>>2748896
First for cucking Rose with her mom

>>2748896
OH SHIT

>>2748896
O FUCK

>>2748896
NO BRAKES NO BRAKES NO BRAKES

>>2748896
TIME TO DIE

>>2748896
>You are Rose
>ROSE QUEST
Oh. Ohhhhh

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>>2748896

>It's a Rose episode

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May 1, 2015

Mom's been letting you drive her Volt to the temporary grounds of North High because it's so much farther away now. Since the school burned down a couple weeks ago, classes have been held at a local technical college who graciously opened their doors for the students to finish out their school year. It's hard to adjust to sharing the halls with dead-eyed university dropouts, military vets and single moms (brave as they may be).

She thinks you've been carpooling with Alabaster, but there's no way you would share your car with someone so loathsome. He's got two legs. He can walk.

This morning, however, you're surprised to find Alabaster already awake and in the driveway as you pull out of the garage. He's got a giant teddy bear and a bouquet of roses in his hands.

You roll your window down. "What are you doing now, Alabaster? What is that thing?"

"Whoa! I'm sorry, I didn't realize you got deputized into the Bear Police."

"If you think I'm going to drive you to school just because you're toting around that ridiculous--"

"Did I fucking ask you for a ride? Christ you're obnoxious."

You roll your window up and peel out of the driveway.

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>You are Rose Mallory, hot-shit defender of oppressed minorities and three-time champion of the North High Student Council.

>>2748896
>literally "Rose Quest"
Well, fuck, I'll have to wait 'till season 9 to have a Sable Quest. Hopefully we'll have Renee Quest sooner.

>>2748896
Well this was unexpected. ROSE QUEST IS A GO.

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At school, you walk about five paces behind Alabaster as he makes his way to his elective class on East Asian Literature. Surreptitiously, you catch a snippet of his conversation with (ugh) Stackleford:

"You really think she'll say yes?" Stackleford says in his usual creepy, wheezy voice.

"Of course she will. Look, Rose may pretend she's all aloof, but when I drop the bomb on her, she won't know what hit her. She'll say yes."

"She's already gotten like... three or four promposals, and she said no to all of them--"

"Idiot. That's because she isn't into any other guys but me."

You duck into another hallway before he can turn and notice you. Your heart is beating a mile a minute. You put a palm to your lips to steady your jaw against a sudden fit of shivering. It's not cold in here, why are you shivering?

What the fuck is wrong with Alabaster? That stupid prick wants to embarrass you in front of the whole school with a promposal? Who asks their first cousin (once removed) to the prom?

It's all to humiliate you. Of course Alabaster doesn't care about his reputation because this is his last year at North High, but he plans to leave YOU with the permanent label of "girl whose first cousin (once removed) asked her to the prom." One last fuck-you before he's gone for good. That asshole.

...What's the best way to handle this?...

Blowing up at him, acting embarrassed or angry - that's exactly what he wants. It's what he gets off on. That misogynistic jerk. That fucking worm.

You're not going to give him the pleasure. You're going to flip the tables on him: you'll do the unthinkable and say yes.

Oh, how you're going to love the look on his face when you tell him that of course you'll go with him, since he just couldn't find any other willing girl, and you'd hate to see him miss out on a rite of passage like senior prom.

A weirdly incestuous public display of affection becomes your magnanimous concession to Alabaster, the infinite loser. You look like a gracious cousin (once removed) and Alabaster looks like a pathetic weirdo and a creep. It's perfect.

You're a genius.

---

Before lunch, you slip into the restroom. You check your hair in the mirror, touch up your makeup, and test your breath with a cupped hand in front of your mouth. This is all utterly apropos of nothing - you just like to look your best, that's all. Popping a mint, you step back out into the cafeteria, find your usual table, and wait.

>>2748896
>Next week will likely have a very different structure than previous FQ threads
I understand what you meant now

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>>2748925
>"Of course she will. Look, Rose may pretend she's all aloof, but when I drop the bomb on her, she won't know what hit her. She'll say yes."
>Rose
If this is going where I think it is I'll ne so fucking happy.

>>2748925
oh this is gonna be good

>>2748925
OP, you’re so fucking cool

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>>2748925
>ITS ROSE QUEST
>ITS PROM

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It isn't long. Alabaster comes in through the door you're facing, ridiculous teddy bear and bouquet in hand.

Your fellow student council members are yammering on. None of them particularly like Alabaster, and he never eats with you - prefers to eat alone, the creep. Usually they wouldn't pay him any mind, but as you try to calm your erratic breathing, one of the StuCo members - your former vice president, Brock - comments on Alabaster's entrance: "wow, what an idiot... Rose, did you ever find out the bylaws for impeaching a student council president?"

You hold up your hand without even glancing back at him: "Shush--"

He's getting close. You lock eyes with him.

The speech you practiced is suddenly disintegrating in your mind: Of course I'll say yes -- no -- of course, Alabaster, if I need you to -- NO -- don't lose it, Rose, this is an important moment -- of course, if you need someone, I'll be there -- no, damn it, no-- that's not right--

"Rose," Alabaster says. His voice is uncharacteristically warm.

You squeak.

"Will you make me the luckiest senior at North High and go to prom with me?"

"I--" you begin.

"Oh god! I can't believe it! You're the best!"

You turn. A girl you recognize is jumping up and down.

"I was going to ask you! How did you-- Oh my goodness, that thing is huge!"

"What can I say," replies Alabaster, "I couldn't let you ask me without being prepared. Here, I got you these too." He hands her the bouquet of roses. "They... remind me of you..."

She squees. Literally, the noise she makes is "squee." Like a dog's fucking chew toy. Bile rises in your throat.

She throws her arms around him and kisses him, on the mouth, full-on. He kisses her back. People are clapping - they're CLAPPING for this obscene, revolting, ridiculous display.

The world throbs around you. Your vision is blurry at the edges. You try to blink it away, but it won't go away. Your face is wet. Why is your face wet?

Alabaster just asked Rose Catachresis to the prom. Is this a joke? Is he doing this to mess with you? It isn't working. Absolutely absurd. Why do you have the sniffles all of a sudden?

As the two of them walk off hand-in-hand, Brock snorts. "What a pair of shitlords. Rose C is just perfect for Alabaster... why do we even let anime club exist? It's so problema--"

"Brock," you say. Even you can hear how dull and emotionless your voice is. Somehow, you can't bring yourself to wear your usual cheerful mask.

"...Rose?" He says.

"Shut the fuck up."

He shuts up. The rest of lunch period passes in awkward silence as he and the rest of StuCo give you a wide berth.

Brock, who's been your faithful right-hand man since middle school, asks you to prom later that same day. He plays music and presents you with a handmade poster with cutesy slogans on it. You take a special sadistic pleasure in telling him - using your kindest, most gentle tone - that no, you would rather go to prom with a chimpanzee.

>>2748936
>Rose Catachresis
what

>>2748936
>Rose Catachresis
STOP YOU’RE NOT COOL ANY MORE

>>2748936
Holy cow, Alabaster. Is this the “Alabaster is a fucking piece of shit episode.”

>>2748936
>Rose Catachresis
oh my fuck

>>2748952
We’re Rose now, so yes.

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"Daddy... daddy, it's Alabaster. H-he's in trouble..."

As you say this, tears begin to stream down your cheeks.

You slap yourself in the face.

"Too melodramatic. Stupid. No."

You let your wrists go limp and shake your hands about, as if to drain away your anxious energy. Dropping your sad expression, you sniffle back your mucus, wipe your face clean. You look yourself in the rearview mirror of your car. You try again.

"Daddy... it's Alabaster... he's in trouble again..."

You slap yourself in the face.

"Again? Stupid. Stupid. Don't say again. Don't remind him that it's again. Do you want to save the dumb bastard or not?"

You ruffle your hands through your hair and roll your shoulders. You take deep, calming breaths. You rotate your jaw as if chewing on something.

Every interaction - every single interaction - has to be managed carefully. The right words in the right order with the right inflection can get you nearly whatever you want. But you have to be precise, you have to maintain the proper image for the moment. Now more than ever. This might be the most important interaction of your life: this is the interaction that decides what happens to Alabaster.

You check your phone. The pin indicator still shows Alabaster inside an evidence locker in a San Francisco FBI field office.

Thank goodness he never found out you put that tracking app back on his phone.

You give yourself one last reassuring glance in the mirror before stepping out of the car and walking up the driveway of your family home.

>>2748936
>Rose Catachresis
aaaaaaaaa

>>2748936
>He hands her the bouquet of roses. "They... remind me of you..."
Ten out of fucking ten eat a dick Rose M but only if you want to

>>2748936
>Rose Catachresis
OP, my brain hurts already, don't do this.

>>2748936
>Weeb Rose
I FUCKING LOVE YOU OP

>Rose Catachresis
Oh OP you sly bastard

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>>2748925

Prime waifu material.

>>2748936

>Rose Catachresis

>>2748958
>Thank goodness he never found out you put that tracking app back on his phone.
ha

Man, I am actually really excited for Saul

>>2748958
We need to treat Rose really nicely when all this is done

>>2748958
>Thank goodness he never found out you put that tracking app back on his phone.
Rose is so best it hurts

>>2748974
Rose likes being treated like shit though

>>2748974
Yeah, even if it’s only once, we need to show Rose that deep, deep, deep, DEEP down inside, Alabaster loves her.

>>2748936
>As the two of them walk off hand-in-hand, Brock snorts. "What a pair of shitlords. Rose C is just perfect for Alabaster... why do we even let anime club exist? It's so problema--"

>Rose Catachresis

*LOUD SCREAMING*

Rose is the absolute best and I hope there's a really nice scene with her later.

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Dad is in the living room, reading a newspaper. You gently pull it down.

"Rosey, baby, what's wrong?" He says.

"Daddy... it's Alabaster. He's in trouble."

Mom comes in from the kitchen, a glass of wine in her hand and a serious expression on her face. "Alabaster?" She says. "Oh no... honey, what's happened?"

Dad's expression is much less concerned. More like angry.

"I think... I think he got arrested," you say.

Dad tosses his newspaper aside. "Again? Goddamn it." He's standing, hands on hips, shaking his head.

"Goddamn it" is right. This is already going south. You need to pull out some real waterworks here.

You fall to your knees, sobbing. "Daddy... I'm so scared... you have to help him. You have to!"

"Maybe that little shit should fend for himself," dad says. "If I keep bailing him out, he'll never learn."

You cover your eyes with the crook of your arm and redouble your sobbing. Mom squats down and rubs your back to soothe you.

"Dear..." she says, to dad. "Don't you think you're being--"

"No, Charlotte. No. You're not going to talk me into it this time."

"Saul." Her voice isn't as soft now.

"Goddamn it. That ungrateful, criminal little twerp." His voice draws nearer - he must be standing over you. "What is it this time, Rose, huh? Another goddamn arson?"

"No..." you say. "It's... I don't know! I don't know what it is! They took him away to... to the FBI field office in San Francisco... oh god, Daddy, please, help him..."

You hear the sound of ruffling as dad grabs his things - coat, briefcase, car keys - and he barges out of the house without another word.

"It's okay, Rose sweetie... your father is going to help in any way he can."

"You promise?" You say.

"Promise."

You stand. Some of these tears are real, you think. "I need to lie down," you say.

"Of course. Do you want me to make some tea?"

"I'm fine," you reply as you're already on your way up the stairs.

You don't go to your room. You go to the attic. In a tool box, you find an electric drill and a fat, heavy-gauge bit.

You make a brief stop-over in your room to put on some sad music, and blare it loud enough to cover up the work at hand.

In Alabaster's room, you pull open his PC tower, plug in your drill, and destroy both of the hard drives mounted inside. His laptop and the spare flash drives on his desk get the same treatment. And then the portable hard drive stashed under the moulding near his nightstand, and then the old laptop stashed on a shelf in the back of his closet, and the flash drive he's got taped to the underide of his bed frame, and the CD-r discs he has in a book at the bottom of a box in the corner.

You sit on the floor among the destroyed electronics, giving your frayed mind just a moment to rest.

Then you stand and head for your bedroom, drill in hand, to repeat the process.

>>2748987
It’s been said multiple times this thread, but Rise really is best.

>>2748987
>Then you stand and head for your bedroom, drill in hand, to repeat the process.
>Rose has files that would get her in trouble with the FBI
oh.

>>2748987
a moment of silence for all that porn

>>2748998
Should have kept cloud backups.

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>>2748993
>Rise

I agree but she's not in this quest.

>>2749001
Whoa now. Rise's great, but everyone knows the best P4 girl is Kanji

>>2748987
It's gonna be sad when we get mad at Rose for destroying all out porn. And probably something plot relevant.

>>2748993
I like Chie better.

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Choose who to follow next.

>>2748987
Operator Rose is a go.

>>2749010
Cerise

>>2749010
You know what? Whitney's been pretty shafted this season, and I want to see her thought process at work.

[X] Whitney

>>2749010
We haven't seen Whitney in a while.

>>2748987
Am I the only who wouldn't think twice about cucking the shit out of Mr. Mallory at this point

>>2749010

Clmoar Rose

>>2749010
Oh lord. Saul not an option?

[X] Whitney

Let me be the retard.

>>2749010
>Whitney but these are all good this is a hard decision

>>2749010
Y'know who we haven't seen in a good long time who's probably doing something relevant?
Whitney.
I'm curious.

>>2749010

Rose!

>>2749010
>[X] Whitney
More intesting/fun plus we haven't seen her in a while

>>2749010
Cerise

>>2749010
Rose

>>2749010
>[X] Whitney
I want to know how her dumb luck works on first person.

After all these years and complaints, Whitney Quest is actually a thing.

>>2749010
WHITNEY QUEST

>>2749010
Whitney

>>2749010
Also, OP, Ally' favorite game series is Persona. Who's his favorite girl?

>>2749010
Whitney.

Whitney it is! Closing and writing.

>>2749010
WHITNEY

>>2749010
>[x] Whitney
Who fucking cares anymore

>>2749037
Oh goddamnit I missed the vote.
Oh well, I’ll do everything in my power to continue her irrelevance.

I hate Euro hours. When I come back I better have some of the best Whitney banter all season. Don't mess up too hard /fq/ers

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You are Whitney Price, hot-shit anime-nerd virgin devirginer and trap trainer.

You sit on the couch in Alex's living room, watching an episode of that old 90s sitcom, Dinosaurs. It's the one that ends with the ice age killing everyone. You demolish a bag of flamin' hot Cheetos as the grim finale draws to a close.

"What about the baby?" You mutter. "That's messed up. They're gonna kill the fucking baby and everything."

Alex comes in through the front door. He's hours early.

He breezes past, head low, straight toward his bedroom. Not a single word, not even hello.

Not on your watch! You wash your hands in the kitchen sink and dash after him. You stop him just in time, before he can close and lock his door.

"Hey," you say, pretending to punch him in the shoulder. "You're just gonna ignore your big sister like that? Why the long face?"

"Please... leave me alone," Alex says. He tries to shut the door, but you force it open and step inside.

"Don't be like that. Otherwise I'll have to spank ya."

"It's all over. It doesn't matter anymore."

"Okay, whoa. That's some suicidal-type talk right there. What the heck is going on?"

You steer him by the shoulders to his bed and sit him down.

"Ally hates me," he says.

You laugh. "Hates you? He's head over heels for you! You turned him gayer than the 1890s!"

"The... 1890s?" Alex says, confused despite his sadness.

"It's a reference. Look it up. Wow. Don't you read?"

"I know he hates me," Alex says. "He said so himself."

You nudge him. "Ally tells me he hates me all the time! Give him a few hours to get over himself and he'll be trying to get into your pants all over again. It's, like, his cycle."

Alex starts to cry again. "Whitney... do you know anything about David Darkbloom... killing Ally's parents?"

Your breathing stops. You almost puke. "What."

"Ally says David Darkbloom killed his parents."

This is the first you've heard of that. Ally sent you a text when he got back from his little trip, but all it said was that he'd talk to you later.

"And... because I work for Mr. Darkbloom... Ally hates me... he really hates me..."

You stand up and pace in worried circles. You can't believe this. That fucking billionaire asshole killed Mr. and Mrs. Soliloquy. Ally must have found proof of it last night. You need to talk to him - right now.

But then there's Alex, lying on the bed in the fetal position, weeping pathetically.

[ ] Comfort Alex first.
[ ] Try to get in touch with Ally.

>>2749078
Comfort, tell him we're going to call Ally and figure what the hell is going on

>>2749078
>[x] Try to get in touch with Ally.

>>2748915
Pretty much every episode of season 2 after, like, 5 has gotten this face out of me.

>>2749078
>[x] Comfort Alex first.

>>2749078
[X] Comfort Alex

>>2749078
>[x] Comfort Alex first.

>>2749088
support

>>2749078
>Comfort Alex first
PROTECT HIM

>>2749078
>[x] Comfort Alex first.

>>2749078
>[x] Comfort Alex first.

>>2749078

[x] comfort Alex

>>2749078
>[X] Comfort Alex first.

>>2749078
>[x]Try to get in touch with Ally

>>2749078
>[x] Comfort Alex first.

>>2749078
>[ ] Comfort Alex first.

Whitney Price, trap protector.

>>2749078
>[x] Comfort Alex first.

>>2749078
>[x] Try to get in touch with Ally.

>>2749078
>[ ] Try to get in touch with Ally.
As much as my heart tells me to comfort the trap this is kinda more urgent. Plus if we can get Ally to apologize to Alex it'll solve both problems

>>2749078
>[x] Try to get in touch with Ally.

I get the feeling if Whitney calls Alabaster while he's with the FBI we're gonna get in deeper shit.

>>2749122
We’re going to get into deeper shit no matter what happens. It’s all a matter of when.

>[x] Comfort Alex first.

Closing, and writing.

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>[x] Comfort Alex first.

You crawl into Alex's bed and cuddle up with him - playing the big spoon to his little spoon.

"I told you to leave me alone," Alex says. His voice is muffled by his pillow.

"Nuh-uh," you say.

You nuzzle his cheek and hug him tight. "Ally doesn't hate you," you repeat, "I know he doesn't. In fact... he's in love with you!"

"How would you even know that."

Okay, he called that bluff. Time to double down. "He told me so."

Alex turns around in your arms. He looks you in the eyes. "No he didn't. He did?" His voice is hopeful.

"Yep!" This is a lie, but you'll put a gun to Ally's head to make him play along, if you have to. "He didn't want me to say anything because he's struggling with, like, all these new emotions and shit. It's hard to fall in love with a guy if you think you're straight."

"But you didn't hear what he said to me," Alex insists. "Even if he loved me before..."

"Ally is emotional right now. If he thinks Darkbloom killed his mom and dad... I mean, wouldn't you be mad if someone murdered your parents?"

Alex nods.

"Hell, I'm mad for Ally too. I feel like throttling that bastard, if you wanna know the truth."

"You think it's true? He killed them?"

You shrug. "Maybe. If Ally said so, I believe it."

Alex feels weak and tiny. He shakes his head violently and it hardly jostles you. "It can't be true... it can't! If it's true, then that means Ms. Guiteau is part of it too... and I can't believe that. Ms. Guiteau is a good person!"

There's that name again. Ms. Guiteau. Alex hardly ever shuts up about that broad.

"Why don't we take a nap--" you begin.

Alex pushes you away, palms shoving against your flat chest. He struggles out of bed and stands up. He teeters a bit before catching his balance.

"No... no, I have to go back to work... I have to talk to Ms. Guiteau about this... I need to know the truth."

This kid is headed for a walk down slit-wrist lane if he keeps going on like this.

[ ] Let him go talk to his boss on his own.
[ ] Tag along and help him.

>>2749159
>[x] Let him go talk to his boss on his own.

>>2749159
>Tag along and help him

>>2749159
that was cute as fuck

>[x] Tag along and help him.
Let's be honest, there's no way he's getting anywhere in that conversation without someone backing him up

>>2749159
>[ ] Tag along and help him.
I wanna see Whitney roast her. Just watching the dumbest character interact with the smartest is gonna be a trat

>>2749159

[x] tag along and help him

>>2749159
>[X] Tag along and help him.

>>2749159
>[x] Tag along and help him.

>>2749159
>[x] Tag along and help him.

>[x] Tag along
As garbage is both of these choices are, I think we can all agree that Whitney will actually get something done.

>>2749159
>[x] Tag along and help him.
Alex needs back up for dealing Sable.

>>2749159
>[x] Tag along and help him.

A meeting between Whitney and Sable has everything I could possibly want.

>>2749159
Kissing him was a mistake. He doesn't deserve to be embroiled in all this drama.
>[x] Tag along and help him.

>>2749159
>[x]Tag along and help him.

>[x]Tag along and help him.

Here we go!

>>2749183
>kissing him was a mistake
No regrets. Hell we're gonna kiss him as soon as we seem him again

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>>2749194
>>2749159

Whitney may just be the cure we need for this plague of hyperintelligence.

>>2749159
[X] tag along

>>2749205
Yeah here's to hoping Whitney can smooth things over with her dumb charisma

>[x]Tag along and help him.
WHITNEY QUEST A GO

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>[x] Tag along and help him.

"Please get out of my car."

"No."

"Please get out of my car, Whitney."

"No."

Alex softly bashes his own head against his steering wheel in frustration, again and again.

"I'm not trying to be mean," he says. "We're in the middle of a mission critical product roll-out. You don't even have an employee badge. How am I supposed to get you in..."

"You're the head honcho's favorite mook's favorite coffee boy! You're like two steps down from being CEO. They'll let me in if you tell them to." You pause, thinking. "Besides, I need to meet this chick who keeps pushing you around. I mean - what kind of dumb bitch thinks it's okay to just push you around? So stop whining and let's get going already."

Alex turns the key in the ignition. He glances over at you. "Please don't mess anything up, okay?"

"Scout's honor."

He cocks his head. "You were a scout?"

You roll your eyes. "It's a figure of speech, you fag."

"Whitney..."

"No offense. I don't mean fag in the gay way. I mean it in the you're a fag way."

Alex pulls out of his parking spot and starts down the road.

>>2749235
>"No offense. I don't mean fag in the gay way. I mean it in the you're a fag way."
Whitney quest is Best quest.

>>2749235
>"Besides, I need to meet this chick who keeps pushing you around. I mean - what kind of dumb bitch thinks it's okay to just push you around? So stop whining and let's get going already."
>"No offense. I don't mean fag in the gay way. I mean it in the you're a fag way."
Based Whitney

>>2749235
god i love whitney
not so much dicking her but whitney is great

>>2749235
This can only go well

>"No offense. I don't mean fag in the gay way. I mean it in the you're a fag way."
Best

>>2749235
Whitney is best in moderation

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At the security checkpoint, you stay by Alex's side as he swipes his badge in the scanner and pushes past the turnstile. It all goes smoothly until a rent-a-cop grabs you by the arm and stops you on the other side.

"Miss, you need to scan your badge too."

"She's with me," Alex says. "She's a visitor... uh, a contractor, actually... here to verify the... the..."

His nervousness is getting the better of him. "I'm here to verify the flux capacitors on the proton majiggers," you say.

Nailed it. You glance at Alex, smiling proudly.

"No such thing," the wannabe mall cop says. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

"No such thing?" You say. "How the fuck should you know, professor? What college did you graduate from? Do you have a PhD in fluxology? Cause I do!"

"I'm giving you to the count of three, and then I'm going to call the police--"

"Let her in," comes a voice from behind. You turn. It's David Darkbloom.

>>2749280
OH BOY OH BOY THIS IS GOING TO GO TERRIBLY

>>2749280
>It's David Darkbloom.
Is Whitney gonna punch Darkbloom instead of Camelia this time?

>>2749280
Ha, we're fucked in so many ways.

>>2749280
>tfw the security guard graduated summa cum laude with a degree in Proton Majigger Engineering

>>2749280
I crave death so desperately

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"It's nice to see you, Whitney," he says.

"The pleasure's all yours," you sneer.

"How have you been?" He lays a hand on your shoulder. You shudder, push him away.

"Hands off, old man."

He just laughs. "Have you reconsidered our job offer? It would be so nice to have you aboard."

"Go fuck yourself," you say.

"Whitney..." Alex says, nervously tugging on your shirt sleeve. "He let you in. Please don't antagonize him."

"She's fine, Mr. Best. In fact, I rather like the fire in her. You two must be here to interrogate Sable. Am I correct?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Darkbloom," Alex says. "I know she's not an employee, but she's... ah... moral support, if you will..."

"I completely understand," Darkbloom says. "Whitney is a fine young woman -- you could do a lot worse. It makes me happy to see the two of you hitting it off so well."

"Every second you spend talking to me is another second you aren't shoving your own dick up your own asshole. Mr. Darkbloom." You step past him, head for the elevators with Alex.

"When you're done," Darkbloom calls after you, "please come see me. You should have my side of the story as well, right?"

>>2749307
WHITNEY DIES TODAY

>>2749307
fuck

>>2749311
yeah im kinda worried about this
no way the most powerful man in the world enjoys being verbally decked like that
or maybe he does

>>2749307

Look at this understanding parental figure, he can't possibly be the culprit.

>>2749311
Darkbloom strongarming the Russian mafia into abducting Ally and strongarming him some rationality into him fucking when

>>2749307
Fuck. I'm still trusting this bastard and I don't event know why. Maybe is because he's so clearly antagonistic?

>>2748952
It's not his fault she can't admit her feelings about him

>>2749311
STOP!!! SHE'S TOO CUTE TO DIE!!!

>>2749336
Yeah I'm starting to feel like he didn't actually kill the parents. Maybe Mara did it to mess up the Sand Reckoner project.

Just in case it isn’t obvious, if we go see David, he’s going to try that no suffering shit on Whitney. If even Alabaster didn’t, there is no fucking way that she will have the mental fortitude to escape.

>>2749373
He's not. Ally didn't have a fun time with it so he has to go back to the drawing board and fix what went wrong

>>2749373

Alternatively, since she's already draining Ally's semen for her succubus schemes and living with a superior trap, the device does nothing.

I thought it only worked with the implant, and I don't think Whitney has one?

>>2749399
Ally’s implant got a perfect read on Whitney. It’ll just use that collected data to build her profile.

>>2749336
It just feels TOO obvious to me, to be entirely honest. I mean he’s obviously delusional and willing to go to immoral lengths to achieve his “Noble” goal, the road to hell is paved with good intentions, blah blah blah, but just this once I feel like he might not have been the one to commit this particular crime. Like we’re missing something. Of course, I may just be overthinking it.

>>2749407
I assume it delivers the VR through the implant, too, since it seemed like full dive style.

>>2749410
And by “This particular crime” I meant killing Alabaster and the other’s parents, if it wasn’t obvious.

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On your way to Sable Guiteau's office, you walk past a miniature army of robo-bunnies marching down the basement hallways, followed by a miniature army of the dorks who love them.

"Wacky place you work in," you mumble.

Even Alex can agree with that. "It gets a little strange sometimes."

And then, past a few more doors, there she is: the boss from hell, stooped over her keyboard in her office, white as a fucking ghost. Frozen like time stopped. Staring at nothing.

"Ms. Guiteau?" Alex says timidly. "Are you--"

She turns around in her chair. "Alex," she says. Her personality does a complete 180, just like that. Suddenly she's bright and cheerful. "You came back. You left so suddenly - I thought I lost you... I didn't know what to do."

He shakes his head. "No! I'm here! I just--"

"You're gonna lose him if you don't tell us what you know," you say, stepping forward. "Weird-ass robot fucker."

Sable looks at you, confused. "I don't... who are you, exactly?"

Alex introduces you, but Sable's confused expression only deepens. "You're Whitney?" She says. "I don't believe it."

"Did Psycho McMoneybags upstairs kill Ally's mom and dad?" You demand.

Sable rubs her forehead. "Alex, please see this awful girl out. This isn't the time to talk about this--"

You grab her shoulders and wheel her backwards a few steps. Just to show her who's in control (you, duh). She tenses in your grip.

"This is exactly the time," you say. "What do you know?"

"We launch in two hours!" Sable says. "Unhand me! I'm not going to let myself be browbeaten by some idiot lesb--"

You slap her. Her head jerks, she clutches at her reddening cheek.

"Whitney! Stop!" Alex cries. He pulls you off of Sable. "I told you not to get carried away!"

"Try again," you say. "What do you know?"

"If I answer you," Sable says, "will you go away?"

"Maybe."

She shakes her head and seethes. But then she tells you.

Alabaster, Amber, Anna: Camelia, Catachresis, Galatea. A lot of it goes over your head, but you understand the important bits. Eyeballs getting plucked out, weird doohickeys getting shoved in. Would Darkbloom kill to keep this information from getting out? Sable claims she doesn't know, but you're still skeptical.

She also explains that she disagrees with Darkbloom's methods. Sable is a weirdo, one of those crazy genius types, but you can at least believe she's honest about this. The way she describes her desire to improve the world sounds genuine. And importantly, she didn't have anything to do with Darkbloom's fuckery insider Ally's skull. (You do some slow mental math to confirm this. If Ally was 5 at the time, and Sable is 26... that means... carry the 2... okay, she was too young to be doing surgeries at the time. You think.)

>>2749421
Detective Whitney is on the case!

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Near the end of Sable's explanation, her PC makes a ding.

"Ping," she says.

"It was more of a ding to my ears," you say.

She uses her feet to scoot her chair up to her desk again. "Ping," she repeats. "It pinged."

"What pinged, Ms. Guiteau?" Alex asks.

Sable pulls up a browser window that shows a map of the world. She zooms in on a pin indicator: an address in Oakland. "Penelope. It pinged."

"Who is Penelope?" You say.

"Not who. What. This is it... this is what I needed. I could complete Sand Reckoner tonight--"

Sable busily writes down the address. She hands it Alex. "Go there. I'm authorizing you to spend however much money they want for it. $10 million, $100 million, it doesn't matter. You have the full faith and credit of Darkbloom Analytics backing you up. Can I trust you?"

Alex salutes her. He actually salutes her, the dork. "Yes, Ms. Guiteau! If you need this-- whatever it is--"

You grab the paper from him. "What is this shit, the army? Why do you need this Penelope thing so bad?"

"Do you want to know the truth about what happened to Alabaster's parents? About anything you ever wondered? Penelope is the biological interface needed to go alongside my work. Their union is the final step in realizing Sand Reckoner. I was going to have to find a way rebuild it from scratch... but there it is, just a few miles away..."

You look at the sheet of paper in your hands.

If nothing else, having possession of this device, whatever it is, would be -- what's the word? -- leverage.

[ ] Go.
[ ] Refuse.

And:

[ ] See Darkbloom on your way out.
[ ] Blow him off.

>>2749421
How does Sable know about Whitney?

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>>2749421
>If Ally was 5 at the time, and Sable is 26... that means... carry the 2... okay, she was too young to be doing surgeries at the time.

>>2749431
>[ ] Go.
>[ ] See Darkbloom on your way out.

>>2749431
>[X ] Go.

>[X ] Blow him off.

>>2749431
>[x] Go.
>[x] Blow him off.

>>2749431
[X] Go.
[X] See Darkbloom on your way out.

>>2749431
Go.
Blow him off.

>>2749431
>[x] Go.
>[x] See Darkbloom on your way out.

>>2749431
>[X] Go.
>And:
>[X] Blow him off.

>>2749431
>[X] Go.
>[x] Blow him off.

Leave him to stick his dick in his ads.

>>2749432
I’d assume Alex has mentioned her. Probably with lots of glowing praise, which would explain why she was so confused by the actual Whitney.

>>2749431
>[x] Go.
>[x] See Darkbloom on your way out.

>2749431
>[X] Go
>[X] See Fuckface on your way out

>>2749431
>[X] Go
>[X] See Darkbloom on your way out

We're never going to find out why Darkbloom killed Ally's parents

>>2749431

>[ ] Go.

>[ ] See Darkbloom on your way out.

Gotta get that evidence.

>>2749431
>[X] Go.
>[X] Blow him off.

>>2749431
>[ ] Go.
>[ ] See Darkbloom on your way out.

>>2749431
go

see darkbloom i guess?

I feel like whitney is going to make a move on darkbloom's jugular tho if she does meet with him

>>2749431
no no no no no no no no
>[x] Go
>[x] Darkbloom
I know what I’m asking for.

>>2749431
>Go
>See Darkbloom

I fe like we're gonna see him regardless.

>>2749431
> [X] Go.
> [X] See Darkbloom on your way out.

>[ ] Go.
>[ ] See Darkbloom on your way out.

Closing and writing!

>>2749431
>[x] Go.
>[x] See Darkbloom on your way out.

>>2749431
>[ ] Go.
>[ ] See Darkbloom on your way out.

>>2749482
He’s excited, we’re fucked.

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>[x] See Darkbloom on your way out.
>[x] Blow him off.

You and Alex sit across from Darkbloom in a lush executive dining room. You hungrily gnaw on a lobster tail.

"It pinged," Darkbloom says.

"Seriously?" You say. "First of all, how do you know? Second of all, it was a ding. I swear you people need to get your ears checked. It was totally a ding. Ding. Like that."

Darkbloom steeples his fingers. "I would go myself, or send someone, but it wouldn't do. She would know I'm coming. So you're the perfect person for this. If you--"

He stops, grimacing. "Whitney, please stop splashing butter everywhere. It's unseemly."

"Are you kidding me?" You say. "I'm eating on the run here. I gotta cram this five star shit down my mouth while I can." You cup a hand over your mouth. "Hey, waiter! More lobster! And some fucking coke, too!"

"Do you mean Coca-Cola, miss?" he says uncertainly.

"Yeah!" You look back at Darkbloom, laughing. "What did Ask Jeeves over there think I wanted, cocaine? Haha."

Alex stares at his lap, blushing.

"You're an interesting girl, Whitney," Darkbloom says.

"And you're an asshole." You point at him with the remains of your lobster tail. "You killed Ally's parents. Fucking prove you didn't."

"I cannot prove it, but I can answer your questions with full transparency. I'd like to get to know you better. I think we could make a good team."

"Enough with this dark side bullshit, Vader. Why do you need this MacGuffin?"

"MacGuffin?"

"It's a reference. Look it up--"

"It's an important part of my life's work," Darkbloom says. He launches into an explanation about ending suffering or some stupid shit, and you pretend to fall asleep.

"Fine," Darkbloom says, tossing his napkin on the table. "I see the details don't interest you. That's all right, being a big picture thinker is the mark of a gifted intelligence. So how's this. If you retrieve Penelope, deliver it to Alabaster - I'm sure you trust him, if you don't trust me. He'll understand the need to turn it over, in due time."

"Mmmff mff," you say through a mouthful of food - your attempt at "whatever."

"The woman who has it is dangerous," Darkbloom warns. "You've already overpowered her once, but try to use a softer touch this time. You can win her over through your shared connection to Alabaster."

You swallow hard. "Camelia?" You say.

"Indeed. She thinks she knows everything, but she has her blind spots. Alabaster is one. That device, in her hands, could do irreparable damage. It is imperative that, if nothing else, Alabaster has it. At least then it won't be weaponized."

>>2749537
>she has her blind spots

>>2749537
>He launches into an explanation about ending suffering or some stupid shit, and you pretend to fall asleep.
And to think anyone actually hates Whitney.

So is Penelope the 4th implant? And why wouldn't it have pinged earlier? And how the fuck could it be weaponized?

>>2749537
So, Penelope is autism?

>>2749537
>He launches into an explanation about ending suffering or some stupid shit, and you pretend to fall asleep.
whitney is so good

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>>2749537

I don't know what to believe anymore! Whitney is a pretty fun protagonist though!

>>2749537
>That's all right, being a big picture thinker is the mark of a gifted intelligence.
If you still don't believe that David is a manipulative fucker then there's something wrong with you

>>2749576
Maybe just a sarcastic one in this case

>>2749576
Sounds more like he's being a huge dork and trying to sweet talk a girl that doesn't speak his language.

>>2749537
>"It's a reference. Look it up--"
I love that she keeps using this line, it's very Whitney.

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It may have been minutes or hours - you have no way to tell time in this featureless white box. But finally, a man in a nice fitted suit enters the interrogation room. You know him already.

He sits across from you at the metal table.

"I just won $50," Agent Cohle tells you. "Agent Cooper -- remember him? -- he made a bet on how long it would be before you ended up back in this room. Put the over-under at five years. I took the under."

"Good for you," you say.

He kicks back. "Alabaster Soliloquy," he says as he flips through a manila file folder. "I never did mention -- that is one hell of a name, young man. Whoever came up with that one deserves a medal."

"It's French, actually," you say.

"Oh really? How interesting."

"Yeah. Roughly translated, it means: 'I want a lawyer.'"

Cohle sets the file folder down, laughs. "Okay, that's a good one. You got me." He leans in, elbows on the table, and keeps his voice low as if letting you in on a secret: "we can get you a lawyer, but that isn't your best move here."

You say nothing.

He leans back again, frowning. When you still say nothing, he opens the file folder, pulls out a set of glossy color photos, and arrays them on the shiny tabletop. They make your stomach turn: gory pictures of men in biker gear with their heads split open. You look away.

"Pretty sick stuff, yeah," Cohle says. "I'm gonna cut the bullshit here. These men you helped kill are Russian mob. Very, very nasty people. When things like this happen to their footsoldiers, they repay the favor - and then some. Have you ever seen a man flayed alive?"

You close your eyes and shake your head.

The door of the room clicks open. Noelle enters.

"Hello liar," you say.

"Hello murderer," she replies. She glances down at her partner. "I'll take it from here, Cohle."

He bites his tongue, even if he doesn't seem happy about it, and leaves the room. He takes the photos with him.

>>2749537
The hell is going on. Who to trust and who not to trust.

>>2749581
Ehhh? Sarcasm wouldn't really fit in this context

>>2749584
Sweet talk is one of the first steps of manipulaton. Hit them with some kind words before requesting something. Which is exactly what he's doing here

>>2749606
well this is off to a terrific start

>>2749606
Hang on. Did Ally even shoot anyone during that chase? I thought he was just trying to get rose to not shoot? Noelle can't pin those murders on us.

>>2749606
Oh come on, we murdered some Russian mobsters. We practically did the FBI a favor

>>2749606
How the FUCK did they know?

>>2749607
Darkbloom. That guy has a plan

>>2749614
We have a list a mile long of other shit..

>>2749614
They can do whatever they want though.

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"I want a lawyer," you repeat.

"You're not getting one," Noelle says simply.

"Excuse me? That isn't--"

She kicks the table, causing its legs to screech across the floor, and you to jump back in fright. "Shut up," she commands.

You obey.

"You're not getting a lawyer. This is a matter of national security, which means all those warm and fuzzy constitutional rights they taught you about in civics? Superseded. You've got one chance here, Mr. Soliloquy. I'm offering you a sweetheart deal, since I like you so much, and you've got good taste in anime. If you tell me everything I want to know before I walk out that door again, you'll have immunity. Your friends, too. The US government won't press a single charge against you - you'll walk free. It's called 'queen for a day.' So what do you say, Alabaster? Do you feel like a queen?"

You fold your arms and stare her down. She stares you right back.

You think she's serious.

And what's more, despite doing your best not to show it, you're about ready to shit yourself.

Directly refusing your request for a lawyer cannot be legal. And if she's willing to break the law, what else is she willing to do? Is coming clean your best option?

"Don't waste my fucking time," Noelle says. "Or it's only going to get worse for you. Ever hear of extraordinary rendition? Gitmo? Waterboarding?"

You bow your head, stare at the shiny chrome tabletop. This can't be happening.

"Let's start with the 421 Boyz. Was Marquis Kang with you when you killed those Russians?"

"I..." you begin. "He--"

"What the hell is going on here?" You look up. It's Mr. Mallory.

>>2749606
>"Hello murderer," she replies.
Self defense you dumb cunt, I know this is California and all but fuck that they shot first.

>>2749622
MOTHERFUCKIN SAUL TO THE RESCUE

>>2749622
>"What the hell is going on here?" You look up. It's Mr. Mallory.
By god that's Saul Mallory's music!

>>2749622
OBJECTION!

>>2749622
>"What the hell is going on here?" You look up. It's Mr. Mallory.
The hero we needed!

>>2749622

Scrying spell saves the day again.

>>2749622
I don't feel the least bit rescued for some reason.

>>2749622
>It's Mr. Mallory
[CORNERED INTENSIFIES]

>>2749622
>Let's start with the 421 Boyz
I love how that's what they're being called now. Kinda confused why Noelle calls them that though

>>2749644
That's their name. It's from Kay's chart.

>>2749644
Yeah, that's literally the name of their street gang.

>>2749641

Which games Cornered though?

>>2749655
Was it? I don't remember

>miss rose quest
>miss WHITNEY QUEST
>just in time for OBJECTIONS

>>2749659
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rr9AVYDEeMQ
I don't care if Phoenix isn't in this one, this theme is the fuckin best

>>2749622
I love the everloving fuck out of Saul Mallory

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>>2749660
Yes indeed.

>>2748936
>Alabaster just asked Rose Catachresis to the prom.
> after a girl in the student council asked you to prom.

So is Ally still in the simulation? Is his memory tampered with? Do we still need to
>[x]WAKE UP

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"Did I hear your partner correctly out in the hall there?" Saul says. "You're trying to offer my client some fantasy immunity deal contingent on not speaking to a lawyer? I know you feds like botching cases, but you could at least try not to hand it to me on a silver platter. Make it at least a little hard."

Noelle only frowns at him.

Saul laughs. "If you're going to spit on the constitution like that... just put a damn burlap sack on his head and whisk him away to a black site why don't you, you wannabe fascist."

"That comes next," Noelle snaps.

Saul tilts his head just slightly, staring back at Noelle like he can't believe what he just heard.

"I'm not the local sheriff," Noelle says. "I'm the special agent in charge of the FBI's cyber crimes division. Your JD doesn't mean shit to me."

"It means a lot to the federal court system," Saul says. He shrugs. "I'm used to it not meaning much to cops, though. From the sheriff on through to special agent in charge of whatever-the-fuck. Never bothered me before, doesn't bother me now."

"Alabaster Soliloquy is suspected in a whole slew of major felonies," Noelle says, "including sabotaging Darkbloom Analytics - a major contractor with the US government on national security issues. Your adopted son is quite likely responsible for the 3/10 hack. I could, and should, throw him in a deep, dark hole where no one like you can get at him."

"Do that, and in a year's time you won't even be able to work as a mall cop," Saul growls. "I'll make sure of it."

"Or you could go in the hole with him."

Saul doesn't flinch.

"You've got 10 minutes," Noelle says.

"I'm going to record the conversation with my client," he says. "You had better not."

"Uh huh."

She steps out.

>>2749681
Contrary to popular belief OP is still a human and is able to make mistakes

>>2749681
The other characters (obviously) are making conscious choices. That makes no sense if Ally's just along for the ride.

>>2749690
absolutely based

>>2749692
Mistakes can be made on purpose, though. OP is wily like that.

>>2749690
It's nice watching Noelle get BTFO. I don't know how anybody could still like that bitch

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"Thank God you're here," you say as Saul sets up a tape recorder. "I was almost--"

Saul rushes you and grabs you by the collar. "What did you do?" He demands. "What did you do? You piece of shit! You ungrateful psychopath! I never should have let you inside my home! What did you do?!"

You struggle against him - impossible, with one hand chained to the leg of the table. "I didn't-- it's not--"

"Is Rose involved? Did you get my daughter mixed up in this? Tell me! So help me God, Alabaster!"

You finally push him off. "Yes," you say.

"You're a cancer," Saul says. He straightens his coat and sneers at you. "I can't believe you. I can't believe I ever let Rose and Charlotte convince me to take you in. And to keep you after the first time we went through this. You're an absolute--"

"I'm in love with your daughter," you say.

"What."

You glance away. "Don't make me say that again. Jesus."

He shakes his head. "You're cousins."

"Once rem--"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm sick of hearing that. You're also siblings -- by law. Do you think you're helping your case here by telling me you want to commit incest with my little girl?"

"I don't care what happens to me," you say. "Just make sure it doesn't get back to Rose... or Cerise... or anyone else I care about."

Saul sits down across from you. "Start from the beginning," he says.

>>2749703
? Just cause they can be doesn't mean all of them are. It doesn't really make all that much sense if we were still in a simulation and it would be incredibly boring if we were. Makes this entire chapter kinda redundant and considering the fact that we only have so many left the whole "lel simulation" thing would just be plain annoying and frustrating

>>2749714
Good lord, where the fuck do we even start. Ten minutes? It's TOO MUCH.

>>2749714
I wanna cuck him so bad.

>>2749714
>"Start from the beginning," he says.
Shit, Alabaster only has 10 minutes.Condensing this is going to be tricky.

>>2749714
>Saul sits down across from you. "Start from the beginning," he says.

Pfft. If I had a dime for every time I successfully tried to explain the FICTION of FQ to someone I'd be broke. Good fucking luck, Alabaster Soliloquy

>>2749719
>Good lord, where the fuck do we even start.
Better figure that out soon. I bet OP is gonna make this all write-ins

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Choose your character.

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>>2749714
>"I'm in love with your daughter," you say.

>>2749726
[x] Cerise

>>2749726
[x] Cerise

>>2749726
>Cerise.

>>2749725
DON'T GIVE HIM MORE IDEAS HE'S USED ENOUGH.

>>2749726
Fuuuuuuuuck don't do this. Uh, uh, uh.

>[x]Cerise

>>2749726
Door #3, Monty.

>>2749726
>[x] Cerise.

>>2749726
[x]WHITNEY QUEST EPISODE 2

>>2749726
[X] Cerise

>>2749726
>[X] Cerise

>>2749726
Cerise

>>2749726
>[x] Cerise.

>>2749726
>[X] Cerise

>[X] Cerise

Cerise quest is a go.

>>2749726
>[x] Rose
Cerise is almost guaranteed to win but I still think Rose would be infinitely more intresting

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>>2749745
Why is it so ominous when you type it like that?

>>2749726
>cerise

>>2749747
I like to imagine it's like a scene from Cube Zero that movie was fucking garbage even if it was kind of interesting. He's just sitting in a dimly lit room watching us all post in our panic,
flicking switches on the traps he's set.

>>2749726
Cerise

>>2749692
She also is in the anime club not the student council. It also coincides with revealing that anime rose exists in this universe.

>>2749715
Yeah it might not be simulation. Maybe it's alternate universe stuff. Maybe the whole season takes place in a simulated reality that is being adjusted. Maybe OP misremembered what he wrote earlier. We'll just have to wait and see I suppose.

>>2749756
>She is also in the anime club not the student council
Clearly she's in both. We asked her out in the StuCo room, obviously.

>>2749756
>She also is in the anime club not the student council
... you do know you can be in both right anon?

>Yeah it might not be simulation. Maybe it's alternate universe stuff. Maybe the whole season takes place in a simulated reality that is being adjusted. Maybe OP misremembered what he wrote earlier. We'll just have to wait and see I suppose
Man, I wonder which is the most likely scenario. "This entire season didn't happen" or "OP forgot a minor detail". It's really neck and neck and one of the options totally isn't fucking retarded

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(I'm going to step in with a non-diegetic authorial intrusion here)

The continuity error you guys are discussing is an unintentional consequence of writing on the fly, although I tried to patch it up. When the concept of seeing prom got pitched, I really liked it, and hit on the idea of Alabaster pulling this stunt to get under Rose's skin.

When I reviewed the dialogue about prom in episode 9, I knew I'd have to retcon the timeline a bit to make that happen, and hoped no one would notice.

I did throw in a line of dialogue where Rose C says she was planning to ask Alabaster, too - such that, when this story is related through Alabaster's usually self-serving point of view, he can claim she asked him. (Basically, the truth is that Alabaster found out she was planning to ask him, and decided to do this move with the giant teddy bear to twist the knife).

So call it a partial retcon there. But the detail that Rose C in anime club rather than student council is a full retcon.

>>2749769
Weeeelp.

>>2749769
Thanks OP

>>2749769

You won't fool us that easily OP.

#WAKEUP

>>2749769
Thanks for clearing it up OP

>>2749769
Or perhaps Rose is an unreliable narrator. Her recollection of the event is warped.

>>2749769
>hoped no one would notice.
>/fq/

>>2749784

This is a valid reading too!

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You are Cerise Soliloquy, hot-shit circuit bender and champion of... well, nothing. Your life hasn't gone the way you expected.

You lie in bed, your room darkened from the setting sun by blackout curtains. You're so paralyzed with fear and trepidation, worry and regret that you can hardly move.

Alabaster has been arrested by the FBI.

Rose is confident in her father's skills as a lawyer, but you have the pessimist's outlook. You know you may never see him again.

First mom and dad.

Now your brother.

It's all Darkbloom... it all goes back to him. It's all because of him that this domino effect of catastrophe began.

As long as your heart still beats, you're going to make sure he pays.

No matter what.

A loud knock on your door snaps you out of your morbid thoughts. You clamber to your knees, adrenaline coursing through you. You wait.

The knocking comes again.

You creep out of your bedroom, towards the front door. One of Rose's guns is sitting near her fold-out bed. You can go for it if you need to. But maybe this is worse than Camelia's thugs. Maybe it's the FBI coming for you, too.

"Who's there?" You call.

"Yo, open up. It's hotter than a motherfucker out here."

Definitely not FBI. You grab the gun and hold it at your side. You open the door.

Based on the description Alabaster gave you, this must be the man known as Tyrus Kang.

>>2749791
Oh no oh no oh no oh no

>>2749791
OP DON'T YOU DARE DO WHAT THE MEMES DICTATE

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>>2749791
>champion of... well, nothing. Your life hasn't gone the way you expected.

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tyrus is about to take cerise on a

So do you guys think that we're gonna get a lewd scene tonight? Wouldn't surprise me if we didn't but I still hope it happens. My hope is pound the shit out of Mrs. Mallory but a scene with Rose would probably be more likely. Kinda weird considering we had one with her not that long ago but I don't know

>>2749802
Maybe Noelle does some enhanced interrogation.

>>2749802
We're detained. Unless we fuck Noelle on the interrogation room table, it's not gonna happen.

>>2749802
Yeah, we get the Alabaster x The Penal System of the United States of America tonight.

>>2749802
Why do people want to fuck Mrs. Mallory? Saul's got our back, we can't do that to him.
Mom wouldn't approve.

>>2749802
Doubtful. Too much serious shit is happening right now.
Could you also stop with the cucking Saul shit? I get it but its starting to be a little annoying.