[X] Just chill there for a while. In an alley. Yeeep.
-[X] Also start singing songs, LIFE BANE!!! should at least know first hand what your greatest accomplishment is
--[X] Phone your Russian mother. He worries.
---[X] Then take Lifebane to your base
----[X] Get Lifebane's contact details and arrange to call.
-----[X] Write in a way to include Lifebane in your really bulgingly long script for that web series thingy you're working on.
------[X] Ask Lifebane about the Zen of the world.
-------[X] While distracting her with that, ask one of your gang members to get a book on branding/marketing someone.
--------[X] If needed surprise LIFEBANE!!!!! that you'll maybe start working on making her more popular (improving her fanclub) if she teaches you magic.
Update delayed due to an unexpected hospital visit. And due to their cafeteria serving lamb curry. Mmm.
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.1.46.you'restillnotpasttheprologue.i'msofuckingslow
Well, hell. No-one's here to see you or Lifebane, and it's not like it's raining or anything. So hey, why not relax back here and chill?
Oh, you should probably call your Russain m- Greg. He worries. And maybe you should sing, gotta get those skills up! Admittedly, you're not entirely sure how to sing AND make a phonecall, but - oh. Yeah, that'll do.
While Lifebane gathers themself together (literally, one of their fingerbones separated, and they're busy reattaching it with some kind of glowy magic aura), you dig your phone out of your hoodie, dialing your bro. Your main man. Your best buddy. Your mother. "Hold on, Lifebane, and just relax," you sing, cheerfully and blissfully aware of how bad you are at rhymes. "I need to check who's got our backs!"
"..." Lifebane replies.
Greg answers, while you're in the middle of humming a little ditty you've also just made up. It's awesome. You're awesome. "Alex? Are you all right? Where have you been? Do you need help?" Aw, shucks, he's all worried.
You chirp back, "In mind and body, all is well! Surprising, as I just came from Hell!"
"Uh. What?"
"I'm trying to improve my skills by singing - it'll improve my chances more at... winning."
"Winning doesn't rhyme with singing. And what's this about He-"
"ANYWAY," you interrupt, because you don't need a lecture on blah blah don't go to hell dimensions, something something candy from strangers (that was one time, Greg, stop going on about it), "it's very sad, I now must go, I'll see you back at base.... you ho."
There's an undignified squawking sound from Greg as you quickly hang up, pleased to see your Songwriting ability has improved a level. God, you're good.
"Lifebane!" You beam at the skeleton, which stares back, somehow looking awkward. "Come with me! To my base! Which is on this planet and not in spaaaaaace!"
"LIFEBANE is not sure LIFEBANE should be going anywhere with you any more..." they mutter, inching to their feet. You give a hearty laugh, or the best approximation you can. "Why do you have a 'base', insignificant mortal?"
Oh, yeah. You never mentioned you led a gang, did you? Huh. "It's a story which is really long! And hard to explain when using song!" There. That should possibly distract them, maybe. "Let us away, across the city! Before our situation gets real shitty!"
"Too many syllables."
Man, everyone's a critic. At least you have a nice voice?
{Sneaking a Skeletal Supervillain Across the City to Your Base = 88+11 = 99 = ... I'm impressed.}
So, long story short - you somehow make it across town without anyone noticing anything odd. With some nice timing as you dart from one alley to another, taking sidestreets and avoiding cameras, taking advantage of most natives' downtrodden willingness to duck their heads low and refuse to notice anything that might get them in trouble, you actually get Lifebane back to base in almost record time. Plus you level both Sneak and Songwriting up twice while doing so, although the skeleton is obviously rather confused as to why everything you say to them is in song.
Eh.
Jeff the Plumber-dude has already been and gone - the gang aren't here either, but Mike left a note saying they paid him for the day (you owe $150 to the group kitty), and that he'll be back tomorrow to finish fixing the last of the sinks and toilets. At least you don't owe him any more cash.
Remaining plumbing options: (to be decided in-game tomorrow)
3 1 days to get toilets and sinks (including kitchen) functional ($250 dollars including time and parts) Finishes tomorrow
4 days to get a proper shower installed ($450, plus however much you spend on a shower system)
1 day to get a cheap camping shower installed ($150, plus approx. $250 for the shower)
4 days to get various aging/damaged pipes around the warehouse fixed or replaced ($900 including time and parts)
With Lifebane settled on the couch, head swivelling around as they gaze around your base, you exchange contact details, and set about showing them the script for the first episode. They... seem pretty impressed, actually.
{Screenwriting = 6+21 = 27 = Shiiiit.}
Your combined attempts to write Lifebane into the script are... less than stellar, but that's fine. You both agree to remove the hideous changes and either rework it or write them into the second episode instead. And no, the character is not going to be called Lifebane. Nope. No way.
On the bright side, Lifebane seems to be a little more relaxed, and a quick text to Jin even has her promising to bring back a book or two on marketing, PR and the like. Maybe if you can get Lifebane more popular, they might start teaching you magic, which would be - needless to say - totally sweet. Even (dare you say it?) magical.
It's nearly 7PM now.
[ ] Join Lifebane's fanclub
[ ] Put off joining
AND
[ ] The guys will be back soon, about 8PM (with takeout!). Make some excuses and get rid of Lifebane (politely).
[ ] Keep Lifebane around to meet the guys.
AND
[ ] Spend the hour until they get here
-[ ] creating/levelling a skill (write in)
-[ ] working on the script
-[ ] Write in