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When The Old Bastard as he is known by his detractors world wide passes.
Charlotte is going to be mentioned in his last testament with the Terms Daughter fondness and love.
Along with all of his assets going to the Daughter of his Heart.
 
And Lady Clearwater is there to hear a beloved Uncle/ Employer speak and ramble about the Old Days.

Is he being recorded? On one hand, a Security.. the other.. for her memories?
 
Wonder how old the daughter of his heart is now? Sounds lik less then 30 and what a nightmare she will be after the oldman kicks the bucket(if john allows him that rembersomthing a bout fixaing the body in begining wouldent suprise if fix age) and all that knowlege and experiance he past on to her nevermind his fucking empier XD
 
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I don't pay attention for 2 weeks, and suddenly this becomes Marvel Imploding because of John's Mental Shields defending the mind of the crotchety old rich guy he piggy-backed onto! And that Pretentious Water was sold out!

I am really enjoying this, and can't wait for the next update!
 
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Busy bees and not talking about poor people fight club!
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    • Jessica hummed over the chart. "I honestly thought there would be more corruption than this."

    Grace was busy organizing all this information, looking as weary as the rest of them. "John got lucky, the old man might have been going crazy and nearly died from uncontrolled rage… But he knew how to run a business. Or several, in this case."

    Temptation was cackling to one side as she infiltrated another division's servers. "More like the old bastard just focused all his crazy towards his competition! I'm finding traces of his work through ALL these companies, and Wickles Industries doesn't even INTERACT with half of them! He was a bastard genius!"

    True. "How close is John filling in his shoes, working with what memories were left in this Body?"

    Grace checked some notes. "From what I can tell, his performance is a tad too hopeful and optimistic, not to mention his energy levels obviously spiked as we continue to repair his Body from preexisting damage… But the match isn't that far off honestly."

    Jessica sent out another order form to John's work tablet, this one to have a small subdivision reviewed for violating policy and potentially stealing from their parent organization.

    And John, despite not 'knowing' she existed, happily signed it and sent it on its way. "How is he doing that? The trusting us part, I mean. Or does this personality just trust anything that shows up on his work list?"

    Grace chuckled. "No, he's had several orders altered or rejected over the last few days… Just nothing we are involved in."

    Temptation held up a report. "He DID leave me a note to change some stuff I was going to have them put into effect, so he isn't just rubber stamping our suggestions either."

    Really? "Let me see that." Hmm.

    Heh. "He left little notes to you?"

    The black beauty smirked. "Yes, but no? Like this one: 'To my darker half: We'd get more money if we WAIT to shaft these three for another week or so.' Or my favorite: 'No reason to be clever dear, just fire all the bastards!'"

    Jessica blinked at that. "So wait, my brother DOES remember you? Even when acting like this?"

    And that caused both women to shrug. ""Yes and no."" "He knows someone he DOESN'T know but trusts is making the suggestions." "He knows that we are very well informed and can directly access information we shouldn't be capable of reaching." "He considers our requests to be suggestions more than commands…" "...And he then immediately forgets he had anything to do with them until the next one comes in."

    That sounded confusing. "Is this going to hurt him in some way?" Her brother was just a kid after all, no matter HOW old his Body currently was.

    Grace shook her head. "Our Lord is almost supernaturally gifted when it comes to unconventional thinking processes. Branching opinions, recursive decisions, looping logic, hypothetical self-referential debates with impossible outcomes, they all come naturally to him."

    Temptation nodded. "If anything, our Master seems to be treating all this as some sort of vacation slash relaxing bit of non-sexual roleplay. As he is 'powerless and old', he feels no pressure to just 'fix' everything and yet can trust us, people that he is completely assured are both trustworthy AND non-existant, to keep an eye on things that might be getting out of hand."

    Jessica watched Grace show more data. "Plus this type of 'nudge nudge wink wink' security is really helpful when stress testing our defensive modules. As far as we can tell, nothing local has detected John's arrival or ongoing actions as being too 'out of context' to explain… Even if they ARE finding 'Jeremiah Wickles' to be one crazy dude."

    Temptation grumbled. "Not that it matters. Somehow the Realm got prodded when John was inserting himself into this place and has been using our Master to nudge things towards what it considers to be the 'better directions'. My sis hasn't been able to detect HOW it's happening, but probability and chance have both been getting nudges to help John out since he got here."

    Grace winced and looked grumpy. "Well, YOU try both hiding yourself from reality AND asking it for directions at the same time! We're lucky the stupid place didn't just punt John off into the middle of nowhere!"

    Her sister laughed! "Punt master? Sis, this place LOVES our man! Have you even looked INTO the other options on that list John was going through when we got here?"

    Jessica frowned. "Was there something wrong with it?"

    Temptation just pulled it up, pointing at name after name. "Leader of a cult, the head of a secret assassination group, a mob boss, the council chairman for a hidden magical community, the CEO of a weapon manufacturing empire… ALL these 'Randomly selected options' were either wealthy or powerful or social gods, and only a percentage of them like Jeremiah Wickles were actually DYING at the time of selection."

    She felt a chill down her spine. "So if he had chosen one of the others? The ones still alive?"

    The room got a bit quiet as they stared at the video display of John Doe, aka Jeremiah Wickles, happily working wonders from his recovery bed.

    Grace looked subdued. "I'll focus both on better concealing how John interacts with the next Realm and ensuring any future 'insert' options ONLY show those who have already passed on. Options like THAT shouldn't have shown up unless John was actively trying to Consume some target with heavy negative Karma and overwrite them."

    Temptation sighed. "Yeah, while I love the idea of both taking out an asshole AND setting up our man to use their resources for a better cause, that sort of thing needs to be a well thought out and conscious decision, not just a luck based chance."

    A beep marked her little (VERY OLD) brother having just completed another corporate memo… They needed to get back to work. "Well, getting all this mess under control to prevent unintentional or accidental incidents like this is the whole POINT of doing this Shakedown Transfer in the first place. Temptation? Please do more research into all those people on the list John picked from when we arrived, you've done great so far. Grace, keep up the good work."

    She didn't glance at her sibling on screen. "Let's make sure to get as much information as we can NOW, and hopefully the NEXT test run of our security modules will allow us more interaction with my brother while we are 'hidden'. Sounds good?" "Yes Mistress." "Yes My Lady."

    Right now it was time to focus. To make sure her brother could wrangle his mess of a company the way he clearly wanted to, and to prevent others from attempting to burn it all down in the process.

    Sometimes literally, in more than a few cases. There were some REALLY angry people out there right now… Apparently 'Do not discriminate' was a controversial political opinion in this place. Which was horrifying.

    ~~~Pocket System~~~

    More funding to some charities, another soup kitchen, send someone to investigate THAT homeless shelter because something felt off about it, set up more scholarships…

    Sheesh this was a lot of work! "And more donations and more policy alterations and… I want to do something fun."

    Charlotte was working on her own digital tablet but instantly focused when Jeremiah spoke. "Sir?"

    He gestured at the pile. "All this stuff is good and helpful, and my tax rebates this year are going to be a doozie, but I've been feeling like all this is getting a bit repetitive. I want to spice stuff up."

    What to do, what to… Hmm. "Let's get some poor people to fight!"

    She tilted her head. "Sir?"

    Yeah, this would be great! "I'm already messing with the rich assholes, let's get some poor people rumblin it up!"

    Charlotte looked less than convinced. Not impressed either. "And the activity for 'rumblin it up' would be some sort of death match?"

    Huh? "What? No! They'd just die or something, that isn't interesting at all. No, I'm thinking of a poor family cookoff!"

    This would be great! "First we pick some sort of theme, like waffles or something. Then we go find some family owned restaurant that is heavily in debt or with massive medical bills or something, like eight families total right?"

    He should send a team out to research some choices. "We pay off all their debt, both for their restaurant and their family members, then have them compete against the OTHER poor families for who can make the most delicious waffle or whatever! Maybe have a training camp in the middle, since not everyone has been formally taught how to work a modern kitchen."

    Plus, not every failed kitchen is due to outside forces… They might NEED a good week of personal training to do well on the show. "All the competitors will get upgraded kitchens and stuff when it's over, but the WINNER will be crowned 'Underworld Chef' and get a big ole check or whatnot! It'll be great!"

    Jeremiah grinned at the thought of being a judge. THEN he could pick steaks or ribs or whatever and get to eat all the meat he wanted without being judged for not sticking to this healthy crap! "It will directly support restaurants in likely poor neighborhoods, uplift a family that needs it, AND as an affiliated restaurant to Wickles Industries it will spread our policies out into the wild a bit!"

    The TV show 'Iron Chef' was one of his favorites, although for some reason he wasn't actually sure if that program existed here? Somehow?

    Whatever, this idea was gold! "Pretty sure this will spread the influence of our suppliers too, as we didn't really focus much effort into the lower income markets for our higher quality ingredients up till now. Just in case, we can source local supplies and buy out a farm or two, upgrade their setup and facility to better produce ingredients and whatnot after the show airs…"

    It would be a bit of a targeted stimulus for the local economy too. Investment thoughts aside, just having some poor sob story family be able to show off some family recipes on television would likely produce a surge in customers and out of towners coming to visit…

    Charlotte didn't roll her eyes, but he could feel her exasperation. "Shall I have our PR team workshop names for the project? I am unsure how popular the name 'world wide poor people food fight' would be received at this time."

    Wha!? "How did you KNOW I was going to call it…"

    She raised her eyebrow. "Sir has a tendency to follow certain habits, and your naming schemes have not always been well received. Such as the 'Fuck you Charlie Cornswater' scholarship fund that we had to rebrand."

    Damn… Well, she wasn't wrong. "Still say Charlie was a fuckwad. People as old as us shouldn't be wasting time and money rigging funding to lower income neighborhoods to discriminate against people."

    His second nodded, unmoved. "The scholarship itself was not the issue, sir. The name…"

    What? "I already backed down from 'Charlie Cornswater is Fucking Braindead' and the others! I even avoided the insults you said were insensitive or inappropriate!"

    In the end they'd been stuck with the 'Failed Under Charlie Cornswater Scholarship', which could at least be shortened down to 'F.U. Charlie Cornswater'. It was the best he could convince them to agree with, unfortunately.

    Charlotte gave a soft smile. "As you say, sir." Then she was all business. "Shall I pass this to the media branch? We'll need a few days to arrange the new filming crew and shooting studios, assuming we have a list of potential contestants to work with."

    Jeremiah Wickles carefully ignored his slowly growing inbox of documents to be reviewed. "I'll need for us to quickly find locations with failing restaurants, preferably ones family owned and with a good local reputation. If at all possible, I'd like to avoid supporting some nazi cult or demon worshiping circle or whatever, so make sure we do thorough background checks."

    Because demons were real here, apparently. What a world. "Might as well start buying up any debt the potential cooking show contestants may have too while we are at it. We're likely to be better lenders anyway and it would keep any of them from going bankrupt before they even have a chance to compete on TV."

    She was already sending out dozens of messages… Oh this was going to be so much fun! "After we get a producer to slap something together for us to approve, let me look over it. I got this whole plan about us finding some people with talent and a rough patch and setting up some sort of 'pay it forward' situation… Maybe the winner of the competition would get invited to some sort of grand championship competition at the end of each season? To earn the title of that year's Underworld Head Chef or something?"

    Charlotte stopped his rambling by touching his shoulder. "Sir? I'll take care of things."

    …Yeah, she probably would. "Let me know when it all starts coming together?"

    "I will, Sir."

    Good.

    …Damn it, he was going to have to finish these other documents now, wasn't he?

    Fine, whatever.

    Let's spend more money on altruistic philanthropy, shall we?

    If Jeremiah worked a little bit faster, maybe he could actually start spending enough pocket money to NOT gain a surplus in that account when the numbers stop bouncing and the interest rolls in.

    Damn, sometimes being a tad wealthy could be stressful!
     
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    • Next on Wickles TV: Double Meat VS Das Wafflehaus; Cooking showdown quarterfinals!
    Will the secret incredient finally be revealed?
    (It's marketing.)
     
    Is he going to have a call back to BtVS Bakery?

    The product shifting to what you want?

    Will Lady Clearwater enjoy such treats?
     
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    If Jeremiah worked a little bit faster, maybe he could actually start spending enough pocket money to NOT gain a surplus in that account when the numbers stop bouncing and the interest rolls in.
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    John in the enviable position of "I keep spending money but the numbers still go up!"

    Every time I see Miss Clearwater's name I'm thinking to myself "is her first name Penelope / Penny?"
     
    Unfair comparisons.
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    • Comparisons: Don't be a dick about it.

    "{Name} Is acting just like Hitler!" is really intended to be equivalating said name, not to the actual individual man, but the Mythos around him.

    You are directly accusing your target of establishing death camps and torture and widespread fear and horror.

    Same for comparing people to Grindelwald or Voldemort or Senator Palpatine or Hisoka Morow or the rest.

    Having someone say "You are trying to do x, y, or z!? That's the same as <Pick an asshole!>" really pisses me off.

    ...On a mostly unrelated sidenote, there are a lot of REALLY unhappy people ranting about Jeremiah Wickles right now. Or then? At that time?

    "You are firing me for being racist!? You're worst than Hitler!" ~Not one hint of irony or self reflection.
     
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    • Some of his contacts were scrambling to keep on top of the chaos.

    Others, the publicly known groups, were trying to keep the PR bus rolling despite all the setbacks.

    The hidden ones were all trying to lie low or carefully secure resources for the ongoing storm.

    As for him, Herald Grunmen?

    He just closed shop for the day. All personnel and team members were sent home, paychecks still out going so hopefully no one would decide to give him a neck focused haircut or whatever, and now he was just… Lost.

    What was even going on anymore?

    Like some undead beast, Wickles Industries had risen from the muck and in the process of dragging itself forwards on the mission had uncovered a MASSIVE, unreasonably comprehensive network of influence.

    Sure, Herald and others knew logically that the behemoth was a giant in the corporate world. Anyone with a few brain cells and access to the internet could put that together.

    But with only a few policy changes, their unfathomable reach was exposed.

    Over half of all known existing companies, even some that were ACTIVE COMPETITORS, were actually under the thumb of Wickles Industries. Either directly, or found crawling under some parent company or three that if examined ALSO bowed to Wickles Industry whims.

    And while the potential for rebelling against Old Man Wickles unreasonable demands might have existed when all this got rolling down hill, now?

    Now there was momentum.

    Some out of fear, some due to no longer being repressed or 'convinced' to keep quiet, more than a few who just wanted to jump on this ticket to ride…

    Change was here, it was ongoing, and the only one who seemed to understand where the tracks led was one crazy old guy who casually redirected the world on a whim.

    Worst of all, the vast majority of safeguards and restrictions that could have prevented this whole mess had all been carefully dissected and carved away and murdered behind close legislative doors by people who wanted even more power.

    At the time, like many others, why would Herald Grunmen have cared? His people weren't affected, and it gave him even more control of his territory and those who attempted to move in on it. Win win, right? At the time, yes.

    But now?

    Even ATTEMPTING to stop something like this, if that was even possible, would require vast amounts of wasted hush money and under table deals.

    And that was if all the many organizations competing in this shocking madness actually trusted each other and were willing to work towards a common goal… Which none of them were.

    Hell, Wilson Fisk had publicly SUPPORTED Jeremiah Wickles directly!

    At least in front of the cameras and crowds… And this is where Herald's troubles began.

    After all, Fisk didn't give a shit one way or the other about muties, only profit…

    And all the theoretical risk and potential blowback of the Kingpin himself supporting something as politically sensitive as 'total equality"?

    Well, all that pushback was instead being directed straight towards the VERY public and ongoing number one target of Jeremiah Wickles, the 'Crazy Old Man' shoving this whole pandemonium forward without a fucking care in the world!

    So now the Kingpin suddenly gains lots of free press and good will and local appreciation while easily using the entire situation as an excuse to reach even further into the criminal underworld.

    From what Grunmen's people reported before he sent everyone home, the Kingpin was making out like a bandit emperor! Hell, most of the people in the new territory WELCOMED the asshole, considering how profitable Fisk ran his organization!

    And by actually ENFORCING what was widely becoming known as the 'Wickle Policies' on all the newly acquired territories, any hidden daggers or secret resistant cells HAD to stand up and expose themselves or be abandoned by their own people for being too 'weak' and 'betraying America' and all that bullshit.

    Which was the problem, and why he sat here feeling so hopeless right now.

    Personally, Herald Grunmen hadn't really been that huge into hunting muties to begin with, more focusing on finding bigger scores and easy marks… But like many of his 'friends' and coworkers, he had gone for the easy cash grab.

    Spew some hatred, maybe shank a mutie or two, and those crazy people would fall over themselves to give Herald money and follow his commands.

    And now… Now what?

    It was too late to change. Aside from how craziness and that kind of thing tends to spread when not stepped on in an organization, he already had a history and reputation around here for being 'tough on muties taking jobs' and other such bullshit.

    Years of mouth flapping and trash talk that now loomed like a noose from a tree.

    So he waited here, at home.

    Waiting for the axeman to show up.

    There was nowhere to run, EVERYWHERE was uncontrolled and unsafe to him now.

    And Fisk's reach was creeping down the runoff towards his people… No longer willing to just accept random payments or ignore Herald's people due to how small their operations technically were.

    Maybe, if he had cared more about how he looked to those who served him?

    Maybe then there would be more options…

    But aside from his loose lips and habits of bragging when he banged some hot tail or pulled off a huge gig, there were several VERY angry groups that had only held back from ending Herald due to him snickering under the Kingpin's umbrella, way out by the fringe.

    And as he sat alone in his apartment, his mind wouldn't stop pulling up memories. Once full of bravado and influenced by the many drugs he had been on, they told tale after tale of him taking more than he should.

    Paying less than what was owed.

    Putting people in their place who… Technically was out of his jurisdiction.

    Maybe satisfying thirsts he shouldn't, on morsels that he shouldn't.

    No, Kingpin wouldn't spare him from what was to come.

    Herald was too good a symbol for that…

    And as for killing himself?

    He glanced again at the loaded gun at his side… And left it there.

    Well, honestly he was too scared to do that.

    So he waited, and tried to force himself to be optimistic.

    Maybe Fisk hadn't heard about those girls?

    Maybe the human trafficking had slipped the reports?

    …The public mutilations of those muties probably hadn't slipped notice though.

    Fuck.

    Carefully, he picked up the far too heavy weapon and gripped it tightly…

    When his door was kicked in hours later, he still hadn't been able to pull the trigger before it was all too late.

    Looked like Grunmen's Gang was going to have some changes in management. As expected.

    ~~~Pocket System~~~

    Jeremiah Wickles groaned at the paperwork. "Finally, that should do it!"

    Then a ding came from the cursed device, refilling his inbox instantly.

    He glared at the stupid tablet. "How come getting things done seems to only make MORE work for myself!?"

    Charlotte hummed happily. "It seems several enterprising individuals have decided to take up your cause for their own reasons, which has significantly sped up many of our existing timetables and cut short a number of issues that would have been roadblocks along the way."

    Huh? "In what way?" Must have missed it while being buried in documentation.

    She continued working on her own tasks. "Some public names, both local and elsewhere, have started pushing for the so-called 'Wickle Policy' to become the gold standard of future employment. The think tank estimates that over 38% of those various statements might actually be early signs of potential long term policy shifts and not simply more mouth service, and that sort of thing tends to accumulate more followers through peer pressure alone at this rate."

    Oh, more of the 'me too' crowd.

    Meh, it was always easier to follow the tide than to shift the currents. "Look, I've done all the boring stuff like I promised! Can we work more on my new TV series?"

    Ha! She almost rolled her eyes that time! "Of course, sir."

    She tapped something on her phone and some of the staff walked in with charts. "Advertising for 'Last Chance Showdown' is already underway and general public response is positive. Though I have made a few alterations, pending your approval."

    A number of catchy posters were held up. "Aside from 'Last Chance Chef' as previously discussed, we also wish to branch out a little with 'Last Stay Inn', which focuses on small hotels and such, and 'Last Days Care' which will target care facilities for the elderly and those with long term medical conditioning."

    She checked her notes for confirmation. "The inn competition will revolve around providing the competitors a set amount of funds for renovation, and the ones that have improved quality the most effectively according to secret customer reviewers while also attracting the most customers during the examination periods can move up to the next rounds, where more funding and testing will continue to be provided until there is a final winner."

    Hmm. "How are we going to stop them from just taking my money and being an asshole after we leave?"

    Charlotte tapped the image. "Room rates are standardized for a specific amount of time determined by how far they manage to win in the competition… And enforcing our nondiscrimination policies is mandatory for them to participate in our competition. After all, a large portion of this project is to entice such agreements in return for negating the vast majority of their current burdensome debt."

    Hmm. "So in return for us bailing out their failing business and personal lives, they have to forego excess profits based on how much money we invested into them during this whole thing… Yes, I can work with that. What about the other?"

    She switched the charts to show 'Last Days Care'. "Unlike the other two, this is not a competition. Instead, their ratings will focus on quality of care provided, the atmosphere of the environment overall, and various stories told by those who are staying there. The tales from the patients will be collected, bound into a series of books, and sold to help benefit the facility itself and the patients who shared their lives with us. Sales of the books will determine the overall 'winners', while the episodes will use the interviews as the basis for a series of historical documentaries."

    Hmm. "We might want to look into some sort of city level competition as well… Set up some sort of housing scenario, where a few cities with high homeless rates can attempt to provide solutions with us implementing the ones that succeed the most in the areas that failed to handle the issue. Need to think more on that, make a note please."

    She nodded. "Yes sir."

    Hmm. "If getting cities and towns to actually house their homeless doesn't pan out, we might be able to do something on a smaller scale… Target large families about to be evicted and set up some sort of 'restoration' or 'improvement' show to correct the issue maybe? It'd be pure loss, but likely change some lives."

    After all, there were renovation shows already right? And shows where people try to upgrade something but find an expensive problem and get it fixed while being recorded…

    This would just be an extension of that idea with a more charity focused bend to it.

    Plus he wouldn't have to interact with small town governors and all that political bullshit. Yeah, this was a much better idea, honestly! "Scrap the hotel idea, let's shift it to restoring housing and homes instead. That way we'd have a cooking competition, a historical documentary series, and a restoration show… Should do well, I think!"

    Not to mention it'd be better than the never ending garbage on the idiot box by comparison.

    His second didn't even hesitate as she motioned for the 'Last Stay Inn' materials to be removed. "It will be done, Sir."

    Sweet. "Good, this will give me something to do as you take over."

    She stared at him like he had just farted out a unicorn. "Sir?"

    What? "I'm OLD girl, and already died a half dozen times! I am too cranky, rich, and cantankerous to keep running this mess, and you've been picking up my slack for years at this point."

    He waved away her protests. "Oh I stepped in here or there, pointed out a few things you missed once in a while, but there is a REASON why I'm focusing on tidying up this place. It's always polite to clean up the house before you give it to someone else, and it is going to take TIME to fully clear out Wickles Industries and get it up to standard."

    Charlotte stuttered! "But, but sir! We still NEED you to…"

    Ha! "You don't NEED me girl! Even your WORST mistakes while under my watch have been better than what I've done back in the day!" Seriously, her personal standard for excellence was just a tad too high in his opinion.

    That said, her heartbreak made him snort. "Now don't think I'm about to keel over or wander away or anything. Like I said, I still gotta clean things up, bash a few heads, and piss off a WHOLE lot of people first to make things easier for you later on."

    He didn't bring attention to her relief. "Even after I officially retire and you take over, you'll still have me around to bother you a bit, or talk with when you want to run things by me… Hell, I have no doubt you'll be sick of me in a month!"

    "Never, sir."

    …Ah.

    How did he respond to… Damn, he was never good at mushy stuff. "Anyway, once we get these shows ready to go I'll just spin my wheels working on that mess and donating more money towards people in need and against assholes in general."

    God there were a lot of targets out there waiting to be squished… Anyway. "And when it comes to what YOU are going to do when I step down? Well, honestly you taking over doesn't really change your responsibilities much anymore. It's more or less just having everyone recognize the ongoing status quo."

    She blinked. "Sir?"

    Heh. "Look around you girl. These people aren't following me, they're worshiping you by now! And for good reason I should say. Any girl of mine is going to OWN this planet, you can bet your bottom dollar on that!"

    The woman held back her sniffles. "Well… Well." She glanced at his tablet. "Well… That isn't going to get you out of your paperwork, mister! And I won't even have TIME to take things over until all that mess is done, so don't even mention it anymore, alright?"

    Ha! Looks like he wasn't the only one bad with emotions. "Aye aye, captain… And here."

    She accepted the handkerchief without words, and he didn't bring up the tears.

    After all, they both had work to do!
     
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    • So, unmentioned is Family?

    By that, will Lady Clearwater have a boyfriend or get married? Will he vet the prospect and threatening with a shovel he takes to his grave and digs his way out to beat and bury with?

    Edit: Had the image of Thanos 'After snap' getting beat up by Undead Mr. WICKLES?
     
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    So, how long until the Wickles Network creates spin of franchises build around "First" themed places?
    Like First Cafe, First Rodeo, First First Ladies First Rodeo....
    ... I think the ladies in the background are giving handsigns about the last one going first.....
     
    REALLY wanting to see the Reactions and Consequences of this for the Various characters... Like the knock-on effects of these and the individual reactions/shock.
    Charles Xavier, Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Magneto, Wakanda, Shield, Kamar-Taj, etc... Wanna see their reactions, or how this has shaken things up... Just imagine how perturbed the Ancient One is with how much this has possibly changed the Timeline... Maybe suddenly Mordo and Kaecillius no longer go bad, and she/he gets to retire in peace, with Strange(or someone else) taking over. Maybe certain threats are suddenly dealt with in unexpected ways...
    Maybe suddenly Earth is getting its butt into gear with advanced technology, moving into space, and dealing with aliens... Instead of doing all that in the shadows with SWORD and SHEILD, and the various Alien invasions or refugees.

    Wonder if any of the Slapstick Survival Competitions are a thing in this world yet... Will the MC introduce Takeshi's Castle or Most Extreme Elimination Challenge?
     
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