THE END IS NIGH

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>>4113425
FIRST FOR THE REALLY REAL FOR REAL ENDING.
FIRST FOR VIVIAN.

>>4113425
I can't believe Fuck Quest is ending for the final time

AAAAAAA

>>4113425
And we're back

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Let's take it easy and enjoy ourselves, everyone. This thread won't end this weekend, but I do intend for it to be the final FQ thread for the foreseeable future.

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>>4113439
The best vibes.

Imagine almost forgetting that fuck quest was happening for the last-ish time

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Your quest for quiz bowl greatness hits some snags, like all the best plans always do.

The problem is: not all of this has happened before. You know the basic contours of history but it varies in the details. That's why, although you're at the same national tournament you rollicked through in the previous universe, you don't have a guaranteed path to victory in this one. You and Rose recognize some of the questions, yes, but the vast majority are different. You can't rely on past experience to see you through. You have to use good old-fashioned quiz nerdery instead.

So as the second and far more grueling day of matches marches onward, the competition becomes stiffer. You have a particularly close scrape with a school from Montana at the end of the pools stage, emerging victorious 5,520-4,590. For any other team, a win by nearly 1k points would be seen as a drubbing. For the Mindbreakers, who have made a habit of shutting the opposition out entirely, it's a bit close for comfort.

Some of the fault lies on you. There's the special present you gave to Vivian to wear today, for example -- let's call it an undergarment served extra creamy -- that left her less focused on answering questions and more focused on vacantly squeezing her thighs together and drooling, looking a bit like the mindbroken mind of your team's logo.

Then there's the special game you played with Rose and Whitney, who were seated on either side of you during the match -- let's call it mutual dual-wielding underneath the podiums -- which left the three of you somewhat distracted, too.

Actually it was Alex and, surprisingly, Hank, who scored a lot of the points in that match, and kept disaster at bay (thank god for questions about big game hunting). But the experience of "nearly" losing has left the team chastened -- plus also Ms. Carte afterwards, hammering the point home by beating you all about the head and neck, backstage:

"How many times do I have to tell you little shits?!" She shouts. "Quiz now! Dick later!"

"Am I missing something?" Mr. Langley asks, oblivious as always.

"This team needs discipline! Things are only going to get harder from here on out!"

"Harder... how wonderful..." Vivian mutters, eyes rolling to the back of her skull. Her big sister has to keep her steady with an arm looped over her shoulder.

"You don't have to beat us, ma," Whitney grouses as she keeps Vivian from fainting. "We hear you loud and clear. Less handies during matches."

"Fewer," you correct.

"NO handies during matches!" Ms. Carte clarifies. She wheels, pointing at Vivian. "And you! Change your underwear! You smell like an oyster farm!"

Vivian, woozy, slurs: "Will you change them for me?"

Ms. Carte makes a disgruntled purr that actually sounds like "grrr," then grabs Vivian by one wrist. "Come with me," she barks, dragging her in the direction of a nearby restroom.

"Oh, I will..." Vivian promises.

(And she does. Inhuman sounds emerge from that restroom for many minutes hence.)

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Friendly reminder that Rose Soliloquy is an animal and does not know how to eat these properly.

When you see the Pink Menace, be sure to shame her.

>>4113448
heh

>>4113448
>let's call it an undergarment served extra creamy
god

>>4113448
fucking lol

What a great post to start the thread with

>>4113448
>playing DJ during the quiz bowl
Alabaster you fool

>>4113450
>actually wasting time peeling these
I bet you snap apart your kitkats too, you uncultured swine.

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"Gosh, my Mom is such a freaking Nazi," Whitney says, only when Ms. Carte is well out of earshot. "We won, didn't we? So what's the big deal?"

"She's right, though," Alex says. "The next school is gonna be really tough. We need to keep our eyes on the prize--"

The clack of approaching footsteps on the slick finished concrete ground backstage draws your collective attention. Turning, you see Sable. So she finally decided to show.

"Ms. Guiteau...?" Alex marvels, clearly unable to believe what he's seeing. But he's really seeing her, in all her mismatched spats-with-pants, labcoat-with-tie, mussed-hair glory, this strange nigh-bipolar woman he idolizes.

"Am I too late?" She asks, looking from face to face. "Have you already lost?"

"What?" Alex says. "No -- we -- just won our last match... what are you doing h--"

Sable cuts him off by shoving a small wrapped package to chest. "Take this," she demands.

Alex, hesitantly taking the package foisted upon him, examining the snowmen and penguins on the wrapping paper, can only sputter: "Ch-Christmas...?"

"No."

"...A present for winning the game?" He asks.

"No."

"..."

"Birthday," Sable says. Her voice is so soft as to be nearly inaudible. She's crimson.

"My birthday was last m--"

"Shut up!" Sable shouts, face contorting in anger. "Shut up!"

"Do you... want me to open it?" Alex asks, timid.

Sable balls her fists and stomps. "Of course I do! Why would I give you a gift I don't want you to open!"

>>4113460
Finally, Sable, yeesh.

>>4113448
Hank 'Pop the Clutch'... I forget his last name.
>>4113460
Hehe, cute..

>>4113458
Ugh, don't talk to me about pigs you farm animal.

>>4113439
Hey, OP? Just out of curiosity, what were Scarlett and Charlotte's maiden names?

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Alex begins to tear at the paper. Sable's wrapping is a complete botch job, with the seams uneven, the folds thick and bulky, and bits of scotch tape adhered in odd places. Alex has trouble getting in. But when at last he has one end of the package shredded enough to reach inside, he slides the little box of gourmet chocolates out.

He doesn't recognize the name stamped on the box, but you do: Alegio, a high-end chocolatier out of Palo Alto, once a favorite of Rose's back when you had your billions. That Sable would splurge her meager teacher's salary on such an extravagant gift is...

"Chocolate," Alex mutters.

"You had better not lose here," Sable warns him. "If you lose this tourmaline after abandoning our robotics team, I will--"

Whatever threat Sable had in store is lost the moment Alex tenderly hugs her. He wraps his arms around her waist, still clutching the box of chocolates, and nuzzles her chest. Sable, clearly unsure what to do with her own hands, startles, and stares down at him.

"Thank you so much, Ms. Guiteau... this means so much to me! We'll all do our best!"

When he pulls back, Sable is blushing even more madly than before. As Alex opens the box's lid and surveys the bonanza of chocolate within, he does the only thing he can think to: he offers to share. "Would you like some, too, Ms. Guiteau?"

"No. I hate chocolate."

"O-oh," Alex says, a bit deflated. "Well... thanks again, anyway. I love chocolate."

"I know you do. That's what I got them," Sable says -- then snatches the box from him.

Alex squeaks in surprise.

"I see a couple white chocolates in here," she says. "I do like those." She takes one of the bonbons out, and bites into it, leaving a little strand of the raspberry filling to drizzle down her bottom lip. She hands the box back to Alex then, who happily takes a peanut butter cup for himself and eats it with her.

For that moment, with their mouths full, they just silently enjoy one another's company.

Sable spends the rest of the tournament as a spectator, perched at the very front row. She even wears a pink Mindbreakers shirt like the others.

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>>4113467
EXTREMELY CUTE

>>4113467
Ohhh man. Happy vibes.

>>4113467
>She even wears a pink Mindbreakers shirt like the others.
cute!

>>4113467
My bipolar sensei can't possibly be this cute

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"Gimme an M!" Rose shouts, waving her pom poms to one side.

By this late stage of the tournament, none of your friends and loved ones are enthused by Rose's pre-game cheerleader act. The only person to respond to her call for an M is Sable, and only because she probably thinks she's obliged to:

"M," she says robotically.

"Gimme an I!"

"I," Sable says.

"I can't heeeeearrrrr yooooouuuuu!" Rose calls, cupping a pom-pom to her ear and leaning way in.

"...I."

"I still can't heeeeeearrrrr youoooouuuuu!" (Rose nearly loses her balance trying to lean in even further, and has to windmill her arms to stay standing.)

"...I."

Rose pouts, be-pommed hands on her hips. "You guys have no team spirit! What the hecky!"

"Sit down, honey," Mom tells her. "Root for your brother with the rest of us."

Rose, still pouting, blows a bang from her face. "Hmmph."

"I have team spirit," Sable insists, sounding a bit hurt. She looks at Mom. "I have team spirit, don't I?"

"Of course you do," Mom says.

Rose plops down in her seat, still clearly upset. Sable turns to her. "Say. Would you like to cheer for our FIRST Robotics team next month?" She asks.

"Oh no," Cerise cuts in, suddenly haunted by visions of Rose's cringe-inducing cheering following her for the subsequent weeks leading up to that event. Rose's caterwauling practice every night in preparation for this tournament, conducted in her bedroom adjoining Cerise's, was enough. Cerise can't bear any more. "We don't need a cheering section in Vegas--"

"Yes we do," Sable says. "We need to broaden our appeal beyond only the intelligent."

"I'd be totally honored to help out!" Rose says, having obviously missed that last bit.

"Thank you, young lady," Sable says. Cerise looks like she already has PTSD, as she contemplates more sleepless nights listening to Rose practice.

>>4113467
E-even if she's probably borderline or something, I still love her

>>4113482
god yes FINALLY

>>4113482
>Rose's caterwauling practice every night in preparation for this tournament, conducted in her bedroom adjoining Cerise's, was enough.
Oh no... I guess she'll have to sleep in our room instead...

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Your margins of victory grow thinner and thinner. But that's no problem -- winning is winning, whether by 10,000 points or 100 points. You're still confident.

And although the contours of history can vary in the details, some parts remain fated. In the grand championship, you go up against that magnet school from New York and their showboating little shit of a team captain.

To strike the fear of God into that shitter, you do a little showboating of your own, when the host comes by to interview you before the game.

"It all hinges on this match, Alabaster," he says. "What would you say is your gameplan tonight?"

"Well, my gameplan is to win," you say simply, with a smug grin.

"Confident!" The host says. "...Overconfident?"

"Not at all. We've been prepping for this moment all year. We know we're going to win."

Your teammates nod along in agreement.

"And -- it's more than that," you add. "More than winning, that is. Because it's not enough for me to succeed--"

But the host takes the microphone back from you and turns towards the other team's captain.

"And you, Ji? What's your gameplan?"

"My gameplan is also to win," he says, from behind his dorky spectacles and buck teeth and pimply face and button-down shirt and khakis. "May the best mind come out on top." Fucking asshole.

"The host didn't let me finish..." you mutter, aggrieved.

"It's okay, honey," Rose says soothingly. "You'll get another shot." Behind that smile of hers is a hatred of the rival team to surpass even your own. The thing you love most about Rose is that when you truly hate something, she truly hates it too.

"Stop calling him 'honey,'" Whitney says. "It's creepy. You'd think you two were married."

>>4113496

>Honey

This is adorable.

>>4113496
>he didn't get to say it

Pack it up, boys. This timeline's cancelled.

>>4113496
>Alabaster's ego cancelled
M-maybe a good thing, in the long run.
>honey
Heh.

Time already, huh?

>>4113496
>He didn't finish saying the thing

>>4113503
>>4113509
It's okay, you know he's going to say it while the Mindbreakers win by 100 points while simultaneously bringing every member of the team to orgasm

I hope Mom will celebrate Alabaster's win at the quizbowl in the manner we have become accustomed to

Or comforts her son upon his defeat.

Either/or.

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When the match begins, it becomes immediately apparent that you've gotten more than you bargained for. Your rival captain is quicker on the buzzer than you. So are all his teammates. Quicker than they were even in 421. Quick enough to beat out not only you and Rose but the dork all-star team, the dork dream team, the dork MVPs. On this lavishly lit stage in the sleepy city of Boise, watched on by nearly everyone you care about, you're getting trounced. And it isn't close.

"COBOL is an acronym for what?" Common Business-Oriented Language, answers one of the Marduk Acaemdy Nerves, before Alex can buzz in. He hides his face in shame from the teacher who came a thousand miles to watch him.

"Of all integers larger than 5 and smaller than 90, what is the largest integer relatively prime to 422?" The answer, an asthmatic manlet from the Nerves shouts loud enough to make him wheeze, is 89. A question that's a complete layup, Rose tells you in anger at herself, although you're not so sure.

"Who scored the winning goal in the 1999 FIFA Women's World Cup?"

For the first time all tournament, Whitney answers. Or tries to. She's pounding her buzzer so hard you think the thing will explode in a shower of plastic shards. But the buzzer on the other side of the stage registers first, lighting up with a steady blue glow: Ji Shin himself is ready to respond.

"Goddamn it!" Whitney howls. "But I know this one! I totally know it!"

"We ask that all contestants please keep calm," the host chides.

"I know it, though--"

"Brandi Chastain," Ji says.

"Correct. 500 points to the Nerves."

"FUCK!" Whitney howls, even louder.

"Any further outbursts and you will be ejected from the competition," the host intones.

Fuel to the fire: Ms. Carte shouts from the audience, hands cupped to her mouth, "try it, you little bitch! Try to kick her out and see what happens!"

But what actually sobers the host, it seems, is the truly frightening expression the mute David Darkbloom, sitting beside Ms. Carte, wears. Seeing that glare, the host tugs at his collar, gulps -- and then play continues.

"Who wrote Ballad of the Goodly Fere?" Ezra Pound, answers not Vivian, but a 300 pound simulacra of Vivian on the Nerves' side of the aisle, a greasy girl in a too-small dress.

Not even Hank can get a lick in. "Plugs, jigs, spinners, spoons, and flies are all examples of what?" Fishing lure, apparently -- but Ji Shin grabs the bait first, and answers correctly.

>>4113520
Oh god. Panic.

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Forgot to post this in the archive thread, but here's an alt version for Rose

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>>4113520
I can't believe the Chinese are going to ruin everything for the second time this quest

>>4113520
Nani the fuck?

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In the second half of the championship match, you and Rose adopt a bold strategy of play: you buzz in at the first possible instant, no matter what, relying not on your recall but on your reaction time. The reason it's a bold strategy is because wrong answers penalize the team. And although you sacrifice some points, it pays dividends: together, you claw the Mindbreakers back to within spitting distance of the win.

The 422nd scenario giveth, and the 422nd scenario taketh away. You hammered oology back into Whitney's brain in preparation for this moment. But the final question, the one that can bridge the 400-point gap remaining between your teams, is not "what is the study of eggs commonly called?" -- but rather: "What is the study of time commonly called?"

Whitney doesn't buzz in. So you do. You don't know the answer.

"...Fuck," you heave.

The announcer frowns. "I ask once again that you please refrain from using foul language."

"Just -- give me a second..." you plead.

"You have five seconds," the announcer says.

You could be given a billion seconds. You still don't know the answer. So you take a stab in the dark: "Temporology?"

"Sorry," the host says. That's 500 points down the drain, and with it all hope of your win. "Nerves -- you have a chance to steal."

Ji Shin, the FUCKING COCKSUCKER, buzzes in, even though his team has already won. "Horology," he says, triumphant.

The announcer replies with a cold stare. But over the course of a few moments his steely expression breaks into a Cheshire grin.

"Congratulations!"

An uproar of adulation and applause from the crowd. But not for you. Confetti streaming down from the rafters. But not for you.

The Mindbreakers have lost it all, right at the very end.

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>>4113538
RESET

>>4113538
WE HAVE TO GO BACK

LET ME IN

LET ME IIIIN

>>4113538
FUCK.

But you know what, does it REALLY matter? We got the most important thing out of it with our loved ones, cheesy as it might be.

>>4113538
BURN IT DOWN

>>4113538
Oh, somewhere in this favoured land the sun is shining bright,
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light;
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout,
But there is no joy at North High... Alabaster totally beefed it.

>>4113538
Does Coronavirus exist in 422?

>>4113538
I DO NOT LIKE THIS

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Your friends and loved ones crowd the stage to palliate the sting of defeat, while simultaneously the friends and loved ones of the Nerves crowd the stage to celebrate along with them.

As the shock of not coming out on top rapidly subsides, you find yourself feeling strangely... zen.

You lock eyes with Rose, and shrug. Winning isn't everything. It was an experience anyway -- a better experience, even, than the time you did win this tournament so many eons ago.

If only the others could say they felt the same way. Vivian is openly sobbing, and Charlotte has to physically restrain Whitney from charging the rival team and single-handedly beating them to a pulp. Sable, in a burst of speed you didn't think she was capable of, jumps on top of Alex and prevents him from fleeing the stage in shame; together with Cerise, she hugs him and promises better times ahead at the national robotics competition in Vegas in a few weeks. Ms. Carte is so shellshocked she's mute and ashen-faced, like a researcher exposed to Lovecraftian cosmic horrors; Darkbloom requires a tissue from Mom to hide his tear-stained face and preserve what little dignity remains to him. Mr. Langley is the best-composed, on balance; he's glum, but masks it by asking your little sister: "C'mon, Rosie -- give us one last cheer."

Rose, voice hoarse, and face dripping tears of her own, sniffles and says: "Gi... give... give me a -- an M--" and then dissolves into horrible weeping, burying her face in the multicolored pompoms.

"Don't be sad, everyone," you tell them. "We had fun. Didn't we? That's what counts."

"Second best in the whole country ain't too bad!" Hank agrees, but you can tell it's a put-on.

"We should cherish our memories," Rose tries. "The time we all had together here--"

"Oh, fucking BULLSHIT," Whitney shouts. "Shut the fuck up!"

"This is the worst day of my entire existence..." Vivian snivels, wiping the snot from her nose with the back of her wrist.

You sigh. Such drama queens in your harem. Oh well. You'll make them feel better on the ride(s) back.

The camera crews are already surrounding the winning team, and you figure it's probably time to move on. "I guess we should be headed back to the--" you begin. But whatever train of thought you had is derailed, the moment you see... her.

>>4113538
IS THIS CHLOE RUNNING INTERFERENCE

>>4113552
Oh fuck Chloe coached them

>>4113552
>her

oh fuck

>>4113552
HABBENING

>>4113552
Ohhhhhhh fuck.

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Rose notices her at the same time. Her breath catches. She clasps a hand to her chest, and takes a stumbling, shrinking step backwards.

Qiangxiang Xi has climbed up onto the stage, and is walking towards you.

"No, no, no..." Rose mumbles, shaking her head violently, wrenching her eyes closed; trying to wish the nightmare aware.

Your heart is palpitating, your mouth is dry. You're literally shaking. You never truly comprehended what it meant when veterans spoke of getting war flashbacks; now you do. So many horrible images are flashing through your mind that you're paralyzed, stopped dead in place, unable even to scream. You want to vomit, to pass out, to run -- you can do nothing.

Right now, in the year 2015, Qiangxiang cannot be much older than 11 or 12. She looks even younger than that. But the all-consuming fear she strikes in your heart is as real as anything, no matter her age or looks.

The others around you are so consumed with their own small-fry worries that they don't notice the panic that has suddenly gripped both you and Rose.

When at last you find the strength to move, you step forward, not back, to interpose yourself between the people you love and this utter psychopath walking towards you with obviously ill intent. Rose joins you, ready to strike, too. Ready to murder this child in public, if needs be. You'd do it in a heartbeat, without remorse. You both would.

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>>4113580
hahaha what a great timeline 422 is

>>4113580
Careful lads. She's done nothing wrong in this timeline. She's not even the same person. Make good choices.

>>4113580
Haha time for prison.
>>4113591
Bro we let her live in 421. We're not gonna kill her here

>>4113594
That's not what I'm worried about.

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But Qiangxiang isn't walking towards you, after all. She's walking towards the game's host -- and in her hands is a sheaf of papers.

She beckons for the host's attention. He has to stoop pretty low, to hear her over the din of the crowd. She whispers something in his ear, something you can't hear.

The Nerves' captain, finally noticing her too, breaks away from his hangers-on and starts to curse at her in Mandarin. Qiangxiang is not fazed in the slightest. When Ji starts to stride towards her, an older Chinese man steps to him and pushes him firmly back with a palm to his chest -- a man you recognize from Rose's old oppo research document as Qiangxiang's late father. Not-so-late, in this version of the universe, as it turns out.

As Qiangxiang whispers into the host's ear, the host's eyes go wide. He steps back from her, peering at her disbelievingly. Qiangxiang nods, and hands him the papers.

---

An agonizingly long review period follows. The victory celebration for Marduk Academy is put on hold as the moderators and judges go over the evidence. An hour, two hours, three hours pass; the crowd at the Morrison Center thins, leaving only some scattered press, including ESPN-3 (+/- 1). The air on your side of the stage is bated hope; on the Nerves' side, fittingly enough, agitated nervousness.

Finally the host appears again from backstage, tugs at his bow tie, and announces haltingly into the microphone:

"Folks, we've gotten some late-breaking evidence of cheating. It seems that questions and answers were illicitly sent to the team from Marduk Academy prior to the tournament. We have reviewed the evidence and believe these accusations to be founded. In light of this -- unfortunate revelation -- we are left with no choice but to disqualify the Nerves, and name the second-place team, North High's Mindbreakers, the champions."

>>4113598
OH FUCK
OH SHIT
GET FUCKING DESTROYED

>>4113598
REDEMPTION

>>4113598
That's a bitter W*

>>4113598
>they were cheating
I FUCKING KNEW that might be the case.

>>4113598
OH SHIT

Alright Chloe we're cool, just leave us the fuck alone now thanks

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Immediately upon the host's declaration of your default victory, Whitney pumps her fists and screams: "WOOOOO-HOOOOOOOOOOOO! EAT IT, FUCKERS! EAT MY ASS!"

Ms. Carte is similarly overjoyed. As Whitney turns around, moons the Nerves and spanks her own ass -- Ms. Carte grabs either side of Whitney's hips and shakes them so that the globes jiggle. "Eat it!" Ms. Carte mimics. "Eat it!"

"EAT THE WHOLE ENTIRE ASS!"

Rose, the pink one, spontaneously breaks out into song, waving her pompoms spastically: "Miiiiindbreakers, with the guts to thrill! Miiiiiindbreakers, with the brains and will!"

Bust most of the rest of them, exhausted, are just smiling wanly. Sure, winning isn't everything. But winning is sweet all the same.

You pose for the cameras, hoist the trophy overhead, wave and smile and self adulate.

But you, and Rose too, feel a peptic sourness underneath the facade of joy.

And as you file out of the venue, you pass by the source of your indigestion: Ji Shin, or more properly, Xi Shin -- or more properly still, Shin Xi, a distant cousin of Qiangxiang's -- is shouting angry recriminations at her along with a number of his branch of the Xi family, in the lobby leading to the outside. Qiangxiang's father is defending her, the only one of the Xis willing to do so it appears, shouting back at them, and bodily shielding her small frame from them. You don't understand a whit of the words exchanged, of course, but you don't need language to get what's going on. They're apoplectic that she would betray them by snitching.

Qiangxiang locks eyes with you as you and the others pass. But she stays mute, and only clutches her father's pantleg a bit tighter.

[ ] Ask her why she revealed the rival team's cheating.
[ ] Don't approach her.

>>4113620
>[x] Ask her why she revealed the rival team's cheating.

Let's get some closure here.

>>4113620
>[ ] Ask her why she revealed the rival team's cheating.
Oh, so he's the rape-uncle's boy.

>>4113620
>[x] her why she revealed the rival team's cheating.

And maybe even thank her for her honesty.

>>4113620
>[x] Don't approach her.

>>4113620
>[X] Ask her why she revealed the rival team's cheating.
I almost want it to be left ambiguous whether or not she actually remembers.

>>4113620
>assisted mooning
I love it

>[x] Ask her why she revealed the rival team's cheating.

Fuck it, alright. We already know to not get involved any further than that.

>>4113620
>[x]Ask her why she revealed the rival team's cheating.
Confront the demons

>>4113620
>[X] Ask her why she revealed the rival team's cheating.

>>4113620
>[X] Ask her why she revealed the rival team's cheating.
She's like 12 right now, isn't she? There's still hope for her

>Qiangxiang's cousin is Shinji.

Lol

>>4113620
>[x] Ask her why she revealed the rival team's cheating.

>>4113620
>Renee and Whitney
Best combo

[X] Ask her why she revealed the rival team's cheating.
Chloe's probably cool now that she's not getting diddled by her uncle.

>>4113620
>[x] Ask her why she revealed the rival team's cheating.

Let's send her some borgars after

>>4113620
>[x] Ask her why she revealed the rival team's cheating.

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Qiangxiang's father whisks her away, striding with her down the semicircular expanse of the lobby towards a set of exit doors on the opposite side. You pause in place, watching them, as Qiangxiang's now-estranged family curses after her. Rose stops with you, too.

"Alabaster..." Rose says softly, taking your hand, and trying to get you to come.

"C'mon," Whitney says, less subtle about it, as she passes you up. Hands on her head with her pits bared to the world, she spins 180 degrees and walks backwards towards the doors, calling after you. "Let's goooo. You don't wanna get the stink of losers all over you. Come get the stink of winners on ya instead~"

"I'll catch up," you tell her. "I, uh-- gotta use the bathroom."

Whitney snorts. "Want me to hold your dick for you?"

You're not sure whether that's sarcastic or genuine. But when you meet her question with silence, she moseys on out with the rest.

You stride towards Qiangxiang and her father, Rose fast on your heels.

"Chloe," you call. "Chloe!"

But of course, here and now, she has no recognition of that name. She and her father keep walking.

"Qiangxiang," Rose says as the two of you draw closer.

She stops, turns. So does her father. He's a grim-faced, imposing man -- and he stands between you and his girl, partially shielding her, just as he did against his own kin.

"I'm... sorry," you begin. "But I just have to ask. Why? Why did you --"

Qiangxiang's father clears his throat. Qiangxiang is still half-hiding behind him. But when he steps aside, she stands straight-spined and confident before you, chin held high.

"They cheated," she says.

"But why did you tell the judges?" You ask. "Isn't the captain... isn't he family of yours?"

"Family or not," Qiangxiang says, "he does not deserve to win if he only can do it by cheating. There is no honor in lies -- or trickery and deceit."

"I... see," you say.

Rose adds, voice quavering: "thank you." And you can tell she really means it. It's a thank you not only for what Qiangxiang did just now. It's a thank you for so much more.

"Alabaster Soliloquy," Qiangxiang says. "You mentioned prior to the start of the match, something... about success. The host interrupted you. It was very rude of him. You said..." She stares at the high-vaulted ceiling, thinking back. "It's not enough for you to succeed..." She looks back down at you. "What was the rest?"

You swallow hard. "No," you say softly. "I was wrong."

Qiangxiang cocks her head.

"It's enough to succeed," you tell her.

"If you do it the right way," Qiangxiang adds.

You nod. "If you do it the right way."

"You played well tonight. You almost beat them even despite their cheating. I was rooting for you the entire time."

You smile at her.

"May we meet again," she says, and departs holding her father's hand.

You hope you never do.

>>4113672
I'm satisfied with this.

>There is no honor in lies -- or trickery and deceit.
Of fuckin course she'd say that.

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>>4113672
>You hope you never do.
a-men.

>>4113672
>You hope you never do.
Too late, she's coming back for that dick.

>>4113672
... damn. That's... Wow. I never even put her actions into that context before.

Fuck.

>>4113675
For all of Qiangxiang 421's shortcomings, she never once lied.

>>4113672
I kinda like Chloe without the child abuse and yandere tendencies

>>4113682
Really? It was the one thing that kept me on board after episode 13.

>Sable as 2B and Alex as her 9S

AAAAA CUTE THEY CAN EVEN MAKE SMALL POD-SHAPED DRONES

>>4113691
As much as I love this, the idea of Cerise raiding Rose Imouto's hair dye supply for her Riamu cosplay is entirely too amusing.

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As you climb aboard the waiting bus, you immediately notice that someone's missing. You glance around, confused.

"Pff," Whitney chortles. "What, is your gaydar not going off? Is that it?"

"I--" you begin.

"Don't even. You're, like, immediately missing Alex right now. Don't even joke us. Don't even lie."

"Well... where is he?"

"He's riding back to the hotel with his sensei!" Rose tells you, excited.

"In her free-candy rape van and everything," Cerise says with a wry grin. "My boy's growing up... forcibly."

"Cerise!" Rose squeaks from beside her, swatting her shoulder. "You hentai!"

"I will circle of shame you, Rose," Cerise growls, spinning in her seat to glare menacingly at her. "Right here, right now."

"Do it," Rose says, apparently in a cheeky mood after the vicarious high of victory. "You won't."

She will. Cerise gets her in a headlock and gives her a vicious noogie. It's the perennial Cerise special. She's given Rose so many noogies over the years that you're surprised the poor girl doesn't have a permanent bald spot. Rose whines and cries, but doesn't have the strength to get free. And although she pitifully screams, "Mooooommmmm!" -- Mom tacitly ignores it. She accepts that sometimes Rose needs a bit of bullying.

Rose -- err, the other one, the one you're slightly less related to -- walks to the back of the bus and settles down on the gravy-brown plastic bench seat back there. You sit beside her, serenaded by the wailing of your little sister. It makes you hard... you're not sure whether that's a bad thing.

"What's on your mind?" Rose asks. She strokes your arm and leans in. "Are you still upset about-- you know... seeing... her?"

You shake your head. "Actually? I'm thinking more about that, uh... 'free-candy rape van' Sable's got going."

Rose laughs, the tension draining from her face. "You're the worst."

She goes from stroking your arm to stroking your leg. She can already feel the monster there. She surreptitiously glances forward, to check on what the parents are up to; Saul and Charlotte are distracted, gabbing with Mom about something or other, up front.

"We've got an opening," Rose whispers. "Or do you want to go and mark your territory with Alex?"

"You wouldn't be upset?"

Rose laughs again, low and husky. "God. You really are the worst. But no. If you want to go be gay--"

"--I am not gay--"

"If you want to go and be bi-curious, I can bully your little sister instead."

[ ] Go celebrate the win with Alex and Sable.
[ ] Stay and celebrate the win with the Roses.

>>4113709
>[x] Go celebrate the win with Alex and Sable.

>>4113709
>[x] Stay and celebrate the win with the Roses.

>>4113709
>[x] Go celebrate the win with Alex and Sable.

I'm feeling incredibly not-gay right now.

>>4113709
>[x] Go celebrate the win with Alex and Sable.
There can never be enough of these two

>>4113709
>[x] Go celebrate the win with Alex and Sable.

>>4113709
>[x] Go celebrate the win with Alex and Sable.
Never enough

>>4113709
>Sable only comes as a package deal with Alex
If we must
>[x]Go celebrate the win with Alex and Sable.

>>4113709
>[ ] Stay and celebrate the win with the Roses.
Wherever I go, I must bully.

>>4113709
>[X] Go celebrate the win with Alex and Sable.
For purely straight reasons, of course. We simply need to ensure that Sable doesn't cruelly molest our good, heterosexual friend.

>>4113709
>[ ] Go celebrate the win with Alex and Sable.

>>4113709
>[X] Stay and celebrate the win with the Roses.

>>4113709
>[ ] Stay and celebrate the win with the Roses.

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>[x] Go celebrate the win with Alex and Sable.

Please wait warmly.

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Oh, and what's this?

Say hi to the implant bitches!

Thanks once again to Elby for this tremendous work, and chartanon for helping.

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>>4113743
oh boy oh boy~

>>4113747
MY DICK JUST EXPLODED

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>>4113747
I coloured this batch!

Now that we have the full harem done, here's a full height chart in ascending order! Measurements made from the bottom of the ankle to the top of the scalp.

Please take note of Kay about to get a handful of bunny booty

>>4113743
G A A A A A A A Y
Oh well, hope you all enjoy
>>4113747
Those girls are cute and 100% real! But, that Amber... what kind of parent lets their daughter go out like that?

>>4113747
I DIDN'T WANNA BE THIS HARD BEFORE THE ALES SCENE AND YOU GIVE HER FRECKLES GOD YES

>>4113756
You're all amazing. Good stuff~.

>>4113747
>Say hi to the implant bitches!
Hey, don't shame their flatness, OP.

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>>4113756
And here's a version with the cast divided into various factions. I tried to position them so they had some association with whoever they were adjacent to, but some Chloes had to be left on their own.

Here's some higher resolution versions of those images too, in case 7600x1300 isn't fuckhuge enough for you: https://imgur.com/a/oyhb7Le

>>4113756
>5'11
OP couldn't have given our boy an extra inch?

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>>4113773
Seems it's a tender subject for him

>>4113773
He has extra inches where it counts.

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>>4113771
Here's team bad bitches, Stasi's around 5'6 and Mara's 6' iirc

>>4113788
Surprised Stasi is that small

>>4113771
It's beautiful! It's hard for me to pick a favorite, but fluffy Whitney is just so special to me.

>>4113788
From Russia with love. Love your work too.

You know, your Stasi looks a lot like I always envisioned the protag of the putative Christmas Cake Assassin, too.

Maybe we'll see more!

>>4113788
David doesn't happen to have Stasi's number lying around somewhere, does he?

>>4113788
Gaudy Stasi is a gift
>>4113792
I blame the breadlines.

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>>4113788
Oh and I mentioned it before of course, but I fuckin love these

>>4113803
There's a lot to love about all of them, but floofy Whitney is a gift of the universe

>>4113526
>>4113788
Same drawfriend? Coz I'm loving the thiccness.

>>4113803
Both Stasi and Kay were in Afghanistan?

>>4113829
Same place, different wars.

>>4113829
Yes. At different times, though. Stasi during the soviet-afghan conflict in the late 80s, Kay during gulf war 2 in the 00s.

>>4113827
Yeah, I'm just on mobile rn

>>4113841
Plus they probably had vastly different experiences due to specialization and role. Kay was a pilot while Stasi was a ground pounder?

>>4113841
>Stasi could've had a run in with Venom Snake
Thats a fun lil crossover

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As I write this scene, I'm a bit conflicted! So...

[ ] Passing Sable between you like a couple of good friends do.
[ ] Passing Alex between you like a good student-teacher duo do.
[ ] Just fuck everyone's shit up, senpai.

>>4113874
>[x] Just fuck everyone's shit up, senpai.
Now bring me that horizon.

>>4113874
>[x] Just fuck everyone's shit up, senpai.

>>4113874
>[x] Passing Alex between you like a good student-teacher duo do.
Our boy loves to be used, and he's earned it.

>>4113874
>[x] Passing Sable between you like a couple of good friends do.
Alex not being bottom for once is a novel concept.

>>4113874
>[X] Passing Sable between you like a couple of good friends do.

>>4113877
Actually, changing to
>[x] Passing Sable between you like a couple of good friends do.
Alex topping someone who isn't Smatters is a very rare occurence

>>4113874
[X] Passing Sable between you like a couple of good friends do.

Its been a while since we've shared an onahole with Alex, and that Smatters scene was very nice.

>>4113874
>[X] Passing Alex between you like a good student-teacher duo do.

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Okay! Back to writing.

>>4113874
[X] >Passing Sable

>>4113874
>[x] Passing Sable between you like a couple of good friends do.

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>>4113979
It probably won't be tonight. I'm sorry!

In light of that, let's also get the vote up for the scene(s) to follow after this lewd.

[ ] Alabaster and Rose keep predicting the future. It's weirding everyone out.
[ ] Charlotte confronts Alabaster over his intentions with her daughter!
[ ] Mom gets to know this odd Anna girl who Cerise is always hanging out with.
[ ] Sable might regret asking Rose to cheerlead for her...
[ ] Cerise couldn't stay a NEET forever. But is that a good thing or a bad thing?

>>4114001
>[x] Mom gets to know this odd Anna girl who Cerise is always hanging out with.
Oh how I need this

>>4114001
>[x] Mom gets to know this odd Anna girl who Cerise is always hanging out with.

Gotta see it. Badly.

Have a good night, OP-sama!

>>4114001
>Mom gets to know gal

>>4114001
>[x] Charlotte confronts Alabaster over his intentions with her daughter!

>>4114001
>[ ] Sable might regret asking Rose to cheerlead for her...

>>4114001
>[ ] Alabaster and Rose keep predicting the future. It's weirding everyone out.
This is A+++
>[ ] Charlotte confronts Alabaster over his intentions with her daughter!
This too

>>4114001
>[x] Alabaster and Rose keep predicting the future. It's weirding everyone out.
I'm curious!

>>4114001
>[X] Alabaster and Rose keep predicting the future. It's weirding everyone out
Ended up forgetting about the whole leap year thread.
It was rather fun to see 422 Chloe somewhat redeeming herself and I hope she shows up more often. The OVA can’t end without everyone getting the D.

>>4114001
>[ ] Charlotte confronts Alabaster over his intentions with her daughter!

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>>4114001
>[ ] Charlotte confronts Alabaster over his intentions with her daughter!

>>4114001
>[X] Alabaster and Rose keep predicting the future. It's weirding everyone out.
>[X] Charlotte confronts Alabaster over his intentions with her daughter!

>>4114001
>[ ] Alabaster and Rose keep predicting the future. It's weirding everyone out.
>[ ] Charlotte confronts Alabaster over his intentions with her daughter!
Sucks I missed the first session but I'm glad I'm here now

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So now that we have the full collection of harem art, I made some icons for each of them (plus our other drawfriend's Stasi and Mara) in case anybody wanted to use them for diagrams, avatars, etc.

Album: https://imgur.com/a/gmBpSig

Full zip: tinyurl dot com slash vz4s3xa

>>4114001
[X] Mom gets to know this odd Anna girl who Cerise is always hanging out with

>>4114001
>[x] Mom gets to know this odd Anna girl who Cerise is always hanging out with.

>>4114001
[x] Alabaster and Rose keep predicting the future. It's weirding everyone out.
More ammo for Kay

>>4114001
>[X] Charlotte confronts Alabaster over his intentions with her daughter!

>>4114001
Oh gosh, how are we supposed to choose?
>[ ] Cerise couldn't stay a NEET forever. But is that a good thing or a bad thing?

>>4113882

Chartanon gets it, I really would like to see more of Alex with some of the other girls

>>4114001
>[ ] Mom gets to know this odd Anna girl who Cerise is always hanging out with.

>>4113874
PASS.HER BACK AND FORTH, BREAK DIS BITCH

>>4114001
[X] Alabaster and Rose keep predicting the future. It's weirding everyone out.

>>4114001
>[X] Alabaster and Rose keep predicting the future. It's weirding everyone out.
And if we can pick more than one
>[X] Charlotte confronts Alabaster over his intentions with her daughter!

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Back home now. I woke up late and then had to run some errands, but I'll be writing again and finishing up some scenes. The good news is I'm off work tomorrow so I can go late.

To apologize for the lengthy wait, I think I'll do a lewd twofer. The Alex/Sable lewd, plus another that's been with me for a long time. I think it could go immediately into the hall of fame if I do it to spec. The only question is... this second lewd would involve some watersports, so is there still any interest in doing a with/without version?

[ ] I don't need no stinkin' without!
[ ] I'm a germophobic wilting lily, please give me a version without!

>>4114885
>[x] I don't need no stinkin' without!

>>4114885
>[x] I don't need no stinkin' without!

What an incredibly unbiased vote.

>>4114896
I kid because I love. But if there are people who don't like that fetish, I'm happy to oblige them as before.

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>>4114885
For some reason " I'm a germophobic wilting lily, please give me a version without!" made me think of this comic, funnily enough.

>>4114885
>[ ] I don't need no stinkin' without!

>>4114885
>[ ] I'm a germophobic wilting lily, please give me a version without!

>>4114885
>[x] I'm no coward

>>4114885
>[ ] I don't need no stinkin' without!

>>4114885
>[x] I'm a germophobic wilting lily, please give me a version without!

>>4114885
>[X] I'm a germophobic wilting lily, please give me a version without!

>>4114885
>>[ ] I'm a germophobic wilting lily, please give me a version without!

>>4114885
>[ ] I don't need no stinkin' without!
Don't rightly care, but if it takes it to the next level, I'd be a fool to turn it down.

>>4114885

>[x] I don't need no stinkin' without!

>>4114885
>[x] I'm a germophobic wilting lily, please give me a version without
You already slapped a dick on Noelle, cut a cherry boy some slack

>>4115091
Hey now, that was basically non-canon! And this is separate from Alex! (most likely)

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>>4115101
Yeah, the watersports is separate from the Alex lewd. But I see there's appetite for a "without" version, so I will oblige.

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>>4115104
I get what I want either way, so have fun~.

>>4113747
Amber is cute! cute!

>>4113788
>mara is 6'

jesus christ

OP I demand Mara lewds

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>>4115312
Elby sends his regards

https://i.imgur.com/xxPpQov.png

>>4115431
Oh. Oh my.

>>4115431
>https://i.imgur.com/xxPpQov.png

Excellent.

I'm editing the lewds now, so it shouldn't be long.

How can Vivian be such an adorably autistic cinnamon bun when her parents and both her maternal and paternal grandfathers are just the worst ever to live?

>>4115441
>lewds
>s

Oh golly gosh, this gon' be good.

>>4115448
Because we caught her while she was young. As she got older, her sperger tendencies and coldness would definitely have manifested into borderline sociopathy.

>>4115448
She had Renee! The best mother figure a girl could ask for.

>>4115452
Oh yeah, good point, Renee's influence probably helped to stave it off as well.

>>4115431
Send Elby my regards in return

>>4115441
We're waiting warmly

>>4115452
>Renee Carte is an incestuous lesbian rapist
>Still a better mother than Mara Darkbloom

>>4115475
You say that as if it's a bad thing!

>>4115431
I shouldn't be swayed from the Holy MILF Trinity, but DAMN!

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>>4115501
IT'S TIME.

>>4115501
It's time!

Reminder that it's been several trillion years since the last sable lewd. Both in universe and out

>>4115501
Y-yeah, that was the good stuff. Wew lad.

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>>4115501
>that final exchange

I needed that

>>4115501
oh yes, this was good. buttsluts are bestsluts.
>that cheesy joke
>mfw i dont understand
>...
>mfw i understand
wow op, just wow, that almost hertz

>>4115538
>buttsluts are bestsluts.
Can't wait for the wedding so they can actually both become Bestsluts

Or at least they would, but we all know Alex is gonna end up taking Sable's name

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With: https://pastebin.com/kKWfKnaZ

Without: https://pastebin.com/vTN9q9sV

>>4115501
Fucking awesome, man.

>>4115554
>Rosemouto
Oh yes
>Dark Souls II
Oh no

>>4115554
>Dark Souls II
Oh, Alabaster. You poor soul.

>>4115554
>getting casualfiltered by goddamn Dragonrider
Alabaster should stick to his sisterfucker VNs.

>>4115554
>"Are you winning, son?"
And with that, I lost it. This is brilliant.

>>4115554
>And having been hit with this revelation of incest like a schoolgirl getting isekai'd by a semi truck, there's no going back for your dear sweet onee-sama.

Truck-Kun is a fucking menace! Will nobody stop Truck-Kun's murderous rampage?!

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>>4115501
>well, no... you... only need to check some.

Very good. Bonus points for the much wanted cerise.

>>4115554
>"Hazel?" You say. "That butt-ugly squirrel with a unibrow--"
Rose knows Hazel Cantor?

>>4115586
https://animalcrossing.fandom.com/wiki/Hazel_(New_Leaf)

It's just OP being cheeky.

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>>4115586
Delete this

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>>4115586
Not sure if you're joking, but Hazel is a villager in Animal Crossing.

https://animalcrossing.fandom.com/wiki/Hazel_(New_Leaf)

She immediately came to my mind a villager Rose would really like. I didn't remember her name at first, and had to google "unibrow villager in animal crossing."

Wew lad. Blessed?

>>4115592
You realize that you're the sole reason I stopped believing in coincidence, right?

>>4115592
I swear, I can't keep up with all this Cambodian electronic paraphernalia.

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>>4115593

The subconscious remembers a lot that the conscious mind doesn't, and is always drawing associations. You just gotta open yourself up to them!

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>>4115554
That was fucking hilarious

>>4115554
So...

Odds on Scarlett knowing exactly what Rose and Alabaster were doing on the couch?

>>4115554
>Dark Souls II is a hard game. Really hard. Really, really hard.
Alabaster is more shitty at game than I thought

>>4115601
To be fair, DS2 is literally artificial difficulty compared to the rest of the series.

>>4115431
OH FUG

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>mfw OP-sama awakened my dormant water sports fetish with literally a single pastebin
Jesus, OP. Honestly, how can you do it?
Rose has been one of my favorite characters (sexually) ever since she's been introduced, but this scene really went all out with hitting all my tastes.

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>>4115613

It's only natural that Rose was born to be her big bro's toilet! I'm glad you liked it. This was a scene I'd been envisioning for a while.

>>4115613
It's that OP Studios magic. Let it surround you. Guide you. Penetrate you.

>>4115614
I could tell by all the jokes and how tightly-knit, that it was bouncing around your head for a while!
Really happy to be here for the End of Fuck Quest. I'm the anon that caught you voting for lewding Vivian, and that has been a while! It was a wild ride, and I am glad I trusted you to have our best interests at heart.

>>4115601
>>4115603
Ruin Sentinels I can understand, but fucking Dragonrider? It's a 1v1 and you can knock him off the damn arena.

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>>4115623
>I'm the anon that caught you voting for lewding Vivian
But how can that be you when it was me?

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You leave Rose -- uh, wife Rose, not sister Rose -- slumbering in your bed one evening, around 1 AM, to go downstairs and grab a drink of water. Not just any water: cucumber water. It's been a recent addiction of Rose's -- uh, sister Rose, not wife Rose -- and it's rubbing off on you. You crave the stuff constantly.

You make your way groggily to the kitchen, fish through the fridge, pull the pitcher out. But as you swing the door closed, you jump in terror as a human form reveals itself. In the pale pool of light from the moon, you can barely make her out: Charlotte fucking Mallory.

"What the f--" you yelp. "Mrs. Mallory...?! How the hell did you-- why are you in my house?"

"Why am I in your house?" She repeats. "Why is my daughter in your house!"

"You can't break into my house--"

"Don't turn this around on me, you little twerp!"

You calm yourself before this can blow up, set the pitcher on the center island, and invite her to sit at one of the stools there. If Charlotte is anything like her girl, and you know she is, she won't be deterred.

You grab two glasses from the overhead cabinets. Pouring one for yourself, you offer the other to Charlotte: "cucumber water?"

"What is your intention with Rose?" She demands.

You slide her a glass of water, regardless of her refusal -- but she doesn't take a sip.

As you settle in on a stool across from her, you fold your arms and regard her for a silent moment -- thinking how best to play this. You decide honesty in the best policy. "I'm in love with her, Mrs. Mallory. When we're both 18, we're going to get married. So I guess you could say my intention is to be her husband."

Charlotte obviously doesn't like this response, but you can tell from the look on her face that she believes in your sincerity -- even if she disbelieves in the probability of the relationship being successful.

"You're children," Charlotte says. "You don't know about love."

You shake your head. How could you possibly even begin to explain?

"It's like Mom told you," you try. "Rose and I -- we're doing okay, aren't we? Good grades, scholarships lined up... we're using protection--"

Charlotte turns crimson. "Y-you-- oh my God--"

"TMI. Sorry. Well anyway, we're not exactly an episode of 16 And Pregnant here. Right? So what's the harm?"

"The harm is that she's practically a runaway!" Charlotte says. "And on top of that, she's your cousin--"

"No. You're my cousin."

"--fine, once removed. Regardless. You're closely related! It's not right."

"It's right," you tell her. "Just give it time. You'll see."

Charlotte lays a hand on yours, leans in. "I believe you. I believe you mean it. But you don't know it -- you don't! And this kind of thing is only going to end horribly. For both of you!"

You stare at the ceiling as you take a long, ruminative sip of water. What to do?

[ ] Tell her the entire truth.
[ ] Tell her your version of the truth -- sans the timeline jumping and universe resetting.

>>4115635
>[x] Tell her your version of the truth -- sans the timeline jumping and universe resetting.

>>4115635
>[x] Tell her the entire truth.
Fuck it, why not. She'll believe us once we start mentioning her relationship with Saul after all.

... maybe leave out the fucking her parts. For now.

>>4115635
>sans the timeline jumping and universe resetting.
how do you even explain it without the timeline/universe stuff?

[X] Tell her the entire truth.

>>4115635
>[X] Tell her the entire truth.
Rent-a mommy is for gentle lovemaking, and existential dread

>>4115640
>how do you even explain it without the timeline/universe stuff?

The implication is that Alabaster would try to explain the special connection he shares with her without delving into the story of 421. Just to be clear.

Goodnight, Anonymous-tachi~. Make good choices while I'm gone.

>>4115635
>[ ] Tell her your version of the truth -- sans the timeline jumping and universe resetting.

>>4115635
>[ ] Tell her the entire truth.
And get subjected to another therapy session! With a different and eerie perspective for the good doctor this time!

I could only make it for this vote, but having Sable back after all this time and Rose [Sister] getting some attention has been a blessing.

>>4115635

>[x] Tell her the entire truth.

Either way she doesn't trust us, might as well go for broke here.

>>4115635
>[x] Tell her your version of the truth -- sans the timeline jumping and universe resetting.
There is no universe where she's taking that full story as anything but an admission of insanity. Or at least, not with how she feels about Alabaster at the moment.

>>4115635
>[ ] Tell her your version of the truth -- sans the timeline jumping and universe resetting.

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Gonna sleep on this and let discussion continue, since it's close! Goodnight FQ.

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Was discussing Renee's time in jail with OP, so I made myself sad by making this meme

>>4115554
Mutual bullying is a sign of love and affection between siblings! Encourage it!
But man, Rose Soliloquy is full of surprises. I don't know if it's my favorite Rose Lewd, but it really brought some things I didn't know I wanted to the table.

>>4115789
>vote's still open
Sheeeeit...

>>4115635
>[ ] Tell her the entire truth.
I can see how this has potential to go horribly wrong, but at the same time I really do want to read My Daughter's Boyfriend Can't Be This Much Of A Chuunibyou!

>>4115970
I just want to say, that this is precious. >>4114170 this too. Thanks for the work you put in, Chartanon.

>>4115431
I can't believe I wish this were me.
>>4115635
>[x] Tell her the entire truth.

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>>4116017
Just happy that I can contribute to the quest

>>4115635
>[x] Tell her your version of the truth -- sans the timeline jumping and universe resetting.

There are characters this could work with, I don't think Charlotte is there yet.

>>4115501

Oh that was precious.

>>4115635
>[ ] Tell her the entire truth.
Chaos vote

Should we wake up Rose and have her corroborate out story either way? I almost feel like she should be part of this conversation.

>>4115635
>>4115789
Oh shit, almost slept through an important vote.
>[x] Tell her your version of the truth -- sans the timeline jumping and universe resetting.
I like the idea of 421 being out in the open but I don't think telling Charlotte at this point will get us anything more than a statutory rape charge.

>>4115635
>Tell her the entire truth

Charolette has always wanted to be our mommy.

And who knows, if Kaa-san can remember a previous iteration across a gulf of trillions of years maybe Charolette can as well. Maybe anyone can.

>>4116171
This is a thought I'm holding onto, as well. Even if it's just some vague urge, a gut feeling, or a deja vu, I'm sure there's some little inkling that'll dawn in her.

>>4115635
>[ x] Tell her the entire truth.

>>4116171
>>4116201
I think you're both grossly overestimating what happened to Scarlett in 421. Not that it wouldn't be nice, but you shouldn't gamble on nice

>>4115635
>[x] Tell her your version of the truth -- sans the timeline jumping and universe resetting.
That's not something you just drop out of nowhere

>>4115635
>[X] Radical honesty.
We're gonna look insane for a few minutes, but it's not hard to completely, unequivocally prove ourselves. I'd be more concerned about Charlotte's psyche, but... I mean, she's gonna find out eventually. And she's a big girl; she can probably handle it better than us, if anything.

>>4116561
I'm sure she can handle it. 421 Charlotte and Saul had no issue accepting that Scarlett had been resurrected, after all.