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Alobomb
Time Traveler
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[X] All in, baby!
Markala, Blueshift, Nevill, Omniatrix, Tjakari, 7ime1ock
I mean I was pretty much certain y'all would choose this, but a nice way for me to kill time no? I'm getting drunk on nice wine tonight at a family gathering, so I'll probably only be writing for my myriad of other quest ideas. I wanna start another of my quest ideas as a full thing, cause I do have some fun ones, but I'd feel bad taking mental energy away from this one. Perhaps during an intermission of some kind in the future. A while off though.
Update should get written and posted tomorrow, I've got the day off so I'll have plenty of time to focus.
[X] All in, baby!
Markala, Blueshift, Nevill, Omniatrix, Tjakari, 7ime1ock
I mean I was pretty much certain y'all would choose this, but a nice way for me to kill time no? I'm getting drunk on nice wine tonight at a family gathering, so I'll probably only be writing for my myriad of other quest ideas. I wanna start another of my quest ideas as a full thing, cause I do have some fun ones, but I'd feel bad taking mental energy away from this one. Perhaps during an intermission of some kind in the future. A while off though.
Update should get written and posted tomorrow, I've got the day off so I'll have plenty of time to focus.
Alobomb
Time Traveler
- Location
- Canada
Ouh thanks for this, touches on some ideas we discussed a few pages ago. It's always nice to see stuff related to Life is Strange S1 pop up around the internet. Had it's problems but (obviously) I'm very fond of it. Thanks for the link!
I'm still writing the update
bit of writers block.
3.09
Alobomb
Time Traveler
- Location
- Canada
This Update:
[X] Cheat horse races Pt. Two
[X] Deal With Frank
Next Update:
[X] Follow up on Jefferson's Arrest
[X] Investigate Red Binders
The mid-morning sun makes you squint and rub your eyes. Ugh, getting your brain and body this desynched for sleep is always annoying. Chloe and Kate are staring at you, again. You sigh. "Third loop."
"Oh, shit, what happened?" Chloe steps forward and starts to rub your back, but you shake your head.
"Nothing too bad. This place is just way shadier than I thought. Needed more time to prepare to deal with the dude in charge than I had for us to get the money we need." You say, then follow it up with a yawn.
Kate glances up at Eli the bouncer, flicking his lighter as per usual at the front door. "Is it going to be dangerous?"
You stretch yourself out, trying to feel a bit more right in your body. "Nah, shouldn't be if everything goes well- which it should now that I know what's going on here." You look up at Chloe. "Chlo, pass me your phone?" She blinks, then rummages through her pocket to pull it out.
You quickly type in nearly the same sequence of bets that you'd done through the second loop for Chloe, marking in two extra points on the bets. 'Stop looking at phone here,' when the other bouncers come to watch you three, and 'Wake me up here before going to bet,' at the point where Chloe was brought to Jay. You're trusting that the cause and effect will be similar enough to cause the same series of events to unfold, and you do have a pretty good feel for this after two months in the same loop.
You hand her phone back and say, "Alright, here's what to bet and when, pay attention to the extra instructions, once we get inside I'm going to nap on the stands, I'm hella wiped out."
Chloe does her thing with Eli, you watch placidly as he palms her the business card. Sorry bud, you've got a big storm coming.
Not long after, you're reclining in your seat on the stands, letting the murmuring and cheering of the crowd fade into a background white noise, thankful that the still rising sun isn't hitting you straight on.
"Abluh?" You say, gracefully, as Chloe shakes you awake.
"It's time, sleeping beauty." She says with a grin. There's worse ways to be woken up.
"Okaaaay," you say with a yawn. You stretch yourself out and roll your shoulders. "Let's go."
The three of you get up as one, and you lead the pack, heading directly towards the suits watching you instead of the door. They look at each other uneasily as you reach them.
"Hey, Jay wants to speak with us?" You ask, putting as much arrogance into your tone as you can muster.
"Uh," the one on the left nudges the one on the right again. "Right, yeah, he wants to speak with her." He jabs one blunt finger towards Chloe.
You stare him down for a moment, unflinching, just long enough to make him frown, and then say, "Us."
The suit's silent for a moment, then he shrugs. "Alright, fine. Same to me. Cold out here anyway."
You smile at him and step aside, gesturing towards the staff door before he even starts walking to it. "Would you like to lead the way?"
The suit just grunts and does so. You smirk and Chloe and Kate as they watch you with wide eyes. "Watch and learn, you two," you say smarmily, and follow.
You confidently lead the others into Jay's office, mentally prepared for the rank smell this time. Before he can speak, or even process your appearance, you start, "Jay, I was wondering when you'd finally notice."
His bushy eyebrows shoot up, and he pauses a moment to look you over before responding. "Oh? Do I know you, kid?"
You smile easily at him. Okay, it's more of a smirk, you're having a good time. "No, but I know you." You plop down into the chair and cross your legs. "And, you probably noticed, I know your horse schedule too."
Jay frowns and grabs at his cold coffee, clinking his rings against the mug handle, and takes a sip. "Blech. Cold." You nod sympathetically. He leans back in his seat, looking you over again with a new… respect? Maybe. You've shown you know what's going on. "So, what? You ain't from the Gambling Commission. You from the Seattle crews?"
You smile. Mysteriously. You're not actually sure what a mysterious smile looks like, so you just cock your head a bit to the side while you do it. "Who, me? Who can say, Jay. What I can say is that you have a leak."
He chews his lip, and runs a hand over his stubble. He's not sure what to make of me. Which, I mean, I get it.Some kid with a pair of big facial scars, one of them fresh, walks into your office with 18k in winnings claiming to know about a leak. "Alright," he says finally, "what do you want?"
You let the smile drop from your face. "My winnings Jay," you try to look piercingly into his eyes, "all of them."
To his credit, he keeps his cool this time. "Right," he says with a snort, "what's a kid like you gonna do with almost twenty thousand dollars?"
Okay, now I need to freak him out a little, time to get creative. "... Kid?" You say speculatively, like you're trying the word on, rolling the syllables around your tongue. "Hmm, sure. We'll go with that, this time." You look at him appraisingly. "I'm a contractor, Jay. Independent. Most of the time, jobs seek me out, but business has been good lately, so I've been out of luck." You take one of his pens, stuff it in your pocket, then rewind time and pull it out, twirling it rapidly between your fingers. "In this case, this… loss prevention job found me. I simply decided to take it on." You stop spinning the pen and abruptly toss it down onto his desk, he glances at it once, then does a double take. You'd picked his 'personal' pen, it has his name, 'Jason Dernier,' emblazoned on it. The only one like it on his desk.
His eyes dart to where the pen had sat, directly to his right a moment ago. "Hmph, neat trick," he mutters, then speaks up, "you're a theatrical sort, huh?"
No 'kid' this time, that's good. You shrug. "Sure."
"Who's to say I can't just investigate my men myself? One of'em'll rat."
You shake your head, continuing to make this shit up as you go. "They're working alone."
"Hmph." He's peeved you didn't even give him a gendered pronoun to work with. "Eighteen thousand though, how am I supposed to justify that?"
You smirk at him again now. "Imagine Jay, a dozen people, normal people, all coming in here with that list. Are you going to toss them all out? What do they have to lose by going to the papers with proof of set races?" Your smirk becomes a grin. "The gambling commission might be mostly paid for, Jay, but if people don't trust your business you're gonna have a helluva lot harder time laundering money."
Jay frowns again, jaw clenching and unclenching, but nods once to signal his understanding. "Eighteen's not a small bit of cash..." He glances up. "Fine, I see what you're sayin', you're doing me a favour here, and just want a bit of compensation, right? Services rendered."
You shrug again and grin at him. "Maybe. Maybe I just want my rightful winnings."
He's silent for another moment. A sigh heaves out of him as deflates, he picks up the pen you tossed in front of him and pulls out a pad of paper. You watch him carefully as he scribbles out a note, signs it, and staples it to the betting ticket in front of him, then slides it partway across the table.
You begin to reach for it but he holds up a finger and covers the paper. "Ah, ah, ah." He shakes his head. "A name, first."
You lean back away and cross your arms. "He didn't give us his real name, but I know this is enough for you to know who it is." You smile and pause for effect as he leans in intently.
Suddenly, you let yourself giggle and grin at him. "He calls himself Foxhound," you say, making it clear how ridiculous you find the name. I don't actually think it's thaaat dumb, but he clearly does, so…
Jay squints into the distance as he tries to place the nickname. You're worried for a moment that other-him had somehow fed you false information, but then his eyes widen. "Fuck!" He swears explosively. "God- Ugh. That fucking moron. Really?" He looks up at you. "Are you sure he said his name was… Foxhound?" He asks, making a sour face.
You nod and raise an eyebrow. "Ugh, just great," he says, "completely fantastic, alright." He hesitates a moment, then slides the stapled ticket and note over to you.
"You've made the right choice, Jay," you say with a smile. Chloe takes them from you when you pass them back to her. You uncross your legs and stand, saying, "Pleasure doing business with you, I'll leave you to deal with him… however you choose to do so."
Jay rubs his temple and leans back in his chair. "Right… thanks." Oh my God. I convinced this dude to give me eighteen thousand dollars and he's thanking me for it. Just as you're about to cross the threshold of his office back out to the hall, he shouts, "Hold on!" You turn to look at him. Ohshitohshitohshitohshit. "Can I get in touch with you again?" He asks.
Oh, uh. Huh. You're… not really sure how to respond.
…
So you don't. You just smile at him, and turn to go, leaving another defeated sigh in your wake. Outside, the suit guarding the door looks at you. "Big sum?" He asks.
You nod, "Big sum."
"This way then, counting room." Men of few words. You shrug and follow his lead, shooting a wink at Chloe once he's ahead of you.
A few moments after you leave you hear his radio crackle, Jay's voice comes through, "Eli, my office. Dem, you're on door duty." The guard leading you doesn't respond, so you figure he must not be Dem.
The process of having eighteen thousand dollars in cash doled out to you turns out to be a lot… simpler than you'd expected. You're pretty sure it's only because you're being paid 'under the table.' You're pretty sure that it is all technically tax claimable since you have a receipt and did gamble up to it with 'real' money from your parents… but you think you're going to hold onto it in cash, for now.
Chloe and Kate have been conspicuously silent ever since you first walked into Jay's office. They keep it up as you leave the building with your complimentary briefcase stuffed with cash. "Ladies," 'Dem' says as he tips an imaginary hat. You nod back and return to Chloe's truck.
The other two stay silent and stony-faced, to the point of freaking you out a bit. But when Chloe finally turns the corner, breaking line of sight with Portland Meadows, they both let out massive breaths and sink down into their seats.
Then, Chloe snorts. You look at her sharply. On your other side, Kate starts to giggle quietly. You sigh and sink back into your seat as well as the pair of them quickly escalate into raucous laughter.
"Oh-Oh my God Max," Kate says between laughs, wiping away a tear, "you sounded like a fucking- I dunno, like the Kill Bill lady or something!"
"That was completely insane, and you barely rewound! What was with that?" Chloe asks, still chortling.
You shrug and say, "I got a read on him last loop is all, he's desperate to be like, a cool movie mob boss or something. I figured as long as I act like I'm on that level… somehow, and treat him like an equal, he'd take me seriously-" You grin at them and shake the briefcase "-Add a bit of other information I figured out from him, and, well, it sure seems like it worked."
Kate's still giggling, but you see Chloe shaking her head disbelievingly. "Eighteen thousand dollars…" she says. "I never thought I'd have that much money at once… let alone get it from some shady criminal dudes." She barks out another laugh, but this one is shorter, and more… remorseful sounding. "I didn't think I'd ever be able to pay off Frank, but now just like that…" She shakes her head again, carefully keeping her eyes on the road.
You smile warmly at her, shifting your gears out of 'manipulate everyone around me' mode. "Hey, don't worry about it Chloe," you say, then your smile becomes a grin, "besides, there's still gonna be fifteen thousand left after Frank's paid off, and you better not think that's all for you."
Chloe throws her head back and laughs, before quickly looking back to the road. She's smiling now, actually smiling. Relief and laughter and, you hope, just happiness all mixing into the expression that still probably feels unfamiliar on her face. Your grin settles gracefully back into a genuine smile as you watch her. Wow. You really want to kiss her right now. She glances sidelong at you with a smirk, catching you staring. You blush and quickly look down into your lap. No, I can't force it, I can't. I just have to be happy making her happy. Kate is quiet next to you. You glance back up at Chloe, she's watching the road again, short chuckles still interrupting her smile. Seeing her smile like that does make it all worth it. Whether it's staying up for fifteen hours straight or living through the same week over a dozen times, being with her and making sure she knows she's not alone is worth it.
"So Max," Kate says, interrupting your train of thought, "fifteen thousand bucks, and a secret bunker we don't have to pay rent on. Any plans on what to do with it?"
Kate's looking pointedly ahead, sprawled out on her third of the seat, phone dangling loosely in her hand. Hm, you're getting a vibe from her. Probably best to ignore it for now.
"I've got some ideas," you start, "but I think we're really gonna need to wait and see what we actually need. For a start though, I think we need a bedroom for sure."
"Bedrooms," Kate says quickly.
"Um," you hesitate, "...right."
Kate lets the terse silence that follows that exchange hang for a few moments before continuing. "Anyway," she says, "that reminds me… we have a couple of days to decide, but I still go to school, right?" You freeze. Oh yeah. She continues, "I could probably get away with moving out of the dorms, not like they check on us in there, but…" She sighs. "Like I said, being a witch doesn't pay the bills, even if time travel does. I do kinda want my high school diploma, y'know?"
Chloe snorts, but you ignore her. "I get it Kate," you say, turning to her, "we can decide tomorrow. Do you have any other thoughts on it?"
She nods and says, "there's not exactly a bus service to the Dar- to our bunker, I'd need Chloe to give me rides on weekday mornings and evenings."
You frown, instinctively starting to say 'No,' but you catch yourself. Be rational, Max. I'm out of Hell Week. Not having Chloe around- for rides!- each morning and evening for twenty to thirty minutes isn't so bad, and it's probably safer for Kate to stay at the bunker. Though I don't… think Jefferson or Nathan saw her face.
"Jefferson didn't see your face the other night, right?" You ask. Might as well make sure.
Kate shakes her head and says, "No, I came in through the back door, he couldn't have known I was there."
"Right." Hm, so unless she gets spotted with us by the Prescott's goons, she should be safe. But even if she is they'd have no reason to think she's involved if we only hang out sometimes.
It's a conundrum, if she gets picked up and dropped off by Chloe every day, it'll be pretty clear that she's involved with the two of you somehow, but she'll be safer when she's not at school. If she stays at the dorms, you'll get to see her less often, and you can't guarantee her safety as much, but she'll also probably be in less danger overall.
The expression on Kate's face shows you that she's thought about the tradeoff as well. Without prompting, she says, "Of course I'd prefer to be able to hang with you guys more often, but… it's up to you Max, you're the time traveller." She smirks as she finishes.
You roll your eyes and sardonically ask, "Why do I feel like I'm going to be hearing that more and more when one of you two doesn't want to make a decision?"
Chloe chuckles at that. "I don't mind driving Kate," she says, "I guess I get the high school thing, but I'd totally rather she live with us." She glances sideways at Kate, "I still have no clue what kinda magic shit you can do, but something about having an in-house witch sounds nice."
Kate giggles. "I can't make the brooms get up and sweep the bunker themselves if that's what you're hoping. Whether I'm there or not you'll have to keep it clean."
"That's not what-!" Chloe starts to protest.
"Mmmmhmmmmm?" You interrupt her.
She pauses, then grins sheepishly. "Okay, the thought had crossed my mind."
You and Kate both laugh, you turn to find her- smiling warmly at you? She abruptly breaks eye contact and looks out her side's passenger window, still giggling. I… don't get her.
You wince as your stomach growls loudly. At least the photojump desync doesn't apply to thinking I'm full too.
Chloe rolls her eyes, "Ya, ya, we'll feed you soon, fast food or wait till we get home?"
"Hmm, how about we wait?" You ask. "Oh yeah, we… should stop at a hardware store on the way too."
"What for?"
You frown and gently say, "Bolt cutters?"
"Ah," Chloe says, and her smile drops. "Right." Silence for a minute, then Chloe clicks on the radio and plugs in that cigarette lighter device. With forced brightness, she says, "Hey, Kate, turn on your bluetooth and put on that whiny sounding yelly folk dude."
"I- What? The Mountain Goats?" Kate responds incredulously.
"Ha! So you admit he sounds whiny!"
"Well, yeah, but that's part of his charm!" Kate protests.
Chloe shrugs, surprisingly self consciously. "Well… I'm the one who asked you to put him on, right?"
"Huh, true."
"BLUETOOTH CONNECTED," an Australian accented voice thunders through the truck as Chloe frantically turns down the volume. A second later, a reedy voice starts singing a cover of a popular '90s song.
I have a new life
You look out the front window, relaxed, watching the Oregon landscape fly by.
You would hardly recognize me, I'm so glad.
To your left, Chloe taps the beat unconsciously against the steering wheel.
How could a person like me care for you.
You look to your right. Kate is staring at you. Intently. Not unkindly, but unerringly. You blink, but she doesn't stop, either uncaring or too absorbed in her thoughts. You shift your eyes away awkwardly.
Why do I bother, when you're not the one for me?
The rest of the drive back to the Bay is quiet, punctuated only by Kate occasionally singing along.
Well, almost the rest of the drive. You'd fallen asleep again, and were napping peacefully in between Chloe and Kate's quiet chatting when a blaring HONK HONK had rocked you from your sleep.
"Abluh?!" You shout again, as gracefully as ever.
"Shiiiiit," Chloe groans, "it's Frank."
"Ah, uh, right," you say blearily, and heave the briefcase onto your lap. Clickclick go the clasps. Ouh. That was satisfying. You lock them again, then… Clickclick.
"Uh, Max?" Chloe says, "a bit of urgency, please?" She's signalling to the right like she intends to pull over, but hasn't actually made a move yet. HONK.
"Ah, right," you say. You turn to Kate. "Could you count out seventy five twenties?"
She nods and grabs a wad, then rapidly starts counting them out. "Pull over, Chloe," you say. She nods and does so as you start counting out the other seventy five.
By the time you and Kate have counted and double-checked the money, Chloe's pulled over on the side of the road into Arcadia Bay. You'd expected Frank to barrel out of his RV by now, but he hasn't. You mention as much to Chloe.
"Nah," she says, shaking her head, "last time he did that I just drove off before he could get to me." You stare at her.
"Still amazes me that you still have both your knees with the stuff you pull with him," Kate remarks.
Chloe snorts. "He wouldn't do that to me, Frank's not totally heartless."
Chloe's phone buzzes. "Three guesses what that says!" Chloe groans.
You pick up her phone and glance at the message.
Drug Bitch 4:17
come to the rv. now.
Chloe sighs as you relay the message, but perks up when you reveal the hundred and fifty twenty dollar bills clenched in your hand. "Shall we then?" She asks, grinning.
You nod and smile at her, then Kate. The three of you shuffle out of the truck and make your way to Frank's RV. You hear Pompidou losing his damn mind barking as you approach. Good dog! Aaaand now Frank chooses to barrel out of his RV into the orange afternoon light.
"Pompidou, stay!" His gruff voice calls, and then he throws open the door and staggers out.
"Well, well, well. Imagine running into you out here Chloe," he says, leaning faux-casually against his RV. He leans in a bit, squinting as he take in you and Kate, "Oh, you brought friends?" He asks.
"These two? Nah, minions."
Frank starts to chuckle but cuts himself off. "Right, none of that, Chloe-" he pauses again, looking closer at Kate, "-oh, so you two did meet."
"What?" Kate asks.
He snorts and replies, "What, did you think I'd be that sloppy that I'd schedule you two's… appointments so close together that you'd run into each other by accident?" He shakes his head. "If I were that sloppy, I'd be dead."
"Riiiiiight," Chloe says, eyebrows raised, sharing a look with Kate. "Aaaanyway, I've got your money."
"You-!" He starts angrily, then processes what Chloe said. "You… do?" Chloe nods with a smirk, then steps back, allowing you to step forward.
"Three thousand dollars," you say, "in the form of a hundred and fifty twenty dollar bills." You hold out the wad of cash, which he quickly snatches from your grip.
"And who are you supposed to be?" He asks you, eyeing the money warily.
"No-one," you reply with a modest shrug.
Frank frowns. "Right, great answer."
You all stand quietly as he counts the money once, then twice, then a third time. He lets out an explosive breath. "Where the hell did you get this, Chloe?" He demands suddenly, stepping towards her.
"Loan it from a bank?"
"No-"
"From someone shadier than me?"
"No, Frank-"
"Steal it?"
"Frank!" You near-shout, interrupting their back and forth. He throws his stare around to bore into you. "She won it. No, we won it."
"Won? Gambling?"
You nod. "Horse racing," you confirm.
His eyebrows knit together as he frowns. "Horse racing? Where?"
"Portland Meadows," Kate supplies.
"Portland Meadows?" He repeats. "Jesus Christ Chloe, you got involved with them? How much did you win? Just three grand?" Chloe starts to respond, but he shakes his head and cuts her off. "No, you wouldn't be giving it to me if this was everything." He looks at her intently, more seriously this time. "Chloe, if you got on their bad side I can't do shit for you, I can't bail you out like I did with the-" He lowers his voice and leans in "-with the Damon business."
You expect a snappy retort, but… Chloe just nods slowly. "It's… okay, Frank," she says, almost gently, "you won't have to."
What. What are you seeing right now? Both of them are gazing into the middle distance past each other. Are Chloe and Frank having… a moment?
Come to think of it… You rack your brain. No… I don't remember Chloe mentioning any 'Damon business,' like, ever. What's this about?
"Anyway," Frank starts gruffly, moment apparently over, "it's good that you finally paid me back. Ain't good to let debts stand."
"So we're good?" Chloe asks.
"Yes, Chloe," he responds after a pause, "ya, we're good. My services are open to you again."
She snorts, "You were selling to me anyway."
"Watch it," Frank says, almost threateningly, but you can tell his heart's not in it. You and Kate both chuckle at him. He sighs. "At least if you got it from the Meadows, it's technically clean. Bank should let you deposit it as long as you show off your receipt."
This guy just can't help but be helpful. "Thanks Frank," you say earnestly. I'm glad I don't have to shoot him this time.
He grunts in response. "Whatever, now scram. Pompidou needs a new collar," he says, flipping through the wad of bills. "Pompidou, stay!" He barks into his RV, then jumps in quickly, leaving the three of you outside. A moment later, the RV starts up, and without so much as a wave he drives off.
"That went well," you say mildly.
"Hell yeah it did!" Chloe whoops and pulls you into a warm hug that you gratefully accept. "Thanks Max…" She says quietly into the top of your head.
"No problem…" you mumble, voice muffled by her chest.
Eventually she lets you go with a brief ruffle of your frizzy hair. You glance at Kate. Her brow is knit, but she seems to… come to a decision, maybe? And smiles warmly at both of you. "Let's get back in the truck now? I'm cold." She says.
You and Chloe chuckle self consciously. "Let's go," Chloe says.
Kate resumes her music as you drive back into Arcadia Bay.
[] Kate's been acting a little... odd, is there anything you wanna talk to her about? (Write-in)
Minor write-in here, doesn't have to be about her odd behaviour at all. Can be about her past, magic, Frank, whatever you think she might wanna share with you.
Another "part" update for you guys. I'm gonna need to figure out a more streamlined way to write these updates in the future lmao. Locking myself into writing five full scenes at a time is just asking for trouble, we'll be onto Battle Harem Side Character Quest update schedule if I keep this up hahaha.
And yes I am going to keep using Mountain Goats songs that make me think of the characters for the whole fic, sorry not sorry.
Edit: Bluh, meant to insert conversation vote, it has been added.
[X] Cheat horse races Pt. Two
[X] Deal With Frank
Next Update:
[X] Follow up on Jefferson's Arrest
[X] Investigate Red Binders
The mid-morning sun makes you squint and rub your eyes. Ugh, getting your brain and body this desynched for sleep is always annoying. Chloe and Kate are staring at you, again. You sigh. "Third loop."
"Oh, shit, what happened?" Chloe steps forward and starts to rub your back, but you shake your head.
"Nothing too bad. This place is just way shadier than I thought. Needed more time to prepare to deal with the dude in charge than I had for us to get the money we need." You say, then follow it up with a yawn.
Kate glances up at Eli the bouncer, flicking his lighter as per usual at the front door. "Is it going to be dangerous?"
You stretch yourself out, trying to feel a bit more right in your body. "Nah, shouldn't be if everything goes well- which it should now that I know what's going on here." You look up at Chloe. "Chlo, pass me your phone?" She blinks, then rummages through her pocket to pull it out.
You quickly type in nearly the same sequence of bets that you'd done through the second loop for Chloe, marking in two extra points on the bets. 'Stop looking at phone here,' when the other bouncers come to watch you three, and 'Wake me up here before going to bet,' at the point where Chloe was brought to Jay. You're trusting that the cause and effect will be similar enough to cause the same series of events to unfold, and you do have a pretty good feel for this after two months in the same loop.
You hand her phone back and say, "Alright, here's what to bet and when, pay attention to the extra instructions, once we get inside I'm going to nap on the stands, I'm hella wiped out."
Chloe does her thing with Eli, you watch placidly as he palms her the business card. Sorry bud, you've got a big storm coming.
Not long after, you're reclining in your seat on the stands, letting the murmuring and cheering of the crowd fade into a background white noise, thankful that the still rising sun isn't hitting you straight on.
"Abluh?" You say, gracefully, as Chloe shakes you awake.
"It's time, sleeping beauty." She says with a grin. There's worse ways to be woken up.
"Okaaaay," you say with a yawn. You stretch yourself out and roll your shoulders. "Let's go."
The three of you get up as one, and you lead the pack, heading directly towards the suits watching you instead of the door. They look at each other uneasily as you reach them.
"Hey, Jay wants to speak with us?" You ask, putting as much arrogance into your tone as you can muster.
"Uh," the one on the left nudges the one on the right again. "Right, yeah, he wants to speak with her." He jabs one blunt finger towards Chloe.
You stare him down for a moment, unflinching, just long enough to make him frown, and then say, "Us."
The suit's silent for a moment, then he shrugs. "Alright, fine. Same to me. Cold out here anyway."
You smile at him and step aside, gesturing towards the staff door before he even starts walking to it. "Would you like to lead the way?"
The suit just grunts and does so. You smirk and Chloe and Kate as they watch you with wide eyes. "Watch and learn, you two," you say smarmily, and follow.
≅≅≅
You confidently lead the others into Jay's office, mentally prepared for the rank smell this time. Before he can speak, or even process your appearance, you start, "Jay, I was wondering when you'd finally notice."
His bushy eyebrows shoot up, and he pauses a moment to look you over before responding. "Oh? Do I know you, kid?"
You smile easily at him. Okay, it's more of a smirk, you're having a good time. "No, but I know you." You plop down into the chair and cross your legs. "And, you probably noticed, I know your horse schedule too."
Jay frowns and grabs at his cold coffee, clinking his rings against the mug handle, and takes a sip. "Blech. Cold." You nod sympathetically. He leans back in his seat, looking you over again with a new… respect? Maybe. You've shown you know what's going on. "So, what? You ain't from the Gambling Commission. You from the Seattle crews?"
You smile. Mysteriously. You're not actually sure what a mysterious smile looks like, so you just cock your head a bit to the side while you do it. "Who, me? Who can say, Jay. What I can say is that you have a leak."
He chews his lip, and runs a hand over his stubble. He's not sure what to make of me. Which, I mean, I get it.Some kid with a pair of big facial scars, one of them fresh, walks into your office with 18k in winnings claiming to know about a leak. "Alright," he says finally, "what do you want?"
You let the smile drop from your face. "My winnings Jay," you try to look piercingly into his eyes, "all of them."
To his credit, he keeps his cool this time. "Right," he says with a snort, "what's a kid like you gonna do with almost twenty thousand dollars?"
Okay, now I need to freak him out a little, time to get creative. "... Kid?" You say speculatively, like you're trying the word on, rolling the syllables around your tongue. "Hmm, sure. We'll go with that, this time." You look at him appraisingly. "I'm a contractor, Jay. Independent. Most of the time, jobs seek me out, but business has been good lately, so I've been out of luck." You take one of his pens, stuff it in your pocket, then rewind time and pull it out, twirling it rapidly between your fingers. "In this case, this… loss prevention job found me. I simply decided to take it on." You stop spinning the pen and abruptly toss it down onto his desk, he glances at it once, then does a double take. You'd picked his 'personal' pen, it has his name, 'Jason Dernier,' emblazoned on it. The only one like it on his desk.
His eyes dart to where the pen had sat, directly to his right a moment ago. "Hmph, neat trick," he mutters, then speaks up, "you're a theatrical sort, huh?"
No 'kid' this time, that's good. You shrug. "Sure."
"Who's to say I can't just investigate my men myself? One of'em'll rat."
You shake your head, continuing to make this shit up as you go. "They're working alone."
"Hmph." He's peeved you didn't even give him a gendered pronoun to work with. "Eighteen thousand though, how am I supposed to justify that?"
You smirk at him again now. "Imagine Jay, a dozen people, normal people, all coming in here with that list. Are you going to toss them all out? What do they have to lose by going to the papers with proof of set races?" Your smirk becomes a grin. "The gambling commission might be mostly paid for, Jay, but if people don't trust your business you're gonna have a helluva lot harder time laundering money."
Jay frowns again, jaw clenching and unclenching, but nods once to signal his understanding. "Eighteen's not a small bit of cash..." He glances up. "Fine, I see what you're sayin', you're doing me a favour here, and just want a bit of compensation, right? Services rendered."
You shrug again and grin at him. "Maybe. Maybe I just want my rightful winnings."
He's silent for another moment. A sigh heaves out of him as deflates, he picks up the pen you tossed in front of him and pulls out a pad of paper. You watch him carefully as he scribbles out a note, signs it, and staples it to the betting ticket in front of him, then slides it partway across the table.
You begin to reach for it but he holds up a finger and covers the paper. "Ah, ah, ah." He shakes his head. "A name, first."
You lean back away and cross your arms. "He didn't give us his real name, but I know this is enough for you to know who it is." You smile and pause for effect as he leans in intently.
Suddenly, you let yourself giggle and grin at him. "He calls himself Foxhound," you say, making it clear how ridiculous you find the name. I don't actually think it's thaaat dumb, but he clearly does, so…
Jay squints into the distance as he tries to place the nickname. You're worried for a moment that other-him had somehow fed you false information, but then his eyes widen. "Fuck!" He swears explosively. "God- Ugh. That fucking moron. Really?" He looks up at you. "Are you sure he said his name was… Foxhound?" He asks, making a sour face.
You nod and raise an eyebrow. "Ugh, just great," he says, "completely fantastic, alright." He hesitates a moment, then slides the stapled ticket and note over to you.
"You've made the right choice, Jay," you say with a smile. Chloe takes them from you when you pass them back to her. You uncross your legs and stand, saying, "Pleasure doing business with you, I'll leave you to deal with him… however you choose to do so."
Jay rubs his temple and leans back in his chair. "Right… thanks." Oh my God. I convinced this dude to give me eighteen thousand dollars and he's thanking me for it. Just as you're about to cross the threshold of his office back out to the hall, he shouts, "Hold on!" You turn to look at him. Ohshitohshitohshitohshit. "Can I get in touch with you again?" He asks.
Oh, uh. Huh. You're… not really sure how to respond.
…
So you don't. You just smile at him, and turn to go, leaving another defeated sigh in your wake. Outside, the suit guarding the door looks at you. "Big sum?" He asks.
You nod, "Big sum."
"This way then, counting room." Men of few words. You shrug and follow his lead, shooting a wink at Chloe once he's ahead of you.
A few moments after you leave you hear his radio crackle, Jay's voice comes through, "Eli, my office. Dem, you're on door duty." The guard leading you doesn't respond, so you figure he must not be Dem.
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The process of having eighteen thousand dollars in cash doled out to you turns out to be a lot… simpler than you'd expected. You're pretty sure it's only because you're being paid 'under the table.' You're pretty sure that it is all technically tax claimable since you have a receipt and did gamble up to it with 'real' money from your parents… but you think you're going to hold onto it in cash, for now.
Chloe and Kate have been conspicuously silent ever since you first walked into Jay's office. They keep it up as you leave the building with your complimentary briefcase stuffed with cash. "Ladies," 'Dem' says as he tips an imaginary hat. You nod back and return to Chloe's truck.
The other two stay silent and stony-faced, to the point of freaking you out a bit. But when Chloe finally turns the corner, breaking line of sight with Portland Meadows, they both let out massive breaths and sink down into their seats.
Then, Chloe snorts. You look at her sharply. On your other side, Kate starts to giggle quietly. You sigh and sink back into your seat as well as the pair of them quickly escalate into raucous laughter.
"Oh-Oh my God Max," Kate says between laughs, wiping away a tear, "you sounded like a fucking- I dunno, like the Kill Bill lady or something!"
"That was completely insane, and you barely rewound! What was with that?" Chloe asks, still chortling.
You shrug and say, "I got a read on him last loop is all, he's desperate to be like, a cool movie mob boss or something. I figured as long as I act like I'm on that level… somehow, and treat him like an equal, he'd take me seriously-" You grin at them and shake the briefcase "-Add a bit of other information I figured out from him, and, well, it sure seems like it worked."
Kate's still giggling, but you see Chloe shaking her head disbelievingly. "Eighteen thousand dollars…" she says. "I never thought I'd have that much money at once… let alone get it from some shady criminal dudes." She barks out another laugh, but this one is shorter, and more… remorseful sounding. "I didn't think I'd ever be able to pay off Frank, but now just like that…" She shakes her head again, carefully keeping her eyes on the road.
You smile warmly at her, shifting your gears out of 'manipulate everyone around me' mode. "Hey, don't worry about it Chloe," you say, then your smile becomes a grin, "besides, there's still gonna be fifteen thousand left after Frank's paid off, and you better not think that's all for you."
Chloe throws her head back and laughs, before quickly looking back to the road. She's smiling now, actually smiling. Relief and laughter and, you hope, just happiness all mixing into the expression that still probably feels unfamiliar on her face. Your grin settles gracefully back into a genuine smile as you watch her. Wow. You really want to kiss her right now. She glances sidelong at you with a smirk, catching you staring. You blush and quickly look down into your lap. No, I can't force it, I can't. I just have to be happy making her happy. Kate is quiet next to you. You glance back up at Chloe, she's watching the road again, short chuckles still interrupting her smile. Seeing her smile like that does make it all worth it. Whether it's staying up for fifteen hours straight or living through the same week over a dozen times, being with her and making sure she knows she's not alone is worth it.
"So Max," Kate says, interrupting your train of thought, "fifteen thousand bucks, and a secret bunker we don't have to pay rent on. Any plans on what to do with it?"
Kate's looking pointedly ahead, sprawled out on her third of the seat, phone dangling loosely in her hand. Hm, you're getting a vibe from her. Probably best to ignore it for now.
"I've got some ideas," you start, "but I think we're really gonna need to wait and see what we actually need. For a start though, I think we need a bedroom for sure."
"Bedrooms," Kate says quickly.
"Um," you hesitate, "...right."
Kate lets the terse silence that follows that exchange hang for a few moments before continuing. "Anyway," she says, "that reminds me… we have a couple of days to decide, but I still go to school, right?" You freeze. Oh yeah. She continues, "I could probably get away with moving out of the dorms, not like they check on us in there, but…" She sighs. "Like I said, being a witch doesn't pay the bills, even if time travel does. I do kinda want my high school diploma, y'know?"
Chloe snorts, but you ignore her. "I get it Kate," you say, turning to her, "we can decide tomorrow. Do you have any other thoughts on it?"
She nods and says, "there's not exactly a bus service to the Dar- to our bunker, I'd need Chloe to give me rides on weekday mornings and evenings."
You frown, instinctively starting to say 'No,' but you catch yourself. Be rational, Max. I'm out of Hell Week. Not having Chloe around- for rides!- each morning and evening for twenty to thirty minutes isn't so bad, and it's probably safer for Kate to stay at the bunker. Though I don't… think Jefferson or Nathan saw her face.
"Jefferson didn't see your face the other night, right?" You ask. Might as well make sure.
Kate shakes her head and says, "No, I came in through the back door, he couldn't have known I was there."
"Right." Hm, so unless she gets spotted with us by the Prescott's goons, she should be safe. But even if she is they'd have no reason to think she's involved if we only hang out sometimes.
It's a conundrum, if she gets picked up and dropped off by Chloe every day, it'll be pretty clear that she's involved with the two of you somehow, but she'll be safer when she's not at school. If she stays at the dorms, you'll get to see her less often, and you can't guarantee her safety as much, but she'll also probably be in less danger overall.
The expression on Kate's face shows you that she's thought about the tradeoff as well. Without prompting, she says, "Of course I'd prefer to be able to hang with you guys more often, but… it's up to you Max, you're the time traveller." She smirks as she finishes.
You roll your eyes and sardonically ask, "Why do I feel like I'm going to be hearing that more and more when one of you two doesn't want to make a decision?"
Chloe chuckles at that. "I don't mind driving Kate," she says, "I guess I get the high school thing, but I'd totally rather she live with us." She glances sideways at Kate, "I still have no clue what kinda magic shit you can do, but something about having an in-house witch sounds nice."
Kate giggles. "I can't make the brooms get up and sweep the bunker themselves if that's what you're hoping. Whether I'm there or not you'll have to keep it clean."
"That's not what-!" Chloe starts to protest.
"Mmmmhmmmmm?" You interrupt her.
She pauses, then grins sheepishly. "Okay, the thought had crossed my mind."
You and Kate both laugh, you turn to find her- smiling warmly at you? She abruptly breaks eye contact and looks out her side's passenger window, still giggling. I… don't get her.
You wince as your stomach growls loudly. At least the photojump desync doesn't apply to thinking I'm full too.
Chloe rolls her eyes, "Ya, ya, we'll feed you soon, fast food or wait till we get home?"
"Hmm, how about we wait?" You ask. "Oh yeah, we… should stop at a hardware store on the way too."
"What for?"
You frown and gently say, "Bolt cutters?"
"Ah," Chloe says, and her smile drops. "Right." Silence for a minute, then Chloe clicks on the radio and plugs in that cigarette lighter device. With forced brightness, she says, "Hey, Kate, turn on your bluetooth and put on that whiny sounding yelly folk dude."
"I- What? The Mountain Goats?" Kate responds incredulously.
"Ha! So you admit he sounds whiny!"
"Well, yeah, but that's part of his charm!" Kate protests.
Chloe shrugs, surprisingly self consciously. "Well… I'm the one who asked you to put him on, right?"
"Huh, true."
"BLUETOOTH CONNECTED," an Australian accented voice thunders through the truck as Chloe frantically turns down the volume. A second later, a reedy voice starts singing a cover of a popular '90s song.
I have a new life
You look out the front window, relaxed, watching the Oregon landscape fly by.
You would hardly recognize me, I'm so glad.
To your left, Chloe taps the beat unconsciously against the steering wheel.
How could a person like me care for you.
You look to your right. Kate is staring at you. Intently. Not unkindly, but unerringly. You blink, but she doesn't stop, either uncaring or too absorbed in her thoughts. You shift your eyes away awkwardly.
Why do I bother, when you're not the one for me?
The rest of the drive back to the Bay is quiet, punctuated only by Kate occasionally singing along.
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Well, almost the rest of the drive. You'd fallen asleep again, and were napping peacefully in between Chloe and Kate's quiet chatting when a blaring HONK HONK had rocked you from your sleep.
"Abluh?!" You shout again, as gracefully as ever.
"Shiiiiit," Chloe groans, "it's Frank."
"Ah, uh, right," you say blearily, and heave the briefcase onto your lap. Clickclick go the clasps. Ouh. That was satisfying. You lock them again, then… Clickclick.
"Uh, Max?" Chloe says, "a bit of urgency, please?" She's signalling to the right like she intends to pull over, but hasn't actually made a move yet. HONK.
"Ah, right," you say. You turn to Kate. "Could you count out seventy five twenties?"
She nods and grabs a wad, then rapidly starts counting them out. "Pull over, Chloe," you say. She nods and does so as you start counting out the other seventy five.
By the time you and Kate have counted and double-checked the money, Chloe's pulled over on the side of the road into Arcadia Bay. You'd expected Frank to barrel out of his RV by now, but he hasn't. You mention as much to Chloe.
"Nah," she says, shaking her head, "last time he did that I just drove off before he could get to me." You stare at her.
"Still amazes me that you still have both your knees with the stuff you pull with him," Kate remarks.
Chloe snorts. "He wouldn't do that to me, Frank's not totally heartless."
Chloe's phone buzzes. "Three guesses what that says!" Chloe groans.
You pick up her phone and glance at the message.
Drug Bitch 4:17
come to the rv. now.
Chloe sighs as you relay the message, but perks up when you reveal the hundred and fifty twenty dollar bills clenched in your hand. "Shall we then?" She asks, grinning.
You nod and smile at her, then Kate. The three of you shuffle out of the truck and make your way to Frank's RV. You hear Pompidou losing his damn mind barking as you approach. Good dog! Aaaand now Frank chooses to barrel out of his RV into the orange afternoon light.
"Pompidou, stay!" His gruff voice calls, and then he throws open the door and staggers out.
"Well, well, well. Imagine running into you out here Chloe," he says, leaning faux-casually against his RV. He leans in a bit, squinting as he take in you and Kate, "Oh, you brought friends?" He asks.
"These two? Nah, minions."
Frank starts to chuckle but cuts himself off. "Right, none of that, Chloe-" he pauses again, looking closer at Kate, "-oh, so you two did meet."
"What?" Kate asks.
He snorts and replies, "What, did you think I'd be that sloppy that I'd schedule you two's… appointments so close together that you'd run into each other by accident?" He shakes his head. "If I were that sloppy, I'd be dead."
"Riiiiiight," Chloe says, eyebrows raised, sharing a look with Kate. "Aaaanyway, I've got your money."
"You-!" He starts angrily, then processes what Chloe said. "You… do?" Chloe nods with a smirk, then steps back, allowing you to step forward.
"Three thousand dollars," you say, "in the form of a hundred and fifty twenty dollar bills." You hold out the wad of cash, which he quickly snatches from your grip.
"And who are you supposed to be?" He asks you, eyeing the money warily.
"No-one," you reply with a modest shrug.
Frank frowns. "Right, great answer."
You all stand quietly as he counts the money once, then twice, then a third time. He lets out an explosive breath. "Where the hell did you get this, Chloe?" He demands suddenly, stepping towards her.
"Loan it from a bank?"
"No-"
"From someone shadier than me?"
"No, Frank-"
"Steal it?"
"Frank!" You near-shout, interrupting their back and forth. He throws his stare around to bore into you. "She won it. No, we won it."
"Won? Gambling?"
You nod. "Horse racing," you confirm.
His eyebrows knit together as he frowns. "Horse racing? Where?"
"Portland Meadows," Kate supplies.
"Portland Meadows?" He repeats. "Jesus Christ Chloe, you got involved with them? How much did you win? Just three grand?" Chloe starts to respond, but he shakes his head and cuts her off. "No, you wouldn't be giving it to me if this was everything." He looks at her intently, more seriously this time. "Chloe, if you got on their bad side I can't do shit for you, I can't bail you out like I did with the-" He lowers his voice and leans in "-with the Damon business."
You expect a snappy retort, but… Chloe just nods slowly. "It's… okay, Frank," she says, almost gently, "you won't have to."
What. What are you seeing right now? Both of them are gazing into the middle distance past each other. Are Chloe and Frank having… a moment?
Come to think of it… You rack your brain. No… I don't remember Chloe mentioning any 'Damon business,' like, ever. What's this about?
"Anyway," Frank starts gruffly, moment apparently over, "it's good that you finally paid me back. Ain't good to let debts stand."
"So we're good?" Chloe asks.
"Yes, Chloe," he responds after a pause, "ya, we're good. My services are open to you again."
She snorts, "You were selling to me anyway."
"Watch it," Frank says, almost threateningly, but you can tell his heart's not in it. You and Kate both chuckle at him. He sighs. "At least if you got it from the Meadows, it's technically clean. Bank should let you deposit it as long as you show off your receipt."
This guy just can't help but be helpful. "Thanks Frank," you say earnestly. I'm glad I don't have to shoot him this time.
He grunts in response. "Whatever, now scram. Pompidou needs a new collar," he says, flipping through the wad of bills. "Pompidou, stay!" He barks into his RV, then jumps in quickly, leaving the three of you outside. A moment later, the RV starts up, and without so much as a wave he drives off.
"That went well," you say mildly.
"Hell yeah it did!" Chloe whoops and pulls you into a warm hug that you gratefully accept. "Thanks Max…" She says quietly into the top of your head.
"No problem…" you mumble, voice muffled by her chest.
Eventually she lets you go with a brief ruffle of your frizzy hair. You glance at Kate. Her brow is knit, but she seems to… come to a decision, maybe? And smiles warmly at both of you. "Let's get back in the truck now? I'm cold." She says.
You and Chloe chuckle self consciously. "Let's go," Chloe says.
Kate resumes her music as you drive back into Arcadia Bay.
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[] Kate's been acting a little... odd, is there anything you wanna talk to her about? (Write-in)
Minor write-in here, doesn't have to be about her odd behaviour at all. Can be about her past, magic, Frank, whatever you think she might wanna share with you.
Another "part" update for you guys. I'm gonna need to figure out a more streamlined way to write these updates in the future lmao. Locking myself into writing five full scenes at a time is just asking for trouble, we'll be onto Battle Harem Side Character Quest update schedule if I keep this up hahaha.
And yes I am going to keep using Mountain Goats songs that make me think of the characters for the whole fic, sorry not sorry.
Edit: Bluh, meant to insert conversation vote, it has been added.
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- The Colored Room
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- TheOne
[] Kate's been acting a little... odd, is there anything you wanna talk to her about?
-[] What You Looking At?
--[] "She's been staring all night, we're *actually* all friends here. What's on your mind?"
Lol, let's not.
Though I hope this doesn't mess up my google surveillance ads. I'll have to course-correct my recommended's with something dark and angsty. (I will take song suggestions)
Averting Disasters By Night
All day.
EDIT:
I was going to change my vote to something about Kate giving us magic lessons, because I think she's feeling a mixture of jealousy, uselessness, and guilt over the first two. Making her feel useful could help with that, but on second thought...if we pick up magic quickly (or at all) that can just make things worse.
So I'm sticking with the direct approach.
-[] What You Looking At?
--[] "She's been staring all night, we're *actually* all friends here. What's on your mind?"
Damn it you made me giggle
Lol, let's not.
I wondering when the esoteric indie music was going to show up. It wouldn't be Life is Strange without a soothing playlist.
Though I hope this doesn't mess up my google surveillance ads. I'll have to course-correct my recommended's with something dark and angsty. (I will take song suggestions)
Warm and Fuzzy Feelings By day
Averting Disasters By Night
All day.
EDIT:
I was going to change my vote to something about Kate giving us magic lessons, because I think she's feeling a mixture of jealousy, uselessness, and guilt over the first two. Making her feel useful could help with that, but on second thought...if we pick up magic quickly (or at all) that can just make things worse.
So I'm sticking with the direct approach.
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Torgamous
Aspiring Gynoid
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Is Frank a shipper? Does he schedule his drug sales to facilitate his ships? Is that what this is?
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I think it might just be because Kate pays her bills. But who knows... living in an RV must get pretty boring.
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Alobomb
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- Canada
Pretty sure I woke my roommate up laughing at your phrasing Torgamous, that's a hilarious take that I'd wholeheartedly support if the implications of it in an in-universe sense didn't make me a liiiittle uncomfortable.
Spoilered for those that don't wanna know, or want to hold the shipping theory as truth. It's a minor thing, it'd only come up if you asked him later.
Basically, Frank's not blind and still has a soft spot for Chloe. He could see she wasn't doing great, it wasn't for shipping purposes per se, but he did try to get them in contact to see if Chloe could make a friend with Rachel gone. He's not totally pragmatic, though the whole... Kate being a good influence about the payment of bills certainly factored in too.
Edit: On that note, wanna mention that I'm trying to somewhat reconcile some of the character choices made by the devs of Before the Storm with how the characters were portrayed in Life is Strange. One would think that Chloe and Frank's relationship would be significantly different after experiencing the whole Damon Merrick series of events, even after 4 years (I think?) of whatever other shit happens between them. /shrug I'm just seeing what feels right with some of this stuff.
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That sounds like shipping with extra steps. And plausible deniability
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Torgamous
Aspiring Gynoid
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- She/Her
Say no more.
- Location
- London, 1935. August.
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I'm...pretty sure Kate has just noticed how we feel about Chloe and has decided not to feel jealous about it. Hence my Max/Chloe/Kate comment on the last update. I mean, maybe my poly-lesbian shipping goggles are just a tad miscalibrated, but this:
reads to me as Kate thinking, "You know what, yeah, I could see dating her (too)."
[X] Kate's been acting a little... odd, is there anything you wanna talk to her about?
-[X] What You Looking At?
--[X] "She's been staring all night, we're *actually* all friends here. What's on your mind?"
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[X] Kate's been acting a little... odd, is there anything you wanna talk to her about?
-[X] What You Looking At?
--[X] "She's been staring all night, we're *actually* all friends here. What's on your mind?"
Is this going to be a poly quest? Because this should totally be a poly quest.
-[X] What You Looking At?
--[X] "She's been staring all night, we're *actually* all friends here. What's on your mind?"
Is this going to be a poly quest? Because this should totally be a poly quest.
@Tjakari I thoroughly recommend PUP's Morbid Stuff. That entire album is just a series of bangers. I actually found them through a different LiS fic, which mentioned Pine Point from The Dream is Over.
I hope so. Pricemarshfield is adorable. Also, Poly rights!
[X] Kate's been acting a little... odd, is there anything you wanna talk to her about?
--[X] What You Looking At?
----[X] "She's been staring all night, we're *actually* all friends here. What's on your mind?"
It kinda sounds passive-aggressive, but it works. I hope she's not getting jealous, we love Kate too! (Platonically!) Romantically later.
Torgamous
Aspiring Gynoid
- Pronouns
- She/Her
That was kind of my thought too. Should we try for a rephrase?
[X] Kate's been acting a little... odd, is there anything you wanna talk to her about?
--[X] Kate's been acting a little... odd, is there anything she wants to talk to you about?
I prefer that
[X] Kate's been acting a little... odd, is there anything you wanna talk to her about?
--[X] Kate's been acting a little... odd, is there anything she wants to talk to you about?
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- The Colored Room
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Please rephrase if you can come up with something, I thought the same thing myself.
I was just hoping that Alobomb would take all the "Mean Girls" out of the phrasing.
Torgamous
Aspiring Gynoid
- Pronouns
- She/Her
It's right there in my post. The one you quoted. That's what happens when I try to rephrase things.
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I meant that in general.
I saw your rephrasing, sorry I wasn't clear.
I was typing fast.
[X] Kate's been acting a little... odd, is there anything you wanna talk to her about?
--[X] Kate's been acting a little... odd, is there anything she wants to talk to you about?
Alobomb
Time Traveler
- Location
- Canada
I don't really "close" the vote for conversational options, but letting ya know I'll go with the modified version.
I'll generally aim to match the tone I think you're going for, but if you do give me a write-in enclosed by quotation marks (as opposed to just writing 'ask about x y z'), I'll usually assume that you want it specifically phrased like that. Final part of this update should be out tonight or tomorrow, with the next Leads/Money/Misc. vote attached to it.
I'll generally aim to match the tone I think you're going for, but if you do give me a write-in enclosed by quotation marks (as opposed to just writing 'ask about x y z'), I'll usually assume that you want it specifically phrased like that. Final part of this update should be out tonight or tomorrow, with the next Leads/Money/Misc. vote attached to it.