>>3818053
First for deflowering Chloe

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>>3818053
first for oh god i hope vivian's not a murderer

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nth for terrified!

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Season 2/3/4 Smut Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/u/CeriseSoliloquy (content not allowed on /qst/ will go here)
Season 1 Smut Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/rkSCNTEa

Season 1 Episode Index: https://pastebin.com/u/DirtyCeriseFaggot
Season 2 Episode Index: https://pastebin.com/iDiki7kt
Season 3 Episode Index: https://pastebin.com/FAC5emid
Season 4 Episode Index: https://pastebin.com/0LwgLaHB
Twitter: https://twitter.com/CeriseSoliloquy

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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

Episode 3 ("2MI DA"): https://archived.moe/qst/thread/3787986

Bonus lewds from last episode:
(Alex) https://pastebin.com/NNgXrz3R
(Renee/Whitney) https://pastebin.com/QsuWmA4W

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AND NOW, EPISODE 4 OF THE END OF FUCK QUEST:
"Fooly Chloe"

THE BEST IS HERE

AAAAAA

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April 22, 2012

Alex sits on the honeycombed back platform of a fire engine, a heavy blanket wrapped around him like a shawl. He stares at the ground, watching the little rivulets of water running from the bottom of a fire hydrant, over the lip of the curb and across the blacktop's cracks. The sweet smell of charred lumber hangs in his nostrils. The house, half caved-in, has only bits of the frame remaining above the first floor, and even this is singed black. The predawn air is partly opaque with all the smoke. It stings his eyes.

A gray hand grabs his shoulder. He can't meet its owner's gaze.

She sneers: "you did this, didn't you."

Alex doesn't move a millimeter.

"So this is why they wanted to get rid of you. God, you're so fucked up. I never should have let your mother talk me into letting you stay."

Alex doesn't move a millimeter.

"You can forget about ever coming back. I don't care where you go, but you won't be with us. Go die for all I care. Worthless little shitstreak. You're no grandson of mine."

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Time to make life-altering decisions that we will regret.

>>3818074
W-w-w-w-what

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>>3818074
Aaaand off to an awful start!

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May 21, 2012

It's the first warm meal Alex has had in weeks. How pathetic, to be over-the-moon for steamed green beans, pasty mac 'n' cheese, a gelatinous loaf of meat product and hardtack cookie, all on a stained, cracked, segmented tray. Still he wolfs it down.

"I saw you."

Alex, sporkful of green beans in his mouth, looks up in confusion.

"I saw you drawing that bird at the window. What kind of bird was it?"

Alex swallows, and takes a sip of his milk. "What do you want?"

"An answer to my question, gosh. What kind of bird was it?" The girl swings her legs over the bench and sits facing him. Alex notices that all ten of her fingers are wrapped in gauze at the tips.

"It was a kingfisher."

"Can I see?" She motions for the notebook sitting next to Alex on the bench. He picks it up, flips it to the page in question, and slides it across the laminated tabletop. She spins it 180 degrees using the frictionless surface of the table; then, picking it up, she wolf-whistles. She gazes at the sketch, holding the pad with her elbows locked, twisting it back and forth like a steering wheel.

"I didn't finish it," Alex says.

"This is good shit. You an artist or something?"

"Can I please have that back?"

She hands it to him. He closes it, puts it under his butt for safekeeping.

"What brings you here?" She asks.

"Got kicked out."

"Well assumably. Why?"

"Who are you? I don't want to talk about that."

The girl puts both hands on top of her head, holding one of her wrists with thumb and forefinger like a bracelet. "I'm no one. Been here for a while."

"What's your name?"

Now it's the girl's turn to pull out a notepad, hers much smaller. She takes it from her the right butt pocket of her shorts, opens it up to a certain page, and makes a tally mark -- one among many. Then, counting the sets of five, she finally announces: "30. New record. Went a whole month."

"...What?"

She swings the notepad closed with one hand holding it by the back, like a chef flipping an omelete. "Days since someone asked me my name. It's an interesting stat to keep track of around here. Don't though. It'll just make you depressed."

"That doesn't -- well, what's your name?"

"I don't like names. I don't like people knowing who I am."

He furrows his brow. Then, trying to force the matter by introducing himself instead, he says: "I'm Alex."

"Nice to meet you Alex," she says, and shakes his hand. She swings it theatrically up and down a few times, her arm forming a sine wave with his. "Hey. Listen. If you do decide to keep of track that stat, you don't get to reset it to zero now. You blew your wad too early. You didn't wait for me to actually ask."

"What should I call you? Don't you have anything like a nickname or something, at least?"

"Persistent. I like it. Well, I've been called L.A. Blue Girl." She twirls a bang around her finger to indicate the obvious reason why.

"That's kinda weird."

"True, true. Hmm. If you don't like that, you can always call me Camelia."

>>3818074
Please protect our fellow gay arsonist

>>3818074
WHAT THE FUCK?

>>3818083
WHAT

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"So are you an artist?" Camelia asks.

"I'm not really anything. I like to draw, that's all."

"I mean. Do you wanna be an artist?"

"It doesn't pay the bills."

Camelia laughs. She points at Alex with a bandaged finger. "Those don't sound like your words. Those sound like the words of someone who told you not to be an artist."

"My dad."

"Dads are the worst. Fuck dads."

Alex eats his green beans.

"What do you wanna be if not an artist, then?" Camelia asks.

Alex shrugs. "I haven't thought about it."

"You're what, 14? And homeless. You might want to think about it, is all I'm saying."

"You know..." Alex begins. His frustration is apparent on his face, but he's too non-confrontational to tell her to go away. Instead he tries the diplomatic option: "I just got here. I don't want to think about stuff like that right now. I just want to eat."

"Are you good with computers, Alex?"

"Huh?"

Camelia pantomimes typing. "Ticketty tack. Coding. That's what they tell folks nowadays, right -- learn to code? And we're right next door to Silicon Valley so hey."

"Yeah. I'm good with computers. I did FIRST Robotics and took a class on programming, too. It was fun." He frowns. "What made you think I'm good with that stuff?"

"It's your style, you know? The way you draw isn't like some hippy dippy INFP type. You just straight up drew that bird exactly as it was -- like your hands are photocopiers. What I mean to say is you've got an analytical eye. Like me." She bows her head slightly forward and quirks an eyebrow, the one above the eyepatch, as if sharing an inside joke, but Alex is at a loss. She leans back again and stretches luxuriously, spine forming a right angle with the chair. Speaking through a yawn, she adds: "It's no surprise you're into techy stuff... if you're too much of a wuss to chase your passion, you'd make a really good code monkey. For sure, for sure."

>>3818083
EX-FUCKING-CUSE ME?

>>3818083
Well Camelia's been at this for a while, huh?

>>3818099
H-how fucking deep does this go?

>>3818083
>>3818099
Hello, I'm Confused.

...oh boy. Time to dig.

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"Well I want to do something I'm passionate about," Alex says. "Sure, I could make a good living as a programmer or something, but what's the use if I'm not happy?"

"Fair. Totally fair! I like you, Alex. You don't want to sell your soul for a buck. So... if that's the case, go be an artist. Nothing's stopping you."

"But..."

"But you're a pussy. No, that's fine, I get it."

Alex winces and looks away.

"Let's lick this pickle. You want to be passionate but you're afraid to fail. It's a classic catch-22."

"I guess."

"But you only think there's nothing in a nice, safe technical field that you can be passionate for," Camelia says. "You haven't even looked, have you? You haven't pushed yourself. You haven't done your research. You haven't found someone to aspire to!"

"Someone to aspire to? What, I should go and try to be like Bill Gates?"

"Fuck Bill Gates. There are so many cooler people in the world. Better people." Camelia stoops way in, supporting herself on one arm against the tabletop. "Find a person who's doing something really world-shaking. Someone who's got fire in them... someone who has passion. Someone who's got so much passion for what they do that it's actually crazy. And let her be your inspiration."

Alex nods, considers this. After a beat, he says quizzically: "Her?"

"Or him. Or xir or who cares. Whatever." She stands. "Man alive. I've been yammering at you way too long. Sorry. It's kind of my way."

"No, that's fine. I haven't really had a conversation with anyone in a while." He ruffles the hair on the back of his head, laughing. "I guess I kinda forgot how to talk to people!"

"You're sweet," Camelia says. "Watch yourself around here. There are people with a sweet tooth lurking. And keep an eye on your possessions too."

"Oh... yeah." Alex takes a sip of his milk. "Hey... we talked so much about me, but what about you? What are you passionate for?"

Camelia's friendly demeanor vanishes. Her face and voice alike go utterly blank. "I'm passionate about revenge."

"Re... venge...?"

She turns and goes. Alex watches her leave the little mess hall.

He stays in the shelter for several months, and never sees her there again.

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

>>3818099
Wait, Alex used to be homeless? O-ok?

>>3818115
> I want to do something I'm passionate about
> I did FIRST and programming in high school
Alex...

>>3818115
Everything
EVERYTHING
Has gone according to Camelia's keikaku.

But why? What the fuck? What the hell else has she been responsible for?

>>3818083
>>3818099
>>3818115

It's been a while since S2. Has Alex and Camelia ever had a scene together?

>>3818124
That explains his utter devotion to Sable. She was the probably the first person that ever gave a shit about him.

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You are Alabaster Soliloquy, porn protag with a penchant for paizuri and international man of incestery. You survived Palau, and all you got was a qt shut-in wearing this T-shirt.

As you approach Whitney's office, you can hear voices beyond the closed door. It's precisely what you expected, and feared:

"...to select a campaign manager. One who can keep her focused on the issues--"

"Oh, sure, sure. I've got someone in mind--"

You burst in. At Whitney's desk sits David Darkbloom. Both stop talking, and look at you in surprise, Darkbloom swiveling in his chair.

"Alabaster--" he starts.

You grab him by the shoulders of his blazer and tug him back. His chair tips, and him along with it. He flails his arms to no effect -- topples, spills across the ground with a thud. You swing your legs over his supine form, wrapping his tie around your fist. Stooped over, with Darkbloom on the floor between your feet, you crabwalk him from the office, using the tie as a leash. You drag him into the C-suite hallway and down towards the conference room at the other end. He kicks and tries to fight himself free, but can't.

"Alabaster--!"

"You motherfucker!" You scream, still dragging him. "You're in jail, Darkbloom. You hear me? You're back in jail! I'm putting you back in the fucking superjail!"

Whitney briskly follows, and stands at the threshold of her office; Kay, Nelson and Armstrong are already at theirs -- all watch on with bewildered expressions. Noelle races up, hand on her holster, but she isn't sure what to do in this instance. She was charged with protecting you from danger; what should she do when you are the danger?

You stop at a random spot in the hallway. Darkbloom grabs your arm and uses it to haul himself up to his butt. "What the hell are you--"

You punch him in the teeth, knocking him flat onto his back again. "It wasn't enough for you to live inside my sister's head for a year! You have to fuck with her life even more now?"

"For god's sake! Stop!"

"Did you just murder a congressman, Darkbloom? You fuck! Answer me!" You're on your knees on the floor, straddling his chest, as you wail on him.

>>3818115
deeper than the fucking marianas trench

>>3818115
Which Camelia is even the original? I don't know what to think anymore

>>3818147
Both.

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Darkbloom, bloody and battered, manages to spin himself onto his side, dumping you to the ground. He wrenches his now ruined tie free of your grip and rises punch-drunk to his feet. You're upright too -- just in time for Darkbloom's fist to make contact with your forehead. You go stumble-hopping backwards; Darkbloom charges. He barrels into you and knocks you down, looms over you: "You utter depraved buffoon!" He thunders. "You out of control brat!"

With gritted teeth you grab his ankles and trip him. Somehow it pops into your head to take off one of your shoes, and climb atop him, and beat him with it. You slap him over the skull again and again, leaving dirty streaks in the shape of your sole's treads on his cheeks and forehead. Darkbloom, grunting like an enraged caveman, swats at the air between the two of you in an attempt to fend off the vicious shoe-slaps and protect his face. He finally catches it with the back of his palm and knocks it loose. It spins like a frisbee into the nearby wall. Seizing the advantage, Darkbloom hauls back and punches you two times in quick succession, square in the eye socket.

Reeling, literally seeing red, you wrap your hands around his throat and press down with your thumbs. Darkbloom grabs at your wrists and tries to pry your fingers away. His face turns colors, first a harsh crimson, then a deepening purple. Sweat pours down his forehead and mingles with the blood and grime.

"I'll kill you," you growl. "I'll kill you every single day from now until the end of time, until it sticks, you piece of shit. I promise that I will not leave this fucking Earth until I SEE you die!"

Your vision fills with stars. When it clears you're staring straight up at the ceiling.

Then, delayed, there suddenly comes the crackle of pain radiating like a fireball from the back of your skull, all the way around your head. Whitney is holding a fire extinguisher like a golfer after teeing off, her chest heaving, face a grimace of anger. After a moment she lowers the makeshift weapon, then drops it entirely. It clangs against the thinly carpeted floor.

Your speech is slurred and you just know a concussion is already beginning. "Yoooou--" you say, glaring up at her from where you lie.

"ME?!" She wails. "YOU! You stupid fucking fuckshit! If you kill Dalton's body, we're all dead! All of us! Are you trying to get us killed, Ally? Jesus fucking crimminy Christ!"

You sit up. "What did you know about this?" You demand. "Did he tell you that he was doing this? Did you help him murder a sitting member of congress?"

"You're bucking fughouse, Ally. Crazy. Crazy!"

Darkbloom is on his feet. He circles you, pulls his jacket straight by the lapels. "Whitney is right. You are completely off the reservation. Get yourself together."

You're bounding after him again -- it's Noelle now who comes between the two of you, gun drawn and held down at her legs, other hand pressing against your chest with thumb and forefinger. "Step back. Calm down."

>>3818141
Damn, Darkbloom's getting fucked up

>>3818156
oh, i get it now. his implant is overlaying darkbloom onto dalton's body.

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From behind you, Rose's voice, as she comes stomping into the C-suite: "I am for certain fu--"

She trails off, as she realizes what a scene she just walked into. Striding up and standing by your side, she finishes the thought: "I am for certain fucking hallucinating right now, because there is no way in hell that David Darkbloom was allowed to murder a congressman while we were in Palau."

"Apparently so," you fume.

Rose looks from your face, to Darkbloom's hiding behind Noelle. "Did he attack you, Alabaster?" She asks, appalled.

You point at him over Noelle's shoulder. "You're in jail, Darkbloom! You're in jail!"

"This is a farce," Darkbloom says. "You are a paranoiac and a lunatic."

"Oh!" Rose shouts. "That's pretty goddamn funny coming from the king of mass surveillance. The rank hypocrisy--"

"Are you really gonna let this happen?" You ask Whitney. "Are you seriously letting David Darkbloom manipulate you like this?"

"Manipulate--" Whitney says. She balls her fists and stomps. "You dickweasel. Manipulate me!"

"What else should I call it," you say, "when you're just going right along with this-- ludicrous idea of his, to run Cerise for congress--"

"It's my idea!" Whitney snaps. "It's my fucking idea, Alabaster!" You wince at hearing her deploy your full name. "You think I'm some sort of idiot. No, I get it. You don't think Whitney, stupid little Whitney can come up with anything on her own. You don't trust me. You think I'm going traitor just because I have a two second convo with bio-dad. Asshole! You stupid asshole! You're the stupid one!" Her eyes are welling up and her voice is shaking.

"Whitney," Rose begins.

"You shut up, too! Fuck you both!"

Darkbloom tries to lay a consoling hand on Whitney's shoulder; she slaps it away. "Go to hell," she sneers. "This isn't your in, David." She wheels and returns to her office, slams the door.

"Should I ask why everyone is treating Dalton Cantor as if he's David Darkbloom?" Noelle asks. No one responds to her.

"You killed him," you say. "I know you killed Isstein, David. And somehow or another you put that idea in Whitney's head. This has your name written all over it."

"I did no such thing," Darkbloom says.

"You're in jail!--"

"I am not in any goddamned jail," Darkbloom roars, stepping past Noelle. He squares up to you. You stand your ground, ready for round 2, and this time you've got Rose on your side, who's just itching to go as well. "You had better adjust to your new reality, Alabaster, or you will alienate yourself from everyone around you. Even your insufferable shrew of a wife here. I am trying my very best to help you all save this company, and yourselves, from utter ruin. That means working with me. Cease these temper tantrums and violent outbursts."

He pushes past you, and goes to his office now, and like his daughter, he slams the door.

>>3818156
>"I'll kill you," you growl. "I'll kill you every single day from now until the end of time, until it sticks, you piece of shit. I promise that I will not leave this fucking Earth until I SEE you die!"
I can kind of understand his frustration, Darkbloom literally won't stay dead

>>3818147
One of the neat things is that she doesn't seem to be aging from 2012 to 2018, at least not noticeably. Amber would be a preteen, so it's a bit odd. Maybe there's an issue with everyone's memories?

>>3818171
... fuck.

>>3818171
>making Whitney cry
this is not ok

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Watersports have always been a controversial topic in Fuck Quest, but it's one of my fetishes. In view of that, and considering the utility of having lewds in pastebins, here's something unprecedented. A scene with and without, for those to choose their own magical realm.

With: https://pastebin.com/KndgcNMn
Without: https://pastebin.com/1eJu8MB1

>>3818185
Oh fuck me please god yes

>>3818171
>You don't trust me
She shouldn't be talking desu

>>3818171
>You had better adjust to your new reality, Alabaster
Why bother when we can make reality adjust to us?

>>3818185
Oh. Ohhh.

>>3818185
This is great

>>3818185
Vivian's enjoying being the dom here, isn't she?

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>>3818185
>With
I have been enlightened

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Rose and Darkbloom are seated directly facing one another beside the boardroom conference table. Rose holds a small clear tube of concealer up next to Darkbloom's cheek, comparing the tones. She shakes her head, puts the tube back in her purse on the table, and digs noisily through it for another. Finding what she wants, she compares his skin to the new shade now, and this time she comes away satisfied. She uncaps the tube so she can start applying the concealer to Darkbloom's twin black eyes.

But you, standing over your wife's shoulder, disagree with the selection: "That's too dark."

"Just a hair," she says. "And the other shade was too light, so this one will have to do."

"You should go lighter if you have to go one way or the other."

"What are you talking about?" She glares at you over her shoulder. "Do you know how faces work, Alabaster? It's more natural-looking if the skin around the eye is darker, not lighter. I'm going to blend it anyway."

"I know how faces work. Fuck. The whole point is to cover up his black eyes. Not accentuate them."

"This is how you do it. It's so much more natural if-- God. Do you honestly have to stand there and give me makeup advice, too? Could you maybe let me do one fucking thing without trying to one-up me?"

"I'm just saying. I always go a little lighter. And no one ever noticed---"

"Well I go darker and no one ever noticed mine, either."

She turns, and puts the brush to Darkbloom's orbit, and applies the makeup. The expression on Darkbloom's face could not possibly be more judgmental -- of both of you.

>>3818258
This is somehow adorable in the worst kind of way.

>>3818224
Lolidom runs through her veins

>>3818258
Heh he.

>>3818258
Haha, I love this. Rose is right though

>>3818258
Kek

>>3818133
Alex and Camelia have been in the same room literally once in the entire reboot - during WhitneyQuest while Ally was locked up by the FBI, when they were sent to retrieve Penelope. We didn't get to see them interact with each other at all from any point of view.

>>3818273
>Rose is right though
Agreed

>>3818280
>>3818273
Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay

>>3818296
Darker is way more discreet, if somebody's face looks brighter you're gonna instantly know it's make-up

>>3818296
They're right, it's why brighter colors are used to highlight features in stage makeup.

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Darkbloom leaves the room, headed, he says, for his office.

"You're in jail!" You warn him on his way out. He grumbles.

"Well, Ally," Rose says when you're in private again. "I guess in Whitney's brain we both fucked up, somehow."

"Darkbloom did this, right? I'm not crazy?"

"Of fucking course he did it," Rose says. "There's no such thing as a coincidence. Awfully suspicious that convenient deaths just keep happening whenever they benefit Darkbloom financially or politically, isn't it?"

You arch an eyebrow.

"Do not even. I am not in the fucking mood."

You move on. "Do you think Whitney--"

"Based on her reaction? No. She's oblivious, as usual. Where's Cerise?"

"Took an early day. Having a congressional campaign dumped in your lap is pretty tough to deal with."

"Is she running?" Rose asks.

"Is she -- fuck, I don't know. No? She shouldn't. A, it plays right into Darkbloom's insane... whatever the fuck it is he's planning. B, she would be a shitty congresswoman. C... no. Just no."

"You don't want her to move to DC," Rose says.

You massage the bridge of your nose. "That's assuming she wins. Which she wouldn't. She'd be a total loser. It would be a disaster, believe me."

Rose puts her things back in her purse. "Well, flip a coin. Who wants to go play cleanup duty with Whitney?"

[ ] Go talk to Whitney. [On your own / with Rose / don't go yourself, send only Rose]
[ ] Let her cool down.

>>3818316
>[x] Go talk to Whitney on your own

>>3818316
>[x] Go talk to Whitney. [On your own]

>>3818316
>Send only Rose
We go back in there in any capacity and this situation is not getting defused.

>>3818316
>[x] Go talk to Whitney. [On your own]

>>3818316
>[X] Talk to whitney on our own

>>3818316
Why the fuck am I getting Hanako route vibes?

>[x] Let her cool down.

>>3818316
>[ ] Let her cool down.
Would rather not have a repeat of Sable/Alex. We should definitely talk to her later though, we haven't been great to her recently.

>>3818316
>[ ] Go talk to Whitney. [don't go yourself, send only Rose]
Whitney's not the one who needs to cool down.

>>3818340
>Would rather not have a repeat of Sable/Alex
Oh THAT'S why I'm getting Hanako route vibes.

>>3818316
>[X] Let her cool down.

Isn't it a bad idea for Cerise to run for congress, when she's the face of that massive DA scandal?

>>3818316
Talk to Whitney alone.

>>3818316
>[ ] Go talk to Whitney (With Rose)
Even if we're arguing for 20 minutes and want to kill each other we all need to be on the same page and talk to each other about this before it's too late

>>3818351
There are a lot of reasons why it's a terrible idea for Cerise to run for congress.

On that same token, there are a lot of reasons why it's a great idea for Cerise to run for congress.

Most of those reasons are the same reasons, if you catch my drift.

>>3818316
>[x] Let her cool down.
The ones you trust etc.

>>3818316
[x] Go talk to Whitney. [send only Rose]

>>3818354
I think we should go talk to her, but yelling is going to make things worse. We should go and apologize

>>3818351
Probably. I'd say maybe we could bank on /csg/ but they aren't in the most supportive state right now to say the least

>>3818371
And it's fine, any alleged videos of her allegedly sucking her alleged brother's alleged dick were obviously deepfakes created by the competition!

>[x] Go talk to Whitney. [On your own]

Closing and writing.

>>3818378
Motherfucker. God dammit you guys.

>>3818378
Yeah, I already regret this. Should have changed to [x] cool off.

>>3818378
Haha, fuck.

>>3818378
Time to eat I guess. Fuck Quest was fun.

>>3818369
I'm not saying we should yell at her or her to us, I'm saying, even if arguing is unavoidable, it's better to get to the heart of this issue instead of dilly dallying. Have you ever had something bad happen to a you and a friend/family member leading you both argue for a while to vent everything for like 20 minutes and then after you both get everything off your chest you both work out a solution together? Kind of like that, I believe we're close enough with Whitney to have our fights and still be able to talk to each other after

>>3818378
This is the fucking worst out of all of them, fuck whoever voted for this

>>3818378
P-play nice Ally...

>Alabaster has really matured as a person
>>3818378
I'm not holding my breath this time, even though I'll still hope.
But it wouldn't be Fuck Quest if Alabaster wasn't dead set on making the same mistakes.

The worst part is, sending Rose alone and Letting her cool down were tied at one vote under each ;_;

>>3818403
I was really liking our choices up until this point to, I don't remember one time where I was disappointing in /fq/ this whole season. Most people see how stupid this is so I don't even know how this won. The only good thing I could possible see coming from this is hate sex

>>3818416
Plurality can be a bitch.

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>[x] Go talk to Whitney. [On your own]

Whitney didn't lock her door, so that's a positive sign. She stands at her window with one hand behind her back in that extremely executive pose she adopts whenever she's ruminative. You wonder whether it's an affectation she picked up to act her part a little better, or whether it just comes natural.

"Take a look," she says, not glancing back at you, but jerking her head in the direction of the wall-mounted TV.

You turn and look. A reporter is speaking: "...stunning footage captured by a bystander of this PIT maneuver being executed on the suspect's vehicle." A shaky vertically-shot cell phone video shows exactly what the reporter describes, a police cruiser forcing a black SUV with a totaled frontend to fishtail and spin out at a 90 degree angle. Then, rushing from the vehicle, the driver gets all of about 20 feet before going down, dogpiled by policemen.

The anchor is still speaking. "...identified as Deshawn Washington, who police describe as a known associate of wanted gangster Tyrus Kang. Kang, who was ousted from the board at tech giant Darkbloom Analytics when his criminal associations came to light, is currently wanted in connection to a shootout that happened at a property he owns."

>>3818440
Oh holy fucking motherfucker.

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"Tyrus?" You breathe. "Why would Tyrus do this...?"

Whitney strides to her desk and shuts the TV off with the remote. She sits. "Think about it."

"I am thinking about it."

"Two reasons, maybe. A, it's a message. Everyone called Isstein our bitch-boy, right?"

"Not in those terms, usually."

"So he kills our bitch-boy because he wants us to know he's coming for us. Or option B... you said Tyrus has a freaky eye implant now, right?"

"Probably. I saw him pick it up in the Sapphire Club."

She motions at you with a palm. "There you go. If he's got an implant, he's got, like, a data uplink. He's playing 4D chess with the rest of us now. Probably knows bio-dad's alive. Probably wants to drive a wedge between us. What better way, than to do some crazy shit using bio-dad's same mopus on a Hyundai?"

"Modus operandi," you correct.

"Fuck you, Ally. Fuck you. You almost ruined everything just now." Real anger drips off her every syllable.

"I still don't believe it. This is too convenient -- maybe Darkbloom is working with Tyrus, somehow--"

Whitney pounds the desk. "Fuck you! And do you think I'm working with him, too? You accused me of murder just now! Fuck you! How dare you! You know who I've killed, Ally? One person. Vasily fucking Kerimov. I killed him for you. How dare you. How dare you!"

"You need to look out around Darkbloom," you say. "We need to keep our eyes on him. He can't be trusted. Just remember that."

"You do think I'm stupid! How many times are you going to tell me not to trust David Darkbloom? You think 'cause I've got his DNA, I'm like, under his spell? Or you don't think I'm bright enough to talk to him without him pulling Darth Vader mind tricks on me. As if you're so much smarter. Get out of my office, Alabaster, I swear to fucking god."

She's sobbing.

Instead of leaving, you go over to her and hug her. She weakly tries to push away, but you won't relent. "I love you," you tell her, over and over. You kiss the crown of her head. "I love you."

"I'm so fucking scared," Whitney sobs into your stomach, hands to her face. "I'm so scared of everything. I'm losing it... I can't take this anymore. I need my mom. I need everything to be normal again. I need you... I need you to fucking trust me... I'm gonna fall apart if you don't trust me, Ally. You're like the only person I can trust, so... if you think that of me... if you think I'd be like that... why... you stupid fucking asshole..."

You rub her back. "I trust you," you say.

"I'm losing it," she sobs.

"We'll get your mom back. Alex, too."

She cries for a long time, and you do your best to soothe her.

>>3818450
Everything went better than expected? Maybe?

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>>3818450
;_;

>>3818450
Proud that Ally could pull the stick out of his ass for one moment

>>3818450
>You know who I've killed, Ally? One person. Vasily fucking Kerimov. I killed him for you.

This statement is gonna haunt us down the line, isn't it? Someone's gonna find a way to use it as leverage.

Well, what's one more murder to take the fall for? Ally's got experience on that at least.

>>3818450
Muh heart

>>3818450
He really has grown up a lot.

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"Was it really your id--" you begin, but think better of asking that. Instead, you try: "Why do you want Cerise in congress?"

"Bio-dad had this plan, right, for me to run the company and Viv to be President. That was his idea. But the truth is, he thought too much of me. Way too much. I can't run this place. I can't even work the fucking coffee makers. I need Viv right here, and I need her here forever. She's the real CEO. I'm just sitting here playing Freecell." You glance at her monitor -- she really does have a Freecell game open. "I need Viv's help. Now more than ever. So my idea was different. Maybe our girl in Washington could be Cerise, instead... right?"

"But why her? Of all people."

"She's got everything... people love her. They wouldn't shut up about her after she testified at the Senate. She's the one and only person connected to us who has anything like popularity. Isn't she? She'd win liberals with the whole gay wife thing. She'd win the alt-righty *chan types with the NEET feet thing. She'd win men by being cute, women by being all, this-is-my-fight-song. Silicon Valley dorks with circuit bending. Idiots by being smart. Smart people by being cool. Cool people by not really being cool at all and so not actually a threat to their own coolness. Politics is all about, like, triangulation, right? Cerise is the Bermuda fucking triangle, Ally."

Whitney has rarely made a more startlingly cogent series of points. You're awestruck.

"Tell her to think about it, at least," Whitney says, snorting back her snot, and wiping her nose with the back of her hand. You grimace.

"Sure," you say.

>>3818523
Smartest girl in the universe

>>3818523
Why the fuck does this make so much sense? Why do I love it more and more?

>>3818523
>I'm just sitting here playing Freecell
Ew

>>3818523
>Whitney has rarely made a more startlingly cogent series of points. You're awestruck.
I realize we've had two weeks to stew on this, but come on Alabaster. Total power play and totally Whitney.
>Whitney says, snorting back her snot, and wiping her nose with the back of her hand.
What a fuckin champ.

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"Are you feeling any better?" You ask after she seems somewhat composed. You want to be sure.

"You're an assmunch."

"Okay, but are you--"

"I'll tell you what'll make me feel better. Let me fuck your sister tonight."

"Which one?"

"The gay one."

"That doesn't narrow it down."

"Cerise, fuckwit."

"Love pile's not canceled?"

"I fuck even when I'm mad. Especially when I'm mad. Anyway, Cerise didn't piss me off. So yeah. Love pile is still a go."

---

Whitney needed some space, and you needed some lunch, so you're riding the elevator down. At the lobby, as you step forth, you encounter a spongy barrier; you step face-first into Charlotte's sweater puppies.

Rebounding off them, you step back, and cock your head. Her arms are folded, and she's got a look on her face that you recognize. You've seen it on her daughter countless times, but never on her. That blank, dull-eyed gaze that signals violent jealousy.

"M-Mrs. Mallory?" You stammer.

She leans forward, squints at you.

"Are you--" you begin.

"You can call me Mom," she says flatly. "We've been over that. Haven't we?"

"Y-yeah."

She stares.

"...Mom?" You try.

But she doesn't say anything. After a few moments, you turn, and step sidewise past her. Only as you pass does she turn, and only to track you with her suspicious eyes.

You hurry off, feeling freaked out.

You eat your lunch, and by the time you're done, your freaked-out mood has been replaced by antsy energy. You've got a bit of time to kill before the end of the day.

[ ] Find Mom in the kitchen.
[ ] Find Rose2 in the theater area.
[ ] Find Noelle in the gym.
[ ] Find Charlotte in her office.

>>3818599
Oh.

>[x] Find Mom in the kitchen.

>>3818599
>[x] Find Noelle in the gym.
I will drink from this fountain until it is dry.

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>>3818599
>[x] Find Charlotte in her office.

>>3818599
>[X] Find Noelle in the gym.

>>3818599
Oh.
Oh my.

>[x] Find Noelle in the gym.

Sweaty cake thighs please.

>>3818599
>[x] Find Charlotte in her office.
Guys, we can't let our mother down.

>>3818599
D-does she know about Palau?

>>3818607
>Cockona

>>3818599
>[ ] Find Charlotte in her office.
She hasn't had enough screentime this season

>>3818599
>>3818603
>Noelle vote actually picking up steam

Well shit, I thought it was a lost cause.
Changing vote to [x] Find Noelle in the gym.

>>3818599
Oh man.

>[x] Find Noelle in the gym.

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>>3818607
>Cockona

>>3818599
>[x ] Find Charlotte in her office.

>>3818599
>[ ] Find Noelle in the gym.
Time for gains, brother.

>>3818599
>[X] Find Charlotte in her office.
Can you guys not read the mood? She wants some attention

>>3818599
>Noelle
Always.

>>3818631
I can read the mood. The mood is that Noelle is in the gym. And I'm very thirsty.

The fact that you nerds aren't trying to manipulate this in favor of a tie between Noelle and Rose2 is the part that surprises me most, you candy-craving motherfuckers are usually more relentless than this.

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>>3818631
Yeah, and if we keep her wanting, that's only going to make her more jealous.

>>3818645
I like the way this man thinks.

>>3818616
It's the scent of a rival woman. I expect the mothers to be setting up territories soon.

>>3818645
Don't bully our mom anon

>[x] Find Noelle in the gym.

OK.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BOcwgAmKIqM

>>3818671
It's not about bullying either or our moms, it's about baiting the trap so that they can bully us!

>>3818680
Anime of the fucking Year

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>>3818683
Depriving her of attention and fucking someone else as bait is bullying anon

>>3818680
N I C E

B U L K

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By the way, I made a tangentially-fq related Smash Ultimate stage

>>3818731
... fuck, guess I'm downloading it.

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>>3818599
>[ ] Find Noelle in the gym.
Definitely. Even if it means dealing with her knowing about Daltonbloom

>>3818764
Anon...

>>3818770
W-what?

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>[x] Find Noelle in the gym.

You stand and walk to the windows separating cafeteria from gym. What a sick joke it was to construct the building this way, taunting the indulgers with this constant view of the self-deniers.

Inside, a sight you didn't expect. Noelle is jogging on a treadmill. Well, that makes sense, on reflection. She's a former agent, and current bodyguard; she needs to keep in shape. You never thought of her as particularly fit, but then again, you've never seen her physicality put to the test. Right now she's maintaining pretty well at a cruising pace of what's got to be a 6-minute mile or so, not too shabby -- and other than the sweat pouring off her, she doesn't seem any worse for the wear. The expression on her face is serene and untroubled.

She seems to be winding down. The machine slows automatically, and she adopts a looser, less determined form to match the slower rate. Then, a shark circling in the water. That absolute motherfucker. Saul gets on the treadmill next to hers, and strikes up a conversation as he begins to jog. Doesn't he pull enough action from this gym without edging in on your own personal bodyguard?

She tugs the earbuds out of her ears and perks up as he talks to her. You feel ill.

He says something that makes himself laugh, but Noelle's face is just mildly perturbed, perhaps a bit annoyed to have her music interrupted. A quick back-and-forth ensues, then, followed by another laugh from Saul, this one obviously more awkward. Noelle says something quick, that leaves Saul momentarily speechless. Then he's rambling as Noelle's machine draws to a stop. He rubs the back of his head, laughing, eyes closed; and Noelle uses the opportunity to walk away. He's still talking by the time he opens his eyes to find that she's gone.

---

You find Noelle at the benchpress machine, doing reps. You circle and stand over her.

"Oh boy," she says, peering up as her muscles heave and flex with the load. "I guess the entire Mallory family is gonna try to fuck me today."

"I'm not a Mallory," you huff, insulted. "I'm a Soliloquy. Always have been, always will be." You watch for a moment. "Don't you need a spotter or something?"

She laughs at you. "Okay, fine. Spot me."

You puzzle over how to spot her on a machine like this. The weights are all contained inside a rack and move on a connected steel pulley.

"You don't need a spotter on a machine like this, dumbass," Noelle finally informs you. "Wow. How have you gone your entire life without knowing that? Don't you ever work out?"

"I work out all the time," you lie.

She sits up, and uses the terrycloth rag around her neck to wipe the copious sweat from her brow. The black leather of the seat she was lying on is coated with her perspiration too. She stinks -- in a way that's not unpleasant. "All right. Show me."

You eye the weights. She was lifting 100 pounds. That's not too hard, right?

[ ] Show her.
[ ] Uh, this is my rest day. Hey, let's relax in the sauna.

>>3818783
Ahaha
Ahahahahahaha


>[x] Sauna
Please don't hurt yourself, Alabaster. This is a /fit/ meme waiting to happen.

>>3818783
>[ ] Show her.
Now's as good a time as any. I always kind of wondered what would have happened if Alabaster had joined the soccer team.

>>3818792
I'm willing to bet it's a double pully machine.

>>3818783
>[ ] Show her.
I mean, even Alabaster can do 100lbs

... Right?

>>3818783
>[x] Uh, this is my rest day. Hey, let's relax in the sauna.
We've already embarrassed ourselves more than enough here

>>3818539
It's the Sport of Kings and obviously of the SGITU

>>3818783
>[x] Show her.

>>3818783
>[ ] Show her.

>>3818783
>[X] Uh, this is my rest day. Hey, let's relax in the sauna.

>>3818783
>[x] Uh, this is my rest day. Hey, let's relax in the sauna.
Imagine if we, Alabaster Soliloquy, Fuck Quest protagonist fucking died at the gym of all places.

>>3818783
>[x] Show her.
Think of it as an opportunity to train for future BOOSTOS.

>>3818796
If it's a double pull, then it's weighted for 100 pounds PER ARM.

Of course, Ally sure as fuck wouldn't know the difference.

>>3818783
>[x] Show her.
I'm ready

>>3818779
The vote was called like 20 minutes before

>>3818783
Ouch, Saul must be feeling that sting

>[ ] Show her.
The ultimate irony would be if Alabaster actually pulls it off

>>3818783
>[x] Show her
100 pounds isn't that much all things considered. just gotta train up that BOOSTO

>>3818783
>[x]show her
this ought to be good for a laugh

>[x]show her

Here we go.

>>3818827
I can't believe this quest ends with a hernia.

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>>3818827
Peperony and chease, Alabaster Soliloquy. It was a good run while it lasted.

>>3818831
Aha, but now Noelle has to accompany Alabaster to treat his "aches".

>>3818783
WAIT

>the entire Mallory family

Did Charlotte preposition her too?

>>3818827
I doubt anybody her is actually expecting him to do it

>>3818840
... Proposition.

>>3818815
I hadn't updated in a while, we've all done that.

>>3818840
that also implies rose as well right?

>>3818862
I don't think Rose would be up to that. But it could easily back-engineer yet another of a multitude of possibilities for Charlotte to have... That... Reaction towards us.

>>3818862
Rose is a Soliloquy, don't be mistaken!

>>3818874
>taking her husband's name
How trad.

>>3818827
I can't believe we perma four episodes into the season.

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>>3818963
Ohhh man

>>3818963
>>3818963
ooooooohooohhhh yes

>>3818963
God yes.

>>3818963
Damn, you really are going all out with the exhibitionism stuff. I approve.

>>3818963
I'm seriously wanting this impregnation.

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You eat ice cream with Noelle in the cafeteria. Hey, you burned enough calories for a little extra snack, right?

"So I take it that somehow David Darkbloom lives inside Dalton Cantor's brain now," she says. "In an implant?"

"Yeah."

"You need to tell me these things if I'm supposed to protect you and Whitney and the rest." She stirs the ice cream with her tiny spoon and frowns at you, cheek on fist. "How am I supposed to keep you safe if you're not giving me all the info?"

"Excuse me for not trusting you--"

She groans. "Oh, get bent with this trust spiel. Either retain me as your bodyguard or fire me, but if you retain me, trust me."

"Fine," you agree. It's maybe a bad time to be responding to ultimatums, because you're definitely not going to fire the owner of a pussy that nice right after you just got done fucking it.

"And I gather that you're planning a half-cocked mission to Vail to rescue Renee and Alex," she adds.

You nod.

"I'm coming," she says. "I'd like to see Mara dead myself, anyway."

[ ] Okay.
[ ] No, you're not.

>>3818987
>[x] Okay.
She's got a particular set of skills that we can use.

>>3818987
>[x] Okay.

>>3818987
>[X] Okay
Can't think of a reason not to.

>>3818987
[x] Okay.
We'd be insane to deny a pussy that nice

>>3818987
>[x] Okay.
Can't see how she could be a liability. Though maybe by making these decisions we're just unknowingly choosing all the cast members who are going to die

>>3818963
Oh my god

That was phenomenal

>>3818987
>[x] Okay.
What'll she need?

>>3818987
>[ ] Okay.
It'd be dumb if we didn't bring our bodyguard for this

>>3818987
>[x] Okay.
Hell yeah

>>3818996
D-don't say things like that.

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You're naked in the back of Vivian's limousine. Not for any particularly sexual reason -- just because your clothes are ruined.

Still, you idly play with each other while you talk. You get a bit lovey-dovey sometimes.

"Hey," you say. "Why are you so obsessed with me, anyway?"

"You're an interesting girl, Amber. That is all."

"I think it's because you've got daddy issues."

She paws at your tits. "I am thinking of stones and glass houses at the moment."

"Haha. No, really. You think I killed your dad... and what's more rebellious than shacking up with the bitch who iced pops?"

"Perhaps," Vivian agrees. "Or perhaps I just adore this little orifice of yours..." she pets you down there, and you have to push her hand away. You're too ticklish from all the use earlier to go again for real.

You keep her at bay by kissing her, and she hungrily returns the gesture. Skipping school to dyke it up with her was a pretty swell idea, if you do say so yourself... but you just know you're going to be sore tomorrow.

When you pull back from the kiss, a little trickle of blood is coming down Vivian's cheek, from her tear duct. She doesn't seem to notice. You can't help gasping in fright.

"Viv -- your eye..."

She blinks, and rubs her cheek with her thumb. The blood smears across her skin. She pulls her thumb away now, and glances down at it. "Oh. Pardon me."

"For what? Your eyeballs exploding?"

"It's... these terrific migraines I've been getting. Along with that I'm also getting a terrible pressure behind my eyes... I apologize if you're worried. It is really nothing to be concerned over."

"Worried, shit. YOU should be worried. You should, I dunno, go to a doctor if your eyes are bleeding. Just a thought."

She only shrugs, and wipes the rest of the blood away.

"Are you seriously not gonna get that checked out?"

"I know why it happens," Vivian says. "A doctor cannot help."

You feel more than a little uneasy, but you know well enough to drop the subject.

The limo pulls up to the gates of Darkbloom Analytics, and she steps out. She turns and leans in through the rolled-down window. "My chauffeur will take you back to Alabaster's," she says. "...Unless you would like to spend the night with me, at my home?"

"Mom would be too worried. Anyway, it's Alabaster's turn with my pussy tonight."

"Mm. Then I will reserve it for tomorrow."

[ ] "Hey, wait -- skip work and hang out with me today."
[ ] Go back to D-- to Alabaster's for now.

>>3819048
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. I hope she's going to be okay. ;_;

>[x] Go back to Daddy's house for now.

Important stuff happening, Vivian should be kept up to speed. Especially if she's making this sacrifice along with Ally and Anna.

>>3819048
DEEPLY concerned.

>[x] "Hey, wait -- skip work and hang out with me today."

>>3819048
>[ ] "Hey, wait -- skip work and hang out with me today."

>>3819048
>[ ] "Hey, wait -- skip work and hang out with me today."

Suddenly concerned with letting Vivian go offscreen for too long.

>>3819048
>[ ] Accompany Vivian to her office. Maybe greet Mom and Rose2 on the way, and more importantly INFORM THE RELEVANT PEOPLE ABOUT VIVIAN'S EYE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT.

>>3819048
>[ ] Go back to D-- to Alabaster's for now.

>>3819059
This is actually also a pretty good idea

>>3819048
>[x] "Hey, wait -- skip work and hang out with me today."
Reminder that Amber has no idea there's in implant in Vivian

>>3819066
Amber doesn't. Camelia might.

>>3819059
>[X] "Hey, wait -- skip work and hang out with me today."

>>3819066
You think she'd be able to put that together, though, right?

>>3819067
Camelia is dead, though. I don't doubt that Camelia probably knew this would happen, but unless Amber remembers what she knows, she's not gonna have a clue what's causing it.

>>3819068
The only ones she knows about are the Penelope, Catachresis, and Camelia. I don't think she knows about any of the clones, Galatea, or Diegesis.

>>3819066
And you think she's retarded enough not to realize what's going on?

>>3819048
>[ ] "Hey, wait -- skip work and hang out with me today."
>>3819059
There's just one problem with that. We're butt fucking naked.

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>[x] Hey, wait -- skip work and hang out with me today.

You get dressed at Vivian's house -- or try to, between her attempts to fuck you. This girl is insatiable, a total slut. And her wardrobe is utterly bizarre. There is nothing even close to normal -- or comfy -- to be found in her many closets. Only business formal and her weird gothic Lolita gear. You decide to doll yourself up, and go for a ritzy dress. You don't get the chance to wear stuff so audacious -- or expensive. This outfit has got to cost north of $10k. Vivian is only too happy to help you with it, and even does your makeup for you. You look like Pippi Longstocking got crossed with Wednesday Addams in a freak teleportation incident, but hey, you pull it off.

You spend a few hours together at an arcade. It feels like a date -- you're not sure you've ever had an honest to goodness date before. Unfortunately, no one else seems to realize it's a date, because about two dozen different guys try to hit on either you or her, or both, during the excursion. Oh well. You've got a pretty mean tongue, but nothing can measure up to the way Vivian turns potential suitors down. She can say volumes with a withering stare, and if the guy is too dull to get the message from that, she can end his entire life with a few choice words, delivered properly. "How disgusting," is a favorite of hers. You'll have to use that one.

Vivian is bizarrely good at claw games. She wins you three stuffed penguins before you have to inform her that you're all penguined up for life and don't require any further penguins. No more penguins. Really.

You get the chance, in turn, to show her that you're a monster at DDR. Even in a dress, you've got it. She watches transfixed as you perfect clear several songs.

>>3819105
We can find a new pair of clothes, this situation probably happens a lot here

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>>3819110
>Kimochi warui

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>>3819110
>You get the chance, in turn, to show her that you're a monster at DDR.

>>3819110
scary

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At the end of it all, you take her somewhere you think she ought to see. Vivian isn't particularly athletic, and she struggles to climb the tree, but you help her up.

You're perched together at a distant remove from Dalton Cantor's sprawling backyard, and you watch through binoculars. Dalton, or the man his family assumes is Dalton, plays and tussles out there with a young boy, while his wife tends a grill.

"Have you been spying on him like this since day one?" Vivian asks, more curious than anything.

"Someone's got to keep an eye on him."

"Whitney is doing so," she says. "She keeps him bugged around the clock."

"Never hurts to have a second set of eyes on him," you say.

But the truth is, you feel weirdly disturbed by it all, and can't take your eyes away even if you wanted to. It feels unfair. This man who ruined your life, in two different timelines apparently, or whatever -- gets to have a second chance with a loving family. You wanted Vivian to see it because you wanted to know you weren't alone in feeling this way. She watches as he tosses the old pigskin back and forth with the kid, who's all of about 8. They laugh and joke and play-tussle.

"Father never showed such affection to me," Vivian says.

That's all you needed to hear -- you're not alone.

"Of course, it is part of the role he has to play," Vivian says, reasoning it out to herself, to justify it. "Dalton was always a... very loving father."

"What an asswipe," you mumble.

She looks at you. "Would you hate me, Amber, if I told you that I still love him?"

"I dunno. He's your dad. Can't help that." But you feel a pang of resentment in your heart regardless.

"I try not to," she adds.

"Do you have an implant?" You ask her. "Is that why your eye -- you know."

"Yes." She clasps your hand, and holds it tight. "Please do not tell anyone. Some suspect -- none know. It can be between us."

"Okay," you say, and kiss her.

>>3819110
>Vivian is bizarrely good at claw games. She wins you three stuffed penguins before you have to inform her that you're all penguined up for life and don't require any further penguins. No more penguins. Really.
This is adorable

>>3819116
;_;

>>3819116
>"Okay," you say, and kiss her.
this romance will only end in tragedy

>>3819116
>But the truth is, you feel weirdly disturbed by it all, and can't take your eyes away even if you wanted to. It feels unfair. This man who ruined your life, in two different timelines apparently, or whatever -- gets to have a second chance with a loving family. You wanted Vivian to see it because you wanted to know you weren't alone in feeling this way. She watches as he tosses the old pigskin back and forth with the kid, who's all of about 8. They laugh and joke and play-tussle.
>"Father never showed such affection to me," Vivian says.
oof

>>3819116
>Some suspect -- none know
Is she really this confidant I'm her acting skills? It's the most obvious thing ever

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Gonna go to bed.

Sunday at 9 PM EST: Gal arrives! Chloe strikes! The gathering storm! A key decision.

>>3819134
sleep tight OP

>>3819134
Night OP

>>3819134
>A key decision
Oh boy

>>3819134
Goodnight OP.

>>3819134
Sleep well, OP-sama. Good work as always.

Boop, 4:21

>>3819134
Time to die. It's 4:21.

'night OP.

>>3819134
>Chloe strikes
Was wondering what Chloe's up to considering the episode title.

See ya OP.

>>3819134
nini

>>3818171
Hasn't she broken our trust like twice over now?
>attacking carmelia without asking us
>helping Vivian acquire darkbloom's assets and bust us out
What the shit Whitney? She's already been manipulated like three times
>By Darkbloom
>By the idol
>By Mara (almost)

Why shouldn't we be sceptical

>>3819250
There’s a world of difference between not trusting due to low competency and not trusting due to thinking the other person is a murderer. Ally accused Whitney of conspiring to kill an innocent. That’s the main reason why she’s so fucked up over it.

>>3819269
We accused Darkbloom of killing him, we didn't say shit about Whitney doing it.

>>3819285
>You sit up. "What did you know about this?" You demand. "Did he tell you that he was doing this? Did you help him murder a sitting member of congress?"

>>3819116
FAMILY MAN
>>3818987
>>3819048
This was a good decision. Although I have to wonder, who are we leaving behind to keep DA secure?

>>3818099
Camelia scenes are Kino

>>3818523
If cerise actually ran for president I would vote for her!

>>3818996
haha.... ha

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>>3819134
BEST GIRL IS COMING!

>>3819269
He thought she was being manipulated into doing it though, that would fall under a lack of competency

>>3819116

Jesus, is there anyone in Fuck Quest that doesn't have serious issues with their parents?

>>3819467
Rose and her parents get along pretty well

>>3819467
If that's the case, I'm terrified about the prospect of knowing Chloe's parental hangups.

On the other hand, we never got to learn about the parents of Noelle, Kay, Sable, and Makoto so maybe there's still a chance at least one of them got lucky? Okay, maybe not for the last two considering how they turned out.

>>3819596
>Noelle, Kay, Sable, and Makoto

>Noelle
Going to assume something to do with why she became a fed

>Kay
She up and joined the military pretty young, probably was trying to get out of the house

>Sable
There's no way that there's anything normal behind that

>Makoto
Japanese people don't actually have parents present in their house. Just watch any anime

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>>3819596
You can't have parental hangups if you don't have parents in the first place.

Couple things about the flashback with Alex.

First part takes place on 4/22 but mentions it’s predawn so likely his house burned down on 4/21.

On 5/21 Camelia says the last time was asked her name is 30 days ago so that means it was also 4/21.

The date Camelia sets Alex on a path towards Sable is 5/21, Sable’s birthday.

>>3820679
Good observations, Anonymous-dono. Very very good.

How much of everything we've done has played right into Camelia's hands? Is anything even straying a little bit?

>>3820765
I want Camelia to plan my death in excruciating detail

So did we ever figure out what Charlotte was so peeved about?

Did she find out about Palau?

>>3821077
Oh, most certainly. There's no way Kay (or Scarlett) wouldn't relish the chance to rub it in.

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>>3821086
Bio-mom rubbing in the face of ersatz mother the fact that she fucked her son and daughter.

>>3821172
What’s the exchange rate on Charlotte’s good boy points to Scarlett’s good boy points? Need to know if we made a good deal or not.

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Alex lies on his cot in the cell he shares with Renee, staring at the ceiling. "What's your happiest memory?" He asks.

Renee, sitting on the edge of her own cot, doesn't need to think. "Seeing Whitney and Vivian after I got out of prison," she answers. "Seeing how beautiful they were... how much they had grown and all the things they had accomplished."

"That's so nice."

"What's yours?" Renee asks. This is a positive sign, she thinks, and she wants to encourage it -- to lift Alex's spirits.

"Did I ever tell you that I was homeless? As a teenager."

"No... no, you didn't. But that can't be a happy memory, can it?"

"Why not?" Alex asks. "I was at this one shelter for a little while. Homeless youths, you know. A lot of mixed-up kids... well, I guess I was a mixed-up kid too. They wanted to keep us occupied so we wouldn't get into trouble. Every few months as a charity kind of thing, they had a bake sale. Proceeds going to funding for the shelter. And we had to bake a bunch of goodies and then sell them out front of a grocery store. I was only there long enough to do one bake sale, myself."

"How did it go?"

He smiles at the recollection. "It was amazing. I'm no good with cooking, but apparently I'm good with selling. I got more sales than anyone else... more than anyone at the shelter had EVER gotten at any bake sale. Everyone was so happy and proud of me for that. And then because of that, the manager of the store gave me a job, and when I went into the foster program, he took me in."

"That's really sweet of him."

"Well he..." Alex trails off. Instead of elaborating, he moves on. "The sale itself was just so fun. I think about it a lot." He pulls himself up into a sitting position and faces Renee. "I keep thinking that some day I might want to set up another bake sale. You know?"

Renee smiles. He's talking about the future -- a future beyond the walls of this cell. "That's a wonderful idea, Alex."

But Alex is deathly serious. "Ms. Carte... Renee... would you want to be in a bake sale?"

"Why not? I mean, I've never been much of a chef myself either but--"

"You have to be careful when you cook," Alex says, "or you might end up burned."

"Sure. I'm not that bad of a--"

"Are you sure you'd be okay with being in the bake sale I set up?"

It finally clicks in Renee's head. Her heart drops. She steadies her voice and says: "Well, we need to think about logistics. We want to make sure it works with everyone else's schedule too."

"Sure," Alex says, "but I don't want to wait too long."

"I understand. We've still got a bit of time to sort it out."

"Okay," Alex agrees. "Just let me know, though. I wouldn't want to set up a bake sale if you're not on board."

"Thank you, Alex."

Alex lies back down and moves the conversation on -- this exchange is a brief interlude among many other normal topics, slipped in as discreetly as possible so that any eavesdroppers might miss its real import. Renee feels ill for the rest of the night regardless.

>>3821185
Oh fuck.

>>3821185
So much Alex backstory in this episode.

I'm afraid of what's coming next.

>>3821188
Full Life Consequences.

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The next morning, while Alex and Renee work at their stations, Mara visits.

"Give me a status update," she demands of Renee.

Renee answers, with hate in her eyes: "I am still several weeks out."

"Bullshit," Mara sneers. "You have your project files from Penelope, you should be more than capable to adapt those in a shorter period of time. You are purposely delaying."

"Think what you want."

The armed men surrounding Mara do not have a friendly demeanor to begin with, and Renee's impudence only makes things worse. Renee knows she's on thin ice, but isn't sure how to proceed.

"You will be ready by Tuesday or I will kill you," Mara says simply.

"I guess you're going to kill me, then," Renee says, shrugging. "You're asking the impossible. I can't be ready by--"

"I will kill Whitney and Vivian, too."

Renee exhales. "Vivian -- oh my God. You would. Even your own daughter, Mara."

"You said it yourself. She is more yours than mine. She cast her lot in with you people. So she can die with you too. It makes no difference. Will you be ready to operate by Tuesday or not?"

Alex pipes up: "We'll be ready."

Mara wheels on him. "You. I heard your sneaky little code speak. You are plotting something."

"Huh?" Alex says. "The codebase for Diogenes is nearly complete... it will be ready to go by Tuesday. I promise."

Mara motions at a man behind her: "This is Lev. He will be helping you debug your code. If he finds any discrepancies or errors, he will report them directly to me. The people you love will pay for your mistakes. Remember that."

"He's welcome to take a look," Alex says. "I could use the help anyway. The rest of the programmers here are awful."

Lev, an unbelievably corpulent and pigfaced and odorous man, circles and sits beside Alex in a wheeled chair that creaks beneath his heft.

"You are trying to be too clever by half," Mara warns Alex. "You are not ready for the retribution that stepping out line brings. You will finish your work and hand it over like the servile worker bee you are."

Alex turns wordlessly towards his keyboard and begins again to work.

"Are we understood?" Mara demands. When Alex does not reply, she adds: "You are just begging to get someone killed, Alex. Answer me."

He turns to her again. "I know what I am now," he says. "Maybe you don't."

Mara smiles. "You're just a brainy little fairy in over his head. Nothing more. Don't forget yourself."

"See? You're wrong." He leers at her. Her breasts. "Maybe before I kill you, I'll show you how wrong you are."

It turns out even Mara Darkbloom can be taken aback sometimes. After all her threats and vicious treatment, he would say even something like that without compunction.

"Lev can look at my code all he wants," Alex says. "He won't find anything out of bounds. The thing I'm planning involves slipping a knife into your eyeballs after Ally comes here and frees me. I don't need malicious code for that."

"I will enjoy watching you die," Mara says, voice quaking with rage.

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>>3821195
J-Jesus Christ, Alex.

>>3821195
My boy's a scrapper

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>>3821195
Fuck yeah, Alex

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>>3821195
I have been waiting for this scene.

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Alex, unbelievably, befriends Lev.

Although Lev personally heard Alex threaten Mara with rape and death, although Lev is charged with sniffing out the subterfuge that Mara believes lurks in Alex's work, although Lev is not meant to trust Alex even one iota, it is hard to resist the charm. Alex has that effect on people. Because the person Lev actually discovers banging away at the architecture of the Diogenes platform is totally different from that first impression: he's a sweet, toothless, harmless, jovial -- feminine -- young boy. Not a mutineer.

Lev does his job, though. He reviews Alex's work in keen and painstaking detail. But he finds nothing untoward; hovers over Alex's shoulder day and night to watch the boy work and never sees him do anything besides diligently add to the program logic of Diogenes.

Lev is quite clearly impressed with Alex's vision and efficiency as a coder, and soon finds himself frequently praising the work. Alex turns pink and smiles at the praise every time, batting his eyelashes, giggling -- stroking Lev's arm, saying it's really nothing special. Lev takes to calling Alex "little bird," a nickname Alex warms to and blushes to hear. Sometimes Lev comes out with an idea of his own, usually a stupid or unworkable one; Alex unfailingly praises it as a great one, and thanks Lev for the help.

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>>3821077
isn't she peeved about Saul's nonstop pickup train?

>>3821212
Reminds me of the strategy that Alex used on that server farm employee.

>>3821213
Doubt it. I think it was established that they're both all in with the swinger arrangement, kek

>>3821222
>strategy
That was accidental. But Alex is fully aware of his charms. Lev won't survive long.

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On Saturday evening, the blooming relationship hits a minor snag. As Alex types, Lev notices what Mara might call a discrepancy. "Go back up to that line," Lev commands, pudgy finger streaking the screen. His voice is harsher than it's been in quite some time.

Alex shows him.

"What is the purpose of this?" He asks. "Explain yourself. I am not following."

"It's a placeholder for now," Alex says. He sounds oblivious to Lev's suspicion. "Ugh... I should comment my code better! Hee hee. I'm so awful at that kind of thing. I'm sorry if you're confused here. It's all my fault. Anyway, it's going to monitor the clock speed of the grain and lower the amperage draw if it goes too high. That's all."

"Have you not already put that protection in place? I saw you working on similar code days ago."

"It needs redundancy. The worst thing would be if the processor overheats and burns your eye. That could ruin the device and maim the user... anyway, I need a little bit more progress on Ms. Carte's design to know where the right limits should be."

Renee, from across the table, at her own station, frowns at him. She wonders what he's playing at.

Lev suspiciously reviews the code for several long minutes, looking for the trick. He can't discern it. It's finally Alex who interrupts, asking: "Are you hungry, Lev?"

"A bit."

"I'm starving! Look, I know it isn't when they usually give me lunch, but -- I would be SO appreciative if you could--"

"Hmmph."

"Lev?"

"I can feed you, little bird," he says. "I have a cabin here. Plenty of food. You are right, we should take a break."

"Oh -- thank you! You're too nice to me, Lev."

Lev stands, and uncuffs Alex from the table. The other programmers in the work area seem a bit uneasy with the favored treatment being bestowed upon the hostage, but they don't dare to speak out of line. There's an organizational hierarchy at play; Lev is way too high up the food chain to countermand or so much as question his decrees. He leads Alex out by the hand. "Let's go get you a worm, little bird."

"Hee hee."

Renee watches Alex leave, speechless.

He doesn't return until much, much later that night, dropped back off at his cell by Lev himself. And he won't speak when he does get back, although after Lev is gone, he passes the sleepless Renee three packs of cigarettes plus a lighter before lying down.

>>3821195
Our boy isn't down for the count. There might just be something of him left to save after all.

>>3821233
This hurts. I'm sure it's a ruse, but it hurts.

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>>3821233
oh

>>3821213
I was thinking the game, but Saul hadn't started hitting on Noelle when we first saw them in the gym, so it's not likely she saw them interacting

>>3821233
>"It needs redundancy. The worst thing would be if the processor overheats and burns your eye. That could ruin the device and maim the user... anyway, I need a little bit more progress on Ms. Carte's design to know where the right limits should be."
Neat. Wonder if this is where the Chinese are getting hung up?