>>3787986
First for UMI DA

First for Whitney should have won

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>>3787986
First for Let's Dick!

First for Umi Da!

>>3787986
It is the dicking hour.

>>3787987
Oh thank god.

Sixth for Sand Reckoner regret

>>3787986
So begins the Limbo of Fuck Quest

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Episode 1 ("Five Petabytes per Second"): https://archived.moe/qst/thread/3757772

Episode 2 ("Galatea Trick"): https://archived.moe/qst/thread/3775200

Bonus Kay lewd from the prior episode!: https://pastebin.com/6iGWhmUd

>>3788002
Here are your board members for the season. Say something nice about them!
How much smaller will this list be by the end of the end?

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And so it begins.

>>3787988

You know what, that was very petty and rude of me, I'm sorry that I tried getting in on the first post with that everyone, I didn't mean to be negative like that, it was just the first thing I could think of when I saw the empty thread.

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>>3788002
So much has changed

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Armstrong stands at the broad double-paned windows of the boardroom, smoking a cigar.

Nelson is the only other person there. Sitting just behind Armstrong at the conference table, watching him, he asks: "You ever think about resigning?"

"Every day, Nelson. Every fucking day."

Fist to mouth, and lungs irritated, Nelson coughs. "You know you're not supposed to smoke here. Haven't you seen all the signs? This is a proudly nonsmoking campus."

Armstrong blows air through his nose, and smoke billows around him. "Don't make me put this thing out the Bill Clinton way."

"Is that what you spent your years as a Senator doing?"

Wistful, he laughs. "Indeed it is. I learned everything I know from that man."

"Why haven't you resigned?" Nelson asks.

Armstrong shrugs. "Well. Why haven't you?"

"I don't know. We should, right? We should get the hell out of here before we wind up like Sable did."

Armstrong takes a long drag. "We missed our boat. We should have left when David died. As it stands, though. We're not just up the creek without a paddle -- we're neck fucking deep in a Mississippi River of shit."

Nelson runs a hand through his hair, sighs in frustration. "I guess you're right. Even if we did leave, where would we go? This company is the biggest joke on the planet. Nobody in their right mind would ever hire us. Our careers are over if we leave."

"Fuck a career. I'm worried about someone painting the walls with my brain matter."

"You have brain matter?"

"More than you." He snuffs his cigar on the windowsill, pulls out a matchbox sized case, and stows the remaining half. He puts his hands in his trouser pockets. "Anyway, it's fun here. What does Whitney's secretary always say? Tenchoshe?"

"Tanoshii."

"What does she do, anyway? I always see her around but I've never been clear on what her role is."

Nelson shrugs. "She turned me on to some good eroge. So as far as I'm concerned, she's value-added."

"What in the fuck is an eroge?"

"Forget it. But yeah. It's fun here. I mean... I never fucked a bunnygirl before Whitney became our boss."

"Hmmph. You really should have come to David's Palo Alto Club for Growth shindigs."

"Why's that?"

"Let's just say a fetish for bunnygirls is apparently genetic."

"No shit."

"No shit. Someone should commission a study on it."

Nelson joins Armstrong at the window. They admire the view together.

"We are so screwed," Nelson says.

"Yep." He turns, smiles at him. "Tanoshii, huh?"

SEASON 4 OP: https://vimeo.com/354421891
SEASON 4 OP (Creditless): https://vimeo.com/354421989

>>3788004
Words can't describe how much I love this picture

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FUCK!

I've been so busy I've missed not one but two episodes of the best quest on 4chan! Ah I curse this life of mine, to the archives with me, but I shall return lickety-split!

Welcome back by the way OPstudios, this place wasn't the same without you!

>>3788012
>Nelson shrugs. "She turned me on to some good eroge. So as far as I'm concerned, she's value-added."
Fuckin man of culture right here. Love these two.

>>3788018
hey thanks anon

>>3788012
armstrong and nelson make such a great pair.

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>>3788030
Oh

>>3788030
Holy fuck you've been busy, OP.

>>3788012
>Fist to mouth, and lungs irritated, Nelson coughs. "You know you're not supposed to smoke here. Haven't you seen all the signs? This is a proudly nonsmoking campus."
>Armstrong blows air through his nose, and smoke billows around him. "Don't make me put this thing out the Bill Clinton way."
>"Is that what you spent your years as a Senator doing?"
>Wistful, he laughs. "Indeed it is. I learned everything I know from that man."
Kek

>>3788012
>"Anyway, it's fun here. What does Whitney's secretary always say? Tenchoshe?"
>"Tanoshii."
>"What does she do, anyway? I always see her around but I've never been clear on what her role is."
>Nelson shrugs. "She turned me on to some good eroge. So as far as I'm concerned, she's value-added."
>"What in the fuck is an eroge?"


God these two are some of the best dialogue in the entire franchise.

>>3788030
Starting off hot, huh OP?

>>3788030
I'm worried, I'm worried.

Oh fuck, oh boy, am I worried.

>>3788012
Somehow, these two are going to make it.
>>3788030
No stowaways this time!

>>3788030
>all that pregnancy foreshadowing
Anyone else getting a bad feeling?

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You are Alabaster Soliloquy, 600 Million Dollar Man and harem protector.

The rickety plane touches down at Roman Tmetuchl International Airport. The thing feels like flying inside a tin of Altoids, and in turbulence it had you about ready to bid your tearful goodbyes to the loved ones sharing the flight with you. And what a long flight it was, with so many goddamn layovers to refuel its tiny tank -- not that you're complaining, because those layovers were the only opportunity you had to stretch your legs and get fresh air. Plus there was that dirty airport bathroom in Australia where you raped Rose, which helped prevent you from going into fuck withdrawals on the arduous 24-hour journey.

You might have taken your company jet instead, but you reasoned it was best to keep this trip as low-key as possible -- and since Darkbloom Analytics publishes flight logs as part of its commitment to transparency (ha, ha), staying with Kay's chartered plane was the easiest.

Lady sits in the aisle next to where you and Rose are seated. You and your wife think a lot alike, it's true, including this: you both prefer the window seat on airplanes. You forced your way, though, and stuck her with the aisle seat. But she spent most of the trip huddled up against you as close as she could get, staring back in fright at Lady, who wouldn't leave her alone.

Across from you are Cerise and Gal, both thin-skinned in more ways than one. They spent the flight huddled beneath a blanket together. Although you're pretty sure there was more than cuddling happening under there.

They are such degenerates. Shameful, really.

And in the only two seats at the front of the cabin, Kay and Mom had a long, long, long time to get to know one another. They both like cribbage; they both love the Oliver Stone film JFK, and think it really broke open a lot of truths; they adore the beach but fear shark attacks; they think anime is silly and wish today's generation would read more. Mom's old lady hobby is baking, of course; Kay's is knitting, but each respects the other's preference. Their gabbing filled the cabin and was frequently the only thing to listen to. At the end of it all, Kay had promised to pitch to her editors the idea of giving Mom her own monthly column on cooking in TIME. Mom was humble, waving the possibility off, but it was Kay who was insistent.

"After tasting the food you cook for us at DBA?" Kay said. "You deserve to be nationally known. The world needs your expertise!"

But now, blessedly, the flight is through. The little plane taxis across the tarmac. You gaze from the window; traffic here is sparse to nonexistent. Actually, you're the only plane here, inbound or out. So maybe it's no surprise that, while you don't have a press junket awaiting you like you did in Beijing, you do have a pair of Palauans waiting to receive you.

>>3788057
Didn't expect Kay and Mom would be so similar. That's pretty cute

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The sticky humidity almost bowls you over as you step forth from the plane's open door. The heat of this place actually thrums, and clings to you; in mere moments you're already beginning to soak through your tee.

A statuesque Micronesian woman in traditional garb -- long, floral-pattern skirt and grass brassiere, plus a band of flowers in her raven hair -- holds both hands wide and aloft, the spitting image of bobbling dashboard decoration, as Kay, first down the stairs, approaches. She ushers Lady along by his leash.

"Yvonne Tamaguld, our very own Miss Palau, welcomes you!" A pot-bellied man in a grass kilt tells you. The sash over the woman's torso confirms: this is the illustrious Miss Palau herself.

She hands Kay a lei. Kay takes it, and in one fluid motion tosses it like a frisbee towards the sandy beach that isn't too far away on the right.

Yvonne has a number of multicolored leis looped over one of her arms, and though she is clearly taken aback by Kay's blunt rejection of the hospitality, she doesn't let on being offended. She just pivots towards Mom, next to approach, and tries to hand her a lei as well. But Kay grabs this one, too, and tosses it just as with the first.

When you and Rose catch up, Yvonne tries a third and a fourth time; a third and a fourth time, the leis end up in Kay's hand, flung towards the surf.

"I am -- sorry," Yvonne says, winning smile shadowed by the hint of rage. "Maybe you're misunderstanding. We are the welcome committee for tourists to our fair island, and--"

Kay, reaching into her purse, produces a feminine leather wallet. She tells her: "I'm going to give you 100 American dollars not to be here when we leave tomorrow."

Yvonne's mask drops -- she is now outwardly and clearly upset. She seems caught between flying into a tirade or breaking down into tears. Up close, you can tell she's a little haggard, with crow's feet and laugh lines; getting up there in years for a beauty contest champion.

Kay unclasps the wallet and pulls out Mr. Franklin. Yvonne is steadfast but her obese companion isn't. He takes the money in his grubby hands, says "thanks!" and skedaddles.

Kay pulls a second Benjamin out and offers it up to Miss Palau. Yvonne stands there trembling for a few moments, indecisive. Then finally snatches it from Kay, turns, and storms off without a word.

"Welcome to Palau," Kay tells you all, shouldering her purse again. She puts both hands on her hips and breathes deeply. "Ah... the sea."

>>3788076
The fuck, Kay?

>>3788076
The fuck, Kay?

>>3788076
wow rude

>>3788076
The fuck, Lei?

>>3788084
>>3788086
>>3788090
>>3788096
I guess there are better lays to be had.
But also not having those two hanging around will be nice.

>>3788076
Jesus Kay.

>>3788057
>and since Darkbloom Analytics publishes flight logs as part of its commitment to transparency (ha, ha)
Certainly something so minor as a flight log or two from a small, minor island like Palau couldn't land someone influential like us in any hot water, right? ...right?

>>3788076
Yvonne just got BTFO. That cheating bitch deserves it!

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At the airport's exit, the man of the hour pulls up to the curb in a dusty white pickup. It's not glamorous, but in a place like this, glamorous is a liability; he's obviously trying to live inconspicuously. Gustav is gregarious and boisterous, an energy Kay mirrors. They hug like reunited siblings, and peck each other on the cheeks. He holds Kay by the shoulders next, stepping back to appreciate her. "Come!" He booms.

Kay reaches up and touches her face. "Come? That isn't-- I mean--"

"This way! Please!"

Kay exhales.

"I brought some extras," she tells him. She nods in your direction. "I hope that's all right."

"I see," he says. "No, that is quite all right. You must be Alabaster Soliloquy -- and the sister, Cerise, yes? I know you, Gal -- so nice to speak in person. And--"

He pauses, thunderstruck, looking at Mom.

"Impossible," he breathes.

"That's what we all thought," you say, nonchalant.

"We have much to discuss, clearly," is his final assessment. "Let us do it somewhere less public, then."

The immediate problem is practical. Gustav's pickup has two bucket seats up front and a tiny space in the back of the cab where three people can fit if they squeeze. Five passengers total. But you are seven. People are going to have to double up. Galatea is perfectly happy sitting on Cerise's lap -- it's a reverse security blanket arrangement, you figure. But someone is gonna have to sit on your lap, too.

[ ] Kay
[ ] Rose
[ ] Mom

>>3788128
>[x] Mom
god, please

>>3788128
>[X] Mom

>>3788128
>[ ] Mom
I like new things. But I like the classics too.
Can't wait for this conversation though.

>>3788128
[x] Rose

>>3788128
Oh no.
Do I bother voting when I know the outcome?

>[x] Rose
BREAK FREE OF THE SHACKLES

>[X] Mom

>>3788128
>[x] Mom

>>3788128
>another car ride on Palau
I'm compelled.
>[X] Mom

>>3788128
>[ ] Kay

>>3788128
>[ ] Mom
Only faggots wouldn't pick this

>>3788128
I'd honestly just try having Ally lounge like a King on both Mom & Rose's lap.

Buuut, if pressed for a choice.
>[x] Mom

>>3788128
>[X] Mom

>>3788128
>[x] Mom
it is a good day to die.

Please wait warmly.

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>>3788183

>>3788183
Fuck yeah

>>3788183
AFTER ALL THESE YEARS

>>3788128
>"Come!" He booms.
>Kay reaches up and touches her face. "Come? That isn't-- I mean--"
>"This way! Please!"
>Kay exhales.
I catch that cheeky callback OP

>[x] Mom
Is there honestly any doubt?

>>3788207
>cheeky
heh

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>>3788183
Oh yes

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>>3788222
>

>>3788207
I find it funny how Kay feels like she's standing for both Renee and Mom even though Mom is right there

>>3788030
Okay, Rose: Attack of the Clones is fucking stupid, but the rest of the haremites are on birth control, right? ...right?

No but really, the reality merging has totally pumped X-11 back into Ally's system hasn't it.

>>3788247
More than likely. Rose2 is a bit retarded so this isn't so hard to believe and in fact people fully expected this but I doubt any of the other girls would do the same. I'm not sure if Rose stopped completely after we told her not to that one time but we know for sure she gets pregnant in the future so she's possible at least Even Whitney makes sure she takes 2 pills afterwards, in case of twins. Truly the smartest girl in the universe

>>3788253
It really feels like that sometimes

>>3788273
>takes two in case of twins
God I love Whitney

>>3788275
>>3788273
Remember that in THIS version of events, it was Rose taking two Plan B's the next morning. They both get pretty retarded from our dick.

>>3788280
You just can't comprehend the genius it takes to think that far ahead

>>3788247
>the rest of the haremites are on birth control, right?

We know Season 1 Whitney was, so it's safe to assume that unless they fetishise the danger of it, they do.

>>3788247
It would be the greatest irony if Alabaster was shooting blanks and the pregnancy was due to assistance from IPS cells

>>3788292
Not as far ahead as Makoto and Sable on the ultimate form of birth control.

>>3788296
I'd say the odds for Samantha are a coin toss.

>>3788324
>implying
I'd wager Samantha believes plan B means anal

>>3788329

Heh, gave me a good giggle

>>3788324
She definitely isn't, she wants to get knocked up

>>3788336
Only if her extreme body modifications extend to her ovaries.

>>3788336
Being a perpetual bicycle I would think she already has been by now. No mention of any offspring is strange, unless her Bunnygirl DNA renders her sterile.

which might break her heart, requiring some comfort sex

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>>3788377
Time already. Stay hydrated, everybody!

>>3788336
How many kids will we give her this time around? I'm hoping for at least 17

>>3788377
This was a good decision.

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>>3788377
I'm glad we took this trip.

>>3788377
>https://pastebin.com/GrP3Fgbe
Not just one sister, but the NBR ones too!

>>3788377
This is great

>>3788377
>"I want to see," she whispers.
oh FUCK

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Will's 1999 Toyota Golf is coming in hot. It screams across the parking lot of Gilroy Tech, doing 45, maybe 50 MPH. Vivian, beside you, is utterly terrified. Her limo is right at the end of the car's path, parked along the curb. You can tell she's imagining what it will look like when it gets blasted to bits by the beat-up old hatchback whizzing towards it.

"That maniac is going to--" Vivian begins.

"Chill. He's got this."

Vivian is stepping backwards, trying to distance herself from the site of what she assumes will surely be a horrible and bloody collision.

At the last possible moment, Will cuts the steering wheel hard, and Tokyo drifts himself into the narrow gap between the front of the limo and the car parked ahead of it. The tires' rubber makes a truly horrible squeal against the asphalt and an even worse smell as it burns, leaving dark black marks in its wake. Vivian wasn't the only one scared; the few passersby who were milling around are all standing back, too. They scream as the moment of truth passes, then dissolve into stunned babbling to one another when the assumed catastrophe doesn't occur.

Among them only you are passive; you stand there near the curb's edge holding your backpack down by your knees, watching, and smiling. When Will's car skids into place just as you knew it would, your thin tank and short-shorts rustle in the breeze it creates; but you yourself stay perfectly still and calm.

Will throws the car into park, kills the engine, and hops out. Vivian stares at him aghast and wild-eyed.

He jogs around to the curbside. He squats down, and appreciates his handiwork, hands held out before him like framing a photo. There's less than an inch of clearance from fender to bumper on either side of his car. A snugger fit is hard to imagine.

"Pretty, pretty, pretty good," he says.

You gently press the sole of your tennis shoe to his butt, knocking him off balance. He topples to one side, singing a palm on the sunbaked concrete. "Ow! Shit!" Then he's on his feet, gunning for you -- ohhh man.

You deftly dodge his attempts, sidestepping him once, backstepping him twice, juking him a third time; but he has a soccer player's physique and sense of gamesmanship, so at last he catches you, and gets your head in a headlock, and delivers a painful noogie.

"Asshole!" You scream. You wrench free of him, pushing with both palms against his chest to get back.

"Why are you such a fucking cuntmunch!" Will shouts. "Can't you take half a second to appreciate how, like, parallel I am?"

"Greetings, Will," Vivian says, collecting her bearings again, and readopting her cool demeanor.

"Yo." Will turns towards her, rubs his head. "Did you get that lady back? Renee was it?"

"We are working on it."

He makes finger guns at her. "Keep me informed!"

"Hmm."

[ ] Invite Will to come with you to Vail when the time arrives.
[ ] Decline.

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>>3788377

>>3788454
>[x] Decline.

>>3788454
>[x] Invite Will to come with you to Vail when the time arrives.
Fuck yeah, I like this guy

>>3788454
>[ ] Invite Will to come with you to Vail when the time arrives.
We'll need a getaway driver

>>3788454
>[ ] Invite Will to come with you to Vail when the time arrives.
I guess he can be our Baby Driver.

>>3788454
>[ ] Invite Will to come with you to Vail when the time arrives.
I appreciate how parallel he, and this situation, is.

>>3788454
>[x] Decline.
I do not like that image, OP. His smug aura mocks me.

>>3788454
>[ ] Invite Will to come with you to Vail when the time arrives.

>>3788454
>[ ] Decline.

>>3788454
>>3788473
Ignore this, I'm retarded and meant
>[ ] Decline.

>>3788454
>[X] Invite Will to come with you to Vail when the time arrives.
I want more Will, and he's our resident Whitney. We can use the guy.

>a scene with Vivian and a potential car accident
Hurts my heart to see this.

>>3788454
>[X] Decline.
I perfer the lesbian crew much more than this guy

>>3788454
>Will's 1999 Toyota Golf
>Toyota Golf

You what OP?

>>3788489
First time was an accident. Second time is a reference. Look it up.

>>3788454
>[ ] Invite Will to come with you to Vail when the time arrives.

>>3788489
It's a reference. Look it up!

>>3788492
>>3788494
You're a reference, look you up!

>>3788500
Fine I will!

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Will notices, passing by, one of the star players on North High's mediocre football team. His eyes lasciviously follow the halfback's backside.

"Ugh," you say.

"Don't start," Will says, still staring after him.

"The guy is literally named Chad. Get some fucking taste, Will."

He spins on his heels, flipping you the bird -- but lets his momentum carry him through a full revolution and starts to trot away. He follows the unwitting object of his affection, to creep on him some more, presumably. "See you in math," he calls over his shoulder.

When he's gone, Vivian says: "you share a class with that boy?"

You shrug. "I share a few classes with him."

"You -- in remedial courses?"

"Who's to say Will isn't in the AP crowd?"

Vivian frowns.

"Why the fuck should I try in school?" You say. "That's what they want you to do."

"Who is they?"

"Them."

"Them?"

"It's exactly what they want."

Vivian shakes her head, stupefied.

>[x] Invite Will to come with you to Vail when the time arrives.

You whisper your idea to her.

"No --" she says. "No. No."

"You saw how he drives. If we need someone to help us make a speedy escape on Rocky Mountain roads -- Will's the guy to do it."

"I would not trust him farther than I could throw him. Kay Vera is far more reliable -- and an accomplished driver, from what I am told."

"She's a journalist. Can't trust 'em."

"She is enmeshed in this plot as well, and would surely help. She can be our wheelman. Or wheelwoman, as it were."

You get a flash through your mind. It's fleeting, but so visceral and real; a lonely desert road at night, motorbikes circling, gunfire, screaming. And then it passes. Your breaths come heavy and hot.

"Are you all right?" Vivian asks.

"Flashback."

She strokes your arm. "Apologies. If you have the time, you can climb into back of my limo for a moment -- and I will be happy to make you forget."

You glance back towards the building. You really should get going, classes are about to start. But Vivian's pale face staring up at you, and the way she slightly licks her lips...

"Sure," you say. "After you."

>>3788525
Is Chad the Amber equivalent of Ryan Netor?

>>3788537
Oh my god I think he is.

We can't let that happen. Amber's gotta get on that.

>>3788540
>>3788537
... Let's not.

>>3788540
>Amber's gotta get on that
She really doesn't

>>3788545
>>3788550
So the true benefit of keeping Stacks alive comes to the fore...
>>3788525
I do find myself liking Amber more with each transition.

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Gustav leads you to some public docks, and a motorboat he has tethered there bobbing gently in the water. Your walk from the parking lot to the boat is more like an awkward waddle. Rose seems just a little suspicious, but doesn't say anything. Mom, for her part, looks like the cat who got the canary.

Gustav whisks you all across the glistening azure waters, keeping the rudder steady as he navigates.

Cerise clutches the side of the boat and peers over the side, transfixed. Gal, butt planted firmly at the boat's centermost point, begs and cajoles her to get herself back in the boat too -- terrified of a woman overboard situation. She tugs at Cerise's shirt and almost starts to cry after a few minutes of seeing it.

"You're such a sissy," Cerise says, turning back around, getting herself fully back inside the boat.

Gal hugs her legs. "yes," she says.

"Hey, look," Cerise tells you, pointing at a distant suspension bridge. "You know what that is?"

"A bridge."

"Hilarious. Try a career in standup. That's the Japan-Palau Friendship Bridge. We're on honeymoon in a nation of weebs -- joy."

Gal nuzzles her legs, and Cerise pets her languidly.

Gustav has his own little cay to himself, and comes to port at a private dock abutting a weather-beaten wood shed. On the distance is his stately house. Not a mansion, but far more than a single confirmed bachelor could need. He leads you up a boardwalk towards it. You need a shower, stat, of course... but the day is young.

[ ] Get right to the interview with Gustav.
[ ] Relax in his house a bit.
[ ] Explore the beach.

>>3788556
>[X] Get right to the interview with Gustav.

>>3788556
>[ ] Get right to the interview with Gustav.
While we're all still sober.

>>3788556
>[x] Get right to the interview with Gustav.
Lingering cum stains are a necessary sacrifice in making this trip as quick as possible.

>>3788556
>[ ] Get right to the interview with Gustav.

>>3788545
>>3788550

Guys come on, we can't be that selfish, we have the greater Fuck Quest universe franchise to think about here. We could start an Amber Quest sequel series

Not to mention let's be honest, this girl deserves to have her own harem, she's us after all.

>>3788556
>[ ] Explore the beach.

U M I D A

>>3788556
>[x ] Get right to the interview with Gustav.
Hungry for plot. We have plenty of time to frolic afterwards. Maybe.

>>3788565
Great, that can be focused on after we separate realities again. Then Alabaster can have his Amber and we don't have to think about any other potential Ambers until the sequel starts.

>>3788556
>[x] Get right to the interview with Gustav.

>>3788556
>[ ] Get right to the interview with Gustav.
Let's get the plot out of the way first so that we can enjoy the rest of our stay here

>>3788565
>we can't be that selfish
Yes, we really can

>>3788556
>[ ] Get right to the interview with Gustav.

>>3788556
>[ ] Get right to the interview with Gustav.
Clearly we need to get this out of the way.

>>3788556
>[ ] Explore the beach.
I'm curious

>>3788565
I'd rather not have Amber be an actual whore, thank you

>>3788556
>[X] Relax in his house a bit.
Let's see what's going on here. I also want to confirm my fears since last week.
Read: I also want more time with Gal.

>>3788571
>getting a sequel
I wish.

>>3788565
I'm all fine and good with a girl being a slut, but if she's not OUR slut, I'm not having that shit at all.

>[x] Get right to the interview with Gustav.

>>3788577
>>3788580
>>3788587

You're so narrowminded! What's the difference if it's a harem from the other side!?

You stand in the way of greatness!

>>3788609
Fuck off Darkbloom.

>>3788609
NTR is shit

>>3788615
It's not NTR any more than when any of the haremites have fun with each other

>>3788618
It... literally is.

>>3788621
How?

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>[x] Get right to the interview with Gustav.

You all sit with Gustav in his clean, white, high-ceilinged, lushly carpeted living room. Lady, tracking sand in between his paws, receives a stern glare from Gustav. But he's too gracious a host to say anything.

"Thank you so much for inviting me into your home," Kay says. She pulls a notepad from her purse already littered with notes in shorthand. She settles on a loveseat and faces him across his coffee table where he sits on a lounger.

He draws his eyes away from Kay's unruly rottweiler, who even now is sniffing his own ass. "Perish the thought of thanking me, Ms. Vera! I should be thanking you. I get so few visitors on this lonely island. A chartered flight to Palau is far from cheap."

"I needed a vacation anyway. Too bad Palau's got such an annoying welcome committee."

"Yvonne?" He asks.

"Miss Palau herself."

"Eight wins in a row. Going for her ninth. But... Yvonne is getting on in years. She only continues winning because there is no competition. If someone actually challenged her, she would crumble. A halfway decent looking man in a dress could probably beat her at this point."

"I appreciate the local color, but let's focus," Kay says. "I'm not writing a gossip column."

"Yes. And what can I do for you?"

"Just a few questions," Kay says. "About your time at Darkbloom Analytics -- or in those days Darkbloom E-Pay, then Darkbloom Enterprises."

"So many iterations," Gustav says, forcing a chuckle.

"And your relationship with David Darkbloom -- and Renee Carte -- and Mara..."

"Ah," Gustav says. "Lest I forget myself. I owe you a real debt of gratitude for getting in touch with me. It was such wonderful news to hear that Renee has been reunited with her long-lost daughter. So sad, what happened to her, back in those days."

"What you let happen to her," Kay says. "I--"

Gustav holds up one flattened palm with fingers pressed together, waving a bit, as if to refuse something someone has tried to hand him. "Let happen. No. I reject this."

"David Darkbloom framed her--"

"I am perfectly well aware of how he framed her. I helped Renee to the best extent I could. My decision, freely taken -- I did not have to take it -- to pilfer the prototypical ocular implant she developed, and to assist in hiding it -- that decision which I took, is the reason I have had to exile myself on this island like a poor man's Napoleon. Furthermore I offered her, and her daughter, safe passage to this place along with me. She decided against this course of action. That was her choice. I could not force it. And yet to this day my doors remain open for her, for Whitney, for young Vivian. No. I reject what you say, Ms. Vera, I am sorry -- I do. If it were not for my decision, you would be dead at this moment, do you realize this? And so also Whitney, and so also Vivian, and Renee, and Alabaster here, and all others. I have sacrificed my entire life for this. Do not tell me what I let happen. I reject it wholly."

>>3788622
Girls who are sluts for our dick =/= completely unrelated other dudes that clearly none of us care about.

>>3788618
Yeah, it is. There's a big difference between a girl fucking a girl and a girl fucking another guy

>>3788609
>>3788618
>>3788622
Ok, you're just shitposting

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"You helped David with his human experiments."

"Also Renee. You were not there, Ms. Vera. You were not there. The man held us in thrall. We believed we were doing good work, to realize technology that would create a better world. And it was good work. And the technology can create a better world. But interceding this, tragically the work became bad -- and so tragically the technology has made our world worse. I ask to myself each and every day, why I did not foresee it. I pay each and every day the price for that failure. You in your corner office at that same company, living on its bleeding like a tick, you cannot sit in judgment. Not until you have been in my position. Maybe now it is time for you to return home. We can discuss this again when you are capable to understand."

"I'd like to continue right now, if you're willing to," Kay says. She flips her notebook to a certain page while sliding a pen from inside the ringed binding on the side, never breaking eye contact with Gustav. Gustav leans back in his seat with fingers interlaced over his belly.

"What can you tell me about the lighthouse?" Kay asks.

"I ask first to know who this is," Gustav says gruffly. "Who is this woman accompanying you?" He motions at Mom.

"Scarlett Catachresis," Mom says. "I suppose you remember me as Scarlett Soliloquy."

"This is an impossibility. You are a dead woman, Mrs. Soliloquy!"

"Apparently not," Mom replies.

You glance to your side; Rose is wearing a deep, serious expression.

"Is that the power of Sand Reckoner?" Kay asks. "Can it do even that?"

"No. Of course it cannot. Sand Reckoner enhances knowledge. It cannot alter reality. Such is the stuff of wild daydreams."

"But here she is, a dead woman," Kay says. "Are you so certain?"

He isn't, apparently; and he doesn't have an answer.

"We need to ask the important things first," Cerise says. All eyes turn to her: "Mr. Eichmann. Mara Darkbloom kidnapped Renee. We have no idea where she is -- either of them. We think maybe in Vail. Do you have any idea -- do you know of anyplace in that area she might be?"

"This is terrible," Gustav says. "No. No, I am sorry. I would tell you at once if I knew. Renee is a dear friend. Please find her at once. And kill Mara. And tell her before you do, that Gustav says: 'hello, you deserve it, you miserable bitch.'"

Cerise nods.

>>3788623
>"If someone actually challenged her, she would crumble. A halfway decent looking man in a dress could probably beat her at this point."
H e h.

>"I have sacrificed my entire life for this. Do not tell me what I let happen. I reject it wholly."
Gustav hard a hard life.

>>3788623
>A halfway decent looking man in a dress could probably beat her at this point
Kek

>>3788632
>Please find her at once. And kill Mara. And tell her before you do, that Gustav says: 'hello, you deserve it, you miserable bitch.'"
How nice that we share this sentiment

>>3788625
What about when they do it with Alex?

>>3788631
I'm not, I'm just thinking bigger than the self/

My fuck Quest world doesn't end on the ink of OP Studios' posts, it exists vividly beyond them in all of us. We all have our greater imagination of the universe!

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"What is the lighthouse?" Kay asks. "Sable talked it about before she died. I've seen some mentions of it in conspiracy forums."

"More wild daydreams," Gustav says, waving. "Soviet psyops, whispered rumblings of human experiments at remote Siberian gulags. Nonsense, pure nonsense."

"Once again -- are you so certain?" Kay says. She leans forward, elbows on knees.

"I suppose I can no longer know. David... he became obsessed with these ideas, they consumed him -- knowledge as power, and not in the aphoristic sense, you know. I am half convinced he wed Mara simply because he thought a Russian could get him closer to these Soviet experiments."

"Did she?"

"Mara knows less than nothing. She is a rich little girl who fancies herself a gangster. Contemptible, idiotic whore she is."

"David knows about the lighthouse?" Kay says.

"Knows, or knew -- or thought he did. What, by the way, has become of him? He is no longer haunting poor Cerise here?"

"with your help," Gal tells him. "thank you"

Gustav smiles and nods at her.

"David is still with us," Kay says. "But he's a liar, as always. It would be nice to hear from someone more trustworthy what he does or doesn't know."

"There is a rumor," Gustav says. "The Soviets believed that our universe is one among many. And also, that knowledge can be grown in a geometric fashion. With a runaway growth rate, you could achieve a level of knowledge prerequisite to permeate the boundary from one to another -- to slide between worlds, in a sense."

"What's a lighthouse got to do with it?" You ask.

"Supposedly they achieved their goal and then became frightened of what they had wrought. Familiar story, no? And genies once released from the bottle have a nasty habit of steadfastly remaining unbottled. They have quarantined their work, supposedly, in a remote location. It is an actual, physical lighthouse -- deep in the arctic sea."

"Where?"

"Perhaps ask David. I had no time for what I took in those days as idle delusions. I can affirm as much as this: it isn't on the open water. You would need an icebreaking vessel to reach it. Supposedly."

>>3788641
>What about when they do it with Alex?
Well, they're dead now, so.

>>3788643
>"Knows, or knew -- or thought he did. What, by the way, has become of him? He is no longer haunting poor Cerise here?"
>"with your help," Gal tells him. "thank you"

I'm so proud of her, she wouldn't have been able to up and speak to a person like that before.

>>3788641
>What about when they do it with Alex?
They don't straight up his take dick, we're fucking him, and he's used as a glorified sex toy most of the time. The only one this doesn't apply to is Sable and I didn't care about her so it didn't matter to me

>My fuck Quest world doesn't end on the ink of OP Studios' posts, it exists vividly beyond them in all of us. We all have our greater imagination of the universe!
Cool, you can keep your NTR fantasies in your imagination

>>3788663
>>3788657

Just because you don't dare think about it doesn't mean I'm wrong.

You've found absurd runarounds to thinking about the real philosophy of Fuck Quest.

>>3788668
>Just because you don't dare think about it doesn't mean I'm wrong.
Yeah, it just means you have a shit fetish. Like Guro and Scat

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"This is all so much to process," Gustav says. "You are planning to spend the night, correct?"

Kay nods.

"Allow me to cook for you a dinner. You all could use a meal after subsisting on airplane food for so long. As American comedians say: what is the deal with the food on the airplanes?"

He waits for laughs. Gal is the only one to even try, awkwardly, but she trails off when no one joins her.

"Time alone has not worked wonders on my wit," Gustav says. He frowns, then says: "oh. A question for you, Ms. Vera. How fares Spancer Jardan? Do you know?"

"He's fine, I guess," Kay replies. "He still works for DBA. He's the new CHRM, actually."

"How wonderful. Spancer is such a nice person."

"'Nice person' is... not how I would describe Spancer Jardan," Kay says. "I mean -- he's a person, I'm pretty sure. Nice, though..."

"Nevermind. You know, I receive such little news from the outside world -- anything helps. Example: I am not even sure who the current US President is. The last I heard was of Barack Obama, but I believe he would have been term-limited as of 2016. I do not know who succeeded him."

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Kay say. "It's--"

"Excuse me," you say. "Do you have a bathroom? I really could use a shower."

"Yes," Gustav says. "Down that hall there, the third door on the right. There are towels also."

"Thanks." You stand, and start down the hall.

"Anyway," you hear Gustav continue. "On the subject of the President."

"Right. It's crazy. The President..."

>>3788641
>>3788668
As I've said before, obvious shitposting. Here's your last (You)

>>3788680
Oh yoooou

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>>3788676
Sling insults all you want, it doesn't change the fact that I've found the answers that you've been too scared to search for.

I've found the answer, we're not in a zero sum go for the top score game, we're in a world, and we can be better than this pettiness, we can pursue free love. We can expand the world like even beyond how OP has expanded it in the last two seasons.

We control this world, we can make it greater and greater still

>>3788680
This is going to be funny to me forever.
Especially the image of Gal trying to laugh alone.

>>3788680
The real Fuck Quest was the Gustav-Spancer romance we had along the way.

He's still trying

>>3788681

How dare you. Just because I present something bourne of long and mindful thinking and you're incapable of understanding it doesn't mean I'm shitposting.

TL: literally too bigbrain logic for you

Lads if you haven't seen it already OP posted a Kay lewd in the episode 2 thread just before this episode went live.

>>3788697
It's wonderful~

>>3788697
He posted on Twitter and again in >>3788002

>>3788680
>Gal trying to ape social graces
She's really, actually cute.

I'm almost hesitant to inquire into Gustav's politics though, funny as it may be.

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>>3788663
>>3788625

>wanting the possibility of multiple romantic interests as a femMC is the equivalent of cuckoldry
regardless of how autistic my lovely boy >>3788686 here is, that's kinda..

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When you leave the bathroom, towel wrapped around your waist, you find Rose standing there in the hall. Arms folded, bitchy expression on her face. Did she stand there frowning at the bathroom door the entire time you showered? Christ.

"You're really gonna fuck your own Mom, huh," she says.

"Oh shut the fuck up."

Only then do you notice she's wearing a bikini. You arch your eyebrows appreciatively.

As if reading your mind, she answers. "We're at the beach, right? Might as well swim."

"There's supposed to be some kind of independence day thing today," you say. "Could be fun to go into town and check it out."

"Well we don't have time for both," Rose says.

"Why not?"

"We just don't. We can't stay here forever!"

[ ] Beach fun with the crew.
[ ] Go into town.

>>3788706
>1 post by this ID
Holy shit, this is actually just sad

>>3788706

I'm not autistic!

I'm just kinda really high right now.

>>3788708
>[x] Go into town.
Umi nah

>>3788708
>[x] Beach fun with the crew.

>>3788708
>[x] Beach fun with the crew.

>>3788708
Laughter but also sadness.
>[x] Go into town.

>>3788708
>[ ] Go into town.
Gotta celebrate that independence!

>>3788708
>[x] Go into town.

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>>3788709
>>3788710

>>3788708
>[X] Go into town.
No way am I missing that festival

>3788706
Nice try, samefag

>>3788708
>[X] Go into town
We should for appearances, definitely. Definitely for appearances. Definitely. Really.

>>3788708
>Go into town

No point in beach fun if Vivian isn't with us.

>>3788708

[ ] Go into town

Let's go on an adventure and learn more about Palau in Fuck Quest!

>>3788708
>[ ] Beach fun with the crew.

>>3788708
>[ ] Beach fun with the crew.

Although BOOSTOing Rose would be fun.

>>3788733
It'd be way harder than BOOSTOing Vivian though, unfortunately. An amusing image, nonetheless.

>>3788708
Changing vote
>[ ] Beach fun with the crew.

Because I forgot and >>3788733 just reminded me that back in season 1, Rose almost got an exhibitionist + body paint treatment.

Now is the perfect chance to have it happen.

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>[x] Go into town.

"You all go on without me," Mom tells you. "I'll stay here and help Gustav cook. I think the lack of company has made him just a little..." she cups a hand to her mouth and whispers: "a little batty." She stands back, hands on her waist. "Besides, I'd hate to be the third wheel on your honeymoon."

"You're not a third wheel, Mom, geez," Cerise says. "We love you. Don't we love her, Gal?"

Gal, blushing, makes a heart with the thumbs and forefingers of both hands.

"And you can love me plenty when you get back later on!" Mom says.

You think maybe that's a case of unfortunate phrasing, but she shoots you a meaningful, sly smirk.

"Okay, well," Cerise says, turning, shrugging. "We'll bring you something nice back from the main island."

"Just bring yourselves back," Mom tells you. "And speaking of which -- you --" she points at Rose. "Since you're the only one who knows how to steer a boat, I expect you to keep yourself sober."

Rose rolls her eyes. "Sure thing, Mom."

In-laws, right?

On your way past the living room with Cerise, Gal, and Rose, you hear Gustav crying out in despair.

"Oh, no! Oh god in heaven, no -- oh my god!"

Heart racing, you stop to see what it is.

Lady has one leg raised high in the air, and he's pissing like a horse all over Gustav's expensive carpet.

Kay, dashing in from the den, tugs the still-pissing dog by the scruff of his neck towards the nearby patio door. "I'm so sorry!" Kay shouts. "He's usually -- so much better-- better behaved--" she struggles against the weight and heft of her animal.

"My carpet!" Gustav booms, hand on his forehead. "Oh, Jesus Christ!"

You hurry out the front door. Now was a perfect time to leave...

>>3788743
I wanted this so bad.

>>3788743
I CALLED IT
AHAHAHAHAHA

>>3788743
For a moment I thought that was his reaction to finding out who the current president was.

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>>3788743
So... what happens if we get our mother pregnant?

>>3788749
Then the timeline remains intact.

>>3788743
Everything else aside, at least Gustav's carpet got ruined.

>>3788749
Fuck Quest

>>3788743
>Gal, blushing, makes a heart with the thumbs and forefingers of both hands.

That's real fucking cute

>>3788743
>Gal, blushing, makes a heart with the thumbs and forefingers of both hands.
You're killing me, OP.

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>>3788754
>The reason why Dad doesn't give a shit that we are fucking mom is because we are one in the same.

>>3788759

Careful, apparently that's getting cucked to some people!

>>3788743
>Gal, blushing, makes a heart with the thumbs and forefingers of both hands.
My fucking heart

>Lady has one leg raised high in the air, and he's pissing like a horse all over Gustav's expensive carpet.
Rip carpet, 2019

>>3788743
Is there any timeline where that carpet is safe?

>3788763
>Missing the point this hard

>>3788770

I'm not even sure what I'm trying to argue about anymore, but I am sure of is about is you're being a cunt.

>3788778
>I'm not even sure what I'm trying to argue about
Kek, at least you admit it

>>3788784

I already said I'm really high you goofball

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Rose is a better captain than Gustav. Owing to her privileged upbringing, she's no stranger to seafaring, and it shows. She makes the ride as smooth and gentle as sitting peacefully in your living room; hardly a bump, shimmy or undulation. Gal, of course, remains terrified, and stays huddled in the center of the boat hugging her knees; Cerise consoles her.

Rose has to route you around a long barrier of buoys far from the shore of Koror. You wonder what the occasion is. But then you see it: windsurfers bounding around, doing tricks for a crowd of spectators. Some sort of competition, apparently. You think idly to yourself that Whitney might have appreciated it. As for you and the girls in the boat -- none of you really have any interest.

Back on the island, Rose docks the boat. Grumblingly, Cerise assists. You stroll down the length of the dock towards the parking lot while you wait for them to finish, appreciating the chance to get your land legs again. But soon Gal creeps up behind you and tugs your sleeve.

"What is it?"

"im sorry sir... i feel so naked"

She's wearing a bikini, same as Rose and Cerise. It's not exactly revealing -- as least not any more than what's being worn by anyone else around here. But she has that self-conscious, socially-anxious, agoraphobic... thing... so of course she must be feeling pretty exposed right now.

[ ] Offer her your shirt.
[ ] Order her to go as she is.

>>3788788
>[x] Offer her your shirt.
Baggy shirts are totes adorbs!

>>3788788
>[x] Offer her your shirt.
This is it chief

>>3788788
>[x]Order her to go as she is

>>3788788
>[X] Order her to go as she is.
I really want to offer her our shirt... but I'm pretty sure that this is what she wants.

>>3788788
>[X] Order her to go as she is.
Being the only girl with a shirt on will just make her stand out more.

>>3788788
>[ ] Offer her your shirt.
I'm too much of a softy, sorry

Also the shirt over bikini combi is hotter to me

>>3788788
>[x] Offer her your shirt.
There is only one thing on my mind.

>>3788788
>[X] Order her to go as she is.
I'm unabashedly pro-Gal. But, tease her with our shirt and throw it away from her.

>>3788788
>[X] Offer her your shirt.
We've gotta take care of our new sister in law

>>3788788
>[ ] Offer her your shirt.
She's being super protectable right now.

>>3788788
>>[x] Offer her your shirt.

Did site just roll back or something?

>>3788788
>[ ] Offer her your shirt.
>[ ] But remove the bikini.

>>3788794
changing my vote to this
>>3788819
>[ ] Offer her your shirt.
>[ ] But remove the bikini.

Guys
Guys
Rose might be a fat lovable pig
But Gal is super skinny right
We can BOOSTO Gal
We can BOOSTO her so hard

>>3788819
Based

>>3788819
>>3788825
I approve these posts
>[X] Offer her your shirt.
>[X] But remove the bikini.
>[X] Boosto.

>>3788819
Changing to 200 IQ anon's plan

>>3788831
... I'm having a really hard time seeing fault in this. Cerise, on the other hand, probably will.
I guess it can't be helped.

>>3788788

Do it, OP.
>>3788819
>>3788825
>>3788831

>>3788819
Changing my vote to this one.

>>3788834
The fuck anon? Cerise would think it's super hot, she'd probably love it even more than us

>>3788838
I should rephrase that.
She'd see the fault in it. And she'd like it.

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>[x] Offer her your shirt.

"Are you asking me for the shirt off my back?" You say.

"nnn-- i--"

Her lips are quivering.

She's so busy looking at the ground that she doesn't notice until you're slipping your shirt's collar over her head. You unfurl it and drape it over her like a poncho; she lets out a squeak of surprise. And then, finally realizing that you actually are giving her your shirt, she writhes around underneath the material, trying to find the arm-holes with her arms. It takes her quite some time. The tee is humongous on her little frame.

"th-- thank you so much sir, thank you--!"

The thing is damp with your sweat, and adheres nicely in a couple spots to her lithe torso. But mostly it conceals her form.

"I'm so nice to you, huh."

"yes"

"I'm too nice to you," you add.

She can't meet your gaze. So you force her to: you clasp her chin and make her look up into your eyes.

"Don't worry," you tell her. "I'll take my payment later."

She shudders.

"Oh..." you add, a perverted connection forming in your brain. "and I guess since you've got some nice outerwear on, you won't need this." You reach up under the hem of the shirt and find the tie of her bikini top against her back. You tug it loose, and pull the garment off her rail-thin body, out from under the tee.

She shudders again; and this time she even gasps. You pocket the little bikini top in your swim trunks' roomy pocket.

"sir..."

"Don't complain. I can still take the bottom, too."

The hem of your shirt hardly comes down low enough to conceal that part of her. She really would be exposed, if you did that.

Cerise, approaching from the docks, sees this all happen. As she finally reaches you two, Gal looks to her, hoping maybe for some kind of defense from her wife, against the cruel whims of Sir. What she gets instead is a hungry gaze.

"Did she do something wrong?" Cerise asks you.

"No. I'm just fucking with her."

"You're an ass," Cerise tells you. But she doesn't demand that you return the bikini top. Actually, she presses you to go further: "are you gonna strip her bottom off, too?"

"Later."

"Nice."

Gal looks about ready to faint.

>>3788847
I'm drooling slightly.

>>3788847
god

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>>3788847

>>3788847
It feels good to be back in Palau

>>3788847
God yes.

haha imagine being under the sun in a tropical paradise giving boostos to Gal, feeling her soft, damp mound pressing on the back of your neck, holding onto her tender thighs to keep her balanced.

haha just imagine lol

>>3788868
i wonder what she smells like haha

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"What even is there to do in Palau?" You ask, as you and the girls stroll down a promenade towards the picturesque little town.

"there's a parade," Gal says.

"The President is giving some sort of speech there," Rose says. "Tommy Remengesau. Corrupt bastard."

"There's a pig roast," Cerise says. "Luau style." She elbows you. "Lots of people -- lots of places to lose a bikini bottom, too. And fireworks afterwards."

"How do you all know so much about the intricacies of Palau's independence day celebrations?" You ask.

"dont you do research before going on vacation," Gal asks flatly.

"Okay. Lose the bottoms," you bark.

She makes a noise that actually comes out sounding like "eek."

"Not now. Draw it out a little," Rose advises sagely. "Make her really dread it..."

Gal is trembling all over. Even the sister-in-law has turned sadist against her. Well, that was no surprise. Rose is a sadistic bitch.

[ ] Parade.
[ ] Feast.

>>3788872
>[x] Parade
The last thing we need is another food fight.

>>3788872
>[X] Feast.
You had me at fireworks.

>>3788872
>[ ] Parade.

>>3788872
>[x] Parade.

>>3788872
>[ ] Parade.

>>3788872
>>3788874
Oh fuck, I missed the fireworks part. Aaaaa.
Changing my answer to
>[x] Feast.

>>3788872
Fireworks or Boosto, I cant make decisions like this

>>3788872
>[x] Feast.

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Gonna go to bed for now, but you can keep voting and discussing obviously.

Also. Just curious, you know, just for laughs, haha. But how do you feel about wife swapping. You know, between four close friends on vacation (hypothetically), haha. Feel free to post your ideas about that below.

Gonna be back Sunday at 9 PM EST for what is hopefully the final part of our beach arc. But on the bright side, I do have Labor Day off, just in case.

>>3788891
I'm angry.

>>3788891
>wife swapping
Not really interested to be quite honest.

>>3788872
>[X] Feast.

>>3788891
>Wife-Swapping
What if
Rose goes to the parade and gives Gal her BOOSTOs.

While we take Cerise to see the Fireworks.

>>3788891
I would welcome Cerise-Rose shenanigans, just throwing that out there.

>>3788891
>But on the bright side, I do have Labor Day off, just in case.
A 3 day FQ session would be so perfect for Palau that I can't even put it into words

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>>3788891
But nearly everyone in our party is a wife! It'd be madness!

>>3788872
>[X] Feast.
Of course.
>>3788891
>wife swapping
OF COURSE

>>3788900
The fact that I wrangled myself a 3-day weekend for this (for despair-induced reasons, but it happened!) makes it even better.

>>3788891
Maybe not the swapping part, but I low-key expected Ally to rotate between the girls that are already on wife duty. Rose and Mom at least has no ambiguity on that part.

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>>3788895
>>3788898
I'm hype for either of these options

>[x] Parade.
Boosto incoming

>>3788891
Wife swapping is more of a return trip escapade.

I'm more for Ally purposefully ignoring Rose the whole trip to concentrate on the others, culminating in a last night with Rose of hand-holding, tender missionary sex for the purpose of procreation.

It is now 4:21 AM.

>>3788891
>wife swapping
>an entire chapter dedicated to being Gal's master and teasing her
YESYESYEYSYESYEYSYEYSYEYSYEYSYSYESYYESYESYESYESYESYEYSYESYYESYESYYEYSYEYYESYESYESYSYES

>>3788891
>Finally get to join this weeks FUCK QUEST
>It's over before I arrive
Of course. Anyway I support wife swapping if it leads to some 1-on-1 time between Ally and Gal. Of all the relationships that haven't had much screentime, its probably the most interesting due to how fucked up but oddly sweet it can be.
Also Cerise/Rose shenanigans sounds like a blast.

>>3788891
>>3788900
If we actually do go for 3 days 2MI DA could be the 2nd longest FQ episode and longest of the reboot, which would be pottery

>>3788872
>[x] Feast

>>3788891
Really hate the concept of wife-swapping, but this is FQ and a scenario like that between haremites is basically expected so it's fine by me.

>>3788891
Only if it's
>Cerise-Alabaster
and
>Rose-Galatea

My Sister Wife can't be this cute?

Also please make sure we are only in Palau for just this episode.

I don't care how long this episode has to be, just make sure we tie Palau up here.

>>3789070
That was LITERALLY the problem half a fucking decade ago.

>>3788872
>Parade
StuCo Rose too strong. Also fireworks killed Mom and Dad.
>>3788891
Wives are like lives and meant to be shared, especially among those who love one another!

>>3789088
Feast

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>>3789071
>>3789070
>half a decade
Jesus anons
I just realized how long we've been on this ride
OP owns my youth

>>3788891
The reason I don't care for some random to fuck one of the girls is the same reason this would be cool: it's a different story with people you know. It's just so happens that all of those we know are girls.

>>3788872
>[ ] Feast.
Definitely feast

>>3788872
Parade sounds shit. Go for the luau.

>>3788891
LET ME OWN GAL FOR A LITTLE WHILE PLEASE, I MISS THE EXTREME SUBS

I got beef with OP. One Piece manga doesnt have filler arcs, only the anime does because they cant overtake the author but dont want to not make episodes.

>>3788891
Wife swapping is usually gay but since it's all girls except for us it's all good. Alabaster's got to make sure Gal can satisfy his sister, it can't be helped

>>3789437
While I mostly agree with this statement I have to admit that Davy Back was filler. It was fun filler and the anime made more filler but filler is filler. Most of the other arcs are fine though