False Dendrite Quest 173

>>imma go home
Been neglecting the family somewhat fierce. I see no reason for Cha and G not to come too, other than potential space issues, or Charlotte wishing to pretend she doesn’t have a tiger.

To be honest Char just got finished dealing with a lot of stress, could probably use some comforting

And of course the first vote of the thread would end in a tie.

FINAL DESTINATION TIME.

Reply TO THIS POST with the number AND ONLY the number of your choice. All other votes will be ignored.

>1: imma stay here with you
>2: imma go home

1

Actually, how late is it? It’s already night, right, so going home doesn’t really let us do anything?

1

2

1

2

It's rather late, just before 9PM.

the dad is probably still worried tho

>TIME OUT

Actually, what happened to CC’s mother? I think she just stopped being mentioned at some point.

She was getting tense over the dad getting so fixated, if I remember right

"It's pretty late so I guess I'll stay here with you," I say, shrugging.

The moment those words leave my mouth, Charlotte breaks into the biggest, most relieved smile ever.

"Alright then," she chirps, "I'm going to go down to get the key to the room so you two gather up what you'll need overnight and I'll be right back!"
"Kaaaay," Gabrielle says, nodding Shary's head.

>do like the charlotte said and stay up here while she gets the keys
>insist on joining the charlotte as she goes down to get the cardkey

>do like the charlotte said and stay up here while she gets the keys
grab dat loki

>>do like the charlotte said and stay up here while she gets the keys

>>do as the charlotte said and stay up here while she gets the keys
Charlotte is a big girl. Shary just cried her eyes out.

>>do like the charlotte said and stay up here while she gets the keys

>>do like the charlotte said and stay up here while she gets the keys

>do like the charlotte said and stay up here while she gets the keys

>writing

"Alright," I nod. "Not like this'll take very long anyways."
"See you in a bit!"

Charlotte hurries for the door, but I call out to her before she can step through.

"Eh?" she glances back at me. "Is something the matter?"
"Your hair," I say, pointing to the corresponding place on my own head. "You still have chunks of TV in it."
"Dammit..."

After picking out the piece of broken plastic that I brought to her attention, Charlotte runs her fingers through her hair in hopes of combing out any other stragglers. There's a lot.

>[1/?]

"Alright," I nod. "Not like this'll take very long anyways."
"See you in a bit!"

Charlotte hurries for the door, but I call out to her before she can step through.

"Eh?" she glances back at me. "Is something the matter?"
"Your hair," I say, pointing to the corresponding place on my own head. "You still have chunks of TV in it."
"Dammit..."

After picking out the piece of broken plastic that I brought to her attention, Charlotte runs her fingers through her hair in hopes of combing out any other stragglers. There's a lot.

"Is there anything else wrong that I should know about before I go downstairs and make a fool of myself?" Charlotte asks, turning to us.

I give her a good look-over...

"Umm," I point at her face. "There's a little bot of, umm..."
"CAAW!" Loki bobs his head around from his perch on my shoulder.
"God damn it, is this BLOOD?"

And that's how Charlotte's departure got delayed for another five minutes.

>[1/?]

>[2/2]

Charlotte leaves after she finally manages to wash away all of the awfulness that got on her during that... thing that happened. And once she does, I turn to Gabrielle and give her fluffy hair a nice, long rustling.

"What are you doing."
"Relieving stress," I reply. "And your hair is the perfect fluffiness for the task."
"Well cut it out," she says, batting my hand away just as I was starting to feel the full relaxing effects. "I'm still pissed off."
"About Faceless?" I ask.
"About him and about getting felt up and about being too much of a wuss to actually TELL Oscar that I like him," she groans. "Charlotte went and hugged him and she's not even INTO guys but I couldn't even get out a full sentence before losin' my nerve."

She then walks away from me into the not-quite-murder scene.

>follow the gabrielle
>get my own stuff ready

>>get my own stuff ready

>>get my own stuff ready

>get my own stuff ready
"Well if you ever want to practice talking to him I can hologram him up for you any time you want."

>get my own stuff ready

I support this

We can all get behind bullying

>writing

It's a victim-less crime, like punching someone in the dark.

"Well if you ever want to practice talking to him, I can always whip you up a hologram version," I call out.
"Wha-" Gabrielle freezes in place. "L- LIKE I WOULD EVER WANT TO DO SOMETHING CREEPY LIKE YOU GROSS WEIRDO!"
"Alright," I laugh, "but it's an open offer if you ever change your mind!"

Ah, yeah. There it is, sweet beloved stress relief. Even at a time like this, messing with Gabrielle is the perfect thing to soothe my messed-up mood.

And so, I enter the bedroom with my spirits lifted ever-so-slightly lifted and stroll over to the dresser where my clothes are kept. But before opening it up, I pick Loki up from off my shoulder and place him on the top of the dresser.

"Wait here until I'm done, okay?" I ask the cute little crow. "I don't want to risk you falling over while I'm digging around in here."

I have no idea if he even understood what I just said but he responds to it with a long CAAW regardless.

>[1/?]

>[2/2]

Since all the clothes I have here (aside from what I'm wearing) are my usual duds, it doesn't exactly take much effort to pick something out. A pair of jeans, a t-shirt, a jacket... underwear...

And then my eyes stray to the corner where I keep the "fancy" underwear I have and I immediately begin berating myself for being so screwed up as to entertain thoughts of pushing Charlotte down TONIGHT after everything that's just happened. And even if I -wasn't- witness to a literal bloodbath not even a halfhour ago, there's still the fact that Gabrielle's here to consider.

Christ I am such a pervert.

>whatever, imma grab it anyways
>nah, even I have -some- dignity left

>>nah, even I have -some- dignity left

>>whatever, imma grab it anyways
You might not need them now but you might need them later.

>nah, even I have -some- dignity left
>if it happens Char can be happy with my regular underwear.

>whatever, imma grab it anyways
You should always wear nice underwear.

>whatever, imma grab it anyways

If we wear it and she doesn't end up seeing it, there's no difference anyway, and if she does, we'll be glad we wore it

>writing

Why is it so hard for you people to take advantage of the new board specifically made for this crap?

How hard is it for you to stop shitposting via backseat moderation and use the filter, which was specifically made for that crap?

Apparently as hard as posting on the correct board.

It's a trial board, no obligation to post in there. Stay mad.

Even I have some dignity left.

But it's not like it'd hurt anything if I wore them anyways... whatever, I'm just going to do it. There'll be no difference if nothing happens, and in the event that something -does- happen then I'll be glad I too the initiative now.

And that's why I take them, and duck into the bathroom for a quick change.

Or at least that was the plan.

"Dammit..." I say, biting my lip as I struggle to undo the hooks in the back of this dress that keep it on.

This is one of the reasons why I wear what I usually do instead of the fancy dresses like Charlotte and Gabrielle wear- these things are a pain in the ass to take on and off, especially when compared to a simple t-shirt and jeans combo.

The things I do for love...

>[1/?]

Once my struggle with ladies' formalwear has finally ended, I step back out into the bedroom and finish gathering up tomorrow's change of clothes, putting the smaller stuff in a bundle with the larger articles of clothing on the outside for ease of carrying.

I'm so smart!

After finishing with that, I shove the bundle under my arm and reach out for Loki...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH WHAT THE HECK!!!?" Gabrielle shrieks, startling me, Loki AND Milla.

>[2/?]

Someone's raided her undies drawer?

>[3/3]

Milla books it out of the bedroom and towards the site of Gabrielle's screaming, and I'm not too far behind. Passing through the bloody scenery, we come to a stop in front of the TV... where she's kneeling down in a pile of shattered glass, bent metal and broken plastic.

"Gabrielle, are you okay!?" I call out.
"No I'm not okay!" Gabrielle cries out. "Just look at this!"

She holds up one of her consoles' controllers, and the first thing I notice is that its LCD screen is completely smashed to hell.

"Oh man," I grimace.
"TWO of my controllers AND my Wii U AND my PS4, too!"

Gabrielle punches the floor.

"All of them! They're ALL broken!" she cries. "All my gamesaves that me and Shary and you made..."

>how do I respond?

I'm sure Mina knows someone who can try to salvage the saves.

>>how do I respond?
Aren’t those on a card inside? Are you that that is also broken irrecoverably?
Or is this too OOC for CC to know? In that case a naive "Can’t they be repaired?" might fit better.

"We can make more that's the fun part anyway... Want me to set his leg on fire?"

Point towards the future and declare, then let's make new gamesaves together!

Also, enable cloud saves on Steam.

>writing

More people here tonight than normal it seems.

I'm kinda new, followed PGQ and FD for awhile, but usually caught updates from the archives since it runs at odd hours, and my job requires me to get up in the wee hours of the morning.

Lost track of FD like... 7-8 months back? But now that I'm getting out I am able to be up later, saw a FD thread, got excited, one archive binge later here I am.

Still gotta crash soon, but it is nice to be able to participate again.

I lost my job a couple of weeks back which means I have no reason not to be awake at 4am to catch the threads anymore

Aww man... I remember when one of Mina's consoles died and it took all her saves and she was absolutely MISERABLE until Marcus told her that you could remove-

"Oh yeah!" I snap my fingers. "Gabrielle, aren't the saves on a card inside? Or like a hard drive or something?"
"Ah-" Gabrielle gasps. "Crap, you're right! Shary!"

She hugs the stuffed cat that's on the floor next to her.

"We might be able to recover everything!" Gabrielle says, smiling from ear to ear. "C'mon, you get the PS4 and I'll try with the Wii..."

But she stops once she picks up the console.

"...I just remembered that this one doesn't have a removable hard drive," Gabrielle mumbles. "So the only hope I have of getting my stuff back is to send it in to the shop."
"Oh," I wince. "Crap, I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault," she replies with a heavy sigh. "It's all that stupid dick's fault for throwing Charlotte at the TV."

Shary taps Gabrielle on the shoulder and hands her the newly-reclaimed hard drive from her other console.

"At least we have this one," she says in a ragged, monstrous voice. "And your laptop was in the other room so we didn't lose that data."
"I guess," Gabrielle mumbles while puffing out her cheeks.

>[1/?]

>[2/2]

"First he touches my boobs and then be breaks all my stuff," Gabrielle groans. "He's lucky he's already dead or I'd friggin' murder him."

The thought to burn up his leg that's still in here with us (still blacked out too) pops into my mind but I'm not exactly fond of desecrating the bodies of the dead.

"We can always make new highscores together, you know," I say, trying to be cheerful. "Isn't that the fun part?"
"It's not the same," Gabrielle says as she stands back up and grabs Shary. "But thanks for trying to cheer me up."

With a heavy sigh, Gabrielle places the other console's hard drive inside Shary's head and pulls out her phone like it's some kind of bizarre exchange.

"Umm, you're calling your Dad?" I ask.
"Calling Kevin to pick me up," Gabrielle mumbles. "I want to replace what I can right away and if I leave right now maybe I'll be able to go on that raid with Mina and Sun-Mi tonight."

>what no don't go
>if that's what you want...

>if that's what you want...
You going to be alright?
Make sure to give your sister a big hug before you leave.

>if that's what you want...
"I know what you're doing, and you're the best."

Clearly she's just giving us privacy, why would she need a console for a raid?

She's either a good sister or a filthy casual.

>>if that's what you want...

ALL THOSE MOMENTS WILL BE LOST IN TIME, LIKE TEARS IN RAIN.

>Clearly she's just giving us privacy, why would she need a console for a raid?
They had an MMO raid planned that was cut short thanks to this whole mess with Faceless. That's on her PC but I failed to mention this stuff because I suck.

>writing

>not exactly fond of desecrating the bodies of the dead
I also prefer desecrating the living.

Gabrielle is definitely pissed off about her lost consoles, but I'm not so dumb as to not notice that she's also throwing me a bone.

"If that's what you want," I say. "You sure you're gonna be alright, though?"
"Yeah, I'm just pissed off," Gabrielle mumbles. "'Cuz today SUCKED."
"The past hour or so really did overshadow everything els,e huh," I sigh.

Before we're able to get much further into our brooding, we're alerted by the sound of the lock opening. More than happy to leave this ugly scene, we head into the kitchen just as Charlotte steps into the suite.

"I've got the card," she say,s holding it up for all to see.
"Great," I nod.
"We can get out of here once I gather my things."

She then turns to Gabrielle.

"Sorry about your games," she says, patting her little sister on the head.
"So am I," Gabrielle mumbles.
"You sure you want to leave?" she asks. "Because if you wanted to-"
"It's okay, I'll be fine," she cuts her sister off. "I needed to get some air anyways."

Gabrielle gives both of us a nice long hug before grabbing her things and leaving.

>help the charlotte move stufffs
>do something else first

>>help the charlotte move stuffs
Make plans for tommorow’s family time?

>help the charlotte move stufffs

>help the charlotte move stufffs

>writing

"So now it's just us," I say. "...and your animals."
"Yes," Charlotte nods. "Too bad it couldn't have happened under better circumstances..."
"Really," I sigh.

Charlotte takes a few steps towards me, but then comes to a sudden stop. I think I see her ears twitching?

"Damn, that's right," she groans. "The cleaners. They're already on the way up so I really ought to get everything ready before they make it here... would you mind helping?"
"No problem," I shrug. "Whatever you want me to do will be done."
"Thanks," she replies, kissing me on the cheek.

Charlotte then hands me the keycard for the other room and I spend the next few minutes taking a few trips back and forth. First I escort Milla over there, then I remember that I forgot to bring my clothes, then I remember that I forgot to bring Loki too...

In all, I run like six laps back and forth between the stuff I forgot and the extra stuff that Charlotte leaves out for me to bring too. Her clothes, toiletries for the both of us, food for her animals... but before my feet starting hurting -too- much, the final trip into the temporary suite is completed.

Just in time for me to remember that I have yet to eat dinner.

>I shall invoke the conditions of our previous wager
>I shall wait until tomorrow to invoke my winnings and instead get food ordered in

>I shall invoke the conditions of our previous wager

>>I shall wait until tomorrow to invoke my winnings and instead get food ordered in
Do it when there is actually time for Charlotte to prepare stuff. Not late in the evening after a stressful day for both.

>>I shall wait until tomorrow to invoke my winnings and instead get food ordered in

>I shall wait until tomorrow to invoke my winnings and instead get food ordered in

>I shall wait until tomorrow to invoke my winnings and instead get food ordered in

We shall wait...

>writing

Guys, guys... what if... guys what if... breakfast in bed, made and presented by the girl of our dreams, wearing only an apron.

After me and Charlotte get done putting everything away, we head into the living room. I take a seat on this suite's nice intact couch while Charlotte falls onto the floor back-first. The thud that ensues sounds like it hurts, but she doesn't seem to mind so I decide not to press the issue.

Instead, I lean back and let out a long sigh while watching Loki and Milla curl up next to their "mommy."

"Today sucked," I groan.
"It really did," Charlotte sighs. "Aside from our date, anyways."
"Aside from -most- of our date," I mumble.
"Yeah..."

Both of us groan in unison.

"I'm gonna be nice enough to not demand that you keep your promise to cook my dinner, though," I say. "At least for tonight."
"How kind of you," Charlotte laughs. "I take it that you brought up dinner because you're hungry? Because I sure as hell am."
"Heh."

Still lying on her back, Charlotte reaches into her pocket and brings out her phone.

"I am -so- tired..."

>[1/?]

You had fresh pig's shank in the other room, it just needed some cooking...

>[2/2[

Declaring that she has no intention of getting anything that even resembling meat tonight, Charlotte orders us a large cheese pizza which is promptly devoured by us within twenty minutes of its arrival. But to my defense, she has more slices than I do.

"You want to order another one?" Charlotte asks as she throws away the paper plate that she ate off of. "I think they're delivering for another halfhour."
"Nah, that's fine," I reply, shaking my head.

>what shall we do now?

>>what shall we do now?
What we do every night, archelon. Lewd the waifu. Perhaps less exuberantly than on the other days.

>>what shall we do now?
Gabby will want to eat once she's back so order another pizza anyway.

Cuddle. Repress the memories. Enjoy her company.

Lament the fact that now you'll never find out whether Faceless used google translate for his french.

>Lament the fact that now you'll never find out whether Faceless used google translate for his french.
Shit, that's what I should have done- just written normal English dialogue for him and threw it into Google Translate for maximum awfulness.
but now he ded so oh well

>writing

"Yeah, I guess it's not a surprise that you wouldn't have as much of an appetite tonight," Charlotte says with a wistful smile.
"Don't act like I'm some kind of glutton now," I reply while sticking my tongue out at her. "You ate more than I did."
"Yeah, yeah," she sighs. "I know full well that there's only one thing that you're insatiable ab-"

Charlotte slaps her hands over her mouth, but it's too late for her to even try to hide what she was referring to. And even if it wasn't, the way she's blushing right now would give it all away.

"Miss Gauthier," I say, rising from the couch and walking over to where she is, "was that a complaint or an invitation?"
"I didn't mean it either way," Charlotte says while looking away from me. "Now cut it out, I'm trying to clean up."

As she reaches for the pizza box on the table, I slip my arms around her waist and pull in close. While Charlotte may not have the level of muscle tone that Theresa has, her abs are still firm enough for me to be able to feel through the fabric of her dress.

"Really, this isn't funny," she moans.
"It's not like you couldn't break free if you actually wanted to," I laugh. "I'm only able to push you down when you -let- me."
"......"
"And besides, wouldn't it be a shame to -not- take advantage of the privacy that Gabrielle was nice enough to give us?"

And with this, we reach the end of the in-game day and the end of the thread. Assuming nothing comes up, there's only one more day left in this chapter.
and possibly the quest

I'm leaving for Canadaland on Thursday but there's a decent chance that I'll be dumb enough to run tomorrow night anyways. If I do, I'll say so on the twitter thing.

and now questions

Will Gabby be on time for the raid?

What'll CC be when she grows up? A cactus expert?