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This Is Not Your Brockton Bay (Worm Quest)

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[X] Tentatively accept on the condition that it's revisited later when you know more.
Rather not get into anything we can not get out of.
 
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1.5 Morningstar
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    • [X] Shake his hand. Sounds like a good deal.

    They shake his hand. It sounded like a good deal. Marquis smiled broadly and clapped an arm around their shoulders.

    "Alright I'll have Morningstar let you room with him and set you up with some better clothes," he said pulling you into the house.

    "Morningstar?" They asked.

    "He's my right hand man and Baroness' bodyguard, the man who gave you the water," he said. Baroness was watching the TV on an alternate expensive white couch while Morningstar was drinking water and eating a ... Hot pocket?

    "Morningstar I told you that you should eat better. That is not a meal," Marquis scolded. Morningstar grunted.

    "I'm guessing you want me to set up the new girl?" he asked, pushing the food away.

    "Girl?" They echoed.

    "Yeah, they're fairly androgynous, how can you determine the gender?" Baroness asked raising an eyebrow. She had turned her body around to face them.

    "She just seems like a girl to me," Morningstar said uncomfortably. He grimaced. "Don't bother me about this."

    "Okay okay," Baroness grinned.

    Marquis sighed. "Anyways Morningstar, get to it."

    Morningstar grunted as he grabbed their wrist and headed to the garage with them. They wondered, what pronouns should they use?

    What pronouns do you use?

    [ ] He/him

    [ ] She/her

    [ ] They/them

    As Morningstar drove and got out of the forest, he cleared his throat.

    "Have you thought about what name you should use? I know you don't have any memories, so I have a few suggestions," he said.

    What name should you use?

    [ ] John Smith

    [ ] Jane Smith

    [ ] Write In

    "Huh, okay," he said nodding.

    He drove into garage of an apartment building and let you into the spacious apartment. It was a two bedroom with a connected kitchen, with one with a kings sized bed and the other is a twin bed. There was a computer in both rooms and two bathrooms.

    "Welcome to Casa La Morningstar," he said sardonically. "Marquis let me have the day off so I'll be sleeping. Take a shower, put on some of the clothes in the closet, and try not to burn the place down."

    What do you do after showering?

    [ ] Check the computer and research Brockton Bay's cape scene.

    [ ] Go to sleep. You're tired.

    [ ] Cook a meal for yourself. You're still hungry.

    [ ] Write In.
     
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    • Should separate the votes by adding [ ][Pronoun], [ ][Name], and [ ][After Shower] or something like that to the votes.
     
    [X] She/Her
    [X] Aubrey Smith
    [X] Cook a meal for yourself. You're still hungry.
     
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    [X] [Pronoun] She/her

    [X] [First Name] Penelope

    [X] [Last Name] Don't Care

    [X] [Action] Cook a meal for yourself. You're still hungry.
     
    [X] [Pronoun] She/her

    [X] [First Name] Altria

    [X] [Last Name] No Last Name. We have no family after all.

    [X] [Action] Cook a meal for yourself. You're still hungry.

    interesting premise, watched.
     
    1.6 Hotpockets
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    • [X] She/Her
    [X] Aubrey Smith
    [X] Cook a meal for yourself. You're still hungry.

    She looked into the fridge and stared. The fucker lived off of hotpockets and yogurt. Sighing, she took two hotpockets and started microwaving it according to the packet suggestions. When it was done, she ate it eagerly. Feeling sleepy after that, she went to sleep in the twin bed.

    The next morning, Morningstar tore the sheets off of her. She grumbled as she sat up and saw that he was holding a box.

    "Get up, you're going to deliver a package for Marquis," he ordered.

    "What kind of package?" she asked, grimacing as she got off the bed.

    "You're not allowed to know," he said, as he shoved a box into her arms. "It's on Thirteenth Avenue and Hopkins street. Give it to the receptionist."

    "Hey-," Aubrey started.

    "I'm busy, get going," He looked out a window and disappeared in a flash of light.

    Holding the box, she realized that something was moving inside. You could hear the tiny footsteps inside.

    What do you do?

    [ ] Open the box. What the fuck?

    [ ] Deliver the box. You're not fucking this up.

    [ ] Write In.
     
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    • Why are they expecting a Case 53 freshly arrived to deliver a package to an address she couldn't possibly know the location of?

    Tell me they gave her a GPS.

    [X] Deliver the box. You're not fucking this up.
     
    [X] Deliver the box. You're not fucking this up.

    I don't want to ruin a good thing going. Simply because there isn't really other options.
     
    [X] Deliver the box. You're not fucking this up.
    -[X] Ponder if you might've made a mistake.

    Uhh, anyone have ideas what's in the box? My bet is either tiny person or some sort of heavy bug, considering we can hear it's footsteps from outside the box.
     
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    [X] Deliver the box. You're not fucking this up.
    -[X] Ponder if you might've made a mistake.

    Uhh, anyone have ideas what's in the box? My bet is either tiny person or some sort of heavy bug, considering we can hear it's footsteps from outside the box.
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    No idea, but I don't want to be around when the box opens.
     
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