>>3938754
And here we go again

I can't believe FIuck Quest is over. ;_;

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>>3938754
First for what even is real anymore

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

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

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Episode 1 ("Five Petabytes per Second"): https://archived.moe/qst/thread/3757772

Episode 2 ("Galatea Trick"): https://archived.moe/qst/thread/3775200

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

Episode 4 ("Fooly Chloe"): https://archived.moe/qst/thread/3818053

Episode 5 ("Jigglypuff"): https://archived.moe/qst/thread/3832845

Episode 6 ("Ghost in the Shell: Little Sister Complex"): https://archived.moe/qst/thread/3845974

Episode 7 ("Bubblegum Crisis"): https://archived.moe/qst/thread/3891623

Episode 8 ("Keki's Delivery Service"): https://archived.moe/qst/thread/3915096

Interlewd 7 ("Fuck x Sis"): https://archived.moe/qst/thread/3915096#p3927685

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AND NOW, EPISODE 9 OF THE END OF FUCK QUEST:
"Neon Weeaboo Catachresis"

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Ready, but also unprepared.

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What did he mean by this?

I trust in Chloe and you all will regret not believing in her.

>>3938765
Get on the train and ride.

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When Darkbloom gets home from work that evening, just as he's setting his satchel down on the end table in the foyer, Dalton's wife Karen strolls up to intercept him. It's obvious that she isn't happy. Darkbloom asks: "What's the matter, darling?"

This is the matter: she leads him to the living room where Dalton's 9 year old son is sitting on a recliner, his arms folded, his face red, and his frown deep. Petulant.

Darkbloom kneels to get at eye level with him. He puts a hand on the boy's knee, but the boy refuses to meet his gaze.

"Your mother told me that you got into a fight at school this afternoon."

The boy remains mute and unwilling to look at the man he thinks is his father. To underline the point, he theatrically deepens his frown.

"I want to hear your side of what happened," Darkbloom says. "Please."

"Just ground me!" The boy yells. His voice cracks, like a block of styrofoam snapping. "I don't care!"

"Was it something to do with Hazel?" Darkbloom asks. "I heard that's what your teacher said."

At last, the boy meets his eyes. His explanation comes at dizzying speed, and all in one breath: "Aiden said he saw Hazel steal Harper's joycons but she didn't and so I said so, and then he said that Hazel is ugly and stupid and that she's a thief and said she likes to kiss with Brody who's so annoying and has booger problems and everyone hates him and Aiden only said all that because he's lying and he's jealous that Hazel got a better score than him in the spelling test so he wanted to get her in trouble and make her embarrassed and like everyone thinks she kisses with Brody even if she doesn't because he's gross!"

>>3938780
Well, I've heard all I need to.

>[x] Kill Aiden

>>3938780
>playground drama
Is Daddy Darkbloom gonna have to choke a 5th grader?

>>3938780
Not the first time we killed a child, right?

>>3938780
What a good brother Hazel has. How worrying.

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"I see," Darkbloom says when the boy's tirade ends. "So what did you do?"

The boy scoots forward in his seat and gets his ruddy face right in Darkbloom's. "I told Aiden to stop spreading lies about Hazel and he said it wasn't a lie so I punched him! And I'm not sorry and I would do it again and I'll punch him again tomorrow if I see him and he doesn't take it back!"

"You're not sorry?" Darkbloom says.

The boy pounds a limp fist against the leather cushion upon which he sits. "I'm not! I won't let Aiden tell lies about Hazel and I don't care if you want to put me on grounded because I don't even need to play video games!"

Darkbloom slowly strokes the boy's arm a few times, from his shoulder down to his elbow, to calm his rage. "You protected your sister's honor. I'm proud of you, Finn."

Dalton's wife begins to say something, but Darkbloom, still watching for Finn's next reaction, cuts her off by holding up his hand.

"So I'm not on grounded?" Finn asks, hopeful.

"Oh, yes -- of course you are," Darkbloom says, and can't help smiling, if only a little. "I'm revoking your privileges for a week. No television, no video games, and no computer or tablet except when you do homework. You may still go outside, or read."

"But you said I was right! That's not fair!"

"Sometimes in this life you get punished for doing the right thing, Finn." He stands. "Yes, I am proud of you. But fighting can get you kicked out school -- I pay good money to send you there. Don't hit that boy again. You taught him a lesson he won't soon forget, and I think you'll find that this is the end of it if you leave the matter alone."

"I hate you! I hate you!"

"I'm sure you do," Darkbloom says. The cell phone in his pocket vibrates. Grimacing, he takes it out and checks the screen; as meanwhile Finn's blurred form zips past -- to thud and patter up the stairs and into his room and slam his door.

>Calling: Alabaster Soliloquy

Darkbloom sighs. He would dearly love to leave Alabaster hanging, that wanton moron. But he can't. What implicates Alabaster also implicates his beloved daughters -- all four of them. He picks up the call, but says nothing into the receiver. No matter -- it's Alabaster who speaks right away.

"You need to come here. We have a serious problem."

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

>>3938787
Time will tell if it'll evolve into an Ally/Cerise relationship, or Vasily/Mara.

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Special announcement:

I'm currently projecting that the final episode will be somewhere between episode 13-15, depending on how things develop. This estimate could change, however.

Please wait warmly.

Here is a song I considered using for season 4's OP or ED at one point. The imagery in the video is spookily on point.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F9EWsmaIwTs

>>3938780
>[Hazel[ likes to kiss with Brody who's so annoying and has booger problems and everyone hates him
Finn did nothing wrong.

>>3938807
>fq will likely end in 2020
Fuck

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"But I feel real..."

Rose2 sucks nervously on a Capri Sun, the tiny yellow straw between her lips, both her hands squeezing the foil bag. She sits upon the couch in the living room, all eyes on her, and she obviously doesn't like being the center of attention in this way. The annoying "dah-DAH, dah-DAH" of the Smash Bros results screen plays on the TV on a continuous loop in the background, as every single person in the Nail House stares her down. (At least she finally beat Noelle's Ganondorf.)

"You're real," Amber tells her. She sits down next to her older sister and loops an arm around her shoulder. "Don't let any of these fuckers tell you otherwise."

Rose2 makes a nervous, but appreciative, murmur.

Amber lifts her eyepatch and takes a quick peek at Rose2, through grain and through the pain. She delivers her assessment: "Yep. Real."

"I'm so sorry, but..." Alex begins.

Amber, hugging her sister even tighter, growls at him. Literally, she growls. Guess that's an inherited trait. You've seen Mom do the same to threatening people.

"What do you see, when you look at her?" You ask. "You say she's not real -- but what does that mean? Do you think she's, what, a robot? A hallucination? What?"

"I don't know..." Alex says. "I mean, I see her. I see her perfectly fine. Rosie is right there on the couch for me, same as for all of you. She's fine. She's --" He turns and looks at her. "Rosie, you're fine. You're the same nice, sweet, cute girl I've always known!"

"T-thank you..." she replies. She sucks her straw.

"But when I look at you, something's wrong. It's the same way I can spot a deep fake. I can't explain it." He kneels and takes her hand. "I don't know what it means. I wish I did. It's not your fault..."

Cerise folds her arms. "Well I disagree."

"What do you mean?" He asks.

She shifts her weight, and puts her hands on her hips. She speaks past Alex, to Rose2: "You've got shit taste in everything and you're an obnoxious fuck about it, too." (Rose2 winces visibly at this). "But I've gotten used to thinking of you as my little sister. Little sisters are supposed to be annoying anyway."

"Hai..." she mumbles. It was impossible any longer to conceal from Rose2 the truth of the relationship between you and her; and while Cerise may have had months to adjust to thinking of Rose2 as a sister, Rose2 has had only a few minutes for the same. This is all too much for the poor girl to process.

"So you have no memory of anything other than the life you've always known?" Dr. Carte asks. "No flashes of anything else?"

"No," Rose2 says softly. She's done with her Capri Sun, and now she blows the empty drink sac up with air, and sucks the air back out, over and again, like a traveler with an airsickness bag. "I'm just-- just Rose2."

"You're Rose, dear," Mom says firmly.

"R-right. Sorry. I got used to Rose2."

"Stay used to it," Rose says. You slap her across the back of the head. She shoves you.

"will you two please stop" Gal says. "so annoying"

>>3938807
Fuck Quest is going to save/ruin Christmas, this is actually unbelievable.

>>3938822
>"will you two please stop" Gal says. "so annoying"
I can't WAIT for the day Gal actually forces someone to suck her dick.

>>3938822
>"will you two please stop" Gal says. "so annoying"
Gal channeling Armstrong will be most entertaining

>>3938822
Also, can't help but notice he didn't say anything about Mom, so that's that.

>>3938780
>>3938789
Darkbloom's family life is really adorable

>>3938807
Fuck yeah

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Unhappy intrusion, now: David Darkbloom enters via the front door, having apparently been let in by the guards outside. Tugging the lapels of his blazer, he strides purposefully into the living room and asks: "What's going on?"

"Let yourself in why don't you," you mutter.

"Do not start," he says. "You are the one who told me to come."

Alex fills him in. He nods along.

"And Mom," you add grimly. "He thinks Mom is a deep fake, too."

Alex turns back and glances her way now; Mom's expression is steely and skeptical. "I'm sorry, Ms. Catachresis, but yes--"

"Bullshit," Amber says. "How can they be fake, but not me? I'm her daughter for fuck's sake."

"Or Camelia..." Charlotte says. Amber flips her off.

"Don't be crude," Charlotte says. "Either way, I do consider you family -- and as your elder, I have the authority to punish you..."

"This all goes back to Sable Guiteau," Kay says, drawing the room's attention. "You remember -- that day at Gal's apartment. What she told you, Alabaster. That the world changed on the night of June 1st, 2018. When David Darkbloom died and Cerise got Penelope put inside her skull. That night... something shifted. Sable thought she knew what. Well, of course she did. She had that thing inside her telling her what." Kay sits on a beanbag chair, tents her fingers in her lap as she leans forward. "For a brief moment before she went into a coma, Cerise had the entire power of Sand Reckoner at her disposal. It's the only time any person ever has. According to Sable, she would have had the power to alter reality -- potentially. And what did Cerise Soliloquy want more than anything in the world? Her family back." She meets Cerise's gaze. Cerise slowly nods, agreeing to the premise. "Maybe --" Kay says, "imperfectly -- maybe you conjured the Catachresis family from whole cloth." Then, looking Darkbloom's way: "is that possible?"

"Nothing is impossible at this juncture," he says, his voice deflated, like a soldier with shellshock.

"It could be why the Russians are so hellbent on them," Noelle says. "If they're some sort of nexus for all of Sand Reckoner's... weird bullshit... for lack of a better word."

"Mom..." you say. "Is it-- do you really think you could be-- fake--?"

Her reply is instant. She hugs you tight. "As if I care what a bunch of egoistic eggheads playing God would tell me! I'm your mother. You're my son. That's all there is to it, and nothing is going to change that!" She drags Cerise into the embrace, too -- beckons Amber and Rose2 to join it, also: mama bear with the cubs. "And -- and if any darn Russians or anyone else thinks they can hurt any of you -- they'll have to go through me first!"

That is Mom's final decision on the matter, it seems.

>>3938822
You can't just come out and tell a girl she's not real. Yeesh.

>>3938832
>mom too
Figured as much. Oof.

... does this mean the Rose2 Ally took to prom is dead?

>>3938832
;_;

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Clattering and voices from the backyard draw everyone's attention. With trepidation gripping you, you peek out the sliding glass doors -- but what you find is just a work crew. They're busy setting up a portable gazebo, folding chairs, a dancefloor, bunting and other decorations.

They're the crew that Rose hired for Cerise and Gal's wedding, almost immediately after you had all agreed with Saul to have it on Tuesday. Amid all the horror and craziness after that conversation at breakfast, you'd almost forgotten. Now, Tuesday is only two days away.

"Fuckin' A," Whitney grumbles. "Jimbo needs to start letting me know when he buzzes people through. Noelle does."

"I do," Noelle agrees.

"You do! Exactly. Go out there and kick his ass for me, yeah? Teach him how to guard better."

"I'll tell them to get out of here," you say, starting towards the backyard door.

But Cerise stops you. "No," comes her voice, firm and decisive.

You furrow your brow. "Are you kidding? You mean you actually want to have the wedding?"

"It's what Mr. Mallory wanted," Cerise says. "Yes."

Her tone makes clear that she won't be swayed.

"Thank you, Cerise," Rose tells her softly. "I know it would mean a lot to him."

Of course, the bride-to-already-be is less enthused. Gal stares at her feet.

>>3938845
;_;7

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Darkbloom gets everyone's attention. "Glad tidings to the newlyweds, but we need to stay focused. Somehow, there is an unaccountable aberration in the fabric of reality -- tracing back to Sand Reckoner. We would do well to figure out what the hell it is, and how our enemies intend to exploit it..."

"Our implants," Amber says, to you. "That night when we saw into each other-- didn't you feel like--"

You know what she'll say: like you needed more manpower. It's true. Everyone you know with a Sand Reckoner implant is here, now: you, Amber, Gal, Vivian, and her father. Could you daisy chain them together and learn something more?

Then again, that comes with so many unknowns, and that equals risk. Even when it was only you and Amber -- and earlier, when you used to have similar experiences with Gal -- you felt like you might drown in the influx of data that came with linking implants. Who's to say that adding more to the mix wouldn't be fatal, rather than revelatory?

[ ] Try it -- link your implants together.
[ ] Pursue a more traditional approach, and try to track down the Russians targeting you using your wealth and influence instead. Meanwhile, have Alex research deeper into what's going on.
[ ] Some other strategy?

>>3938865
>[x] Try it -- link your implants together.

>>3938865
>[x] Try it -- link your implants together.
This feels like a terrible idea, but fuck it. Let's become a human centipede of knowledge

>>3938865
>[x] Try it -- link your implants together.

>>3938865
>[x] Try it -- link your implants together.
DO IT DO IT DO IT

>>3938865
I
Fuck
I'm so fucking curious.
This feels so fucking dangerous.

We've basically already been doing the second option, and our backs are to the wall at this point. We don't know how long we have more more bodies start piling up?

But last time we were offered the choice to turn on SR, it was a total trap. Is there any way the Russians can turn this against us?
...
>[x] Try it -- link your implants together.

>>3938865
>[ ] Try it -- link your implants together.
How terrifying.

>>3938865
>[x] Try it -- link your implants together.
feeling D I E tonight

>>3938886
I don't think it could be a Russian trap, but there are plenty of ways it could lead to tragedy.

>[X] Try it -- link your implants together.
So let's do it anyway

>>3938865
>[ ] Try it -- link your implants together.

>>3938865
>[ ] Try it -- link your implants together.
Fuck, maybe the intricacies of Alex's SR cloaking chip, or Chloe's SR setup are small pieces of a puzzle that can help, but I just have no idea how to apply them with what I know.

Which is next to nothing.

>[x] Try it -- link your implants together.

Closing and writing.

>>3938897
The only thing I can think of is turning Penelope back on to full power and linking it up as the master unit in the master-slave dynamic that Xi Shi has going on - but that puts Darkbloom in charge of the rest of us, and fuck that.

>>3938898
Also if this is the decision that winds up fucking us, let it be known that we charged into it unanimously.

>>3938898
Nothing ominous. Which has me concerned that something terrible is going to happen.

>>3938789
>Darkbloom sighs. He would dearly love to leave Alabaster hanging, that wanton moron. But he can't. What implicates Alabaster also implicates his beloved daughters -- all four of them.

Wait wut?

>>3938916
Remember, he considers everyone with an implant one of his children. So in this case, Vivian, Whitney, Amber, and Gal.

What'll it be tonight, /fq/? I've got a backlog of Mario Maker levels to make, and finally watching Kobayashi's Maid Dragon. I really want to get /ss/'d by Lucoa!

>>3938954
Stardew Valley, grinding to endgame on a new file before the update in a couple days.

>>3938954
Playing Natdex OU on Pokemon Showdown dynamax ban when

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>[x] Try it -- link your implants together.

"Idiot! Idiot! Don't do this!" Rose is repeatedly pounding your shoulders with balled-up fists as you pull away from a hug with her and get down on your knees on the living room floor. She's the only person who's seen, from the outside, the effect that doing this has on a person; and she's worried for your well-being. Over her protests, you insist that this is the only way -- you need information.

Mom, Cerise, and Rose2 watch on with an equal measure of concern, although they're not so violent about it; Whitney massages Vivian's shoulders and doesn't seem any more confident in this scheme, either.

"We'll break the chain if it gets too intense," Dr. Carte assures you. "No matter what happens, we won't let any of you get hurt."

"How can you promise that?" Rose yells. "You don't know anything! You're all idiots!"

You array yourselves like a human sine wave: two facing every one, from either direction, in a closed circle.

Your eyes are closed. You hold each other by the arms, and you draw deep, bracing breaths. It feels like an occult ritual, honestly -- and in a way, maybe it is.

"Are you ready?" Darkbloom asks.

As if reading one another's minds, you all respond by opening your eyes, all at the same time -- and focusing.

>>3938975
Isn't that game just Harvest Moon without the cute anime girls? What does endgame entail?

>>3938980
I haven't played competitive Pokemon since the weather cancer of Gen V, how is it now? The shitshow that is the actual games notwithstanding.

>>3938981
Is it bad that the first thing I did after reading this was check the catalog for a second thread?

LETS GET TARGARYEN ON THIS

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You're falling, again. But this time you're not dropping headfirst like a diver off the North Tower. You're drifting gently down like trained skydivers forming a ring, the wind rippling vicously past you as you bellyflop through the stratosphere. It's cold, bitterly cold, and looking down you see not the warm sea of data awaiting you but a nearly featureless white plain, with only a few dark shadows created by the dunes to tell you that it's an arctic snowscape. What happens when you collide with it?

You ignore that for now. You look from face to face. They're as bewildered as you are, and they're equally trying to keep their attention away from the oncoming deadly collective thwack against the tundra. Over the roar of your own acceleration through the air, you can hear a steady thrum, a whirring hum, like the gentle whine of a processor getting overtaxed by a certain resource-hungry process. The data in its infinite multitudinous barrage is resolving into the phantom outlines of information you can use.

But you still can't sort it. Vivian blinks rapidly, like a television losing its vertical tracking. Gal vibrates. Darkbloom is trying to speak, but he can't speak at all -- his mouth, when he opens it, is a featureless void. You try to rouse Amber and get her attention, but she's flickering in and out, and whenever she flickers in, she's shrieking; and then she's blue, and then she's red, and then she's blue... you see... you see:

Cerise, at almost 8 AM, knocking you on the forehead and warning you you'll be late...

Dr. Carte sorrowfully explaining that she needed to knock you out to collect a sample of your essence... she has you strapped to a metal table in a closet at school...

Vivian Darkbloom competing with you at quiz bowl... Dr. Carte coaching you...

A foodfight... an airport shootout...

An absurd confrontation with a robotic Dalton Cantor, falling off a roof... dying?...

Waking up in North High, but it's not North High, it's an illusion of North High. You're there, and you're there again in duplicate, but far away, disembodied and unreachable. Like values outside the domain of a function, is Alex's way of putting it. You wouldn't be able to speak to your clones over there even if you tried.

>>3938998
It's here. It's fucking here.

>>3938983
Still lots of fun, although singles formats are really starting to show the strain of Gamefreak designing for doubles. Dynamax and Z-moves are both arguably broken in any meta where protect isn't on everything, although at least Dynamax seems to stand a decent chance of getting banned. You probably left right before the best gen for comp desu, megas were/are great and permaweather died a very necessary death.

>>3938981
Fear.

>>3938983
It’s pretty much just better harvest moon and by end game I just mean the main objective of the game and loads of money and the farm infrastructure to keep producing loads of money. No anime girls, that would be a franchise called Rune Factory

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But beside you, Sable is also here, and she notices you. She turns and looks at you. "Alabaster. Where... are we?"

"You tell me," you beg. "Is this -- is this the lighthouse? Is this what you were telling us about?"

"How could I know?!" She shrieks. "Where have you taken me--"

She's gone again.

You're standing now in the grand lobby of Darkbloom Analytics, reduced to flaming rubble, the enormous oil portrait of David Darkbloom lying amid it and also in flames, dozens of employees dead at your feet, klaxons wailing. It stinks of sulfur and something else, something that smells so strongly you can taste it, bitter and pungent, and sour, metallic. You see you running by. The version of you running neither sees nor acknowledges this version of you.

This is somehow a glimpse of both future and past. Or maybe something aside. An Alabaster aside yourself. The arrow of entropy is all fucked-up here, isn't it? It doesn't point decisively in one direction or another. Then, chasing you, comes a man you can put a name to although you've never met him: Alyosha Kerimov, the father of Mara Darkbloom.

Remember that name, Alabaster Soliloquy, it's probably important.

>>3938998
Is it time? At long last, are we finally back?

>>3939006
It happened. I knew it had to happen. And it happened.

>>3939006
what the fuck

>>3938998
ABORT BEFORE WE GET STUCK IN PALAU

>>3939006
WELP

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You snap out of it. Not back to the real world. Back to your rapid descent towards the snow. You're much closer to touchdown now. You can see the contours of the ridges in the ice, the way the wind has blown little dugouts and solid eddies into it. The others aren't so lucid, but still trapped in their own private hells, whatever it is they're seeing. In her sleep, Amber continues to shriek, and Vivian foams at the mouth. They're swapping places, Amber and Vivian are, instantaneously, as if teleporting back and forth. Gal gurgles, and her whole body is melting, like an ice cream cone, the droplets of her trailing behind her falling body. Darkbloom, his voidlike mouth having engulfed most of his face, seems to awaken; he makes the terrible mistake of letting go of Gal's hand to his right, to turn and grip Vivian's to his left, to shake her, and with the last of his strength try to wake her. This puts the foot on the accelerator and hurtles you all like a careening car off a cliff, towards the surface at mach speed. The moon is big and bright and full. Growing like a malignant obelisk from out of the white is a black tower -- a lighthouse -- old and in disrepair, filling your entire field of view. You scream. And microseconds before you splatter against the ground, you wake up again; for real.

>>3939017
AAAAAAAAAA

>>3939017
>filename
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khodovarikha
Not necessarily relevant, but possibly worth keeping in mind

>>3939025
>>3939017
That thing is fucking REAL? It's fucking terrifying looking.

>>3939028
Fitting for the universe's most cursed object.

>>3939017
The timing of this post is intentional.

This episode marks the beginning of the end. This is the final hurdle in our quest, and the day is now the 24th of November, 2019.

11/24

>>3939040
Motherfucker

>>3939040
I hate it!

>>3939040
Oh god.

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They pulled the ripcord just in time. Rose pushed you over, Whitney pushed Vivian over, and Cerise pushed Gal over. Now as you shiver and vomit, you see Dr. Carte shoving wads of cotton up Vivian's nostrils, to stem a massive nosebleed; and Mom embraces Amber in a bear hug to still the awful tremors wracking her body. Cerise kisses Gal again and again -- who's probably the best off out of all of you, everything considered, although she's shaking and jabbering incoherently.

Rose is holding onto you like you'll float away the second she lets up, despite the mess you've made by puking. Whitney is crying, weeping in fact, and shouting obscenities at everyone who convinced her this was a great idea.

David Darkbloom has no one to baby him, he just lies there on his back, rocking side to side, his face a mess of blood and snot. It's Kay who finally takes a measure of pity on him, going to his side, and dabbing his face with a handkerchief. As he becomes cognizant again, he thanks her. And then with Kay's assistance he weakly rises to his butt, leaning against the couch to keep himself propped up, and panting, he meets your eyes. With one hand he clutches the fabric of the seat cushion. He grimaces.

"What'd you see?" You ask him.

"Ms. Vera's theory is right. Cerise changed everything."

>>3939056
You are Cerise Soliloquy, universe manipulator and Furby surgeon

>>3939056
All she wanted was her family back ;_;

I REALLY want to know what everyone else saw

>>3939056
Why is he grimacing.

>>3939067
Probably because he's in pain like the rest of us?

>>3939067
He experienced all the times Alabaster had sex with anyone with an implant.

>>3939073
May have confused grimace with a smirk.

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3 AM, Cerise is sitting at the dining room table by herself, writing on a piece of paper under the dimmed overhead lights. Some sixth sense woke you up and brought you out here; this must be why.

You sit down across from her, cracking open a can of soda. As Cerise focuses on writing, you take a moment to snoop from afar. Cerise's handwriting -- a bizarre amalgam you can only describe as sloppy-neat -- fills the margins. You read aloud, with difficulty since it's upside-down and hard enough to decipher even when rightside-up: "I never thought I would get married, and I definitely never thought I would get married to a--"

Cerise flips the paper over so you can't spy anymore. "Fuck off."

You take a swig. "I should be the one mad at you, here. If the Catachresis family is your doing, that means Rose2 is how you see yourself, and so Amber is how you see me. In other words, your psyche rendered me as a girl. That's fucked up."

"I don't know what I did or didn't do!" Cerise insists. "Anyway, Amber is just Amber. She's not part of whatever I did-or-didn't make that night, at least according to Alex. So quit your bitching."

"Oh, gee, that's so much better. You didn't even recreate me in your ideal world!" She tosses the cap of her beer bottle at you. You laugh. "Anyway, I know you're hard on yourself, and perpetually depressed and everything, but man -- if you think of yourself as Rose2, you've gotta go into therapy or something."

Cerise peers at your, fist on cheek. "Do you think it's true? Did I fuck reality?"

"No," you say. "David Darkbloom fucked reality. Sable Guiteau fucked reality. It just happened to go through you as the conduit. It could have been anyone."

"How's Rose2?" Cerise asks.

"Shaken. But doing better. Sleeping with Mom tonight."

Cerise quirks an eyebrow.

"Chastely," you add.

"How about that little bitch who calls you Daddy?"

"Sleeping with Rose tonight."

Another quirked eyebrow.

"Definitely not chastely."

"Are you glad..." Cerise begins. "...that it worked out, like this?"

"I have to be, right?"

She shrugs. "I even fucked up my reality fuck-up. I couldn't bring Dad back, for instance... and instead of Mom being just our Mom, she's some other family's Mom, too... it's all screwed up."

>>3939106
>...your psyche rendered me as a girl. That's fucked up.
I have a mighty need.

>>3939106
>>3939116
>Definitely not chastely.
Same.

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"Excited for the wedding?" You ask, by way of changing subjects.

"God no."

So tsuntsun.

"I still don't know what I'm gonna say... and who's gonna be my maid of honor? There's too much to plan for, and not enough time."

"Dr. Carte, right?" You say. "Isn't she your maid of honor?"

"No," Cerise says. "She's Gal's."

"Oh. Well, how about Whitney?"

"She can't be."

"Why not?"

Cerise cocks her head. "You... don't know?"

You squint suspiciously. "No. Know what?"

She laughs. "You'll see, I guess. In any case no, Whitney can't be my maid of honor."

"How about your trusty sidekick, Besuto?"

She laughs. "I'd love to, but Gal wants him for a bridesmaid. She's a complete freak. Weirds me out."

You frown at her.

"What?" She says, as if she genuinely doesn't see the hypocrisy.

You move on. "Rose?"

Cerise rubs her elbow. "Um... well, maybe -- but..." she's definitely trying to be diplomatic in saying no.

"Why not?" You sputter. "You don't want Rose to be your maid of honor? What's wrong with picking her, huh?"

"I just--" she begins, then seeing the anger in your eyes, she slaps the table and says: "God, don't get so fucking pissy just because I don't want your cuntass wife standing right beside me at my wedding! It's my wedding, Alabaster, not yours!"

"Fine," you grouse. "Well, I don't know who else you've got to work with then. Ask Noelle or someone."

"Helpful as always," Cerise says. "I don't know why I even try to talk about my problems with you."

[ ] "Well -- there is one more option..."
[ ] Keep your trap shut.

>>3939137
>>[x] "Well -- there is one more option..."
M I G H T Y

>>3939137
>[x] "Well -- there is one more option..."

>>3939137
>[x] Keep your trap shut.

>>3939137
[x] "Well -- there is one more option..."

>>3939137
>"You... don't know?"
I can only assume this means that Whitney is the best man and is once again organizing the bachelor party. How exciting.

>[x] "Well -- there is one more option..."

Oh my god this had better be leading towards what I think it is.

Wait, was Cerise the cause of our sewer bomb fuckery at the end of season 2?

>>3939137
>[X] Smatters

>>3939137
>[X] Keep your trap shut.
I'm not against the alternative, but I like the idea of free reign, here.

>>3939150
Cerise is the reason the bombs didn't explode and kill us and everyone else still inside DA. The entire reason she begged Gal to install Penelope into her was to discern the PGP code necessary to disable Camelia's dead man's switch.

>>3939137
>[ ] "Well -- there is one more option..."

>>3939137
>[ ] "Well -- there is one more option..."

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>[x] "Well -- there is one more option..."

You suggest it sarcastically, but Cerise takes it seriously, and it makes her so happy that it would break your heart to tell her you didn't mean it. Somehow you've talked yourself into the stupidest decision of your life.

Cerise is smiling, though, and hugging you over and over again, and telling you that now she actually is excited for her wedding.

You aren't.

---

It's been a crazy night -- a crazy past couple of nights. Lots of girls are in need of some healing.

[ ] Mom and Rose2.
[ ] Cerise and Gal.
[ ] Amber and Rose.
[ ] Charlotte.
[ ] Vivian.

>>3939164
>Cerise is smiling, though, and hugging you over and over again, and telling you that now she actually is excited for her wedding.
D'awww

>[x] Charlotte.

>>3939164
>[ ] Charlotte.
Hardest vote of the night.

>>3939164
Random number generator go!
>3
>[x] Amber and Rose.

>>3939164
>[x] Vivian
I'm voting with my heart, although I don't expect to win.

>>3939164
>[X] Charlotte.
She needs more healing than most right now.

>>3939164
>[x] Charlotte.

>>3939164
Of all of them, this is my absolute favorite Touka image.


>[x] Amber and Rose.

>>3939164
Cerise and Gal

>>3939164
Moms are in my mind, but which one though?

>[x] Charlotte.
Next time oyakodon bingo, next time.

>>3939164
>[ ] Mom and Rose2.
Guys... I have to

>[x] Charlotte.

Got it. Let's go see our rental mommy.

Do you want to have a hand, or go in solo?

>>3939186
Solo.

>>3939186
Rose: Origin

I will never turn down this kind of oyakodon.

>>3939186
Can we get Rose in here too for some family healing?

>>3939188
Invite Cerise

>>3939186
Solo.

>>3939186
Rose. They both need it in these trying times.

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>>3939186
>[x] Have a hand

There's quite a few girls who haven't had a scene with Charlotte yet. I'll vote
>[x] Whitney

>>3939186
But Rose is sleeping with Amber! We wouldn't rob her of that comfort would we?

>[x] Both.

>>3939186
>Noelle
I'm sure they have a couple things to work out.
But I'll be fine with anything.

>>3939164
Alabaster's the maid of honor, isn't he?

>>3939186
>[X] Whitney

>>3939198
>>3939195

I retract this vote in favor of Chart-Anon's knowledge and truth.

>[x] Whitney

>>3939191
Retracting my losing vote for Whitney.

>>3939186
>alone

>>3939186
Solo. She needs some one-on-one

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I've already begun, but I'll cut the voting off here; please wait warmly.

>>3939186
>[X] Rose
The chicken or the egg, who cums first?

>>3939238
We already answered this question! They came at the same time!

>Whitney votes outta nowhere
I sometimes think that everybody's first love-pile should be with Ally and Whitney...
>>3939243
Not according to Vivian!

>>3939238
>>3939243
>>3939254
If you wanna get technical, the cock what's gotta come first for makin' the egg and all.

>>3939254
Follower of the commandments of Whitney I see

>>3939259
I am not sure you know how chickens work.

Wait hang on did we just have Alabaster go trap mode.

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>>3939290
Can't get anything past you.

>>3939290
Most likely, yes

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>>3939292
>>3939295
My body is ready, I have acquired more power, I feel like a purple Pikmin, and I am now motivated.

>>3939303
Calm down, Reggie.

Going back through the old episodes at the moment

Vivian in Episode 2
>"If you think that lesbian can protect you, you are wrong. This is not the end of our relationship. I am going to hunt you down, Alabaster. I am going to break you like a wild horse. I am going to burn you to embers. I am going to bend you over and make you my bitch."

Vivian in Interlewd 7
>"As you can see, if this pattern of inequity continues, then the annualized semen shortfall projected for fiscal year 2020, assuming a generous interest rate of 13.5% compounded monthly, will be a staggering 2.41 liters."

How far she's come.

>>3939336
Isn't she great?

>>3939263
All I know is that Whitney always seems to be more enthusiastic about Alabaster having a bunch of girls to play with compared to Ally himself.

>>3939393
>them digits
Let us bang them all this night and make her proud

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>>3939402
FUCK THE PAIN AWAY
FUCK THE PAIN AWAY

>>3939402
Now that's what I call a happy ending

>>3939402
ENFORCE THE RULES, WHITNEY.

>>3939410
Okay, Death Grips

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>>3939402

>>3939402
Meanwhile, Renee's mommy rivalry senses are spiking.

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>>3939402
The good shit

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What did you see, Amber?

You saw the entire history of you.

It's all true: you're Camelia. You're the terrorist who revealed David Darkbloom's crimes to the world and murdered him for everyone to see. He got what he deserved. You'd do it all again.

What else did you see?

Something you haven't revealed to the others yet: that the reason Cerise's little reality-rewriting traipse with Sand Reckoner got so fucked up, is because of you. You interfered with it. Her desire, to have her family back; and yours, to have a normal life - - melded. Like that poor motherfucker in the movie The Fly, they became grafted one to the other, and made this weird amalgamated mess, the Catachresis family.

You feel really guilty.

Was this part of the plan? You can't see that clearly into the heart of your past self, even aided by that implant of yours, which in theory you shared with that version of you. But you suspect that something has gone off the rails. Even the best laid plans always go awry. Now you're really cast adrift, you all are, in a reality that seems to come more and more untethered by the day.

Well, you always wanted revolution. The big one's coming.

It's made you weirdly horny, too. After a long session with Daddy and Mommy (can you call her that? She doesn't object to it anymore) -- you're sapped. They were in a fighting spirit when Daddy came back stinking like Charlotte, and they wound up taking it out on you. But even despite that somewhat painful session, you sneak out of bed, down the hall, and to Cerise's room.

You knock on the door, softly. The girl who answers is the one you wanted: Galatea.

"What did you see?" You ask her, whispering.

"you"

"Me? Or -- me? Which me, I mean."

"just you," Gal says.

You twirl an index finger in your hair. "Not blue Camelia?"

"you were red... i missed you, camelia... or -- do you still want to be amber"

You hold her face. She's about as tall as you, although she's so mousy that it doesn't seem like it. "Call me anything. I missed you, too. I remember enough to know that I really mean it, now... will you kiss me?"

She kisses you. And then she drags you into the room with her.

>>3939448
o fuck

>>3939448
i am fully prepared to get nothing after this.

>>3939448
Precious gays

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I think I'll retire for now. Wedding bells, at last, Sunday night -- for everyone's favorite gal pals. And maybe a few pleasant surprises on top of it.

>>3939452
What do you want, IatM? Maybe I can make it happen.

>>3939461
Good work tonight, OP-sama. See you soon!

>>3939461
>What do you want, IatM? Maybe I can make it happen.
I don't even know anymore! The circumstances surrounding this scenario are far removed from anything I could have possibly imagined. This is a different sort of debauchery than what I had in mind.

The time is 4:21 AM.

I was trying to think what that trippy Sand Reckoner sequence reminded me of. Now I know.

Alabaster got incepted. Discuss.

Strange that Alex's implant seems to only detect when an entire person was conjured up and not smaller modifications like how Amber slightly de-aged and re-virgined herself (and there would probably be some detectable residue from her old-new-eye too). Though I guess he could have noticed and commented on it off screen or not at all.

>>3939597
We should ask him directly about that.

>>3939597
I think there's more to Red Camelia/Blue Camelia than whatever's going on with Mom and Rose2. I have a vague feeling that Blue Camelia might be the final boss in this story.

>>3938780
>>3938789
>Finn is an Irish name meaning "fair" or "white"

Oh no. Oh nooo.

>>3939864
Finn's gonna grow up into a harem protag someday

>>3938780
>>3938789

God I love seeing Dadbloom

>>3939864
>>3939903
Fuck Quest Alternative, the tale of a boy who must defeat the charismatic bodysnatcher masquerading as his father while upholding his childhood friend's joycon honor.

>>3940187
But we all know Hazel's going to be the main character. She's already seen her "father" spring into action at the behest of that strange redheaded woman in the eyepatch, after all.

>>3940187
>>3940199
Obviously it'll be a split POV like this season.

With the added bonus of switching POVs during an incest scene?

>>3939461
>And maybe a few pleasant surprises on top of it.
I could use some pleasant surprises after the mindfuck.
>>3939736
I don't know if I would go that far, but I imagine she will pop up again as a stumbling block. At least Camelia's actions around Sand Reckoner are making a little more sense.

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>>3940541
o fuk

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>>3940541
Fun side note.

While writing this scene, I had a brain fart and couldn't remember the brand name of Hitachi wands, so I googled "japanese magic wand." This is what popped up!

>>3940547
How deep does this go, OP? What have you unleashed?

>>3940541
>"no"
Perfect. Gal is killing it this season.

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Coming in to work on Monday is a weird experience. The FBI security checkpoint in the front lobby has been there ever since Whitney took over as CEO; but no longer. Now, for the first time since David Darkbloom's death, you get to step past the badge swipe and the turnstiles without going through the song-and-dance of re-verifying your identity to feds in blue windbreakers on the other side.

You glance heavenward and silently tell Saul thanks.

Down in the R&D dungeon, Alex begins to reconstruct Diogenes in earnest. He and Dr. Carte make a good duo. As they clack away at their computer stations, you gaze at a whiteboard full of Alex's doodles and notes, and ask: "What is the actual difference, anyway -- between Sand Reckoner and Diogenes?"

Alex leans his upper half around his monitor. Although even as he looks at you and speaks to you, he doesn't stop typing. "Sand Reckoner can give you information at a glance, but it's only as good as the data it receives. GIGO: garbage in, garbage out. It's like being trapped inside the Chinese Room -- if you have a bad dictionary, you'd never know that you're mistranslating the characters slid under the jamb."

"...What?" You say.

Alex keeps going. "Diogenes mediates what you discern... it filters out the garbage. It tells you what's original, and what isn't."

"Isn't that Tiresias?" You ask.

"Hmm-- no. More powerful. Tiresias just makes Sand Reckoner blind to me. As a side effect, it can show me where Sand Reckoner has been used... but it won't tell me anything more than that. We still don't know the truth of the Catachresises, do we? Only a vague outline."

"It won't... erase them or anything crazy like that, will it?" You ask.

Alex is silent for a turn. He stops typing. "We don't want to erase them," he says.

"Of course not."

"So -- we won't."

That isn't good enough. You press him: "But could it?"

Alex sighs. "In theory, Diogenes can counteract anything Sand Reckoner has wrought. In theory. A basic example: if the Sand Reckoner platform is used to construct a deep fake, Diogenes can be used to remove the video's fictive elements. It can reverse anything assembled by Sand Reckoner."

"What if the wrong person gets their hands on it?" You say.

"The wrong people already have," Alex responds. "And they will again... if we don't get to it first."

"Ever play King of the Hill, Alabaster?" Dr. Carte asks.

>>3940602
Hoo boy.

>>3940602
Son of a fuck

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You had intended to find Rose2 in the rec area, the place she usually haunts (seeing as she does nothing useful at this company) -- to check on her and see how she's doing. But on your way past a certain room, you get a certain psychic tingle at the back of your skull, and stop, and peek in. It's the creepy blacklit room of tanning booths, just across from the sauna. Inside, sequestered in one of the windowed sarcophagi, skin lit blue by UV lamps, lies Qiangxiang, wearing a bikini, and sunglasses, on her back, arms at her side, like she's lounging on a towel at a beach in Palau.

You rudely press the emergency release on the outside of the tanning bed. The UV lights cut out and the lid pops open. You lean over the opening. Qiangxiang has no reaction, positive or negative; does not even raise her sunglasses, although you can tell she's looking at you from behind them.

"How tan is too tan?" She asks.

"There's no upper limit."

"Oh? So you would have me charred as black as an Outback Aboriginal?"

"Why not? I've never had sex with a black girl before."

She rises to her butt, and takes her glasses off. "But I would surely develop melanoma."

"That sounds like a you problem - not a me problem."

"A man so consumed by his lusty whims that he would inflict terminal cancer on a woman just for a single night's exotic experience..." The content of what she says is recriminating, but how she says it is dreamy. "Have you come to me for some specific purpose, Alabaster, or are you just making sure that I continue to braise myself to your liking?"

[ ] "Do you know a man named Alyosha Kerimov?"
[ ] Don't ask her for help.

>>3940617
>[x] "Do you know a man named Alyosha Kerimov?"

>>3940617
Fuck it. We need the help we can get.

>[x] "Do you know a man named Alyosha Kerimov?"

>>3940617
>[x] "Do you know a man named Alyosha Kerimov?"
Might as well

>>3940617
>[X] "Do you know a man named Alyosha Kerimov?"
Fuck it, let's poke the bear.

>>3940617
>[ ] "Do you know a man named Alyosha Kerimov?"
The connection might be through her uncle, I reckon.

>>3940626
He was an envoy to the Soviets back in the day. If there's a connection, that's exactly what it is.

>>3940617
>[ ] "Do you know a man named Alyosha Kerimov?"
In for a penny.
>she's still tanning
Hot, was lamenting that this might have gotten discarded.

>>3940617
>[ ] "Do you know a man named Alyosha Kerimov?"

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"Do you know a man named Alyosha Kerimov?"

"My late uncle knew him quite well," Qiangxiang says. "Please do not bring up such matters... I am still in mourning..." The wicked smile she wears says otherwise.

"Speaking of that -- who is CEO at Broad Dynamics now that you've gone and murdered the previous one?"

"Another uncle of mine. Uncles, in well-to-do Chinese families, are like cockroaches, Alabaster. Where there is one there are hundreds. You can never be rid of them."

You nod. "How did Li Xi know Alyosha Kerimov?"

Qiangxiang climbs out of the tanning bed and takes a squirt-bottle of lotion, and begins to lather it over her sweat-pearled body. The oily smell of it fills your nostrils. She purposely accentuates her tanned curves as she rubs the lotion in. "They were young diplomats in the tumultuous years of the Beijing Spring. Uncle traveled extensively to Moscow to learn from Mr. Kerimov how best to terrorize and starve people."

You arch an eyebrow.

"A political joke," she says. "Well, anyway: they worked together on the lighthouse."

>>3940654
Well fuck.

>>3940654
Well shit.

That's a cute Kag

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Your heart skips a beat. "You... know about the lighthouse?"

"No more than you do. And Uncle no more than me -- may he rest in peace." She spits on the carpeted ground, and rubs it in with the ball of her bare foot. "I think I have mistranslated my words. They were not involved in constructing the lighthouse. They wanted to rediscover its location. But Li Xi, now, is dead -- very, very dead; and Alyosha Kerimov preceded him by nearly two decades."

"...Alyosha Kerimov is dead?" You say.

"Yes. He died in 2002. And his last known protege, a woman of the name Anastasia Lebedev -- you know her -- you snuffed her from existence some weeks ago. His only child, Mrs. Mara Darkbloom: also dead. Congratulations! His other, more distant relatives -- too involved in the vagaries of post-collapse Russian organized crime to involve themselves too deeply in matters of geopolitical intrigue. The Kerimov clan has become degenerate, like so much of Russia today: they would rather launder money, traffic sex slaves and sling heroin than chase the phantoms of Sand Reckoner. Short-sighted animals they are."

"Then who are the Russians who keep trying to fucking murder us?" You demand.

"I wouldn't know. That's why I tried to keep one of them alive, to interrogate, until Camelia's strange little boyfriend ruined everything."

"He is not her boyfriend, for the last time--"

"--but for some reason you have come to suspect the Kerimovs are behind it. Or rather their long-dead patriarch. Why?" Qiangxiang begins to put on her working clothes again, right over her bikini; the idea of her wearing a swimsuit underneath her blouse and skirt is weirdly erotic. "Don't tell me why, I already know. You've violated the law."

Are your goods now forfeit?

Of course, Qiangxiang wouldn't get it. You stay mum. She continues: "You used your implant, in flagrant contradiction of US law, to divine some new information. Now you want my help in tracking down the whereabouts of a man who isn't quite dead after all."

"It's your neck on the line, too," you say. "He's targeting you as much as us."

"He is. And I thank you for coming to me for help. It is a token of trust; and what's more, a milestone in our relationship."

"We have no relationship," you tell her.

"Yes we do," Qiangxiang says. She kisses you. Despite yourself, you kiss her back. Her breath tastes so strongly of mint that it's actually unpleasant. But she leaves the kiss with a warm, sincere smile. "I will set to work at once, and see what I can learn."

>>3940659
>"...Alyosha Kerimov is dead?" You say.

What the fuck does being dead mean anymore, post Sand Reckoner?

>>3940659
>his last known protege, a woman of the name Anastasia Lebedev -- you know her -- you snuffed her from existence some weeks ago. His only child, Mrs. Mara Darkbloom: also dead. Congratulations!

We did it, /fq/!

>>3940659
>she's been vigorously brushing her teeth to get the taste of Western food out

That's both hilarious and sad.

>>3940663
I think it's cause she scarfs mints.

>>3940663
I think the implication here is that she's still popping mints like percocet to get the taste of dead uncle dick out of her mouth.

>>3940659
I get a real complicated feeling whenever you put Ally and Qiangxiang in the same scene, OP.

This information though. Maybe Alyosha (or his consciousness) is in some sort of SR limbo? Which give me a sliver of hope that perhaps Sable's in one too, since she momentarily showed up in the SR sequence.

>>3940659
Low key best girl.

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>>3940659
>"...Alyosha Kerimov is dead?" You say.
>"Yes. He died in 2002"
This isn't funny.

>>3940689
The same year that Camelia and Catachresis were installed into Alabaster and Amber. I'm sure this isn't a coincidence. I'm also sure that he's not quite dead anymore.

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Rose2 is at the Morning Anime Club, as expected, sharing pocky with gangly Trenton McHalitosis (who never did recover from his ass-whooping at the tennis tournament) and Hamberly Manlove, who you've heard through the grapevine writes lots of AlabasterxDalton slash fiction -- a fact that makes you want to puke for multiple, complexly intersecting, reasons. The others in the ad-hoc club are hanging around in nearby seats too. Several seasons later, they're getting around to watching Darling in the Franxx. Well, at least they're finally watching something good, right? You were tired of being the only person around here with good taste in anime.

You hang around at the rear of the theater and just watch her. She doesn't know you're here. And she doesn't know this, either, but she's this group's leader, such as it is: they listen to her edicts and gravitate towards her tastes. She's slowly steering them in a positive direction, even. For instance, the MAC no longer watches their anime dubbed. By Rose2's decree, every show they watch must be subbed. Rose2 notoriously despises English voice acting in anime and will throw a temper tantrum if subjected to it. Her "YAAAAAA! YAMATE!!" can be heard on the tenth floor whenever someone tries to smuggle a dub into the rotation.

Some pidgin Japanese from a different source, now. "Subarashii!" Kimberly says as she bites into the wafer of proferred pocky -- and then laughing, pulls an exaggerated, greasy ahegao with dual peace signs. Rose2 giggles at the clown act; Trenton giggles harder, and higher. The other guys in the peanut gallery also encourage this degeneracy. Rose2 loops her scarf around her neck a little tighter and gnaws her own pocky, telling Kimberly sagely that she needs to start working in lewd catchphrases if she's going to make faces like that.

"Like what?" Kimberly wants to know.

"Like..." Rose2 replies, and puts a finger to her chin, thinking. Then, snapping, she comes out with: "You're impregnating me while I'm taking a duuuuump! ... I'm not sure what's going on, but my asshole is in danger! ... like that."

They giggle some more. You'd be a little disturbed at her speaking so lewdly with a room 90% composed of men, but you feel zero threat -- despite the Sahara-level thirst in here. And that's borne out by the fact that, when Trenton sees you back here watching from afar, he startles, and scoots a little bit further away from Rose2. So she finally notices you now, herself, and waves. "Ally! You never come here these days. Nice to see ya!"

Try as she might to maintain her same effusive personality, you can sense that it's a put-on. She's going through the motions, but she's rattled. Scared.

[ ] Heal her with tenderness.
[ ] Heal her with bullying.

>>3940694
>[x] Heal her with tenderness.

>>3940694
>[x] Heal her with tenderness.

>>3940694
>[ ] Heal her with tenderness.
Probably the only chance we'll get.

>>3940694
Tenderness

>>3940694
>[ ] Heal her with tenderness.

>>3940694
>You're impregnating me while I'm taking a duuuuump!
I sure hope this isn't coming from experience

>[x] Heal her with tenderness.

>>3940694
>[X] Heal her with tenderness.

>>3940694
>[x] Heal her with tenderness.

>>3940694
>[ ] Heal her with bullying.
Rose2 doesn't even real.

[X] Bully her with tenderness

>>3940694
>[x] Heal her with bullying.

She’s not a real person, she has no rights

>>3940694
>[x] Heal her with tenderness.

Please wait warmly.

>>3940716
Oh boy oh boy.

>>3940694
>[ ] Heal her with tenderness.
Based

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>[x] Heal her with tenderness.

"I'm taking you out of here," you say.

Her smile drops. "Huh? But Ally, we were just getting to--"

You grab her wrist, haul her upright, and drag her out. Her orbiters impotently watch her depart, as waving, she tells them: "S-sorry -- my boyfriend is such a jerk! -- I'll be back tomorrow, I guess!"

Into spacious area outside the theater now, where there are rings of space-age canvas chairs, and neon ottomans, and HDTV setups with attached video game consoles, and ping-pong tables, and foosball tables, and a rock climbing wall at one end, and all the other Silicon Valley employee-perk bullshit -- all of it lit naturally via the enormous curved glass walls -- you drag Rose2 past it all. "Geez, Ally, you're so rough!"

"Why do you hang out with those idiots?" You ask as you tote her like a sack of turnips.

"I dunno -- they're not too bad -- I--" She's still struggling to keep up with your brisk pace and brusque demeanor. "You're gonna bruise my hand!" She cries. "Geez! You're my big bro now, that means you can't bully me anymore!"

"Actually," you say, "that means I'm supposed to make bullying you my full-time job."

You pull her through a semicircle, depositing her past the threshold of a nearby room, and close the door behind you as you follow her in.

This is one of a set of small rooms on campus labeled "Rest and Relaxation." It's a cozy little space, with nothing but a twin bed, plus bedside table with lamp. There's barely enough floorspace for two people to stand facing one another -- as you do now. The intended use of this place is to take a nap during the workday, should you need it. You lock the door; Rose2 gulps.

"Y-you dragged me away from the MAC just to have sex with me?" She says.

"What?" You say. "No. I -- god, every time I end up in a bedroom with one of you guys, it's instantly with this 'ohhhh no, you obviously want to have sex' shit! Can't I just want to have a normal, private conversation with someone?"

Rose2 frowns. "But... you do want to have sex."

You take her by the shoulders and steer her to sitting position on the tiny bed. You sit beside her. "Are you doing okay?" You ask. "With the whole not being real thing. I need to know how you're feeling."

"How I'm feeling."

"Yeah," you say.

"How I'm feeling?"

You nod, frustrated. And that does it:

"Hidoi yo!" Rose2 shouts, punching the comforter. "It's bad! Real bad! A-durr. What the heck else is there to say about it? But... what am I supposed to do, huh? Curl up and die? Give up? What do you want me to say?" She's working herself up into a lather, her frayed mental state coming to the fore.

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"Alex is wrong," you tell her. "You're real."

Her eyes go dewy. She's uncertain: "Am I, though?"

You lean in, and kiss her softly. She melts in your hands like snow and kisses you back even as she begins to cry. She tastes, as always, like candy. Smells like candy, too. And even looks like candy. Your candy girl: Rose2.

"Was that real?" You ask as you pull back.

"I don't know..." she sniffles. "I couldn't tell. Do it again."

You do it again.

"This is wrong, isn't it?" Rose2 says. "We're brother and sister."

"Rose... you've watched me fuck Cerise SO many times. I like doing it with my sisters. Being my sister just makes you more attractive to me."

Rose2 blinks rapidly, and blushes. You think it's because of your crass endorsement of brother-sister incest. But it's this: "You-- you called me Rose."

"I did? ... I did."

She leans against you, clutching your collar in her little fists, and takes a deep breath. "Ally. You have no idea how much I love you, do you? I don't want to hurt you. The very last thing I want is to hurt you. And the only reason I'm all scared inside isn't because I'm scared for myself, but because I keep thinking that if what everyone's saying is true, then somehow -- somehow this stuff that's been going on is all my fault. Mr. Mallory dying, and Alex getting kidnapped, and what happened on the freeway that night, and everyone being in danger... do you blame me for it? Do you want me to go away? I'm so sorry... I'm sorry, Ally... if it's my fault then I'm sorry... and -- if I go away, maybe that'll fix it, right?"

She's talking herself into a panic attack. What started as gentle tears is full-blown sobbing.

"You can't go away," you say. You tug her back from your chest, force her to let go of your shirt. You peer into her eyes. "You're my little sister."

"Do you believe that?" She asks, grimacing with grief. "Do you really, really, with your whole entire kokoro, believe it?"

"I believe it," you tell her. You pet her soothingly, and put a hand on her knees. "But do you think you can manage it? That's a pretty big job, being a little sister."

She's calming down again. She thinks for a very long time, and as her tears dry up, a smile shines through. "I can do that," she finally says. "Of course I can. No problem. Easy-peasy, squeezy... lemon." She blinks a couple times, confused at her own mistaken phrasing. "Um. Anyway. I can do that... if that's what you want. I can be the best imouto in the world."

"Arigato," you tell her. "Let's go get fed." You stand, as if to make for the door, but she stays you by grabbing your wrist. "Hmm?" You say, turning back.

She scoots her plump little butt backwards, and gets her back propped up against the wall. Spreading her legs in the tempting way she's learned to spread them, she says: "Ally... being an onii-chan is a pretty big job too, isn't it? You dragged me all this way. Aren't you gonna fuck your little sister?"

(Please wait warmlier)

>>3940771
Ooooof.

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>>3940771
This sex better be tender and wholesome.

>>3940771
>She blinks a couple times, confused at her own mistaken phrasing
It's happening. The simulation's breaking down.

>>3940823
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ITF4HoRZRY

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https://pastebin.com/LBwMEVqp

>>3940773
ALL ROUGH

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>>3940830
>>3940829
I don't know what I expected

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>>3940829

>>3940829
Cute!

How many girls have we actually attempted to impregnate, now?

>>3940840
I don't know, Ally doesn't know, the Anons doesn't know, and we never want to know.

>>3940829
Ganbarimasu.

>>3940841
>and we never want to know.
Speak for yourself

I do wonder what the implications of impregnating a deep fake are, though.

>>3940841
>we never want to know
Speak for yourself.

>>3940843
What would a cross breed between a fake and a 'non-fake' even be in the first place?

>>3940848
Camelia

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The night before the wedding, you're roused from a dreamy sleep by roaring laughter down in the dining room. You go and check it out.

It's not like the perverted bachelorette party Rose2 got, but it suits Gal and Cerise. The couple sit at the table with Renee -- they're all racing to see who can finish a six-pack of beers the fastest. Samantha Smatters is the referee.

"Drinkdrinkdrinkdrinkdrink!" She chatters, pumping her fists. She is, as always, butt-ass naked. You resist the urge to go over and squeeze her cottontail. Daddy's bad habits are corrupting you.

Poor Gal is getting left in the dust, having barely imbibed her way through the first bottle-and-a-half. The seasoned alcoholics on either side of her are the real competitors. Eyeing each other viciously down the bridges of their noses, they pour the beers down their throats as fast as gravity allows, glug-glug, glug-glug.

Cerise, finishing just milliseconds faster, slams the final bottle down on the table with a triumphant belch and proclaims: "Take that, you busted old bitch!"

Renee, also belching, drops her bottle from her lips with a defeated "pwah" and struggles to catch her breath. "No... way..." she heaves.

"The winner by unanimous decision!" Smatters cries, taking Cerise's hand and holding it high aloft. Man, that bunnygirl has got a nice rack...

Gal stops drinking, too, since the contest is over. But her wife isn't going to let her off so easy. "Keep going," she says.

"but"

"No buts. Keep going." Cerise tips the bottle in Gal's hand back towards Gal's lips, forcing her to drink.

It's Smatters who actually first notices you lurking around. "Amber!" She says. "Come here and join us okay!"

Renee giggles drunkenly as you step fully into the room. "Someone wants a repeat of the last bachelorette party, huh?"

You sit down across from her, shrugging. "Are you offering?" You ask.

"For you and your illegal little pussy? Always." She's a lot more brash and bold when she's got some liquor in her.

>>3940873
oh fuck oh god, oh man oh jeez

>>3940873
I like where this is going

>>3940873
Oh geez oh gosh oh golly gee willikers

>>3940873
>Someone wants a repeat of the last bachelorette party, huh?
Neat.

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Gal, who looks completely miserable, watches you from behind her bottle as she continues to drink. Renee finally snatches the bottle from her. "This is spousal abuse, Cerise. Quit abusing your wife."

"But it's so fun," Cerise slurs.

"thank you..." Gal murmurs to Renee. She burps, too. "excuse me"

"Uh huh," Renee says. "Now -- you were going to show me what this vaping nonsense is all about, weren't you?"

That's all it takes to replace Gal's intoxicated misery with a broad grin. "what flavor do you want to try"

"What flavor do you recommend?" Renee asks.

Cerise rolls her eyes. "Why do you encourage her? This is the most obnoxious shit."

"cerise is upset because she has the lungs of a baby" Gal says.

You laugh. Cerise shoves you. "Who invited you? Go away."

"she can't keep up," Gal tells you. "it's very sad"

Renee nods. "Well unlike Cerise, I can keep up. So -- what flavor is the best?"

"i like banana -- but you might like sour apple, i think"

"Smoking is not supposed to taste like candy," Cerise says. "Fuck."

Renee shushes her. "What do you know about smoking, baby-lung?"

"More than you know about drinking, apparently!" She fires back.

"I let you win," Renee says, dead serious, examining her fingernails.

"What!" Cerise howls. "You-- that's the stupidest fucking--"

"I let you win. Sorry, baby-lung, that's just the truth. I would have won if I had really tried."

"I won!" Cerise insists. She motions at the referee: "Smatters said so!"

"Y-yes!" Smatters squeaks. "It was a ruling b-by unanimous decision!"

Renee leans across the tabletop, leering at Cerise. "You might have taken the win, but you'll never be able to convince me that the win was legitimate. So you don't really get to enjoy beating me, do you?"

Cerise huffs, aghast, and angry. She can't think of anything to even say to that.

"Hurts, don't it?" Renee laughs. "Hahaha."

"Holy shit," you breathe. "Remind me never to play a game with you."

"She is a very scary woman," Smatters says sadly.

She should know; Renee's been lewdly groping her the entire time.

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>>3940880
>Renee leans across the tabletop, leering at Cerise. "You might have taken the win, but you'll never be able to convince me that the win was legitimate. So you don't really get to enjoy beating me, do you?"


Holy fuck, Renee.

>>3940880
>She should know; Renee's been lewdly groping her the entire time.
Pff, nice

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Wanna do the wedding right. So although I promised it for tonight, please understand pushing it back a bit. Join me Tuesday at 11 PM EST / 8 PM PST for the conclusion.

I'm assuming there's probably gonna be interest for the lewd scenario I've just set up as a prelude too. I'll see what I can do.

>>3940888
>I'm assuming there's probably gonna be interest for the lewd scenario I've just set up as a prelude too.
yyyep

Sleep well, OP! Looking forward to the big gays being big gays.

>>3940888
But what will I do with all these peanut butter cookies I just baked?

Thanks for the run, OP-sama~. See ya soon!

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lol

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>>3940915
Actually holy shit, I posted that before I saw that this was one of the replies

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>>3940917
>>3940915
One of my favorite moments in the reboot was revealing that Vivian's mother is alive and her avatar is Ragyo. When I was planning for s2 and I hit on the idea of having Vivian's mother around, I somehow immediately thought to make her an even worse parent than David. Using Ragyo as her avatar prompts the reader to expect nothing good of her, and so the panic of that reveal was a fun moment. Vivian had a hard life.

Mara's storyline retroactively puts a lot of s1 in a different light, too. In case it wasn't obvious, David is definitely responsible for the crash that kills Vivian and Mara in s1 as well. It goes a ways towards explaining why he's so cucoo bananas in that timeline.

>>3940922
>>3940917
The amount of panic we felt just from seeing her avatar and realizing the direction the ride was taking was great.

>>3940880
How does Gal keep yo-yoing between high-mid-tier, and the ass end of the harem? It's astounding.

Looking forward to Tuesday OP.

>>3940665
I really hope that at some point Alabaster makes her sick his dick.

>>3940922
Would have liked more Mara desu OP. Her crazy moments always felt more natural and earned than Chloe's.

>>3939137
>Cerise cocks her head. "You... don't know?"
I missed this the first time, but my excitement is building. I hope this is what I think it is.

>>3941253
I mean, we could have let her live. But I don't even want to imagine the implications of that.

Jesus tapdancing christ how long has this quest been “ending” for

>>3941511
It's the name of the final season, Anonymous-dono! So only about three months or so, but if you wanna be really technical, just over five years!

>>3941407
No, we couldn't have. I just meant I'd have liked to see her more in the story but really, at that point in time, there was no reason whatsoever anyone would want or be willing to let her live.

>>3940617
>I've never had sex with a black girl before."
I HAVE A MIGHTY NEED

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Waiting warmly

>>3942104
The realization just hit me. The real travesty of S3 is that now Whitney will never have the opportunity to observe the rape of Nan King as reenacted by Chloe and Makoto.

>>3942213
S-stop...

>>3942220
Or even just Chloe and Makoto in general. A hyper nationalist, rape-powered Japanese idol throwing down with a cold-blooded, Chinese wunderkind.
Makoto going out like she did was amazing, but I'll always have to wonder.

>>3942213
Please don't dishonor Nan King's memory like this. What Hitler did to her was awful. ;_;

>>3942289
At least we still have her diarys which shed the harsh truth on the world.

>>3942236
>Makoto going out like she did was amazing
It was the most abrupt and anticlimactic death ever

Guys
Guys
I'm so excited
Guys.
I'm so fucking excited.

>>3942844
Gal dies

>>3942879
pls no