I know about what happened, and I want to help her endure

>>2360571
>>A psychologist, I know about what happened, and I want to help her endure

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>>2360755
>>2360604
>>2360611
OOC: Holy fuck, I messed up with the last names. Ignore Klein, it's Palmer.

+1 Trust (Yukino Palmer)

"Paula's told me a lot about Yukino, and while I don't understand the whole extent of it, I wish to help her in another way, " you say, and Ulrich looks at you with some wariness, "We both see that she's in a great amount of pain Ulrich, and we each have our approach for helping her through it. She told us of what happened with your wife, and how Yukino's been dealing with it all."

Ulrich is almost glaring at you as you continue your reasoning. He puts his glass away, and folds his hands on the table to listen with full attention.

"I am not a psychologist, but I know how loss and pain can affect someone," you continue, meeting Ulrich's eyes with equal intent, "I merely want to help a child that's alone and sad beyond words. If you wish to refuse my help, I will understand but I want you to at least give me a chance to help."

Ulrich looks at you for a few good seconds before looking back at the restroom doors to see if the girls have returned. As he cannot find them, he turns back to you.

"Yukino is very strong in her mind, yet I fear for when her limit will be reached," Ulrich states, looking at you very seriously again, "I have tried with many others to help her, yet she's not taken to trusting many people that cannot get past her odd demeanor. Given her response to you and Paula, I can try to give you both a shot given her trust."

You nod in reply to his comment and he cuts you off before you say anything else.

"But please, keep her safe. Out of all of the heirlooms and tokens my wife left behind, she's the most precious of them all."

"You can trust us Ulrich," you state, taking the last sip of your own drink, "we won't let you down."

<April 16th, Monday 3:10 PM>

Ulrich Palmer departed with Yukino soon after paying the bill. Yukino looked excited to have you both as nannies for a good while, though only Paula, Yukino and yourself knew what the nanny sessions really were for. After you headed to the car, there was an sigh of content from Paula on the way back.

"I still can't believe you said that Erick," Paula states, still looking a little embarrassed, "I mean it worked, but I didn't think you'd go that far with it honestly."

"You said it yourself," you reply, somewhat smuggly as you reach the driver seat,"I worked didn't it. Besides, don't you eventually want to have some kids of your own Paula?"

"Christ you're unbelievable sometimes...", Paula almost stammers, while opening the co-pilot seat, "Just...let's just go already. You got something else in mind for the day Erick?"

>Tanjeet, time to get him up to speed
>Carol, since she's probably out of school
>Paula, take her home and do the remainder yourself
>Write In

>>2360771
>>Tanjeet, time to get him up to speed
Call Carol on the way

>>2360771
>>Tanjeet, time to get him up to speed

>>2360776
Supporting.

Maybe we can meet them both.

>>2360771
>Tanjeet, time to get him up to speed

Need to bring the young man up to speed.

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>>2360776
>>2360782
>>2360795

"I think we should pay Tanjeet a visit," you say, starting up the car, "He seems like a good guy, but I don't think we're standing on the same foot at the moment."

"Alright, but give me a moment to find him," Paula replies, while pulling out her smartphone, "I don't remember his last name, but he does go to GW University so I can look him up through the directory."

"Great, and we should probably call Carol afterwards as well," you say, keeping focus on driving, "I think both of them could use a good talking honestly. Tanjeet especially, since I am not sure where we stand with him at the moment.

"Is it because of what he said at the end of the last mission?", Paula states, as you pull out of the curb you're parked on, "He only wants out of the game Erick, and I don't think it's a horrible idea given what goes on in there."

"It's not that Paula, I'm just concerned that Dante hasn't convinced him to come to the training sessions," you reply back, and then stop your train of thought, "Wait a minute, are you saying that you're gonna leave the game? But what about Kurtis and the hundred points?"

"I know that Kurtis is important, and we promised to get him back," Paula continues, as you head out to the main road, "I'm just saying that after we get him back, I don't think it's a bad idea to get out of the game while we can. Don't you want to leave as well?"

>Yes, but we should go together
>Not yet, not without the others
>Too early, we need to survive first
>Write in

>>2360880
>>Not yet, not without the others

>>2360880
>Yes, but we should go together

>>2360880
>Even if I get out of the game, other people will get called in, right? Those aliens will still be a problem, and people will keep having to fight them. It wouldn't be right to let them endure it alone.

>>2360880
>Not yet, not without the others
>Write in:"I mean can you imagine what would happen with Yukino alone in that game?Or heck even Carol."

>>2360907
Holy fuck, are we gonna become a Gantz hero for real?

Supporting, but oh man, this is gonna backfire super hard...

>>2360884
>>2360910
Two for, not without the others

>>2360907
>>2360913
Two for stay in the game, save everyone

Tiebreaker this one for me guys

>>2360888
Changing my vote
>Not yet, not without the others

>>2360913
Well, our nickname IS 'beta hero'

>>2360932
There's the tiebreaker, writing!

>>2360910
Support for this

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>>2360945
>>2360884
>>2360910
>>2360932
+1 WIL

"Not yet, not without the others," you reply back with finality, "I can't leave them there to that game, knowing that the next hunt could be their last as well. I mean can you imagine what would happen with Yukino alone in that game? Or heck even Carol."

"I know that, but at the same time, I can't bear to be in there knowing that the same thing that happened to you last game is going to happen again," Paula says, a bit of sadness ebbing into her voice, "I want to help the others as well too, but I am afraid we may be in over our heads."

"I can't make you stay with me in there Paula," you say, as you make your way to the main road, "But, I have to do this as well. I don't owe them anything, yet I can't bear to see them die either. And, I know you can't bear to see that happen either."

"I...I know," Paula says, looking down at her feet, "I joined the force to make a difference in even the smallest part of this city. And if we have to save them as well, then so be it. I'll stand right there beside you Erick, but at the end of it all, we will go."

"I'm sorry Paula," you say, looking at her for a moment and seeing a tear leave her eye, "But, we will leave. I can promise you that much."

In spite of Dante's revelation on your first night, you had never set out with a goal towards Gantz. You figured there had to be more to it than that, yet for all that Dante knew, the ball itself remained simple to understand yet completely mysterious in what it did. If there was a way out, you would take it, and the entire team as well.

<April 16th, Monday 4:00 PM>

There was a thoughtful silence as you and Paula made your way to the GW Medical Building. You hadn't said much following your resolute declaration in the car, yet you knew that Paula was in agreement to your decision. It was only a matter of how she said it. After parking the car, and heading towards the main building, you and Paula were met with a lot of movement in the quaint hospital building.

There were many people here, many of them students and probably some real MDs for all you knew. Quickly making your way to the front desk, you asked for directions on where to find him.

"I'm sorry, but Tanjeet Deshpande has left for the day," the desk clerk lets you know, with Paula looking over her phone, "You may want to try back tomorrow at 8:00 AM if you wish, he's got a post-surgery instruction that day."

"No, that's fine, it won't be necessary," you reply back, leave the desk and head to Paula, "No good. Don't you have a police database for this kind of thing?"

"I'm not back in the system, and I need to be in an authorized computer to do that," Paula states, turning off her phone, "I don't know anyone here unfortunately, and I don't think the staff know what his usual route is. Do you think his classmates know where he is?"

>Ask the students, maybe they know
>Look for his schedule, maybe the staff know?
>Leave, this is gone for the day
>Write In

>>2361006
>Look for his schedule, maybe the staff know?
They must have his contact number on-record.

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Alright, I think I'll call it here for tonight guys as I need to wake up early for work tomorrow.

I'll let you guys choose for this option while I head to bed, and I will count the first five when we come back at tomorrow at 4:00 PM EST.

Don't worry, like the previous Slice of life, this won't over just the one thread.

Anyways, have a good evening /qst/.

https://twitter.com/General0Bolivar

>>2361006
>Ask the students, maybe they know

>>2361006
>Look for his schedule, maybe the staff know?

>Ask the students, maybe they know

>>2361006
>Ask the students, maybe they know

>>2353994
>some PTSD schizo,
Anon, your idiocy is showing. Might wanna police that up.
The vast majority of those "PTSD schizos" are just shitheads who got their scumbag lawyer to blame the military for their actions in an attempt to get a lighter sentence.
And this "violent, dangerous, PTSD veterans" narrative that the media are MORE than willing to perpetuate contributes to vets with ACTUAL fucking PTSD not seeking help, having trouble finding employment because employers BELIEVE IT, and a whole boatload of other shit.

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>>2361227
>>2361259

You look around to see several dozens of would be doctors, interns and regular introductory students. Of the two years you spent wasting away at college, you've learned that the usually more repressed or easily beguiled members of the alumni, usually reside in this department. Hopefully, your past experience will reign true here.

"Let's ask around," you say to Paula, describing your plan, "some of these guys have to know something about Tanjeet."

She nods her head, and you both stick around the lobby, asking anyone if they know where Tanjeet might be.

>Roll1d20 +1 WIL to socialize your way to Tanjeet

OOC: I'll start us a little early to not have you guys wait too long. I'll get set up in a little bit, so roll for now.

Rolled 11 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>2362481

Rolled 16 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>2362481
SOCIALIZATION AHOOO!

>Of the two years you spent wasting away at college

Uh i wonder what kind of college Erick went.

>inb4 it was economics or administration

Rolled 7 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>2362481

>>2362493
>>2362495
>>2362510
Dat 17 is alright. Writing

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>>2362514
Rolled 16 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

<April 16th, Monday 4:30 PM>

While you weren't the biggest social butterfly at your old university, it does say something about your abilities to get information from small talk to get a good lead in under 30 minutes. Or maybe you just got lucky to find someone from Tanjeet's class about to leave the building. Either way, you call Paula over to the front of the medical building and your contact.

"Yeah, Tanjeet's too serious to get to know really close, you know?," the the intern informs you and Paula, while looking over a text, "Medicine is supposed to be serious, but that guy, total buzzkill when it comes to starting anything. Didn't even go to Kyle's party after the exams, can you beli-"

"Just get to the point already," Paula interjects, earning a slight frown from the girl, "We just need to know where he is, and if you have a phone number it would even more helpful. I'm with the police, so I would rather you not waste our time at the moment."

"Let me a see a badge then officer-", the girl is starts and is quickly interrupted as Paula's badge leaves her pocket "Oh...well...I think I might know where he is, but just so you know, I'm don't want to get involved in whatever trouble he's in..."

'Trust me,' you think, and Paula flashes a smile and puts away her badge, 'you're lucky to not even know.'

<April 16th, Monday 5:00 PM>

The girl, named Ashley, was one of Tanjeet's acquaintances that goes to his surgical med classes, and only really knew of him as a result of popularity in the class itself. According to her assumptions, Tanjeet heads to a Best Buy to hang out with one of his friends there after classes are over. Though, she claims to only know this as a result of

"Seems like a strange place to hang out honestly," Paula comments, passing through the automatic doors, "Did you ever do this when you went to college? Or were you one of those heavy, social party people?"

>Write In

>>2362593
>I partied so goddamn hard Paula. Why do you think I'm stuck working at Wal-Mart?

>>2362593
>We had sort of a core group that we hung out and bar hopped with but that was about it.

>>2362593
>>2362595
Supporting this

>>2362593
>Most of the times i was the one organizing the party. You cannot believe the amount of logistic that is required to have a 'descent party' unfortunantly that reflected poorly on my grades. Fortunantly i went so much for local stores for party supplies that i ended up getting to know the managers and finaly the one to hire me was the Walmart.(this is serious)

>>2362595
Supporting as well.

This also explains why we were kind of socially off at the start of the quest as well.

>>2362595
>>2362603
>>2362613
Hmm...would you guys be fine with me combining these two? >>2362610

>>2362617
Yeah

>>2362617
Sure

>>2362617
for sure.

>>2362618
>>2362624
Cool, writing.

OOC: You guys cool with the single 'write in' for MC character development or would you guys want me to give you options in the future?

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>>2362617

"I was actually a little more socially active back in college," you state, with Paula giving you a look which you return with a grin, "partied so goddamn hard Paula back then. Why do you think I'm stuck working at Wal-Mart?"

"You were that crazy back then?", she asks, somewhat shocked as you nod your head, "Gotta say, you kind of had me fooled for the shy loner type. Though it would explain how you can handle that many people in the room so well, along with Dante."

"Most of the time, I was the one organizing those parties, so I guess the experience came from there," you reply, which only causes Paula to look at you more surprised, "But, all of the logistical planning and party perfection eventually hit my grades. Though, appropriately enough, WalMart's managers knew me well enough from my constant trips there that I managed to land a job there."

"That's the story of Erick Vanders then?," Paula says, chuckling in amusement, "No sob story about how you were ostracized by your peers or some allegory for why your parents couldn't afford another semester? Just some guy who partied himself out of school?"

"Well, there's more to it but that's the short version," you say, somewhat taken aback by her comment, "A year after that happened, I moved here after I got assigned as assistant manager."

"Can't really say the same about myself, but I guess it's part of that strange rule of attraction," she says, moving towards the customer service section, "you're a fool, but a good hearted person nonetheless. I like that quite a bit."

<April 16th, Monday 4:35 PM>

After asking the customer service associate on the whereabouts of Tanjeet, he points you towards the back of the computer aisle. After thanking the associate, you head in that direction, while also trying to find the right words to convince and talk to Tanjeet about the game itself. Arriving in the aisle, you find him talking to a Geek Squad member near one of the monitor displays.

'Let's see if we can't make this simple.'

>Subtle, coerce him from his friend and start explaining
>Forceful, force him to leave and get the info to him quick
>Friendly, converse with him and try to see if you can find a place to talk
>Write in

>>2362663
>Friendly

Subtle was lost when Paula pulled her badge on that other girl. Hello rumors.

>>2362663
>>Friendly, converse with him and try to see if you can find a place to talk

>>2362663
>Gotta say, you kind of had me fooled for the shy loner type.
Do you SEE Kurono Kei anywhere? I didn't think so.

>Friendly, converse with him and try to see if you can find a place to talk

dice+2d6

>>2362682
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>>2362680
>>2362681
>>2362682

"Hey Tanjeet, what's up man!", you shout to get his attention, to which he responds quickly enough, "Hey Ashley sent us your way, looking to see if you were interested in her new party this weekend."

Paula turns her head to you and then quickly duplicates a cocky smile to match your own. She's caught on to your ruse, but it looks like Tanjeet is somewhat confused by your initial statement. His friend on the other hand...

"Dude, you didn't tell me Ashley invited you to Heist's this weekend!" the Geek Squad member states, looking back at you, "You think you can hook me up? Only med students get to go to her parties, but if you-"

"You know I don't go to parties," Tanjeet retorts, and then keeps his gaze on you, "But, if my good friend Erick here has something to say about it, maybe I might change my mind. It's important for Ashley, right?"

It doesn't take a genius to notice the social queues in his face as he says this to you. You motion to Paula, and she goes to front of the store to wait for you both outside. You hadn't discussed a plan earlier, but coming up with this on the fly wasn't too difficult.

"Oh yeah man, you bet it is," you continue to state in your party-hound voice, motioning to Paula, "Of course, it's for your ears only right now, so your friend there has to wait. No offense big guy, but Ashley's rules on a ear-to-ear basis, you understand."

"Don't worry Mattie, you'll see some action by the weekend," Tanjeet says, going to entrance with you, "Just stay put for a bit."

You hear a small sigh of dejection from the Geek Squad member, Mattie apparently, as you and Tanjeet head outside to discuss the hunts.

<April 16th, Monday 4:45 PM>

"That had to be the dumbest thing I think I've seen you do yet," Tanjeet says, as you and Paula are leaned on the Best Buy's side wall far from the parking lot, "Criticism aside however, what do you guys need from me? I said I was gonna help you out already, so why interrupt my time again?"

'We're doing you a favor man, you could act a little more thankful.'

>Gantz, ask him and explain to him about the game
>Training, convince him about training
> Thank him, for Paula and the night before
>Write In

>>2362707
>>>Gantz, ask him and explain to him about the game
>>Training, convince him about training
>> Thank him, for Paula and the night before
EVERYTHING

>>2362707
>Gantz
>Training

Butter him up with info then coerce him into training.

>>2362707
>Gantz
>Training

>>2362710
>>2362712
>>2362716
OOC: Tell you guys what, I'll let you do everything if you can write out the summary for how you'll tell him everything.

>>2362707
>Gantz
>Training

>>2362720
Someone please help, on phone

>>2362712
>>2362716
>>2362721
OOC: I'll give you guys 10 more min if you're doing the summaries for all of the choices. Otherwise, I'll just go with these.

>>2362712
>>2362716
>>2362721

Since I didn't get the summaries, we'll go with a combination of these choices. Writing.

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"I know Dante spoke briefly about the game itself, but we think there's a few more things you need to know before the next mission," you state, with Paula nodding in unison to your comment, "You're free to ask any questions you want, but I can't say we'll be able to answer everything. Even we don't know some things about that ball."

"Fine," he lets out a sigh, and looks seriously at you both, "but if we're doing this, let's be brief about it. I have to get home before too long."

"Fair enough," Paula replies, looking back at him with an equally serious face, "Let's start then."

<April 16th, Monday 5:15 PM>

You and Paula divulge everything you know so far about Gantz and the game that you know will help Tanjeet. The weekly timer, the bombs in your heads, how the teleporter works, the child in the ball, the fact it only stays in DC and even a slight theory you have regarding the scoring system are all explained to Tanjeet. He listens intently throughout it all and only stops you to ask the odd question, most of which you're unable to answer at the time.

Of the questions he does ask, one of them you manage to formulate a slight idea on how it might work.

"As far we know, whatever Gantz does to determine who it brings in," you note to Tanjeet, "it only seems to do it later in the day. It's a pattern Paula and myself noticed, after we died at a similar time of day, being the late afternoon."

"So then it's most likely not how a person dies, but when...", Tanjeet questions, and then takes his hand from his chin, "And you're sure you don't remember anything else that may have a connection or link as to why you were chosen by that thing?"

"Look Tanjeet, we can speculate about this thing for the rest of night," Paula interjects, looking a little tired from all of the questions, "but the point is we're just as lost on all of the details about it as you are. What matters now is whether or not we can prepare for what will happen ahead."

"It's important to me though...I don't like being in the dark about something," Tanjeet says with slight frustration, and you try to smile to cheer him up, "Alright, so what do you have planned then?"

"Dante and myself organize training sessions for the group," you reply to Tanjeet, "We use them to prepare for the next hunt. Since we don't know what we're gonna hunt next time, the most we can do is get to know our gear, get stronger, and improve our teamwork. Our next one will be..."

>Physical, <Georgetown Heights>
>Gear, <Roosevelt Park>
>Teamwork, <Diamond Auto Parts - Junkyard>
>Write In

>>2362836
>>Teamwork, <Diamond Auto Parts - Junkyard>

>>2362836
>Teamwork

No more shooting allies!

>>2362836
>Gear, <Roosevelt Park>

>>2362857
We shot Kurtis because we were at a bad position and dying of blood loss. I don't think teamwork had much to play there.

>>2362857
Without a reason, if someone is being annoying we can always shoot them

>>2362836
>Teamwork, <Diamond Auto Parts - Junkyard>

We should also "borrow" some walkie-talkies from walmart

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>>2362921
>>2362847
>>2362857

"I'm not too sure about everyone schedules yet," you start, "but we're to meet at Diamond Auto Parts around this time to get familiarized with each other. Teamwork got us through the last hunt, so it'll be better if we're coordinated for the next."

"Hmm, yeah this time can work fine with me actually," Tanjeet says, pondering in his head, "I have no classes on any of my days past four but I am booked in the mornings. I can't say I like this, but we can't exactly escape from this without those precious little points. Either way, just make sure to let me know beforehand, alright?"

"We sure will, and hopefully you brought back your gear with you," you state, to which Tanjeet nods, "Then we've got nothing to really worry about. Just be on time, otherwise you'll miss dinner with us; we sometimes like to bring food for before we start our training."

"Hey Tanjeet! What's the word, are we in or are we out?!", you hear Mattie yelling from the front of the Best Buy and interrupting your train of thought. Tanjeet glares under his gaze and turns his head back to him with a pleasant smile.

"I'll be back in a second with the verdict man, just give me a few more seconds!", he replies back, to which his friend turns back into the store with a thumbs up, and then Tanjeet turns his head to you, "I'll be there next time, just text me when in the week we'll me up. You got my contact, but for now, I gotta run."

Tanjeet leaves for the inside of the Best Buy in a quickened pace. Yet before he heads inside, Paula calls out to him for a second.

"I never got to say it before the mission ended", she says, and Tanjeet looks back to nod his head, "I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you. Thank you Tanjeet, you and Erick saved my life."

Tanjeet smiles at her and nods his head in acknowledgment and pride. Not a second later, he dissapears behind the automatic doors. It occurred to you that, you had yet to say your 'thank you' to him either for what he did for Paula.

'Maybe, there'll be another time we can repay the favor...'

"That was easier than I thought actually...", Paula says, still looking in the direction of the Best Buy, "Alright, where to now Erick, or do you want to call it day for the moment?"

>Carol, touch base with her about the end of the last hunt
>Dante, get word from his stepfather, and try to see if he can help at all with the FBI situation
>Job, start getting a resume going and give Wal-Mart your One-Week notice
>Write In

>>2362979
>>Carol, touch base with her about the end of the last hunt

>>2362979
>Job
No notice yet, wait till we have something lined up