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<span class="title">Redo;Rewind</span> <span class="author">by <a href="https://redo-rewind-if.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">E. I. Wright</a></span>

<<nobr>> <li>[[stats]]</li> <li>[[profiles]]</li> <li><<link "credits">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Credits"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("credits").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></li> <</nobr>>

<<set $chapter to "chapter one">><<if visited() is 1>><<if settings.notifications>><<notify 3s>>Notifications active!<</notify>><</if>><</if>>\ //"Enter the time loop, just don't lose yourself in the process."// ''Welcome to //Redo; Rewind!//'' //Redo; Rewind// is a story about time. Of an ordinary person working an ordinary office job. Sure, you might work for an info broker and, sure, you sometimes (often) commit acts of corporate espionage for said job, but that's just business. //This// is something far beyond that ordinary life. Time travel. It seems you of all people are capable of it. To manipulate time and bend it to your will. It may not be something you asked for, but you need it now more than ever. Someone wants you dead. And they've already succeeded once. //You can't allow it to happen again.// * Play as a ''customizable'' MC! Choose your MC’s appearance, gender, skills, and more! * Romance, befriend, or antagonize any of the ''3 romance options''. * Learn how to master your ''time control ability'' and use it to your advantage. * Avoid past mistakes and inadvertently come up with new, much worse ones! * Try not to die. Again. And again. And again... ''Please note that //Redo; Rewind// is currently rated 18+ for depictions of violence/death, references to drug and alcohol use, explicit language, and heavy themes. If any of those subjects may be triggering for you, please read with caution.'' For more detailed content warnings, questions, or concerns please feel free to message me on my tumblr, <a href="https://redo-rewind-if.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">redo-rewind-if</a>. <span class="next"><<button "Begin" "pro1">><</button>></span>

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!Personality Stats <div class="stat-bar-group"> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-left">Stoic $stoic%</div> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-right">Expressive $expressive%</div> <div class="stat-bar" id="stoic-stat"></div> </div></div>\ <div class="stat-bar-group"> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-left">Kindness $kindness%</div> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-right">Callous $callous%</div> <div class="stat-bar" id="kindness-stat"></div> </div></div>\ <div class="stat-bar-group"> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-left">Cautious $cautious%</div> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-right">Reckless $reckless%</div> <div class="stat-bar" id="cautious-stat"></div> </div></div>\ <div class="stat-bar-group"> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-left">Optimistic $optimistic%</div> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-right">Pessimistic $pessimistic%</div> <div class="stat-bar" id="optimistic-stat"></div> </div></div>\ !Skill Stats <div class="stat-bar-group"> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-left">Stealth $stealth%</div> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-right"></div> <div class="stat-bar" id="stealth-stat"></div> </div></div>\ <div class="stat-bar-group"> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-left">Perception $perception%</div> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-right"></div> <div class="stat-bar" id="perception-stat"></div> </div></div>\ <div class="stat-bar-group"> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-left">Intimidation $intimidation%</div> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-right"></div> <div class="stat-bar" id="intimidate-stat"></div> </div></div>\ <div class="stat-bar-group"> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-left">Persuasion $persuasion%</div> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-right"></div> <div class="stat-bar" id="persuade-stat"></div> </div></div>\ !Health <span class="health"> <div class="stat-bar-group"> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-left">Health $health%</div> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-right"></div> <div class="stat-bar" id="health-stat"></div> </div></div></span>\ /* Make sure to tag the stats page (& any similar pages) with 'noreturn' and include a return link like the one below to avoid an infinite loop! */ <<button "Return" $return>><</button>> /* or <<link "Return" $return>><</link>> */

!Profiles <<if $apset is 1>>*<<link "$fname $lname" "MC">><</link>><<else>>* Unknown<</if>> <<if $metamara is 1>>*<<link "Amara Ingram" "Amara">><</link>><<else>>* Unknown<</if>> <<if $metv is 1>>*<<link "$vname Zhang" "V">><</link>><<else>>* Unknown<</if>> <<if $metaugustagain is 1>>*<<link "August Astaire" "August">><</link>><<else>>* Unknown<</if>> <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

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TIME TRAVEL VARIABLES; 1st set: setting the variables to hold the values of their counterparts; 2nd set: reset the variables when no longer needed so they may be reused; 3rd set: returning to original state before MC time traveled    list code: * skippy blibi boo * ughhhhhhssjsjs * use brackets and vertical line to make link to new passage ""[[text here|passage to go to]]"" links when you got variables <<link "text" "passage">>can set variables here<</link>> button code: <span class="next"><<button "Next" "passage">><</button>></span> Headings/Break: ---- !Heading 1 !!Heading 2 !!!Heading 3 Cycling choices: <<cycle "$cycling" autoselect>> <<option "Cycling link 1">> <<option "Cycling link 2">> <<option "Cycling link 3">> <</cycle>> <<set $they to "They">><<set $plural to true>>\ Here's an example of how the 'Live Update' macro by Cycy works: *<<link "She/Her">><<set $they to "She">><<set $plural to false>><<update>><</link>> *<<link "He/Him">><<set $they to "He">><<set $plural to false>><<update>><</link>> *<<link "They/Them">><<set $they to "They">><<set $plural to true>><<update>><</link>> Liveblock will display chosen option (pronouns) live as you select them! <<liveblock>> $they <<are>> super fun and love<<s>> cupcakes. <</liveblock>> You can also use it to update the dialog labels! Try it by opening the settings menu and toggling the dialog labels button :) <<liveblock>> *<<link "Choice with flirt label $flirt_label" "4">><</link>> *<<link "Choice with info label $info_label" "4">><</link>> <</liveblock>> When publishing to itch.io, you have a couple options for how to have your game display in mobile browsers. As a general rule, make sure to choose 'Click to launch in fullscreen' in the 'Embed options' section and click the checkbox to enable 'Mobile friendly' under the 'Frame options'. To force the game to always display in portrait mode on mobile, select 'Portrait' for the orientation. To display in landscape mode, select 'Landscape'. Easy peasy<3 Note: The latest update to the template has styling for both portrait and landscape modes for mobile, so have fun playing around with each to decide which option works best for your game! <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

!Prologue ---- "Sorry ‘bout this sunshine. I don’t like this side of my work too much, but, well, orders are orders. Boss’ll be in a snit if I screw this one up. I hope you understand." The man in red says to you casually, a lazy smirk on his lips, the cold metal of a gun pressing up against the left side of your chest. Talk. You //need// to talk. Stall him out. Find a way to escape without earning yourself a gaping hole through the heart. You open your mouth to do just that, but no words come, your mind wiped blank. You’re frozen in place, the hands around your wrists are tight as a vise. You always do this. //Why do you always do this?// //You aren’t getting out of this one are you?// Luck. You considered yourself lucky. Always managing to get out of a fight with no more than a scratch or two. Always standing in the sun while others got caught in the rain. Hell, you haven’t even gotten sick in years. And sure, your job could get dangerous, but you had good protection. Your boss made sure of that. Too valuable an asset to lose. Maybe you got cocky. Thought you could weasel your way out of anything. //Well, do you feel lucky now?// The man pulls the trigger. No hesitation. No remorse. Just a job. //Is that all you are?// All your life amounted to? A bloody pool on the pavement. The lackey holding your wrists lets go and you fall in a heap on the ground with the rest of the trash. Somehow, you’re still breathing. Still alive. You’re lucky you didn’t die immediately. Must’ve somehow missed your heart. //Lucky.// Yeah, //right.// That’s assuming you somehow live through this. Live through the blood loss and whatever garbled mess has been made of your insides. You can see the splattering of your blood on the brick wall of the alleyway like a demented Rorschach test. There are bloody clumps too, of flesh or organs—you couldn’t be sure. Just little pieces of yourself fallen away. The man in the red coat is saying something. You aren’t sure what, can hardly hear over the roaring in your ears, can’t think. You try to read his lips. Still facing you. No, his lackey. //Pyre…// You think he said pyre. Is that where you’re going to end up? What you’ll become? The black spots dancing in your vision grow worse as the seconds drag on. Lightheaded, dizzy, spinning. //Blood loss.// Red. A red stoplight is flickering in the distance, reflecting off the damp pavement. It’s all you can do to focus on it. You know, distantly, that you should run. Get away, call for an ambulance, something, //anything.// But your mind feels like its blanketed in a layer of fog, your limbs weak and uncooperative. Surely help is coming. Surely they know where you are. Surely… //You’re going to die.// You realize this with painful certainty. Scared, panicked, and yet—a laugh wells up in your throat along with the blood, iron on your tongue. //You’re going to die.// Here. //And for what?// Someone else’s pissing contest with your employer? Your vision is getting dimmer, spots growing. Blood is pouring out, your hands too weak to put the right amount of pressure on it as much as you try. Stoplight’s still broken, the world still flickering red. Keeping your eyes open has become a battle. One you aren’t going to win. //Sleep, just a peaceful slip into a dream. Nothing more.// Maybe you could believe it if it weren’t for the burning, stabbing pain through your chest. Sleep. //As if.// But resistance is a pointless affair, so, with one final breath, you close your eyes, knowing that you won’t open them again. You //shouldn’t// have opened them again.<<set $mental -= 30>> <span class="next"><<button "//And yet.//" "chap1.1">><</button>></span>

!Chapter 1 ---- You wake with a sickening lurch—like gravity itself is coming down on you. In an uncoordinated jumble of limbs, you somehow find your way to the bathroom before the bile rising in your throat ends up on the floor instead of the toilet. Moments pass in a dizzying haze, the room spinning around you. Even after expelling everything in your stomach, you still feel horribly ill. Sit down. You just need to sit down for a second. Already hunched over the toilet, you slump against the wall, the cool tiles offering some small relief. //In and out.// Focus on your breathing. On your surroundings. The yellowing tiled floor and walls of the bathroom in your shitty apartment. The slow dripping of the faucet. //The lack of a hole through your chest.// Right. That. You assume, immediately, that it must have been a dream. A very vivid, terrible dream. And yet, you could swear you can almost feel the pain from being shot. It can’t be real, since, well, you’re alive and sitting at home instead of the ground of an alley but the sensation lingers none the less. //A distraction. Just need something to get your mind off of it.// You drag yourself up from the floor, wiping your clammy hands on your shirt, and move to the living room. Sitting on the couch, you flick on the TV and wind up watching the local news. It’s pretty boring, at first. No major stories besides a robbery at a gas station—not even armed. Just the distraction you were looking for. Reclining back into the couch, you let the chatter fade into background noise and allow last night’s dream to fade from your mind. //"—sunny weather most of this week, perfect timing for the upcoming music festival down in Bloomborough Park this weekend. Just be sure to pack some water bottles! This summer has had record highs with—"// Huh, that’s strange. You could have sworn there was a big music festival at that park about a week ago. //Maybe there’s another one you hadn’t heard of?// Or you got the dates wrong, it’s not like you were planning to go anyway. //"—with an 80% chance of rain on the 25th, anyone heading outside should make sure to grab an umbrella."// 25th. Of August? //That—that couldn’t be right. Yesterday was the 31st.// It had to be an old news report. That’s the only thing that made any sense. Why the hell they’d be playing it a week later you didn’t know, but it was the only option. It //had// to be. Switching off the TV, you make your way back to your room and grab your phone from the bedside table. One push of a button and the erratic beating of your heart will seem like a joke, an overreaction to an old recording, played by mistake. One push of a button and the screen lights up. //Thursday, August 24th. 9:49 am.// <span class="next"><<button "//What. In the actual fuck.//" "chap1.2">><</button>></span>

!!File Entry: 112 ---- ''Name:'' Amara Ingram ''Age:'' 25 ''Gender:'' Female ''Pronouns:'' She/Her ''Occupation:'' Hacker and engineer working for VZSystems. ''Appearance:'' Shoulder length black curly hair, brown eyes, dark brown skin. Stands at 5'5", average build. A number of small scars on her hands, arms, and legs. <br> !!Relationship ---- <span class="skill"><div class="stat-bar-group">\ <div class="stat-bar-container">\ <div class="stat-bar-overlay-left">Relationship $airel%</div>\ <div class="stat-bar-overlay-right"></div>\ <div class="stat-bar" id="airel-stat"></div></div></div></span>\ <br> <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

!!File Entry: 013 ---- ''Name:'' $fname $lname ''Age:'' 26 ''Gender:'' <<if $mGen is "Person">>Nonbinary<<else>>$mGen<</if>> ''Pronouns:'' $mHe/$mHim ''Occupation:'' Employee at VZSystems, has been employed there for about three years now. ''Appearance:'' $mHe <<if $mhairlen is "bald">>$is bald, $has $meyes eyes, and $mskin skin.<<else>>$has $mhairlen $mhairtex $mhaircol hair, $meyes eyes, and $mskin skin.<</if>> <br> <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

!!File Entry: 001 ---- ''Name:'' $vname Zhang ''Age:'' 31 ''Gender:'' $vGen ''Pronouns:'' $vHe/$vHim ''Occupation:'' Info Broker and owner of VZSystems. ''Appearance:'' <<if $vname is "Victor">>Long straight black hair, light brown eyes, and pale skin. Stands at 5'8", slim build. Beauty mark under and to the left of bottom lip.<<else>>Short straight black hair, light brown eyes, and pale skin. Stands at 5'8", slim build. Beauty mark under and to the left of bottom lip.<</if>> <br> !!Relationship ---- <span class="skill"><div class="stat-bar-group">\ <div class="stat-bar-container">\ <div class="stat-bar-overlay-left">Relationship $vrel%</div>\ <div class="stat-bar-overlay-right"></div>\ <div class="stat-bar" id="vrel-stat"></div></div></div></span>\ <br> <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

!!File Entry: 042 ---- ''Name:'' August Astaire ''Age:'' 27 ''Gender:'' Male ''Pronouns:'' He/Him ''Occupation:'' Hitman working for <<if $blackrose is 0>>unknown entity<<else>>The Black Rose<</if>>, approach with caution. ''Appearance:'' Shoulder length wavy dark brown hair, pale green eyes, and fair skin. Approximately 5'11", slender but muscular build. Numerous scars including one going up from his jaw onto his right cheek. <br> !!Relationship ---- <span class="skill"><div class="stat-bar-group">\ <div class="stat-bar-container">\ <div class="stat-bar-overlay-left">Relationship $aarel%</div>\ <div class="stat-bar-overlay-right"></div>\ <div class="stat-bar" id="aarel-stat"></div></div></div></span>\ <br> <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

A week. For whatever reason it seems like you’ve traveled back in time an entire week. It sounds illogical. //Completely batshit more like it.// And yet, on all counts, that seems to be the case. Without meaning to, a sudden laugh slips out, startling even yourself. //Time travel? Seriously?// The idea was completely ludicrous. //Impossible.// You can remember the events of the previous week in far too much mundane detail for it to have been a dream. What you saw, felt, places you went—dreams can be vivid and sometimes boring but not to that extent. There had to be a more reasonable explanation you just weren’t thinking of. Thankfully, you have a few hours before you’re due in at work to puzzle it out. *[[A prank? Your coworker Amara is pretty tech savvy, messing around with the date on a phone would probably be a cake walk for her. Plus, she tends to joke around a lot, so it seems like something she might do.|chap1.21]] *[[Maybe the calendar app is messed up? It doesn’t explain the old news broadcast, but some glitch could cause the incorrect date to show up, right?|chap1.22]] *[[You’re still asleep and this is all just a weird ass dream. Doesn’t seem likely but it would be easy enough to check…|chap1.23]] *[[Fuck it. Time travel is real. And somehow you did it. You guess.|chap1.3]]

<<set $aicall to 1>>She hasn’t been working with you for long—only a couple of months now—so you can’t claim to be close with her, but she seems nice enough. Always trying to liven up the mood in the office, make people laugh or smile, especially when work gets a bit rough. And if this //is// her handiwork she’s liable to own up to it. You send her a quick text, asking if she got a hold of your phone the other day since it seems someone messed around with the settings. Even if the answer’s yes, that still leaves the old news broadcast, but that could just be a strange coincidence right? The reply comes pretty quickly, only one minute or two of anxious pacing later. <<type 50ms>>//"Nope. No phone shenanigans for me. Want me to take a look at it later?"//<</type>> Well, shit. There goes that idea. You politely decline her offer and then proceed to face-plant onto the bed. <span class="next"><<button "//Great!//" "chap1.3">><</button>></span>

If that is the case, it should be easy enough to check. Just a quick online search to see if the default calendar app on your phone was experiencing some sort of desync issue or something. Well, you scourer through the search results and find… next to nothing. There’s an old news article of some graphical glitch on the app from a couple of years ago and a handful of help forums with questions about altering the date manually, but none of it seems to match up to your issue. //Okay, so probably not an app issue then.// You decide to dive a bit deeper into the results— just in case—but by the time you reach page ten, you know it’s hopeless. You decide the best course of action is to face-plant on the bed with a drawn out groan. <span class="next"><<button "//Shit.//" "chap1.3">><</button>></span>

Pinching yourself is a simple affair, and one that unfortunately disproves your shoddy theory. While it doesn’t hurt much, the pain, the sensation, is undeniably there. //Well, shit.// You could also try to read something. You’ve heard that, apparently, people are incapable of reading in a dream. Ignoring the fact that you read the date on your phone earlier, it might be worth a shot. Just to be //extremely// sure. Either that or you are deep in denial. Probably the latter. Regardless, you decide to pick up a book from a nearby shelf. Flipping it open and, wonder of wonders, you can read! Exactly the result you knew would happen. With a drawn out grown, you decide the best course of action is to fall face first onto your bed. <span class="next"><<button "//Fuck.//" "chap1.3">><</button>></span>

Okay. So. Time travel. Seems… unlikely, but at this point you aren’t sure what else it could be. Either someone is seriously fucking with you or you’ve discovered how to do something most scientists would give up a limb for. //Or you’re so sleep deprived you’ve started hallucinating.// Maybe there’s someway you could test it? See if it’s something you can control or more of a life or death, last moment’s rush of desperation, that triggers it. //This is stupid.// And yet, you’re starting to think it might be the answer. Grabbing your phone, you decide to sit down on the floor, just in case anything weird happens so you won’t risk falling over. A part of you can’t believe you’re even attempting this, like you’re some little kid who still believes in magic. But then again, it won’t hurt anything to try, and you live alone so it’s not like anyone is around to see it. To start, you decide to set your phone down in front of you, unlocked, with the clock app open. You note the time. 9:54 am. Now, you suppose you should try the time travel part. You only have experience going backwards—//assuming// that what you remember is real—so you should go for that. “This is so fucking stupid.” You mutter to yourself, as if you aren’t still about to try it. From what you can recall from last night—before you, you know, //died//—you recall focusing on the broken stoplight, on the pain, and not much else. To be fair, you did have a hole in your chest, the fact that you were alive and somewhat coherent through the rapid blood loss is a miracle and a half in and of itself. //Maybe you need a focus for this to work?// Well, you’d rather not hurt yourself so maybe the light from the phone screen will work? It’s worth a shot. Staring into the light for a few moments all you feel is eyestrain and a growing headache. So that’s a no go. //Then what?// Maybe you need to imagine it? Picture time itself moving backwards, like... *<<link "A river flowing in reverse. Something powerful pulling the current back to where it began, and you yourself being dragged along with it." "chap1.4">><<set $timeview to "river">><</link>> *<<link "An hourglass, sand being pulling back up from where it fell, time moving back with each grain returned." "chap1.4">><<set $timeview to "hourglass">><</link>> *<<link "A thread, knotted and braided among others. Unwind it from the rest, return it to how it was before being weaved into something more." "chap1.4">><<set $timeview to "thread">><</link>>

You close your eyes for a brief moment, imagining the $timeview, imagining time moving the wrong way. And when you open them again— A rush of vertigo hits you. That same pull of gravity you felt this morning if a lot less intense and nauseating. Your vision goes white. A moment of complete blindness. Of panic. Before the light fades, the strain of gravity lessening, slowly, surely, back to normal. //"—with an 80% chance of rain on the 25th, anyone heading outside should make sure to grab an umbrella."// Suddenly, you find yourself no longer on your bedroom floor but the living room sofa. The same position you were in a few minutes prior. The same news report. Everything, just as it was. Shaking, you stumble to your feet and run to the bedroom. Your phone sitting on the bedside table. Fumbling for the power button, you eventually see the words: //Thursday, August 24th. 9:49 am.// It worked. It //actually// worked! You traveled back in time. Only a few minutes, but still—the fact it happened at all is nearly unbelievable. Caught up in your excitement, in your disbelief, you almost forget about what triggered this newfound ability of yours in the first place. //Oh, right. That.// You died. Not in some freak accident, not from illness, you were //murdered.// By a person you’ve never met before. Who is it that killed you? Why did they want you dead? And how can you avoid meeting the same end this time around? <span class="next"><<button "Next" "chap2.1">><</button>></span>

!Chapter 2<<set $chapter to "chapter two">> ---- The reality of your situation still hasn’t fully hit you yet. Once it does, you’ll probably have a full blown breakdown but that can wait for later. For now, you need to figure out your next step. Avoiding death, should be priority number one for obvious reasons. It should, theoretically, be easy since you know the how and when. But if you want to escape any future assassination attempts, learning //who// wants you dead is probably the best place to start. Luckily, you already have a couple of leads—as loose as one of them may be. The man who shot you didn’t exactly introduce himself when putting a bullet in your chest but he //did// cut a pretty distinct figure. Enough so that you’re certain you’d recognize him on sight. There was also the way he carried himself. He seemed… important. Or at least he thought he was. He also mentioned something, the word "pyre". At least, that’s what you think he said, assuming you read his lips correctly. It could have been their plans for your body—or some sort of code word—but, regardless, it’s a specific enough term that it might be a good place to start your investigation. You need to decide which lead to follow. If one winds up being a dead end, you can always try the other. You decide... *<<link "To try to figure out who the assassin is, who hired him. You might be able to ask around at work, see if anyone recognizes him. If anyone wants you dead, your work is probably related." "chap2.2">><<set $chap2path to "pathwho">><</link>> *<<link "To investigate “pyre”. It might really have been nothing, just the method of disposal. //Your// disposal. But you have the feeling that there's something more to it." "chap2.2">><<set $chap2path to "pathpyre">><</link>> *<<link "To check out the music festival. Maybe hearing about the festival on the news was somehow important, fated. It’s a stretch, but so is time travel so who knows." "chap2.2">><<set $chap2path to "pathfest">><</link>>

Before you can begin your investigation in earnest, you still need to get ready for work. Despite everything that’s happened the last couple of days, you still have to go. After all, you doubt your boss would accept a time travel related breakdown as a reasonable excuse. On the plus side, you vaguely remember today being a slow work day, so it won’t be too rough. And you can work on your personal project on the side or during breaks. Though, before you can even think about heading into work, you should probably make yourself at least //somewhat// presentable. Not that your workplace has a strict dress code but the boss wouldn’t be pleased to see you turn up in your rumpled pajamas. Turning to your bedroom mirror you take in your… *<<link "Short hair" "chap2.3">><<set $mhairlen to "short">><</link>> *<<link "Medium length hair" "chap2.3">><<set $mhairlen to "medium length">><</link>> *<<link "Long hair" "chap2.3">><<set $mhairlen to "long">><</link>> *<<link "Bald head" "chap2.3">><<set $mhairlen to "bald">><</link>>

<<if $mhairlen isnot "bald">>Which currently looks like a rat’s nest comprised of <<cycle "$mhaircol" autoselect>> <<option "brown">> <<option "black">> <<option "blond">> <<option "red">> <<option "pink">> <<option "purple">> <<option "blue">> <<option "green">> <</cycle>> <<cycle "$mhairtex" autoselect>> <<option "straight locks" "straight">> <<option "waves" "wavy">> <<option "curls" "curly">> <<option "coils" "coily">> <</cycle>> after your miserable night’s sleep. Unfortunately, the rest of you is just as bedraggled if not worse.<<else>>Luckily you don’t have hair to get messed up after your miserable night’s sleep. Unfortunately, the rest of you is still looking fairly bedraggled.<</if>> You’d swear that you’re normally a much better looking <<cycle "$mgen" autoselect>> <<option "man">> <<option "woman">> <<option "person">> <</cycle>> But anyone would probably look like hell after everything you just went through. //Or, didn’t go through, technically.// <<if $mhairlen isnot "bald">>Rubbing the sleep from your <<cycle "$meyes" autoselect>> <<option "blue">> <<option "brown">> <<option "green">> <<option "hazel">> <<option "gray">> <</cycle>> eyes, you fix up your hair and put on one of your usual work outfits.<<else>>Rubbing the sleep from your <<cycle "$meyes" autoselect>> <<option "blue">> <<option "brown">> <<option "green">> <<option "hazel">> <<option "gray">> <</cycle>> eyes, you put on one of your usual work outfits.<</if>> You’re looking much more presentable now that you’re a bit cleaned up. Though your <<cycle "$mskin" autoselect>> <<option "pale">> <<option "fair">> <<option "tan">> <<option "brown">> <<option "dark brown">> <</cycle>> skin still holds something of a washed out pallor. Ready as you’ll ever be, you leave your apartment behind, only just remembering to lock the door in your still frazzled state of mind. //Might as well get on with things.// Avoiding the world to have a breakdown, as appealing as it might be, isn’t going to solve anything. Isn’t going to stop the grim reaper’s blade from swinging down on your neck. <span class="next"><<button "//No rest for the wicked, after all.//" "chap2.4">><</button>></span>

<<if $mgen is "man">><<set $mGen to "Man">><<set $mpeople to $mc_People[2]>><<set $mkid to $mc_Kid[2]>><<set $mkids to $mc_Kids[2]>><<set $mmr to $mc_mr[2]>><<elseif $mgen is "woman">><<set $mGen to "Woman">><<set $mpeople to $mc_People[1]>><<set $mkid to $mc_Kid[1]>><<set $mkids to $mc_Kids[1]>><<set $mmr to $mc_mr[1]>><<elseif $mgen is "person">><<set $mGen to "Person">><<set $mpeople to $mc_People[0]>><<set $mkid to $mc_Kid[0]>><<set $mkids to $mc_Kids[0]>><<set $mmr to $mc_mr[0]>><</if>>The office you work in is a fairly unassuming place. Just one of the five floors that make up the building, rented for your company’s use much like how the other floors belong to another. Exiting the elevator, you find yourself standing in a rather plain reception area. White walls, linoleum floors that were clean but drab, a few uncomfortable modern chairs to sit and wait in, the scent of lemon floor cleaner, and, of course, the main desk manned by one of the receptionists—Lexi today, it would seem. The actual office with all its desks, computers, and disgruntled overworked coworkers just a door away. Despite having worked here for nearly three years now and knowing every receptionist on sight with them surely knowing you in turn given the small size of the company, you still have to go through the same song and dance that are the security protocols every single time. As it just so happens, the company you’re employed by is a bit… unique. VZSystems is, on its surface, an IT support company. Or, more accurately, a number of fake IT support companies all going by different names dolled up in a trench coat. Each "different" company proclaims a specialization in hardware and network maintenance and installation. And, on the rare occasion, that is exactly what they do. Emphasis on "rare". What’s much more likely to be done when VZSystems is hired for a project is a veneer of productivity with a whole heaping serving of espionage. Sure, whatever was hired to be done will—//eventually//—be done, it’s just almost never the intent. No, the real purpose of most VZSystems’ projects is information. Whether it be obtained through social engineering, some good old fashioned hacking, or, as is more common, both and then some, information is the aim—the currency prized and traded. After all, if you hold all the cards in your hand, all the secrets individuals, businesses, wish to keep buried, you hold all the power. And when they not only open the door and let you in to riffle around and find them but also pay you for it? It feels almost too easy. Not to say it’s without its risks, quite the contrary in fact. It’s a dangerous business, many would watch it go up in flames gladly and even more try to light the match and pour the kerosene. But if done well, it’s an incredibly influential and profitable venture, and, so far, it’s been going extraordinarily well. //Attempted and/or successful murders notwithstanding.// All that’s to say, your workplace has installed some pretty good security. It //has// to. Unfortunately for you, this means going through a mildly annoying security check every time you come into work. //Might as well get on with it then.// You pull out your ID card which features no photo, only your name, pronouns, a string of numbers and symbols, and what you think is some type of microchip embedded inside. You run your finger over your name embossed on the card as… *<<link "Val" "chap2.5">><<set $fname to "Val">><</link>> *<<link "Blair" "chap2.5">><<set $fname to "Blair">><</link>> *<<link "Jaime" "chap2.5">><<set $fname to "Jaime">><</link>> *<<link "Nicky" "chap2.5">><<set $fname to "Nicky">><</link>> *<<link "Jessie" "chap2.5">><<set $fname to "Jessie">><</link>> *<<link "Riley" "chap2.5">><<set $fname to "Riley">><</link>> *<<link "None of these are right, my first name is…" "chap2.41">><</link>>

Please enter your first name below, making sure to capitalize the first letter. <<textbox "$fname" "Type your first name here">> <span class="next"><<button "Next" "chap2.5">><</button>></span>

$fname... *<<link "Garcia" "chap2.6">><<set $lname to "Garcia">><</link>> *<<link "Woodward" "chap2.6">><<set $lname to "Woodward">><</link>> *<<link "Moore" "chap2.6">><<set $lname to "Moore">><</link>> *<<link "Young" "chap2.6">><<set $lname to "Young">><</link>> *<<link "Flores" "chap2.6">><<set $lname to "Flores">><</link>> *<<link "Nguyen" "chap2.6">><<set $lname to "Nguyen">><</link>> *<<link "Not quite, my last name is…" "chap2.51">><</link>>

As you run your finger over the embossed text of your name, your eyes catch on your pronouns sat directly to the right of it. *<<link "He/Him" "chap2.7">><<set $mhe to $mc_he[2]>><<set $mHe to $mc_He[2]>><<set $mhim to $mc_him[2]>><<set $mHim to $mc_Him[2]>><<set $mhis to $mc_his[2]>><<set $mHis to $mc_His[2]>><<set $mhers to $mc_hers[2]>><<set $mHers to $mc_Hers[2]>><<set $mself to $mc_self[2]>><<set $mSelf to $mc_Self[2]>><<set $mhes to $mc_hes[2]>><<set $mHes to $mc_Hes[2]>><<set $mtheyve to $mc_theyve[2]>><<set $mTheyve to $mc_Theyve[2]>><<set $mhell to $mc_hell[2]>><<set $mHell to $mc_Hell[2]>><<set $is to "is">><<set $has to "has">><<set $was to "was">><<set $apset to 1>><</link>> *<<link "She/Her" "chap2.7">><<set $mhe to $mc_he[1]>><<set $mHe to $mc_He[1]>><<set $mhim to $mc_him[1]>><<set $mHim to $mc_Him[1]>><<set $mhis to $mc_his[1]>><<set $mHis to $mc_His[1]>><<set $mhers to $mc_hers[1]>><<set $mHers to $mc_Hers[1]>><<set $mself to $mc_self[1]>><<set $mSelf to $mc_Self[1]>><<set $mhes to $mc_hes[1]>><<set $mHes to $mc_Hes[1]>><<set $mtheyve to $mc_theyve[1]>><<set $mTheyve to $mc_Theyve[1]>><<set $mhell to $mc_hell[1]>><<set $mHell to $mc_Hell[1]>><<set $is to "is">><<set $has to "has">><<set $was to "was">><<set $apset to 1>><</link>> *<<link "They/Them" "chap2.7">><<set $mhe to $mc_he[0]>><<set $mHe to $mc_He[0]>><<set $mhim to $mc_him[0]>><<set $mHim to $mc_Him[0]>><<set $mhis to $mc_his[0]>><<set $mHis to $mc_His[0]>><<set $mhers to $mc_hers[0]>><<set $mHers to $mc_Hers[0]>><<set $mself to $mc_self[0]>><<set $mSelf to $mc_Self[0]>><<set $mhes to $mc_hes[0]>><<set $mHes to $mc_Hes[0]>><<set $mtheyve to $mc_theyve[0]>><<set $mTheyve to $mc_Theyve[0]>><<set $mhell to $mc_hell[0]>><<set $mHell to $mc_Hell[0]>><<set $is to "are">><<set $has to "have">><<set $was to "were">><<set $apset to 1>><</link>> *<<link "Actually, I use..." "chap2.61">><</link>>

Please enter your last name below, making sure to capitalize the first letter. <<textbox "$lname" "Type your surname here">> <span class="next"><<button "Next" "chap2.6">><</button>></span>

<<if settings.notifications>><<notify 3s>>New Profile Avaliable!<</notify>><</if>><<if $custpro is 1>><<set $mHe to $mhe.toUpperFirst()>><<set $mHim to $mhim.toUpperFirst()>><<set $mHis to $mhis.toUpperFirst()>><<set $mHers to $mhers.toUpperFirst()>><<set $mSelf to $mself.toUpperFirst()>><<set $mHes to $mhes.toUpperFirst()>><<set $mTheyve to $mtheyve.toUpperFirst()>><<set $mHell to $mhell.toUpperFirst()>><</if>>Card in hand you step up to the reception desk, ready to get on with things and start your work day. *<<link "“$fname $lname, coming in for my shift.” You say as you hand the receptionist your work ID." "chap2.8">><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><</link>> *<<link "“Hey Lexi! Good to see you, just here for my shift. Here’s my ID.” You say cheerfully, passing your ID card over to the receptionist." "chap2.8">><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><</link>> *<<link "“Bad day?” You ask Lexi sympathetically, who just grunts in reply, coffee clutched in hand like a lifeline. “Yeah, me too. I’ll try not to take up too much time then, here’s my ID.”" "chap2.8">><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><</link>> *<<link "“No chance we can skip the charade today and you just let me in?” You ask, tapping your foot impatiently. The receptionist, Lexi, raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Fine, fine. Just take it.” You pass over your ID card." "chap2.8">><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><</link>>

<<set $custpro to 1>><<set $apset to 1>>Enter your pronouns and verbs in the form below, please enter everything in ''lowercase''. Each text box comes with an example, simply replace the ''bolded'' word in the sentences below with what you would use in those instances. Example: What did ''she'' tell you? <<textbox "$mhe" "enter pronoun here">> Example: It belongs to ''him''. <<textbox "$mhim" "enter pronoun here">> Example: That is ''their'' phone. <<textbox "$mhis" "enter pronoun here">> Example: The orange cat is ''hers''. <<textbox "$mhers" "enter pronoun here">> Example: He looked at ''himself'' in the mirror. <<textbox "$mself" "enter pronoun here">> Example: Not today, ''she's'' busy. <<textbox "$mhes" "enter pronoun here">> Example: It's okay, ''they've'' got it under control. <<textbox "$mtheyve" "enter pronoun here">> Example: Don't worry, ''he'll'' be here soon. <<textbox "$mhell" "enter pronoun here">> Examples: He ''is'' tired./They ''are'' tired. <<textbox "$is" "enter verb here">> Examples: She ''has'' an appointment./They ''have'' an appointment. <<textbox "$has" "enter verb here">> Examples: She ''was'' amazing!/They ''were'' amazing! <<textbox "$was" "enter verb here">> <span class="next"><<button "Next" "chap2.7">><</button>></span>

After checking the ID, both manually, holding it to her desk light and, more importantly, with a small specially made card scanner sitting on the desk, Lexi nods at the results and hands the card back. "Empty your pockets and any bags onto the tray, then step through the gate." Lexi states tiredly, barely even glancing in your direction as she does. Following her directions, you pass through the metal detector without any issues, pick up your belonging from the tray when Lexi waves you through, and approach the office door. Lexi enters something on her keyboard, and then, after scanning her own ID, you hear the door’s lock //click// open. Stepping into the office, you’re met with a familiar sight. A few lines of bland cubicles filled with desks, computers, and allegedly ergonomic chairs. You yourself and most of your coworkers would argue that they’re really just ugly and uncomfortable but that’s neither here nor there. What’s much more notable than the furniture is the lack of people. Sure, your office is on the smaller side—it can really only fit maybe thirty people max—but even still, there’s rarely more than ten here at a time. If that. VZSystems, currently, employs a grand total of twenty-four people. And while they all come into the office to write up reports, respond to emails and calls, attend meetings, and the like, the bulk of the work is done in other offices and teams of employees are frequently out doing just that. Each employee has their own specialized skill set, and are teamed up and sent on missions accordingly. You, of course, are no different, being exceptionally skilled in… *<<link "Perception. You notice things others tend to miss and are skilled at using it to your advantage." "chap2.81">><<set $perception to 60>><</link>> *<<link "Stealth. Sneaking around, hiding in plain sight, even sleight of hand tricks and pickpocketing are all within your wheelhouse." "chap2.81">><<set $stealth to 60>><</link>> *<<link "Persuasion. You could sweet talk someone into just about anything with that silver tongue of yours." "chap2.81">><<set $persuasion to 60>><</link>> *<<link "Intimidation. Why bother with pretty words when scaring the living daylights out of someone works just as well." "chap2.81">><<set $intimidation to 60>><</link>>

You’re also not half bad when it comes to… <<if $perception lt 60>>*<<link "Perception." "chap2.9">><<set $perception to 30>><</link>><</if>><<if $stealth lt 60>>*<<link "Stealth." "chap2.9">><<set $stealth to 30>><</link>><</if>><<if $persuasion lt 60>>*<<link "Persuasion." "chap2.9">><<set $persuasion to 30>><</link>><</if>><<if $intimidation lt 60>>*<<link "Intimidation." "chap2.9">><<set $intimidation to 30>><</link>><</if>>

Today, if you recall correctly, you had just got back in the office from a job and were asked to write up a report, sort through what documents you retrieved, and then see if there were any businesses inquiring about hiring VZSystems’ services. Fairly standard stuff. And since you’ve already done it once, you should be able to finish quickly and then get to work on your personal project. Getting settled in at your desk, you manage to type up your report in record time. Thankfully, your memory is good enough that you only had to double check a couple things quickly before sending it off to your boss. The documents come next, needing to be organized according to your company’s guidelines. //That// gets done in less than an hour despite the large volume, half off just pure muscle memory at this point and vague bouts of remembrance. While you could stand to be a bit more thorough before submitting everything, you’d be lying if you said you had the presence of mind for it at the moment. Frankly, the fact that you got all that done so quickly is only due to the fact that you’ve done it before. Lived it all before. With nothing more to distract yourself with besides a handful of emails you can’t focus on the words of no matter how many times you read them, you decide to get on with your investigation of your own imminent demise. <<if $chap2path is "pathwho">><span class="next"><<button "Next" "chap2.10who1">><</button>></span><<elseif $chap2path is "pathpyre">><span class="next"><<button "Next" "chap2.10pyre1">><</button>></span><<else>><span class="next"><<button "Next" "chap2.10fest1">><</button>></span><</if>>

Having decided to look into the identity of your killer, you figure asking around your workplace is a good place to start. Given the fact that much of the work done here isn’t exactly legal—not to mention all the information your boss has neatly stored away—finding a clue as to who your hitman is should be doable. The question is: who to ask? Most of your coworkers aren’t in today and of those who are, Amara Ingram is undoubtedly your best option. She’s highly skilled when it comes to tech, both hardware and software. She was actually scouted by your boss personally for her escapades in black hat hacking. How the boss even managed to track her down is a mystery in itself but, regardless, her skill set would likely come in handy if you’re trying to find someone. Alternatively, you could try asking your boss directly. Given the fact that you work for a literal info broker, if you need to get information on someone, particularly someone whose work is just as criminal as yours, your boss would likely be the best place to start. The only thing stopping you from going to ask them immediately is the fact that your boss would probably ask a lot more questions than Amara would. And is less likely to do it for free. In the end you decide to ask… *<<link "Amara. It might take her longer but she’ll definitely be able to dig up something." "chap2.10whoamara">><<set $chap2path to "pwamara">><</link>> *<<link "Your boss. Getting answers as quickly as possible is important. Time is of the essence after all." "chap2.10whov">><<set $chap2path to "pwboss">><</link>>

Having decided to look into "pyre", you figure the internet is a good place to start. Or, really, the //only// place to start. With any luck and a few well worded search results, hopefully you’ll find something actually useful. You figure just looking up the word pyre itself won’t get you anywhere so you add the name of your city, Vermell. The first couple results are a website for what you think is a nightclub, a social media account for said nightclub, and some shoddy looking site for a festival that sounds like a colossal safety hazard. You decide to start with the first result. Club Pyre, it reads in a large curling script at the top of the page, bright red glowing letters on a black background. A cursory glance shows that the club is indeed located in your city's downtown, and seems decently popular. Nothing about the website looks out of the ordinary. Just photos of the club, people dancing, a bar, and promotions for weekly live music performances. Aesthetically, the club itself looks relatively upscale, modern and elegant, with a black and red color scheme. Not a bad looking place all in all. Scanning through the photos more carefully, you try to see if there’s any sign of your would-be killer among them. If it’s a place he frequents, or has some professional connection to, there’s a chance he might be seen in one of them. At first, you don’t spot any figure among the crowded shots of clubbers that seem to fit the bill, but taking another look, going through each image, each person, with a fine toothed comb, you finally spot him. There, in the background of one of the photos, sitting at the bar, is the side profile of a man in a crimson red, long jacket—just like the one your killer wore that night. Zooming in for a better look only convinces you further of the man’s identity. Leaning on one arm, draped over the bar, is the side profile of a man with a cocky grin. He seems to be in his mid to late twenties. Caucasian. Thin, on the taller side, which is apparent even seated—maybe six foot? His wavy hair, which seems black in the photo, falls just below his shoulders. You can’t see his eyes well in the picture, but you’s bet money that they’re a pale blue or green. //Just like the man that night.// Despite the darkness and your difficulty focusing with the blood loss, you’re still fairly confident in the accuracy of your memory. It’s never failed you before. You, of course, can’t be completely sure it’s him, but based on what you do know, it seems likely. Plus, a club having criminal dealings isn’t exactly a revolutionary concept. Though, if you wanted to, you could always ask around and see if any of your coworkers have heard of Club Pyre, heard about anything illegal going on there. In the end, you decide to… *<<link "Ask your coworker Amara if she knows anything about the club." "chap2.10pyream1">><<set $chap2path to "ppamara">><</link>> *<<link "Ask your boss if there’s any information they have on it." "chap2.10pyrev1">><<set $chap2path to "ppboss">><</link>> *<<link "Look into matters on your own. You’ll just go there in person and ask around later." "chap2.10pyresolo1">><<set $chap2path to "ppsolo">><</link>>

So, the music festival huh? Perhaps not the most intuitive place to begin your investigation, but given the fact you can literally manipulate time, who knows? Maybe it’s fate, all the stars will align, and you’ll find a bunch of information on your would-be killer at the festival. Or maybe you’re just trying to distract yourself from whatever the fuck’s going on in your head right now. Whatever works. Regardless, you decide to go ahead online and buy a ticket for the festival. Thankfully, there’s still tickets available despite the short notice, none of the VIP passes are left but you doubt you’ll need one. Ticket acquired and work finished for the day, you find there’s not much left for you to do besides stare into the void and twiddle your thumbs. Unless, maybe you’d like to invite one of your coworkers to the festival? Having another person with you might make you look less suspicious as you stick your nose into places it doesn’t belong, and it would add a layer of security if your crackpot theory of the fest having something to do with your death and/or assassin turns out to be true. Of course, with the crowd there, you’d probably be perfectly fine on your own too. In the end you decide to… *<<link "Ask your coworker Amara if she’d like to go to the festival with you. She’s mentioned music festival and concerts before so she’d probably be down." "chap2.10festam1">><<set $chap2path to "pfamara">><</link>> *<<link "Ask your boss, because, honestly, why the hell not. Worse case you lose your job for inappropriate workplace behavior but that seems both extreme and unlikely. Not like it’s a date. Right?" "chap2.10festv1">><<set $chap2path to "pfboss">><</link>> *<<link "Just go on your own, you don’t want to clue your coworkers into the mess you’re in. Besides, you’re sure you can handle this yourself." "chap2.10festsolo1">><<set $chap2path to "pfsolo">><<set $musicdate to "solo">><</link>>

Sitting at a desk adjacent to yours is the woman in question. Her shoulder length black hair falling in tight curls around her head, warm dark brown skin, brown eyes that shine with mirth, and a bright wide grin that belied the sharp, intelligent young woman underneath it all that is Amara Ingram. Hacker. Engineer. Programmer. And with a knack for the social side of the job to boot. She’s been a huge asset to the company since she’s was hired a couple months ago. Not to say things weren’t going well before, they were, it just feels like comparing an old, well-maintained vehicle to a state of the art sports car with all the newest features. One's clearly just a //bit// better than the other. Needless to say, she’s definitely more than capable of getting the information you need. And with how friendly she’s been the few times you’ve talked, you’re fairly sure all you have to do is ask. Though, personally, you think she seems… *<<link "Nice, someone you could see yourself becoming good friends with." "chap2.10whoam2">><<set $airel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "Cool, you wouldn’t mind getting to know her better." "chap2.10whoam2">><<set $airel to 20>><</link>> *<<link "Fine. You don’t know her well enough to have much of an opinion yet." "chap2.10whoam2">><<set $airel to 10>><</link>> *<<link "Amazing. She’s smart, skilled, and pretty to boot. You might have a slight crush on her but that’s neither here nor there. $flirt_label" "chap2.10whoam2">><<set $airel to 30>><<set $airo to 1>><</link>> *<<link "Kind of annoying honestly. She acts like a bit of a showoff." "chap2.10whoam2">><<set $airel to 5>><</link>>

You’re… actually going to do this. Sure, it makes the most sense, logically speaking. But it might also just make things much more complicated for you going forward. Your boss is going to want to know //why// you want this information. And "just because" or some other bullshit isn’t going to fly here. But, well, your life is on the line. Even if saying that directly may be a bad idea—after all, it’s not like you can be upfront about the whole future assassination time travel thing—you’re still going to have to give a //somewhat// decent answer. Dwelling on it any longer won’t do any good. You’ll say whatever you need to say to get the info and deal with any problems later. Right now, you just need to knock on your boss’s door and get this over with. And hopefully not say anything that would get you fired in the process. You stand before the dark mahogany wood door, silver nameplate perfectly straight and centered, and force yourself to knock before you have the chance to psych yourself out of it. "Enter." A smooth, rich voice intones. And enter you do, stepping through the doorway before you’ve even fully registered that you’ve done it. Sitting before you with perfect posture, back straight, hands rested just so on the keyboard in front of them, without a hair out of place, is your boss and owner of VZSystems… *<<link "Victor Zhang. A clean, sharp dressed man as well as one of the criminal underworld’s leading info brokers and acclaimed entrepreneur at only 31 years of age." "chap2.10whov2">><<set $vname to $v_name[1]>><<set $vgen to $v_gender[1]>><<set $vGen to $v_Gender[1]>><<set $vperson to $v_person[1]>><<set $vpeople to $v_people[1]>><<set $vsir to $v_sir[1]>><<set $vSir to $v_Sir[1]>><<set $vmr to $v_mr[1]>><<set $vhe to $v_he[1]>><<set $vHe to $v_He[1]>><<set $vhim to $v_him[1]>><<set $vHim to $v_Him[1]>><<set $vhis to $v_his[1]>><<set $vHis to $v_His[1]>><<set $vhers to $v_hers[1]>><<set $vHers to $v_Hers[1]>><<set $vself to $v_self[1]>><<set $vSelf to $v_Self[1]>><<set $vhes to $v_hes[1]>><<set $vHes to $v_Hes[1]>><<set $vhell to $v_hell[1]>><<set $vHell to $v_Hell[1]>><</link>> *<<link "Victoria Zhang. A clean, sharp dressed woman as well as one of the criminal underworld’s leading info brokers and acclaimed entrepreneur at only 31 years of age." "chap2.10whov2">><<set $vname to $v_name[0]>><<set $vgen to $v_gender[0]>><<set $vGen to $v_Gender[0]>><<set $vperson to $v_person[0]>><<set $vpeople to $v_people[0]>><<set $vsir to $v_sir[0]>><<set $vSir to $v_Sir[0]>><<set $vmr to $v_mr[0]>><<set $vhe to $v_he[0]>><<set $vHe to $v_He[0]>><<set $vhim to $v_him[0]>><<set $vHim to $v_Him[0]>><<set $vhis to $v_his[0]>><<set $vHis to $v_His[0]>><<set $vhers to $v_hers[0]>><<set $vHers to $v_Hers[0]>><<set $vself to $v_self[0]>><<set $vSelf to $v_Self[0]>><<set $vhes to $v_hes[0]>><<set $vHes to $v_Hes[0]>><<set $vhell to $v_hell[0]>><<set $vHell to $v_Hell[0]>><</link>>

<<if settings.notifications>><<notify 3s>>New Profile Avaliable!<</notify>><</if>><<set $metamara to 1>>Both of you are on the clock right now so you aren’t sure when you’ll get the opportunity to speak with her. You figured you could just wait until lunch but luck, as is often the case, seems to be on your side as it soon looks like there’s a lull in Amara’s work. Not wanting to miss your chance, you walk over to her desk—a cluttered mess you can’t make heads or tails of but seems to work fine for her—and give a polite wave when she glances up. <<if $aicall is 1>>"Hey $fname! There something you need?" Amara asks, pulling her headphones off to rest around her neck. "Oh, is this about your phone? I promise I wasn’t the one who messed with it. Scout’s honor!" "No, it’s not my phone. I already got that sorted. I actually have a favor to ask you. If you have the time?"<<else>>"Hey $fname! There something you need?" Amara asks, pulling her headphones off to rest around her neck. "Yeah, if you’re not too busy. I have a favor to ask you."<</if>> "Sure thing, I just finished what I was working on anyway. What d’ya need?" "I was hoping you might be able to help me get some information on someone I… encountered recently. The only problem is I don’t know their name. Just what they look like." "Hm, that’s a rough one." She says as she looks back to her computer, launching a program you haven’t seen before, the icon of which appears to be a stylized cyan eye. "But, maybe we can both help each other out here." "How so? Want me to be the guinea pig for your latest foray into software? You’re not even here for three months and have already come up with how many new programs? Seven?" Amara chuckles at that good-naturedly. "Excuse you, I’ve only started work on //two// new pieces of software since I got this job. The others were just old projects I thought might be useful. If I’d actually finished them. But, back to your thing. The person you wanna find, I’ve actually been working on something that might help." "Oh, yeah? So, what, I help you test if your program works and if it does I find my guy? What do we need to do then?" "Good to hear you’re on board! I’ve been wanting to test this bad boy out for a while now. Just haven’t gotten ‘round to it yet…" As she speaks, Amara clicks a tab in the program, which, previously looked like a blank gray box with a toolbar at the top and now looks more like a multiple choice form. "Now, all I need //you// to do is answer a few questions. With any luck, we’ll find who you’re looking for in just a few minutes. Hopefully. Probably." //Well, not like you have many better options.// "Alright. Ask away then." "Okay, let’s see here… we don’t have a name, so skip that… Age, or, approximate age, gender, and race?" "Mid to late twenties, male presenting, and Caucasian. That’s not all, right? No offense, but I can’t see how that’d help find anyone." Amara rolls her eyes. "Hush you, of course that’s not it. I just didn’t wanna bombard you with a bunch of shit all at once." She says, playing up her mock offense. "Okay, okay. Next questions then?" "Mmhm, can’t do these… Doubt you know their occupation right? Yeah, I figured as much. Then, hair color, length, and texture? Eye color? Approximate height and weight?" "He had shoulder length wavy hair, either black or dark brown. Pale eyes, green or blue I’d guess. On the taller side—maybe six foot? Thin, but not scrawny. I’d guess under one hundred sixty pounds." You say, once more thankful for your good memory. "Not clear on the colors are we, $fname? Well, I can put multiple choices so it’s cool. I figured the details wouldn’t always be clear when I was making the program anyway. Last thing, any distinguishing features you noticed? Like scars or tattoos?" "Just one that I could see. A scar, on his right cheek going up from his jaw." "Alrighty, that’ll do it. I’ll submit the data and we should see if it worked in just a few. Thanks for the free test subject, I needed one." *<<link "“No problem, I’m happy to help whenever I can!” You reply earnestly." "chap2.10whoam3">><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><<set $airel += 5>><</link>> *<<link "“No worries, if anything, I’m really grateful you took the time to help.” You say genuinely." "chap2.10whoam3">><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><<set $airel += 5>><</link>> *<<link "“//If// this actually works, I can promise you’ll have done more for me than what I’ve done for you. Trust me.” You say honestly." "chap2.10whoam3">><<set $pessimistic to Math.round($pessimistic * 1.05)>><<set $optimistic to 100 - $pessimistic>><</link>> *<<link "“Sure. But this better work, I don’t have infinite time you know.” You reply coolly." "chap2.10whoam3">><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><<set $airel -= 5>><</link>> *<<link "“Don’t worry about it.” You say simply." "chap2.10whoam3">><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><<set $airel += 5>><</link>>

"Yeah, yeah. Don’t mention it." Amara replies, hardly looking away from the slow crawl of the progress bar occupying her monitor. "So, what exactly does this program of yours even do?" "Aha! I’m so glad you asked!" She swivels around in her chair to face you with a flourish. "You see, //EyeSeeU//—name’s still a work in progress and no I don’t take suggestions, shut it—is a simple program. It takes data from a few sources on the web along with the footage from a number of security cams found around the city—most of ‘em take no effort to hack into since they’re connected to Wi-Fi—and combines it all with facial recognition software and my own personal algorithm to identify individuals based on appearance, name, job, phone number, you name it. From there, you can follow that person on the cameras across most places in the city among other things. Pretty nifty, eh?" "That sounds… both incredibly useful and like a gross invasion of privacy but given our line of work I guess that’s to be expected. But, basically, if you have enough info, and they were caught on camera at //some// point, you can probably find them?" "Them, or other people with enough shared characteristics. Makes things difficult if you don’t have much to go on. But you can always sift through the results ‘til you see the person you’re looking for. You’ll see what I mean in a sec." Looking back to the monitor, you see the progress bar seems to be stuck at 49%. //Great.// Eventually, it stutters back to life and jumps to 100% before you can even blink. In seconds, the program’s window is filled with close up photos of varying quality of different people. All of which seem to have the characteristics—or, close enough to them—that you described to Amara. "Voila! Now," she says, passing the mouse over to you with a flourish, "just look and see if your guy is here. Oh, and you can click on the image to see more photos of that person if you aren’t completely sure." Taking the mouse without a word, you begin to scroll through the results. Thankfully, there aren’t too many, maybe twenty total, which, given the size of the city, is nothing. It doesn’t take long to see an awfully familiar face among them. Your would-be assassin, glancing somewhere off camera with a lazy grin on his lips, predatory but relaxed, like a cat toying with a mouse. It’s //him//, without a doubt. "Found your guy?" Amara asks, having seen you stop on one photo. "What sort of info do you want? Wanna just get all the footage I got on him? I can send it to you. Or we could just let the program see what places he frequents the most and go with that?" "Both would be good. I can look through the footage on my day off."<<set $augustcam to 1>><<set $eyeseeu to 1>> "Okay. Let’s check where he spends most of him time then. Just have to click here and then… yep, got him. Hm, weird. No residential locations. Must not have any cams on my network wherever he lives. But we do have a club! Seems he’s there a lot!" "What club?" You ask, leaning over a bit to get a better view of the screen. Displayed along with some text containing a series of numbers and addresses—how often the person was seen and where you’d guess—is a photo of a nightclub. It looks… sleek. Modern. Black and red, glowing neon lights, with a large bright red sign simply reading “Club Pyre”. //Pyre.// You’d bet your life savings that the club was what he was referring to when he said it before. Seems like you have the lead you need. Now, you just have to go and find him, or, at least people who know him. Find out who he works for, why they’ve got a hit out on you. *<<link "“Thanks Amara. This helps a lot.” You say with a slight smile." "chap2.10whoam4">><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><<set $airel += 5>><</link>> *<<link "“This is perfect! Thanks Amara, I think I have what I need.” You say, eager to use the lead you’ve been given." "chap2.10whoam4">><<set $optimistic to Math.round($optimistic * 1.05)>><<set $pessimistic to 100 - $optimistic>><<set $airel += 5>><</link>> *<<link "“Thank you so much Amara. I really appreciate all this.” You say earnestly." "chap2.10whoam4">><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><<set $airel += 5>><</link>> *<<link "“Thanks a bunch Amara! You’re the best!” You say giving her a brief side hug." "chap2.10whoam4">><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><<set $airel += 5>><</link>> *<<link "“Thanks a bunch Amara! You’re the best!” You say giving her a brief side hug despite the resulting quickness of your heart. $flirt_label" "chap2.10whoam4">><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><<set $airel += 5>><<set $airo += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“Good work. I needed this.” You say shortly." "chap2.10whoam4">><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><<if $airel gte 5>><<set $airel -= 5>><</if>><</link>>

"No biggie. I’ll email you all the footage later. //EyeSeeU// will need sometime to compile it so expect it in a few hours." "Sounds good to me." You reply, about to get up and head back to your desk, when you notice something out of the corner of your eye. Or, rather, //someone//. <<if $airel gte 20>>Your boss. //Uh-oh//. Hopefully you and Amara don’t get a talking to for slacking off. You //have// actually finished your work after all. And you’re pretty sure Amara has too.<<else>>Your boss. //Uh-oh//. Hopefully you don’t get a talking to for slacking off. You //have// actually finished your work after all.<</if>> Having spotted the two of you, standing a few feet away, one single defined eyebrow raised in question and a vague look of annoyance is… *<<link "Victor Zhang. A clean, sharp dressed man as well as one of the criminal underworld’s leading info brokers and acclaimed entrepreneur at only 31 years of age." "chap2.10whoam5">><<set $vname to $v_name[1]>><<set $vgen to $v_gender[1]>><<set $vGen to $v_Gender[1]>><<set $vperson to $v_person[1]>><<set $vpeople to $v_people[1]>><<set $vsir to $v_sir[1]>><<set $vSir to $v_Sir[1]>><<set $vmr to $v_mr[1]>><<set $vhe to $v_he[1]>><<set $vHe to $v_He[1]>><<set $vhim to $v_him[1]>><<set $vHim to $v_Him[1]>><<set $vhis to $v_his[1]>><<set $vHis to $v_His[1]>><<set $vhers to $v_hers[1]>><<set $vHers to $v_Hers[1]>><<set $vself to $v_self[1]>><<set $vSelf to $v_Self[1]>><<set $vhes to $v_hes[1]>><<set $vHes to $v_Hes[1]>><<set $vhell to $v_hell[1]>><<set $vHell to $v_Hell[1]>><</link>> *<<link "Victoria Zhang. A clean, sharp dressed woman as well as one of the criminal underworld’s leading info brokers and acclaimed entrepreneur at only 31 years of age." "chap2.10whoam5">><<set $vname to $v_name[0]>><<set $vgen to $v_gender[0]>><<set $vGen to $v_Gender[0]>><<set $vperson to $v_person[0]>><<set $vpeople to $v_people[0]>><<set $vsir to $v_sir[0]>><<set $vSir to $v_Sir[0]>><<set $vmr to $v_mr[0]>><<set $vhe to $v_he[0]>><<set $vHe to $v_He[0]>><<set $vhim to $v_him[0]>><<set $vHim to $v_Him[0]>><<set $vhis to $v_his[0]>><<set $vHis to $v_His[0]>><<set $vhers to $v_hers[0]>><<set $vHers to $v_Hers[0]>><<set $vself to $v_self[0]>><<set $vSelf to $v_Self[0]>><<set $vhes to $v_hes[0]>><<set $vHes to $v_Hes[0]>><<set $vhell to $v_hell[0]>><<set $vHell to $v_Hell[0]>><</link>>

<<if $vname is "Victor">>As usual, he’s dressed in a crisp, black suit, striped tie arranged precisely, shoes polished to perfection. He truly does appear every inch the proper business man he claims to be despite the illicit nature of his work. The only thing really setting him apart from others is his long hair, straight strands black as night, and tied back into a neat ponytail, not a hair escaping from his hair tie. You’d wager it’d hit around his waist if it were let down loose though you’ve never seen it yourself. Rumor has it, the only reason he’s grown it out so long is because he dislikes dealing with hair dressers. And, given his deep hatred of small talk, you’d be inclined to believe it. //It’s definitely more believable than some of the other rumors anyway.//<<else>>As usual, she’s dressed in a crisp, black suit, striped tie arranged precisely, shoes polished to perfection. She truly does appear every inch the proper business woman she claims to be despite the illicit nature of her work. With not even a hair out of place, the short style she keeps it in, straight strands as black as night, always combed back just so. You’ve never seen it messy once.<</if>> "Have you two finished your assignments?" $vHe asks, arms crossed as $vhe looks at you. "Yes, $vmr Zhang." You and Amara both chorus. "Good. I will be checking it shortly." //Translation: If you lied, I will know, and I will end you.// "What were both of you doing?" $vHe asks. <<if $airel gte 25>>"Oh, nothing big. $fname just asked if I could help $mhim with a personal thing." Amara says waving her hand dismissively. Unfortunately, $vmr Zhang doesn’t seem to buy it and turns to you instead.<br><br><</if>>"I needed help finding someone I ran into the other day. Thought Amara might know something." You say, hopefully coming across as casual. "I see." $vHe replies in a tone that makes it clear $vhe doesn’t, and then, turning $vhis attention fully to you says, "If you require further assistance in this matter, you may ask me if you’d like. I may have relevant information Ms. Ingram does not." "Thank you $vmr Zhang. I’ll keep that in mind." You reply. "Good." $vHe says with a nod. "Now, if you are both done, return to your own desk. There may be emails to respond to." And with that, $vhe turns on $vhis heel and walks away, perfectly crisp, straight clothes barely even swishing with the movement. "Thank god $vhes gone. I think I almost pissed myself when I saw $vhim standing there." Amara says, slumping over her desk. "Don’t get me wrong. I like $vmr Zhang, but $vhe can be scary as shit when $vhe wants to be. Hell, I don’t even think $vhe really tries.” "Having worked here for a while now, I can tell you, $vhe probably doesn’t." Despite $vmr Zhang’s intimidating appearance you think $vhes… *<<link "The scariest motherfucker you’ve ever met by sheer presence alone. $vHe could just look at you the right way and you’d know you’re fucked. Just thinking about //that// expression gives you shivers." "chap2.10whoam6">><<set $vrel to 15>><</link>> *<<link "The scariest motherfucker you’ve ever met by sheer presence alone. Also unbelievably hot. Like //damn//, if $vhe wasn’t your boss… $flirt_label" "chap2.10whoam6">><<set $vrel to 25>><<set $vro to 1>><</link>> *<<link "Fine. Strict, and a bit of a hardass but you could do a hell of a lot worse as far as employers go." "chap2.10whoam6">><<set $vrel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "Secretly a softie. It’s clear through the way $vhe treats you and your coworkers that $vhe genuinely cares about you all, $vhes just not the best at expressing it." "chap2.10whoam6">><<set $vrel to 40>><</link>> *<<link "Wonderful. Gorgeous. Intelligent. Perfect. Amazing. Incredible. And quite possibly the love of your life. Okay, maybe that’s a bit much, but you get the point. $flirt_label" "chap2.10whoam6">><<set $vrel to 50>><<set $vro to 1>><</link>>

<<if settings.notifications>><<notify 3s>>New Profile Avaliable!<</notify>><</if>><<set $metv to 1>><<set $vnick to "$vmr Zhang">>But that’s enough thinking of your boss, you should probably get back to work or $vmr Zhang might actually get mad. You’ll continue your investigation using the new information Amara got you on your next day off. <span class="next"><<button "For now, emails." "chap3open">><</button>></span>

Thank you so much for playing //Redo; Rewind!// I hope you've enjoyed it so far! The current demo is now up to chapter 4, with chapter 5 expected to come out with the next major update. Here's a quick preview of what's planned to come in the next chapter: * Maybe this conversation should happen somewhere without a dead body? * Attend an ordinary workplace meeting! * Hold on, who invited //you?// * The world's crappiest first date! I'd appreciate getting feedback on what I have so far, as well as bug reports/typos. Please send such things over to my tumblr, <a href="https://redo-rewind-if.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">redo-rewind-if</a>. Also, if you liked the demo, feel free to follow its development on my tumblr, where I post updates and answer questions related to the story. Thanks again! <3

<<if $vname is "Victor">>Poised at his desk sits your boss of the last few years. As usual, he’s dressed in a crisp, black suit, free of so much as a single wrinkle, striped tie arranged precisely, shoes unseen under his desk but you have no doubt that they’re polished to perfection as well. He truly does appear every inch the proper business man he claims to be despite the illicit nature of his work. The only thing really setting him apart from others is his long hair, straight strands black as night, and tied back into a neat ponytail, not a hair escaping from his hair tie. You’d wager it’d hit around his waist if it were let down loose though you’ve never seen it yourself. Rumor has it, the only reason he’s grown it out so long is because he dislikes dealing with hair dressers. And, given his deep hatred of small talk, you’d be inclined to believe it. //It’s definitely more believable than some of the other rumors anyway.//<<else>>Poised at her desk sits your boss of the last few years. As usual, she’s dressed in a crisp, black suit, free of so much as a single wrinkle, striped tie arranged precisely, shoes unseen under her desk but you have no doubt that they’re polished to perfection as well. She truly does appear every inch the proper business woman she claims to be despite the illicit nature of her work. With not even a hair out of place, the short style she keeps it in, straight strands as black as night, always combed back just so. You’ve never seen it messy once.<</if>> As you stand and wait, $vhe barely spares you a glance, more focused on $vhis work than anything else. The rapid fire clacking of $vhis pale, slender fingers on the keyboard the only sound that fills the air, $vmr Zhang not even bothering to give you the time of day until $vhes finished up whatever $vhes working on. After a long moment, $vhe finally looks up at you and simply raises a single eyebrow, high cheekbones, sharp jawline, and narrowed honey brown gaze only further accentuating the impatient look. //"Go on then, I don’t have all day"// $vhe practically screams with every fiber of $vhis being. *<<link "//Right to the chase then.// “$vmr Zhang, I’d like to request some information.”" "chap2.10whov3">><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><</link>> *<<link "“I could really use your help with something $vmr Zhang.” You ask, allowing a portion of the desperation and fear you’ve been trying to ignore seep through." "chap2.10whov3">><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><</link>> *<<link "“I know you likely don’t have much time for this $vmr Zhang but…” //Maybe this was a bad idea, $vhes probably too busy to help.//" "chap2.10whov3">><<set $pessimistic to Math.round($pessimistic * 1.05)>><<set $optimistic to 100 - $pessimistic>><</link>> *<<link "“There’s… a personal matter I could use your assistance with.” You state, choosing your words carefully." "chap2.10whov3">><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><</link>> *<<link "“I think someone wants me dead.” You blurt out. //Well, shit fucking crap. That’s not what you meant to say.//" "chap2.10whovoops">><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><</link>>

"Yes? What do you need precisely $mmr $lname?" $vHe asks calmly, meeting your eyes for the first time since you walked into $vhis office. If you didn’t already know that $vmr Zhang was a fairly patient person, that cold stare of $vhers and stern face would make you think you were in deep shit. "I need some information on a person, but I only have a description to go off of. No name." $vmr Zhang hums in reply, one elegant hand holding $vhis chin, eyebrows furrowed in thought. "Not ideal but… Give me the description. I’ll see what I can do." *<<link "“Seriously? Thank you so much $vmr Zhang! I’ll owe you one!” You reply, beaming at $vhim." "chap2.10whov4">><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><</link>> *<<link "“Thank you.” You respond succinctly but sincerely." "chap2.10whov4">><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><</link>> *<<link "“What do I owe you for this?” You //seriously// doubt $vhes doing this for free." "chap2.10whov4">><<set $pessimistic to Math.round($pessimistic * 1.05)>><<set $optimistic to 100 - $pessimistic>><</link>> *<<link "“Thank you for being //so// very magnanimous with your time $vmr Zhang.” You reply with an eye roll, not that you think $vhe noticed." "chap2.10whov4">><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><</link>> *<<link "“Cool. Great. Can we get a move on then?” You ask, tapping your foot against the floor." "chap2.10whov4">><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><</link>>

<<set $vrel += 5>><<set $voops to 1>><<set $vconcern += 1>>"What? $mmr $lname? Are you all right?" $vmr Zhang looks genuinely startled, a sight you’ve never seen before, eyes wide and brows scrunched together in way that’d be funny if you weren’t so fucked. "Do you need assistance? I can contact security if—" "Ah, no! No, I mean… that is to say—I was just, you know, exaggerating. It’s really not that serious. I just need some information is all. On someone. Who may or may not be dangerous." You give the most unconvincing, uncomfortable laugh of your lifetime that you’re sure wouldn’t convince the most naive person on the plant. //Please be too polite to call out this bullshit, boss.// "If you’re certain… Remember we have a number of personnel in the security department if you do require assistance. Employee security is a high priority here at VZSystems." "I know, I know. Sorry about that. If we could get back on track." Still visibly concerned but seemingly—thankfully—unwilling to press the matter $vmr Zhang asks, "What is it that you need precisely $mmr $lname?" "I need some information on a person, but I only have a description to go off of. No name." $vmr Zhang hums in reply, one hand holding $vhis chin, eyebrows furrowed in thought. "Not ideal but… Give me the description. I’ll see what I can do." *<<link "“Seriously? Thank you so much $vmr Zhang! I’ll owe you one!” You reply, beaming at $vhim." "chap2.10whovoops2">><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><</link>> *<<link "“Thank you.” You respond succinctly but sincerely." "chap2.10whovoops2">><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><</link>> *<<link "“What do I owe you for this?” You //seriously// doubt $vhes doing this for free." "chap2.10whovoops2">><<set $pessimistic to Math.round($pessimistic * 1.05)>><<set $optimistic to 100 - $pessimistic>><</link>> *<<link "“Thank you for being //so// very magnanimous with your time $vmr Zhang.” You reply with an eye roll, not that you think $vhe noticed." "chap2.10whovoops2">><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><</link>> *<<link "“Cool. Great. Can we get a move on then?” You ask, tapping your foot against the floor." "chap2.10whovoops2">><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><</link>>

"Then, I’ll need your assistance with reorganizing the files Ms. Ingram has submitted. They are… not properly sorted." "She //still// hasn’t gotten a hang of the system yet?" //That figures.// "Probably thinks her method is better or something, huh?" Based on the pinched look on $vmr Zhang’s face you hit the nail on the head. "You can stay late today or come in on a day off. I will, of course, compensate you appropriately. The files will be sent to your email shortly." $vHe taps a quick message out on $vhis computer, likely writing up the email in question. "If I may, why do you need information on this individual exactly? You mentioned them being dangerous, are you sure you are not in any danger yourself?" //Right. That. The question you’ve been dreading. You can’t mess up again. Luckily, you’ve had some time to think up a response.// *<<link "“I just think… they’re someone I may want to watch out for.” You reply, not wanting to lie yet still trying not to give too much away." "chap2.10whov5">><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><</link>> *<<link "“I think they might be planning to hurt me—I mean, that is, someone I know.” //Smooth going $fname.// You have to physically stop yourself from facepalming." "chap2.10whov5">><<set $voops to 2>><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><</link>> *<<link "You hum thoughtfully. “They might be dangerous. I’m not //entirely// sure. That’s why I want to learn more about them first.”" "chap2.10whov5">><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><</link>> *<<link "“I ran into them recently. Just want to know if I should be cautious of them or not.” You say, careful to skirt the truth." "chap2.10whov5">><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><</link>> *<<link "“Just curious. It’s really not anything serious.” You lie through your teeth with a smile." "chap2.10whov5">><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><</link>> *<<link "“I think they’re going to kill me. Try to kill me. And maybe you too.” You blurt out honestly. //Too// honestly. //Walk that back. Walk that fucking back! Why are you like this!?//" "chap2.10whov5">><<set $voops to 2>><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><<set $mental -= 5>><</link>>

<<if $voops is 2>><<set $vrel += 5>>$vmr Zhang is now visibly frowning—wearing an almost constipated look on $vhis face which would be funny in any other situation but just feels panic inducing now—and looks seconds away from jumping out of $vhis chair and dragging you to the nearest security guard. Which is… not what you wanted. //Shit.// "Are you… certain you’re all right $mmr $lname?" $vmr Zhang asks gently, quietly. "I know you said you were simply exaggerating, but, if you truly are in danger, it would be no trouble to get a member of the security staff to escort you to and from work. It’s the least I can do." "No, no." You wave off $vhis concern. "It’s not that serious. I //was// just exaggerating really." //Though, maybe having a guard tail you isn’t the worst idea… But, then again, if someone got killed because of you. No. You can’t.// Seems you aren’t nearly as convincing as you hoped seeing as $vmr Zhang still has that same concerned look marring $vhis face. "Well, if you’re truly certain. Let me know if the circumstances change. Immediately. Employee safety is no laughing matter $mmr $lname." "Will do $vmr Zhang."<br><br><<elseif $vconcern is 1>><<set $vrel += 5>>$vmr Zhang is now visibly frowning, brows drawn in concern. Which is… not what you wanted. //Shit.// "Are you all right $mmr $lname? If you feel endangered, I could get a member of the security staff to escort you to and from work." "No, no." You wave off $vhis concern. "It’s not that serious. I was just exaggerating really." //Though, maybe having a guard tail you isn’t the worst idea… But, then again, if someone got killed because of you. No. You can’t.// Seems you weren’t as convincing as you thought seeing as $vmr Zhang still has that vaguely constipated look on $vhis face. "If you’re certain. Let me know if the circumstances change. Employee safety is of the upmost importance." "Will do $vmr Zhang."<br><br><</if>>"Then, if you would please, give me a brief description of the individual in question. I will try to get back to you shortly." $vHe says, clearing wanting to ask more—pry deeper—but seeming to decide against it. "A man. In his mid to late twenties, Caucasian, on the taller side—maybe six foot? He had shoulder length wavy hair, either black or dark brown. Pale eyes, green or blue I’d guess. Scar on his right cheek going up from his jaw. Thin, but not scrawny. And… I think that about covers it." You say, once more thankful for your good memory. $vmr Zhang seemed to pause somewhere in the middle of your description, seeming thoughtful. "Did this man wear a bright red coat?" "Yes! Do you know who he is?" "Most likely. I believe you are describing Mr. August Astaire. I have a file on him you may borrow. However, I must warn you $mmr $lname, Mr. Astaire is a very… volatile person. I, unfortunately, do not have as much on him as I would like. He tends to be careful in his dealings. Which is all the more reason why I would not recommend involving yourself with him."<<set $knowaugust to 1>> "I understand $vmr Zhang. Thank you for your assistance. I appreciate it." //Volatile, huh? That much is clear but if even $vmr Zhang doesn’t have much on him… Just who are you August? Who are you working for?// Carding $vhis fingers through the files in the cabinet behind $vhim, $vmr Zhang quickly locates and pulls out the file you need. It’s… pretty thin, but you already assumed as much. Regardless, it’s a hell of a lot more than you had before so you’ll take it. //Not going to enjoy the overtime though.// You take the manila folder, helpfully labeled "Astaire, August" from $vmr Zhang with a polite smile. $vmr Zhang nods in response and gets back to work on $vhis computer. Taking the dismissal for what it clearly is, you turn to leave but only manage to get half way out the door before your boss is calling you back. "Oh, and $mmr $lname? I’ve sent the email with the aforementioned files to be organized. Please do let me know when you’d like to work on that." //Of course.// "Will do $vsir." Heading back to your desk, you rush back to your chair, slim folder clutched in hand. Though, before you get to opening it, your mind can’t help but linger on $vmr Zhang. Having worked here for a while now, you’ve come to think of $vhim as… *<<link "The scariest motherfucker you’ve ever met by sheer presence alone. $vHe could just look at you the right way and you’d know you’re fucked. Just thinking about //that// expression gives you shivers." "chap2.10whov6">><<set $vrel += 15>><</link>> *<<link "The scariest motherfucker you’ve ever met by sheer presence alone. Also unbelievably hot. Like //damn//, if $vhe wasn’t your boss… $flirt_label" "chap2.10whov6">><<set $vrel += 25>><<set $vro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "Fine. Strict, and a bit of a hardass but you could do a hell of a lot worse as far as employers go." "chap2.10whov6">><<set $vrel += 30>><</link>> *<<link "Secretly a softie. It’s clear through the way $vhe treats you and your coworkers that $vhe genuinely cares about you all, $vhes just not the best at expressing it." "chap2.10whov6">><<set $vrel += 40>><</link>> *<<link "Wonderful. Gorgeous. Intelligent. Perfect. Amazing. Incredible. And quite possibly the love of your life. Okay, maybe that’s a bit much, but you get the point. $flirt_label" "chap2.10whov6">><<set $vrel += 50>><<set $vro += 1>><</link>>

"Then, I’ll need your assistance with reorganizing the files Ms. Ingram has submitted. They are… not properly sorted." "She //still// hasn’t gotten a hang of the system yet?" //That figures.// "Probably thinks her method is better or something, huh?" Based on the pinched look on $vmr Zhang’s face you hit the nail on the head. "You can stay late today or come in on a day off. I will, of course, compensate you appropriately. The files will be sent to your email shortly." $vHe taps a quick message out on $vhis computer, likely writing up the email in question. "If I may, why do you need information on this individual exactly?" //Right. That. The question you’ve been dreading. Luckily, you’ve had some time to think up a response.// *<<link "“I just think… they’re someone I may want to watch out for.” You reply, not wanting to lie yet still trying not to give too much away." "chap2.10whov5">><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><</link>> *<<link "“I think they might be planning to hurt me—I mean, that is, someone I know.” //Smooth going $fname.// You have to physically stop yourself from facepalming." "chap2.10whov5">><<set $vconcern to 1>><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><</link>> *<<link "You hum thoughtfully. “They might be dangerous. I’m not //entirely// sure. That’s why I want to learn more about them first.”" "chap2.10whov5">><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><</link>> *<<link "“I ran into them recently. Just want to know if I should be cautious of them or not.” You say, careful to skirt the truth." "chap2.10whov5">><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><</link>> *<<link "“Just curious. It’s really not anything serious.” You lie through your teeth with a smile." "chap2.10whov5">><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><</link>> *<<link "“I think they’re going to kill me. Try to kill me. And maybe you too.” You blurt out honestly. //Too// honestly. //Walk that back. Walk that fucking back! Why are you like this!?//" "chap2.10whov5">><<set $vconcern to 1>><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><<set $mental -= 5>><</link>>

<<if settings.notifications>><<notify 3s>>New Profile Avaliable!<</notify>><</if>><<set $metv to 1>>But that’s enough thinking of your boss, you have a hitman to find. Here’s hoping $vmr Zhang’s folder has enough information for you to go off of. Cracking open the folder you find... not much. It’s pretty much just his name, a single photo—albeit a very good quality one, basic description, and some information about places he’s known to conduct "consultations for his or his boss’s services" as $vmr Zhang puts it. Notably, there’s nothing on what those services //are// exactly. There’s some other odds and ends, but that’s the bulk of it. It’d be nice to have more to work with, but you’ll take what you can get. The locations are probably your best bet, and, with a quick scan down the list, you notice a name that seems awfully familiar. //Pyre.// Or Club Pyre as it’s properly known. A nightclub located downtown. You’d bet your life savings that the club was what he was referring to when he said it before. Seems like you have the lead you need. Now, you just have to go and find him, or, at least, people who know him. Find out who he works for, why they’ve got a hit out on you. Setting the folder down on your desk you resign yourself to spending the rest of your work day answering the occasional email when you notice someone looking at you. Turning to look, you see your coworker, Amara, who sits at the desk adjacent to yours. Her shoulder length black hair falling in tight curls around her head, warm dark brown skin, brown eyes that shine with mirth, and a bright wide grin that belied the sharp, intelligent young woman underneath it all that is Amara Ingram. Hacker. Engineer. Programmer. And with a knack for the social side of the job to boot. She’s been a huge asset to the company since she’s was hired a couple months ago. Not to say things weren’t going well before, they were, it just feels like comparing an old, well-maintained vehicle to a state of the art sports car with all the newest features. One's clearly just a //bit// better than the other. Personally, you think she seems… *<<link "Nice, someone you could see yourself becoming good friends with." "chap2.10whov7">><<set $airel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "Cool, you wouldn’t mind getting to know her better." "chap2.10whov7">><<set $airel to 20>><</link>> *<<link "Fine. You don’t know her well enough to have much of an opinion yet." "chap2.10whov7">><<set $airel to 10>><</link>> *<<link "Amazing. She’s smart, skilled, and pretty to boot. You might have a slight crush on her but that’s neither here nor there. $flirt_label" "chap2.10whov7">><<set $airel to 30>><<set $airo to 1>><</link>> *<<link "Kind of annoying honestly. She acts like a bit of a showoff." "chap2.10whov7">><<set $airel to 5>><</link>>

<<if settings.notifications>><<notify 3s>>New Profile Avaliable!<</notify>><</if>><<set $metamara to 1>><<set $vnick to "$vmr Zhang">>Giving a wave when your eyes meet, she leans a bit closer to you. "Sooo," she says, drawing out the word, "I noticed you were busy and didn’t wanna ask right away but… what did you talk to the boss about? I mean, if you’re cool with me asking?" "Ah, just a personal thing. I wanted some information on someone. Figured $vmr Zhang would be a good person to ask for that." "Oh, I see, I see. Well, if you need any further help, feel free to ask! I have a little piece of software I’ve been working on that could be useful." "I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks Amara." "No problem! Better get back to work now. Wouldn’t want the boss to catch me slacking." Amara replies, spinning in her office chair before getting back to her desktop. You do the same, as much as you’d like to get further into your investigation, you //do// actually still have to work. Especially since you’ve also agreed to do overtime in exchange for $vmr Zhang’s info. Club Pyre and August will have to wait for your next day off. <span class="next"><<button "For now, emails." "chap3open">><</button>></span>

Sitting at a desk adjacent to yours is the woman in question. Her shoulder length black hair falling in tight curls around her head, warm dark brown skin, brown eyes that shine with mirth, and a bright wide grin that belied the sharp, intelligent young woman underneath it all that is Amara Ingram. Hacker. Engineer. Programmer. And with a knack for the social side of the job to boot. She’s been a huge asset to the company since she’s was hired a couple months ago. Not to say things weren’t going well before, they were, it just feels like comparing an old, well-maintained vehicle to a state of the art sports car with all the newest features. One's clearly just a //bit// better than the other. Needless to say, she’s definitely more than capable of getting the information you need. And with how friendly she’s been the few times you’ve talked, you’re fairly sure all you have to do is ask. Though, personally, you think she seems… *<<link "Nice, someone you could see yourself becoming good friends with." "chap2.10pyream2">><<set $airel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "Cool, you wouldn’t mind getting to know her better." "chap2.10pyream2">><<set $airel to 20>><</link>> *<<link "Fine. You don’t know her well enough to have much of an opinion yet." "chap2.10pyream2">><<set $airel to 10>><</link>> *<<link "Amazing. She’s smart, skilled, and pretty to boot. You might have a slight crush on her but that’s neither here nor there. $flirt_label" "chap2.10pyream2">><<set $airel to 30>><<set $airo to 1>><</link>> *<<link "Kind of annoying honestly. She acts like a bit of a showoff." "chap2.10pyream2">><<set $airel to 5>><</link>>

<<if $apyreresearch is 1>>"No biggie. I’ll let you know if I find anything later."<<else>>"Okay, well, you know where to find me if you change your mind."<</if>> "Got it. I’ll see you later Amara." You reply, about to get up and head back to your desk, when you notice something out of the corner of your eye. Or, rather, //someone//. <<if $airel gte 20>>Your boss. //Uh-oh//. Hopefully you and Amara don’t get a talking to for slacking off. You //have// actually finished your work after all. And you’re pretty sure Amara has too.<<else>>Your boss. //Uh-oh//. Hopefully you don’t get a talking to for slacking off. You //have// actually finished your work after all.<</if>> Having spotted the two of you, standing a few feet away, one single defined eyebrow raised in question and a vague look of annoyance is… *<<link "Victor Zhang. A clean, sharp dressed man as well as one of the criminal underworld’s leading info brokers and acclaimed entrepreneur at only 31 years of age." "chap2.10pyream4">><<set $vname to $v_name[1]>><<set $vgen to $v_gender[1]>><<set $vGen to $v_Gender[1]>><<set $vperson to $v_person[1]>><<set $vpeople to $v_people[1]>><<set $vsir to $v_sir[1]>><<set $vSir to $v_Sir[1]>><<set $vmr to $v_mr[1]>><<set $vhe to $v_he[1]>><<set $vHe to $v_He[1]>><<set $vhim to $v_him[1]>><<set $vHim to $v_Him[1]>><<set $vhis to $v_his[1]>><<set $vHis to $v_His[1]>><<set $vhers to $v_hers[1]>><<set $vHers to $v_Hers[1]>><<set $vself to $v_self[1]>><<set $vSelf to $v_Self[1]>><<set $vhes to $v_hes[1]>><<set $vHes to $v_Hes[1]>><<set $vhell to $v_hell[1]>><<set $vHell to $v_Hell[1]>><</link>> *<<link "Victoria Zhang. A clean, sharp dressed woman as well as one of the criminal underworld’s leading info brokers and acclaimed entrepreneur at only 31 years of age." "chap2.10pyream4">><<set $vname to $v_name[0]>><<set $vgen to $v_gender[0]>><<set $vGen to $v_Gender[0]>><<set $vperson to $v_person[0]>><<set $vpeople to $v_people[0]>><<set $vsir to $v_sir[0]>><<set $vSir to $v_Sir[0]>><<set $vmr to $v_mr[0]>><<set $vhe to $v_he[0]>><<set $vHe to $v_He[0]>><<set $vhim to $v_him[0]>><<set $vHim to $v_Him[0]>><<set $vhis to $v_his[0]>><<set $vHis to $v_His[0]>><<set $vhers to $v_hers[0]>><<set $vHers to $v_Hers[0]>><<set $vself to $v_self[0]>><<set $vSelf to $v_Self[0]>><<set $vhes to $v_hes[0]>><<set $vHes to $v_Hes[0]>><<set $vhell to $v_hell[0]>><<set $vHell to $v_Hell[0]>><</link>>

<<if $vname is "Victor">>As usual, he’s dressed in a crisp, black suit, striped tie arranged precisely, shoes polished to perfection. He truly does appear every inch the proper business man he claims to be despite the illicit nature of his work. The only thing really setting him apart from others is his long hair, straight strands black as night, and tied back into a neat ponytail, not a hair escaping from his hair tie. You’d wager it’d hit around his waist if it were let down loose though you’ve never seen it yourself. Rumor has it, the only reason he’s grown it out so long is because he dislikes dealing with hair dressers. And, given his deep hatred of small talk, you’d be inclined to believe it. //It’s definitely more believable than some of the other rumors anyway.//<<else>>As usual, she’s dressed in a crisp, black suit, striped tie arranged precisely, shoes polished to perfection. She truly does appear every inch the proper business woman she claims to be despite the illicit nature of her work. With not even a hair out of place, the short style she keeps it in, straight strands as black as night, always combed back just so. You’ve never seen it messy once.<</if>> "Have you two finished your assignments?" $vHe asks, arms crossed as $vhe looks at you. "Yes, $vmr Zhang." You and Amara both chorus. "Good. I will be checking it shortly." //Translation: If you lied, I will know, and I will end you.// "What were both of you doing?" $vHe asks. <<if $airel gte 25>>"Oh, nothing big. $fname just asked if I could help $mhim with a personal thing." Amara says waving her hand dismissively. Unfortunately, $vmr Zhang doesn’t seem to buy it and turns to you instead.<br><br><</if>>"I just wanted to ask Amara if she knew anything about a club I heard about recently." You say, hopefully coming across as casual. "I see." $vHe replies in a tone that makes it clear $vhe doesn’t, and then, turning $vhis attention fully to you says, "If you require further assistance in this matter, you may ask me if you’d like. I may have relevant information Ms. Ingram does not." "Thank you $vmr Zhang. I’ll keep that in mind." You reply. "Good." $vHe says with a nod. "Now, if you are both done, return to your own desk. There may be emails to respond to." And with that, $vhe turns on $vhis heel and walks away, perfectly crisp, straight clothes barely even swishing with the movement. "Thank god $vhes gone. I think I almost pissed myself when I saw $vhim standing there." Amara says, slumping over her desk. "Don’t get me wrong. I like $vmr Zhang, but $vhe can be scary as shit when $vhe wants to be. Hell, I don’t even think $vhe really tries.” "Having worked here for a while now, I can tell you, $vhe probably doesn’t." Despite $vmr Zhang’s intimidating appearance you think $vhes… *<<link "The scariest motherfucker you’ve ever met by sheer presence alone. $vHe could just look at you the right way and you’d know you’re fucked. Just thinking about //that// expression gives you shivers." "chap2.10pyream5">><<set $vrel to 15>><</link>> *<<link "The scariest motherfucker you’ve ever met by sheer presence alone. Also unbelievably hot. Like //damn//, if $vhe wasn’t your boss… $flirt_label" "chap2.10pyream5">><<set $vrel to 25>><<set $vro to 1>><</link>> *<<link "Fine. Strict, and a bit of a hardass but you could do a hell of a lot worse as far as employers go." "chap2.10pyream5">><<set $vrel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "Secretly a softie. It’s clear through the way $vhe treats you and your coworkers that $vhe genuinely cares about you all, $vhes just not the best at expressing it." "chap2.10pyream5">><<set $vrel to 40>><</link>> *<<link "Wonderful. Gorgeous. Intelligent. Perfect. Amazing. Incredible. And quite possibly the love of your life. Okay, maybe that’s a bit much, but you get the point. $flirt_label" "chap2.10pyream5">><<set $vrel to 50>><<set $vro to 1>><</link>>

<<if settings.notifications>><<notify 3s>>New Profile Avaliable!<</notify>><</if>><<set $metv to 1>><<set $vnick to "$vmr Zhang">>But that’s enough thinking of your boss, you should probably get back to work or $vmr Zhang might actually get mad. You’ll continue your investigation using the new information on your next day off. <span class="next"><<button "For now, emails." "chap3open">><</button>></span>

You’re… actually going to do this. Sure, it makes the most sense, logically speaking. But it might also just make things much more complicated for you going forward. Your boss is going to want to know //why// you want this information. And "just because" or some other bullshit isn’t going to fly here. But, well, your life is on the line. Even if saying that directly may be a bad idea—after all, it’s not like you can be upfront about the whole future assassination time travel thing—you’re still going to have to give a //somewhat// decent answer. Dwelling on it any longer won’t do any good. You’ll say whatever you need to say to get the info and deal with any problems later. Right now, you just need to knock on your boss’s door and get this over with. And hopefully not say anything that would get you fired in the process. You stand before the dark mahogany wood door, silver nameplate perfectly straight and centered, and force yourself to knock before you have the chance to psych yourself out of it. "Enter." A smooth, rich voice intones. And enter you do, stepping through the doorway before you’ve even fully registered that you’ve done it. Sitting before you with perfect posture, back straight, hands rested just so on the keyboard in front of them, without a hair out of place, is your boss and owner of VZSystems… *<<link "Victor Zhang. A clean, sharp dressed man as well as one of the criminal underworld’s leading info brokers and acclaimed entrepreneur at only 31 years of age." "chap2.10pyrev2">><<set $vname to $v_name[1]>><<set $vgen to $v_gender[1]>><<set $vGen to $v_Gender[1]>><<set $vperson to $v_person[1]>><<set $vpeople to $v_people[1]>><<set $vsir to $v_sir[1]>><<set $vSir to $v_Sir[1]>><<set $vmr to $v_mr[1]>><<set $vhe to $v_he[1]>><<set $vHe to $v_He[1]>><<set $vhim to $v_him[1]>><<set $vHim to $v_Him[1]>><<set $vhis to $v_his[1]>><<set $vHis to $v_His[1]>><<set $vhers to $v_hers[1]>><<set $vHers to $v_Hers[1]>><<set $vself to $v_self[1]>><<set $vSelf to $v_Self[1]>><<set $vhes to $v_hes[1]>><<set $vHes to $v_Hes[1]>><<set $vhell to $v_hell[1]>><<set $vHell to $v_Hell[1]>><</link>> *<<link "Victoria Zhang. A clean, sharp dressed woman as well as one of the criminal underworld’s leading info brokers and acclaimed entrepreneur at only 31 years of age." "chap2.10pyrev2">><<set $vname to $v_name[0]>><<set $vgen to $v_gender[0]>><<set $vGen to $v_Gender[0]>><<set $vperson to $v_person[0]>><<set $vpeople to $v_people[0]>><<set $vsir to $v_sir[0]>><<set $vSir to $v_Sir[0]>><<set $vmr to $v_mr[0]>><<set $vhe to $v_he[0]>><<set $vHe to $v_He[0]>><<set $vhim to $v_him[0]>><<set $vHim to $v_Him[0]>><<set $vhis to $v_his[0]>><<set $vHis to $v_His[0]>><<set $vhers to $v_hers[0]>><<set $vHers to $v_Hers[0]>><<set $vself to $v_self[0]>><<set $vSelf to $v_Self[0]>><<set $vhes to $v_hes[0]>><<set $vHes to $v_Hes[0]>><<set $vhell to $v_hell[0]>><<set $vHell to $v_Hell[0]>><</link>>

<<if $vname is "Victor">>Poised at his desk sits your boss of the last few years. As usual, he’s dressed in a crisp, black suit, free of so much as a single wrinkle, striped tie arranged precisely, shoes unseen under his desk but you have no doubt that they’re polished to perfection as well. He truly does appear every inch the proper business man he claims to be despite the illicit nature of his work. The only thing really setting him apart from others is his long hair, straight strands black as night, and tied back into a neat ponytail, not a hair escaping from his hair tie. You’d wager it’d hit around his waist if it were let down loose though you’ve never seen it yourself. Rumor has it, the only reason he’s grown it out so long is because he dislikes dealing with hair dressers. And, given his deep hatred of small talk, you’d be inclined to believe it. //It’s definitely more believable than some of the other rumors anyway.//<<else>>Poised at her desk sits your boss of the last few years. As usual, she’s dressed in a crisp, black suit, free of so much as a single wrinkle, striped tie arranged precisely, shoes unseen under her desk but you have no doubt that they’re polished to perfection as well. She truly does appear every inch the proper business woman she claims to be despite the illicit nature of her work. With not even a hair out of place, the short style she keeps it in, straight strands as black as night, always combed back just so. You’ve never seen it messy once.<</if>> As you stand and wait, $vhe barely spares you a glance, more focused on $vhis work than anything else. The rapid fire clacking of $vhis pale, slender fingers on the keyboard the only sound that fills the air, $vmr Zhang not even bothering to give you the time of day until $vhes finished up whatever $vhes working on. After a long moment, $vhe finally looks up at you and simply raises a single eyebrow, high cheekbones, sharp jawline, and narrowed honey brown gaze only further accentuating the impatient look. //"Go on then, I don’t have all day"// $vhe practically screams with every fiber of $vhis being. *<<link "//Right to the chase then.// “$vmr Zhang, I’d like to request some information.”" "chap2.10pyrev3">><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><</link>> *<<link "“I could really use your help with something $vmr Zhang.” You ask, allowing a portion of the desperation and fear you’ve been trying to ignore seep through." "chap2.10pyrev3">><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><</link>> *<<link "“I know you likely don’t have much time for this $vmr Zhang but…” //Maybe this was a bad idea, $vhes probably too busy to help.//" "chap2.10pyrev3">><<set $pessimistic to Math.round($pessimistic * 1.05)>><<set $optimistic to 100 - $pessimistic>><</link>> *<<link "“There’s… a personal matter I could use your assistance with.” You state, choosing your words carefully." "chap2.10pyrev3">><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><</link>> *<<link "“I think someone wants me dead.” You blurt out. //Well, shit fucking crap. That’s not what you meant to say.//" "chap2.10pyrevoops">><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><</link>>

"Yes? What do you need precisely $mmr $lname?" $vHe asks calmly, meeting your eyes for the first time since you walked into $vhis office. If you didn’t already know that $vmr Zhang was a fairly patient person, that cold stare of $vhers and stern face would make you think you were in deep shit. "I need some information on a nightclub I recently heard about, Club Pyre." $vmr Zhang hums in reply, one elegant hand holding $vhis chin, eyebrows furrowed in thought. "All right, I’ll see what I can do." *<<link "“Seriously? Thank you so much $vmr Zhang! I’ll owe you one!” You reply, beaming at $vhim." "chap2.10pyrev4">><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><</link>> *<<link "“Thank you.” You respond succinctly but sincerely." "chap2.10pyrev4">><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><</link>> *<<link "“What do I owe you for this?” You //seriously// doubt $vhes doing this for free." "chap2.10pyrev4">><<set $pessimistic to Math.round($pessimistic * 1.05)>><<set $optimistic to 100 - $pessimistic>><</link>> *<<link "“Thank you for being //so// very magnanimous with your time $vmr Zhang.” You reply with an eye roll, not that you think $vhe noticed." "chap2.10pyrev4">><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><</link>> *<<link "“Cool. Great. Can we get a move on then?” You ask, tapping your foot against the floor." "chap2.10pyrev4">><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><</link>>

<<set $vrel += 5>><<set $voops to 1>><<set $vconcern += 1>>"What? $mmr $lname? Are you all right?" $vmr Zhang looks genuinely startled, a sight you’ve never seen before, eyes wide and brows scrunched together in way that’d be funny if you weren’t so fucked. "Do you need assistance? I can contact security if—" "Ah, no! No, I mean… that is to say—I was just, you know, exaggerating. It’s really not that serious. I just need some information is all. On a place. Which may or may not be involved in some illegal business." You give the most unconvincing, uncomfortable laugh of your lifetime that you’re sure wouldn’t convince the most naive person on the plant. //Please be too polite to call out this bullshit, boss.// "If you’re certain… Remember we have a number of personnel in the security department if you do require assistance. Employee security is a high priority here at VZSystems." "I know, I know. Sorry about that. If we could get back on track." Still visibly concerned but seemingly—thankfully—unwilling to press the matter $vmr Zhang asks, "What is it that you need precisely $mmr $lname?" "I need some information on a nightclub I recently heard about, Club Pyre." $vmr Zhang hums in reply, one hand holding $vhis chin, eyebrows furrowed in thought. "All right, I’ll see what I can do." *<<link "“Seriously? Thank you so much $vmr Zhang! I’ll owe you one!” You reply, beaming at $vhim." "chap2.10pyrevoops2">><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><</link>> *<<link "“Thank you.” You respond succinctly but sincerely." "chap2.10pyrevoops2">><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><</link>> *<<link "“What do I owe you for this?” You //seriously// doubt $vhes doing this for free." "chap2.10pyrevoops2">><<set $pessimistic to Math.round($pessimistic * 1.05)>><<set $optimistic to 100 - $pessimistic>><</link>> *<<link "“Thank you for being //so// very magnanimous with your time $vmr Zhang.” You reply with an eye roll, not that you think $vhe noticed." "chap2.10pyrevoops2">><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><</link>> *<<link "“Cool. Great. Can we get a move on then?” You ask, tapping your foot against the floor." "chap2.10pyrevoops2">><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><</link>>

"Then, I’ll need your assistance with reorganizing the files Ms. Ingram has submitted. They are… not properly sorted." "She //still// hasn’t gotten a hang of the system yet?" //That figures.// "Probably thinks her method is better or something, huh?" Based on the pinched look on $vmr Zhang’s face you hit the nail on the head. "You can stay late today or come in on a day off. I will, of course, compensate you appropriately. The files will be sent to your email shortly." $vHe taps a quick message out on $vhis computer, likely writing up the email in question. "If I may, why do you need information on this nightclub exactly? You mentioned it having illicit activities occurring there, are you sure you are not putting yourself in any danger?" //Right. That. The question you’ve been dreading. You can’t mess up again. Luckily, you’ve had some time to think up a response.// *<<link "“I heard about it in passing. Wanted to know if it was safe to visit.” You reply, trying not to give too much away." "chap2.10pyrev5">><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><</link>> *<<link "“Oh, no, I’m definitely putting myself in danger. But, I mean, I’ll be fine. Surely.” //Smooth going $fname.// You have to physically stop yourself from facepalming." "chap2.10pyrev5">><<set $voops to 2>><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><</link>> *<<link "“A… friend mentioned the place to me. It seemed suspicious. I just want to know if I should warn my friend or not.” You bend the truth, the best lies are always close to it after all." "chap2.10pyrev5">><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><</link>> *<<link "“Just felt like going clubbing. Wanted to see if the place is legit or not first is all.” You lie through your teeth." "chap2.10pyrev5">><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><</link>>

"Then, I’ll need your assistance with reorganizing the files Ms. Ingram has submitted. They are… not properly sorted." "She //still// hasn’t gotten a hang of the system yet?" //That figures.// "Probably thinks her method is better or something, huh?" Based on the pinched look on $vmr Zhang’s face you hit the nail on the head. "You can stay late today or come in on a day off. I will, of course, compensate you appropriately. The files will be sent to your email shortly." $vHe taps a quick message out on $vhis computer, likely writing up the email in question. "If I may, why do you need information on this nightclub exactly?" //Right. That. The question you’ve been dreading. Luckily, you’ve had some time to think up a response.// *<<link "“I heard about it in passing. Wanted to know if it was safe to visit.” You reply, trying not to give too much away." "chap2.10pyrev5">><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><</link>> *<<link "“Oh, no, I’m definitely putting myself in danger. But, I mean, I’ll be fine. Surely.” //Smooth going $fname.// You have to physically stop yourself from facepalming." "chap2.10pyrev5">><<set $vconcern to 1>><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><</link>> *<<link "“A… friend mentioned the place to me. It seemed suspicious. I just want to know if I should warn my friend or not.” You bend the truth, the best lies are always close to it after all." "chap2.10pyrev5">><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><</link>> *<<link "“Just felt like going clubbing. Wanted to see if the place is legit or not first is all.” You lie through your teeth." "chap2.10pyrev5">><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><</link>>

<<if $voops is 2>><<set $vrel += 5>>$vmr Zhang is now visibly frowning—wearing an almost constipated look on $vhis face which would be funny in any other situation but just feels panic inducing now—and looks seconds away from jumping out of $vhis chair and dragging you to the nearest security guard. Which is… not what you wanted. //Shit.// "Are you… certain you’re all right $mmr $lname?" $vmr Zhang asks gently, quietly. "I know you said you were simply exaggerating, but, if you truly are in danger, it would be no trouble to get a member of the security staff to escort you to and from work. It’s the least I can do." "No, no." You wave off $vhis concern. "It’s not that serious. I //was// just exaggerating really." //Though, maybe having a guard tail you isn’t the worst idea… But, then again, if someone got killed because of you. No. You can’t.// Seems you aren’t nearly as convincing as you hoped seeing as $vmr Zhang still has that same concerned look marring $vhis face. "Well, if you’re truly certain. Let me know if the circumstances change. Immediately. Employee safety is no laughing matter $mmr $lname." "Will do $vmr Zhang."<br><br><<elseif $vconcern is 1>><<set $vrel += 5>>$vmr Zhang is now visibly frowning, brows drawn in concern. Which is… not what you wanted. //Shit.// "Are you all right $mmr $lname? If you feel endangered, I could get a member of the security staff to escort you to and from work." "No, no." You wave off $vhis concern. "It’s not that serious. I was just exaggerating really." //Though, maybe having a guard tail you isn’t the worst idea… But, then again, if someone got killed because of you. No. You can’t.// Seems you weren’t as convincing as you thought seeing as $vmr Zhang still has that vaguely constipated look on $vhis face. "If you’re certain. Let me know if the circumstances change. Employee safety is of the upmost importance." "Will do $vmr Zhang."<br><br><</if>>"Then, Club Pyre was it? I’ve heard of it. I believe I may have a small file on the location as it is indeed related to some illicit activities and unsavory individuals. Be careful if you go." $vHe says, clearing wanting to ask more on why you’re so interested in the nightclub—pry deeper—but seeming to decide against it. "I understand. That’s fine. Any information you have would be a big help." You reply. $vmr Zhang nods, carding $vhis fingers through the files in the cabinet behind $vhim, $vhe quickly locates and pulls out the file you need. It’s… pretty thin, but $vhe already said as much. Regardless, it’s probably a hell of a lot more than you had before so you’ll take it. //Not going to enjoy the overtime though.// You take the manila folder, helpfully labeled "Club Pyre" from $vmr Zhang with a polite smile. $vmr Zhang nods in response and gets back to work on $vhis computer. Taking the dismissal for what it clearly is, you turn to leave but only manage to get half way out the door before your boss is calling you back. "Oh, and $mmr $lname? I’ve sent the email with the aforementioned files to be organized. Please do let me know when you’d like to work on that." //Of course.// "Will do $vsir." Heading back to your desk, you rush back to your chair, slim folder clutched in hand. Though, before you get to opening it, your mind can’t help but linger on $vmr Zhang. Having worked here for a while now, you’ve come to think of $vhim as… *<<link "The scariest motherfucker you’ve ever met by sheer presence alone. $vHe could just look at you the right way and you’d know you’re fucked. Just thinking about //that// expression gives you shivers." "chap2.10pyrev6">><<set $vrel += 15>><</link>> *<<link "The scariest motherfucker you’ve ever met by sheer presence alone. Also unbelievably hot. Like //damn//, if $vhe wasn’t your boss… $flirt_label" "chap2.10pyrev6">><<set $vrel += 25>><<set $vro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "Fine. Strict, and a bit of a hardass but you could do a hell of a lot worse as far as employers go." "chap2.10pyrev6">><<set $vrel += 30>><</link>> *<<link "Secretly a softie. It’s clear through the way $vhe treats you and your coworkers that $vhe genuinely cares about you all, $vhes just not the best at expressing it." "chap2.10pyrev6">><<set $vrel += 40>><</link>> *<<link "Wonderful. Gorgeous. Intelligent. Perfect. Amazing. Incredible. And quite possibly the love of your life. Okay, maybe that’s a bit much, but you get the point. $flirt_label" "chap2.10pyrev6">><<set $vrel += 50>><<set $vro += 1>><</link>>

<<if settings.notifications>><<notify 3s>>New Profile Avaliable!<</notify>><</if>><<set $metv to 1>>But that’s enough thinking of your boss, you have some reading to do. Here’s hoping $vmr Zhang’s folder has the information you’re looking for. Cracking open the folder you find... not much. It’s pretty much just the club’s name, address, the club’s owner one Jonathan Miller (which $vmr Zhang has noted as almost definitely being fake), a few photos of the club—both inside and out to give a decent idea of the layout, and some information about the less than legal dealings along with a few names of those involved. <<set $jonmiller to 1>> There’s nothing too shocking listed there. Drug deals, selling to minors, and suspected human trafficking—no hard evidence on that one. The drugs seem their biggest market, with the names of some individuals who sell there. None of the names or their photos ring a bell, unfortunately. Or so you think, until then you see it. The same photo from the website of your assassin. There’s not much on him, just his name—August Astaire—and that he’s connected to the club as a place he meets "clients for consultations of his or his boss’s services" as $vmr Zhang puts it. Notably, there’s nothing on what those services //are// exactly. <<set $knowaugust to 1>> There’s some other odds and ends, but that’s the bulk of it. It’d be nice to have more to work with, but you’ll take what you can get. Either way, it seems like you have the lead you need. You were already pretty convinced Club Pyre was where you needed to go based on your own research, but now you know for sure. All that's left is to go and find him, or, at least, people who know him. Find out who he works for, why they’ve got a hit out on you. Setting the folder down on your desk you resign yourself to spending the rest of your work day answering the occasional email when you notice someone looking at you. Turning to look, you see your coworker, Amara, who sits at the desk adjacent to yours. Her shoulder length black hair falling in tight curls around her head, warm dark brown skin, brown eyes that shine with mirth, and a bright wide grin that belied the sharp, intelligent young woman underneath it all that is Amara Ingram. Hacker. Engineer. Programmer. And with a knack for the social side of the job to boot. She’s been a huge asset to the company since she’s was hired a couple months ago. Not to say things weren’t going well before, they were, it just feels like comparing an old, well-maintained vehicle to a state of the art sports car with all the newest features. One's clearly just a //bit// better than the other. Personally, you think she seems… *<<link "Nice, someone you could see yourself becoming good friends with." "chap2.10pyrev7">><<set $airel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "Cool, you wouldn’t mind getting to know her better." "chap2.10whov7">><<set $airel to 20>><</link>> *<<link "Fine. You don’t know her well enough to have much of an opinion yet." "chap2.10pyrev7">><<set $airel to 10>><</link>> *<<link "Amazing. She’s smart, skilled, and pretty to boot. You might have a slight crush on her but that’s neither here nor there. $flirt_label" "chap2.10pyrev7">><<set $airel to 30>><<set $airo to 1>><</link>> *<<link "Kind of annoying honestly. She acts like a bit of a showoff." "chap2.10pyrev7">><<set $airel to 5>><</link>>

<<if settings.notifications>><<notify 3s>>New Profile Avaliable!<</notify>><</if>><<set $metamara to 1>><<set $vnick to "$vmr Zhang">>Giving a wave when your eyes meet, she leans a bit closer to you. "Sooo," she says, drawing out the word, "I noticed you were busy and didn’t wanna ask right away but… what did you talk to the boss about? I mean, if you’re cool with me asking?" "Ah, just a personal thing. I wanted some information on something. Figured $vmr Zhang would be a good person to ask for that." "Oh, I see, I see. Well, if you need any further help, feel free to ask! I have a little piece of software I’ve been working on that could be useful, depending on //what// that something is anyhow." "I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks Amara." "No problem! Better get back to work now. Wouldn’t want the boss to catch me slacking." Amara replies, spinning in her office chair before getting back to her desktop. You do the same, as much as you’d like to get further into your investigation, you //do// actually still have to work. Especially since you’ve also agreed to do overtime in exchange for $vmr Zhang’s info. Club Pyre and August will have to wait for your next day off. <span class="next"><<button "For now, emails." "chap3open">><</button>></span>

No need to bother your coworkers. Or, have them ask questions you’d rather not answer. Besides, you already have enough information to go off of, considering you now have a place to investigate. You end up staring at your computer screen for a while, waiting for an email to show up for lack of anything better to do. As bored as you are, staring into nothingness is certainly better than typing up any more work reports. Thankfully, your boredom doesn’t last forever. After a few minutes, one of your coworkers blessedly ends up noticing your inactivity and waves you over. Sitting at a desk adjacent to yours is the woman in question. Her shoulder length black hair falling in tight curls around her head, warm dark brown skin, brown eyes that shine with mirth, and a bright wide grin that belied the sharp, intelligent young woman underneath it all that is Amara Ingram. Hacker. Engineer. Programmer. And with a knack for the social side of the job to boot. She’s been a huge asset to the company since she’s was hired a couple months ago. Not to say things weren’t going well before, they were, it just feels like comparing an old, well-maintained vehicle to a state of the art sports car with all the newest features. One's clearly just a //bit// better than the other. Personally, you think she seems… *<<link "Nice, someone you could see yourself becoming good friends with." "chap2.10pyresolo2">><<set $airel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "Cool, you wouldn’t mind getting to know her better." "chap2.10pyresolo2">><<set $airel to 20>><</link>> *<<link "Fine. You don’t know her well enough to have much of an opinion yet." "chap2.10pyresolo2">><<set $airel to 10>><</link>> *<<link "Amazing. She’s smart, skilled, and pretty to boot. You might have a slight crush on her but that’s neither here nor there. $flirt_label" "chap2.10pyresolo2">><<set $airel to 30>><<set $airo to 1>><</link>> *<<link "Kind of annoying honestly. She acts like a bit of a showoff." "chap2.10pyresolo2">><<set $airel to 5>><</link>>

<<if settings.notifications>><<notify 3s>>New Profile Avaliable!<</notify>><</if>><<set $metamara to 1>>"Hey, psst! $fname! You done with your report already?" Amara asks in a mock whisper. "Yep, finished early today. Thankfully. I don’t have anything left to do other than wait for emails." "Lucky. I’ve still got a bit left. Boss’s always on my ass about the filing system. I know we’ve got a set way of doin’ it here but I think with a //few// tweaks it could be //so// much better optimized…" "Yeah, good luck convincing our boss of that. You’re going to need it." "Ugh, yeah I know." Amara slumps in her seat, waving a hand dismissively. "I’ve tried explaining my new idea for filing and sorting docs, but it’s like talking to a brick wall. I mean, honestly, the fact the boss isn’t coughing up splinters given the massive stick shoved up—" With wide eyes and a frantic shushing motion, Amara, thankfully shuts up before her life is cut pitifully short given the person who just exited their private office. <<if $airel gte 20>>//Your boss//. Hopefully, they didn’t hear anything Amara just said, or else she might be in for a bad time.<<else>>//Your boss.// Hopefully you don’t get a talking to for slacking off. You //have// actually finished your work after all.<</if>> Having spotted the two of you, standing a few feet away, one single defined eyebrow raised in question and a vague look of annoyance is… *<<link "Victor Zhang. A clean, sharp dressed man as well as one of the criminal underworld’s leading info brokers and acclaimed entrepreneur at only 31 years of age." "chap2.10solopyre3">><<set $vname to $v_name[1]>><<set $vgen to $v_gender[1]>><<set $vGen to $v_Gender[1]>><<set $vperson to $v_person[1]>><<set $vpeople to $v_people[1]>><<set $vsir to $v_sir[1]>><<set $vSir to $v_Sir[1]>><<set $vmr to $v_mr[1]>><<set $vhe to $v_he[1]>><<set $vHe to $v_He[1]>><<set $vhim to $v_him[1]>><<set $vHim to $v_Him[1]>><<set $vhis to $v_his[1]>><<set $vHis to $v_His[1]>><<set $vhers to $v_hers[1]>><<set $vHers to $v_Hers[1]>><<set $vself to $v_self[1]>><<set $vSelf to $v_Self[1]>><<set $vhes to $v_hes[1]>><<set $vHes to $v_Hes[1]>><<set $vhell to $v_hell[1]>><<set $vHell to $v_Hell[1]>><</link>> *<<link "Victoria Zhang. A clean, sharp dressed woman as well as one of the criminal underworld’s leading info brokers and acclaimed entrepreneur at only 31 years of age." "chap2.10solopyre3">><<set $vname to $v_name[0]>><<set $vgen to $v_gender[0]>><<set $vGen to $v_Gender[0]>><<set $vperson to $v_person[0]>><<set $vpeople to $v_people[0]>><<set $vsir to $v_sir[0]>><<set $vSir to $v_Sir[0]>><<set $vmr to $v_mr[0]>><<set $vhe to $v_he[0]>><<set $vHe to $v_He[0]>><<set $vhim to $v_him[0]>><<set $vHim to $v_Him[0]>><<set $vhis to $v_his[0]>><<set $vHis to $v_His[0]>><<set $vhers to $v_hers[0]>><<set $vHers to $v_Hers[0]>><<set $vself to $v_self[0]>><<set $vSelf to $v_Self[0]>><<set $vhes to $v_hes[0]>><<set $vHes to $v_Hes[0]>><<set $vhell to $v_hell[0]>><<set $vHell to $v_Hell[0]>><</link>>

<<if $vname is "Victor">>As usual, he’s dressed in a crisp, black suit, striped tie arranged precisely, shoes polished to perfection. He truly does appear every inch the proper business man he claims to be despite the illicit nature of his work. The only thing really setting him apart from others is his long hair, straight strands black as night, and tied back into a neat ponytail, not a hair escaping from his hair tie. You’d wager it’d hit around his waist if it were let down loose though you’ve never seen it yourself. Rumor has it, the only reason he’s grown it out so long is because he dislikes dealing with hair dressers. And, given his deep hatred of small talk, you’d be inclined to believe it. //It’s definitely more believable than some of the other rumors anyway.//<<else>>As usual, she’s dressed in a crisp, black suit, striped tie arranged precisely, shoes polished to perfection. She truly does appear every inch the proper business woman she claims to be despite the illicit nature of her work. With not even a hair out of place, the short style she keeps it in, straight strands as black as night, always combed back just so. You’ve never seen it messy once.<</if>> "Have you two finished your assignments?" $vHe asks, arms crossed as $vhe looks at you. "Yes, $vmr Zhang." You and Amara both chorus. //"Thank fuck"//, you hear Amara whisper under her breath. "Good. I will be checking it shortly." //Translation: If you lied, I will know, and I will end you.// "What were both of you doing?" $vHe asks. <<if $airel gte 25>>"Oh, nothing big. $fname and I were just chatting. We’re both done with our work I swear. Scout’s honor!" Amara says with a wink. Unsurprisingly, $vmr Zhang doesn’t seem to buy it and turns to you instead.<br><br><</if>>"We really were just talking. Mostly work related stuff." You reply truthfully. Just, you know, not specifying //which// work stuff. "I see." $vHe replies coolly. "Then, if you are both done, return to your own desk. There may be emails to respond to." And with that, $vhe turns on $vhis heel and walks away, perfectly crisp, straight clothes barely even swishing with the movement. "Thank god $vhes gone. I think I almost pissed myself when I saw $vhim standing there." Amara says, slumping over her desk. "Don’t get me wrong. I like $vmr Zhang, but given, ya’know, what I was sayin’ before. I swear my life just flashed before my eyes." "Yeah, that could’ve been pretty bad." Badmouthing aside, $vmr Zhang does cut a pretty intimidating figure. That being said, you think $vhes… *<<link "The scariest motherfucker you’ve ever met by sheer presence alone. $vHe could just look at you the right way and you’d know you’re fucked. Just thinking about //that// expression gives you shivers." "chap2.10pyresolo4">><<set $vrel to 15>><</link>> *<<link "The scariest motherfucker you’ve ever met by sheer presence alone. Also unbelievably hot. Like //damn//, if $vhe wasn’t your boss… $flirt_label" "chap2.10pyresolo4">><<set $vrel to 25>><<set $vro to 1>><</link>> *<<link "Fine. Strict, and a bit of a hardass but you could do a hell of a lot worse as far as employers go." "chap2.10pyresolo4">><<set $vrel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "Secretly a softie. It’s clear through the way $vhe treats you and your coworkers that $vhe genuinely cares about you all, $vhes just not the best at expressing it." "chap2.10pyresolo4">><<set $vrel to 40>><</link>> *<<link "Wonderful. Gorgeous. Intelligent. Perfect. Amazing. Incredible. And quite possibly the love of your life. Okay, maybe that’s a bit much, but you get the point. $flirt_label" "chap2.10pyresolo4">><<set $vrel to 50>><<set $vro to 1>><</link>>

<<if settings.notifications>><<notify 3s>>New Profile Avaliable!<</notify>><</if>><<set $metv to 1>><<set $vnick to "$vmr Zhang">>But that’s enough thinking of your boss, you should probably get back to work or $vmr Zhang might actually get mad. You’ll continue your investigation using the new information on your next day off. <span class="next"><<button "For now, emails." "chap3open">><</button>></span>

No need to bother your coworkers. You can check out the festival on your own. Besides, it’ll probably be easier to snoop around without anyone else joining you and asking questions you’d rather not answer. For a lack of anything better to do, you end up staring at your computer screen for a while, waiting for an email to show up. As bored as you are, staring into nothingness is certainly better than typing up any more work reports. Thankfully, your boredom doesn’t last forever. After a few minutes, one of your coworkers blessedly ends up noticing your inactivity and waves you over. Sitting at a desk adjacent to yours is the woman in question. Her shoulder length black hair falling in tight curls around her head, warm dark brown skin, brown eyes that shine with mirth, and a bright wide grin that belied the sharp, intelligent young woman underneath it all that is Amara Ingram. Hacker. Engineer. Programmer. And with a knack for the social side of the job to boot. She’s been a huge asset to the company since she’s was hired a couple months ago. Not to say things weren’t going well before, they were, it just feels like comparing an old, well-maintained vehicle to a state of the art sports car with all the newest features. One's clearly just a //bit// better than the other. Personally, you think she seems… *<<link "Nice, someone you could see yourself becoming good friends with." "chap2.10festsolo2">><<set $airel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "Cool, you wouldn’t mind getting to know her better." "chap2.10festsolo2">><<set $airel to 20>><</link>> *<<link "Fine. You don’t know her well enough to have much of an opinion yet." "chap2.10festsolo2">><<set $airel to 10>><</link>> *<<link "Amazing. She’s smart, skilled, and pretty to boot. You might have a slight crush on her but that’s neither here nor there. $flirt_label" "chap2.10festsolo2">><<set $airel to 30>><<set $airo to 1>><</link>> *<<link "Kind of annoying honestly. She acts like a bit of a showoff." "chap2.10festsolo2">><<set $airel to 5>><</link>>

You’re… actually going to do this. You’re going to ask //your boss// on a date. Platonic or otherwise, this feels like a bad idea, and, frankly, one you doubt your boss will agree to. Regardless, dwelling on it any longer won’t do any good. Right now, you just need to knock on the boss’s door and get this over with. And hopefully not say anything that would get you fired in the process. You stand before the dark mahogany wood door, silver nameplate perfectly straight and centered, and force yourself to knock before you have the chance to psych yourself out of it. "Enter." A smooth, rich voice intones. And enter you do, stepping through the doorway before you’ve even fully registered that you’ve done it. Sitting before you with perfect posture, back straight, hands rested just so on the keyboard in front of them, without a hair out of place, is your boss and owner of VZSystems… *<<link "Victor Zhang. A clean, sharp dressed man as well as one of the criminal underworld’s leading info brokers and acclaimed entrepreneur at only 31 years of age." "chap2.10festv2">><<set $vname to $v_name[1]>><<set $vgen to $v_gender[1]>><<set $vGen to $v_Gender[1]>><<set $vperson to $v_person[1]>><<set $vpeople to $v_people[1]>><<set $vsir to $v_sir[1]>><<set $vSir to $v_Sir[1]>><<set $vmr to $v_mr[1]>><<set $vhe to $v_he[1]>><<set $vHe to $v_He[1]>><<set $vhim to $v_him[1]>><<set $vHim to $v_Him[1]>><<set $vhis to $v_his[1]>><<set $vHis to $v_His[1]>><<set $vhers to $v_hers[1]>><<set $vHers to $v_Hers[1]>><<set $vself to $v_self[1]>><<set $vSelf to $v_Self[1]>><<set $vhes to $v_hes[1]>><<set $vHes to $v_Hes[1]>><<set $vhell to $v_hell[1]>><<set $vHell to $v_Hell[1]>><</link>> *<<link "Victoria Zhang. A clean, sharp dressed woman as well as one of the criminal underworld’s leading info brokers and acclaimed entrepreneur at only 31 years of age." "chap2.10festv2">><<set $vname to $v_name[0]>><<set $vgen to $v_gender[0]>><<set $vGen to $v_Gender[0]>><<set $vperson to $v_person[0]>><<set $vpeople to $v_people[0]>><<set $vsir to $v_sir[0]>><<set $vSir to $v_Sir[0]>><<set $vmr to $v_mr[0]>><<set $vhe to $v_he[0]>><<set $vHe to $v_He[0]>><<set $vhim to $v_him[0]>><<set $vHim to $v_Him[0]>><<set $vhis to $v_his[0]>><<set $vHis to $v_His[0]>><<set $vhers to $v_hers[0]>><<set $vHers to $v_Hers[0]>><<set $vself to $v_self[0]>><<set $vSelf to $v_Self[0]>><<set $vhes to $v_hes[0]>><<set $vHes to $v_Hes[0]>><<set $vhell to $v_hell[0]>><<set $vHell to $v_Hell[0]>><</link>>

Sitting at a desk adjacent to yours is the woman in question. Her shoulder length black hair falling in tight curls around her head, warm dark brown skin, brown eyes that shine with mirth, and a bright wide grin that belied the sharp, intelligent young woman underneath it all that is Amara Ingram. Hacker. Engineer. Programmer. And with a knack for the social side of the job to boot. She’s been a huge asset to the company since she’s was hired a couple months ago. Not to say things weren’t going well before, they were, it just feels like comparing an old, well-maintained vehicle to a state of the art sports car with all the newest features. One's clearly just a //bit// better than the other. Personally, you think she seems… *<<link "Nice, someone you could see yourself becoming good friends with." "chap2.10festam2">><<set $airel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "Cool, you wouldn’t mind getting to know her better." "chap2.10festam2">><<set $airel to 20>><</link>> *<<link "Fine. You don’t know her well enough to have much of an opinion yet." "chap2.10festam2">><<set $airel to 10>><</link>> *<<link "Amazing. She’s smart, skilled, and pretty to boot. You might have a slight crush on her but that’s neither here nor there. $flirt_label" "chap2.10festam2">><<set $airel to 30>><<set $airo to 1>><</link>> *<<link "Kind of annoying honestly. She acts like a bit of a showoff." "chap2.10festam2">><<set $airel to 5>><</link>>

"Oooh, yeah! I actually already got a ticket. There’s some artists I really like who’ll be playin’ there. We can totally go together! But, uh, just to be clear—is this a date? Or just a friend thing?" *<<link "“A date. If it’s alright with you.” You reply with a smile. $flirt_label" "chap2.10festam4">><<set $airel += 5>><<set $airo += 1>><<set $musicdate to "amararo">><</link>> *<<link "“Um, that’s… I mean, a date would be—if you’d like we could… Yes, a date would be nice.” You reply, face steadily heating up with each word. $flirt_label" "chap2.10festam4">><<set $airel += 5>><<set $airo += 1>><<set $musicdate to "amararo">><</link>> *<<link "“Just as friends, if that’s cool.” You reply." "chap2.10festam4">><<set $airel += 5>><<set $musicdate to "amarafriend">><</link>> *<<link "“Just as friends. I’m not really interested in dating.” You reply." "chap2.10festam4">><<set $airel += 5>><<set $musicdate to "amarafriend">><<set $mcaro to "isaro">><</link>>

<<if $airel lte 15>>"Really? I’m down. Honestly, I’ve wanted to get to know you better for a while now. Just didn’t think you seemed interested in that." She says, looking pleasantly surprised. "Ah, yeah, sorry. I’m interested. Just haven’t had much time to get to know you outside of work."<<elseif $musicdate is "amararo">>"Of course! That sounds good to me. Ah, I can’t wait. The festival line up is incredible this year! And the company seems pretty nice too." She replies with a playful wink and a grin. "Yeah? Looking forward to it Amara." You say with a smile.<<else>>"Of course! That sounds good to me. Ah, I can’t wait. The festival line up is incredible this year!" She replies with a grin. "Sure does. Looking forward to it Amara." You say with a smile.<</if>> "I’ll see you this weekend then! Oh, and, are we going Saturday or Sunday? Either way, we should meet at the west entrance. It tends to have the shortest line in my experience." "Saturday works best for me. I’ll see you there." You reply, about to get up and head back to your desk, when you notice something out of the corner of your eye. Or, rather, //someone.// <<if $airel gte 20>>Your boss. //Uh-oh//. Hopefully you and Amara don’t get a talking to for slacking off. You //have// actually finished your work after all. And you’re pretty sure Amara has too.<<else>>Your boss. //Uh-oh//. Hopefully you don’t get a talking to for slacking off. You //have// actually finished your work after all.<</if>> Having spotted the two of you, standing a few feet away, one single defined eyebrow raised in question and a vague look of annoyance is… *<<link "Victor Zhang. A clean, sharp dressed man as well as one of the criminal underworld’s leading info brokers and acclaimed entrepreneur at only 31 years of age." "chap2.10festam5">><<set $vname to $v_name[1]>><<set $vgen to $v_gender[1]>><<set $vGen to $v_Gender[1]>><<set $vperson to $v_person[1]>><<set $vpeople to $v_people[1]>><<set $vsir to $v_sir[1]>><<set $vSir to $v_Sir[1]>><<set $vmr to $v_mr[1]>><<set $vhe to $v_he[1]>><<set $vHe to $v_He[1]>><<set $vhim to $v_him[1]>><<set $vHim to $v_Him[1]>><<set $vhis to $v_his[1]>><<set $vHis to $v_His[1]>><<set $vhers to $v_hers[1]>><<set $vHers to $v_Hers[1]>><<set $vself to $v_self[1]>><<set $vSelf to $v_Self[1]>><<set $vhes to $v_hes[1]>><<set $vHes to $v_Hes[1]>><<set $vhell to $v_hell[1]>><<set $vHell to $v_Hell[1]>><</link>> *<<link "Victoria Zhang. A clean, sharp dressed woman as well as one of the criminal underworld’s leading info brokers and acclaimed entrepreneur at only 31 years of age." "chap2.10festam5">><<set $vname to $v_name[0]>><<set $vgen to $v_gender[0]>><<set $vGen to $v_Gender[0]>><<set $vperson to $v_person[0]>><<set $vpeople to $v_people[0]>><<set $vsir to $v_sir[0]>><<set $vSir to $v_Sir[0]>><<set $vmr to $v_mr[0]>><<set $vhe to $v_he[0]>><<set $vHe to $v_He[0]>><<set $vhim to $v_him[0]>><<set $vHim to $v_Him[0]>><<set $vhis to $v_his[0]>><<set $vHis to $v_His[0]>><<set $vhers to $v_hers[0]>><<set $vHers to $v_Hers[0]>><<set $vself to $v_self[0]>><<set $vSelf to $v_Self[0]>><<set $vhes to $v_hes[0]>><<set $vHes to $v_Hes[0]>><<set $vhell to $v_hell[0]>><<set $vHell to $v_Hell[0]>><</link>>

<<if $vname is "Victor">>As usual, he’s dressed in a crisp, black suit, striped tie arranged precisely, shoes polished to perfection. He truly does appear every inch the proper business man he claims to be despite the illicit nature of his work. The only thing really setting him apart from others is his long hair, straight strands black as night, and tied back into a neat ponytail, not a hair escaping from his hair tie. You’d wager it’d hit around his waist if it were let down loose though you’ve never seen it yourself. Rumor has it, the only reason he’s grown it out so long is because he dislikes dealing with hair dressers. And, given his deep hatred of small talk, you’d be inclined to believe it. //It’s definitely more believable than some of the other rumors anyway.//<<else>>As usual, she’s dressed in a crisp, black suit, striped tie arranged precisely, shoes polished to perfection. She truly does appear every inch the proper business woman she claims to be despite the illicit nature of her work. With not even a hair out of place, the short style she keeps it in, straight strands as black as night, always combed back just so. You’ve never seen it messy once.<</if>> "Have you two finished your assignments?" $vHe asks, arms crossed as $vhe looks at you. "Yes, $vmr Zhang." You and Amara both chorus. "Good. I will be checking it shortly." //Translation: If you lied, I will know, and I will end you.// "What were both of you doing?" $vHe asks. <<if $airel gte 25>>"Oh, $fname and I were just makin’ some weekend plans. The annual music fest is coming up, ya’know?" Amara says waving her hand dismissively.<<else>>"We were just making plans to meet up this weekend." You say.<</if>> "I see." $vHe replies coolly. "Then, if you are both done, return to your own desk. There may be emails to respond to." And with that, $vhe turns on $vhis heel and walks away, perfectly crisp, straight clothes barely even swishing with the movement. "Thank god $vhes gone. I think I almost pissed myself when I saw $vhim standing there." Amara says, slumping over her desk. "Don’t get me wrong. I like $vmr Zhang, but $vhe can be scary as shit when $vhe wants to be. Hell, I don’t even think $vhe really tries.” "Having worked here for a while now, I can tell you, $vhe probably doesn’t." Despite $vmr Zhang’s intimidating appearance you think $vhes… *<<link "The scariest motherfucker you’ve ever met by sheer presence alone. $vHe could just look at you the right way and you’d know you’re fucked. Just thinking about //that// expression gives you shivers." "chap2.10festam6">><<set $vrel to 15>><</link>> *<<link "The scariest motherfucker you’ve ever met by sheer presence alone. Also unbelievably hot. Like //damn//, if $vhe wasn’t your boss… $flirt_label" "chap2.10festam6">><<set $vrel to 25>><<set $vro to 1>><</link>> *<<link "Fine. Strict, and a bit of a hardass but you could do a hell of a lot worse as far as employers go." "chap2.10festam6">><<set $vrel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "Secretly a softie. It’s clear through the way $vhe treats you and your coworkers that $vhe genuinely cares about you all, $vhes just not the best at expressing it." "chap2.10festam6">><<set $vrel to 40>><</link>> *<<link "Wonderful. Gorgeous. Intelligent. Perfect. Amazing. Incredible. And quite possibly the love of your life. Okay, maybe that’s a bit much, but you get the point. $flirt_label" "chap2.10festam6">><<set $vrel to 50>><<set $vro to 1>><</link>>

<<if settings.notifications>><<notify 3s>>New Profile Avaliable!<</notify>><</if>><<set $metv to 1>><<set $vnick to "$vmr Zhang">>But that’s enough thinking of your boss, you should probably get back to work or $vmr Zhang might actually get mad. You’ll begin your investigation at the festival this weekend. //Possibly. Maybe.// <span class="next"><<button "For now, emails." "chap3fest">><</button>></span>

<<if $vname is "Victor">>Poised at his desk sits your boss of the last few years. As usual, he’s dressed in a crisp, black suit, free of so much as a single wrinkle, striped tie arranged precisely, shoes unseen under his desk but you have no doubt that they’re polished to perfection as well. He truly does appear every inch the proper business man he claims to be despite the illicit nature of his work. The only thing really setting him apart from others is his long hair, straight strands black as night, and tied back into a neat ponytail, not a hair escaping from his hair tie. You’d wager it’d hit around his waist if it were let down loose though you’ve never seen it yourself. Rumor has it, the only reason he’s grown it out so long is because he dislikes dealing with hair dressers. And, given his deep hatred of small talk, you’d be inclined to believe it. //It’s definitely more believable than some of the other rumors anyway.//<<else>>Poised at her desk sits your boss of the last few years. As usual, she’s dressed in a crisp, black suit, free of so much as a single wrinkle, striped tie arranged precisely, shoes unseen under her desk but you have no doubt that they’re polished to perfection as well. She truly does appear every inch the proper business woman she claims to be despite the illicit nature of her work. With not even a hair out of place, the short style she keeps it in, straight strands as black as night, always combed back just so. You’ve never seen it messy once.<</if>> As you stand and wait, $vhe barely spares you a glance, more focused on $vhis work than anything else. The rapid fire clacking of $vhis pale, slender fingers on the keyboard the only sound that fills the air, $vmr Zhang not even bothering to give you the time of day until $vhes finished up whatever $vhes working on. After a long moment, $vhe finally looks up at you and simply raises a single eyebrow, high cheekbones, sharp jawline, and narrowed honey brown gaze only further accentuating the impatient look. //"Go on then, I don’t have all day"// $vhe practically screams with every fiber of $vhis being. *<<link "//Right to the chase then.// “$vmr Zhang, would you like to attend the upcoming music festival with me?”" "chap2.10festv3">><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><</link>> *<<link "“Sooo, you, me, music fest? It’s at Bloomborough park this weekend. You could think of it as a team building exercise if you want. Just, you know, one that only involves the two of us.” You say with a none too subtle wink." "chap2.10festv3">><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><</link>> *<<link "“I was wondering if you’d have any interest in attending the upcoming music festival with me? I thought I might go but don’t know anyone else attending.” You say with a small smile." "chap2.10festv3">><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><</link>> *<<link "“I know you’re probably too busy, but… would you want to go to a music festival with me?” You ask, not really expecting anything good in response." "chap2.10festv3">><<set $pessimistic to Math.round($pessimistic * 1.05)>><<set $optimistic to 100 - $pessimistic>><</link>> *<<link "“You like listening to music right? There’s this festival in Bloomborough park this weekend, if that’s something you’d be interested in.” You say, dancing around the real question." "chap2.10festv3">><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><</link>>

"Are you propositioning me $mmr $lname?" $vmr Zhang asks in the coldest, flattest tone you’ve ever heard from $vhim, expression blank and unreadable. //Oh shit.// Your brain briefly short-circuits as you scrabble for a response. *<<link "“Uhh, yes?” You respond, mind still completely blank. Do you even know what you’re agreeing to? Probably not. $flirt_label" "chap2.10festv4">><<set $vrel += 5>><<set $vro += 1>><<set $musicdate to "vro">><</link>> *<<link "“I mean, I certainly wouldn’t be against getting to know you on a more //intimate// level.” You reply, leaning on one arm against $vhis desk in a move you hope comes across as suave as it did in your head. $flirt_label" "chap2.10festv4">><<set $vro += 1>><<set $musicdate to "vro">><</link>> *<<link "“No, no, //no!// Not—I mean—I’d just like to get to know you better. Platonically. Outside of work. Like, friends.” You reply flustered, frantically waving your hand." "chap2.10festv4">><<set $vrel += 5>><<set $musicdate to "vfriend">><</link>> *<<link "“Ah, no, nothing like that. I just thought you might enjoy the festival.” You reply calmly." "chap2.10festv4">><<set $vrel += 5>><<set $musicdate to "vfriend">><</link>> *<<link "“Ah, no, nothing like that. I just thought you might enjoy the festival. I don’t really date anyway.” You reply calmly." "chap2.10festv4">><<set $vrel += 5>><<set $musicdate to "vfriend">><<set $mcaro to "isaro">><</link>>

"Fine." $vmr Zhang finally responses after a drawn out silence, narrowed gaze never leaving yours. "Wait. Really? You’ll come?" You ask, genuinely bewildered that $vhe actually agreed. "As I said. Fine. I enjoy music, and, it may be a good opportunity to gather some information if certain individuals are in attendance." //Ah, $vhe sees a work opportunity and can’t turn it down. Figures.// <<if $musicdate is "vro">>"However," $vhe continues, "I would like to remind you, $mmr $lname, that while relationships between coworkers aren’t explicitly forbidden, one between a boss and subordinate //are//. As a one time courtesy, I will choose to ignore this." "But, you’ll still come with me to the festival?" You ask, hopefully. "Yes, but only as workplace associates. Nothing more." $vmr Zhang replies in a tone that brooks no argument. //Ouch.// That kind of hurt. On the plus side, $vhe still agreed to come. Small victories.<br><br><</if>>"Thank you for agreeing to come, $vmr Zhang. Sorry for interrupting your work. I’ll get going now." You reply, deciding not to push your luck. $vHe nods in response and gets back to work on $vhis computer. Taking the dismissal for what it clearly is, you turn to leave but only manage to get half way out the door before your boss is calling you back. "Oh, and $mmr $lname? I will contact you later today with the details of when and where we will meet for the festival. Don’t be late." //Of course.// "Will do $vsir." Heading back to your desk, you rush back to your chair. Your mind can’t help but linger on $vmr Zhang. Having worked here for a while now, you’ve come to think of $vhim as… *<<link "The scariest motherfucker you’ve ever met by sheer presence alone. $vHe could just look at you the right way and you’d know you’re fucked. Just thinking about //that// expression gives you shivers." "chap2.10festv5">><<set $vrel += 15>><</link>> *<<link "The scariest motherfucker you’ve ever met by sheer presence alone. Also unbelievably hot. Like //damn//, if $vhe wasn’t your boss… $flirt_label" "chap2.10festv5">><<set $vrel += 25>><<set $vro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "Fine. Strict, and a bit of a hardass but you could do a hell of a lot worse as far as employers go." "chap2.10festv5">><<set $vrel += 30>><</link>> *<<link "Secretly a softie. It’s clear through the way $vhe treats you and your coworkers that $vhe genuinely cares about you all, $vhes just not the best at expressing it." "chap2.10festv5">><<set $vrel += 40>><</link>> *<<link "Wonderful. Gorgeous. Intelligent. Perfect. Amazing. Incredible. And quite possibly the love of your life. Okay, maybe that’s a bit much, but you get the point. $flirt_label" "chap2.10festv5">><<set $vrel += 50>><<set $vro += 1>><</link>>

<<if settings.notifications>><<notify 3s>>New Profile Avaliable!<</notify>><</if>><<set $metv to 1>>But that’s enough thinking of your boss, you should check if there’s any emails sitting in your inbox. Wouldn’t want to risk annoying $vmr Zhang anymore than you already have. As you resign yourself to spending the rest of your work day bored out of your mind, you notice someone looking at you. Turning to look, you see your coworker, Amara, who sits at the desk adjacent to yours. Her shoulder length black hair falling in tight curls around her head, warm dark brown skin, brown eyes that shine with mirth, and a bright wide grin that belied the sharp, intelligent young woman underneath it all that is Amara Ingram. Hacker. Engineer. Programmer. And with a knack for the social side of the job to boot. She’s been a huge asset to the company since she’s was hired a couple months ago. Not to say things weren’t going well before, they were, it just feels like comparing an old, well-maintained vehicle to a state of the art sports car with all the newest features. One's clearly just a //bit// better than the other. Personally, you think she seems… *<<link "Nice, someone you could see yourself becoming good friends with." "chap2.10festv6">><<set $airel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "Cool, you wouldn’t mind getting to know her better." "chap2.10festv6">><<set $airel to 20>><</link>> *<<link "Fine. You don’t know her well enough to have much of an opinion yet." "chap2.10festv6">><<set $airel to 10>><</link>> *<<link "Amazing. She’s smart, skilled, and pretty to boot. You might have a slight crush on her but that’s neither here nor there. $flirt_label" "chap2.10festv6">><<set $airel to 30>><<set $airo to 1>><</link>> *<<link "Kind of annoying honestly. She acts like a bit of a showoff." "chap2.10festv6">><<set $airel to 5>><</link>>

<<if settings.notifications>><<notify 3s>>New Profile Avaliable!<</notify>><</if>><<set $metamara to 1>><<set $vnick to "$vmr Zhang">>Giving a wave when your eyes meet, she leans a bit closer to you. "Sooo," she says, drawing out the word, "I noticed you were busy and didn’t wanna ask right away but… what did you talk to the boss about? I mean, if you’re cool with me asking?" "Ah, nothing big. Just a personal thing I wanted to ask $vhim." "Oh, I see, I see. Something //personal// you say." She replies waggling her eyebrows suggestively. <<if $musicdate is "vro">>"Ah, well, you know. Just meeting up outside of work. Don’t read to much into it, $vmr Zhang wouldn’t like that." You reply with a wink.<<else>>"Nothing like that." You reply with a laugh. "It’s completely friendly. I swear."<</if>> "Hmm, if you say so." She says with a playful smile. "Well, I better get back to work now. Wouldn’t want the boss to catch me slacking." She spins away in her office chair before getting back to her desktop. You do the same, the music festival won’t be until the weekend anyway. <span class="next"><<button "For now, emails." "chap3fest">><</button>></span>

<<if settings.notifications>><<notify 3s>>New Profile Avaliable!<</notify>><</if>><<set $metamara to 1>>"Hey, psst! $fname! You done with your report already?" Amara asks in a mock whisper. "Yep, finished early today. Thankfully. I don’t have anything left to do other than wait for emails." "Lucky. I’ve still got a bit left. Boss’s always on my ass about the filing system. I know we’ve got a set way of doin’ it here but I think with a //few// tweaks it could be //so// much better optimized…" "Yeah, good luck convincing our boss of that. You’re going to need it." "Ugh, yeah I know." Amara slumps in her seat, waving a hand dismissively. "I’ve tried explaining my new idea for filing and sorting docs, but it’s like talking to a brick wall. I mean, honestly, the fact the boss isn’t coughing up splinters given the massive stick shoved up—" With wide eyes and a frantic shushing motion, Amara, thankfully shuts up before her life is cut pitifully short given the person who just exited their private office. <<if $airel gte 20>>//Your boss//. Hopefully, they didn’t hear anything Amara just said, or else she might be in for a bad time.<<else>>//Your boss.// Hopefully you don’t get a talking to for slacking off. You //have// actually finished your work after all.<</if>> Having spotted the two of you, standing a few feet away, one single defined eyebrow raised in question and a vague look of annoyance is… *<<link "Victor Zhang. A clean, sharp dressed man as well as one of the criminal underworld’s leading info brokers and acclaimed entrepreneur at only 31 years of age." "chap2.10festsolo3">><<set $vname to $v_name[1]>><<set $vgen to $v_gender[1]>><<set $vGen to $v_Gender[1]>><<set $vperson to $v_person[1]>><<set $vpeople to $v_people[1]>><<set $vsir to $v_sir[1]>><<set $vSir to $v_Sir[1]>><<set $vmr to $v_mr[1]>><<set $vhe to $v_he[1]>><<set $vHe to $v_He[1]>><<set $vhim to $v_him[1]>><<set $vHim to $v_Him[1]>><<set $vhis to $v_his[1]>><<set $vHis to $v_His[1]>><<set $vhers to $v_hers[1]>><<set $vHers to $v_Hers[1]>><<set $vself to $v_self[1]>><<set $vSelf to $v_Self[1]>><<set $vhes to $v_hes[1]>><<set $vHes to $v_Hes[1]>><<set $vhell to $v_hell[1]>><<set $vHell to $v_Hell[1]>><</link>> *<<link "Victoria Zhang. A clean, sharp dressed woman as well as one of the criminal underworld’s leading info brokers and acclaimed entrepreneur at only 31 years of age." "chap2.10festsolo3">><<set $vname to $v_name[0]>><<set $vgen to $v_gender[0]>><<set $vGen to $v_Gender[0]>><<set $vperson to $v_person[0]>><<set $vpeople to $v_people[0]>><<set $vsir to $v_sir[0]>><<set $vSir to $v_Sir[0]>><<set $vmr to $v_mr[0]>><<set $vhe to $v_he[0]>><<set $vHe to $v_He[0]>><<set $vhim to $v_him[0]>><<set $vHim to $v_Him[0]>><<set $vhis to $v_his[0]>><<set $vHis to $v_His[0]>><<set $vhers to $v_hers[0]>><<set $vHers to $v_Hers[0]>><<set $vself to $v_self[0]>><<set $vSelf to $v_Self[0]>><<set $vhes to $v_hes[0]>><<set $vHes to $v_Hes[0]>><<set $vhell to $v_hell[0]>><<set $vHell to $v_Hell[0]>><</link>>

<<if $vname is "Victor">>As usual, he’s dressed in a crisp, black suit, striped tie arranged precisely, shoes polished to perfection. He truly does appear every inch the proper business man he claims to be despite the illicit nature of his work. The only thing really setting him apart from others is his long hair, straight strands black as night, and tied back into a neat ponytail, not a hair escaping from his hair tie. You’d wager it’d hit around his waist if it were let down loose though you’ve never seen it yourself. Rumor has it, the only reason he’s grown it out so long is because he dislikes dealing with hair dressers. And, given his deep hatred of small talk, you’d be inclined to believe it. //It’s definitely more believable than some of the other rumors anyway.//<<else>>As usual, she’s dressed in a crisp, black suit, striped tie arranged precisely, shoes polished to perfection. She truly does appear every inch the proper business woman she claims to be despite the illicit nature of her work. With not even a hair out of place, the short style she keeps it in, straight strands as black as night, always combed back just so. You’ve never seen it messy once.<</if>> "Have you two finished your assignments?" $vHe asks, arms crossed as $vhe looks at you. "Yes, $vmr Zhang." You and Amara both chorus. //"Thank fuck"//, you hear Amara whisper under her breath. "Good. I will be checking it shortly." //Translation: If you lied, I will know, and I will end you.// "What were both of you doing?" $vHe asks. <<if $airel gte 25>>"Oh, nothing big. $fname and I were just chatting. We’re both done with our work I swear. Scout’s honor!" Amara says with a wink. Unsurprisingly, $vmr Zhang doesn’t seem to buy it and turns to you instead.<br><br><</if>>"We really were just talking. Mostly work related stuff." You reply truthfully. Just, you know, not specifying //which// work stuff. "I see." $vHe replies coolly. "Then, if you are both done, return to your own desk. There may be emails to respond to." And with that, $vhe turns on $vhis heel and walks away, perfectly crisp, straight clothes barely even swishing with the movement. "Thank god $vhes gone. I think I almost pissed myself when I saw $vhim standing there." Amara says, slumping over her desk. "Don’t get me wrong. I like $vmr Zhang, but given, ya’know, what I was sayin’ before. I swear my life just flashed before my eyes." "Yeah, that could’ve been pretty bad." Badmouthing aside, $vmr Zhang does cut a pretty intimidating figure. That being said, you think $vhes… *<<link "The scariest motherfucker you’ve ever met by sheer presence alone. $vHe could just look at you the right way and you’d know you’re fucked. Just thinking about //that// expression gives you shivers." "chap2.10festsolo4">><<set $vrel to 15>><</link>> *<<link "The scariest motherfucker you’ve ever met by sheer presence alone. Also unbelievably hot. Like //damn//, if $vhe wasn’t your boss… $flirt_label" "chap2.10festsolo4">><<set $vrel to 25>><<set $vro to 1>><</link>> *<<link "Fine. Strict, and a bit of a hardass but you could do a hell of a lot worse as far as employers go." "chap2.10festsolo4">><<set $vrel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "Secretly a softie. It’s clear through the way $vhe treats you and your coworkers that $vhe genuinely cares about you all, $vhes just not the best at expressing it." "chap2.10festsolo4">><<set $vrel to 40>><</link>> *<<link "Wonderful. Gorgeous. Intelligent. Perfect. Amazing. Incredible. And quite possibly the love of your life. Okay, maybe that’s a bit much, but you get the point. $flirt_label" "chap2.10festsolo4">><<set $vrel to 50>><<set $vro to 1>><</link>>

<<if settings.notifications>><<notify 3s>>New Profile Avaliable!<</notify>><</if>><<set $metv to 1>><<set $vnick to "$vmr Zhang">>But that’s enough thinking of your boss, you should probably get back to work or $vmr Zhang might actually get mad. You’ll begin your investigation at the festival this weekend. //Possibly. Maybe.// <span class="next"><<button "For now, emails." "chap3fest">><</button>></span>

!Chapter 3<<set $chapter to "chapter three">> ---- You wake late Sunday morning to bright slits of light peeking in through the window’s blinds and the incessant ringing of your alarm. Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you swipe off the alarm, fling your phone somewhere down your bed, and drag yourself to the bathroom with a groan. Despite sleeping for a good—//fucking hell//—ten hours, you still feel exhausted. Unsurprising really, given how awful that sleep was. Tossing and turning, waking up repeatedly. It was //rough//. <<if $cautious gt $reckless>>//Nerves must’ve gotten to you.//<<else>>//You really need to replace that shitty old mattress.//<</if>> But there’s little to do about that now. You have a full day ahead of you. Starting with deciding how you want to approach things. So far, you’ve managed to determine that Club Pyre is, in some way, connected to the people who want you dead. Going there directly, and scoping the place out, would likely be your best bet to get information. Just head there, ask around, and get your hands on anything related to <<if $knowaugust is 1>>August.<<else>>your hitman.<</if>> All without raising any suspicions. //Great! Should be a piece of cake.// //Yeah, right.// The more you think about it the more difficult the situation seems. For one thing, there’s a very real chance you'll gain nothing from Club Pyre. Sure, the place //seems// to be connected to the man in question, but unless he’s physically there, who’s to say there will be anyone else with the information you need. Maybe if you’re //really// lucky there'll be a room conveniently filled to the brim with files detailing all the illicit dealings taking place. If you’re dumb enough to actually believe that. But, no. As much as you hate to admit it, <<if $knowaugust is 1>>August<<else>>//him//<</if>> being there would be the simplest way forward. He, obviously, should know who hired him. And with that… well, you don’t know how you’re going to handle that information exactly but it sure would help. Not that you believe it'll be easy getting it out of him. Or even likely. But it's not as though that's your only option. Really, talking to him directly seems liable to end with less pertinent information gained and more spilled blood. You could just lay low, eavesdrop, and maybe try to subtly plant a tracker on his person. Or, even better, sneak a listening device in some unseen crevice around his usual haunts. Wherever he meets his clients. //If// he even shows. More unknowns than you like working with but there’s nothing you can do about that. Assuming you still want to go through with this. *<<link "You’re going. It’s the only lead you’ve got." "chap3.1">><<set $chap3sub to "solopyre">><<set $pyrewith to "solo">><</link>> *<<link "You’re going, but not alone. You’ll call up Amara and ask her to come along." "chap3.1">><<set $chap3sub to "amarapyre">><<set $pyrewith to "amara">><</link>> *<<link "You’re going, but not alone. You’ll call up $vmr Zhang and ask $vhim to come along." "chap3.1">><<set $chap3sub to "vpyre">><<set $pyrewith to "v">><</link>> *<<link "You know what? Screw this, you aren’t going anywhere. This whole situation is insane. Just stay home." "chap3earlyend">><<set $chap3path to "homecoming1">><</link>>

!Chapter 3<<set $chapter to "chapter three">> ---- <<if $musicdate is "amararo" or $musicdate is "amarafriend">><<type 50ms>>//Saturday, August 26th, approximately 1:45 pm.//<</type>> You find yourself standing outside the west entrance of Bloomborough Park, mindlessly tapping one foot against the pavement, just <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>barely <</if>>on time to meet up with Amara for the music festival. The festival doesn’t actually open until two, but Amara insisted that it would be better to arrive a little early to join the line since it can get a bit backed up later. "Hey! $fname! Over here!" Amara calls out with a wave, jogging down the sidewalk to meet up with you. Her curly hair is tied back in an artfully messy bun, the strands framing her face waving in the breeze. She’s dressed fairly casually today, fitting for a music festival, wearing a cropped hoodie with sunflowers embroidered on it, light wash blue jeans, wedge sandals, and dangling flower earrings. "Hope I didn’t keep’ya waiting too long?" <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>"Hey. No, not too long. I actually just got here myself." You reply.<<else>>"Hey. No, not too long. Just a few minutes." You reply.<</if>> "Oh, good, good. C’mon then!" She says, grabbing your arm and pulling you along. "Let’s get lined up. Looks like we’ve beaten most of the crowd. Well, at least for this gate. Told you it was the best one!" "Seems you were right on that one. But the performances don’t start for like an hour. Guess we can just check out some of the stalls?" "Oooh, yes! //Obviously.// There’s always some good food. And some decent games too. Most of ‘em are rigged as shit, but I’ve got a strat figured out. I can win. Six times outta ten. Which is, y'know, good enough." You let out a small chuckle. "I’ll have to take your word for it." The line at the entrance gate moves mercifully quick, and, within a few short minutes, you find yourself inside the park wearing a bright blue wristband as proof of entry. "So," Amara says<<if $musicdate is "amararo">>, reaching down to hold onto your arm<</if>>, "mind if we grab some food first. I may or may not have skipped lunch." "Sounds good to me. Which stall did you want to hit? Looks like they’ve got all the standard fair foods." "Eh, I could go for whatever honestly. Except fried butter, that shit’s the work of Satan I swear. So you can pick if you want. I’ll just follow your lead. //This// time anyway." She says with a wink. *<<link "“How about the corndog stall? They’ve got a bunch of other fried food too.”" "chap3fest1">><</link>> *<<link "“Funnel cakes. We have to. It’d be illegal not to, in fact.”" "chap3fest1">><</link>> *<<link "“How about the gyro place. They’ve got falafel and stuff too.”" "chap3fest1">><</link>> *<<link "“Uhhh, meat on a stick? Meat on a stick.”" "chap3fest1">><</link>> *<<link "“Cotton candy. And popcorn. It’s not a meal, but, like, we could get a bunch of it?”" "chap3fest1">><</link>><<elseif $musicdate is "vro" or $musicdate is "vfriend">><<type 50ms>>//Saturday, August 26th, approximately 1:30 pm.//<</type>> You find yourself standing outside the west entrance of Bloomborough Park, mindlessly tapping one foot against the pavement, just <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>barely <</if>>on time to meet up with $vmr Zhang for the music festival. The festival doesn’t actually open until two, but, naturally, $vmr Zhang insisted that it would be better to arrive earlier to avoid the crowd. <<if $vname is "Victor">>"$mmr $lname." $vmr Zhang greets with a nod, walking down the sidewalk to meet up with you. $vHis hair is tied back in a neat, high ponytail as usual, waving lightly in the breeze. Overall, $vhes dressed somewhat casually today—or, at least, more casually than you’ve ever seen—not quite casual enough not to stand out at an event like this, but you suppose a dress shirt with a single button undone and slacks is as good as you’ll get. "Apologies for the delay, I ran into some unexpected traffic on the way here. I hope you were not waiting long."<<else>>"$mmr $lname." $vmr Zhang greets with a nod, walking down the sidewalk to meet up with you. $vHis hair combed back as carefully as ever, short strands barely moving in the breeze. Overall, $vhes dressed somewhat casually today—or, at least, more casually than you’ve ever seen—not quite casual enough not to stand out at an event like this, but you suppose a dress shirt with a single button undone and slacks is as good as you’ll get. "Apologies for the delay, I ran into some unexpected traffic on the way here. I hope you were not waiting long."<</if>> <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>"Hey. No, not too long. I actually just got here myself." You reply.<<else>>"Hey. No, not too long. Just a few minutes." You reply.<</if>> "I’m glad to hear it. Shall we get going then?" $vHe says, as formal as ever, gesturing to the line leading into the festival. "Sure, but, out of curiosity, what do you want to do to kill time before the performances start? We’ve got like half an hour, right?" "I thought we might look at some of the booths set up for the event. The website advertised a variety of food, games, and merchandise. I don’t usually have time for events like this, so I’d like to look around, if it’s all the same to you.” "Oh, yeah, that fine with me. Anything in particular you wanted to check out?" $vmr Zhang shakes $vhis head. "I don’t have anything in mind. Whatever catches the eye I suppose." The line at the entrance gate moves mercifully quick, and, within a few short minutes, you find yourself inside the park wearing a bright blue wristband as proof of entry. "So," you begin, "I was thinking…" "A dangerous thing for one so unused to it." $vmr Zhang replies, deadpan, face serious as ever. "Hey! You can’t just—stop walking away from me, you aren’t getting out of this one so easily!" You jog to catch up, $vmr Zhang stopping ahead to wait. "Fuck, I didn’t even know you were capable of that. Warn me next time will you?" "No, I don’t think I will." $vmr Zhang responds with a slight smirk. "Besides, is it such a surprise to hear me joke? We aren’t at work. No need to be so professional." "I mean, //yeah,// I just didn’t think //you’d//—well, whatever, getting back on track, I wanted to know if…" *<<link "“I could call you by your first name? Like you said, we aren’t at work, right?”" "chap3fest1">><<set $vnick to "$vname">><<set $vnameask to "name">><</link>> *<<link "“We could grab some food before checking out the other stalls? I’m a bit hungry.”" "chap3fest1">><<set $vnameask to "food">><</link>> *<<link "“You’d want to play one of the fair games they’ve got? Could be a fun way to pass the time.”" "chap3fest1">><<set $vnameask to "game">><</link>><<elseif $musicdate is "solo">><<type 50ms>>//Saturday, August 26th, approximately 1:45 pm.//<</type>> You find yourself standing outside the west entrance of Bloomborough Park, about to head inside for the festival. The festival doesn’t actually open until two, but you figured that it would be better to arrive a little early to join the line. //Shouldn't take long.// In the end, you’re only left waiting for at most a couple of minutes before you find yourself inside the park wearing a bright blue wristband as your proof of entry. Looking around the festival, you see the early crowd meandering about the place, checking out the stalls before the performances begin. Now would be a good time to scope the place out, but, after walking around for a bit, you don’t see much use. No familiar faces, no conveniently placed signs reading //assassins-this-way,// nothing. You do see security blocking certain places, but trying to get past them in broad daylight would be, frankly speaking, fucking stupid. //Something to keep in mind for later, at least.// Figuring you might as well enjoy the festival as you wait, you decide to start by grabbing something to eat, having skipped lunch earlier your stomach's empty enough to ache. Looking around, you see several booths and food trucks set up, with a number of options available. Most seem to care the typical, greasy, fair food, but there’s a few other choices as well. Ultimately, you decide to go for… *<<link "The booth with the corndogs, fried candy bars, and all the other standard greasy, deep fried goodies. //When in Rome, right?//" "chap3fest1">><</link>> *<<link "Funnel cakes. Just. Funnel cakes. Maybe you’ll get one of the fun ones topped with candy or ice cream." "chap3fest1">><</link>> *<<link "The gyro food truck. It smells amazing, and they’ve got falafel too." "chap3fest1">><</link>> *<<link "The place with all the big hunks of meat on sticks. Chicken, beef, turkey, whatever. Just. Meat stick." "chap3fest1">><</link>> *<<link "Cotton candy. And popcorn. It’s not a meal, but, like, you could get a bunch of it?" "chap3fest1">><</link>><</if>>

Well then, if you’re going to do this you’re going to do it right. Starting with getting some supplies. Nothing big, just the aforementioned listening device—leftover from a job—and a small can of mace disguised as spray-on deodorant. Both of which you, thankfully, already have on hand and decide to set on the console table by the door.<<set $equip to "bugandmace">> <<if $chap3sub is "solopyre">>With that done, and several hours left until you plan on leaving, you content yourself doing this and that. Running out to the store to pick up a few things. Listening to music. Whatever suits your fancy. It //is// still your day off after all.<<if $apyreresearch is 1>><br><br>It’s while you’re in the middle of eating, perched inelegantly on a dining chair, when you hear your phone ring from where you left it on the table. The caller ID indicating it's Amara. Odd, considering she's never called you before. <<if $airel gte 30>>//She’s more of a texter really.//<<else>>As a matter of fact, the two of you don’t really talk outside of work //period.//<</if>> "Hello?" You answer. "Hey $fname! Is now a good time? I got some more info on that club we were talking about. And, well, I //did// say I’d call if I got anything." "Yeah, now’s fine." //Perfect even, given tonight's plans.// "What did you find out?" "Not too much unfortunately." She sighs. "All I could dredge up was a record of the business’s registration and a few police reports." "Police reports?" You ask, curious. //That sounds promising.// "Don’t get your hopes up. It’s nothing unusual. Mostly." She says dismissively. "Just, like, rowdy club goers and drugs and shit. The business record is, shockingly, the more interesting part in my opinion." "How so? Don’t those typically just have some basic information about the company?" "Well, //yeah.// But get this, the document had listed one Jonathan Miller as the owner of Club Pyre, but, as far as I could tell, the guy straight does not exist."<<set $jonmiller to 1>> "What do you mean //doesn’t exist?// Like it’s a fake name or…" "I don’t know. I found //other// people with that name, but none who fit the bill. Maybe I’m just missing something, but, then again, you’d think a successful business owner would have //some// page out there at least saying they own the damn place. But nope. Nada. Nothing came up in my search for Club Pyre and Jonathan Miller other than that he’s registered as the owner." "That is kind of strange, but, he could just be a really private person right? Not everyone’s online." Amara hums uncertainly. "Maybe. Just seemed weird. The police reports too, actually. None of what’s in ‘em is out of place for—well, frankly anywhere that serves alcohol—but, at the same time, parts of the reports read pretty stilted. Like sentences were taken out. Combine that with a nonexistent owner with a common name and it starts to become suspicious. But maybe I’m overthinking it." "That… does seem suspicious, yeah." Especially combined with what you already know. "It could still be nothing, but, definitely something to keep an eye on. Let me know if you hear anything else." "Oh yeah, I totally will. Got my eye on the place now. There’s //something// deeper going on here, I just know it." She replies conspiratorially. "Well, either way, hope the info helped?" "It did. Thanks Amara. I’ll talk to you later." "No problem! Bye $fname! Let me know if you find out more on the club too!" "Will do." You reply, hanging up. //Well, that was an interesting conversation.// None of what Amara told you is particularly helpful right //now,// but if your hunch is correct, it might be in the near future. And even if not, there seems to be //something// going on here. Something //more//. //Where there’s smoke…// But that’s all assuming you aren’t both just reading far too much into things. Regardless, it’s something to think about, but, for right now, you think you’ll just get back to your long-gone cold food.<</if>><<elseif $chap3sub is "amarapyre">>With that done, and several hours remaining before you planned to leave, you figure now’s as good a time as any to make that phone call. The phone rings once, twice, three times before Amara picks up with a cheerful greeting. "Hey $fname! What’s up?" "Nothing much. I was just wondering if you had any interest in going out clubbing with me tonight?" <<if $chap2path is "ppamara" or $chap2path is "pwamara" or $festpath is "amara">>"This wouldn’t happen to be about Club Pyre would it? Because if so, first of all, I’m down, and second, I actually got some more info on the place.<<if $apyreresearch is 1>> Was actually plannin’ on calling you about it myself. You //did// ask me to, remember?<</if>>" "<<if $apyreresearch is 1>>Oh, yeah, I guess I did.<<else>>Really?<</if>> What did you find out?" "Not too much unfortunately." She sighs. "All I could dredge up was a record of the business’s registration and a few police reports." "Police reports?" You ask, curious. //That sounds promising.// "Don’t get your hopes up. It’s nothing unusual. Mostly." She says dismissively. "Just, like, rowdy club goers and drugs and shit. The business record is, shockingly, the more interesting part in my opinion." "How so? Don’t those typically just have some basic information about the company?" "Well, //yeah.// But get this, the document had listed one Jonathan Miller as the owner of Club Pyre, but, as far as I could tell, the guy straight does not exist."<<set $jonmiller to 1>> "What do you mean //doesn’t exist?// Like it’s a fake name or…" "I don’t know. I found //other// people with that name, but none who fit the bill. Maybe I’m just missing something, but, then again, you’d think a successful business owner would have //some// page out there at least saying they own the damn place. But nope. Nada. Nothing came up in my search for Club Pyre and Jonathan Miller other than that he’s registered as the owner." "That is kind of strange, but, he could just be a really private person right? Not everyone’s online." Amara hums uncertainly. "Maybe. Just seemed weird. The police reports too, actually. None of what’s in ‘em is out of place for—well, frankly anywhere that serves alcohol—but, at the same time, parts of the reports read pretty stilted. Like sentences were taken out. Combine that with a nonexistent owner with a common name and it starts to become suspicious. But maybe I’m overthinking it." "That… does seem suspicious, yeah." Especially combined with what you already know. "It could still be nothing, but, definitely something to keep an eye on. Let me know if you hear anything else." "Oh yeah, I totally will. Got my eye on the place now. There’s //something// deeper going on here, I just know it." She replies conspiratorially. "Actually, I guess we might be findin’ out tonight. You //did// invite me to come right?" *<<link "“Of course. Meet you there at eight o’clock?”" "chap3.2amara">><<set $pyrepath to "amara">><</link>> *<<link "//On second thought, after hearing all that…// You don’t think you want to go to the club after all. “Not sure if that’s a good idea anymore Amara. Sorry.”" "chap3earlyend">><<set $chap3path to "homecoming2">><</link>> <<else>><<if $musicdate is "amararo" or $musicdate is "amarafriend">>"Miss me already $fname? Was yesterday not enough?" She snickers as you flounder for a response. "I’m just messin’ with ya. I’m down. Where’re we meeting?"<<else>>"Y'know what? Sure, why not. Where’re we meeting?"<</if>> "Ever heard of Club Pyre?" Amara gives a neutral hum in response. "Vaguely. Should be as fun as any other club. Well, so long as the booze is good anyway. What time? I’m //assuming// night." "I was thinking eight o’clock, if that works for you?" "Eight’s good! I’ll see you there $fname! Be ready to dance, no one goes clubbing with me and doesn’t hit the floor at least once." "Okay, okay. I’ll see you then. Bye Amara." You say before hanging up. Plans made, you go back to your day. You manage to whittle away the rest of your time until you have only a scant half an hour left. With nothing better to do, you head over to your closet, figuring you might as well pick out what to wear to the club. You probably don’t want to stand out from the crowd, so dressing up too much or too little might be inadvisable. //Unless...?// You start by pulling out just a few things, comparing one outfit to the next, until you manage to find yourself with a disorganized mountain of fabric strewn all over the place. //Oops?// Hemming and hawing over the pile of clothes and accessories you now have scattered about your bed, you glance at the time and realize your indecision has taken up nearly twenty minutes of the thirty you had. //Oh come on! It’s just clothes, pick something already!// Chastising yourself, you quickly put most of the items back in their place and decide to just go with your first outfit choice. *<<link "An edgy look, all black, leather, boots, chains, and studs galore." "chap3.2">><<set $clublook to "edgy">><</link>> *<<link "Something that makes a statement. With bold colors and glittering accessories." "chap3.2">><<set $clublook to "bold">><</link>> *<<link "A more casual look, comfortable. Something that doesn’t stand out." "chap3.2">><<set $clublook to "casual">><</link>> *<<link "Revealing and flattering. Something that draws the eye. It //is// a club after all." "chap3.2">><<set $clublook to "sexy">><</link>> *<<link "Something easy to move in, athletic, with good shoes. Just in case." "chap3.2">><<set $clublook to "athletic">><</link>> *<<link "A more formal, professional look. The type of thing you might wear to work." "chap3.2">><<set $clublook to "formal">><</link>><</if>><<elseif $chap3sub is "vpyre">>With that done, and several hours remaining before you planned to leave, you figure now’s as good a time as any to make that phone call. The phone rings only once before $vmr Zhang picks up, answering in $vhis usual even, neutral tone. "$vmr Zhang speaking." "Hi, it’s $fname. Are you busy right now? There’s something I wanted to ask you if you have the time." "<<if $vrel gte 30>>No, I’m not busy. What can I do for you?<<else>>I’m not currently working, no. What did you need?<</if>>" "I was hoping you might be willing to come with me to a club. I know that’s not really your scene but…" <<if $festpath is "v">>"You want to go to Club Pyre." $vHe says flatly, a statement not a question. "I know, I know. You were perfectly clear on the subject last night, but, honestly, the more I think about it, the more it seems like a good opportunity. To get information. I understand the risks and, well, it’s not like they’ll recognize us right?" $vmr Zhang goes silent for a long moment, your hand gripping your phone tightly as your nerves rise. "Let me ask you this, if I say no, will you go anyway?" $vHe eventually asks. "Yeah, probably." You answer honestly. "Fine." "Wait. Really?" "Fine." $vHe repeats. "I’ll go with you. But on //one// condition: If I tell you to do something, you do it. No questions, no hesitation. If I say to leave, we leave. Any whisper of danger and we are out. Am I clear?" "Crystal. Thank you $vmr Zhang. I’ll see you tonight." "Be there at eight o’clock sharp, $mmr $lname. Goodbye." $vHe says as $vhe hangs up the phone.<<else>>"Which club?" $vHe asks in a tone you can’t quite identify. <<if $chap2path is "pwboss" or $chap2path is "ppboss">>"Well, remember when we spoke the other day? I asked you for some information, and—"<<else>>"Ever heard of Club Pyre? I found out about it the other day and—"<</if>> "No." "I’m sorry?" "You shouldn’t go there, it has ties to a dangerous criminal organization. Too much risk. If you wish to go clubbing, I can provide you a list of safe locations." "Um, well…" You trail off, no longer sure how to proceed. //The best lies hold a grain of truth don’t they?// "Actually, I already knew that. It’s part of why I wanted to go. It seems like like a good opportunity. To get information. I understand the risks and, well, it’s not like they’ll recognize us right?" $vmr Zhang goes silent for a long moment, your hand gripping your phone tightly as your nerves rise. "Let me ask you this, if I say no, will you go anyway?" $vHe eventually asks. "Yeah, probably." You answer honestly. "Fine." "Wait. Really?" "Fine." $vHe repeats. "I’ll go with you. But on //one// condition: If I tell you to do something, you do it. No questions, no hesitation. If I say to leave, we leave. Any whisper of danger and we are out. Am I clear?" "Crystal. Thank you $vmr Zhang. I’ll see you tonight." "Be there at eight o’clock sharp, $mmr $lname. Goodbye." $vHe says as $vhe hangs up the phone.<</if>> //Well, that settles that.// Plans made, you go back to your day.<<if $apyreresearch is 1>><br><br>It’s while you’re in the middle of eating, perched inelegantly on a dining chair, when you hear your phone ring from where you left it on the table. You would have guessed it was $vmr Zhang calling to cancel if the caller ID hadn't told you otherwise. No, it's Amara. Odd, considering she's never called you before. <<if $airel gte 30>>//She’s more of a texter really.//<<else>>As a matter of fact, the two of you don’t really talk outside of work //period.//<</if>> "Hello?" You answer. "Hey $fname! Is now a good time? I got some more info on that club we were talking about. And, well, I //did// say I’d call if I got anything." "Yeah, now’s fine." //Perfect even, given tonight's plans.// "What did you find out?" "Not too much unfortunately." She sighs. "All I could dredge up was a record of the business’s registration and a few police reports." "Police reports?" You ask, curious. //That sounds promising.// "Don’t get your hopes up. It’s nothing unusual. Mostly." She says dismissively. "Just, like, rowdy club goers and drugs and shit. The business record is, shockingly, the more interesting part in my opinion." "How so? Don’t those typically just have some basic information about the company?" "Well, //yeah.// But get this, the document had listed one Jonathan Miller as the owner of Club Pyre, but, as far as I could tell, the guy straight does not exist."<<set $jonmiller to 1>> "What do you mean //doesn’t exist?// Like it’s a fake name or…" "I don’t know. I found //other// people with that name, but none who fit the bill. Maybe I’m just missing something, but, then again, you’d think a successful business owner would have //some// page out there at least saying they own the damn place. But nope. Nada. Nothing came up in my search for Club Pyre and Jonathan Miller other than that he’s registered as the owner." "That is kind of strange, but, he could just be a really private person right? Not everyone’s online." Amara hums uncertainly. "Maybe. Just seemed weird. The police reports too, actually. None of what’s in ‘em is out of place for—well, frankly anywhere that serves alcohol—but, at the same time, parts of the reports read pretty stilted. Like sentences were taken out. Combine that with a nonexistent owner with a common name and it starts to become suspicious. But maybe I’m overthinking it." "That… does seem suspicious, yeah." Especially combined with what you already know. "It could still be nothing, but, definitely something to keep an eye on. Let me know if you hear anything else." "Oh yeah, I totally will. Got my eye on the place now. There’s //something// deeper going on here, I just know it." She replies conspiratorially. "Well, either way, hope the info helped?" "It did. Thanks Amara. I’ll talk to you later." "No problem! Bye $fname! Let me know if you find out more on the club too!" "Will do." You reply, hanging up. //Well, that was an interesting conversation.// None of what Amara told you is particularly helpful right //now,// but if your hunch is correct, it might be in the near future. And even if not, there seems to be //something// going on here. Something //more.// //Where there’s smoke…// But that’s all assuming you aren’t both just reading far too much into things. Regardless, it’s something to think about, but, for right now, you think you’ll just get back to your long-gone cold food.<</if>><</if>><<if $chap3sub isnot "amarapyre">><<if $augustcam is 1>><<set $augustcam to "seen">><br><br>After a while, you wind up scrolling through your emails when one catches your eye. The one from Amara, containing all the camera footage from her program that you requested. You glance at the time, still a few hours off from when you're supposed to leave. With a sigh, you slump further into the couch and pull up the video and document she attached to the email. //Might as well take the time to look it over.// You don’t have enough time to review the entire thirteen hour long behemoth of a video, but you figure skipping around and increasing the playback speed should help you to see most of it—or, at least, anything important. Opening the document first, you find something similar to the data you saw in //EyeSeeU//, a set of numbers and addresses set in a few neat columns and rows. Based on the titles, the first number is how often the target was seen at a location, the second for how many minutes, followed by the location’s address. The main difference from the spread you saw before is that it seems a significant amount of footage has been complied, giving a much more robust set of data to peruse. Of the locations included, there is, of course, Club Pyre, which ranks highest on the list as the place he was seen most. If you weren’t already planning to go, this would fully cement that for you. Unfortunately, none of the other locations seem to be anything useful. No residential addresses, and the rest seem to either be other clubs—which he doesn’t visit nearly as often, though you’re sure to make note of them just in case—and normal retail stores. Moving on to the footage you prepare yourself to be bored for the next few hours. //Well, shit. This is going to take a while.// You’d wager most of it will be fairly useless as well. Resigning yourself to the tedious but necessary endeavor, you sit back and press play. The hours pass like this, watching your hitman go about his life, entering and leaving a lot of stores and clubs, and not much else. You’d hoped there might be //some// footage inside one of the clubs, but, alas, you’ve no such luck. The best you can hope for at this point is just seeing him interact with other people, someone he works with or, if you’re //really// lucky, maybe even whoever put the hit out on you. Not that you'd realize it. After a whole lot of nothing, you begin to lose hope, skipping forward more and more, eyes darting frequently to the time as it slowly ticks by. You’ve almost given up when you finally see it. See him in the alley beside Club Pyre, talking to a woman with bright red hair. The camera’s too far away, and too low of quality, for you to make out much detail but based on their body language, the way he nods as he hands her something small, discreet, you think there’s a decent chance the two of them might work together. <<if $musicdate isnot "none">>No, you //know// they work together. Without a doubt that’s //her.// The same woman you saw at the festival. //His lackey.// Reflecting on yesterday’s events, it’s easy to distance yourself from it. To say, perhaps you mistook her for someone else. That you let your paranoia win over common sense. But no. Seeing her standing there on camera with him, makes it all clear. Those are the people who killed you that night. It wasn’t a dream or a hallucination, it was real. You died. You came back in a way that should be impossible but wasn’t. The pain and fear. Confusion and shock. It wasn’t a dream, an illusion. It was //real.// And that in itself is a notion both freeing and terrifying. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. A part of you is relieved you haven’t just completely lost it—vindicated—but, at the same time if you haven’t just spent the last few days in a panic induced haze then your life truly is at stake here. You can’t mess around. Sure, time travel might be an option for you. But, for how long? How many times can you mess up? There //has// to be a limit somewhere, right? You shake the thoughts away, heart beating erratically in your chest. You will yourself to calm down and stand up, shutting your laptop and putting it away. No more time to think, you need to get ready to leave.<<else>>It isn’t anything concrete, but it is //something.// Jotting down what you can make out of her appearance, you decide to try and find out more about her if you can. If they //do// work together then that’s one more lead for you to exploit. If not, at least she seems to know him, so it should be useful either way. Finally done, you shut your laptop and get up with a stretch. Given how long that took, you better go ahead and get ready.<br><br><</if>>Grabbing your things and getting dressed takes a few short minutes. You don’t have much time to deliberate on your outfit and wind up just going with your first choice.<<else>><br><br>You manage to whittle away the rest of your time until you have only a scant half an hour left. With nothing better to do, you head over to your closet, figuring you might as well pick out what to wear to the club. You probably don’t want to stand out from the crowd, so dressing up too much or too little might be inadvisable. //Unless...?// You start by pulling out just a few things, comparing one outfit to the next, until you manage to find yourself with a disorganized mountain of fabric strewn all over the place. //Oops?// Hemming and hawing over the pile of clothes and accessories you now have scattered about your bed, you glance at the time and realize your indecision has taken up nearly twenty minutes of the thirty you had. //Oh come on! It’s just clothes, pick something already!// Chastising yourself, you quickly put most of the items back in their place and decide to just go with your first outfit choice.<</if>> *<<link "An edgy look, all black, leather, boots, chains, and studs galore." "chap3.2">><<set $clublook to "edgy">><</link>> *<<link "Something that makes a statement. With bold colors and glittering accessories." "chap3.2">><<set $clublook to "bold">><</link>> *<<link "A more casual look, comfortable. Something that doesn’t stand out." "chap3.2">><<set $clublook to "casual">><</link>> *<<link "Revealing and flattering. Something that draws the eye. It //is// a club after all." "chap3.2">><<set $clublook to "sexy">><</link>> *<<link "Something easy to move in, athletic, with good shoes. Just in case." "chap3.2">><<set $clublook to "athletic">><</link>> *<<link "A more formal, professional look. The type of thing you might wear to work." "chap3.2">><<set $clublook to "formal">><</link>><</if>>

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<<if $musicdate is "amararo" or $musicdate is "amarafriend">>And with that, you’ve sealed your fate. Cat-like grin stretching across her cheeks, Amara hands over the bright red ring with a flourish. "Good luck, $fname! Just keep in mind if you miss this that means I’ve technically won and legally am required to lord it over your head forevermore." "Great. Thanks Amara." "No prob! Now get goin’, don’t wanna hold up the line //too// much now do we?" Glancing behind you, you see a grand total of maybe three people waiting in line. One of which you’re not even sure is //in// the ring toss line itself or is just loitering around before the performances start. You huff out a quiet laugh. //Well, wouldn't want to keep all two and/or three of them waiting.//<<elseif $musicdate is "vro" or $musicdate is "vfriend">>And with that, you’ve sealed your fate. $vmr Zhang presents you with the bright red ring with an overly formal flourish you’re //almost// certain $vhes doing as a joke. "Best of luck on your attempt. Though, given how you’ve scored on company physicals, I think it best to keep your expectations low." //"Wow.// Thanks a lot." "Of course. Think nothing of it." Stepping up to the front of the booth, you prepare to, //potentially,// make a complete fool of yourself. //Oh well, at least you can have some fun while you do it.//<<else>>Walking up to the booth, you give the tired man manning it a <<if $kindness gt $callous>>friendly wave.<<else>>nod.<</if>> "One game please." You say, handing over a few dollars. With a sigh, he hands you three colorful rings. "Three attempts. Land on a bottle without the ring falling off and you win. You only need one to get a prize." And with that enthusiastic introduction, it’s time for you to play. Stepping up to the front of the booth, you prepare to, //potentially,// make a complete fool of yourself. //Oh well, at least you can have some fun while you do it.//<</if>> Besides, it’s just ring toss. How hard could it possibly be? Just toss a plastic disc and land it around the neck of one of the many bottles lined up. //Seems easy enough.// You think to yourself with a shrug. And with those famous last words echoing in your head, you hold the ring up with one hand and… *<<link "Scan the bottles for the easiest one to hit. With the right angle, you’re certain you can land it." "chap3festring1">><<set $ringmc to "pring">><<set $perception += 5>><</link>> *<<link "Forget actually landing the ring, with a bit of misdirection you can just make it //look// like you made the shot." "chap3festring1">><<set $ringmc to "sring">><<set $stealth += 5>><</link>> *<<link "Rely on your luck. Recent events aside, it’s usually quite good." "chap3festring1">><<set $ringmc to "lring">><</link>> *<<link "Just toss the damn thing. It’s a children’s game for crying out loud!" "chap3festring1">><<set $ringmc to "yring">><</link>>

<<if $ringmc is "pring">><<if $perception gte 30>><<set $ringmcpass to 1>>With a discerning eye, you lock on one bottle in the nearest row that’s ever so slightly cracked on the top and misaligned with the rest of the row. Sticking out as it is, and given how close it is to you, landing the ring is just a matter of getting the right angle. The damage to the bottle might help mitigate the chance of it bouncing off as well. All you need to do is toss the ring out in a careful arch, with a quick flick of the wrist and… Just like that, the ring lands around the neck of the bottle with a satisfying clack. //Simple as that.// <<if $musicdate is "amararo" or $musicdate is "amarafriend">>"Ooh! Nice shot, $fname!" Amara cheers, <<if $musicdate is "amarafriend">>giving you a high five<<else>>giving you a side hug<</if>>. "Knew you could do it! Wanna do the honors of picking the prize? Lot’a great options this year." Looking at said "great options", you only really spot two that catch your eye. One is a rotund purple unicorn plush with a glittery horn, and the other is a neon orange cat doll that expression screams underpaid overworked retail employee. Both are clearly excellent, but ultimately, you decide…<<elseif $musicdate is "vro" or $musicdate is "vfriend">>"Well done." $vmr Zhang says. "Perhaps we can include this in your yearly performance review. Care to pick the prize?" //Not the performance review.// "Are you sure? You did most of the work." $vmr Zhang nods. "Go right ahead." Looking at the prizes on display, you only really spot two that catch your eye. One is a rotund purple unicorn plush with a glittery horn, and the other is a neon orange cat doll that expression screams underpaid overworked retail employee. Both are clearly excellent, but ultimately, you decide…<<else>><<if $expressive gt $stoic>>"Fuck yeah!" You exclaim, pumping your fist in the air.<<else>>You smile, probably a touch too smugly. //Easy.//<</if>> Using the same strategy as before, the last two rings are child’s play. Just like that, you manage to get a perfect score. Now, all that’s left is for you to pick your prize. Looking at what they have on display, you only really spot two that catch your eye. One is a rotund purple unicorn plush with a glittery horn, and the other is a neon orange cat doll that expression screams underpaid overworked retail employee. Both are clearly excellent, but ultimately, you decide…<</if>><<else>><<set $ringmcpass to 0>>Looking over the bottles, you don’t really see any that seem particularly easier to land than any others. With a shrug, you decide just to aim for one of the bottles on the closest row. All you need to do is toss the ring with a quick flick of the wrist and… Flying towards the bottle in a smooth arch, with a clank and a clink, the ring bounces right off the top of the bottle you were aiming for and hits the ground.<</if>><<elseif $ringmc is "sring">><<if $stealth gte 30>><<set $ringmcpass to 1>>In order to pull this off, you’ll have to first pick a good target. A bottle which not only has a ring successfully landed on it, but is the same color as the one in your hand. <<if $musicdate is "amararo" or $musicdate is "amarafriend">>Lucky for you, it doesn’t appear as though the man running the booth cleans up the rings often, and there are two that fit your requirements. One of which was landed by Amara just a short moment ago—//too risky//—and another from someone who must’ve played sometime earlier. //Perfect.// You make a show of lining up your throw, and then, you wait for the right moment. It only takes a second, but a second is all you need. Watching out of the corner of your eye, you see it, and toss out the ring. In that same moment, a young child, who you’d noticed had been teetering on the edge of bawling, finally starts to cry over some toy their parents failed to win at a neighboring booth, the loud noise naturally drawing the eye. After seeing what the commotion was about, few continue to stare, but that hardly matters to you. A momentary distraction was more than enough to pull off your ploy. Now all you have to do is sell it. //Just smile and point.// "Not too bad, huh Amara?" You ask with a cocky grin, gesturing to the ring someone before you landed. "Ooh, you made it! Nice shot, $fname!" Amara cheers, <<if $musicdate is "amarafriend">>giving you a high five<<else>>giving you a side hug<</if>>. "Knew you could do it! Wanna do the honors of picking the prize? Lot’a great options this year." Looking at said "great options", you only really spot two that catch your eye. One is a rotund purple unicorn plush with a glittery horn, and the other is a neon orange cat doll that expression screams underpaid overworked retail employee. Both are clearly excellent, but ultimately, you decide…<<elseif $musicdate is "vro" or $musicdate is "vfriend">>Lucky for you, it doesn’t appear as though the man running the booth cleans up the rings often, and there are two that fit your requirements. One of which was landed by $vmr Zhang just a short moment ago—//too risky//—and another from someone who must’ve played sometime earlier. //Perfect.// You make a show of lining up your throw, and then, you wait for the right moment. It only takes a second, but a second is all you need. Watching out of the corner of your eye, you see it, and toss out the ring. In that same moment, a young child, who you’d noticed had been teetering on the edge of bawling, finally starts to cry over some toy their parents failed to win at a neighboring booth, the loud noise naturally drawing the eye. After seeing what the commotion was about, few continue to stare, but that hardly matters to you. A momentary distraction was more than enough to pull off your ploy. Now all you have to do is sell it. //Just smile and point.// "Not too bad, huh $vnick?" You ask with a cocky grin, gesturing to the ring someone before you landed. "Ah, I see. Well done." $vmr Zhang says, looking a tiny bit impressed. You think. "Perhaps we can include this in your yearly performance review. Care to pick the prize?" //Not the performance review.// "Are you sure? You did most of the work." $vmr Zhang nods. "Go right ahead." Looking at the prizes on display, you only really spot two that catch your eye. One is a rotund purple unicorn plush with a glittery horn, and the other is a neon orange cat doll that expression screams underpaid overworked retail employee. Both are clearly excellent, but ultimately, you decide…<<else>>Lucky for you, it doesn’t appear as though the man running the booth cleans up the rings often, and there’s one that fit your requirements that must’ve been landed by someone who played earlier. //Perfect.// You make a show of lining up your throw, and then, you wait for the right moment. It only takes a second, but a second is all you need. Watching out of the corner of your eye, you see it, and toss out the ring. In that same moment, a young child, who you’d noticed had been teetering on the edge of bawling, finally starts to cry over some toy their parents failed to win at a neighboring booth, the loud noise naturally drawing the eye. After seeing what the commotion was about, few continue to stare, but that hardly matters to you. A momentary distraction was more than enough to pull off your ploy. Now all you have to do is sell it. //Just smile and point.// "Not too bad, huh?" You ask with a cocky grin, gesturing to the ring someone before you landed. The man grunts in what you assume to be acknowledgment. //Good.// You won’t be able to use that same strategy twice, but you don’t need to. Tossing out the last two rings without a care, you miss both shots. Not that it really matters. One’s good enough for a prize after all. Now, all that’s left is for you to pick which one you want. Looking at what they have on display, you only really spot two that catch your eye. One is a rotund purple unicorn plush with a glittery horn, and the other is a neon orange cat doll that expression screams underpaid overworked retail employee. Both are clearly excellent, but ultimately, you decide…<</if>><<else>><<set $ringmcpass to 0>>In order to pull this off, you’ll have to first pick a good target. A bottle which not only has a ring successfully landed on it, but is the same color as the one in your hand. <<if $musicdate is "amararo" or $musicdate is "amarafriend">>Lucky for you, it doesn’t appear as though the man running the booth cleans up the rings often, and there are two that fit your requirements. One of which was landed by Amara just a short moment ago—//too risky//—and another from someone who must’ve played sometime earlier. //Perfect.// You make a show of lining up your throw, and then, you have to distract Amara and the man running the booth. Not seeing a clear way to draw their attention away, you wind up just tossing out the ring. In the moment you do so, you quickly jerk your head around as if noticing something, hoping their eyes will follow. Unfortunately for you, while Amara does glance that way for a second, the man running the booth barely blinks. And //both// of their eyes land on the ring you threw as it falls on the ground.<<elseif $musicdate is "vro" or $musicdate is "vfriend">>Lucky for you, it doesn’t appear as though the man running the booth cleans up the rings often, and there are two that fit your requirements. One of which was landed by $vmr Zhang just a short moment ago—//too risky//—and another from someone who must’ve played sometime earlier. //Perfect.// You make a show of lining up your throw, and then, you have to distract $vmr Zhang and the man running the booth. Not seeing a clear way to draw their attention away, you wind up just tossing out the ring. In the moment you do so, you quickly jerk your head around as if noticing something, hoping their eyes will follow. Unfortunately for you, it seems neither one of them are fooled, $vmr Zhang even looks a bit disappointed, turning to you with a raised eyebrow. And //both// of their eyes land on the ring you threw as it falls on the ground.<<else>>Lucky for you, it doesn’t appear as though the man running the booth cleans up the rings often, and there’s one that fit your requirements that must’ve been landed by someone who played earlier. //Perfect.// You make a show of lining up your throw, and then, you just have to distract the man running the booth. Not seeing a clear way to draw his attention away, you wind up just tossing out the ring. In the moment you do so, you quickly jerk your head around as if noticing something, hoping his eyes will follow. Unfortunately for you, it seems he isn’t fooled, eyes following the ring you threw as it falls on the ground.<</if>><</if>><<elseif $ringmc is "lring">><<set $ringchance to random(1, 100)>><<if $ringchance lte 95>><<set $ringmcpass to 1>>Why should you bother wasting time figuring out some complex strategy when games like this are half luck anyway? All you need to do, is throw out the ring towards the bottles and hope for the best. //Spin the wheel and watch it turn.// Ring in hand, you blindly toss it out with a quick flick of the wrist. Flying out in a wide arch, you watch as it hits the top of a bottle and… Just like that, the ring lands around the neck of the bottle with a satisfying clack. //Simple as that.// <<if $musicdate is "amararo" or $musicdate is "amarafriend">>"Ooh! Nice shot, $fname!" Amara cheers, <<if $musicdate is "amarafriend">>giving you a high five<<else>>giving you a side hug<</if>>. "Knew you could do it! Wanna do the honors of picking the prize? Lot’a great options this year." Looking at said "great options", you only really spot two that catch your eye. One is a rotund purple unicorn plush with a glittery horn, and the other is a neon orange cat doll that expression screams underpaid overworked retail employee. Both are clearly excellent, but ultimately, you decide…<<elseif $musicdate is "vro" or $musicdate is "vfriend">>"Well done." $vmr Zhang says. "Perhaps we can include this in your yearly performance review. Care to pick the prize?" //Not the performance review.// "Are you sure? You did most of the work." $vmr Zhang nods. "Go right ahead." Looking at the prizes on display, you only really spot two that catch your eye. One is a rotund purple unicorn plush with a glittery horn, and the other is a neon orange cat doll that expression screams underpaid overworked retail employee. Both are clearly excellent, but ultimately, you decide…<<else>>Using the same strategy as before, you throw the last two rings, one making it while the others clatters onto the ground. //Well, two out of three’s not bad.// And it’s more than good enough to win you a prize. Looking at what they have on display, you only really spot two that catch your eye. One is a rotund purple unicorn plush with a glittery horn, and the other is a neon orange cat doll that expression screams underpaid overworked retail employee. Both are clearly excellent, but ultimately, you decide…<</if>><<else>><<set $ringmcpass to 0>>Why should you bother wasting time figuring out some complex strategy when games like this are half luck anyway? All you need to do, is throw out the ring towards the bottles and hope for the best. //Spin the wheel and watch it turn.// Ring in hand, you blindly toss it out with a quick flick of the wrist. Flying out in a wide arch, you watch as it hits the top of a bottle and… See it bounce right off and clatter to the ground.<</if>><<else>><<set $ringchance to random(1, 100)>><<if $ringchance lte 50>><<set $ringmcpass to 1>>No, seriously. Why are you overthinking this so much? Games like this are rigged as shit anyway, no point trying to come up with an actual strategy. It’s ring toss, not rocket science, just toss the ring. And so you do, and with a quick flick of the wrist the ring is sent flying towards the bottles. Falling in a wide arch, you watch as it hits the top of a bottle and… Just like that, the ring lands around the neck of the bottle with a satisfying clack. //Simple as that.// <<if $musicdate is "amararo" or $musicdate is "amarafriend">>"Ooh! Nice shot, $fname!" Amara cheers, <<if $musicdate is "amarafriend">>giving you a high five<<else>>giving you a side hug<</if>>. "Knew you could do it! Wanna do the honors of picking the prize? Lot’a great options this year." Looking at said "great options", you only really spot two that catch your eye. One is a rotund purple unicorn plush with a glittery horn, and the other is a neon orange cat doll that expression screams underpaid overworked retail employee. Both are clearly excellent, but ultimately, you decide…<<elseif $musicdate is "vro" or $musicdate is "vfriend">>"Well done." $vmr Zhang says. "Perhaps we can include this in your yearly performance review. Care to pick the prize?" //Not the performance review.// "Are you sure? You did most of the work." $vmr Zhang nods. "Go right ahead." Looking at the prizes on display, you only really spot two that catch your eye. One is a rotund purple unicorn plush with a glittery horn, and the other is a neon orange cat doll that expression screams underpaid overworked retail employee. Both are clearly excellent, but ultimately, you decide…<<else>>Using the same strategy as before, you throw the last two rings, one making it while the others clatters onto the ground. //Well, two out of three’s not bad.// And it’s more than good enough to win you a prize. Looking at what they have on display, you only really spot two that catch your eye. One is a rotund purple unicorn plush with a glittery horn, and the other is a neon orange cat doll that expression screams underpaid overworked retail employee. Both are clearly excellent, but ultimately, you decide…<</if>><<else>><<set $ringmcpass to 0>>No, seriously. Why are you overthinking this so much? Games like this are rigged as shit anyway, no point trying to come up with an actual strategy. It’s ring toss, not rocket science, just toss the ring. And so you do, and with a quick flick of the wrist the ring is sent flying towards the bottles. Falling in a wide arch, you watch as it hits the top of a bottle and… See it bounce right off and clatter to the ground.<</if>><</if>> <<if $ringmcpass is 0>><span class="next"><<button "//Well, you tried.//" "chap3festringfail">><</button>></span><<else>>*<<link "“I’ll take that unicorn please.” You say to the man running the booth, pointing at the one perched on the top shelf." "chap3festringwin">><<set $ringmcplush to "unicorn">><</link>> *<<link "“The cat over there would be great, thanks.” You say, gesturing to the one sitting on the lower shelf." "chap3festringwin">><<set $ringmcplush to "cat">><</link>> <<if $musicdate is "amararo" or $musicdate is "amarafriend">>*<<link "“Ugh, I can’t decide. Pick for me Amara?” You ask with an exaggerated pout." "chap3festringwin">><<set $ringmcplush to "amarapick">><</link>><<elseif $musicdate is "vro" or $musicdate is "vfriend">>*<<link "“Ugh, I can’t decide. Pick for me $vnick?” You ask with an exaggerated pout." "chap3festringwin">><<set $ringmcplush to "vpick">><</link>><<else>>*<<link "“Ugh, I can’t decide. Want to pick for me ring toss guy?” You ask the man running the booth." "chap3festringwin">><<set $ringmcplush to "ringman">><</link>><</if>><<if $musicdate is "amararo" or $musicdate is "amarafriend">>*<<link "“You can pick Amara, it was your money after all, you should get the prize.” You reply." "chap3festringwin">><<set $ringmcplush to "amaragive">><</link>><<elseif $musicdate is "vro" or $musicdate is "vfriend">>*<<link "“You can pick $vnick, it was your money after all, you should get the prize.” You reply." "chap3festringwin">><<set $ringmcplush to "vgive">><</link>><<else>>*<<link "“Maybe I should just flip a coin?” You say aloud. Either or is fine, might as well do it this way." "chap3festringwin">><<set $ringmcplush to "coinflip">><</link>><</if>><</if>>

<<if $musicdate is "solo">>Thankfully, you do still have a couple attempts left. Seeing as your last strategy didn’t exactly work out for you, you decide to just try your best. Luckily for you, one lonesome ring manages to find it’s way around the neck of a bottle and actually stay there! //Incredible.// And it’s just enough to win you a prize. Looking at what they have on display, you only really spot two that catch your eye. One is a rotund purple unicorn plush with a glittery horn, and the other is a neon orange cat doll that expression screams underpaid overworked retail employee. Both are clearly excellent, but ultimately, you decide…<<elseif $musicdate is "amararo" or $musicdate is "amarafriend">>"Ah, almost had it!" Amara says, patting your shoulder consolingly. "Oh well, I got one so that’s still good enough for a prize. Just gotta decide which. Choices, choices." She hums to herself as she scrutinizes the plushies on display, eyes seem stuck between a rotund unicorn and a grumpy looking cat. "Hm, which one would you choose $fname?"<<elseif $musicdate is "vro" or $musicdate is "vfriend">>"Good effort. It is harder than it seems." $vmr Zhang says consolingly. "Regardless, we have still won a prize, but… hm, why don’t you pick? I have no strong preference for any of them."<</if>> <<if $musicdate is "solo">>*<<link "“I’ll take that unicorn please.” You say to the man running the booth, pointing at the one perched on the top shelf." "chap3festringwin">><<set $ringmcplush to "unicorn">><</link>><<elseif $musicdate is "vro" or $musicdate is "vfriend">>*<<link "“The unicorn for sure. Just look at the little guy. It’s basically a ball with legs and a horn.”" "chap3festringwin">><<set $ringmcplush to "vunicorn">><</link>><<else>>*<<link "“The unicorn for sure. Just look at the little guy. It’s basically a ball with legs and a horn.”" "chap3festringwin">><<set $ringmcplush to "amaraunicorn">><</link>><</if>><<if $musicdate is "solo">>*<<link "“The cat over there would be great, thanks.” You say, gesturing to the one sitting on the lower shelf." "chap3festringwin">><<set $ringmcplush to "cat">><</link>><<elseif $musicdate is "vro" or $musicdate is "vfriend">>*<<link "“The cat looks like it hates it’s own existence. Clearly, it’s the superior choice.”" "chap3festringwin">><<set $ringmcplush to "vcat">><</link>><<else>>*<<link "“The cat looks like it hates it’s own existence. Clearly, it’s the superior choice.”" "chap3festringwin">><<set $ringmcplush to "amaracat">><</link>><</if>><<if $musicdate is "solo">>*<<link "“Ugh, I can’t decide. Want to pick for me ring toss guy?” You ask the man running the booth." "chap3festringwin">><<set $ringmcplush to "ringman">><</link>><<elseif $musicdate is "vro" or $musicdate is "vfriend">>*<<link "“Uh, I don’t know.” You say, distractedly. “Both are fine.”" "chap3festringwin">><<set $ringmcplush to "vidk">><</link>><<else>>*<<link "“Uh, I don’t know.” You say, distractedly. “Both are fine.”" "chap3festringwin">><<set $ringmcplush to "amaraidk">><</link>><</if>><<if $musicdate is "solo">>*<<link "“Maybe I should just flip a coin?” You say aloud. Either or is fine, might as well do it this way." "chap3festringwin">><<set $ringmcplush to "coinflip">><</link>><</if>>

<<if $ringmcplush is "unicorn">>With a put upon sigh, the man running the booth pulls out a stool to stand on and pulls it down. Handing it over to you with a bland, "Have a nice day."<<elseif $ringmcplush is "cat">>The man running the booth nods and quickly passes the plush cat over to you with a bland, "Have a nice day."<<elseif $ringmcplush is "vunicorn">>"All right then, in that case, we will take that unicorn. Thank you." $vHe replies pointing to the plush in question, sitting on the uppermost shelf. With a put upon sigh, the man running the booth pulls out a stool to stand on and pulls it down. Handing it over to $vmr Zhang with a bland, "Have a nice day."<<elseif $ringmcplush is "amaraunicorn">>"I was kinda leaning that way. The roundness of its body and sparkly horn calls to me. Yep, okay, Mr. Ring Toss Man, I’ll take that purple unicorn please!" She replies pointing to the exact one she wants, perched on the uppermost shelf. With a put upon sigh, the man running the booth pulls out a stool to stand on and pulls it down. Handing it over to Amara with a bland, "Have a nice day."<<elseif $ringmcplush is "vcat">>"The cat is rather nice. Yes, all right then, we will take that one. Thank you." $vHe replies pointing to the plush in question, perched on a low shelf. The man running the booth nods and quickly passes the plush cat over to $vmr Zhang with a bland, "Have a nice day."<<elseif $ringmcplush is "amaracat">><<if $airel gte 15>>"Hm, it //is// pretty cute. Guess I’ve got no choice but to take it home. Alright, Mr. Ring Toss Man, I’ll take that orange cat if you please!" She replies pointing to the exact one she wants, perched on a low shelf. The man running the booth nods and quickly passes the plush cat over to Amara with a bland, "Have a nice day."<<else>><<set $ringmcplush to "amaraunicorn">>"Hm, it //is// pretty cute. But I think I’ll go with the unicorn. The roundness of it’s body and sparkly horn calls to me. Yep, okay, Mr. Ring Toss Man, I’ll take that purple unicorn please!" She replies pointing to the exact one she wants, perched on the uppermost shelf. With a put upon sigh, the man running the booth pulls out a stool to stand on and pulls it down. Handing it over to Amara with a bland, "Have a nice day."<</if>><<elseif $ringmcplush is "vidk">><<set $ringmcplush to "vcat">>"I see, well, in that case. How about the cat? It is rather nice. Yes, all right then, we will take that one. Thank you." $vHe replies pointing to the plush in question, perched on a low shelf. The man running the booth nods and quickly passes the plush cat over to $vmr Zhang with a bland, "Have a nice day."<<elseif $ringmcplush is "amaraidk">><<set $ringmcplush to "amaraunicorn">>"Ah, you’re no help." Amara says teasingly, no real heat to it. "I’ll just go with my gut then. Yep, okay, Mr. Ring Toss Man, I’ll take that purple unicorn please! The roundness of it’s body and sparkly horn calls to me." Pointing to the exact one she wants, perched on the uppermost shelf. With a put upon sigh, the man running the booth pulls out a stool to stand on and pulls it down. Handing it over to Amara with a bland, "Have a nice day."<<elseif $ringmcplush is "amarapick">><<if $stoic gt $expressive>><<set $ringmcplush to "cat">>"You sure? Well, in that case… how about the cat, I think its cute grumpy face suits you." Amara says with a teasing grin. "Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?" You ask, all mock offense. "Nothing, nothing!" She says with a chuckle. "You just look so serious sometimes. Thought the little guy would suit you." "Well, no arguing that logic, guess I’ll have to get the cat then. That one, if you could." You say, pointing to the specific plush you’d like, sitting on the lower shelf. The man running the booth nods and quickly passes the plush cat over to you with a bland, "Have a nice day."<<else>><<set $ringmcplush to "unicorn">>"You sure? Well, in that case… how about the unicorn, I think its sparkly personality suits you." Amara says with a teasing grin. "Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?" You ask, all mock offense. "Nothing, nothing!" She says with a chuckle. "You just give off that sorta vibe. Thought the little guy might suit you." "Well, no arguing that logic, guess I’ll have to get the unicorn then. That one, if you could." You say, pointing to the specific plush you’d like, perched on the top shelf. With a put upon sigh, the man running the booth pulls out a stool to stand on and pulls it down. Handing it over to you with a bland, "Have a nice day."<</if>><<elseif $ringmcplush is "vpick">><<if $stoic gt $expressive>><<set $ringmcplush to "cat">>"Are you certain? Well then… how about the cat, I believe its serious expression suits you." "Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?" You ask, all mock offense. "I believe you heard me. I stand by my statement." "Well, no arguing that logic, guess I’ll have to get the cat then. That one, if you could." You say, pointing to the specific plush you’d like, sitting on the lower shelf. The man running the booth nods and quickly passes the plush cat over to you with a bland, "Have a nice day."<<else>><<set $ringmcplush to "unicorn">>"Are you certain? Well then… how about the unicorn, I believe its… exuberance suits you." "Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?" You ask, all mock offense. "I believe you heard me. I stand by my statement." "Well, no arguing that logic, guess I’ll have to get the unicorn then. That one, if you could." You say, pointing to the specific plush you’d like, perched on the top shelf. With a put upon sigh, the man running the booth pulls out a stool to stand on and pulls it down. Handing it over to you with a bland, "Have a nice day."<</if>><<elseif $ringmcplush is "amaragive">><<set $ringmcplush to "amaraunicorn">>"You sure?" "Of course. You //did// land the first ring too. Honors' all yours." "Well, in that case… I think I’ll go with the unicorn. The roundness of it’s body and sparkly horn calls to me. Yep, okay, Mr. Ring Toss Man, I’ll take that purple unicorn please!" She replies pointing to the exact one she wants, perched on the uppermost shelf, with a beaming grin. With a put upon sigh, the man running the booth pulls out a stool to stand on and pulls it down. Handing it over to Amara with a bland, "Have a nice day."<<elseif $ringmcplush is "vgive">><<set $ringmcplush to "vcat">>"Are you certain?" "Of course. You //did// land two out of three of the rings too. Honors' all yours." "I see. Well then, I suppose I will take that cat over there. Thank you." $vHe replies pointing to the plush in question, sitting on one of the lower shelves. With a put upon sigh, the man running the booth pulls out a stool to stand on and pulls it down. Handing it over to $vmr Zhang with a bland, "Have a nice day."<<elseif $ringmcplush is "ringman">>He stares at you blankly for a second before heaving out a sigh. "Fine, the cat then." "Works for me. Why pick that one though?" "I don’t need a step stool to grab it." He replies, deadpan, as he quickly passes the plush cat over to you with a bland, "Have a nice day."<<set $ringmcplush to "cat">><<elseif $ringmcplush is "coinflip">><<set $coinchance to random(1, 100)>>//Heads for unicorn, tails for cat.// With a nod, you pull out a coin, shaking it between your palms for a good few seconds before flipping it from one hand to the other. <<if $coinchance lte 50>>//Heads!// Unicorn it is.<<set $ringmcplush to "unicorn">><<else>>//Tails!// Cat it is.<<set $ringmcplush to "cat">><</if>> <<if $ringmcplush is "unicorn">>"Well, the coin has spoken. I’ll take that unicorn please." You say, pointing to the exact one you want. With a put upon sigh, the man running the booth pulls out a stool to stand on and pulls it down. Handing it over to you with a bland, "Have a nice day."<<else>>“Well, the coin has spoken. I’ll take that cat please.” You say, pointing to the exact one you want. The man running the booth nods and quickly passes the plush cat over to you with a bland, "Have a nice day."<</if>><</if>> <<if $musicdate is "solo">><<if $$ringmcpass is 0>>Hard won prize<<else>>Prize<</if>> in hand, you decide to leave the booths and head towards the nearest stage, ready to finally get to the 'music' part of the music festival. Even from a distance, you can hear the thrum of the bass, beat of the drums, and the yells from the crowd. <span class="next"><<button "//This should be good.//" "chap3fest2">><</button>></span><<elseif $musicdate is "amarafriend" or $musicdate is "amararo">><<if ($ringmcplush isnot "amaragive") and ($ringmcplush isnot "amaracat") and ($ringmcplush isnot "amaraunicorn")>>Plushie in hand, you and Amara leave the booth, slowly meandering towards the stages. Looking down at your prize, you consider what to do with it. Amara didn’t seem to care if you kept it, but she //did// pay for the game. Do you want to keep it? Or maybe you could give it to Amara?<<if $musicdate is "amararo">> //Might make for a nice romanic gesture, right?//<</if>> *<<link "Keep it. It’s cute and if Amara doesn’t want it, then why not?" "chap3giveprize">><<set $plushgift to "no">><</link>> *<<link "Give it to her, she’ll appreciate it more than you anyway." "chap3giveprize">><<set $plushgift to "yes">><<set $airel += 5>><</link>> <<if $musicdate is "amararo">>*<<link "Give it to her, this //is// meant to be a date isn’t it? Go for that classic movie moment." "chap3giveprize">><<set $plushgift to "yesro">><<set $airel += 5>><<set $airo += 1>><</link>><</if>><<else>><<if $musicdate is "amararo">>"It’s almost time for some of the bands to start performing. Want to head over to one of the stages?" You ask, seeing most of the crowd begin congregating around them for the festival’s acts. "Oh, yeah, ‘course. We agreed on stage two to start right?" She replies, slipping her hand down into yours. "Ah, but first, before I forget. I got a little somethin’ for you." Amara holds up her hard won prize with her free hand, shaking it from side to side in a little dance. Taking the <<if $ringmcplush is "amaracat">>cat<<else>>unicorn<</if>> plush from her you raise an eyebrow. "Are you sure? I thought you wanted this one?" "Eh, it’s cute, but not as cute as you." She replies with a flirty wink. "Plus, I’ve got plenty of dolls at my place. Figured it’d be better with you. A little something to remember the day with." "Oh," You say, genuinely surprised and almost touched by the gesture, "well then, thank you. I’ll take good care of it."<<if $ringmcplush is "amaracat">><<set $ringmcplush to "cat">><<else>><<set $ringmcplush to "unicorn">><</if>><<else>>"It’s almost time for some of the bands to start performing. Want to head over to one of the stages?" You ask, seeing most of the crowd begin congregating around them for the festival’s acts. "Oh, yeah, ‘course. We agreed on stage two to start right? Yeah? Let’s head over then. Don’t wanna miss the show!" She replies.<</if>> <span class="next"><<button "//This should be good.//" "chap3fest2">><</button>></span><</if>><<elseif $musicdate is "vro" or $musicdate is "vfriend">><<if ($ringmcplush isnot "vgive") and ($ringmcplush isnot "vcat") and ($ringmcplush isnot "vunicorn")>>Plushie in hand, you and $vmr Zhang leave the booth, slowly meandering towards the stages. Looking down at your prize, you consider what to do with it.$ vmr Zhang didn’t seem to care if you kept it, but $vhe //did// pay for the game. Do you want to keep it? Or maybe you could give it to $vhim?<<if $musicdate is "vro">> //Might make for a nice romanic gesture, right?// Not that this is a date. Of course. $vmr Zhang was quite clear on that.<</if>> *<<link "Keep it. It’s cute and if $vmr Zhang doesn’t want it, then why not?" "chap3giveprize">><<set $plushgift to "no">><</link>> *<<link "Give it to $vhim, $vhe might appreciate it more than you anyway." "chap3giveprize">><<set $plushgift to "yes">><<set $vrel += 5>><</link>> <<if $musicdate is "vro">>*<<link "Give it to $vhim, this might not be a date but, well, you wish it was. Go for that classic movie moment." "chap3giveprize">><<set $plushgift to "yesro">><<set $vrel += 5>><<set $vro += 1>><</link>><</if>><<else>><<if $musicdate is "vro">>"It’s almost time for some of the bands to start performing. Want to head over to one of the stages?" You ask, seeing most of the crowd begin congregating around them for the festival’s acts. $vmr Zhang nods. "We agreed on stage two to start right? Yes? Good, let’s go ahead then." Despite saying this, $vhe doesn’t start walking. "Actually, before we go. I was thinking. Perhaps, you would appreciate this more than I." As $vhe speaks, $vhe holds out $vhis prize towards you, a light blush coloring $vhis cheeks. Taking the <<if $ringmcplush is "vunicorn">>unicorn<<else>>cat<</if>> plush from $vhim you blink at $vhim, confused. "Are you sure? I thought you wanted this one?" "I have no need for it, and, truthfully, I’d prefer you have it." "Oh," You say, genuinely surprised and almost touched by the gesture, "well then, thank you. I’ll take good care of it."<<if $ringmcplush is "vunicorn">><<set $ringmcplush to "unicorn">><<else>><<set $ringmcplush to "cat">><</if>><<else>>"It’s almost time for some of the bands to start performing. Want to head over to one of the stages?" You ask, seeing most of the crowd begin congregating around them for the festival’s acts. $vmr Zhang nods. "We agreed on stage two to start right? Yes? Good, let’s go ahead then."<</if>> <span class="next"><<button "//This should be good.//" "chap3fest2">><</button>></span><</if>><</if>>

<<if $musicdate is "amararo" or $musicdate is "amarafriend">>"Works for me. Let’s go before the lines’ really start gettin’ long." A few minutes later, food in hand, Amara excitedly drags you over to a ring toss booth—a variety of cheap looking plushies framing the sides of the stall, illuminated by a string of multi-colored fairy lights. "You know, I don’t think most music festivals have fair games. Food and drinks sure. Somewhere to buy merch. But ring toss? Feels a bit out of place, don’t you think?" You comment to Amara, watching a couple ahead of you playing. "Yeah, no, definitely not the norm. I like it though! You get all the fun of a fair mixed with good live music and alcohol. What’s not to like?" She replies, and then, before you get a chance to respond carries on. "Ooh, look’s like we’re next. C’mon $fname!" Within seconds, Amara is already at the front of the stall, handing a few dollars over to the tired looking man running it. Rings in hand, she turns back to you with a cocky smile. "Watch and learn, $fname. Watch and learn." Amara says as she scans the rows of glass bottles with a careful eye, picking her target. She nods to herself and, with a practiced flick of her wrist, flings the ring out in a neat arch, landing with a spin around the neck of a bottle in the furthest row with a resounding clank. "Not bad. Think you can land the other two?" You ask, actually a bit impressed given Amara has admitted before to not being particularly athletic. //Not that you're one to talk.// "Oh, definitely. No doubt. I’m forty-percent certain of it, in fact." She replies, waving a ring in her hand, shooting you a cheeky grin. "Forty-percent? Don’t get overconfident now, wouldn’t want to get a big head." You tease. "Overconfident?" She says, holding back a smile. "That’s what you’d think, huh? Then, how do you explain //this//—" Tossing out the second ring with confidence, you both watch in anticipation as it hits one of bottles in the front row and then—proceeds to bounce off and flop on the ground. "Well. Can’t say I didn’t try. Wanna give the last one a shot?" *<<link "“Sure. Why not. Can’t do any worse than that.”" "chap3festring">><</link>> *<<link "“Yeah, I’ll give it a go. I think I should be able to hit something. Probably.”" "chap3festring">><</link>> *<<link "“Nah, I think you’ve got it. Believe in yourself Amara.”" "chap3festnoplay">><</link>> *<<link "“No thanks, I’m good just watching. You have at it.”" "chap3festnoplay">><</link>><<elseif $musicdate is "vro" or $musicdate is "vfriend">><<if $vnameask is "name">>"I… suppose that would be fine. But //only// outside of work, $fname." $vHe says, averting $vhis gaze. "Really? You’re sure? Well, all right. No taking it back now, //$vname."// $vHe sighs but doesn’t otherwise reply. You count that as a win. "Where to now? Want to check out one of the games? Could be a good time sink." You ask $vhim, looking around. "I suppose so. Which did you want to go to?" As $vmr Zhang speaks, you notice vhis eyes pause as they roam over the nearby booths, landing on one in particular.<<elseif $vnameask is "food">>$vmr Zhang nods. "That’s fine. Where did you want to go?" "The stall over there looks pretty good, thought I’d give it a try. Want anything for yourself?" "No thank you. I ate lunch before coming here. Perhaps later." A short wait later and you have your food in hand. The two of you decide to walk around for a while, looking at whichever stalls strikes your fancy, until you notice $vmr Zhang pause, eyes fixed on a nearby booth.<<else>>"Truthfully, I didn’t think music festivals usually had fair games. It was a bit odd to see advertised on the festival’s website." "Yeah, it’s kinda unusual. Haven’t seen a music festival with that before either. Could be worth a try. We’ve got time to kill anyway." "I suppose so. Which did you want to go to?" As $vmr Zhang speaks, you notice $vhis eyes pause as they roam over the nearby booths, landing on one in particular.<</if>> Following $vhis gaze, you land upon a brightly painted stall, framed by a variety of cheap looking plushies and illuminated by a string of multi-colored fairy lights. "So, want to check out the ring toss booth next?" You ask with a sly grin, causing $vhim to blush ever so slightly. "Ah, yes. I do. I remember enjoying that game as a child, so I’d like to experience it again. If you don’t mind?" "Of course we can play. C’mon, let’s go!" You reply, <<if $musicdate is "vro">>grabbing $vhim by the arm, <<else>>tugging on $vhis sleeve, <</if>>pulling $vhim over to the booth. Within seconds, the two of you are already at the front of the stall—no line to keep you waiting—and are handing over a few dollars over to the tired looking man running it. Rings in hand, $vhe turns to you. "Is it all right if I play first?" $vmr Zhang asks. After seeing your nod, $vhe scans the rows of glass bottles with a careful eye, picking $vhis target. $vHe nods to $vself and, with a practiced flick of $vhis wrist, flings the ring out in a neat arch, landing with a spin around the neck of a bottle in the furthest row with a resounding clank. "Not bad. Think you can land the other two?" You ask, actually a bit impressed. You’ve only ever seen $vmr Zhang in an office setting, and assumed, perhaps wrongly, that $vhe wasn’t particularly athletic. //You might have to rethink that one.// "Most likely. It’s a simple enough game if you have the skill. The only issue is luck, even if you throw it well, it could still rebound off the bottle." "Oh yeah? That simple is it? Careful now, $vnick, wouldn’t want to get a big head.” You tease. "I don’t believe that will be an issue<<if $vnameask is "name">>, $fname<</if>>." $vHe says with a subtle grin. Tossing out the second ring with a calculated grace, you both watch as it lands cleanly around the neck of the bottle next to the one $vhe landed before. "As I said. Simple. Would you like to give the last one a try?" *<<link "“Sure. Why not. We’re guaranteed a prize regardless.”" "chap3festring">><</link>> *<<link "“Yeah, I’ll give it a go. I think I should be able to hit something. Probably.”" "chap3festring">><</link>> *<<link "“Nah, I think you’ve got it. I’d just make a fool out of myself.”" "chap3festnoplay">><</link>> *<<link "“No thanks, I’m good just watching. You have at it.”" "chap3festnoplay">><</link>><<elseif $musicdate is "solo">>It takes a few minutes, but, soon you’ve got your delicious food in hand, and have returned to wandering around aimlessly. Eating as you go. Until, a certain booth catches your eye—a ring toss booth of all things, with a variety of cheap looking plushies framing the sides of the stall, illuminated by a string of multi-colored fairy lights. //Huh, that’s a bit odd.// You didn’t think music festivals usually had fair games. Food, drink, places to buy merch—all pretty standard stuff—ring toss on the other hand. Seems a bit out there. Despite the unusual nature of it, it does look kind of fun. There’s no line either. Maybe you could give it a try? To pass the time, if nothing else. *<<link "Why not? You’ve got some time to kill and not much else to do at present. Might as well try it." "chap3festring">><</link>> *<<link "The prizes are kind of cute… So, sure, why not. Ring toss time." "chap3festring">><</link>> *<<link "Nah, you’d rather walk around a bit, scope the place out more. Maybe you’ll find something useful." "chap3solofest">><<set $securityguard to 1>><</link>> *<<link "No, you’d rather not. There’s better uses for your time. Even if you just end up trying to get a good spot by the stage and nothing else." "chap3solofest">><<set $securityguard to 1>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $musicdate is "solo">>It’s been a few hours since you’ve arrived at the festival. You’ve already seen several different artists perform. Some you liked, some you didn’t, but overall, you’ve been having fun. Checking out the booths, enjoying the performances, watching a drunk guitarist fall off the stage and continue playing on the ground, almost getting dragged into an unforeseen mosh pit. Good stuff. There’s just one more performance you decided to see before calling it a night. A local band that caught your eye. Apparently, their popularity’s skyrocketed these last few months, though, personally, you’ve never heard of them before today. You’re about to head over from the bench you were resting on between shows when you hear it. Or, rather, //them.// A voice, familiar yet unfamiliar all at once. An itch you can’t quite scratch. You look around for the speaker, just barely spotting them out of the crowd. A woman, tall and muscular, head half shaved and dyed bright red, numerous piercings shining in the lights. A red and black tattoo on her arm, the details of which allude you from this distance. You don’t know her, you’re fairly certain of that. You //shouldn’t// know her. And yet, for whatever reason, her voice won’t stop ringing in your ears as she laughs to the couple standing beside her. //Where have you heard her before?// It takes you a painfully long moment before the realization hits you, a bolt from the blue. The person who your killer was talking to that night. His lackey. The one who restrained you from behind. You only caught a glimpse of her then so it’s no wonder you didn’t recognize her right away, but, now that you have, you can’t shake it. Shake the feeling of your wrists being wrenched behind your body, held by calloused hands in a vise-like grip. The cold metal of a gun pressed to your chest, felt even through the fabric of your shirt. A red light flashing, broken, reflected by the puddles on the ground. Reflected by your eyes. Empty, dead, gone. //Broken.// //Are you still here? Are you still dreaming?// Your breath’s caught in your throat, lungs burning but you’ve frozen in place. //Just like you were then.// //You—// "Excuse me? Are you all right dear? You look a bit ill, perhaps you should sit back down and rest." You hear an older woman say, a firm hand on your shoulder coaxing you back into your seat. You take a shuddering breath, and slump back down to the bench you had barely risen out of. "Yeah, I—yeah, sorry. I think I need a minute." You mumble, focusing on a nearby street light, letting it wash away the images still lingering behind your eyes and just breathe. //In and out.// Slowly, until you feel the panic still clinging to you fade away. "Would you like me to call you a cab sweetie? It’d be no trouble." She says softly, gently rubbing circles into your skin where her hand rests on your back.<<elseif $musicdate is "amararo" or $musicdate is "amarafriend">>It’s been a few hours since you’ve arrived at the festival. You and Amara have already seen several different artists perform. Some you liked, some you didn’t, but overall, the two of you have been having fun. Talking, joking around, enjoying the performances, watching a drunk guitarist fall off the stage and continue playing on the ground, almost getting dragged into an unforeseen mosh pit. Good stuff. There’s just one more performance the two of you decided to see before calling it a night. A local prog rock band Amara says she likes. Apparently, their popularity’s skyrocketed these last few months, though, you’ve never heard of them yourself. You’re about to head over from the bench the two of you were resting on between shows when you hear it. Or, rather, //them.// A voice, familiar yet unfamiliar all at once. An itch you can’t quite scratch. You look around for the speaker, just barely spotting them out of the crowd. A woman, tall and muscular, head half shaved and dyed bright red, numerous piercings shining in the lights. A red and black tattoo on her arm, the details of which allude you from this distance. You don’t know her, you’re fairly certain of that. You //shouldn’t// know her. And yet, for whatever reason, her voice won’t stop ringing in your ears as she laughs to the couple standing beside her. //Where have you heard her before?// It takes you a painfully long moment before the realization hits you, a bolt from the blue. The person who your killer was talking to that night. His lackey. The one who restrained you from behind. You only caught a glimpse of her then so it’s no wonder you didn’t recognize her right away, but, now that you have, you can’t shake it. Shake the feeling of your wrists being wrenched behind your body, held by calloused hands in a vise-like grip. The cold metal of a gun pressed to your chest, felt even through the fabric of your shirt. A red light flashing, broken, reflected by the puddles on the ground. Reflected by your eyes. Empty, dead, gone. //Broken.// //Are you still here? Are you still dreaming?// Your breath’s caught in your throat, lungs burning but you’ve frozen in place. //Just like you were then.// //You—// "$fname? Hey, $fname? What’s wrong? You feelin’ okay there<<if $musicdate is "amararo">> sweetie<</if>>? Need to sit back down?" Amara asks gently, carefully laying a hand on your shoulder, then, a little more firmly when you don’t reject it. You take a shuddering breath, and slump back down to the bench you had barely risen out of. "Yeah, I—yeah, sorry. I think I need a minute." You mumble, focusing on a nearby street light, letting it wash away the images still lingering behind your eyes and just breathe. //In and out.// Slowly, until you feel the panic still clinging to you fade away. "Feelin’ any better?" Amara asks quietly after a few moments pass. "You looked like you were gonna be sick there for a second. Festival food not agreeing with you? Or, maybe a migraine? It is pretty loud, we can skip the last band and just head back if you need to, it’s no biggie."<<elseif $musicdate is "vro" or $musicdate is "vfriend">>It’s been a few hours since you’ve arrived at the festival. You and $vmr Zhang have already seen several different artists perform. Some you liked, some you didn’t, but, overall, the two of you have been having fun. Talking, joking around, enjoying the performances, watching a drunk guitarist fall off the stage and continue playing on the ground, almost getting dragged into an unforeseen mosh pit. Good stuff. There’s just one more performance you decided to see before calling it a night. A local indie metal band $vmr Zhang seemed interested in. Apparently, their popularity’s skyrocketed these last few months, though, you’ve never heard of them yourself. You’re about to head over from the bench the two of you were resting on between shows when you hear it. Or, rather, //them.// A voice, familiar yet unfamiliar all at once. An itch you can’t quite scratch. You look around for the speaker, just barely spotting them out of the crowd. A woman, tall and muscular, head half shaved and dyed bright red, numerous piercings shining in the lights. A red and black tattoo on her arm, the details of which allude you from this distance. You don’t know her, you’re fairly certain of that. You //shouldn’t// know her. And yet, for whatever reason, her voice won’t stop ringing in your ears as she laughs to the couple standing beside her. //Where have you heard her before?// It takes you a painfully long moment before the realization hits you, a bolt from the blue. The person who your killer was talking to that night. His lackey. The one who restrained you from behind. You only caught a glimpse of her then so it’s no wonder you didn’t recognize her right away, but, now that you have, you can’t shake it. Shake the feeling of your wrists being wrenched behind your body, held by calloused hands in a vise-like grip. The cold metal of a gun pressed to your chest, felt even through the fabric of your shirt. A red light flashing, broken, reflected by the puddles on the ground. Reflected by your eyes. Empty, dead, gone. //Broken.// //Are you still here? Are you still dreaming?// Your breath’s caught in your throat, lungs burning but you’ve frozen in place. //Just like you were then.// //You—// "$mmr $lname? ...$fname? Are you feeling all right? You don’t seem well, should we sit back down?" $vmr Zhang asks gently, worried, hands fidgeting in $vhis lap, unsure of what to do. How to help. You take a shuddering breath, and slump back down to the bench you had barely risen out of. "Yeah, I—yeah, sorry. I think I need a minute." You mumble, focusing on a nearby street light, letting it wash away the images still lingering behind your eyes and just breathe. //In and out.// Slowly, until you feel the panic still clinging to you fade away. "I can call you a cab if you need to head home." $vHe says quietly after a few moments pass<<if $musicdate is "vro">>, tentatively resting $vhis hand on your arm<</if>>. "I don’t mind missing the last act, your health is more important."<</if>> <<if $musicdate is "solo">>*<<link "“No… Thank you. I’ll be okay.” You say quietly." "chap3solosadie">><<set $festpath to "solo">><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><</link>> *<<link "“Nah, but I probably should head home. That greasy fair food must’ve finally caught up to me.” You reply with a weak laugh, trying to lighten the mood." "chap3solosadie">><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><<set $festpath to "solo">><</link>> *<<link "“I’m //fine.//” You reply sharply, jerking away from her. “Just. Tired. Overextended myself I guess.”" "chap3solosadie">><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><<set $festpath to "solo">><</link>> *<<link "“It’s not… Nevermind. I’m fine. I don’t need a cab.” You reply, hands still trembling slightly, doubtful that what you’re about to do is a good idea." "chap3solosadie">><<set $pessimistic to Math.round($pessimistic * 1.05)>><<set $optimistic to 100 - $pessimistic>><<set $festpath to "solo">><</link>> *<<link "“No, no. Don’t worry I’m good. I’ll actually be heading out soon.” You reply, impatiently, ready to bolt at a moment's notice." "chap3solosadie">><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><<set $festpath to "solo">><</link>><<elseif $musicdate is "vro" or $musicdate is "vfriend">>*<<link "“That… might be for the best. Sorry $vnick.” You say softly." "chap3solosadie">><<set $festpath to "solo">><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><</link>> *<<link "“Yeah, probably should head home. That greasy fair food must’ve finally caught up to me.” You reply with a weak laugh, trying to lighten the mood." "chap3solosadie">><<set $festpath to "solo">><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><</link>> *<<link "“I’m //fine.//” You reply sharply. “Just. Tired. Overextended myself I guess.”" "chap3solosadie">><<set $festpath to "solo">><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><</link>> *<<link "“Actually…” You start, trailing off into dead air, unsure how to put into words what you want to say—to ask for help you can’t explain //why// you need. “There’s something I need to do. Could you, if it’s not too much trouble, could you come with me?”" "chap3festhelp">><<set $festpath to "v">><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><</link>> *<<link "“It’s not that. There’s just… something I feel like I have to do. I know it’s a lot to ask, but, I could really use your help.” You reply, hands still trembling slightly, doubtful that this is a good idea." "chap3festhelp">><<set $festpath to "v">><<set $pessimistic to Math.round($pessimistic * 1.05)>><<set $optimistic to 100 - $pessimistic>><</link>><<else>>*<<link "“That… might be for the best. Sorry Amara.” You say softly." "chap3solosadie">><<set $festpath to "solo">><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><</link>> *<<link "“Yeah, probably should head home. You were right, that greasy fair food must’ve finally caught up to me.” You reply with a weak laugh, trying to lighten the mood." "chap3solosadie">><<set $festpath to "solo">><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><</link>> *<<link "“I’m //fine.//” You reply sharply. “Just. Tired. Overextended myself I guess.”" "chap3solosadie">><<set $festpath to "solo">><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><</link>> *<<link "“Actually…” You start, trailing off into dead air, unsure how to put into words what you want to say—to ask for help you can’t explain //why// you need. “There’s something I need to do. Could you, if it’s not too much trouble, could you come with me?”" "chap3festhelp">><<set $festpath to "amara">><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><</link>> *<<link "“It’s not that. There’s just… something I feel like I have to do. I know it’s a lot to ask, but, I could really use your help.” You reply, hands still trembling slightly, doubtful that this is a good idea." "chap3festhelp">><<set $festpath to "amara">><<set $pessimistic to Math.round($pessimistic * 1.05)>><<set $optimistic to 100 - $pessimistic>><</link>><</if>>

<<if $chap3path is "homecoming1">>What were you even thinking? Going to a nightclub of all places to search for your future assassin? And what? Hope he tells you everything you need to know? And that's assuming any of that was even real and you aren't just deluding yourself with some time travel themed flight of fancy. Besides, you have work tomorrow. Things to do. Errands to run. You should spend the day on that, on something productive. Concrete. Something you can actually understand. And, if you truly do have a hitman after you—if the hit is carried out on the same day as you remember—then you still have time. Days. Surely, you can figure out what you need to do before then. A plan of action that's less... grasping at straws and hoping for the best. You aren't avoiding it, just taking more time to let it all sink it. <span class="next"><<button "Right?" "chap3homecoming">><</button>></span><<elseif $chap3path is "guardend">>Given the information you've already got, combined with the fact the woman you saw talking to the security guard earlier also appears to be one of the people seen hanging out with your hitman’s lackey, you’re feeling pretty confident that Club Pyre is where you need to go to find out more. Following someone on the vague hope she doesn’t just head home and you find something connected to her work, the where's and who's in particular, seems neither likely nor smart. With that in mind, you decide to abandon your current plan and just head home. Get some rest. Tomorrow, you can scope out the club and try to dig deeper into things. <span class="next"><<button "//Looks like you're in for a busy weekend.//" "chap3open">><</button>></span><<elseif $chap3path is "festend">>Taking a deep breath, you shove down the frantic feeling that’s been building inside you. There’s no point in doing this. In following someone. What do you even hope to gain from it? Answers to questions you don’t even understand? //No.// There’s no point. Just go home and sleep. <<if $timetraveled is 1>>But now, after all //that,// can you really afford to do this? To go on as normal? As if the last few minutes were nothing but a fever dream conjured up by a frantic mind. Seeing her again, up close, in that alley made it all feel so real. Your chest aching with a hole that isn’t there, was //never// there, and yet— You can’t bury your head in the sand, ignore it all and hope somehow the situation resolves itself. As tempting as that might be.<<else>>But seeing her makes it feel so real. Your chest aching with a hole that isn’t there, was //never// there, and yet— //It wasn’t a dream, was it?// Part of you still desperately wants to deny it, shove it all away to a place in the dark, where you can’t see it anymore, but can you really afford to do that?<</if>> No. You know you can’t, not for long. Not for forever. But just a while longer can’t hurt, can it? You have time. At least a couple of days, right? //You have time.// Just keep telling yourself that, convince yourself of it and it’ll become the truth. Or close to it. For now, you shake away the image of the woman, watch as she walks away, as //you// walk away. Turn and head the other direction, back to the safety of your apartment. //Tomorrow, you’ll think about this tomorrow.// <span class="next"><<button "//You’ve got nothing but time.//" "chap3homecoming">><</button>></span><<elseif $chap3path is "homecoming2">>"Aw, no fun stake out and possible breaking and entering? Well, that’s okay. I get why you might not want to after hearing all that. Place //does// seem like it might be dangerous. We’ll just have to hang out some other time then." "Sure thing. I’ll talk you later Amara." "Yeah, talk to you later! I’ll let you know if I stumble upon anything else related to the club too. Bye!" She says, hanging up. //Well, that was an interesting conversation.// None of what Amara told you is particularly helpful right //now,// but if your hunch is correct, it might be in the near future as you learn more. And even if not, there seems to be //something// going on here. //Where there’s smoke…// But that’s all assuming you aren’t both just reading far too much into things. Regardless, it’s something to think about. But for now, since you decided to stay home, you think you’ll just try to relax and enjoy the rest of your day off. <span class="next"><<button "//You’ve got nothing but time.//" "chap3homecoming">><</button>></span><</if>>

"That sounds good to me. Bye $fname! I’ll see you tonight!" "Yeah, see you there Amara." You reply before hanging up. //Well, that was an interesting conversation.// None of what Amara told you is particularly helpful right //now,// but if your hunch is correct, it might be in the near future as you learn more. And even if not, there seems to be //something// going on here. //Where there’s smoke…// But that’s all assuming you aren’t both just reading far too much into things. Regardless, it’s something to think about. <<if $augustcam is 1>><<set $augustcam to "seen">>After a while, you wind up scrolling through your emails when one catches your eye. The one from Amara, containing all the camera footage from her program that you requested. You glance at the time, still a few hours off from when you're supposed to leave. With a sigh, you slump further into the couch and pull up the video and document she attached to the email. //Might as well take the time to look it over.// You don’t have enough time to review the entire thirteen hour long behemoth of a video, but you figure skipping around and increasing the playback speed should help you to see most of it—or, at least, anything important. Opening the document first, you find something similar to the data you saw in //EyeSeeU//, a set of numbers and addresses set in a few neat columns and rows. Based on the titles, the first number is how often the target was seen at a location, the second for how many minutes, followed by the location’s address. The main difference from the spread you saw before is that it seems a significant amount of footage has been complied, giving a much more robust set of data to peruse. Of the locations included, there is, of course, Club Pyre, which ranks highest on the list as the place he was seen most. If you weren’t already planning to go, this would fully cement that for you. Unfortunately, none of the other locations seem to be anything useful. No residential addresses, and the rest seem to either be other clubs—which he doesn’t visit nearly as often, though you’re sure to make note of them just in case—and normal retail stores. Moving on to the footage you prepare yourself to be bored for the next few hours. //Well, shit. This is going to take a while.// You’d wager most of it will be fairly useless as well. Resigning yourself to the tedious but necessary endeavor, you sit back and press play. The hours pass like this, watching your hitman go about his life, entering and leaving a lot of stores and clubs, and not much else. You’d hoped there might be //some// footage inside one of the clubs, but, alas, you’ve no such luck. The best you can hope for at this point is just seeing him interact with other people, someone he works with or, if you’re //really// lucky, maybe even whoever put the hit out on you. Not that you'd realize it. After a whole lot of nothing, you begin to lose hope, skipping forward more and more, eyes darting frequently to the time as it slowly ticks by. You’ve almost given up when you finally see it. See him in the alley beside Club Pyre, talking to a woman with bright red hair. The camera’s too far away, and too low of quality, for you to make out much detail but based on their body language, the way he nods as he hands her something small, discreet, you think there’s a decent chance the two of them might work together. <<if $musicdate isnot "none">>No, you //know// they work together. Without a doubt that’s //her.// The same woman you saw at the festival. //His lackey.// Reflecting on yesterday’s events, it’s easy to distance yourself from it. To say, perhaps you mistook her for someone else. That you let your paranoia win over common sense. But no. Seeing her standing there on camera with him, makes it all clear. Those are the people who killed you that night. It wasn’t a dream or a hallucination, it was real. You died. You came back in a way that should be impossible but wasn’t. The pain and fear. Confusion and shock. It wasn’t a dream, an illusion. It was //real.// And that in itself is a notion both freeing and terrifying. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. A part of you is relieved you haven’t just completely lost it—vindicated—but, at the same time if you haven’t just spent the last few days in a panic induced haze then your life truly is at stake here. You can’t mess around. Sure, time travel might be an option for you. But, for how long? How many times can you mess up? There //has// to be a limit somewhere, right? You shake the thoughts away, heart beating erratically in your chest. You will yourself to calm down and stand up, shutting your laptop and putting it away. No more time to think, you need to get ready to leave.<<else>>It isn’t anything concrete, but it is //something.// Jotting down what you can make out of her appearance, you decide to try and find out more about her if you can. If they //do// work together then that’s one more lead for you to exploit. If not, at least she seems to know him, so it should be useful either way. Finally done, you shut your laptop and get up with a stretch. Given how long that took, you better go ahead and get ready.<</if>> Grabbing your things and getting dressed takes a few short minutes. You don’t have much time to deliberate on your outfit and wind up just going with your first choice.<<else>>You manage to whittle away the rest of your time until you have only a scant half an hour left. With nothing better to do, you head over to your closet, figuring you might as well pick out what to wear to the club. You probably don’t want to stand out from the crowd, so dressing up too much or too little might be inadvisable. //Unless...?// You start by pulling out just a few things, comparing one outfit to the next, until you manage to find yourself with a disorganized mountain of fabric strewn all over the place. //Oops?// Hemming and hawing over the pile of clothes and accessories you now have scattered about your bed, you glance at the time and realize your indecision has taken up nearly twenty minutes of the thirty you had. //Oh come on! It’s just clothes, pick something already!// Chastising yourself, you quickly put most of the items back in their place and decide to just go with your first outfit choice.<</if>> *<<link "An edgy look, all black, leather, boots, chains, and studs galore." "chap3.2">><<set $clublook to "edgy">><</link>> *<<link "Something that makes a statement. With bold colors and glittering accessories." "chap3.2">><<set $clublook to "bold">><</link>> *<<link "A more casual look, comfortable. Something that doesn’t stand out." "chap3.2">><<set $clublook to "casual">><</link>> *<<link "Revealing and flattering. Something that draws the eye. It //is// a club after all." "chap3.2">><<set $clublook to "sexy">><</link>> *<<link "Something easy to move in, athletic, with good shoes. Just in case." "chap3.2">><<set $clublook to "athletic">><</link>> *<<link "A more formal, professional look. The type of thing you might wear to work." "chap3.2">><<set $clublook to "formal">><</link>>

<<set $pyrebug = "none">><<set $thealth += $health>><<set $tmental = $mental>><<set $tvrel += $vrel>><<set $tvro += $vro>><<set $tairel += $airel>><<set $tairo += $airo>><<set $taaro += $aaro>><<set $taarel += $aarel>><<if $sadiesus gte 1>><<set $blackrosesus to $sadiesus>><</if>>The first thing you notice upon stepping foot inside Club Pyre is the pungent scent of cigarette smoke, thick enough to see in places where it hangs heavy in the air. The thrum of bass, speakers playing music loud enough to feel it in your ribs. Conversations spoke over the din, all merging together into indecipherable white noise. The room’s crowded with bodies, moving on the floor, perched at the bar, or sequestered in booths. You’re at a club all right. //No doubt about it.// <<if $pyrewith is "sadie">>"C’mon, bar’s just over there. Let’s get you that drink I promised. I can show you ‘round the place later if you want." <<if $knowsadie is 1>>Sadie<<else>>She<</if>> says to you with a grin, tugging you over to the bar by your wrist before you even have a chance to respond. //Well, this is happening.// On the one hand, this should be a good opportunity to get her talking, but on the other hand, the part of the bar she’s dragging you to is completely empty with the exception of a lone man, lounging in his seat with his legs crossed—one arm propping up his head, dark brown hair falling in loose waves to his shoulders, his pale green eye turning to look at you and—//oh no, you know those eyes.// <<if $knowaugust is 1>>August Astaire, in the flesh.<<else>>Your killer, in the flesh.<</if>> He’s dressed much like he was the night you met. Tight black leather pants, a gray silk shirt that’s barely buttoned up—exposing the pale expanse of his chest, and a dark red coat. He looks you up and down as if sizing you up, <<if $cautious gte $reckless>>you can’t help but shiver<<else>>you suppress a shiver<</if>>. There’s no sign of recognition in his eyes but who’s to say that actually means anything, he could just have a good poker face. //What are the odds he hasn’t been hired for the job yet? Or hasn’t reviewed the details? Low, but not impossible, right?// "Sadie," he says, voice all low dulcet tones, "I see you’ve brought a guest. New friend? Don’t worry, I don’t bite. Not unless you want me to." He adds with a wink. "Take a seat. First round of drinks are on me."<<if $knowsadie isnot 1>><<set $knowsadie to 1>><</if>> Sadie scoffs as she drops into the seat beside him, you numbly follow, sitting next to her. A buffer between you and him. "Yeah right, you’re just puttin’ it on your tab. Probably gonna ask the boss to take care of it for you. Again." "Hey, a free drink’s a free drink. I didn’t hear you complaining last time. Now then, why don’t you introduce me to your friend here, hm?" Sadie rolls her eyes. "Think my //friend// can speak for $mself. Don’t scare ‘em off so soon August, I promised $mhim a few drinks at least." "Fair enough. Then, what //should// I call you sunshine?" He asks as both turn to look at you, //August// turns to look at you, waiting for a response. <<if $knowaugust is 0>>//August, so that’s his name. Good to know.//<<if $callous gt $kindness>> //You can use that.//<</if>><<set $knowaugust to 1>><</if>> *<<link "“My name’s $fname. Nice to meet you.” You say with a grin, trying to play it cool." "chap3pyre1">><<set $yourname to "$fname">><</link>> *<<link "“I’m $fname $lname. It’s good to meet you.” You say with a smile, making direct eye contact with August as you do so, trying to gauge his reaction." "chap3pyre1">><<set $yourname to "$fname">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $blackrosesus += 5>><</link>> <<if $fname is "Sam" or $fname is "Samantha">>*<<link "“Nice to meet you, I’m Kris.” You lie, pulling a random name out of your ass." "chap3pyre1">><<set $yourname to "Kris">><</link>><<else>>*<<link "“Nice to meet you, I’m Sam.” You lie, pulling a random name out of your ass." "chap3pyre1">><<set $yourname to "Sam">><</link>><</if>><<elseif $pyrewith is "amarafest">>"C’mon $fname," Amara says, tugging you away from the entrance, "let’s go hunker down in one of those booths, the ones right across from the bar—where //she’s// sittin’." Glancing over to where she gestured, you spot the woman in question, sitting at one end of the bar alongside a familiar looking man. //Too familiar.// Lounging in his seat with his legs crossed, one arm propping up his head lazily, his dark brown hair falling in loose waves to his shoulders, he turns to face the woman. Even from a distance, there’s no doubt in your mind. //You know this man.// <<if $knowaugust is 1>>August Astaire, in the flesh.<<else>>Your killer, in the flesh.<</if>> He’s dressed much like he was the night you met. Tight black leather pants, a gray silk shirt that’s barely buttoned up—exposing the pale expanse of his chest, and a dark red coat. He hasn’t spotted you yet, thankfully. Odds are he’s already been hired for the job and knows what you look like, your name. There always a chance he hasn’t, but is that a risk you’re willing to take? "She hasn’t been here long," Amara says as you slide into the black velvet seats, pulling your attention away from the bar, "probably got time to think of a game plan. As a matter of fact, I’ve already got a couple’a things in mind." "Oh yeah?" You say<<if $cautious gt $reckless>>, eyes darting nervously back and forth<</if>>. "What did you have in mind?" "Well, I was thinkin’ I could do a quick scan of the club. Nothin’ fancy, don’t have much in terms of tech on me right now, and //EyeSeeU// didn’t pick up anything inside the club unfortunately. Just thought I could walk around and see what I can spot. Camera positions, blind spots, and all that. Same sorta stuff I’ve done for jobs before." "That seems like a good idea. Want me to come with you?" "If you want. I’m good doing it on my own, so, if you’d prefer, you could try scoping things out. Talking to people. Whatever works for you. I’m fine either way, no pressure." *<<link "“If you’re sure, I have something else I’d like to do while you’re doing that.” You glance over to the bar once more. //Might as well try the direct approach.//" "chap3pyre1">><<set $chap3sub to "amarasolo">><</link>> *<<link "“I think I’d rather go with you.” //No need to poke the hornet’s nest.//" "chap3pyre1">><<set $chap3sub to "amaracam">><<set $airel += 5>><</link>> *<<link "“I think I’d rather go with you.” You say softly. Eager to spend more time with her. $flirt_label" "chap3pyre1">><<set $chap3sub to "amaracam">><<set $airel += 5>><<set $airo += 1>><</link>><<elseif $pyrewith is "vreyes">>"I’m already starting to regret agreeing to this." $vmr Zhang says with a grimace as $vhis gaze sweeps across the room, taking in $vhis surroundings. "Perhaps we should sit at one of the booths? Seems like the most tolerable option." "Aw, Vic, don’t be like that." Reyes says teasingly, saccharine. "Not like this place’s //so// bad. Didn’t you say you partied in college? Some Alpha Phi Theta type bullshit or whatever that frat was called?" "Once. Never again." $vHe says shaking $vhis head. "Nevermind that. Let’s go sit down. I see an empty booth with a good vantage point of where our target is seated at the bar. I have a feeling we’re going to be here for a while." Following $vhis gaze, you spot the individual in question, sitting at one end of the bar alongside a familiar looking man. //Too familiar.// Lounging in his seat with his legs crossed, one arm propping up his head lazily, his dark brown hair falling in loose waves to his shoulders, he turns to face the woman. Even from a distance, there’s no doubt in your mind. //You know this man.// "August Astaire." $vmr Zhang says, suddenly tense in $vhis seat, back ramrod straight. "Seems my suspicions were correct, if she associates with //him,// then there’s no doubt which organization she belongs to."<<if $knowaugust isnot 1>><<set $knowaugust to 1>><</if>> "You know him?" You ask,<<if $expressive gt $stoic>> surprise coloring your voice,<</if>> eyes darting to the man in question. He’s dressed much like he was the night you met. Tight black leather pants, a gray silk shirt that’s barely buttoned up—exposing the pale expanse of his chest, and a dark red coat. He hasn’t spotted you yet, thankfully. Odds are he’s already been hired for the job and knows what you look like, your name. There always a chance he hasn’t, but is that a risk you’re willing to take? "Not personally, no. But I have heard some things. He’s a hitman, primarily. For the Black Rose. Him being here is less than ideal, we’ll need to take additional precautions." "Such as?" Reyes asks, one brow quirked up. "No giving out our real names. To anyone, not just them. No sharing of personal details in general. Avoid being alone with either of them. Truly, I’d prefer not to have any contact with them at all, but I have a feeling //someone// may not agree to that." <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>You share a look with Reyes, before they shrug as if to say //what can you do?//<<else>>Your gaze naturally lands on Reyes, who shrugs as if to say //guilty as charged.//<</if>> <<if $vnick isnot "$vname">>//Although, speaking of names…// You aren’t at work, what would be the harm in calling $vhim by $vhis first name? <<cycle "$vnick" autoselect>><<option "Why not? So long as you keep things formal on the job, $vhe probably won’t even care. And it’s not like you’d use it all the time." "$vname">><<option "No, you’d rather not. $vmr Zhang works just fine. Why change things?" "$vmr Zhang">><</cycle>><br><br><</if>>"Those rules are especially important for myself and Reyes, as we aren’t entirely unknown figures among certain circles." $vHe continues. "But I digress. On to the matter at hand, I think a good place to start would be to scope out our surroundings, see if we can find anything of note. Or, perhaps try to—//subtly//—gain information from our targets. Any questions?" *<<link "“Maybe I should go talk to them while you two poke around the place? I mean, if they might recognize you then…”" "chap3pyre1">><<set $chap3sub to "vreyessolo">><</link>> *<<link "“No. I’ll just stick with you. Scoping the place out sounds good.” //No need to poke the hornet’s nest.//" "chap3pyre1">><<set $chap3sub to "vreyeslook">><<set $vrel += 5>><</link>> *<<link "“No. I’ll just stay with you $vnick.” You say softly. Eager to spend more time with $vhim. $flirt_label" "chap3pyre1">><<set $chap3sub to "vreyeslook">><<set $vrel += 5>><<set $vro += 1>><</link>><<elseif $pyrewith is "solo" and $sadieishere is 1>>The question now is—where to start? Not wanting to loiter around by the entrance, you walk over to a nearby booth and sit down. //Analyze first.// Then you can start making moves. You begin with noting any possible exits. Overall, there appear to be three sets of doors leading in or out publicly, one emergency exit on the far right and the main entrance in the front of the club. A staircase sits in the back left corner gated off and with a bouncer standing outside. And then there’s the bar positioned directly across from you. It’s, unsurprisingly, packed, all except one section at the far end. There, sits only two lone figures //both// you’re shocked to recognize. One, is less of a surprise—<<if $knowsadie is 1>>Sadie<<else>>the red-headed woman<</if>>. The other is a man, lounging in his seat with his legs crossed, one arm propping up his head lazily, his dark brown hair falling in loose waves to his shoulders. He laughs at something <<if $knowsadie is 1>>Sadie<<else>>the woman<</if>> says, turning to the side to fully face her. Even from a distance, there’s no doubt in your mind. //You know this man.// <<if $knowaugust is 1>>August Astaire, in the flesh.<<else>>Your killer, in the flesh.<</if>> He’s dressed much like he was the night you met. Tight black leather pants, a gray silk shirt that’s barely buttoned up—exposing the pale expanse of his chest, and a dark red coat. He hasn’t spotted you yet, thankfully. Odds are he’s already been hired for the job and likely knows what you look like, your name. There’s always a chance he hasn’t, but is that a risk you’re willing to take? //Only one way to find out.// *<<link "Go over and speak to them. What’s the worst that could happen in a public place like this?" "chap3pyre1">><<set $chap3sub to "augustsadie">><</link>> *<<link "Watch and wait. Keep your eyes on them but don’t get too close. Maybe you can listen in on their conversation from a bit further down the bar?" "chap3pyre1">><<set $chap3sub to "watchaugust">><</link>><<elseif $pyrewith is "amara">><<if $chap2path is "ppamara" or $chap2path is "pwamara" or $festpath is "amara">>"So, where should we start?" Amara asks, having met you by the entrance. "Bar’s usually a good choice, loose tongues and all that, but I’m open to other suggestions." "I was thinking one of the booths actually. There’s some unoccupied ones over there, right across from the bar. Decent vantage point of the doors too. We can always hit the bar after looking around first." "Works for me." She says with a shrug. "Lead the way."<<else>>"So, where should we start?" Amara asks, having met you by the entrance. "Drinks? Dancing? I’m thinkin’ drinks personally, get buzzed //before// makin’ a fool of yourself, but I’m open to suggestions." "Well… Actually… Truth be told, I might have invited you out tonight under—//somewhat//—false pretenses. I do want to spend time with you, but, I also wanted to investigate this place. It’s got some shady connections. And—well, two birds one stone, right?" Amara looks at you flatly for a long moment, decidedly unimpressed with your deception. Watching as you <<if $expressive gte $stoic>>squirm<<else>>tense up<</if>>, before snorting quietly and breaking into a teasing grin. "So, undercover op then? I’m game." She replies good-naturedly. "But—next time? You better tell me beforehand, got it? I’d have come better prepared." <<if $kindness gte $callous>>"Will do, sorry about that Amara."<<else>>"My bad. I’ll keep that in mind."<</if>> "Well, with all that outta the way, wanna go find a place to sit? Maybe the bar? Loose tongues and all that, never know what you might hear." "I was thinking one of the booths actually. There’s some unoccupied ones over there, right across from the bar. Decent vantage point of the doors too. We can always hit the bar after looking around first." "Works for me." She says with a shrug. "Lead the way."<</if>> Heading to the booth in question, situated somewhat in the middle of the room with those surrounding it blessedly empty, you take a moment to look around. It seems much the same as nearly any other club, if a touch less dingy. More expensive. Maintained. A large central dance floor takes up the bulk of the space, the floor hardly seen under the swell of the crowd. And then there’s the bar. It’s, unsurprisingly, packed, all except one section at the far end. There, sits a lone figure, one you’re shocked to recognize. A man, lounging in his seat with his legs crossed, one arm propping up his head lazily, his dark brown hair falling in loose waves to his shoulders. A woman walks up to him, leaning in low to whisper something in his ear, and he turns around to face her. He smiles at her but waves her off with a dismissive shake of the head. Even from a distance, there’s no doubt in your mind. //You know this man.// <<if $knowaugust is 1>>August Astaire, in the flesh.<<else>>Your killer, in the flesh.<</if>> He’s dressed much like he was the night you met. Tight black leather pants, a gray silk shirt that’s barely buttoned up—exposing the pale expanse of his chest, and a dark red coat. He hasn’t spotted you yet, thankfully. Odds are he’s already been hired for the job and knows what you look like, your name. There always a chance he hasn’t, but is that a risk you’re willing to take? "Spot something already?" Amara asks as you slide into the black velvet seats, eyes following your gaze to the same end. "Or, someone? You know him?" "In a sense." You say<<if $cautious gt $reckless>>, eyes darting nervously back and forth<</if>>. "<<if $festpath is "amara">>I believe he’s an associate of the woman we saw last night.<<else>>He’s part of the reason I wanted to check this place out in the first place.<</if>>" "Oh damn. Definitely need to keep an eye on ‘em then. Doesn’t look like he’s up to much now, though, maybe we should take advantage of that while we got the chance." "What did you have in mind?" "I was thinkin’ I could do a quick scan of the club. Nothin’ fancy, don’t have much in terms of tech on me right now, and //EyeSeeU// didn’t pick up anything inside the club unfortunately. Just thought I could walk around and see what I can spot. Camera positions, blind spots, and all that. Same sorta stuff I’ve done for jobs before." "That seems like a good idea. Want me to come with you?" "If you want. I’m good doing it on my own, so, if you’d prefer, you could try scoping things out. Talking to people. Whatever works for you. I’m fine either way, no pressure." *<<link "“If you’re sure, I have something else I’d like to do while you’re doing that.” You glance over to the bar once more. //Might as well try the direct approach.//" "chap3pyre1">><<set $chap3sub to "amarasolo">><</link>> *<<link "“I think I’d rather go with you.” //No need to poke the hornet’s nest.//" "chap3pyre1">><<set $chap3sub to "amaracam">><<set $airel += 5>><</link>> *<<link "“I think I’d rather go with you.” You say softly. Eager to spend more time with her. $flirt_label" "chap3pyre1">><<set $chap3sub to "amaracam">><<set $airel += 5>><<set $airo += 1>><</link>><<elseif $pyrewith is "v">>"I’m already starting to regret agreeing to this." $vmr Zhang says with a grimace as $vhis gaze sweeps across the room, taking in $vhis surroundings. "Perhaps we should sit at one of the booths? Seems like the most tolerable option." "I was thinking the same actually. Want to pick the booth?" "If you don’t mind, I see an empty one with a good vantage point." "Lead the way." You reply with <<if $stoic gt $expressive>>a nod<<else>>a grin<</if>>. Heading to the booth in question, situated somewhat in the middle of the room with those surrounding it blessedly empty, you take a moment to look around. It seems much the same as nearly any other club, if a touch less dingy. More expensive. Maintained. A large central dance floor takes up the bulk of the space, the floor hardly seen under the swell of the crowd. And then there’s the bar. It’s, unsurprisingly, packed, all except one section at the far end. There, sits a lone figure, one you’re shocked to recognize. A man, lounging in his seat with his legs crossed, one arm propping up his head lazily, his dark brown hair falling in loose waves to his shoulders. A woman walks up to him, leaning in low to whisper something in his ear, and he turns around to face her. He smiles at her but waves her off with a dismissive shake of the head. Even from a distance, there’s no doubt in your mind. //You know this man.// "August Astaire." $vmr Zhang says, suddenly tense in $vhis seat, back ramrod straight. "Seems my suspicions were correct, if she associates with //him,// then there’s no doubt which organization she belongs to."<<if $knowaugust isnot 1>><<set $knowaugust to 1>><</if>> <<if $chap2path is "pwboss">>"Oh. Yeah, it is him, isn’t it." You say,<<if $expressive gt $stoic>> worry coloring your voice,<</if>> eyes darting to the man in question. He’s dressed much like he was the night you met. Tight black leather pants, a gray silk shirt that’s barely buttoned up—exposing the pale expanse of his chest, and a dark red coat. He hasn’t spotted you yet, thankfully. Odds are he’s already been hired for the job and knows what you look like, your name. There always a chance he hasn’t, but is that a risk you’re willing to take? "Indeed. Truly, I had hoped not to see any of The Black Rose’s hitmen tonight. We’ll need to take additional precautions."<<elseif $chap2path is "ppboss">>"Oh. Yeah, I recognize him from that file you loaned me." You say,<<if $expressive gt $stoic>> worry coloring your voice,<</if>> eyes darting to the man in question. He’s dressed much like he was the night you met. Tight black leather pants, a gray silk shirt that’s barely buttoned up—exposing the pale expanse of his chest, and a dark red coat. He hasn’t spotted you yet, thankfully. Odds are he’s already been hired for the job and knows what you look like, your name. There always a chance he hasn’t, but is that a risk you’re willing to take? "Indeed. Truly, I had hoped not to see any of The Black Rose’s hitmen tonight. We’ll need to take additional precautions."<<else>>"You know him?" You ask,<<if $expressive gt $stoic>> surprise coloring your voice,<</if>> eyes darting to the man in question. He’s dressed much like he was the night you met. Tight black leather pants, a gray silk shirt that’s barely buttoned up—exposing the pale expanse of his chest, and a dark red coat. He hasn’t spotted you yet, thankfully. Odds are he’s already been hired for the job and knows what you look like, your name. There always a chance he hasn’t, but is that a risk you’re willing to take? "Not personally, no. But I have heard some things. He’s a hitman, primarily. For the Black Rose. Him being here is less than ideal, we’ll need to take additional precautions."<</if>> <<if $blackrose is 1>>"Fair enough. What did you have in mind?"<<else>>"Sorry, you’ve lost me. ‘The Black Rose’?" "The organization that—most likely—owns this very club. Named for the black stemmed rose tattoos they all have, despite the flowers themselves being red. They partake in a variety of illegal activities. Peddling drugs, carrying out hits, acting as hired muscle, and more. I will admit I don’t have as much information on them as I’d like. But I know enough. We //cannot// cross them, understand?" "Got it. What precautions did you have in mind?"<</if>> "No giving out our real names. To anyone, not just to him. Though him especially, seeing as I am not an unknown figure in certain circles. No sharing of personal details in general. Avoid being alone with him. Truly, I’d prefer not to have any contact with him at all, but <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>I have a feeling //someone// may not agree to that.<<else>>sometimes a calculated risk is worth taking.<</if>>" <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>You force a cough, awkwardly. //Ah, whoops?//<<else>>You nod. //Sound logic.//<</if>> <<if $vnick isnot "$vname">>//Although, speaking of names…// You aren’t at work, what would be the harm in calling $vhim by $vhis first name? <<cycle "$vnick" autoselect>><<option "Why not? So long as you keep things formal on the job, $vhe probably won’t even care. And it’s not like you’d use it all the time." "$vname">><<option "No, you’d rather not. $vmr Zhang works just fine. Why change things?" "$vmr Zhang">><</cycle>><br><br><</if>>"With that out of the way, let’s move on to the matter at hand. I believe a good place to start would be to scope out our surroundings, see if we can find anything of note. Or, perhaps try to—//subtly//—gain information from one of the employees here—or even August himself. Any questions?" *<<link "“Maybe I should go talk to him while you poke around the place? I mean, if he might recognize you then…”" "chap3pyre1">><<set $chap3sub to "vsolo">><</link>> *<<link "“No. I’ll just stick with you. Scoping the place out sounds good.” //No need to poke the hornet’s nest.//" "chap3pyre1">><<set $chap3sub to "vlook">><<set $vrel += 5>><</link>> *<<link "“No. I’ll just stay with you $vnick.” You say softly. Eager to spend more time with $vhim. $flirt_label" "chap3pyre1">><<set $chap3sub to "vlook">><<set $vrel += 5>><<set $vro += 1>><</link>><<else>>The question now is—where to start? Not wanting to loiter around by the entrance, you walk over to a nearby booth and sit down. //Analyze first.// Then you can start making moves. You begin with noting any possible exits. Overall, there appear to be three sets of doors leading in or out publicly, one emergency exit on the far right and the main entrances and exits in the front of the club. A staircase sits in the back left corner gated off and with a bouncer standing outside. And then there’s the bar positioned directly across from you. It’s, unsurprisingly, packed, all except one section at the far end. There, sits a lone figure, one you’re shocked to recognize. A man, lounging in his seat with his legs crossed, one arm propping up his head lazily, his dark brown hair falling in loose waves to his shoulders. A woman walks up to him, leaning in low to whisper something in his ear, and he turns around to face her. He smiles at her but waves her off with a dismissive shake of the head. Even from a distance, there’s no doubt in your mind. //You know this man.// <<if $knowaugust is 1>>August Astaire, in the flesh.<<else>>Your killer, in the flesh.<</if>> He’s dressed much like he was the night you met. Tight black leather pants, a gray silk shirt that’s barely buttoned up—exposing the pale expanse of his chest, and a dark red coat. He hasn’t spotted you yet, thankfully. Odds are he’s already been hired for the job and likely knows what you look like, your name. There’s always a chance he hasn’t, but is that a risk you’re willing to take? //Only one way to find out.// *<<link "Go over and speak to him. What’s the worst that could happen in a public place like this?" "chap3pyre1">><<set $chap3sub to "augusttalk">><</link>> *<<link "Watch and wait. Keep your eyes on him but don’t get too close. Maybe you could go sit further down the bar, you might notice things you wouldn’t sitting from there." "chap3pyre1">><<set $chap3sub to "watchaugust">><</link>><</if>>

<<if $musicdate is "amarafriend" or $musicdate is "amararo">>"Your loss." Amara says with a grin, blowing on the last ring and rubbing it on her shirt as if to remove some invisible dust. Or, more likely, the germs of hundreds of different hands. You try to watch Amara—holding that red ring with cocky smile—but, all of sudden, you can’t seem to focus.<<elseif $musicdate is "vro" or $musicdate is "vfriend">>"If you’re certain. I don’t mind trying for a perfect game." $vmr Zhang says with a small, brief smile, as close to cocky you think $vhes capable of. You try to watch $vmr Zhang play—holding that red ring in hand, overly serious expression in place—but, all of sudden, you can’t seem to focus.<</if>> Hands clench and unclench. Palms clammy despite the cool weather. Stomach slowly tying itself up in knots. You begin glancing around at every passerby, looking for someone, something, you can’t name. Eyes drawn to any flash of red. You try to blame your growing unease on the food but even you can admit that’s a weak excuse. You aren’t a fool. You didn’t truly think you’d magically run into a lead here, at a crowded music festival of all places. An explanation to what’s happened to you these last few days, who wants you dead, who //did// see you dead. You’re a smart $mgen. You can do the math, coming here to try and find anything that might save you? Fat chance of that. Maybe you do believe in fate. Believe hearing about this festival on the TV that fateful morning might mean something. But more than that you just wanted to escape from the mess your life’s become. One night was all it took to take your steady life and rip it apart, leaving you to clean up the broken pieces. Pieces that you no longer seem to recognize, that you no longer know how to slot together. Just one day, that’s all you wanted. One day to pretend everything is as it was before. <<if $musicdate is "vro" or $musicdate is "amararo">>To go on a date, go to a festival, to //live.//<<else>>To spend time with a friend, go to a festival, to //live.//<</if>> Just one day, to ignore the noose growing taunt around your neck the moment before the floor falls away. And yet, your mind won’t let you forget. The anxiety, the fear, shackles your ankles and drags you down. <<if $musicdate is "amarafriend" or $musicdate is "amararo">>Amara’s already tossed her last ring with the same careless ease as before. Her second perfect shot. You watch as it spins around and around the neck of the bottle before eventually settling into place.<<elseif $musicdate is "vro" or $musicdate is "vfriend">>$vmr Zhang’s already tossed $vhis last ring with the same confident ease as before. Another perfect shot. You watch as it spins around and around the neck of the bottle before slowly settling into place.<</if>> With a deep breath, you push your feelings down, down, //down. Tomorrow,// you resolve. You’ll figure things out tomorrow. Do some proper research, find a lead, start to put things back where they belong. //Solve the murder mystery you’ve unwittingly found yourself the victim of.// But. Tomorrow. Today—today can just be any other day, as it was before, as it will be again. As you need it to be. <<if $musicdate is "amarafriend" or $musicdate is "amararo">>"Yes!" You tune back into Amara exclaiming, fist pumping the air. "Told you I was good! Now, the important part. What prize to choose? Choices, choices." She hums to herself as she scrutinizes the plushies on display, eyes seem stuck between a rotund unicorn and a grumpy looking cat. "Hm, which one would you choose $fname?"<<elseif $musicdate is "vro" or $musicdate is "vfriend">>"Not too bad, given I haven’t played in many years." $vmr Zhang says, with a self-satisfied nod. "Now, I suppose I should select a prize, but… hm, why don’t you pick? I have no strong preference for any of them."<</if>> <<if $musicdate is "vro" or $musicdate is "vfriend">>*<<link "“The unicorn for sure. Just look at the little guy. It’s basically a ball with legs and a horn.”" "chap3festringwin">><<set $ringmcplush to "vunicorn">><</link>><<else>>*<<link "“The unicorn for sure. Just look at the little guy. It’s basically a ball with legs and a horn.”" "chap3festringwin">><<set $ringmcplush to "amaraunicorn">><</link>><</if>><<if $musicdate is "vro" or $musicdate is "vfriend">>*<<link "“The cat looks like it hates it’s own existence. Clearly, it’s the superior choice.”" "chap3festringwin">><<set $ringmcplush to "vcat">><</link>><<else>>*<<link "“The cat looks like it hates it’s own existence. Clearly, it’s the superior choice.”" "chap3festringwin">><<set $ringmcplush to "amaracat">><</link>><</if>><<if $musicdate is "vro" or $musicdate is "vfriend">>*<<link "“Uh, I don’t know.” You say, distractedly. “Both are fine.”" "chap3festringwin">><<set $ringmcplush to "vidk">><</link>><<else>>*<<link "“Uh, I don’t know.” You say, distractedly. “Both are fine.”" "chap3festringwin">><<set $ringmcplush to "amaraidk">><</link>><</if>>

<<if $musicdate is "amarafriend" or $musicdate is "amararo">><<if $plushgift is "no">>"It’s almost time for some of the bands to start performing. Want to head over to one of the stages?" You ask, seeing most of the crowd begin congregating around them for the festival’s acts. "Oh, yeah, ‘course. We agreed on stage two to start right? Yeah? Let’s head over then. Don’t wanna miss the show!" She replies.<<elseif $plushgift is "yes">>"Hey, Amara. I was thinking… do you want the plushie? You did most of the work, it only feels right you get to keep it." "Are you sure? I really don’t mind." "It’s okay, I want you to have it." You reply, handing over the $ringmcplush. "Well, in that case. Thanks $fname!" Amara smiles wide enough to make the corners of her eyes crinkle. "It //is// pretty cute." "Glad you think so. Now, want to head over to one of the stages?" You ask, seeing most of the crowd begin congregating around them for the festival’s acts. "Oh, yeah, ‘course. We agreed on stage two to start right? Yeah? Let’s head over then. Don’t wanna miss the show!" She replies.<<if $ringmcplush is "cat">><<set $ringmcplush to "amaracat">><<else>><<set $ringmcplush to "amaraunicorn">><</if>><<elseif $plushgift is "yesro">>"Hey, Amara. I was thinking… do you want the plushie? You did most of the work, it only feels right you get to keep it." "Are you sure? I really don’t mind." "It’s okay, I want you to have it." You reply, handing over the $ringmcplush. "Well, in that case. Thanks $fname!" Amara smiles wide enough to make the corners of her eyes crinkle. "It //is// pretty cute. But not as cute as you." She finishes with a flirty wink. "Glad you think so. Now, want to head over to one of the stages?" You ask, seeing most of the crowd begin congregating around them for the festival’s acts. "Hm? Oh, yeah, ‘course. We agreed on stage two to start right? Yeah? Let’s head over then. Don’t wanna miss the show!" She replies, eyes still lingering on the plushie in hand.<<if $ringmcplush is "cat">><<set $ringmcplush to "amaracat">><<else>><<set $ringmcplush to "amaraunicorn">><</if>><</if>><<elseif $musicdate is "vro" or $musicdate is "vfriend">><<if $plushgift is "no">>"It’s almost time for some of the bands to start performing. Want to head over to one of the stages?" You ask, seeing most of the crowd begin congregating around them for the festival’s acts. $vmr Zhang nods. "We agreed on stage two to start right? Yes? Good, let’s go ahead then."<<elseif $plushgift is "yes">>"Hey, $vnick. I was thinking… do you want the plushie? You did most of the work, it only feels right you get to keep it." "Hm? Are you certain? I really don’t mind you keeping it." "It’s okay, I want you to have it." You reply, handing over the $ringmcplush. "Thank you, $fname." $vmr Zhang says, a gentle smile gracing $vhis face. "No problem. Want to go ahead over to one of the stages? Performances start soon." You say, seeing most of the crowd begin congregating around them for the festival’s acts. $vmr Zhang nods. "We agreed on stage two to start right? Yes? Good, let’s go ahead then."<<if $ringmcplush is "cat">><<set $ringmcplush to "vcat">><<else>><<set $ringmcplush to "vunicorn">><</if>><<elseif $plushgift is "yesro">>"Hey, $vnick. I was thinking… do you want the plushie? You did most of the work, it only feels right you get to keep it.." "Hm? Are you certain? I really don’t mind you keeping it." "It’s okay, I want you to have it." You reply, handing over the $ringmcplush. "Thank you, $fname." $vmr Zhang says, a gentle smile gracing $vhis face. A soft pink blush coloring $vhis cheeks and the very tips of $vhis ears. "No problem. Want to go ahead over to one of the stages? Performances start soon." You say, seeing most of the crowd begin congregating around them for the festival’s acts. $vmr Zhang nods somewhat distractedly, eyes still lingering on the plushie. "We agreed on stage two to start right? Yes? Good, let’s go ahead then."<<if $ringmcplush is "cat">><<set $ringmcplush to "vcat">><<else>><<set $ringmcplush to "vunicorn">><</if>><</if>><</if>> <span class="next"><<button "//This should be good.//" "chap3fest2">><</button>></span>

Wandering around the festival, you try to spot anything that might be of interest. Truthfully, there’s not much to see. Some stalls with food, drinks, merch, and a handful of fair games. Swathes of people wandering around, many in pairs or groups. Security guards near the stages, making sure no one walks backstage and bothers the artists. Nothing out of the ordinary, just normal people doing normal things at a normal festival. Shocking. //All right, so maybe there’s nothing to see here after all.// Or so you thought, until you notice an interesting exchange. One of the festival’s security team is standing off to the side of the stage, speaking with a short woman, dressed casually, no badge or lanyard in sight. //Not likely to be a coworker then.// A fest-goer speaking to a member of security isn’t exactly all that strange but you decide to keep watching the out of the corner of your eye. Just in case. After a brief discussion, the man nods and reaches out, handing something to the woman. <<if $perception gte 30>>It looks like… money. Might be a hundred dollar bill. //Maybe several?// The woman smiles and hands him a business card, indiscernible from the distance, and a small opaque bag in return. //Huh.//<<else>>It looks like… money. The woman smiles and hands him a slip of paper and a small opaque bag in return. //Huh.//<</if>> There’s a number of reasonable explanations for the exchange, another employee—one who’s not in uniform—making a delivery, a person the security guard knows personally and arranged to meet, or, hell, maybe even a drug deal. And yet, you can’t help but feel there’s something more going on here. Realistically, you know the odds are slim, but, you’d feel remiss if you didn’t look into things a little further. Watching the pair carefully, you try to discern who might make an easier mark. The woman could prove less hassle to gain information from than a, potentially, trained guard, but, even if you wanted to speak with her, it would appear she's not alone. Waiting some feet away is another woman, and, the moment they meet up, the pair all but vanishes into the surrounding crowd. Attempting to corner both of them seems foolhardy. And that's //if// you're able to find them again. //Well. Security it is.// You keep an eye on him while you lurk around the stage, pretending to be looking for a good spot to view the performance from. And it's a good thing too, as you only just see it when the man touch his earpiece and turns to walk backstage. Looks like you’ll have to act fast if you want to figure out what his deal is. *<<link "It shouldn’t be //too// hard to sneak backstage yourself. So long as you’re careful, and act like you belong, it should work out fine." "chap3sologuard">><<set $festsecurity to "stealth">><<set $stealth += 5>><</link>> *<<link "No need to trespass, you’ll do fine from a distance. You just need to keep him in your line of sight to read his lips." "chap3sologuard">><<set $festsecurity to "perception">><<set $perception += 5>><</link>> *<<link "Catch him before he slips away and have a friendly chat. With the right words, you should be able to coax something out of him." "chap3sologuard">><<set $festsecurity to "persuasion">><<set $persuasion += 5>><</link>> *<<link "Catch him before he slips away and have a… //friendly// chat. With the right words, you should be able to get him to spill. Fear is a powerful motivator." "chap3sologuard">><<set $festsecurity to "intimidation">><<set $intimidation += 5>><</link>>

<<set $securityheard to 1>><<set $mintyfresh to 1>><<if $festsecurity is "stealth">>There isn’t much room to hide backstage, so you’ll have to take a different approach. Straightening your back, arms resting at your sides, you wait a few moments before following behind the guard, eyes straight ahead. Just smile and walk, don’t give anything away a no one will even question why you’re here. You could be anyone. A roadie perhaps? Sound tech? Whoever you are is irrelevant, all that matters is you get what you came for. Or something close to it. The security guard and you, his unnoticed tail, manage to slip down the hall, past a handful of workers zipping to and fro, lanyards swinging as they go. It doesn’t take long for the guard to stop, in a quiet corner away from most others. You stop as well, some paces behind him and pretend to busy yourself with straightening out a table of refreshments. Barely in earshot, you strain to listen in as the man takes up his phone, earpiece removed and dangling in hand. Unfortunately, you can’t fully make out everything’s he’s saying, the backstage too loud and you not daring to slink closer and push your luck, but you do catch a handful of interesting words. //"Distribute"// and //"cash"// and //"easy money."// The man nodding along to the person on the other side of the call. //"Careful… lose your job. Get more from… Club Pyre."// Well, all right. Drug deal it is. But there’s that word, pyre. //Club// Pyre specifically. You'd swear you’ve heard it somewhere before. And recently too. But you can think on that later, for now, you decide it best to slip away before anyone notices they have an intruder in their midst.<<elseif $festsecurity is "perception">>Positioning yourself just inline to the entrance backstage, you watch as the guard slips inside. Thankfully, he doesn’t go far, barely beyond the archway, seeming to want to keep his distance from both the fest-goers and his fellow employees. //Interesting.// He looks carefully from side to side, seemingly to see if anyone around was watching, before reaching up to press a button on his earpiece and pulling it off. Taking his phone out of his pocket, he taps a few times before bringing it to his ear. You keep your eyes locked on his face, not wanting to miss a thing. Unfortunately for you, the way he’s turned makes it difficult to read his lips, but you do still catch a handful of interesting words. //"Distribute"// and //"cash"// and //"easy money."// The man nodding along to the person on the other side of the call. //"Careful… lose your job. Get more from… Club Pyre."// Well, all right. Drug deal it is. But there’s that word, pyre. //Club// Pyre specifically. You'd swear you’ve heard it somewhere before. And recently too. But you can think on that later, for now, you decide it best to slip away, put some distance between you and the backstage. //Just in case.//<<elseif $festsecurity is "persuasion">>Dashing over to the guard before he gets too far away, you call out to him. "Excuse me! Sorry to bother you, but I wanted to ask a quick question if that’s all right?" <<if $perception gte 30>>You notice as he subtly flinches, eyes darting around nervously. He clearly doesn’t want whatever he’s up to to be interrupted.<<else>>You see him look around, seeming… annoyed? Not the social type, you suppose.<</if>> Regardless, he comes to a stop, turning to face you. "Right. ‘Course. What can I do for you?" He politely asks. "It’s just, I couldn’t help but notice that conversation you had a moment ago with a… friend of mine. I was wondering, did she give you some too? Didn’t know she was bringing it to the fest, so I’m a bit curious." The woman clearly gave him a bag of something, best to play into that angle. Worst case you pretend it was a joke, or claim to have misunderstood, but if your instinct’s right… The man looks around again, before fiddling with his earpiece and pulling it off, eyeing you carefully. "You work with her?" He asks quietly. "Sometimes. Got the day off today. We aren’t usually on the same shift, if you know what I mean." A long second passes, the guard sizing you up before he finally sighs, relaxing. "Yeah, yeah. Just don’t go tellin’ everyone about it. Don’t wanna lose my job. She just gave me some of the new stuff, used to be exclusive to Club Pyre right? Offered to let me to distribute some at a discount, get a good test market goin’. That’s all." "Ah, right, I’ve heard good things about it. Haven’t had any myself, I don’t usually test the product. But a music festival’s a good place for it. Not sure if many people would buy off a security guard though." He laughs a bit at that. "Oh yeah, no way. I got a friend doin’ that side of things. Tell her I said thanks, again, for the opportunity. I really need the extra cash." "Of course! I’ll be sure to let her know. It was good talking to you, but I should probably head out now. Just wanted to confirm with you." He nodded. "I better get going too. Calls to make." He says, patting the pocket you watched him slip the bag in. You give him a short wave as he turns and heads backstage. Well, all right. Drug deal it is. But there’s that word, pyre. //Club// Pyre specifically. You'd swear you’ve heard it somewhere before. And recently too. But you can think on that later, for now, you decide it best to slip away, put some distance between you and him. //Just in case.//<<elseif $festsecurity is "intimidation">>Dashing over to the guard before he gets too far away, you cut him off, blocking his path. "You. We need to talk, right now." <<if $perception gte 30>>You notice as he subtly flinches, eyes darting around nervously. He’s clearly uncomfortable. Probably worried about the direction this is going.<<else>>You see him look around, seeming… flustered? Good, you want him to be off kilter for this.<</if>> Regardless, he comes to a stop, looking at you warily. "I’m sorry? Is there somethin’ I can help you with?" He cautiously asks. "I saw the little talk you had with my associate. Just wanted to stop by for a nice chat." You say, the threat clear in your tone, arms crossed in front of you as you stare him down. The woman clearly gave him a bag of something, best to play into that angle. Worst case you pretend it was a joke, or claim to have misunderstood, but if your instinct’s right… The man looks around again, before fiddling with his earpiece and pulling it off, eyeing you carefully. "You work with her?" He asks quietly. "Sometimes. Got the day off today. We aren’t usually on the same shift, if you know what I mean." A long second passes, the guard nervously fidgeting under your stare before he finally breaks. "I-I’ll be careful with it, I swear. I don’t plan on losin’ my job. Or causing any trouble. She just gave me some of the new stuff, used to be exclusive to Club Pyre right? To distribute here. That’s all." "Of course. Just know we’ll be watching you." You pause a moment, watching him squirm. "But, I guess you won’t have too much trouble. Music festival’s a good market for it. Not sure if many people would buy off a security guard though." You add, pretending to scrutinize his appearance. He laughs a bit nervously at that. "Oh, no, of course not. I got a friend doin’ that side of things. As agreed. Tell her I said thanks, again, for the opportunity. Promise I won’t mess it up." "Right. I have full faith in you. I’ll be sure to let her know. I’d best be going now, don’t want you wasting too much time now do we?" He nods, over enthusiastically. "Right, yes, of course. I’ll get going. Calls to make." He says, anxiously patting the pocket you watched him slip the bag in. You watch him closely, fake smile on your lips as he swiftly turns and ducks backstage. Well, all right. Drug deal it is. But there’s that word, pyre. //Club// Pyre specifically. You'd swear you’ve heard it somewhere before. And recently too. But you can think on that later, for now, you decide it best to slip away, put some distance between you and him. //Just in case.//<</if>> All in all, you’d consider that a success. Even if it wasn’t the type of information you were looking for, it could still prove useful in some other way. But for now, you think you’ll just hang back and enjoy the show. Who knows, maybe you’ll find something else of interest along the way? <span class="next"><<button "For now, it’s time to face the music." "chap3fest2">><</button>></span>

<<if $musicdate is "solo">>"If you’re certain dear. Do take care now." "I will, thanks. I’d better get going now." You reply, standing up to leave, eyes locked on the red haired woman. She’s already beginning to walk away. You have no time to waste.<<elseif $musicdate is "vro" or $musicdate is "vfriend">>"I understand. If you aren’t feeling well, resting is ideal. I’ll call you that cab." $vHe says, pulling out $vhis phone and stepping away to make the aforementioned call. Interrupting $vhim before $vhe can finish dialing the phone you say, "Ah, wait, that’s okay! I actually drove here today. Managed to snag a spot not too far from here and everything. No need for a cab."<<if $kindness gte 55>> The lie sits ill on your tongue, but it’s not like you have much of a choice given the circumstances. And it’s not completely false, you //do// own a moped. You just… basically never use it.<</if>> "I see. I did not realize you had a vehicle. You always walk to work, don’t you?" "Yeah, but that’s just because it’s close to my apartment. Plus, traffic is hell in this city. I swear walking is actually faster half the time. I only drive if it’s farther than I care to walk." "Sensible. In that case, would you like me to walk you to your car?" <<if $musicdate is "vro">>Alas, as much as your heart might desire it, you really can’t risk losing sight of your target with a detour.<<else>>//Why does $vmr Zhang have to be so damn considerate?!// You can’t afford to risk losing sight of her with a detour.<</if>> Accepting was never really an option. The woman is already beginning to walk away. You have no time to waste. "I appreciate it $vnick, but I’m all right. Why don’t you go see that last band you wanted to watch? I’ll be fine getting to my car on my own." "If you’re certain. Do let me know once you’ve arrived home." "Will do. Thanks for coming today $vnick, I had a good time. Hope you did too." You say<<if $musicdate is "vro">> with a wink<</if>> before standing up, eyes tracing the woman from before as her figures slips further and further away. "I’ll see you later!" You quickly add, giving a short wave but not daring to wait around for a reply, rushing off to follow the woman before you lose her entirely.<<else>>"Yeah, I get that. No worries. Need me to call you a cab or walk you to the bus stop or anything?" "Nah, I’ll be fine from here. No point troubling yourself. You should go see that band you were interested in. Enjoy the rest of the night." "Well… okay, if you’re //really// sure?" Amara asks, still glancing at you like a stiff breeze could take you out. <<if $kindness gte $callous>>You find yourself touched by her concern, even if it’s unneeded. The corners of your lips lifting just a touch.<<else>>As touching as her concern is, you can’t help but find it stifling. //You don’t need pity, you need to leave. Now.//<</if>> "I’m sure. Thanks Amara. I had a good time. Hope you did too." You say <<if $musicdate is "amararo">>with a wink <</if>>before standing up, eyes tracing the woman from before as her figures slips further and further away. "I did. Just wish we thought to hang out sooner." She says, standing up beside you.<<if $musicdate is "amararo">> Then, after a brief moment of hesitation, her eyes darting around, she leans in and presses a quick, soft kiss onto your cheek.<</if>> "I’ll see you later, $fname." <<if $musicdate is "amararo">>A bright heat overtakes your face, searing where her lips touched your skin. You find yourself grinning like an idiot, before the sight of the red-headed woman slowly walking away shakes you out of it. "I’ll see you later, Amara." You echo softly, turning to leave before you’re distracted further.<<else>>You give her a friendly smile. "Yeah, I’ll see you later, Amara!" You echo, turning to leave before you can lose sight of the red-headed woman.<</if>> "Text me when you get home! Take care of yourself $fname!" You hear her call after you as you leave. Shaking free any other thoughts, you focus on what lies ahead.<</if>> You’ve got a chance at gaining valuable information here, something that could save your life—if you can just find out who this woman works for, who put a hit out on you, you can prevent it from ever happening again. You refuse to lose this opportunity. You //can’t.// Following the woman as she exits the park, you decide to… *<<link "Keep your distance. No need to take any risks so long as she stays in your sight." "chap3sadie1">><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><</link>> *<<link "Just follow her. There’s enough people walking in the same general direction that you doubt she’d notice you in particular. No need to be overly cautious." "chap3sadie1">><<set $sadiesus += 15>><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><</link>> *<<link "//Stop.// What are you doing? This is a terrible idea. Do you //want// to die that badly? Just—go home. You’ll figure things out tomorrow, right?" "chap3earlyend">><<set $chap3path to "festend">><</link>> <<if $securityheard is 1>>*<<link "Stop. Maybe you shouldn’t do this. You already got some info from that guard earlier. Best not push your luck." "chap3earlyend">><<set $chap3path to "guardend">><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><</link>><</if>>

<<if $festpath is "amara">><<if $cautious gt $reckless>>You watch for her reaction out of the corner of your eye, not daring to look directly at her. Even so, you see the moment her face softens. "You kidding? Of course I’ll help! What d’ya need?"<<else>>You watch her face carefully, trying to gauge her reaction, see if she’s even willing to help before you say too much. It doesn’t take long, her face quickly softening in concern. "You kidding? Of course I’ll help! What d’ya need?"<</if>> "It’s… hard to explain." You worry your bottom lip between your teeth, wondering where to start, //how// to start. "Just now, I saw someone I ran into the other night. I //need// to find out what they’re up to. I’m not sure how to explain why I need to, just, It’s really important to me. Please Amara." "Okay, hm. So, like, normally I’d ask more questions. Y'know, something, something, ethics and all that. But, honestly? I have a program I’ve been working on that //might// work for this and my need to test it out trumps any moral quandaries. So, I’m just gonna assume this is for a good cause. Sound good? Great. Who’re we lookin’ for?" You blink at her for a moment, briefly stunned at her easy acceptance. "I… over there. The red-headed woman. Tattoo on her left arm. Near the fountain." Amara quickly, but discreetly, takes a photo of the woman in question on her phone. "Alrighty, got it. Let’s go somewhere a bit //less// populated and I’ll fill you in on how this’ll work." Following her lead, the two of you wind up in a more secluded area of the park, only a handful of people meandering about. Gesturing to a nearby bench shadowed by a large oak tree, you quickly find yourself seated and waiting with keen eyes to see whatever Amara’s conjured up on her phone as she busily types away. "Not to interrupt, but, what are you doing exactly?" "One sec, let me just finish up this part and… Okay!" With a flourish, she hands you her phone, a gray and cyan loading icon taking up the screen. "So, I’ve set up my phone to allow remote access to my PC setup when needed, right? And there’s this program I’ve been workshopping. I call it //EyeSeeU//. It takes data from a few sources on the web along with the footage from a number of security cams found around the city—most of ‘em take no effort to hack into since they’re connected to Wi-Fi—and combines it all with facial recognition software and my own personal algorithm to identify individuals based on appearance, name, job, phone number, you name it. From there, you can follow that person on the cameras across most places in the city among other things. Pretty nifty, eh?" "That sounds… both incredibly useful and like a gross invasion of privacy but given our line of work I guess that’s to be expected. But, basically, using the photo you took earlier, we’ll be able to see where she’s going?" "Exactly! It’ll take a minute or so to load, connect to the cameras and all that, but after that we should be good to go!" Looking back to the screen, you see the progress bar seems to be stuck at 49%. //Great.// Eventually, it stutters back to life and jumps to 100% before you can even blink. In seconds, a slightly grainy camera feed of what looks like a nearby parking lot replaces the loading screen, the red-headed woman clearly in frame. "Voila! Now," she says, "we can just sit back, relax, and see what nefarious things this lady’s up to! It is nefarious right? Otherwise this’ll be //insanely// boring."<<set $eyeseeu to 1>> *<<link "“In a manner of speaking, yes.” You reply vaguely." "chap3festhelp1">><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><</link>> *<<link "Oh yes, very nefarious indeed. Probably steals babies from their cradles and eats puppies for breakfast.” You reply with a theatrical air. “Or she’s just, like, in a gang or something. Whichever you prefer.”" "chap3festhelp1">><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><</link>> *<<link "You nod. “Yeah, probably.” //She’s done terrible things before at least.//" "chap3festhelp1">><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><</link>> *<<link "“Well, she’s not a good person at any rate. No clue what’s she’s up to now. Just hope this isn’t a waste of my time.” You reply dismissively." "chap3festhelp1">><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><</link>> *<<link "“Oh, I doubt it’ll be boring. I’m sure we’ll see //something// of interest, given what I know of her. Just wait and see.” You reply confidently." "chap3festhelp1">><<set $optimistic to Math.round($optimistic * 1.05)>><<set $pessimistic to 100 - $optimistic>><</link>><<else>><<if $cautious gt $reckless>>You watch for $vhis reaction out of the corner of your eye, not daring to look directly at $vhim. Even so, you see the moment $vhis face softens. "Of course. What do you need help with?"<<else>>You watch $vhis face carefully, trying to gauge $vhis reaction, see if $vhes even willing to help before you say too much. It doesn’t take long, $vhis face quickly softening in concern. "Of course. What do you need help with?"<</if>> "It’s… hard to explain." You worry your bottom lip between your teeth, wondering where to start, //how// to start. "Just now, I saw someone I ran into the other night. I //need// to find out what they’re up to. I’m not sure how to explain why I need to, just, It’s really important to me. Please $vmr Zhang." $vmr Zhang looks at you thoughtfully, considering your request carefully before $vhe speaks. "I will not force you to explain, but I will need //some// more information. Is this person dangerous? Do they pose a threat to you or someone you know? What are your intentions here? It would not sit well with me to assist you if this person is someone you simply dislike for a petty reason and nothing more." "I can’t go into detail, but, yes, I think they’re dangerous. The interaction I had with them, and, I guess you could say a friend of theirs, the other day… It was strange to say the least. I only want to see if I can gain more information on them and the circle they run in for my //own// protection, to avoid getting involved with any of them. Nothing more. I swear." Whatever $vhe sees in your expression, it must convince $vhim. With a decisive nod, $vmr Zhang pulls out $vhis phone. "We can follow them discreetly. It may take a while but I am certain we will be able to gain the information you need. Depending of the individual in question, it’s possible I might already have a file on them or one of their associates. I will check on that later. For now, let me call my driver. They have past experience with these sorts of activities." You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. "Thank you, this really means a lot to me. I’m not sure if I’d be able to do this on my own." "No need." $vmr Zhang waves off your thanks and steps away to make the call, returning in a matter of seconds. The conversation quick, perfunctory. "They will be here soon, two minutes was the estimate. Do you still have eyes on the person we’re after?" "Yes, she’s just over there, talking to a couple of women. Bright red hair, half shaved. Tattoo on her left arm. By the fountain." $vHe nods, eyes locking onto the woman. "I don’t recognize her personally, but her tattoo looks familiar. Might be gang affiliated. I’m not completely certain. It’s hard to make out from here." $vmr Zhang stares hard at the woman’s arm before shaking $vhis head. "Regardless, we should head over to the nearest parking lot. My driver, Reyes, will be there shortly. And it seems our target and her associates are headed that way as well. Good. That makes this simpler. Let’s go." You follow without hesitation, not wanting to fall behind. $vmr Zhang is doing you a huge favor here, you can’t afford to make any mistakes. You’ve got a chance at gaining valuable information, something that could save your life—if you can just find out who this woman works for, who hired her, you can prevent it from ever happening again. You //refuse// to lose this opportunity. You can’t. You’re distracted from your thoughts when a sleek black sedan pulls up in front of you, the windows tinted too darkly to see much more than the shape of a person inside. $vmr Zhang nods in the direction of the car. "That would be our ride. Feel free to sit wherever you’d like. I have no preference." *<<link "“I call shotgun!” You immediately shout, sliding into the front passenger seat without a moment’s hesitation. Wouldn’t want to give anyone second thoughts after all." "chap3festhelp1">><<set $vcarseat to "front">><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><</link>> *<<link "“I’d prefer to sit up front, if that’s all right?” You ask politely, just to make sure." "chap3festhelp1">><<set $vcarseat to "front">><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><</link>> *<<link "Given $vmr Zhang’s indifference, you decide to just go ahead and take a seat in the back." "chap3festhelp1">><<set $vcarseat to "back">><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><</link>> *<<link "“I’ll just sit in the back then.” You tell $vmr Zhang, not really keen on sitting next to person you haven’t even met yet. //Too awkward.//" "chap3festhelp1">><<set $vcarseat to "back">><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><</link>> *<<link "“Maybe we should sit in the back together, don't you think so $vnick?” You ask with a wink. $flirt_label" "chap3festhelp1">><<set $vcarseat to "backflirt">><<set $vro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“Want to sit in the back with me, $vnick? I’d appreciate your company.” You say to $vhim with a friendly smile." "chap3festhelp1">><<set $vcarseat to "backv">><<set $vrel += 5>><</link>> *<<link "“Are you sure you don’t want to pick? I don’t really care either way, so…” You say with a shrug." "chap3festhelp1">><<set $vcarseat to "vpicks">><</link>><</if>>

<<if $securityheard is 1>>Following the bright red of her hair peeking out over the crowd like a beacon, you manage to keep up with her easily enough as she exits the festival with the couple she was speaking with before. One of which, you recognize as the woman you saw speaking to the security guard from before. //Interesting.// Late as it is, there’s a good number of people pouring out the gate with her, all headed to the parking lot, making you just another face in the crowd. Unknown and unnoticed.<<else>>Following the bright red of her hair peeking out over the crowd like a beacon, you manage to keep up with her easily enough as she exits the festival with the couple she was speaking with before. Late as it is, there’s a good number of people pouring out the gate with her, all headed to the parking lot, making you just another face in the crowd. Unknown and unnoticed.<</if>> You linger by the gate, pretending to scan the lot for your nonexistent vehicle, watching your target carefully out of the corner of your eye. Close as you are now, you can see her tattoo more clearly—a red rose, outlined in black with several black lines slicing through the dark stem. You’ve never seen one quite like it before but, who knows, it might mean something. But you can worry about tattoos later, for now, you just hope she didn’t drive here herself, or else this is going to get a whole lot more difficult. Thankfully, luck is ever on your side, and, after a brief goodbye to her friends, you watch as she heads out to the sidewalk, turning to walk down the street. Now, //this,// is the tricky part. Sure, there’s other people on the sidewalk, but most are either waiting on a cab or heading to the bus stop in the opposite direction the woman is. All that’s to say, it’s not going to be as easy to go unnoticed here. Especially given her profession—most criminals you’ve met tend to be at least a touch paranoid after all, particularly when it comes to any unwanted hanger-ons. Can’t risk someone following you back home, or, to anywhere you do business when that business is illegal, right? And if she //does// realize she's got a tail on her, it likely won’t end well for you. Sure, you have an ace up your sleeve, but time travel //probably// shouldn’t be used carelessly. Who knows what consequences there might be from your tugging on the timeline? Luckily, you’re used to this sort of thing. Well, maybe not stalking someone specifically, but you do have to be somewhat subtle in your line of work. Avoid raising suspicions. Slip under the radar, even as you wander into that which was not meant for prying eyes. So, naturally, you already have a plan worked out. *<<link "Continue following her from afar. If you keep your distance, it will look like you’re just heading to one of the clubs down the street." "chap3sadie2">><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><<set $sadiesus += 10>><</link>> *<<link "No reason to overthink things, just act natural. So long as you don’t make it obvious that you’re tailing her, you should just seem like any other passerby." "chap3sadie2">><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><<set $sadiesus += 10>><</link>> *<<link "Stick to the shadows, blend in with passersby. Hell, go into alleyways if you need to. It’s dark enough out and crowded downtown, she won’t even know you’re there." "chap3sadie2">><<set $stealth += 5>><<if $stealth lt 25>><<set $sadiesus += 15>><</if>><</link>> *<<link "Keep an eye on your surroundings. All you need to do to avoid her noticing her tail is to avoid her line of sight entirely. Standing in certain positions, walking behind the right people, it’s simple enough if you have an eye for it." "chap3sadie2">><<set $perception += 5>><<if $perception lt 25>><<set $sadiesus += 15>><</if>><</link>>

<<if $timetraveled is 0>><<if $cautious gte $daring>>//You’re really doing this, huh?// Taking a deep breath, you do your best to steady your nerves, to quell the fear trying to choke you. //You can do this. You ''have'' to do this.// You already pissed a day away at a music festival, you need to take this lead if you want any hope of figuring out what’s going on. You force yourself to start walking. You’ve done far worse things then this on just the first day of your job alone. And given what she helped do to you, you really shouldn’t feel too guilty. No need to psyche yourself out now. Just stick to the plan. You’ll do fine.<<else>>Heading down the road, you don’t waste a second, jumping straight into action. Although it’s your first time doing something like this, you feel surprisingly calm. Then again, you’ve done plenty of unethical things on just the first day of your job alone. And given what she helped do to you, you shouldn’t feel too guilty. This, this is nothing.<</if>> Following along, you pay close attention to the route she takes, noting any shortcuts, any place she looks at for longer than a second, any building she enters you’ll catalogue too, when or if that happens. They could be places she and her associates visit. Anything that might help you later will be worth it. Everything appears to be going smoothly, you don’t think she’s noticed anything yet, thankfully. <</if>><<if $sadiesus gte 15>>Or, so you thought. Until you misstep, until you fail to see it coming when she stops and spins around. Taking one broad step forward and grabbing you roughly by the arm. Hauling you towards the nearest alley. Where you're slammed head first into the wall. Not enough to bleed, just enough to feel it, enough to ache. Looks like she picked up on something after all. Your mind blanks out. //As it always does.// Always the deer in the headlights, too scared to move, to speak, to //think.// Just stare and hope desperately that this isn’t what you think it is. Let it be a misunderstanding. That’s all. //Say it enough and maybe you’ll believe it.// You can fix this, find a way out of it. There’s no weapons out, just an angry woman who looks close to beating the shit out of you. //Not a problem at all.// "Who the fuck are you and what do you want with me? Speak quick, I’m not a patient woman." Her grip on your arm is ironclad, punishing. A cold facsimile of the night you first met, your head aching, imagined blood on the wall. You need to fix this, you //need// to speak. *<<link "“I—I’m sorry? I think there’s been a misunderstanding here.” You can talk your way out of this one, all it takes is a convincing enough act, a believable lie. “I’m just headed to a club. I don’t know what you thought I was doing, but you’ve definitely got the wrong idea. Would you mind letting go of me now?”" "chap3sadie3">><<set $persuasion += 5>><<if $persuasion gte 30>><<set $sadiesus -= 10>><<set $sadiereact to "persuade">><<else>><<set $sadiesus += 10>><<set $sadiereact to "liarliar">><</if>><</link>> *<<link "“I don’t know what your problem is, but you have five seconds and counting to let me go before I call the cops.” You bluff, setting your face into a scowl, matching hers tit for tat. “So unless you want an assault charge I’d recommend backing the fuck off.”" "chap3sadie3">><<set $intimidation += 5>><<if $intimidation gte 30>><<set $sadiesus -= 10>><<set $sadiereact to "intimidate">><<else>><<set $sadiesus += 10>><<set $sadiereact to "liarliar">><</if>><</link>> *<<link "“I…” you start, trying to come up with a plausible excuse, “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just thought, well, you’re really pretty. We’re both headed the same way and I… I didn’t mean to stare so much. I’m sorry.”" "chap3sadie3">><<set $sadiesus -= 10>><<set $sadiereact to "flirt">><</link>> *<<link "“What the fuck is your problem?!” You reply, shaking, disguising your fear as anger. “I don’t know who you are and, frankly, I don’t care! The only thing I want from you is to get the hell away from me.”" "chap3sadie3">><<set $sadiesus -= 5>><<set $sadiereact to "anger">><</link>> *<<link "You can’t speak, shaking to the point you’re shocked your knees haven’t given out. You open your mouth and—feel yourself breakdown, heaving, desperate sobs leaving you struggling to breathe." "chap3sadie3">><<set $sadiesus to 0>><<set $sadiereact to "cry">><<set $mental -= 5>><</link>> *<<link "You can fix this. You //know// you can. Just—focus. The stoplight is red, concentrate on it, picture the $timeview. Go //back.//" "chap3sadiett">><<set $sadiesus to 0>><<set $timetraveled += 1>><</link>><<else>><<if $timetraveled is 1>>With a little luck and forethought, you manage to avoid gaining her ire again, cutting through different side streets to avoid her entirely up until a certain point. Then, it’s just a matter of staying on her tail without her notice as she delves deeper into Vermell’s downtown—the clubbing district—with her none the wiser. Despite your initial trepidation, it looks like you’re in the clear, she passes by the alley you were dragged into before without so much as a glance.<<else>>And with a little luck and forethought, it stays that way, with you managing to keep on her tail as she delves deeper into Vermell’s downtown—the clubbing district—with her none the wiser.<</if>> So far, you haven’t gained much information from this endeavor. Unsurprising really, these things tend to take time. Or, so you’ve heard. But not //too// much time, it would seem, or, at least not in this case. You’ve been following her for about six blocks now when she finally reaches her destination. Stopping at a crosswalk, she makes her way across, and enters the building perched there, on the street corner. You note she doesn’t bother with the front door and its long line of clubbers, instead, heading through an employee entrance tucked on the building’s left side, nearly hidden. //Club Pyre.// The sign above the main entrance reads in bright red neon lights, script curling elegantly. The building itself looks fairly upscale. //New.// Modern and sleek in its design with a prominent black and red color scheme to boot. It must be fairly popular too, given the number of people clamoring for a chance to get inside. The name sounds familiar, you swear you remember hearing it before, an itch you can’t quite scratch. Up until it hits you like a freight train. Pyre. Isn’t that what //he// said that night? After he shot you. When he was talking to his lackey, to the woman you just saw //enter the damn place//. //Seems like you’ve got the lead you needed after all.// Part of you wants to rush over there right now, <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>storm the place and demand answers,<</if>> but, on the other hand, would it be wise to poke around with her present? If she gets suspicious of you, that could go very wrong very fast. Then again, if you did decide to go, you might manage to gain information from her directly, no sneaking around involved. Just a nice, friendly conversation. With a little alcohol involved. And then, well, it wouldn’t be unusual for someone to spill things they aren’t meant to say under such circumstances, now would it? *<<link "Go to Pyre tonight, no sense waiting and risk losing your chance." "chap3pyre">><<set $chap3path to "sadieunseen">><<set $pyrewith to "solo">><<set $sadieishere to 1>><</link>> *<<link "Go tomorrow, you don’t want to take any unnecessary risks." "chap3open">><<set $chap3path to "solopyrefest">><</link>><</if>>

You wake early Monday morning to the creaking of your ceiling fan, blades yellowed at the edges as decades old plastic tends to be, several hours before you’re due in for work. It’s looking to be a quiet day. Emails and documents galore, doing inventory on the equipment. No //real// jobs assigned until next week. $vmr Zhang has always insisted on it. That is—one to two week breaks between jobs to handle the less exciting side of things, and ensure there aren’t any enraged clients coming after you. Boring, but necessary. For a while, you just lie there on your bed, eyes unfocused where they rest. Fan blades spinning so quick they all run together, indistinct and uniform. Your mouth tastes stale and dry, blander pressing uncomfortably full as mornings often find it, and yet you can’t quite bring yourself to get up. Soon. But not now. You want to stay in this sleep-addled haze for a little while longer, warm and unthinking in a cocoon of blankets. Perhaps, one day, you might pass the better part of an afternoon like this, but the shrill buzzing of your second alarm reminds you that that day is not today. You go through your morning routine sluggishly, eyes blinking away the crust of sleep. Moving on muscle memory more than anything else. It’s only as you’re scrolling away on your phone at the dining table that you start to feel anything remotely approaching awake. There’s a strong temptation to just stay like this until you need to leave for the office, a lazy day spent somewhere between nothing and everything. Though, you could //try// for something productive. Check your email, text someone. A way to pass the time so that it feels less wasted. *<<link "You’re already on your phone, might as well use it." "chap3hometext">><</link>> *<<link "Nah, forget that. Watch TV, read a book, or, whatever you wish—you’ll save the productivity for when you’re on the clock." "chap3homecoming1">><</link>> <<if $pyrebug is "maybelater">>*<<link "You have a few hours to kill, maybe you should go to Club Pyre and plant that bug after all." "chap3pyrebugnext">><</link>><</if>>

For a moment, nothing happens. For a moment, you think the last time you tried this must’ve been a fluke, some sick cosmic joke. //A delusion.// You take in a shaky breath, close your eyes, and //focus.// The lights behind your eyes, stoplights and neons of the street, suddenly vanish. The world’s gone white, blinding and empty. And then you feel it, a drag of //something// pulling you back, back, //back.// Your center of gravity is shifted, lurched and thrown, until it suddenly stutters into place. You blink as the world reforms around you, white fading into the dim light of dusk, and you find yourself standing before the parking lot you had left just minutes ago. With a stumbling step, you slump over onto the nearby grass, arms shaking, barely holding your weight. Nauseous, you throw up into a nearby bush. Unable to do more than wait for the feeling to pass. You notice, almost hysterically, that the people walking past barely spare you a glance. //Just another drunk person at a music festival, nothing new.// Pulling yourself back up on trembling limbs, you take in your surroundings. People milling about, to their cars or cabs, walking to the bus stop, talking, laughing. Nothing out of place. The woman from before, your eyes can’t help but land on her, is where she was just before leaving the festival. Waving to her friends as she heads out, down the street. You let her fade from sight. You already know most of the route she takes after all. No need to get that close to her again. A mistake you won't make twice. No. This time, you’ll play things safe. *<<link "You follow her from a distance, extra careful to avoid any detection. Perhaps you’ll even take a different route for the first part, rejoining her path later on." "chap3sadie2">><</link>> *<<link "Go home, you aren’t doing this tonight. You don’t have it in you to try this again." "chap3earlyend">><<set $chap3path to "festend">><</link>>

<<if $sadiereact is "persuade">>She looks you dead in the eye, face unreadable. Looking for any hint of deception, any tell. You stare back, holding your ground, refusing to give anything away. Slowly, she loosens her grip, dropping your arm and taking a step back. "Huh. Shit. Don’t usually make these kinds’a mistakes. My bad." "I… what? You drag someone into an alley and all I get is a //'my bad'?// Mind explaining what’s going on here?" You ask, rubbing the back of your head, eyebrows drawn together in confusion that you only have to partially fake. "Ah, yeah. Crap. Sorry. I just thought—I mean, in my line of work… Nevermind. Just chalk it up to paranoia. Thought you were followin’ me. Swore I saw you back at the fest. Didn’t seem like a coincidence." "The music festival? I was there, yeah, thought I’d grab some drinks after. Didn’t feel like paying for a cab when there’s a bunch of clubs and bars just down the street. I see where you’re coming from but seems like we both just had the same idea." She gives a somewhat awkward laugh at that. "Guess we did. Fuck, I’m real sorry ‘bout all this. Uh, I can give you some money. As an apology. For all this, and, ya know…" She says, gesturing to your head.<<elseif $sadiereact is "intimidate">>She looks you dead in the eye, face unreadable. Looking for any hint of deception, any tell. You stare back, holding your ground, refusing to give anything away. Slowly, she loosens her grip, dropping your arm and taking a step back. "Huh. Shit. Don’t usually make these kinds’a mistakes. This is… Fuck. Just, give me a sec to explain. Please don’t call the cops." "Yes, an explanation for my head injury that //you// just caused would be great." You reply, rubbing the back of your head, eyebrows furrowed in anger you only have to partially fake. "Ah, yeah. Crap. Sorry. I just thought—I mean, in my line of work… Nevermind. Just chalk it up to paranoia. Thought you were followin’ me. Swore I saw you back at the fest. Didn’t seem like a coincidence." "The music festival? I was there, yeah, thought I’d grab some drinks after. Didn’t feel like paying for a cab when there’s a bunch of clubs and bars just down the street. I see where you’re coming from but clearly we both just had the same idea." She gives a somewhat awkward laugh at that. "Guess we did. Fuck, I’m real sorry ‘bout all this. Uh, I can give you some money. As an apology. And as a bribe to not call the cops. For all this, and, ya know…" She says, gesturing to your head.<<elseif $sadiereact is "flirt">>She looks you dead in the eye, face unreadable. Looking for any hint of deception, any tell. You stare back, holding your ground, refusing to give anything away. Slowly, she loosens her grip, dropping your arm and taking a step back. "Huh. Shit. Don’t usually make these kinds’a mistakes. My bad." "I… what? You drag someone into an alley and all I get is a //'my bad'?// Mind explaining what’s going on here?" You ask, rubbing the back of your head, eyebrows drawn together in confusion that you only have to partially fake. "Ah, yeah. Crap. Sorry. I just thought—I mean, in my line of work… Nevermind. Just chalk it up to paranoia. Thought you were followin’ me. Swore I saw you back at the fest. Didn’t seem like a coincidence." "The music festival? I was there, yeah, thought I’d grab some drinks after. Didn’t feel like paying for a cab when there’s a bunch of clubs and bars just down the street. I see where you’re coming from but seems like we both just had the same idea. I was only staring so much because, well… like I said before, you //are// really pretty." She gives a somewhat awkward laugh at that. "Yeah, I get that now. Fuck, I’m real sorry ‘bout all this. And, uh, I’m real flattered but… I’m already taken. Sorry. Um, I can give you some money. As an apology. For all this, and, ya know…" She says, gesturing to your head.<<elseif $sadiereact is "anger">>She looks you dead in the eye, face unreadable. Looking for any hint of deception, any tell. You stare back, holding your ground, refusing to give anything away. Slowly, she loosens her grip, dropping your arm and taking a step back. "Huh. Shit. Don’t usually make these kinds’a mistakes. My bad." "Yes, an explanation for my head injury that //you// just caused would be great." You reply, rubbing the back of your head, eyebrows furrowed in anger you only have to partially fake. "Ah, yeah. Crap. Sorry. I just thought—I mean, in my line of work… Nevermind. Just chalk it up to paranoia. Thought you were followin’ me. Swore I saw you back at the fest. Didn’t seem like a coincidence." "The music festival? I was there, yeah, thought I’d grab some drinks after. Didn’t feel like paying for a cab when there’s a bunch of clubs and bars just down the street. I see where you’re coming from but seems like we both just had the same idea." She gives a somewhat awkward laugh at that. "Guess we did. Fuck, I’m real sorry ‘bout all this. Uh, I can give you some money. As an apology. For all this, and, ya know…" She says, gesturing to your head.<<elseif $sadiereact is "cry">>You’re drowning. You’re certain of it. Suffocating. Lungs can’t get enough air, can barely get any at all. Hitched, hiccuping gasps that leave you aching. The panic claws at you, holds your heart in its hands, unrelenting. //You can’t breathe.// Your vision is blurred, tears too many to be blinked away. You rub at them desperately. You need to escape. You don’t want to die. Not again. //Please, not again.// You swear you can see blood on the ground, on the walls. Swear you smell its metallic scent in the air. You barely register it as your knees give out. Are surprised that it doesn’t hurt, that you can’t feel the cold, hard ground beneath you. You blink, tears still falling, the world a blur of drab colors and blinding lights. In front of you. Wasn’t there someone in front of you? Holding onto your arm, your shirt, holding you up. //Oh, that’s why I couldn’t feel the ground.// You feel more than hear the shaky, hysterical laugh that comes from you. Carefully, slowly, you feel yourself lowered to the ground, sitting slumped against the wall behind you. "You… It’s—fuck, shit. Just. Try to breathe, okay? Follow along with me. In… and out. Right, like that. Just like that." You hear a woman say, sounding frantic. Your breathing just a bit easier, lighter. "It’s okay. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t think, I mean, I thought you—ah, it doesn’t matter now does it. I really fucked up this time didn’t I?" It takes you a few minutes, but, eventually, you feel the tension bleed out of you, leaving you exhausted, drained. Tears drying, eyes red and cheeks tear stained still, but there’s nothing left to cry. Your lungs finally feel full once again. And it’s then that you remember where you are, what happened. Who you’re with. The woman you were following, the one you hoped would lead you to something important. Something you could use to find the man she worked with that night, who hired them. Or, at least, something to point you in the right direction. //Hah, as if.// What a joke. You aren’t laughing, not anymore, not given who’s trying to comfort you right now. Who brought you back down from what you’re reasonable sure was a panic attack. "I… I don’t understand. What’s going on? Who are you?" You ask quietly, your voice breaking at the start, still raw and weak from the tears. "I—I’m Sadie. I’d say nice to meet’cha but, uh. Well. Ah, shit. I’m really sorry ‘bout all this, it’s my fault. Overreacted. I just thought—I mean, in my line of work… Nevermind. Just chalk it up to paranoia. Thought you were followin’ me. Swore I saw you back at the fest. Didn’t seem like a coincidence."<<set $knowsadie to 1>> "The music festival? I was there, yeah. I thought I’d grab some drinks after. Didn’t want to pay for a cab when there’s a bunch of clubs and bars just down the street. Walking just seemed like a better option at the time." She gives a somewhat awkward laugh at that. "Yeah, I get that. Fuck, this is a mess. I promise I’ll make it up to you. Uh, how about I give you some money. As an apology. For all this. I know that won’t fix it but… it might help?"<<else>>She looks you dead in the eye, face unreadable. Looking for any hint of deception, any tell. You stare back, trying to hold your ground, not let your emotions show. You can barely hold her gaze and you're nearly certain she can tell. Slowly, hesitantly, she loosens her grip, dropping your arm and taking a step back. Crossing her arms against her chest. "Yeah, //right.//" She says with a dismissive laugh, not believing your bluff for a second. "But, fine. We can play this game. Let’s say I believe you. What’s your excuse for following me then? I’d love to hear it." "I—I was just headed to a club. You know, like everyone else around here this time of night? Paranoid much?" She laughs even louder at that. "Y’know? I suppose I can be. Maybe I got you wrong. My bad. Ah, but let’s look on the bright side. I’m headed to a club too. You heard of Club Pyre? Best in town, I swear. Why don’t we head over together? I’ll even buy you a drink, as an apology."<</if>> <<if $sadiereact is "liarliar">>*<<link "“I’m this close to calling the cops, lady. Like hell I’d want to go anywhere with //you.//” You bite out." "chap3sadie4">><<set $chap3path to "sadiesusleave">><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><</link>> *<<link "Well, that sounds like a setup if you’ve ever heard one. No chance you’re accepting that. “No thanks. I think I’ll just be on my way now.”" "chap3sadie4">><<set $chap3path to "sadiesusleave">><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><</link>> *<<link "You don’t bother responding. Just run and flee to the main road while you’ve got the chance. Why waste time talking to someone who just hauled you into an alley?" "chap3sadie4">><<set $chap3path to "sadierunaway">><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><</link>> *<<link "Yeah, that just sounds like good way to walk straight to your death. You give her a skeptical look, shaking your head. “After all that? Yeah, no, think I’ll pass.”" "chap3sadie4">><<set $chap3path to "sadiesusleave">><<set $pessimistic to Math.round($pessimistic * 1.05)>><<set $optimistic to 100 - $pessimistic>><</link>> *<<link "Is going anywhere with her a good idea? No, but you can always run away later if you felt like it. “Sure, why not? I could use a drink.”" "chap3sadie4">><<set $chap3path to "sadietogethersus">><<set $pyrewith to "sadie">><<set $sadieishere to 1>><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><</link>> *<<link "Maybe she genuinely feels bad? She did kind of slam your head into the wall on a hunch. “Okay, yeah. Let’s go. A drink //would// be kind of nice.”" "chap3sadie4">><<set $chap3path to "sadietogethersus">><<set $pyrewith to "sadie">><<set $sadieishere to 1>><<set $optimistic to Math.round($optimistic * 1.05)>><<set $pessimistic to 100 - $optimistic>><</link>><<else>>*<<link "You shake your head. “That’s not necessary. Thank you.”" "chap3sadie4">><<set $sadiepays to 0>><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><</link>> *<<link "“It’s okay, you really don’t have to do that, but I appreciate the offer.” You decline with a small smile." "chap3sadie4">><<set $sadiepays to 0>><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><</link>> *<<link "As much as you might want to, you just can’t bring yourself to believe her, believe she has good intentions. You want to leave this place. Shaking your head, you take a step back. “That’s all right. I think I’ll just go.”" "chap3sadie4">><<set $sadiepays to 0>><<set $pessimistic to Math.round($pessimistic * 1.05)>><<set $optimistic to 100 - $pessimistic>><</link>> *<<link "She seems genuine enough, but you’d rather not take any risks here. “No thank you. I’m good, think I’d rather just head home now.”" "chap3sadie4">><<set $sadiepays to 0>><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><</link>> *<<link "It really seems like she wants to make things up to you. Who knows, maybe she’s not so bad after all? “If you’re sure, then that’d be great. Thanks.”" "chap3sadie4">><<set $sadiepays to 1>><<set $optimistic to Math.round($optimistic * 1.05)>><<set $pessimistic to 100 - $optimistic>><</link>> *<<link "Honestly, you tuned out after “money”. With a wide grin you happily accept, quick to bounce back from the low you just hit. “That works for me! You’re the best! You know, minus the whole dragging me into an alley thing.”" "chap3sadie4">><<set $sadiepays to 1>><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><</link>> *<<link "“Really? Well, I mean, if you’re sure…” You accept, but not really for the money. You just want to see if you can get a peek inside her wallet, maybe see an ID, get her full name." "chap3sadie4">><<set $sadiepays to 1>><<set $chap3path to "sadiewallet">><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><</link>> *<<link "“Fine. Paying me //is// the least you can do. You better be thankful I’m not calling the cops.” You reply, snarkily, relying on bravado to cover the fear still causing you to shake." "chap3sadie4">><<set $sadiepays to 1>><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><</link>><</if>>

<<if $sadiereact is "liarliar">><<if $chap3path is "sadiesusleave">>"Suit yourself." She says with a shrug. "If you change your mind, I’ll be at the club for most’a the night." "I’ll keep that in mind." You reply as you walk out of the alleyway. <<if $cautious gt $reckless>>Careful to keep an eye on her as you do.<</if>> //Club Pyre, huh?// The name sounds familiar, you swear you remember hearing it before, an itch you can’t quite scratch. Up until it hits you like a freight train. Pyre. Isn’t that what //he// said that night? After he shot you. When he was talking to his lackey, to the woman you just met. //Seems like you’ve got the lead you needed after all.// Part of you wants to rush over there right now, <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>storm the place and demand answers,<</if>> but, on the other hand, would it be wise to poke around with her present? You //might// have been able to convince her this time, but if she gets suspicious again… that could go very wrong very fast. Then again, if you did decide to go, you might manage to gain information from her directly, no sneaking around involved. Just a nice, friendly conversation. With a little alcohol involved. And then, well, it wouldn’t be unusual for someone to spill things they aren’t meant to say under such circumstances, now would it? *<<link "Go to Pyre tonight, no sense waiting and risk losing your chance." "chap3pyre">><<set $pyrewith to "solo">><<set $sadieishere to 1>><</link>> *<<link "Go tomorrow, you don’t want to run into her again so soon." "chap3open">><</link>><<elseif $chap3path is "sadierunaway">>A loud, startled laugh follows you as you rush out of the alley and onto the main road, slipping into the crowd. Only daring to stop once you feel you’re put enough distance between the two of you. //Club Pyre, huh?// The name sounds familiar, you swear you remember hearing it before, an itch you can’t quite scratch. Up until it hits you like a freight train. Pyre. Isn’t that what //he// said that night? After he shot you. When he was talking to his lackey, to the woman you just met. //Seems like you’ve got the lead you needed after all.// Part of you wants to rush over there right now, <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>storm the place and demand answers,<</if>> but, on the other hand, would it be wise to poke around with her present? If she suspects your intentions anymore, that could go very wrong very fast. Then again, if you did decide to go, you might manage to gain information from her directly, no sneaking around involved. Just a nice, friendly conversation. With a little alcohol involved. And then, well, it wouldn’t be unusual for someone to spill things they aren’t meant to say under such circumstances, now would it? *<<link "Go to Pyre tonight, no sense waiting and risk losing your chance." "chap3pyre">><<set $pyrewith to "solo">><<set $sadieishere to 1>><</link>> *<<link "Go tomorrow, you don’t want to run into her again so soon." "chap3open">><</link>><<elseif $chap3path is "sadietogethersus">><<set $pyrewith to "sadie">><<set $sadieishere to 1>>"Wait, really? I mean, 'course, let’s go. It’s just ‘round the corner. First couple’a drinks are on me." She says, slinging one arm around your shoulder, jostling you with the force of it. //Well, too late to back out.// You’re committed now, as much as you may be starting to regret it. <span class="next"><<button "//At least there'll be alcohol.//" "chap3pyre">><</button>></span><</if>><<else>><<if $sadiepays is 0>>You’d really rather not accept any money from her. Even if she does work with your would-be hitman, given the full situation, it just feels wrong. <<if $sadiereact is "cry">>"If you’re sure?" She replies, still looking at you in concern, eyebrows knit together, as if you’d fall apart with the next breeze. "Well, okay. But if you change your mind, I’ll be at a club down the road for most’a the night. It’s called Club Pyre. Just ask for Sadie and staff’ll send you my way. I’m friends with everybody there so you could probably get a discount too."<<else>>"Suit yourself." She says with a shrug. "If you change your mind, I’ll be at a club down the road for most’a the night. It’s called Club Pyre. Just ask for Sadie and staff’ll send you my way. I’m friends with everybody there so you might even get a discount."<</if>><<if $knowsadie is 0>><<set $knowsadie to 1>><</if>> "I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you." You reply as you walk out of the alleyway. <<if $cautious gt $reckless>>Careful to keep an eye on her as you do.<</if>> //Club Pyre, huh?// The name sounds familiar, you swear you remember hearing it before, an itch you can’t quite scratch. Up until it hits you like a freight train. Pyre. Isn’t that what //he// said that night? After he shot you. When he was talking to his lackey, to Sadie. //Seems like you’ve got the lead you needed after all.// Part of you wants to rush over there right now, <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>storm the place and demand answers,<</if>> but, on the other hand, would it be wise to poke around with her present? You //might// have been able to convince her this time, but if she gets suspicious again… that could go very wrong very fast. Then again, if you did decide to go, you might manage to gain information from Sadie directly, no sneaking around involved. Just a nice, friendly conversation. With a little alcohol involved. And then, well, it wouldn’t be unusual for someone to spill things they aren’t meant to say under such circumstances, now would it? *<<link "Go to Pyre tonight, no sense waiting and risk losing your chance." "chap3pyre">><<set $pyrewith to "solo">><<set $sadieishere to 1>><<set $chap3path to "sadieleave">><</link>> *<<link "Go tomorrow, you don’t want to run into her again so soon." "chap3open">><</link>><<else>>"Alrighty, let’s see how much I got on me then." <<if $chap3path is "sadiewallet">>You watch as she fishes her wallet out of her pocket—tongue poking out in concentration, a silver piercing on the tip—opens it up and… winces. She flips through a few compartments to the same result. As she flips through it, you spot an ID, you don’t see it for very long but you think the name on it reads "Sadie Rivers".<<set $sadiefullname to 1>><<else>>You watch as she fishes her wallet out of her pocket—tongue poking out in concentration, a silver piercing on the tip—opens it up and… winces. She flips through a few compartments to the same result.<</if>> <<if $sadiereact is "cry">>"Ah, //shit.// Swore I had some cash on me. Crap. Sorry." She says bashfully, looking truly apologetic. "Maybe I could buy you a drink instead? Or, ya know, a few. Could help you feel better. Maybe. Uh. Plus, there’s a good place pretty close to here. Know the staff too so I can get ya a discount. It’s called Club Pyre, ever heard of it?"<<else>>"Ah, //shit.// Swore I had some cash on me. Crap. Sorry." She says bashfully, looking truly apologetic. "Maybe I could buy you a drink instead? Or, ya know, a few. There’s a good place pretty close to here. Know the staff too so I can get ya a discount, just tell ‘em Sadie sent you. It’s called Club Pyre, ever heard of it?"<<set $knowsadie to 1>><</if>> //Club Pyre, huh?// "No, I can’t say I have." The name sounds familiar, you swear you remember hearing it before, an itch you can’t quite scratch. Up until it hits you like a freight train. Pyre. Isn’t that what //he// said that night? After he shot you. When he was talking to his lackey, to Sadie. //Seems like you’ve got the lead you needed after all.// Part of you wants to rush over there right now, <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>storm the place and demand answers,<</if>> but, on the other hand, would it be wise to poke around with her present? You //might// have been able to convince her this time, but if she gets suspicious again… that could go very wrong very fast. Then again, if you did decide to go, you might manage to gain information from Sadie directly, no sneaking around involved. Just a nice, friendly conversation. With a little alcohol involved. And then, well, it wouldn’t be unusual for someone to spill things they aren’t meant to say under such circumstances, now would it? *<<link "“I guess I could go for a drink or two. All right then, lead the way.” Might as well go tonight, no sense waiting and risk losing your chance." "chap3pyre">><<set $pyrewith to "sadie">><<set $sadieishere to 1>><</link>> *<<link "“Thanks, but I think I’ll just head home for the night. Maybe I’ll check it out another day.” Better to go tomorrow, you don’t want any potential complications." "chap3sadiesegway">><</link>><</if>><</if>>

<<if $sadiereact is "cry">>"If you’re sure?" She replies, still looking at you in concern. "Well, okay. But if you change your mind, I’ll be at the club for most’a the night."<<else>>"Suit yourself." She says with a shrug. "If you change your mind, I’ll be at the club for most’a the night."<</if>> "I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you." You reply as you walk out of the alleyway, heading back home. <<if $cautious gt $reckless>>Careful to keep an eye on her as you do.<</if>> <span class="next"><<button "//Looks like you're in for a busy weekend.//" "chap3open">><</button>></span>

<<if $festpath is "amara">>"Good to know. What should we be looking for, by the way? Who she talks to? Places she enters? That sort of stuff? Or is there something more specific you’re looking for." "Nothing specific. Just like you said, people and places, that’s all I need." "Should be easy enough. Here," she says, placing her phone on the bench between the two of you, "now we can both watch! Oh, looks like she’s leaving the park on foot, that’s good. I’m //pretty// sure //EyeSeeU// could follow a car but not nearly as well as a person. Probably shouldn’t test important features now. Well, anymore than we already are I guess." "Not really inspiring confidence there Amara." You <<if $kindness gte $callous>>joke.<<else>>say with a snort.<</if>> "Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Just watch and see. I’m sure it’ll work perfectly. Probably." Shaking your head, you refocus on the video. The camera feed is different now, a new source, lower quality and more pixelated but still clear enough to see what you need to. Right now, there’s not much going on. Just a whole lot of walking. Cars and neon lights passing by in a blur. //This is going to take a while isn’t it?// Time crawls on, each minute feeling like an eternity for how little happens. The woman walks on. Cameras shift from one to another, tracking her path steadily with the changing perspectives. <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>//Fucking hell this is taking forever. Do something, anything! Please.//<<else>>//These things always seem so much cooler, and faster, in the movies.//<</if>> Maybe you could do something to pass the time? *<<link "Talk to Amara, it’d be nice to get to know her better while you wait." "chap3festhelp2">><<set $chap3sub to "amara">><<set $airel += 5>><</link>> *<<link "Talk to Amara, a little light flirtation might be a nice way to pass the time. $flirt_label" "chap3festhelp2">><<set $chap3sub to "amaraflirt">><<set $airo += 1>><</link>> *<<link "Amara’s already watching, so, you could just, you know, not? Instead, maybe you could do some people watching of a different kind." "chap3festhelp2">><<set $chap3sub to "people">><</link>> *<<link "No, you don’t want to risk missing something important. The video is your sole focus." "chap3festhelp2">><<set $chap3sub to "video">><</link>><<else>><<if $vcarseat is "front">>$vmr Zhang nods at you, before opening the back door and sliding into the seat directly behind yours.<<set $vcarseat to "vback">><<elseif $vcarseat is "back">>$vmr Zhang nods at you, before opening the front passenger door and sliding into the seat directly ahead of yours.<<set $vcarseat to "vfront">><<elseif $vcarseat is "backflirt">>In the entirety of the time you’ve known $vmr Zhang you’ve never once seem $vhim look quite as unimpressed as $vhe does now. Which is saying //a lot//, given how hard $vhe is to impress in the first place. With a deep sigh and a shake of $vhis head, $vhe ignores you entirely and slides into the front passenger seat instead. //Ouch.//<<set $vcarseat to "vfront">><<elseif $vcarseat is "backv">>$vmr Zhang looks at you for a moment, thoughtful, before nodding. "All right then. Shall we?" $vHe says, opening the back door and gesturing for you to get in first before sliding in the seat beside you.<<set $vcarseat to "vbackmc">><<else>>$vmr Zhang looks thoughtful for a moment before nodding. "In that case, I’ll take the front. I’ll have a better view from there."<<set $vcarseat to "vfront">><</if>> "Planning on introducing us, $vmr Zhang?" A deep voice calls from the driver’s seat. You jolt, having momentarily forgotten about the presence of a third person, and swing around to face them. Seated <<if $vcarseat is "vback">>to your left<<else>>across from you<</if>> is the individual in question. They… aren’t what you were expecting. Tall and broad—that much is clear even sitting down—with short wild curly black hair, dark brown eyes lined in even darker eyeliner, warm brown skin, and a multitude of scars. Dressed in cargo pants and a heavily studded motorcycle jacket, accessorized with a golden cross necklace, they’re about as far removed from the image $vmr Zhang maintains as you’ve ever seen. "Focus on the target first, introductions can wait." "Alright, alright. The red head over there right? Don’t worry, doubt I’ll lose sight of //her.//" "How’d you know? Did $vnick tell you already?" You ask, surprised. <<if $vnick is "$vname">>"$vname, huh?" They comment with a smirk, just barely wiping it off their face when $vmr Zhang glares at them. "But nah, I’m just good at pickin' up on people like her. Dangerous sorts. That, and both of you were glancing at her. Pretty subtle, <<if $stealth lt 30>>or, at least, the boss was.<<else>>but I still noticed it.<</if>> I’m Reyes by the way. Good to meet you."<<else>>"Nah, I’m just good at pickin' up on people like her. Dangerous sorts. That, and both of you were glancing at her. Pretty subtle, <<if $stealth lt 30>>or, at least, the boss was.<<else>>but I still noticed it.<</if>> I’m Reyes by the way. Good to meet you."<</if>> <<if $stoic gt 50>>"$fname $lname. Likewise." You reply with a small nod.<<else>>"Nice to meet you too. I’m $fname." You reply with a friendly smile.<</if>> "If you’re both done, we should really get a move on." $vmr Zhang says, gesturing to the road. "Our target is already making her way out of the park and down the street." "Oh, yeah. Shit." Reyes says with a quiet laugh before putting the car into drive and preparing to turn out of the parking lot. "Better let her gain a bit more distance before we follow. Traffic’s slow but don’t wanna get too ahead of ourselves here." "So what’s the plan exactly? I haven’t exactly done this before." "Eh, it’s pretty boring. Since she’s on foot we’ll probably wind up driving around in circles so we don’t lose her. Simple enough, but not exactly exciting. Movies tend to over-hype these things." Reyes replies, one scarred hand tapping on the steering wheel, chipping nails painted black. "And you don’t think she’ll notice the same car passing her repeatedly?" You ask, a touch incredulous. "Unless she’s real paranoid I doubt it. Most don’t. That and I’m pretty careful with the routing, usually try to keep some cars inbetween us if there’s multiple lanes. Usually drive a less conspicuous car too but, short notice. It’ll have to do." "It will be fine." $vmr Zhang replies. "I have full faith in you. You wouldn’t be my personal driver if I didn’t." //High praise, coming from $vhim.// Reyes grins. "Thanks boss. Better get started then. We’ve got the distance now. Buckle up and hold on if you don’t wanna go flying." <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>That’s all the warning you get before Reyes sharply turns out onto the road and sends you careening into <<if $vcarseat is "vbackmc">>$vmr Zhang<<else>>the door<</if>>. <<if $vcarseat is "vbackmc">>Unable to right yourself in time, you end up bumping into $vhim. Or, part of $vhim at least, $vmr Zhang having reacted fast enough to steady you with one hand before you fully made contact. "Thanks." You say, sitting back up and adjusting your seatbelt—you know, just in case. //That could’ve been bad.// "No need. It’s not //your// fault." $vHe says pointedly, boring holes into the back of Reyes head. "What? I warned you didn’t I? I’ve gotta have //some// fun before the job starts." $vmr Zhang looks at you and slowly shakes $vhis head.<<else>>Unable to right yourself in time, you wind up bumping your head on the door. Wincing, you sit back up and adjust your seatbelt—you know, just in case.<</if>><<else>>That’s all the warning you get before Reyes sharply turns out onto the road and almost sends you careening into <<if $vcarseat is "vbackmc">>$vmr Zhang<<else>>the door<</if>>. Thankfully, you thought to hold onto the grab handle above your door as soon as the words left Reyes’ mouth and just end up swaying to the side instead.<</if>> //Off to a great start.// Despite the rocky beginning, the next few minutes go smoothly. Reyes is a skilled driver, that much is obvious even in such a short span of time, and very professional when focused on the job. Unfortunately for you, that professionalism combined with $vmr Zhang’s entire personality means the car is quick to descend into silence. You could focus on the job, keep your eyes on the target, even if it’s not really needed with two other sets already on her. Or, maybe you could try to strike up a conversation to pass the time while you wait for something to actually happen. *<<link "Talk to Reyes, you’d like to learn more about them." "chap3festhelp2">><<set $chap3sub to "reyes">><</link>> *<<link "Talk to $vmr Zhang, you wouldn’t want to distract Reyes from the job." "chap3festhelp2">><<set $chap3sub to "v">><<set $vrel += 5>><</link>> *<<link "Talk to $vmr Zhang. $vHe might not consider this a date, but damn if you don’t want it to be. $flirt_label" "chap3festhelp2">><<set $chap3sub to "vflirt">><<set $vro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "Just focus on the target. Maybe you’ll spot something they don’t." "chap3festhelp2">><<set $chap3sub to "focus">><</link>> *<<link "The two of them have things covered. You’d prefer just to sit back, relax, and enjoy the silence." "chap3festhelp2">><<set $chap3sub to "quiet">><</link>><</if>>

<<if $festpath is "amara">><<if $chap3sub is "amaraflirt">><<if $musicdate is "amararo">>"So, Amara. Have any interest in doing this again sometime?" You ask coyly. "Which part? The date or testing out my new program? Then again, I guess that could be a date too, if you wanted it to be." "I meant the date. Though, I wouldn’t be against helping you test your projects. So long as there’s no risk of it catching fire anyway." "Hey! That was only once, and it was a //tiny// little fire. Besides, $vmr Zhang got it put out basically instantly. No harm done." She replies, waving her hand dismissively in a motion not dissimilar to swatting at smoke. "Besides getting banned from bringing in any homemade or otherwise altered electronics, you mean?" "Oh, shut up!"Amara says with a barely suppressed laugh. "Now then, getting back on track. I wouldn’t mind goin’ on another date sometime. Just picture it, you, me, a pair of safety goggles, and a suspiciously rigged vacuum." "That’s… oddly specific. But you know what, why not? Could be a good time." Her answering grin is a bright thing, all warmth and sunshine. "Well, if you like //that// then how about—"<<else>>"So, Amara. Have any interest in doing this again sometime?" You ask coyly. "Oh?" She asks with a cocked eyebrow. "And here I thought this was just a friendly outing. But, either way, which did you mean? The date—platonic or otherwise—or testing out my new program? Then again, I guess that could be a date too, if you wanted it to be." "I meant the date. Though, I wouldn’t be against helping you test your projects. So long as there’s no risk of it catching fire anyway." "Hey! That was only once, and it was a //tiny// little fire. Besides, $vmr Zhang got it put out basically instantly. No harm done." She replies, waving her hand dismissively in a motion not dissimilar to swatting at smoke. "Besides getting banned from bringing in any homemade or otherwise altered electronics, you mean?" "Oh, shut up!"Amara says with a barely suppressed laugh. "Now then, getting back on track. I wouldn’t mind goin’ on another date sometime. Just picture it, you, me, a pair of safety goggles, and a suspiciously rigged vacuum." "That’s… oddly specific. But you know what, why not? Could be a good time." Her answering grin is a bright thing, all warmth and sunshine. "Well, if you like //that// then how about—"<</if>> Cutting herself off, Amara’s gaze hones in on her phone. Eyes snapping down to follow, you manage to look just in time to see the woman you were monitoring walk up to the side of a nightclub and slip inside. //Employee entrance.// Or, at least, you assume it must be. //Club Pyre.// The sign above the main door reads in bright red neon lights, script curling elegantly. The building itself looks fairly upscale. New. Modern and sleek in its design with a prominent black and red color scheme. It must be fairly popular too, given the size of the crowd lined up waiting for a chance to get in. The name of the club sounds familiar, you swear you remember hearing it before, an itch you can’t quite scratch. Up until it hits you like a freight train. Pyre. Isn’t that what //he// said that night? After he shot you. When he was talking to his lackey, to the woman you just saw //go inside//. //Seems like you’ve got the lead you needed after all.//<<elseif $chap3sub is "amara">>"So, Amara. If you don’t mind me asking, what do you like to do for fun? I mean, I know you like programming and engineering, but I wasn’t sure if that was more of a work thing or not. Even the program we're using now is meant for the job, isn't it?" You ask. "//Well//, I do also play video games from time to time. Really like plants too. Got several of ‘em around the house. But, yeah, programming and engineering takes up the bulk of my time. I’ve just always loved inventing, tinkering with electronics, taking them apart and attempting to put them back together again—just computers in general really. //God//, when my parents first brought home one’a those old clunky-ass desktops I swore I was in heaven. Good times. So, yeah, not just for work, no." "Yeah, I can tell, you seem really passionate about it." You say with a smile, her excitement as she spoke feeling almost contagious. "Are you working on anything new right now?" "I’m so glad you asked, $fname! Because, as a matter of fact, I am! And I //could// use another person to help test them. If you’re game?" "I wouldn’t be against it. So long as there’s no risk of anything catching fire anyway." "Hey! That was only once, and it was a //tiny// little fire. Besides, $vmr Zhang got it put out basically instantly. No harm done." She replies, waving her hand dismissively in a motion not dissimilar to swatting at smoke. "Besides getting banned from bringing in any homemade or otherwise altered electronics, you mean?" "Oh, shut up!" Amara says with a barely suppressed laugh. "Now then, getting back on track. I //could// use another test subject for some stuff I’ve got cookin’ up. Just picture it, you, me, a pair of safety goggles, and a suspiciously rigged vacuum." "That’s… oddly specific. But you know what, why not? Could be a good time." Her answering grin is a bright thing, all warmth and sunshine. "Well, if you like that then how about—" Cutting herself off, Amara’s gaze hones in on her phone. Eyes snapping down to follow, you manage to look just in time to see the woman you were monitoring walk up to the side of a nightclub and slip inside. //Employee entrance.// Or, at least, you assume it must be. //Club Pyre.// The sign above the main door reads in bright red neon lights, script curling elegantly. The building itself looks fairly upscale. New. Modern and sleek in its design with a prominent black and red color scheme. It must be fairly popular too, given the size of the crowd lined up waiting for a chance to get in. The name of the club sounds familiar, you swear you remember hearing it before, an itch you can’t quite scratch. Up until it hits you like a freight train. Pyre. Isn’t that what //he// said that night? After he shot you. When he was talking to his lackey, to the woman you just saw //go inside//. //Seems like you’ve got the lead you needed after all.//<<elseif $chap3sub is "people">>Giving your eyes a break from the light of the screen, you<<if $cautious gt $reckless>>, subtly,<</if>> let your gaze drift elsewhere. Admittedly, there’s not much to see where you are. Trees and bushes line either side of the path you sit to the side of. Few birds are out at this time, most silent and sleeping. There are some bugs but as bored as you were watching someone walk, you doubt staring at flies is much of an improvement. After a few idle moments, you nearly give up and resign yourself to the eyestrain you’ll get watching the camera feed when a sound grabs your attention. Coming down the path is a man and a woman, a couple, from the looks of it. The pair seem to be in something of an argument, exchanging harsh whispers and narrowed glances. They aren’t speaking loudly enough to hear from where you’re sitting, but, as luck would have it, the two keep walking. Coming ever closer to you. Eventually, the man stops a bit further up the path, dragging a hand over his face, posture drawn tense as a string about to snap. His partner looking not far off herself, arms crossed and mouth set in a thin line. Looks like you’ve got front row seats to a lover’s quarrel. //This should be good.// "You can’t be fucking serious Mark. Again? You’re doing this again? How many times do we have to have this conversation?" The woman says, tone hushed, only loud enough to reach your ears if you concentrate. "Babe, c’mon, don’t be like that. You need to loosen up, it’s a music festival. Everyone here does this stuff. It’s not that big of a deal." "Oh, it’s not a big deal is it?" She replies, venom dripping from her every word. "You don’t even know the guy you bought that crap from! Don’t even know what it is! Just took some random bastard’s word for it, and decided to spend fifty dollars of //my// money on a baggie of god knows what! Could be laced with fucking anything! Could’ve killed you! And you don’t even care do you?" "Jeez, chill out. I already took ‘em a few hours ago and I’m fine now, aren’t I? And like, yeah, I didn’t know the guy, but I know the place he got it from. Club Pyre. They’re legit. And their new stuff’s supposed to be like—ecstasy on steroids or something. Felt like it anyway. Maybe you should try one, might help you feel better." //Club Pyre? Where have you heard that before?// "I’m not trying your random fucking drugs Mark! Go fuck yourself." He raises his hands in a placating gesture. "Okay, okay. I get it. More for me then. But you’re missing out babe. That trip was incredible. And they taste good too, all minty and shit. I don’t know, guy called them freezers. Freezes? Whatever." "Hold up. //Please// do not tell me you dropped fifty dollars on fucking breath mints." "I’m like, seventy percent sure they weren’t just mints. I think. So that’s still a no on the—" "Yes it’s a fucking no! Be glad I’m not dumping your sorry ass. You better get me my money back next paycheck or we’re seriously over Mark. Come on, we’re going home. //Now.//" She says in a tone that brooks no argument before turning heel and leaving without looking back. "I’m coming, I’m coming. Wait up!" He says, rushing after her up the path.<<set $mintyfresh to 1>> //Well, can’t say that was what you expected but at least it was entertaining.// That new drug could be something to look out for as well. You never know when information like that might come in handy. With the couple gone, you decide it might be best to, you know, get back to what you were //supposed// to be doing. Looking back towards the video, you’re just in time to see it as Amara’s gaze hones in sharply on her phone. Eyes snapping down to follow, you see the woman you were meant to be monitoring walk up to the side of a nightclub and slip inside. //Employee entrance.// Or, at least, you assume it must be. //Club Pyre.// The sign above the main door reads in bright red neon lights, script curling elegantly. //Well, that's quiet the coincidence, isn't it? What are the odds? Maybe the woman you're after is one of the dealers?// The building itself looks fairly upscale. New. Modern and sleek in its design with a prominent black and red color scheme. It must be fairly popular too, given the size of the crowd lined up waiting for a chance to get in. You'd swear you remember hearing about the place before today, an itch you can’t quite scratch. Up until it hits you like a freight train. Pyre. Isn’t that what //he// said that night? After he shot you. When he was talking to his lackey, to the woman you just saw //go inside//. //Seems like you’ve got the lead you needed after all.//<<else>>Given the shifting camera angles, you aren’t always able to keep the woman completely in sight—sometimes she’s obscured by other passersby or a passing car—but you do what you can. Paying close attention to the direction she’s headed, what buildings she passes, and any other details that might help you. At first, you see a whole lot of nothing. She walks down the street, camera feed changing from store front to store front as the program tracks her movements. Ignoring some minor background noise, a few people talking a ways away, it’s dead silent as you and Amara focus on the phone before you.<<if $stoic gt $expressive>> //Well, not like you mind a bit of quiet anyway.//<</if>> Rinse, wash, and repeat. Not exactly enthralling, but if it gets you any useful information, it’ll be well worth it. Thankfully, it seems you won’t have to wait long either. Only a handful of minutes ticking by, until, finally, you see it. A change in direction, a crosswalk, and then—vanished into a side entrance tucked neatly on the left side of a building. A nightclub. //Employee entrance.// Avoids the line of clubbers lined up outside and makes it clear she must have formal ties to the place. //Club Pyre.// The sign above the main entrance reads in bright red neon lights, script curling elegantly. The building itself looks fairly upscale. New. Modern and sleek in its design with a prominent black and red color scheme. It must be fairly popular too, given the size of the crowd lined up waiting for a chance to get in. The name of the club sounds familiar, you swear you remember hearing it before, an itch you can’t quite scratch. Up until it hits you like a freight train. Pyre. Isn’t that what //he// said that night? After he shot you. When he was talking to his lackey, to the woman you just saw //go inside//. //Seems like you’ve got the lead you needed after all.//<</if>> "You saw that didn’t you $fname?" Amara asks, excitedly. "And through the side door too! If she's as sketchy as you say, then there must be //something// goin' on over there, right?" "Yeah, I think so. From what I know of her, she’s involved in some dangerous things, //violent// dangerous things. The club could be somewhere she conducts her business, maybe meets clients?" You shake your head. "Not sure, but it should help my investigation. Thanks Amara.<<if $kindness gt $callous>> I really appreciate your help.<</if>>" "Aw, it’s no problem. But, uh, are you plannin’ to scope the place out tonight? ‘Cause if so, I wouldn’t mind accompanying you. It could be fun! Kinda like our usual work but, less cubicles and more alcohol." *<<link "“You know what? Why not? If nothing else, could be a good time.” You say with a smile." "chap3festhelp3">><<set $chap3path to "amarafestpyre">><<set $optimistic to Math.round($optimistic * 1.05)>><<set $pessimistic to 100 - $optimistic>><</link>> *<<link "“Is it a good idea to walk into a place that might be run by criminals? No, but, honestly, fuck it. Let’s go. What’s the worst that could happen?” You say with a careless shrug." "chap3festhelp3">><<set $chap3path to "amarafestpyre">><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><</link>> *<<link "“I’d really appreciate it if you did. But we’ll have to be cautious. I don’t know much about the club itself but… it could be dangerous.” You say gently." "chap3festhelp3">><<set $chap3path to "amarafestpyre">><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><</link>> *<<link "You shake your head. “Not tonight, no. Thanks anyway.”" "chap3festhelpend">><<set $chap3path to "pyrenexttime">><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><</link>> *<<link "“I don’t think that’s a good idea. It could be dangerous. Better to just head home.” You say thoughtfully." "chap3festhelpend">><<set $chap3path to "pyrenexttime">><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><</link>> *<<link "“Nah, I’m not going tonight.” You lie with a grin, fully intending to go. “Not really in the mood for clubbing.”" "chap3festhelpend">><<set $chap3path to "solopyrenow">><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><</link>><<else>><<if $chap3sub is "focus">>From where you’re seated, you aren’t always able to keep the woman in your line of sight, but you do what you can. Paying close attention to the direction she’s headed, if she seems to be going towards any buildings, and any other details that might help you. At first you see a whole lot of nothing. She walks down the street, Reyes carefully drives circles around her when needed. Dead silence reigns as you and your companions focus on the job.<<if $stoic gt $expressive>> //Well, not like you mind a bit of quiet anyway.//<</if>> Rinse, wash, and repeat. Not exactly enthralling work, but if it gets you any useful information, it’ll be well worth it. As the three of you continue your work, time crawls on, passing in a slow haze. Minutes ticking by, until, finally, you see it. A change in direction, a crosswalk, and then—vanished into a side entrance tucked neatly on the left side of a building. A nightclub. //Employee entrance.// Avoids the line of clubbers lined up outside and makes it clear she must have formal ties to the place. //Club Pyre.// The sign above the main entrance reads in bright red neon lights, script curling elegantly. The building itself looks fairly upscale. New. Modern and sleek in its design with a prominent black and red color scheme. It must be fairly popular too, given the size of the crowd lined up waiting for a chance to get in. The name of the club sounds familiar, you swear you remember hearing it before, an itch you can’t quite scratch. Up until it hits you like a freight train. Pyre. Isn’t that what //he// said that night? After he shot you. When he was talking to his lackey, to the woman you just saw //go inside//. //Seems like you’ve got the lead you needed after all.// Reyes, seeing her enter the club as well, is quick to park into an open space a short ways down the road.<<elseif $chap3sub is "quiet">>Leaning back in your seat, you make yourself comfortable—or, as comfortable as stiff leather seats can get anyway—and pass the time staring out the window, at the people and lights blurring together as you move along, forming a sort of white noise, of static. It’s calming in a way you didn’t realize you needed. The blissful silence continuing as your companions focus on the job. Time passes, minute by minute, just like that, until something catches your eye and draws your out of your haze. A nightclub. One you'd swear a red-headed woman just slipped inside. Not through the main doors, but one tucked away, to the left side of the building. //Employee entrance.// Avoids the line of clubbers lined up outside and makes it clear she must have formal ties to the place. //Club Pyre.// The sign above the main entrance reads in bright red neon lights, script curling elegantly. The building itself looks fairly upscale. New. Modern and sleek in its design with a prominent black and red color scheme. It must be fairly popular too, given the size of the crowd lined up waiting for a chance to get in. The name of the club sounds familiar, you swear you remember hearing it before, an itch you can’t quite scratch. Up until it hits you like a freight train. Pyre. Isn’t that what //he// said that night? After he shot you. When he was talking to his lackey, to the woman you just saw //go inside//. //Seems like you’ve got the lead you needed after all.// Reyes, seeing her enter the club as well, is quick to park into an open space a short ways down the road.<<elseif $chap3sub is "reyes">>"So, Reyes, how long have you been working for $vmr Zhang?" You ask, figuring that’s as good a place as any to start a conversation. They hum thoughtfully. "God, it’s been, what? Five, six years now? Yeah, over half a decade easy, right Vic?" "Vic?" You ask, a little too gleefully. $vmr Zhang just lets out a long-suffering sigh and shakes $vhis head. "Please don’t." "All right, all right. I won’t." <<if $vnick is "$vname">>//This time anyway.//<<else>>//Guess they must be pretty close.//<</if>><<set $vic to 1>> "But, seriously, half a decade a good amount of time, how’d you come to work for $vhim anyway?" "Guess you could say I got scouted." Reyes replies with a small chuckle. "Then again, isn’t that how all y’all got your jobs? $vmr Zhang doesn’t exactly advertise the business. Well, not for what it really is anyway." "Huh, I never thought about that before but, yeah, I guess so. Do you just do driving, and, //you know//, these types of jobs, or what? I’m just curious since I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around the office." "Yeah, lots’a driving the boss around and gathering info on people $vhes interested in. I occasionally got other jobs too, but…" They trail off, glancing at $vmr Zhang and then back to you. "Not sure I should talk about it. Either way, I don’t usually go inside the office, you wouldn’t have seen me before. Just hang around the parking garage when needed." "I see. Then, have you ever—" Before you can finish your thought, Reyes raises a hand to cut you off and gestures to the left. "We’ll have to finish this talk later, target’s on the move, ‘bout to enter that building over there from the looks of it." Following their gaze, you see a nightclub, turning just in time to see the red-headed woman slipping inside through a side door. //Employee entrance.// Avoids the line of clubbers lined up outside and makes it clear she must have formal ties to the place. //Club Pyre//. The sign above the main entrance reads in bright red neon lights, script curling elegantly. The building itself looks fairly upscale. New. Modern and sleek in its design with a prominent black and red color scheme. It must be fairly popular too, given the size of the crowd lined up waiting for a chance to get in. The name of the club sounds familiar, you swear you remember hearing it before, an itch you can’t quite scratch. Up until it hits you like a freight train. Pyre. Isn’t that what //he// said that night? After he shot you. When he was talking to his lackey, to the woman you just saw //go inside//. //Seems like you’ve got the lead you needed after all.// Reyes is quick to act, parking in an open space a short ways down the road.<<elseif $chap3sub is "vflirt">>"So, $vnick, you, uh, do this often?" //Nice one $fname. Real smooth.// $vmr Zhang simply raises a brow. "I am an information broker, //$mmr $lname//. While this is not my usual method, different situations call for different approaches. It is not unheard of." "Yeah, not unheard of for //me// to do it. Think this is the first time you’ve been with me boss." Reyes interjects. "They’re exaggerating. I’ve accompanied them on jobs a few times. Just not often. It’s very time consuming. I have many other responsibilities to manage." Reyes snorts. "You’re telling me." $vmr Zhang shakes $vhis head, exasperated, and looks over at you. "That aside, is there something you wished to talk to me about $mmr $lname?" "Honestly? I’d just like to get to know you better. We hardly ever talk outside of work—besides today—and I realized I don’t know much about you." "I see. Then, is there something in particular you’d like to know?" "Hm, let’s see…" You say pretending to think about it, suppressing a grin as you do. "Out of curiosity, are you seeing anyone?" $vHe levels you with a flat look. "No. Not that I believe that’s any of your business. If that’s all—" "Uh, well, in that case how about your hobbies, like, what do you do outside of work?" You say quickly, not wanting to let the conversation drop so quickly. $vHe looks at your skeptically for a moment, before finally answering. "Typically, I read in my free time. I also enjoy cooking and baking but don’t have as much time for it as I’d like." "Given all the reading you do for work it’s honestly surprising you’d want to do it for fun. Also, you cook? Honestly, kind of figured you’d just hire someone to do it for you." "Reading for pleasure is different. I’ll read anything really. Mostly nonfiction, but I do enjoy a good mystery from time to time. As for cooking, I don’t employ a chef, no. I’m perfectly capable of cooking for myself. Also, I’m not that rich, I //do// try to pay you all fairly after all." $vHe says, looking mildly offended. "Fair enough. Just had a certain image of you in my head I guess." $vmr Zhang does pay you all pretty generously. Sure, your apartment might be a shithole, but that’s less due to your finances and more due to the current state of the housing market. "Have you ever—" Before you can finish your thought, Reyes raises a hand to cut you off and gestures to the left. "You’ll have to finish your talk later, target’s on the move, ‘bout to enter that building over there from the looks of it." Following their gaze, you see a nightclub, turning just in time to see the red-headed woman slipping inside through a side door. //Employee entrance.// Avoids the line of clubbers lined up outside and makes it clear she must have formal ties to the place. //Club Pyre.// The sign above the main entrance reads in bright red neon lights, script curling elegantly. The building itself looks fairly upscale. New. Modern and sleek in its design with a prominent black and red color scheme. It must be fairly popular too, given the size of the crowd lined up waiting for a chance to get in. The name of the club sounds familiar, you swear you remember hearing it before, an itch you can’t quite scratch. Up until it hits you like a freight train. Pyre. Isn’t that what //he// said that night? After he shot you. When he was talking to his lackey, to the woman you just saw //go inside//. //Seems like you’ve got the lead you needed after all.// Reyes is quick to act, parking in an open space a short ways down the road.<<else>>"So, $vnick, do you go on jobs like this often? I don't remember you mentioning it before." "I am an information broker, $mmr $lname. While this is not my usual method, different situations call for different approaches. It is not unheard of." "Yeah, not unheard of for //me// to do it. Think this is the first time you’ve been with me boss." Reyes interjects. "They’re exaggerating. I’ve accompanied them on jobs a few times. Just not often. It’s very time consuming. I have many other responsibilities to manage." Reyes snorts. "You’re telling me." $vmr Zhang shakes $vhis head, exasperated, and looks over at you. "That aside, is there something you wished to talk to me about $mmr $lname?" "Honestly? I’d just like to get to know you better. We hardly ever talk outside of work—besides today—and I realized I don’t know much about you." "I see. Then, is there something in particular you’d like to know?" "Hm, you know. I didn’t think I’d get this far. How about your hobbies, like, what do you do outside of work?" //That seems like a good place to start, right?// "Typically, I read in my free time. I also enjoy cooking and baking but don’t have as much time for it as I’d like." "Given all the reading you do for work it’s honestly surprising you’d want to do it for fun. Also, you cook? Honestly, kind of figured you’d just hire someone to do it for you." "Reading for pleasure is different. I’ll read anything really. Mostly nonfiction, but I do enjoy a good mystery from time to time. As for cooking, I don’t employ a chef, no. I’m perfectly capable of cooking for myself. Also, I’m not that rich, I //do// try to pay you all fairly after all." $vHe says, looking mildly offended. "Fair enough. Just had a certain image of you in my head I guess." $vmr Zhang does pay you all pretty generously. Sure, your apartment might be a shithole, but that’s less due to your finances and more due to the current state of the housing market. "Have you ever—" Before you can finish your thought, Reyes raises a hand to cut you off and gestures to the left. "You’ll have to finish your talk later, target’s on the move, ‘bout to enter that building over there from the looks of it." Following their gaze, you see a nightclub, turning just in time to see the red-headed woman slipping inside through a side door. //Employee entrance.// Avoids the line of clubbers lined up outside and makes it clear she must have formal ties to the place. //Club Pyre.// The sign above the main entrance reads in bright red neon lights, script curling elegantly. The building itself looks fairly upscale. New. Modern and sleek in its design with a prominent black and red color scheme. It must be fairly popular too, given the size of the crowd lined up waiting for a chance to get in. The name of the club sounds familiar, you swear you remember hearing it before, an itch you can’t quite scratch. Up until it hits you like a freight train. Pyre. Isn’t that what //he// said that night? After he shot you. When he was talking to his lackey, to the woman you just saw //go inside//. //Seems like you’ve got the lead you needed after all.// Reyes is quick to act, parking in an open space a short ways down the road.<</if>> "Club Pyre…" $vmr Zhang mutters. "Not a good sign. If she’s associated with who I think she is—no, she //must// be, her tattoo makes that clear now." "Shit, you think it’s //them//, Vic? Good thing she didn’t notice us followin’ her then. Could’a gone south real fast." Reyes replies with a grimace. "Uh, what are you two talking about exactly? Could you //please// explain what’s going on here?" Both of them share a look, holding a silent conversation before $vmr Zhang nods. "If my hunch is correct… I believe the woman we were following might be involved with a certain organization. I’ve sometimes heard them referred to as //“The Black Rose”,// for the black stemmed rose tattoos they all have. They partake in a variety of illegal activities. Peddling drugs, carrying out hits, acting as hired muscle, and more. I will admit I don’t have as much information on them as I’d like. Stealing and selling corporate secrets is one things, getting involved with killers is another. I’d rather take my chances with the former." "Fuck… that’s, yeah, that’s not good. And you think the woman from before is one of them?" //Her tattoo that you couldn’t quite see, her association with your killer, it all seems to line up.// "It’s likely. Club Pyre is, from what I know, connected to several members of The Black Rose. I only know a handful of them by name, and only because they have come up in some of the information we’ve garnered from certain businesses in the past. Other than those few instances, I have little to nothing, and I’d like to keep it that way. As for you, $mmr $lname, I don’t know how you came to know that woman, but I’d //highly// recommend staying away from her and Club Pyre in the future."<<set $blackrose to 1>> *<<link "“I will.” You agree promptly, fully intending to check out Club Pyre on your own tomorrow. “Thanks for helping anyway.”" "chap3festhelpend">><<set $chap3path to "pyrenexttime">><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><</link>> *<<link "“Well, shit fucking crap. That //sucks.//” You say with an exaggerated sigh, slumping in your seat. “Think I could use a drink right about now. Mind dropping me off down the road?”//I’ll just have to scope the place out on my own.//" "chap3festhelpend">><<set $chap3path to "solopyrenow">><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><</link>> *<<link "“This is bad. Very bad. Somehow worse than I already thought. I don’t know what—fuck.” You cut yourself off, head in hands, thoughts racing in time with your heart. //You’re screwed.//" "chap3festhelpcon">><<set $chap3path to "vworriedfest">><<set $vconcern += 1>><<set $pessimistic to Math.round($pessimistic * 1.05)>><<set $optimistic to 100 - $pessimistic>><</link>> *<<link "“I get where you’re coming from, but I think gaining more information on them would be a good idea. Even if only to better avoid them. Know thy enemy and all that, right?” You say, casually." "chap3festhelp3">><<set $chap3path to "vreyespyre">><<set $optimistic to Math.round($optimistic * 1.05)>><<set $pessimistic to 100 - $optimistic>><</link>> *<<link "“Honestly, I think we should go in anyway. Scope the place out. Gather some intel. It’s not like they know who we are, right? Should be fine.” You reply, despite the fact they may very well know who //you// are. //Not like you’re likely to run into ''him'', right?//" "chap3festhelp3">><<set $chap3path to "vreyespyre">><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><</link>><</if>>

<<if $festpath is "amara">>"Seriously? Awesome! Let’s go, I’ll call us a cab. Follow me." She says, excitedly dragging you out of the park and towards the sidewalk. The act of hailing a cab is a blessedly quick one—several are already lingering near the park’s exit, probably hoping to pick up drunk festival-goers in need of a ride. As the two of you make yourselves comfortable in the back, Amara telling the driver your destination, you can’t help but let your thoughts wander. The woman, the club, and the depths of what you’re diving down into, yet unseen. You can’t help but feel this all goes far beyond a single assassination. There’s something you’re missing. You just need too… //No point overthinking things. Not when you hardly know a thing.// For now, you enjoy the quiet conversation. The light, radiant laugh as Amara tells you about an old experiment gone wrong. The club creeping closer and closer by the second. And your nerves rising with it. //Okay, now you’re definitely overthinking this. How wrong could things possibly go? You’re just headed to a club, eavesdropping on some conversations, and possibly sneaking into some employee only rooms. Just don’t draw attention to yourself from the wrong people and you’ll be fine.// <<set $pyrewith to "amarafest">><<set $sadieishere to 1>><span class="next"><<button "//Right?//" "chap3pyre">><</button>></span><<else>>$vmr Zhang and Reyes pause, turning to look at you, both sitting at varying degrees of incredulous. $vmr Zhang with $vhis eyebrows drawn together and a pinched set to $vhis mouth, while Reyes’ is openly, if briefly, slack-jawed. "You want to go, in there. After everything Vic just said. You want to go inside." Reyes blinks at you a few times, eyes darting over your face intently before shrugging. "Y'know what? Screw it. I’m game. Could be entertaining if nothing else." The expression $vmr Zhang shoots Reyes is downright //glacial.// "You both want to go to Club Pyre. To mingle with a den of assassins, in the scant hope we might garner something of use. And do what with it? Sell it off? Blackmail? Send it to the FBI? You are both being ridiculous. //Please// think this through." "Calm down worrywart, no one’s sayin’ any of that. Think of it this way, we got basically nothing on their members right? Got what, five names? Four? By goin' in, we lose nothing—they don’t even know who we are. Us on the other hand, we might get a few more names, faces, learn who to avoid pissing off. Or just get shit-faced. Either way I’d call it a win." "Yeah," you say, "and with the business we run, I mean, you said it yourself. Some of the companies we’ve infiltrated, they’ve had ties to illegal organizations //including// The Black Rose, right? We’ve only learned of those situations after the fact, from files we dug up, but what happens if we go on a job and they’re //actively// involved? I can see that going wrong fast." $vmr Zhang looks between the two of you, eyes sharp, before finally looking away with a sigh. Tense shoulders dropping minutely. "Fine. I can see your point." You and Reyes share a conspiratorial smile. //Score!// "//But,// we are leaving //immediately// at my discretion. Any whisper of danger and we are out. Am I clear?" "Yes $vmr Zhang." You both reply in droll unison. "Good. Follow me. And //please// act natural." $vhe says, eyes narrowed in on Reyes in particular who has the sense to look abashed. "We are just ordinary club-goers and nothing more. We do not want to stand out." //Bold words coming from $vmr I-wouldn’t-know-casual-if-it-slapped-me-in-the-face.// "That was one time!" Reyes defends. "I learned my lesson. No need to beat a dead horse." "It was more than once. You haven’t learned a thing. And you’re just trying to look cool in front of $mmr $lname. This way, keep up. There’s already quite the line outside, let’s not prolong this." You stifle a laugh as you and Reyes trail behind $vhim. Reyes looking anywhere but the two of you, grumbling under their breath something to the effect of //"petty bastard"// and //"never hear the end of it".// //Seems like this is going to go well.// Or wind up to hell in a handbasket. //If nothing else, at least it’ll be interesting.// <<set $pyrewith to "vreyes">><<set $sadieishere to 1>><span class="next"><<button "//Time to go clubbing.//" "chap3pyre">><</button>></span><</if>>

<<if $festpath is "amara">><<if $chap3path is "pyrenexttime">>"So no spy hijinks? Darn, maybe next time." She says with a put upon sigh. "Nah, but seriously? Feel free to call me if you ever wanna get into anything like this again. I had a good time, despite the fact we were just watching a lady walk for god knows how long." "It could’ve been worse, we could have been watching paint dry. But, yeah, I’ll let you know." "Sounds good! You plannin’ on calling a cab? I was gonna get one myself so we could just go together. I’ll even pay. Just this once." She adds the last bit with a playful grin. "Well, if you insist." You reply with a smile of your own. "Let’s go." The act of hailing a cab is a blessedly quick one—several are already lingering near the park’s exit, probably hoping to pick up drunk festival-goers in need of a ride. As the two of you make yourselves comfortable in the back, Amara nudging you to tell the driver your address, you can’t help but let your thoughts wander. The woman, the club, and the depths of what you’re diving down into, yet unseen. You can’t help but feel this all goes far beyond a single assassination. There’s something you’re missing. You just need too… //No point overthinking things. Not when you hardly know a thing.// For now, you enjoy the quiet conversation. The light, radiant laugh as Amara tells you about an old experiment gone wrong. The club long since faded into the horizon, and with it, your fear of what’s to come. It’ll come back in full force tomorrow, you’re sure of it. But you allow yourself to forget about that in the moment, indulge in a life that feels so much simpler than you know it to be. The few minutes it takes to reach your apartment complex pass in a blink of an eye, and just like that you’ve got one foot out the door, turning to say goodbye. Before the words can cross your lips, Amara beats you to it. "Goodnight, $fname! Thanks for inviting me today. We should hang out more often." <<if $musicdate is "amararo">>And then, as if on impulse, she leans out of the car, tugs you down, and plants a soft kiss on your cheek.<</if>> <<if $musicdate is "amararo">>A bright heat overtakes your face, searing where her lips pressed against your skin. You find yourself grinning like an idiot, stock still for a minute, before you realize the cab driver is still impatiently waiting for you two to get a move on. "Yeah, goodnight Amara. I’ll see you soon." You manage to say softly before leaving.<<else>>"Yeah, goodnight Amara. I’ll see you soon." You say as you leave.<</if>> Heading up to your apartment, you quickly find yourself laid out on your couch. //What a day. Fuck.// Arm draped over your eyes, you let out a long sigh. You doubt you’re sleeping well tonight. //Okay, now you’re definitely overthinking this. How bad could tomorrow be? You’re just going to a club, eavesdropping on some conversations, and possibly sneaking into some employee only rooms. Just don’t draw attention to yourself from the wrong people and you’ll be fine.// <span class="next"><<button "//Right?//" "chap3open">><</button>></span><<elseif $chap3path is "solopyrenow">>"So no spy hijinks? Darn, maybe next time." She says with a put upon sigh. "Nah, but seriously? Feel free to call me if you ever wanna get into anything like this again. I had a good time, despite the fact we were just watching a lady walk for god knows how long." "It could’ve been worse, we could have been watching paint dry. But, yeah, I’ll let you know." "Sounds good! You plannin’ on calling a cab? I was gonna get one myself so we could just go together. I’ll even pay. Just this once." She adds the last bit with a playful grin. "Ah, actually, I was just going to walk. I don’t live too far from here so…" "Suit yourself. We can both head out together at least. You just gonna walk from the same place we entered? Yeah? I figured as much. Let’s go." The two of you spend the short walk talking about this and that. Nothing serious, and as much as you might try your thoughts can’t help but wander. The woman, the club, and the depths of what you’re diving down into, yet unseen. You can’t help but feel this all goes far beyond a single assassination. There’s something you’re missing. You just need too… //No point overthinking things. Not when you hardly know a thing.// For now, you enjoy the quiet conversation. The light, radiant laugh as Amara tells you about an old experiment gone wrong. The club coming closer with each step. The few minutes it takes to reach the park’s exit pass in a blink of an eye, and just like that, you find yourself turning to say goodbye. Before the words can cross your lips, Amara beats you to it. "Goodnight, $fname! Thanks for inviting me today. We should hang out more often." <<if $musicdate is "amararo">>And then, as if on impulse, she leans over and plants a soft kiss on your cheek.<</if>> <<if $musicdate is "amararo">>A bright heat overtakes your face, searing where her lips pressed against your skin. You find yourself grinning like an idiot, stock still for a minute, before you realize you’re standing in the middle of the sidewalk. "Yeah, goodnight Amara. I’ll see you soon." You manage to say softly before leaving.<<else>>"Yeah, goodnight Amara. I’ll see you soon." You say as you leave.<</if>> You head down the down the street, mimicking the same path you watched the woman take before. You aren’t even at the damn place yet but you can already feel your nerves gradually rising. //Okay, now you’re definitely overthinking this. How wrong could things possibly go? You’re just headed to a club, eavesdropping on some conversations, and possibly sneaking into some employee only rooms. Just don’t draw attention to yourself from the wrong people and you’ll be fine.// <<set $pyrewith to "solo">><<set $sadieishere to 1>><span class="next"><<button "//Right?//" "chap3pyre">><</button>></span><</if>><<else>><<if $chap3path is "pyrenexttime">>$vmr Zhang nods. "A wise choice. Where can we drop you off?" You rattle off your address, Reyes pulls out of the parking spot, and, with that, the hectic whirlwind of your day finally winds down. The three of you—okay, //two,// $vmr Zhang stays silent, //probably spoke more the last few minutes than $vhe has in the last six months//—spend the short ride talking about this and that. Small talk. Nothing serious, neither of you daring to breach the subject of The Black Rose, Club Pyre, the woman any more than you already have. It all feels too heavy to bring up again now. You feel oddly calm, despite what you’ve learned. The depths of the danger you now know you’re in, so far beyond what little you dared imagine. A moment of stillness before the wave comes crashing down on you. //It won’t last.// But for now, you enjoy the quiet conversation. The loud, buoyant sound of Reyes’ laugh as they tell you about an old job. The club long since faded into the horizon, and with it, your fear of what’s to come. It’ll come back in full force tomorrow, you’re sure of it. Your plans for the day, how you’re going to go about this, already puzzling it over in the back of your head, slotting the new pieces into place. It seems you unlikely you’ll just have to avoid just //one// hitman if it’s his organization that wants you gone. Or, if whoever hired them is powerful enough. //Something to think about.// The few minutes it takes to reach your apartment complex pass in a blink of an eye, and just like that you’ve got one foot out the door, turning to say goodbye. Before the words can cross your lips, $vmr Zhang beats you to it. "Have a good night, <<if $vrel gte 30>>$fname.<<else>>$mmr $lname.<</if>> Take care." "You too. Bye Reyes, it was nice meeting you." You add, waving to the driver. "Yeah, same here. Night $fname!" "Oh, and, one more thing before you go." $vmr Zhang calls, stopping you after a single step. "If you //do// find yourself, //unwittingly,// involved any further with the people we discussed earlier. Be cautious, and please contact me if you need any assistance." "I'll keep that in mind, thanks." Heading up to your apartment, you quickly find yourself laid out on your couch. //What a day. Fuck.// Arm draped over your eyes, you let out a long sigh. You doubt you’re sleeping well tonight. //You’re probably overthinking this. How bad could tomorrow be? You’re just going to a club, eavesdropping on some conversations, and possibly sneaking into some employee only rooms. Just don’t draw attention to yourself from the wrong people and you’ll be fine.// <span class="next"><<button "//Right?//" "chap3open">><</button>></span><<elseif $chap3path is "solopyrenow">>$vmr Zhang nods. "If that’s what you want. Where can we drop you off?" You rattle off the name of a club you saw just down the street from your //real// destination, Reyes pulls out of the parking spot, and, with that, you’re off. The three of you—okay, //two,// $vmr Zhang stays silent, //probably spoke more the last few minutes than $vhe has in the last six months//—spend the short ride talking about this and that. Small talk. Nothing serious, neither of you daring to breach the subject of The Black Rose, Club Pyre, the woman any more than you already have. It all feels too heavy to bring up again with them now. You feel oddly calm, despite what you’ve learned. What you’re about to do. The depths of the danger you now know you’re in, so far beyond what little you dared imagine. A moment of stillness before the wave comes crashing down on you. //It won’t last.// But for now, you enjoy the quiet conversation. The loud, buoyant sound of Reyes’ laugh as they tell you about an old job. Club Pyre growing ever closer. It’ll come back in full force later, you’re sure of it. Your plans for tonight, how you’re going to go about this, already puzzling it over in the back of your head, slotting the new pieces into place. It seems you unlikely you’ll just have to avoid just //one// hitman if it’s his organization that wants you gone. Or, if whoever hired them is powerful enough. //Something to think about.// The few minutes it takes to reach the other club pass in a blink of an eye, and just like that you’ve got one foot out the door, turning to say goodbye. Before the words can cross your lips, $vmr Zhang beats you to it. "Have a good night, $mmr $lname. Take care." "You too. Bye Reyes, it was nice meeting you." You add, waving to the driver. "Yeah, same here. Night $fname!" "Oh, and, one more thing before you go." $vmr Zhang calls, stopping you after a single step. "If you //do// find yourself, //unwittingly,// involved any further with the people we discussed earlier. Be cautious, and please contact me if you need any assistance." "I'll keep that in mind, thanks." Pretending to head over to the short line in front of the place, you wait a few minutes for their car to fade away, into the horizon, before starting down the street. You aren’t even at the damn club yet but you can already feel your nerves gradually rising. //You’re probably overthinking this. How wrong could things possibly go? You’re just headed to a club, eavesdropping on some conversations, and possibly sneaking into some employee only rooms. Just don’t draw attention to yourself from the wrong people and you’ll be fine.// <<set $pyrewith to "solo">><<set $sadieishere to 1>><span class="next"><<button "//Right?//" "chap3pyre">><</button>></span><</if>><</if>>

"Are you all right? I understand if this is a lot to take in. Did you… know that woman personally?" $vmr Zhang asks softly, <<if $vcarseat is "vbackmc">>gently resting a hand on your shoulder.<<else>>leaning around in his seat to look at you.<</if>> "No. I mean, not really. We’ve only met once. Doubt she’d even remember it." You add with a mirthless laugh. "I just… it’s complicated. Sorry." "No need. Would you like us to take you home? It would be no trouble." *<<link "“Yeah, that sounds good. Thanks.” You reply, suddenly feeling horribly tired." "chap3festhelpend">><<set $chap3path to "pyrenexttime">><</link>> *<<link "“Actually…” You begin, worrying your lip between your teeth. “Maybe we should check the place out? I know it’s risky, but, I think learning more might be beneficial in the long run. You know, just in case.”" "chap3festhelp3">><<set $chap3path to "vreyespyre">><</link>> *<<link "“Thanks, but could you drop me off somewhere else instead?” You ask, fully intending to head to Club Pyre anyway. “Think I could use a drink after all this, you know?”" "chap3festhelpend">><<set $chap3path to "solopyrenow">><</link>>

<<if $pyrewith is "sadie">>August smiles charmingly—perfect, practiced—eyes guileless and not betraying a thing. "Likewise." He says, reaching over to shake your hand, firmly and lingering just a second too long. "I have a feeling the two of us will get along swimmingly." "Alright, alright. Introductions are over. Call the bartender, let’s get those drinks already." Sadie says, rolling her eyes. August just laughs in response, probably used to her antics given their association, and raises one hand to do just that, waving the woman over. "Another martini August?" The bartender asks, setting aside the cloth she was cleaning with and walking over to your group. "Sure. Why not? And let me guess, my dear Sadie will have a glass of that piss you call beer. Did I get that right?" "Oh fuck off!" Sadie says, swatting him on the arm. "But, yeah. Whatever’s good you got on tap would be great. Thanks." She nods and turns to you, a polite smile on her lips. "And for you?" *<<link "You just order your favorite cocktail, best stick to the familiar." "chap3pyre2">><<set $mcdrink to "cocktail">><<set $sober to 0>><</link>> *<<link "A beer sounds pretty good actually, you’ll have what she’s having." "chap3pyre2">><<set $mcdrink to "beer">><<set $sober to 0>><</link>> *<<link "You ask for vodka. No, not a shot. A glass. //Please.//" "chap3pyre2">><<set $mcdrink to "vodka">><<set $sober to 0>><</link>> *<<link "Just water, you’d rather be sober for this." "chap3pyre2">><<set $mcdrink to "water">><</link>> *<<link "Just water, you don’t drink." "chap3pyre2">><<set $mcdrink to "water">><<set $sober to 1>><</link>><<elseif $pyrewith is "amarafest">><<if $chap3sub is "amarasolo">>"Okay. Meet back here in thirty?" You nod. "That works for me. See you then Amara." "See you! Come find me if you get anything good before then!" She calls with a wave, already turning to rush off. You wait until she’s out of view before leaving the booth, <<if $cautious gte $reckless>>then, steeling yourself, you stand up and march over to where //they’re// seated at the bar. You have to will the tension out of your shoulders as you walk. //Stay calm, you can do this.//<<else>>then, standing up, you saunter over to where //they’re// seated at the bar. Confidence is key here. //Why worry about hypotheticals? You’ve got this.//<</if>> "Excuse me? Is this seat taken?" You ask as you approach, gesturing to the one beside the red-haired woman. Both sets of eyes turn to look at you as you speak, one vaguely annoyed and the other wearing a charming smile. "Oh? I suppose the bar //is// rather crowded today." <<if $knowaugust is 1>>August says, voice all low dulcet tones.<<else>>//He// says, voice all low dulcet tones.<</if>> "Well, we do have the space. If you don’t mind Sadie?" The woman, //Sadie//, sizes you up, gaze narrowed for a moment before her expression clears. "I guess that’s fine. Sit wherever. Not like you need our permission."<<set $knowsadie to 1>> You nod, settling down on the stool next to her. "Thanks. It’s actually my first time here. Anything you’d recommend?" "Pretty much everything is good." <<if $knowaugust is 1>>August<<else>>He<</if>> replies, Sadie seeming uninterested in carrying on the conversation. "So, it depends on what you like. Personally, I go for a dirty martini. But if you’d prefer something //sweeter,// I can think of a thing or two." Sadie scoffs and rolls her eyes. "If you’re gonna flirt with ‘em, the least you could do is ask for $mhis name. Don’t be a dick August." "My mistake." He allows with a playful grin. "I’m August, as my //lovely// friend here has already said. And you are?" He meets your eyes for the first time in your conversation, pale green shining in the low lighting, waiting for a response. <<if $knowaugust isnot 1>>//August, so that’s his name. Good to know.// <<if $callous gt $kindness>>//You can use that.//<<set $knowaugust to 1>><</if>><</if>> *<<link "“My name’s $fname. Nice to meet you.” You say with a grin, trying to play it cool." "chap3pyre2">><<set $yourname to "$fname">><</link>> *<<link "“I’m $fname $lname. It’s good to meet you.” You say with a smile, making direct eye contact with August as you do so, trying to gauge his reaction." "chap3pyre2">><<set $yourname to "$fname">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $blackrosesus += 5>><</link>> <<if $fname is "Sam" or $fname is "Samantha">>*<<link "“Nice to meet you, I’m Kris.” You lie, pulling a random name out of your ass." "chap3pyre2">><<set $yourname to "Kris">><</link>><<else>>*<<link "“Nice to meet you, I’m Sam.” You lie, pulling a random name out of your ass." "chap3pyre2">><<set $yourname to "Sam">><</link>><</if>><<else>>"Awesome, let’s go!" She says cheerfully. "I was thinkin’ we should start in the back, over’a there, and then make a circuit ‘round the place. Look near entrances and exits. The usual spots cams are placed." "Not unlike our usual work then, huh?" You comment with a nod. "All right, lead the way." Crossing through the dance floor, the two of you make your way over to the far right corner of the club. There’s a handful people milling about there, given the nearby restroom. Coming and going, but few loitering. The corner is awash in the bright red light of the nearby emergency exit sign, reflecting off the dark tiled floor. The closer you get, the more you feel a shift in the surface, a sticky unpleasant quality that clings to the soles of your shoes. //Best not think too hard on that one.// The stench of bleach and vomit permeating the air. "Looks to be two cameras over here," Amara leans in to whisper, "one positioned by the exit and another facing out towards the room from the corner. Doubt there’s any in the bathroom, that’d be… yeah, no. Let me note the angles and we can move on." As Amara makes her way around the camera, taking care not to make her interest too obvious, you wind up waiting against the wall, trying to seem casual. Just another person waiting for their friend outside the restroom. You //are// being filmed after all. It won’t due to raise suspicions. She walks over to the women’s room, waits a few moments, and then after she’s finished her observations, and taken a few subtle photos, she comes back over to where you stand. "Got it. We can go check out the next ones now." Amara says as she reaches you, shoving her phone back into her purse. It doesn’t take long, mere minutes, to circle the perimeter. Repeating the process of locating each camera. //Well, the visible ones anyway.// Checking the positions and angles. Looking for blind spots. The only real oddity, was the lack of a camera in the back left corner, by, what you and Amara have assumed to be, stairs leading up to a VIP section, given the bouncer and red rope gating it off. There were two cameras on the walls //around// the staircase, but both seemed to be placed in a way to deliberately leave it out of frame.<<set $vipaccess to "known">> "Well, that was easy. Wanna head back to the booth and look over what we got? Though, I have a feeling I already know what conclusions we’re gonna come to." Before you can answer, you spot a figure coming closer from the corner of your eye. A woman, dressed in all black, an earpiece jutting out on one side. A bouncer? Not the same one from the stairs. Amara’s temporary confusion at your distraction turns to understanding as her eye flick to where the woman is. Walking ever closer. Eyes seeming to land on //you.// //Shit.// "For us?" Amara asks, hand over her mouth. //No lipreading that way. Smart.// *<<link "“Not sure.” You respond, taking care to cover your mouth as she had. “Just, be ready to make a break for it if we need to.”" "chap3pyre2">><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><</link>> *<<link "“Maybe.” You say, eyes narrowing, scrutinizing. “Hard to say. Wait and see?”" "chap3pyre2">><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><</link>> *<<link "“Probably. Maybe.” You reply, a cold sweat creeping down your spine. “I don’t know. Should we…?”" "chap3pyre2">><<set $pessimistic to Math.round($pessimistic * 1.05)>><<set $optimistic to 100 - $pessimistic>><</link>> *<<link "“Oh, yeah. Sure looks like it.” You say with a shrug. “It’ll probably be fine. We haven’t actually done anything wrong.”" "chap3pyre2">><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><</link>> *<<link "“Maybe not?” You say, thoughtful. “Could be someone behind us, right? Or…”" "chap3pyre2">><<set $optimistic to Math.round($optimistic * 1.05)>><<set $pessimistic to 100 - $optimistic>><</link>><</if>><<elseif $pyrewith is "vreyes">><<if $chap3sub is "vreyessolo">>"I suppose that should be fine. Meet back with us here in thirty." "Will do. See you then." $vmr Zhang nods. "Call me if anything happens. Be careful.<<if $reckless gt $cautious>> //For once//.<</if>>" "See’ya! Don’t get yourself stabbed." Reyes adds with a jaunty wave and grin, already turning to leave and dragging $vmr Zhang with them. You wait until both are out of view before leaving the booth, <<if $cautious gte $reckless>>then, steeling yourself, you stand up and march over to where //they’re// seated at the bar. You have to will the tension out of your shoulders as you walk. //Stay calm, you can do this.//<<else>>then, standing up, you saunter over to where //they’re// seated at the bar. Confidence is key here. //Why worry about hypotheticals? You’ve got this.//<</if>> "Excuse me? Is this seat taken?" You ask as you approach, gesturing to the one beside the red-haired woman. Both sets of eyes turn to look at you as you speak, one vaguely annoyed and the other wearing a charming smile. "Oh? I suppose the bar //is// rather crowded today." <<if $knowaugust is 1>>August says, voice all low dulcet tones.<<else>>//He// says, voice all low dulcet tones.<</if>> "Well, we do have the space. If you don’t mind Sadie?" The woman, //Sadie//, sizes you up, gaze narrowed for a moment before her expression clears. "I guess that’s fine. Sit wherever. Not like you need our permission."<<set $knowsadie to 1>> You nod, settling down on the stool next to her. "Thanks. It’s actually my first time here. Anything you’d recommend?" "Pretty much everything is good." <<if $knowaugust is 1>>August<<else>>He<</if>> replies, Sadie seeming uninterested in carrying on the conversation. "So, it depends on what you like. Personally, I go for a dirty martini. But if you’d prefer something //sweeter,// I can think of a thing or two." Sadie scoffs and rolls her eyes. "If you’re gonna flirt with ‘em, the least you could do is ask for $mhis name. Don’t be a dick August." "My mistake." He allows with a playful grin. "I’m August, as my //lovely// friend here has already said. And you are?" He meets your eyes for the first time in your conversation, pale green shining in the low lighting, waiting for a response. <<if $knowaugust isnot 1>>//August, so that’s his name. Good to know.// <<if $callous gt $kindness>>//You can use that.//<<set $knowaugust to 1>><</if>><</if>> As for you, $vmr Zhang warned against it but maybe you could… *<<link "“My name’s $fname. Nice to meet you.” You say with a grin, trying to play it cool." "chap3pyre2">><<set $yourname to "$fname">><</link>> *<<link "“I’m $fname $lname. It’s good to meet you.” You say with a smile, making direct eye contact with August as you do so, trying to gauge his reaction." "chap3pyre2">><<set $yourname to "$fname">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $blackrosesus += 5>><</link>> <<if $fname is "Sam" or $fname is "Samantha">>*<<link "“Nice to meet you, I’m Kris.” You lie, pulling a random name out of your ass. //Yeah, no. Not risking that.//" "chap3pyre2">><<set $yourname to "Kris">><</link>><<else>>*<<link "“Nice to meet you, I’m Sam.” You lie, pulling a random name out of your ass. //Yeah, no. Not risking that.//" "chap3pyre2">><<set $yourname to "Sam">><</link>><</if>><<else>>$vmr Zhang nods. "Then, we should start with checking the perimeter of the club. Note the layout, see where any employee only spaces are. Locating //where// they conduct their business would be the most beneficial in the long run." "So, not entirely unlike our usual work then?" You comment. "All right, lead the way." Crossing through the dance floor, the three of you make your way over to the far right corner of the club. There’s a handful people milling about there, given the nearby restroom. Coming and going, but few loitering. The corner is awash in the bright red light of the nearby emergency exit sign, reflecting off the dark tiled floor. The closer you get, the more you feel a shift in the surface, a sticky unpleasant quality that clings to the soles of your shoes. //Best not think too hard on that one.// The stench of bleach and vomit permeating the air. "Ugh, for such a fancy ass lookin’ place, they don’t clean up much do they? Gross." Reyes comments, looking down at their boots with a grimace. "We won’t be here long," $vmr Zhang says, face neutral save for $vhis pinched brow. "Let me check the emergency exit for a moment. The employee entrance should be just down the alley." "Is it okay for us to walk out there? It won’t lock behind us or anything?" $vmr Zhang simply looks at you before gesturing to the door itself just in time for a couple of people reeking of smoke to reenter the building. //Oh.// "Point taken." You say as Reyes moves to grab the door, holding it open for you. <<if $kindness gte $callous>>"Thanks."<</if>> Outside, $vmr Zhang leads you down further, past a couple of dumpsters and all the trash that ensues. You wind up having to hold your nose, the air filled with the scent of vomit, cigarettes, alcohol and… is that a puddle of piss you see? //Lovely.// Coming to a stop halfway down, you spot another door. Reyes walks and tests the handle. A click. The handle barely jiggling. //Locked.// "Well, least we know where it is. Could be a good to come back and—" Reyes cuts themself off as the door swings open. A woman dressed in all black, earpiece jutting out on one side, steps out right in front of you. //A bouncer. Shit.// She looks surprised at your presence for a fraction of a second before a cool veneer overcomes her. You and your companions share a sidelong look, //one// of you needs to speak up. //And fast.// *<<link "You decide to let the others take this one, not confident enough that you won’t stumble over your own lie." "chap3pyre2">><<set $chap3subsub to "reyesbouncer">><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><</link>> *<<link "You just stand there, blank faced. //Yeah, no. They can handle this one.//" "chap3pyre2">><<set $chap3subsub to "reyesbouncer">><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><</link>> *<<link "A cold sweat creeps down your spine, tongue heavy in your mouth. You fix your eyes on the ground. //You’re ''so'' screwed.//" "chap3pyre2">><<set $chap3subsub to "reyesbouncer">><<set $pessimistic to Math.round($pessimistic * 1.05)>><<set $optimistic to 100 - $pessimistic>><</link>> *<<link "You meet her head on, a loose grin pulling at your lips. “Out for a smoke too? Need a lighter?”" "chap3pyre2">><<set $chap3subsub to "mcbouncer">><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><</link>> *<<link "//Plenty of people come outside, clearly. Use that, and it should be fine.// “Hi there. Out for a smoke break too?”" "chap3pyre2">><<set $chap3subsub to "mcbouncer">><<set $optimistic to Math.round($optimistic * 1.05)>><<set $pessimistic to 100 - $optimistic>><</link>><</if>><<elseif $pyrewith is "solo" and $sadieishere is 1>><<if $chap3sub is "augustsadie">><<if $chap3path is "sadiesusleave" or $chap3path is "sadierunaway" or $chap3path is "sadieleave">><<if $cautious gte $reckless>>Steeling yourself, you stand up and march over to their corner of the bar. You have to will the tension out of your shoulders as you walk. //Stay calm, you can do this.//<<else>>Standing up, you saunter over to their corner of the bar. Confidence is key here. //Why worry about hypotheticals? You’ve got this.//<</if>> "Excuse me? Is this seat taken?" You ask, gesturing to the one besides Sadie. "Oh, shit. Hey!" <<if $knowsadie is 1>>Sadie<<else>>She<</if>> says, spinning around to face you. "Decided to take me up on that offer after all? Cool, sit wherever. I was just ‘bout to order myself." You nod, settling down next to her. "Thanks. Yeah, I thought about it and felt like checking the place out. Anything you’d recommend?" "Pretty much anything. Personally I go for—" "Sadie," <<if $knowaugust is 0>>//he//<<else>>August<</if>> interrupts, voice all low dulcet tones, "planning on introducing me to your new friend anytime soon? Or am I to just to listen to you two speak all night?"<<if $knowsadie isnot 1>><<set $knowsadie to 1>><</if>> Sadie rolls her eyes. "Think my //friend// can speak for $mself. Don’t scare ‘em off so soon August, I promised $mhim a few drinks at least." "Fair enough. Then, what //should// I call you sunshine?" He asks as both turn to look at you, //August// turns to look at you, waiting for a response. <<if $knowaugust is 0>>//August, so that’s his name. Good to know.//<<if $callous gt $kindness>> //You can use that.//<</if>><<set $knowaugust to 1>><</if>> *<<link "“My name’s $fname. Nice to meet you.” You say with a grin, trying to play it cool." "chap3pyre2">><<set $yourname to "$fname">><</link>> *<<link "“I’m $fname $lname. It’s good to meet you.” You say with a smile, making direct eye contact with August as you do so, trying to gauge his reaction." "chap3pyre2">><<set $yourname to "$fname">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $blackrosesus += 5>><</link>> <<if $fname is "Sam" or $fname is "Samantha">>*<<link "“Nice to meet you, I’m Kris.” You lie, pulling a random name out of your ass." "chap3pyre2">><<set $yourname to "Kris">><</link>><<else>>*<<link "“Nice to meet you, I’m Sam.” You lie, pulling a random name out of your ass." "chap3pyre2">><<set $yourname to "Sam">><</link>><</if>><<else>><<if $cautious gte $reckless>>Steeling yourself, you stand up and march over to where //they’re// seated at the bar. You have to will the tension out of your shoulders as you walk. //Stay calm, you can do this.//<<else>>then, standing up, you saunter over to where //they’re// seated at the bar. Confidence is key here. //Why worry about hypotheticals? You’ve got this.//<</if>> "Excuse me? Is this seat taken?" You ask as you approach, gesturing to the one beside the red-haired woman. Both sets of eyes turn to look at you as you speak, one vaguely annoyed and the other wearing a charming smile. "Oh? I suppose the bar //is// rather crowded today." <<if $knowaugust is 1>>August says, voice all low dulcet tones.<<else>>//He// says, voice all low dulcet tones.<</if>> "Well, we do have the space. If you don’t mind Sadie?" The woman, //Sadie//, sizes you up, gaze narrowed for a moment before her expression clears. "I guess that’s fine. Sit wherever. Not like you need our permission."<<set $knowsadie to 1>> You nod, settling down on the stool next to her. "Thanks. It’s actually my first time here. Anything you’d recommend?" "Pretty much everything is good." <<if $knowaugust is 1>>August<<else>>He<</if>> replies, Sadie seeming uninterested in carrying on the conversation. "So, it depends on what you like. Personally, I go for a dirty martini. But if you’d prefer something //sweeter,// I can think of a thing or two." Sadie scoffs and rolls her eyes. "If you’re gonna flirt with ‘em, the least you could do is ask for $mhis name. Don’t be a dick August." "My mistake." He allows with a playful grin. "I’m August, as my //lovely// friend here has already said. And you are?" He meets your eyes for the first time in your conversation, pale green shining in the low lighting, waiting for a response. <<if $knowaugust isnot 1>>//August, so that’s his name. Good to know.// <<if $callous gt $kindness>>//You can use that.//<<set $knowaugust to 1>><</if>><</if>> *<<link "“My name’s $fname. Nice to meet you.” You say with a grin, trying to play it cool." "chap3pyre2">><<set $yourname to "$fname">><</link>> *<<link "“I’m $fname $lname. It’s good to meet you.” You say with a smile, making direct eye contact with August as you do so, trying to gauge his reaction." "chap3pyre2">><<set $yourname to "$fname">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $blackrosesus += 5>><</link>> <<if $fname is "Sam" or $fname is "Samantha">>*<<link "“Nice to meet you, I’m Kris.” You lie, pulling a random name out of your ass." "chap3pyre2">><<set $yourname to "Kris">><</link>><<else>>*<<link "“Nice to meet you, I’m Sam.” You lie, pulling a random name out of your ass." "chap3pyre2">><<set $yourname to "Sam">><</link>><</if>><</if>><<else>>Mind made up, you decide to grab a drink at the bar, a ways away from the pair in the corner, but close enough to keep an eye on them. Possibly do a little eavesdropping. //Just in case.// Settling in, five seats between you and them, you flag down a bartender. A young woman with a stern professional look, the no-nonsense type that almost reminds you of $vmr Zhang. "What can I get for you?" She asks, a practiced smile on her lips. *<<link "You just order your favorite cocktail, best stick to the familiar." "chap3pyre2">><<set $mcdrink to "cocktail">><<set $sober to 0>><</link>> *<<link "A beer sounds pretty good right now. You ask for whatever’s good on tap." "chap3pyre2">><<set $mcdrink to "beer">><<set $sober to 0>><</link>> *<<link "You ask for vodka. No, not a shot. A glass." "chap3pyre2">><<set $mcdrink to "vodka">><<set $sober to 0>><</link>> *<<link "Just water, you’d rather be sober right now." "chap3pyre2">><<set $mcdrink to "water">><</link>> *<<link "Just water, you don’t drink." "chap3pyre2">><<set $mcdrink to "water">><<set $sober to 1>><</link>><</if>><<elseif $pyrewith is "amara">><<if $chap3sub is "amarasolo">>"Okay. Meet back here in thirty?" You nod. "That works for me. See you then Amara." "See you! Come find me if you get anything good before then!" She calls with a wave, already turning to rush off. You wait until she’s out of view before leaving the booth, <<if $cautious gte $reckless>>then, steeling yourself, you stand up and march over to where //he's// seated at the bar. You have to will the tension out of your shoulders as you walk. //Stay calm, you can do this.//<<else>>then, standing up, you saunter over to where //he's// seated at the bar. Confidence is key here. //Why worry about hypotheticals? You’ve got this.//<</if>> "Excuse me? Is this seat taken?" You ask as you approach, gesturing to the one beside him. His head turning around at the sound of your voice, a winning smile already in place, charming and confident. "Oh? I suppose the bar //is// rather crowded today." <<if $knowaugust is 1>>August says, voice all low dulcet tones.<<else>>//He// says, voice all low dulcet tones.<</if>> "Well, I do have the space. Please, go right ahead." You nod, settling down on the stool. "Thanks. It’s actually my first time here. Anything you’d recommend?" "Pretty much everything is good." <<if $knowaugust is 1>>August<<else>>He<</if>> replies, Sadie seeming uninterested in carrying on the conversation. "So, it depends on what you like. Personally, I go for a dirty martini. But if you’d prefer something //sweeter,// I can think of a thing or two." <<if $kindness gte $callous>>"Oh, um. That’s… nice? Of you, uh…?" You reply, floundering, for lack of anything else to say.<<else>>You snort at his attempt at flirting. "Yeah, no. Think I’ll stick to things //on// the menu."<</if>> //Of all the ways you imagined this conversation going, ''that'' was not one of them.// "Ah, sorry. It’s unlike me to be so rude." He says with a playful grin. "I should introduce myself first, shouldn’t I? I’m August, and you are?" He meets your eyes for the first time in your conversation, pale green shining in the low lighting, waiting for a response. <<if $knowaugust isnot 1>>//August, so that’s his name. Good to know.// <<if $callous gt $kindness>>//You can use that.//<<set $knowaugust to 1>><</if>><</if>> *<<link "“My name’s $fname. Nice to meet you.” You say with a grin, trying to play it cool." "chap3pyre2">><<set $yourname to "$fname">><</link>> *<<link "“I’m $fname $lname. It’s good to meet you.” You say with a smile, making direct eye contact with August as you do so, trying to gauge his reaction." "chap3pyre2">><<set $yourname to "$fname">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $blackrosesus += 5>><</link>> <<if $fname is "Sam" or $fname is "Samantha">>*<<link "“Nice to meet you, I’m Kris.” You lie, pulling a random name out of your ass." "chap3pyre2">><<set $yourname to "Kris">><</link>><<else>>*<<link "“Nice to meet you, I’m Sam.” You lie, pulling a random name out of your ass." "chap3pyre2">><<set $yourname to "Sam">><</link>><</if>><<else>>"Awesome, let’s go!" She says cheerfully. "I was thinkin’ we should start in the back, over’a there, and then make a circuit ‘round the place. Look near entrances and exits. The usual spots cams are placed." "Not unlike our usual work then, huh?" You comment with a nod. "All right, lead the way." Crossing through the dance floor, the two of you make your way over to the far right corner of the club. There’s a handful people milling about there, given the nearby restroom. Coming and going, but few loitering. The corner is awash in the bright red light of the nearby emergency exit sign, reflecting off the dark tiled floor. The closer you get, the more you feel a shift in the surface, a sticky unpleasant quality that clings to the soles of your shoes. //Best not think too hard on that one.// The stench of bleach and vomit permeating the air. "Looks to be two cameras over here," Amara leans in to whisper, "one positioned by the exit and another facing out towards the room from the corner. Doubt there’s any in the bathroom, that’d be… yeah, no. Let me note the angles and we can move on." As Amara makes her way around the camera, taking care not to make her interest too obvious, you wind up waiting against the wall, trying to seem casual. Just another person waiting for their friend outside the restroom. You //are// being filmed after all. It won’t due to raise suspicions. She walks over to the women’s room, waits a few moments, and then after she’s finished her observations, and taken a few subtle photos, she comes back over to where you stand. "Got it. We can go check out the next ones now." Amara says as she reaches you, shoving her phone back into her purse. It doesn’t take long, mere minutes, to circle the perimeter. Repeating the process of locating each camera. //Well, the visible ones anyway.// Checking the positions and angles. Looking for blind spots. The only real oddity, was the lack of a camera in the back left corner, by, what you and Amara have assumed to be, stairs leading up to a VIP section, given the bouncer and red rope gating it off. There were two cameras on the walls //around// the staircase, but both seemed to be placed in a way to deliberately leave it out of frame.<<set $vipaccess to "known">> "Well, that was easy. Wanna head back to the booth and look over what we got? Though, I have a feeling I already know what conclusions we’re gonna come to." Before you can answer, you spot a figure coming closer from the corner of your eye. A woman, dressed in all black, an earpiece jutting out on one side. A bouncer? Not the same one from the stairs. Amara’s temporary confusion at your distraction turns to understanding as her eye flick to where the woman is. Walking ever closer. Eyes seeming to land on //you.// //Shit.// "For us?" Amara asks, hand over her mouth. //No lipreading that way. Smart.// *<<link "“Not sure.” You respond, taking care to cover your mouth as she had. “Just, be ready to make a break for it if we need to.”" "chap3pyre2">><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><</link>> *<<link "“Maybe.” You say, eyes narrowing, scrutinizing. “Hard to say. Wait and see?”" "chap3pyre2">><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><</link>> *<<link "“Probably. Maybe.” You reply, a cold sweat creeping down your spine. “I don’t know. Should we…?”" "chap3pyre2">><<set $pessimistic to Math.round($pessimistic * 1.05)>><<set $optimistic to 100 - $pessimistic>><</link>> *<<link "“Oh, yeah. Sure looks like it.” You say with a shrug. “It’ll probably be fine. We haven’t actually done anything wrong.”" "chap3pyre2">><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><</link>> *<<link "“Maybe not?” You say, thoughtful. “Could be someone behind us, right? Or…”" "chap3pyre2">><<set $optimistic to Math.round($optimistic * 1.05)>><<set $pessimistic to 100 - $optimistic>><</link>><</if>><<elseif $pyrewith is "v">><<if $chap3sub is "vsolo">>"I suppose that should be fine. Meet back with me here in thirty." "Will do. See you then." $vmr Zhang nods. "Call me if anything happens. Be careful.<<if $reckless gt $cautious>> //For once//.<</if>>" You wait until $vhes out of view before leaving the booth, <<if $cautious gte $reckless>>then, steeling yourself, you stand up and march over to his corner of the bar. You have to will the tension out of your shoulders as you walk. //Stay calm, you can do this.//<<else>>Standing up, you saunter over to his corner of the bar. Confidence is key here. //Why worry about hypotheticals? You’ve got this.//<</if>> "Excuse me? Is this seat taken?" You ask as you approach, gesturing to the one beside him. His head turning around at the sound of your voice, a winning smile already in place, charming and confident. "Oh? I suppose the bar //is// rather crowded today." <<if $knowaugust is 1>>August says, voice all low dulcet tones.<<else>>//He// says, voice all low dulcet tones.<</if>> "Well, I do have the space. Please, go right ahead." You nod, settling down on the stool. "Thanks. It’s actually my first time here. Anything you’d recommend?" "Pretty much everything is good." <<if $knowaugust is 1>>August<<else>>He<</if>> replies, Sadie seeming uninterested in carrying on the conversation. "So, it depends on what you like. Personally, I go for a dirty martini. But if you’d prefer something //sweeter,// I can think of a thing or two." <<if $kindness gte $callous>>"Oh, um. That’s… nice? Of you, uh…?" You reply, floundering, for lack of anything else to say.<<else>>You snort at his attempt at flirting. "Yeah, no. Think I’ll stick to things //on// the menu."<</if>> //Of all the ways you imagined this conversation going, ''that'' was not one of them.// "Ah, sorry. It’s unlike me to be so rude." He says with a playful grin. "I should introduce myself first, shouldn’t I? I’m August, and you are?" He meets your eyes for the first time in your conversation, pale green shining in the low lighting, waiting for a response. <<if $knowaugust isnot 1>>//August, so that’s his name. Good to know.// <<if $callous gt $kindness>>//You can use that.//<<set $knowaugust to 1>><</if>><</if>> As for you, $vmr Zhang warned against it but maybe you could… *<<link "“My name’s $fname. Nice to meet you.” You say with a grin, trying to play it cool." "chap3pyre2">><<set $yourname to "$fname">><</link>> *<<link "“I’m $fname $lname. It’s good to meet you.” You say with a smile, making direct eye contact with August as you do so, trying to gauge his reaction." "chap3pyre2">><<set $yourname to "$fname">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $blackrosesus += 5>><</link>> <<if $fname is "Sam" or $fname is "Samantha">>*<<link "“Nice to meet you, I’m Kris.” You lie, pulling a random name out of your ass." "chap3pyre2">><<set $yourname to "Kris">><</link>><<else>>*<<link "“Nice to meet you, I’m Sam.” You lie, pulling a random name out of your ass." "chap3pyre2">><<set $yourname to "Sam">><</link>><</if>><<else>>$vmr Zhang nods. "Then, we should start with checking the perimeter of the club. Note the layout, see where any employee only spaces are. Locating //where// they conduct their business would be the most beneficial in the long run." "So, not entirely unlike our usual work then?" You comment. "All right, lead the way." Crossing through the dance floor, the two of you make your way over to the far right corner of the club. There’s a handful people milling about there, given the nearby restroom. Coming and going, but few loitering. The corner is awash in the bright red light of the nearby emergency exit sign, reflecting off the dark tiled floor. The closer you get, the more you feel a shift in the surface, a sticky unpleasant quality that clings to the soles of your shoes. //Best not think too hard on that one.// The stench of bleach and vomit permeating the air. <<if $expressive gte $stoic>>"Well, isn’t this just lovely?" You say, looking down with a grimace. //Gross.// "We won’t be here long," $vmr Zhang says, face neutral save for $vhis pinched brow. "Let me check the emergency exit for a moment. The employee entrance should be just down the alley."<<else>>Your shoe audibly unsticks from the floor as you step closer to $vmr Zhang, and you look down with a grimace. //Gross.// "We won’t be here long," $vmr Zhang says noting your predicament, face neutral save for $vhis pinched brow. "let me check the emergency exit for a moment. The employee entrance should be just down the alley."<</if>> "Is it okay for us to walk out there? It won’t lock behind us or anything?" $vmr Zhang simply looks at you before gesturing to the door itself just in time for a couple of people reeking of smoke to reenter the building. //Oh.// "Point taken." You say as $vhe moves to grab the door, holding it open for you. <<if $kindness gte $callous>>"Thanks."<</if>> Outside, $vmr Zhang leads you down further, past a couple of dumpsters and all the trash that ensues. You wind up having to hold your nose, the air filled with the scent of vomit, cigarettes, alcohol and… is that a puddle of piss you see? //Lovely.// Coming to a stop halfway down, you spot another door, and<<if $cautious gte $reckless>>, with your boss’s go ahead, carefully<</if>> test the handle. A click. The handle barely jiggling. //Locked.// "Well, at least we know where it is. Maybe we could come back and—" You cut yourself off as the door swings open. A woman dressed in all black, earpiece jutting out on one side, steps out right in front of you. //A bouncer. Shit.// She looks surprised at your presence for a fraction of a second before a cool veneer overcomes her. You and $vnick share a sidelong look, //one// of you needs to speak up. //And fast.// *<<link "You decide to let $vhim take this one, not confident enough that you won’t stumble over your own lie." "chap3pyre2">><<set $chap3subsub to "vbouncer">><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><</link>> *<<link "You just stand there, blank faced. //Yeah, no. $vHe can handle this one.//" "chap3pyre2">><<set $chap3subsub to "vbouncer">><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><</link>> *<<link "A cold sweat creeps down your spine, tongue heavy in your mouth. You fix your eyes on the ground. //You’re ''so'' screwed.//" "chap3pyre2">><<set $chap3subsub to "vbouncer">><<set $pessimistic to Math.round($pessimistic * 1.05)>><<set $optimistic to 100 - $pessimistic>><</link>> *<<link "You meet her head on, a loose grin pulling at your lips. “Out for a smoke too? Need a lighter?”" "chap3pyre2">><<set $chap3subsub to "mcbouncer">><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><</link>> *<<link "//Plenty of people come outside, clearly. Use that, and it should be fine.// “Hi there. Out for a smoke break too?”" "chap3pyre2">><<set $chap3subsub to "mcbouncer">><<set $optimistic to Math.round($optimistic * 1.05)>><<set $pessimistic to 100 - $optimistic>><</link>><</if>><<else>><<if $chap3sub is "augusttalk">><<if $cautious gte $reckless>>Steeling yourself, you stand up and march over to his corner of the bar. You have to will the tension out of your shoulders as you walk. //Stay calm, you can do this.//<<else>>Standing up, you saunter over to his corner of the bar. Confidence is key here. //Why worry about hypotheticals? You’ve got this.//<</if>> "Excuse me? Is this seat taken?" You ask as you approach, gesturing to the one beside him. His head turning around at the sound of your voice, a winning smile already in place, charming and confident. "Oh? I suppose the bar //is// rather crowded today." <<if $knowaugust is 1>>August says, voice all low dulcet tones.<<else>>//He// says, voice all low dulcet tones.<</if>> "Well, I do have the space. Please, go right ahead." You nod, settling down on the stool. "Thanks. It’s actually my first time here. Anything you’d recommend?" "Pretty much everything is good." <<if $knowaugust is 1>>August<<else>>He<</if>> replies, Sadie seeming uninterested in carrying on the conversation. "So, it depends on what you like. Personally, I go for a dirty martini. But if you’d prefer something //sweeter,// I can think of a thing or two." <<if $kindness gte $callous>>"Oh, um. That’s… nice? Of you, uh…?" You reply, floundering, for lack of anything else to say.<<else>>You snort at his attempt at flirting. "Yeah, no. Think I’ll stick to things //on// the menu."<</if>> //Of all the ways you imagined this conversation going, ''that'' was not one of them.// "Ah, sorry. It’s unlike me to be so rude." He says with a playful grin. "I should introduce myself first, shouldn’t I? I’m August, and you are?" He meets your eyes for the first time in your conversation, pale green shining in the low lighting, waiting for a response. <<if $knowaugust isnot 1>>//August, so that’s his name. Good to know.// <<if $callous gt $kindness>>//You can use that.//<<set $knowaugust to 1>><</if>><</if>> *<<link "“My name’s $fname. Nice to meet you.” You say with a grin, trying to play it cool." "chap3pyre2">><<set $yourname to "$fname">><</link>> *<<link "“I’m $fname $lname. It’s good to meet you.” You say with a smile, making direct eye contact with August as you do so, trying to gauge his reaction." "chap3pyre2">><<set $yourname to "$fname">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $blackrosesus += 5>><</link>> <<if $fname is "Sam" or $fname is "Samantha">>*<<link "“Nice to meet you, I’m Kris.” You lie, pulling a random name out of your ass." "chap3pyre2">><<set $yourname to "Kris">><</link>><<else>>*<<link "“Nice to meet you, I’m Sam.” You lie, pulling a random name out of your ass." "chap3pyre2">><<set $yourname to "Sam">><</link>><</if>><<else>>Mind made up, you decide to grab a drink at the bar, a ways away from the man in the corner, but close enough to keep an eye on him. Possibly do a little eavesdropping. //You never know what you might find.// Settling in, five seats between you and him, you flag down a bartender. A young woman with a stern professional look, the no-nonsense type that almost reminds you of $vmr Zhang. "What can I get for you?" She asks, a practiced smile on her lips. *<<link "You just order your favorite cocktail, best stick to the familiar." "chap3pyre2">><<set $mcdrink to "cocktail">><<set $sober to 0>><</link>> *<<link "A beer sounds pretty good actually. You ask for whatever’s good on tap." "chap3pyre2">><<set $mcdrink to "beer">><<set $sober to 0>><</link>> *<<link "You ask for vodka. No, not a shot. A glass. //Please.//" "chap3pyre2">><<set $mcdrink to "vodka">><<set $sober to 0>><</link>> *<<link "Just water, you’d rather be sober for this." "chap3pyre2">><<set $mcdrink to "water">><</link>> *<<link "Just water, you don’t drink." "chap3pyre2">><<set $mcdrink to "water">><<set $sober to 1>><</link>><</if>><</if>>

<<if $pyrewith is "sadie">>"Got it. I’ll have your drinks ready in just a moment." She says, hardly looking as she turns to grab the glasses and prepares the drinks with a practiced ease. Setting the three of them down before you in short order. Hardly more than a moment passing in the process. "Here you are. Call me over if you need anything else." And just like that, she’s gone and you are once more left with the two people you’d probably least like to be alone with given what happened last time. //Great.// At least you’re in a crowded, public place, they’d be hard pressed to do anything to you here. You’d //think// so anyway. For now, you’d better make the most of the situation you’ve unwittingly found yourself in. Try to get them talking, see if you can get them to reveal anything that might lead to who hired them. "So," August says after taking a sip of his drink, twirling the toothpick that garnished it with one hand, "how do you two know each other? I don’t think I’ve heard Sadie mention you before." It’s an innocent enough question—and, maybe you’re just on edge—but you’d swear he’s fishing for something. //Just what game is he playing?// Thankfully, Sadie saves you from having to come up with a non-incriminating response to explain //that// fateful meeting.<<if $blackrosesus gte 15>> "Just ran into each other after the fest. I told ‘em about Club Pyre, and, well, you can figure out the rest." She explains to August, a small smirk on her lips.<<else>>"Ah, well, we were both at the music fest. Got to talkin’ and, you know how it goes." She explains shortly, looking somewhat bashful.<</if>> And you, you just smile and nod. You’re starting to feel almost sick, sitting here with them. Sadie alone, you could probably handle, but him… A gnawing aching wound that festers under your ribs. The more they talk, so casually, as if nothing happened at all between you. Because to them, nothing //did// happen. Not yet. Only you remember. Only you have a reason to feel this way. You thought you could do this, but the glaring reminder of that night sitting before you is too much, too close. You have to will it away, forget it, or else you won’t make it through the night. <<if $cautious gte $reckless>>//Just smile, shove the feeling down, don’t give them a thing.//<<else>>You’re nearly certain the smile on your lips looks as fake as it feels. Brittle. One wrong move and it’ll break.<</if>> "I see." You hear August reply, breaking through the fog of your thoughts. "Can’t say I’m surprised. Sadie //has// always had a knack for people. A real charmer, that one." He says, a sickly sweet sarcasm dripping from his words. "You’re such a dick. I’m not //that// bad. I //have// friends. A girlfriend even. Not my fault people find me intimidating or whatever." "Of course, my mistake. Not everyone can has the sort of popularity I have. It’s okay, we all have our shortcomings." Sadie snorts. "That’s a funny way to say ‘sleeps with anything with a pulse’." August, surprisingly—or not, it’s not like you actually //know// him—laughs. "Someone’s in a mood. Think I’ll head onto the floor for a while. We can talk later Sadie." He says, downing the rest of his drink in one smooth motion as he stands. "Care to join me, $yourname? I guarantee you’ll have a good time." Can you do that? //Should// you? To go off somewhere alone with him, just the thought of it has you shoving your anxiety down, away. Lock and key. But despite it all, technically, //he// hasn’t done anything to you yet. Would accepting really hurt anything?<<elseif $pyrewith is "amarafest">><<if $chap3sub is "amarasolo">>August smiles charmingly—perfect, practiced—eyes guileless and not betraying a thing. "Likewise." He says, reaching over to shake your hand, firmly and lingering just a second too long. "I have a feeling the two of us will get along swimmingly." "Alright, alright. Introductions are over. Call the bartender, let’s get those drinks already." Sadie says, rolling her eyes. August just laughs in response, probably used to her antics given their association, and raises one hand to do just that, waving the woman over. "Another martini August?" The bartender asks, setting aside the cloth she was cleaning with and walking over to your group. "Sure. Why not? And let me guess, my dear Sadie will have a glass of that piss you call beer. Did I get that right?" "Oh fuck off!" Sadie says, swatting him on the arm. "But, yeah. Whatever’s good you got on tap would be great. Thanks." She nods and turns to you, a polite smile on her lips. "And for you?"<<else>>That’s as much as a conversation as you get, with the bouncer now mere feet away. <<if $cautious gte $reckless>>You avert your gaze. //Casual. Just act casual.//<<else>>You hold your ground. //What's the worst she could do? You really haven't done much.//<</if>> She hesitates briefly as she approaches the two of you, gaze stern and penetrating. An internal debate flickers in her expression. She looks almost… concerned? Troubled? //For you?// In the end she shakes her head, whatever warring side won out you have no way of guessing. "Watch yourself." Is all she says—eyes directly meeting yours—then, with a quick nod she takes her leave. You and Amara watch her go, a strange unease taking root in your chest. "That… was weird. That //was// weird right? Not just me?" Amara asks, breaking the moment. "No, definitely not just you. But, we might just be on edge. Maybe we looked nervous? Or, like we were up to something?" "Yeah, maybe." She agrees, clearly unconvinced. "Let’s just go. Look over what we got. Thinkin’ on it too hard probably won’t accomplish anything other than psyching ourselves out." "Got a point there. Back to the booth it is then." Sitting down, Amara wastes no time pulling out her phone, focus recentering on what’s before her. "So, I’m sure you’re thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’ right? The VIP section was //definitely// suspicious. Could just be set up that way for privacy but… yeah. I know we’re here for that woman, right? But I feel like there’s more goin’ on here. With that bouncer, and, just—everything honestly. Or, maybe I’m being paranoid. Could be either really." "No, no, I actually think you’re on to something. And besides, didn’t we see the woman enter through the employee entrance earlier? Might be a connection there." "Oh shit. Yeah, you’re right. I almost forgot about that. Thanks $fname. So, if that’s the case, how do you wanna proceed? Actually, what are you even hoping to get from that lady anyway, if you don’t mind me askin’? Who even is she?" Shifting in your seat, you let you gaze fall on the woman as she sits at the bar, alone now. "I… don’t know really. I just—I need to get everything I can on them. For my own sake. The man she was with, I recognized him. I think the two of them are dangerous. Gang members, maybe. If I don’t figure this out…" You trail off, uncertain whether it’s even worth it to finish that sentence. //What could you even tell her? The truth? As if anyone would believe it.// "That sounds pretty serious. What have you gotten yourself into $fname? It isn’t anything related to work is it? You know the boss would help if it was." You shake your head, turning back to Amara. "No, it’s nothing like that. Frankly, I don’t understand it myself. It just sort of happened. I’m sorry I dragged you into this Amara. I probably should have been upfront with all this, huh?" "Not gonna lie, that would’ve been nice, yeah. But, I already agreed to come didn’t I? And I helped you follow her, I knew if we came here in person there might be a risk. So, that was my choice, and I’m sticking to it damnit.<<if $airel gte 30>> Besides, wouldn’t want anything to happen to my partner in crime now would we?<</if>>"<</if>><<elseif $pyrewith is "vreyes">><<if $chap3sub is "vreyessolo">>August smiles charmingly—perfect, practiced—eyes guileless and not betraying a thing. "Likewise." He says, reaching over to shake your hand, firmly and lingering just a second too long. "I have a feeling the two of us will get along swimmingly." "Alright, alright. Introductions are over. Call the bartender, let’s get those drinks already." Sadie says, rolling her eyes. August just laughs in response, probably used to her antics given their association, and raises one hand to do just that, waving the woman over. "Another martini August?" The bartender asks, setting aside the cloth she was cleaning with and walking over to your group. "Sure. Why not? And let me guess, my dear Sadie will have a glass of that piss you call beer. Did I get that right?" "Oh fuck off!" Sadie says, swatting him on the arm. "But, yeah. Whatever’s good you got on tap would be great. Thanks." She nods and turns to you, a polite smile on her lips. "And for you?"<<else>><<if $chap3subsub is "reyesbouncer">><<set $vipaccess to "known">>In the end, it’s Reyes who speaks up. "You here for a smoke too?" They ask, slipping out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from their own pocket.<br><br><</if>>She shakes her head, not moving from her place by the doorway, gaze stern and penetrating. An internal debate flickers in her expression. She looks almost… concerned? Troubled? //For you?// In the end she shakes her head again, whatever warring side won out you have no way of guessing. "Watch yourself." Is all she says—eyes directly meeting yours—then, with a quick nod she takes her leave, turning heel and heading back in the way she came. You watch her go, watch the door swing shut behind her, a strange unease taking root in your chest. "Was it just me or was that really fuckin’ weird?" Reyes asks, breaking the moment. "No, definitely not just you. But, we might just be on edge. Maybe we looked nervous? Or, like we were up to something?" You say. "Perhaps." $vmr Zhang says, clearly unconvinced. "No point dawdling out here any longer. We’d only invite trouble. Let’s check the rest of the interior." "Don’t have to tell me twice." Reyes replies. You find yourself nodding in agreement. //The sooner you can get away from here, the better.// It doesn’t take long, mere minutes, to circle the perimeter. You don’t find much. Or, nothing you can really delve into right now at least. There’s a door behind the bar, likely a kitchen. Possibly connected to other employee only spaces. The rest is all dance floor, tables, booths, booze, and writhing bodies. Until, you head to the back left corner that is. There, you find a staircase, red rope gating it off and a bouncer standing at its foot. Now //that// seems to draw all three sets of eyes on it. //A VIP section, most likely.// //Could they have made it any more obvious?// Well, at least you know where to go, if you are to take this further. "We should return to our seats, go over our findings and review the next steps." $vmr Zhang says in a low tone, $vhis back to the bouncer some feet away. Settling back in at the high-backed booth from before, $vmr Zhang clears $vhis throat, waiting for both sets of eyes to fall on $vhim before speaking. "I believe we can all agree where we’ll be most likely to gain information tonight—the VIP section. That being said, we should—" "Proceed with caution. Blah, blah, blah. We get it Vic. //Relax,// won’tcha?" Reyes interrupts, with an eye roll. "None of us wanna wind up lookin’ like Swiss cheese ‘cause some punk got trigger happy. We’ll be careful. Right?" They add, nudging your shoulder. "Right. We got this. Seriously. Don’t worry boss." $vmr Zhang’s eyebrow twitches in annoyance. "I was actually just going to say we shouldn’t rush in right away. We could stand to spend more time observing the staff before making our move, but I’m glad to see both of you are taking this //so// seriously. Truly astounding, considering whose idea it was."<</if>><<elseif $pyrewith is "solo" and $sadieishere is 1>><<if $chap3sub is "augustsadie">>August smiles charmingly—perfect, practiced—eyes guileless and not betraying a thing. "Likewise." He says, reaching over to shake your hand, firmly and lingering just a second too long. "I have a feeling the two of us will get along swimmingly." "Alright, alright. Introductions are over. Call the bartender, let’s get those drinks already." Sadie says, rolling her eyes. August just laughs in response, probably used to her antics given their association, and raises one hand to do just that, waving the woman over. "Another martini August?" The bartender asks, setting aside the cloth she was cleaning with and walking over to your group. "Sure. Why not? And let me guess, my dear Sadie will have a glass of that piss you call beer. Did I get that right?" "Oh fuck off!" Sadie says, swatting him on the arm. "But, yeah. Whatever’s good you got on tap would be great. Thanks." She nods and turns to you, a polite smile on her lips. "And for you?"<<else>>She nods. "I’ll have your drink ready in just a moment." She says, hardly looking as she turns to grab the glass and prepares the drink with a practiced ease. Setting it down before you in record time. Hardly a moment passing in the process. "Here you are. Call me over if you need anything else." Left alone with your drink, you content yourself with slowly sipping away, careful not to look over at the pair seated at the end of the bar. Try as you might, you find you can hardly hear them over the din. Only vague words and phrases, tones more than anything, even as you strain to listen. //Oh, well. Not like you honestly thought you’d hear much.// Back to your drink then. You can head to the booth once you’re done. Or, that //was// the plan anyway. "All on your lonesome, sunshine?" You jolt in your chair, forcefully enough that you nearly fall out, swerving to look at the man sidling up beside you. He continues to speak, as if not noticing your slip up. His voice all low, dulcet tones. "Mind if I join you?" This close, you can see his eyes shining in the low light, a pale green, as they stare down into yours. "Sure." You reply, <<if $cautious gt $reckless>>heart pounding in your chest, <</if>>feigning indifference as he slides into the seat next to you, red coat draped elegantly behind him. //Oh no.// "August Astaire." He says, reaching out to shake your hand. An act you thoughtlessly reciprocate. "A //pleasure// to meet you."<<if $knowaugust isnot 1>><<set $knowaugust to 1>><</if>> //Is he flirting with you?// His hand lingers a moment too long in yours, squeezing just a touch before withdrawing. //Fuck. He is.// And now he’s waiting for your response. A name for a name. Do you dare?<</if>><<elseif $pyrewith is "amara">><<if $chap3sub is "amarasolo">>August smiles charmingly—perfect, practiced—eyes guileless and not betraying a thing. "Likewise." He says, reaching over to shake your hand, firmly and lingering just a second too long. "I have a feeling the two of us will get along swimmingly. Now then, ready for those drinks?" "Sure, a drink would be nice." In response, his expression turns to something cocky and self-satisfied—your stomach turns at the sight of it, so similar to before—and raises one hand to do just that, waving the bartender over. "Another martini August?" She asks, setting aside the cloth she was cleaning with and walking over to you. "Sure. Why not? Can’t beat the classics. Oh, and put $mhis drink on my tab too, would you." She nods and turns to you, a polite smile on her lips. "And for you?"<<else>>That’s as much as a conversation as you get, with the bouncer now mere feet away. <<if $cautious gte $reckless>>You avert your gaze. //Casual. Just act casual.//<<else>>You hold your ground. //What's the worst she could do? You really haven't done much.//<</if>> She hesitates briefly as she approaches the two of you, gaze stern and penetrating. An internal debate flickers in her expression. She looks almost… concerned? Troubled? //For you?// In the end she shakes her head, whatever warring side won out you have no way of guessing. "Watch yourself." Is all she says—eyes directly meeting yours—then, with a quick nod she takes her leave. You and Amara watch her go, a strange unease taking root in your chest. "That… was weird. That //was// weird right? Not just me?" Amara asks, breaking the moment. "No, definitely not just you. But, we might just be on edge. Maybe we looked nervous? Or, like we were up to something?" "Yeah, maybe." She agrees, clearly unconvinced. "Let’s just go. Look over what we got. Thinkin’ on it too hard probably won’t accomplish anything other than psyching ourselves out." "Got a point there. Back to the booth it is then." Sitting down, Amara wastes no time pulling out her phone, focus recentering on what’s before her. "So, I’m sure you’re thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’ right? The VIP section was //definitely// suspicious. Could just be set up that way for privacy but… yeah. I feel like there’s more goin’ on here. With that bouncer, and, just—everything honestly. Or, maybe I’m being paranoid. Could be either really." "No, no, I actually agree. <<if $chap2path is "ppamara" or $chap2path is "pwamara" or $festpath is "amara">>Based on what we already know about the place, I think you may actually be underselling it. <</if>>Remember the man I pointed out earlier, by the bar. His presence here alone is enough for me to be suspicious of the place. Don't doubt your instincts." "Yeah, I guess. But if that’s the case, how do you wanna proceed? Actually, how do you know that guy in the first place, if you don’t mind me askin’?<<if $festpath is "amara">> And that lady we were watchin' last night for that matter.<</if>>" Shifting in your seat, you let you gaze fall on the man as he sits at the bar. "I… don’t really. I just—I need to get everything I can on <<if $festpath is "amara">>them. For my own sake. I think the two of them are dangerous. Gang members, maybe. If I don’t figure this out…<<else>>him. For my own sake. I think he's really dangerous. A gang member, maybe. If I don’t figure this out…<</if>>" You trail off, uncertain whether it’s even worth it to finish that sentence. //What could you even tell her? The truth? As if anyone would believe it.// "That sounds pretty serious. What have you gotten yourself into $fname? It isn’t anything related to work is it? You know the boss would help if it was." You shake your head, turning back to Amara. "No, it’s nothing like that. Frankly, I don’t understand it myself. It just sort of happened. I’m sorry I dragged you into this Amara. I probably should have been upfront with all this, huh?" "Not gonna lie, that would’ve been nice, yeah. But, I already agreed to come didn’t I? <<if $chap2path is "ppamara" or $chap2path is "pwamara" or $festpath is "amara">>I knew if we came here in person there might be a risk. So, that was my choice, and I’m sticking to it damnit.<<else>>Didn't ditch'ya when you told me we were here for more than clubbin'. So, that was my choice, and I’m sticking to it damnit.<</if>><<if $airel gte 30>> Besides, wouldn’t want anything to happen to my partner in crime now would we?<</if>>"<</if>><<elseif $pyrewith is "v">><<if $chap3sub is "vsolo">>August smiles charmingly—perfect, practiced—eyes guileless and not betraying a thing. "Likewise." He says, reaching over to shake your hand, firmly and lingering just a second too long. "I have a feeling the two of us will get along swimmingly. Now then, ready for those drinks?" "Sure, a drink would be nice." In response, his expression turns to something cocky and self-satisfied—your stomach turns at the sight of it, so similar to before—and raises one hand to do just that, waving the bartender over. "Another martini August?" She asks, setting aside the cloth she was cleaning with and walking over to you. "Sure. Why not? Can’t beat the classics. Oh, and put $mhis drink on my tab too, would you." She nods and turns to you, a polite smile on her lips. "And for you?"<<else>><<if $chap3subsub is "vbouncer">><<set $vipaccess to "known">>$vmr Zhang is quick to the uptake. "Come out for some fresh air as well? It is rather stuffy in there."<br><br><</if>>She shakes her head, not moving from her place by the doorway, gaze stern and penetrating. An internal debate flickers in her expression. She looks almost… concerned? Troubled? //For you?// In the end she shakes her head again, whatever warring side won out you have no way of guessing. "Watch yourself." Is all she says—eyes directly meeting yours—then, with a quick nod she takes her leave, turning heel and heading back in the way she came. You watch her go, watch the door swing shut behind her, a strange unease taking root in your chest. "Perhaps I’m being paranoid but that interaction seemed strange didn’t it?" $vmr Zhang asks, voice quiet as though she might still be listening. "No, definitely not just you. But, we might just be on edge. Maybe we looked nervous? Or, like we were up to something?" You say. "Perhaps." $vmr Zhang says, clearly unconvinced. "No point dawdling out here any longer. We’d only invite trouble. Let’s check the rest of the interior." You nod in agreement. //The sooner you can get away from here, the better.// It doesn’t take long, mere minutes, to circle the perimeter. You don’t find much. Or, nothing you can really delve into right now at least. There’s a door behind the bar, likely a kitchen. Possibly connected to other employee only spaces. The rest is all dance floor, tables, booths, booze, and writhing bodies. Until, you head to the back left corner that is. There, you find a staircase, red rope gating it off and a bouncer standing at its foot. Now //that// seems to draw all three sets of eyes on it. //A VIP section, most likely.// //Could they have made it any more obvious?// Well, at least you know where to go, if you are to take this further. "We should return to our seats, go over our findings and review the next steps." $vmr Zhang says in a low tone, $vhis back to the bouncer some feet away. Settling back in at the high-backed booth from before, $vmr Zhang clears $vhis throat, waiting for your full attention before speaking. "I believe we can agree where we’ll be most likely to gain information tonight—the VIP section. That being said, we should—" "Proceed with caution. I know, don’t worry. We’ve got this." $vmr Zhang’s eyebrow twitches in annoyance. "I was actually just going to say we shouldn’t rush in right away. We could stand to spend more time observing the staff before making our move, but I’m glad to see you are taking this //so// seriously. Truly astounding, considering whose idea it was."<</if>><<elseif $pyrewith is "solo">><<if $chap3sub is "augusttalk">>August smiles charmingly—perfect, practiced—eyes guileless and not betraying a thing. "Likewise." He says, reaching over to shake your hand, firmly and lingering just a second too long. "I have a feeling the two of us will get along swimmingly. Now then, ready for those drinks?" "Sure, a drink would be nice." In response, his expression turns to something cocky and self-satisfied—your stomach turns at the sight of it, so similar to before—and raises one hand to do just that, waving the bartender over. "Another martini August?" She asks, setting aside the cloth she was cleaning with and walking over to you. "Sure. Why not? Can’t beat the classics. Oh, and put $mhis drink on my tab too, would you." She nods and turns to you, a polite smile on her lips. "And for you?"<<else>>She nods. "I’ll have your drink ready in just a moment." She says, hardly looking as she turns to grab the glass and prepares the drink with a practiced ease. Setting it down before you in record time. Hardly a moment passing in the process. "Here you are. Call me over if you need anything else." Left alone with your drink, you content yourself with slowly sipping away, careful not to look over at the man seated at the end of the bar. Try as you might, you find you can hardly hear him over the din. Only vague words and phrases, tones more than anything, even as you strain to listen. //Oh, well. Not like you honestly thought you’d hear much.// Back to your drink then. You can head to the booth once you’re done. Or, that //was// the plan anyway. "All on your lonesome, sunshine?" You jolt in your chair, forcefully enough that you nearly fall out, swerving to look at the man sidling up beside you. He continues to speak, as if not noticing your slip up. His voice all low, dulcet tones. "Mind if I join you?" This close, you can see his eyes shining in the low light, a pale green, as they stare down into yours. "Sure." You reply, <<if $cautious gt $reckless>>heart pounding in your chest, <</if>>feigning indifference as he slides into the seat next to you, red coat draped elegantly behind him. //Oh no.// "August Astaire." He says, reaching out to shake your hand. An act you thoughtlessly reciprocate. "A //pleasure// to meet you."<<if $knowaugust isnot 1>><<set $knowaugust to 1>><</if>> //Is he flirting with you?// His hand lingers a moment too long in yours, squeezing just a touch before withdrawing. //Fuck. He is.// And now he’s waiting for your response. A name for a name. Do you dare?<</if>><</if>> <<switch $pyrewith>><<case "sadie">>*<<link "Go with August, talking to him alone could prove a valuable opportunity." "chap3pyre3">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdance">><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "Go with August, because—//fuck//, you must be having a momentary lapse in judgment, but damn if he isn’t just as hot as he thinks he is. $flirt_label" "chap3pyre3">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdance">><<set $aaro += 1>><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "Stay with Sadie, you'd rather not risking going off anywhere with //him//. No chance." "chap3pyre3">><<set $chap3sub to "sadietalk">><</link>> *<<link "Stay with Sadie, despite the circumstances, you've actually almost enjoyed speaking with her. For the most part." "chap3pyre3">><<set $chap3sub to "sadietalk">><</link>><<case "amarafest" "amara">><<if $chap3sub is "amarasolo">>*<<link "You just order your favorite cocktail, best stick to the familiar." "chap3pyre3">><<set $mcdrink to "cocktail">><<set $sober to 0>><</link>> *<<link "You ask for vodka. No, not a shot. A glass. //Please.//" "chap3pyre3">><<set $mcdrink to "vodka">><<set $sober to 0>><</link>> *<<link "Just water, you'd rather be sober for this." "chap3pyre3">><<set $mcdrink to "water">><</link>> *<<link "Just water, you don't drink." "chap3pyre3">><<set $mcdrink to "water">><<set $sober to 1>><</link>> <<if $pyrewith is "amara">>*<<link "A beer sounds pretty good actually. You ask for whatever’s good on tap." "chap3pyre3">><<set $mcdrink to "beer">><<set $sober to 0>><</link>><<else>>*<<link "A beer sounds pretty good actually, you'll have what she's having." "chap3pyre3">><<set $mcdrink to "beer">><<set $sober to 0>><</link>><</if>><<else>>*<<link "“Thank you. I really appreciate all you've done.” You reply softly, sincerely." "chap3pyre3">><<set $airel += 5>><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><</link>> *<<link "“Thanks Amara. I appreciate you being so understanding about all this.” You say with a relieved smile." "chap3pyre3">><<set $airel += 5>><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><</link>> *<<link "“Thanks, you're the best! I owe you one. Seriously. Don't feel like writing your reports for a week? I got you.” You say with a wide smile." "chap3pyre3">><<set $airel += 5>><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><</link>> *<<link "“Good. So long as you actually stick to your word.” You respond dismissively." "chap3pyre3">><<set $airel -= 5>><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><</link>> *<<link "“Thank you. I really—this means a lot to me, that you'd do this. I, yes. Thanks. Again.” You respond, tripping over your own words, suddenly tongue-tied under the full force of her sincerity. $flirt_label" "chap3pyre3">><<set $airel += 5>><<set $airo += 1>><</link>> <<if $airel gte 30>>*<<link "“Partners in crime, huh? I like the sound of that.” You respond coyly, a grin on your lips. “Guess you're stuck with me now.” $flirt_label" "chap3pyre3">><<set $airel += 5>><<set $airo += 1>><</link>><<else>>*<<link "“Guess this makes us partners in crime now, don't you think?” You respond coyly, a grin on your lips. “Seems you're stuck with me now.” $flirt_label" "chap3pyre3">><<set $airel += 5>><<set $airo += 1>><</link>><</if>><</if>><<case "vreyes">><<if $chap3sub is "vreyessolo">>*<<link "You just order your favorite cocktail, best stick to the familiar." "chap3pyre3">><<set $mcdrink to "cocktail">><<set $sober to 0>><</link>> *<<link "A beer sounds pretty good actually, you'll have what she's having." "chap3pyre3">><<set $mcdrink to "beer">><<set $sober to 0>><</link>> *<<link "You ask for vodka. No, not a shot. A glass. //Please.//" "chap3pyre3">><<set $mcdrink to "vodka">><<set $sober to 0>><</link>> *<<link "Just water, you'd rather be sober for this." "chap3pyre3">><<set $mcdrink to "water">><</link>> *<<link "Just water, you don't drink." "chap3pyre3">><<set $mcdrink to "water">><<set $sober to 1>><</link>><<else>>*<<link "“Sorry boss.” You reply sheepishly. “Thanks for agreeing to come anyway.”" "chap3pyre3">><<set $vrel += 5>><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><</link>> *<<link "“Right, sorry. Thank you, I really appreciate the both of you agreeing to this.” You say with a timid smile." "chap3pyre3">><<set $vrel += 5>><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><</link>> *<<link "“Oh don't be like that, $vnick.” You say with a wide smile. “I know you enjoy this stuff, don't try to deny it.”" "chap3pyre3">><<set $vrel += 5>><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><</link>> *<<link "“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Don't act like I forced you into it.” You respond dismissively." "chap3pyre3">><<set $vrel -= 5>><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><</link>> *<<link "“Aw, come on, for all your blustering you've been secretly enjoying our little mission tonight, haven't you $vnick?” You respond coyly, a grin on your lips. “I know I have.” $flirt_label" "chap3pyre3">><<set $vrel += 5>><<set $vro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“Ah, yes. Right. Sorry. And, thank you. I really—this means a lot to me, that you—both of you—would do this. Thanks. Again.” You respond, tripping over your own words, suddenly tongue-tied at $vmr Zhang's stern—why do you find that so appealing?—look. $flirt_label" "chap3pyre3">><<set $vrel += 5>><<set $vro += 1>><</link>><</if>><<case "solo">><<if $chap3sub is "augustsadie">>*<<link "You just order your favorite cocktail, best stick to the familiar." "chap3pyre3">><<set $mcdrink to "cocktail">><<set $sober to 0>><</link>> *<<link "A beer sounds pretty good actually, you'll have what she's having." "chap3pyre3">><<set $mcdrink to "beer">><<set $sober to 0>><</link>> *<<link "You ask for vodka. No, not a shot. A glass. //Please.//" "chap3pyre3">><<set $mcdrink to "vodka">><<set $sober to 0>><</link>> *<<link "Just water, you'd rather be sober for this." "chap3pyre3">><<set $mcdrink to "water">><</link>> *<<link "Just water, you don't drink." "chap3pyre3">><<set $mcdrink to "water">><<set $sober to 1>><</link>><<elseif $chap3sub is "augusttalk">>*<<link "You just order your favorite cocktail, best stick to the familiar." "chap3pyre3">><<set $mcdrink to "cocktail">><<set $sober to 0>><</link>> *<<link "A beer sounds pretty good actually. You ask for whatever’s good on tap." "chap3pyre3">><<set $mcdrink to "beer">><<set $sober to 0>><</link>> *<<link "You ask for vodka. No, not a shot. A glass. //Please.//" "chap3pyre3">><<set $mcdrink to "vodka">><<set $sober to 0>><</link>> *<<link "Just water, you'd rather be sober for this." "chap3pyre3">><<set $mcdrink to "water">><</link>> *<<link "Just water, you don't drink." "chap3pyre3">><<set $mcdrink to "water">><<set $sober to 1>><</link>><<else>>*<<link "“My name's $fname. Nice to meet you.” You say with a grin, trying to play it cool." "chap3pyre3">><<set $yourname to "$fname">><</link>> *<<link "“I’m $fname $lname. It's good to meet you.” You say with a smile, making direct eye contact with August as you do so, trying to gauge his reaction." "chap3pyre3">><<set $yourname to "$fname">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $blackrosesus += 5>><</link>> <<if $fname is "Sam" or $fname is "Samantha">>*<<link "“Nice to meet you, I’m Kris.” You lie, pulling a random name out of your ass." "chap3pyre3">><<set $yourname to "Kris">><</link>><<else>>*<<link "“Nice to meet you, I’m Sam.” You lie, pulling a random name out of your ass." "chap3pyre3">><<set $yourname to "Sam">><</link>><</if>><</if>><<case "v">><<if $chap3sub is "vsolo">>*<<link "You just order your favorite cocktail, best stick to the familiar." "chap3pyre3">><<set $mcdrink to "cocktail">><<set $sober to 0>><</link>> *<<link "A beer sounds pretty good actually. You ask for whatever’s good on tap." "chap3pyre3">><<set $mcdrink to "beer">><<set $sober to 0>><</link>> *<<link "You ask for vodka. No, not a shot. A glass. //Please.//" "chap3pyre3">><<set $mcdrink to "vodka">><<set $sober to 0>><</link>> *<<link "Just water, you'd rather be sober for this." "chap3pyre3">><<set $mcdrink to "water">><</link>> *<<link "Just water, you don't drink." "chap3pyre3">><<set $mcdrink to "water">><<set $sober to 1>><</link>><<else>>*<<link "“Sorry boss.” You reply sheepishly. “Thanks for agreeing to come anyway.”" "chap3pyre3">><</link>><<set $vrel += 5>><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>> *<<link "“Right, sorry. Thank you, I really appreciate you agreeing to this.” You say with a timid smile." "chap3pyre3">><<set $vrel += 5>><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><</link>> *<<link "“Oh don't be like that, $vnick.” You say with a wide smile. “I know you enjoy this stuff, don't try to deny it.”" "chap3pyre3">><<set $vrel += 5>><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><</link>> *<<link "“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Don't act like I forced you into it.” You respond dismissively." "chap3pyre3">><<set $vrel -= 5>><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><</link>> *<<link "“Aw, come on, for all your blustering you've been secretly enjoying our little mission tonight, haven't you $vnick?” You respond coyly, a grin on your lips. “I know I have.” $flirt_label" "chap3pyre3">><<set $vrel += 5>><<set $vro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“Ah, yes. Right. Sorry. And, thank you. I really—this means a lot to me, that you would do this. Thanks. Again.” You respond, tripping over your own words, suddenly tongue-tied at $vmr Zhang's stern—why do you find that so appealing?—look. $flirt_label" "chap3pyre3">><<set $vrel += 5>><<set $vro += 1>><</link>><</if>><</switch>>

<<if $pyrewith is "sadie">><<if $chap3sub is "augustdance">>August’s grin widens as you stand to join him. "Good choice." He says, gesturing for you to follow him. "You won’t be disappointed." <<if $cautious gte $reckless>>You hesitate for a brief moment, stomach tied in knots. //You can do this. Nothing’s going to happen, it’s just a dance.//<<else>>You follow him without hesitation, not too worried given the sheer number of people surrounding you. //So long as you don’t do anything stupid.//<</if>> "Feel free to join me back at the bar when you get sick of him!" Sadie calls after you as you allow August to lead you out onto the floor. August just shakes his head, ignoring her comment, and keeps walking. You trail behind him as he weaves his way through the crowd, dodging the moving forms of people dancing to the beat. "Here’s the spot." He says, coming to a stop in an emptier area at the edge of the floor. "Less people around here, so you don’t have to worry too much about some idiot bumping into you. Music’s a bit less migraine inducing over here too. You dance much?" <<if $stoic gte $expressive>>"Not too much no." You reply honestly.<<else>>"Oh, yeah, of course! Not saying I’m //good// at it, but it’s fun." You reply with a chuckle.<</if>> "Well, I could show you the ropes if you’d like. As a more, let’s say, experienced dancer." *<<link "“Sure, that works for me.” You casually agree. //Keep your enemies close and all that.//" "chap3pyre4">><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "You give him a once over, gaze lingering on the plunging vee of his shirt and tight fit of his pants. “Yes //please.//” $flirt_label" "chap3pyre4">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“Yes please.” You say immediately. “I mean. If you’re sure.” //Smooth moves, that didn’t come off as too eager at all!// $flirt_label" "chap3pyre4">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“No thanks, I think I’m good enough. At least for a club.” You decline. //Just sticking near him is enough. No need to get ''that'' close.//" "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdancewatch">><</link>> *<<link "“No, no! That’s all right. Thank you.” You reply quickly, uncomfortable with the idea of allowing him to touch you." "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdancewatch">><</link>> *<<link "“No, no! That’s all right. Thank you.” You reply quickly, heat rushing to your face at the thought of getting that close to him. $flirt_label" "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdancewatch">><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><<else>>"Suit yourself." August says with a shrug. "If you change your mind, I’ll be over there." "I’ll keep that in mind." You reply evenly. And with that, he’s off, slinking away into the throng of people and disappearing from view. "Good riddance. He’s such a dick." Sadie says once he’s fully out of sight. "He sure is something. How’d you wind up becoming friends with him? You two seem… very different." Sadie snorts inelegantly, taking a large swig of her second drink. "That’s one way to put it. Honestly not sure if I’d get on with him under normal circumstances, but, we actually work together. So, it just kinda happened, y’know?" "That makes sense. What do the two of you do anyway?" You ask, pulse racing as you desperately feint nonchalance. //Not that you think she’ll be honest, but, who knows? If she’s tipsy enough then maybe...// <<if $blackrosesus lte 20>>Sadie hesitates for a long moment, messing with her near empty glass. "It’s… not your traditional job. To say the least." "Is it…" you pause, making a show of looking around, pretending to be unsure, before leaning in and whispering, "illegal?" She winces. "Fuck. What gave it away?" Then winces again as the words leave her mouth. "Well, for starters, the whole ‘slamming me into a wall thing’ didn’t help." Groaning, she drops her head into her hands. "Shit. Yeah. Guess that would leave a certain impression. Fuck. Should’ve just said security or some crap." "It’s okay." You say <<if $kindness gte $callous>>with a comforting smile<<else>>with a barely suppressed smirk<</if>>. "I won’t tell anyone. Not like I have any proof anyway." She stares at you uncertainly, biting her lip. "Okay. Fine. I believe you. And I guess a bit can’t hurt. Just don’t run off to the cops. I’ll know it was you so—yeah, nevermind, you probably aren’t //that// dumb. Sorry. And look, I //really// shouldn’t be talking about this but…" "My lips are sealed." You say, miming the gesture. "Alright, alright." She begins with a resigned sigh, keeping her voice low. Eyes darting around. "So. You ever heard of The Black Rose?"<<set $blackrose to 1>> "I’m assuming you aren’t talking about the flower here? Then, no. Can’t say I have." "Figured as much. Not many have. Not by name at least. It’s… let’s call it a gang. That’s not quite accurate but, eh, close enough." "And you and August are members?" She nods slightly. "See the tattoo on my arm? Red rose, black stem, lots’a lines crossin’ through it? It’s like our trademark. Word of advice, you ever meet someone else with one of these, avoid ‘em. Especially if they got a lot’a lines. Trust me on that one." "I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks. But, uh, what do the lines mean exactly?" "That, I can’t answer." //Darn, guess she’s not ''that'' drunk.// "Best left to the imagination. Ugh, I need another drink now. You want anything?" She asks, bouncing her leg, clearly wanting to change the subject. "No thanks, I’m good." You reply, fiddling with the <<if $pessimistic gte $optimisitc>>half-empty<<else>>half-full<</if>> glass still sitting in front of you.<<else>>"Nothin’ fancy, just hired muscle basically—security. I work here sometimes actually." "A bouncer?" "Yeah, exactly. I’m pretty good at throwing people out on their ass when I need to. But I’m sure that won’t be an issue tonight, right?" She adds with a laugh, a current of threat underlying her words. "Of course." You respond with a nervous laugh of your own, shifting in your seat.<</if>> You allow the conversation to stagnant for a moment after that, as Sadie busies herself with flagging down the bartender again. Where to go from here? <<if $blackrose is 1>>You could try to dig deeper into The Black Rose, but something tells you she’ll be tight-lipped about it. Likely a dead end. <</if>>Maybe you could ask about the club itself? If she works here often, then there might be private rooms she uses to conduct business right? You doubt any clients hiring a hit would do it out in the open. Or, you could ask more about August. If you understand him better that could prove useful as well, albeit in a different way. *<<link "Ask her about the club. If there’s any places of interest, scoping them out could prove useful." "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "sadieclubtalk">><</link>> *<<link "Ask about August. Try to learn how he operates. Find something you can exploit." "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "sadieaugusttalk">><</link>> *<<link "Ask about August because, sure, he’s a murderer, but he’s also hot so… $flirt_label" "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "sadieaugustflirttalk">><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><</if>><<elseif $pyrewith is "amarafest">><<if $chap3sub is "amarasolo">>"Got it. I’ll have your drinks ready in just a moment." She says, hardly looking as she turns to grab the glasses and prepares the drinks with a practiced ease. Setting the three of them down before you in short order. Hardly more than a moment passing in the process. "Here you are. Call me over if you need anything else." And just like that, she’s gone and you are once more left with the two people you’d probably least like to be alone with given what happened last time. //Great.// At least you’re in a crowded, public place, they’d be hard pressed to do anything to you here. You’d //think// so anyway. For now, you’d better make the most of the situation you’ve made for yourself. Try to get them talking, see if you can get them to reveal anything that might lead to who hired them. "So," August says after taking a sip of his drink, twirling the toothpick that garnished it with one hand, "what brings you out to Club Pyre tonight, $yourname?" It’s an innocent enough question—and, maybe you’re just on edge—but you’d swear he’s fishing for something. //Just what game is he playing?// "The same reasons anyone comes to a club." You answer vaguely. "Drinking, dancing—just whatever seems fun." "Ah, <<if $mgen is "person">>someone<<else>>a $mgen<</if>> after my own heart. You’ve certainly come to the right place for that. As Sadie and myself can attest, you won’t find a better club in town. Isn’t that right Sadie?" She rolls her eyes, downing half her drink in one go. "It’s a club. That’s it. Keep blabbing like that and you’ll make $mhim regret sitting here. Assumin’ $mhes not already." You just smile and laugh. "It’s fine. Really." You say, but you feel your focus slipping. You’re starting to feel almost sick, sitting here with them. Sadie alone, you could probably handle, but him… A gnawing aching wound that festers under your ribs. The more they talk, so casually, as if nothing happened at all between you. Because to them, nothing //did// happen. Not yet. Only you remember. Only you have a reason to feel this way. You thought you could do this, but the glaring reminder of that night sitting before you is too much, too close. You have to will it away, forget it, or else you won’t make it through the night. <<if $cautious gt $reckless>>//Just smile, shove the feeling down, don’t give them a thing.//<<else>>You’re nearly certain the smile on your lips looks as fake as it feels. Brittle. One wrong move and it’ll break.<</if>> "Somehow I doubt //I’d// be the problem." You hear August reply, breaking through the fog of your thoughts. "Between the two of us, who do you think is the one scaring people off? Ah, what am I saying, of course my dear Sadie with her resting bitch face could never do that. Silly me." He says, a sickly sweet sarcasm dripping from his words. "You’re such a dick. I’m not //that// bad. I can talk to people just fine. I even have a girlfriend, unlike //some// people. Not my fault if I look intimidating or whatever." "Of course, my mistake. I understand not everyone can have the sort of popularity I do. It’s okay, we all have our shortcomings." Sadie snorts. "That’s a funny way to say ‘sleeps with anything with a pulse’." August, surprisingly—or not, it’s not like you actually //know// him—laughs. "Someone’s in a mood. Think I’ll head onto the floor for a while. We can talk later Sadie." He says, downing the rest of his drink in one smooth motion as he stands. "Care to join me, $yourname? I guarantee you’ll have a good time." Can you do that? //Should// you? To go off somewhere alone with him, just the thought of it has you shoving your anxiety down, away. Lock and key. But despite it all, technically, //he// hasn’t done anything to you yet. Would accepting really hurt anything? *<<link "Go with August, talking to him alone could prove a valuable opportunity." "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdance">><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "Go with August, because—//fuck//, you must be having a momentary lapse in judgment, but damn if he isn’t just as hot as he thinks he is. $flirt_label" "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdance">><<set $aaro += 1>><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "Stay with Sadie, you’d rather not risking going off anywhere with //him//. No chance." "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "sadietalk">><</link>> *<<link "Stay with Sadie, despite the circumstances, you’ve actually almost enjoyed speaking with her. For the most part." "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "sadietalk">><</link>><<else>>"Well then," she says with a forced cough, "now that we’ve got that stuff outta the way, what d’ya wanna do now? Doesn’t look like our lady goin’ anywhere anytime soon, so we probably have time to kill. Any grand plans before we inevitably sneak upstairs?" "Not sure I’d call them ‘grand’, but I can think of a few things. What about you? Any last hurrah you’d like to get underway before possibly getting caught and throttled by some dubious individuals?" "First plan of action—don’t get caught and don’t die. Simple enough. Second plan was just downing this drink I ordered and hitting the dance floor. Since, hey, what’s the point of clubbing if you’re not gonna have any fun, right?" You laugh. "Sounds like you’ve got it all figured out." "Yes, of course. I always think everything I do //completely// through. For sure. That being said, care to join me?" *<<link "“Sure, dancing sounds like fun.” You say, standing up to join her. //Could prove a good distraction as well.//" "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "amaradance">><</link>> *<<link "“With you? I’d like that.” You say, standing up to join her. //You certainly wouldn’t might getting closer to her, if nothing else.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "amaradancero">><<set $airo += 1>><</link>> *<<link "You shake your head. “You go have fun. I’ll stay here and keep an eye on things.”" "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "amaradanceno">><</link>><</if>><<elseif $pyrewith is "vreyes">><<if $chap3sub is "vreyessolo">>"Got it. I’ll have your drinks ready in just a moment." She says, hardly looking as she turns to grab the glasses and prepares the drinks with a practiced ease. Setting the three of them down before you in short order. Hardly more than a moment passing in the process. "Here you are. Call me over if you need anything else." And just like that, she’s gone and you are once more left with the two people you’d probably least like to be alone with given what happened last time. //Great.// At least you’re in a crowded, public place, they’d be hard pressed to do anything to you here. You’d //think// so anyway. For now, you’d better make the most of the situation you’ve made for yourself. Try to get them talking, see if you can get them to reveal anything that might lead to who hired them. "So," August says after taking a sip of his drink, twirling the toothpick that garnished it with one hand, "what brings you out to Club Pyre tonight, $yourname?" It’s an innocent enough question—and, maybe you’re just on edge—but you’d swear he’s fishing for something. //Just what game is he playing?// "The same reasons anyone comes to a club." You answer vaguely. "Drinking, dancing—just whatever seems fun." "Ah, <<if $mgen is "person">>someone<<else>>a $mgen<</if>> after my own heart. You’ve certainly come to the right place for that. As Sadie and myself can attest, you won’t find a better club in town. Isn’t that right Sadie?" She rolls her eyes, downing half her drink in one go. "It’s a club. That’s it. Keep blabbing like that and you’ll make $mhim regret sitting here. Assumin’ $mhes not already." You just smile and laugh. "It’s fine. Really." You say, but you feel your focus slipping. You’re starting to feel almost sick, sitting here with them. Sadie alone, you could probably handle, but him… A gnawing aching wound that festers under your ribs. The more they talk, so casually, as if nothing happened at all between you. Because to them, nothing //did// happen. Not yet. Only you remember. Only you have a reason to feel this way. You thought you could do this, but the glaring reminder of that night sitting before you is too much, too close. You have to will it away, forget it, or else you won’t make it through the night. <<if $cautious gt $reckless>>//Just smile, shove the feeling down, don’t give them a thing.//<<else>>You’re nearly certain the smile on your lips looks as fake as it feels. Brittle. One wrong move and it’ll break.<</if>> "Somehow I doubt //I’d// be the problem." You hear August reply, breaking through the fog of your thoughts. "Between the two of us, who do you think is the one scaring people off? Ah, what am I saying, of course my dear Sadie with her resting bitch face could never do that. Silly me." He says, a sickly sweet sarcasm dripping from his words. "You’re such a dick. I’m not //that// bad. I can talk to people just fine. I even have a girlfriend, unlike //some// people. Not my fault if I look intimidating or whatever." "Of course, my mistake. I understand not everyone can have the sort of popularity I do. It’s okay, we all have our shortcomings." Sadie snorts. "That’s a funny way to say ‘sleeps with anything with a pulse’." August, surprisingly—or not, it’s not like you actually //know// him—laughs. "Someone’s in a mood. Think I’ll head onto the floor for a while. We can talk later Sadie." He says, downing the rest of his drink in one smooth motion as he stands. "Care to join me, $yourname? I guarantee you’ll have a good time." Can you do that? //Should// you? To go off somewhere alone with him, just the thought of it has you shoving your anxiety down, away. Lock and key. But despite it all, technically, //he// hasn’t done anything to you yet. Would accepting really hurt anything? *<<link "Go with August, $vmr Zhang’s advice be damned, talking to him alone could prove a valuable opportunity." "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdance">><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "Go with August, because—//fuck//, you must be having a momentary lapse in judgment, but damn if he isn’t just as hot as he thinks he is. $flirt_label" "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdance">><<set $aaro += 1>><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "Stay with Sadie, you’d rather not risking going off anywhere with //him//. No chance. Maybe it isn’t wise to be with her alone either, but given the crowd at the bar…" "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "sadietalk">><</link>> *<<link "Stay with Sadie, despite the circumstances, you’ve actually almost enjoyed speaking with her. For the most part." "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "sadietalk">><</link>><<else>>"Well then," $vmr Zhang says with a deliberate cough, "with that out of the way, is there anything //anyone// would like to do before we need to head upstairs?" "Aw, c’mon, don’t look at me like that." Reyes says. "You’ve made your point clear, I’m doin’ my job like a good little employee, alright?" $vmr Zhang’s expression shifts into—//holy shit// is that a smirk? $vHe chuckles, low and quiet. "Thank you Reyes, I do appreciate your self-restraint. Anything you’d like to add, $mmr $lname?" *<<link "“Well… I was kind of hoping we could go dance? Just for a bit. If that’s something you’d be up for.” You say to $vmr Zhang with a smile." "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "vdance">><</link>> *<<link "“Actually, yes. I was hoping you might do me the honor of a dance, $vnick?” You ask with a flirtatious smile. $flirt_label" "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "vdancero">><<set $vro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "You shake your head. “Nope, nothing at all $vmr Zhang. I’m ready to focus on the task at hand.”" "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "vdanceno">><</link>><</if>><<elseif $pyrewith is "solo" and $sadieishere is 1>><<if $chap3sub is "augustsadie">><<if $chap3path is "sadiesusleave" or $chap3path is "sadierunaway" or $chap3path is "sadieleave">>"Got it. I’ll have your drinks ready in just a moment." She says, hardly looking as she turns to grab the glasses and prepares the drinks with a practiced ease. Setting the three of them down before you in short order. Hardly more than a moment passing in the process. "Here you are. Call me over if you need anything else." And just like that, she’s gone and you are once more left with the two people you’d probably least like to be alone with given what happened last time. //Great.// At least you’re in a crowded, public place, they’d be hard pressed to do anything to you here. You’d //think// so anyway. For now, you’d better make the most of the situation you’ve unwittingly found yourself in. Try to get them talking, see if you can get them to reveal anything that might lead to who hired them. "So," August says after taking a sip of his drink, twirling the toothpick that garnished it with one hand, "how do you two know each other? I don’t think I’ve heard Sadie mention you before." It’s an innocent enough question—and, maybe you’re just on edge—but you’d swear he’s fishing for something. //Just what game is he playing?// Thankfully, Sadie saves you from having to come up with a non-incriminating response to explain //that// fateful meeting. <<if $blackrosesus gte 15>>"Just ran into each other after the fest. I told ‘em about Club Pyre, and, well, you can figure out the rest." She explains to August, a small smirk on her lips.<<else>>"Ah, well, we were both at the music fest. Got to talkin’ and, you know how it goes." She explains shortly, looking somewhat bashful.<</if>> And you, you just smile and nod. You’re starting to feel almost sick, sitting here with them. Sadie alone, you could probably handle, but him… A gnawing aching wound that festers under your ribs. The more they talk, so casually, as if nothing happened at all between you. Because to them, nothing //did// happen. Not yet. Only you remember. Only you have a reason to feel this way. You thought you could do this, but the glaring reminder of that night sitting before you is too much, too close. You have to will it away, forget it, or else you won’t make it through the night. <<if $cautious gte $reckless>>//Just smile, shove the feeling down, don’t give them a thing.//<<else>>You’re nearly certain the smile on your lips looks as fake as it feels. Brittle. One wrong move and it’ll break.<</if>> "I see." You hear August reply, breaking through the fog of your thoughts. "Can’t say I’m surprised. Sadie //has// always had a knack for people. A real charmer, that one." He says, a sickly sweet sarcasm dripping from his words. "You’re such a dick. I’m not //that// bad. I //have// friends. A girlfriend even. Not my fault people find me intimidating or whatever." "Of course, my mistake. Not everyone can has the sort of popularity I have. It’s okay, we all have our shortcomings." Sadie snorts. "That’s a funny way to say ‘sleeps with anything with a pulse’." August, surprisingly—or not, it’s not like you actually //know// him—laughs. "Someone’s in a mood. Think I’ll head onto the floor for a while. We can talk later Sadie." He says, downing the rest of his drink in one smooth motion as he stands. "Care to join me, $yourname? I guarantee you’ll have a good time." Can you do that? //Should// you? To go off somewhere alone with him, just the thought of it has you shoving your anxiety down, away. Lock and key. But despite it all, technically, //he// hasn’t done anything to you yet. Would accepting really hurt anything? *<<link "Go with August, talking to him alone could prove a valuable opportunity." "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdance">><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "Go with August, because—//fuck//, you must be having a momentary lapse in judgment, but damn if he isn’t just as hot as he thinks he is. $flirt_label" "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdance">><<set $aaro += 1>><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "Stay with Sadie, you’d rather not risking going off anywhere with //him//. No chance." "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "sadietalk">><</link>> *<<link "Stay with Sadie, despite the circumstances, you’ve actually almost enjoyed speaking with her. For the most part." "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "sadietalk">><</link>><<else>>"Got it. I’ll have your drinks ready in just a moment." She says, hardly looking as she turns to grab the glasses and prepares the drinks with a practiced ease. Setting the three of them down before you in short order. Hardly more than a moment passing in the process. "Here you are. Call me over if you need anything else." And just like that, she’s gone and you are once more left with the two people you’d probably least like to be alone with given what happened last time. //Great.// At least you’re in a crowded, public place, they’d be hard pressed to do anything to you here. You’d //think// so anyway. For now, you’d better make the most of the situation you’ve made for yourself. Try to get them talking, see if you can get them to reveal anything that might lead to who hired them. "So," August says after taking a sip of his drink, twirling the toothpick that garnished it with one hand, "what brings you out to Club Pyre tonight, $yourname?" It’s an innocent enough question—and, maybe you’re just on edge—but you’d swear he’s fishing for something. //Just what game is he playing?// "The same reasons anyone comes to a club." You answer vaguely. "Drinking, dancing—just whatever seems fun." "Ah, <<if $mgen is "person">>someone<<else>>a $mgen<</if>> after my own heart. You’ve certainly come to the right place for that. As Sadie and myself can attest, you won’t find a better club in town. Isn’t that right Sadie?" She rolls her eyes, downing half her drink in one go. "It’s a club. That’s it. Keep blabbing like that and you’ll make $mhim regret sitting here. Assumin’ $mhes not already." You just smile and laugh. "It’s fine. Really." You say, but you feel your focus slipping. You’re starting to feel almost sick, sitting here with them. Sadie alone, you could probably handle, but him… A gnawing aching wound that festers under your ribs. The more they talk, so casually, as if nothing happened at all between you. Because to them, nothing //did// happen. Not yet. Only you remember. Only you have a reason to feel this way. You thought you could do this, but the glaring reminder of that night sitting before you is too much, too close. You have to will it away, forget it, or else you won’t make it through the night. <<if $cautious gt $reckless>>//Just smile, shove the feeling down, don’t give them a thing.//<<else>>You’re nearly certain the smile on your lips looks as fake as it feels. Brittle. One wrong move and it’ll break.<</if>> "Somehow I doubt //I’d// be the problem." You hear August reply, breaking through the fog of your thoughts. "Between the two of us, who do you think is the one scaring people off? Ah, what am I saying, of course my dear Sadie with her resting bitch face could never do that. Silly me." He says, a sickly sweet sarcasm dripping from his words. "You’re such a dick. I’m not //that// bad. I can talk to people just fine. I even have a girlfriend, unlike //some// people. Not my fault if I look intimidating or whatever." "Of course, my mistake. I understand not everyone can have the sort of popularity I do. It’s okay, we all have our shortcomings." Sadie snorts. "That’s a funny way to say ‘sleeps with anything with a pulse’." August, surprisingly—or not, it’s not like you actually //know// him—laughs. "Someone’s in a mood. Think I’ll head onto the floor for a while. We can talk later Sadie." He says, downing the rest of his drink in one smooth motion as he stands. "Care to join me, $yourname? I guarantee you’ll have a good time." Can you do that? //Should// you? To go off somewhere alone with him, just the thought of it has you shoving your anxiety down, away. Lock and key. But despite it all, technically, //he// hasn’t done anything to you yet. Would accepting really hurt anything? *<<link "Go with August, talking to him alone could prove a valuable opportunity." "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdance">><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "Go with August, because—//fuck//, you must be having a momentary lapse in judgment, but damn if he isn’t just as hot as he thinks he is. $flirt_label" "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdance">><<set $aaro += 1>><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "Stay with Sadie, you’d rather not risking going off anywhere with //him//. No chance." "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "sadietalk">><</link>> *<<link "Stay with Sadie, despite the circumstances, you’ve actually almost enjoyed speaking with her. For the most part." "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "sadietalk">><</link>><</if>><<else>>August smiles charmingly—perfect, practiced—eyes guileless and not betraying a thing. "I have a feeling the two of us will get along swimmingly." There’s no sign of recognition in his eyes but who’s to say that actually means anything, he could just have a good poker face. //Even so, better to play it safe.// You know what he’s capable of. He’s killed you once. You’d rather that be the first and last. "Right. Of course." You reply blandly, mind racing. //What does he want now?// "I hope you don’t mind, I just saw you sitting here by yourself and thought you might appreciate some company. Perhaps I could buy you a drink?" *<<link "“Sure, I wouldn’t mind some friendly conversation.” You reply, politely shutting down his attempts at flirting." "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3subsub to "aatalk">><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“Sure,” you reply, looking him over, “I certainly wouldn’t mind a handsome stranger joining me.” $flirt_label" "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3subsub to "aaflirt">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“Um, okay. I mean—that’d be nice. Thank you.” You reply, words flowing out in a jumbled mess. $flirt_label" "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3subsub to "aaflirt">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“No thanks.” You reply, raising your existing glass, still partially filled. “I’m actually meeting back up with a friend soon, so…”" "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3subsub to "aanope">><</link>><</if>><<elseif $pyrewith is "amara">><<if $chap3sub is "amarasolo">>"Got it. I’ll have your drinks ready in just a moment." She says, hardly looking as she turns to grab the glasses and prepares the drinks with a practiced ease. Setting them down before you in short order. Hardly more than a moment passing in the process. "Here you are. Call me over if you need anything else." And just like that, she’s gone and you are once more left with the one person you’d probably least like to be alone with given what happened last time. //Great.// At least you’re in a crowded, public place, he’d be hard pressed to do anything to you here. You’d //think// so anyway. For now, you’d better make the most of the situation you’ve made for yourself. Try to get him talking, see if you can get him to reveal anything that might lead to who hired him. "So," August says after taking a sip of his drink, twirling the toothpick that garnished it with one hand, "what brings you out to Club Pyre tonight, $yourname?" It’s an innocent enough question—and, maybe you’re just on edge—but you’d swear he’s fishing for something. //Just what game is he playing?// "The same reasons anyone comes to a club." You answer vaguely. "Drinking, dancing—just whatever seems fun." "Ah, <<if $mgen is "person">>someone<<else>>a $mgen<</if>> after my own heart. You’ve certainly come to the right place for that. You won’t find a better club in town. I promise you that." You just smile awkwardly. "Oh? Is that so?" You say, but you feel your focus slipping. You’re starting to feel almost sick, sitting here with him. Why did you think you could do this? That it would be easy… A gnawing aching wound that festers under your ribs. The more he talks, so casually, as if nothing happened at all between you. Because to him, nothing //did// happen. Not yet. Only you remember. Only you have a reason to feel this way. You thought you could do this, but the glaring reminder of that night sitting before you is too much, too close. You have to will it away, forget it, or else you won’t make it through the night. <<if $cautious gt $reckless>>//Just smile, shove the feeling down, don’t give them a thing.//<<else>>You’re nearly certain the smile on your lips looks as fake as it feels. Brittle. One wrong move and it’ll break.<</if>> "—Maybe I could show you sometime." You hear August say, breaking through the fog of your thoughts. Only realizing a moment too late that he was waiting for a reply. "Ah, am I boring you? I suppose I //can// talk too much. Or, perhaps… something else has you distracted, hm?" You chuckle nervously. "Ah, no. Sorry. Just got lost in thought for a second there. You were saying?" August, surprisingly—or not, it’s not like you actually //know// him—just smiles all the wider, like you’ve said something funny. "Nothing important really. Don’t worry about it. You know, I was actually thinking I might head onto the floor for a while. Care to join me, $yourname? I guarantee you’ll have a good time." Can you do that? //Should// you? To go off somewhere alone with him, just the thought of it has you shoving your anxiety down, away. Lock and key. But despite it all, technically, //he// hasn’t done anything to you yet. Would accepting really hurt anything? *<<link "Go with August, talking to him alone could prove a valuable opportunity." "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdance">><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "Go with August, because—//fuck//, you must be having a momentary lapse in judgment, but damn if he isn’t just as hot as he thinks he is. $flirt_label" "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdance">><<set $aaro += 1>><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "Stay at the bar, you’d rather not risking going off anywhere with //him//. No chance." "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "bouncertalk">><</link>> *<<link "Stay at the bar, you’ll take your chances here. You doubt you’d gain anything from dancing with him anyway." "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "bouncertalk">><</link>><<else>>"Well then," she says with a forced cough, "now that we’ve got that stuff outta the way, what d’ya wanna do now? Doesn’t look like our man's goin’ anywhere anytime soon, so we probably have time to kill. Any grand plans before we inevitably sneak upstairs?" "Not sure I’d call them ‘grand’, but I can think of a few things. What about you? Any last hurrah you’d like to get underway before possibly getting caught and throttled by some dubious individuals?" "First plan of action—don’t get caught and don’t die. Simple enough. Second plan was just downing this drink I ordered and hitting the dance floor. Since, hey, what’s the point of clubbing if you’re not gonna have any fun, right?" You laugh. "Sounds like you’ve got it all figured out." "Yes, of course. I always think everything I do //completely// through. For sure. That being said, care to join me?" *<<link "“Sure, dancing sounds like fun.” You say, standing up to join her. //Could prove a good distraction as well.//" "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "amaradance">><</link>> *<<link "“With you? I’d like that.” You say, standing up to join her. //You certainly wouldn’t might getting closer to her, if nothing else.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "amaradancero">><<set $airo += 1>><</link>> *<<link "You shake your head. “You go have fun. I’ll stay here and keep an eye on things.”" "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "amaradanceno">><</link>><</if>><<elseif $pyrewith is "v">><<if $chap3sub is "vsolo">>"Got it. I’ll have your drinks ready in just a moment." She says, hardly looking as she turns to grab the glasses and prepares the drinks with a practiced ease. Setting them down before you in short order. Hardly more than a moment passing in the process. "Here you are. Call me over if you need anything else." And just like that, she’s gone and you are once more left with the one person you’d probably least like to be alone with given what happened last time. //Great.// At least you’re in a crowded, public place, he’d be hard pressed to do anything to you here. You’d //think// so anyway. For now, you’d better make the most of the situation you’ve made for yourself. Try to get him talking, see if you can get him to reveal anything that might lead to who hired him. "So," August says after taking a sip of his drink, twirling the toothpick that garnished it with one hand, "what brings you out to Club Pyre tonight, $yourname?" It’s an innocent enough question—and, maybe you’re just on edge—but you’d swear he’s fishing for something. //Just what game is he playing?// "The same reasons anyone comes to a club." You answer vaguely. "Drinking, dancing—just whatever seems fun." "Ah, <<if $mgen is "person">>someone<<else>>a $mgen<</if>> after my own heart. You’ve certainly come to the right place for that. You won’t find a better club in town. I promise you that." You just smile awkwardly. "Oh? Is that so?" You say, but you feel your focus slipping. You’re starting to feel almost sick, sitting here with him. Why did you think you could do this? That it would be easy… A gnawing aching wound that festers under your ribs. The more he talks, so casually, as if nothing happened at all between you. Because to him, nothing //did// happen. Not yet. Only you remember. Only you have a reason to feel this way. You thought you could do this, but the glaring reminder of that night sitting before you is too much, too close. You have to will it away, forget it, or else you won’t make it through the night. <<if $cautious gt $reckless>>//Just smile, shove the feeling down, don’t give them a thing.//<<else>>You’re nearly certain the smile on your lips looks as fake as it feels. Brittle. One wrong move and it’ll break.<</if>> "—Maybe I could show you sometime." You hear August say, breaking through the fog of your thoughts. Only realizing a moment too late that he was waiting for a reply. "Ah, am I boring you? I suppose I //can// talk too much. Or, perhaps… something else has you distracted, hm?" You chuckle nervously. "Ah, no. Sorry. Just got lost in thought for a second there. You were saying?" August, surprisingly—or not, it’s not like you actually //know// him—just smiles all the wider, like you’ve said something funny. "Nothing important really. Don’t worry about it. You know, I was actually thinking I might head onto the floor for a while. Care to join me, $yourname? I guarantee you’ll have a good time." Can you do that? //Should// you? To go off somewhere alone with him, just the thought of it has you shoving your anxiety down, away. Lock and key. But despite it all, technically, //he// hasn’t done anything to you yet. Would accepting really hurt anything? *<<link "Go with August, $vmr Zhang's advice be damned, talking to him alone could prove a valuable opportunity." "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdance">><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "Go with August, because—//fuck//, you must be having a momentary lapse in judgment, but damn if he isn’t just as hot as he thinks he is. $flirt_label" "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdance">><<set $aaro += 1>><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "Stay at the bar, you’d rather not risking going off anywhere with //him//. No chance." "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "bouncertalk">><</link>> *<<link "Stay at the bar, you’ll take your chances here. You doubt you’d gain anything from dancing with him anyway." "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "bouncertalk">><</link>><<else>>"Well then," $vmr Zhang says with a deliberate cough, "with that out of the way, is there //anything// else you would like to do before we need to head upstairs?" <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>"I’m sure I have no idea what you’re implying." You tease with a grin. $vmr Zhang’s expression shifts into—//holy shit// is that a smirk? $vHe chuckles, low and quiet. "I’m certain you don’t. But, if you did, now would be the time."<<else>>"I think you’ve got me confused with Amara, I don't take unnecessary risks." You reply with a smile. $vmr Zhang’s expression shifts into—//holy shit// is that a smirk? $vHe chuckles, low and quiet. "I’m sure you don't. But, if you wanted to, now would be the time."<</if>> *<<link "“Well… I was kind of hoping we could go dance? Just for a bit. If that’s something you’d be up for.” You say to $vmr Zhang with a smile." "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "vdance">><</link>> *<<link "“Actually, yes. I was hoping you might do me the honor of a dance, $vnick?” You ask with a flirtatious smile. $flirt_label" "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "vdancero">><<set $vro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "You shake your head. “Nope, nothing at all $vmr Zhang. I’m ready to focus on the task at hand.”" "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "vdanceno">><</link>><</if>><<else>><<if $chap3sub is "augusttalk">>"Got it. I’ll have your drinks ready in just a moment." She says, hardly looking as she turns to grab the glasses and prepares the drinks with a practiced ease. Setting them down before you in short order. Hardly more than a moment passing in the process. "Here you are. Call me over if you need anything else." And just like that, she’s gone and you are once more left with the one person you’d probably least like to be alone with given what happened last time. //Great.// At least you’re in a crowded, public place, he’d be hard pressed to do anything to you here. You’d //think// so anyway. For now, you’d better make the most of the situation you’ve made for yourself. Try to get him talking, see if you can get him to reveal anything that might lead to who hired him. "So," August says after taking a sip of his drink, twirling the toothpick that garnished it with one hand, "what brings you out to Club Pyre tonight, $yourname?" It’s an innocent enough question—and, maybe you’re just on edge—but you’d swear he’s fishing for something. //Just what game is he playing?// "The same reasons anyone comes to a club." You answer vaguely. "Drinking, dancing—just whatever seems fun." "Ah, <<if $mgen is "person">>someone<<else>>a $mgen<</if>> after my own heart. You’ve certainly come to the right place for that. You won’t find a better club in town. I promise you that." You just smile awkwardly. "Oh? Is that so?" You say, but you feel your focus slipping. You’re starting to feel almost sick, sitting here with him. Why did you think you could do this? That it would be easy… A gnawing aching wound that festers under your ribs. The more he talks, so casually, as if nothing happened at all between you. Because to him, nothing //did// happen. Not yet. Only you remember. Only you have a reason to feel this way. You thought you could do this, but the glaring reminder of that night sitting before you is too much, too close. You have to will it away, forget it, or else you won’t make it through the night. <<if $cautious gt $reckless>>//Just smile, shove the feeling down, don’t give them a thing.//<<else>>You’re nearly certain the smile on your lips looks as fake as it feels. Brittle. One wrong move and it’ll break.<</if>> "—Maybe I could show you sometime." You hear August say, breaking through the fog of your thoughts. Only realizing a moment too late that he was waiting for a reply. "Ah, am I boring you? I suppose I //can// talk too much. Or, perhaps… something else has you distracted, hm?" You chuckle nervously. "Ah, no. Sorry. Just got lost in thought for a second there. You were saying?" August, surprisingly—or not, it’s not like you actually //know// him—just smiles all the wider, like you’ve said something funny. "Nothing important really. Don’t worry about it. You know, I was actually thinking I might head onto the floor for a while. Care to join me, $yourname? I guarantee you’ll have a good time." Can you do that? //Should// you? To go off somewhere alone with him, just the thought of it has you shoving your anxiety down, away. Lock and key. But despite it all, technically, //he// hasn’t done anything to you yet. Would accepting really hurt anything? *<<link "Go with August, talking to him alone could prove a valuable opportunity." "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdance">><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "Go with August, because—//fuck//, you must be having a momentary lapse in judgment, but damn if he isn’t just as hot as he thinks he is. $flirt_label" "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdance">><<set $aaro += 1>><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "Stay at the bar, you’d rather not risking going off anywhere with //him//. No chance." "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "bouncertalk">><</link>> *<<link "Stay at the bar, you’ll take your chances here. You doubt you’d gain anything from dancing with him anyway." "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3sub to "bouncertalk">><</link>><<else>>August smiles charmingly—perfect, practiced—eyes guileless and not betraying a thing. "I have a feeling the two of us will get along swimmingly." There’s no sign of recognition in his eyes but who’s to say that actually means anything, he could just have a good poker face. //Even so, better to play it safe.// You know what he’s capable of. He’s killed you once. You’d rather that be the first and last. "Right. Of course." You reply blandly, mind racing. //What does he want now?// "I hope you don’t mind, I just saw you sitting here by yourself and thought you might appreciate some company. Perhaps I could buy you a drink?" *<<link "“Sure, I wouldn’t mind some friendly conversation.” You reply, politely shutting down his attempts at flirting." "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3subsub to "aatalk">><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“Sure,” you reply, looking him over, “I certainly wouldn’t mind a handsome stranger joining me.” $flirt_label" "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3subsub to "aaflirt">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“Um, okay. I mean—that’d be nice. Thank you.” You reply, words flowing out in a jumbled mess. $flirt_label" "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3subsub to "aaflirt">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“No thanks.” You reply, raising your existing glass, still partially filled. “I’m actually meeting back up with a friend soon, so…”" "chap3pyre4">><<set $chap3subsub to "aanope">><</link>><</if>><</if>>

<<if $pyrewith is "sadie">><<if $chap3sub is "augustdance">>His smile shifts, a catlike quality to it. //Someone who’s got exactly what he wants.// "Then, shall we?" He says, offering a hand to you. You place your own in his, allowing him to tug you in closer. And then, there you are. The heat of the lights bearing down on you. Neon bright and sharp spots in the dim ambiance of the room. Music played so loud you feel its thrum vibrating under your skin even as far out as you are. The press of bodies as they move and sway around you. Him pulling you in, urging you to join them. "Follow my lead, won’t you sunshine?" He says, <<if $aaro gte 1>>leaned in so close, you feel his breath hot in your ear. Unable to suppress the resulting shiver, you nod numbly in response, mouth suddenly gone dry.<<else>>leaning in close to be heard over the noise. You nod for lack of anything else to do, not entirely sure what you’ve gotten yourself into.<</if>> One hand settles firmly into yours, the other slips around your waist with a practiced ease. //He’s done this before.// You think, but your mind goes blank before you can expand on it, August pulling you seamlessly into his motion. You’ve never danced before. Not really. //Not like this.// Like the tides under the pull of the moon, helplessly, effortlessly moved. <<if $aaro gte 1>>Entranced. Stuck in his gravity, hardly a hair’s breadth between you.<<else>>Unwillingly entranced. Stuck in his gravity, almost too close for comfort.<</if>> It should feel out of place here, in a club, somewhere dancing amounts more to drunken stumbling and grinding than anything else. But August makes it seem so <<if $aaro gte 1>>//right.//<<else>>//simple.//<</if>> Bend and flow, sway and turn, each movement made easy as you follow him like a moth to a flame. //Fire.// It’s a good comparison. Bright and burning, all encompassing, the flames flickering and dancing on a whim. It’s mesmerizing to watch, much less to be pulled against. Made to move with the fire, one misstep and you’ll burn. Ashes abound, yet knowing the risks you can’t help but lose yourself in it. Even if only for a moment, for one beat, one single song, you can’t help but play with fire. <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>Like always, you never heed the warnings. Never look before you leap. Simply trusting you’ll land safely and unscathed.<<else>>It’s not like you, to be so reckless. Ignoring the flashing red warning signs. But, right now, you can’t help but be swept up in the moment.<</if>> Slowly the song meets its ends, some generic synth beat taking its place. August smoothly moves just a step away, hand still held in his as he maneuvers the two of you off the dance floor and back towards the bar. "See? Wasn’t that so much better? You just needed to let loose, less thinking more doing. And I’d say you did exceptional well. Though, if you wanted some more... //practice,// I certainly wouldn’t say no." He says, sliding one arm lazily to rest on the small of your back. <<if $aaro gte 1>>Part of you wants to say yes, the more sensible part reminds you what you’re here for. //Why// you’re here. Who he is to you. One little reality check is all it takes for the spell to be broken, the fog to dissipate, and for you to come back down to earth.<<else>>You step back, just out of reach, somewhat uncomfortable with his blatant flirting. You must have really lost it for a second there. To be taken in by him so quickly. //He really is dangerous.//<</if>> "Maybe later." You make yourself speak, noncommittal, casual. <span class="next"><<button "//What are you getting yourself into?//" "chap3pyrecon">><</button>></span><<elseif $chap3sub is "augustdancewatch">>His smile shifts, <<if $aaro gte 1>>tugging down just a touch before he forces it back into place.<<else>>looking briefly displeased. Before his expression clears, benign smile back in place.<</if>> "Suit yourself." He says, with a shrug, then, turning and beckoning a nearby woman over. "Well, at least you can watch." And then, there you are, standing still on the dance floor. The heat of the lights bearing down on you. Neon bright and sharp spots in the dim ambiance of the room. Music played so loud you feel its thrum vibrating under your skin even as far out as you are. The press of bodies as they move and sway around you. Him pulling the woman in close. "Follow my lead, won’t you darling?" He says to his partner, leaned in so close he must be speaking directly into her ear. Only just loud enough for you to still catch. //Is he doing that intentionally?// Based on the look he sends you over her shoulder it sure looks like it. <<if $aaro gte 1>>//As if he’d rather be with you instead.//<<else>>//Is he trying to make you jealous?// You roll your eyes, unimpressed.<</if>> //You are here to dance, aren’t you?// Well, not really, but you might as well. Don’t think you’ll get anything from August like this. <<if $expressive gte $stoic>>//When in Rome...// You allow yourself to sway to the beat, lose yourself to it. Move with the rhythm, just let loose. Have fun.<<else>>You allow yourself to sway to the beat, just a tiny thing. Tap your foot to the rhythm. Have fun.<</if>> Distracted as you are, you almost forget who it is you’re standing by, until your eyes catch on the pair beside you. You’ve never seen anyone dance like they do. Like //him.// Not really anyway. Like the tides under the pull of the moon, the woman seems so helplessly, effortlessly moved. It should feel out of place here, in a club, somewhere dancing amounts more to drunken stumbling and grinding than anything else—or, the little side to side motion you’ve fallen into. But August makes it seem so <<if $aaro gte 1>>//right.//<<else>>//simple.//<</if>> Bend and flow, sway and turn, each movement made easy as your eyes follow him like a moth to a flame. //Fire.// It’s a good comparison. Bright and burning, all encompassing, the flames flickering and dancing on a whim. It’s mesmerizing to watch. You know you’re staring, but try as you might you can’t look away. Even if only for a moment, for a beat, one single song, you can’t help but gaze into the fire. <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>Like always, you never heed the warnings. Never look before you leap. Simply trusting you’ll land safely and unscathed.<<else>>It’s not like you, to be so reckless. Ignoring the flashing red warning signs. But, right now, you can’t help but be swept up in the moment.<</if>> Slowly the song meets its ends, some generic synth beat taking its place. August smoothly moves just a step away, dropping her hand and wandering back over to you. The two of you moving off the dance floor and heading back towards the bar. "I saw you watching. You sure you don’t want that dance?" He says, sidling up next to you<<if $aaro gte 1>>, smile coy and inviting<</if>>. <<if $aaro gte 1>>Part of you wants to say yes, the more sensible part reminds you what you’re here for. //Why// you’re here. Who he is to you. One little reality check is all it takes for the spell to be broken, the fog to dissipate, and for you to come back down to earth.<<else>>You step back, just out of reach, somewhat uncomfortable. You must have really lost it for a second there. To be taken in by him so quickly. //He really is dangerous.//<</if>> "Maybe later." You make yourself speak, noncommittal, casual. <span class="next"><<button "//What are you getting yourself into?//" "chap3pyrecon">><</button>></span><<elseif $chap3sub is "sadieclubtalk">>"So, what do you usually do here? Just stick to the bar?" You ask, casually, as if simply making conversation. Seeing what’s good. "Mostly, yeah. I’m not much of a dancer and most’a the music they play is shit. I’m usually with friends though. Don’t care to drink alone." "What made you decide to come tonight then?" She shrugs. "August asked me to. Something about a person he’s meetin’. I don’t know. Figures he would leave me at the bar and wander off. Bastard." "That sucks. A friend of his?" "Nah, some business type crap. They got some private rooms here, upstairs, he likes to use. VIP shit. Gotta either have the cash to rent out or know someone that knows someone to get access. They’re mostly used by rich assholes, loaded with booze and under the table deals. That kinda stuff. August said he likes ‘em for the ‘ambiance’, the freak."<<set $vipaccess to "known">> "Oh, I guess that makes sense. I’ve heard of some clubs having private booths and the like. Is that where he went off to?" "No way, he wouldn’t have invited you along if that were the case. No offense. He’s just dancing. Probably gonna meet up with whoever it is, later. That’s my guess anyway." "Makes sense. What do you think—" <span class="next"><<button "Next" "chap3pyre5">><</button>></span><<elseif $chap3sub is "sadieaugusttalk">>"So, I was wondering, about August…" "What of him?" Sadie asks, raising an eyebrow. "I’d like to know more about him. If you’re okay with that. He seems like an interesting person." "Ugh, where to even start with that guy?" Sadie says, taking a swig of her beer. "He’s real full of himself. The type of guy who thinks he’s hot shit, can do whatever he wants, //get// whatever he wants. He’s charming, I’ll give him that. He’s a therapist’s wet dream and, no, I don’t intend that as a compliment." "No offense, but why do you even hang out with him if he's that bad?" "Fair question. Honestly ask myself that some days. He’s an asshole, no doubt about it, but we make a good team. So I can put up with his shit. Most days." She finishes with a grimace, staring into her empty glass. "Guess today’s not one of them, huh?" You say. “Then, what do you think—" <span class="next"><<button "Next" "chap3pyre5">><</button>></span><<elseif $chap3sub is "sadieaugustflirttalk">>"So, I was wondering, about August..." "Oh no. Don’t tell me." Sadie says, looking at you in abject despair. "What?" You ask, genuinely startled. "Please tell me you have higher standards than //that//. Like, okay, sure, he’s good looking—I //guess//—but c’mon, did you hear the way he talks? You could do //so// much better." <<if $stoic gt $expressive>>"I—that’s not, I mean… I’d just like to know more about him. Not—like that."<<else>>"I mean… Look, my questionable standards aside." //And oh boy were they.// "I’d just like to know more about him. That’s all."<</if>> "Ugh, where to even start with that guy?" Sadie says, taking a swig of her beer. "He’s real full of himself. The type of guy who thinks he’s hot shit, can do whatever he wants, //get// whatever he wants. He’s charming, I’ll give him that. He’s a therapist’s wet dream and, no, I don’t intend that as a compliment." "No offense, but why do you even hang out with him if he's that bad?" "Fair question. Honestly ask myself that some days. He’s an asshole, no doubt about it, but we make a good team. So I can put up with his shit. Most days." She finishes with a grimace, staring into her empty glass. "Guess today’s not one of them, huh?" You say. "Then, what do you think—" <span class="next"><<button "Next" "chap3pyre5">><</button>></span><</if>><<elseif $pyrewith is "amarafest">><<if $chap3sub is "augustdance">>August’s grin widens as you stand to join him. "Good choice." He says, gesturing for you to follow him. "You won’t be disappointed." <<if $cautious gte $reckless>>You hesitate for a brief moment, stomach tied in knots. //You can do this. Nothing’s going to happen, it’s just a dance.//<<else>>You follow him without hesitation, not too worried given the sheer number of people surrounding you. //So long as you don’t do anything stupid.//<</if>> "Good luck with that." Sadie scoffs as you allow August to lead you out onto the floor. August just shakes his head, ignoring her comment, and keeps walking. You trail behind him as he weaves his way through the crowd, dodging the moving forms of people dancing to the beat. "Here’s the spot." He says, coming to a stop in an emptier area at the edge of the floor. "Less people around here, so you don’t have to worry too much about some idiot bumping into you. Music’s a bit less migraine inducing over here too. You dance much?" <<if $stoic gte $expressive>>"Not too much no." You reply honestly.<<else>>"Oh, yeah, of course! Not saying I’m //good// at it, but it’s fun." You reply with a chuckle.<</if>> "Well, I could show you the ropes if you’d like. As a more, let’s say, experienced dancer." *<<link "“Sure, that works for me.” You casually agree. //Keep your enemies close and all that.//" "chap3pyre5">><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "You give him a once over, gaze lingering on the plunging vee of his shirt and tight fit of his pants. “Yes //please.//” $flirt_label" "chap3pyre5">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“Yes please.” You say immediately. “I mean. If you’re sure.” //Smooth moves, that didn’t come off as too eager at all!// $flirt_label" "chap3pyre5">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“No thanks, I think I’m good enough. At least for a club.” You decline. //Just sticking near him is enough. No need to get ''that'' close.//" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdancewatch">><</link>> *<<link "“No, no! That’s all right. Thank you.” You reply quickly, uncomfortable with the idea of allowing him to touch you." "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdancewatch">><</link>> *<<link "“No, no! That’s all right. Thank you.” You reply quickly, heat rushing to your face at the thought of getting that close to him. $flirt_label" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdancewatch">><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><<elseif $chap3sub is "sadietalk">>Suit yourself." August says with a shrug. "If you change your mind, I’ll be over there." "I’ll keep that in mind." You reply evenly. And with that, he’s off, slinking away into the throng of people and disappearing from view. "Good riddance. Glad he’s finally gone. Asshole." Sadie says, more to herself than to you, once he’s fully out of sight. "He sure is something. How do the two of you know each other, if you don’t mind me asking?" Sadie shrugs. "We just work together. Not even really sure if you could call us friends." "Oh, I see. What do the two of you do for work?" You ask, pulse racing as you desperately feint nonchalance. //Not that you think she’ll be honest, but, who knows?// "Nothin’ fancy, just hired muscle basically—security. I work here sometimes actually." "A bouncer?" "Yeah, exactly. I’m pretty good at throwing people out on their ass when I need to. But I’m sure that won’t be an issue tonight, right?" She adds with a laugh, a current of threat underlying her words. "Of course." You respond with a nervous laugh of your own, shifting in your seat. You allow the conversation to stagnant for a moment after that, as Sadie busies herself with flagging down the bartender again. Where to go from here? <<if $blackrose is 1>>You could try to dig deeper into The Black Rose, but something tells you she’ll be tight-lipped about it. Likely a dead end. <</if>>Maybe you could ask about the club itself? If she works here often, then there might be private rooms she uses to conduct business right? You doubt any clients hiring a hit would do it out in the open. Or, you could ask more about August. If you understand him better that could prove useful as well, albeit in a different way. *<<link "Ask her about the club. If there’s any places of interest, scoping them out could prove useful." "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3sub to "sadieclubtalk">><</link>> *<<link "Ask about August. Try to learn how he operates. Find something you can exploit." "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3sub to "sadieaugusttalk">><</link>> *<<link "Ask about August because, sure, he’s a murderer, but he’s also hot so… $flirt_label" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3sub to "sadieaugustflirttalk">><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><<elseif $chap3sub is "amaradance">>"We’re here for a good time not a long time." Amara says sagely. "Might as well make the most of it. Let’s go!" Then, without waiting for your response, Amara wraps one hand around your wrist and pulls you out onto the floor, moving through the swath of bodies swaying around you. The heat of the lights bears down on you. Neon bright and sharp spots in the dim ambiance of the room. Music played so loud you feel its thrum vibrating under your skin, growing as you near the stage. "Here looks like a good spot, don’t’cha think?" <<if $pessimistic gt $optimistic>>"As good as any other. Sure." You shrug.<<else>>"Right up by the speakers. Perfect for early onset hearing loss." You reply cheerfully.<</if>> She chuckles. "Yeah, yeah. Less talkin’ more dancing. C’mon!" Amara makes it look so easy, falling into tempo, swaying her hips to the beat. Twisting and turning, moving with the crowd. Loose and free. Even given the simplicity of her movements, it’s clear she’s a decent dancer. The way she holds herself, the flow of the steps she makes, is evidence itself. You doubt you’ll be half as good, <<if $expressive gt $stoic>>even if you enjoy dancing from time to time, <</if>>you just don’t have much skill in that area. <<if $expressive gte $stoic>>//Well, when in Rome...// You allow yourself to sway to the beat regardless, lose yourself to it. Move with the rhythm, just let loose. Have fun.<<else>>Regardless, you allow yourself to sway to the beat, just a tiny thing. Tap your foot to the rhythm. Have fun.<</if>> Amara’s smile widens when she sees you join in. The two of you stick close, not wanting to lose each other in the crowd. Only an arm’s length away. Slowly the song meets its ends, some generic synth beat taking its place. Amara bouncing on the balls of her feet as she turns to you. "As fun as that was, seems like we might be needed elsewhere." She says, jutting her chin to the side. You look over just in time to see the red-haired woman walking with your hitman away from the bar and towards the back of the club, before being swallowed up by the crowd. "VIP section?" You ask, already knowing the answer. Amara’s grin takes a mischievous turn. "Good thing I’ve already got a plan or two, huh?" <<if $cautious gt $reckless>>"All right." You say reluctantly. "But we should be careful. We can’t risk getting caught here."<<else>>You grin. "Not like a little trespassing’s ever hurt anyone, right?"<</if>> //Let’s just hope you don’t both end the night in handcuffs.// <span class="next"><<button "Or as a bloodstain on the wall." "chap3pyre6">><</button>></span><<elseif $chap3sub is "amaradancero">>"Oh? So that’s how you want to play it?" A teasing smirk forming on her lips. "Well, suppose I could oblige." Then, without leaving you time to respond, Amara wraps one hand around your wrist and pulls you out onto the floor, moving through the swath of bodies swaying around you. The heat of the lights bears down on you. Neon bright and sharp spots in the dim ambiance of the room. Music played so loud you feel its thrum vibrating under your skin, growing as you near the stage. "Ready, $fname?" She asks, offering a hand to you with an over the top bow. You place your own in hers, allowing her to pull you in closer. <<if $pessimistic gt $optimistic>>"As I’ll ever be." You respond with a chuckle.<<else>>"Aren’t I always?" You respond with an airy laugh.<</if>> "Good. Follow my lead for this one." She says with a wink. "I want to try somethin’, okay?" You nod, thoughtlessly, mouth gone dry as she maneuvers you where she wants you, hands guiding you with care. One hand rejoins yours, while the other slips around your waist with a gentle pressure. //Almost hesitant.// You think, before Amara starts to move. You weren’t expecting //this.// This—tender, sweet thing. Slow dancing. Amara treats it like it’s the most natural thing in the world, as though she were at a wedding’s reception and not a nightclub. It should feel out of place, most of the music being upbeat, electronic tracks meant for drunken stumbling and grinding more than anything else, and yet, somehow, she makes it work. Bend and flow, sway and turn, each movement made easy as you follow her. As you dance, pressed close together, intertwined, you find Amara begin to add more flourish to her movements. A twirl here, a swing there. She dances as if she hasn’t a care in the world. Unburdened. //Free.// You can’t help but be swept up in the moment. Both figuratively and literally, as she sweeps you into a dip. Unpracticed as it is, a sloppy improvised gesture, she manages it well. //Stronger than she looks.// You think as she sets you on your feet. She laughs, clear and bright. Barely heard over the music, but you still feel its ensuing warmth vividly. Slowly the song meets its ends, some generic synth beat taking its place. Amara bouncing on the balls of her feet as she steps back, hand still loosely hanging onto yours. "Now’s the time I’d ask for a second dance but, seems like we might be needed elsewhere." She says, jutting her chin to the side. You look over just in time to see the red-haired woman walking with your hitman away from the bar and towards the back of the club, before being swallowed up by the crowd. "VIP section?" You ask, already knowing the answer. Amara’s grin takes a mischievous turn. "Good thing I’ve already got a plan or two, huh?" <<if $cautious gt $reckless>>"All right." You say reluctantly. "But we should be careful. We can’t risk getting caught here."<<else>>You grin. "Not like a little trespassing’s ever hurt anyone, right?"<</if>> //Let’s just hope you don’t both end the night in handcuffs.// <span class="next"><<button "Or as a bloodstain on the wall." "chap3pyre6">><</button>></span><<else>>"Suit yourself." She says with a shrug. "I’ll be near the stage if you need me." "I’ll keep that in mind. Go have fun." One energetic wave later, and you lose her as she weaves her way into the crowded dance floor. With nothing else to do, you decide to grab a drink at the bar, a ways away from the pair still seated in the corner, but close enough to keep an eye on them. Possibly do a little eavesdropping. //Just in case.// Settling in, five seats between you and them, you flag down a bartender. A young woman with a stern professional look, the no-nonsense type that almost reminds you of $vmr Zhang. "What can I get for you?" She asks, a practiced smile on her lips. *<<link "You just order your favorite cocktail, best stick to the familiar." "chap3pyre5">><<set $mcdrink to "cocktail">><<set $sober to 0>><</link>> *<<link "A beer sounds pretty good right now. You ask for whatever’s good on tap." "chap3pyre5">><<set $mcdrink to "beer">><<set $sober to 0>><</link>> *<<link "You ask for vodka. No, not a shot. A glass." "chap3pyre5">><<set $mcdrink to "vodka">><<set $sober to 0>><</link>> *<<link "Just water, you’d rather be sober right now." "chap3pyre5">><<set $mcdrink to "water">><</link>> *<<link "Just water, you don’t drink." "chap3pyre5">><<set $mcdrink to "water">><<set $sober to 1>><</link>><</if>><<elseif $pyrewith is "vreyes">><<if $chap3sub is "augustdance">>August’s grin widens as you stand to join him. "Good choice." He says, gesturing for you to follow him. "You won’t be disappointed." <<if $cautious gte $reckless>>You hesitate for a brief moment, stomach tied in knots. //You can do this. Nothing’s going to happen, it’s just a dance.//<<else>>You follow him without hesitation, not too worried given the sheer number of people surrounding you. //So long as you don’t do anything stupid.//<</if>> "Good luck with that." Sadie scoffs as you allow August to lead you out onto the floor. August just shakes his head, ignoring her comment, and keeps walking. You trail behind him as he weaves his way through the crowd, dodging the moving forms of people dancing to the beat. "Here’s the spot." He says, coming to a stop in an emptier area at the edge of the floor. "Less people around here, so you don’t have to worry too much about some idiot bumping into you. Music’s a bit less migraine inducing over here too. You dance much?" <<if $stoic gte $expressive>>"Not too much no." You reply honestly.<<else>>"Oh, yeah, of course! Not saying I’m //good// at it, but it’s fun." You reply with a chuckle.<</if>> "Well, I could show you the ropes if you’d like. As a more, let’s say, experienced dancer." *<<link "“Sure, that works for me.” You casually agree. //Keep your enemies close and all that.//" "chap3pyre5">><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "You give him a once over, gaze lingering on the plunging vee of his shirt and tight fit of his pants. “Yes //please.//” $flirt_label" "chap3pyre5">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“Yes please.” You say immediately. “I mean. If you’re sure.” //Smooth moves, that didn’t come off as too eager at all!// $flirt_label" "chap3pyre5">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“No thanks, I think I’m good enough. At least for a club.” You decline. //Just sticking near him is enough. No need to get ''that'' close.//" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdancewatch">><</link>> *<<link "“No, no! That’s all right. Thank you.” You reply quickly, uncomfortable with the idea of allowing him to touch you." "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdancewatch">><</link>> *<<link "“No, no! That’s all right. Thank you.” You reply quickly, heat rushing to your face at the thought of getting that close to him. $flirt_label" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdancewatch">><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><<elseif $chap3sub is "sadietalk">>Suit yourself." August says with a shrug. "If you change your mind, I’ll be over there." "I’ll keep that in mind." You reply evenly. And with that, he’s off, slinking away into the throng of people and disappearing from view. "Good riddance. Glad he’s finally gone. Asshole." Sadie says, more to herself than to you, once he’s fully out of sight. "He sure is something. How do the two of you know each other, if you don’t mind me asking?" Sadie shrugs. "We just work together. Not even really sure if you could call us friends." "Oh, I see. What do the two of you do for work?" You ask, pulse racing as you desperately feint nonchalance. //Not that you think she’ll be honest, but, who knows?// "Nothin’ fancy, just hired muscle basically—security. I work here sometimes actually." "A bouncer?" "Yeah, exactly. I’m pretty good at throwing people out on their ass when I need to. But I’m sure that won’t be an issue tonight, right?" She adds with a laugh, a current of threat underlying her words. "Of course." You respond with a nervous laugh of your own, shifting in your seat. You allow the conversation to stagnant for a moment after that, as Sadie busies herself with flagging down the bartender again. Where to go from here? <<if $blackrose is 1>>You could try to dig deeper into The Black Rose, but something tells you she’ll be tight-lipped about it. Likely a dead end. <</if>>Maybe you could ask about the club itself? If she works here often, then there might be private rooms she uses to conduct business right? You doubt any clients hiring a hit would do it out in the open. Or, you could ask more about August. If you understand him better that could prove useful as well, albeit in a different way. *<<link "Ask her about the club. If there’s any places of interest, scoping them out could prove useful." "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3sub to "sadieclubtalk">><</link>> *<<link "Ask about August. Try to learn how he operates. Find something you can exploit." "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3sub to "sadieaugusttalk">><</link>> *<<link "Ask about August because, sure, he’s a murderer, but he’s also hot so… $flirt_label" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3sub to "sadieaugustflirttalk">><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><<elseif $chap3sub is "vdance">>$vmr Zhang looks at you apprehensively. "Must we?" "Oh, come on Vic. I can handle things here. Go have some fun for once! I’ll grab you if anything happens, okay?" Reyes says, nudging $vhim up and out of the booth, you standing to join $vhim. "I //do// have fun you know." $vmr Zhang says with a glare. "But fine. I’ll go. Only for one song." "One song." You agree, <<if $expressive gte $stoic>>tugging on $vhis wrist<<else>>with a small smile<</if>> leading $vhim out onto the floor, weaving through the crowd of bodies pressed in around you to find a somewhat less occupied place. Settling on the fringe of the dance floor—the heat of the lights bearing down on you, neon bright spots in the dim—you come to a stop and offer $vmr Zhang your hand with a flourish. "Do you even know how to waltz? Foxtrot? Any ballroom at all?" $vHe asks with a scoff. "Uh, well… Most people don’t do that at clubs anyway, right?" "In that case, perhaps I should lead." $vHe says, maneuvering your hands into position, one remaining clasped in $vhis. "Think you can handle following, $fname?" "Oh, we’re really doing this aren’t we?" You ask with a laugh. "Sure, why not? Let’s see what you've got $vnick." And just like that, you find yourself pulled into motion. One, two, three. //One two, three.// You mirror $vhis steps as much as you’re able, helpless to do anything but lest you step on your boss’s toes. Waltzing. In a //club// of all places. It’s, frankly, ridiculous. Made even more so with the upbeat, electronic track meant for drunken stumbling and grinding more than anything else blasting from the speakers. And then there’s $vmr Zhang $vself. All overly serious and perfectly poised—clearly $vhe sees the humor in this as well as you do—it takes every shred of your concentration to not burst out laughing. Like that, $vhe pulls you along, steady and smooth. Flow and turn, swing and sway. A perfect example of a waltz fit for a ballroom. And through it all, $vhis expression doesn’t change a bit, even as $vhe attempts to force your movements to match the rhythm of the song with varying success. Giggles bubbling out now and then, stifled, as you fail to suppress them. $vHis stern expression finally cracks, as the song meets its end, a laughing grin taking it’s place and ruining the whole facade. $vHe steps back with a flourish, dropping his arms from you and giving a perfectly executed, if exaggerated, bow. "Not terrible for your first time. You’ll make a fine student yet." $vmr Zhang says with a chuckle. "A shame then, that we’ll have to end it here, but it seems we’re needed elsewhere." With a subtle gesture to the side, you look over just in time to see the red-haired woman walking with your hitman away from the bar and towards the back of the club, before being swallowed up by the crowd. "VIP section?" You ask soberly, already knowing the answer. "More than likely. We should go find Reyes before anything else." <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>You grin. "Works for me. Seems a little trespassing may be in order."<<else>>"All right." You say somewhat reluctantly. //It should be fine, sneaking up there with the boss as cautious as $vhe is, right?//<</if>> //Let’s just hope you don’t both end the night in handcuffs.// <span class="next"><<button "Or as a bloodstain on the wall." "chap3pyre6">><</button>></span><<elseif $chap3sub is "vdancero">>$vmr Zhang looks at you hesitantly. "I… don’t know. Are you certain that’s a good idea?" "Oh, come on Vic. I can handle things here. Go have some fun for once! I’ll grab you if anything happens, okay?" Reyes says, nudging $vhim up and out of the booth, you standing to join $vhim. "I //do// have fun you know." $vmr Zhang says with a glare. "But fine. I’ll go. Only for one song." "One song." You agree, <<if $expressive gte $stoic>>tugging on $vhis wrist<<else>>with a small smile<</if>> leading $vhim out onto the floor, weaving through the crowd of bodies pressed in around you to find a somewhat less occupied place. Settling on the fringe of the dance floor—the heat of the lights bearing down on you, neon bright spots in the dim—you come to a stop and offer $vmr Zhang your hand with a flourish. "Do you even know how to waltz? Foxtrot? Any ballroom at all?" $vHe asks with a chuckle. "Uh, well… Most people don’t do that at clubs anyway, right?" "In that case, perhaps I should lead." $vHe says, gently guiding your hands into position, one remaining clasped in $vhis. "Think you can handle following, $fname?" You nod, thoughtlessly, the words moving slow as molasses in face of the warm, tender weight where $vhis hands rest on you. And just like that, you find yourself pulled into motion. One, two, three. //One two, three.// You mirror $vhis steps as much as you’re able, helpless to do anything but lest you step on your boss’s toes. You weren’t expecting //this.// Waltzing. In a //club// of all places. It should feel out of place, ridiculous, most of the music being upbeat, electronic tracks meant for drunken stumbling and grinding more than anything else, and yet, somehow, $vhes managed to carve out a place for it here. A place for soft, silken currents within the rapids. Like that, $vhe pulls you along, steady and smooth. Flow and turn, swing and sway. The longer you dance, the more natural it becomes. Following $vhis steps with an ease you didn’t know you possessed. The two of you move together, held closer than you’d ever imagined, somehow matching the rhythm and beat of a song not meant for it. You can’t help but be swept up in the moment. Let yourself ride the current, be carried along. A weightless, shining light buoyed inside your chest. $vHe smiles at you, as the song meets its end, eyes tender and warm, a tentative quiet hope sparking there for a moment before $vhe seems to remember $vself. $vHe steps back, hands gently dropping back to $vhis sides. "Not terrible for your first time." $vmr Zhang says. "A shame we’ll have to end it here, but it seems we’re needed elsewhere." With a subtle gesture to the side, you look over just in time to see the red-haired woman walking with your hitman away from the bar and towards the back of the club, before being swallowed up by the crowd. "VIP section?" You ask, already knowing the answer. "More than likely. We should go find Reyes before anything else." <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>You grin. "Works for me. Seems a little trespassing may be in order."<<else>>"All right." You say somewhat reluctantly. //It should be fine, sneaking up there with the boss as cautious as $vhe is, right?//<</if>> //Let’s just hope you don’t both end the night in handcuffs.// <span class="next"><<button "Or as a bloodstain on the wall." "chap3pyre6">><</button>></span><<else>>"Well, on second thought, if you’re stayin’ put…" Reyes says with a wicked grin, before suddenly dragging $vmr Zhang up. "Think I’ll see if I can get Vic here to actually let loose for once. You can keep an eye on things, right? Yeah? Catch you later $fname!" $vmr Zhang does not look particularly enthused by this turn of events if $vhis annoyed scowl is anything to go by, but ultimately just sighs and follows Reyes out onto the floor. Muttering something to the effect of //"should’ve figured"//. "Try and find us if anything happens, $mmr $lname. We //will// be back soon." Losing them amongst the crowd and with nothing else to do, you decide to grab a drink at the bar, a ways away from the pair still seated in the corner, but close enough to keep an eye on them. Possibly do a little eavesdropping. //Just in case.// Settling in, five seats between you and them, you flag down a bartender. A young woman with a stern professional look, the no-nonsense type that almost reminds you of $vmr Zhang. "What can I get for you?" She asks, a practiced smile on her lips. *<<link "You just order your favorite cocktail, best stick to the familiar." "chap3pyre5">><<set $mcdrink to "cocktail">><<set $sober to 0>><</link>> *<<link "A beer sounds pretty good right now. You ask for whatever’s good on tap." "chap3pyre5">><<set $mcdrink to "beer">><<set $sober to 0>><</link>> *<<link "You ask for vodka. No, not a shot. A glass." "chap3pyre5">><<set $mcdrink to "vodka">><<set $sober to 0>><</link>> *<<link "Just water, you’d rather be sober right now." "chap3pyre5">><<set $mcdrink to "water">><</link>> *<<link "Just water, you don’t drink." "chap3pyre5">><<set $mcdrink to "water">><<set $sober to 1>><</link>><</if>><<elseif $pyrewith is "solo" and $sadieishere is 1>><<if $chap3sub is "augustdance">>August’s grin widens as you stand to join him. "Good choice." He says, gesturing for you to follow him. "You won’t be disappointed." <<if $cautious gte $reckless>>You hesitate for a brief moment, stomach tied in knots. //You can do this. Nothing’s going to happen, it’s just a dance.//<<else>>You follow him without hesitation, not too worried given the sheer number of people surrounding you. //So long as you don’t do anything stupid.//<</if>> "Feel free to join me back at the bar when you get sick of him!" Sadie calls after you as you allow August to lead you out onto the floor. August just shakes his head, ignoring her comment, and keeps walking. You trail behind him as he weaves his way through the crowd, dodging the moving forms of people dancing to the beat. "Here’s the spot." He says, coming to a stop in an emptier area at the edge of the floor. "Less people around here, so you don’t have to worry too much about some idiot bumping into you. Music’s a bit less migraine inducing over here too. You dance much?" <<if $stoic gte $expressive>>"Not too much no." You reply honestly.<<else>>"Oh, yeah, of course! Not saying I’m //good// at it, but it’s fun." You reply with a chuckle.<</if>> "Well, I could show you the ropes if you’d like. As a more, let’s say, experienced dancer." *<<link "“Sure, that works for me.” You casually agree. //Keep your enemies close and all that.//" "chap3pyre5">><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "You give him a once over, gaze lingering on the plunging vee of his shirt and tight fit of his pants. “Yes //please.//” $flirt_label" "chap3pyre5">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“Yes please.” You say immediately. “I mean. If you’re sure.” //Smooth moves, that didn’t come off as too eager at all!// $flirt_label" "chap3pyre5">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“No thanks, I think I’m good enough. At least for a club.” You decline. //Just sticking near him is enough. No need to get ''that'' close.//" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdancewatch">><</link>> *<<link "“No, no! That’s all right. Thank you.” You reply quickly, uncomfortable with the idea of allowing him to touch you." "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdancewatch">><</link>> *<<link "“No, no! That’s all right. Thank you.” You reply quickly, heat rushing to your face at the thought of getting that close to him. $flirt_label" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdancewatch">><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><<elseif $chap3sub is "sadietalk">><<if $chap3path is "sadiesusleave" or $chap3path is "sadierunaway" or $chap3path is "sadieleave">>"Suit yourself." August says with a shrug. "If you change your mind, I’ll be over there." "I’ll keep that in mind." You reply evenly. And with that, he’s off, slinking away into the throng of people and disappearing from view. "Good riddance. He’s such a dick." Sadie says once he’s fully out of sight. "He sure is something. How’d you wind up becoming friends with him? You two seem… very different." Sadie snorts inelegantly, taking a large swig of her second drink. "That’s one way to put it. Honestly not sure if I’d get on with him under normal circumstances, but, we actually work together. So, it just kinda happened, y’know?" "That makes sense. What do the two of you do anyway?" You ask, pulse racing as you desperately feint nonchalance. //Not that you think she’ll be honest, but, who knows? If she’s tipsy enough then maybe...// <<if $blackrosesus lte 20>>Sadie hesitates for a long moment, messing with her near empty glass. "It’s… not your traditional job. To say the least." "Is it…" you pause, making a show of looking around, pretending to be unsure, before leaning in and whispering, "illegal?" She winces. "Fuck. What gave it away?" Then winces again as the words leave her mouth. "Well, for starters, the whole ‘slamming me into a wall thing’ didn’t help." Groaning, she drops her head into her hands. "Shit. Yeah. Guess that would leave a certain impression. Fuck. Should’ve just said security or some crap." "It’s okay." You say <<if $kindness gte $callous>>with a comforting smile<<else>>with a barely suppressed smirk<</if>>. "I won’t tell anyone. Not like I have any proof anyway." She stares at you uncertainly, biting her lip. "Okay. Fine. I believe you. And I guess a bit can’t hurt. Just don’t run off to the cops. I’ll know it was you so—yeah, nevermind, you probably aren’t //that// dumb. Sorry. And look, I //really// shouldn’t be talking about this but…" "My lips are sealed." You say, miming the gesture. "Alright, alright." She begins with a resigned sigh, keeping her voice low. Eyes darting around. "So. You ever heard of The Black Rose?"<<set $blackrose to 1>> "I’m assuming you aren’t talking about the flower here? Then, no. Can’t say I have." "Figured as much. Not many have. Not by name at least. It’s… let’s call it a gang. That’s not quite accurate but, eh, close enough." "And you and August are members?" She nods slightly. "See the tattoo on my arm? Red rose, black stem, lots’a lines crossin’ through it? It’s like our trademark. Word of advice, you ever meet someone else with one of these, avoid ‘em. Especially if they got a lot’a lines. Trust me on that one." "I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks. But, uh, what do the lines mean exactly?" "That, I can’t answer." //Darn, guess she’s not ''that'' drunk.// "Best left to the imagination. Ugh, I need another drink now. You want anything?" She asks, bouncing her leg, clearly wanting to change the subject. "No thanks, I’m good." You reply, fiddling with the <<if $pessimistic gte $optimisitc>>half-empty<<else>>half-full<</if>> glass still sitting in front of you.<<else>>"Nothin’ fancy, just hired muscle basically—security. I work here sometimes actually." "A bouncer?" "Yeah, exactly. I’m pretty good at throwing people out on their ass when I need to. But I’m sure that won’t be an issue tonight, right?" She adds with a laugh, a current of threat underlying her words. "Of course." You respond with a nervous laugh of your own, shifting in your seat.<</if>> You allow the conversation to stagnant for a moment after that, as Sadie busies herself with flagging down the bartender again. Where to go from here? <<if $blackrose is 1>>You could try to dig deeper into The Black Rose, but something tells you she’ll be tight-lipped about it. Likely a dead end. <</if>>Maybe you could ask about the club itself? If she works here often, then there might be private rooms she uses to conduct business right? You doubt any clients hiring a hit would do it out in the open. Or, you could ask more about August. If you understand him better that could prove useful as well, albeit in a different way. *<<link "Ask her about the club. If there’s any places of interest, scoping them out could prove useful." "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3sub to "sadieclubtalk">><</link>> *<<link "Ask about August. Try to learn how he operates. Find something you can exploit." "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3sub to "sadieaugusttalk">><</link>> *<<link "Ask about August because, sure, he’s a murderer, but he’s also hot so… $flirt_label" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3sub to "sadieaugustflirttalk">><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><<else>>Suit yourself." August says with a shrug. "If you change your mind, I’ll be over there." "I’ll keep that in mind." You reply evenly. And with that, he’s off, slinking away into the throng of people and disappearing from view. "Good riddance. Glad he’s finally gone. Asshole." Sadie says, more to herself than to you, once he’s fully out of sight. "He sure is something. How do the two of you know each other, if you don’t mind me asking?" Sadie shrugs. "We just work together. Not even really sure if you could call us friends." "Oh, I see. What do the two of you do for work?" You ask, pulse racing as you desperately feint nonchalance. //Not that you think she’ll be honest, but, who knows?// "Nothin’ fancy, just hired muscle basically—security. I work here sometimes actually." "A bouncer?" "Yeah, exactly. I’m pretty good at throwing people out on their ass when I need to. But I’m sure that won’t be an issue tonight, right?" She adds with a laugh, a current of threat underlying her words. "Of course." You respond with a nervous laugh of your own, shifting in your seat. You allow the conversation to stagnant for a moment after that, as Sadie busies herself with flagging down the bartender again. Where to go from here? <<if $blackrose is 1>>You could try to dig deeper into The Black Rose, but something tells you she’ll be tight-lipped about it. Likely a dead end. <</if>>Maybe you could ask about the club itself? If she works here often, then there might be private rooms she uses to conduct business right? You doubt any clients hiring a hit would do it out in the open. Or, you could ask more about August. If you understand him better that could prove useful as well, albeit in a different way. *<<link "Ask her about the club. If there’s any places of interest, scoping them out could prove useful." "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3sub to "sadieclubtalk">><</link>> *<<link "Ask about August. Try to learn how he operates. Find something you can exploit." "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3sub to "sadieaugusttalk">><</link>> *<<link "Ask about August because, sure, he’s a murderer, but he’s also hot so… $flirt_label" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3sub to "sadieaugustflirttalk">><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><</if>><<else>><<if $chap3subsub is "aatalk">>"You heard <<if $mgen is "person">>$mhim<<elseif $mgen is "man">>the man<<else>>the lady<</if>>," he says to the bartender, "another drink. On me." "Understood. Anything for you August?" "Not right now." He dismisses without even looking at her. The woman nods, turning away to prepare your order. In the meanwhile, you glance over at your unexpected companion. Should you try to make conversation? Small talk? You resist the urge to wince at that idea. //Okay, maybe don’t talk about the weather with your would-be assassin.// Then... "First time in Club Pyre?" He asks, interrupting your thought spiral. "Yes, actually. How’d you know?" He shrugs. "Oh, you know. Just a hunch. That, and it seems from the way you’ve been looking around like you aren’t too familiar with the place. Makes it pretty obvious." "I see. I guess you must come here a lot then?" "In a manner of speaking. Despite how I look, I don’t spend //all// day clubbing. Only part of it." He says with a mischievous wink. "In all actuality, I work here." "Are you on break now? Bartender?" "Bouncer. But I’m not on the clock for a little while yet." "Really? That’s surprising, you don’t strike me as the type." "Appearances can be deceiving." He replies with a smile, all teeth and sharp edges. "Ah, but enough about me, I’d like to know more about you." "Me? I’m not that interesting. What would you even want to know?" "You know, everyone says that but I find it’s rarely true. Surely you have //something// of interest happening in your life. A lover, a hobby, a talent. Or, your work perhaps?" The way he looks at you now, the teasing grin, fingers casually drumming on the table—you’d have to be a fool not to understand what he’s getting at. He //knows// you. He knows who you are, the work you do. He’s baiting you. A cat toying with a mouse before… //Crunch.// Even so, you don’t think he’s going to do anything to you right now. It’s too public. Too many risks. Unknowns. By all accounts, it just seems like he’s having fun. Playing with you. //Trying to get inside your head.// *<<link "//Two can play at that game.// “Ah, I’m no one special. Not really. I’m sure your job at the //club//,” you say, stressing the word, “is //much// more riveting.”" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3subsub to "aasus">><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "You aren’t playing his game. “Sorry,” you say, pretending to check a message on your phone, “I’d love to stay and chat but I actually have to go now. It was nice talking to you.”" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3subsub to "aaleave">><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><</link>> *<<link "“I just work in an office. Your typical nine to five gig.” You reply, not even technically lying." "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3subsub to "aaliar">><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><</link>> *<<link "“I work for an info broker.” You reply, completely deadpan. “It’s not as exciting as it seems on television.”" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3subsub to "aawow">><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><<set $augustres += 2>><</link>> *<<link "“I’m actually a talk therapist. If you ever need anyone to speak with about your… issues,” you say, giving him a concerned once-over, “well, just remember, it’s never too late to seek help, okay?”" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3subsub to "aawow">><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><<set $augustres += 2>><</link>> *<<link "//Screw this.// Looking him in the eye, you slowly stand and walk away without a word. Leaving a wide-eyed August behind." "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3subsub to "aanah">><<set $pessimistic to Math.round($pessimistic * 1.05)>><<set $optimistic to 100 - $pessimistic>><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>><<elseif $chap3subsub is "aaflirt">>"You heard <<if $mgen is "person">>$mhim<<elseif $mgen is "man">>the man<<else>>the lady<</if>>," he says to the bartender, "another drink. On me." "Understood. Anything for you August?" "Not right now." He dismisses without even looking at her. The woman nods, turning away to prepare your order. In the meanwhile, you glance over at your unexpected companion. Should you try to make conversation? Small talk? You resist the urge to wince at that idea. //Okay, maybe don’t talk about the weather with your would-be assassin.// Then... "First time in Club Pyre?" He asks, interrupting your thought spiral. "Yes, actually. How’d you know?" He smirks. "I never forget a pretty face. I’m sure I’d have remembered you if you’d come here before." "Oh? I-I see. I guess you must come here a lot then?" "In a manner of speaking. Despite how I look, I don’t spend //all// day clubbing. Only part of it." He says with a mischievous wink. "In all actuality, I work here." "Are you on break now? Bartender?" "Bouncer. But I’m not on the clock for a little while yet." "Really? That’s surprising, you don’t strike me as the type." "Appearances can be deceiving." He replies with a smile, all teeth and sharp edges. "Ah, but enough about me, I’d like to know more about //you.//" "Me? I’m not that interesting. What would you even want to know?" "You know, everyone says that but I find it’s rarely true. Surely you have //something// of interest happening in your life. A lover, a hobby, a talent. Or, your work perhaps?" The way he looks at you now, the teasing grin, fingers casually drumming on the table—you’d have to be a fool not to understand what he’s getting at. He //knows// you. He knows who you are, the work you do. He’s baiting you. A cat toying with a mouse before… //Crunch.// Even so, you don’t think he’s going to do anything to you right now. It’s too public. Too many risks. Unknowns. By all accounts, it just seems like he’s having fun. Playing with you. //Trying to get inside your head.// *<<link "//Two can play at that game.// “Ah, I’m no one special. Not really. I’m sure your job at the //club//,” you say, voice taking on a sultry tone, “is //much// more riveting.” $flirt_label" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3subsub to "aasus">><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "You aren’t playing his game. “Sorry,” you say, pretending to check a message on your phone, “I’d love to stay and chat but I actually have to go now. It was nice talking to you.”" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3subsub to "aaleave">><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><</link>> *<<link "“I just work in an office. Your typical nine to five gig.” You reply, not even technically lying." "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3subsub to "aaliar">><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><</link>> *<<link "“I work for an info broker.” You reply, completely deadpan. “It’s not as exciting as it seems on television.”" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3subsub to "aawow">><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><<set $augustres += 2>><</link>> *<<link "“I’m actually a talk therapist. If you ever need anyone to speak with about your… issues,” you say, giving him a concerned once-over, “well, just remember, it’s never too late to seek help, okay?”" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3subsub to "aawow">><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><<set $augustres += 2>><</link>> *<<link "//Screw this.// Looking him in the eye, you slowly stand and walk away without a word. Leaving a wide-eyed August behind." "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3subsub to "aanah">><<set $pessimistic to Math.round($pessimistic * 1.05)>><<set $optimistic to 100 - $pessimistic>><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>><<else>>August stares at you, looking surprised for a moment at your refusal, before his charming mask slips back into place. "If you say so. I’ll be here at the bar for a while longer, if you change your mind." You nod. "I’ll remember that. <<if $kindness gte $callous>>Have a good night.<<else>>Bye.<</if>>" And with that, you’re out of your seat and across the room, sinking back into the booth. Hands trembling slightly. Clench and unclench. //Just breath. He didn’t do anything. You’re fine.// Hell, you aren’t even sure he recognized you. What if it’s all in your head? What if you’ve deluded yourself? What if… //Focus. You need to focus.// Try as you might, you can't seem to fully get him off your mind. It's strange, by all accounts, you //should// hate him. And yet…<<set $metaugustagain to 1>><<set $temp to 1>> *<<link "Somehow, someway, you’ve found yourself unwittingly charmed by him. And you are absolutely pissed about it." "chap3pyrecon4">><<set $aarel to 15>><</link>> *<<link "Ignoring the glaring red flags, you find yourself //almost// liking him. He //is// rather charismatic after all." "chap3pyrecon4">><<set $aarel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "No, hate is right. You can’t stand him, he feels so fake. All practiced, manufactured smiles and words. No substance at all." "chap3pyrecon4">><<set $aarel to 5>><</link>> *<<link "Honestly, you can’t decide whether you want to deck him in the face or kiss him. //Maybe try therapy.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon4">><<set $aarel to 35>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "//Why does he have to be so charming?// All suave, perfect smiles that make you lose your train of thought. He’s dangerous all right. //For your heart.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon4">><<set $aarel to 40>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><</if>><</if>><<elseif $pyrewith is "amara">><<if $chap3sub is "augustdance">>August’s grin widens as you stand to join him. "Good choice." He says, gesturing for you to follow him. "You won’t be disappointed." <<if $cautious gte $reckless>>You hesitate for a brief moment, stomach tied in knots. //You can do this. Nothing’s going to happen, it’s just a dance.//<<else>>You follow him without hesitation, not too worried given the sheer number of people surrounding you. //So long as you don’t do anything stupid.//<</if>> You trail behind him as he leads you away from the bar, weaving his way through the crowd, dodging the moving forms of people dancing to the beat. "Here’s the spot." He says, coming to a stop in an emptier area at the edge of the floor. "Less people around here, so you don’t have to worry too much about some idiot bumping into you. Music’s a bit less migraine inducing over here too. You dance much?" <<if $stoic gte $expressive>>"Not too much no." You reply honestly.<<else>>"Oh, yeah, of course! Not saying I’m //good// at it, but it’s fun." You reply with a chuckle.<</if>> "Well, I could show you the ropes if you’d like. As a more, let’s say, experienced dancer." *<<link "“Sure, that works for me.” You casually agree. //Keep your enemies close and all that.//" "chap3pyre5">><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "You give him a once over, gaze lingering on the plunging vee of his shirt and tight fit of his pants. “Yes //please.//” $flirt_label" "chap3pyre5">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“Yes please.” You say immediately. “I mean. If you’re sure.” //Smooth moves, that didn’t come off as too eager at all!// $flirt_label" "chap3pyre5">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“No thanks, I think I’m good enough. At least for a club.” You decline. //Just sticking near him is enough. No need to get ''that'' close.//" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdancewatch">><</link>> *<<link "“No, no! That’s all right. Thank you.” You reply quickly, uncomfortable with the idea of allowing him to touch you." "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdancewatch">><</link>> *<<link "“No, no! That’s all right. Thank you.” You reply quickly, heat rushing to your face at the thought of getting that close to him. $flirt_label" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdancewatch">><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><<elseif $chap3sub is "bouncertalk">>"Suit yourself." August says with a shrug. "If you change your mind, I’ll be over there." "I’ll keep that in mind." You reply evenly. And with that, he’s off, slinking away into the throng of people and disappearing from view. Glancing at his empty seat, martini glass sat on the bar precariously close to the edge, you try to think through your options. You could wait here and see if he returns—something tells you he will—or maybe you should try to walk around, look for Amara, or just see what you can find. Perhaps you could strike up a conversation with one of the employees here, the bartender, or… You nearly choke on your drink when she sits down next to you, opposite to the side August was on. A woman, dressed in all black. An earpiece worn on one side, sunglasses hung on the collar of her shirt, and a lanyard dropping from her neck. A bouncer. You’d be an idiot not to realize that. Eyes darting further down the bar, you notice a handful of empty seats, a spot or two where someone could sit with space inbetween them and the next person. //So why choose to sit so close to you?// She doesn’t look at you, eyes straight ahead as she waves down the bartender for a drink, hands folded neatly over each other where they rest on the counter. She doesn’t utter a word, shifting in your seat you keep the silence, unsure if you even //should// try talking to her much less where to begin. It’s only after receiving her beer and downing it in one go that she finally decides to speak. "You’re $fname $lname, right?" She asks slowly, tone carefully neutral. Guarded. Still facing forward, only seeming to look at you from the corner of her eyes. "I… Yes? I’m sorry, do I know you?" "No. You don’t. But I know you. I’m really not supposed to be doing this, so I’ll keep things brief. You’re in danger. Not tonight, but, soon. Skip town. Stay away. It’s your best chance. I can’t stay long, so if you have something you want to ask, make it quick and I’ll try to answer." *<<link "Yeah, you’ve got a few questions. Starting with: //What in the ever-loving fuck was that about?!//" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3subsub to "blwtf">><</link>> *<<link "Ask her about August. Try to learn how he operates. Who he works for. Clearly, she knows about the hit on you, you’d be a fool not to take advantage of that." "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3subsub to "blaugust">><</link>> *<<link "Ask her about August because, sure, he’s a murderer, but he’s also hot so… //Maybe not the best use of time but who knows? Could be useful.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3subsub to "blaugusthot">><</link>> *<<link "Ask her if she knows who hired August. Why do they want you dead? See if you can get to them before they get to you. If she was involved in that meeting then surely…" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3subsub to "blhired">><</link>><<elseif $chap3sub is "amaradance">>"We’re here for a good time not a long time." Amara says sagely. "Might as well make the most of it. Let’s go!" Then, without waiting for your response, Amara wraps one hand around your wrist and pulls you out onto the floor, moving through the swath of bodies swaying around you. The heat of the lights bears down on you. Neon bright and sharp spots in the dim ambiance of the room. Music played so loud you feel its thrum vibrating under your skin, growing as you near the stage. "Here looks like a good spot, don’t’cha think?" <<if $pessimistic gt $optimistic>>"As good as any other. Sure." You shrug.<<else>>"Right up by the speakers. Perfect for early onset hearing loss." You reply cheerfully.<</if>> She chuckles. "Yeah, yeah. Less talkin’ more dancing. C’mon!" Amara makes it look so easy, falling into tempo, swaying her hips to the beat. Twisting and turning, moving with the crowd. Loose and free. Even given the simplicity of her movements, it’s clear she’s a decent dancer. The way she holds herself, the flow of the steps she makes, is evidence itself. You doubt you’ll be half as good, <<if $expressive gt $stoic>>even if you enjoy dancing from time to time, <</if>>you just don’t have much skill in that area. <<if $expressive gte $stoic>>//Well, when in Rome...// You allow yourself to sway to the beat regardless, lose yourself to it. Move with the rhythm, just let loose. Have fun.<<else>>Regardless, you allow yourself to sway to the beat, just a tiny thing. Tap your foot to the rhythm. Have fun.<</if>> Amara’s smile widens when she sees you join in. The two of you stick close, not wanting to lose each other in the crowd. Only an arm’s length away. Slowly the song meets its ends, some generic synth beat taking its place. Amara bouncing on the balls of her feet as she turns to you. "As fun as that was, seems like we might be needed elsewhere." She says, jutting her chin to the side. You look over just in time to see <<if $knowaugust is 1>>August<<else>>your hitman<</if>> walk away from the bar and towards the back of the club, before being swallowed up by the crowd. "VIP section?" You ask, already knowing the answer. Amara’s grin takes a mischievous turn. "Good thing I’ve already got a plan or two, huh?" <<if $cautious gt $reckless>>"All right." You say reluctantly. "But we should be careful. We can’t risk getting caught here."<<else>>You grin. "Not like a little trespassing’s ever hurt anyone, right?"<</if>> //Let’s just hope you don’t both end the night in handcuffs.// <span class="next"><<button "Or as a bloodstain on the wall." "chap3pyre6">><</button>></span><<elseif $chap3sub is "amaradancero">>"Oh? So that’s how you want to play it?" A teasing smirk forming on her lips. "Well, suppose I could oblige." Then, without leaving you time to respond, Amara wraps one hand around your wrist and pulls you out onto the floor, moving through the swath of bodies swaying around you. The heat of the lights bears down on you. Neon bright and sharp spots in the dim ambiance of the room. Music played so loud you feel its thrum vibrating under your skin, growing as you near the stage. "Ready, $fname?" She asks, offering a hand to you with an over the top bow. You place your own in hers, allowing her to pull you in closer. <<if $pessimistic gt $optimistic>>"As I’ll ever be." You respond with a chuckle.<<else>>"Aren’t I always?" You respond with an airy laugh.<</if>> "Good. Follow my lead for this one." She says with a wink. "I want to try somethin’, okay?" You nod, thoughtlessly, mouth gone dry as she maneuvers you where she wants you, hands guiding you with care. One hand rejoins yours, while the other slips around your waist with a gentle pressure. //Almost hesitant.// You think, before Amara starts to move. You weren’t expecting //this.// This—tender, sweet thing. Slow dancing. Amara treats it like it’s the most natural thing in the world, as though she were at a wedding’s reception and not a nightclub. It should feel out of place, most of the music being upbeat, electronic tracks meant for drunken stumbling and grinding more than anything else, and yet, somehow, she makes it work. Bend and flow, sway and turn, each movement made easy as you follow her. As you dance, pressed close together, intertwined, you find Amara begin to add more flourish to her movements. A twirl here, a swing there. She dances as if she hasn’t a care in the world. Unburdened. //Free.// You can’t help but be swept up in the moment. Both figuratively and literally, as she sweeps you into a dip. Unpracticed as it is, a sloppy improvised gesture, she manages it well. //Stronger than she looks.// You think as she sets you on your feet. She laughs, clear and bright. Barely heard over the music, but you still feel its ensuing warmth vividly. Slowly the song meets its ends, some generic synth beat taking its place. Amara bouncing on the balls of her feet as she steps back, hand still loosely hanging onto yours. "Now’s the time I’d ask for a second dance but, seems like we might be needed elsewhere." She says, jutting her chin to the side. You look over just in time to see <<if $knowaugust is 1>>August<<else>>your hitman<</if>> walk away from the bar and towards the back of the club, before being swallowed up by the crowd. "VIP section?" You ask, already knowing the answer. Amara’s grin takes a mischievous turn. "Good thing I’ve already got a plan or two, huh?" <<if $cautious gt $reckless>>"All right." You say reluctantly. "But we should be careful. We can’t risk getting caught here."<<else>>You grin. "Not like a little trespassing’s ever hurt anyone, right?"<</if>> //Let’s just hope you don’t both end the night in handcuffs.// <span class="next"><<button "Or as a bloodstain on the wall." "chap3pyre6">><</button>></span><<else>>"Suit yourself." She says with a shrug. "I’ll be near the stage if you need me." "I’ll keep that in mind. Go have fun." One energetic wave later, and you lose her as she weaves her way into the crowded dance floor. With nothing else to do, you decide to grab a drink at the bar, a ways away from the man still seated in the corner, but close enough to keep an eye on him. Possibly do a little eavesdropping. //You never know what you might find.// Settling in, five seats between you and him, you flag down a bartender. A young woman with a stern professional look, the no-nonsense type that almost reminds you of $vmr Zhang. "What can I get for you?" She asks, a practiced smile on her lips. *<<link "You just order your favorite cocktail, best stick to the familiar." "chap3pyre5">><<set $mcdrink to "cocktail">><<set $sober to 0>><</link>> *<<link "A beer sounds pretty good right now. You ask for whatever’s good on tap." "chap3pyre5">><<set $mcdrink to "beer">><<set $sober to 0>><</link>> *<<link "You ask for vodka. No, not a shot. A glass. //Please.//" "chap3pyre5">><<set $mcdrink to "vodka">><<set $sober to 0>><</link>> *<<link "Just water, you’d rather be sober for this." "chap3pyre5">><<set $mcdrink to "water">><</link>> *<<link "Just water, you don’t drink." "chap3pyre5">><<set $mcdrink to "water">><<set $sober to 1>><</link>><</if>><<elseif $pyrewith is "v">><<if $chap3sub is "augustdance">>August’s grin widens as you stand to join him. "Good choice." He says, gesturing for you to follow him. "You won’t be disappointed." <<if $cautious gte $reckless>>You hesitate for a brief moment, stomach tied in knots. //You can do this. Nothing’s going to happen, it’s just a dance.//<<else>>You follow him without hesitation, not too worried given the sheer number of people surrounding you. //So long as you don’t do anything stupid.//<</if>> You trail behind him as he leads you away from the bar, weaving his way through the crowd, dodging the moving forms of people dancing to the beat. "Here’s the spot." He says, coming to a stop in an emptier area at the edge of the floor. "Less people around here, so you don’t have to worry too much about some idiot bumping into you. Music’s a bit less migraine inducing over here too. You dance much?" <<if $stoic gte $expressive>>"Not too much no." You reply honestly.<<else>>"Oh, yeah, of course! Not saying I’m //good// at it, but it’s fun." You reply with a chuckle.<</if>> "Well, I could show you the ropes if you’d like. As a more, let’s say, experienced dancer." *<<link "“Sure, that works for me.” You casually agree. //Keep your enemies close and all that.//" "chap3pyre5">><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "You give him a once over, gaze lingering on the plunging vee of his shirt and tight fit of his pants. “Yes //please.//” $flirt_label" "chap3pyre5">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“Yes please.” You say immediately. “I mean. If you’re sure.” //Smooth moves, that didn’t come off as too eager at all!// $flirt_label" "chap3pyre5">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“No thanks, I think I’m good enough. At least for a club.” You decline. //Just sticking near him is enough. No need to get ''that'' close.//" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdancewatch">><</link>> *<<link "“No, no! That’s all right. Thank you.” You reply quickly, uncomfortable with the idea of allowing him to touch you." "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdancewatch">><</link>> *<<link "“No, no! That’s all right. Thank you.” You reply quickly, heat rushing to your face at the thought of getting that close to him. $flirt_label" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdancewatch">><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><<elseif $chap3sub is "bouncertalk">>"Suit yourself." August says with a shrug. "If you change your mind, I’ll be over there." "I’ll keep that in mind." You reply evenly. And with that, he’s off, slinking away into the throng of people and disappearing from view. Glancing at his empty seat, martini glass sat on the bar precariously close to the edge, you try to think through your options. You could wait here and see if he returns—something tells you he will—or maybe you should try to walk around, look for $vnick, or just see what you can find. Perhaps you could strike up a conversation with one of the employees here, the bartender, or… You nearly choke on your drink when she sits down next to you, opposite to the side August was on. A woman, dressed in all black. An earpiece worn on one side, sunglasses hung on the collar of her shirt, and a lanyard dropping from her neck. A bouncer. You’d be an idiot not to realize that. Eyes darting further down the bar, you notice a handful of empty seats, a spot or two where someone could sit with space inbetween them and the next person. //So why choose to sit so close to you?// She doesn’t look at you, eyes straight ahead as she waves down the bartender for a drink, hands folded neatly over each other where they rest on the counter. She doesn’t utter a word, shifting in your seat you keep the silence, unsure if you even //should// try talking to her much less where to begin. It’s only after receiving her beer and downing it in one go that she finally decides to speak. "You’re $fname $lname, right?" She asks slowly, tone carefully neutral. Guarded. Still facing forward, only seeming to look at you from the corner of her eyes. "I… Yes? I’m sorry, do I know you?" "No. You don’t. But I know you. I’m really not supposed to be doing this, so I’ll keep things brief. You’re in danger. Not tonight, but, soon. Skip town. Stay away. It’s your best chance. I can’t stay long, so if you have something you want to ask, make it quick and I’ll try to answer." *<<link "Yeah, you’ve got a few questions. Starting with: //What in the ever-loving fuck was that about?!//" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3subsub to "blwtf">><</link>> *<<link "Ask her about August. Try to learn how he operates. Who he works for. Clearly, she knows about the hit on you, you’d be a fool not to take advantage of that." "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3subsub to "blaugust">><</link>> *<<link "Ask her about August because, sure, he’s a murderer, but he’s also hot so… //Maybe not the best use of time but who knows? Could be useful.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3subsub to "blaugusthot">><</link>> *<<link "Ask her if she knows who hired August. Why do they want you dead? See if you can get to them before they get to you. If she was involved in that meeting then surely…" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3subsub to "blhired">><</link>><<elseif $chap3sub is "vdance">>$vmr Zhang looks at you apprehensively. "Must we?" <<if $expressive gt $stoic>>"Please, $vnick? It’ll be fun, I promise! You //do// have fun don’t you?" "Of course I do." $vmr Zhang says with a glare. "You know what? Fine. I’ll go. But only for one song."<<else>>You smile tentatively. "Just a few minutes couldn’t hurt, right?" $vmr Zhang heaves a long-suffering sigh. "Fine. But only for one song."<</if>> "One song." You agree, <<if $expressive gte $stoic>>tugging on $vhis wrist<<else>>with a small smile<</if>> leading $vhim out onto the floor, weaving through the crowd of bodies pressed in around you to find a somewhat less occupied place. Settling on the fringe of the dance floor—the heat of the lights bearing down on you, neon bright spots in the dim—you come to a stop and offer $vmr Zhang your hand with a flourish. "Do you even know how to waltz? Foxtrot? Any ballroom at all?" $vHe asks with a scoff. "Uh, well… Most people don’t do that at clubs anyway, right?" "In that case, perhaps I should lead." $vHe says, maneuvering your hands into position, one remaining clasped in $vhis. "Think you can handle following, $fname?" "Oh, we’re really doing this aren’t we?" You ask with a laugh. "Sure, why not? Let’s see what you've got $vnick." And just like that, you find yourself pulled into motion. One, two, three. //One two, three.// You mirror $vhis steps as much as you’re able, helpless to do anything but lest you step on your boss’s toes. Waltzing. In a //club// of all places. It’s, frankly, ridiculous. Made even more so with the upbeat, electronic track meant for drunken stumbling and grinding more than anything else blasting from the speakers. And then there’s $vmr Zhang $vself. All overly serious and perfectly poised—clearly $vhe sees the humor in this as well as you do—it takes every shred of your concentration to not burst out laughing. Like that, $vhe pulls you along, steady and smooth. Flow and turn, swing and sway. A perfect example of a waltz fit for a ballroom. And through it all, $vhis expression doesn’t change a bit, even as $vhe attempts to force your movements to match the rhythm of the song with varying success. Giggles bubbling out now and then, stifled, as you fail to suppress them. $vHis stern expression finally cracks, as the song meets its end, a laughing grin taking it’s place and ruining the whole facade. $vHe steps back with a flourish, dropping his arms from you and giving a perfectly executed, if exaggerated, bow. "Not terrible for your first time. You’ll make a fine student yet." $vmr Zhang says with a chuckle. "A shame then, that we’ll have to end it here, but it seems we’re needed elsewhere." With a subtle gesture to the side, you look over just in time to see <<if $knowaugust is 1>>August<<else>>your hitman<</if>> walk away from the bar and towards the back of the club, before being swallowed up by the crowd. "VIP section?" You ask, already knowing the answer. "More than likely. We should go find a place to sit while we plan how to go about this." <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>You grin. "Works for me. Seems a little trespassing may be in order."<<else>>"All right." You say somewhat reluctantly. //It should be fine, sneaking up there with the boss as cautious as $vhe is, right?//<</if>> //Let’s just hope you don’t both end the night in handcuffs.// <span class="next"><<button "Or as a bloodstain on the wall." "chap3pyre6">><</button>></span><<elseif $chap3sub is "vdancero">>$vmr Zhang looks at you hesitantly. "I… don’t know. Are you certain that’s a good idea?" <<if $expressive gt $stoic>>"Please, $vnick? It’ll be fun, I promise! You //do// have fun don’t you?" "Of course I do." $vmr Zhang says with a glare. "You know what? Fine. I’ll go. But only for one song."<<else>>You smile tentatively. "Just a few minutes couldn’t hurt, right?" $vmr Zhang heaves a long-suffering sigh. "Fine. But only for one song."<</if>> "One song." You agree, <<if $expressive gte $stoic>>tugging on $vhis wrist<<else>>with a small smile<</if>> leading $vhim out onto the floor, weaving through the crowd of bodies pressed in around you to find a somewhat less occupied place. Settling on the fringe of the dance floor—the heat of the lights bearing down on you, neon bright spots in the dim—you come to a stop and offer $vmr Zhang your hand with a flourish. "Do you even know how to waltz? Foxtrot? Any ballroom at all?" $vHe asks with a chuckle. "Uh, well… Most people don’t do that at clubs anyway, right?" "In that case, perhaps I should lead." $vHe says, gently guiding your hands into position, one remaining clasped in $vhis. "Think you can handle following, $fname?" You nod, thoughtlessly, the words moving slow as molasses in face of the warm, tender weight where $vhis hands rest on you. And just like that, you find yourself pulled into motion. One, two, three. //One two, three.// You mirror $vhis steps as much as you’re able, helpless to do anything but lest you step on your boss’s toes. You weren’t expecting //this.// Waltzing. In a //club// of all places. It should feel out of place, ridiculous, most of the music being upbeat, electronic tracks meant for drunken stumbling and grinding more than anything else, and yet, somehow, $vhes managed to carve out a place for it here. A place for soft, silken currents within the rapids. Like that, $vhe pulls you along, steady and smooth. Flow and turn, swing and sway. The longer you dance, the more natural it becomes. Following $vhis steps with an ease you didn’t know you possessed. The two of you move together, held closer than you’d ever imagined, somehow matching the rhythm and beat of a song not meant for it. You can’t help but be swept up in the moment. Let yourself ride the current, be carried along. A weightless, shining light buoyed inside your chest. $vHe smiles at you, as the song meets its end, eyes tender and warm, a tentative quiet hope sparking there for a moment before $vhe seems to remember $vself. $vHe steps back, hands gently dropping back to $vhis sides. "Not terrible for your first time." $vmr Zhang says. "A shame we’ll have to end it here, but it seems we’re needed elsewhere." With a subtle gesture to the side, you look over just in time to see <<if $knowaugust is 1>>August<<else>>your hitman<</if>> walk away from the bar and towards the back of the club, before being swallowed up by the crowd. "VIP section?" You ask, already knowing the answer. "More than likely. We should go find a place to sit while we plan how to go about this." <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>You grin. "Works for me. Seems a little trespassing may be in order."<<else>>"All right." You say somewhat reluctantly. //It should be fine, sneaking up there with the boss as cautious as $vhe is, right?//<</if>> //Let’s just hope you don’t both end the night in handcuffs.// <span class="next"><<button "Or as a bloodstain on the wall." "chap3pyre6">><</button>></span><<else>>$vmr Zhang nods. "In that case, would you mind if I left you for a few minutes to check around again? I’d prefer to be more thorough than what we’ve managed so far." "That’s fine with me, see you back here in a few?" "I won’t be more than ten minutes, if that. See you soon." You lose $vhim as $vhe weaves past people on the crowded dance floor. With nothing else to do, you decide to grab a drink at the bar, a ways away from the man still seated in the corner, but close enough to keep an eye on him. Possibly do a little eavesdropping. //You never know what you might find.// Settling in, five seats between you and him, you flag down a bartender. A young woman with a stern professional look, the no-nonsense type that almost reminds you of $vmr Zhang. “What can I get for you?” She asks, a practiced smile on her lips. *<<link "You just order your favorite cocktail, best stick to the familiar." "chap3pyre5">><<set $mcdrink to "cocktail">><<set $sober to 0>><</link>> *<<link "A beer sounds pretty good right now. You ask for whatever’s good on tap." "chap3pyre5">><<set $mcdrink to "beer">><<set $sober to 0>><</link>> *<<link "You ask for vodka. No, not a shot. A glass. //Please.//" "chap3pyre5">><<set $mcdrink to "vodka">><<set $sober to 0>><</link>> *<<link "Just water, you’d rather be sober for this." "chap3pyre5">><<set $mcdrink to "water">><</link>> *<<link "Just water, you don’t drink." "chap3pyre5">><<set $mcdrink to "water">><<set $sober to 1>><</link>><</if>><<else>><<if $chap3sub is "augustdance">>August’s grin widens as you stand to join him. "Good choice." He says, gesturing for you to follow him. "You won’t be disappointed." <<if $cautious gte $reckless>>You hesitate for a brief moment, stomach tied in knots. //You can do this. Nothing’s going to happen, it’s just a dance.//<<else>>You follow him without hesitation, not too worried given the sheer number of people surrounding you. //So long as you don’t do anything stupid.//<</if>> "Good luck with that." Sadie scoffs as you allow August to lead you out onto the floor. August just shakes his head, ignoring her comment, and keeps walking. You trail behind him as he weaves his way through the crowd, dodging the moving forms of people dancing to the beat. "Here’s the spot." He says, coming to a stop in an emptier area at the edge of the floor. "Less people around here, so you don’t have to worry too much about some idiot bumping into you. Music’s a bit less migraine inducing over here too. You dance much?" <<if $stoic gte $expressive>>"Not too much no." You reply honestly.<<else>>"Oh, yeah, of course! Not saying I’m //good// at it, but it’s fun." You reply with a chuckle.<</if>> "Well, I could show you the ropes if you’d like. As a more, let’s say, experienced dancer." *<<link "“Sure, that works for me.” You casually agree. //Keep your enemies close and all that.//" "chap3pyre5">><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "You give him a once over, gaze lingering on the plunging vee of his shirt and tight fit of his pants. “Yes //please.//” $flirt_label" "chap3pyre5">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“Yes please.” You say immediately. “I mean. If you’re sure.” //Smooth moves, that didn’t come off as too eager at all!// $flirt_label" "chap3pyre5">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“No thanks, I think I’m good enough. At least for a club.” You decline. //Just sticking near him is enough. No need to get ''that'' close.//" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdancewatch">><</link>> *<<link "“No, no! That’s all right. Thank you.” You reply quickly, uncomfortable with the idea of allowing him to touch you." "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdancewatch">><</link>> *<<link "“No, no! That’s all right. Thank you.” You reply quickly, heat rushing to your face at the thought of getting that close to him. $flirt_label" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdancewatch">><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><<elseif $chap3sub is "bouncertalk">>"Suit yourself." August says with a shrug. "If you change your mind, I’ll be over there." "I’ll keep that in mind." You reply evenly. And with that, he’s off, slinking away into the throng of people and disappearing from view. Glancing at his empty seat, martini glass sat on the bar precariously close to the edge, you try to think through your options. You could wait here and see if he returns—something tells you he will—or maybe you should try to walk around and see what you can find. Perhaps you could strike up a conversation with one of the employees here, the bartender, or… You nearly choke on your drink when she sits down next to you, opposite to the side August was on. A woman, dressed in all black. An earpiece worn on one side, sunglasses hung on the collar of her shirt, and a lanyard dropping from her neck. A bouncer. You’d be an idiot not to realize that. Eyes darting further down the bar, you notice a handful of empty seats, a spot or two where someone could sit with space inbetween them and the next person. //So why choose to sit so close to you?// She doesn’t look at you, eyes straight ahead as she waves down the bartender for a drink, hands folded neatly over each other where they rest on the counter. She doesn’t utter a word, shifting in your seat you keep the silence, unsure if you even //should// try talking to her much less where to begin. It’s only after receiving her beer and downing it in one go that she finally decides to speak. "You’re $fname $lname, right?" She asks slowly, tone carefully neutral. Guarded. Still facing forward, only seeming to look at you from the corner of her eyes. "I… Yes? I’m sorry, do I know you?" "No. You don’t. But I know you. I’m really not supposed to be doing this, so I’ll keep things brief. You’re in danger. Not tonight, but, soon. Skip town. Stay away. It’s your best chance. I can’t stay long, so if you have something you want to ask, make it quick and I’ll try to answer." *<<link "Yeah, you’ve got a few questions. Starting with: //What in the ever-loving fuck was that about?!//" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3subsub to "blwtf">><</link>> *<<link "Ask her about August. Try to learn how he operates. Who he works for. Clearly, she knows about the hit on you, you’d be a fool not to take advantage of that." "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3subsub to "blaugust">><</link>> *<<link "Ask her about August because, sure, he’s a murderer, but he’s also hot so… //Maybe not the best use of time but who knows? Could be useful.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3subsub to "blaugusthot">><</link>> *<<link "Ask her if she knows who hired August. Why do they want you dead? See if you can get to them before they get to you. If she was involved in that meeting then surely…" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3subsub to "blhired">><</link>><<else>><<if $chap3subsub is "aatalk">>"You heard <<if $mgen is "person">>$mhim<<elseif $mgen is "man">>the man<<else>>the lady<</if>>," he says to the bartender, "another drink. On me." "Understood. Anything for you August?" "Not right now." He dismisses without even looking at her. The woman nods, turning away to prepare your order. In the meanwhile, you glance over at your unexpected companion. Should you try to make conversation? Small talk? You resist the urge to wince at that idea. //Okay, maybe don’t talk about the weather with your would-be assassin.// Then... "First time in Club Pyre?" He asks, interrupting your thought spiral. "Yes, actually. How’d you know?" He shrugs. "Oh, you know. Just a hunch. That, and it seems from the way you’ve been looking around like you aren’t too familiar with the place. Makes it pretty obvious." "I see. I guess you must come here a lot then?" "In a manner of speaking. Despite how I look, I don’t spend //all// day clubbing. Only part of it." He says with a mischievous wink. "In all actuality, I work here." "Are you on break now? Bartender?" "Bouncer. But I’m not on the clock for a little while yet." "Really? That’s surprising, you don’t strike me as the type." "Appearances can be deceiving." He replies with a smile, all teeth and sharp edges. "Ah, but enough about me, I’d like to know more about you." "Me? I’m not that interesting. What would you even want to know?" "You know, everyone says that but I find it’s rarely true. Surely you have //something// of interest happening in your life. A lover, a hobby, a talent. Or, your work perhaps?" The way he looks at you now, the teasing grin, fingers casually drumming on the table—you’d have to be a fool not to understand what he’s getting at. He //knows// you. He knows who you are, the work you do. He’s baiting you. A cat toying with a mouse before… //Crunch.// Even so, you don’t think he’s going to do anything to you right now. It’s too public. Too many risks. Unknowns. By all accounts, it just seems like he’s having fun. Playing with you. //Trying to get inside your head.// *<<link "//Two can play at that game.// “Ah, I’m no one special. Not really. I’m sure your job at the //club//,” you say, stressing the word, “is //much// more riveting.”" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3subsub to "aasus">><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "You aren’t playing his game. “Sorry,” you say, pretending to check a message on your phone, “I’d love to stay and chat but I actually have to go now. It was nice talking to you.”" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3subsub to "aaleave">><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><</link>> *<<link "“I just work in an office. Your typical nine to five gig.” You reply, not even technically lying." "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3subsub to "aaliar">><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><</link>> *<<link "“I work for an info broker.” You reply, completely deadpan. “It’s not as exciting as it seems on television.”" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3subsub to "aawow">><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><<set $augustres += 2>><</link>> *<<link "“I’m actually a talk therapist. If you ever need anyone to speak with about your… issues,” you say, giving him a concerned once-over, “well, just remember, it’s never too late to seek help, okay?”" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3subsub to "aawow">><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><<set $augustres += 2>><</link>> *<<link "//Screw this.// Looking him in the eye, you slowly stand and walk away without a word. Leaving a wide-eyed August behind." "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3subsub to "aanah">><<set $pessimistic to Math.round($pessimistic * 1.05)>><<set $optimistic to 100 - $pessimistic>><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>><<elseif $chap3subsub is "aaflirt">>"You heard <<if $mgen is "person">>$mhim<<elseif $mgen is "man">>the man<<else>>the lady<</if>>," he says to the bartender, "another drink. On me." "Understood. Anything for you August?" "Not right now." He dismisses without even looking at her. The woman nods, turning away to prepare your order. In the meanwhile, you glance over at your unexpected companion. Should you try to make conversation? Small talk? You resist the urge to wince at that idea. //Okay, maybe don’t talk about the weather with your would-be assassin.// Then... "First time in Club Pyre?" He asks, interrupting your thought spiral. "Yes, actually. How’d you know?" He smirks. "I never forget a pretty face. I’m sure I’d have remembered you if you’d come here before." "Oh? I-I see. I guess you must come here a lot then?" "In a manner of speaking. Despite how I look, I don’t spend //all// day clubbing. Only part of it." He says with a mischievous wink. "In all actuality, I work here." "Are you on break now? Bartender?" "Bouncer. But I’m not on the clock for a little while yet." "Really? That’s surprising, you don’t strike me as the type." "Appearances can be deceiving." He replies with a smile, all teeth and sharp edges. "Ah, but enough about me, I’d like to know more about //you.//" "Me? I’m not that interesting. What would you even want to know?" "You know, everyone says that but I find it’s rarely true. Surely you have //something// of interest happening in your life. A lover, a hobby, a talent. Or, your work perhaps?" The way he looks at you now, the teasing grin, fingers casually drumming on the table—you’d have to be a fool not to understand what he’s getting at. He //knows// you. He knows who you are, the work you do. He’s baiting you. A cat toying with a mouse before… //Crunch.// Even so, you don’t think he’s going to do anything to you right now. It’s too public. Too many risks. Unknowns. By all accounts, it just seems like he’s having fun. Playing with you. //Trying to get inside your head.// *<<link "//Two can play at that game.// “Ah, I’m no one special. Not really. I’m sure your job at the //club//,” you say, voice taking on a sultry tone, “is //much// more riveting.” $flirt_label" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3subsub to "aasus">><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "You aren’t playing his game. “Sorry,” you say, pretending to check a message on your phone, “I’d love to stay and chat but I actually have to go now. It was nice talking to you.”" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3subsub to "aaleave">><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><</link>> *<<link "“I just work in an office. Your typical nine to five gig.” You reply, not even technically lying." "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3subsub to "aaliar">><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><</link>> *<<link "“I work for an info broker.” You reply, completely deadpan. “It’s not as exciting as it seems on television.”" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3subsub to "aawow">><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><<set $augustres += 2>><</link>> *<<link "“I’m actually a talk therapist. If you ever need anyone to speak with about your… issues,” you say, giving him a concerned once-over, “well, just remember, it’s never too late to seek help, okay?”" "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3subsub to "aawow">><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><<set $augustres += 2>><</link>> *<<link "//Screw this.// Looking him in the eye, you slowly stand and walk away without a word. Leaving a wide-eyed August behind." "chap3pyre5">><<set $chap3subsub to "aanah">><<set $pessimistic to Math.round($pessimistic * 1.05)>><<set $optimistic to 100 - $pessimistic>><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>><<else>>August stares at you, looking surprised for a moment at your refusal, before his charming mask slips back into place. "If you say so. I’ll be here at the bar for a while longer, if you change your mind." You nod. "I’ll remember that. <<if $kindness gte $callous>>Have a good night.<<else>>Bye.<</if>>" And with that, you’re out of your seat and across the room, sinking back into the booth. Hands trembling slightly. Clench and unclench. //Just breath. He didn’t do anything. You’re fine.// Hell, you aren’t even sure he recognized you. What if it’s all in your head? What if you’ve deluded yourself? What if… //Focus. You need to focus.// Try as you might, you can't seem to fully get him off your mind. It's strange, by all accounts, you //should// hate him. And yet…<<set $metaugustagain to 1>><<set $temp to 1>> *<<link "Somehow, someway, you’ve found yourself unwittingly charmed by him. And you are absolutely pissed about it." "chap3pyrecon4">><<set $aarel to 15>><</link>> *<<link "Ignoring the glaring red flags, you find yourself //almost// liking him. He //is// rather charismatic after all." "chap3pyrecon4">><<set $aarel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "No, hate is right. You can’t stand him, he feels so fake. All practiced, manufactured smiles and words. No substance at all." "chap3pyrecon4">><<set $aarel to 5>><</link>> *<<link "Honestly, you can’t decide whether you want to deck him in the face or kiss him. //Maybe try therapy.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon4">><<set $aarel to 35>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "//Why does he have to be so charming?// All suave, perfect smiles that make you lose your train of thought. He’s dangerous all right. //For your heart.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon4">><<set $aarel to 40>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><</if>><</if>><</if>>

<<if $pyrewith is "sadie">><<set $metaugustagain to 1>>"Sorry to interrupt," August says, <<if $chap3sub is "sadieclubtalk" or $chap3sub is "sadieaugusttalk" or $chap3sub is "sadieaugustflirttalk">>having come up behind you two without your notice,<<else>>glancing at his phone,<</if>> <<if $augustres lt 1>>not sounding particularly sorry at all, <</if>>"but I have an appointment to keep. Sadie?" The two share a look you can’t quite decipher before she sighs and stands to join him. "Guess I have to go with this asshole. Sorry $yourname. <<if $blackrosesus lte 20>>It was nice talkin’ to you.<<else>>See you around.<</if>>" You nod, <<if $aaro gte 1>>both disappointed and relieved to see them go.<<else>>relieved to see them go.<</if>> "<<if $kindness gte $callous>>See you. Have a good rest of your night.<<else>>Right. Bye then.<</if>>" "Bye <<if $yourname is "$fname">>$yourname<<else>>//$yourname//<</if>>. I hope to see you again soon." And with that, the pair saunter off, somewhere further into the club, out of sight. But not out of mind. Your eyes still linger on where they had been. Where //he// had been. By all accounts, you //should// hate him. And yet… *<<link "Somehow, someway, you’ve found yourself unwittingly charmed by him. And you are absolutely pissed about it." "chap3pyre6">><<set $aarel to 15>><</link>> *<<link "Ignoring the glaring red flags, you find yourself //almost// liking him. He //is// rather charismatic after all." "chap3pyre6">><<set $aarel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "No, hate is right. You can’t stand him, he feels so fake. All practiced, manufactured smiles and words. No substance at all." "chap3pyre6">><<set $aarel to 5>><</link>> *<<link "Honestly, you can’t decide whether you want to deck him in the face or kiss him. //Maybe try therapy.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyre6">><<set $aarel to 35>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "//Why does he have to be so charming?// All suave, perfect smiles that make you lose your train of thought. He’s dangerous all right. //For your heart.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyre6">><<set $aarel to 40>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><<elseif $pyrewith is "amarafest" or $pyrewith is "vreyes" or $pyrewith is "amara">><<if $chap3sub is "augustdance">>His smile shifts, a catlike quality to it. //Someone who’s got exactly what he wants.// "Then, shall we?" He says, offering a hand to you. You place your own in his, allowing him to tug you in closer. And then, there you are. The heat of the lights bearing down on you. Neon bright and sharp spots in the dim ambiance of the room. Music played so loud you feel its thrum vibrating under your skin even as far out as you are. The press of bodies as they move and sway around you. Him pulling you in, urging you to join them. "Follow my lead, won’t you sunshine?" He says, <<if $aaro gte 1>>leaned in so close, you feel his breath hot in your ear. Unable to suppress the resulting shiver, you nod numbly in response, mouth suddenly gone dry.<<else>>leaning in close to be heard over the noise. You nod for lack of anything else to do, not entirely sure what you’ve gotten yourself into.<</if>> One hand settles firmly into yours, the other slips around your waist with a practiced ease. //He’s done this before.// You think, but your mind goes blank before you can expand on it, August pulling you seamlessly into his motion. You’ve never danced before. Not really. //Not like this.// Like the tides under the pull of the moon, helplessly, effortlessly moved. <<if $aaro gte 1>>Entranced. Stuck in his gravity, hardly a hair’s breadth between you.<<else>>Unwillingly entranced. Stuck in his gravity, almost too close for comfort.<</if>> It should feel out of place here, in a club, somewhere dancing amounts more to drunken stumbling and grinding than anything else. But August makes it seem so <<if $aaro gte 1>>//right.//<<else>>//simple.//<</if>> Bend and flow, sway and turn, each movement made easy as you follow him like a moth to a flame. //Fire.// It’s a good comparison. Bright and burning, all encompassing, the flames flickering and dancing on a whim. It’s mesmerizing to watch, much less to be pulled against. Made to move with the fire, one misstep and you’ll burn. Ashes abound, yet knowing the risks you can’t help but lose yourself in it. Even if only for a moment, for one beat, one single song, you can’t help but play with fire. <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>Like always, you never heed the warnings. Never look before you leap. Simply trusting you’ll land safely and unscathed.<<else>>It’s not like you, to be so reckless. Ignoring the flashing red warning signs. But, right now, you can’t help but be swept up in the moment.<</if>> Slowly the song meets its ends, some generic synth beat taking its place. August smoothly moves just a step away, hand still held in his as he maneuvers the two of you off the dance floor and back towards the bar. "See? Wasn’t that so much better? You just needed to let loose, less thinking more doing. And I’d say you did exceptional well. Though, if you wanted some more... //practice,// I certainly wouldn’t say no." He says, sliding one arm lazily to rest on the small of your back. <<if $aaro gte 1>>Part of you wants to say yes, the more sensible part reminds you what you’re here for. //Why// you’re here. Who he is to you. One little reality check is all it takes for the spell to be broken, the fog to dissipate, and for you to come back down to earth.<<else>>You step back, just out of reach, somewhat uncomfortable with his blatant flirting. You must have really lost it for a second there. To be taken in by him so quickly. //He really is dangerous.//<</if>> "Maybe later." You make yourself speak, noncommittal, casual. <span class="next"><<button "//What are you getting yourself into?//" "chap3pyrecon">><</button>></span><<elseif $chap3sub is "augustdancewatch">>His smile shifts, <<if $aaro gte 1>>tugging down just a touch before he forces it back into place.<<else>>looking briefly displeased. Before his expression clears, benign smile back in place.<</if>> "Suit yourself." He says, with a shrug, then, turning and beckoning a nearby woman over. "Well, at least you can watch." And then, there you are, standing still on the dance floor. The heat of the lights bearing down on you. Neon bright and sharp spots in the dim ambiance of the room. Music played so loud you feel its thrum vibrating under your skin even as far out as you are. The press of bodies as they move and sway around you. Him pulling the woman in close. "Follow my lead, won’t you darling?" He says to his partner, leaned in so close he must be speaking directly into her ear. Only just loud enough for you to still catch. //Is he doing that intentionally?// Based on the look he sends you over her shoulder it sure looks like it. <<if $aaro gte 1>>//As if he’d rather be with you instead.//<<else>>//Is he trying to make you jealous?// You roll your eyes, unimpressed.<</if>> //You are here to dance, aren’t you?// Well, not really, but you might as well. Don’t think you’ll get anything from August like this. <<if $expressive gte $stoic>>//When in Rome...// You allow yourself to sway to the beat, lose yourself to it. Move with the rhythm, just let loose. Have fun.<<else>>You allow yourself to sway to the beat, just a tiny thing. Tap your foot to the rhythm. Have fun.<</if>> Distracted as you are, you almost forget who it is you’re standing by, until your eyes catch on the pair beside you. You’ve never seen anyone dance like they do. Like //him.// Not really anyway. Like the tides under the pull of the moon, the woman seems so helplessly, effortlessly moved. It should feel out of place here, in a club, somewhere dancing amounts more to drunken stumbling and grinding than anything else—or, the little side to side motion you’ve fallen into. But August makes it seem so <<if $aaro gte 1>>//right.//<<else>>//simple.//<</if>> Bend and flow, sway and turn, each movement made easy as your eyes follow him like a moth to a flame. //Fire.// It’s a good comparison. Bright and burning, all encompassing, the flames flickering and dancing on a whim. It’s mesmerizing to watch. You know you’re staring, but try as you might you can’t look away. Even if only for a moment, for a beat, one single song, you can’t help but gaze into the fire. <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>Like always, you never heed the warnings. Never look before you leap. Simply trusting you’ll land safely and unscathed.<<else>>It’s not like you, to be so reckless. Ignoring the flashing red warning signs. But, right now, you can’t help but be swept up in the moment.<</if>> Slowly the song meets its ends, some generic synth beat taking its place. August smoothly moves just a step away, dropping her hand and wandering back over to you. The two of you moving off the dance floor and heading back towards the bar. "I saw you watching. You sure you don’t want that dance?" He says, sidling up next to you<<if $aaro gte 1>>, smile coy and inviting<</if>>. <<if $aaro gte 1>>Part of you wants to say yes, the more sensible part reminds you what you’re here for. //Why// you’re here. Who he is to you. One little reality check is all it takes for the spell to be broken, the fog to dissipate, and for you to come back down to earth.<<else>>You step back, just out of reach, somewhat uncomfortable. You must have really lost it for a second there. To be taken in by him so quickly. //He really is dangerous.//<</if>> "Maybe later." You make yourself speak, noncommittal, casual. <span class="next"><<button "//What are you getting yourself into?//" "chap3pyrecon">><</button>></span><<elseif $chap3sub is "sadieclubtalk">>"So, what do you usually do here? Just stick to the bar?" You ask, casually, as if simply making conversation. Seeing what’s good. "Mostly, yeah. I’m not much of a dancer and most’a the music they play is shit. I’m usually with friends though. Don’t tend to drink alone." "What made you decide to come tonight then?" She shrugs. "August asked me to. Something about a person he’s meetin’. I don’t know. Figures he would leave me at the bar and wander off. Bastard." "That sucks. A friend of his?" "Nah, some business type crap. They got some private rooms here, upstairs, he likes to use. VIP shit. Gotta either have the cash to rent out or know someone that knows someone to get access. They’re mostly used by rich assholes, loaded with booze and under the table deals. That kinda stuff. August said he likes ‘em for the ‘ambiance’, the freak."<<set $vipaccess to "known">> "Oh, I guess that makes sense. I’ve heard of some clubs having private booths and the like. Is that where he went off to?" "No way, he wouldn’t have invited you along if that were the case. He’s just dancing." "Makes sense. What do you think—" <span class="next"><<button "Next" "chap3pyrecon">><</button>></span><<elseif $chap3sub is "sadieaugusttalk">>"So, I was wondering, about August…" "What of him?" Sadie asks, raising an eyebrow. "I’d like to know more about him. If you’re okay with that. He seems like an interesting person." "Ugh, where to even start with that guy?" Sadie says, taking a swig of her beer. "He’s real full of himself. The type of guy who thinks he’s hot shit, can do whatever he wants, //get// whatever he wants. He’s charming, I’ll give him that. He’s a therapist’s wet dream and, no, I don’t intend that as a compliment." "No offense, but why do you even hang out with him if he's that bad?" "Fair question. Honestly ask myself that some days. He’s an asshole, no doubt about it, but we make a good team. So I can put up with his shit. Most days." She finishes with a grimace, staring into her empty glass. "Guess today’s not one of them, huh?" You say. “Then, what do you think—" <span class="next"><<button "Next" "chap3pyrecon">><</button>></span><<elseif $chap3sub is "sadieaugustflirttalk">>"So, I was wondering, about August..." "Oh no. Don’t tell me." Sadie says, looking at you in abject despair. "What?" You ask, genuinely startled. "Please tell me you have higher standards than //that//. Like, okay, sure, he’s good looking—I //guess//—but c’mon, did you hear the way he talks? You could do //so// much better." <<if $stoic gt $expressive>>"I—that’s not, I mean… I’d just like to know more about him. Not—like that."<<else>>"I mean… Look, my questionable standards aside." //And oh boy were they.// "I’d just like to know more about him. That’s all."<</if>> "Ugh, where to even start with that guy?" Sadie says, taking a swig of her beer. "He’s real full of himself. The type of guy who thinks he’s hot shit, can do whatever he wants, //get// whatever he wants. He’s charming, I’ll give him that. He’s a therapist’s wet dream and, no, I don’t intend that as a compliment." "No offense, but why do you even hang out with him if he's that bad?" "Fair question. Honestly ask myself that some days. He’s an asshole, no doubt about it, but we make a good team. So I can put up with his shit. Most days." She finishes with a grimace, staring into her empty glass. "Guess today’s not one of them, huh?" You say. "Then, what do you think—" <span class="next"><<button "Next" "chap3pyrecon">><</button>></span><<elseif $chap3sub is "bouncertalk">><<set $bouncerwarning to 1>><<if $chap3subsub is "blwtf">>You give her several wide-eyed blinks, mouth opening and closing without a sound. "You… That’s… Who are you? Why—How do you know that?" "I’ve been keeping an eye on you since you came in. Recognized you right away, from a meeting I attended some days ago, security work. I wasn’t even supposed to—" She cuts herself off abruptly, grimacing. "I need you to understand I’m taking a big risk by even talking to you right now. If the wrong person sees us here, together…" You shake you head, more uneasy than disbelieving. "If what you’re saying is true," //It is, you know it is.// "would running away even help? Moreover, why even warn me? What do you gain from it?" Her mouth tightens, hands clenched hard enough that her knuckles turn white, stark against the black stone counter top. "Trust me, or don’t, just don’t blame me when things goes sideways. It’s your head on the line." She finishes with a barely there sigh, pushing her glass away from her and standing up from the bar. Part of you wants to call out, a thousand questions on your tongue, but you can’t form a single one before she’s gone. It’s probably for the best anyway. You know for a fact she wasn’t lying. //If she lingered too long and August came back…// <<if $kindness gte $callous>>You don’t want that blood on your hands.<<else>>You’d rather not see how //that// ends.<</if>> Your fingers tighten around your drink, staring into the placid surface. //What a mess you’ve found yourself in.//<<elseif $chap3subsub is "blaugust">>"I… If you’re talking about what I think you are, then there’s a lot I need to know, but short of time, just tell me this: Who is August exactly? Who does he work for? How do I…" //Avoid dying without skipping town? Try and find a way out of this mess?// Fuck, you don’t even know. All you know is running away won’t fix it. Not for long. She purses her lips, likely not approving of you ignoring her advice and diving in deeper instead. "He’s a hitman, primarily, but something tells me you already knew that. He works for an organization, the same one that runs this place." She looks at you more closely, shoulders tense. "The same one //I// work for. The Black Rose."<<set $blackrose to 1>> "The Black Rose…" You say thoughtfully. "I’ve never heard of them." "Most haven’t. Not by name. You don’t want to get involved with them—with us, believe me. I know." You shake you head, more uneasy than disbelieving. "Why are you even warning me? What do you gain from this?" Her mouth tightens, hands clenched hard enough that her knuckles turn white, stark against the black stone counter top. "Trust me, or don’t, just don’t blame me when things goes sideways. It’s your head on the line." She finishes with a barely there sigh, pushing her glass away from her and standing up from the bar. Part of you wants to call out, a thousand questions on your tongue, but you can’t form a single one before she’s gone. It’s probably for the best anyway. You know for a fact she wasn’t lying. //If she lingered too long and August came back…// <<if $kindness gte $callous>>You don’t want that blood on your hands.<<else>>You’d rather not see how that ends.<</if>> Your fingers tighten around your drink, staring into the placid surface. //What a mess you’ve found yourself in.//<<elseif $chap3subsub is "blaugusthot">>"I… If you’re talking about what I think you are, then, could you tell me more about August? I think, if I know more about him, get closer to him, then…" You feel heat rush to your face as you imagine the man in question. //What are you even thinking right now? That you can flirt your way out of this?// Fuck, you have no clue. She purses her lips, looking frustrated and quietly disappointed all at once. "I understand why you wouldn’t take me seriously. You think he’s just some attractive guy you’ve met at a bar. And what? That I’m some coworker pulling your leg?" She looks at you more closely, shoulders tense. "You don’t know a thing. That man’s a //monster.// The sooner you learn that, the better." "Whoa." You exclaim, somewhat taken aback by her intensity. "I was kidding. I mean, yeah, he’s charming and all but…" //You know better. Or, you should anyway.// "I wasn’t going to ask him out on a date or anything." //Right?// "Good. You shouldn’t. It’ll only make things worse in the end." Her mouth tightens, hands clenched hard enough that her knuckles turn white, stark against the black stone counter top. "Trust what I’ve said, or don’t. Just don’t blame me when things goes sideways. It’s your head on the line." She finishes with a barely there sigh, pushing her glass away from her and standing up from the bar. Part of you wants to call out, a thousand questions on your tongue, but you can’t form a single one before she’s gone. It’s probably for the best anyway. She was taking a risk in warning you. //If she lingered too long and August came back…// <<if $kindness gte $callous>>You don’t want that blood on your hands.<<else>>You’d rather not see how that ends.<</if>> Your fingers tighten around your drink, staring into the placid surface. //What a mess you’ve found yourself in.//<<else>>"I… If you’re talking about what I think you are, then there’s a lot I need to know, but short of time, just tell me this: Who is it paying for this? Who put the hit out on me? How do I…" //Avoid dying without skipping town? Try and find a way out of this mess?// Fuck, you don’t even know. All you know is running away won’t fix it. Not for long. She purses her lips, likely not approving of you ignoring her advice and diving in deeper instead. "I can’t say. All I can give you is that the man hired to do it, is the same man flirting with you moments ago. He works for an organization, the one that runs this place." She looks at you more closely, shoulders tense. "The one //I// work for. The Black Rose."<<set $blackrose to 1>> "The Black Rose…" You say thoughtfully. "I’ve never heard of them." "Most haven’t. Not by name. You don’t want to get involved with them—with us, believe me. I know." You shake you head, more uneasy than disbelieving. "Why are you even warning me? What do you gain from this?" Her mouth tightens, hands clenched hard enough that her knuckles turn white, stark against the black stone counter top. "Trust me, or don’t, just don’t blame me when things goes sideways. It’s your head on the line." She finishes with a barely there sigh, pushing her glass away from her and standing up from the bar. Part of you wants to call out, a thousand questions on your tongue, but you can’t form a single one before she’s gone. It’s probably for the best anyway. You know for a fact she wasn’t lying. //If she lingered too long and August came back…// <<if $kindness gte $callous>>You don’t want that blood on your hands.<<else>>You’d rather not see how that ends.<</if>> Your fingers tighten around your drink, staring into the placid surface. //What a mess you’ve found yourself in.//<</if>> <span class="next"><<button "//You have a feeling you’ve only just scratched the surface.//" "chap3pyrecon">><</button>></span><<else>>She nods. "I’ll have your drink ready in just a moment." She says, hardly looking as she turns to grab the glass and prepares the drink with a practiced ease. Setting it down before you in record time. Hardly a moment passing in the process. "Here you are. Call me over if you need anything else." Left alone with your drink, you content yourself with slowly sipping away, careful not to look over at the pair seated at the end of the bar. Try as you might, you find you can hardly hear them over the din. Only vague words and phrases, tones more than anything, even as you strain to listen. //Oh, well. Not like you honestly thought you’d hear much.// Back to your drink then. You can head to the booth once you’re done. Or, that //was// the plan anyway. "All on your lonesome, sunshine?" You jolt in your chair, forcefully enough that you nearly fall out, swerving to look at the man sidling up beside you. He continues to speak, as if not noticing your slip up. His voice all low, dulcet tones. "Mind if I join you?" This close, you can see his eyes shining in the low light, a pale green, as they stare down into yours. "Sure." You reply, <<if $cautious gt $reckless>>heart pounding in your chest, <</if>>feigning indifference as he slides into the seat next to you, red coat draped elegantly behind him. //Oh no.// "August Astaire." He says, reaching out to shake your hand. An act you thoughtlessly reciprocate. "A //pleasure// to meet you."<<if $knowaugust isnot 1>><<set $knowaugust to 1>><</if>> //Is he flirting with you?// His hand lingers a moment too long in yours, squeezing just a touch before withdrawing. //Fuck. He is.// And now he’s waiting for your response. A name for a name. Do you dare? *<<link "“My name’s $fname. Nice to meet you.” You say with a grin, trying to play it cool." "chap3pyrecon">><<set $yourname to "$fname">><</link>> *<<link "“I’m $fname $lname. It’s good to meet you.” You say with a smile, making direct eye contact with August as you do so, trying to gauge his reaction." "chap3pyrecon">><<set $yourname to "$fname">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $blackrosesus += 5>><</link>> <<if $fname is "Sam" or $fname is "Samantha">>*<<link "“Nice to meet you, I’m Kris.” You lie, pulling a random name out of your ass." "chap3pyrecon">><<set $yourname to "Kris">><</link>><<else>>*<<link "“Nice to meet you, I’m Sam.” You lie, pulling a random name out of your ass." "chap3pyrecon">><<set $yourname to "Sam">><</link>><</if>><</if>><<elseif $pyrewith is "solo" and $sadieishere is 1>><<if $chap3sub is "augustdance">>His smile shifts, a catlike quality to it. //Someone who’s got exactly what he wants.// "Then, shall we?" He says, offering a hand to you. You place your own in his, allowing him to tug you in closer. And then, there you are. The heat of the lights bearing down on you. Neon bright and sharp spots in the dim ambiance of the room. Music played so loud you feel its thrum vibrating under your skin even as far out as you are. The press of bodies as they move and sway around you. Him pulling you in, urging you to join them. "Follow my lead, won’t you sunshine?" He says, <<if $aaro gte 1>>leaned in so close, you feel his breath hot in your ear. Unable to suppress the resulting shiver, you nod numbly in response, mouth suddenly gone dry.<<else>>leaning in close to be heard over the noise. You nod for lack of anything else to do, not entirely sure what you’ve gotten yourself into.<</if>> One hand settles firmly into yours, the other slips around your waist with a practiced ease. //He’s done this before.// You think, but your mind goes blank before you can expand on it, August pulling you seamlessly into his motion. You’ve never danced before. Not really. //Not like this.// Like the tides under the pull of the moon, helplessly, effortlessly moved. <<if $aaro gte 1>>Entranced. Stuck in his gravity, hardly a hair’s breadth between you.<<else>>Unwillingly entranced. Stuck in his gravity, almost too close for comfort.<</if>> It should feel out of place here, in a club, somewhere dancing amounts more to drunken stumbling and grinding than anything else. But August makes it seem so <<if $aaro gte 1>>//right.//<<else>>//simple.//<</if>> Bend and flow, sway and turn, each movement made easy as you follow him like a moth to a flame. //Fire.// It’s a good comparison. Bright and burning, all encompassing, the flames flickering and dancing on a whim. It’s mesmerizing to watch, much less to be pulled against. Made to move with the fire, one misstep and you’ll burn. Ashes abound, yet knowing the risks you can’t help but lose yourself in it. Even if only for a moment, for one beat, one single song, you can’t help but play with fire. <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>Like always, you never heed the warnings. Never look before you leap. Simply trusting you’ll land safely and unscathed.<<else>>It’s not like you, to be so reckless. Ignoring the flashing red warning signs. But, right now, you can’t help but be swept up in the moment.<</if>> Slowly the song meets its ends, some generic synth beat taking its place. August smoothly moves just a step away, hand still held in his as he maneuvers the two of you off the dance floor and back towards the bar. "See? Wasn’t that so much better? You just needed to let loose, less thinking more doing. And I’d say you did exceptional well. Though, if you wanted some more... //practice,// I certainly wouldn’t say no." He says, sliding one arm lazily to rest on the small of your back. <<if $aaro gte 1>>Part of you wants to say yes, the more sensible part reminds you what you’re here for. //Why// you’re here. Who he is to you. One little reality check is all it takes for the spell to be broken, the fog to dissipate, and for you to come back down to earth.<<else>>You step back, just out of reach, somewhat uncomfortable with his blatant flirting. You must have really lost it for a second there. To be taken in by him so quickly. //He really is dangerous.//<</if>> "Maybe later." You make yourself speak, noncommittal, casual. <span class="next"><<button "//What are you getting yourself into?//" "chap3pyrecon">><</button>></span><<elseif $chap3sub is "augustdancewatch">>His smile shifts, <<if $aaro gte 1>>tugging down just a touch before he forces it back into place.<<else>>looking briefly displeased. Before his expression clears, benign smile back in place.<</if>> "Suit yourself." He says, with a shrug, then, turning and beckoning a nearby woman over. "Well, at least you can watch." And then, there you are, standing still on the dance floor. The heat of the lights bearing down on you. Neon bright and sharp spots in the dim ambiance of the room. Music played so loud you feel its thrum vibrating under your skin even as far out as you are. The press of bodies as they move and sway around you. Him pulling the woman in close. "Follow my lead, won’t you darling?" He says to his partner, leaned in so close he must be speaking directly into her ear. Only just loud enough for you to still catch. //Is he doing that intentionally?// Based on the look he sends you over her shoulder it sure looks like it. <<if $aaro gte 1>>//As if he’d rather be with you instead.//<<else>>//Is he trying to make you jealous?// You roll your eyes, unimpressed.<</if>> //You are here to dance, aren’t you?// Well, not really, but you might as well. Don’t think you’ll get anything from August like this. <<if $expressive gte $stoic>>//When in Rome...// You allow yourself to sway to the beat, lose yourself to it. Move with the rhythm, just let loose. Have fun.<<else>>You allow yourself to sway to the beat, just a tiny thing. Tap your foot to the rhythm. Have fun.<</if>> Distracted as you are, you almost forget who it is you’re standing by, until your eyes catch on the pair beside you. You’ve never seen anyone dance like they do. Like //him.// Not really anyway. Like the tides under the pull of the moon, the woman seems so helplessly, effortlessly moved. It should feel out of place here, in a club, somewhere dancing amounts more to drunken stumbling and grinding than anything else—or, the little side to side motion you’ve fallen into. But August makes it seem so <<if $aaro gte 1>>//right.//<<else>>//simple.//<</if>> Bend and flow, sway and turn, each movement made easy as your eyes follow him like a moth to a flame. //Fire.// It’s a good comparison. Bright and burning, all encompassing, the flames flickering and dancing on a whim. It’s mesmerizing to watch. You know you’re staring, but try as you might you can’t look away. Even if only for a moment, for a beat, one single song, you can’t help but gaze into the fire. <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>Like always, you never heed the warnings. Never look before you leap. Simply trusting you’ll land safely and unscathed.<<else>>It’s not like you, to be so reckless. Ignoring the flashing red warning signs. But, right now, you can’t help but be swept up in the moment.<</if>> Slowly the song meets its ends, some generic synth beat taking its place. August smoothly moves just a step away, dropping her hand and wandering back over to you. The two of you moving off the dance floor and heading back towards the bar. "I saw you watching. You sure you don’t want that dance?" He says, sidling up next to you<<if $aaro gte 1>>, smile coy and inviting<</if>>. <<if $aaro gte 1>>Part of you wants to say yes, the more sensible part reminds you what you’re here for. //Why// you’re here. Who he is to you. One little reality check is all it takes for the spell to be broken, the fog to dissipate, and for you to come back down to earth.<<else>>You step back, just out of reach, somewhat uncomfortable. You must have really lost it for a second there. To be taken in by him so quickly. //He really is dangerous.//<</if>> "Maybe later." You make yourself speak, noncommittal, casual. <span class="next"><<button "//What are you getting yourself into?//" "chap3pyrecon">><</button>></span><<elseif $chap3sub is "sadieclubtalk">>"So, what do you usually do here? Just stick to the bar?" You ask, casually, as if simply making conversation. Seeing what’s good. "Mostly, yeah. I’m not much of a dancer and most’a the music they play is shit. I’m usually with friends though. Don’t tend to drink alone." "What made you decide to come tonight then?" She shrugs. "August asked me to. Something about a person he’s meetin’. I don’t know. Figures he would leave me at the bar and wander off. Bastard." "That sucks. A friend of his?" "Nah, some business type crap. They got some private rooms here, upstairs, he likes to use. VIP shit. Gotta either have the cash to rent out or know someone that knows someone to get access. They’re mostly used by rich assholes, loaded with booze and under the table deals. That kinda stuff. August said he likes ‘em for the ‘ambiance’, the freak."<<set $vipaccess to "known">> "Oh, I guess that makes sense. I’ve heard of some clubs having private booths and the like. Is that where he went off to?" "No way, he wouldn’t have invited you along if that were the case. <<if $chap3path is "sadierunaway" or $chap3path is "sadieleave">>No offense. <</if>>He’s just dancing." "Makes sense. What do you think—" <span class="next"><<button "Next" "chap3pyrecon">><</button>></span><<elseif $chap3sub is "sadieaugusttalk">>"So, I was wondering, about August…" "What of him?" Sadie asks, raising an eyebrow. "I’d like to know more about him. If you’re okay with that. He seems like an interesting person." "Ugh, where to even start with that guy?" Sadie says, taking a swig of her beer. "He’s real full of himself. The type of guy who thinks he’s hot shit, can do whatever he wants, //get// whatever he wants. He’s charming, I’ll give him that. He’s a therapist’s wet dream and, no, I don’t intend that as a compliment." "No offense, but why do you even hang out with him if he's that bad?" "Fair question. Honestly ask myself that some days. He’s an asshole, no doubt about it, but we make a good team. So I can put up with his shit. Most days." She finishes with a grimace, staring into her empty glass. "Guess today’s not one of them, huh?" You say. “Then, what do you think—" <span class="next"><<button "Next" "chap3pyrecon">><</button>></span><<elseif $chap3sub is "sadieaugustflirttalk">>"So, I was wondering, about August..." "Oh no. Don’t tell me." Sadie says, looking at you in abject despair. "What?" You ask, genuinely startled. "Please tell me you have higher standards than //that//. Like, okay, sure, he’s good looking—I //guess//—but c’mon, did you hear the way he talks? You could do //so// much better." <<if $stoic gt $expressive>>"I—that’s not, I mean… I’d just like to know more about him. Not—like that."<<else>>"I mean… Look, my questionable standards aside." //And oh boy were they.// "I’d just like to know more about him. That’s all."<</if>> "Ugh, where to even start with that guy?" Sadie says, taking a swig of her beer. "He’s real full of himself. The type of guy who thinks he’s hot shit, can do whatever he wants, //get// whatever he wants. He’s charming, I’ll give him that. He’s a therapist’s wet dream and, no, I don’t intend that as a compliment." "No offense, but why do you even hang out with him if he's that bad?" "Fair question. Honestly ask myself that some days. He’s an asshole, no doubt about it, but we make a good team. So I can put up with his shit. Most days." She finishes with a grimace, staring into her empty glass. "Guess today’s not one of them, huh?" You say. "Then, what do you think—" <span class="next"><<button "Next" "chap3pyrecon">><</button>></span><<else>><<if $chap3subsub is "aasus">>He narrows his eyes at you for a moment before, slowly, his smile widens. "Oh, I wouldn’t say that. Messier, sure. Drunk people often are. But, you know, I find that—"<<elseif $chap3subsub is "aaleave">>"A shame." He replies flippantly. "Ah, but I suppose I have places to be myself. See you around <<if $yourname is "$fname">>$yourname.<<else>>//$yourname.//<</if>>"<br><br><<elseif $chap3subsub is "aaliar">>"Is that so?" He asks, looking vaguely unimpressed. "How //boring.// What a shame, I thought you—"<<elseif $chap3subsub is "aawow">>He looks at you for a moment, blinking rapidly, eyes wide, before finally breaking into laughter. "You—oh, I like you." He says, head propped up with one hand. "You don’t pull your punches do you? If only—"<</if>><<if $chap3subsub is "aanah" or $chap3subsub is "aaleave">><<set $metaugustagain to 1>>Crossing the room, you wind up slouching down into the booth with a groan. //Well that was unexpected. And unpleasant.// At least he didn’t follow you over. Your eyes still linger on where the pair of you had been. By all accounts, you //should// hate him. And yet… *<<link "Somehow, someway, you’ve found yourself unwittingly charmed by him. And you are absolutely pissed about it." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 15>><</link>> *<<link "Ignoring the glaring red flags, you find yourself //almost// liking him. He //is// rather charismatic after all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "No, hate is right. You can’t stand him, he feels so fake. All practiced, manufactured smiles and words. No substance at all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 5>><</link>> *<<link "Honestly, you can’t decide whether you want to deck him in the face or kiss him. //Maybe try therapy.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 35>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "//Why does he have to be so charming?// All suave, perfect smiles that make you lose your train of thought. He’s dangerous all right. //For your heart.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 40>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> <<else>>August cuts himself off, pulling out his phone with an annoyed huff, his eyes scanning the screen before he slides it back into his pocket. "Something wrong?" "No, no. Just a reminder for a work meeting I have later. But that’s not for a while yet. I still have time to stay and chat, unless…" "Unless?" You ask, <<if $callous gt $kindness>>reluctantly taking the bait<<else>>curious.<</if>> "Perhaps we could find a better way to pass the time. Care for a dance, sunshine?" *<<link "Go with August, who knows, maybe this could prove a valuable opportunity." "chap3pyrecon">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdanceb">><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "Go with August, because—//fuck//, you must be having a momentary lapse in judgment, but damn if he isn’t just as hot as he thinks he is. $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdanceb">><<set $aaro += 1>><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "No way, make your excuses. You’d rather not sit here and chat any longer. It’s not getting you anywhere." "chap3pyrecon">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdanceno">><</link>> *<<link "You’d rather not. Maybe you can see if he’d be willing to sit and talk more instead?" "chap3pyrecon">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdancetalk">><</link>><</if>><</if>><<elseif $pyrewith is "v">><<if $chap3sub is "augustdance">>His smile shifts, a catlike quality to it. //Someone who’s got exactly what he wants.// "Then, shall we?" He says, offering a hand to you. You place your own in his, allowing him to tug you in closer. And then, there you are. The heat of the lights bearing down on you. Neon bright and sharp spots in the dim ambiance of the room. Music played so loud you feel its thrum vibrating under your skin even as far out as you are. The press of bodies as they move and sway around you. Him pulling you in, urging you to join them. "Follow my lead, won’t you sunshine?" He says, <<if $aaro gte 1>>leaned in so close, you feel his breath hot in your ear. Unable to suppress the resulting shiver, you nod numbly in response, mouth suddenly gone dry.<<else>>leaning in close to be heard over the noise. You nod for lack of anything else to do, not entirely sure what you’ve gotten yourself into.<</if>> One hand settles firmly into yours, the other slips around your waist with a practiced ease. //He’s done this before.// You think, but your mind goes blank before you can expand on it, August pulling you seamlessly into his motion. You’ve never danced before. Not really. //Not like this.// Like the tides under the pull of the moon, helplessly, effortlessly moved. <<if $aaro gte 1>>Entranced. Stuck in his gravity, hardly a hair’s breadth between you.<<else>>Unwillingly entranced. Stuck in his gravity, almost too close for comfort.<</if>> It should feel out of place here, in a club, somewhere dancing amounts more to drunken stumbling and grinding than anything else. But August makes it seem so <<if $aaro gte 1>>//right.//<<else>>//simple.//<</if>> Bend and flow, sway and turn, each movement made easy as you follow him like a moth to a flame. //Fire.// It’s a good comparison. Bright and burning, all encompassing, the flames flickering and dancing on a whim. It’s mesmerizing to watch, much less to be pulled against. Made to move with the fire, one misstep and you’ll burn. Ashes abound, yet knowing the risks you can’t help but lose yourself in it. Even if only for a moment, for one beat, one single song, you can’t help but play with fire. <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>Like always, you never heed the warnings. Never look before you leap. Simply trusting you’ll land safely and unscathed.<<else>>It’s not like you, to be so reckless. Ignoring the flashing red warning signs. But, right now, you can’t help but be swept up in the moment.<</if>> Slowly the song meets its ends, some generic synth beat taking its place. August smoothly moves just a step away, hand still held in his as he maneuvers the two of you off the dance floor and back towards the bar. "See? Wasn’t that so much better? You just needed to let loose, less thinking more doing. And I’d say you did exceptional well. Though, if you wanted some more... //practice,// I certainly wouldn’t say no." He says, sliding one arm lazily to rest on the small of your back. <<if $aaro gte 1>>Part of you wants to say yes, the more sensible part reminds you what you’re here for. //Why// you’re here. Who he is to you. One little reality check is all it takes for the spell to be broken, the fog to dissipate, and for you to come back down to earth.<<else>>You step back, just out of reach, somewhat uncomfortable with his blatant flirting. You must have really lost it for a second there. To be taken in by him so quickly. //He really is dangerous.//<</if>> "Maybe later." You make yourself speak, noncommittal, casual. <span class="next"><<button "//What are you getting yourself into?//" "chap3pyrecon">><</button>></span><<elseif $chap3sub is "augustdancewatch">>His smile shifts, <<if $aaro gte 1>>tugging down just a touch before he forces it back into place.<<else>>looking briefly displeased. Before his expression clears, benign smile back in place.<</if>> "Suit yourself." He says, with a shrug, then, turning and beckoning a nearby woman over. "Well, at least you can watch." And then, there you are, standing still on the dance floor. The heat of the lights bearing down on you. Neon bright and sharp spots in the dim ambiance of the room. Music played so loud you feel its thrum vibrating under your skin even as far out as you are. The press of bodies as they move and sway around you. Him pulling the woman in close. "Follow my lead, won’t you darling?" He says to his partner, leaned in so close he must be speaking directly into her ear. Only just loud enough for you to still catch. //Is he doing that intentionally?// Based on the look he sends you over her shoulder it sure looks like it. <<if $aaro gte 1>>//As if he’d rather be with you instead.//<<else>>//Is he trying to make you jealous?// You roll your eyes, unimpressed.<</if>> //You are here to dance, aren’t you?// Well, not really, but you might as well. Don’t think you’ll get anything from August like this. <<if $expressive gte $stoic>>//When in Rome...// You allow yourself to sway to the beat, lose yourself to it. Move with the rhythm, just let loose. Have fun.<<else>>You allow yourself to sway to the beat, just a tiny thing. Tap your foot to the rhythm. Have fun.<</if>> Distracted as you are, you almost forget who it is you’re standing by, until your eyes catch on the pair beside you. You’ve never seen anyone dance like they do. Like //him.// Not really anyway. Like the tides under the pull of the moon, the woman seems so helplessly, effortlessly moved. It should feel out of place here, in a club, somewhere dancing amounts more to drunken stumbling and grinding than anything else—or, the little side to side motion you’ve fallen into. But August makes it seem so <<if $aaro gte 1>>//right.//<<else>>//simple.//<</if>> Bend and flow, sway and turn, each movement made easy as your eyes follow him like a moth to a flame. //Fire.// It’s a good comparison. Bright and burning, all encompassing, the flames flickering and dancing on a whim. It’s mesmerizing to watch. You know you’re staring, but try as you might you can’t look away. Even if only for a moment, for a beat, one single song, you can’t help but gaze into the fire. <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>Like always, you never heed the warnings. Never look before you leap. Simply trusting you’ll land safely and unscathed.<<else>>It’s not like you, to be so reckless. Ignoring the flashing red warning signs. But, right now, you can’t help but be swept up in the moment.<</if>> Slowly the song meets its ends, some generic synth beat taking its place. August smoothly moves just a step away, dropping her hand and wandering back over to you. The two of you moving off the dance floor and heading back towards the bar. "I saw you watching. You sure you don’t want that dance?" He says, sidling up next to you<<if $aaro gte 1>>, smile coy and inviting<</if>>. <<if $aaro gte 1>>Part of you wants to say yes, the more sensible part reminds you what you’re here for. //Why// you’re here. Who he is to you. One little reality check is all it takes for the spell to be broken, the fog to dissipate, and for you to come back down to earth.<<else>>You step back, just out of reach, somewhat uncomfortable. You must have really lost it for a second there. To be taken in by him so quickly. //He really is dangerous.//<</if>> "Maybe later." You make yourself speak, noncommittal, casual. <span class="next"><<button "//What are you getting yourself into?//" "chap3pyrecon">><</button>></span><<elseif $chap3sub is "bouncertalk">><<set $bouncerwarning to 1>><<if $chap3subsub is "blwtf">>You give her several wide-eyed blinks, mouth opening and closing without a sound. "You… That’s… Who are you? Why—How do you know that?" "I’ve been keeping an eye on you since you came in. Recognized you right away, from a meeting I attended some days ago, security work. I wasn’t even supposed to—" She cuts herself off abruptly, grimacing. "I need you to understand I’m taking a big risk by even talking to you right now. If the wrong person sees us here, together…" You shake you head, more uneasy than disbelieving. "If what you’re saying is true," //It is, you know it is.// "would running away even help? Moreover, why even warn me? What do you gain from it?" Her mouth tightens, hands clenched hard enough that her knuckles turn white, stark against the black stone counter top. "Trust me, or don’t, just don’t blame me when things goes sideways. It’s your head on the line." She finishes with a barely there sigh, pushing her glass away from her and standing up from the bar. Part of you wants to call out, a thousand questions on your tongue, but you can’t form a single one before she’s gone. It’s probably for the best anyway. You know for a fact she wasn’t lying. //If she lingered too long and August came back…// <<if $kindness gte $callous>>You don’t want that blood on your hands.<<else>>You’d rather not see how //that// ends.<</if>> Your fingers tighten around your drink, staring into the placid surface. //What a mess you’ve found yourself in.//<<elseif $chap3subsub is "blaugust">>"I… If you’re talking about what I think you are, then there’s a lot I need to know, but short of time, just tell me this: Who is August exactly? Who does he work for? How do I…" //Avoid dying without skipping town? Try and find a way out of this mess?// Fuck, you don’t even know. All you know is running away won’t fix it. Not for long. She purses her lips, likely not approving of you ignoring her advice and diving in deeper instead. "He’s a hitman, primarily, but something tells me you already knew that. He works for an organization, the same one that runs this place." She looks at you more closely, shoulders tense. "The same one //I// work for. The Black Rose."<<set $blackrose to 1>> "The Black Rose…" You say thoughtfully. "I’ve never heard of them." "Most haven’t. Not by name. You don’t want to get involved with them—with us, believe me. I know." You shake you head, more uneasy than disbelieving. "Why are you even warning me? What do you gain from this?" Her mouth tightens, hands clenched hard enough that her knuckles turn white, stark against the black stone counter top. "Trust me, or don’t, just don’t blame me when things goes sideways. It’s your head on the line." She finishes with a barely there sigh, pushing her glass away from her and standing up from the bar. Part of you wants to call out, a thousand questions on your tongue, but you can’t form a single one before she’s gone. It’s probably for the best anyway. You know for a fact she wasn’t lying. //If she lingered too long and August came back…// <<if $kindness gte $callous>>You don’t want that blood on your hands.<<else>>You’d rather not see how that ends.<</if>> Your fingers tighten around your drink, staring into the placid surface. //What a mess you’ve found yourself in.//<<elseif $chap3subsub is "blaugusthot">>"I… If you’re talking about what I think you are, then, could you tell me more about August? I think, if I know more about him, get closer to him, then…" You feel heat rush to your face as you imagine the man in question. //What are you even thinking right now? That you can flirt your way out of this?// Fuck, you have no clue. She purses her lips, looking frustrated and quietly disappointed all at once. "I understand why you wouldn’t take me seriously. You think he’s just some attractive guy you’ve met at a bar. And what? That I’m some coworker pulling your leg?" She looks at you more closely, shoulders tense. "You don’t know a thing. That man’s a //monster.// The sooner you learn that, the better." "Whoa." You exclaim, somewhat taken aback by her intensity. "I was kidding. I mean, yeah, he’s charming and all but…" //You know better. Or, you should anyway.// "I wasn’t going to ask him out on a date or anything." //Right?// "Good. You shouldn’t. It’ll only make things worse in the end." Her mouth tightens, hands clenched hard enough that her knuckles turn white, stark against the black stone counter top. "Trust what I’ve said, or don’t. Just don’t blame me when things goes sideways. It’s your head on the line." She finishes with a barely there sigh, pushing her glass away from her and standing up from the bar. Part of you wants to call out, a thousand questions on your tongue, but you can’t form a single one before she’s gone. It’s probably for the best anyway. She was taking a risk in warning you. //If she lingered too long and August came back…// <<if $kindness gte $callous>>You don’t want that blood on your hands.<<else>>You’d rather not see how that ends.<</if>> Your fingers tighten around your drink, staring into the placid surface. //What a mess you’ve found yourself in.//<<else>>"I… If you’re talking about what I think you are, then there’s a lot I need to know, but short of time, just tell me this: Who is it paying for this? Who put the hit out on me? How do I…" //Avoid dying without skipping town? Try and find a way out of this mess?// Fuck, you don’t even know. All you know is running away won’t fix it. Not for long. She purses her lips, likely not approving of you ignoring her advice and diving in deeper instead. "I can’t say. All I can give you is that the man hired to do it, is the same man flirting with you moments ago. He works for an organization, the one that runs this place." She looks at you more closely, shoulders tense. "The one //I// work for. The Black Rose."<<set $blackrose to 1>> "The Black Rose…" You say thoughtfully. "I’ve never heard of them." "Most haven’t. Not by name. You don’t want to get involved with them—with us, believe me. I know." You shake you head, more uneasy than disbelieving. "Why are you even warning me? What do you gain from this?" Her mouth tightens, hands clenched hard enough that her knuckles turn white, stark against the black stone counter top. "Trust me, or don’t, just don’t blame me when things goes sideways. It’s your head on the line." She finishes with a barely there sigh, pushing her glass away from her and standing up from the bar. Part of you wants to call out, a thousand questions on your tongue, but you can’t form a single one before she’s gone. It’s probably for the best anyway. You know for a fact she wasn’t lying. //If she lingered too long and August came back…// <<if $kindness gte $callous>>You don’t want that blood on your hands.<<else>>You’d rather not see how that ends.<</if>> Your fingers tighten around your drink, staring into the placid surface. //What a mess you’ve found yourself in.//<</if>> <span class="next"><<button "//You have a feeling you’ve only just scratched the surface.//" "chap3pyrecon">><</button>></span><<else>>She nods. "I’ll have your drink ready in just a moment." She says, hardly looking as she turns to grab the glass and prepares the drink with a practiced ease. Setting it down before you in record time. Hardly a moment passing in the process. "Here you are. Call me over if you need anything else." Left alone with your drink, you content yourself with slowly sipping away, careful not to look over at the pair seated at the end of the bar. Try as you might, you find you can hardly hear them over the din. Only vague words and phrases, tones more than anything, even as you strain to listen. //Oh, well. Not like you honestly thought you’d hear much.// Back to your drink then. You can head to the booth once you’re done. Or, that //was// the plan anyway. "All on your lonesome, sunshine?" You jolt in your chair, forcefully enough that you nearly fall out, swerving to look at the man sidling up beside you. He continues to speak, as if not noticing your slip up. His voice all low, dulcet tones. "Mind if I join you?" This close, you can see his eyes shining in the low light, a pale green, as they stare down into yours. "Sure." You reply, <<if $cautious gt $reckless>>heart pounding in your chest, <</if>>feigning indifference as he slides into the seat next to you, red coat draped elegantly behind him. //Oh no.// "August Astaire." He says, reaching out to shake your hand. An act you thoughtlessly reciprocate. "A //pleasure// to meet you."<<if $knowaugust isnot 1>><<set $knowaugust to 1>><</if>> //Is he flirting with you?// His hand lingers a moment too long in yours, squeezing just a touch before withdrawing. //Fuck. He is.// And now he’s waiting for your response. A name for a name. Do you dare? As for you, $vmr Zhang warned against it but maybe you could… *<<link "“My name’s $fname. Nice to meet you.” You say with a grin, trying to play it cool." "chap3pyrecon">><<set $yourname to "$fname">><</link>> *<<link "“I’m $fname $lname. It’s good to meet you.” You say with a smile, making direct eye contact with August as you do so, trying to gauge his reaction." "chap3pyrecon">><<set $yourname to "$fname">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $blackrosesus += 5>><</link>> <<if $fname is "Sam" or $fname is "Samantha">>*<<link "“Nice to meet you, I’m Kris.” You lie, pulling a random name out of your ass." "chap3pyrecon">><<set $yourname to "Kris">><</link>><<else>>*<<link "“Nice to meet you, I’m Sam.” You lie, pulling a random name out of your ass." "chap3pyrecon">><<set $yourname to "Sam">><</link>><</if>><</if>><<else>><<if $chap3sub is "augustdance">>His smile shifts, a catlike quality to it. //Someone who’s got exactly what he wants.// "Then, shall we?" He says, offering a hand to you. You place your own in his, allowing him to tug you in closer. And then, there you are. The heat of the lights bearing down on you. Neon bright and sharp spots in the dim ambiance of the room. Music played so loud you feel its thrum vibrating under your skin even as far out as you are. The press of bodies as they move and sway around you. Him pulling you in, urging you to join them. "Follow my lead, won’t you sunshine?" He says, <<if $aaro gte 1>>leaned in so close, you feel his breath hot in your ear. Unable to suppress the resulting shiver, you nod numbly in response, mouth suddenly gone dry.<<else>>leaning in close to be heard over the noise. You nod for lack of anything else to do, not entirely sure what you’ve gotten yourself into.<</if>> One hand settles firmly into yours, the other slips around your waist with a practiced ease. //He’s done this before.// You think, but your mind goes blank before you can expand on it, August pulling you seamlessly into his motion. You’ve never danced before. Not really. //Not like this.// Like the tides under the pull of the moon, helplessly, effortlessly moved. <<if $aaro gte 1>>Entranced. Stuck in his gravity, hardly a hair’s breadth between you.<<else>>Unwillingly entranced. Stuck in his gravity, almost too close for comfort.<</if>> It should feel out of place here, in a club, somewhere dancing amounts more to drunken stumbling and grinding than anything else. But August makes it seem so <<if $aaro gte 1>>//right.//<<else>>//simple.//<</if>> Bend and flow, sway and turn, each movement made easy as you follow him like a moth to a flame. //Fire.// It’s a good comparison. Bright and burning, all encompassing, the flames flickering and dancing on a whim. It’s mesmerizing to watch, much less to be pulled against. Made to move with the fire, one misstep and you’ll burn. Ashes abound, yet knowing the risks you can’t help but lose yourself in it. Even if only for a moment, for one beat, one single song, you can’t help but play with fire. <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>Like always, you never heed the warnings. Never look before you leap. Simply trusting you’ll land safely and unscathed.<<else>>It’s not like you, to be so reckless. Ignoring the flashing red warning signs. But, right now, you can’t help but be swept up in the moment.<</if>> Slowly the song meets its ends, some generic synth beat taking its place. August smoothly moves just a step away, hand still held in his as he maneuvers the two of you off the dance floor and back towards the bar. "See? Wasn’t that so much better? You just needed to let loose, less thinking more doing. And I’d say you did exceptional well. Though, if you wanted some more... //practice,// I certainly wouldn’t say no." He says, sliding one arm lazily to rest on the small of your back. <<if $aaro gte 1>>Part of you wants to say yes, the more sensible part reminds you what you’re here for. //Why// you’re here. Who he is to you. One little reality check is all it takes for the spell to be broken, the fog to dissipate, and for you to come back down to earth.<<else>>You step back, just out of reach, somewhat uncomfortable with his blatant flirting. You must have really lost it for a second there. To be taken in by him so quickly. //He really is dangerous.//<</if>> "Maybe later." You make yourself speak, noncommittal, casual. <span class="next"><<button "//What are you getting yourself into?//" "chap3pyrecon">><</button>></span><<elseif $chap3sub is "augustdancewatch">>His smile shifts, <<if $aaro gte 1>>tugging down just a touch before he forces it back into place.<<else>>looking briefly displeased. Before his expression clears, benign smile back in place.<</if>> "Suit yourself." He says, with a shrug, then, turning and beckoning a nearby woman over. "Well, at least you can watch." And then, there you are, standing still on the dance floor. The heat of the lights bearing down on you. Neon bright and sharp spots in the dim ambiance of the room. Music played so loud you feel its thrum vibrating under your skin even as far out as you are. The press of bodies as they move and sway around you. Him pulling the woman in close. "Follow my lead, won’t you darling?" He says to his partner, leaned in so close he must be speaking directly into her ear. Only just loud enough for you to still catch. //Is he doing that intentionally?// Based on the look he sends you over her shoulder it sure looks like it. <<if $aaro gte 1>>//As if he’d rather be with you instead.//<<else>>//Is he trying to make you jealous?// You roll your eyes, unimpressed.<</if>> //You are here to dance, aren’t you?// Well, not really, but you might as well. Don’t think you’ll get anything from August like this. <<if $expressive gte $stoic>>//When in Rome...// You allow yourself to sway to the beat, lose yourself to it. Move with the rhythm, just let loose. Have fun.<<else>>You allow yourself to sway to the beat, just a tiny thing. Tap your foot to the rhythm. Have fun.<</if>> Distracted as you are, you almost forget who it is you’re standing by, until your eyes catch on the pair beside you. You’ve never seen anyone dance like they do. Like //him.// Not really anyway. Like the tides under the pull of the moon, the woman seems so helplessly, effortlessly moved. It should feel out of place here, in a club, somewhere dancing amounts more to drunken stumbling and grinding than anything else—or, the little side to side motion you’ve fallen into. But August makes it seem so <<if $aaro gte 1>>//right.//<<else>>//simple.//<</if>> Bend and flow, sway and turn, each movement made easy as your eyes follow him like a moth to a flame. //Fire.// It’s a good comparison. Bright and burning, all encompassing, the flames flickering and dancing on a whim. It’s mesmerizing to watch. You know you’re staring, but try as you might you can’t look away. Even if only for a moment, for a beat, one single song, you can’t help but gaze into the fire. <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>Like always, you never heed the warnings. Never look before you leap. Simply trusting you’ll land safely and unscathed.<<else>>It’s not like you, to be so reckless. Ignoring the flashing red warning signs. But, right now, you can’t help but be swept up in the moment.<</if>> Slowly the song meets its ends, some generic synth beat taking its place. August smoothly moves just a step away, dropping her hand and wandering back over to you. The two of you moving off the dance floor and heading back towards the bar. "I saw you watching. You sure you don’t want that dance?" He says, sidling up next to you<<if $aaro gte 1>>, smile coy and inviting<</if>>. <<if $aaro gte 1>>Part of you wants to say yes, the more sensible part reminds you what you’re here for. //Why// you’re here. Who he is to you. One little reality check is all it takes for the spell to be broken, the fog to dissipate, and for you to come back down to earth.<<else>>You step back, just out of reach, somewhat uncomfortable. You must have really lost it for a second there. To be taken in by him so quickly. //He really is dangerous.//<</if>> "Maybe later." You make yourself speak, noncommittal, casual. <span class="next"><<button "//What are you getting yourself into?//" "chap3pyrecon">><</button>></span><<elseif $chap3sub is "bouncertalk">><<set $bouncerwarning to 1>><<if $chap3subsub is "blwtf">>You give her several wide-eyed blinks, mouth opening and closing without a sound. "You… That’s… Who are you? Why—How do you know that?" "I’ve been keeping an eye on you since you came in. Recognized you right away, from a meeting I attended some days ago, security work. I wasn’t even supposed to—" She cuts herself off abruptly, grimacing. "I need you to understand I’m taking a big risk by even talking to you right now. If the wrong person sees us here, together…" You shake you head, more uneasy than disbelieving. "If what you’re saying is true," //It is, you know it is.// "would running away even help? Moreover, why even warn me? What do you gain from it?" Her mouth tightens, hands clenched hard enough that her knuckles turn white, stark against the black stone counter top. "Trust me, or don’t, just don’t blame me when things goes sideways. It’s your head on the line." She finishes with a barely there sigh, pushing her glass away from her and standing up from the bar. Part of you wants to call out, a thousand questions on your tongue, but you can’t form a single one before she’s gone. It’s probably for the best anyway. You know for a fact she wasn’t lying. //If she lingered too long and August came back…// <<if $kindness gte $callous>>You don’t want that blood on your hands.<<else>>You’d rather not see how //that// ends.<</if>> Your fingers tighten around your drink, staring into the placid surface. //What a mess you’ve found yourself in.//<<elseif $chap3subsub is "blaugust">>"I… If you’re talking about what I think you are, then there’s a lot I need to know, but short of time, just tell me this: Who is August exactly? Who does he work for? How do I…" //Avoid dying without skipping town? Try and find a way out of this mess?// Fuck, you don’t even know. All you know is running away won’t fix it. Not for long. She purses her lips, likely not approving of you ignoring her advice and diving in deeper instead. "He’s a hitman, primarily, but something tells me you already knew that. He works for an organization, the same one that runs this place." She looks at you more closely, shoulders tense. "The same one //I// work for. The Black Rose."<<set $blackrose to 1>> "The Black Rose…" You say thoughtfully. "I’ve never heard of them." "Most haven’t. Not by name. You don’t want to get involved with them—with us, believe me. I know." You shake you head, more uneasy than disbelieving. "Why are you even warning me? What do you gain from this?" Her mouth tightens, hands clenched hard enough that her knuckles turn white, stark against the black stone counter top. "Trust me, or don’t, just don’t blame me when things goes sideways. It’s your head on the line." She finishes with a barely there sigh, pushing her glass away from her and standing up from the bar. Part of you wants to call out, a thousand questions on your tongue, but you can’t form a single one before she’s gone. It’s probably for the best anyway. You know for a fact she wasn’t lying. //If she lingered too long and August came back…// <<if $kindness gte $callous>>You don’t want that blood on your hands.<<else>>You’d rather not see how that ends.<</if>> Your fingers tighten around your drink, staring into the placid surface. //What a mess you’ve found yourself in.//<<elseif $chap3subsub is "blaugusthot">>"I… If you’re talking about what I think you are, then, could you tell me more about August? I think, if I know more about him, get closer to him, then…" You feel heat rush to your face as you imagine the man in question. //What are you even thinking right now? That you can flirt your way out of this?// Fuck, you have no clue. She purses her lips, looking frustrated and quietly disappointed all at once. "I understand why you wouldn’t take me seriously. You think he’s just some attractive guy you’ve met at a bar. And what? That I’m some coworker pulling your leg?" She looks at you more closely, shoulders tense. "You don’t know a thing. That man’s a //monster.// The sooner you learn that, the better." "Whoa." You exclaim, somewhat taken aback by her intensity. "I was kidding. I mean, yeah, he’s charming and all but…" //You know better. Or, you should anyway.// "I wasn’t going to ask him out on a date or anything." //Right?// "Good. You shouldn’t. It’ll only make things worse in the end." Her mouth tightens, hands clenched hard enough that her knuckles turn white, stark against the black stone counter top. "Trust what I’ve said, or don’t. Just don’t blame me when things goes sideways. It’s your head on the line." She finishes with a barely there sigh, pushing her glass away from her and standing up from the bar. Part of you wants to call out, a thousand questions on your tongue, but you can’t form a single one before she’s gone. It’s probably for the best anyway. She was taking a risk in warning you. //If she lingered too long and August came back…// <<if $kindness gte $callous>>You don’t want that blood on your hands.<<else>>You’d rather not see how that ends.<</if>> Your fingers tighten around your drink, staring into the placid surface. //What a mess you’ve found yourself in.//<<else>>"I… If you’re talking about what I think you are, then there’s a lot I need to know, but short of time, just tell me this: Who is it paying for this? Who put the hit out on me? How do I…" //Avoid dying without skipping town? Try and find a way out of this mess?// Fuck, you don’t even know. All you know is running away won’t fix it. Not for long. She purses her lips, likely not approving of you ignoring her advice and diving in deeper instead. "I can’t say. All I can give you is that the man hired to do it, is the same man flirting with you moments ago. He works for an organization, the one that runs this place." She looks at you more closely, shoulders tense. "The one //I// work for. The Black Rose."<<set $blackrose to 1>> "The Black Rose…" You say thoughtfully. "I’ve never heard of them." "Most haven’t. Not by name. You don’t want to get involved with them—with us, believe me. I know." You shake you head, more uneasy than disbelieving. "Why are you even warning me? What do you gain from this?" Her mouth tightens, hands clenched hard enough that her knuckles turn white, stark against the black stone counter top. "Trust me, or don’t, just don’t blame me when things goes sideways. It’s your head on the line." She finishes with a barely there sigh, pushing her glass away from her and standing up from the bar. Part of you wants to call out, a thousand questions on your tongue, but you can’t form a single one before she’s gone. It’s probably for the best anyway. You know for a fact she wasn’t lying. //If she lingered too long and August came back…// <<if $kindness gte $callous>>You don’t want that blood on your hands.<<else>>You’d rather not see how that ends.<</if>> Your fingers tighten around your drink, staring into the placid surface. //What a mess you’ve found yourself in.//<</if>> <span class="next"><<button "//You have a feeling you’ve only just scratched the surface.//" "chap3pyrecon">><</button>></span><<else>><<if $chap3subsub is "aasus">>He narrows his eyes at you for a moment before, slowly, his smile widens. "Oh, I wouldn’t say that. Messier, sure. Drunk people often are. But, you know, I find that—"<<elseif $chap3subsub is "aaleave">>"A shame." He replies flippantly. "Ah, but I suppose I have places to be myself. See you around <<if $yourname is "$fname">>$yourname.<<else>>//$yourname.//<</if>>"<br><br><<elseif $chap3subsub is "aaliar">>"Is that so?" He asks, looking vaguely unimpressed. "How //boring.// What a shame, I thought you—"<<elseif $chap3subsub is "aawow">>He looks at you for a moment, blinking rapidly, eyes wide, before finally breaking into laughter. "You—oh, I like you." He says, head propped up with one hand. "You don’t pull your punches do you? If only—"<</if>><<if $chap3subsub is "aanah" or $chap3subsub is "aaleave">><<set $metaugustagain to 1>>Crossing the room, you wind up slouching down into the booth with a groan. //Well that was unexpected. And unpleasant.// At least he didn’t follow you over. Your eyes still linger on where the pair of you had been. By all accounts, you //should// hate him. And yet… *<<link "Somehow, someway, you’ve found yourself unwittingly charmed by him. And you are absolutely pissed about it." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 15>><</link>> *<<link "Ignoring the glaring red flags, you find yourself //almost// liking him. He //is// rather charismatic after all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "No, hate is right. You can’t stand him, he feels so fake. All practiced, manufactured smiles and words. No substance at all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 5>><</link>> *<<link "Honestly, you can’t decide whether you want to deck him in the face or kiss him. //Maybe try therapy.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 35>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "//Why does he have to be so charming?// All suave, perfect smiles that make you lose your train of thought. He’s dangerous all right. //For your heart.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 40>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> <<else>>August cuts himself off, pulling out his phone with an annoyed huff, his eyes scanning the screen before he slides it back into his pocket. "Something wrong?" "No, no. Just a reminder for a work meeting I have later. But that’s not for a while yet. I still have time to stay and chat, unless…" "Unless?" You ask, <<if $callous gt $kindness>>reluctantly taking the bait<<else>>curious.<</if>> "Perhaps we could find a better way to pass the time. Care for a dance, sunshine?" *<<link "Go with August, who knows, maybe this could prove a valuable opportunity." "chap3pyrecon">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdanceb">><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "Go with August, because—//fuck//, you must be having a momentary lapse in judgment, but damn if he isn’t just as hot as he thinks he is. $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdanceb">><<set $aaro += 1>><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "No way, make your excuses. You’d rather not sit here and chat any longer. It’s not getting you anywhere." "chap3pyrecon">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdanceno">><</link>> *<<link "You’d rather not. Maybe you can see if he’d be willing to sit and talk more instead?" "chap3pyrecon">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdancetalk">><</link>><</if>><</if>><</if>>

<<if $pyrewith is "sadie">><<if settings.notifications>><<notify 3s>>New Profile Avaliable!<</notify>><</if>>Personal feelings aside, your talks tonight <<if $blackrose is 1 or $vipaccess is "known">>might have garnered you //some// information, but you could always go for more.<<else>>didn’t really tell you much. You’ll probably need to poke around if you hope to get anything useful.<</if>> Maybe you could try to see where Sadie and August disappeared off to? //An appointment, huh? Might as well crash it.// *<<link "It could get dicey, going in like this. Perhaps you should come back tomorrow morning instead? You’ll miss whatever is going on tonight but with a well placed bug… You’ll make up for it later." "chap3pyrebugnext">><</link>> <<if $vipaccess is "known">>*<<link "And you already know where to go. Upstairs. The VIP rooms." "chap3pyrebug">><</link>><<else>>*<<link "You doubt it’ll be anywhere near the bar or dance floor. No, it’d have to be private. And you know just where to start." "chap3pyrebug">><</link>><</if>><<if $blackrose is 1 or $vipaccess is "known">>*<<link "Or, you could not. How about going home? And not risk pissing off a bunch of people with guns when you don’t need to." "chap3pyreleave">><<set $pyrebug to "maybelater">><</link>><<else>>*<<link "Or, you could not. Why not head home, pass out, and attempt to forget any of this happened?" "chap3pyreleave">><</link>><</if>><<elseif $pyrewith is "amarafest" or $pyrewith is "amara">>"So what //is// your plan exactly?" You ask, watching as Amara dumps a seemingly endless quantity of items out of her bag and onto the table. "Well, I figure we get upstairs, and try and eavesdrop on their conversation, right? Then, we wait for them to leave, and once they’re gone I can use one’a these bad boys." "Are those… bugs? Like, //literal// bugs? Why do you have—what I’m going to assume are fake—insects in your purse?" "Oh, y’know, just thought they might come in handy. That, and I //may// have forgotten they were still in there." She says, continuing to pull out a few odds and ends until she finds a small case. "Aha! Here we go. A few got loose but most should be in here. May I introduce you to: //Bugbugs//. State of the art listening devices that are fashioned after //real// insects. Patent pending." She plops the case down on the table, a nondescript black plastic box with the name written in sloppy cursive on scotch tape. Opening it up, she pulls out a few to show you. "This one’s designed after a bee, as I’m sure you can tell. Then we have a ladybug, a stag beetle, and—one of my favorites—the illustrious acorn weevil! Weevils get a bad rap, but, honestly, I think they’re highly underrated. There’s a bunch more, but, yeah, I think you get the point." "That’s… pretty cool but, uh, don’t their designs make them stand out too much?" "Details, details. We can just hide them under something. They’re tiny, so it should be fine. Worst case, they’re pretty much completely untraceable, like all the other bugs I’ve made for work. See, the material I used for the power component makes them almost //impossible// to pick up on, since—well, I won’t bore you with the tech talk. Point it, it’s //very// secure. Should be fine no matter what happens." "If you say so. I just hope their meeting doesn’t take too long." "Worst case, we’ll go traipsing around in one’a the other rooms up there ‘til they’re done. I’ll need a few minutes to setup the bug anyway. Configure some stuff, y’know the drill." "Okay, that sounds great and all but, more importantly, how are we going to sneak upstairs in the first place? I have a feeling the bouncer standing over there’s not going to move just because we said <<if $expressive gte $stoic>>pretty please.<<else>>to.<</if>>" "And that, my dear <<if $musicdate is "amararo" or $airo gte 2>>$fname<<else>>friend<</if>>, is where you come in. Go ahead and blow me away with your espionage skills. I’ll wait." You… probably should have seen that one coming. //Infiltration isn’t exactly Amara’s specialty after all.// <<if $callous gt $kindness>>Great. At least //you’ve// done this before.<<else>>Oh well. Not like you’ve never done this before.<</if>> As a matter of fact, you already know //just// how you’ll pull this off. *<<link "“The simplest approach would be to slip through when the bouncer’s not looking, or is otherwise distracted. I think I can make that happen.” //After all, how difficult can it be to create some commotion in a place like this.//" "chap3pyrebug">><<set $chap3sub to "stealthvip">><<set $stealth += 5>><</link>> *<<link "“He seems to be checking his watch a lot. Maybe there’s a shift change soon? We can just wait it out. Not like a few minutes will change much, right?”" "chap3pyrebug">><<set $chap3sub to "perceptionvip">><<set $perception += 5>><</link>> *<<link "“Just follow my lead. I’ll handle the talking.” It should be simple enough. All you need to do is tell him you’re apart of the meeting. Surely, you can bluff your way through." "chap3pyrebug">><<set $chap3sub to "persuadevip">><<set $persuasion += 5>><</link>> *<<link "“Just follow my lead. I’ll handle the talking.” All you need to do is to pretend to be someone important. Someone who can’t afford to wait, and bully your way past him. //That old shtick, works every time.//" "chap3pyrebug">><<set $chap3sub to "intimidatevip">><<set $intimidation +=5>><</link>><<elseif $pyrewith is "vreyes">>"So what’s the plan exactly, $vnick?" You ask once all three of you are settled back in. "Ideally, we enter the upstairs and, if possible, attempt to listen in on their conversation. Then, if we can’t do that, I suppose we’ll have to improvise. Do you have anything on you Reyes?" "Uh, let me check… Let’s see, pocket lint, old receipt, knife, wallet, gun… Yeah, no. Unless you want me to shoot ‘em, which, honestly, seems like a bad idea but I’m down. //Do// you want me to—" "No." You both emphatically say at once. "Let’s try to avoid that unless absolutely necessary. Please." $vmr Zhang adds with a tired sigh. "Hey, it was just a suggestion." Reyes says, crossing their arms. "Oh! Wait, maybe we could use that?" "Want to get any more specific there Reyes?" You ask with a snort. "Right. Sorry. Thinkin’ aloud. I meant your phone Vic, you still got the tracker on it from—" "Yes, I do." $vHe says, cutting them off. "But I fail to see how that would help unless we managed to get it on one of them. And even then the information would be limited. Likely only their home address, if we’re lucky." "Gettin’ forgetful in your old age? Kiddin’. Geez, put that look away. I just meant, we made some additions to it, remember? You couldn’t go in with much so we thought a two-for-one might do the job." "Ah, right. I’d forgotten that since we didn't end up using it. I believe it should still be inside. Yes, that should work, we’ll just need to wait for them to leave before we place it." You give a deliberate cough to get their attention. "If you’re done," you say with <<if $kindness gte $callous>>a smirk<<else>>a scowl<</if>>, "I’d appreciate being filled in here. What have you got on your phone exactly? A bug?" "Of a sort. It’s from a job Reyes and myself went on some months ago. Originally, it was just meant to track my location and transmit it to them in case things went wrong—I couldn’t rely on my phone’s GPS for that alone, too much potential for it to be picked up on—but I had Amara make some modifications to it, making it more difficult to be detected or interfered with. She ended up offering to combine it with one of her listening devices as well, in case I had need of it, though it’s not as efficient as her standard ones." "And," Reyes adds, "it was small enough to fit inside a part of Vic’s phone, could be activated remotely too with a paired device." They add waving their phone around. "That sounds great, we just need to find a spot to plant it then. Only… one problem, how are we going to sneak upstairs in the first place? I have a feeling the bouncer standing over there’s not going to move just because we said <<if $expressive gt $stoic>>pretty please.<<else>>to.<</if>>" "I believe that area is more your expertise, $mmr $lname. Finding ways into restricted sections //is// a typical part of your job after all, I’d expect you’d have no trouble here either." You… probably should have seen that one coming. //Of course $vhe would see it as a training exercise.// <<if $callous gt $kindness>>Great. At least //you’ve// done this before.<<else>>Oh well. Not like you’ve never done this before.<</if>> As a matter of fact, you already know //just// how you’ll pull this off. *<<link "“The simplest approach would be to slip through when the bouncer’s not looking, or is otherwise distracted. I think I can make that happen.” //After all, how difficult can it be to create some commotion in a place like this.//" "chap3pyrebug">><<set $chap3sub to "stealthvip">><<set $stealth += 5>><</link>> *<<link "“He seems to be checking his watch a lot. Maybe there’s a shift change soon? We can just wait it out. Not like a few minutes will change much, right?”" "chap3pyrebug">><<set $chap3sub to "perceptionvip">><<set $perception += 5>><</link>> *<<link "“Just follow my lead. I’ll handle the talking.” It should be simple enough. All you need to do is tell him you’re apart of the meeting. Surely, you can bluff your way through." "chap3pyrebug">><<set $chap3sub to "persuadevip">><<set $persuasion += 5>><</link>> *<<link "“Just follow my lead. I’ll handle the talking.” All you need to do is to pretend to be someone important. Someone who can’t afford to wait, and bully your way past him. //That old shtick, works every time.//" "chap3pyrebug">><<set $chap3sub to "intimidatevip">><<set $intimidation +=5>><</link>><<elseif $pyrewith is "solo" and $sadieishere is 1>>Planted at a table near the stairs, you wait a few minutes—not wanting to run into August by rushing up, you aren’t sure you’d be able to talk your way out of that one. There’s also the bouncer to deal with. Thinking it over, now that the adrenaline’s begun to wear off, are you certain you want to do this? If you get caught here, especially by //him//… Well, you doubt it’d be pretty. On the other hand, if you manage to eavesdrop on their meeting, the opportunity that presents is far too tempting to completely ignore. Getting up there itself you have no qualms about but… *<<link "It could get dicey, going in like this. Perhaps you should come back tomorrow morning instead? You’ll miss whatever is going on tonight but with a well placed bug… You’ll make up for it later." "chap3pyrebugnext">><</link>> <<if $vipaccess is "known">>*<<link "And you already know where to go. Upstairs. The VIP rooms." "chap3pyrebug">><</link>><<else>>*<<link "You doubt it’ll be anywhere near the bar or dance floor. No, it’d have to be private. And you know just where to start." "chap3pyrebug">><</link>><</if>><<if $blackrose is 1 or $vipaccess is "known">>*<<link "Or, you could not. How about going home? And not risk pissing off a bunch of people with guns when you don’t need to." "chap3pyreleave">><<set $pyrebug to "maybelater">><</link>><<else>>*<<link "Or, you could not. Why not head home, pass out, and attempt to forget any of this happened?" "chap3pyreleave">><</link>><</if>><<elseif $pyrewith is "v">>"So what’s the plan exactly, $vnick?" You ask once you’re are settled back in. "Ideally, we enter the upstairs and, if possible, attempt to listen in on their conversation. Then, if we can’t do that, I suppose we’ll have to improvise. Did you happen to bring any equipment with you?" You nod. "I brought this listening device I had lying around. And a can of mace. <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>You know, I //could// try to stick the bug on someone, maybe even—"<<else>>"Don’t suppose you want to try to place the bug //on// someone, right?"<</if>> "No, I don’t believe that would be wise." $vmr Zhang says, shaking $vhis head. "But a listening device is excellent. Allow me to see it for a moment?" "Sure thing." You reply, fishing it out and handing it over to $vhim. You then watch as $vmr Zhang pokes and prods it, face growing tighter by the second, until, something clicks. Literally. On the bug. "I always have trouble with the latch, but with that… there. It should be configured to both our devices now. Assuming it was already set to yours?" "Yep. And given how hard to track Amara’s made these things, we should be good to go. We just need to find a spot to plant it." You say <<if $expressive gt $stoic>>with a satisfied smile<<else>>with a small smile<</if>>. "Only… one problem, how are we going to sneak upstairs in the first place? I have a feeling the bouncer standing over there’s not going to move just because we said <<if $expressive gte $stoic>>pretty please.<<else>>to.<</if>>" "I believe that area is more your expertise, $mmr $lname. Finding ways into restricted sections //is// a typical part of your job after all, I’d expect you’d have no trouble here either." You… probably should have seen that one coming. //Of course $vhe would see it as a training exercise.// <<if $callous gt $kindness>>Great. At least //you’ve// done this before.<<else>>Oh well. Not like you’ve never done this before.<</if>> As a matter of fact, you already know //just// how you’ll pull this off. *<<link "“The simplest approach would be to slip through when the bouncer’s not looking, or is otherwise distracted. I think I can make that happen.” //After all, how difficult can it be to create some commotion in a place like this.//" "chap3pyrebug">><<set $chap3sub to "stealthvip">><<set $stealth += 5>><</link>> *<<link "“He seems to be checking his watch a lot. Maybe there’s a shift change soon? We can just wait it out. Not like a few minutes will change much, right?”" "chap3pyrebug">><<set $chap3sub to "perceptionvip">><<set $perception += 5>><</link>> *<<link "“Just follow my lead. I’ll handle the talking.” It should be simple enough. All you need to do is tell him you’re apart of the meeting. Surely, you can bluff your way through." "chap3pyrebug">><<set $chap3sub to "persuadevip">><<set $persuasion += 5>><</link>> *<<link "“Just follow my lead. I’ll handle the talking.” All you need to do is to pretend to be someone important. Someone who can’t afford to wait, and bully your way past him. //That old shtick, works every time.//" "chap3pyrebug">><<set $chap3sub to "intimidatevip">><<set $intimidation +=5>><</link>><<else>>Planted at a table near the stairs, you wait a few minutes—not wanting to run into August by rushing up, you aren’t sure you’d be able to talk your way out of that one. There’s also the bouncer to deal with. Thinking it over, now that the adrenaline’s begun to wear off, are you certain you want to do this? If you get caught here, especially by //him//… Well, you doubt it’d be pretty. On the other hand, if you manage to eavesdrop on their meeting, the opportunity that presents is far too tempting to completely ignore. Getting up there itself you have no qualms about but… *<<link "Honestly, why not? You’re already here aren’t you? When’s a little trespassing ever hurt anyone?" "chap3pyrebug">><</link>> *<<link "It could get dicey, going in like this. Perhaps you should come back tomorrow morning instead? You’ll miss whatever is going on tonight but with a well placed bug… You’ll make up for it later." "chap3pyrebugnext">><</link>> <<if $blackrose is 1 or $vipaccess is "known">>*<<link "Or, you could not. How about going home? And not risk pissing off a bunch of people with guns when you don’t need to." "chap3pyreleave">><<set $pyrebug to "maybelater">><</link>><<else>>*<<link "Or, you could not. Why not head home, pass out, and attempt to forget any of this happened?" "chap3pyreleave">><</link>><</if>><</if>>

<<if $pyrewith is "sadie">>Well, that was interesting. //And pointless.// You learned absolutely nothing, all you accomplished was getting distracting by August. The //one// thing you weren’t supposed to do. Settling back with Sadie at the bar, you decide to make the best of things. While your excursion with August was a bust, you still have a chance to gain //something// here. If you ask the right questions. <span class="next"><<button "//And you know just where to start.//" "chap3pyrecon1">><</button>></span><<elseif $pyrewith is "amarafest">><<if $chap3sub is "augustdance" or $chap3sub is "augustdancewatch">><<set $metaugustagain to 1>>Well, that was interesting. //And pointless.// You learned absolutely nothing, all you accomplished was getting distracting by August. The one thing you weren’t supposed to do. You decide to make the best of things. While your excursion with August was a bust, Amara’s may have gone very differently. That in mind, you beg off heading back to the bar for another drink with August and leave to meet back up with her. Allowing him to fade into the crowded club and out of sight. But not out of mind. Your eyes still linger on the spot you both had been just moments before. Where //he// had been. By all accounts, you //should// hate him. And yet… *<<link "Somehow, someway, you’ve found yourself unwittingly charmed by him. And you are absolutely pissed about it." "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $aarel to 15>><</link>> *<<link "Ignoring the glaring red flags, you find yourself //almost// liking him. He //is// rather charismatic after all." "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $aarel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "No, hate is right. You can’t stand him, he feels so fake. All practiced, manufactured smiles and words. No substance at all." "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $aarel to 5>><</link>> *<<link "Honestly, you can’t decide whether you want to deck him in the face or kiss him. //Maybe try therapy.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $aarel to 35>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "//Why does he have to be so charming?// All suave, perfect smiles that make you lose your train of thought. He’s dangerous all right. //For your heart.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $aarel to 40>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><<elseif $chap3sub is "sadieclubtalk" or $chap3sub is "sadieaugusttalk" or $chap3sub is "sadieaugustflirttalk">><<set $metaugustagain to 1>>"Sorry to interrupt," August says, having come up behind you two without your notice,<<if $augustres lt 1>> not sounding particularly sorry at all,<</if>> "but I have an appointment to keep. Sadie?" The two share a look you can’t quite decipher before she sighs and stands to join him. "Guess I have to go with this asshole. See you around, $yourname." You nod, <<if $aaro gte 1>>both disappointed and relieved to see them go.<<else>>relieved to see them go.<</if>> "<<if $kindness gte $callous>>See you. Have a good rest of your night.<<else>>Right. Bye then.<</if>>" "Bye <<if $yourname is "$fname">>$yourname<<else>>//$yourname//<</if>>. I hope to see you again soon." And with that, the pair saunter off, somewhere further into the club, out of sight. But not out of mind. Your eyes still linger on where they had been. Where //he// had been. By all accounts, you //should// hate him. And yet… *<<link "Somehow, someway, you’ve found yourself unwittingly charmed by him. And you are absolutely pissed about it." "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $aarel to 15>><</link>> *<<link "Ignoring the glaring red flags, you find yourself //almost// liking him. He //is// rather charismatic after all." "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $aarel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "No, hate is right. You can’t stand him, he feels so fake. All practiced, manufactured smiles and words. No substance at all." "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $aarel to 5>><</link>> *<<link "Honestly, you can’t decide whether you want to deck him in the face or kiss him. //Maybe try therapy.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $aarel to 35>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "//Why does he have to be so charming?// All suave, perfect smiles that make you lose your train of thought. He’s dangerous all right. //For your heart.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $aarel to 40>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><<else>>August smiles charmingly—perfect, practiced—eyes guileless and not betraying a thing. "I have a feeling the two of us will get along swimmingly." There’s no sign of recognition in his eyes but who’s to say that actually means anything, he could just have a good poker face. //Even so, better to play it safe.// You know what he’s capable of. He’s killed you once. You’d rather that be the first and last. "Right. Of course." You reply blandly, mind racing. //What does he want now?// "I hope you don’t mind, I just saw you sitting here by yourself and thought you might appreciate some company. Perhaps I could buy you a drink?" *<<link "“Sure, I wouldn’t mind some friendly conversation.” You reply, politely shutting down his attempts at flirting." "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $chap3subsub to "aatalk">><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“Sure,” you reply, looking him over, “I certainly wouldn’t mind a handsome stranger joining me.” $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $chap3subsub to "aaflirt">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“Um, okay. I mean—that’d be nice. Thank you.” You reply, words flowing out in a jumbled mess. $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $chap3subsub to "aaflirt">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“No thanks.” You reply, raising your existing glass, still partially filled. “I’m actually meeting back up with a friend soon, so…”" "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $chap3subsub to "aanope">><</link>><</if>><<elseif $pyrewith is "vreyes">><<if $chap3sub is "augustdance" or $chap3sub is "augustdancewatch">><<set $metaugustagain to 1>>Well, that was interesting. //And pointless.// You learned absolutely nothing, all you accomplished was getting distracting by August. The one thing you weren’t supposed to do. You decide to make the best of things. While your excursion with August was a bust, $vmr Zhang's and Reyes' may have gone very differently. That in mind, you beg off heading back to the bar for another drink with August and leave to meet back up with them. Allowing him to fade into the crowded club and out of sight. But not out of mind. Your eyes still linger on the spot you both had been just moments before. Where //he// had been. By all accounts, you //should// hate him. And yet… *<<link "Somehow, someway, you’ve found yourself unwittingly charmed by him. And you are absolutely pissed about it." "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $aarel to 15>><</link>> *<<link "Ignoring the glaring red flags, you find yourself //almost// liking him. He //is// rather charismatic after all." "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $aarel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "No, hate is right. You can’t stand him, he feels so fake. All practiced, manufactured smiles and words. No substance at all." "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $aarel to 5>><</link>> *<<link "Honestly, you can’t decide whether you want to deck him in the face or kiss him. //Maybe try therapy.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $aarel to 35>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "//Why does he have to be so charming?// All suave, perfect smiles that make you lose your train of thought. He’s dangerous all right. //For your heart.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $aarel to 40>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><<elseif $chap3sub is "sadieclubtalk" or $chap3sub is "sadieaugusttalk" or $chap3sub is "sadieaugustflirttalk">><<set $metaugustagain to 1>>"Sorry to interrupt," August says, having come up behind you two without your notice,<<if $augustres lt 1>> not sounding particularly sorry at all,<</if>> "but I have an appointment to keep. Sadie?" The two share a look you can’t quite decipher before she sighs and stands to join him. "Guess I have to go with this asshole. See you around, $yourname." You nod, <<if $aaro gte 1>>both disappointed and relieved to see them go.<<else>>relieved to see them go.<</if>> "<<if $kindness gte $callous>>See you. Have a good rest of your night.<<else>>Right. Bye then.<</if>>" "Bye <<if $yourname is "$fname">>$yourname<<else>>//$yourname//<</if>>. I hope to see you again soon." And with that, the pair saunter off, somewhere further into the club, out of sight. But not out of mind. Your eyes still linger on where they had been. Where //he// had been. By all accounts, you //should// hate him. And yet… *<<link "Somehow, someway, you’ve found yourself unwittingly charmed by him. And you are absolutely pissed about it." "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $aarel to 15>><</link>> *<<link "Ignoring the glaring red flags, you find yourself //almost// liking him. He //is// rather charismatic after all." "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $aarel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "No, hate is right. You can’t stand him, he feels so fake. All practiced, manufactured smiles and words. No substance at all." "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $aarel to 5>><</link>> *<<link "Honestly, you can’t decide whether you want to deck him in the face or kiss him. //Maybe try therapy.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $aarel to 35>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "//Why does he have to be so charming?// All suave, perfect smiles that make you lose your train of thought. He’s dangerous all right. //For your heart.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $aarel to 40>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><<else>>August smiles charmingly—perfect, practiced—eyes guileless and not betraying a thing. "I have a feeling the two of us will get along swimmingly." There’s no sign of recognition in his eyes but who’s to say that actually means anything, he could just have a good poker face. //Even so, better to play it safe.// You know what he’s capable of. He’s killed you once. You’d rather that be the first and last. "Right. Of course." You reply blandly, mind racing. //What does he want now?// "I hope you don’t mind, I just saw you sitting here by yourself and thought you might appreciate some company. Perhaps I could buy you a drink?" *<<link "“Sure, I wouldn’t mind some friendly conversation.” You reply, politely shutting down his attempts at flirting." "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $chap3subsub to "aatalk">><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“Sure,” you reply, looking him over, “I certainly wouldn’t mind a handsome stranger joining me.” $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $chap3subsub to "aaflirt">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“Um, okay. I mean—that’d be nice. Thank you.” You reply, words flowing out in a jumbled mess. $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $chap3subsub to "aaflirt">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“No thanks.” You reply, raising your existing glass, still partially filled. “I’m actually meeting back up with a friend soon, so…”" "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $chap3subsub to "aanope">><</link>><</if>><<elseif $pyrewith is "solo" and $sadieishere is 1>><<if $chap3sub is "augustdance" or $chap3sub is "augustdancewatch">><<set $metaugustagain to 1>>Well, that was interesting. //And pointless.// You learned absolutely nothing, all you accomplished was getting distracting by August. The one thing you weren’t supposed to do. You decide to make the best of things. While your excursion with August was a bust, you could still gain something from tonight. Perhaps you're just barking up the wrong tree, maybe you just need to try a different approach. A less direct one. That in mind, you beg off heading back to the bar for another drink with August. Allowing him to fade into the crowded club and out of sight. But not out of mind. Your eyes still linger on the spot you both had been just moments before. Where //he// had been. By all accounts, you //should// hate him. And yet… *<<link "Somehow, someway, you’ve found yourself unwittingly charmed by him. And you are absolutely pissed about it." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 15>><</link>> *<<link "Ignoring the glaring red flags, you find yourself //almost// liking him. He //is// rather charismatic after all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "No, hate is right. You can’t stand him, he feels so fake. All practiced, manufactured smiles and words. No substance at all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 5>><</link>> *<<link "Honestly, you can’t decide whether you want to deck him in the face or kiss him. //Maybe try therapy.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 35>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "//Why does he have to be so charming?// All suave, perfect smiles that make you lose your train of thought. He’s dangerous all right. //For your heart.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 40>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><<elseif $chap3sub is "augustdanceb">>"A dance would be nice." August’s grin widens as you stand to join him. "Good choice." He says, gesturing for you to follow him. "You won’t be disappointed." <<if $cautious gte $reckless>>You hesitate for a brief moment, stomach tied in knots. //You can do this. Nothing’s going to happen, it’s just a dance.//<<else>>You follow him without hesitation, not too worried given the sheer number of people surrounding you. //So long as you don’t do anything stupid.//<</if>> You allow August to lead you out onto the floor, trailing behind him as he weaves his way through the crowd, dodging the moving forms of people dancing to the beat. "Here’s the spot." He says, coming to a stop in an emptier area at the edge of the floor. "Less people around here, so you don’t have to worry too much about some idiot bumping into you. Music’s a bit less migraine inducing over here too. You dance much?" <<if $stoic gte $expressive>>"Not too much no." You reply honestly.<<else>>"Oh, yeah, of course! Not saying I’m //good// at it, but it’s fun." You reply with a chuckle.<</if>> "Well, I could show you the ropes if you’d like. As a more, let’s say, experienced dancer." *<<link "“Sure, that works for me.” You casually agree. //Keep your enemies close and all that.//" "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "You give him a once over, gaze lingering on the plunging vee of his shirt and tight fit of his pants. “Yes //please.//” $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“Yes please.” You say immediately. “I mean. If you’re sure.” //Smooth moves, that didn’t come off as too eager at all!// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“No thanks, I think I’m good enough. At least for a club.” You decline. //Just sticking near him is enough. No need to get ''that'' close.//" "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdancewatch">><</link>> *<<link "“No, no! That’s all right. Thank you.” You reply quickly, uncomfortable with the idea of allowing him to touch you." "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdancewatch">><</link>> *<<link "“No, no! That’s all right. Thank you.” You reply quickly, heat rushing to your face at the thought of getting that close to him. $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdancewatch">><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><<elseif $chap3sub is "augustdancetalk">><<set $metaugustagain to 1>>"I’m not really up for dancing, but if you wanted to stay and chat..." "Well…" August says, looking considering. "Sorry, as much as I’ve enjoyed talking to you, I’d really rather go. Get some fun in before I’m on the clock. I’ll see you around <<if $yourname is $fname>>$yourname.<<else>>//$yourname.//<</if>>" <<if $augustres lt 1>>With that, he saunters off without waiting for a response, disappearing somewhere deeper into the club and out of sight.<<else>><<if $kindness gte $callous or $expressive gte $stoic>>"I understand. Have a good rest of your night." You say, waving as he leaves, disappearing deeper into the club and out of sight.<<else>>"Right. See you." You say as he leaves, disappearing deeper into the club and out of sight.<</if>><</if>> //Well, that was unexpected.// Shaking the image of him away, you make to leave. Probably best to go find a booth, sit down, and think over your next steps. And yet. Your eyes still linger on where he had been. By all accounts, you //should// hate him. But… *<<link "Somehow, someway, you’ve found yourself unwittingly charmed by him. And you are absolutely pissed about it." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 15>><</link>> *<<link "Ignoring the glaring red flags, you find yourself //almost// liking him. He //is// rather charismatic after all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "No, hate is right. You can’t stand him, he feels so fake. All practiced, manufactured smiles and words. No substance at all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 5>><</link>> *<<link "Honestly, you can’t decide whether you want to deck him in the face or kiss him. //Maybe try therapy.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 35>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "//Why does he have to be so charming?// All suave, perfect smiles that make you lose your train of thought. He’s dangerous all right. //For your heart.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 40>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><<elseif $chap3sub is "augustdanceno">><<set $metaugustagain to 1>><<if $kindness gte $callous>>"No thank you. I’m actually supposed to be meeting up with a friend soon, so…" You lie, giving yourself an out.<<else>>"No." You say bluntly. "I have other things I’d rather do."<</if>> "A shame." He replies flippantly. "But I suppose that’s alright. Shouldn’t be hard to find another partner. See you around <<if $yourname is $fname>>$yourname.<<else>>//$yourname.//<</if>>" <<if $augustres lt 1>>With that, he saunters off without waiting for a response, disappearing somewhere deeper into the club and out of sight.<<else>><<if $kindness gte $callous or $expressive gte $stoic>>"I understand. Have a good rest of your night." You say, waving as he leaves, disappearing deeper into the club and out of sight.<<else>>"Right. See you." You say as he leaves, disappearing deeper into the club and out of sight.<</if>><</if>> //Well, that was unexpected.// Shaking the image of him away, you make to leave. Probably best to go find a booth, sit down, and think over your next steps. And yet. Your eyes still linger on where he had been. By all accounts, you //should// hate him. But… *<<link "Somehow, someway, you’ve found yourself unwittingly charmed by him. And you are absolutely pissed about it." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 15>><</link>> *<<link "Ignoring the glaring red flags, you find yourself //almost// liking him. He //is// rather charismatic after all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "No, hate is right. You can’t stand him, he feels so fake. All practiced, manufactured smiles and words. No substance at all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 5>><</link>> *<<link "Honestly, you can’t decide whether you want to deck him in the face or kiss him. //Maybe try therapy.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 35>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "//Why does he have to be so charming?// All suave, perfect smiles that make you lose your train of thought. He’s dangerous all right. //For your heart.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 40>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><<else>><<set $metaugustagain to 1>>"Sorry to interrupt," August says, having come up behind you two without your notice,<<if $augustres lt 1>> not sounding particularly sorry at all,<</if>> "but I have an appointment to keep. Sadie?" The two share a look you can’t quite decipher before she sighs and stands to join him. "Guess I have to go with this asshole. See you around, $yourname." You nod, <<if $aaro gte 1>>both disappointed and relieved to see them go.<<else>>relieved to see them go.<</if>> "<<if $kindness gte $callous>>See you. Have a good rest of your night.<<else>>Right. Bye then.<</if>>" "Bye <<if $yourname is "$fname">>$yourname<<else>>//$yourname//<</if>>. I hope to see you again soon." And with that, the pair saunter off, somewhere further into the club, out of sight. But not out of mind. Your eyes still linger on where they had been. Where //he// had been. By all accounts, you //should// hate him. And yet… *<<link "Somehow, someway, you’ve found yourself unwittingly charmed by him. And you are absolutely pissed about it." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 15>><</link>> *<<link "Ignoring the glaring red flags, you find yourself //almost// liking him. He //is// rather charismatic after all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "No, hate is right. You can’t stand him, he feels so fake. All practiced, manufactured smiles and words. No substance at all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 5>><</link>> *<<link "Honestly, you can’t decide whether you want to deck him in the face or kiss him. //Maybe try therapy.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 35>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "//Why does he have to be so charming?// All suave, perfect smiles that make you lose your train of thought. He’s dangerous all right. //For your heart.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 40>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><</if>><<elseif $pyrewith is "amara">><<if $chap3sub is "bouncertalk">><<set $metaugustagain to 1>>Crossing the room, you wind up slouching down into a booth with a groan. //Well that was certainly an experience.// Reminds you a bit of being sucker punched twice in a row. //Fun.// Your eyes still linger on the bar. Where you had spoken to August, for however brief a moment. And that’s not even considering your talk with that bouncer. Shaking her from your mind, you refocus on August. By all accounts, you //should// hate him. And yet… *<<link "Somehow, someway, you’ve found yourself unwittingly charmed by him. And you are absolutely pissed about it." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 15>><</link>> *<<link "Ignoring the glaring red flags, you find yourself //almost// liking him. He //is// rather charismatic after all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "No, hate is right. You can’t stand him, he feels so fake. All practiced, manufactured smiles and words. No substance at all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 5>><</link>> *<<link "Honestly, you can’t decide whether you want to deck him in the face or kiss him. //Maybe try therapy.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 35>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "//Why does he have to be so charming?// All suave, perfect smiles that make you lose your train of thought. He’s dangerous all right. //For your heart.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 40>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><<elseif $chap3sub is "augustdance" or $chap3sub is "augustdancewatch">><<set $metaugustagain to 1>>Well, that was interesting. //And pointless.// You learned absolutely nothing, all you accomplished was getting distracting by August. The one thing you weren’t supposed to do. You decide to make the best of things. While your excursion with August was a bust, Amara's may have gone very differently. That in mind, you beg off heading back to the bar for another drink with August and leave to meet back up with her. Allowing him to fade into the crowded club and out of sight. But not out of mind. Your eyes still linger on the spot you both had been just moments before. Where //he// had been. By all accounts, you //should// hate him. And yet… *<<link "Somehow, someway, you’ve found yourself unwittingly charmed by him. And you are absolutely pissed about it." "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $aarel to 15>><</link>> *<<link "Ignoring the glaring red flags, you find yourself //almost// liking him. He //is// rather charismatic after all." "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $aarel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "No, hate is right. You can’t stand him, he feels so fake. All practiced, manufactured smiles and words. No substance at all." "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $aarel to 5>><</link>> *<<link "Honestly, you can’t decide whether you want to deck him in the face or kiss him. //Maybe try therapy.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $aarel to 35>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "//Why does he have to be so charming?// All suave, perfect smiles that make you lose your train of thought. He’s dangerous all right. //For your heart.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $aarel to 40>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><<else>>August smiles charmingly—perfect, practiced—eyes guileless and not betraying a thing. "I have a feeling the two of us will get along swimmingly." There’s no sign of recognition in his eyes but who’s to say that actually means anything, he could just have a good poker face. //Even so, better to play it safe.// You know what he’s capable of. He’s killed you once. You’d rather that be the first and last. "Right. Of course." You reply blandly, mind racing. //What does he want now?// "I hope you don’t mind, I just saw you sitting here by yourself and thought you might appreciate some company. Perhaps I could buy you a drink?" *<<link "“Sure, I wouldn’t mind some friendly conversation.” You reply, politely shutting down his attempts at flirting." "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $chap3subsub to "aatalk">><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“Sure,” you reply, looking him over, “I certainly wouldn’t mind a handsome stranger joining me.” $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $chap3subsub to "aaflirt">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“Um, okay. I mean—that’d be nice. Thank you.” You reply, words flowing out in a jumbled mess. $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $chap3subsub to "aaflirt">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“No thanks.” You reply, raising your existing glass, still partially filled. “I’m actually meeting back up with a friend soon, so…”" "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $chap3subsub to "aanope">><</link>><</if>><<elseif $pyrewith is "v">><<if $chap3sub is "bouncertalk">><<set $metaugustagain to 1>>Crossing the room, you wind up slouching down into a booth with a groan. //Well that was certainly an experience.// Reminds you a bit of being sucker punched twice in a row. //Fun.// Your eyes still linger on the bar. Where you had spoken to August, for however brief a moment. And that’s not even considering your talk with that bouncer. Shaking her from your mind, you refocus on August. By all accounts, you //should// hate him. And yet… *<<link "Somehow, someway, you’ve found yourself unwittingly charmed by him. And you are absolutely pissed about it." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 15>><</link>> *<<link "Ignoring the glaring red flags, you find yourself //almost// liking him. He //is// rather charismatic after all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "No, hate is right. You can’t stand him, he feels so fake. All practiced, manufactured smiles and words. No substance at all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 5>><</link>> *<<link "Honestly, you can’t decide whether you want to deck him in the face or kiss him. //Maybe try therapy.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 35>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "//Why does he have to be so charming?// All suave, perfect smiles that make you lose your train of thought. He’s dangerous all right. //For your heart.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 40>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><<elseif $chap3sub is "augustdance" or $chap3sub is "augustdancewatch">><<set $metaugustagain to 1>>Well, that was interesting. //And pointless.// You learned absolutely nothing, all you accomplished was getting distracting by August. The one thing you weren’t supposed to do. You decide to make the best of things. While your excursion with August was a bust, $vmr Zhang's may have gone very differently. That in mind, you beg off heading back to the bar for another drink with August and leave to meet back up with $vhim. Allowing August to fade into the crowded club and out of sight. But not out of mind. Your eyes still linger on the spot you both had been just moments before. Where //he// had been. By all accounts, you //should// hate him. And yet… *<<link "Somehow, someway, you’ve found yourself unwittingly charmed by him. And you are absolutely pissed about it." "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $aarel to 15>><</link>> *<<link "Ignoring the glaring red flags, you find yourself //almost// liking him. He //is// rather charismatic after all." "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $aarel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "No, hate is right. You can’t stand him, he feels so fake. All practiced, manufactured smiles and words. No substance at all." "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $aarel to 5>><</link>> *<<link "Honestly, you can’t decide whether you want to deck him in the face or kiss him. //Maybe try therapy.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $aarel to 35>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "//Why does he have to be so charming?// All suave, perfect smiles that make you lose your train of thought. He’s dangerous all right. //For your heart.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $aarel to 40>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><<else>>August smiles charmingly—perfect, practiced—eyes guileless and not betraying a thing. "I have a feeling the two of us will get along swimmingly." There’s no sign of recognition in his eyes but who’s to say that actually means anything, he could just have a good poker face. //Even so, better to play it safe.// You know what he’s capable of. He’s killed you once. You’d rather that be the first and last. "Right. Of course." You reply blandly, mind racing. //What does he want now?// "I hope you don’t mind, I just saw you sitting here by yourself and thought you might appreciate some company. Perhaps I could buy you a drink?" *<<link "“Sure, I wouldn’t mind some friendly conversation.” You reply, politely shutting down his attempts at flirting." "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $chap3subsub to "aatalk">><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“Sure,” you reply, looking him over, “I certainly wouldn’t mind a handsome stranger joining me.” $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $chap3subsub to "aaflirt">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“Um, okay. I mean—that’d be nice. Thank you.” You reply, words flowing out in a jumbled mess. $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $chap3subsub to "aaflirt">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“No thanks.” You reply, raising your existing glass, still partially filled. “I’m actually meeting back up with a friend soon, so…”" "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $chap3subsub to "aanope">><</link>><</if>><<else>><<if $chap3sub is "augustdance" or $chap3sub is "augustdancewatch">><<set $chap3sub to "afterdance">><<set $metaugustagain to 1>>Well, that was interesting. //And pointless.// You learned absolutely nothing, all you accomplished was getting distracting by August. The one thing you weren’t supposed to do. Settling back with him at the bar, you decide to make the best of things. While that excursion was a bust, you still have a chance to gain //something// here. Just need to ask the right questions. <span class="next"><<button "And you know just how to start." "chap3pyrecon1">><</button>></span><<elseif $chap3sub is "bouncertalk">>Crossing the room, you wind up slouching down into a booth with a groan. //Well that was certainly an experience.// Reminds you a bit of being sucker punched twice in a row. //Fun.// Your eyes still linger on the bar. Where you had spoken to August, for however brief a moment. And that’s not even considering your talk with that bouncer. Shaking her from your mind, you refocus on August. By all accounts, you //should// hate him. And yet… *<<link "Somehow, someway, you’ve found yourself unwittingly charmed by him. And you are absolutely pissed about it." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 15>><</link>> *<<link "Ignoring the glaring red flags, you find yourself //almost// liking him. He //is// rather charismatic after all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "No, hate is right. You can’t stand him, he feels so fake. All practiced, manufactured smiles and words. No substance at all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 5>><</link>> *<<link "Honestly, you can’t decide whether you want to deck him in the face or kiss him. //Maybe try therapy.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 35>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "//Why does he have to be so charming?// All suave, perfect smiles that make you lose your train of thought. He’s dangerous all right. //For your heart.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 40>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><<elseif $chap3sub is "augustdanceb">>"A dance would be nice." August’s grin widens as you stand to join him. "Good choice." He says, gesturing for you to follow him. "You won’t be disappointed." <<if $cautious gte $reckless>>You hesitate for a brief moment, stomach tied in knots. //You can do this. Nothing’s going to happen, it’s just a dance.//<<else>>You follow him without hesitation, not too worried given the sheer number of people surrounding you. //So long as you don’t do anything stupid.//<</if>> You allow August to lead you out onto the floor, trailing behind him as he weaves his way through the crowd, dodging the moving forms of people dancing to the beat. "Here’s the spot." He says, coming to a stop in an emptier area at the edge of the floor. "Less people around here, so you don’t have to worry too much about some idiot bumping into you. Music’s a bit less migraine inducing over here too. You dance much?" <<if $stoic gte $expressive>>"Not too much no." You reply honestly.<<else>>"Oh, yeah, of course! Not saying I’m //good// at it, but it’s fun." You reply with a chuckle.<</if>> "Well, I could show you the ropes if you’d like. As a more, let’s say, experienced dancer." *<<link "“Sure, that works for me.” You casually agree. //Keep your enemies close and all that.//" "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "You give him a once over, gaze lingering on the plunging vee of his shirt and tight fit of his pants. “Yes //please.//” $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“Yes please.” You say immediately. “I mean. If you’re sure.” //Smooth moves, that didn’t come off as too eager at all!// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“No thanks, I think I’m good enough. At least for a club.” You decline. //Just sticking near him is enough. No need to get ''that'' close.//" "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdancewatch">><</link>> *<<link "“No, no! That’s all right. Thank you.” You reply quickly, uncomfortable with the idea of allowing him to touch you." "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdancewatch">><</link>> *<<link "“No, no! That’s all right. Thank you.” You reply quickly, heat rushing to your face at the thought of getting that close to him. $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon1">><<set $chap3sub to "augustdancewatch">><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><<elseif $chap3sub is "augustdancetalk">><<set $metaugustagain to 1>>"I’m not really up for dancing, but if you wanted to stay and chat..." "Well…" August says, looking considering. "Sorry, as much as I’ve enjoyed talking to you, I’d really rather go. Get some fun in before I’m on the clock. I’ll see you around <<if $yourname is $fname>>$yourname.<<else>>//$yourname.//<</if>>" <<if $augustres lt 1>>With that, he saunters off without waiting for a response, disappearing somewhere deeper into the club and out of sight.<<else>><<if $kindness gte $callous or $expressive gte $stoic>>"I understand. Have a good rest of your night." You say, waving as he leaves, disappearing deeper into the club and out of sight.<<else>>"Right. See you." You say as he leaves, disappearing deeper into the club and out of sight.<</if>><</if>> //Well, that was unexpected.// Shaking the image of him away, you make to leave. Probably best to go find a booth, sit down, and think over your next steps. And yet. Your eyes still linger on where he had been. By all accounts, you //should// hate him. But… *<<link "Somehow, someway, you’ve found yourself unwittingly charmed by him. And you are absolutely pissed about it." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 15>><</link>> *<<link "Ignoring the glaring red flags, you find yourself //almost// liking him. He //is// rather charismatic after all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "No, hate is right. You can’t stand him, he feels so fake. All practiced, manufactured smiles and words. No substance at all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 5>><</link>> *<<link "Honestly, you can’t decide whether you want to deck him in the face or kiss him. //Maybe try therapy.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 35>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "//Why does he have to be so charming?// All suave, perfect smiles that make you lose your train of thought. He’s dangerous all right. //For your heart.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 40>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><<elseif $chap3sub is "augustdanceno">><<set $metaugustagain to 1>><<if $kindness gte $callous>>"No thank you. I’m actually supposed to be meeting up with a friend soon, so…" You lie, giving yourself an out.<<else>>"No." You say bluntly. "I have other things I’d rather do."<</if>> "A shame." He replies flippantly. "But I suppose that’s alright. Shouldn’t be hard to find another partner. See you around <<if $yourname is $fname>>$yourname.<<else>>//$yourname.//<</if>>" <<if $augustres lt 1>>With that, he saunters off without waiting for a response, disappearing somewhere deeper into the club and out of sight.<<else>><<if $kindness gte $callous or $expressive gte $stoic>>"I understand. Have a good rest of your night." You say, waving as he leaves, disappearing deeper into the club and out of sight.<<else>>"Right. See you." You say as he leaves, disappearing deeper into the club and out of sight.<</if>><</if>> //Well, that was unexpected.// Shaking the image of him away, you make to leave. Probably best to go find a booth, sit down, and think over your next steps. And yet. Your eyes still linger on where he had been. By all accounts, you //should// hate him. But… *<<link "Somehow, someway, you’ve found yourself unwittingly charmed by him. And you are absolutely pissed about it." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 15>><</link>> *<<link "Ignoring the glaring red flags, you find yourself //almost// liking him. He //is// rather charismatic after all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "No, hate is right. You can’t stand him, he feels so fake. All practiced, manufactured smiles and words. No substance at all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 5>><</link>> *<<link "Honestly, you can’t decide whether you want to deck him in the face or kiss him. //Maybe try therapy.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 35>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "//Why does he have to be so charming?// All suave, perfect smiles that make you lose your train of thought. He’s dangerous all right. //For your heart.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 40>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><</if>><</if>>

<<if $pyrewith is "sadie">>As the three of you settle back in, you <<if $expressive gte $stoic>>interject here and there but <</if>>mostly keep to yourself as you wait for a lull in the conversation. It doesn’t take long, just a few short minutes when they both taper off, sipping at their drinks. You take the opportunity to strike back up a conversation, and, hopefully, lead it in the direction you want it to go. "So, how’d you wind up becoming friends? You both seem… very different." Sadie snorts inelegantly. "That’s fair. Honestly not sure if I’d get on with him under normal circumstances, but, we actually work together. So, it just kinda happened, y’know?" August smirks from where he sits at her other side. "That’s certainly one way to put it. If I recall correctly, Sadie was the one who decided we should be friends. Kept hounding me about it for //weeks//. Wound up wearing me down in the end. Unfortunately." Sadie glares at him sharply, but, notably, says nothing in her defense. "Oh, I see. What do the two of you do anyway?" You ask, pulse racing as you desperately feint nonchalance. //Not that you think they’ll be honest, but, who knows? If they're tipsy enough then maybe...// <<if $blackrosesus lte 20>>Sadie hesitates for a long moment, looking to August in askance. Slowly, he nods. "Go ahead. Not like it’ll matter anyway." "Well, in that case. Let’s just say, it’s… not your traditional job." "Is it…" you pause, making a show of looking around, pretending to be unsure, before leaning in and whispering, "illegal?" She winces. "Fuck. What gave it away?" Then winces again as the words leave her mouth. August raises a single brow at her. "Have you looked in a mirror recently? Your face alone screams ‘don’t fuck with me or I’ll gut you’." She rolls her eyes. "Most people aren’t gonna just assume that. That’s a huge fuckin' leap dumbass." Deciding to cut them off before they start arguing, you answer her original question. "Well, for starters, the whole ‘slamming me into a wall thing’ didn’t help." Groaning, she drops her head into her hands. "Shit. Yeah. Guess that would leave a certain impression. Fuck. Should’ve just lied and said we do security or some crap." "Sadie. You did //what?//" August says, brows pinched, judgment heavy in his tone. "It’s okay. Water under the bridge." You reply <<if $kindness gte $callous>>with a comforting smile<<else>>with a barely suppressed smirk<</if>>. "And I I won’t tell anyone about your jobs. Not like I have any proof anyway. Or even know what they are." She stares at you uncertainly, biting her lip. "Okay. Fine. I believe you. And I guess a bit can’t hurt. Just don’t run off to the cops. I’ll know it was you so—yeah, nevermind, you probably aren’t //that// dumb. Sorry. And look, I //really// shouldn’t be talking about this but…" She glances back at August, who just shrugs, the picture of indifference. "My lips are sealed." You say, miming the gesture. "Alright, alright." She begins with a resigned sigh, keeping her voice low. Eyes darting around. "So. You ever heard of The Black Rose?"<<set $blackrose to 1>> "I’m assuming you aren’t talking about the flower here? Then, no. Can’t say I have." "Figured as much. Not many have. Not by name at least. It’s… let’s call it a gang. That’s not quite accurate but, eh, close enough." "And you and August are members?" She nods slightly. "See the tattoo on my arm? Red rose, black stem, lots’a lines crossin’ through it? It’s like our trademark. Word of advice, you ever meet someone else with one of these, avoid ‘em. Especially if they got a lot’a lines. Trust me on that one." <<if $aaro gte 1>>"I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks. So, does that mean you have one too?" You ask, turning to August. "Oh, yes. I do. Would you like to see it?" He replies, voice low and salacious. "Keep your damn shirt on August, I don’t wanna see that." Sadie says before you can respond. "Ugh, I need another drink now. You want anything?" She asks, bouncing her leg, clearly wanting to change the subject. "No thanks, I’m good." You reply, fiddling with the <<if $pessimistic gte $optimisitc>>half-empty<<else>>half-full<</if>> glass still sitting in front of you.<<else>>"I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks. But, what do the lines mean exactly?" "That, I can’t answer. Best left to the imagination." //Guess she’s not drunk enough to answer that one.// "Ugh, I need another drink now. You want anything?" She asks, bouncing her leg, clearly wanting to change the subject. "No thanks, I’m good." You reply, fiddling with the <<if $pessimistic gte $optimisitc>>half-empty<<else>>half-full<</if>> glass still sitting in front of you.<</if>><<else>>The two share a brief look, August seeming unimpressed with whatever he finds there. Sadie shrugs. "Nothin’ fancy, just hired muscle basically—security. We work here sometimes actually." "Like bouncers? I can see you doing that but August… you don’t really strike me as the type." He smiles, all teeth and sharp edges. "Appearances can be deceiving." "Yeah, exactly. And, personally, I’m pretty good at throwing people out on their ass when I need to." She adds with a laugh, a current of threat underlying her words. "I can see that." You respond with a nervous laugh of your own, shifting in your seat.<</if>> You allow the conversation to stagnant for a moment after that, as Sadie busies herself with flagging down the bartender again. August joining in with another drink order as well. Where to go from here? <<if $blackrose is 1>>You could try to dig deeper into The Black Rose, but something tells you they’ll be tight-lipped about it. Likely a dead end.<</if>> Maybe you could ask about the club itself? If they works here often, then there might be private rooms they use to conduct business right? You doubt any clients hiring a hit would do it out in the open. Or, you could ask more about August. If you understand him better that could prove useful as well, albeit in a different way. *<<link "Ask about the club. If there’s any places of interest, scoping them out could prove useful." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3sub to "sadieclubtalkb">><</link>> *<<link "Ask about August. Try to learn how he operates. Find something you can exploit." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3sub to "sadieaugusttalkb">><</link>> *<<link "Ask about August because, sure, he’s a murderer, but he’s also hot so… $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3sub to "sadieaugustflirttalkb">><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><<elseif $pyrewith is "amarafest">><<if $chap3sub is "augustdance" or $chap3sub is "augustdancewatch">><<if settings.notifications>><<notify 3s>>New Profile Avaliable!<</notify>><</if>>Sitting back at the high-backed booth from before, you find Amara already there waiting for you. "Hey $fname!" She says with a wave. "Welcome back, got anything good?" "Not really, unfortunately. It was a total bust." You say with a frustrated sigh. "That’s okay! I got something that might be useful. Maybe." "Yeah? What did you find?" Amara wastes no time pulling out her phone, turning it around to show you a photo of what appears to be a corner in the club. A staircase sits there guarded by a bouncer and gated off with a red rope. "So, the VIP section is //definitely// suspicious. See where the cameras are placed, here and here." She points to the walls beside the stairs. "They seem to be positioned deliberately to create a blind spot around the stairs. Could just be that way for privacy but… yeah. I know we’re here for that woman, right? But I feel like there’s more goin’ on here. Or, I’m just being paranoid. Could be either really." "No, no, I actually think you’re on to something. And besides, didn’t we see the woman enter through the employee entrance earlier? Might be a connection there." "Oh shit. Yeah, you’re right. I almost forgot about that. Thanks $fname. So, if that’s the case, how do you wanna proceed? Actually, what are you even hoping to get from that lady anyway, if you don’t mind me askin’? Who even is she?" Shifting in your seat, you let you gaze fall on where they had been at the bar. "I… don’t know really. I just—I need to get everything I can on them. For my own sake. The man she was with, I recognized him. I think the two of them are dangerous. Gang members, maybe. If I don’t figure this out…" You trail off, uncertain whether it’s even worth it to finish that sentence. //What could you even tell her? The truth? As if anyone would believe it.// "That sounds pretty serious. What have you gotten yourself into $fname? It isn’t anything related to work is it? You know the boss would help if it was." You shake your head, turning back to Amara. "No, it’s nothing like that. Frankly, I don’t understand it myself. It just sort of happened. I’m sorry I dragged you into this Amara. I probably should have been upfront with all this, huh?" "Not gonna lie, that would’ve been nice, yeah. But, I already agreed to come didn’t I? And I helped you follow her, I knew if we came here in person there might be a risk. So, that was my choice, and I’m sticking to it damnit.<<if $airel gte 30>> Besides, wouldn’t want anything to happen to my partner in crime now would we?<</if>>" *<<link "“Thank you. I really appreciate all you’ve done.” You reply softly, sincerely." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $airel += 5>><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><</link>> *<<link "“Thanks Amara. I appreciate you being so understanding about all this.” You say, with a relieved smile." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $airel += 5>><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><</link>> *<<link "“Thanks, you’re the best! I owe you one. Seriously. Don’t feel like writing your reports for a week? I got you.” You say with a wide smile." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $airel += 5>><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><</link>> *<<link "“Good. So long as you actually stick to your word.” You respond dismissively." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $airel -= 5>><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><</link>> *<<link "“Thank you. I really—this means a lot to me, that you’d do this. I, yes. Thanks. Again.” You respond, tripping over your own words, suddenly tongue-tied under the full force of her sincerity. $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $airel += 5>><<set $airo += 1>><</link>> <<if $airel gte 30>>*<<link "“Partners in crime, huh? I like the sound of that.” You respond coyly, a grin on your lips. “Guess you’re stuck with me now.” $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $airel += 5>><<set $airo += 1>><</link>><<else>>*<<link "“Guess this makes us partners in crime now, don’t you think?” You respond coyly, a grin on your lips. “Guess you’re stuck with me now.” $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $airel += 5>><<set $airo += 1>><</link>><</if>><<elseif $chap3sub is "sadieclubtalk" or $chap3sub is "sadieaugusttalk" or $chap3sub is "sadieaugustflirttalk">><<if settings.notifications>><<notify 3s>>New Profile Avaliable!<</notify>><</if>>Personal feelings aside, your talks tonight didn’t really tell you much. //Hopefully, Amara’s found something good.// Sitting back at the high-backed booth from before, you find Amara already there waiting for you. "Hey $fname!" She says with a wave. "Welcome back, any luck info gathering?" <<if $vipaccess is "known">>"Not too much. I //did// hear something about a VIP section. I think they might be having a meeting in there soon, so that could be an avenue worth pursuing." "Oh yeah? I actually found something out about that too. The VIP part, I mean. Now I’m even more convinced, it //has// to be something right?" "You’re going to have to go into more detail there. What did you find exactly?"<<else>>"Not really, unfortunately. They mentioned having an ‘appointment’ soon, but that’s it." You say with a frustrated sigh. "That’s okay! I got something that might be useful. Maybe." "Yeah? What did you find?"<</if>> Amara wastes no time pulling out her phone, turning it around to show you a photo of what appears to be a corner in the club. A staircase sits there guarded by a bouncer and gated off with a red rope. "So, the VIP section is //definitely// suspicious. See where the cameras are placed, here and here." She points to the walls beside the stairs. "They seem to be positioned deliberately to create a blind spot around the stairs. Could just be that way for privacy but… yeah. I know we’re here for that woman, right? But I feel like there’s more goin’ on here. Or, I’m just being paranoid. Could be either really." "No, no, I actually think you’re on to something. And besides, didn’t we see the woman enter through the employee entrance earlier? Might be a connection there." "Oh shit. Yeah, you’re right. I almost forgot about that. Thanks $fname. So, if that’s the case, how do you wanna proceed? Actually, what are you even hoping to get from that lady anyway, if you don’t mind me askin’? Who even is she?" Shifting in your seat, you let you gaze fall on where they had been at the bar. "I… don’t know really. I just—I need to get everything I can on them. For my own sake. The man she was with, I recognized him. I think the two of them are dangerous. Gang members, maybe. If I don’t figure this out…" You trail off, uncertain whether it’s even worth it to finish that sentence. //What could you even tell her? The truth? As if anyone would believe it.// "That sounds pretty serious. What have you gotten yourself into $fname? It isn’t anything related to work is it? You know the boss would help if it was." You shake your head, turning back to Amara. "No, it’s nothing like that. Frankly, I don’t understand it myself. It just sort of happened. I’m sorry I dragged you into this Amara. I probably should have been upfront with all this, huh?" "Not gonna lie, that would’ve been nice, yeah. But, I already agreed to come didn’t I? And I helped you follow her, I knew if we came here in person there might be a risk. So, that was my choice, and I’m sticking to it damnit.<<if $airel gte 30>> Besides, wouldn’t want anything to happen to my partner in crime now would we?<</if>>" *<<link "“Thank you. I really appreciate all you’ve done.” You reply softly, sincerely." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $airel += 5>><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><</link>> *<<link "“Thanks Amara. I appreciate you being so understanding about all this.” You say, with a relieved smile." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $airel += 5>><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><</link>> *<<link "“Thanks, you’re the best! I owe you one. Seriously. Don’t feel like writing your reports for a week? I got you.” You say with a wide smile." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $airel += 5>><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><</link>> *<<link "“Good. So long as you actually stick to your word.” You respond dismissively." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $airel -= 5>><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><</link>> *<<link "“Thank you. I really—this means a lot to me, that you’d do this. I, yes. Thanks. Again.” You respond, tripping over your own words, suddenly tongue-tied under the full force of her sincerity. $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $airel += 5>><<set $airo += 1>><</link>> <<if $airel gte 30>>*<<link "“Partners in crime, huh? I like the sound of that.” You respond coyly, a grin on your lips. “Guess you’re stuck with me now.” $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $airel += 5>><<set $airo += 1>><</link>><<else>>*<<link "“Guess this makes us partners in crime now, don’t you think?” You respond coyly, a grin on your lips. “Seems you’re stuck with me now.” $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $airel += 5>><<set $airo += 1>><</link>><</if>><<else>><<if $chap3subsub is "aatalk">>"You heard <<if $mgen is "person">>$mhim<<elseif $mgen is "man">>the man<<else>>the lady<</if>>," he says to the bartender, "another drink. On me." "Understood. Anything for you August?" "Not right now." He dismisses without even looking at her. The woman nods, turning away to prepare your order. In the meanwhile, you glance over at your unexpected companion. Should you try to make conversation? Small talk? You resist the urge to wince at that idea. //Okay, maybe don’t talk about the weather with your would-be assassin.// Then... "First time in Club Pyre?" He asks, interrupting your thought spiral. "Yes, actually. How’d you know?" He shrugs. "Oh, you know. Just a hunch. That, and it seems from the way you’ve been looking around like you aren’t too familiar with the place. Makes it pretty obvious." "I see. I guess you must come here a lot then?" "In a manner of speaking. Despite how I look, I don’t spend //all// day clubbing. Only part of it." He says with a mischievous wink. "In all actuality, I work here." "Are you on break now? Bartender?" "Bouncer. But I’m not on the clock for a little while yet." "Really? That’s surprising, you don’t strike me as the type." "Appearances can be deceiving." He replies with a smile, all teeth and sharp edges. "Ah, but enough about me, I’d like to know more about you." "Me? I’m not that interesting. What would you even want to know?" "You know, everyone says that but I find it’s rarely true. Surely you have //something// of interest happening in your life. A lover, a hobby, a talent. Or, your work perhaps?" The way he looks at you now, the teasing grin, fingers casually drumming on the table—you’d have to be a fool not to understand what he’s getting at. He //knows// you. He knows who you are, the work you do. He’s baiting you. A cat toying with a mouse before… //Crunch.// Even so, you don’t think he’s going to do anything to you right now. It’s too public. Too many risks. Unknowns. By all accounts, it just seems like he’s having fun. Playing with you. //Trying to get inside your head.// *<<link "//Two can play at that game.// “Ah, I’m no one special. Not really. I’m sure your job at the //club//,” you say, stressing the word, “is //much// more riveting.”" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aasus">><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "You aren’t playing his game. “Sorry,” you say, pretending to check a message on your phone, “I’d love to stay and chat but I actually have to go now. It was nice talking to you.”" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aaleave">><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><</link>> *<<link "“I just work in an office. Your typical nine to five gig.” You reply, not even technically lying." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aaliar">><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><</link>> *<<link "“I work for an info broker.” You reply, completely deadpan. “It’s not as exciting as it seems on television.”" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aawow">><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><<set $augustres += 2>><</link>> *<<link "“I’m actually a talk therapist. If you ever need anyone to speak with about your… issues,” you say, giving him a concerned once-over, “well, just remember, it’s never too late to seek help, okay?”" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aawow">><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><<set $augustres += 2>><</link>> *<<link "//Screw this.// Looking him in the eye, you slowly stand and walk away without a word. Leaving a wide-eyed August behind." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aanah">><<set $pessimistic to Math.round($pessimistic * 1.05)>><<set $optimistic to 100 - $pessimistic>><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>><<elseif $chap3subsub is "aaflirt">>"You heard <<if $mgen is "person">>$mhim<<elseif $mgen is "man">>the man<<else>>the lady<</if>>," he says to the bartender, "another drink. On me." "Understood. Anything for you August?" "Not right now." He dismisses without even looking at her. The woman nods, turning away to prepare your order. In the meanwhile, you glance over at your unexpected companion. Should you try to make conversation? Small talk? You resist the urge to wince at that idea. //Okay, maybe don’t talk about the weather with your would-be assassin.// Then... "First time in Club Pyre?" He asks, interrupting your thought spiral. "Yes, actually. How’d you know?" He smirks. "I never forget a pretty face. I’m sure I’d have remembered you if you’d come here before." "Oh? I-I see. I guess you must come here a lot then?" "In a manner of speaking. Despite how I look, I don’t spend //all// day clubbing. Only part of it." He says with a mischievous wink. "In all actuality, I work here." "Are you on break now? Bartender?" "Bouncer. But I’m not on the clock for a little while yet." "Really? That’s surprising, you don’t strike me as the type." "Appearances can be deceiving." He replies with a smile, all teeth and sharp edges. "Ah, but enough about me, I’d like to know more about //you.//" "Me? I’m not that interesting. What would you even want to know?" "You know, everyone says that but I find it’s rarely true. Surely you have //something// of interest happening in your life. A lover, a hobby, a talent. Or, your work perhaps?" The way he looks at you now, the teasing grin, fingers casually drumming on the table—you’d have to be a fool not to understand what he’s getting at. He //knows// you. He knows who you are, the work you do. He’s baiting you. A cat toying with a mouse before… //Crunch.// Even so, you don’t think he’s going to do anything to you right now. It’s too public. Too many risks. Unknowns. By all accounts, it just seems like he’s having fun. Playing with you. //Trying to get inside your head.// *<<link "//Two can play at that game.// “Ah, I’m no one special. Not really. I’m sure your job at the //club//,” you say, voice taking on a sultry tone, “is //much// more riveting.” $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aasus">><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "You aren’t playing his game. “Sorry,” you say, pretending to check a message on your phone, “I’d love to stay and chat but I actually have to go now. It was nice talking to you.”" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aaleave">><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><</link>> *<<link "“I just work in an office. Your typical nine to five gig.” You reply, not even technically lying." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aaliar">><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><</link>> *<<link "“I work for an info broker.” You reply, completely deadpan. “It’s not as exciting as it seems on television.”" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aawow">><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><<set $augustres += 2>><</link>> *<<link "“I’m actually a talk therapist. If you ever need anyone to speak with about your… issues,” you say, giving him a concerned once-over, “well, just remember, it’s never too late to seek help, okay?”" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aawow">><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><<set $augustres += 2>><</link>> *<<link "//Screw this.// Looking him in the eye, you slowly stand and walk away without a word. Leaving a wide-eyed August behind." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aanah">><<set $pessimistic to Math.round($pessimistic * 1.05)>><<set $optimistic to 100 - $pessimistic>><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>><<else>>August stares at you, looking surprised for a moment at your refusal, before his charming mask slips back into place. "If you say so. I’ll be here at the bar for a while longer, if you change your mind." You nod. "I’ll remember that. <<if $kindness gte $callous>>Have a good night.<<else>>Bye.<</if>>" And with that, you’re out of your seat and across the room, sinking back into the booth. Hands trembling slightly. Clench and unclench. //Just breath. He didn’t do anything. You’re fine.// Hell, you aren’t even sure he recognized you. What if it’s all in your head? What if you’ve deluded yourself? What if… //Focus. You need to focus.// Try as you might, you can't seem to fully get him off your mind. It's strange, by all accounts, you //should// hate him. And yet…<<set $metaugustagain to 1>><<set $temp to 1>> *<<link "Somehow, someway, you’ve found yourself unwittingly charmed by him. And you are absolutely pissed about it." "chap3pyrecon4">><<set $aarel to 15>><</link>> *<<link "Ignoring the glaring red flags, you find yourself //almost// liking him. He //is// rather charismatic after all." "chap3pyrecon4">><<set $aarel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "No, hate is right. You can’t stand him, he feels so fake. All practiced, manufactured smiles and words. No substance at all." "chap3pyrecon4">><<set $aarel to 5>><</link>> *<<link "Honestly, you can’t decide whether you want to deck him in the face or kiss him. //Maybe try therapy.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon4">><<set $aarel to 35>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "//Why does he have to be so charming?// All suave, perfect smiles that make you lose your train of thought. He’s dangerous all right. //For your heart.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon4">><<set $aarel to 40>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><</if>><</if>><<elseif $pyrewith is "vreyes">><<if $chap3sub is "augustdance" or $chap3sub is "augustdancewatch">><<if settings.notifications>><<notify 3s>>New Profile Avaliable!<</notify>><</if>>Sitting back at the high-backed booth from before, you find the two of them already there waiting for you. "$mmr $lname." $vmr Zhang greets you calmly. "Anything to report?" "Not really, unfortunately. It was a total bust." You say with a frustrated sigh. $vHe nods at that. "I see. Thankfully, Reyes and I did manage to find one place of interest. The VIP section, located upstairs. If we are to gain anything from tonight, I believe it will be there. But—" "We’ll need to proceed with caution. Blah, blah, blah. We get it Vic. //Relax,// won’tcha?" Reyes interrupts, with an eye roll. "None of us wanna wind up lookin’ like Swiss cheese ‘cause some punk got trigger happy. We’ll be careful. Right?" They add, nudging your shoulder. "Right. We got this. Don’t worry boss." $vmr Zhang just sighs. "Moving on then. I suggest we move to a booth or table closer to the VIP section. Over there, in the back left corner." $vHe says, turning $vhis head towards it. Perching up in your seat, you spot the area in question. It’s more secluded than the rest, with a handful of booths set against the wall, some feet away from the dance floor. In the very back, you see a staircase, a man—most likely a bouncer based on what you can tell—standing guard at the bottom. "Want to make your interest any more obvious?" Reyes says as you settle back down. //Whoops.// "Well, whatever. At least tonight’s been fun, huh $fname?" $vmr Zhang huffs at that, but wears a faint smile regardless. *<<link "“Yeah. Thank you both for coming with me.” You reply softly, sincerely." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $vrel += 5>><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><</link>> *<<link "“It certainly has been. Thank you, I really appreciate the both of you agreeing to this.” You say, with a kind smile." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $vrel += 5>><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><</link>> *<<link "“Oh for sure, who doesn’t love a good undercover op? Or, well, whatever you’d call what we’ve gotten up to tonight.” You say with a wide smile." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $vrel += 5>><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><</link>> *<<link "“It’ll be ‘fun’ once we actually find something worthwhile.” You respond dismissively." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $vrel -= 5>><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><</link>> *<<link "“Aw, I knew for all your blustering you’ve been secretly enjoying our little mission tonight, $vnick.” You respond coyly, a grin on your lips. “I know I have.” $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $vrel += 5>><<set $vro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“Ah, yes. Thank you. I really—this means a lot to me, that you—both of you—would do this. Thanks. Again.” You respond, tripping over your own words, suddenly tongue-tied at $vmr Zhang’s soft smile. $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $vrel += 5>><<set $vro += 1>><</link>><<elseif $chap3sub is "sadieclubtalk" or $chap3sub is "sadieaugusttalk" or $chap3sub is "sadieaugustflirttalk">><<if settings.notifications>><<notify 3s>>New Profile Avaliable!<</notify>><</if>>Personal feelings aside, your talks tonight didn’t really tell you much. //Hopefully, $vmr Zhang and Reyes have found something good.// Sitting back at the high-backed booth from before, you find the two of them already there waiting for you. "$mmr $lname." $vmr Zhang greets you calmly. "Anything to report?" <<if $vipaccess is "known">>"Not too much. I //did// hear something about a VIP section. I think they might be having a meeting in there soon, so that could be an avenue worth pursuing." $vHe nods at that. "I see. That area of the club garnered our notice as well. If we are to gain anything from tonight, I believe it will be there. But—"<<else>>"Not really, unfortunately. They mentioned having an ‘appointment’ soon, but that’s it." You say with a frustrated sigh. "I see." $vmr Zhang says with a thoughtful nod. "Hm. I might know where they’ll be, there is an area of the club that garnered our notice. The VIP section. If we are to gain anything from tonight, I believe it will be there. But—"<</if>> "We’ll need to proceed with caution. Blah, blah, blah. We get it Vic. //Relax,// won’tcha?" Reyes interrupts, with an eye roll. "None of us wanna wind up lookin’ like Swiss cheese ‘cause some punk got trigger happy. We’ll be careful. Right?" They add, nudging your shoulder. "Right. We got this. Don’t worry boss." $vmr Zhang just sighs. "Moving on then. I suggest we move to a booth or table closer to the VIP section. Over there, in the back left corner." $vHe says, turning $vhis head towards it. Perching up in your seat, you spot the area in question. It’s more secluded than the rest, with a handful of booths set against the wall, some feet away from the dance floor. In the very back, you see a staircase, a man—most likely a bouncer based on what you can tell—standing guard at the bottom. "Want to make your interest any more obvious?" Reyes says as you settle back down. //Whoops.// "Well, whatever. At least tonight’s been fun, huh $fname?" $vmr Zhang huffs at that, but wears a faint smile regardless. *<<link "“Yeah. Thank you both for coming with me.” You reply softly, sincerely." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $vrel += 5>><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><</link>> *<<link "“It certainly has been. Thank you, I really appreciate the both of you agreeing to this.” You say, with a kind smile." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $vrel += 5>><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><</link>> *<<link "“Oh for sure, who doesn’t love a good undercover op? Or, well, whatever you’d call what we’ve gotten up to tonight.” You say with a wide smile." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $vrel += 5>><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><</link>> *<<link "“It’ll be ‘fun’ once we actually find something worthwhile.” You respond dismissively." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $vrel -= 5>><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><</link>> *<<link "“Aw, I knew for all your blustering you’ve been secretly enjoying our little mission tonight, $vnick.” You respond coyly, a grin on your lips. “I know I have.” $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $vrel += 5>><<set $vro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“Ah, yes. Thank you. I really—this means a lot to me, that you—both of you—would do this. Thanks. Again.” You respond, tripping over your own words, suddenly tongue-tied at $vmr Zhang’s soft smile. $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $vrel += 5>><<set $vro += 1>><</link>><<else>><<if $chap3subsub is "aatalk">>"You heard <<if $mgen is "person">>$mhim<<elseif $mgen is "man">>the man<<else>>the lady<</if>>," he says to the bartender, "another drink. On me." "Understood. Anything for you August?" "Not right now." He dismisses without even looking at her. The woman nods, turning away to prepare your order. In the meanwhile, you glance over at your unexpected companion. Should you try to make conversation? Small talk? You resist the urge to wince at that idea. //Okay, maybe don’t talk about the weather with your would-be assassin.// Then... "First time in Club Pyre?" He asks, interrupting your thought spiral. "Yes, actually. How’d you know?" He shrugs. "Oh, you know. Just a hunch. That, and it seems from the way you’ve been looking around like you aren’t too familiar with the place. Makes it pretty obvious." "I see. I guess you must come here a lot then?" "In a manner of speaking. Despite how I look, I don’t spend //all// day clubbing. Only part of it." He says with a mischievous wink. "In all actuality, I work here." "Are you on break now? Bartender?" "Bouncer. But I’m not on the clock for a little while yet." "Really? That’s surprising, you don’t strike me as the type." "Appearances can be deceiving." He replies with a smile, all teeth and sharp edges. "Ah, but enough about me, I’d like to know more about you." "Me? I’m not that interesting. What would you even want to know?" "You know, everyone says that but I find it’s rarely true. Surely you have //something// of interest happening in your life. A lover, a hobby, a talent. Or, your work perhaps?" The way he looks at you now, the teasing grin, fingers casually drumming on the table—you’d have to be a fool not to understand what he’s getting at. He //knows// you. He knows who you are, the work you do. He’s baiting you. A cat toying with a mouse before… //Crunch.// Even so, you don’t think he’s going to do anything to you right now. It’s too public. Too many risks. Unknowns. By all accounts, it just seems like he’s having fun. Playing with you. //Trying to get inside your head.// *<<link "//Two can play at that game.// “Ah, I’m no one special. Not really. I’m sure your job at the //club//,” you say, stressing the word, “is //much// more riveting.”" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aasus">><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "You aren’t playing his game. “Sorry,” you say, pretending to check a message on your phone, “I’d love to stay and chat but I actually have to go now. It was nice talking to you.”" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aaleave">><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><</link>> *<<link "“I just work in an office. Your typical nine to five gig.” You reply, not even technically lying." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aaliar">><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><</link>> *<<link "“I work for an info broker.” You reply, completely deadpan. “It’s not as exciting as it seems on television.”" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aawow">><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><<set $augustres += 2>><</link>> *<<link "“I’m actually a talk therapist. If you ever need anyone to speak with about your… issues,” you say, giving him a concerned once-over, “well, just remember, it’s never too late to seek help, okay?”" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aawow">><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><<set $augustres += 2>><</link>> *<<link "//Screw this.// Looking him in the eye, you slowly stand and walk away without a word. Leaving a wide-eyed August behind." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aanah">><<set $pessimistic to Math.round($pessimistic * 1.05)>><<set $optimistic to 100 - $pessimistic>><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>><<elseif $chap3subsub is "aaflirt">>"You heard <<if $mgen is "person">>$mhim<<elseif $mgen is "man">>the man<<else>>the lady<</if>>," he says to the bartender, "another drink. On me." "Understood. Anything for you August?" "Not right now." He dismisses without even looking at her. The woman nods, turning away to prepare your order. In the meanwhile, you glance over at your unexpected companion. Should you try to make conversation? Small talk? You resist the urge to wince at that idea. //Okay, maybe don’t talk about the weather with your would-be assassin.// Then... "First time in Club Pyre?" He asks, interrupting your thought spiral. "Yes, actually. How’d you know?" He smirks. "I never forget a pretty face. I’m sure I’d have remembered you if you’d come here before." "Oh? I-I see. I guess you must come here a lot then?" "In a manner of speaking. Despite how I look, I don’t spend //all// day clubbing. Only part of it." He says with a mischievous wink. "In all actuality, I work here." "Are you on break now? Bartender?" "Bouncer. But I’m not on the clock for a little while yet." "Really? That’s surprising, you don’t strike me as the type." "Appearances can be deceiving." He replies with a smile, all teeth and sharp edges. "Ah, but enough about me, I’d like to know more about //you.//" "Me? I’m not that interesting. What would you even want to know?" "You know, everyone says that but I find it’s rarely true. Surely you have //something// of interest happening in your life. A lover, a hobby, a talent. Or, your work perhaps?" The way he looks at you now, the teasing grin, fingers casually drumming on the table—you’d have to be a fool not to understand what he’s getting at. He //knows// you. He knows who you are, the work you do. He’s baiting you. A cat toying with a mouse before… //Crunch.// Even so, you don’t think he’s going to do anything to you right now. It’s too public. Too many risks. Unknowns. By all accounts, it just seems like he’s having fun. Playing with you. //Trying to get inside your head.// *<<link "//Two can play at that game.// “Ah, I’m no one special. Not really. I’m sure your job at the //club//,” you say, voice taking on a sultry tone, “is //much// more riveting.” $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aasus">><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "You aren’t playing his game. “Sorry,” you say, pretending to check a message on your phone, “I’d love to stay and chat but I actually have to go now. It was nice talking to you.”" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aaleave">><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><</link>> *<<link "“I just work in an office. Your typical nine to five gig.” You reply, not even technically lying." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aaliar">><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><</link>> *<<link "“I work for an info broker.” You reply, completely deadpan. “It’s not as exciting as it seems on television.”" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aawow">><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><<set $augustres += 2>><</link>> *<<link "“I’m actually a talk therapist. If you ever need anyone to speak with about your… issues,” you say, giving him a concerned once-over, “well, just remember, it’s never too late to seek help, okay?”" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aawow">><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><<set $augustres += 2>><</link>> *<<link "//Screw this.// Looking him in the eye, you slowly stand and walk away without a word. Leaving a wide-eyed August behind." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aanah">><<set $pessimistic to Math.round($pessimistic * 1.05)>><<set $optimistic to 100 - $pessimistic>><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>><<else>>August stares at you, looking surprised for a moment at your refusal, before his charming mask slips back into place. "If you say so. I’ll be here at the bar for a while longer, if you change your mind." You nod. "I’ll remember that. <<if $kindness gte $callous>>Have a good night.<<else>>Bye.<</if>>" And with that, you’re out of your seat and across the room, sinking back into the booth. Hands trembling slightly. Clench and unclench. //Just breath. He didn’t do anything. You’re fine.// Hell, you aren’t even sure he recognized you. What if it’s all in your head? What if you’ve deluded yourself? What if… //Focus. You need to focus.// Try as you might, you can't seem to fully get him off your mind. It's strange, by all accounts, you //should// hate him. And yet…<<set $metaugustagain to 1>><<set $temp to 1>> *<<link "Somehow, someway, you’ve found yourself unwittingly charmed by him. And you are absolutely pissed about it." "chap3pyrecon4">><<set $aarel to 15>><</link>> *<<link "Ignoring the glaring red flags, you find yourself //almost// liking him. He //is// rather charismatic after all." "chap3pyrecon4">><<set $aarel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "No, hate is right. You can’t stand him, he feels so fake. All practiced, manufactured smiles and words. No substance at all." "chap3pyrecon4">><<set $aarel to 5>><</link>> *<<link "Honestly, you can’t decide whether you want to deck him in the face or kiss him. //Maybe try therapy.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon4">><<set $aarel to 35>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "//Why does he have to be so charming?// All suave, perfect smiles that make you lose your train of thought. He’s dangerous all right. //For your heart.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon4">><<set $aarel to 40>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><</if>><</if>><<elseif $pyrewith is "solo" and $sadieishere is 1>><<if $chap3sub is "augustdanceb">>His smile shifts, a catlike quality to it. //Someone who’s got exactly what he wants.// "Then, shall we?" He says, offering a hand to you. You place your own in his, allowing him to tug you in closer. And then, there you are. The heat of the lights bearing down on you. Neon bright and sharp spots in the dim ambiance of the room. Music played so loud you feel its thrum vibrating under your skin even as far out as you are. The press of bodies as they move and sway around you. Him pulling you in, urging you to join them. "Follow my lead, won’t you sunshine?" He says, <<if $aaro gte 1>>leaned in so close, you feel his breath hot in your ear. Unable to suppress the resulting shiver, you nod numbly in response, mouth suddenly gone dry.<<else>>leaning in close to be heard over the noise. You nod for lack of anything else to do, not entirely sure what you’ve gotten yourself into.<</if>> One hand settles firmly into yours, the other slips around your waist with a practiced ease. //He’s done this before.// You think, but your mind goes blank before you can expand on it, August pulling you seamlessly into his motion. You’ve never danced before. Not really. //Not like this.// Like the tides under the pull of the moon, helplessly, effortlessly moved. <<if $aaro gte 1>>Entranced. Stuck in his gravity, hardly a hair’s breadth between you.<<else>>Unwillingly entranced. Stuck in his gravity, almost too close for comfort.<</if>> It should feel out of place here, in a club, somewhere dancing amounts more to drunken stumbling and grinding than anything else. But August makes it seem so <<if $aaro gte 1>>//right.//<<else>>//simple.//<</if>> Bend and flow, sway and turn, each movement made easy as you follow him like a moth to a flame. //Fire.// It’s a good comparison. Bright and burning, all encompassing, the flames flickering and dancing on a whim. It’s mesmerizing to watch, much less to be pulled against. Made to move with the fire, one misstep and you’ll burn. Ashes abound, yet knowing the risks you can’t help but lose yourself in it. Even if only for a moment, for one beat, one single song, you can’t help but play with fire. <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>Like always, you never heed the warnings. Never look before you leap. Simply trusting you’ll land safely and unscathed.<<else>>It’s not like you, to be so reckless. Ignoring the flashing red warning signs. But, right now, you can’t help but be swept up in the moment.<</if>> Slowly the song meets its ends, some generic synth beat taking its place. August smoothly moves just a step away, hand still held in his as he maneuvers the two of you off the dance floor and back towards the bar. "See? Wasn’t that so much better? You just needed to let loose, less thinking more doing. And I’d say you did exceptional well. Though, if you wanted some more... //practice,// I certainly wouldn’t say no." He says, sliding one arm lazily to rest on the small of your back. <<if $aaro gte 1>>Part of you wants to say yes, the more sensible part reminds you what you’re here for. //Why// you’re here. Who he is to you. One little reality check is all it takes for the spell to be broken, the fog to dissipate, and for you to come back down to earth.<<else>>You step back, just out of reach, somewhat uncomfortable with his blatant flirting. You must have really lost it for a second there. To be taken in by him so quickly. //He really is dangerous.//<</if>> "Maybe later." You make yourself speak, noncommittal, casual. <span class="next"><<button "//What are you getting yourself into?//" "chap3pyrecon2">><</button>></span><<elseif $chap3sub is "augustdancewatch">>His smile shifts, <<if $aaro gte 1>>tugging down just a touch before he forces it back into place.<<else>>looking briefly displeased. Before his expression clears, benign smile back in place.<</if>> "Suit yourself." He says, with a shrug, then, turning and beckoning a nearby woman over. "Well, at least you can watch." And then, there you are, standing still on the dance floor. The heat of the lights bearing down on you. Neon bright and sharp spots in the dim ambiance of the room. Music played so loud you feel its thrum vibrating under your skin even as far out as you are. The press of bodies as they move and sway around you. Him pulling the woman in close. "Follow my lead, won’t you darling?" He says to his partner, leaned in so close he must be speaking directly into her ear. Only just loud enough for you to still catch. //Is he doing that intentionally?// Based on the look he sends you over her shoulder it sure looks like it. <<if $aaro gte 1>>//As if he’d rather be with you instead.//<<else>>//Is he trying to make you jealous?// You roll your eyes, unimpressed.<</if>> //You are here to dance, aren’t you?// Well, not really, but you might as well. Don’t think you’ll get anything from August like this. <<if $expressive gte $stoic>>//When in Rome...// You allow yourself to sway to the beat, lose yourself to it. Move with the rhythm, just let loose. Have fun.<<else>>You allow yourself to sway to the beat, just a tiny thing. Tap your foot to the rhythm. Have fun.<</if>> Distracted as you are, you almost forget who it is you’re standing by, until your eyes catch on the pair beside you. You’ve never seen anyone dance like they do. Like //him.// Not really anyway. Like the tides under the pull of the moon, the woman seems so helplessly, effortlessly moved. It should feel out of place here, in a club, somewhere dancing amounts more to drunken stumbling and grinding than anything else—or, the little side to side motion you’ve fallen into. But August makes it seem so <<if $aaro gte 1>>//right.//<<else>>//simple.//<</if>> Bend and flow, sway and turn, each movement made easy as your eyes follow him like a moth to a flame. //Fire.// It’s a good comparison. Bright and burning, all encompassing, the flames flickering and dancing on a whim. It’s mesmerizing to watch. You know you’re staring, but try as you might you can’t look away. Even if only for a moment, for a beat, one single song, you can’t help but gaze into the fire. <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>Like always, you never heed the warnings. Never look before you leap. Simply trusting you’ll land safely and unscathed.<<else>>It’s not like you, to be so reckless. Ignoring the flashing red warning signs. But, right now, you can’t help but be swept up in the moment.<</if>> Slowly the song meets its ends, some generic synth beat taking its place. August smoothly moves just a step away, dropping her hand and wandering back over to you. The two of you moving off the dance floor and heading back towards the bar. "I saw you watching. You sure you don’t want that dance?" He says, sidling up next to you<<if $aaro gte 1>>, smile coy and inviting<</if>>. <<if $aaro gte 1>>Part of you wants to say yes, the more sensible part reminds you what you’re here for. //Why// you’re here. Who he is to you. One little reality check is all it takes for the spell to be broken, the fog to dissipate, and for you to come back down to earth.<<else>>You step back, just out of reach, somewhat uncomfortable. You must have really lost it for a second there. To be taken in by him so quickly. //He really is dangerous.//<</if>> "Maybe later." You make yourself speak, noncommittal, casual. <span class="next"><<button "//What are you getting yourself into?//" "chap3pyrecon2">><</button>></span><</if>><<elseif $pyrewith is "amara">><<if $chap3sub is "augustdance" or $chap3sub is "augustdancewatch">><<if settings.notifications>><<notify 3s>>New Profile Avaliable!<</notify>><</if>>Sitting back at the high-backed booth from before, you find Amara already there waiting for you. "Hey $fname!" She says with a wave. "Welcome back, got anything good?" <<if $vipaccess is "known">>"Not too much. I //did// hear something about a VIP section. I think they might be having a meeting in there soon, so that could be an avenue worth pursuing." "Oh yeah? I actually found something out about that too. The VIP part, I mean. Now I’m even more convinced, it //has// to be something right?" "You’re going to have to go into more detail there. What did you find exactly?"<<else>>"Not really, unfortunately. It was a total bust." You say with a frustrated sigh. "That’s okay! I got something that might be useful. Maybe." "Yeah? What did you find?"<</if>> Amara wastes no time pulling out her phone, turning it around to show you a photo of what appears to be a corner in the club. A staircase sits there guarded by a bouncer and gated off with a red rope. "So, the VIP section is //definitely// suspicious. See where the cameras are placed, here and here." She points to the walls beside the stairs. "They seem to be positioned deliberately to create a blind spot around the stairs. Could just be that way for privacy but… yeah. I feel like there’s more goin’ on here. Or, I’m just being paranoid. Could be either really." "No, no, I actually agree. <<if $chap2path is "ppamara" or $festpath is "amara">>Based on what we already know about the place, I think you may actually be underselling it. <</if>>Remember the man I pointed out earlier, by the bar. His presence here alone is enough for me to be suspicious of the place. Don't doubt your instincts." "Yeah, I guess. But if that’s the case, how do you wanna proceed? Actually, how do you know that guy in the first place, if you don’t mind me askin’?<<if $festpath is "amara">> And that lady we were watchin' last night for that matter.<</if>>" Shifting in your seat, you let you gaze fall on the man as he sits at the bar. "I… don’t really. I just—I need to get everything I can on <<if $festpath is "amara">>them. For my own sake. I think the two of them are dangerous. Gang members, maybe. If I don’t figure this out…<<else>>him. For my own sake. I think he's really dangerous. A gang member, maybe. If I don’t figure this out…<</if>>" You trail off, uncertain whether it’s even worth it to finish that sentence. //What could you even tell her? The truth? As if anyone would believe it.// "That sounds pretty serious. What have you gotten yourself into $fname? It isn’t anything related to work is it? You know the boss would help if it was." You shake your head, turning back to Amara. "No, it’s nothing like that. Frankly, I don’t understand it myself. It just sort of happened. I’m sorry I dragged you into this Amara. I probably should have been upfront with all this, huh?" "Not gonna lie, that would’ve been nice, yeah. But, I already agreed to come didn’t I? <<if $chap2path is "ppamara" or $festpath is "amara">>I knew if we came here in person there might be a risk. So, that was my choice, and I’m sticking to it damnit.<<else>>Didn't ditch'ya when you told me we were here for more than clubbin'. So, that was my choice, and I’m sticking to it damnit.<</if>><<if $airel gte 30>> Besides, wouldn’t want anything to happen to my partner in crime now would we?<</if>>" *<<link "“Thank you. I really appreciate all you’ve done.” You reply softly, sincerely." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $airel += 5>><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><</link>> *<<link "“Thanks Amara. I appreciate you being so understanding about all this.” You say, with a relieved smile." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $airel += 5>><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><</link>> *<<link "“Thanks, you’re the best! I owe you one. Seriously. Don’t feel like writing your reports for a week? I got you.” You say with a wide smile." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $airel += 5>><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><</link>> *<<link "“Good. So long as you actually stick to your word.” You respond dismissively." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $airel -= 5>><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><</link>> *<<link "“Thank you. I really—this means a lot to me, that you’d do this. I, yes. Thanks. Again.” You respond, tripping over your own words, suddenly tongue-tied under the full force of her sincerity. $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $airel += 5>><<set $airo += 1>><</link>> <<if $airel gte 30>>*<<link "“Partners in crime, huh? I like the sound of that.” You respond coyly, a grin on your lips. “Guess you’re stuck with me now.” $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $airel += 5>><<set $airo += 1>><</link>><<else>>*<<link "“Guess this makes us partners in crime now, don’t you think?” You respond coyly, a grin on your lips. “Seems you’re stuck with me now.” $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $airel += 5>><<set $airo += 1>><</link>><</if>><<else>><<if $chap3subsub is "aatalk">>"You heard <<if $mgen is "person">>$mhim<<elseif $mgen is "man">>the man<<else>>the lady<</if>>," he says to the bartender, "another drink. On me." "Understood. Anything for you August?" "Not right now." He dismisses without even looking at her. The woman nods, turning away to prepare your order. In the meanwhile, you glance over at your unexpected companion. Should you try to make conversation? Small talk? You resist the urge to wince at that idea. //Okay, maybe don’t talk about the weather with your would-be assassin.// Then... "First time in Club Pyre?" He asks, interrupting your thought spiral. "Yes, actually. How’d you know?" He shrugs. "Oh, you know. Just a hunch. That, and it seems from the way you’ve been looking around like you aren’t too familiar with the place. Makes it pretty obvious." "I see. I guess you must come here a lot then?" "In a manner of speaking. Despite how I look, I don’t spend //all// day clubbing. Only part of it." He says with a mischievous wink. "In all actuality, I work here." "Are you on break now? Bartender?" "Bouncer. But I’m not on the clock for a little while yet." "Really? That’s surprising, you don’t strike me as the type." "Appearances can be deceiving." He replies with a smile, all teeth and sharp edges. "Ah, but enough about me, I’d like to know more about you." "Me? I’m not that interesting. What would you even want to know?" "You know, everyone says that but I find it’s rarely true. Surely you have //something// of interest happening in your life. A lover, a hobby, a talent. Or, your work perhaps?" The way he looks at you now, the teasing grin, fingers casually drumming on the table—you’d have to be a fool not to understand what he’s getting at. He //knows// you. He knows who you are, the work you do. He’s baiting you. A cat toying with a mouse before… //Crunch.// Even so, you don’t think he’s going to do anything to you right now. It’s too public. Too many risks. Unknowns. By all accounts, it just seems like he’s having fun. Playing with you. //Trying to get inside your head.// *<<link "//Two can play at that game.// “Ah, I’m no one special. Not really. I’m sure your job at the //club//,” you say, stressing the word, “is //much// more riveting.”" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aasus">><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "You aren’t playing his game. “Sorry,” you say, pretending to check a message on your phone, “I’d love to stay and chat but I actually have to go now. It was nice talking to you.”" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aaleave">><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><</link>> *<<link "“I just work in an office. Your typical nine to five gig.” You reply, not even technically lying." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aaliar">><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><</link>> *<<link "“I work for an info broker.” You reply, completely deadpan. “It’s not as exciting as it seems on television.”" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aawow">><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><<set $augustres += 2>><</link>> *<<link "“I’m actually a talk therapist. If you ever need anyone to speak with about your… issues,” you say, giving him a concerned once-over, “well, just remember, it’s never too late to seek help, okay?”" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aawow">><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><<set $augustres += 2>><</link>> *<<link "//Screw this.// Looking him in the eye, you slowly stand and walk away without a word. Leaving a wide-eyed August behind." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aanah">><<set $pessimistic to Math.round($pessimistic * 1.05)>><<set $optimistic to 100 - $pessimistic>><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>><<elseif $chap3subsub is "aaflirt">>"You heard <<if $mgen is "person">>$mhim<<elseif $mgen is "man">>the man<<else>>the lady<</if>>," he says to the bartender, "another drink. On me." "Understood. Anything for you August?" "Not right now." He dismisses without even looking at her. The woman nods, turning away to prepare your order. In the meanwhile, you glance over at your unexpected companion. Should you try to make conversation? Small talk? You resist the urge to wince at that idea. //Okay, maybe don’t talk about the weather with your would-be assassin.// Then... "First time in Club Pyre?" He asks, interrupting your thought spiral. "Yes, actually. How’d you know?" He smirks. "I never forget a pretty face. I’m sure I’d have remembered you if you’d come here before." "Oh? I-I see. I guess you must come here a lot then?" "In a manner of speaking. Despite how I look, I don’t spend //all// day clubbing. Only part of it." He says with a mischievous wink. "In all actuality, I work here." "Are you on break now? Bartender?" "Bouncer. But I’m not on the clock for a little while yet." "Really? That’s surprising, you don’t strike me as the type." "Appearances can be deceiving." He replies with a smile, all teeth and sharp edges. "Ah, but enough about me, I’d like to know more about //you.//" "Me? I’m not that interesting. What would you even want to know?" "You know, everyone says that but I find it’s rarely true. Surely you have //something// of interest happening in your life. A lover, a hobby, a talent. Or, your work perhaps?" The way he looks at you now, the teasing grin, fingers casually drumming on the table—you’d have to be a fool not to understand what he’s getting at. He //knows// you. He knows who you are, the work you do. He’s baiting you. A cat toying with a mouse before… //Crunch.// Even so, you don’t think he’s going to do anything to you right now. It’s too public. Too many risks. Unknowns. By all accounts, it just seems like he’s having fun. Playing with you. //Trying to get inside your head.// *<<link "//Two can play at that game.// “Ah, I’m no one special. Not really. I’m sure your job at the //club//,” you say, voice taking on a sultry tone, “is //much// more riveting.” $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aasus">><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "You aren’t playing his game. “Sorry,” you say, pretending to check a message on your phone, “I’d love to stay and chat but I actually have to go now. It was nice talking to you.”" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aaleave">><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><</link>> *<<link "“I just work in an office. Your typical nine to five gig.” You reply, not even technically lying." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aaliar">><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><</link>> *<<link "“I work for an info broker.” You reply, completely deadpan. “It’s not as exciting as it seems on television.”" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aawow">><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><<set $augustres += 2>><</link>> *<<link "“I’m actually a talk therapist. If you ever need anyone to speak with about your… issues,” you say, giving him a concerned once-over, “well, just remember, it’s never too late to seek help, okay?”" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aawow">><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><<set $augustres += 2>><</link>> *<<link "//Screw this.// Looking him in the eye, you slowly stand and walk away without a word. Leaving a wide-eyed August behind." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aanah">><<set $pessimistic to Math.round($pessimistic * 1.05)>><<set $optimistic to 100 - $pessimistic>><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>><<else>>August stares at you, looking surprised for a moment at your refusal, before his charming mask slips back into place. "If you say so. I’ll be here at the bar for a while longer, if you change your mind." You nod. "I’ll remember that. <<if $kindness gte $callous>>Have a good night.<<else>>Bye.<</if>>" And with that, you’re out of your seat and across the room, sinking back into the booth. Hands trembling slightly. Clench and unclench. //Just breath. He didn’t do anything. You’re fine.// Hell, you aren’t even sure he recognized you. What if it’s all in your head? What if you’ve deluded yourself? What if… //Focus. You need to focus.// Try as you might, you can't seem to fully get him off your mind. It's strange, by all accounts, you //should// hate him. And yet…<<set $metaugustagain to 1>><<set $temp to 1>> *<<link "Somehow, someway, you’ve found yourself unwittingly charmed by him. And you are absolutely pissed about it." "chap3pyrecon4">><<set $aarel to 15>><</link>> *<<link "Ignoring the glaring red flags, you find yourself //almost// liking him. He //is// rather charismatic after all." "chap3pyrecon4">><<set $aarel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "No, hate is right. You can’t stand him, he feels so fake. All practiced, manufactured smiles and words. No substance at all." "chap3pyrecon4">><<set $aarel to 5>><</link>> *<<link "Honestly, you can’t decide whether you want to deck him in the face or kiss him. //Maybe try therapy.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon4">><<set $aarel to 35>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "//Why does he have to be so charming?// All suave, perfect smiles that make you lose your train of thought. He’s dangerous all right. //For your heart.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon4">><<set $aarel to 40>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><</if>><</if>><<elseif $pyrewith is "v">><<if $chap3sub is "augustdance" or $chap3sub is "augustdancewatch">><<if settings.notifications>><<notify 3s>>New Profile Avaliable!<</notify>><</if>>Sitting back at the high-backed booth from before, you find $vhim already there waiting for you. "$mmr $lname." $vmr Zhang greets you calmly. "Anything to report?" <<if $vipaccess is "known">>"Not too much. I //did// hear something about a VIP section. I think they might be having a meeting in there soon, so that could be an avenue worth pursuing." $vHe nods at that. "I see. That area of the club garnered my notice as well. If we are to gain anything from tonight, I believe it will be there. But—"<<elseif $bouncerwarning is 1>>"I wouldn't call it 'good', but I //did// have a weird interaction with a bouncer." "Weird how exactly? Should we consider leaving early?" "No, I don't think so. It was..." You trail off, unsure how to explain what just happened. "Not like that. She was just warning me about August. Nothing we didn't already know." "I see." $vmr Zhang says with a thoughtful nod. "That should be fine. I did discover something of note myself, an area of the club that stand apart from the others. The VIP section. If we are to gain anything from tonight, I believe it will be there. But—"<<else>>"Not really, unfortunately. It was a total bust." You say with a frustrated sigh. "I see." $vmr Zhang says with a thoughtful nod. "That's all right. I did discover something of note myself, an area of the club that stand apart from the others. The VIP section. If we are to gain anything from tonight, I believe it will be there. But—"<</if>> "We’ll need to proceed with caution. I know, don’t worry boss. We’ve got this." $vmr Zhang just sighs at your interruption. "Moving on then. I was going to suggest we move to a booth or table closer to the VIP section. Over there, in the back left corner." $vHe says, turning $vhis head towards it. Perching up in your seat, you spot the area in question. It’s more secluded than the rest, with a handful of booths set against the wall, some feet away from the dance floor. In the very back, you see a staircase, a man—most likely a bouncer based on what you can tell—standing guard at the bottom. "I see you’ve gone for the subtle approach." $vHe says as you settle back down. //Whoops.// "I would prefer to end the night without getting into any real danger, you know. As… //fun// as all this has been." $vmr Zhang huffs, but wears a faint smile regardless. *<<link "“Right, of course. Thank you for coming with me.” You reply softly, sincerely." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $vrel += 5>><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><</link>> *<<link "“It certainly has been. Thank you, I really appreciate you agreeing to this.” You say, with a kind smile." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $vrel += 5>><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><</link>> *<<link "“Oh for sure, who doesn’t love a good undercover op? Or, well, whatever you’d call what we’ve gotten up to tonight.” You say with a wide smile." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $vrel += 5>><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><</link>> *<<link "“It’ll be ‘fun’ once we actually find something worthwhile.” You respond dismissively." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $vrel -= 5>><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><</link>> *<<link "“Aw, I knew for all your blustering you’ve been secretly enjoying our little mission tonight, $vnick.” You respond coyly, a grin on your lips. “I know I have.” $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $vrel += 5>><<set $vro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“Ah, yes. Thank you. I really—this means a lot to me, that you would do this. Thanks. Again.” You respond, tripping over your own words, suddenly tongue-tied at $vmr Zhang’s soft smile. $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $vrel += 5>><<set $vro += 1>><</link>><<else>><<if $chap3subsub is "aatalk">>"You heard <<if $mgen is "person">>$mhim<<elseif $mgen is "man">>the man<<else>>the lady<</if>>," he says to the bartender, "another drink. On me." "Understood. Anything for you August?" "Not right now." He dismisses without even looking at her. The woman nods, turning away to prepare your order. In the meanwhile, you glance over at your unexpected companion. Should you try to make conversation? Small talk? You resist the urge to wince at that idea. //Okay, maybe don’t talk about the weather with your would-be assassin.// Then... "First time in Club Pyre?" He asks, interrupting your thought spiral. "Yes, actually. How’d you know?" He shrugs. "Oh, you know. Just a hunch. That, and it seems from the way you’ve been looking around like you aren’t too familiar with the place. Makes it pretty obvious." "I see. I guess you must come here a lot then?" "In a manner of speaking. Despite how I look, I don’t spend //all// day clubbing. Only part of it." He says with a mischievous wink. "In all actuality, I work here." "Are you on break now? Bartender?" "Bouncer. But I’m not on the clock for a little while yet." "Really? That’s surprising, you don’t strike me as the type." "Appearances can be deceiving." He replies with a smile, all teeth and sharp edges. "Ah, but enough about me, I’d like to know more about you." "Me? I’m not that interesting. What would you even want to know?" "You know, everyone says that but I find it’s rarely true. Surely you have //something// of interest happening in your life. A lover, a hobby, a talent. Or, your work perhaps?" The way he looks at you now, the teasing grin, fingers casually drumming on the table—you’d have to be a fool not to understand what he’s getting at. He //knows// you. He knows who you are, the work you do. He’s baiting you. A cat toying with a mouse before… //Crunch.// Even so, you don’t think he’s going to do anything to you right now. It’s too public. Too many risks. Unknowns. By all accounts, it just seems like he’s having fun. Playing with you. //Trying to get inside your head.// *<<link "//Two can play at that game.// “Ah, I’m no one special. Not really. I’m sure your job at the //club//,” you say, stressing the word, “is //much// more riveting.”" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aasus">><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "You aren’t playing his game. “Sorry,” you say, pretending to check a message on your phone, “I’d love to stay and chat but I actually have to go now. It was nice talking to you.”" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aaleave">><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><</link>> *<<link "“I just work in an office. Your typical nine to five gig.” You reply, not even technically lying." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aaliar">><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><</link>> *<<link "“I work for an info broker.” You reply, completely deadpan. “It’s not as exciting as it seems on television.”" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aawow">><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><<set $augustres += 2>><</link>> *<<link "“I’m actually a talk therapist. If you ever need anyone to speak with about your… issues,” you say, giving him a concerned once-over, “well, just remember, it’s never too late to seek help, okay?”" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aawow">><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><<set $augustres += 2>><</link>> *<<link "//Screw this.// Looking him in the eye, you slowly stand and walk away without a word. Leaving a wide-eyed August behind." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aanah">><<set $pessimistic to Math.round($pessimistic * 1.05)>><<set $optimistic to 100 - $pessimistic>><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>><<elseif $chap3subsub is "aaflirt">>"You heard <<if $mgen is "person">>$mhim<<elseif $mgen is "man">>the man<<else>>the lady<</if>>," he says to the bartender, "another drink. On me." "Understood. Anything for you August?" "Not right now." He dismisses without even looking at her. The woman nods, turning away to prepare your order. In the meanwhile, you glance over at your unexpected companion. Should you try to make conversation? Small talk? You resist the urge to wince at that idea. //Okay, maybe don’t talk about the weather with your would-be assassin.// Then... "First time in Club Pyre?" He asks, interrupting your thought spiral. "Yes, actually. How’d you know?" He smirks. "I never forget a pretty face. I’m sure I’d have remembered you if you’d come here before." "Oh? I-I see. I guess you must come here a lot then?" "In a manner of speaking. Despite how I look, I don’t spend //all// day clubbing. Only part of it." He says with a mischievous wink. "In all actuality, I work here." "Are you on break now? Bartender?" "Bouncer. But I’m not on the clock for a little while yet." "Really? That’s surprising, you don’t strike me as the type." "Appearances can be deceiving." He replies with a smile, all teeth and sharp edges. "Ah, but enough about me, I’d like to know more about //you.//" "Me? I’m not that interesting. What would you even want to know?" "You know, everyone says that but I find it’s rarely true. Surely you have //something// of interest happening in your life. A lover, a hobby, a talent. Or, your work perhaps?" The way he looks at you now, the teasing grin, fingers casually drumming on the table—you’d have to be a fool not to understand what he’s getting at. He //knows// you. He knows who you are, the work you do. He’s baiting you. A cat toying with a mouse before… //Crunch.// Even so, you don’t think he’s going to do anything to you right now. It’s too public. Too many risks. Unknowns. By all accounts, it just seems like he’s having fun. Playing with you. //Trying to get inside your head.// *<<link "//Two can play at that game.// “Ah, I’m no one special. Not really. I’m sure your job at the //club//,” you say, voice taking on a sultry tone, “is //much// more riveting.” $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aasus">><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "You aren’t playing his game. “Sorry,” you say, pretending to check a message on your phone, “I’d love to stay and chat but I actually have to go now. It was nice talking to you.”" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aaleave">><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><</link>> *<<link "“I just work in an office. Your typical nine to five gig.” You reply, not even technically lying." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aaliar">><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><</link>> *<<link "“I work for an info broker.” You reply, completely deadpan. “It’s not as exciting as it seems on television.”" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aawow">><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><<set $augustres += 2>><</link>> *<<link "“I’m actually a talk therapist. If you ever need anyone to speak with about your… issues,” you say, giving him a concerned once-over, “well, just remember, it’s never too late to seek help, okay?”" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aawow">><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><<set $augustres += 2>><</link>> *<<link "//Screw this.// Looking him in the eye, you slowly stand and walk away without a word. Leaving a wide-eyed August behind." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "aanah">><<set $pessimistic to Math.round($pessimistic * 1.05)>><<set $optimistic to 100 - $pessimistic>><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>><<else>>August stares at you, looking surprised for a moment at your refusal, before his charming mask slips back into place. "If you say so. I’ll be here at the bar for a while longer, if you change your mind." You nod. "I’ll remember that. <<if $kindness gte $callous>>Have a good night.<<else>>Bye.<</if>>" And with that, you’re out of your seat and across the room, sinking back into the booth. Hands trembling slightly. Clench and unclench. //Just breath. He didn’t do anything. You’re fine.// Hell, you aren’t even sure he recognized you. What if it’s all in your head? What if you’ve deluded yourself? What if… //Focus. You need to focus.// Try as you might, you can't seem to fully get him off your mind. It's strange, by all accounts, you //should// hate him. And yet…<<set $metaugustagain to 1>><<set $temp to 1>> *<<link "Somehow, someway, you’ve found yourself unwittingly charmed by him. And you are absolutely pissed about it." "chap3pyrecon4">><<set $aarel to 15>><</link>> *<<link "Ignoring the glaring red flags, you find yourself //almost// liking him. He //is// rather charismatic after all." "chap3pyrecon4">><<set $aarel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "No, hate is right. You can’t stand him, he feels so fake. All practiced, manufactured smiles and words. No substance at all." "chap3pyrecon4">><<set $aarel to 5>><</link>> *<<link "Honestly, you can’t decide whether you want to deck him in the face or kiss him. //Maybe try therapy.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon4">><<set $aarel to 35>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "//Why does he have to be so charming?// All suave, perfect smiles that make you lose your train of thought. He’s dangerous all right. //For your heart.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon4">><<set $aarel to 40>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><</if>><</if>><<else>><<if $chap3sub is "afterdance">>As the two of you settle back in, you <<if $expressive gt $stoic>>interject here and there but <</if>>mostly keep to yourself, letting August do the heavy lifting, as you wait for an opportunity to take things where you want them to go. To pry deeper for answers. It doesn’t take long, just a few short minutes for him to taper off, sipping at his drink. "So, I was wondering, are you here a lot? It’s just, you seem to know the place pretty well.<<if $callous gte $kindness>> And the bartender."<<else>>" //And the bartender.//<</if>> He chuckles. "Oh, you could say that. In all actuality, I work here. But I swing by on my off time occasionally as well." "Bartender?" You guess, eyes pretending to scrutinize. "Bouncer. I actually have a short shift later tonight. But I’m not on the clock for a little while yet." "Really? That’s surprising, you don’t strike me as the type." "Appearances can be deceiving." He replies with a smile, all teeth and sharp edges. "Ah, but enough about that, I was thinking we should—" August cuts himself off, pulling out his phone with an annoyed huff, his eyes scanning the screen before he slides it back into his pocket. "Something wrong?" "No, no. Just a reminder for a work meeting I have later. But that’s not for a while yet. I still have time to stay and chat. I’d hate to end things here, wouldn’t you sunshine?" "Sure." You respond, purposely vague. //Allow him to interpret it however he wants. See what he wants to see.// "Wonderful. In that case, anything you’ve been dying to ask? From that look on your face it seems you've had one on the tip of your tongue for a while now. Well? I promise to answer honestly." Based on what you’ve seen of August so far, you somehow doubt he’ll be particularly forthcoming with any answers, promises aside. Or, at least, none that truly matter. Even so, maybe if you play your cards right, you can get something out of him after all. *<<link "Ask him about the club itself. If there’s any place of interest, scoping it out could prove useful." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "club">><</link>> *<<link "Ask more about August himself. About his work here. See if you can get any names, new angles to take your search." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "august">><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> *<<link "Ask more about August himself. Because, sure, he’s a murderer, but he’s also hot so… $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $chap3subsub to "augustro">><<set $augustres += 1>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><<elseif $chap3sub is "augustdanceb">>His smile shifts, a catlike quality to it. //Someone who’s got exactly what he wants.// "Then, shall we?" He says, offering a hand to you. You place your own in his, allowing him to tug you in closer. And then, there you are. The heat of the lights bearing down on you. Neon bright and sharp spots in the dim ambiance of the room. Music played so loud you feel its thrum vibrating under your skin even as far out as you are. The press of bodies as they move and sway around you. Him pulling you in, urging you to join them. "Follow my lead, won’t you sunshine?" He says, <<if $aaro gte 1>>leaned in so close, you feel his breath hot in your ear. Unable to suppress the resulting shiver, you nod numbly in response, mouth suddenly gone dry.<<else>>leaning in close to be heard over the noise. You nod for lack of anything else to do, not entirely sure what you’ve gotten yourself into.<</if>> One hand settles firmly into yours, the other slips around your waist with a practiced ease. //He’s done this before.// You think, but your mind goes blank before you can expand on it, August pulling you seamlessly into his motion. You’ve never danced before. Not really. //Not like this.// Like the tides under the pull of the moon, helplessly, effortlessly moved. <<if $aaro gte 1>>Entranced. Stuck in his gravity, hardly a hair’s breadth between you.<<else>>Unwillingly entranced. Stuck in his gravity, almost too close for comfort.<</if>> It should feel out of place here, in a club, somewhere dancing amounts more to drunken stumbling and grinding than anything else. But August makes it seem so <<if $aaro gte 1>>//right.//<<else>>//simple.//<</if>> Bend and flow, sway and turn, each movement made easy as you follow him like a moth to a flame. //Fire.// It’s a good comparison. Bright and burning, all encompassing, the flames flickering and dancing on a whim. It’s mesmerizing to watch, much less to be pulled against. Made to move with the fire, one misstep and you’ll burn. Ashes abound, yet knowing the risks you can’t help but lose yourself in it. Even if only for a moment, for one beat, one single song, you can’t help but play with fire. <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>Like always, you never heed the warnings. Never look before you leap. Simply trusting you’ll land safely and unscathed.<<else>>It’s not like you, to be so reckless. Ignoring the flashing red warning signs. But, right now, you can’t help but be swept up in the moment.<</if>> Slowly the song meets its ends, some generic synth beat taking its place. August smoothly moves just a step away, hand still held in his as he maneuvers the two of you off the dance floor and back towards the bar. "See? Wasn’t that so much better? You just needed to let loose, less thinking more doing. And I’d say you did exceptional well. Though, if you wanted some more... //practice,// I certainly wouldn’t say no." He says, sliding one arm lazily to rest on the small of your back. <<if $aaro gte 1>>Part of you wants to say yes, the more sensible part reminds you what you’re here for. //Why// you’re here. Who he is to you. One little reality check is all it takes for the spell to be broken, the fog to dissipate, and for you to come back down to earth.<<else>>You step back, just out of reach, somewhat uncomfortable with his blatant flirting. You must have really lost it for a second there. To be taken in by him so quickly. //He really is dangerous.//<</if>> "Maybe later." You make yourself speak, noncommittal, casual. <span class="next"><<button "//What are you getting yourself into?//" "chap3pyrecon2">><</button>></span><<elseif $chap3sub is "augustdancewatch">>His smile shifts, <<if $aaro gte 1>>tugging down just a touch before he forces it back into place.<<else>>looking briefly displeased. Before his expression clears, benign smile back in place.<</if>> "Suit yourself." He says, with a shrug, then, turning and beckoning a nearby woman over. "Well, at least you can watch." And then, there you are, standing still on the dance floor. The heat of the lights bearing down on you. Neon bright and sharp spots in the dim ambiance of the room. Music played so loud you feel its thrum vibrating under your skin even as far out as you are. The press of bodies as they move and sway around you. Him pulling the woman in close. "Follow my lead, won’t you darling?" He says to his partner, leaned in so close he must be speaking directly into her ear. Only just loud enough for you to still catch. //Is he doing that intentionally?// Based on the look he sends you over her shoulder it sure looks like it. <<if $aaro gte 1>>//As if he’d rather be with you instead.//<<else>>//Is he trying to make you jealous?// You roll your eyes, unimpressed.<</if>> //You are here to dance, aren’t you?// Well, not really, but you might as well. Don’t think you’ll get anything from August like this. <<if $expressive gte $stoic>>//When in Rome...// You allow yourself to sway to the beat, lose yourself to it. Move with the rhythm, just let loose. Have fun.<<else>>You allow yourself to sway to the beat, just a tiny thing. Tap your foot to the rhythm. Have fun.<</if>> Distracted as you are, you almost forget who it is you’re standing by, until your eyes catch on the pair beside you. You’ve never seen anyone dance like they do. Like //him.// Not really anyway. Like the tides under the pull of the moon, the woman seems so helplessly, effortlessly moved. It should feel out of place here, in a club, somewhere dancing amounts more to drunken stumbling and grinding than anything else—or, the little side to side motion you’ve fallen into. But August makes it seem so <<if $aaro gte 1>>//right.//<<else>>//simple.//<</if>> Bend and flow, sway and turn, each movement made easy as your eyes follow him like a moth to a flame. //Fire.// It’s a good comparison. Bright and burning, all encompassing, the flames flickering and dancing on a whim. It’s mesmerizing to watch. You know you’re staring, but try as you might you can’t look away. Even if only for a moment, for a beat, one single song, you can’t help but gaze into the fire. <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>Like always, you never heed the warnings. Never look before you leap. Simply trusting you’ll land safely and unscathed.<<else>>It’s not like you, to be so reckless. Ignoring the flashing red warning signs. But, right now, you can’t help but be swept up in the moment.<</if>> Slowly the song meets its ends, some generic synth beat taking its place. August smoothly moves just a step away, dropping her hand and wandering back over to you. The two of you moving off the dance floor and heading back towards the bar. "I saw you watching. You sure you don’t want that dance?" He says, sidling up next to you<<if $aaro gte 1>>, smile coy and inviting<</if>>. <<if $aaro gte 1>>Part of you wants to say yes, the more sensible part reminds you what you’re here for. //Why// you’re here. Who he is to you. One little reality check is all it takes for the spell to be broken, the fog to dissipate, and for you to come back down to earth.<<else>>You step back, just out of reach, somewhat uncomfortable. You must have really lost it for a second there. To be taken in by him so quickly. //He really is dangerous.//<</if>> "Maybe later." You make yourself speak, noncommittal, casual. <span class="next"><<button "//What are you getting yourself into?//" "chap3pyrecon2">><</button>></span><</if>><</if>>

<<if $pyrewith is "sadie">>It doesn’t take long for you to spot the stairs, off in the back left corner, partitioned off with a red rope gate. A lone bouncer standing sentinel. An annoying obstacle, but you can get past him. One person, really, isn’t much of a challenge. *<<link "The simplest approach would be to slip through when he isn’t looking, or is otherwise distracted by something. Shouldn’t be difficult to create some commotion in a place like this." "chap3pyrebug1">><<set $chap3sub to "stealthvip">><<set $stealth += 5>><</link>> *<<link "He seems to be checking his watch a lot. Shift change soon? Maybe you can just wait this out. A few minutes shouldn’t lose you much." "chap3pyrebug1">><<set $chap3sub to "perceptionvip">><<set $perception += 5>><</link>> *<<link "Just walk up, and act like you’re supposed to be there. Tell him you’re apart of the meeting. You know who’s there, you can bluff your way in." "chap3pyrebug1">><<set $chap3sub to "persuadevip">><<set $persuasion += 5>><</link>> *<<link "Pretend to be someone important. Someone who can’t afford to wait, confident, and bully your way past the bouncer. //That old shtick, works every time.//" "chap3pyrebug1">><<set $chap3sub to "intimidatevip">><<set $intimidation +=5>><</link>><<elseif $pyrewith is "amarafest" or $pyrewith is "amara">><<if $chap3sub is "stealthvip">>Scanning the crowd, it doesn’t take long to find your opportunity. A couple, seated at a table nearby, the air around them already tense. One little thing, and it’ll all boil over. They just need a good push. Deliberately, casually, you walk over to them, passing by their table and subtly bumping into the glass held loosely in the man’s hand. Drunk as he is, he doesn’t manage to stop it in time. And it spills. //Drenching// the front of his date’s shirt. "Shit. Sorry babe, let me—" She doesn’t let him finish. Bolting up from her seat, hands fisted at her side. She looks at him, takes one deep breath, and then slaps him. Hard. Rings glittering on her fingers. <<if $kindness gte $callous>>//Ouch.// You wince, feeling a bit guilty. //That’s gotta hurt.//<<else>>//Well, sucks for him.// You think with a barely suppressed laugh.<</if>> The bouncer is swift to move over to the pair—away from his post—keen to break up the fight before it escalates as they start to shout at each other. The woman looking close to snapping completely. It’s unfortunate then, that you won’t get to see how the fight ends. <<if $stealth lt 30>><<set $blackrosesus += 5>>Moving quickly, you motion for Amara to follow and slip under the rope, heading upstairs before anyone sees you. Well, at least, you //hope// no one saw you.<<else>>Moving quickly, you motion for Amara to follow and slip under the rope, heading upstairs before anyone sees you. //Easy as that.//<</if>><<elseif $chap3sub is "perceptionvip">>Hunkering down in a booth closer to the stairs, you watch the bouncer out of the corner of your eye. Careful not to make your staring too obvious. He seems impatient, arms crossed, tapping his fingers against his arm. He glances from the silver watch on his wrist to the crowd, looking for someone. Waiting. You recline into the high-backed black velvet of the booth, and slip your phone out of your pocket, briefly checking the time—only a few minutes til the hour—//shouldn’t be long now.// Despite knowing it would happen, you still startle minutely when it happens, the bouncer, having noticed someone approaching from across the room, begins to walk away. Straightening up, you prepare to run over and motion for Amara to do the same. //Here’s your chance.// It’s a slim window, his replacement is already on the way. <<if $perception lt 30>><<set $blackrosesus += 5>>You can only hope the crowd between you covers your movement.<<else>>But the crowd separating you should mask your movements.<</if>> Rushing to the stairs, you and Amara slip under the rope, and head up before anyone sees you. No shouts or steps follow. //Easy as that.//<<elseif $chap3sub is "persuadevip">>Walking up to the bouncer, you give him a small smile and wave. "Excuse me? We have a meeting upstairs soon, if you could just let us through…" The man gives you both a once over—more focus on you as the one taking charge of the situation—taking in your state of dress, your body language, staring hard into your eyes. //Trying to catch you in a lie.// A convincing act is not simply found in words, its how you hold yourself, how you walk, the expression you wear. Any trace of a lie is made obvious to those who know what to look for if your act isn’t up to snuff. <<if $persuasion lt 30>><<set $blackrosesus += 5>>You may not be the best when it comes to this—deception, acting—but you aren’t hopeless either. Lying is an essential part of your job after all. You should be able to pull this off.<<else>>You’ve always been good at it. Deceiving, lying, acting. It’s an essential part of your job, after all. Social engineering. Gain their trust, then use it to get what you need. You doubt this will be much different.<</if>> Eventually, he nods. "Alright. Just give me a sec, gotta check the list first. Your names?" <<if $knowaugust is 1>>You cross your arms, eyes darting around. Impatient. //Nervous.// "Is that really necessary? We can’t afford to be late, we're meeting with August." You shudder, sudden and realer than intended. "I’d //really// like to avoid upsetting him."<<else>>You cross your arms, eyes darting around. Impatient. Nervous. "Is that really necessary? We can’t afford to be late, given //who// we’re meeting with." You shudder, sudden and realer than intended as your thoughts drift to a certain person. "I’d //really// like to avoid upsetting him."<</if>> His brows furrow, a flash of sympathy crossing his features before returning to a blank, stony mask of indifference. "You’re apart of //that// meeting? Shit. I’m not supposed to, but, knowing him… alright. Yeah, I wouldn’t want you to get in any trouble. You can go ahead. Just don’t tell anyone ‘bout this." "Thank you so much." You say with a smile, stepping past the red rope gate he’s holding open for you and Amara and heading up the stairs. //Easy as that.//<<else>>Walking up to the bouncer, you don’t waste a second, already giving him a haughty, impatient stare. "We have a meeting. If you could get out of our way, that’d be great." The man’s eyes twitch, as if resisting the urge to roll them. He gives you both a once over—more focus on you as the one ordering him around—taking in your state of dress, your body language, staring hard into your eyes. //Trying to catch you in a lie.// You keep your face a stone wall, the picture of impudence. Confidence. You know who you are, and where you’re supposed to be, just believe it enough and he will too. <<if $intimidation lt 30>><<set $blackrosesus += 5>>You may not be the best when it comes to this—acting, intimidation—but you aren’t hopeless either. Just maintain the lie, the role you’re playing, and you should be able to pull this off.<<else>>You’ve always been good at it. Acting, intimidation. It’s a useful part of your job, after all. Threaten, apply enough pressure, and they always crack. You doubt this will be much different.<</if>> Eventually, he nods. "Alright. Just give me a sec, gotta check the list first. Your names?" You cross your arms, eyes narrowing. Annoyed. //Angry.// "Don’t you know who I am? Who //we// are? What business are you people running? You’ve got to be kidding me. I //refuse// to be late because of //your// incompetence." His brows furrow, a flash of anxiety crossing his features before returning to a blank, stony mask of indifference. "I apologize, I didn’t mean to make you late. Please, go right ahead." "Took you long enough." You say with a huff, stepping past the red rope gate he’s holding open for you and Amara and heading up the stairs. //Easy as that.//<</if>> <span class="next"><<button "Let's see what you can find." "chap3pyrebug1">><</button>></span><<elseif $pyrewith is "vreyes">><<if $chap3sub is "stealthvip">>Scanning the crowd, it doesn’t take long to find your opportunity. A couple, seated at a table nearby, the air around them already tense. One little thing, and it’ll all boil over. They just need a good push. Deliberately, casually, you walk over to them, passing by their table and subtly bumping into the glass held loosely in the man’s hand. Drunk as he is, he doesn’t manage to stop it in time. And it spills. //Drenching// the front of his date’s shirt. "Shit. Sorry babe, let me—" She doesn’t let him finish. Bolting up from her seat, hands fisted at her side. She looks at him, takes one deep breath, and then slaps him. Hard. Rings glittering on her fingers. <<if $kindness gte $callous>>//Ouch.// You wince, feeling a bit guilty. //That’s gotta hurt.//<<else>>//Well, sucks for him.// You think with a barely suppressed laugh.<</if>> The bouncer is swift to move over to the pair—away from his post—keen to break up the fight before it escalates as they start to shout at each other. The woman looking close to snapping completely. It’s unfortunate then, that you won’t get to see how the fight ends. <<if $stealth lt 30>><<set $blackrosesus += 5>>Moving quickly, you motion for $vmr Zhang and Reyes to follow and slip under the rope, heading upstairs before anyone sees you. Well, at least, you //hope// no one saw you.<<else>>Moving quickly, you motion for $vmr Zhang and Reyes to follow and slip under the rope, heading upstairs before anyone sees you. //Easy as that.//<</if>><<elseif $chap3sub is "perceptionvip">>Hunkering down in a booth closer to the stairs, you watch the bouncer out of the corner of your eye. Careful not to make your staring too obvious. He seems impatient, arms crossed, tapping his fingers against his arm. He glances from the silver watch on his wrist to the crowd, looking for someone. Waiting. You recline into the high-backed black velvet of the booth, and slip your phone out of your pocket, briefly checking the time—only a few minutes til the hour—//shouldn’t be long now.// Despite knowing it would happen, you still startle minutely when it happens, the bouncer, having noticed someone approaching from across the room, begins to walk away. Straightening up, you prepare to run over and motion for $vmr Zhang and Reyes to do the same. //Here’s your chance.// It’s a slim window, his replacement is already on the way. <<if $perception lt 30>><<set $blackrosesus += 5>>You can only hope the crowd between you covers your movement.<<else>>But the crowd separating you should mask your movements.<</if>> Rushing to the stairs, all three of you manage to slip under the rope, and head up before anyone sees you. No shouts or steps follow. //Easy as that.//<<elseif $chap3sub is "persuadevip">>Walking up to the bouncer, you give him a small smile and wave. "Excuse me? We have a meeting upstairs soon, if you could just let us through…" The man gives you all a once over—more focus on you as the one taking charge of the situation—taking in your state of dress, your body language, staring hard into your eyes. //Trying to catch you in a lie.// A convincing act is not simply found in words, its how you hold yourself, how you walk, the expression you wear. Any trace of a lie is made obvious to those who know what to look for if your act isn’t up to snuff. <<if $persuasion lt 30>><<set $blackrosesus += 5>>You may not be the best when it comes to this—deception, acting—but you aren’t hopeless either. Lying is an essential part of your job after all. You should be able to pull this off.<<else>>You’ve always been good at it. Deceiving, lying, acting. It’s an essential part of your job, after all. Social engineering. Gain their trust, then use it to get what you need. You doubt this will be much different.<</if>> Eventually, he nods. "Alright. Just give me a sec, gotta check the list first. Your names?" <<if $knowaugust is 1>>You cross your arms, eyes darting around. Impatient. //Nervous.// "Is that really necessary? We can’t afford to be late, we're meeting with August." You shudder, sudden and realer than intended. "I’d //really// like to avoid upsetting him."<<else>>You cross your arms, eyes darting around. Impatient. Nervous. "Is that really necessary? We can’t afford to be late, given //who// we’re meeting with." You shudder, sudden and realer than intended as your thoughts drift to a certain person. "I’d //really// like to avoid upsetting him."<</if>> His brows furrow, a flash of sympathy crossing his features before returning to a blank, stony mask of indifference. "You’re apart of //that// meeting? Shit. I’m not supposed to, but, knowing him… alright. Yeah, I wouldn’t want you to get in any trouble. You can go ahead. Just don’t tell anyone ‘bout this." "Thank you so much." You say with a smile, stepping past the red rope gate he’s holding open for you, $vmr Zhang, and Reyes and heading up the stairs. //Easy as that.//<<else>>Walking up to the bouncer, you don’t waste a second, already giving him a haughty, impatient stare. "We have a meeting. If you could get out of our way, that’d be great." The man’s eyes twitch, as if resisting the urge to roll them. He gives you both a once over—more focus on you as the one ordering him around—taking in your state of dress, your body language, staring hard into your eyes. //Trying to catch you in a lie.// You keep your face a stone wall, the picture of impudence. Confidence. You know who you are, and where you’re supposed to be, just believe it enough and he will too. <<if $intimidation lt 30>><<set $blackrosesus += 5>>You may not be the best when it comes to this—acting, intimidation—but you aren’t hopeless either. Just maintain the lie, the role you’re playing, and you should be able to pull this off.<<else>>You’ve always been good at it. Acting, intimidation. It’s a useful part of your job, after all. Threaten, apply enough pressure, and they always crack. You doubt this will be much different.<</if>> Eventually, he nods. "Alright. Just give me a sec, gotta check the list first. Your names?" You cross your arms, eyes narrowing. Annoyed. //Angry.// "Don’t you know who I am? Who //we// are? What business are you people running? You’ve got to be kidding me. I //refuse// to be late because of //your// incompetence." His brows furrow, a flash of anxiety crossing his features before returning to a blank, stony mask of indifference. "I apologize, I didn’t mean to make you late. Please, go right ahead." "Took you long enough." You say with a huff, stepping past the red rope gate he’s holding open for you, $vmr Zhang, and Reyes and heading up the stairs. //Easy as that.//<</if>> <span class="next"><<button "Let's see what you can find." "chap3pyrebug1">><</button>></span><<elseif $pyrewith is "solo">>And it’s not like you even have to do much of anything to get in. Get past a lone bouncer standing sentinel? A flimsy red rope? It’ll be an annoyance, at best. One person, really, isn’t much of a challenge. *<<link "The simplest approach would be to slip through when he isn’t looking, or is otherwise distracted by something. Shouldn’t be difficult to create some commotion in a place like this." "chap3pyrebug1">><<set $chap3sub to "stealthvip">><<set $stealth += 5>><</link>> *<<link "He seems to be checking his watch a lot. Shift change soon? Maybe you can just wait this out. A few minutes shouldn’t lose you much." "chap3pyrebug1">><<set $chap3sub to "perceptionvip">><<set $perception += 5>><</link>> *<<link "Just walk up, and act like you’re supposed to be there. Tell him you’re apart of the meeting. You know who’s there, you can bluff your way in." "chap3pyrebug1">><<set $chap3sub to "persuadevip">><<set $persuasion += 5>><</link>> *<<link "Pretend to be someone important. Someone who can’t afford to wait, confident, and bully your way past the bouncer. //That old shtick, works every time.//" "chap3pyrebug1">><<set $chap3sub to "intimidatevip">><<set $intimidation +=5>><</link>><<elseif $pyrewith is "v">><<if $chap3sub is "stealthvip">>Scanning the crowd, it doesn’t take long to find your opportunity. A couple, seated at a table nearby, the air around them already tense. One little thing, and it’ll all boil over. They just need a good push. Deliberately, casually, you walk over to them, passing by their table and subtly bumping into the glass held loosely in the man’s hand. Drunk as he is, he doesn’t manage to stop it in time. And it spills. //Drenching// the front of his date’s shirt. "Shit. Sorry babe, let me—" She doesn’t let him finish. Bolting up from her seat, hands fisted at her side. She looks at him, takes one deep breath, and then slaps him. Hard. Rings glittering on her fingers. <<if $kindness gte $callous>>//Ouch.// You wince, feeling a bit guilty. //That’s gotta hurt.//<<else>>//Well, sucks for him.// You think with a barely suppressed laugh.<</if>> The bouncer is swift to move over to the pair—away from his post—keen to break up the fight before it escalates as they start to shout at each other. The woman looking close to snapping completely. It’s unfortunate then, that you won’t get to see how the fight ends. <<if $stealth lt 30>><<set $blackrosesus += 5>>Moving quickly, you motion for $vnick to follow and slip under the rope, heading upstairs before anyone sees you. Well, at least, you //hope// no one saw you.<<else>>Moving quickly, you motion for $vnick to follow and slip under the rope, heading upstairs before anyone sees you. //Easy as that.//<</if>><<elseif $chap3sub is "perceptionvip">>Hunkering down in a booth closer to the stairs, you watch the bouncer out of the corner of your eye. Careful not to make your staring too obvious. He seems impatient, arms crossed, tapping his fingers against his arm. He glances from the silver watch on his wrist to the crowd, looking for someone. Waiting. You recline into the high-backed black velvet of the booth, and slip your phone out of your pocket, briefly checking the time—only a few minutes til the hour—//shouldn’t be long now.// Despite knowing it would happen, you still startle minutely when it happens, the bouncer, having noticed someone approaching from across the room, begins to walk away. Straightening up, you prepare to run over and motion for $vnick to do the same. //Here’s your chance.// It’s a slim window, his replacement is already on the way. <<if $perception lt 30>><<set $blackrosesus += 5>>You can only hope the crowd between you covers your movement.<<else>>But the crowd separating you should mask your movements.<</if>> Rushing to the stairs, you and $vnick slip under the rope, and head up before anyone sees you. No shouts or steps follow. //Easy as that.//<<elseif $chap3sub is "persuadevip">>Walking up to the bouncer, you give him a small smile and wave. "Excuse me? We have a meeting upstairs soon, if you could just let us through…" The man gives you both a once over—more focus on you as the one taking charge of the situation—taking in your state of dress, your body language, staring hard into your eyes. //Trying to catch you in a lie.// A convincing act is not simply found in words, its how you hold yourself, how you walk, the expression you wear. Any trace of a lie is made obvious to those who know what to look for if your act isn’t up to snuff. <<if $persuasion lt 30>><<set $blackrosesus += 5>>You may not be the best when it comes to this—deception, acting—but you aren’t hopeless either. Lying is an essential part of your job after all. You should be able to pull this off.<<else>>You’ve always been good at it. Deceiving, lying, acting. It’s an essential part of your job, after all. Social engineering. Gain their trust, then use it to get what you need. You doubt this will be much different.<</if>> Eventually, he nods. "Alright. Just give me a sec, gotta check the list first. Your names?" <<if $knowaugust is 1>>You cross your arms, eyes darting around. Impatient. //Nervous.// "Is that really necessary? We can’t afford to be late, we're meeting with August." You shudder, sudden and realer than intended. "I’d //really// like to avoid upsetting him."<<else>>You cross your arms, eyes darting around. Impatient. Nervous. "Is that really necessary? We can’t afford to be late, given //who// we’re meeting with." You shudder, sudden and realer than intended as your thoughts drift to a certain person. "I’d //really// like to avoid upsetting him."<</if>> His brows furrow, a flash of sympathy crossing his features before returning to a blank, stony mask of indifference. "You’re apart of //that// meeting? Shit. I’m not supposed to, but, knowing him… alright. Yeah, I wouldn’t want you to get in any trouble. You can go ahead. Just don’t tell anyone ‘bout this." "Thank you so much." You say with a smile, stepping past the red rope gate he’s holding open for you and $vnick and heading up the stairs. //Easy as that.//<<else>>Walking up to the bouncer, you don’t waste a second, already giving him a haughty, impatient stare. "We have a meeting. If you could get out of our way, that’d be great." The man’s eyes twitch, as if resisting the urge to roll them. He gives you both a once over—more focus on you as the one ordering him around—taking in your state of dress, your body language, staring hard into your eyes. //Trying to catch you in a lie.// You keep your face a stone wall, the picture of impudence. Confidence. You know who you are, and where you’re supposed to be, just believe it enough and he will too. <<if $intimidation lt 30>><<set $blackrosesus += 5>>You may not be the best when it comes to this—acting, intimidation—but you aren’t hopeless either. Just maintain the lie, the role you’re playing, and you should be able to pull this off.<<else>>You’ve always been good at it. Acting, intimidation. It’s a useful part of your job, after all. Threaten, apply enough pressure, and they always crack. You doubt this will be much different.<</if>> Eventually, he nods. "Alright. Just give me a sec, gotta check the list first. Your names?" You cross your arms, eyes narrowing. Annoyed. //Angry.// "Don’t you know who I am? Who //we// are? What business are you people running? You’ve got to be kidding me. I //refuse// to be late because of //your// incompetence." His brows furrow, a flash of anxiety crossing his features before returning to a blank, stony mask of indifference. "I apologize, I didn’t mean to make you late. Please, go right ahead." "Took you long enough." You say with a huff, stepping past the red rope gate he’s holding open for you and $vnick and heading up the stairs. //Easy as that.//<</if>> <span class="next"><<button "Let's see what you can find." "chap3pyrebug1">><</button>></span><</if>>

<<set $tbrs to $blackrosesus>><<if $pyrebug is "maybelater">>Is coming back to Club Pyre early in the morning a few hours before work the best idea? Maybe not, but, hey, better late then never, right?<<else>>You didn’t get much sleep last night. Coming home as late as you did, and, now, getting up at the ass crack of dawn to go back to Club Pyre.<</if>> At least this trip should, hopefully, be less eventful than the previous. You’ll be going in alone. Finding a good place to plant the listening device <<if $equip isnot "bugandmace">>you managed to conjure up—a leftover from a job—<</if>>and leaving as soon as you’re done. All while interacting with as few people as possible. <<if $pyrebug is "maybelater">>Entering the club, you see a fair few people here despite the hour, but not nearly as many as there were last time. Unsurprising considering the sun’s already up, most people would have gone home by now.<<else>>Entering the club, you see a fair few people still here, but not nearly as many as there were last night. Unsurprising, the sun may not yet be up but it’s not long off, most people would have gone home by now.<</if>> You scan the layout of the room, the bar on the far right, a smattering of booths and tables lining the sides of the dance floor, and a stage at the far back. A door behind the bar, possibly leading to a kitchen? There’s a couple more that you’d wager lead onto the stage given their positions. None are likely to be what you seek. <<if $vipaccess is "known">>No, what you need is a staircase. And, thankfully, there’s one by the back wall, on the far left. A red rope gating it off. //Perfect.//<<else>>The only other place that catches your eye is a staircase, in the back left. A red rope gating it off. Now //that// looks promising.<</if>> Unfortunately, the flimsy rope isn’t the only thing guarding it. No, that’d be too simple. Of course, there has to be a bouncer standing in front of it. Annoying, but you can get past him. One person, really, isn’t much of a challenge. *<<link "The simplest approach would be to slip through when he isn’t looking, or is otherwise distracted by something. Shouldn’t be difficult to create some commotion in a place like this." "chap3pyrebugnext1">><<set $chap3sub to "stealthvip">><<set $stealth += 5>><</link>> *<<link "He seems to be checking his watch a lot. Shift change soon? Maybe you can just wait this out. A few minutes shouldn’t lose you much." "chap3pyrebugnext1">><<set $chap3sub to "perceptionvip">><<set $perception += 5>><</link>> *<<link "Just walk up, and act like you’re supposed to be there. Tell him you’re apart of the meeting. You know who’s there, you can bluff your way in." "chap3pyrebugnext1">><<set $chap3sub to "persuadevip">><<set $persuasion += 5>><</link>> *<<link "Pretend to be someone important. Someone who can’t afford to wait, confident, and bully your way past the bouncer. //That old shtick, works every time.//" "chap3pyrebugnext1">><<set $chap3sub to "intimidatevip">><<set $intimidation +=5>><</link>>

It’s an easy choice. To walk away. Back to your home, where at least you have a facsimile of safety, of peace. It’s not as though you can’t try to look into things more at a later date right? If you wanted to.<<if $blackrose is 1 or $vipaccess is "known">>Besides, you’ve already found out //some// things that could be of use. Why poke the bear?<</if>> //Or,// you think as your head hits your pillow, //you could sleep on it.// Try to move on from the whirlwind you’ve been swept up into. Death and time travel. A hired hitman. Shot, dead, in an alleyway. What could you even do all on your own? Dismantle a criminal organization? Find who put a hit out on you? And do what? Set them up to be arrested? Kill them yourself? You close your eyes. <span class="next"><<button "//What a joke.//" "chap3homecoming">><</button>></span>

<<if $pyrewith is "sadie">><<if $chap3sub is "sadieclubtalkb">>"So, what do you usually do here? Just stick to the bar? Dance?" You ask, casually, as if simply making conversation. Seeing what’s good. "Mostly just stick to the bar, yeah. I’m not much of a dancer and most’a the music they play is shit. I’m usually with more friends though. Don’t care to drink alone." "Am I not good enough company for you Sadie? I’m hurt. Truly." August says, placing a hand over his heart. "You’d be better if you weren’t constantly ditchin’ me to chase tail." August smirks. "Jealous? Now Sadie, you know I just like to play around. I don’t even sleep with most of them. No need for envy. I could even set you up with someone if you’d like. What’s your type?" "I hope you choke on your shitty fuckin’ olive-ridden cocktail and die." "I’m thinking," he continues, pretending not to hear her, "a nice, shy, scholarly girl would suit you best. Let me check my phone, I’m sure I’ve got //at least// a few numbers I could pass your way." "You //know// I’ve got a girlfriend jackass." "Oh, that’s right! Your girlfriend! I’d forgotten since I’ve never actually //met// the woman. Been starting to think you just made her up to get me off your back." Sadie’s eye twitches ominously at that and you decide to interject before she actually loses it. //Though, honestly, a part of you kind of wants to see that.// "So, Sadie, what made you decide to come out tonight anyway? You don’t really strike me as the clubbing type." She shrugs, still glaring at August. "This bastard here asked me to. Something about a person he’s meetin’. Not that he bothered tellin’ me any details." "Oh yeah? Another friend of yours?" You ask, looking at August. He shrugs. "Not really, no. Just an acquaintance. It’s all business." "No offense, but I can’t see how a //club// would be a good place to talk business. Even the booths look like they'd barely give you any privacy." "So you'd think, but Club Pyre actually offers a VIP area upstairs. And as an employee, I get to use the rooms for free."<<set $vipaccess to "known">> "Oh, that… makes sense actually. Do you think—" <span class="next"><<button "Next" "chap3pyre5">><</button>></span><<elseif $chap3sub is "sadieaugusttalkb">>"So, August, I was wondering, what do you do for fun? Just clubbing?" "Oh? Interested in me are you? I don’t mind. But are you sure my hobbies are all you’d like to know? Isn’t there something else that you might find //more// interesting?" Sadie rolls her eyes, and takes a large swig of her beer. "All he does is eat, sleep, party, and fuck. He’s boring as shit, selfish, and vain. Trust me. Oh, except for that one thing. You see, at his apartment, he has—" "Shut. Up." He grounds out, blush coloring his cheeks, as he rushes to cover her mouth. Before leaning back in his seat, quick to regain his former cool as if nothing happened at all. "Ignore her, sunshine. She doesn’t know what she saying. And really, I don’t party //nearly// that often. I also have a taste for fine art, you know." "Fine art he says, is that what they call it nowadays?" Sadie mutters under her breath. <<if $expressive gte $stoic>>You stifle a laugh. <</if>>"Ah. I see. Then, what about—" <span class="next"><<button "Next" "chap3pyre5">><</button>></span><<elseif $chap3sub is "sadieaugustflirttalkb">>"So, August, I was wondering, what do you do for fun? Just clubbing?" "Oh? Interested in me are you? I don’t mind. But are you sure my hobbies are all you’d like to know? Wouldn’t you prefer to get to know me on a more //personal// level?" Sadie rolls her eyes, and takes a large swig of her beer. "All he does is eat, sleep, party, and fuck. He’s boring as shit, selfish, and vain. Trust me. Oh, except for that one thing. You see, at his apartment, he has—" "Shut. Up." He grounds out, blush coloring his cheeks, as he rushes to cover her mouth. Before leaning back in his seat, quick to regain his former cool as if nothing happened at all. "Ignore her, sunshine. She doesn’t know what she saying. And really, I don’t party //nearly// that often. I also have a taste for fine art, you know." "Fine art he says, is that what they call it nowadays?" Sadie mutters under her breath. <<if $expressive gte $stoic>>You stifle a laugh. <</if>>"Ah. I see. Then, what about—" <span class="next"><<button "Next" "chap3pyre5">><</button>></span><</if>><<elseif $pyrewith is "amarafest">><<if $chap3sub is "amaradanceno">><<if $chap3subsub is "aasus">>He narrows his eyes at you for a moment before, slowly, his smile widens. "Oh, I wouldn’t say that. Messier, sure. Drunk people often are. But, you know, I find that—"<<elseif $chap3subsub is "aaleave">>"A shame." He replies flippantly. "Ah, but I suppose I have places to be myself. See you around <<if $yourname is "$fname">>$yourname.<<else>>//$yourname.//<</if>>"<br><br><<elseif $chap3subsub is "aaliar">>"Is that so?" He asks, looking vaguely unimpressed. "How //boring.// What a shame, I thought you—"<<elseif $chap3subsub is "aawow">>He looks at you for a moment, blinking rapidly, eyes wide, before finally breaking into laughter. "You—oh, I like you." He says, head propped up with one hand. "You don’t pull your punches do you? If only—"<</if>><<if $chap3subsub is "aanah" or $chap3subsub is "aaleave">><<set $metaugustagain to 1>>Crossing the room, you wind up slouching down into the booth with a groan. //Well that was unexpected. And unpleasant.// At least he didn’t follow you over. Your eyes still linger on where the pair of you had been. By all accounts, you //should// hate him. And yet… *<<link "Somehow, someway, you’ve found yourself unwittingly charmed by him. And you are absolutely pissed about it." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 15>><</link>> *<<link "Ignoring the glaring red flags, you find yourself //almost// liking him. He //is// rather charismatic after all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "No, hate is right. You can’t stand him, he feels so fake. All practiced, manufactured smiles and words. No substance at all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 5>><</link>> *<<link "Honestly, you can’t decide whether you want to deck him in the face or kiss him. //Maybe try therapy.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 35>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "//Why does he have to be so charming?// All suave, perfect smiles that make you lose your train of thought. He’s dangerous all right. //For your heart.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 40>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> <<else>><<set $metaugustagain to 1>><br><br>August cuts himself off, pulling out his phone with an annoyed huff. "Sorry sunshine. I’d love to stay and chat but, duty calls. I’ll see you around <<if $yourname is "$fname">>$yourname.<<else>>//$yourname.//<</if>>" <<if $augustres lt 1>>He saunters off without waiting for a response, disappearing somewhere deeper into the club and out of sight.<<else>><<if $kindness gte $callous or $expressive gte $stoic>>"I understand. Have a good rest of your night." You say, waving as he leaves, disappearing deeper into the club and out of sight.<<else>>"Right. See you." You say as he leaves, disappearing deeper into the club and out of sight.<</if>><</if>> //Well, that was unexpected.// Shaking the image of him away, you make to leave. Probably best to go meet back up with Amara now. And yet. Your eyes still linger on where the pair of you had been. By all accounts, you //should// hate him. But… *<<link "Somehow, someway, you’ve found yourself unwittingly charmed by him. And you are absolutely pissed about it." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 15>><</link>> *<<link "Ignoring the glaring red flags, you find yourself //almost// liking him. He //is// rather charismatic after all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "No, hate is right. You can’t stand him, he feels so fake. All practiced, manufactured smiles and words. No substance at all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 5>><</link>> *<<link "Honestly, you can’t decide whether you want to deck him in the face or kiss him. //Maybe try therapy.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 35>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "//Why does he have to be so charming?// All suave, perfect smiles that make you lose your train of thought. He’s dangerous all right. //For your heart.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 40>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><</if>><<else>>"Well then," she says with a forced cough, "now that we’ve got that stuff outta the way, think you’re up for another espionage mission? Looks like our lady and her friend are on the move, and it would //seem// they’re headed for the VIP section." <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>You grin. "Why not? A little trespassing’s never hurt anyone."<<else>>"All right." You say reluctantly. "But we should be careful. We can’t risk getting caught here."<</if>> Amara beams, sliding out of the booth and pulling you up to join her. "Now we’re talkin’. C’mon! I’ve already got a plan in mind." //This is going to go some kind of way.// <span class="next"><<button "Let’s just hope it doesn’t all blow up in your face." "chap3pyre6">><</button>></span><</if>><<elseif $pyrewith is "vreyes">><<if $chap3sub is "vdanceno">><<if $chap3subsub is "aasus">>He narrows his eyes at you for a moment before, slowly, his smile widens. "Oh, I wouldn’t say that. Messier, sure. Drunk people often are. But, you know, I find that—"<<elseif $chap3subsub is "aaleave">>"A shame." He replies flippantly. "Ah, but I suppose I have places to be myself. See you around <<if $yourname is "$fname">>$yourname.<<else>>//$yourname.//<</if>>"<br><br><<elseif $chap3subsub is "aaliar">>"Is that so?" He asks, looking vaguely unimpressed. "How //boring.// What a shame, I thought you—"<<elseif $chap3subsub is "aawow">>He looks at you for a moment, blinking rapidly, eyes wide, before finally breaking into laughter. "You—oh, I like you." He says, head propped up with one hand. "You don’t pull your punches do you? If only—"<</if>><<if $chap3subsub is "aanah" or $chap3subsub is "aaleave">><<set $metaugustagain to 1>>Crossing the room, you wind up slouching down into the booth with a groan. //Well that was unexpected. And unpleasant.// At least he didn’t follow you over. Your eyes still linger on where the pair of you had been. By all accounts, you //should// hate him. And yet… *<<link "Somehow, someway, you’ve found yourself unwittingly charmed by him. And you are absolutely pissed about it." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 15>><</link>> *<<link "Ignoring the glaring red flags, you find yourself //almost// liking him. He //is// rather charismatic after all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "No, hate is right. You can’t stand him, he feels so fake. All practiced, manufactured smiles and words. No substance at all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 5>><</link>> *<<link "Honestly, you can’t decide whether you want to deck him in the face or kiss him. //Maybe try therapy.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 35>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "//Why does he have to be so charming?// All suave, perfect smiles that make you lose your train of thought. He’s dangerous all right. //For your heart.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 40>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> <<else>><<set $metaugustagain to 1>><br><br>August cuts himself off, pulling out his phone with an annoyed huff. "Sorry sunshine. I’d love to stay and chat but, duty calls. I’ll see you around <<if $yourname is "$fname">>$yourname.<<else>>//$yourname.//<</if>>" <<if $augustres lt 1>>He saunters off without waiting for a response, disappearing somewhere deeper into the club and out of sight.<<else>><<if $kindness gte $callous or $expressive gte $stoic>>"I understand. Have a good rest of your night." You say, waving as he leaves, disappearing deeper into the club and out of sight.<<else>>"Right. See you." You say as he leaves, disappearing deeper into the club and out of sight.<</if>><</if>> //Well, that was unexpected.// Shaking the image of him away, you make to leave. Probably best to go meet back up with $vmr Zhang and Reyes now. And yet. Your eyes still linger on where the pair of you had been. By all accounts, you //should// hate him. But… *<<link "Somehow, someway, you’ve found yourself unwittingly charmed by him. And you are absolutely pissed about it." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 15>><</link>> *<<link "Ignoring the glaring red flags, you find yourself //almost// liking him. He //is// rather charismatic after all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "No, hate is right. You can’t stand him, he feels so fake. All practiced, manufactured smiles and words. No substance at all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 5>><</link>> *<<link "Honestly, you can’t decide whether you want to deck him in the face or kiss him. //Maybe try therapy.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 35>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "//Why does he have to be so charming?// All suave, perfect smiles that make you lose your train of thought. He’s dangerous all right. //For your heart.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 40>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><</if>><<else>>"Well then," $vmr Zhang says with a deliberate cough, "with that out of the way, I believe it prudent we head closer to the stairs now. It seems our targets are on the move." <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>You grin. "Works for me. Seems a little trespassing may be in order."<<else>>"All right." You say somewhat reluctantly. //It should be fine, with the boss as cautious as $vhe is, right?//<</if>> Reyes grins, cocksure and loose, sliding out of the booth and, before either of you can protest, pulling you and $vmr Zhang up with them. "Well, what are we waitin’ for? Let’s go!" You and $vmr Zhang share a commiserating look as you’re dragged along. //This is going to go some kind of way.// <span class="next"><<button "Let’s just hope it doesn’t all blow up in your face." "chap3pyre6">><</button>></span><</if>><<elseif $pyrewith is "solo" and $sadieishere is 1>><<set $metaugustagain to 1>>Well, that was interesting. //And pointless.// You learned absolutely nothing, all you accomplished was getting distracting by August. The one thing you weren’t supposed to do. You decide to make the best of things. While your excursion with August was a bust, you could still gain something from tonight. Perhaps you're just barking up the wrong tree, maybe you just need to try a different approach. A less direct one. That in mind, you beg off heading back to the bar for another drink with August. Allowing him to fade into the crowded club and out of sight. But not out of mind. Your eyes still linger on the spot you both had been just moments before. Where //he// had been. By all accounts, you //should// hate him. And yet… *<<link "Somehow, someway, you’ve found yourself unwittingly charmed by him. And you are absolutely pissed about it." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 15>><</link>> *<<link "Ignoring the glaring red flags, you find yourself //almost// liking him. He //is// rather charismatic after all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "No, hate is right. You can’t stand him, he feels so fake. All practiced, manufactured smiles and words. No substance at all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 5>><</link>> *<<link "Honestly, you can’t decide whether you want to deck him in the face or kiss him. //Maybe try therapy.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 35>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "//Why does he have to be so charming?// All suave, perfect smiles that make you lose your train of thought. He’s dangerous all right. //For your heart.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 40>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><<elseif $pyrewith is "amara">><<if $chap3sub is "amaradanceno">><<if $chap3subsub is "aasus">>He narrows his eyes at you for a moment before, slowly, his smile widens. "Oh, I wouldn’t say that. Messier, sure. Drunk people often are. But, you know, I find that—"<<elseif $chap3subsub is "aaleave">>"A shame." He replies flippantly. "Ah, but I suppose I have places to be myself. See you around <<if $yourname is "$fname">>$yourname.<<else>>//$yourname.//<</if>>"<br><br><<elseif $chap3subsub is "aaliar">>"Is that so?" He asks, looking vaguely unimpressed. "How //boring.// What a shame, I thought you—"<<elseif $chap3subsub is "aawow">>He looks at you for a moment, blinking rapidly, eyes wide, before finally breaking into laughter. "You—oh, I like you." He says, head propped up with one hand. "You don’t pull your punches do you? If only—"<</if>><<if $chap3subsub is "aanah" or $chap3subsub is "aaleave">><<set $metaugustagain to 1>>Crossing the room, you wind up slouching down into the booth with a groan. //Well that was unexpected. And unpleasant.// At least he didn’t follow you over. Your eyes still linger on where the pair of you had been. By all accounts, you //should// hate him. And yet… *<<link "Somehow, someway, you’ve found yourself unwittingly charmed by him. And you are absolutely pissed about it." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 15>><</link>> *<<link "Ignoring the glaring red flags, you find yourself //almost// liking him. He //is// rather charismatic after all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "No, hate is right. You can’t stand him, he feels so fake. All practiced, manufactured smiles and words. No substance at all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 5>><</link>> *<<link "Honestly, you can’t decide whether you want to deck him in the face or kiss him. //Maybe try therapy.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 35>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "//Why does he have to be so charming?// All suave, perfect smiles that make you lose your train of thought. He’s dangerous all right. //For your heart.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 40>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> <<else>><<set $metaugustagain to 1>><br><br>August cuts himself off, pulling out his phone with an annoyed huff. "Sorry sunshine. I’d love to stay and chat but, duty calls. I’ll see you around <<if $yourname is "$fname">>$yourname.<<else>>//$yourname.//<</if>>" <<if $augustres lt 1>>He saunters off without waiting for a response, disappearing somewhere deeper into the club and out of sight.<<else>><<if $kindness gte $callous or $expressive gte $stoic>>"I understand. Have a good rest of your night." You say, waving as he leaves, disappearing deeper into the club and out of sight.<<else>>"Right. See you." You say as he leaves, disappearing deeper into the club and out of sight.<</if>><</if>> //Well, that was unexpected.// Shaking the image of him away, you make to leave. Probably best to go meet back up with Amara now. And yet. Your eyes still linger on where the pair of you had been. By all accounts, you //should// hate him. But… *<<link "Somehow, someway, you’ve found yourself unwittingly charmed by him. And you are absolutely pissed about it." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 15>><</link>> *<<link "Ignoring the glaring red flags, you find yourself //almost// liking him. He //is// rather charismatic after all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "No, hate is right. You can’t stand him, he feels so fake. All practiced, manufactured smiles and words. No substance at all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 5>><</link>> *<<link "Honestly, you can’t decide whether you want to deck him in the face or kiss him. //Maybe try therapy.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 35>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "//Why does he have to be so charming?// All suave, perfect smiles that make you lose your train of thought. He’s dangerous all right. //For your heart.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 40>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><</if>><<else>>"Well then," she says with a forced cough, "now that we’ve got that stuff outta the way, think you’re up for another espionage mission? Looks like our friend is on the move, and it would //seem// he's headed for the VIP section." <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>You grin. "Why not? A little trespassing’s never hurt anyone."<<else>>"All right." You say reluctantly. "But we should be careful. We can’t risk getting caught here."<</if>> Amara beams, sliding out of the booth and pulling you up to join her. "Now we’re talkin’. C’mon! I’ve already got a plan in mind." //This is going to go some kind of way.// <span class="next"><<button "Let’s just hope it doesn’t all blow up in your face." "chap3pyre6">><</button>></span><</if>><<elseif $pyrewith is "v">><<if $chap3sub is "vdanceno">><<if $chap3subsub is "aasus">>He narrows his eyes at you for a moment before, slowly, his smile widens. "Oh, I wouldn’t say that. Messier, sure. Drunk people often are. But, you know, I find that—"<<elseif $chap3subsub is "aaleave">>"A shame." He replies flippantly. "Ah, but I suppose I have places to be myself. See you around <<if $yourname is "$fname">>$yourname.<<else>>//$yourname.//<</if>>"<br><br><<elseif $chap3subsub is "aaliar">>"Is that so?" He asks, looking vaguely unimpressed. "How //boring.// What a shame, I thought you—"<<elseif $chap3subsub is "aawow">>He looks at you for a moment, blinking rapidly, eyes wide, before finally breaking into laughter. "You—oh, I like you." He says, head propped up with one hand. "You don’t pull your punches do you? If only—"<</if>><<if $chap3subsub is "aanah" or $chap3subsub is "aaleave">><<set $metaugustagain to 1>>Crossing the room, you wind up slouching down into the booth with a groan. //Well that was unexpected. And unpleasant.// At least he didn’t follow you over. Your eyes still linger on where the pair of you had been. By all accounts, you //should// hate him. And yet… *<<link "Somehow, someway, you’ve found yourself unwittingly charmed by him. And you are absolutely pissed about it." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 15>><</link>> *<<link "Ignoring the glaring red flags, you find yourself //almost// liking him. He //is// rather charismatic after all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "No, hate is right. You can’t stand him, he feels so fake. All practiced, manufactured smiles and words. No substance at all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 5>><</link>> *<<link "Honestly, you can’t decide whether you want to deck him in the face or kiss him. //Maybe try therapy.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 35>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "//Why does he have to be so charming?// All suave, perfect smiles that make you lose your train of thought. He’s dangerous all right. //For your heart.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 40>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> <<else>><<set $metaugustagain to 1>><br><br>August cuts himself off, pulling out his phone with an annoyed huff. "Sorry sunshine. I’d love to stay and chat but, duty calls. I’ll see you around <<if $yourname is "$fname">>$yourname.<<else>>//$yourname.//<</if>>" <<if $augustres lt 1>>He saunters off without waiting for a response, disappearing somewhere deeper into the club and out of sight.<<else>><<if $kindness gte $callous or $expressive gte $stoic>>"I understand. Have a good rest of your night." You say, waving as he leaves, disappearing deeper into the club and out of sight.<<else>>"Right. See you." You say as he leaves, disappearing deeper into the club and out of sight.<</if>><</if>> //Well, that was unexpected.// Shaking the image of him away, you make to leave. Probably best to go meet back up with $vmr Zhang now. And yet. Your eyes still linger on where the pair of you had been. By all accounts, you //should// hate him. But… *<<link "Somehow, someway, you’ve found yourself unwittingly charmed by him. And you are absolutely pissed about it." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 15>><</link>> *<<link "Ignoring the glaring red flags, you find yourself //almost// liking him. He //is// rather charismatic after all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "No, hate is right. You can’t stand him, he feels so fake. All practiced, manufactured smiles and words. No substance at all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 5>><</link>> *<<link "Honestly, you can’t decide whether you want to deck him in the face or kiss him. //Maybe try therapy.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 35>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "//Why does he have to be so charming?// All suave, perfect smiles that make you lose your train of thought. He’s dangerous all right. //For your heart.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 40>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><</if>><<else>>"Well then," $vmr Zhang says with a deliberate cough, "with that out of the way, I believe it prudent we head closer to the stairs now. It seems our target is on the move." <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>You grin. "Works for me. Seems a little trespassing may be in order."<<else>>"All right." You say somewhat reluctantly. //It should be fine, with the boss as cautious as $vhe is, right?//<</if>> You and $vmr Zhang share a nod as you slip out of the booth and head further into the club. //This is going to go some kind of way.// <span class="next"><<button "Let’s just hope it doesn’t all blow up in your face." "chap3pyre6">><</button>></span><</if>><<else>><<if $chap3sub is "afterdance">><<if $chap3subsub is "club">>"In that case… Could you tell me more about the club? Is there anything I might find interesting? Besides the bar and dance floor I mean." "Oh? Interesting is quite a subjective term. I’m guessing you’re not looking for drugs?" He asks with a laugh. "No, you don’t strike me as the type. Interesting… Well, there is a VIP section upstairs, but it’s mostly used for //private// meetings. If you catch my drift."<<set $vipaccess to "known">> //Is he implying…?// Yeah, that tone, salacious and scandalized, says it all. And yet, the more you talk to him the more you feel you can see through his front. //Sex. Yeah, right.// You’d bet money it’s more under the table deals and bribes from seedy business men than anything else. Meaning, unfortunately for you, that’s almost certainly where you’ll have to go. //Great.// "Wow. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, huh? That’s not exactly unheard of for a club. But, uh, don’t know if that’s somewhere I’d want to go. Plus, you probably have to pay to get in right?" You reply, curious, but detached. //Don’t give anything away.// "Unfortunately, you’re completely correct. You either have to have the funds, know the right person, or both before they’ll let you in. A shame really, the interior design up there is something else." "In a good way or a bad way?" "Oh, it’s the tackiest fucking thing you’ll ever see. The type of place you could turn into a drinking game—take a shot for every gold crap you see—if you wanted to die from alcohol poisoning." As he speaks, you see his mask slip just a fraction, his smile slightly more crooked. Voice more frank. Real in a way you hadn’t noticed he wasn’t before. But he’s quick to catch himself, shake it off. Perfect charming smile once more in place. "Well then," he says before you can respond, checking the time on his phone, "I’d love to stay and chat, but I’m afraid duty calls. I’ll see you around <<if $yourname is $fname>>$yourname.<<else>>//$yourname.//<</if>>"<<elseif $chap3subsub is "august">>"In that case… Could you tell me more about your work here? As a bouncer, you must have some interesting stories to tell, right?" "Oh, not as much as you’d expect. Most of the time it’s just tossing drunk idiots out on their ass." He pauses, smirk widening. "Honestly, my coworkers are more of a mess than half the clientele, if you’d believe it." <<if $reckless gt $stoic>>You snort. "I’d believe it all right."<<else>>"Really?" You ask, cocking your head to side.<</if>> He shrugs. "I guess these types of businesses tend to attract a certain type of person. Flies to honey. My fellow bouncer, Sadie, being the worst of the bunch. Can’t take a joke, that one. Not that most of them //are// jokes but, well, repeatedly decking people in the face isn’t exactly good customer service."<<set $knowsadie to 1>> "She—what? How does she keep her job if she keeps going around punching people?" You ask, half laughing, half incredulous. "And that, is a question I ask myself daily. One of the true wonders of the world. Guess the ol’ boss man has a soft spot for the little reprobate, no idea why. Might need to start the equivalent of a swear jar for her. Ah, but she’d probably punch //me// for just suggesting it." As he speaks, you see his mask slip just a fraction, his smile slightly more crooked. Voice more frank. Real in a way you hadn’t noticed he wasn’t before. But he’s quick to catch himself, shake it off. Perfect charming smile once more in place. "Well then," he says before you can respond, checking the time on his phone, "I’d love to stay and chat, but I’m afraid duty calls. I’ll see you around <<if $yourname is $fname>>$yourname.<<else>>//$yourname.//<</if>>"<<else>>"In that case… Could you tell me more about yourself? I doubt a man like you spends all day at clubs, right?" You say, tone <<if $stoic gt $expressive>>subtly <</if>>suggestive. "Oh? And what exactly do you mean by that? A man like me?" August asks, teasingly, voice deep and sultry. His eyes bore into yours, searing and bright. <<if $stoic gt $expressive>>"I think you know."<<else>>"Isn’t it obvious? Surely you know what you look like don’t you?"<</if>> He chuckles softly, more huffs of air than a true laugh, and leans in ever closer. "Has no one ever told you not to play with fire, sunshine? Well, I can’t say I mind. Let’s see, what was your question? What I enjoy outside of the club? A difficult question, I find so much of it tends to follow me home." "That’s not an answer August. And here I thought you promised me one. You wouldn’t be trying to cheat me now would you?" "Me? Cheat? Never." He says with mock offense. "If you really must know, I have always enjoyed fine art. I even dabble some myself. Can’t say I’m Monet, but my work’s passable enough. Who knows, maybe if you ask nicely, I might be tempted to do your portrait someday." <<if $kindness gte $callous>>"I’d like to see that."<<else>>"Now that, I’d //love// to see."<</if>> "As would I." He says before subtly checking the time on his phone with a barely there frown. "Well then, as much as I’d love to stay and chat, I’m afraid duty calls. I’ll see you around <<if $yourname is $fname>>$yourname.<<else>>//$yourname.//<</if>>"<</if>> <<set $metaugustagain to 1>><<if $augustres lt 2>>With that, he saunters off without waiting for a response, disappearing somewhere deeper into the club and out of sight.<<else>><<if $kindness gte $callous or $expressive gte $stoic>>"I understand. Have a good rest of your night." You say, waving as he leaves, disappearing deeper into the club and out of sight.<<else>>"Right. See you." You say as he leaves, disappearing deeper into the club and out of sight.<</if>><</if>> //Well, that was unexpected.// Shaking the image of him away, you make to leave. Probably best to go find a booth, sit down, and think over your next steps. And yet. Your eyes still linger on where he had been. By all accounts, you //should// hate him. But… *<<link "Somehow, someway, you’ve found yourself unwittingly charmed by him. And you are absolutely pissed about it." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 15>><</link>> *<<link "Ignoring the glaring red flags, you find yourself //almost// liking him. He //is// rather charismatic after all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "No, hate is right. You can’t stand him, he feels so fake. All practiced, manufactured smiles and words. No substance at all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 5>><</link>> *<<link "Honestly, you can’t decide whether you want to deck him in the face or kiss him. //Maybe try therapy.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 35>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "//Why does he have to be so charming?// All suave, perfect smiles that make you lose your train of thought. He’s dangerous all right. //For your heart.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 40>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><<else>><<set $metaugustagain to 1>>Well, that was interesting. //And pointless.// You learned absolutely nothing, all you accomplished was getting distracting by August. The one thing you weren’t supposed to do. You decide to make the best of things. While your excursion with August was a bust, you could still gain something from tonight. Perhaps you're just barking up the wrong tree, maybe you just need to try a different approach. A less direct one. That in mind, you beg off heading back to the bar for another drink with August. Allowing him to fade into the crowded club and out of sight. But not out of mind. Your eyes still linger on the spot you both had been just moments before. Where //he// had been. By all accounts, you //should// hate him. And yet… *<<link "Somehow, someway, you’ve found yourself unwittingly charmed by him. And you are absolutely pissed about it." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 15>><</link>> *<<link "Ignoring the glaring red flags, you find yourself //almost// liking him. He //is// rather charismatic after all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 30>><</link>> *<<link "No, hate is right. You can’t stand him, he feels so fake. All practiced, manufactured smiles and words. No substance at all." "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 5>><</link>> *<<link "Honestly, you can’t decide whether you want to deck him in the face or kiss him. //Maybe try therapy.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 35>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "//Why does he have to be so charming?// All suave, perfect smiles that make you lose your train of thought. He’s dangerous all right. //For your heart.// $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon3">><<set $aarel to 40>><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><</if>><</if>>

<<if $pyrewith is "sadie" or $pyrewith is "solo">><<if $chap3sub is "stealthvip">>Scanning the crowd, it doesn’t take long to find your opportunity. A couple, seated at a table nearby, the air around them already tense. One little thing, and it’ll all boil over. They just need a good push. Deliberately, casually, you walk over to them, passing by their table and subtly bumping into the glass held loosely in the man’s hand. Drunk as he is, he doesn’t manage to stop it in time. And it spills. //Drenching// the front of his date’s shirt. "Shit. Sorry babe, let me—" She doesn’t let him finish. Bolting up from her seat, hands fisted at her side. She looks at him, takes one deep breath, and then slaps him. Hard. Rings glittering on her fingers. <<if $kindness gte $callous>>//Ouch.// You wince, feeling a bit guilty. //That’s gotta hurt.//<<else>>//Well, sucks for him.// You think with a barely suppressed laugh.<</if>> The bouncer is swift to move over to the pair—away from his post—keen to break up the fight before it escalates as they start to shout at each other. The woman looking close to snapping completely. It’s unfortunate then, that you won’t get to see how the fight ends. <<if $stealth lt 30>><<set $blackrosesus += 5>>Moving quickly, you slip under the rope and head upstairs before anyone sees you. Well, at least, you //hope// no one saw you.<<else>>Moving quickly, you slip under the rope and head upstairs before anyone sees you.<</if>><<elseif $chap3sub is "perceptionvip">>Hunkering down in a booth closer to the stairs, you watch the bouncer out of the corner of your eye. Careful not to make your staring too obvious. He seems impatient, arms crossed, tapping his fingers against his arm. He glances from the silver watch on his wrist to the crowd, looking for someone. Waiting. You recline into the high-backed black velvet of the booth, and slip your phone out of your pocket, briefly checking the time—only a few minutes til the hour—//shouldn’t be long now.// Despite knowing it would happen, you still startle minutely when it happens, the bouncer, having noticed someone approaching from across the room, begins to walk away. Straightening up, you prepare to run over. //Here’s your chance.// It’s a slim window, his replacement is already on the way. <<if $perception lt 30>><<set $blackrosesus += 5>>You can only hope the crowd between you covers your movement.<<else>>But the crowd separating you should mask your movements.<</if>> Rushing to the stairs, you slip under the rope, and head up before anyone sees you. No shouts or steps follow.<<elseif $chap3sub is "persuadevip">>Walking up to the bouncer, you give him a small smile and wave. "Excuse me? I have a meeting upstairs soon, if you could just let me through…" The man gives you a once over, taking in your state of dress, your body language, staring hard into your eyes. //Trying to catch you in a lie.// A convincing act is not simply found in words, its how you hold yourself, how you walk, the expression you wear. Any trace of a lie is made obvious to those who know what to look for if your act isn’t up to snuff. <<if $persuasion lt 30>><<set $blackrosesus += 5>>You may not be the best when it comes to this—deception, acting—but you aren’t hopeless either. Lying is an essential part of your job after all. You should be able to pull this off.<<else>>You’ve always been good at it. Deceiving, lying, acting. It’s an essential part of your job, after all. Social engineering. Gain their trust, then use it to get what you need. You doubt this will be much different.<</if>> Eventually, he nods. "Alright. Just give me a sec, gotta check the list first. Your name?" You cross your arms, eyes darting around. Impatient. //Nervous.// "Is that really necessary? I can’t afford to be late, I’m meeting with August." You shudder, sudden and realer than intended. "I’d //really// like to avoid upsetting him." His brows furrow, a flash of sympathy crossing his features before returning to a blank, stony mask of indifference. "You’re apart of //that// meeting? Shit. I’m not supposed to, but, knowing him… alright. Yeah, I wouldn’t want you to get in any trouble. You can go ahead. Just don’t tell anyone ‘bout this." "Thank you so much." You say with a smile, stepping past the red rope gate he’s holding open for you and heading up the stairs.<<else>>Walking up to the bouncer, you don’t waste a second, already giving him a haughty, impatient stare. "I have a meeting. If you could get out of my way, that’d be great." The man’s eyes twitch, as if resisting the urge to roll them. He gives you a once over, taking in your state of dress, your body language, staring hard into your eyes. //Trying to catch you in a lie.// You keep your face a stone wall, the picture of impudence. Confidence. You know who you are, and where you’re supposed to be, just believe it enough and he will too. <<if $intimidation lt 30>><<set $blackrosesus += 5>>You may not be the best when it comes to this—acting, intimidation—but you aren’t hopeless either. Just maintain the lie, the role you’re playing, and you should be able to pull this off.<<else>>You’ve always been good at it. Acting, intimidation. It’s a useful part of your job, after all. Threaten, apply enough pressure, and they always crack. You doubt this will be much different.<</if>> Eventually, he nods. "Alright. Just give me a sec, gotta check the list first. Your name?" You cross your arms, eyes narrowing. Annoyed. //Angry.// "Don’t you know who I am? What business are you people running? You’ve got to be kidding me. I //refuse// to be late because of //your// incompetence." His brows furrow, a flash of anxiety crossing his features before returning to a blank, stony mask of indifference. "I apologize, I didn’t mean to make you late. Please, go right ahead." "Took you long enough." You say with a huff, stepping past the red rope gate he’s holding open for you and heading up the stairs.<</if>> <span class="next"><<button "Let's see what you can find." "chap3pyrebug2">><</button>></span><<elseif $pyrewith is "amarafest" or $pyrewith is "amara">>"Nice work $fname." Amara says behind you, tone hushed. "Let’s look around. I’ll check this side of the hall and you get that one?" You nod. "Good idea. <<if $cautious gt $reckless>>Just be cautious. We don’t know what room they’re in.<<else>>Just try not to accidentally crash their meeting.<</if>>" Amara gives you a wink and an okay sign before bounding off further down the hall, beginning to scope out the area as you do the same. What you find is, truthfully, about what you expected. A hallway. With six doors equally spaced out, all decked out in ostentatious crushed red velvet and gold numbered plates. Black marble tiles line the floor, and the walls—trimmed with gold crown molding. It is, in a word, gaudy. The sort of wealth display that is meant to make a statement more than it is to actually look good. A quick scan nets nothing of interest. There don’t appear to be any cameras. <<if $perception gte 30>>Hidden or otherwise. Or, at least, none you’re able to suss out, and you usually //are// fairly good at that. <</if>>Not that their absence is particularly surprising given what sort of people you imagine frequent the place. And the lack of any directed at the stairs below. With your part of the hallway cleared, you turn to the first door and test the handle. Carefully, slowly—you’d rather not risk anyone inside hearing it. //Click.// And turn. Unlocked. And empty. //Odd.// Or, maybe not, given the only way up is guarded by security, why bother locking the door? Peeking inside, you see a small square room, all perfectly neat and clean. Two red brocade couches, a single plush armchair, a glossy cherry wood table in the middle, a black rug underneath, and a potted plant in the far corner. Again, no cameras you can make out, it's likely any meetings taking place are meant to be //completely// private. The room looks undisturbed, like it was straightened days ago and hasn’t seen use since. That in mind, you move on to the next room. Gently, you test the handle again. And find the same scene. You expect the last to be the same, and are surprised when you find yourself unable to even open the door. You barely manage to turn the handle a centimeter, <<if $cautious gte $reckless>>cautious and slow in your movements, not wanting to be caught, <</if>>when you realize it’s locked. Pressing your ear to the door, you can only hear the faintest noise inside. Voices. Maybe three people? Four? You aren’t sure, it’s hard to make anything out. //Soundproofed, no doubt.// //Fuck.// Unable to do anything further, you head over to Amara who seems to be inside room number four, poking around carefully as to not move anything out of place. "Done?" She asks, turning to you. "I haven’t found much. Nothin’ in the hall. No cams. Just a bunch of fancy lookin’ crap. You get anything?" You nod. "All the rooms were unlocked but one, number five. I could vaguely hear people talking in there. But not clearly enough to tell what was being said. Your bugs wouldn’t happen to be able to get through soundproofing would they?" "I wish. But alas, they aren’t //that// good. If I had my full kit with me, maybe." She shakes her head. "Well, nothin’ for it. Close the door will you? I’m gonna go ahead and get the bug set up. We’ll just have to plant it once they leave." "Sure thing." With the door shut, <<if $airel gte 40 or $airo gte 2 or $musicdate is "amararo">>you settle down next to her on the middle couch, <<else>>you sit down on the other end of the couch, <</if>>watching her fiddle with her phone. "Here, give me your yours too. I’ll hook it up to send the data to both of us. The audio’ll be sent live //and// automatically archived on the hour, right… here. Same app we use for work. It shouldn’t take me //too// long. Baring any unforeseen complications." "I’m sure you’ve got it handled. I’m more worried about how long their meeting’ll take. Hope we don’t wind up here all night.<<if $expressive gt $stoic>> Especially since these couches fucking //suck//."<<else>>" You shift in your seat. //You’d rather not have to sit on this stiff couch all night.//<</if>> She laughs. "Think the furniture is some kinda psychological warfare? The longer you sit the more uncomfortable you grow, the more likely you are to just accept whatever’s offered and leave. Clever. Very clever. Let’s just hope it doesn’t work on us." "Think we’ll be okay on that one Amara. I’d be shocked if the //couch// of all things was what got us caught." <span class="next"><<button "//Unless…//" "chap3pyrebug2">><</button>></span><<elseif $pyrewith is "vreyes">>"Good job there, $fname." Reyes says, tone hushed as they take in their surroundings. "Looks like six rooms? Two for each of us then. I’ll take the ones up front, Vic the middle, and you the back?" You nod. "Good idea. <<if $cautious gt $reckless>>Just be cautious. We don’t know what room they’re in.<<else>>Let’s just try not to accidentally crash their meeting.<</if>>" "Wise words." $vmr Zhang says<<if $reckless gt $cautious>> sardonically<</if>>, then raises a brow when neither of you move, both looking to $vhim. "You do realize I’m not currently acting as your boss, right? You aren’t on the clock, you don’t need my go ahead. What are you waiting for?" "Right. Sorry." You say with a bashful smile and do just that, heading to the back of the hall while the others take their places, Reyes with a grumble while $vmr Zhang just sighs. What you find is, truthfully, about what you expected. A hallway. With six doors equally spaced out, all decked out in ostentatious crushed red velvet and gold numbered plates. Black marble tiles line the floor, and the walls—trimmed with gold crown molding. It is, in a word, gaudy. The sort of wealth display that is meant to make a statement more than it is to actually look good. A quick scan nets nothing of interest. There don’t appear to be any cameras. <<if $perception gte 30>>Hidden or otherwise. Or, at least, none you’re able to suss out, and you usually //are// fairly good at that. <</if>>Not that their absence is particularly surprising given what sort of people you imagine frequent the place. And the lack of any directed at the stairs below. With your part of the hallway cleared, you turn to one of the doors and test the handle. Carefully, slowly—you’d rather not risk anyone inside hearing it. //Click.// And turn. Unlocked. And empty. //Odd.// Or, maybe not, given the only way up is guarded by security, why bother locking the door? Peeking inside, you see a small square room, all perfectly neat and clean. Two red brocade couches, a single plush armchair, a glossy cherry wood table in the middle, a black rug underneath, and a potted plant in the far corner. Again, no cameras you can make out, it's likely any meetings taking place are meant to be //completely// private. The room looks undisturbed, like it was straightened days ago and hasn’t seen use since. That in mind, you cross the hall to the next room. You barely manage to turn the handle a centimeter, <<if $cautious gte $reckless>>cautious and slow in your movements, not wanting to be caught, <</if>>when you realize it’s locked. Pressing your ear to the door, you can hear the faintest noise inside. Voices. Maybe three people? Four? You aren’t sure, it’s hard to make anything out. //Soundproofed, no doubt.// //Unlucky.// Unable to do anything further, you head over to $vmr Zhang who seems to be inside the fourth room, carefully inspecting every inch with a discerning eye, even checking under a tacky glass bottle sat on the table, while Reyes lounges on one of the couches. "Done?" $vHe asks, turning to you as you approach. "I’ve found little of interest myself. Reyes has reported the same. I’m assuming their meeting is in one of the rooms you inspected?" You nod. "Right. Room number five. The other was unlocked and empty. I could vaguely hear people talking in there. But not clearly enough to make out what was being said. Any chance the bug can get through the soundproofing?" "Unlikely. We’d need specialized equipment for that." $vHe shakes $vhis head. "We’ll just have to wait until they’ve left and place it then. Would you please close the door? We might as well stay here in the meantime." "Sure thing." With the door shut, <<if $vrel gte 30 or $vro gte 2 or $musicdate is "vro">>you sit down next to where $vmr Zhang has settled on the middle couch, <<else>>you sit down on the couch with Reyes, <</if>>watching as your boss disassembles part of $vhis phone. The back removed, $vhe flips a small switch there, a compartment opening up on the side where a card sits—similar in shape and size to a SIM card if a bit thicker. "Here it is. The audio should be transmitted live as well as archived every six hours once activated. Let me see your phone Reyes, I'll need to check if it’s still set up properly. It can only be paired with one device at a time, and as we already previously set it up there… I’ll just have to have the audio emailed to you $mmr $lname." "Got it. I trust you’ll have it handled. Honestly, I’m more worried about how long their meeting’ll take. Hope we don’t wind up here all night.<<if $expressive gt $stoic>> Especially since these couches fucking //suck//."<<else>>" You shift in your seat. //You’d rather not have to sit on this stiff couch all night.//<</if>> Reyes laughs. "Worst fucking couch you’ve ever sat on, right? Looks all plush and nice and then, what? Did they fill it with fuckin’ bricks? Shit’s stiffer than the modern minimalist crap Vic has at $vhis place." "Oh? And here I thought you liked my furniture, given how often you ask to crash on it. Ah, but I suppose that won’t be necessary anymore then will it? Good to know." "Wait. Shit. Vic, don’t be like that, I was just kidding! You know I hate my apartment. Hey, maybe I could even move in? Wouldn’t that be somethin’?" If looks could kill... <span class="next"><<button "//Rest in peace Reyes.//" "chap3pyrebug2">><</button>></span><<elseif $pyrewith is "v">>"Excellent work." $vmr Zhang says, tone hushed as $vhe takes in $vhis surroundings. "There appear to be six rooms total. You take the left, I’ll take the right." You nod. "Good idea. <<if $cautious gt $reckless>>Just be cautious. We don’t know what room they’re in.<<else>>Let’s just try not to accidentally crash their meeting.<</if>>" "Wise words." $vmr Zhang says<<if $reckless gt $cautious>> sardonically<</if>>, then raises a brow when you don’t move, waiting for $vhis direction. "You do realize I’m not currently acting as your boss, right? You aren’t on the clock, you don’t need my go ahead. What are you waiting for?" "Right. Sorry." You say with a bashful smile and do just that, heading to the back of the hall while $vmr Zhang just sighs. What you find is, truthfully, about what you expected. A hallway. With six doors equally spaced out, all decked out in ostentatious crushed red velvet and gold numbered plates. Black marble tiles line the floor, and the walls—trimmed with gold crown molding. It is, in a word, gaudy. The sort of wealth display that is meant to make a statement more than it is to actually look good. A quick scan nets nothing of interest. There don’t appear to be any cameras. <<if $perception gte 30>>Hidden or otherwise. Or, at least, none you’re able to suss out, and you usually //are// fairly good at that. <</if>>Not that their absence is particularly surprising given what sort of people you imagine frequent the place. And the lack of any directed at the stairs below. With your part of the hallway cleared, you turn to one of the doors and test the handle. Carefully, slowly—you’d rather not risk anyone inside hearing it. //Click.// And turn. Unlocked. And empty. //Odd.// Or, maybe not, given the only way up is guarded by security, why bother locking the door? Peeking inside, you see a small square room, all perfectly neat and clean. Two red brocade couches, a single plush armchair, a glossy cherry wood table in the middle, a black rug underneath, and a potted plant in the far corner. Again, no cameras you can make out, it's likely any meetings taking place are meant to be //completely// private. The room looks undisturbed, like it was straightened days ago and hasn’t seen use since. That in mind, you move over to the next room. Gently, you test the handle again. And find the same scene. You expect the last to be the same, and are surprised when you find yourself unable to even open the door. You barely manage to turn the handle a centimeter, <<if $cautious gte $reckless>>cautious and slow in your movements, not wanting to be caught, <</if>>when you realize it’s locked. Pressing your ear to the door, you can only hear the faintest noise inside. Voices. Maybe three people? Four? You aren’t sure, it’s hard to make anything out. //Soundproofed, no doubt.// //Unlucky.// Unable to do anything further, you head over to $vmr Zhang who seems to be inside the fourth room, carefully inspecting every inch with a discerning eye, even checking under one of the tacky glass bottles sat on the table. "Done?" $vHe asks, turning to you as you approach. "I’ve found little of interest myself. I’m assuming their meeting is in one of the rooms you inspected?" You nod. "Right. Room number five. The others were unlocked and empty. I could vaguely hear people talking in there. But not clearly enough to make out what was being said. Any chance the bug can get through the soundproofing?" "Unlikely. We’d need specialized equipment for that." $vHe shakes $vhis head. "We’ll just have to wait until they’ve left and place it then. Would you please close the door? We might as well stay here in the meantime." "Sure thing." With the door shut, <<if $vrel gte 30 or $vro gte 2 or $musicdate is "vro">>you sit down next to where $vmr Zhang has settled on the middle couch, <<else>>you sit down on the empty couch, <</if>>watching as your boss places the bug on the table by $vhis phone. "The bug is already connected to both of our devices, I’m just ensuring the frequency of the transmission is set up how I’d like. One moment… there, now the audio should be sent both live and archived on the hour. It should be sent to the same application as usual. Assuming I’ve done everything correctly." "I’m sure you have it handled. Honestly, I’m more worried about how long their meeting’ll take. Hope we don’t wind up here all night.<<if $expressive gt $stoic>> Especially since these couches fucking //suck//."<<else>>" You shift in your seat. //You’d rather not have to sit on this stiff couch all night.//<</if>> $vmr Zhang raises an eyebrow at you. "What did you expect? Memory foam? Goose down?" $vHe says, not an ounce of sympathy to be found. "Perhaps, if sitting here is such a trial, we might need to update your training. Don’t worry, I’ll make note of it so we don’t forget." //Now that’s cold.// <span class="next"><<button "//$vHe must be just joking… right?//" "chap3pyrebug2">><</button>></span><</if>>

<<if $pyrewith is "sadie" or $pyrewith is "solo">>What you find before you on the club’s second floor is, truthfully, about what you expected. A hallway. With six doors equally spaced out, all decked out in ostentatious crushed red velvet and gold numbered plates. Black marble tiles line the floor, and the walls—trimmed with gold crown molding. It is, in a word, gaudy. The sort of wealth display that is meant to make a statement more than it is to actually look good. A quick scan nets nothing of interest. There don’t appear to be any cameras. <<if $perception gte 30>>Hidden or otherwise. Or, at least, none you’re able to suss out, and you usually //are// fairly good at that. <</if>>Not that their absence is particularly surprising given what sort of people you imagine frequent the place. With the hallway cleared, you turn to the first door on your right and test the handle. Carefully, slowly—you’d rather not risk anyone inside hearing it. //Click.// And turn. Unlocked. And empty. //Odd.// Or, maybe not, given that the only way up is guarded by security, why bother locking the door? Peeking inside, you see a small square room, all perfectly neat and clean. Two red brocade couches, a single plush armchair, a glossy cherry wood table in the middle, a black rug underneath, and a potted plant in the far corner. Again, no cameras you can make out, it's likely any meetings taking place are meant to be //completely// private.<<if $augustcam is "seen">> Which also explains why Amara’s program didn’t pick up anything from inside the club.<</if>> The room looks undisturbed, like it was straightened days ago and hasn’t seen use since. That in mind, you cross the hall to the next. Gently, you test the handle again. And find the same scene. The next two are no different. It’s only when you come to the fifth room that anything changes. You barely manage to turn the handle a centimeter, <<if $cautious gte $reckless>>cautious and slow in your movements, not wanting to be caught, <</if>>when you realize it’s locked. Pressing your ear to the door, you can hear the faintest noise inside. Voices. Maybe three people? Four? You aren’t sure, it’s hard to make anything out. //Soundproofed, no doubt.// //Fuck.// You’re almost certain this is the room you’re looking for. But, just to make sure, you dart across the hall to the last room and find it no different from the ones before it. Empty, with nothing out of place. No signs of anyone existing in the space. Returning back to the fifth door, you consider your options. The room’s locked, and it doesn’t look like you can pick it from the outside. Brute force isn’t a great idea either. Frankly, trying to bust inside in the first place would be unwise—and probably just wind up getting you shot—but, as is, you won’t even be able to eavesdrop. //Shit.// As is, it seems there’s nothing you can do. Unless… <<if $equip is "bugandmace">>The listening device! You’d almost forgotten you’d brought it with you. It’s a small thing, difficult to detect. It should work nicely.<<else>>Rummaging around your pockets you find it. A listening device. Small and difficult to detect. //And to destroy.// A fact you are especially grateful for considering it must have been thrown through at //least// a couple spin cycles and sat hidden under pocket lint for who knows how long—a leftover from work you must’ve forgotten about some weeks ago, most likely. //Seems luck is on your side, yet again.//<</if>> Slipping back into the empty room across the hall, you close the door, and <<if $cautious gt $reckless>>hide behind the middle couch<<else>>sit on the middle couch<</if>>. It’ll take you a while to configure the bug, needing to link it to your phone so it sends the data to the right place before anything else. Thankfully, you imagine their meeting should last a while. You should have plenty of time, and then, you can go plant the bug after they leave. <span class="next"><<button "//You just hope you won’t be here all night.//" "chap3pyrebug3">><</button>></span><<elseif $pyrewith is "amarafest" or $pyrewith is "amara">>Configuring the bug doesn’t take up as much time as you’d thought, the process appearing fairly simple all things considered, and, thankfully, it seems the meeting itself doesn’t run as long as you feared either. Having moved to be pressed up against the door, you just barely catch it when they leave, the sound muffled but audible. The swing of the door opening and shoes clacking against the tiled floor distinct given your position. Holding up one finger, you tell Amara to wait, then, once a few minutes have passed you peek outside the door. Eyes darting back and forth, you find the hallway blessedly empty. "We good?" Amara whispers from behind you. "All clear." You say, shoulders relaxing. "Let’s go set up the bug. I just hope they use the same one often." Entering the room, you notice that it looks… the same as the others, if only messier. Bottles of alcohol and used glasses strewn about the table, a cigarette butt put out in the soil of the plant, a dish containing what you hope are little blue mints but are more likely drugs, and a couch that’s slightly skewed to the left. //At least you know you’re in the right place.// Now, you just need to plant the bug somewhere it won’t be seen. //And hope it actually leads to something useful.// *<<link "Under the rug, specifically at one of the edges where it lays under the middle couch." "chap3pyrebug3">><<set $pyrebug to "rug">><</link>> *<<link "Buried in the soil of the plant, you doubt anyone would think to check there." "chap3pyrebug3">><<set $pyrebug to "plant">><</link>> *<<link "On the underside of the table, Amara’s standard bugs come with an attachment to latch onto things. Surely these are the same." "chap3pyrebug3">><<set $pyrebug to "table">><</link>> *<<link "Between the cushions of the middle couch. It’ll be the best place for picking up conversations, if somewhat more likely to be discovered." "chap3pyrebug3">><<set $pyrebug to "couch">><</link>> *<<link "Ask Amara for her opinion. This //is// her wheelhouse after all." "chap3pyrebug3">><<set $pyrebug to "ask">><</link>><<elseif $pyrewith is "vreyes">>Setting up bug doesn’t take up as much time as you’d thought, likely since it had already been done before and just needed a refresh, and, thankfully, it seems the meeting itself doesn’t run as long as you feared either. Having moved to be pressed against the door, you barely catch it when they leave, the sound muffled but audible. The swing of the door opening and shoes clacking against the tiled floor distinct given your position. Holding up one finger, you tell them to wait, then, once a few minutes have passed you peek outside the door. Eyes darting back and forth, you find the hallway blessedly empty. "See anyone?" Reyes whispers from behind you. "All clear." You say, shoulders relaxing. "Let’s go set up the bug. I just hope they use the same one often." Entering the room, you notice that it looks… the same as the others, if only messier. Bottles of alcohol and used glasses strewn about the table, a cigarette butt put out in the soil of the plant, a dish containing what you hope are little blue mints but are more likely drugs, and a couch that’s slightly skewed to the left. //At least you know you’re in the right place.// Now, you just need to plant the bug somewhere it won’t be seen. //And hope it actually leads to something useful.// *<<link "Under the rug, specifically at one of the edges where it lays under the middle couch." "chap3pyrebug3">><<set $pyrebug to "rug">><</link>> *<<link "Buried in the soil of the plant, you doubt anyone would think to check there." "chap3pyrebug3">><<set $pyrebug to "plant">><</link>> *<<link "The table, it’s slim enough to slide into one of the gaps created by the design carved into the wood." "chap3pyrebug3">><<set $pyrebug to "table">><</link>> *<<link "Between the cushions of the middle couch. It’ll be the best place for picking up conversations, if somewhat more likely to be discovered." "chap3pyrebug3">><<set $pyrebug to "couch">><</link>> *<<link "Ask $vmr Zhang $vhis opinion. You trust $vhis judgment more than your own." "chap3pyrebug3">><<set $pyrebug to "ask">><</link>><<elseif $pyrewith is "v">>Thankfully, it seems the meeting doesn’t run as long as you'd feared. Having moved to be pressed against the door, you barely catch it when they leave, the sound muffled but audible. The swing of the door opening and shoes clacking against the tiled floor distinct given your position. Holding up one finger, you tell $vhim to wait, then, once a few minutes have passed you peek outside the door. Eyes darting back and forth, you find the hallway blessedly empty. "All clear?" $vmr Zhang whispers from your left. "All clear." You confirm, shoulders relaxing. "Let’s go set up the bug. I just hope they use the same one often." Entering the room, you notice that it looks… the same as the others, if only messier. Bottles of alcohol and used glasses strewn about the table, a cigarette butt put out in the soil of the plant, a dish containing what you hope are little blue mints but are more likely drugs, and a couch that’s slightly skewed to the left. //At least you know you’re in the right place.// Now, you just need to plant the bug somewhere it won’t be seen. //And hope it actually leads to something useful.// *<<link "Under the rug, specifically at one of the edges where it lays under the middle couch." "chap3pyrebug3">><<set $pyrebug to "rug">><</link>> *<<link "Buried in the soil of the plant, you doubt anyone would think to check there." "chap3pyrebug3">><<set $pyrebug to "plant">><</link>> *<<link "On the underside of the table, Amara’s standard bugs come with an attachment to latch onto things." "chap3pyrebug3">><<set $pyrebug to "table">><</link>> *<<link "Between the cushions of the middle couch. It’ll be the best place for picking up conversations, if somewhat more likely to be discovered." "chap3pyrebug3">><<set $pyrebug to "couch">><</link>> *<<link "Ask $vmr Zhang $vhis opinion. You trust $vhis judgment more than your own." "chap3pyrebug3">><<set $pyrebug to "ask">><</link>><</if>>

<<if $pyrewith is "sadie" or $pyrewith is "solo">>Configuring the bug doesn’t take up nearly as much time as you’d thought it would, the process is fairly simple all things considered, and, thankfully, it seems the meeting itself doesn’t run as long as you feared either. Having moved to be pressed up against the door, you barely catch it when they leave, the sound muffled but audible. The swing of the door opening and shoes clacking against the tiled floor distinct given your position. You wait for the sound to fade, and then several minutes more before daring to exit. Peeking out the door, you find the hallway blessedly empty, and checking the room they used, find it the same. You relax your shoulders, letting out a silent breath as you enter. It looks… the same as the others, if only messier. Bottles of alcohol and used glasses strewn about the table, a cigarette butt put out in the soil of the plant, a dish containing what you hope are little blue mints but are more likely drugs, and a couch that’s slightly skewed to the left. //At least you know you’re in the right place.// Now, you just need to plant the bug somewhere it won’t be seen. //And hope August doesn’t use any other rooms for his dealings.// *<<link "Under the rug, specifically at one of the edges where it lays under the middle couch." "chap3pyrebug4">><<set $pyrebug to "rug">><</link>> *<<link "Buried in the soil of the plant, it’s waterproof, and you doubt anyone would think to check there." "chap3pyrebug4">><<set $pyrebug to "plant">><</link>> *<<link "On the underside of the table, it comes with a small attachment to latch onto things just for these types of situations." "chap3pyrebug4">><<set $pyrebug to "table">><</link>> *<<link "Between the cushions of the middle couch. It’ll be the best place for picking up conversations, if somewhat more likely to be discovered." "chap3pyrebug4">><<set $pyrebug to "couch">><</link>><<elseif $pyrewith is "amarafest" or $pyrewith is "amara">><<if $pyrebug is "ask">><<set $pyrebug to "table">>"I’m not sure… Where do you think we should set it Amara?" "Hm? Want an expert’s opinion? //Well,// there’s a few good spots. I was thinkin’ we could stick it to the table. Under the top. Let me just… Ah! There we go. Got a little switch under the wing, see? Makes it easy to latch onto surfaces. May I do the honors?" "Sure. Go for it, Amara."<<elseif $pyrebug is "rug">>You shrug. "What if we just shove it under part of the rug?" Amara cocks her head to the side and hums. "Sure. Why not? Maybe the edge there? Under that couch so no one steps on it." "That’s what I was thinking too. I’ll hold the rug up and you get it set up?" "Sounds like a plan! Here, let’s get this done."<<elseif $pyrebug is "plant">>"How waterproof are these bugs? Same as your others?" "Yep! Just the same. You could submerge it in water and… well, the audio would be fucked to hell and back but it won’t break the thing." "Then, why not stick it in the soil of the plant? Sure, it might get occasionally watered, but, otherwise, I think it should work." "Good idea! Here, let me. Can’t bury it //too// deep or it’ll be borked, y’know?" "Got it. I’ll leave that to you then."<<elseif $pyrebug is "table">>"These bugs have the same features as your other ones, right? So, why not just stick it to the underside of the table? Doubt they’ll find it easily there." "Oh! Good idea." She exclaims with a grin. "Here, let me get it set up. Just gotta get this switch here… I put it under one of its wings. Bit hard to get but that’s half the point. And… Ah! There we are. May I do the honors?" "Sure. Go for it, Amara."<<else>>"Why don’t we just stick in under a couch cushion? Not the most hidden spot but the audio should be good right?" Amara cocks her head to the side before shrugging. "Sure. Why not? Not like they’ll get much outta it if they //do// find it. Plus, if we position it right… Yeah, let’s do that. Middle couch?" "Middle couch." You confirm with a nod.<</if>> With Amara having set the bug in place, you open the app to make sure it’s working properly for both of you. Amara brings her phone up to her ear and you do the same with your own. Then, standing in the middle of the room, she speaks. "Bugbug Operator number six, can you hear us?" It takes a moment, but you’re soon pleased to hear the sound of Amara’s voice as it echoes through the speakers. Less pleasing is the ear grating dissonance created from it coming out both devices at once. "Well," she says with a wince, "at least we know it works." "Yeah. I got that." You say shaking your head. "So long as it stays undiscovered, we should be good to go." And if it //is// ever found, well, you know that Amara’s done everything possible to ensure it’s untraceable. The chances of it being linked back to you should be slim. //You hope.// "Fingers crossed. You ready to blow this pop stand?" You nod. <<if $pessimistic gt $optimistic>>"As I’ll ever be. Let’s go."<<else>>"Am I ever. Let’s go."<</if>> <<if $blackrosesus gte 10>>Neither of you hesitate to leave. Heading downstairs, the bouncer lets you pass without so much as a glance, and just like that, you’re out the door. You and Amara share a smile. Feeling a heady rush of adrenaline at what you’ve just gotten away with. What you //thought// you’d gotten away with. Leaning against the wall by the entrance stands a man, one hand slipped into his pocket and the other holding a lit cigarette. Red embers fading and falling away. <<if $knowaugust is 1>>//August.//<<else>>//Your killer.//<</if>> You try to walk past him—surely, he’s just here on a smoke break, and nothing more—but he’s quick to intercept your path. "Going so soon?" He asks condescendingly. "What a shame. I had //so// hoped to get to know you better. Oh well. I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other again soon. Take care now, $fname. And you too, Amara." And with that, he smothers his cigarette butt under his heel and heads back towards the club. Turning at the door with a mocking smile and wave. //Shit. That can’t be good.// "Uh. That’s bad, right? I-I think, we might be in trouble. Should we call someone or… $fname? Are you okay?" *<<link "//No.// You can’t leave things like this. Go back in time to before you came to the club and head home. You’ve still got some information, forget the damn bug." "chap3pyrett">><<set $timetraveled += 1>><<set $blackrosesus to 0>><<set $augustres to 0>><<set $health to $thealth>><<set $mental to $tmental>><<set $vrel to $tvrel>><<set $vro to $tvro>><<set $airel to $tairel>><<set $airo to $tairo>><<set $aaro to $taaro>><<set $aarel to $taarel>><</link>> *<<link "You shake your head. “I’ll be fine. This changes nothing. Let’s just get going. Okay?” Of course he already knows who you are. He’s been hired to kill you. Him knowing Amara as well isn’t odd either if he’s done his research. You’ll deal with any fallout as it comes." "chap3pyrebugend">><<set $augustconfront to "leave">><</link>> <<if $equip is "bugandmace">>*<<link "Don’t you have a can of mace on you? Use it." "chap3pyrebugend">><<set $augustconfront to "maced">><</link>><</if>><<else>>Neither of you hesitate to leave. Heading downstairs, the bouncer lets you pass without so much as a glance, and just like that, you’re out the door. You and Amara share a smile. Feeling a heady rush of adrenaline at what you’ve just gotten away with. "Guess I’ll see you at work on Monday?" Amara asks as you reach a crosswalk, both of you headed home in different directions. "Right. I’ll see you then." You say<<if $airel gte 30>> with a smile<</if>>, turning to leave. <<if $airo gte 2 or $musicdate is "amararo">>But, before you manage to step away, Amara catches you by the arm, pulls you close, and presses a brief kiss against your cheek. "Text me when you get home $fname!" She adds before bounding off across the street, leaving you staring after her, face hot where her lips touched your skin. Blinking out of your stupor, you grin as you continue on your way home. //What a night.//<<else>>"Text me when you get home $fname!" She adds before bounding off across the street, while you continue the other way.<</if>> <span class="next"><<button "//Now, all that’s left to do is wait.//" "chap4">><</button>></span><</if>><<elseif $pyrewith is "vreyes">><<if $pyrebug is "ask">><<set $pyrebug to "table">>"I’m not sure… Where do you think we should set it $vnick?" "Hm, there’s a few spots that would work. Perhaps the table would be best? It’s thin enough to slide inbetween parts of the wood and stay there. Here, maybe?" "That looks good to me. I’ll leave it to you."<<elseif $pyrebug is "rug">>You shrug. "What if we just shove it under the rug?" $vmr Zhang looks unimpressed. "Are you certain that’s the best place for it? Couldn’t someone easily discover it if they stepped in the wrong place?" Reyes shrugs. "Sure, but what if we stick it where the rug sits under one’a the other bits of furniture? The middle couch maybe?" "That’s what I was thinking too. I’ll hold the rug up and you get it set?" "Works for me. Vic can supervise and make sure it’s to $vhis exacting standards, right Vic?" "Fine, let’s just get on with it then."<<elseif $pyrebug is "plant">>"How waterproof is the bug exactly? I know our usual ones are pretty good." "It should be the same. Why do you ask?" $vmr Zhang replies. "Why not stick it in the soil of the plant? Sure, it might get occasionally watered, but, otherwise, I think it should work." $vHe cocks $vhis head. "That… actually isn’t a bad idea. Allow me. We need to be careful not to bury it too deep or it likely won’t pick up much of anything." "Makes sense. I’ll leave that to you then."<<elseif $pyrebug is "table">>"It’s pretty thin, do you think we could put it somewhere in the table? Like, inbetween the joins? Or in one of the gaps in the carved sections?" "That could work. Allow me. I’ll look for the most optimal spot." $vmr Zhang replies. "Sounds good. I’ll leave you to it."<<else>>"Why don’t we just stick in under a couch cushion? Not the most hidden spot but the audio should be good right?" "Really?" $vmr Zhang says, looking unimpressed. "You seriously want to stick it under a cushion? Where people sit? That’s your idea?" Reyes shrugs. "No, no. I think $mhes onto something. It could work if we place it right. Like, right around… here. In the center of this one. See?" $vHe sighs. "Fine, but let me place it. I don’t trust either of you not to mess it up somehow. If it’s going here it needs to be placed precisely as to have the best chance of going undiscovered." "Thanks $vnick! You’re the best." You say with a grin.<</if>> With $vmr Zhang having set the bug in place, Reyes pulls out their phone to make sure it’s working properly. "Well," they say, "it says it’s activated, let me just…" Fiddling around on their phone, it takes a second before you hear their words echoed back at them from the speakers. "Got a bit of a delay, but otherwise, it’s all set." "Good." $vmr Zhang nods. "We should leave now. I’d rather not risk lingering any longer than needed. Are you both ready?" You nod. <<if $pessimistic gt $optimistic>>"As I’ll ever be. Let’s go."<<else>>"Am I ever. Let’s go."<</if>> <<if $blackrosesus gte 10>>Not a one of you hesitates in getting out of the VIP section. Heading downstairs, the bouncer lets you pass without so much as a glance, and just like that, you’re out the door. You and Reyes share a smile. Feeling a heady rush of adrenaline at what you’ve just gotten away with. What you //thought// you’d gotten away with. Leaning against the wall by the entrance stands a man, one hand slipped into his pocket and the other holding a lit cigarette. Red embers fading and falling away. <<if $knowaugust is 1>>//August.//<<else>>//Your killer.//<</if>> You try to walk past him, hiding partially behind $vmr Zhang and Reyes—surely, he’s just here on a smoke break, and nothing more—but he’s quick to intercept your path. "Going so soon?" He asks condescendingly. "What a shame. I had //so// hoped to get to know you better. Oh well. I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other again soon. Take care now, $fname. And you too, $vname. Reyes." And with that, he smothers his cigarette butt under his heel and heads back towards the club. Turning at the door with a mocking smile and wave. //Shit. That can’t be good.// $vmr Zhang takes a deep breath, $vhis and Reyes’ eyes never straying from August even when he’s out of sight. "That… was not good. However, I don’t think he knows what we’ve done. Just who we are. Not ideal, but I already suspected he might. Perhaps we should… Are you all right, <<if $vrel gte 30 or $vro gte 2>>$fname<<else>>$mmr $lname<</if>>? You look unwell." *<<link "//No.// You can’t leave things like this. Go back in time to before you came to the club and head home. You’ve still got some information, forget the damn bug." "chap3pyrett">><<set $timetraveled += 1>><<set $blackrosesus to 0>><<set $augustres to 0>><<set $health to $thealth>><<set $mental to $tmental>><<set $vrel to $tvrel>><<set $vro to $tvro>><<set $airel to $tairel>><<set $airo to $tairo>><<set $aaro to $taaro>><<set $aarel to $taarel>><</link>> *<<link "You shake your head. “I’ll be fine. It’s just like you said. We suspected as much. Let’s just get going. Okay?” Of course he already knows who you are. He’s been hired to kill you. Him knowing the two of them as well isn’t odd either if he’s done his research. You’ll deal with any fallout as it comes." "chap3pyrebugend">><<set $augustconfront to "leave">><</link>> <<if $equip is "bugandmace">>*<<link "Don’t you have a can of mace on you? Use it." "chap3pyrebugend">><<set $augustconfront to "maced">><</link>><</if>><<else>>Not a one of you hesitates in getting out of the VIP section. Heading downstairs, the bouncer lets you pass without so much as a glance, and just like that, you’re out the door. You and Reyes share a smile. Feeling a heady rush of adrenaline at what you’ve just gotten away with. "Would you like a ride home, <<if $vrel gte 30 or $vro gte 2>>$fname<<else>>$mmr $lname<</if>>?" $vmr Zhang asks, as you head down the sidewalk and away from the club. "Sure, that’d be nice. Thanks." "Oh yeah, and I’m just expected to drive everyone around yeah? Does this look like a taxi?" Reyes grumbles as you arrive at the car. $vmr Zhang raises a brow. "You are quite literally paid to be my personal driver." "I know, I know. I just felt like hassling you. Well, don’t just stand there. Get in." For all their complaining, you find yourself parked in front of your apartment complex in record time. A red light or two may have been run in the process but other than some sharp words from $vmr Zhang, that was all that came of it. <<if $musicdate is "vro">>"I’ll see you at work on Monday, $fname." $vmr Zhang says as you exit the car, eyes unusually soft. For a moment, you stand, staring at each other through the glass, your heart pounding in your chest when it looks as though $vhe might say something more—might //do// something more, if you’re reading this correctly. $vHis eyes dart to your lips for just a second. But then, $vhe catches $vself, shakes $vhis head and looks away. "Take care, $mmr $lname. Goodnight." And with that, $vhes gone, leaving you standing in a stupor outside before you finally blink it away and head inside. //What. Was that?//<<else>>"I’ll see you at work on Monday, $fname." $vmr Zhang says cordially as you turn to head inside. "Right, see you then."<</if>> <span class="next"><<button "//Guess you'll just have to wait and see.//" "chap4">><</button>></span><</if>><<elseif $pyrewith is "v">><<if $pyrebug is "ask">><<set $pyrebug to "table">>"I’m not sure… Where do you think we should set it $vnick?" "Hm, there’s a few spots that would work. Perhaps the table would be best? With the latch attachment, it should be able to stay stuck on the underside for quite some time. Right here, maybe?" "That looks good to me. I’ll leave it to you."<<elseif $pyrebug is "rug">>You shrug. "What if we just shove it under the rug?" $vmr Zhang looks unimpressed. "Are you certain that’s the best place for it? Couldn’t someone easily discover it if they stepped in the wrong place?" "Well, what if we place it there, where the rug sits under the couch? The middle one maybe?" "Fine, let’s just get on with it then."<<elseif $pyrebug is "plant">>"Our bugs are all pretty waterproof, right?" "That is correct, yes. Why do you ask?" $vmr Zhang replies. "Why not stick it in the soil of the plant? Sure, it might get occasionally watered, but, otherwise, I think it should work." $vHe cocks $vhis head. "That… actually isn’t a bad idea. Allow me. We need to be careful not to bury it too deep or it likely won’t pick up much of anything." "Makes sense. I’ll leave that to you then."<<elseif $pyrebug is "table">>"If we pop open the latch, like… this, we could fix it onto the underside of the table. It’d be hard to notice there." "That could work. Allow me. I’ll look for the most optimal spot." $vmr Zhang replies. "Sounds good. I’ll leave you to it."<<else>>"Why don’t we just stick in under a couch cushion? Not the most hidden spot but the audio should be good right?" "Really?" $vmr Zhang says, looking unimpressed. "You seriously want to stick it under a cushion? Where people sit? That’s your idea?" You shrug. "It could work if we place it well enough. Like, right around… here. Center of the middle couch." $vHe sighs. "Fine, but let me place it.<<if $reckless gt $cautious>> I don’t trust you not to mess it up somehow.<</if>><<if $vrel gte 30>> No offense.<</if>> If it’s going here it needs to be placed precisely as to have the best chance of going undiscovered." "Thanks $vnick! You’re the best." You say with a grin.<</if>> With $vmr Zhang having set the bug in place, you pull out your phone to make sure it’s working properly. "Hello." You say into the room at large and are pleased to hear the echo of your own voice played back from your speakers. $vmr Zhang follows suit with $vhis own phone to the same result. "Good." $vmr Zhang nods. "We should leave now. I’d rather not risk lingering any longer than needed. Are you ready?" You nod. <<if $pessimistic gt $optimistic>>"As I’ll ever be. Let’s go."<<else>>"Am I ever. Let’s go."<</if>> <<if $blackrosesus gte 10>>Neither of you hesitate in getting out of the VIP section. Heading downstairs, the bouncer lets you pass without so much as a glance, and just like that, you’re out the door. You can’t help but smile. Feeling a heady rush of adrenaline at what you’ve just gotten away with. What you //thought// you’d gotten away with. Leaning against the wall by the entrance stands a man, one hand slipped into his pocket and the other holding a lit cigarette. Red embers fading and falling away. <<if $knowaugust is 1>>//August.//<<else>>//Your killer.//<</if>> You try to walk past him, hiding partially behind $vmr Zhang—surely, he’s just here on a smoke break, and nothing more—but he’s quick to intercept your path. "Going so soon?" He asks condescendingly. "What a shame. I had //so// hoped to get to know you better. Oh well. I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other again soon. Take care now, $fname. And you too, $vname." And with that, he smothers his cigarette butt under his heel and heads back towards the club. Turning at the door with a mocking smile and wave. //Shit. That can’t be good.// $vmr Zhang takes a deep breath, $vhis eyes never straying from August even when he’s out of sight. "That… was not good. However, I don’t think he knows what we’ve done. Just who we are. Not ideal, but I already suspected he might. Perhaps we should… Are you all right, <<if $vrel gte 30 or $vro gte 2>>$fname<<else>>$mmr $lname<</if>>? You look unwell." *<<link "//No.// You can’t leave things like this. Go back in time to before you came to the club and head home. You’ve still got some information, forget the damn bug." "chap3pyrett">><<set $timetraveled += 1>><<set $blackrosesus to 0>><<set $augustres to 0>><<set $health to $thealth>><<set $mental to $tmental>><<set $vrel to $tvrel>><<set $vro to $tvro>><<set $airel to $tairel>><<set $airo to $tairo>><<set $aaro to $taaro>><<set $aarel to $taarel>><</link>> *<<link "You shake your head. “I’ll be fine. It’s just like you said. We suspected as much. Let’s just get going. Okay?” Of course he already knows who you are. He’s been hired to kill you. Him knowing $vmr Zhang as well isn’t odd either if he’s done his research. You’ll deal with any fallout as it comes." "chap3pyrebugend">><<set $augustconfront to "leave">><</link>> <<if $equip is "bugandmace">>*<<link "Don’t you have a can of mace on you? Use it." "chap3pyrebugend">><<set $augustconfront to "maced">><</link>><</if>><<else>>Neither of you hesitate in getting out of the VIP section. Heading downstairs, the bouncer lets you pass without so much as a glance, and just like that, you’re out the door. You can’t help but smile. Feeling a heady rush of adrenaline at what you’ve just gotten away with. "Do you need a ride home, <<if $vrel gte 30 or $vro gte 2>>$fname<<else>>$mmr $lname<</if>>?" $vmr Zhang asks, as you head down the sidewalk and away from the club. "I can hail us a cab, if you’d like?" "Sure, that’d be nice. Thanks." The cab doesn’t take long to arrive, a number of them already lurking about in wait for the drunk clubbers to emerge. The ride itself is smooth and quick, your apartment complex looming in front of you before you know it. <<if $musicdate is "vro">>"I’ll see you at work on Monday, $fname." $vmr Zhang says as you exit the cab, eyes unusually soft. For a moment, you stand, staring at each other through the glass, your heart pounding in your chest when it looks as though $vhe might say something more—might //do// something more, if you’re reading this correctly. $vHis eyes dart to your lips for just a second. But then, $vhe catches $vself, shakes $vhis head and looks away. "Take care, $mmr $lname. Goodnight." And with that, $vhes gone, leaving you standing in a stupor outside before you finally blink it away and head inside. //What. Was that?//<<else>>"I’ll see you at work on Monday, $fname." $vmr Zhang says cordially as you turn to head inside. "Right, see you then."<</if>> <span class="next"><<button "//Guess you'll just have to wait and see.//" "chap4">><</button>></span><</if>><</if>>

<<if $pyrewith is "sadie" or $pyrewith is "solo">>Setting the bug into place<<if $pyrebug is "plant">>, careful not to get it //too// deep into the dirt, you do still actually want to hear any conversations after all,<</if>> you pull out your phone to see if it’s working properly. Holding your phone up to your ear, you stand in the middle of the room and speak. And are pleased to hear your own voice echoed back at you through the speaker. //Perfect.// So long as it stays undiscovered, you should be good to go. Though, even if it //is// ever found, well, Amara’s made modifications to both the bug and your phones to ensure it’s untraceable. The chances of it being linked back to you should be slim. //You hope.// <<if $blackrosesus gte 20>>With that done, you’re quick to leave, the bouncer downstairs letting you pass without so much as a glance, and just like that, you’re out the door. Feeling a heady rush of adrenaline at what you’ve just gotten away with. What you //thought// you’d gotten away with. Leaning against the wall by the entrance stands a man, one hand slipped into his pocket and the other holding a lit cigarette. Red embers fading and falling away. <<if $knowaugust is 1>>//August.//<<else>>//Your killer.//<</if>> You try to walk past him—surely, he’s just here on a smoke break, and nothing more—but he’s quick to intercept your path. "Going so soon?" He asks condescendingly. "What a shame. I had //so// hoped to get to know you better. Oh well. I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other again soon. Take care now, $fname." And with that, he smothers his cigarette butt under his heel and heads back towards the club. Turning at the door with a mocking smile and wave. //Shit. That can’t be good.// *<<link "You can’t leave things like this. Go back in time to before you came to the club and head home. You’ve still got some information, forget the damn bug." "chap3pyrett">><<set $timetraveled += 1>><<set $blackrosesus to 0>><<set $augustres to 0>><<set $health to $thealth>><<set $mental to $tmental>><<set $vrel to $tvrel>><<set $vro to $tvro>><<set $airel to $tairel>><<set $airo to $tairo>><<set $aaro to $taaro>><<set $aarel to $taarel>><</link>> *<<link "This changes nothing. Of course he already knows who you are. He’s been hired to kill you. Just continue home. You’ll deal with any fallout as it comes." "chap3pyrebugend">><<set $augustconfront to "leave">><</link>><<if $equip is "bugandmace">>*<<link "Don’t you have a can of mace on you? Use it." "chap3pyrebugend">><<set $augustconfront to "maced">><</link>><</if>><<else>>With that done, you’re quick to leave, the bouncer downstairs letting you pass without so much as a glance, and just like that, you’re out the door. Feeling a heady rush of adrenaline at what you’ve just gotten away with. <span class="next"><<button "//And now, all that’s left to do is wait.//" "chap4">><</button>></span><</if>><</if>>

<<if $augustconfront is "leave">><<if $pyrewith is "sadie" or $pyrewith is "solo">>With that in mind, you let the club fade far into the horizon, until it’s no more that a dot against the sky. Your apartment complex coming closer by the second. Now, all that’s left to do it is wait. <span class="next"><<button "//Let’s hope your gamble payed off.//" "chap4">><</button>></span><<elseif $pyrewith is "amarafest" or $pyrewith is "amara">>"Well... guess I’ll see you at work on Monday?" Amara asks softly as you reach a crosswalk, both of you headed home in different directions, your walk having passed in silence after your encounter with //him//. "Right. I’ll see you then." You say<<if $airel gte 30>> with a smile<</if>>, turning to leave. <<if $airo gte 2 or $musicdate is "amararo">>But, before you manage to step away, Amara catches you by the arm, pulls you close, and presses a brief kiss against your cheek. "Text me when you get home safe $fname!" She adds before bounding off across the street, leaving you staring after her, face hot where her lips touched your skin. Blinking out of your stupor, you grin as you continue on your way home. //What a night.//<<else>>"Text me when you get home safe $fname!" She adds before bounding off across the street, while you continue the other way.<</if>> <span class="next"><<button "//Now, all that’s left to do is wait.//" "chap4">><</button>></span><<elseif $pyrewith is "vreyes">>"Then, would you like a ride home, <<if $vrel gte 30 or $vro gte 2>>$fname<<else>>$mmr $lname<</if>>?" $vmr Zhang asks, as you head down the sidewalk and away from the club. "Sure, that’d be nice. Thanks." "Oh yeah, and I’m just expected to drive everyone around yeah? Does this look like a taxi?" Reyes grumbles as you arrive at the car. $vmr Zhang raises a brow. "You are quite literally paid to be my personal driver." "I know, I know. I just felt like hassling you. Well, don’t just stand there. Get in." For all their complaining, you find yourself parked in front of your apartment complex in record time. A red light or two may have been run in the process but other than some sharp words from $vmr Zhang, that was all that came of it. <<if $musicdate is "vro">>"I’ll see you at work on Monday, $fname." $vmr Zhang says as you exit the car, eyes unusually soft. For a moment, you stand, staring at each other through the open door, your heart pounding in your chest when it looks as though $vhe might say something more—might //do// something more, if you’re reading this correctly. $vHis eyes dart to your lips for just a second. But then, $vhe catches $vself, shakes $vhis head and looks away, pulling the door shut as $vhe does. "Take care, $mmr $lname. Goodnight." And with that, $vhes gone, leaving you standing in a stupor outside before you finally blink it away and head inside. //What. Was that?//<<else>>"I’ll see you at work on Monday, $fname." $vmr Zhang says cordially as you turn to head inside. "Right, see you then."<</if>> <span class="next"><<button "//Guess you'll just have to wait and see.//" "chap4">><</button>></span><<elseif $pyrewith is "v">>"Then, do you need a ride home, <<if $vrel gte 30 or $vro gte 2>>$fname<<else>>$mmr $lname<</if>>?" $vmr Zhang asks, as you head down the sidewalk and away from the club. "I can hail us a cab, if you’d like?" "Sure, that’d be nice. Thanks." The cab doesn’t take long to arrive, a number of them already lurking about in wait for the drunk clubbers to emerge. The ride itself is smooth and quick, your apartment complex looming in front of you before you know it. <<if $musicdate is "vro">>"I’ll see you at work on Monday, $fname." $vmr Zhang says as you exit the cab, eyes unusually soft. For a moment, you stand, staring at each other through the open door, your heart pounding in your chest when it looks as though $vhe might say something more—might //do// something more, if you’re reading this correctly. $vHis eyes dart to your lips for just a second. But then, $vhe catches $vself, shakes $vhis head and looks away, pulling the door shut as $vhe does. "Take care, $mmr $lname. Goodnight." And with that, $vhes gone, leaving you standing in a stupor outside before you finally blink it away and head inside. //What. Was that?//<<else>>"I’ll see you at work on Monday, $fname." $vmr Zhang says cordially as you turn to head inside. "Right, see you then."<</if>> <span class="next"><<button "//Guess you'll just have to wait and see.//" "chap4">><</button>></span><</if>><<elseif $augustconfront is "maced">><<if $pyrewith is "amara">>For a moment, all is still, silent. <<if $knowaugust is 1>>August<<else>>He<</if>> looks at you from the doorway, cocky and self-assured, waiting to see how you’ll respond before he slinks back inside. //Oh, if it’s a reaction he wants out of you, he’ll get it.// "Be ready to run on my signal." You whisper to Amara as you pull out the small canister, thumb slipping under the cap, and position yourself directly in front of him. "Hm? Have something to say? I’m surprised, really thought I’d send you running for the hills. Well, go on then. Let’s see what you—" You don’t bother letting him finish, aiming straight for the face, his eyes widening in shock, you press down and— "Go, go, go!" You yell, grabbing Amara by the arm as you sprint down the street, no destination in mind. Just—away. <<if $knowaugust is 1>>August’s<<else>>His<</if>> irate cussing and shouting fading off into the distance. "Did you just fuckin’ pepper spray that guy?!" Amara yells, shoving people out of her way as you flee the scene. "Technically, it was mace." "Oh, my bad, it was fuckin’ mace! Didn’t realize they were //so// different. Jesus Christ on a fuckin’ pogo stick, I hope to God he’s not following us." "He’s not." You reply, <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>barely <</if>>turning to check. "I doubt it anyway, too many people around and we got a head start." "And, you got him right in the eyes." Amara pauses, stopping dead in the middle of the sidewalk as if it’s only just hit her. "Holy. Shit. You really just did that. He was—and you just—" Standing there, annoyed pedestrians walking around you, you watch as Amara doubles over in a bout of near hysterical laughter. "We," she manages between breaths, "Are so, unbelievably, fucked." <<if $expressive gte $stoic>>"Sorry? In my defense, it was kind of funny."<<else>>"Uh, oops?"<</if>> "No, no, don’t try to apologize. That dude was giving awful vibes, it was totally deserved. But, like, you do //so// owe me now." "Duly noted. But, uh, we should probably get out of here. Just in case." "Yeah, guess you’re right on that one. Let’s go." Amara stops as you reach a crosswalk, both of you headed home in different directions. "Guess I’ll see you at work on Monday?" "Right. I’ll see you then." You say<<if $airel gte 30>>with a smile<</if>>, turning to leave. <<if $airo gte 2 or $musicdate is "amararo">>But, before you manage to step away, Amara catches you by the arm, pulls you close, and presses a brief kiss against your cheek. "Text me when you get home $fname!" She adds before bounding off across the street, leaving you staring after her, face hot where her lips touched. Blinking out of your stupor, you grin as you continue on your way home. //What a night.//<<else>>"Text me when you get home $fname!" She adds before bounding off across the street, while you continue the other way. //Now, all that’s left to do is wait.//<</if>> <span class="next"><<button "//Let’s just hope your actions don't cost you.//" "chap4">><</button>></span><<elseif $pyrewith is "v">>For a moment, all is still, silent. <<if $knowaugust is 1>>August<<else>>He<</if>> looks at you from the doorway, cocky and self-assured, waiting to see how you’ll respond before he slinks back inside. //Oh, if it’s a reaction he wants out of you, he’ll get it.// "Be ready to run on my signal." You whisper to $vnick as you pull out the small canister, thumb slipping under the cap, and position yourself directly in front of the hitman. "Hm? Have something to say? I’m surprised, really thought I’d send you running for the hills. Well, go on then. Let’s see what you—" You don’t bother letting him finish, aiming straight for the face, his eyes widening in shock, you press down and— "Go, go, go!" You yell, grabbing $vmr Zhang by the arm as you sprint down the street, no destination in mind. Just—away. <<if $knowaugust is 1>>August’s<<else>>His<</if>> irate cussing and shouting fading off into the distance. "Was that pepper spray?" $vnick asks, far more calmly than you think $vhe has any right to be in this situation. "It was mace." "Technically, that is a type of pepper spray, but I suppose it doesn’t really matter at the moment. Is he following us?" "He’s not." You reply, <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>barely <</if>>turning to check. "I doubt it anyway, too many people around and we got a head start." "You also managed to spray him in the eyes. Which, by the way," $vhe says casually, "was a horrible idea, and will likely backfire spectacularly" <<if $expressive gte $stoic>>"Sorry? In my defense, it was kind of funny."<<else>>"Uh, oops?"<</if>> $vHe sighs. "It’s fine. We’ll deal with any backlash as it comes. For now, let’s just get out of here." As you both head further down the road, $vmr Zhang takes it upon $vself to hail a passing cab. "I believe your place may be closer, if you'd like to go first." "Oh, right, sure." You reply, rattling off your address to the driver. The ride itself is smooth and quick, your apartment complex looming in front of you before you know it. <<if $musicdate is "vro">>"I’ll see you at work on Monday, $fname." $vmr Zhang says as you exit the cab, eyes unusually soft. For a moment, you stand, staring at each other through the open door, your heart pounding in your chest when it looks as though $vhe might say something more—might //do// something more, if you’re reading this correctly. $vHis eyes dart to your lips for just a second. But then, $vhe catches $vself, shakes $vhis head and looks away, pulling the door shut as $vhe does. "Take care, $mmr $lname. Goodnight." And with that, $vhes gone, leaving you standing in a stupor outside before you finally blink it away and head inside. //What. Was that?// <span class="next"><<button "//Guess you'll just have to wait and see.//" "chap4">><</button>></span><<else>>"I’ll see you at work on Monday, $fname." $vmr Zhang says cordially as you turn to head inside. "Right, see you then." //Now, all that’s left to do is wait.// <span class="next"><<button "//Let’s just hope your actions tonight don't cost you.//" "chap4">><</button>></span><</if>><<else>>For a moment, all is still, silent. <<if $knowaugust is 1>>August<<else>>He<</if>> looks at you from the doorway, cocky and self-assured, waiting to see how you’ll respond before he slinks back inside. //Oh, if it’s a reaction he wants out of you, he’ll get it.// "Hm? Have something to say? I’m surprised, really thought I’d send you running for the hills. Well, go on then. Let’s see what you—" You don’t bother letting him finish, aiming straight for the face, his eyes widening in shock, you press down and— You aren’t sticking around to see how he reacts, sprinting down the street, no destination in mind. Just—away. <<if $knowaugust is 1>>August’s<<else>>His<</if>> irate cussing and shouting fading off into the distance. //You… really did that.// You just hope he’s not following you, <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>barely <</if>>turning your head to check. //Well, you don’t see him anyway.// Given the crowded streets and your head start, you’ve likely lost him if he was after you at all. And, you did get him right in the eyes. As the weight of the situation hits you, you feel near hysterical. Laughter bubbling up, you stop dead in the middle of the sidewalk for a moment to try to regain yourself. //Oh, that is so coming back to bite you.// But fuck if it wasn’t funny. Though you doubt //he’ll// see any humor in it. Best leave the area while you can. With that in mind, you let the club fade far into the horizon, until it’s no more that a dot against the sky. Your apartment complex coming closer by the second. Now, all that’s left to do it is wait. <span class="next"><<button "//Let’s hope you haven't just made everything worse.//" "chap4">><</button>></span><</if>><</if>>

<<set $pyrebug to "none">><<if $sadieishere is 1>><<if $timetraveled is 1>>Standing still in the middle of the sidewalk, you prepare yourself. //Envision the $timeview.// And let it send you back. For a moment, nothing happens. For a moment, you think the last time you tried this must’ve been a fluke, some sick cosmic joke. //A delusion.// You take in a shaky breath, close your eyes, and //focus.// The lights behind your eyes, stoplights and neons of the street, suddenly vanish. The world’s gone white, blinding and empty. And then you feel it, a drag of //something// pulling you back, back, //back.// Your center of gravity is shifted, lurched and thrown, until it suddenly stutters into place. You blink as the world reforms around you, white fading into the dim light of dusk, and you find yourself standing just outside the club, <<if $pyrewith isnot "sadie">>one amongst the many in line. Waiting. Mere minutes prior to when you got inside.<<else>>mere seconds prior to entering.<</if>> With a stumbling step, you slump over into the nearby alleyway, arms trembling, barely holding your weight where they press against the concrete. Nauseous, motion sick, you throw up on the ground. Unable to do anything more than wait for the feeling to pass. You notice, almost hysterically, that the people walking past barely spare you a glance. //Just another drunk person outside a club, nothing new.// <<if $pyrewith is "solo">>Shaking your head, you manage to pull yourself up and turn back the way you came.<<elseif $pyrewith is "amarafest">>"Oh no! Are you okay?" You hear Amara say, coming up from behind you, resting a gentle hand on your back. <<if $stoic gt $expressive>>"Fine." You manage to grit out as you struggle to pull yourself up. Amara rushing to assist you. "Or, well, maybe not. Think I should head home now. Sorry."<<else>>"Not really, no. Given the whole…" You trail off, gesturing to the vomit beside you, as you try to pull yourself back up. Amara rushing to assist you. "Think maybe I should head home now. Sorry."<</if>> She nods sympathetically. "It’s fine, obviously you aren’t feelin’ well. You should go rest. Text me when you get home, okay?" "Will do. Thanks Amara." You say as you turn to leave.<<elseif $pyrewith is "sadie">>"Shit. Hey, you alright?" <<if $knowsadie is 1>>Sadie<<else>>Your companion<</if>> calls from behind you. Her hand hovering uncertainly over your hunched form. <<if $stoic gt $expressive>>"Fine." You manage to grit out as you struggle to pull yourself up. "Or, well, maybe not. Think I should head home now. Sorry."<<else>>"Not really, no. Given the whole…" You trail off, gesturing to the vomit beside you, as you try to pull yourself back up. "Think maybe I should head home now. Sorry."<</if>> She shakes her head. "Nah, I get it. Besides, best not mix alcohol with… that. See you around.<<if $sadiesus gte 30>> Or not. Might be better that way.<</if>>" "Yeah. See you." You repeat with a nod, then turn around to leave without so much as a backwards glance.<<elseif $pyrewith is "vreyes">>"Are you all right?" You hear $vmr Zhang say, coming up from behind you, resting a tentative hand on your back. <<if $stoic gt $expressive>>"Fine." You manage to grit out as you struggle to pull yourself up. Reyes coming over to help haul you up. "Or, well, maybe not. Think I should head home now. Sorry."<<else>>"Not really, no. Given the whole…" You trail off, gesturing to the vomit beside you, as you try to pull yourself back up. Reyes coming over to help haul you up. "Think maybe I should head home now. Sorry."<</if>> $vHe nods. "I did not think this a wise endeavor to begin with. Ending things here is probably for the best." "Or," Reyes says with a smirk, "we could just call a rain check. Come back another day." $vmr Zhang gives them a flat, disappointed stare. "Ignore them. Let me call you a cab. I’d offer a ride but I’d rather you not have to walk all the way back to the parking lot." "Or pay for the cleaning." Reyes adds, glancing at the bile on the ground pointedly. "Thanks." You say to $vmr Zhang, heading over to the taxi that was quickly hailed from the pool of them flooding the outside of the clubs and bars.<</if>><<else>>Standing still in the middle of the sidewalk, you prepare yourself. //Envision the $timeview.// And let it send you back. As it was before, it takes a moment for it to happen. The world gone white, sudden, haltingly. Gravity pulling you down. And then, you find yourself standing just outside the club, <<if $pyrewith isnot "sadie">>one amongst the many in line. Waiting. Mere minutes prior to when you got inside.<<else>>mere seconds prior to entering.<</if>> You feel sick again, dizzy and shaking, but not as nauseous. Not as weak. One stumbling step is all it takes before you right yourself. //Maybe you’re getting used to this?// Or it could just be luck. Who knows? You certainly don’t. <<if $pyrewith is "solo">>Shaking your head, you step out of the line and turn back the way you came.<<elseif $pyrewith is "amarafest">>"$fname? Are you okay?" You hear Amara say from beside you. <<if $stoic gt $expressive>>"Fine." You reply before thinking better of it. "Or, well, maybe not. Think I should head home now. Sorry."<<else>>"Not really, no." You reply earnestly. "Think maybe I should head home now. Sorry."<</if>> She nods sympathetically. "It’s fine, if you aren’t feelin’ well then obviously you should go home and rest. Text me when you get there, okay?" "Will do. Thanks Amara." You say as you turn to leave.<<elseif $pyrewith is "sadie">>"Hey, you alright?" <<if $knowsadie is 1>>Sadie<<else>>Your companion<</if>> calls from beside you. <<if $stoic gt $expressive>>"Fine." You reply before thinking better of it. "Or, well, maybe not. Think I should head home now. Sorry."<<else>>"Not really, no." You reply earnestly. "Think maybe I should head home now. Sorry."<</if>> She shakes her head. "Nah, I get it. Besides, best not drink if you’re feelin’ off. See you around.<<if $sadiesus gte 30>>Or not. Might be better that way.<</if>>" "Yeah. See you." You repeat with a nod, then turn around to leave without so much as a backwards glance.<<elseif $pyrewith is "vreyes">>"Are you all right?" You hear $vmr Zhang say from beside you. <<if $stoic gt $expressive>>"Fine." You reply before thinking better of it. "Or, well, maybe not. Think I should head home now. Sorry."<<else>>"Not really, no." You reply earnestly. "Think maybe I should head home now. Sorry."<</if>> $vHe nods. "I did not think this a wise endeavor to begin with. Ending things here is probably for the best." "Or," Reyes says with a smirk, "we could just call a rain check. Come back another day." $vmr Zhang gives them a flat, disappointed stare. "Ignore them, $mmr $lname. Let me call you a cab. I’d offer a ride but I’d rather you not have to walk all the way back to the parking lot if you’re feeling unwell." "Thanks." You say to $vmr Zhang, heading over to the taxi that was quickly hailed from the pool of them flooding the outside of the clubs and bars.<</if>><</if>> <span class="next"><<button "//Home sweet home. Here we come.//" "chap4">><</button>></span><<else>><<if $timetraveled is 1>>Standing still in the middle of the sidewalk, you prepare yourself. //Envision the $timeview.// And let it send you back. For a moment, nothing happens. For a moment, you think the last time you tried this must’ve been a fluke, some sick cosmic joke. //A delusion.// You take in a shaky breath, close your eyes, and //focus.// The lights behind your eyes, stoplights and neons of the street, suddenly vanish. The world’s gone white, blinding and empty. And then you feel it, a drag of //something// pulling you back, back, //back.// Your center of gravity is shifted, lurched and thrown, until it suddenly stutters into place. You blink as the world reforms around you, white fading into the dim artificial light, and you find yourself standing just before your front door, mere moments from leaving. With a stumbling step, you slump against the nearby wall, arms trembling, legs giving out, you slide down, resting on arms that barely holding your weight where they press against the floor boards. Nauseous, motion sick, you throw up on the floor. Unable to do anything more than wait for the feeling to pass. You recall, almost hysterically, that you ran out of paper towels yesterday. //Guess you’ll have to make due with whatever you have lying around to mop this up.// Just another problem to add to the pile. <<if $pyrewith is "solo">>Shaking your head, you manage to pull yourself up and drag yourself over to your bedroom.<<elseif $pyrewith is "amara">>As much as you’d like to go collapse in bed and forget everything that’s happened, you do still need to call back Amara and let her know you’re canceling. Which you’ll do. As soon as you remember how to stand without the room spinning. Soon enough, phone pressed to your ear, dial tone ringing, you explain what’s happened. Well, the part where you’re too sick to stand at least. "Oh no! Are you going to be okay?" You hear Amara say, voice bright with worry. <<if $stoic gt $expressive>>"I’ll be fine." You manage to grit out as you struggle to drag yourself to the couch. "Or, well, maybe by tomorrow. Sorry Amara."<<else>>"I will be. After some rest and medication." You say as you try to drag yourself to the couch. "Think maybe I should go lie down. Sorry for canceling on you last minute Amara."<</if>> "It’s fine, obviously you aren’t feelin’ well. Clubbing would be a terrible idea. You should go rest. I’ll text you tomorrow, okay?" "Okay. Thanks Amara." You say as you hang up.<<elseif $pyrewith is "v">>As much as you’d like to go collapse in bed and forget everything that’s happened, you do still need to call back $vmr Zhang and let $vhim know you’re canceling. Which you’ll do. As soon as you remember how to stand without the room spinning. Soon enough, phone pressed to your ear, dial tone ringing, you explain what’s happened. Well, the part where you’re too sick to stand at least. "Are you going to be all right?" You hear $vmr Zhang say, tone quietly worried. <<if $stoic gt $expressive>>"I’ll be fine." You manage to grit out as you struggle to drag yourself to the couch. "Or, well, maybe by tomorrow. Sorry $vnick."<<else>>"I will be. After some rest and medication." You say as you try to drag yourself to the couch. "Think maybe I should go lie down. Sorry for canceling on you last minute $vnick."<</if>> "Truthfully, I did not think this a wise endeavor to begin with. But I am sorry to hear you’re unwell. Do let me know if you need to take tomorrow off, it’d be no trouble." "Thanks. I’ll keep you updated." You say as you hang up.<</if>> <span class="next"><<button "//Now, let’s see if you can make it to bed.//" "chap4">><</button>></span><<else>>Standing still in the middle of the sidewalk, you prepare yourself. //Envision the $timeview.// And let it send you back. As it was before, it takes a moment for it to happen. The world gone white, sudden, haltingly. Gravity pulling you down. And then you find yourself standing just before your front door, mere moments from leaving. You feel sick again, dizzy and shaking, but not as nauseous. Not as weak. One stumbling step is all it takes before you right yourself. //Maybe you’re getting used to this?// Or it could just be luck. Who knows? You certainly don’t. <<if $pyrewith is "solo">>Shaking your head, you drag yourself over to your bedroom.<<elseif $pyrewith is "amara">>As much as you’d like to go collapse in bed and forget everything that’s happened, you do still need to call back Amara and let her know you’re canceling. Soon enough, phone pressed to your ear, dial tone ringing, you explain what’s happened. Well, the part where you started feeling sick anyway. "Are you going to be okay?" You hear Amara say, voice tinged with worry. <<if $stoic gt $expressive>>"I’ll be fine." You reply casually before thinking better of it. "Or, well, maybe by tomorrow. Sorry Amara."<<else>>"I will be. After some rest and medication." You say as you seat yourself on the couch. "Think maybe I should go lie down. Sorry for canceling on you last minute Amara."<</if>> "It’s fine, if you aren’t feelin’ well you aren’t feelin’ well. Clubbing would be a terrible idea. You should go rest. I’ll text you tomorrow, okay?" "Okay. Thanks Amara." You say as you hang up.<<elseif $pyrewith is "v">>As much as you’d like to go collapse in bed and forget everything that’s happened, you do still need to call back $vmr Zhang and let $vhim know you’re canceling. Soon enough, phone pressed to your ear, dial tone ringing, you explain what’s happened. Well, the part where you started feeling sick anyway. "Are you going to be all right?" You hear $vmr Zhang say, tone quiet. <<if $stoic gt $expressive>>"I’ll be fine." You reply casually before thinking better of it. "Or, well, maybe by tomorrow. Sorry $vnick."<<else>>"I will be. After some rest and medication." You say as you seat yourself on the couch. "Think maybe I should go lie down. Sorry for canceling on you last minute $vnick."<</if>> "Truthfully, I did not think this a wise endeavor to begin with. Regardless, do let me know if you need to take tomorrow off, it’d be no trouble." "Thanks. I’ll keep you updated." You say as you hang up.<</if>> <span class="next"><<button "//Shitty mattress here we come.//" "chap4">><</button>></span><</if>><</if>>

<<if $chap3sub is "stealthvip">>Scanning the crowd, it doesn’t take long to find your opportunity. A couple, seated at a table nearby, the air around them already tense. One little thing, and it’ll all boil over. They just need a good push. Deliberately, casually, you walk over to them, passing by their table and subtly bumping into the glass held loosely in the man’s hand. Drunk as he is, he doesn’t manage to stop it in time. And it spills. //Drenching// the front of his date’s shirt. "Shit. Sorry babe, let me—" She doesn’t let him finish. Bolting up from her seat, hands fisted at her side. She looks at him, takes one deep breath, and then slaps him. Hard. Rings glittering on her fingers. <<if $kindness gte $callous>>//Ouch.// You wince, feeling a bit guilty. //That’s gotta hurt.//<<else>>//Well, sucks for him.// You think with a barely suppressed laugh.<</if>> The bouncer is swift to move over to the pair—away from his post—keen to break up the fight before it escalates as they start to shout at each other. The woman looking close to snapping completely. It’s unfortunate then, that you won’t get to see how the fight ends. <<if $stealth lt 30>><<set $blackrosesus += 5>>Moving quickly, you slip under the rope and head upstairs before anyone sees you. Well, at least, you //hope// no one saw you.<<else>>Moving quickly, you slip under the rope and head upstairs before anyone sees you.<</if>><<elseif $chap3sub is "perceptionvip">>Hunkering down in a booth closer to the stairs, you watch the bouncer out of the corner of your eye. Careful not to make your staring too obvious. He seems impatient, arms crossed, tapping his fingers against his arm. He glances from the silver watch on his wrist to the crowd, looking for someone. Waiting. You recline into the high-backed black velvet of the booth, and slip your phone out of your pocket, briefly checking the time—only a few minutes til the hour—//shouldn’t be long now.// Despite knowing it would happen, you still startle minutely when it happens, the bouncer, having noticed someone approaching from across the room, begins to walk away. Straightening up, you prepare to run over. //Here’s your chance.// It’s a slim window, his replacement is already on the way. <<if $perception lt 30>><<set $blackrosesus += 5>>You can only hope the crowd between you covers your movement.<<else>>But the crowd separating you should mask your movements.<</if>> Rushing to the stairs, you slip under the rope, and head up before anyone sees you. No shouts or steps follow.<<elseif $chap3sub is "persuadevip">>Walking up to the bouncer, you give him a small smile and wave. "Excuse me? I have a meeting upstairs soon, if you could just let me through…" The man gives you a once over, taking in your state of dress, your body language, staring hard into your eyes. //Trying to catch you in a lie.// A convincing act is not simply found in words, its how you hold yourself, how you walk, the expression you wear. Any trace of a lie is made obvious to those who know what to look for if your act isn’t up to snuff. <<if $persuasion lt 30>><<set $blackrosesus += 5>>You may not be the best when it comes to this—deception, acting—but you aren’t hopeless either. Lying is an essential part of your job after all. You should be able to pull this off.<<else>>You’ve always been good at it. Deceiving, lying, acting. It’s an essential part of your job, after all. Social engineering. Gain their trust, then use it to get what you need. You doubt this will be much different.<</if>> Eventually, he nods. "Alright. Just give me a sec, gotta check the list first. Your name?" You cross your arms, eyes darting around. Impatient. //Nervous.// "Is that really necessary? I can’t afford to be late, my boss…" You shudder. "Let’s just say, that I’d //really// rather not upset $vhim." His brows furrow, a flash of sympathy crossing his features before returning to a blank, stony mask of indifference. "You’re apart of //that// meeting? Thought that was later, but, shit. Alright. Yeah, I wouldn’t want you to get in any trouble. You can go ahead. Just don’t tell anyone ‘bout this." "Thank you so much." You say with a smile, stepping past the red rope gate he’s holding open for you and heading up the stairs.<<else>>Walking up to the bouncer, you don’t waste a second, already giving him a haughty, impatient stare. "I have a meeting. If you could get out of my way, that’d be great." The man’s eyes twitch, as if resisting the urge to roll them. He gives you a once over, taking in your state of dress, your body language, staring hard into your eyes. //Trying to catch you in a lie.// You keep your face a stone wall, the picture of impudence. Confidence. You know who you are, and where you’re supposed to be, just believe it enough and he will too. <<if $intimidation lt 30>><<set $blackrosesus += 5>>You may not be the best when it comes to this—acting, intimidation—but you aren’t hopeless either. Just maintain the lie, the role you’re playing, and you should be able to pull this off.<<else>>You’ve always been good at it. Acting, intimidation. It’s a useful part of your job, after all. Threaten, apply enough pressure, and they always crack. You doubt this will be much different.<</if>> Eventually, he nods. "Alright. Just give me a sec, gotta check the list first. Your name?" You cross your arms, eyes narrowing. Annoyed. //Angry.// "Don’t you know who I am? What business are you people running? You’ve got to be kidding me. I //refuse// to be late because of //your// incompetence." His brows furrow, a flash of anxiety crossing his features before returning to a blank, stony mask of indifference. "I apologize, I didn’t mean to make you late. Please, go right ahead." "Took you long enough." You say with a huff, stepping past the red rope gate he’s holding open for you and heading up the stairs.<</if>> <span class="next"><<button "Easy as that." "chap3pyrebugnext2">><</button>></span>

What you find before you on the club’s second floor is, truthfully, about what you expected. A hallway. With six doors equally spaced out, all decked out in ostentatious crushed red velvet and gold numbered plates. Black marble tiles line the floor, and the walls—trimmed with gold crown molding. It is, in a word, gaudy. The sort of wealth display that is meant to make a statement moreso than actually look good. A quick scan nets nothing of interest. There don’t appear to be any cameras. <<if $perception gte 30>>Hidden or otherwise. Or, at least, none you’re able to suss out, and you usually //are// fairly good at that. <</if>>Not that their absence is particularly surprising given what sort of people you imagine frequent the place. With the hallway cleared, you turn to the first door on your right and test the handle. Unlocked. //Odd.// Or, maybe not, given that the only way up is guarded by security. Peeking inside, you see a small square room, all perfectly neat and clean. Two red brocade couches, a single plush armchair, a glossy cherry wood table in the middle, a black rug underneath, and a potted plant in the far corner. Again, no cameras you can make out, likely any meetings taking place are meant to be //completely// private.<<if $augustcam is "seen">> Which also explains why Amara’s program didn’t pick up anything from inside the club.<</if>> The room looks undisturbed, like it was straightened days ago and hasn’t seen use since. That in mind, you cross the hall to the next. A quick once over reveals the same scene as the previous. The next two are no different. It’s only when you come to the fifth room that you spot something out of place. A cigarette butt, put out and abandoned in the soil of the plant in the corner. The rest of the room looks just as well kept as the others, but between that and a faint smell of smoke in the air you’d wager someone was here recently. Likely within the last several hours. You’re almost certain this is the room you’re looking for. Just to make sure, you dart across the hall to the last one but find nothing to indicate it was recently in use. Nothing out of place. No signs of anyone existing in the space. Returning back to the fifth room, you slip the bug out of your pocket. Now, you just need to plant it somewhere it won’t be seen. //And hope August doesn’t use any other rooms for his dealings.// *<<link "Under the rug, specifically at one of the edges where it lays under the middle couch." "chap3pyrebugnext3">><<set $pyrebug to "rug">><</link>> *<<link "Buried in the soil of the plant, it’s waterproof, and it seems to be a place few check given the missed cigarette butt." "chap3pyrebugnext3">><<set $pyrebug to "plant">><</link>> *<<link "On the underside of the table, it comes with a small attachment to latch onto things just for these types of situations." "chap3pyrebugnext3">><<set $pyrebug to "table">><</link>> *<<link "Between the cushions of the middle couch. It’ll be the best place for picking up conversations, if somewhat more likely to be discovered." "chap3pyrebugnext3">><<set $pyrebug to "couch">><</link>>

Setting the bug into place<<if $pyrebug is "plant">>, careful not to get it //too// deep into the dirt, you do still actually want to hear any conversations after all,<</if>> you pull out your phone to see if it’s working properly. Holding your phone up to your ear, you stand in the middle of the room and speak. And are pleased to hear your own voice echoed back at you through the speaker. //Perfect.// So long as it stays undiscovered, you should be good to go. Though, even if it //is// ever found, well, Amara’s made modifications to both the bug and your phones to ensure it’s untraceable. The chances of it being linked back to you should be slim. //You hope.// <<if $blackrosesus gte 20>>With that done, you’re quick to leave, the bouncer downstairs letting you pass without so much as a glance, and just like that, you’re out the door. Feeling a heady rush of adrenaline at what you’ve just gotten away with. What you //thought// you’d gotten away with. Leaning against the wall by the entrance stands a man, one hand slipped into his pocket and the other holding a lit cigarette. Red embers fading and falling away. <<if $knowaugust is 1>>//August.//<<else>>//Your killer.//<</if>> You try to walk past him—surely, he can’t know what you’ve been up to—but he’s quick to intercept your path. "Back so soon? And for such a brief visit." He says condescendingly. "What a shame. <<if $knowaugust is 1>>I had //so// hoped to spend more time with you.<<else>>I had hoped to get to know you.<</if>> Oh well. I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other again soon. Take care now, $fname." And with that, he smothers his cigarette butt under his heel and heads back towards the club. Turning back at the door with a mocking smile and wave. //Shit. That can’t be good.// *<<link "This changes nothing. Of course he already knows who you are. He’s been hired to kill you. Just continue home. You’ll deal with any fallout as it comes." "chap3pyrebugnextend">><<set $augustconfront to "leave">><</link>> <<if $pyrebug is "maybelater">>*<<link "You can’t leave things like this. Go back in time to before you came out to plant the bug. This entire outing was a mistake." "chap3pyrett1">><<set $timetraveled += 1>><<set $blackrosesus to $tbrs>><</link>><<else>>*<<link "You can’t leave things like this. Go back in time to before you came out to plant the bug. You’ve still got some information, forget the damn thing." "chap3pyrett1">><<set $timetraveled += 1>><<set $blackrosesus to $tbrs>><</link>><</if>><<if $equip is "bugandmace">>*<<link "Don’t you still have that can of mace on you? Use it." "chap3pyrebugnextend">><<set $augustconfront to "maced">><</link>><</if>><<else>>With that done, you’re quick to leave, the bouncer downstairs letting you pass without so much as a glance, and just like that, you’re out the door. Feeling a heady rush of adrenaline at what you’ve just gotten away with. <span class="next"><<button "//And now, all that’s left to do is wait.//" "chap4">><</button>></span><</if>>

<<if $augustconfront is "leave">>With that in mind, you let the club fade far into the horizon, until it’s no more that a dot against the sky. Your apartment complex coming closer by the second. Now, all that’s left to do it is wait. <span class="next"><<button "//Let’s hope your gamble payed off.//" "chap4">><</button>></span><<else>>For a moment, all is still, silent. <<if $knowaugust is 1>>August<<else>>He<</if>> looks at you from the doorway, cocky and self-assured, waiting to see how you’ll respond before he slinks back inside. //Oh, if it’s a reaction he wants out of you, he’ll get it.// "Hm? Have something to say? I’m surprised, really thought I’d send you running for the hills. Well, go on then. Let’s see what you—" You don’t bother letting him finish, aiming straight for the face, his eyes widening in shock, you press down and— You aren’t sticking around to see how he reacts, sprinting down the street, no destination in mind. Just—away. <<if $knowaugust is 1>>August’s<<else>>His<</if>> irate cussing and shouting fading off into the distance. //You… really did that.// You just hope he’s not following you, <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>barely <</if>>turning your head to check. //Well, you don’t see him anyway.// Given the crowded streets and your head start, you’ve likely lost him if he was after you at all. And, you did get him right in the eyes. As the weight of the situation hits you, you feel near hysterical. Laughter bubbling up, you stop dead in the middle of the sidewalk for a moment to try to regain yourself. //Oh, that is so coming back to bite you.// But fuck if it wasn’t funny. Though you doubt //he’ll// see any humor in it. Best leave the area while you can. With that in mind, you let the club fade far into the horizon, until it’s no more that a dot against the sky. Your apartment complex coming closer by the second. Now, all that’s left to do it is wait. <span class="next"><<button "//Let’s hope you haven't just made everything worse.//" "chap4">><</button>></span><</if>>

<<set $pyrebug to "none">><<if $timetraveled is 1>>Standing still in the middle of the sidewalk, you prepare yourself. //Envision the $timeview.// And let it send you back. For a moment, nothing happens. For a moment, you think the last time you tried this must’ve been a fluke, some sick cosmic joke. //A delusion.// You take in a shaky breath, close your eyes, and //focus.// The lights behind your eyes, stoplights and neons of the street, suddenly vanish. The world’s gone white, blinding and empty. And then you feel it, a drag of //something// pulling you back, back, //back.// Your center of gravity is shifted, lurched and thrown, until it suddenly stutters into place. You blink as the world reforms around you, white fading into weak artificial light, and you find yourself standing in the middle of your bedroom. The very same spot where you had gotten ready to leave for your second visit to Club Pyre some time earlier. With a stumbling step, you slump over next to your bed, arms trembling, barely holding your weight. Nauseous, motion sick, you throw up on the floor. Unable to do anything more than wait for the feeling to pass. Eventually, you manage to pull yourself up onto the mattress. Closing your eyes against the lit room, you try to rest. <span class="next"><<button "//You’ll deal with the rest come morning.//" "chap4">><</button>></span><<else>>Standing still in the middle of the sidewalk, you prepare yourself. //Envision the $timeview.// And let it send you back. As it was before, it takes a moment for it to happen. The world gone white, sudden, haltingly. Gravity pulling you down. And then, you find yourself standing in the middle of your bedroom. The very same spot where you had gotten ready to leave for your second visit to Club Pyre some time earlier. You feel sick again, dizzy and shaking, but not as nauseous. Not as weak. One stumbling step is all it takes before you right yourself. //Maybe you’re getting used to this?// Or it could just be luck. Who knows? You certainly don’t. Shaking your head, you flick off the lights and fall back into bed. <span class="next"><<button "//You’ll deal with anything else come morning.//" "chap4">><</button>></span><</if>>

<<if settings.notifications>><<notify 3s>>New Profile Avaliable!<</notify>><</if>>Personal feelings aside, you can’t help but feel your interaction with him was somehow <<if $optimistic gt $pessimistic>>a prelude of what’s to come<<else>>a warning for what’s to come<</if>>. <span class="next"><<button "//Let’s just hope this doesn’t complicate things.//" "chap3pyrecon4">><</button>></span>

<<if $temp is 1>><<if settings.notifications>><<notify 3s>>New Profile Avaliable!<</notify>><</if>><</if>><<if $pyrewith is "amarafest">>One song bleeds into another as you sit and wait, with little more to do then twiddle your thumbs and occasionally glance over to the dance floor. As if you could pick a single figure out from the dense crowd. It’s a good thing then, that she decided to only go for that one song. "Well, I don’t know about you but //I// had fun." Amara says, bouncing on her heels where she stands beside you. "Good for you." You say <<if $optimistic gte $pessimistic>>genuinely.<<else>>sarcastically.<</if>> "Yeah, I just wish I could’a stayed for a song or two more but, well, looks like we might be needed elsewhere." She juts her chin to the side, and you look over just in time to see the red-haired woman walking away from the bar and towards the back of the club, before being swallowed up by the crowd. "VIP section?" You ask, sitting up straighter, despite already knowing the answer. Amara’s grin takes a mischievous turn. "Good thing I’ve already got a plan or two, huh?" <<if $cautious gt $reckless>>"All right." You say reluctantly. "But we should be careful. We can’t risk getting caught here."<<else>>You grin. "Not like a little trespassing’s ever hurt anyone, right?"<</if>> //Let’s just hope you don’t both end the night in handcuffs.// <span class="next"><<button "Or as a bloodstain on the wall." "chap3pyre6">><</button>></span><<elseif $pyrewith is "vreyes">>One song bleeds into another as you sit and wait, with little more to do then twiddle your thumbs and occasionally glance over to the dance floor. As if you could pick any person out from the dense crowd. It’s a good thing then, that they decided to only go for one song. "Not sure ‘bout the rest of you, but //I// had fun." Reyes says as they slide into the seat across from you. $vmr Zhang sitting next to them with a sigh. "Good for you." You say <<if $optimistic gte $pessimistic>>genuinely.<<else>>sarcastically.<</if>> "Yeah, you should’a joined us. Maybe if the two of us worked together we could crack frosty over here." $vmr Zhang shakes $vhis head. "Contrary to popular opinion, I do enjoy dancing. Just not the sort you’d find in a place like this. Moving on, it seems we may need to inspect the VIP section after all." Jutting $vhis chin to the side, you look over just in time to see the red-haired woman walking away from the bar and towards the back of the club, before being swallowed up by the crowd. "Guess we’ll need to find a way past the bouncer then?" You ask, already knowing the answer. $vmr Zhang nods. "Correct. I have a few plans for once we make it inside as well." <<if $cautious gt $reckless>>"All right." You say reluctantly. "But best be careful, not that I’d expect anything less from you boss."<<else>>You grin. "Good. And it’s not like a little trespassing’s ever hurt anyone, right?"<</if>> //Let’s just hope you don’t all end the night in handcuffs.// <span class="next"><<button "Or as a bloodstain on the wall." "chap3pyre6">><</button>></span><<elseif $pyrewith is "solo" and $sadieishere is 1>>Leaned back into the plush velvet of your booth, you whittle away the time, watching, waiting for something to happen. For them to make a move. Talk to someone. Give you //anything// to work with. Part of you worries you’ll be here all night with nothing to show for it, and the minutes falling away seem to prove that, until, the pair stand up, walking further into the club. Leaping up out of your seat, you rush to follow them before they vanish into the crowd. It’s only due to August’s tall frame and red coat that you manage to keep your eyes on them. Maintaining <<if $cautious gte $reckless>>a careful<<else>>some<</if>> distance between you, you find yourself near the back corner of the club. They pair approaching a bouncer by a staircase, exchanging nods, and then heading up. //VIP section.// You think, taking in the red rope gating the area off. Well, at least you know where to go. Now it’s just a matter of how you’re getting in. An idea forms in your mind. <span class="next"><<button "//Well, this should be fun.//" "chap3pyre6">><</button>></span><<elseif $pyrewith is "amara">><<if $chap3sub is "amaradanceno">>One song bleeds into another as you sit and wait, with little more to do then twiddle your thumbs and occasionally glance over to the dance floor. As if you could pick a single figure out from the dense crowd. It’s a good thing then, that she decided to only go for that one song. "Well, I don’t know about you but //I// had fun." Amara says, bouncing on her heels where she stands beside you. "Good for you." You say <<if $optimistic gte $pessimistic>>genuinely.<<else>>sarcastically.<</if>> "Yeah, I just wish I could’a stayed for a song or two more but, well, looks like we might be needed elsewhere." She juts her chin to the side, and you look over just in time to see <<if $knowaugust is 1>>August<<else>>your hitman<</if>> walk away from the bar and towards the back of the club, before being swallowed up by the crowd. "VIP section?" You ask, sitting up straighter, despite already knowing the answer. Amara’s grin takes a mischievous turn. "Good thing I’ve already got a plan or two, huh?" <<if $cautious gt $reckless>>"All right." You say reluctantly. "But we should be careful. We can’t risk getting caught here."<<else>>You grin. "Not like a little trespassing’s ever hurt anyone, right?"<</if>> //Let’s just hope you don’t both end the night in handcuffs.// <span class="next"><<button "Or as a bloodstain on the wall." "chap3pyre6">><</button>></span><<else>>Sitting back at the high-backed booth from before, you find Amara already there waiting for you. "Hey $fname!" She says with a wave. "Welcome back, got anything good?" <<if $vipaccess is "known">>"Not too much. I //did// hear something about a VIP section. I think they might be having a meeting in there soon, so that could be an avenue worth pursuing." "Oh yeah? I actually found something out about that too. The VIP part, I mean. Now I’m even more convinced, it //has// to be something right?" "You’re going to have to go into more detail there. What did you find exactly?"<<elseif $bouncerwarning is 1>>"I wouldn't call it 'good', but I //did// have a weird interaction with a bouncer." "Weird how? Like, we need to leave right now kinda weird or...?" "No, it was..." You trail off, unsure how to explain what just happened. "Not like that. Just warning me about the person I was talking to earlier. Nothing that will help us right now." "Well, it's something to keep in mind I guess. As for my part, I found something that might be useful. Maybe." "Yeah? What did you find?"<<else>>"Not really, unfortunately. It was a total bust." You say with a frustrated sigh. "That’s okay! I got something that might be useful. Maybe." "Yeah? What did you find?"<</if>> Amara wastes no time pulling out her phone, turning it around to show you a photo of what appears to be a corner in the club. A staircase sits there guarded by a bouncer and gated off with a red rope. "So, the VIP section is //definitely// suspicious. See where the cameras are placed, here and here." She points to the walls beside the stairs. "They seem to be positioned deliberately to create a blind spot around the stairs. Could just be that way for privacy but… yeah. I feel like there’s more goin’ on here. Or, I’m just being paranoid. Could be either really." "No, no, I actually agree. <<if $chap2path is "ppamara" or $festpath is "amara">>Based on what we already know about the place, I think you may actually be underselling it. <</if>>Remember the man I pointed out earlier, by the bar. His presence here alone is enough for me to be suspicious of the place. Don't doubt your instincts." "Yeah, I guess. But if that’s the case, how do you wanna proceed? Actually, how do you know that guy in the first place, if you don’t mind me askin’?<<if $festpath is "amara">> And that lady we were watchin' last night for that matter.<</if>>" Shifting in your seat, you let you gaze fall on the man as he sits at the bar. "I… don’t really. I just—I need to get everything I can on <<if $festpath is "amara">>them. For my own sake. I think the two of them are dangerous. Gang members, maybe. If I don’t figure this out…<<else>>him. For my own sake. I think he's really dangerous. A gang member, maybe. If I don’t figure this out…<</if>>" You trail off, uncertain whether it’s even worth it to finish that sentence. //What could you even tell her? The truth? As if anyone would believe it.// "That sounds pretty serious. What have you gotten yourself into $fname? It isn’t anything related to work is it? You know the boss would help if it was." You shake your head, turning back to Amara. "No, it’s nothing like that. Frankly, I don’t understand it myself. It just sort of happened. I’m sorry I dragged you into this Amara. I probably should have been upfront with all this, huh?" "Not gonna lie, that would’ve been nice, yeah. But, I already agreed to come didn’t I? <<if $chap2path is "ppamara" or $festpath is "amara">>I knew if we came here in person there might be a risk. So, that was my choice, and I’m sticking to it damnit.<<else>>Didn't ditch'ya when you told me we were here for more than clubbin'. So, that was my choice, and I’m sticking to it damnit.<</if>><<if $airel gte 30>> Besides, wouldn’t want anything to happen to my partner in crime now would we?<</if>>" *<<link "“Thank you. I really appreciate all you’ve done.” You reply softly, sincerely." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $airel += 5>><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><</link>> *<<link "“Thanks Amara. I appreciate you being so understanding about all this.” You say, with a relieved smile." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $airel += 5>><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><</link>> *<<link "“Thanks, you’re the best! I owe you one. Seriously. Don’t feel like writing your reports for a week? I got you.” You say with a wide smile." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $airel += 5>><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><</link>> *<<link "“Good. So long as you actually stick to your word.” You respond dismissively." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $airel -= 5>><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><</link>> *<<link "“Thank you. I really—this means a lot to me, that you’d do this. I, yes. Thanks. Again.” You respond, tripping over your own words, suddenly tongue-tied under the full force of her sincerity. $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $airel += 5>><<set $airo += 1>><</link>> <<if $airel gte 30>>*<<link "“Partners in crime, huh? I like the sound of that.” You respond coyly, a grin on your lips. “Guess you’re stuck with me now.” $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $airel += 5>><<set $airo += 1>><</link>><<else>>*<<link "“Guess this makes us partners in crime now, don’t you think?” You respond coyly, a grin on your lips. “Guess you’re stuck with me now.” $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $airel += 5>><<set $airo += 1>><</link>><</if>><</if>><<elseif $pyrewith is "v">><<if $chap3sub is "vdanceno">>One song bleeds into another as you sit and wait, with little more to do then twiddle your thumbs and occasionally glance around. As if you could pick any person out from the dense crowd. It’s a good thing then, that $vhe only left for the span of a single song.. "Find anything new?" You ask as $vhe settles back down across from you. $vmr Zhang shakes $vhis head. "Nothing of note, unfortunately. That being said, it seems we may need to inspect the VIP section after all." With a subtle gesture to the side, you look over just in time to see <<if $knowaugust is 1>>August<<else>>your hitman<</if>> walk away from the bar and towards the back of the club, before being swallowed up by the crowd. "Guess we’ll need to find a way past the bouncer then?" You ask, already knowing the answer. $vmr Zhang nods. "Correct. I have a few plans for once we make it inside as well." <<if $cautious gt $reckless>>"All right." You say reluctantly. "But best be careful, not that I’d expect anything less from you boss."<<else>>You grin. "Good. And it’s not like a little trespassing’s ever hurt anyone, right?"<</if>> //Let’s just hope you don’t all end the night in handcuffs.// <span class="next"><<button "Or as a bloodstain on the wall." "chap3pyre6">><</button>></span><<else>>Sitting back at the high-backed booth from before, you find $vhim already there waiting for you. "$mmr $lname." $vmr Zhang greets you calmly. "Anything to report?" <<if $vipaccess is "known">>"Not too much. I //did// hear something about a VIP section. I think they might be having a meeting in there soon, so that could be an avenue worth pursuing." $vHe nods at that. "I see. That area of the club garnered my notice as well. If we are to gain anything from tonight, I believe it will be there. But—"<<elseif $bouncerwarning is 1>>"I wouldn't call it 'good', but I //did// have a weird interaction with a bouncer." "Weird how exactly? Should we consider leaving early?" "No, I don't think so. It was..." You trail off, unsure how to explain what just happened. "Not like that. She was just warning me about August. Nothing we didn't already know." "I see." $vmr Zhang says with a thoughtful nod. "That should be fine. I did discover something of note myself, an area of the club that stand apart from the others. The VIP section. If we are to gain anything from tonight, I believe it will be there. But—"<<else>>"Not really, unfortunately. It was a total bust." You say with a frustrated sigh. "I see." $vmr Zhang says with a thoughtful nod. "That's all right. I did discover something of note myself, an area of the club that stand apart from the others. The VIP section. If we are to gain anything from tonight, I believe it will be there. But—"<</if>> "We’ll need to proceed with caution. I know, don’t worry boss. We’ve got this." $vmr Zhang just sighs at your interruption. "Moving on then. I was going to suggest we move to a booth or table closer to the VIP section. Over there, in the back left corner." $vHe says, turning $vhis head towards it. Perching up in your seat, you spot the area in question. It’s more secluded than the rest, with a handful of booths set against the wall, some feet away from the dance floor. In the very back, you see a staircase, a man—most likely a bouncer based on what you can tell—standing guard at the bottom. "I see you’ve gone for the subtle approach." $vHe says as you settle back down. //Whoops.// "I would prefer to end the night without getting into any real danger, you know. As… //fun// as all this has been." $vmr Zhang huffs, but wears a faint smile regardless. *<<link "“Right, of course. Thank you for coming with me.” You reply softly, sincerely." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $vrel += 5>><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><</link>> *<<link "“It certainly has been. Thank you, I really appreciate you agreeing to this.” You say, with a kind smile." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $vrel += 5>><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><</link>> *<<link "“Oh for sure, who doesn’t love a good undercover op? Or, well, whatever you’d call what we’ve gotten up to tonight.” You say with a wide smile." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $vrel += 5>><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><</link>> *<<link "“It’ll be ‘fun’ once we actually find something worthwhile.” You respond dismissively." "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $vrel -= 5>><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><</link>> *<<link "“Aw, I knew for all your blustering you’ve been secretly enjoying our little mission tonight, $vnick.” You respond coyly, a grin on your lips. “I know I have.” $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $vrel += 5>><<set $vro += 1>><</link>> *<<link "“Ah, yes. Thank you. I really—this means a lot to me, that you would do this. Thanks. Again.” You respond, tripping over your own words, suddenly tongue-tied at $vmr Zhang’s soft smile. $flirt_label" "chap3pyrecon2">><<set $vrel += 5>><<set $vro += 1>><</link>><</if>><<else>>Leaned back into the plush velvet of your booth, you whittle away the time, watching, waiting for something to happen. Your eyes managing to find August from where you sit despite having lost him briefly before. Waiting for him to make a move. Give you //anything// to work with. As things stand, the only thing he seems to be doing is talking to a bouncer near the entrance. Part of you worries you’ll be here all night with nothing to show for it, and the minutes falling away seem to prove that, until, August suddenly moves, walking further into the club. Leaping up out of your seat, you rush to follow him as soon as he approaches the dance floor before he vanishes into the crowd. It’s only due to August’s tall frame and red coat that you manage to keep from losing him. Maintaining <<if $cautious gte $reckless>>a careful<<else>>some<</if>> distance between you, you find yourself near the back corner of the club. August approaching a bouncer by a staircase, exchanging nods, and then heading up. //VIP section.// You think, taking in the red rope gating the area off. Well, at least you know where to go. Now it’s just a matter of how you’re getting in. An idea forms in your mind. <span class="next"><<button "//Well, this should be fun.//" "chap3pyre6">><</button>></span><</if>>

Opening your messaging app, you’re greeted with <<if ($musicdate is "none" or $musicdate is "solo") and ($vrel lt 35 or $airel lt 35)>>a host of old conversations waiting to be reopened.<<else>>the last conversation you had.<</if>> <<if $musicdate is "amararo" or $musicdate is "amarafriend">>A talk with Amara from after the festival, gushing about the day, making sure you got home safe, alongside a promise to meet up again soon—outside of work that is. You could always strike up a new conversation with her today, if you wanted. You doubt she’d mind.<<elseif $musicdate is "vro" or $musicdate is "vfriend">>A short talk with $vnick from after the festival, making sure you got home safe, telling you to rest well, and that $vhell see you soon—at work that is. You could always strike up a new conversation with $vhim today, if you wanted. $vHed probably answer. You think.<<elseif $airel gte 35>>A talk with Amara that started about work and then somehow devolved into a conversation about the ethics of hacking and how leaking government documents was in fact, cool and acceptable. Recommended even. Not that she would //personally// know. Of course. You could always strike up a new conversation with her today, if you wanted. You doubt she’d mind.<<elseif $vrel gte 35>>A short talk with $vmr Zhang that started about work and eventually ventured into stilted small talk about your days—well, stilted on $vhis end anyway. You swear $vhe chooses to give awkward one word answers on purpose. You could always strike up a new conversation with $vhim today, if you wanted. $vHed probably answer. You think.<<else>>Most of what you see are days old talks with coworkers, all work related, with the occasional spam message trying to sell you something mixed in. //What joy.// You hadn’t realized how little you’ve spoken with anyone outside of work as of late. Unsurprising really, given, you know, everything that’s been happening around you. //Guess now’s as good a time as any to change that.//<</if>> *<<link "Message Amara, see what she’s been up to lately. She’s pretty much always got some project she’s working on." "chap3hometext1">><<set $chap3sub to "amaratext">><<set $textingtime to "aitext">><</link>> *<<link "Message $vmr Zhang, maybe you’ll even manage to get $vhim talking about something other than work." "chap3hometext1">><<set $chap3sub to "vtext">><<set $textingtime to "vtext">><</link>> *<<link "Check out the recent message you have from an unknown number. Who knows? Could be entertaining if nothing else." "chap3hometext1">><<set $chap3sub to "unknowntext">><<set $textingtime to "aatext">><</link>>

The bulk of your work week passes by quickly, the same old song and dance you’ve been doing for years now—you might as well have been on autopilot. It’s only as you come home from work early Thursday evening, the sun flush against the horizon casting the streets in awash of fading orange light, that you feel as though you’re forgetting something. Cutting down the same alley you always do—next to the laundromat, the spin cycle of numerous machines all running at once humming through the walls—you allow the familiar noise to take over and put the thought out of mind. //How important could it be, if you can’t remember it at all.// Half-way down, the sun’s fully set, and the streetlights come on one by one. Half-way down, you start to feel a sense of uneasy creeping down your spine that you can’t explain. Half-way down, you see a man leaning against the wall. A broken stoplight flickering red behind him. He looks to you and you find yourself stopping dead, mere feet away. His coat is red, falling to mid-thigh, eyes shadowed by dark waves of hairs that hit just below his shoulders. His smile is a cruel cut thing, crooked where it stretches taunt over his face. He nods encouraging to you. No, behind you. You don’t have a chance to turn before a pair of hands come to grip your wrists and yank them back, quick and unyielding. A harsh gasp of air forced out of your lungs. //No. No, no no. This has to be a dream.// “Sorry ‘bout this sunshine…” //You need to wake up. Why can’t you wake up?// The pistol bathed red in the light, silvery and almost beautiful. //You need to—// His finger on the trigger. You can’t move, can’t speak. It seems you’ve run out of time. <span class="next"><<button "//Click—//and…" "chap4alt">><</button>></span>

<<if $chap3sub is "amaratext">><<set $amararoomba to 1>>It doesn’t take much to shoot off a quick text to Amara—just a simple greeting, asking how she is, your standard conversation opener. It takes a few minutes before you see her reply come through, she’s usually a bit prompter than that. //Must be busy.// <<type 50ms>><<if $airel gte 30>>//"$fname!! Hi! I’m good, just working on a little something. You know how it is."//<<else>>//"Hey! I’m good, just working on a little something. You know how it is."//<</if>><</type>> *<<link "“Yeah?” You type back. “What is it? Something for work?”" "chap3hometext2">><</link>> *<<link "“Oh? Wish I could be there with you.” You reply without thinking. //Wait. Fuck.// “I mean, to help with whatever it is you’re working on. And only that. Of course.” $flirt_label" "chap3hometext2">><<set $chap3sub to "amaratextflirtfail">><</link>> *<<link "“Oh? Is that so? Do tell, what is this mysterious project of yours? I’m dying to know.” You reply teasingly. $flirt_label" "chap3hometext2">><<set $chap3sub to "amaratextflirt">><</link>> *<<link "“I certainly do, been working on something myself actually.” You type, keeping things vague. “But I’m more interested in yours, what’re you up to?”" "chap3hometext2">><<set $chap3sub to "amaratextint">><</link>><<elseif $chap3sub is "vtext">>It doesn’t take much to shoot off a quick text to $vmr Zhang—just a simple greeting, asking how $vhe is, your standard conversation opener. Prompt, as $vhe ever is, you receive a reply in under a minute. <<type 50ms>><<if $vrel gte 30>>//"I’m fine, thank you. Was there something you needed?"//<<else>>//"I’m fine. Did you need something?"//<</if>><</type>> *<<link "“Not as such,” you type back, “just wondering what you were up to. Working already?”" "chap3hometext2">><</link>> *<<link "“You.” You reply without thinking. //Wait. Fuck.// “Haha, I mean, what’s up //with// you?” $flirt_label" "chap3hometext2">><<set $chap3sub to "vtextflirtfail">><</link>> *<<link "“You.” You reply teasingly. “I’m bored. Keep me company for a minute?” $flirt_label" "chap3hometext2">><<set $chap3sub to "vtextflirt">><</link>> *<<link "“Round the clock armed security? A bulletproof vest?” You type—as a joke. //It is a joke, right?// “Kidding. Of course. I’m just bored. Wanted to see what you were up to.”" "chap3hometext2">><<set $chap3sub to "vtextcon">><</link>><<else>>The text has sat unread for a couple of days now, given you assumed it was some sort of spam. An ad, a phishing scheme, a bot, or all of the above. Nothing worth your time. But upon closer inspection… it has the local area code. //Wrong number?// It’s as likely an explanation as any other. The message itself is rather strange. You hadn't so much as glanced at it before dismissing the notification when it arrived, but, looking at it now, you’re not sure if that was the right choice. <<type 50ms>>//"I don’t usually do this, but I’m drunk enough for it to seem like a good idea. Not that it’s likely to make a difference. But you really should consider a different line of work. A prolonged vacation. Anything to get you away for a while. Would make both our lives so much easier. Yours especially."//<</type>> *<<link "“I’m sorry, but who is this? I don’t have your number saved.” You type in response. //Seems the best place to start given you have no idea whether or not it was even intended for you.//" "chap3hometext2">><</link>> *<<link "“You know as well as I do that leaving such an industry is no easy feat. We’re both constrained by obligation, aren’t we?” You reply, deciding to play along—drum up the drama." "chap3hometext2">><<set $chap3sub to "clowntext">><</link>> *<<link "“Is that so?” You reply, deciding to have some fun with this. “You know what //I// think would make my life so much easier? You.” Tacking a winky face emoji to the end. $flirt_label" "chap3hometext2">><<set $chap3sub to "flirttext">><</link>> *<<link "Actually, you know what? Whoever sent that reads like a serial killer, you aren’t messing with that." "chap3hometext2">><<set $chap3sub to "notext">><</link>><</if>>

<<if $chap3sub is "amaratext">>//"I sure hope I get to use it on the job, but I didn’t make it specifically for that. Just a random project I had rolling around the ol’ noggin. Guess I don’t mind spilling the beans on it. Proverbial not literal. This time."// "Sorry? This time??" //"Ignore that. Anyway. It’s nothing really, just some silly thing I’ve been tinkering away on with Lexi. You know Lexi right? From work? Yeah, well we got together last night, got a bit tipsy, and now my vacuum cleaner might possibly be suitable for recon missions."// "I’m not entirely sure how to respond to that. Good? I mean, I guess that might come in handy? Maybe?" //"It definitely probably will. It’s one of those cute robot ones, I figured maybe the boss might wanna use it. Like a bug? Or a weapon or something or—"// "Amara?" You wait a few minutes with no response. About to give up, you finally receive a message simply reading: //"Not dead. Carpet on fire. It’s fine. Talk later."// //Well that doesn’t sound good.// "Let me know if you need me to call the fire department. I’ll see you later?"<<elseif $chap3sub is "amaratextflirtfail">>//"Is that right? Hehe. Well, I could be persuaded to let you come by sometime for that. And nothing else. Of course. As for what I’ve got cooking right now. Guess I’ve got no choice but to spill the beans. Proverbial not literal. This time."// "Sorry? This time??" //"Ignore that. Anyway. It’s nothing really, just some silly thing I’ve been tinkering away on with Lexi. You know Lexi right? From work? Yeah, well we got together last night, got a bit tipsy, and now my vacuum cleaner might possibly be suitable for recon missions."// "I’m not entirely sure how to respond to that. Good? I mean, I guess that might come in handy? Maybe?" //"It definitely probably will. It’s one of those cute robot ones, I figured maybe the boss might wanna use it. Like a bug? Or a weapon or something or—"// "Amara?" You wait a few minutes with no response. About to give up, you finally receive a message simply reading: //"Not dead. Carpet on fire. It’s fine. Talk later."// //Well that doesn’t sound good.// "Let me know if you need me to call the fire department. I’ll see you later?"<<elseif $chap3sub is "amaratextflirt">>//"Ah, well, I certainly can’t have that now can I? What would I do without you? Guess I’ve got no choice but to spill the beans. Proverbial not literal. This time."// "Sorry? This time??" //"Ignore that. Anyway. It’s nothing really, just some silly thing I’ve been tinkering away on with Lexi. You know Lexi right? From work? Yeah, well we got together last night, got a bit tipsy, and now my vacuum cleaner might possibly be suitable for recon missions."// "I’m not entirely sure how to respond to that. Good? I mean, I guess that might come in handy? Maybe?" //"It definitely probably will. It’s one of those cute robot ones, I figured maybe the boss might wanna use it. Like a bug? Or a weapon or something or—"// "Amara?" You wait a few minutes with no response. About to give up, you finally receive a message simply reading: //"Not dead. Carpet on fire. It’s fine. Talk later."// //Well that doesn’t sound good.// "Let me know if you need me to call the fire department. I’ll see you later?"<<elseif $chap3sub is "amaratextint">>//"So cruel, $fname. To mention such a mysterious project and not elaborate. Ah well, guess I’ll let you keep your secrets. This time. As for me, guess I’ve got no choice but to spill the beans. Proverbial not literal. This time."// "Sorry? This time??" //"Ignore that. Anyway. It’s nothing really, just some silly thing I’ve been tinkering away on with Lexi. You know Lexi right? From work? Yeah, well we got together last night, got a bit tipsy, and now my vacuum cleaner might possibly be suitable for recon missions."// "I’m not entirely sure how to respond to that. Good? I mean, I guess that might come in handy? Maybe?" //"It definitely probably will. It’s one of those cute robot ones, I figured maybe the boss might wanna use it. Like a bug? Or a weapon or something or—"// "Amara?" You wait a few minutes with no response. About to give up, you finally receive a message simply reading: //"Not dead. Carpet on fire. It’s fine. Talk later."// //Well that doesn’t sound good.// "Let me know if you need me to call the fire department. I’ll see you later?"<<elseif $chap3sub is "vtext">>//"I am not in the office yet, no. Not for another hour. I was simply checking my email, in the meantime."// "Oh yeah? Got any interesting jobs lined up for us?" //"No more than usual. A few businesses of decent standing have inquired about our IT services, which should prove good marks. There was also this one email I received, but. No. Nevermind, I’m likely over analyzing it."// <<if $expressive gt $stoic>>"Hey! You can’t just say something like that and not explain!<<else>>"Over analyzing what?<</if>> What was the email?" //"Apologies. I did not mean to worry you, the contents of it were simply a touch strange. It appeared to be a threat. Or, a warning. Perhaps a fellow info broker attempting to scare off competition? It’s likely nothing you need be concerned with, though, I’ve notified security to look into it regardless."// Huh, could that be related to… //No, there’s no way, right?// "Well, I’m sure you have handled. Guess I should let you go, you’ll probably be headed into the office soon I’d imagine." //"You’re quite right, I really should be going now. I will see you for your shift later. Take care, <<if $vrel gte 30>>$fname<<else>>$mmr $lname<</if>>."// "Right. I’ll see you then." You send back, setting your phone down on the table.<<set $vconcern += 1>><<elseif $chap3sub is "vtextflirtfail">>//"That was a rather strange typo <<if $vrel gte 30>>$fname<<else>>$mmr $lname<</if>>. Regardless, to answer your question, I was simply checking my email before work."// "Oh yeah? Got any interesting jobs lined up for us?" //"No more than usual. A few businesses of decent standing have inquired about our IT services, which should prove good marks. There was also this one email I received, but. No. Nevermind, I’m likely over analyzing it."// <<if $expressive gt $stoic>>"Hey! You can’t just say something like that and not explain!<<else>>"Over analyzing what?<</if>> What was the email?" //"Apologies. I did not mean to worry you, the contents of it were simply a touch strange. It appeared to be a threat. Or, a warning. Perhaps a fellow info broker attempting to scare off competition? It’s likely nothing you need be concerned with, though, I’ve notified security to look into it regardless."// Huh, could that be related to… //No, there’s no way, right?// "Well, I’m sure you have handled. Guess I should let you go, you’ll probably be headed into the office soon I’d imagine." //"You’re quite right, I really should be going now. I will see you for your shift later. Take care, <<if $vrel gte 30>>$fname<<else>>$mmr $lname<</if>>."// "Right. I’ll see you then." You send back, setting your phone down on the table.<<set $vconcern += 1>><<elseif $chap3sub is "vtextflirt">>//"If you require company that badly perhaps you should message someone else <<if $vrel gte 30>>$fname<<else>>$mmr $lname<</if>>. Regardless, to answer your question, I was simply checking my email before work."// //Ah, the familiar sting of rejection.// Guess you should’ve seen that one coming. "Oh. Well. Got any interesting jobs lined up for us?" //"No more than usual. A few businesses of decent standing have inquired about our IT services, which should prove good marks. There was also this one email I received, but. No. Nevermind, I’m likely over analyzing it."// <<if $expressive gt $stoic>>"Hey! You can’t just say something like that and not explain!<<else>>"Over analyzing what?<</if>> What was the email?" //"Apologies. I did not mean to worry you, the contents of it were simply a touch strange. It appeared to be a threat. Or, a warning. Perhaps a fellow info broker attempting to scare off competition? It’s likely nothing you need be concerned with, though, I’ve notified security to look into it regardless."// Huh, could that be related to… //No, there’s no way, right?// "Well, I’m sure you have handled. Guess I should let you go, you’ll probably be headed into the office soon I’d imagine." //"You’re quite right, I really should be going now. I will see you for your shift later. Take care, <<if $vrel gte 30>>$fname<<else>>$mmr $lname<</if>>."// "Right. I’ll see you then." You send back, setting your phone down on the table.<<set $vconcern += 1>><<elseif $chap3sub is "vtextcon">><<if $vconcern gt 1>>//"I won’t lie, I know you’re likely just joking around but I’m starting to get rather concerned for you. Are you sure everything is all right, $fname?"// "I’m fine, really." //Are you?// "Sorry about that. Are you already at work?"<<else>>//"Apologies, I know you’re likely just joking around but is everything all right, $fname?"// "Yeah, I’m fine." //Are you?// "Don’t worry. Are you already at work?"<</if>> //"I am not in the office yet, no. Not for another hour. I was simply checking my email, in the meantime."// "Oh yeah? Got any interesting jobs lined up for us?" //"No more than usual. A few businesses of decent standing have inquired about our IT services, which should prove good marks. There was also this one email I received, but. No. Nevermind, I’m likely over analyzing it."// <<if $expressive gt $stoic>>"Hey! You can’t just say something like that and not explain!<<else>>"Over analyzing what?<</if>> What was the email?" //"Apologies. I did not mean to worry you, the contents of it were simply a touch strange. It appeared to be a threat. Or, a warning. Perhaps a fellow info broker attempting to scare off competition? It’s likely nothing you need be concerned with, though, I’ve notified security to look into it regardless."// Huh, could that be related to… //No, there’s no way, right?// "Well, I’m sure you have handled. Guess I should let you go, you’ll probably be headed into the office soon I’d imagine." //"You’re quite right, I really should be going now. I will see you for your shift later. Take care, <<if $vrel gte 30>>$fname<<else>>$mmr $lname<</if>>."//<<set $vconcern += 1>> "Right. I’ll see you then." You send back, setting your phone down on the table.<<elseif $chap3sub is "unknowntext">>It takes several minutes before you receive a response, which, considering you weren’t really expecting one at all, is pretty damn quick. //"No, you certainly wouldn’t know who I am. And, frankly? It doesn’t matter. Especially since I don’t suppose you plan on listening to my advice?"// "Given how vague and cryptic it was? No, not really. Care to argue your case?" //"All I can say is you’ll regret sticking around. And, really, even that reveals too much. Take care sunshine. I hope we never meet."// You try to respond but find yourself unable to. ‘Message unable to be sent', the notification reads. //Did they take out their SIM card? Block me?// Who was that? Maybe…? //Nah, there’s no way, right?// You’re probably overthinking things. With that in mind, you close the conversation and set your phone back on the table.<<elseif $chap3sub is "clowntext">>It takes several minutes before you receive a response, which, considering you weren’t really expecting one at all, is pretty damn quick. //"That we are. Not that I really think you even know who I am. Then again… who knows? Regardless, I don’t suppose you’d reconsider?"// "I really can’t. Leaving just isn’t an option for me." You reply, shocked at the truth of it. //Wasn't this meant to be pretend?// //"I see. What a shame then that it isn’t for me either. Take care sunshine. I hope we never meet."// You try to respond but find yourself unable to. ‘Message unable to be sent', the notification reads. //Did they take out their SIM card? Block me?// Who was that? Maybe…? //Nah, there’s no way, right?// You’re probably overthinking things. With that in mind, you close the conversation and set your phone back on the table.<<elseif $chap3sub is "flirttext">>It takes several minutes before you receive a response, which, considering you weren’t really expecting one at all, is pretty damn quick. //"Oh? I’ll admit, I wasn’t sure you’d respond. And certainly not like this. Under different circumstances, I’d truly enjoy having your attention dear, but right now… Well, I don’t suppose you plan on listening to my advice?"// "Given how vague and cryptic it was? No, not really. Care to argue your case?" //"All I can say is you’ll regret sticking around. And, really, even that reveals too much. Take care sunshine. I hope to God we never meet."// You try to respond but find yourself unable to. ‘Message unable to be sent', the notification reads. //Did they take out their SIM card? Block me?// Who was that? Maybe…? //Nah, there’s no way, right?// You’re probably overthinking things. With that in mind, you close the conversation and set your phone back on the table.<<else>>With that in mind, you close the conversation and set your phone back on the table.<</if>> <span class="next"><<button "//Guess you should get back to things.//" "chap3homecoming1">><</button>></span>

!Chapter 4<<set $chapter to "chapter four">> ---- <<type 50ms>>//Thursday, August 31st.//<</type>> It wouldn’t be an understatement to say that these last few days have been some of the most eventful of your life. Short as it’s been thus far, you’d say you’ve seen more than most. And that’s only taking into account the time //after// you came to work at VZSystems, started stealing corporate secrets and people’s personal data in order to make a quick buck. A scant handful of years not even amounting to half a decade. And yet—none of it holds a candle to this. To the pain of dying, bleeding out on the ground. To wielding the power to bend time itself. It’s something you struggle to comprehend—//days, it’s only been days//—if you’re being honest with yourself. Even with your investigation thus far, you feel no closer to an answer. You know someone wants you dead and that your work is likely related. But the hows and whys still escape you. That’s not to say you’ve made no progress, you’ve been slowly but steadily gaining information on <<if $knowaugust is 1>>August.<<else>>your hitman, August. His name, as you’ve recently learned it.<<set $knowaugust to 1>><</if>><<if $pyrebug isnot "none">><br><br>Hell, you even managed to bug the place he meets clients. Not that it’s paid out yet, <<if $optimistic gte $pessimistic>>though, it’s only been a few days.<<else>>and, frankly, you worry it may never.<</if>> //At least there’s no indication it’s been discovered.//<</if>> But for all that may be worth, it won’t save your life. It won’t change what’s to come. Because today—today is the day you’re supposed to die. Coming home from work, slipping through the shortcut you take past the laundromat, unseen figures, pressed in from both ends. Hands gripping you from behind. A man in red holding a gun, trigger finger inching ever closer. Then—a bloody hole through your chest, slumping down to the pavement. A fate you’d prefer to avoid experiencing another time around. It should be doable, the fact that you were cornered where you were proves they were watching you. Following you. Likely for some time now. //And isn’t that just a lovely thought?// The loud machines of the laundromat combined with little foot traffic in the area makes it a decent spot as any for such a job. And that, is the crux of the issue. They chose to kill you //there//. On this specific day, at a time they knew you’d be passing through. If you were to, say, take a different route or even call out of work altogether, you doubt they’d have much luck in killing you tonight. The hit, unfulfilled, should be delayed. A day, two, a week. However long it takes, it would buy you some time. Something that, despite your newfound abilities, you desperately need. All that in mind, the choice is simple. *<<link "Take a different route home. It’s the most obvious solution." "chap4.1">><<set $chap4sub to "route">><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><</link>> *<<link "Call out from work. You haven’t used up any of your sick days in quite a while anyway." "chap4.1">><<set $chap4sub to "home">><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><</link>> *<<link "Maybe you could try a different approach and confront them head on? A dangerous prospect but, even if it goes wrong, you won’t //really// die, right?" "chap4.1">><<set $chap4sub to "confront">><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><</link>>

//Something’s wrong.// That’s all you can think as you wrench your eyes open, blinking at the too bright space around you. You let out a sharp hiss of air, pain radiating behind your temples. You can hardly move, hardly see, everything around you spinning, colors melding together like the world’s worst expressionist painting. You feel sick. Limbs shaking and weak—if you weren’t already sitting you’re sure you’d be sprawled on the ground. Your heart is pounding against your ribs, pulse fluttering, rapid. You don’t know where you are. //Something’s ''wrong''.// You shouldn’t be here. Shouldn’t be alive. Uncoordinated hands fumble for your chest where a gaping hole should be, but, there’s nothing. No blood or broken skin—nothing remains of the bullet wound you could swear to still feel. //You’ve been here before.// Falling on your side against the… couch? Bed? You can’t tell, everything too hazy and hurting. It’s all you can do to drag yourself to the precipice and—gagging, heaving everything in your stomach, acid burning your throat as it leaves. The putrid smell only makes you feel more ill, having to turn your head away despite your body’s protest at every movement. //At least you didn’t get any on yourself,// you think with a weak laugh, waiting for the pain to go away. For it all to go away. You don’t know how long it takes, only that you closed your eyes to rest for a moment and opened them without the dizzy, sick, ache that gripped you before. The familiar shape of your living room falling into place, you push yourself up, trying to make sense of what’s happening to you. //But you already know, don’t you?// You don’t want to see it, to acknowledge it as real. Because if it is, if you do, that changes everything. Shatters what you thought you knew to be true, tears at the seams of your reality. Because, if it wasn’t a dream then that means— You died. Twice. And somehow have the power to turn the hands of time back in on themselves. To reverse death itself. Somehow… *<<link "This is real." "chap4alt1">><</link>> *<<link "This is a nightmare." "chap4alt1">><</link>>

<<if $chap4sub is "route">>You get off work in the early evening,<<if $timeloop gte 1>> //again//,<</if>> the sun flush against the horizon casting the streets in awash of fading orange light. Normally, you’d simply walk home given the close proximity of your apartment complex from here, but, today, you aren’t taking any chances. Standing inside the lobby of the building VZSystems’ office resides in, you call a cab. The ride, once it finally shows up, is short and uneventful—and ends with an overpriced bill, but you can’t complain. It got you home safely didn’t it? You slump against the door once you’ve made it inside, relief palpable, hands shaking with nerves you thought lost. //You’re alive.// Now, all you need to do is figure out how to keep it that way. <span class="next"><<button "Next" "chap4.2">><</button>></span><<elseif $chap4sub is "home">>Dialing the employee line to the office, you count the dial tones until whoever’s manning the front desk picks up. One, two, three, four… //Click.// "Hello, you’ve reached VZSystems. Which one of you shitheads is calling out today?"A dispassionate voice answers. //Lexi.// You’re quick to recognize. //One of the receptionists.// <<if $expressive gte $stoic>>//Aw, shit.// "No need to call me out like that! C’mon Lexi, aren’t we friends? Actually don’t answer that."<<else>>"…It’s $fname $lname. Sorry." You say, apologizing on impulse.<</if>> You hear a muffled snort. "$fname. Guess you’re not able to make it in? Well, I think you’ve got some PTO, which is already better than the last person who called out. I’m gonna assume you’ll want to use that for today?" "Sure. If you don’t mind. I’m feeling kind of under the weather, you know?" "Yeah, got it. I’ll let $vmr Zhang know. Try not to die. Bye." "Bye." You attempt to answer, but she’s already hung up. //And what a choice of words she’s left you with.//<<if $timeloop gte 1>> //Hah.// Already failed that one. If she only knew…<</if>> Well, you don’t plan out leaving the house any time soon, or going anywhere close to the place you know August will be waiting. No, he won’t be killing you today.<<if $timeloop gte 1>> Or, not again anyway.<</if>> //You’re alive.// Now, all you need to do is figure out how to keep it that way. <span class="next"><<button "Next" "chap4.2">><</button>></span><<else>>So that’s how it’s going to be, is it? <<if $timeloop is 1>>Maybe this isn’t your smartest plan, but, who knows? If nothing else, you might be able to get some information out of them that you didn’t before. Some risks are worth taking, after all. Sometimes more than once. <span class="next"><<button "Let’s see if this one pays out." "chap4.1aa">><</button>></span><<elseif $timeloop is 2>>All right, let’s face it. This is a terrible idea. How many times has he killed you now? Three? And two of those were just today! And yet, part of you can’t help but hope—hope there’s some way to make this work. To fix this. You can’t give up. Not yet. <span class="next"><<button "Not without a fight." "chap4.1aa">><</button>></span><<elseif $timeloop gt 2>><<if $timeloop is 3>><<set $mental -= 5>><</if>>And surely, this time is the one. The one to… What is it you’re trying to accomplish here again? Get more information? Convince him to spare your life? //Die, over, and over, and over again.// No, you need to… If you just… And you’ve invested so much into this, you can’t give it up now. Even if you die, it’s all right. It’s happened so many times<<if $timeloop is 3>> that you barely even register the pain anymore. Which is… <span class="next"><<button "Oh. //Fuck.//" "chap4.1aa">><</button>></span><<else>>, a never-ending purgatory of your own making. No end in sight. When was the last time you slept? The last time you //needed// to sleep? You aren’t sure, but that’s fine. You’re fine. <span class="next"><<button "//Aren’t you?//" "chap4.1aa">><</button>></span><</if>><<else>>And, well, why not? If you play your cards right, you could get some information out of them. Ask the right questions and, if they believe you’ll be dead soon anyway, perhaps they’d be willing to say that which they otherwise wouldn’t. //Consider it your last request.// Of course, you won’t actually die, not truly, but they don’t know that. <<if $reckless gte $cautious>>You smirk. This plan is a dangerous one, but…<<else>>This plan is far riskier than what you’d normally be comfortable with, but…<</if>> Some risks are worth taking. <span class="next"><<button "Let’s see if this is one of them." "chap4.1aa">><</button>></span><</if>><</if>>

<<set $timeloop to 0>><<type 50ms>>//Sunday, September 3rd.//<</type>> The doors to the elevator before you swing open, revealing its empty metal interior. You step inside without a second thought, hitting the button for your intended floor with the sort of thoughtless ease that only comes from years of repetition. //Back to the office again.// You suppress a yawn. You’ll be the first to admit that you weren’t exactly psyched to be going back to work this early after having two days off<<if $chap4sub is "home">>—three actually, if you want to get technical, given //that// day you called out.<</if>><<if $convinceaugust is "dead">> Then, of course, there’s was that whole ‘getting murdered’ thing you had going on. But, well, you managed to avoid August in the end, didn’t you? You even managed to spend your days off relaxing instead of furthering the near constant stress you’ve been experiencing since all this started. Which, on the one hand may not have been the smartest choice given the ever present axe still very much hanging over your head, but, on the other hand, you’re fairly certain that if you hadn’t you would likely just end up having a breakdown. //Not like a couple days will kill you, right?//<<if $knowlucian is 1>> Besides, you //did// get a name from August. A very important one. //Maybe you should ask $vmr Zhang if $vhes got anything on him later?//<</if>><<elseif $convinceaugust is "live">>, not to mention your encounter with August.<<if $augustfavor is 1>> Sure, you may have survived, but it’s not as though he spared you out of the kindness of his heart. You //owe// him. Which is… not ideal. But, that’s a bridge you’ll cross when you get to it.<</if>> On the plus side, you managed to spend your next days off relaxing instead of furthering the near constant stress you’ve been experiencing since all this started. Which, on the one hand may not have been the smartest choice given the ever present axe still very much hanging over your head, but, on the other hand, you’re fairly certain that if you hadn’t you would likely just end up having a breakdown. //Not like a couple days will kill you, right?//<<if $knowlucian is 1>> Besides, you //did// get a name from August. A very important one. //Maybe you should ask $vmr Zhang if $vhes got anything on him later?//<</if>><<else>> You made it out alive and seemingly unscathed. Which is good, obviously. It is. //So why do you feel so uneasy?// Well, at least you managed to spend your days off relaxing instead of furthering the near constant stress you’ve been experiencing since all this started. Which, on the one hand may not have been the smartest choice given the ever present axe still very much hanging over your head, but, on the other hand, you’re fairly certain that if you hadn’t you would likely just end up having a breakdown. //Not like a couple days will kill you, right?//<<if $knowlucian is 1>> Besides, you //did// get a name from August. A very important one. //Maybe you should ask $vmr Zhang if $vhes got anything on him later?//<</if>><</if>> The elevator dings on floor four, the doors sweep open, and you step out. <<if $aarel gte 30 and $augustres gte 2>>A notification chiming from your phone shortly thereafter—a message, the preview simply reading: //"Sorry. Hope you weren’t close."// Huh, you don’t recognize the number. //Who could…// <<else>>A notification chiming from your phone shortly thereafter—looks like spam, you think, about to swipe it away. <</if>>Distracted as you are, you narrowly miss colliding with someone, only just glancing up in time to stop. <<if $stoic gt $expressive>>"Sorry." You say, finally drawn out of your thoughts and straight into a harried looking $vmr Zhang. "Is there something wrong? $vmr Zhang?"<<else>>"Oh, shit. Sorry." You say, finally drawn out of your thoughts and straight into a harried looking $vmr Zhang. "Whoa! Are you okay? Is there something going on, $vmr Zhang?"<</if>> Now that you’re actually looking at $vhim, your <<if $stoic gt $expressive>>question seems<<else>>questions seem<</if>> self-evident. You’ve //never// in your entire time working here seen $vhim like this. So… disheveled. Tired. The dark circles under $vhis eyes may not be new, but they //are// more prominent that usual—you wouldn’t be surprised if $vhe didn’t sleep at all last night. <<if $vname is "Victor">>Then there’s his hair—its once tidy strands are slipping from his ponytail, mused and falling around his head.<<else>>Then there’s her hair—its once tidy strands are mused and messy, and her bangs are left falling loose around her face instead of brushed back.<</if>> $vHis suit is wrinkled and the jacket is hanging open, $vhis shirt misbuttoned and gaping in one place, tie askew and thrown over one shoulder. $vHes even left $vhis reading glasses on, which is a sight so rare you’ve only witnessed it once—after a job nearly went completely south. "You… I didn’t call you?" $vHe asks, trying and failing to keep a subtle but present layer of panic out of the words. "I didn’t… I… //No.// You need to go. Home. Now. The office is closed." <<if $stoic gt $expressive>>//What? Why would…?//<<else>>"Wait, what? Why?"<</if>> $vmr Zhang’s expression shutters, face lined with regret. //No, that’s not it, it’s more like…// "I apologize, $mmr $lname. There’s been a terrible incident. I meant to call everyone working today to inform them //before// they came in, but, clearly, I made a mess of even that." $vHe sighs something heavy and mournful, trembling hand brushing the hair out of $vhis eyes. "Our main receptionist, Ms. Lexi Monroe, is dead." //Grief.// That’s what’s etched into $vhis eyes. Grief and remorse. Guilt. <<if $kindness gte $callous>>"Dead?" You breathe out, eyes blown wide. "But—that can’t. I-I don’t understand. Lexi //can’t// be dead. She’s younger than I am. How could she…" "I’m sorry. I can hardly believe it myself, but it’s true." $vHe shakes $vhis head sadly, eyes closing for a brief moment to collect $vself. "Ms. Monroe is dead. She was murdered last night."<<else>>"Dead?" You ask, brows drawn as you puzzle over the news. "That’s… How? What happened to her?" "It’s… I’m sorry. I could hardly believe it myself when I heard the news." $vHe shakes $vhis head sadly, eyes closing for a brief moment to collect $vself. "Ms. Monroe, she was murdered last night."<</if>> It takes a moment. For that statement to fully sink in. Blood roaring in your ears, vision blurring, you stumble forward, blindly clutching at the edge of the front desk. You see $vmr Zhang’s lips continue to move but the rest never reaches you, your world narrowed down to a single point, teetering on the edge of Occam’s razor. //Oh. So that’s what you were missing.// This whole time, you thought it was about you. Something you did. Someone you wronged seeking revenge. But it was never about you was it? //No.// You’ve been going about this all wrong. It was never //you// they were after. <span class="next"><<button "It was the company." "chap4.21">><</button>></span>

<<set $temp to $augustres>><<if $timeloop gte 1>>You walk home from work—once more—in the early evening, the sun flush against the horizon. The streets dyed sunset orange all over again. <<if $timeloop gt 1>>Your steps heavy and dragging as you near your destination.<<else>>Your steps steady as you near your destination.<</if>><<else>>You walk home from work in the early evening, the sun flush against the horizon casting the streets in awash of fading orange light. Feet carrying you ever closer to your destination.<</if>> //It won’t be long now.// <<if $timeloop gte 1>><<if $cautious gt $reckless>>Your heart races in your chest, recalling the last time you were here. //Deep breaths now $fname.//<<else>>You maintain a cool facade, pretending not to know what’s about to happen. //Pretending not to care.//<</if>><<else>><<if $cautious gt $reckless>>Your heart races in your chest, like a bird beating against its cage. //Deep breaths now $fname.//<<else>>You maintain a cool facade, pretending not to know what’s about to happen. //Pretending not to care.//<</if>><</if>> You’ll do all right. <<if $timeloop gte 1>>As you near the alleyway next to the laundromat, <<if $timeloop gt 1>>you hardly glance at<<else>>you spot<</if>> Sadie leaning against the wall, posed exactly as she was prior. Instead, you head straight for the mouth of the alley. The familiar humming of numerous washers and dryers running together, the scent of exhaust from passing cars filling the air—it barely registers to you<<if $timeloop gt 1>> anymore<</if>>. //Just a few more steps until—//<<else>>As you near the alleyway next to the laundromat, you manage to spot what you missed before—a woman<<if $knowsadie is 1>>, Sadie,<</if>> leaning against the wall. Hiding in plain sight, acting as though she’s no more than a pedestrian loitering about and not a killer on a mission. It’s no wonder you didn’t notice her last time. She doesn’t even glance up at you as you walk over, nothing to give away the game. It won’t work this time. Approaching the mouth of the alley, you hear the familiar humming of numerous washers and dryers all running at once, the scent of exhaust from passing cars filling the air. //Just a few more steps until—//<</if>> <<if $timeloop gte 1>>//August.// It’s strange looking at him now, as much as he tries to sink into the shadows, you don’t think you could miss him if you tried. //Hindsight.// A funny thing that.<<else>>For a moment, you almost miss the figure hiding further down in the shadows, your eyes skipping over him for a second before snapping back in recognition. //August.//<</if>> He turns towards you, cocky grin already in place as he saunters over. Blood red coat trailing behind him, its hue made all the brighter by the flickering stoplight just beyond him. <<if $reckless gt $cautious>>You meet his gaze head on, refusing to be cowed by his affected bravado.<<else>>You can’t meet his eyes, can hardly look at him for more than a moment. Body gone numb.<<if $timeloop gte 1>> Always, always numb.<</if>><</if>> You watch with <<if $pessimistic gte $optimistic>>dread<<else>>detachment<</if>> as he slips one hand into his pocket, reaching for the gun you know to be there. A shadow looming over your shoulders, hands seconds from reaching for //you.// <<if $timeloop gte 1>>//You won’t make the same mistake again.// Although…<<else>>//It’s now or never.//<</if>> *<<link "“Whoa, hey.” You say, quickly interjecting before he’s actually drawn his gun. “Slow down. We can talk about this, can’t we?”" "chap4.1aa1">><<set $chap4sub to "slowdown">><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><</link>> *<<link "//Might as well get straight to the point.// “We need to talk, August.”" "chap4.1aa1">><<set $chap4sub to "talk">><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><</link>> *<<link "You don’t say a thing. Not yet. You let this play out further, wanting to wait until they’re certain they’ve won. Until their reservations are gone." "chap4.1aaslow">><<set $chap4sub to "wait">><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><</link>> *<<link "//Why did you think you could do this?// You feel yourself freeze up. Again. Mouth opening and closing uselessly. //Confront them?// Fat chance of that if you can’t even //speak.//" "chap4.1aaslow">><<set $chap4sub to "freeze">><<set $pessimistic to Math.round($pessimistic * 1.05)>><<set $optimistic to 100 - $pessimistic>><</link>> *<<link "“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” You tease coyly. “Just kidding. I //know// it’s a gun. Right, August?”" "chap4.1aa1">><<set $chap4sub to "flirt">><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>> <<if $metaugustagain is 1>>*<<link "“Fancy seeing you again, August.” You say with a casual air. “And here of all places. What a pleasant surprise.”" "chap4.1aa1">><<set $chap4sub to "tease">><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>><<else>>*<<link "“Fancy seeing you here, August.” You say with a casual air. “What a pleasant surprise.”" "chap4.1aa1">><<set $chap4sub to "tease">><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><<set $augustres += 1>><</link>><</if>>

<<if $chap4sub is "slowdown">><<if $metaugustagain is 1>>"Ah, I suppose you’ve picked up on the situation you’re in then? Well… it //would// be a shame to have our second meeting end so abruptly." August says levelly, eyes darting behind you. "So I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to hear you out, right Sadie?"<<else>>"Oh? You think so?" August drawls, voice slightly mocking, eyes darting behind you. "Well, congratulations, you’ve got my attention. I suppose we could humor you, right Sadie?"<</if>><<if $knowsadie is 0>><<set $knowsadie to 1>><</if>> The woman in question grunts in response. Turning, you see her tall form a mere foot behind you. //Blocked in from both sides. Unable to run.// Strands of bright red hair falling over her face. "Whatever. Just make it quick. Don’t wanna be here all day." "So?" August asks you, cocking his head to the side. "Don’t get all shy on me now. Go ahead and say your piece. Blow me away." You swallow reflexively, throat suddenly drawn taunt and dry. Deep breaths now. //You’ll be fine.// Even if this goes wrong, even if it hurts, it won’t be forever.<<if $timeloop gte 1>> You know that very well.<<else>> You can leave anytime. //Your powers ensure that.//<</if>> No reason to fear the transient.<<elseif $chap4sub is "talk">><<if $metaugustagain is 1>>"Ah, is that so? Well… it //would// be a shame to have our second meeting end so abruptly." August says levelly, eyes darting behind you. "So I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to hear you out, right Sadie?"<<else>>"Oh? You think so? Truly, I’m flattered you even know my name." August drawls, voice slightly mocking, eyes darting behind you. "Well, congratulations, you’ve got my attention. I suppose we could humor you, right Sadie?"<</if>><<if $knowsadie is 0>><<set $knowsadie to 1>><</if>> The woman in question grunts in response. Turning, you see her tall form a mere foot behind you. //Blocked in from both sides. Unable to run.// Strands of bright red hair falling over her face. "Whatever. Just make it quick. Don’t wanna be here all day." "So?" August asks you, cocking his head to the side. "Don’t get all shy on me now. Go ahead and say your piece. Blow me away." You swallow reflexively, throat suddenly drawn taunt and dry. Deep breaths now. //You’ll be fine.// Even if this goes wrong, even if it hurts, it won’t be forever.<<if $timeloop gte 1>> You know that very well.<<else>> You can leave anytime. //Your powers ensure that.//<</if>> No reason to fear the transient.<<elseif $chap4sub is "flirt">><<if $metaugustagain is 1>>"Oh? You managed to notice that did you?" August drawls, eyes darting behind you.<<else>>"Oh? You noticed that did you? Truly, I’m flattered you even know my name." August drawls, voice slightly mocking, eyes darting behind you.<</if>> "Well, congratulations, you’ve caught my attention, sunshine. If you’ve got something to say, now’d be the time, right Sadie?"<<if $knowsadie is 0>><<set $knowsadie to 1>><</if>> The woman in question grunts in response. Turning, you see her tall form a mere foot behind you. //Blocked in from both sides. Unable to run.// Strands of bright red hair falling over her face. "Whatever. Just make it quick. Don’t wanna be here all day." "So?" August asks you, cocking his head to the side. "Don’t get all shy on me now. Go ahead and say your piece. I can tell you’ve got something. Blow me away." You swallow reflexively, throat suddenly drawn taunt and dry. Deep breaths now. //You’ll be fine.// Even if this goes wrong, even if it hurts, it won’t be forever.<<if $timeloop gte 1>> You know that very well.<<else>> You can leave anytime. //Your powers ensure that.//<</if>> No reason to fear the transient.<<else>><<if $metaugustagain is 1>>"Oh? Is it now? How I wish I could say the same." August drawls, eyes darting behind you.<<else>>"Oh? Is it now? How I wish I could say the same. Truly, I’m flattered you even know my name." August drawls, voice slightly mocking, eyes darting behind you.<</if>> "If that’s all, we really should get this over with. Unless… you’ve got something more to say to me. In which was, I suppose we can hear you out, right Sadie?"<<if $knowsadie is 0>><<set $knowsadie to 1>><</if>> The woman in question grunts in response. Turning, you see her tall form a mere foot behind you. //Blocked in from both sides. Unable to run.// Strands of bright red hair falling over her face. "Whatever. Just make it quick. Don’t wanna be here all day." "So?" August asks you, cocking his head to the side. "Don’t get all shy on me now. Go ahead and say your piece. I can tell you’ve got something. Blow me away." You swallow reflexively, throat suddenly drawn taunt and dry. Deep breaths now. //You’ll be fine.// Even if this goes wrong, even if it hurts, it won’t be forever.<<if $timeloop gte 1>> You know that very well.<<else>> You can leave anytime. //Your powers ensure that.//<</if>> No reason to fear the transient.<</if>> *<<link "“Who sent you?” You ask, deciding to play it straight. “I’m not stupid, I know I’m not getting out of this. I can’t fight you. I don’t even have a weapon. So, just tell me—who sent you?”" "chap4.1aa2">><<set $chap4sub to "who">><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><</link>> *<<link "“You don’t have to do this August,” you start, “surely we can work something out. I don’t know how much you were paid but I can—”" "chap4.1aa2">><<set $chap4sub to "money">><<set $optimistic to Math.round($optimistic * 1.05)>><<set $pessimistic to 100 - $optimistic>><</link>> *<<link "“Just tell me this before you—well, you know. Why?” You plead softly. “Why me? What have I done to make someone want to…”" "chap4.1aa2">><<set $chap4sub to "why">><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><</link>> *<<link "You can’t help the tears that well up in your eyes, try as you might to blink them back, all the words you meant to say forgotten. You only manage to get out a choked plea. “Please don’t.”" "chap4.1aa2">><<set $chap4sub to "cry">><<set $pessimistic to Math.round($pessimistic * 1.05)>><<set $optimistic to 100 - $pessimistic>><<set $mental -= 5>><</link>> *<<link "“What if I made you a counteroffer? Something you //won’t// want to refuse.” You say, trying for suggestive. A bold strategy, but, eh, why not? It’s not like he can actually kill you. $flirt_label" "chap4.1aa2">><<set $chap4sub to "seduce">><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><</link>>

<<if $chap4sub is "wait">>"Sadie." August says inclining his head, face suddenly gone still and serious, his hand in his pocket, slipping out the gun. The woman in question reacts without any need for further instruction, grabbing your arms and wrenching them back //hard//. You try to scramble away, panic setting in, but aren’t able to gain an inch. Sadie’s grip is punishing, unyielding. Inescapable. //If you want to ask the question that’s been burning away at you, now’s your last chance before it’s too late.// *<<link "“Who sent you?” You ask, deciding to play it straight. “I’m not stupid, I know I’m not getting out of this alive. So, before you… just tell me—who sent you?”" "chap4.1aaslow1">><<set $chap4sub to "who">><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><</link>> *<<link "“Wait, please. Before you do this, I need to know. Why?” You plead softly. “Why me? What have I done to make someone want to…”" "chap4.1aaslow1">><<set $chap4sub to "why">><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><</link>><<elseif $chap4sub is "freeze">>"Sadie." August says inclining his head, face suddenly gone still and serious, his hand in his pocket, slipping out the gun. The woman in question reacts without any need for further instruction, grabbing your arms and wrenching them back //hard//. You aren’t able to move, aren’t able to think—Sadie’s grip tight and inescapable—panic floods your mind and consumes it entirely. A deer in the headlights, eyes wide and unseeing the moment before the car hits.<<if $timeloop gte 1>><br><br>//No, not again. Please not again.//<</if>> "Sorry ‘bout this sunshine…" *<<link "//...//" "chap4.1aaslow1">><</link>> *<<link "//Stop. Make it stop.//" "chap4.1aaslow1">><</link>><</if>>

<<if $pyrebug is "nobug">>You want to wake up. To fall back asleep. Whatever’s needed to return your life to the way it was before. But that’s not an option anymore, is it? It never really was to begin with, just a frantic ploy by an unsettled mind clinging onto the familiar, refusing to believe the unbelievable. //For all the good that’s done you.// And now? Now, you have to fix it, and, unlike before, you don’t have nearly as much time, your power only drawing you back a couple of days instead of the full week you dithered away the first time. //Two days.// That’s all you have. Two days to find a path forward, to rid yourself of the cycle of death you’d be otherwise ensnared in. *<<link "You don’t know if you can do this." "chap4alt2">><<set $pessimistic to Math.round($pessimistic * 1.05)>><<set $optimistic to 100 - $pessimistic>><</link>> *<<link "You can’t let this continue. You //won’t//." "chap4alt2">><<set $optimistic to Math.round($optimistic * 1.05)>><<set $pessimistic to 100 - $optimistic>><</link>> *<<link "//Patience.// You’ll get through this. One way or another." "chap4alt2">><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><</link>> *<<link "Even if you fail, you’ll still have another chance, right?" "chap4alt2">><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><</link>><<elseif $pyrebug is "none">>You want to wake up. To fall back asleep. Whatever’s needed to return your life to the way it was before. But that’s not an option anymore, is it? It never really was to begin with, just a frantic ploy by an unsettled mind clinging onto the familiar, refusing to believe the unbelievable. //For all the good that’s done you.// And now? Now, you have to fix it, and, unlike before, you don’t have nearly as much time, your power only drawing you back a couple of days instead of the full week you dithered away the first time. //Two days.// That’s all you have. Two days to find a path forward, to rid yourself of the cycle of death you’d be otherwise ensnared in. *<<link "You don’t know if you can do this." "chap4alt2">><<set $pessimistic to Math.round($pessimistic * 1.05)>><<set $optimistic to 100 - $pessimistic>><</link>> *<<link "You can’t let this continue. You //won’t//." "chap4alt2">><<set $optimistic to Math.round($optimistic * 1.05)>><<set $pessimistic to 100 - $optimistic>><</link>> *<<link "//Patience.// You’ll get through this. One way or another." "chap4alt2">><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><</link>> *<<link "Even if you fail, you’ll still have another chance, right?" "chap4alt2">><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><</link>><</if>>

<<if $pyrebug is "nobug">><<if $reckless gte $cautious>>You clench your fists in your lap.<<else>>Your hands tremble in your lap, fear sharp and looming over your head.<</if>> You know what you need to do. What you should’ve done ages ago. You need to find out who wants you dead. You feel as though you’re standing on a cliff’s edge, dark waters rushing below, begging you to take the plunge. To step off and— Go to the only place you might find answers. <<set $pyrewith to "solo">><<if $sadieishere isnot 0>><<set $sadieishere to 0>><</if>><span class="next"><<button "Club Pyre" "chap3pyre">><</button>></span><<else>><<if $reckless gte $cautious>>You clench your fists in your lap.<<else>>Your hands tremble in your lap, fear sharp and looming over your head.<</if>> You know what you need to do. You’ve been to Club Pyre, you know enough to get through this. Now? Now you just need to keep moving forward. You can avoid the fate your killer has in store for you, all you need to do is bide your time and… <span class="next"><<button "//Wait for it.//" "chap4">><</button>></span><</if>>

<<if $chap4sub is "who">>August draws back ever so slightly—gun lowering slowly back to his side—gaze calculating. "Give me $mhis phone." He finally demands. Sadie changes her grip, moving to hold your wrists with one hand and locates your phone with the other. August reaches to snatch it away before she even has it fully in hand. "And check for backups." She sighs, "We’re really doin’ this, huh? Great. Fine. Just hold still and I’ll try to make this quick. Otherwise it’ll be uncomfortable for both of us." It takes a second for the implications of what she’s saying to click. //Oh. They’re checking you for listening devices. Recorders. Which means…// Sadie roughly releases you and starts to pat you down, her touch firm but professional, practiced. It’s no worse than you’ve gotten from TSA but that’s not a particularly high bar. After a thorough inspection and dumping out the contents of every pocket, she nods. "$mhes clear. Far as I can tell anyway." She says, moving back behind you and restraining you once more. "Not like it’d make a huge difference anyway." "In that case…" August says with a smirk. "I suppose I can tell you his name. Not that the knowledge will save you now." //But it can. It will. It has to.// "The person who hired us is Lucian Montagne. You won’t have heard of him. Of that I’m certain." <<if $knowlucian is 1>>You don’t know why you expected to hear anything different, asking the same question, but the name’s only as familiar as you’d expect it to be. That is—essentially not at all, not in any meaningful way. //Well, it was worth a shot…//<<else>><<set $knowlucian to 1>>//Lucian Montagne.// He’s right to say you wouldn’t know the name, but that only adds to the puzzle. A name you don’t know. A grudge you don’t understand. //Maybe some higher-up at a company you’ve infiltrated on a job?// They’d have a valid motive. But, with your memory as good as it is, you’d like to think that if that were the case, then his name would—at the least—sound familiar to you. And yet, it doesn’t. It doesn’t remind you of anything or anyone at all. //So then, why…//<</if>> "Great." Sadie says flatly. "Can we get this over with now? I have shit to do later."<<elseif $chap4sub is "why">>August draws back ever so slightly—gun lowering slowly back to his side—gaze suddenly tinged with something like sympathy. "Oh sunshine, that’s the thing." He says, oddly gentle. "You didn’t do anything at all. Frankly, I’m not convinced anyone //did// anything. This is all just business." "Business? So, it’s because of my job?" You ask <<if $expressive gte $stoic>>overwrought and yet not truly surprised.<<else>>quiet and measured. Calculating.<</if>> "But I’m not even that important. I-I don’t understand." "Who said anything about—" "Sadie." August cuts her off harshly. "Don’t." Sadie grumbles something indiscernible under her breath but otherwise remains quiet. <<if $augustres gte 2>>"I’m sorry I don’t have a better answer for you. I don’t think anyone would want to be the casualty of some megalomaniac’s master plan." He comments cynically, eyes falling away from yours. "Much less you." //What exactly is that supposed to mean?// You wonder distractedly. And why does August seem so… <<elseif $augustres is 1>>"I’m sorry I don’t have a better answer for you. Can’t imagine anyone would want to be the casualty of some megalomaniac’s master plan." He comments cynically. "Much less you." //What exactly is that supposed to mean?// You wonder distractedly. And why does August seem…<<else>>"Sorry I don’t have a better answer for you. Really, //anything// would be better than being the casualty of some megalomaniac’s master plan." He comments with an amused snort. "Oh well, that’s life for you." //And what exactly is that supposed to mean?//<</if>> "If you’re done," Sadie says flatly, "can we get this over with now? I have shit to do later."<<elseif $chap4sub is "freeze">>//You’re helpless to stop this. Unable to act or speak. Your body and mind feel disjointed, separated. Distant.// The pistol in his hand is raised to your chest once more. *<<link "//...//" "chap4.1aaslow2">><</link>> *<<link "//No! You have to speak. Have to—//" "chap4.1aaslow2">><</link>><</if>> <<if $chap4sub is "who" or $chap4sub is "why">><<set $convinceaugust to "dead">>"Fine. Shall we then?" He asks her with a blade of a smirk. "No, wait, please," you say, suddenly desperate to do something, //anything// to convince him to stop, to listen, "don’t you think, that is, we could—" "Now, now $fname. Haven’t I already told you enough? Granted your dying wish?" He says mockingly and adjusts his grip on his gun, the barrel rising to meet your chest.<<if $timeloop gte 1>><br><br>//No, not again. Please not again.//<</if>> "Sorry ‘bout this sunshine…" //Concentrate, you need to go back before—// The pistol in his hand is raised to your chest once more. //Look at the light.// Red. Broken. Flickering. //Use it as a focus and—// His finger moves for the trigger.<<if $timeloop gte 1>><br><br>//Why did you think you could make a difference, change things?//<</if>> You see the $timeview<<if $timeview isnot "hourglass">> of time<</if>> before you, <<switch $timeview>><<case "thread">>see the strands unraveling and falling away.<<case "river">>watch as it flows away, current running in reverse, pulling you along.<<case "hourglass">>watch as the sand is pulled up instead of down, grain by grain, it returns.<</switch>> //Click—//and… The world fades and twists before your eyes, dragged to the force of time unwinding itself. The bullet tears through skin and sinew. The pain brilliant and burning and gone. In a moment—all gone. Back to before. Before this. Before death. Before, before, //before.// Until you’re gone. Until you’re back again. <<if $timeloop gte 1>><span class="next"><<button "Until…" "chap4.1loop1">><</button>></span><<else>><span class="next"><<button "Until…" "chap4.1loop">><</button>></span><</if>><</if>>

<<set $augustres to $temp>><<set $temp to 0>><<set $timetraveled += 1>><<set $timeloop += 1>>Your legs shake and falter underneath you, it’s only sheer luck that prevents you from falling.<<if $timeloop gte 3>> //Again.//<</if>> Bracing yourself against the wall with one hand, you take in a shuddering gasp of air—as if you couldn’t breath before, as if— <<if $timeloop gte 3>>//You see your own body. Still and cold. Blood splattered on the walls, on the pavement, on, and on, and on, and—//<<else>>//Wet and bloody. A broken cough that sends crimson splatters across the pavement. A death rattle as your body gives out and—//<</if>> The next few minutes pass in a<<if $timeloop gte 3>> now familiar<</if>> dizzying blur.<<if $timeloop is 3>> //Will it ever get easier?//<</if>> Somehow, you make it <<if $timeloop gte 3>>back <</if>>to your couch, sunken into the plush cushions and pull out your phone. <<if $timeloop gte 3>>And find just what you anticipated.<<else>>Fingers weak and uncooperative, it takes you a few attempts to unlock it, but once you do, you find a scene much the same as you had before.<</if>> //Thursday still.// And nearly the same time as last. Good. That’s good.<<if $timeloop gte 3>> //Isn’t it?//<</if>><<if $timeloop gt 3>> Then why do you feel so numb? //No.// You need to remember. Need to…<<else>> You know what to do now, don’t you? Or, what //not// to do.<</if>> *<<link "Right. Fuck this. Just take a different route home. You aren’t dealing with August again." "chap4.1">><<set $chap4sub to "route">><</link>> *<<link "Call out from work. You don’t want to leave the house any time soon. You haven’t used up any of your sick days in quite a while anyway." "chap4.1">><<set $chap4sub to "home">><</link>> <<if $timeloop is 2>>*<<link "You could try talking to August. Again. Third time’s the charm, right?" "chap4.1">><<set $chap4sub to "confront">><</link>><<elseif $timeloop is 3>>*<<link "Maybe you’re just not coming at this from the right angle. Would it kill you to try talking to August again? //Wait, actually…// Oh, whatever, you’ll give it another go." "chap4.1">><<set $chap4sub to "confront">><</link>><<elseif $timeloop gte 4>>*<<link "Oh, screw it. Why not confront August again? Doing the same thing repeatedly and expecting different results is a completely valid strategy! Right? Right???" "chap4.1">><<set $chap4sub to "confront">><</link>><</if>>

//Are you even still in there? Is your body your own to control or are you just some hapless onlooker? A passenger to yourself.// His finger moves for the trigger. *<<link "//...//" "chap4.1aaslow3">><<set $chap4sub to "freezefail">><</link>> *<<link "//Speak! Just open your mouth and—//" "chap4.1aaslow3">><<set $chap4sub to "freezetalk">><</link>>

<<if $chap4sub is "freezefail">><<set $mental -= 5>><<if $timeloop gte 1>>//Why did you think you could make a difference, change things?//<</if>> The broken light before you flickers red. All you can do is hold onto it. You see the $timeview<<if $timeview isnot "hourglass">> of time<</if>> before you, <<switch $timeview>><<case "thread">>see the strands unraveling and falling away.<<case "river">>watch as it flows away, current running in reverse, pulling you along.<<case "hourglass">>watch as the sand is pulled up instead of down, grain by grain, it returns.<</switch>> //Click—//and… The world fades and twists before your eyes, dragged to the force of time unwinding itself. The bullet tears through skin and sinew. The pain brilliant and burning and gone. In a moment—all gone. Back to before. Before this. Before death. Before, before, //before.// Until you’re gone. Until you’re back again.<<set $convinceaugust to "dead">> <<if $timeloop gte 1>><span class="next"><<button "Until…" "chap4.1loop1">><</button>></span><<else>><span class="next"><<button "Until…" "chap4.1loop">><</button>></span><</if>><<else>>"Stop." A hoarse voice whispers. //Your// voice. "Please, stop. Don’t—don’t do this." His finger twitches but doesn’t pull the trigger. "Oh? And why should I do that?" <<if $pessimistic gte $optimistic>>"I… I don’t know." You settle on with a humorless laugh. "What could I even offer that would change your mind?"<<else>>"I… I don’t know." You say honestly, trying desperately to come up with something. "Is there anything I could offer that would change your mind?"<</if>> <<if $augustres gte 1>>"Well… truth be told, I’m not //too// committed to this particular job." August says levelly, eyes darting behind you. "Perhaps a trade is in order. I’ll let you live—this time—and all I ask in exchange is a favor." You feel Sadie shift behind you, but, otherwise, she remains silent. You aren’t sure if that’s a good sign or not. "A favor?" You slowly ask, turning it over and over in your mind. //Accepting couldn’t make things worse could it?// As much as you’d like to believe that, you know better. No, the question should be—is it worth it? "You think too much, $fname. I’m not a //monster,// I won’t ask for anything unfair." He says with a rich honeyed voice and a smile of nothing but teeth gleaming in the low light. "So, what do you say? Oh, and best answer quick now, the clock’s ticking." *<<link "“I… Okay. I mean, yes. I accept.” Because really, you’d be a fool not to. //And, isn’t this the outcome you wanted? To live?//" "chap4.1aaslow4">><<set $augustfavor to 1>><<set $optimistic to Math.round($optimistic * 1.05)>><<set $pessimistic to 100 - $optimistic>><</link>> *<<link "“No.” You say, barely audible over the pounding of your heart. “No. I refuse.” //It’s too big of a risk.// Making deals with the devil often are." "chap4.1aaslow4">><<set $convinceaugust to "dead">><<set $pessimistic to Math.round($pessimistic * 1.05)>><<set $optimistic to 100 - $pessimistic>><</link>><<else>>"You know," he replies with a smirk tugging at his lips, lifting the gun he had let drop back up to your chest, "I don’t think there is."<<if $timeloop gte 1>><br><br>//Why did you think you could make a difference, change things?//<</if>> The broken light before you flickers red. All you can do is hold onto it. You see the $timeview<<if $timeview isnot "hourglass">> of time<</if>> in your mind’s eye, <<switch $timeview>><<case "thread">>see the strands unraveling and falling away.<<case "river">>watch as it flows away, current running in reverse, pulling you along.<<case "hourglass">>watch as the sand is pulled up instead of down, grain by grain, it returns.<</switch>> //Click—//and… The world fades and twists before your eyes, dragged to the force of time unwinding itself. The bullet tears through skin and sinew. The pain brilliant and burning and gone. In a moment—all gone. Back to before. Before this. Before death. Before, before, //before.// Until you’re gone. Until you’re back again. <<if $timeloop gte 1>><span class="next"><<button "Until…" "chap4.1loop1">><</button>></span><<else>><span class="next"><<button "Until…" "chap4.1loop">><</button>></span><</if>><</if>><</if>>

<<if $augustfavor is 1>>"Then, it seems we have a deal. I’d shake on it, but…" He trails off, gesturing to Sadie who’s still restraining you. "Ah well, not like I can’t hunt you down if I need to, right?" He adds with a chuckle, eyes bright with a humor that turns your stomach to ice. //Is he… really going to let you go?// "Right. Um, then, should we—" "Wait." Sadie interjects sharply, but her attention isn’t on you, not truly. "The hell August? You’re actually serious? I thought you were just fuckin’ with $mhim!" He shrugs. "Why not? It’s not like we //need// to do this. And I get something nice out of it to boot." "This… You mean carrying out the hit? The hit we were //paid// for? You can’t be serious, we can’t just—" "Oh, come on Sadie. Have a little faith. I wouldn’t do something like this without a solid plan, now would I?" "…Yes? You absolutely //would.// But—fine. Contrary to popular belief, I //do// trust you. Asshole." August’s shoulders relax, a tension you didn’t realize existed bleeding out. He flicks the safety back on and shoves his gun back into his coat pocket. "Thanks." He says sarcastically, a small grin on his face. "Shall we then? I’ll tell you more on the way back." "You fuckin’ better. If the boss yells at us, I’m telling him it was all //your// fault." She tentatively releases you, your hands finally free—//you// are free. //Alive.// Taking a stumbling step away from them you absently rub at your sore wrists, her punishing grip leaving them numb and tingling, disbelief written all over your face. //It can’t be that easy, can it?// "Fair enough." August says with smirk. "Let’s go Sadie. Oh, and I’ll see you around, $fname. After all, I’ve got a favor to collect, don’t I?" Your mind’s gone blank all over again, shock coming back in full force, not a single word escaping your lips as your stare after the retreating pair. A long red coat trailing behind him and away, you stand there until you can’t see them anymore and then minutes more beyond that. //What—what just happened?// As you leave the alley, you half-way expect them to be waiting just beyond your line of sight, waiting to tell you it was all a joke and then— But no one’s there. You glance around and don’t find so much as a hint of them. No red coat, no red hair, nothing. //They really let you go?// The truth doesn’t fully sink in until you’ve made it back home, until you’ve slumped down the back of your front door and sit in a heap on the floor. //They really let you go.// You can’t help it. You laugh. Laugh at the absurdity of it all. Laugh because you’re alive. You //feel// alive. Didn’t you before? You aren’t sure anymore, the last few days passing in a dream-like haze. Strange and shifting. Unreal. You survived your initial death. <span class="next"><<button "Now you just need to keep it that way." "chap4.2">><</button>></span><<else>>"You know," he replies with a sardonic grin, lifting the gun he had let drop back up to your chest, "I thought you’d be a lot smarter than this. Ah well, seems we’re doing things the messy way after all. What a shame."<<if $timeloop gte 1>><br><br>//Why did you think you could make a difference, change things?//<</if>> The broken light before you flickers red. All you can do is hold onto it. You see the $timeview<<if $timeview isnot "hourglass">> of time<</if>> in your mind’s eye, <<switch $timeview>><<case "thread">>see the strands unraveling and falling away.<<case "river">>watch as it flows away, current running in reverse, pulling you along.<<case "hourglass">>watch as the sand is pulled up instead of down, grain by grain, it returns.<</switch>> //Click—//and… The world fades and twists before your eyes, dragged to the force of time unwinding itself. The bullet tears through skin and sinew. The pain brilliant and burning and gone. In a moment—all gone. Back to before. Before this. Before death. Before, before, //before.// Until you’re gone. Until you’re back again. <<if $timeloop gte 1>><span class="next"><<button "Until…" "chap4.1loop1">><</button>></span><<else>><span class="next"><<button "Until…" "chap4.1loop">><</button>></span><</if>><</if>>

<<if $chap4sub is "who">>August draws back ever so slightly, gaze suddenly serious, calculating. "Give me your phone." He finally demands, reaching to snatch it away before you even have it fully in hand. "Sadie, check for backups." She sighs, "We’re really doin’ this, huh? Great. Fine. Just hold still and I’ll try to make this quick. Otherwise it’ll be uncomfortable for both of us." It takes a second for the implications of what she’s saying to click. //Oh. They’re checking you for listening devices. Recorders. Which means…// Sadie starts to pat you down, her touch firm but professional, practiced. It’s no worse than you’ve gotten from TSA but that’s not a particularly high bar. After a thorough inspection and dumping out the contents of every pocket, she nods. "$mhes clear. Far as I can tell anyway." She says, moving back into position behind you, arms crossed. "Not like it’d make a huge difference anyway." "In that case…" August says with a smirk. "I suppose I can tell you his name. Not that the knowledge will save you now." //But it can. It will. It has to.// "The person who hired us is Lucian Montagne. You won’t have heard of him. Of that I’m certain." <<if $knowlucian is 1>>You don’t know why you expected to hear anything different, asking the same question, but the name’s only as familiar as you’d expect it to be. That is—essentially not at all, not in any meaningful way. //Well, it was worth a shot…//<<else>><<set $knowlucian to 1>>//Lucian Montagne.// He’s right to say you wouldn’t know the name, but that only adds to the puzzle. A name you don’t know. A grudge you don’t understand. //Maybe some higher-up at a company you’ve infiltrated on a job?// They’d have a valid motive. But, with your memory as good as it is, you’d like to think that if that were the case, then his name would—at the least—sound familiar to you. And yet, it doesn’t. It doesn’t remind you of anything or anyone at all. //So then, why…//<</if>> "Great." Sadie says flatly. "Can we get this over with now? I have shit to do later."<<elseif $chap4sub is "money">>August snorts, looking down at you with pity. "I don’t want or need your money. If that’s all you have to offer, I’ll have to decline. Sorry." He smiles, not a trace of sincerity to be found. "Sadie?" You see the woman in question start to move forward from the corner of your eye. "Wait!" You exclaim, <<if $expressive gte $stoic>>frantic<<else>>determined<</if>>. "Information. I can give you information. I have connections, my work… I-I’m sure you know." August pauses, a look of consideration passing his face. "Now //that,// is a far more intriguing offer. But—what makes you think there’s anything I’d want that I don’t already have the means to get myself?" <<if $cautious gte $reckless>>You gulp, hands twisting at your sides. <</if>>"If there wasn’t anything, I don’t think you’d even be entertaining this conversation." He laughs at that. "Clever one, aren’t you? Well, you’re right, but, I have a feeling what I’m after is something even $vmr Zhang can’t provide." "Maybe. Maybe not. If you tell me what it is, then I might be able to—" "Now, now," he says, waving a finger in your face, "you know what they say about curiosity, don’t you? I don’t plan to spill everything so easily. Gotta let a guy have //some// secrets." //Of course not.// If he’d just give you //something// to work with, then… "If you’re done," Sadie says flatly, "can we get this over with now? I have shit to do later."<<elseif $chap4sub is "why">>August draws back ever so slightly, gaze suddenly tinged with something like sympathy. "Oh sunshine, that’s the thing." He says, oddly gentle. "You didn’t do anything at all. Frankly, I’m not convinced anyone //did// anything. This is all just business." "Business? So, it’s because of my job?" You ask <<if $expressive gte $stoic>>overwrought and yet not truly surprised.<<else>>quiet and measured. Calculating.<</if>> "But I’m not even that important. I-I don’t understand." "Who said anything about—" "Sadie." August cuts her off harshly. "Don’t." Sadie grumbles something indiscernible under her breath but otherwise remains quiet. <<if $augustres gte 2>>"I’m sorry I don’t have a better answer for you. I don’t think anyone would want to be the casualty of some megalomaniac’s master plan." He comments cynically, eyes falling away from yours. "Much less you." //What exactly is that supposed to mean?// You wonder distractedly. And why does August seem so… <<elseif $augustres is 1>>"I’m sorry I don’t have a better answer for you. Can’t imagine anyone would want to be the casualty of some megalomaniac’s master plan." He comments cynically. "Much less you." //What exactly is that supposed to mean?// You wonder distractedly. And why does August seem…<<else>>"Sorry I don’t have a better answer for you. Really, //anything// would be better than being the casualty of some megalomaniac’s master plan." He comments with an amused snort. "Oh well, that’s life for you." //And what exactly is that supposed to mean?//<</if>> "If you’re done," Sadie says flatly, "can we get this over with now? I have shit to do later."<<elseif $chap4sub is "cry">>August takes one step closer to you before jerking to a halt, expression bouncing from surprise to apprehension to… pity? Or close to it. "Ah, shit." He eventually says with a grimace, one hand reaching out to you before thinking better of it. "Never good with criers. Fear is //so// much easier… Uh. There, there. It’ll be over soon. Or, something." Sadie snorts. "Fucking hell, ‘or something’? Seriously? Jesus Christ you //are// bad at this." "Oh, like you’re any better." He snaps, arms crossed tight. "We’re criminals not counselors. What do you want me to do? Offer $mhim a hug before putting a bullet through $mhis chest?" Despite yourself, something about their argument, the poor attempts at comfort—and isn’t that strange enough on its own—cause you laugh wetly inbetween your sobs. //Who would have thought?// Your assassins are bickering over your outburst moments before they’re supposed to kill you. //What even is your life?// "Well, I guess that worked after all? Or $mhes gone into hysterics." Sadie shrugs. "Either way, not our problem, can we get on with this already? I’ve got shit to do today."<<else>>"A counteroffer…?" August muses. "You mean for the hit on you? That //is// what we’re discussing, right? I assumed you knew, but, now? Now I’m not so sure. Because it really seemed like you were flirting with me for a second there." "Maybe I was." You reply with a shrug. "I know myself, I’m not a fighter. If I can’t beat you, I figured I might try to get out of this another way." "…What the fuck?" You hear a voice—Sadie—blurt out from behind you. But August—August just laughs. Head thrown back, clutching his sides, sudden and sharp.<</if>> <<switch $chap4sub>><<case "who" "why" "money" "cry">><<if $augustres gte 2>><<if $chap4sub is "money">>August jerks minutely, a whisper of a flinch, his easy posture going tense and stiff. "Right… Of course."<<else>>August jerks minutely, a whisper of a flinch, his easy posture going tense and stiff. "Right… We need to…"<</if>> His eyes meet yours, sea green muted in the dim light, the fire in them gone out replaced with a grim determination. <<if $chap4sub is "cry">>"August?" Sadie asks, confused by his hesitance. "What? Don’t tell me you’ve gone soft over some sniveling brat. You barely know $mhim."<<else>>"August?" Sadie asks, confused by his hesitance. "What? Don’t tell me you’ve gone soft. You barely know $mhim."<</if>> "No." He says in a voice barely above a whisper, than shakes his head and says again much more convincingly. "No. I’m fine. Let’s go ahead." His hand dips back into his pocket, motion slow and obvious. Expression shuttered and completely blank, lacking his usual confidence. //He… doesn’t want to do this does he?// But why? What changed between this time and last? A single meeting. A conversation. <<if $chap4sub is "cry">>//And some tears.// <</if>>Was that all it took? //But surely he’s interacted with his targets before?// What did you do differently? Sadie steps up behind you and in one quick motion grabs your arms and wrenches them back //hard//. <<if $chap4sub is "cry">>You try to scramble away, panic worsening, a helpless sob tearing from your throat, but aren’t able to gain an inch. Her grip punishing, tight, unyielding. Inescapable.<<else>>You try to scramble away, panic setting in at the familiar feeling, but aren’t able to gain an inch. Her grip punishing, tight, unyielding. Inescapable.<</if>><<if $timeloop gte 1>><br><br>//This time, this time, you’ll…//<</if>> *<<link "“Please,” you plead, tears falling down your cheeks, “let me go. I won’t tell anyone about this, I’ll do whatever you want, anything you want! Just—please, don’t do this.”" "chap4.1aa3">><<set $convinceaugust to "maybe">><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><</link>> *<<link "“I can see you’re hesitating.” You say steadily, looking him in the eyes. “We don’t have to do this August, just put the gun away. We can still walk away from this. //You// can walk away.”" "chap4.1aa3">><<set $convinceaugust to "maybe">><<set $optimistic to Math.round($optimistic * 1.05)>><<set $pessimistic to 100 - $optimistic>><</link>> *<<link "“You’re making a mistake August.” You utter, taunting. “Kill me, and you’ll have the full force of an underground information network after you. Do you have any idea what $vmr Zhang is //truly// capable of?”" "chap4.1aa3">><<set $convinceaugust to "nope">><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><</link>> *<<link "“I understand,” you say with soft resignation, “why you feel the need to do this. I don’t blame you for doing your job, not really. Just—please, don’t drag this out. If you’re going to do it, then do it.”" "chap4.1aa3">><<set $convinceaugust to "spare">><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><</link>> *<<link "You take in a shaky breath. “If you’re going to do this, just get it over with already. Pull the trigger, August.” //Whether he hesitates or not, all you feel is numb.//" "chap4.1aa3">><<set $convinceaugust to "maybesad">><<set $mental -= 5>><<set $pessimistic to Math.round($pessimistic * 1.05)>><<set $optimistic to 100 - $pessimistic>><</link>> <<if $aaro gt 1>>*<<link "“I wish we could have gotten to know each other better. For a moment I thought…” You trail off, remembering your previous encounter with him. “Well, I guess it’d be silly to ask for a date now, huh August?” $flirt_label" "chap4.1aa3">><<set $convinceaugust to "sparero">><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><</if>><<elseif $augustres is 1>>August freezes for a second, his shoulders tensing. "Right… No point in delaying this further." His eyes meet yours briefly, sea green muted in the dim light, before falling away. "August?" Sadie asks, confused by his inaction. "What’s the holdup?" "Nothing." He says quietly, then louder, firmer. "Nothing. I’m fine. Let’s go ahead." His hand dips back into his pocket, motion slow and obvious. Expression blank, lacking much of his usual confidence. //He’s hesitating.// But why? What changed between this time and last? A single meeting. A conversation. <<if $chap4sub is "cry">>//And some tears.// <</if>>Was that all it took? //But surely he’s interacted with his targets before?// What did you do differently? Sadie steps up behind you and in one quick motion grabs your arms and wrenches them back //hard//. <<if $chap4sub is "cry">>You try to scramble away, panic worsening, a helpless sob tearing from your throat, but aren’t able to gain an inch. Her grip punishing, tight, unyielding. Inescapable.<<else>>You try to scramble away, panic setting in at the familiar feeling, but aren’t able to gain an inch. Her grip punishing, tight, unyielding. Inescapable.<</if>><<if $timeloop gte 1>><br><br>//This time, this time, you’ll…//<</if>> *<<link "“Please,” you plead, tears falling down your cheeks, “let me go. I won’t tell anyone about this, I’ll do whatever you want, anything you want! Just—please, don’t do this.”" "chap4.1aa3">><<set $convinceaugust to "maybe">><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><</link>> *<<link "“I can see you’re hesitating.” You say steadily, looking him in the eyes. “We don’t have to do this August, just put the gun away. We can still walk away from this. //You// can walk away.”" "chap4.1aa3">><<set $convinceaugust to "maybe">><<set $optimistic to Math.round($optimistic * 1.05)>><<set $pessimistic to 100 - $optimistic>><</link>> *<<link "“You’re making a mistake August.” You utter, taunting. “Kill me, and you’ll have the full force of an underground information network after you. Do you have any idea what $vmr Zhang is //truly// capable of?”" "chap4.1aa3">><<set $convinceaugust to "nope">><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><</link>> *<<link "“I understand,” you say with soft resignation, “why you feel the need to do this. I don’t blame you for doing your job, not really. Just—please, don’t drag this out. If you’re going to do it, then do it.”" "chap4.1aa3">><<set $convinceaugust to "spare">><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><</link>> *<<link "You take in a shaky breath. “If you’re going to do this, just get it over with already. Pull the trigger, August.” //Whether he hesitates or not, all you feel is numb.//" "chap4.1aa3">><<set $convinceaugust to "maybesad">><<set $mental -= 5>><<set $pessimistic to Math.round($pessimistic * 1.05)>><<set $optimistic to 100 - $pessimistic>><</link>> <<if $aaro gt 1>>*<<link "“I wish we could have gotten to know each other better. For a moment I thought…” You trail off, remembering your previous encounter with him. “Well, I guess it’d be silly to ask for a date now, huh August?” $flirt_label" "chap4.1aa3">><<set $convinceaugust to "sparero">><<set $aaro += 1>><</link>><</if>><<else>><<set $convinceaugust to "dead">>"Fine. Shall we then?" He asks her with a blade of a smirk. <<if $chap4sub is "cry">>"No, wait, please," you say, desperate to do something, //anything// to convince him to stop, to listen, "don’t, please, I can’t. I don’t—" "Hush now $fname. I’ll make it quick and painless. Promise. Go ahead Sadie." He says inclining his head, face suddenly gone still and serious, his hand in his pocket, slipping out the gun. She reacts without any need for further instruction, grabbing your arms and wrenching them back //hard//. You try to scramble away, panic worsening, a helpless sob tearing from your throat, but aren’t able to gain an inch. Her grip punishing, tight, unyielding. Inescapable.<<else>>"No, wait, please," you say, desperate to do something, //anything// to convince him to stop, to listen, "don’t you think, that is, we could—" <<if $chap4sub is "money">>"Now, now $fname. Don’t you know, desperation really isn’t a good look on you. Go ahead Sadie."<<else>>"Now, now $fname. Haven’t I already told you enough? Granted your dying wish? Go ahead Sadie."<</if>> He says inclining his head, face suddenly gone still and serious, his hand in his pocket, slipping out the gun. She reacts without any need for further instruction, grabbing your arms and wrenching them back //hard//. You try to scramble away, panic setting in, but aren’t able to gain an inch. Her grip punishing, tight, unyielding. Inescapable.<</if>><<if $timeloop gte 1>><br><br>//No, not again. Please not again.//<</if>> "Sorry ‘bout this sunshine…" //Concentrate, you need to go back before—// The pistol in his hand is raised to your chest once more. //Look at the light.// Red. Broken. Flickering. //Use it as a focus and—// His finger moves for the trigger.<<if $timeloop gte 1>><br><br>//Why did you think you could make a difference, change things?//<</if>> You see the $timeview<<if $timeview isnot "hourglass">> of time<</if>> before you, <<switch $timeview>><<case "thread">>see the strands unraveling and falling away.<<case "river">>watch as it flows away, current running in reverse, pulling you along.<<case "hourglass">>watch as the sand is pulled up instead of down, grain by grain, it returns.<</switch>> //Click—//and… The world fades and twists before your eyes, dragged to the force of time unwinding itself. The bullet tears through skin and sinew. The pain brilliant and burning and gone. In a moment—all gone. Back to before. Before this. Before death. Before, before, //before.// Until you’re gone. Until you’re back again. <<if $timeloop gte 1>><span class="next"><<button "Until…" "chap4.1loop1">><</button>></span><<else>><span class="next"><<button "Until…" "chap4.1loop">><</button>></span><</if>><</if>><<case "seduce">><<if $augustres gte 2>>"You…" He manages to gasp out, looking at you with wild eyes. "You’re fucking crazy, you know that right? But you know what? I like crazy. Alright, let’s hear this ‘counteroffer’ of yours then." "August?" You hear a questioning voice—Sadie—call from behind you. "Just—trust me on this. Okay?" You don’t hear a response, but turning your head you catch her giving a hesitant nod, face drawn—her skepticism clear as day. //Huh, you weren’t expecting this.// For you to have a fighting chance. You wonder why. Was the pay for this job that shit, were you just that convincing, or is there something deeper going on here? //Well, if he’s giving you the opportunity…// *<<link "“Uh,” you utter, suddenly floundering, “I honestly didn’t think I’d get this far. You want to, like, not murder me and maybe we can hangout sometime?”" "chap4.1aa3">><<set $convinceaugust to "maybeso">><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><</link>> *<<link "“All right. Get this. You,” you say pointing to him dramatically, “don’t kill me, and in exchange I’ll give you my life savings and a free coupon for one date. It expires when I do.” $flirt_label" "chap4.1aa3">><<set $convinceaugust to "moneydate">><<set $aaro += 1>><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><</link>> *<<link "“How about this: you let me go, and I don’t tell anyone what you tried to do, hm?” You say coolly, taunting. “If $vmr Zhang finds out about this… well, let’s just say that it won’t be pretty.”" "chap4.1aa3">><<set $convinceaugust to "nah">><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><</link>> *<<link "“You know what would be //much// more fun than a messy murder in a dank alleyway?” You ask, upbeat despite everything. “How about a date, dinner, just the two of us?” $flirt_label" "chap4.1aa3">><<set $convinceaugust to "date">><<set $aaro += 1>><<set $optimistic to Math.round($optimistic * 1.05)>><<set $pessimistic to 100 - $optimistic>><</link>> *<<link "“A favor.” You say slowly, carefully. “I’d owe you a favor. A huge one. Whenever—whatever—you want.”" "chap4.1aa3">><<set $convinceaugust to "maybeso">><<set $augustfavor to 1>><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><</link>><<elseif $augustres is 1>>"I really shouldn’t do this." He says after catching his breath, looking at you with bright eyes. "Ah, but it’s not like this has to be //today// anyway. Fine, let’s hear this ‘counteroffer’ of yours then." "August?" You hear a questioning voice—Sadie—call from behind you. He shrugs. "What can I say? I’m a curious man. Let me have my fun, won’t you?" You don’t hear a response, but turning your head you catch her giving a slow nod, face drawn—her exasperation clear as day. //Huh, you weren’t expecting this.// For you to have a fighting chance. You wonder why. Was the pay for this job that shit, were you just that convincing, or is there something deeper going on here? //Well, if he’s giving you the opportunity…// *<<link "“Uh,” you utter, suddenly floundering, “I honestly didn’t think I’d get this far. You want to, like, not murder me and maybe we can hangout sometime?”" "chap4.1aa3">><<set $convinceaugust to "maybeso">><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><</link>> *<<link "“All right. Get this. You,” you say pointing to him dramatically, “don’t kill me, and in exchange I’ll give you my life savings and a free coupon for one date. It expires when I do.” $flirt_label" "chap4.1aa3">><<set $convinceaugust to "moneydate">><<set $aaro += 1>><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><</link>> *<<link "“How about this: you let me go, and I don’t tell anyone what you tried to do, hm?” You say coolly, taunting. “If $vmr Zhang finds out about this… well, let’s just say that it won’t be pretty.”" "chap4.1aa3">><<set $convinceaugust to "nah">><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><</link>> *<<link "“You know what would be //much// more fun than a messy murder in a dank alleyway?” You ask, upbeat despite everything. “How about a date, dinner, just the two of us?” $flirt_label" "chap4.1aa3">><<set $convinceaugust to "date">><<set $aaro += 1>><<set $optimistic to Math.round($optimistic * 1.05)>><<set $pessimistic to 100 - $optimistic>><</link>> *<<link "“A favor.” You say slowly, carefully. “I’d owe you a favor. A huge one. Whenever—whatever—you want.”" "chap4.1aa3">><<set $convinceaugust to "maybeso">><<set $augustfavor to 1>><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><</link>><<else>><<set $convinceaugust to "dead">>"Fucking hell." He says after catching his breath, eyeing you like you’re a particularly interesting lab rat. "You really thought that would work? A life or death situation and you just—" He breaks off, shaking his head, gaze both bewildered and pitying. "Well, I-I mean," you try to explain, try something, //anything// to convince him to listen, "don’t you think, that is, we could—" "Sadie." He says inclining his head, face suddenly gone still and serious, his hand in his pocket, slipping out the gun. She reacts without any need for further instruction, grabbing your arms and wrenching them back //hard//. You try to scramble away, panic setting in, but aren’t able to gain an inch. Her grip punishing, tight, unyielding. Inescapable.<<if $timeloop gte 1>><br><br>//No, not again. Please not again.//<</if>> "Sorry ‘bout this sunshine…" //Concentrate, you need to go back before—// The pistol in his hand is raised to your chest once more. //Look at the light.// Red. Broken. Flickering. //Use it as a focus and—// His finger moves for the trigger.<<if $timeloop gte 1>><br><br>//Why did you think you could make a difference, change things?//<</if>> You see the $timeview<<if $timeview isnot "hourglass">> of time<</if>> before you, <<switch $timeview>><<case "thread">>see the strands unraveling and falling away.<<case "river">>watch as it flows away, current running in reverse, pulling you along.<<case "hourglass">>watch as the sand is pulled up instead of down, grain by grain, it returns.<</switch>> //Click—//and… The world fades and twists before your eyes, dragged to the force of time unwinding itself. The bullet tears through skin and sinew. The pain brilliant and burning and gone. In a moment—all gone. Back to before. Before this. Before death. Before, before, //before.// Until you’re gone. Until you’re back again. <<if $timeloop gte 1>><span class="next"><<button "Until…" "chap4.1loop1">><</button>></span><<else>><span class="next"><<button "Until…" "chap4.1loop">><</button>></span><</if>><</if>><</switch>>

<<if $convinceaugust is "maybe" or $convinceaugust is "maybesad">><<if $augustres gte 2>>For a moment, no one moves. The air rendered still, frozen. Then, in one fluid, simple movement, August draws out his pistol. The barrel rising to press against your chest. <<if $convinceaugust is "maybesad">>//Ah, well, it’s not like you expected anything different.//<<else>>//No, no, no. You need to—//<</if>> <<if $convinceaugust is "maybesad">>But then, you watch on—detached and distant—as his hand shakes, the hardened edge to his expression crumbling and falling away.<<else>>But before you even finish that thought, his hand shakes, the hardened edge to his expression crumbling and falling away.<</if>> "Shit." He exhales. "Shit, shit, //shit.//" He turns to the side, back to you, then away again. Stalking off in two long strides to kick a glass bottle left lying in the trash harshly into the wall. Shattering it with a loud //CRASH//. He doesn’t look any calmer when he comes back, eyes wild and fever bright. "This isn’t going to work." "What?" Sadie asks sharply, a strange echo of your own thoughts. "The hell August?" He drags his empty hand over his face before shaking his head. "We aren’t doing this." "This… You mean carrying out the hit? The hit we were //paid// for? You can’t be serious, we can’t just—" "Well, we are." He snaps tersely. "Because I’m not doing this. Any other job, any other hit, fuck, I’ll go do it right now if you want me to. But not this one. Am I clear?" You feel it as Sadie shifts her weight from one leg to the other. "…If that’s what you think’s best. Contrary to popular belief, I //do// trust you. Asshole." August’s shoulders relax, a tension you didn’t realize existed bleeding out. He flicks the safety back on and shoves his gun back into his coat pocket. "Thanks." He says sarcastically, a small grin on his face. "You can let go of $mhim now. I’ll… tell you more on the way back, alright?" "You fuckin’ better. If the boss yells at us, I’m lettin’ him know it was all //your// fault." She tentatively releases you, your hands finally free—//you// are free. //Alive.// Taking a stumbling step away from them you absently rub at your sore wrists, her punishing grip leaving them numb and tingling, disbelief written all over your face. "Fair enough. Though, I think I can come up with a better plan." August says with smirk. "Let’s go Sadie. Oh, and I’ll see you around, $fname." Your mind’s gone blank, shock taking over, not a single word escaping your lips as your stare after the retreating pair. A long red coat trailing behind him and away, you stand there until you can’t see them anymore and then minutes more beyond that. //What—what just happened?// As you leave the alley, you half-way expect them to be waiting just beyond your line of sight, waiting to tell you it was all a joke and then— But no one’s there. You glance around and don’t find so much as a hint of them. No red coat, no red hair, nothing. //They really let you go?// The truth doesn’t fully sink in until you’ve made it back home, until you’ve slumped down the back of your front door and sit in a heap on the floor. //They really let you go.// You can’t help it. You laugh. Laugh at the absurdity of it all. Laugh because you’re alive. You //feel// alive. Didn’t you before? You aren’t sure anymore, the last few days passing in a dream-like haze. Strange and shifting. Unreal. You survived your initial death.<<set $convinceaugust to "live">> <span class="next"><<button "Now you just need to keep it that way." "chap4.2">><</button>></span><<elseif $augustres is 1 and $aarel gte 30>>For a moment, no one moves. The air rendered still, frozen. Then, in one fluid, simple movement, August draws out his pistol. The barrel rising to press against your chest. <<if $convinceaugust is "maybesad">>//Ah, well, it’s not like you expected anything different.//<<else>>//No, no, no. You need to—//<</if>> <<if $convinceaugust is "maybesad">>But then, you watch on—detached and distant—as his hand shakes, the hardened edge to his expression crumbling and falling away.<<else>>But before you even finish that thought, his hand shakes, the hardened edge to his expression crumbling and falling away.<</if>> "Well. Shit." He exhales. "I wasn’t expecting to…" He turns to the side, back to you, then away again. Takes a deep breath then sighs, long and frustrated. "This isn’t going to work." "What?" Sadie asks sharply, a strange echo of your own thoughts. "The hell does that mean, August?" He drags his empty hand over his face before shaking his head. "I guess, we aren’t doing this." "This… You mean carrying out the hit? The hit we were //paid// for? You can’t be serious, we can’t just—" "Yeah, wasn’t my intention to do—" He waves his hand at you. "But plans change. We aren’t doing this. Not today anyway." You feel it as Sadie shifts her weight from one leg to the other. "…If that’s what you think’s best." August’s shoulders relax, a tension you didn’t realize existed bleeding out. He flicks the safety back on and shoves his gun back into his coat pocket. "Thanks." He says sarcastically, a small grin on his face. "You can let go of $mhim now. I’ll… tell you more on the way back, alright?" "You fuckin’ better. If the boss yells at us, I’m lettin’ him know it was all //your// fault." She tentatively releases you, your hands finally free—//you// are free. //Alive.// Taking a stumbling step away from them you absently rub at your sore wrists, her punishing grip leaving them numb and tingling, disbelief written all over your face. "Fair enough. Though, I think I’ve got a better idea." August says with smirk. "Let’s go Sadie. Oh, and I’ll see you around, $fname. Don’t forget what I’ve done for you today, I expect all favors to be paid in full."<<set $augustfavor to 1>> Your mind’s gone blank, shock taking over, not a single word escaping your lips as your stare after the retreating pair. A long red coat trailing behind him and away, you stand there until you can’t see them anymore and then minutes more beyond that. //What—what just happened?// As you leave the alley, you half-way expect them to be waiting just beyond your line of sight, waiting to tell you it was all a joke and then— But no one’s there. You glance around and don’t find so much as a hint of them. No red coat, no red hair, nothing. //They really let you go?// The truth doesn’t fully sink in until you’ve made it back home, until you’ve slumped down the back of your front door and sit in a heap on the floor. //They really let you go.// You can’t help it. You laugh. Laugh at the absurdity of it all. Laugh because you’re alive. You //feel// alive. Didn’t you before? You aren’t sure anymore, the last few days passing in a dream-like haze. Strange and shifting. Unreal. You survived your initial death.<<set $convinceaugust to "live">> <span class="next"><<button "Now you just need to keep it that way." "chap4.2">><</button>></span><<elseif $augustres is 1 and $aaro gte 3>>For a moment, no one moves. The air rendered still, frozen. Then, in one fluid, simple movement, August draws out his pistol. The barrel rising to press against your chest. <<if $convinceaugust is "maybesad">>//Ah, well, it’s not like you expected anything different.//<<else>>//No, no, no. You need to—//<</if>> <<if $convinceaugust is "maybesad">>But then, you watch on—detached and distant—as his hand shakes, the hardened edge to his expression crumbling and falling away.<<else>>But before you even finish that thought, his hand shakes, the hardened edge to his expression crumbling and falling away.<</if>> "Well. Shit." He exhales. "I wasn’t expecting to…" He turns to the side, back to you, then away again. Takes a deep breath then sighs, long and frustrated. "This isn’t going to work." "What?" Sadie asks sharply, a strange echo of your own thoughts. "The hell does that mean, August?" He drags his empty hand over his face before shaking his head. "I guess, we aren’t doing this. No, I //can’t// do this." "This… You mean carrying out the hit? The hit we were //paid// for? You can’t be serious, we can’t just—" "Yeah, wasn’t my intention to do—" He waves his hand at you. "But plans change. We aren’t doing this. Not today anyway. Maybe never." You feel it as Sadie shifts her weight from one leg to the other. "…If that’s what you think’s best." August’s shoulders relax, a tension you didn’t realize existed bleeding out. He flicks the safety back on and shoves his gun back into his coat pocket. "Thanks." He says sarcastically, a small grin on his face. "You can let go of $mhim now. I’ll… tell you more on the way back, alright?" "You fuckin’ better. If the boss yells at us, I’m lettin’ him know it was all //your// fault." She tentatively releases you, your hands finally free—//you// are free. //Alive.// Taking a stumbling step away from them you absently rub at your sore wrists, her punishing grip leaving them numb and tingling, disbelief written all over your face. "Fair enough. Though, I think I’ve got a better idea." August says with smirk. "Let’s go Sadie. Oh, and I’ll see you around, $fname. Hopefully, //very// soon." He adds with a wink. Your mind’s gone blank, shock taking over, not a single word escaping your lips as your stare after the retreating pair. A long red coat trailing behind him and away, you stand there until you can’t see them anymore and then minutes more beyond that. //What—what just happened?// As you leave the alley, you half-way expect them to be waiting just beyond your line of sight, waiting to tell you it was all a joke and then— But no one’s there. You glance around and don’t find so much as a hint of them. No red coat, no red hair, nothing. //They really let you go?// The truth doesn’t fully sink in until you’ve made it back home, until you’ve slumped down the back of your front door and sit in a heap on the floor. //They really let you go.// You can’t help it. You laugh. Laugh at the absurdity of it all. Laugh because you’re alive. You //feel// alive. Didn’t you before? You aren’t sure anymore, the last few days passing in a dream-like haze. Strange and shifting. Unreal. You survived your initial death.<<set $convinceaugust to "live">> <span class="next"><<button "Now you just need to keep it that way." "chap4.2">><</button>></span><<else>><<if $convinceaugust is "maybesad">>"Well…" He drawls with a blade of a smirk. "If that’s what you want."<<else>>"Well…" He drawls with a blade of a smirk. "As interesting as our little talk has been, you didn’t really think that would work did you?"<</if>> <<if $convinceaugust is "maybesad">>//Ah, well. It’s not like you expected anything different.// "Don’t worry $fname. I’ll make it quick and painless. Promise." He says, face suddenly gone still and serious, his hand in his pocket, slipping out the gun. The barrel rising to meet your chest. Sadie’s grip on your wrists is a punishing thing. Unyielding. As if you’ve so much as moved an inch, as if you’d bother trying to escape the inevitable.<<else>><<if $chap4sub is "cry">>"No, wait, please," you say, desperate to do something, //anything// to convince him to stop, to listen, "don’t, please, I can’t. I don’t—" "Hush now $fname. I’ll make it quick and painless. Promise." He says, face suddenly gone still and serious, his hand in his pocket, slipping out the gun. The barrel rising to meet your chest. You try to scramble away, panic worsening, a helpless sob tearing from your throat, but aren’t able to gain an inch. Sadie’s grip is punishing, unyielding. Inescapable.<<else>>"No, wait, please," you say, desperate to do something, //anything// to convince him to stop, to listen, "don’t you think, that is, we could—" <<if $chap4sub is "money">>"Now, now $fname. Don’t you know, desperation really isn’t a good look on you."<<else>>"Now, now $fname. Haven’t I already told you enough? Granted your dying wish?"<</if>> He says, face suddenly gone still and serious, his hand in his pocket, slipping out the gun. The barrel rising to meet your chest. You try to scramble away, panic setting in, but aren’t able to gain an inch. Sadie’s grip is punishing, unyielding. Inescapable.<</if>><</if>><<if $timeloop gte 1>><br><br>//No, not again. Please not again.//<</if>> "Sorry ‘bout this sunshine…" <<if $convinceaugust is "maybesad">>//Concentrate, you should go back before—//<<else>>//Concentrate, you need to go back before—//<</if>> The pistol in his hand is raised to your chest once more. //Look at the light.// Red. Broken. Flickering. //Use it as a focus and—// His finger moves for the trigger.<<if $timeloop gte 1>><br><br>//Why did you think you could make a difference, change things?//<</if>> You see the $timeview<<if $timeview isnot "hourglass">> of time<</if>> before you, <<switch $timeview>><<case "thread">>see the strands unraveling and falling away.<<case "river">>watch as it flows away, current running in reverse, pulling you along.<<case "hourglass">>watch as the sand is pulled up instead of down, grain by grain, it returns.<</switch>> //Click—//and… The world fades and twists before your eyes, dragged to the force of time unwinding itself. The bullet tears through skin and sinew. The pain brilliant and burning and gone. In a moment—all gone. Back to before. Before this. Before death. Before, before, //before.// Until you’re gone. Until you’re back again.<<set $convinceaugust to "dead">> <<if $timeloop gte 1>><span class="next"><<button "Until…" "chap4.1loop1">><</button>></span><<else>><span class="next"><<button "Until…" "chap4.1loop">><</button>></span><</if>><</if>><<elseif $convinceaugust is "maybeso">><<if $augustres gte 2>>August cocks his head from side to side, humming lowly. Then, he reaches into his pocket. In one fluid, simple movement, August draws out his pistol. The barrel rising to press against your chest. //No, no, no. Not again, you can’t—// But before you even finish that thought, his hand tips down, gun pointing away, and all he does is smile. Sharp and predatory and wild. <<if $augustfavor is 1>>"A favor you say? Well…" He drawls, swinging his loaded gun around carelessly. "Not what I expected, but, I //suppose// that could work. Alright then. Seems we have a deal. A favor for a life it is. This time at least."<<else>>"Well…" He drawls, swinging his loaded gun around carelessly. "Not what I expected, but, I //suppose// that could work. Alright then. Seems we have a deal. This time at least." <</if>>//Wait… What?// "What?" Sadie asks sharply, a strange echo of your own thoughts. "The hell August?" He shrugs. "Why not? It’s not like we //need// to do this." "This… You mean carrying out the hit? The hit we were //paid// for? You can’t be serious, we can’t just—" "Oh, come on Sadie. Have a little faith. I wouldn’t do something like this without a solid plan, now would I?" You hear movement from behind you, Sadie shifting her weight from one leg to the other. "…Yes? You absolutely //would.// But—fine. Contrary to popular belief, I //do// trust you. Asshole." August’s shoulders relax, a tension you didn’t realize existed bleeding out. He flicks the safety back on and shoves his gun back into his coat pocket. "Thanks." He says sarcastically, a small grin on his face. "Shall we then? I’ll tell you more on the way back." "You fuckin’ better. If the boss yells at us, I’m lettin’ him know it was all //your// fault." She tentatively steps away from you, no longer blocking you in—you’re free. //Alive.// Taking a stumbling step away, you absently rub at your wrists, remembering the punishing grip she held them in the time before, disbelief written all over your face. //How… did that work?// "Fair enough." August says with smirk. "Let’s go Sadie. Oh, and I’ll see you around, $fname." Your mind’s gone blank, shock taking over, not a single word escaping your lips as your stare after the retreating pair. A long red coat trailing behind him and away, you stand there until you can’t see them anymore and then minutes more beyond that. //What—what just happened?// As you leave the alley, you half-way expect them to be waiting just beyond your line of sight, waiting to tell you it was all a joke and then— But no one’s there. You glance around and don’t find so much as a hint of them. No red coat, no red hair, nothing. //They really let you go?// The truth doesn’t fully sink in until you’ve made it back home, until you’ve slumped down the back of your front door and sit in a heap on the floor. //They really let you go.// You can’t help it. You laugh. Laugh at the absurdity of it all. Laugh because you’re alive. You //feel// alive. Didn’t you before? You aren’t sure anymore, the last few days passing in a dream-like haze. Strange and shifting. Unreal. You survived your initial death.<<set $convinceaugust to "live">> <span class="next"><<button "Now you just need to keep it that way." "chap4.2">><</button>></span><<elseif $augustres is 1 and $aarel gte 30>>August cocks his head from side to side, humming lowly. Then, he reaches into his pocket. In one fluid, simple movement, August draws out his pistol. The barrel rising to press against your chest. //No, no, no. Not again, you can’t—// But before you even finish that thought, his hand tips down, gun pointing away, and all he does is smile. Sharp and predatory and wild. <<if $augustfavor is 1>>"A favor you say? Well…" He drawls, swinging his loaded gun around carelessly. "Not what I expected, but, I //suppose// that could work. Alright then. Seems we have a deal. A favor for a life it is. This time at least. Just remember, I expect all favors to be paid in full."<<else>><<set $augustfavor to 1>>"Well…" He drawls, swinging his loaded gun around carelessly. "Not what I expected, but, I //suppose// I could consider it. I spare you, we ‘hangout’, and you’d //owe// me. Nothing too insane. Just a favor." "A favor?" You question, uncertain. "Yes. I think that would work nicely." He says, more to himself than you. "Alright then. A favor for a life it is. This time at least. Just remember, I expect //all// favors to be paid in full." <</if>>//Wait… What?// "What?" Sadie asks sharply, a strange echo of your own thoughts. "The hell August?" He shrugs. "Why not? It’s not like we //need// to do this." "This… You mean carrying out the hit? The hit we were //paid// for? You can’t be serious, we can’t just—" "Oh, come on Sadie. Have a little faith. I wouldn’t do something like this without a solid plan, now would I?" You hear movement from behind you, Sadie shifting her weight from one leg to the other. "…Yes? You absolutely //would.// But—fine. Contrary to popular belief, I //do// trust you. Asshole." August’s shoulders relax, a tension you didn’t realize existed bleeding out. He flicks the safety back on and shoves his gun back into his coat pocket. "Thanks." He says sarcastically, a small grin on his face. "Shall we then? I’ll tell you more on the way back." "You fuckin’ better. If the boss yells at us, I’m lettin’ him know it was all //your// fault." She tentatively steps away from you, no longer blocking you in—you’re free. //Alive.// Taking a stumbling step away, you absently rub at your wrists, remembering the punishing grip she held them in the time before, disbelief written all over your face. //How… did that work?// "Fair enough." August says with smirk. "Let’s go Sadie. Oh, and I’ll see you around, $fname." Your mind’s gone blank, shock taking over, not a single word escaping your lips as your stare after the retreating pair. A long red coat trailing behind him and away, you stand there until you can’t see them anymore and then minutes more beyond that. //What—what just happened?// As you leave the alley, you half-way expect them to be waiting just beyond your line of sight, waiting to tell you it was all a joke and then— But no one’s there. You glance around and don’t find so much as a hint of them. No red coat, no red hair, nothing. //They really let you go?// The truth doesn’t fully sink in until you’ve made it back home, until you’ve slumped down the back of your front door and sit in a heap on the floor. //They really let you go.// You can’t help it. You laugh. Laugh at the absurdity of it all. Laugh because you’re alive. You //feel// alive. Didn’t you before? You aren’t sure anymore, the last few days passing in a dream-like haze. Strange and shifting. Unreal. You survived your initial death.<<set $convinceaugust to "live">> <span class="next"><<button "Now you just need to keep it that way." "chap4.2">><</button>></span><<elseif $augustres is 1 and $aaro gte 3>>August cocks his head from side to side, humming lowly. Then, he reaches into his pocket. In one fluid, simple movement, August draws out his pistol. The barrel rising to press against your chest. //No, no, no. Not again, you can’t—// But before you even finish that thought, his hand tips down, gun pointing away, and all he does is smile. Sharp and predatory and wild. <<if $augustfavor is 1>>"A favor you say? Well…" He drawls, swinging his loaded gun around carelessly. "Not what I expected, but, I //suppose// that could work. Alright then. Seems we have a deal. A favor for a life it is. This time at least. Just remember, I expect all favors to be paid in full."<<else>><<set $augustfavor to 1>>"Well…" He drawls, swinging his loaded gun around carelessly. "Not what I expected, but, I //suppose// I could consider it. I spare you, we ‘hangout’, and you’d //owe// me. Sounds perfect." "I—sorry?" You question, uncertain. "Yes. I think that would work nicely." He says, more to himself than you. "Alright then. Seems we have a deal. This time at least." <</if>>//Wait… What?// "What?" Sadie asks sharply, a strange echo of your own thoughts. "The hell August?" He shrugs. "Why not? It’s not like we //need// to do this." "This… You mean carrying out the hit? The hit we were //paid// for? You can’t be serious, we can’t just—" "Oh, come on Sadie. Have a little faith. I wouldn’t do something like this without a solid plan, now would I?" You hear movement from behind you, Sadie shifting her weight from one leg to the other. "…Yes? You absolutely //would.// But—fine. Contrary to popular belief, I //do// trust you. Asshole." August’s shoulders relax, a tension you didn’t realize existed bleeding out. He flicks the safety back on and shoves his gun back into his coat pocket. "Thanks." He says sarcastically, a small grin on his face. "Shall we then? I’ll tell you more on the way back." "You fuckin’ better. If the boss yells at us, I’m lettin’ him know it was all //your// fault." She tentatively steps away from you, no longer blocking you in—you’re free. //Alive.// Taking a stumbling step away, you absently rub at your wrists, remembering the punishing grip she held them in the time before, disbelief written all over your face. //How… did that work?// "Fair enough." August says with smirk. "Let’s go Sadie. Oh, and I’ll see you around, $fname. Hopefully, //very// soon." He adds with a wink. Your mind’s gone blank, shock taking over, not a single word escaping your lips as your stare after the retreating pair. A long red coat trailing behind him and away, you stand there until you can’t see them anymore and then minutes more beyond that. //What—what just happened?// As you leave the alley, you half-way expect them to be waiting just beyond your line of sight, waiting to tell you it was all a joke and then— But no one’s there. You glance around and don’t find so much as a hint of them. No red coat, no red hair, nothing. //They really let you go?// The truth doesn’t fully sink in until you’ve made it back home, until you’ve slumped down the back of your front door and sit in a heap on the floor. //They really let you go.// You can’t help it. You laugh. Laugh at the absurdity of it all. Laugh because you’re alive. You //feel// alive. Didn’t you before? You aren’t sure anymore, the last few days passing in a dream-like haze. Strange and shifting. Unreal. You survived your initial death.<<set $convinceaugust to "live">> <span class="next"><<button "Now you just need to keep it that way." "chap4.2">><</button>></span><<else>><<set $convinceaugust to "dead">>"Fucking hell." He says with a scoff, eyeing you like you’re a particularly interesting lab rat. "You really thought that would work? A life or death situation and //that’s// all you’ve got? You—" He breaks off, shaking his head, gaze both bewildered and pitying. "Well, I-I mean," you try to explain, try something, //anything// to convince him to listen, "don’t you think, that is, we could—" "Sadie." He says inclining his head, face suddenly gone still and serious, his hand in his pocket, slipping out the gun. She reacts without any need for further instruction, grabbing your arms and wrenching them back //hard//. You try to scramble away, panic setting in, but aren’t able to gain an inch. Her grip punishing, tight, unyielding. Inescapable.<<if $timeloop gte 1>><br><br>//No, not again. Please not again.//<</if>> "Sorry ‘bout this sunshine…" //Concentrate, you need to go back before—// The pistol in his hand is raised to your chest once more. //Look at the light.// Red. Broken. Flickering. //Use it as a focus and—// His finger moves for the trigger.<<if $timeloop gte 1>><br><br>//Why did you think you could make a difference, change things?//<</if>> You see the $timeview<<if $timeview isnot "hourglass">> of time<</if>> before you, <<switch $timeview>><<case "thread">>see the strands unraveling and falling away.<<case "river">>watch as it flows away, current running in reverse, pulling you along.<<case "hourglass">>watch as the sand is pulled up instead of down, grain by grain, it returns.<</switch>> //Click—//and… The world fades and twists before your eyes, dragged to the force of time unwinding itself. The bullet tears through skin and sinew. The pain brilliant and burning and gone. In a moment—all gone. Back to before. Before this. Before death. Before, before, //before.// Until you’re gone. Until you’re back again. <<if $timeloop gte 1>><span class="next"><<button "Until…" "chap4.1loop1">><</button>></span><<else>><span class="next"><<button "Until…" "chap4.1loop">><</button>></span><</if>><</if>><<elseif $convinceaugust is "nope">><<set $convinceaugust to "dead">>"Well…" He drawls with a blade of a smirk. "As cute as your little threat is, you didn’t really think that would work did you?" <<if $chap4sub is "cry">>"No, wait, please," you say, desperate to do something, //anything// to convince him to stop, to listen, "don’t, please, I can’t. I don’t—" "Hush now $fname. I’ll make it quick and painless. Promise." He says, face suddenly gone still and serious, his hand in his pocket, slipping out the gun. The barrel rising to meet your chest. You try to scramble away, panic worsening, a helpless sob tearing from your throat, but aren’t able to gain an inch. Sadie’s grip is punishing, unyielding. Inescapable.<<else>>"No, wait, please," you say, desperate to do something, //anything// to convince him to stop, to listen, "don’t you think, that is, we could—" <<if $chap4sub is "money">>"Now, now $fname. Don’t you know, desperation really isn’t a good look on you."<<else>>"Now, now $fname. Haven’t I already told you enough? Granted your dying wish?"<</if>> He says, face suddenly gone still and serious, his hand in his pocket, slipping out the gun. The barrel rising to meet your chest. You try to scramble away, panic setting in, but aren’t able to gain an inch. Sadie’s grip is punishing, unyielding. Inescapable.<</if>><<if $timeloop gte 1>><br><br>//No, not again. Please not again.//<</if>> "Sorry ‘bout this sunshine…" //Concentrate, you need to go back before—// The pistol in his hand is raised to your chest once more. //Look at the light.// Red. Broken. Flickering. //Use it as a focus and—// His finger moves for the trigger.<<if $timeloop gte 1>><br><br>//Why did you think you could make a difference, change things?//<</if>> You see the $timeview<<if $timeview isnot "hourglass">> of time<</if>> before you, <<switch $timeview>><<case "thread">>see the strands unraveling and falling away.<<case "river">>watch as it flows away, current running in reverse, pulling you along.<<case "hourglass">>watch as the sand is pulled up instead of down, grain by grain, it returns.<</switch>> //Click—//and… The world fades and twists before your eyes, dragged to the force of time unwinding itself. The bullet tears through skin and sinew. The pain brilliant and burning and gone. In a moment—all gone. Back to before. Before this. Before death. Before, before, //before.// Until you’re gone. Until you’re back again. <<if $timeloop gte 1>><span class="next"><<button "Until…" "chap4.1loop1">><</button>></span><<else>><span class="next"><<button "Until…" "chap4.1loop">><</button>></span><</if>><<elseif $convinceaugust is "nah">><<set $convinceaugust to "dead">>"Fucking hell." He says with a scoff, eyeing you like you’re a particularly interesting lab rat. "You really thought that would work? An empty threat, //that’s// all you’ve got? You—" He breaks off, shaking his head, gaze both bewildered and pitying. "Well, I-I mean," you try to explain, try something, //anything// to convince him to listen, "don’t you think, that is, we could—" "Sadie." He says inclining his head, face suddenly gone still and serious, his hand in his pocket, slipping out the gun. She reacts without any need for further instruction, grabbing your arms and wrenching them back //hard//. You try to scramble away, panic setting in, but aren’t able to gain an inch. Her grip punishing, tight, unyielding. Inescapable.<<if $timeloop gte 1>><br><br>//No, not again. Please not again.//<</if>> "Sorry ‘bout this sunshine…" //Concentrate, you need to go back before—// The pistol in his hand is raised to your chest once more. //Look at the light.// Red. Broken. Flickering. //Use it as a focus and—// His finger moves for the trigger.<<if $timeloop gte 1>><br><br>//Why did you think you could make a difference, change things?//<</if>> You see the $timeview<<if $timeview isnot "hourglass">> of time<</if>> before you, <<switch $timeview>><<case "thread">>see the strands unraveling and falling away.<<case "river">>watch as it flows away, current running in reverse, pulling you along.<<case "hourglass">>watch as the sand is pulled up instead of down, grain by grain, it returns.<</switch>> //Click—//and… The world fades and twists before your eyes, dragged to the force of time unwinding itself. The bullet tears through skin and sinew. The pain brilliant and burning and gone. In a moment—all gone. Back to before. Before this. Before death. Before, before, //before.// Until you’re gone. Until you’re back again. <<if $timeloop gte 1>><span class="next"><<button "Until…" "chap4.1loop1">><</button>></span><<else>><span class="next"><<button "Until…" "chap4.1loop">><</button>></span><</if>><<elseif $convinceaugust is "spare">>For a moment, no one moves. The air rendered still, frozen. Then, in one fluid, simple movement, August draws out his pistol. The barrel rising to press against your chest. //No, no, no. You need to—// But before you even finish that thought, his hand shakes, the hardened edge to his expression crumbling and falling away. "Shit." He exhales. "Shit, shit, //shit.//" He turns to the side, back to you, then away again. Stalking off in two long strides to kick a glass bottle left lying in the trash harshly into the wall. Shattering it with a loud //CRASH//. He doesn’t look any calmer when he comes back, eyes wild and fever bright. "You—this isn’t going to work." "What?" Sadie asks sharply, a strange echo of your own thoughts. "The hell August?" He drags his empty hand over his face before shaking his head. "We aren’t doing this." "This… You mean carrying out the hit? The hit we were //paid// for? You can’t be serious, we can’t just—" "Well, we are." He snaps tersely. "Because I’m not doing this. I //can’t//. Not when—" He cuts himself off with a small frustrated sound. "Any other job, any other hit, fuck, I’ll go do it right now if you want me to. But not this one. Am I clear?" You feel it as Sadie shifts her weight from one leg to the other. "…If that’s what you think’s best. Contrary to popular belief, I //do// trust you. Asshole." August’s shoulders relax, a tension you didn’t realize existed bleeding out. He flicks the safety back on and shoves his gun back into his coat pocket. "Thanks." He says sarcastically, a small grin on his face. "You can let go of $mhim now. I’ll… tell you more on the way back, alright?" "You fuckin’ better. If the boss yells at us, I’m lettin’ him know it was all //your// fault." She tentatively releases you, your hands finally free—//you// are free. //Alive.// Taking a stumbling step away from them you absently rub at your sore wrists, her punishing grip leaving them numb and tingling, disbelief written all over your face. "Fair enough. Though, I think I can come up with a better plan." August says with smirk. "Let’s go Sadie. I… I’ll see you around, $fname." Your mind’s gone blank, shock taking over, not a single word escaping your lips as your stare after the retreating pair. A long red coat trailing behind him and away, you stand there until you can’t see them anymore and then minutes more beyond that. //What—what just happened?// As you leave the alley, you half-way expect them to be waiting just beyond your line of sight, waiting to tell you it was all a joke and then— But no one’s there. You glance around and don’t find so much as a hint of them. No red coat, no red hair, nothing. //They really let you go?// The truth doesn’t fully sink in until you’ve made it back home, until you’ve slumped down the back of your front door and sit in a heap on the floor. //They really let you go.// You can’t help it. You laugh. Laugh at the absurdity of it all. Laugh because you’re alive. You //feel// alive. Didn’t you before? You aren’t sure anymore, the last few days passing in a dream-like haze. Strange and shifting. Unreal. You survived your initial death.<<set $convinceaugust to "live">> <span class="next"><<button "Now you just need to keep it that way." "chap4.2">><</button>></span><<elseif $convinceaugust is "moneydate">><<if $augustres gte 2>>August cocks his head from side to side, a pretend look of consideration plastered over his face before he finally breaks, a low chuckle escaping. "You know." He drawls with an amused grin. "You really aren’t what I expected. Tell you what, you keep your money and I’ll take that coupon. But, let’s take a rain check on it tonight, in a few days… I’ll get in touch and we’ll see how things go from there." //Wait… What?// "Seriously?" You blurt out, baffled. "I… Okay. Okay. Sure, let’s do that." "What? No. Hold up." Sadie says sharply. "The hell August?" He shrugs. "Why not? It’s not like we //need// to do this. And a date could be fun." "This… You mean carrying out the hit? The hit we were //paid// for? You can’t be serious, for a date? We can’t just—" "Oh, come on Sadie. Have a little faith. I wouldn’t do something like this without a solid plan, now would I?" You hear movement from behind you, Sadie shifting her weight from one leg to the other. "…Yes? You absolutely //would.// But—fine. Contrary to popular belief, I //do// trust you. Asshole." August’s shoulders relax, a tension you didn’t realize existed bleeding out. He flicks the safety back on and shoves his gun back into his coat pocket. "Thanks." He says sarcastically, a small grin on his face. "Shall we then? I’ll tell you more on the way back." "You fuckin’ better. If the boss yells at us, I’m lettin’ him know it was all //your// fault." She tentatively steps away from you, no longer blocking you in—you’re free. //Alive.// Taking a stumbling step away, you absently rub at your wrists, remembering the punishing grip she held them in the time before, disbelief written all over your face. //How… did that work?// "Fair enough." August says with smirk. "Let’s go Sadie. Oh, and I’ll see you around, $fname. //Very// soon." Your mind’s gone blank, shock taking over, not a single word escaping your lips as your stare after the retreating pair. A long red coat trailing behind him and away, you stand there until you can’t see them anymore and then minutes more beyond that. //What—what just happened?// As you leave the alley, you half-way expect them to be waiting just beyond your line of sight, waiting to tell you it was all a joke and then— But no one’s there. You glance around and don’t find so much as a hint of them. No red coat, no red hair, nothing. //They really let you go?// The truth doesn’t fully sink in until you’ve made it back home, until you’ve slumped down the back of your front door and sit in a heap on the floor. //They really let you go.// You can’t help it. You laugh. Laugh at the absurdity of it all. Laugh because you’re alive. You //feel// alive. Didn’t you before? You aren’t sure anymore, the last few days passing in a dream-like haze. Strange and shifting. Unreal. You somehow scored a date with a hitman and survived your initial death.<<set $convinceaugust to "live">> <span class="next"><<button "Now you just need to keep it that way." "chap4.2">><</button>></span><<else>><<set $augustfavor to 1>>August cocks his head from side to side, a pretend look of consideration plastered over his face before he finally breaks, a low chuckle escaping. "You know." He drawls with an amused grin. "You really aren’t what I expected. Tell you what, you keep your money and I’ll take that coupon. But, let’s take a rain check on it tonight, in a few days… I’ll get in touch and we’ll see how things go from there. Though, I //am// doing you quite the favor here. Guess you’ll just owe me one, right?" //Wait… What?// "Seriously?" You blurt out, baffled. "I… Okay. Okay. Sure, that’s—yeah." "What? No. Hold up." Sadie says sharply. "The hell August?" He shrugs. "Why not? It’s not like we //need// to do this. And a date could be fun." "This… You mean carrying out the hit? The hit we were //paid// for? You can’t be serious, for a date? We can’t just—" "Oh, come on Sadie. Have a little faith. I wouldn’t do something like this without a solid plan, now would I?" You hear movement from behind you, Sadie shifting her weight from one leg to the other. "…Yes? You absolutely //would.// But—fine. Contrary to popular belief, I //do// trust you. Asshole." August’s shoulders relax, a tension you didn’t realize existed bleeding out. He flicks the safety back on and shoves his gun back into his coat pocket. "Thanks." He says sarcastically, a small grin on his face. "Shall we then? I’ll tell you more on the way back." "You fuckin’ better. If the boss yells at us, I’m lettin’ him know it was all //your// fault." She tentatively steps away from you, no longer blocking you in—you’re free. //Alive.// Taking a stumbling step away, you absently rub at your wrists, remembering the punishing grip she held them in the time before, disbelief written all over your face. //How… did that work?// "Fair enough." August says with smirk. "Let’s go Sadie. Oh, and I’ll see you around, $fname. //Very// soon." Your mind’s gone blank, shock taking over, not a single word escaping your lips as your stare after the retreating pair. A long red coat trailing behind him and away, you stand there until you can’t see them anymore and then minutes more beyond that. //What—what just happened?// As you leave the alley, you half-way expect them to be waiting just beyond your line of sight, waiting to tell you it was all a joke and then— But no one’s there. You glance around and don’t find so much as a hint of them. No red coat, no red hair, nothing. //They really let you go?// The truth doesn’t fully sink in until you’ve made it back home, until you’ve slumped down the back of your front door and sit in a heap on the floor. //They really let you go.// You can’t help it. You laugh. Laugh at the absurdity of it all. Laugh because you’re alive. You //feel// alive. Didn’t you before? You aren’t sure anymore, the last few days passing in a dream-like haze. Strange and shifting. Unreal. You somehow scored a date with a hitman and survived your initial death.<<set $convinceaugust to "live">> <span class="next"><<button "Now you just need to keep it that way." "chap4.2">><</button>></span><</if>><<elseif $convinceaugust is "date">><<if $augustres gte 2>>August cocks his head from side to side, a pretend look of consideration plastered over his face before he finally breaks, a low chuckle escaping. "You know." He drawls with an amused grin. "You really aren’t what I expected. Tell you what, let’s take a rain check on dinner tonight and in a few days… I’ll get in touch and we’ll see how things go from there." //Wait… What?// "Seriously?" You blurt out, baffled. "I… Okay. Okay. Sure, let’s do that." "What? No. Hold up." Sadie says sharply. "The hell August?" He shrugs. "Why not? It’s not like we //need// to do this. And a date could be fun." "This… You mean carrying out the hit? The hit we were //paid// for? You can’t be serious, for a date? We can’t just—" "Oh, come on Sadie. Have a little faith. I wouldn’t do something like this without a solid plan, now would I?" You hear movement from behind you, Sadie shifting her weight from one leg to the other. "…Yes? You absolutely //would.// But—fine. Contrary to popular belief, I //do// trust you. Asshole." August’s shoulders relax, a tension you didn’t realize existed bleeding out. He flicks the safety back on and shoves his gun back into his coat pocket. "Thanks." He says sarcastically, a small grin on his face. "Shall we then? I’ll tell you more on the way back." "You fuckin’ better. If the boss yells at us, I’m lettin’ him know it was all //your// fault." She tentatively steps away from you, no longer blocking you in—you’re free. //Alive.// Taking a stumbling step away, you absently rub at your wrists, remembering the punishing grip she held them in the time before, disbelief written all over your face. //How… did that work?// "Fair enough." August says with smirk. "Let’s go Sadie. Oh, and I’ll see you around, $fname. //Very// soon." Your mind’s gone blank, shock taking over, not a single word escaping your lips as your stare after the retreating pair. A long red coat trailing behind him and away, you stand there until you can’t see them anymore and then minutes more beyond that. //What—what just happened?// As you leave the alley, you half-way expect them to be waiting just beyond your line of sight, waiting to tell you it was all a joke and then— But no one’s there. You glance around and don’t find so much as a hint of them. No red coat, no red hair, nothing. //They really let you go?// The truth doesn’t fully sink in until you’ve made it back home, until you’ve slumped down the back of your front door and sit in a heap on the floor. //They really let you go.// You can’t help it. You laugh. Laugh at the absurdity of it all. Laugh because you’re alive. You //feel// alive. Didn’t you before? You aren’t sure anymore, the last few days passing in a dream-like haze. Strange and shifting. Unreal. You somehow scored a date with a hitman and survived your initial death.<<set $convinceaugust to "live">> <span class="next"><<button "Now you just need to keep it that way." "chap4.2">><</button>></span><<else>><<set $augustfavor to 1>>August cocks his head from side to side, a pretend look of consideration plastered over his face before he finally breaks, a low chuckle escaping. "You know." He drawls with an amused grin. "You really aren’t what I expected. Tell you what, let’s take a rain check on dinner tonight and in a few days… I’ll get in touch and we’ll see how things go from there. Though, I //am// doing you quite the favor here. Guess you’ll just owe me one, right?" //Wait… What?// "Seriously?" You blurt out, baffled. "I… Okay. Okay. Sure, that’s—yeah." "What? No. Hold up." Sadie says sharply. "The hell August?" He shrugs. "Why not? It’s not like we //need// to do this. And a date could be fun." "This… You mean carrying out the hit? The hit we were //paid// for? You can’t be serious, for a date? We can’t just—" "Oh, come on Sadie. Have a little faith. I wouldn’t do something like this without a solid plan, now would I?" You hear movement from behind you, Sadie shifting her weight from one leg to the other. "…Yes? You absolutely //would.// But—fine. Contrary to popular belief, I //do// trust you. Asshole." August’s shoulders relax, a tension you didn’t realize existed bleeding out. He flicks the safety back on and shoves his gun back into his coat pocket. "Thanks." He says sarcastically, a small grin on his face. "Shall we then? I’ll tell you more on the way back." "You fuckin’ better. If the boss yells at us, I’m lettin’ him know it was all //your// fault." She tentatively steps away from you, no longer blocking you in—you’re free. //Alive.// Taking a stumbling step away, you absently rub at your wrists, remembering the punishing grip she held them in the time before, disbelief written all over your face. //How… did that work?// "Fair enough." August says with smirk. "Let’s go Sadie. Oh, and I’ll see you around, $fname. //Very// soon." Your mind’s gone blank, shock taking over, not a single word escaping your lips as your stare after the retreating pair. A long red coat trailing behind him and away, you stand there until you can’t see them anymore and then minutes more beyond that. //What—what just happened?// As you leave the alley, you half-way expect them to be waiting just beyond your line of sight, waiting to tell you it was all a joke and then— But no one’s there. You glance around and don’t find so much as a hint of them. No red coat, no red hair, nothing. //They really let you go?// The truth doesn’t fully sink in until you’ve made it back home, until you’ve slumped down the back of your front door and sit in a heap on the floor. //They really let you go.// You can’t help it. You laugh. Laugh at the absurdity of it all. Laugh because you’re alive. You //feel// alive. Didn’t you before? You aren’t sure anymore, the last few days passing in a dream-like haze. Strange and shifting. Unreal. You somehow scored a date with a hitman and survived your initial death.<<set $convinceaugust to "live">> <span class="next"><<button "Now you just need to keep it that way." "chap4.2">><</button>></span><</if>><<else>>For a moment, no one moves. The air rendered still, frozen. Then, in one fluid, simple movement, August draws out his pistol. The barrel rising to press against your chest. //No, no, no. You need to—// But before you even finish that thought, his hand shakes, the hardened edge to his expression crumbling and falling away. "Shit." He exhales. "Shit, shit, //shit.//" He turns to the side, back to you, then away again. Stalking off in two long strides to kick a glass bottle left lying in the trash harshly into the wall. Shattering it with a loud //CRASH//. He doesn’t look any calmer when he comes back, eyes wild and fever bright. "You—why did it have to be you?" "What?" Sadie asks sharply, a strange echo of your own thoughts. "The hell August?" He drags his empty hand over his face before shaking his head. "We aren’t doing this." "This… You mean carrying out the hit? The hit we were //paid// for? You can’t be serious, we can’t just—" "Well, we are." He snaps tersely. "Because I’m not doing this. I //can’t//. Not when—" He cuts himself off with a small frustrated sound. "Any other job, any other hit, fuck, I’ll go do it right now if you want me to. But not this one. Am I clear?" You feel it as Sadie shifts her weight from one leg to the other. "…If that’s what you think’s best. Contrary to popular belief, I //do// trust you. Asshole." August’s shoulders relax, a tension you didn’t realize existed bleeding out. He flicks the safety back on and shoves his gun back into his coat pocket. "Thanks." He says sarcastically, a small grin on his face. "You can let go of $mhim now. I’ll… tell you more on the way back, alright?" "You fuckin’ better. If the boss yells at us, I’m lettin’ him know it was all //your// fault." She tentatively releases you, your hands finally free—//you// are free. //Alive.// Taking a stumbling step away from them you absently rub at your sore wrists, her punishing grip leaving them numb and tingling, disbelief written all over your face. "Fair enough. Though, I think I can come up with a better plan." August says with smirk. "Let’s go Sadie. I… I’ll see you around, $fname. Try not to—ah, nevermind." He adds, shaking his head ruefully. Your mind’s gone blank, shock taking over, not a single word escaping your lips as your stare after the retreating pair. A long red coat trailing behind him and away, you stand there until you can’t see them anymore and then minutes more beyond that. //What—what just happened?// As you leave the alley, you half-way expect them to be waiting just beyond your line of sight, waiting to tell you it was all a joke and then— But no one’s there. You glance around and don’t find so much as a hint of them. No red coat, no red hair, nothing. //They really let you go?// The truth doesn’t fully sink in until you’ve made it back home, until you’ve slumped down the back of your front door and sit in a heap on the floor. //They really let you go.// You can’t help it. You laugh. Laugh at the absurdity of it all. Laugh because you’re alive. You //feel// alive. Didn’t you before? You aren’t sure anymore, the last few days passing in a dream-like haze. Strange and shifting. Unreal. You survived your initial death.<<set $convinceaugust to "live">> <span class="next"><<button "Now you just need to keep it that way." "chap4.2">><</button>></span><</if>>

<<set $augustres to $temp>><<set $temp to 0>><<set $timetraveled += 1>><<set $timeloop += 1>><<if $timetraveled is 1>>You stumble forward, dizzy and shaking, the room around you spinning. Unable to hold yourself up, you fall to your hands and knees, impact hard enough to bruise. Nauseous, stomach lurching, you only just avoid vomiting all over yourself. The floor, however, is not nearly so lucky. Your throat burns from the stomach acid, your head is pounding, and your chest—you frantically pull your uncooperative hands up to press against a wound that doesn’t exist. //You weren’t fast enough.// The specter of a bullet gouging a path through your torso still lingers despite your hurried assurance of its nonexistence. The skin unmarked, intact, with not so much as a drop of blood as proof of your injury. This time, it was expected. You knew the risk you were taking, saw the glint in his eye as he pulled the trigger. But does choosing it for yourself make the pain any easier to bear? Make the ache of what was, the fear, any less debilitating? No. Of course it doesn’t. You were a fool to ever think otherwise. You aren’t sure how long you sit there—the cold hardwood floor growing warm under your palms, the scent of your own sick permeating the air—the seconds, minutes, hours, all run together in your mind. It takes more effort than you’d like to admit to pull yourself back up, to blink through the spots clouding your vision and look around. Look at the familiar furniture, beige walls, and—//home.// You made it back home. The sheer relief of it nearly sends you falling back down again. On the one hand, it’s good your powers still work, that you //aren’t// dead, that the previous time wasn’t some strange cosmic fluke, but on the other hand… //How far back have you gone this time?//<<else>>You stumble forward, dizzy, the room around you spinning. Legs trembling, you decide to sit down on the floor where you are until the feeling passes. //At least it’s not as bad as late time.// Your head is pounding, and your chest—you frantically pull your uncooperative hands up to press against a wound that doesn’t exist. //You weren’t fast enough.// The specter of a bullet gouging a path through your torso still lingers despite your hurried assurance of its nonexistence. The skin unmarked, intact, with not so much as a drop of blood as proof of your injury. This time, it was expected. You knew the risk you were taking, saw the glint in his eye as he pulled the trigger. But does choosing it for yourself make the pain any easier to bear? Make the ache of what was, the fear, any less debilitating? No. Of course it doesn’t. You were a fool to ever think otherwise. You aren’t sure how long you sit there—the cold hardwood floor growing warm under your palms—the seconds, minutes, hours, all run together in your mind. It takes more effort than you’d like to admit to pull yourself back up, to blink through the spots clouding your vision and look around. Look at the familiar furniture, beige walls, and—//home.// You made it back home. The sheer relief of it nearly sends you falling back down again. On the one hand, it’s good your powers still work, that you //aren’t// dead, that the previous time wasn’t some strange cosmic fluke, but on the other hand… //How far back have you gone this time?//<</if>> Grabbing your phone, you brace yourself as you check the date and see… //Oh.// It’s still Thursday. Only a few hours into the past rather than a week. You suppose you shouldn’t be surprised that this death differs so greatly from the last. You knew what you were walking into, knew about your ability and how to use it, and knew you weren’t actually going to die. It makes sense your power wouldn’t send you far back. But it did send you back enough to change things. You don’t plan on letting August kill you again, twice is more than enough. You’ll get it right this time. *<<link "Just take a different route home from work, that way you avoid him entirely." "chap4.1">><<set $chap4sub to "route">><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><</link>> *<<link "Call out from work. You haven’t used up any of your sick days in quite a while anyway." "chap4.1">><<set $chap4sub to "home">><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><</link>> *<<link "Maybe all you need is to approach him in a different way? You’ll risk the encounter with August again." "chap4.1">><<set $chap4sub to "confront">><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><</link>>

You aren’t sure if you’re still breathing. Everything feels wrong, freezing and slow, trapped under ice. You claw and beat against the surface but can’t figure out how to break free. She’s dead. A woman is dead. Your coworker. Days after they failed to kill //you.// The company. //Of course.// It wasn’t you they wanted, not really, it was $vmr Zhang. VZSystems. An underground info broker commanding a spider’s web of secrets and spies with a focus on corporate espionage. That’s not a industry conducive to making friends. The power $vhe holds at $vhis fingertips could make or break lives—bring businesses crumbling to the ground as they get tied up in scandal after scandal. All it would take is one person with enough power and the motivation to ruin you all. Even with as careful as $vmr Zhang is—both in the clients $vhe accepts, who $vhe hires, and the jobs themselves—all it takes is one mistake, one wrong choice, one wrong //person//, to have it all fall down. And it seems that person isn’t the type to go straight for the head of the beast. They want it all. Want to pull the castle down in its entirety one brick at a time. And you—you just had the misfortune of being the weak link they decided to sever first. It makes sense, doesn’t it? You’re nothing. An insignificant cog in the machine. A fish swimming circles in a bowl it thinks is the sea. Nothing but another ant to crush underfoot, forgotten and passed over, in the pursuit of the bigger kill. Just the first domino down the line. Or, you would’ve been if not for… //Lexi Monroe.// You may not have been close with her, but her death hangs heavy above your head regardless. If you hadn’t survived Thursday night, would Lexi still be alive? Does her blood stain your hands as it does theirs? Realistically, you know that’s not true. If they want to take you all down, she’d have been a name on their list anyway. And yet, you can’t help feeling as if you’ve made a terrible mistake somewhere. //Maybe if you had said something to $vmr Zhang sooner…// //If, if, if.// What good will it do you to wonder? No, if you want to make a change, there’s only one real option. Your eyes fix on the clock ticking away by second, by minute, by hour on the wall before you. Time moving forward as it always does. Linear. Constant. Heedless. //You’d have to go back.// *<<link "//If she died last night then…// Yesterday morning should work. You just need to figure out where she’ll be later. And how to get her away from there." "chap4.22">><<set $timetraveled += 1>><<set $lexi to "attempt">><</link>> *<<link "//Saving yourself is one thing, but trying to save another…// You shake your head slowly. This isn’t your responsibility. Leave it be." "chap4.2alt">><<set $lexi to "dead">><</link>>

"Are you all right, $mmr $lname?" $vnick asks gently, taking your continued silence as shock over the news of Lexi’s death. <<if $callous gt $kindness>>"I’m fine. Just lost in thought." You shake your head dismissively. "More importantly, do you want me to assist with things here? On the clock, obviously. You probably shouldn’t be dealing with this alone."<<else>>"I’m fine. Or, well, I will be. Is there anything I can do to help? You shouldn’t have to deal with all this on your own."<</if>> <<if $chap4sub is "vhelp">>"Shouldn’t I?" $vnick says, mouth pulled into a mirthless smile. "It’s my fault, after all. You tried to warn me but I didn’t listen. I thought it wasn’t as serious as you claimed. That—that I knew better. Her blood is on //my// hands. I don’t know how you knew, but it doesn’t matter now. I can’t bring Lexi back. The most I can do is stop anyone else from suffering her fate. Stay and help if you want, I know I shouldn’t be trying to take it all on on my own. It won’t help. Just more foolishness on my part I suppose." //That’s…// "$vnick. It’s not, I mean, you didn’t know. If anything, I should have—" Unsettled and off-kilter as you are, you allow the sound of the elevator’s //ding// ringing out once more to cut you off as it heralds the arrival of a well-known—and in this case, unwelcome—figure.<<else>>$vnick sighs, looking exhausted and worn down, shadows under $vhis eyes as dark as a bruise. "I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to have a second pair of eyes on things. Actually, I… I’d really appreciate it. Thank you. Here, if you could go through these files and tell me if there’s any—" Cutting $vself off, $vnick narrows $vhis eyes and turns towards the elevator whose doors are sliding open once again. That same familiar //ding// ringing out once again, heralding the arrival of a well-known—and in this case, unwelcome—figure.<</if>> <<if $airel gte 30 or $kindness gte $callous>>//Oh no. She shouldn’t be here. Losing her friend so suddenly, she shouldn’t have to…//<<else>>//Oh. Shit. This isn’t good. Wasn’t she close to Lexi? To lose her so suddenly, this is going to be…<</if>> <<if $chap4sub isnot "amarahelp">>"Okay, so I know you said not to come in today, but, honestly? Since when have you //ever// given the whole damn office paid leave? Voluntarily? You don’t even approve the requests for it if they aren’t submitted early enough! So, I thought “something’s up”, and came in to help. And, look," Amara says, arms crossed as she eyes you pointedly, "I //clearly// wasn’t the only one. So, berate me all you want, but I’m here now. Might as well fill me in, eh?" //She doesn’t know yet… She doesn’t…// $vnick’s expression completely blanks, eyes growing distant and dull, hands clutched hard enough you can see a vein popping out. "Ms. Ingram… I’m so sorry. I… perhaps I should have explained everything sooner, it had simply felt wrong to announce such a thing over the phone. I—" $vHe takes a deep, stuttering breath, before looking up and steadily meeting Amara’s eyes. "It’s Ms. Lexi Monroe, last night she—she was murdered. I’m sorry." <<else>>"Okay, so I know you said not to come in today, but, something—something’s really wrong! Lexi, I can’t reach her. I’ve tried calling over and over but…" Amara freezes as her eyes land on you. "I didn’t… I didn’t listen, $fname. I-I thought—I mean, I told her but… We didn’t take it seriously and now she’s not answering and I can’t do anything! $vmr Zhang, please, what’s going on? Is Lexi… is she…" //She doesn’t know yet… She doesn’t…// $vnick’s expression completely blanks, eyes growing distant and dull, hands clutched hard enough you can see a vein popping out. "Ms. Ingram… I’m so sorry. I… it didn’t feel right, to announce such a thing over the phone, and I—" $vHe takes a deep, stuttering breath, before looking up and steadily meeting Amara’s eyes. "Ms. Lexi Monroe, last night she—she was murdered. I’m sorry."<</if>> Amara—Amara completely freezes, the easy motion she carries with her withering away. Overtaken by a still silence as the shock sets in, as the warmth of her skin drains leaving it ashen and deathly under the fluorescent lights. "No." She finally gasps. "//No!// Please tell me you’re lying! Lexi, s-she can’t be…" Amara trails off, voice dimming til it’s just barely above a whisper, her eyes filling with tears too fast to be blinked away. "We, the two of us, were supposed to hang out this weekend. We… we were supposed to…" <<if $airel gte 40 or $airo gte 3>>"Amara…" You say softly, reaching over to her with clearly telegraphed motions, giving her room to pull away if she doesn’t want to be touched right now. To your surprise, she doesn’t wait for you to move closer and throws herself at you instead, hands wrapping around your back and clinging there as tightly as her shaking hands can muster. You can feel her sobs as they wrack through her body, feel them soak through your shirt where she rests her head. Helpless to do anything else, you simply hold her in turn. "Amara… I…" You never do manage to finish that sentence, interrupted as you are by the shrill ringing of the front desk’s landline. You can’t see the caller ID from here, but you’d wager it’s not anyone good judging by your boss’ even further drawn expression. Even so, $vhe doesn’t hesitate picking up the receiver.<<else>>"Ms. Ingram…" $vnick says softly, reaching over to her cautiously as though planning to place a hand on her shoulder. To $vhis surprise, Amara throws herself at $vhim instead, hands wrapping around $vhis back and clinging there as tightly as her shaking hands can muster. You can see her sobs as they wrack through her body, likely soaking through $vmr Zhang’s shirt where she rests her head. "Ms. Ingram… I…" Unfortunately for $vnick, $vhes never given the chance to finish that sentence, interrupted as $vhe is by the shrill ringing of the front desk’s landline. You lean over to see the caller ID but it simply reads: //Unknown//. With a gentle hushed tone and words uttered too quietly for you to make out, $vnick carefully detangles $vself from Amara and moves to pick up the receiver.<</if>> "RYSolutions, how can I—" $vHe answers with an unaffected air, giving the current name of VZSystems cover business. You don’t hear what’s being said on the other side, only the vaguest murmur reaching you, but whatever it is, it must be important judging by the way $vmr Zhang’s eyes sharpen, $vhis grip tightening on the phone. "I see." $vHe says carefully. "If what you’re saying is true, then I agree that would be the best course of action for both parties, but that’s a big if. Especially given what’s recently happened. Can you provide any reason why I should trust you?" <<if $airel gte 40 or $airo gte 3>>Amara jolts at hearing this, carefully peeling herself away from you and rubbing at her red rimmed eyes, something like determination glinting in them. You both inch closer, straining to catch what’s being said.<<else>>You inch slightly closer, straining to catch what’s being said.<</if>> You’re hardly able hear more than a word, but in this case, one proves more than enough. //August.// It all comes back to him doesn’t it? The name alone would’ve been enough for you to guess at what they were talking about, but then $vnick’s face pales. $vHe braces $vself on the desk with one hand and says, "All right. I-I can’t trust you entirely, this could easily be a setup but… I believe you are risking a lot to tell me this. So, //fine.// I’ll meet you at the provided time and location. Goodbye." For as calm as $vhe sounded, $vnick nearly slams the phone back into its base. Taking a steadying breath, $vhe shuts $vhis eyes for a brief moment before glancing towards the two of you. "Well. I’m assuming both of you want to help find the person responsible for Ms. Monroe’s death, yes?" $vHe says, making to grab $vhis suitcase from where it sits on the desk. "Then you better keep up. It would seem we have a meeting to prepare for." <span class="next"><<button "Next" "chap4.3">><</button>></span>

A day. That’s all you need. <<if $cautious gte $reckless>>You grip the desk harder, trying to will the trembling from your uncooperative limbs.<<else>>You grip the desk harder, trying to will the trembling from your uncooperative limbs.<</if>> //You can do this. You ''have'' to do this.// $vmr Zhang is still talking, the cadence of $vhis voice familiar yet distant. You hear the words, but can’t make sense of them, mind still half-trapped under the ice coursing through your veins. //"… should sit down. I’ll get…"// You watch the hands of the clock before you, concentrate, and will them //back.// //"… all right? $mmr $lname?"// Everything is still, frozen. Then, a stutter. The hands jerk and flinch, as if pulled from two directions at once, until— The minute hand falls back by one, five, and then— You think you hear a voice calling your name, <<if $vrel gte 30>>rife with concern<<else>>serious and stern<</if>>, but it soon fractures and fades. The hands spin in reverse. Faster and faster. One blink of an eye and they’re gone, replaced with a flash of blinding white—it’s all //gone.// You close your eyes. <span class="next"><<button "And wait for it to take you." "chap4.23">><</button>></span>

<<type 50ms>>//Sunday, September 3rd – East Vermell Industrial District//<</type>> <<if $expressive gte $stoic>>You don’t bother suppressing a grimace as you step out of the car take in your surroundings. "An abandoned warehouse? Seems our mysterious informant has a thing for cliches." "It certainly wouldn’t be my first choice of meeting place," $vnick says, eyeing the broken window by the door, "but it wasn’t up to me. Regardless, we’re already here, we shouldn’t dawdle. Just… watch where you step."<<else>>You hardly manage to suppress a grimace as you step out of the car take in your surroundings. An abandoned warehouse. //Guess this mysterious informant has a thing for cliches.// "It certainly wouldn’t be my first choice of meeting place," $vnick says, noticing your expression as you take in the broken window by the door, "but it wasn’t up to me. Regardless, we’re already here, we shouldn’t dawdle. Just… watch where you step."<</if>> "Well, on the plus side, I doubt we need to worry about anyone eavesdropping on us." <<if $lexi is "alive">>"Yeah! Or hearing us scream if this all goes horribly sideways!" Amara adds with a teasing grin, looking not at all concerned. $vnick shoots her an exasperated look and shakes $vhis head. "Was that //really// necessary?" Then, more to $vself than her. "I’m seriously starting to think we may need a counselor on staff." "Well…" Amara drawls, a teasing set to her mouth as she prepares what you’ve no doubt would’ve been a snark-laden reply, but she’s beaten to the punch by the sound of an exaggerated scoff coming from behind you.<<else>>"Or hearing us scream when this goes horribly sideways." Amara adds with cynical grin, eyes dark and flint sharp. $vnick shoots her a concerned look, making an aborted motion towards her. "Ms. Ingram, you don’t have to come with us if you don’t feel comfortable doing so. If you’d prefer to wait in the car…" "What? You…" Amara says, a tense set to her mouth as she prepares what you’ve no doubt would’ve been a biting reply, but she’s beaten to the punch by the sound of a pointed cough coming from behind you.<</if>> <<if $knowreyes is 1>>"Sorry to interrupt." Reyes says, leaning out of their rolled down window. $vnick having made sure to call them in for your meeting—both for the escort and as potential backup. "But we’re on somethin’ of a time limit here. Our informant friend was pretty damn clear about that. Might wanna table this discussion for later."<<else>>"Sorry to interrupt." The person says, leaning out of their rolled down window. //Reyes. $vmr Zhang’s personal driver and… friend?// You’re not completely certain, honestly, having only been introduced to them earlier today. $vnick had called them in both for the escort and as potential backup. They… aren’t what you were expecting when $vnick told you about them. Tall and broad with short wild curly black hair, dark brown eyes lined in even darker eyeliner, warm brown skin, and a multitude of scars. Dressed in cargo pants and a heavily studded motorcycle jacket, accessorized with a golden cross necklace, they’re about as far removed from the image $vmr Zhang maintains as you’ve ever seen. Not really someone you’d except $vhim to keep close. "But we’re on somethin’ of a time limit here." Reyes continues. "Our informant friend was pretty damn clear about that. Might wanna table this discussion for later."<<set $knowreyes to 1>><</if>> "You’re quite right about that, we should head in. Unless either of you are having seconds thoughts? If so, now’s your chance to back out. It may not be an option once we’re inside." $vnick says, headed for the door. <<if $lexi is "alive">>"Nah, no problems here." Amara says. "I’m all good to go if you are."<<else>>"No. I’m fine." Amara says curtly. "Can we go already?"<</if>> "I’m ready as well. I’ve got no plans on backing out of this." You reply.<<if $pessimistic gt $optimistic>> //Not like it matters.// This seems like it’ll be a mess regardless.<</if>> $vnick nods. "Then, let’s go. Reyes, I expect you to keep an eye on things from out here. Let me know if anything happens and be ready to leave at a moment’s notice. I’ll use our usual signal." "You got it boss. I’ll be seein’ y’all soon." Reyes calls after you with an exaggerated salute as you walk through a door that seems to be barely holding on to its hinges. *<<link "“This is going to go some kind of way.” You mumble following Amara and your boss into the dilapidated building." "chap4.31">><<set $pessimistic to Math.round($pessimistic * 1.05)>><<set $optimistic to 100 - $pessimistic>><</link>> *<<link "“We’ll try to make it back in one piece!” You say returning their salute with a flourish, walking backwards into the warehouse." "chap4.31">><<set $expressive to Math.round($expressive * 1.05)>><<set $stoic to 100 - $expressive>><</link>> *<<link "You turn back to nod at Reyes before you’re completely inside. //Well, at least you’ve got backup.//" "chap4.31">><<set $stoic to Math.round($stoic * 1.05)>><<set $expressive to 100 - $stoic>><</link>> *<<link "“Thanks for looking out for us Reyes, hopefully we’ll come back with good news.” You say before heading in with a grateful smile." "chap4.31">><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><</link>>

<<if $lexi is "alive">>"So, uh," Amara says wincing as she steps over shards of broken glass and debris, "who are we meeting exactly? I mean, besides havin’ info on the situation with Lexi, did she, like, give you a name or…?"<<else>>"So," you say wincing as you step over shards of broken glass and debris, "who are we meeting exactly? I mean, you said she has information related to Lexi, but did she tell you anything else?"<</if>> $vnick hums, adjusting $vhis flashlight to better light the way given the scant amount of windows. "Not much I’m afraid. She did say she works at Club Pyre and overheard a meeting between some of her more… unsavory coworkers. Apparently, VZSystems was mentioned. Extensively. She wasn’t comfortable saying much more than that on the phone." <<if $cautious gte $reckless>>"That… sounds like a setup. Should we—I mean, why did you agree to meet her?" You ask.<<else>>"Well, that sounds like a setup if I ever heard one. But hey, no risk no reward, right? Not that I would’ve thought //you’d// agree with that." You say.<</if>> <<if $lexi is "alive">>"Truthfully, I was very reluctant to do so, especially with the both of you accompanying me. But… I need to know who’s targeting my employees. The threat to Lexi, to my company. If she claims to know who’s behind it, if she’s willing to risk her life to tell us, I’m willing to risk my own in turn to give her that chance."<<else>>"Truthfully, I was very reluctant to do so, especially with the both of you accompanying me. But… I need to know who’s targeting my employees. I was too late for Lexi, I //refuse// to fail again, and if she claims to know who’s behind it? If she’s willing to risk her life to tell us, I’m willing to risk my own in turn to give her that chance."<</if>> You aren’t sure if you’ve ever seen $vnick so… expressive before. So angry it seeps into every single word, every gesture. $vHes always seemed so cool, collected, calculating. Never giving anything away. Or, at least, not like this. Not with such ardent fury burning in $vhis eyes, unable or unwilling to hide it away as $vhe normally does. It’s both strangely comforting and terrifying. Neither you nor Amara find the words to speak as you wind further through the rows of pallets sitting abandoned in racks looming far above your heads. In the silence, you notice a quiet sound coming from somewhere further within the building, like that of water dripping onto the floor from a leaky roof. //Unsurprising, given the state this place is in.// But for some reason it makes you feel ill at ease, especially as you creep closer to the source. It’s somewhere towards—what you assume to be—the middle of the warehouse when you finally find her, the person who must be your mystery informant. She’s sitting casually in a chair in a clearing between the racks with her back facing you, a dim light set up across from her illuminating just enough to make out your surroundings. <<if $lexi is "alive">>"Hello? Miss? We’re, uh, here for that meetin’ you called about?" Amara calls out to her, waving to her turned back.<<else>>"Hello?" You call out to her. "You’re, uh, the person who called us earlier aren’t you? For the meeting?"<</if>> Despite there only being a few feet between you, the woman doesn’t react as you expected, in fact, she doesn’t react at all—doesn’t so much as flinch. No movement or words to acknowledge you, simply nothing. You glance to $vnick, wondering if you should try approaching her. $vHe nods slowly at you, brows furrowed, seeming to understand your unspoken question. "Move cautiously, $fname. I’ll be right behind you." *<<link "//Cautious. Right.// Not as though you’d be anything else. It doesn’t take a genius to see something’s off here. You just hope you aren’t walking into a trap." "chap4.32">><<set $cautious to Math.round($cautious * 1.05)>><<set $reckless to 100 - $cautious>><</link>> *<<link "You stride forward confidently. If it’s a trap, you’re already knee deep in it. //Why stop now?//" "chap4.32">><<set $reckless to Math.round($reckless * 1.05)>><<set $cautious to 100 - $reckless>><</link>> *<<link "Truthfully, you’re hardly thinking of the danger as you move forward, more concerned that something’s wrong with her. That she might need help." "chap4.32">><<set $kindness to Math.round($kindness * 1.05)>><<set $callous to 100 - $kindness>><</link>> *<<link "You can’t help feeling slighted. //Is she seriously ignoring you right now?// After the effort you’ve gone to in order to meet her here, this better be good." "chap4.32">><<set $callous to Math.round($callous * 1.05)>><<set $kindness to 100 - $callous>><</link>> <<if $perception gte 60>>*<<link "//Something’s horribly wrong here.// You can’t help but think seeing the way she’s slumped in her chair. Unmoving. Unresponsive. //As if she’s…//" "chap4.32">><</link>><</if>>

You hear it again, louder as you near the form seated on the lone chair, that subtle drip-drop of water hitting pavement. You’re close enough to see it now as the fluid forms rivulets down her arm, draped as it is off the front of the chair, falling from her fingertips and forming a puddle of crimson beneath her. Unseen in the dim lighting, from her position, until you’re nearly stepping in it. Blood, still slowly flowing from the long gash drawn cleanly across her slit throat. From a body not yet cold. You <<if $expressive gt $stoic>>only just <</if>>manage to swallow a scream. Wide-eyed and horrified, you scramble backwards, nearly tripping over your haste to get away. You turn to Amara and $vnick to warn them, but it’s too late, both sets of eyes fixate on the same scene as you. Amara gasps, hands closing over her mouth, and jolts back far enough to hit a metal rack with a //bang//. And $vnick—$vnick just stops and stares. The minute widening of $vhis eyes and subtle tensing of $vhis shoulders are all that give $vhis shock away. None of you move. None of you //breathe// for what feels like an eternity. Amara is the first to break the silence, voice weak and wavering. "I-is she…?" "Dead?" You swing your head around so fast you worry you’ll snap your own neck. The speaker saunters towards you, emerging from somewhere deeper inside with a flash of red. August. //Of course it’s him.// "Obviously." His smirk widens a touch too far, turning into something unsettling and wild. Sadistic. Gleeful. <span class="next"><<button "“I made sure of that.”" "demoend">><</button>></span>

<<if $timetraveled is 1>>It takes a moment for you to understand where you are, or if there’s even ground still beneath your feet. The world around you is spinning in a hazy swirl of beige and gray. You close your eyes, dizzy and sick, and all but collapse against the cool wall beside you. Your entire body is thrumming, shaking, with an energy both foreign and entirely familiar. You close your eyes, waiting for the feeling to pass, but you can hardly even hold yourself up. Falling to your knees, you turn to the side and— Well, at least you don’t feel as nauseous anymore. Not that you think you have anything left to throw up. //At least linoleum is easy enough to clean.//<<elseif $timetraveled gte 2>>It takes a moment for you to understand where you are, or if there’s even solid ground beneath your feet. The world around you is spinning in a hazy swirl of beige and gray. You close your eyes and lean against the cool wall beside you. Your entire body is thrumming, shaking, with an energy both foreign and entirely familiar. //Did it feel like this before?// You close your eyes, waiting for the feeling to pass. Waiting for the world to stabilize again. //Or for you yourself to remember your place in it.//<</if>> Eventually, you manage to force your eyes back open, blinking rapidly against the harsh fluorescent lights above you. Rows of numbered metal lockers line the wall you’re resting against, cold and uniform. The rest of the walls are a dull beige, with a checkered gray and white tiled floor. It is, without a doubt, your apartment’s mail room. //Strange.// You don’t recall picking up your mail yesterday, but, then again, it’s hard to think straight with your head still spinning. More importantly—you fish for your phone—is checking to see if you managed to return to the right date. //If you didn’t…// Well, it’s probably best not to think too hard on that one, especially since, as your fumbling for the power button proves, that’s no longer a concern. //Saturday, September 2nd.// The screen reads clear as day. You aren’t entirely sure //how// your powers work, but it seems focusing on when you want to go back to works wells enough. Thankfully. It’s still relatively early in the day, only ten in the morning. You should have plenty of time to save Lexi before… <<if $callous gt $kindness>>//No point in worrying. It won’t matter even if you fail.//<<else>>You take a deep breath. //Don’t go there $fname. You won’t like it.//<</if>> You have plenty of time. All you need to decide now, is //how// to approach Lexi about this. How to get her away from her predetermined death. Away from August. All without revealing the truth of how you came into that information—fat chance she’d believe it anyway. *<<link "Perhaps you could contact her anonymously? A text from a burner phone is easy enough to arrange." "chap4.24">><<set $chap4sub to "anon">><<set $lexichance to random(1, 100)>><</link>> *<<link "Why not contact her directly? She’ll be more likely to believe someone she actually knows over a stranger, right?" "chap4.24">><<set $chap4sub to "direct">><<set $lexichance to random(1, 100)>><</link>> *<<link "Contact Amara instead. She and Lexi are close friends. Get her to believe you and Lexi won’t be long after." "chap4.24">><<set $chap4sub to "amarahelp">><</link>> *<<link "Contact $vnick instead. Lexi might not be willing to listen to you, but she should listen to your boss." "chap4.24">><<set $chap4sub to "vhelp">><</link>>

<<if $chap4sub is "anon">>Getting a burner phone isn’t a problem—you’ve done it often enough for work—and you already have her personal phone number, something she gave you when you started working there for "emergencies only", so your only real problem now is figuring out what to say. Normally, sending a simple text message would be no cause for concern, but, if you mess this up, if she doesn’t take it seriously… //A pool of blood on the pavement A bullet through the chest. A body left to rot, quickly going cold. All watched by a man in red with a laughing grin and smoking gun.// <<if $callous gt $kindness>>You already have enough on your plate, you don’t want //him// to add anymore to it.<<else>>You don’t want that to happen to anyone else. Not again. Not if you can prevent it.<</if>> Best choose your words carefully. *<<link "//“Lexi Monroe. Your days are numbered. It ends tonight.”// You type, hoping the ominous threat with scare her into action." "chap4.25">><<if $lexichance lte 10>><<set $lexi to "alive">><<else>><<set $lexi to "failed">><</if>><<set $chap4subsub to "vague">><</link>> *<<link "//“To Ms. Lexi Monroe,”// you start, deciding to act as an anonymous informant, //“your life is in danger. Stay away from your home and usual haunts. It’s no longer safe.”//" "chap4.25">><<if $lexichance lte 50 or $persuasion gt 60>><<set $lexi to "alive">><<else>><<set $lexi to "failed">><</if>><<set $chap4subsub to "warn">><</link>> *<<link "//“You’re going to die tonight, Lexi. Run while you have the chance or you’ll regret it.”// You write, going for the direct approach." "chap4.25">><<if $lexichance lte 30 or $intimidation gt 60>><<set $lexi to "alive">><<else>><<set $lexi to "failed">><</if>><<set $chap4subsub to "threat">><</link>><<elseif $chap4sub is "direct">>Thankfully, you already have Lexi’s personal phone number, something she gave you when you started working there for “emergencies only”, so your only real problem now is figuring out what to say. Normally, sending a simple text message would be no cause for concern, but, if you mess this up, if she doesn’t take you seriously… //A pool of blood on the pavement A bullet through the chest. A body left to rot, quickly going cold. All watched by a man in red with a laughing grin and smoking gun.// <<if $callous gt $kindness>>You already have enough on your plate, you don’t want //him// to add anymore to it.<<else>>You don’t want that to happen to anyone else. Not again. Not if you can prevent it.<</if>> Best choose your words carefully. *<<link "//“Someone wants you dead.”// You write, getting straight to the point. //“You need to find somewhere safe to hide. Now.”//" "chap4.25">><<if $lexichance lte 50 or $intimidation gt 60>><<set $lexi to "alive">><<else>><<set $lexi to "failed">><</if>><<set $chap4subsub to "threat">><</link>> *<<link "//“Hey Lexi it’s $fname.”// You start politely. //“I came into some info recently that someone may be coming after you. Your home might not be safe right now. Be careful.”//" "chap4.25">><<if $lexichance lte 70 or $persuasion gt 60>><<set $lexi to "alive">><<else>><<set $lexi to "failed">><</if>><<set $chap4subsub to "warn">><</link>> *<<link "//“You need to go into hiding for a while.”// You type, deciding it’s better not to explain—to rely on her trust in you. //“Things aren’t safe anymore.”//" "chap4.25">><<if $lexichance lte 30>><<set $lexi to "alive">><<else>><<set $lexi to "failed">><</if>><<set $chap4subsub to "vague">><</link>><<elseif $chap4sub is "amarahelp">>Is involving Amara in this a mistake? Quite possibly, but, given what’s at stake here, it’s a risk you’re willing to take. The only question now is figuring out what to say. Normally, sending a simple text message would be no cause for concern, but, if you mess this up, if she doesn’t take you seriously… //A pool of blood on the pavement A bullet through the chest. A body left to rot, quickly going cold. All watched by a man in red with a laughing grin and smoking gun.// <<if $callous gt $kindness>>You already have enough on your plate, you don’t want //him// to add anymore to it.<<else>>You don’t want that to happen to anyone else. Not again. Not if you can prevent it.<</if>> Best choose your words carefully. *<<link "//“Lexi’s in danger. You need to help her hide until things cool off.”// You text her, relying on her trust more than a concrete explanation you aren’t able to give." "chap4.25">><<if $airel gte 40>><<set $lexi to "alive">><<else>><<set $lexi to "failed">><</if>><<set $chap4subsub to "vague">><</link>> *<<link "//“Someone wants Lexi dead.”// You write getting straight to the point. //“I need you to convince her to get somewhere safe. Now.”//" "chap4.25">><<if $airel gte 15>><<set $lexi to "alive">><<else>><<set $lexi to "failed">><</if>><<set $chap4subsub to "threat">><</link>> *<<link "//“Amara, you’re friends with Lexi, right? I have some information I think you need to hear.”// You type carefully. //“Someone’s after her. Can you get her someplace safe?”//" "chap4.25">><<if $airel gte 30>><<set $lexi to "alive">><<else>><<set $lexi to "failed">><</if>><<set $chap4subsub to "warn">><</link>><<else>>Is involving $vnick in this a mistake? Quite possibly, but, given what’s at stake here, it’s a risk you’re willing to take. The only question now is figuring out what to say. Normally, sending a simple text message would be no cause for concern, but, if you mess this up, if $vhe doesn’t take you seriously… //A pool of blood on the pavement A bullet through the chest. A body left to rot, quickly going cold. All watched by a man in red with a laughing grin and smoking gun.// <<if $callous gt $kindness>>You already have enough on your plate, you don’t want //him// to add anymore to it.<<else>>You don’t want that to happen to anyone else. Not again. Not if you can prevent it.<</if>> Best choose your words carefully. *<<link "//“Lexi’s in danger. You need to help her hide until things cool off.”// You text $vhim, relying on $vhis trust more than a concrete explanation you aren’t able to give." "chap4.25">><<if $vrel gte 60>><<set $lexi to "alive">><<else>><<set $lexi to "failed">><</if>><<set $chap4subsub to "vague">><</link>> *<<link "//“Someone wants Lexi dead.”// You write getting straight to the point. //“I need you to convince her to get somewhere safe. Now.”//" "chap4.25">><<if $vrel gte 20>><<set $lexi to "alive">><<else>><<set $lexi to "failed">><</if>><<set $chap4subsub to "threat">><</link>> *<<link "//“$vnick, I have some information I think you need to hear about Lexi Monroe.”// You type carefully. //“Someone’s after her. Can you get her someplace safe?”//" "chap4.25">><<if $vrel gte 40>><<set $lexi to "alive">><<else>><<set $lexi to "failed">><</if>><<set $chap4subsub to "warn">><</link>><</if>>

<<if $chap4sub is "anon">><<if $chap4subsub is "vague">>//"The fuck?"// Lexi responds. //"If this is some kind of weird spam I’ll track you down and kill you myself."// //"Do as you please. It’s your life not mine. The choice is yours."// And with that, you turn off the burner phone and place it away, hoping this gamble of yours falls in your favor.<<elseif $chap4subsub is "warn">>//"What? Who is this?"// Lexi responds quickly. //"Is this some kind of prank?"// //"I’m afraid not. I hope you’ll heed my warning. I’d hate to think about what would happen otherwise."// And with that, you turn off the burner phone and place it away, hoping this gamble of yours falls in your favor.<<else>>//"The fuck?"// Lexi responds quickly. //"If this is some kind of prank I’ll track you down and kill you myself."// //"It’s not. Listen to me or don’t. I can’t force you. It’s your life not mine."// And with that, you turn off the burner phone and place it away, hoping this gamble of yours falls in your favor.<</if>><<elseif $chap4sub is "direct">><<if $chap4subsub is "vague">>//"What the fuck $fname."// Lexi responds quickly. //"Is this some kind of prank or what?"// //"No prank. Things are really serious Lexi."// //"I don’t get it, but, okay. I’ll keep what you said in mind. Thanks."// <<if $callous gt $kindness>>//"No problem."//<<else>>//"It’s no problem. I just hope everything works out for the better."//<</if>><<elseif $chap4subsub is "warn">>//"What the fuck $fname."// Lexi responds quickly. //"Is this some kind of prank? Also, you can’t just fucking “hey Lexi” me and follow up with that crap! The hell is going on?"// //"It’s hard to explain, but please trust me when I say you’re in danger. Things are really serious Lexi."// //"Well, shit. I still don’t really get it, but, okay. I’ll keep what you said in mind. Thanks."// <<if $callous gt $kindness>>//"No problem."//<<else>>//"It’s no problem. I just hope everything works out for the better."//<</if>><<else>>//"What the fuck $fname."// Lexi responds quickly. //"Is this some kind of prank or what?"// //"No prank. Things are really serious Lexi. Your life is in danger."// //"Well, shit. I still don’t get it, but, okay. I’ll keep what you said in mind. Thanks."// <<if $callous gt $kindness>>//"No problem."//<<else>>//"It’s no problem. I just hope everything works out for the better."//<</if>><</if>><<elseif $chap4sub is "amarahelp">><<if $chap4subsub is "vague">>//"She’s in danger? What’s going on? Are you sure?"// //"As sure as I can be."// You reply back. <<if $pyrewith is "amara" or $pyrewith is "amarafest">>//"Wait. Does this have anything to do with Club Pyre? I knew that place was suspicious but <<if $pyrebug isnot "nobug" or $pyrebug isnot "none">>we got nothing from the bug so far.<<else>>I didn’t think anything would come of it.<</if>> Was there something I missed?"// //"Sort of. I only just figured out what it meant myself. Thought I’d let you know."//<br><br><</if>>//"Hm. Okay. I’ll see what I can do. Thanks $fname."// <<if $callous gt $kindness>>//"No problem."//<<else>>//"It’s no problem. I just hope Lexi’ll be all right."//<</if>><<elseif $chap4subsub is "warn">>//"Shit. By “after her” you mean… Someone wants her dead? You’re sure?"// //"As sure as I can be."// You reply back. <<if $pyrewith is "amara" or $pyrewith is "amarafest">>//"Wait. Does this have anything to do with Club Pyre? I knew that place was suspicious but <<if $pyrebug isnot "nobug" or $pyrebug isnot "none">>we got nothing from the bug so far.<<else>>I didn’t think anything would come of it.<</if>> Was there something I missed?"// //"Sort of. I only just figured out what it meant myself and thought to let you know."//<br><br><</if>>//"Fuck. Okay. I’ll see what I can do. Thanks $fname."// <<if $callous gt $kindness>>//"No problem."//<<else>>//"It’s no problem. I just hope Lexi’ll be all right."//<</if>><<else>>//"Someone wants her dead? Shit. You’re serious?"// //"Completely."// You reply back. <<if $pyrewith is "amara" or $pyrewith is "amarafest">>//"Wait. Does this have anything to do with Club Pyre? I knew that place was suspicious but <<if $pyrebug isnot "nobug" or $pyrebug isnot "none">>we got nothing from the bug so far.<<else>>I didn’t think anything would come of it.<</if>> Was there something I missed?"// //"Sort of. I only just figured out what it meant myself. Thought I’d let you know."//<br><br><</if>>//"Fuck. Okay. I’ll see what I can do. Thanks $fname."// <<if $callous gt $kindness>>//"No problem."//<<else>>//"It’s no problem. I just hope Lexi’ll be all right."//<</if>><</if>><<else>><<if $chap4subsub is "vague">>//"Ms. Monroe is in danger? You’re certain of this?"// //"As much as I can be."// You reply back. <<if $pyrewith is "v" or $pyrewith is "vreyes">>//"This wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with our excursion the Club Pyre, would it? <<if $pyrebug isnot "nobug" or $pyrebug isnot "none">>The bug has garnered nothing of interest so far and I’ve no reason to believe it was compromised.<<else>>I didn’t think that anyone would target us from that visit alone.<</if>> But, perhaps, you learned something I didn’t?"// //"Sort of. I only just figured out what it meant myself. Thought I’d let you know."//<br><br><</if>>//"I see. Thank you $mmr $lname, I’ll keep what you’ve said in mind and have things handled accordingly."// <<if $callous gt $kindness>>//"No problem."//<<else>>//"It’s no problem. I just hope Lexi’ll be all right."//<</if>><<elseif $chap4subsub is "warn">>//"When you say someone is coming after her, do you mean her life is at risk? You’re certain of this?"// //"Yes. I’m completely certain."// You reply back. <<if $pyrewith is "v" or $pyrewith is "vreyes">>//"This wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with our excursion the Club Pyre, would it? <<if $pyrebug isnot "nobug" or $pyrebug isnot "none">>The bug has garnered nothing of interest so far and I’ve no reason to believe it was compromised.<<else>>I didn’t think that anyone would target us from that visit alone.<</if>> But, perhaps, you learned something I didn’t?"// //"Sort of. I only just figured out what it meant myself and thought I’d let you know."//<br><br><</if>>//"I see. Thank you $mmr $lname, I’ll keep what you’ve said in mind and have things handled accordingly.."// <<if $callous gt $kindness>>//"No problem."//<<else>>//"It’s no problem. I just hope Lexi’ll be all right."//<</if>><<else>>//"You’re completely certain of this? That someone plans to kill Ms. Monroe?"// //"Unfortunately, yes, I am."// You reply back. <<if $pyrewith is "v" or $pyrewith is "vreyes">>//"This wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with our excursion the Club Pyre, would it? <<if $pyrebug isnot "nobug" or $pyrebug isnot "none">>The bug has garnered nothing of interest so far and I’ve no reason to believe it was compromised.<<else>>I didn’t think that anyone would target us from that visit alone.<</if>> But, perhaps, you learned something I didn’t?"// //"Sort of. I only just figured out what it meant myself. Thought I’d let you know."//<br><br><</if>>//"I see. Thank you $mmr $lname, I’ll keep what you’ve said in mind and have things handled accordingly."// <<if $callous gt $kindness>>//"No problem."//<<else>>//"It’s no problem. I just hope Lexi’ll be all right."//<</if>><</if>><</if>> With your conversation over, you wonder if you’ve done enough. If tomorrow will be different.<<if $timeloop gte 1>> If this time… this time…<</if>> <<if $mental lte 60>>//It doesn’t feel like it’s ''ever'' enough.//<<else>>//It will be. It ''has'' to be.//<</if>> You could, of course, still try to interfere more directly, but, given your distinct lack of combat skills, all that’d get you is two body bags instead of one.<<if $timeloop is 1>> Then again, maybe…<<elseif $timeloop gte 2>> Though, at this point, who knows? Could be worth a shot.<</if>> <<if $pessimistic gt $optimistic>>No, you know better by now just how useless you really are.<<else>>No, you know your limitations too well.<</if>> All you can do now is keep an eye on the local news and pray you managed to make a change.<<if $timeloop is 1>> That you haven’t failed again.<<elseif $timeloop gte 2>> //If you’re even capable of such a thing.//<</if>> <<if $lexi is "alive">><span class="next"><<button "//It’s going to be a long night.//" "chap4.2end">><</button>></span><<else>><span class="next"><<button "//It’s going to be a long night.//" "chap4.2deadend">><</button>></span><</if>>

<<type 50ms>>//Sunday, September 3rd.//<</type>> You’re back again. The same elevator ride as always, up, up, up to the fourth floor. <<if $timeloop is 0>>Anxious to see a familiar face, bored and impatient, sitting behind the front desk as usual instead of your boss.<<elseif $timeloop is 1>>Hoping this time, you didn’t fail her. This time will be different.<<if $vrel gte 40>> Then you won’t have to see that desperate look on $vnick ever again.<<else>> Then you won’t have to see your boss delivering bad news again.<</if>><<elseif $timeloop is 2>>You don’t know how many more times you can do this same song and dance. You have the script nearly memorized by now. //"You… I didn’t call you?"// $vHell say once more, telling you to go home. Telling you Lexi was murdered. Telling you, you failed. The sound of $vhis words looping over and over in your mind, each syllable crystal clear and equally damning.<<else>>You don’t know how many more times you can do this. It’s always the same no matter how hard you try to fight it. //"You… I didn’t call you?"// $vHell say again and again, telling you to get out. Go home. Telling you Lexi was murdered. Telling you, you failed. That you can’t save everyone. //Just who do you think you are anyway, $fname? Some kind of hero?// You scoff. //Yeah, right.//<</if>> A cheerful ding sounds in the quiet, the metal doors sliding apart. Fourth floor. Office. As immaculately kept as ever. //It’s fine. It’ll be fine, won’t it?// The only death you saw on the news this morning was a drug overdose, not a murder. //Then, surely…// You step out, take a steadying breath, look up and see— //Oh.// You feel your shoulders slump, your feet pulling you forward without any conscious thought. Closer to the front desk, up to— <<if $chap4sub isnot "vhelp">>"$mmr $lname. Apologies, I meant to call you before you came in." $vmr Zhang says, seated by the computer. $vHe looks nearly as composed as usual, which should be a good sign, and yet, you still can’t help but worry. "I’m investigating a potential threat against the company. I intended to give everyone the day off. Paid, of course. While I looked into things. Though, since you’re already here…" "Wait. A threat?" You ask as $vhe trails off, feigning ignorance. Heart creeping up your throat. "What threat? Did something happen?" "Hm? Ah, no." $vHe says, eyes hardly straying from the papers set out in front of $vhim. "Or, rather, not anything substantial. <<if $chap4sub is "anon">>An anonymous threat was made towards our receptionist, Ms. Lexi Monroe, last night.<<elseif $chap4sub is "direct">>Our receptionist, Ms. Lexi Monroe, was informed by a trusted source that her life might be at risk last night.<<else>>Amara informed me that our receptionist, Ms. Lexi Monroe, was in grave danger last night.<</if>> She’s fine, thankfully. I had our security team move her to a safe location for the time being. But I’m concerned this matter may go beyond her. That whoever wished her harm, wanted to do so due to her work for VZSystems." "I see, and you want me to help you look into it?" "Well, I wasn’t originally planning on it, but, seeing as you’d be working today regardless, it seems silly to send you back home when your skills may be better utilized here." <<if $stoic gt $expressive>>"Fair enough." You shrug. "Where should I start?"<<else>>"Yeah, I guess that makes the most sense, huh? All right then, just tell me where to start."<</if>><<else>>"$mmr $lname. Apologies, I meant to call you before you came in." $vmr Zhang says, seated by the computer. $vHe looks nearly as composed as usual, which should be a good sign, and yet, you still can’t help but worry. //$vHe told you $vhed have Lexi moved somewhere safe, if something went wrong, you’d know by now, wouldn’t you?// "I intended to give everyone the day off today—paid, of course—while I looked into the potential threat you informed me about. Though, since you’re already here…" "You want me to help you look into things?" "Hm? Ah, yes," $vhe says, dragging $vhis eyes away from the papers set out in front of him, "since you were the one to inform me of it in the first place. It seemed appropriate." <<if $stoic gt $expressive>>"Of course. Where should I start?"<<else>>"Yeah, sure. Of course I can help. Just tell me where to start."<</if>><</if>> "Here, go through these files and tell me if there’s any—" Cutting $vself off, $vnick narrows $vhis eyes and swivels in $vhis chair towards the elevator whose doors are sliding open once again. That same familiar //ding// ringing out once again, heralding the arrival of a well-known figure. <<if $chap4sub isnot "amarahelp">>"Okay, so I know you said not to come in today, but, honestly? Since when have you //ever// given the whole damn office paid leave? Voluntarily? You don’t even approve the requests for it if they aren’t submitted early enough! So, I thought “something’s up”, and came in to help. And, look," Amara says, arms crossed as she eyes you pointedly, "I //clearly// wasn’t the only one. So, berate me all you want, but I’m here now. Might as well fill me in, eh?"<<else>>"Okay, so I know you said not to come in today, but, y’know what? Lexi’s one’a my best friends. If she’s still in danger, I want to know about it. And, hey, not like I’m dead weight. I’m sure my skills’ll come in handy with this. Besides," Amara says eyeing you pointedly, "I //clearly// wasn’t the only one to have that idea. So, berate me all you want, but I’m here now. Might as well let me stay."<</if>> "Ms. Ingram." $vnick starts with a weary sigh. "Fine. Just—come over here, or, better yet, let’s move into the office proper. I hadn’t wanted to leave the front desk unattended but…" $vHe shakes $vhis head. "Follow me, I’ll debrief you both on the full details of the situation, then we can—" Unfortunately for $vnick, $vhes never given the chance to finish that sentence, interrupted as $vhe is by the shrill ringing of the front desk’s landline. You and Amara both lean over to see the caller ID but it simply reads: //Unknown//. You swear you see $vmr Zhang’s eye twitch as $vhe moves to answer the phone, waving you both off with one hand, $vhe mutters under $vhis breath what sounds like //"this better be good"//. "RYSolutions, how can I—" $vHe answers calmly with the current name of VZSystems cover business. You don’t hear what’s being said on the other side, only the vaguest murmur reaching you, but whatever it is, it must be important judging by the way $vmr Zhang’s eyes sharpen, $vhis grip tightening on the phone. //And not even an ounce of annoyance for being interrupted yet again.// "I see." $vHe says carefully. "If what you’re saying is true, then I agree that would be the best course of action for both parties, but that’s a big if. Can you provide any reason why I should trust you?" You inch slightly closer, straining to catch what’s being said. You’re hardly able hear more than a word, but in this case, one proves more than enough. //August.// It all comes back to him doesn’t it? The name alone would’ve been enough for you to guess at what they were talking about, but then $vnick’s face pales. $vHe braces $vself on the desk with one hand and says, "All right. I-I can’t trust you entirely, this could easily be a setup but… I believe you are risking a lot to tell me this. I’ll meet you at the provided time and location. Goodbye." For as calm as $vhe sounded, $vnick nearly slams the phone back into its base. Taking a steadying breath, $vhe shuts $vhis eyes for a brief moment before glancing towards the two of you. "Well. If you still want to help, then I advise you keep up." $vHe says, making to grab $vhis suitcase from where it sits on the desk. "It would seem we have a meeting to prepare for." <span class="next"><<button "Next" "chap4.3">><</button>></span>