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963603 No. 963603 ID: 891b91

Chapter 0: >>/questarch/886861
Chapter 1: >>/quest/910512

Discussion: >>/questdis/123379
Wiki: https://tgchan.org/wiki/Dead_Dust


The porch door slides open, letting in a gust of night air.
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No. 971023 ID: 3994a2
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971023

"What I want --" I pause to give Mike Jr. a few delicate smooches "-- is for you to use this big thing here to help me finish mixing that Scream & Cream. Just look at how much juice I've got..." I wipe a nice helping of pussy drool onto his cock, staring him in the eyes as I lick it off.
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No. 971024 ID: 3994a2
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971024

"Alright then," he chuckles, unceremoniously throwing me over his shoulder.

I panic a bit when I her him slide the porch door all the way open. "W-wait, what're you--"

"You asked me if I wanted to take this outside, and y'know what? I think I do. ...Unless yer chicken."

>For taking this outside, I'd say go for it to get it out of your system. This opportunity doesnt come along all that often after all, and you did say that nobody in the underhang would really give a shit.
...Fuck it. "H-hell no, let's do this."

He lays a firm slap on my ass with his free hand. "Atta girl."
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No. 971025 ID: 3994a2
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971025

We cross the threshold, and he deposits me to his side; he drops our makeshift little patio table in place beside the bars, testing it a moment for stability. "Climb up, don't think it's gonna wobble much." I hop up, and he guides me so that I'm facing away from him, placing my hands on the rail. "Use that to keep yourself steady 'n stick yer ass out."
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No. 971026 ID: 3994a2
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971026

I do as he says, presenting myself to him. I quiver at the thought that I'm really doing this in public, even if it is the middle of the night. "Fuck me," I whisper.
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No. 971027 ID: 3994a2
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971027

Wordlessly, he grabs onto my hip, using a hand to guide himself inside me. He takes it slow and gentle, but the stretch makes me shudder anyway.
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No. 971028 ID: 3994a2
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971028

My body accommodates his girth quickly, and soon he works up to a steady rhythm, each thrust driving deeper and deeper towards my womb.

"Goddamn you're wet tonight," he gasps in a quiet staccato. "Yer really gettin' into this, huh?"

"Uh-huh," I gasp. I'm too preoccupied by the pounding he's giving me to say anything more.

"Think anyone's seen us? Could be someone across the way there. Don't be surprised if we end up on holo." He starts pushing his cock deeper, like he's trying to fuck his point into me. "Bet you'd like that, huh? Dirty girl." He definitely likes it -- I can feel him getting harder.

"'Course, you'd be the main attraction, huh? Yer on full display, anyone who's watchin' is gonna get a better view of you than me. They might get a peek at my nuts or somethin, but you? They'll see pretty much everythin' you got."

My stomach drops. The reality of this whole thing, the fact that I'm really doing this finally hits me. I feel more exposed, more vulnerable, than I have in my entire life -- it feels like every pair of eyes on the shelf is watching me, examining every inch of my body as Mike pushes his fat meat into me. And if someone out there is recording... then it's gonna end up on holo, and anyone in the whole fucking world will be able to see me for the uncontrollably horny creature I really am.

A year ago this would've been the stuff of nightmares, but now... now it's terrifying, but indescribably hot. Has anyone noticed? How many people are watching? Am I gonna be all over every porn joint on holo tomorrow? The questions go unanswered, teasing the fucking hell out of me. And deep down, the horny little goblin that's taken residence at the core of my being is cackling with glee over it all.

I want to tell Mike how mind-blowing it is, how amazing it feels to come face-to-face with the sheer terror of being seen like this, but "F-faster," is all I manage to stammer out.
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No. 971029 ID: 3994a2
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971029

He obediently picks up the pace, and he starts bottoming out in me each time he pumps his hips, his balls slapping against my clit with every thrust. I start working my hips against him too, pushing into him as he pushes into me. It's a silent game, to see who can make the other cum first, both of us determined to be the victor. I begin to lose the ability to stay quiet, and as he pounds away at my pussy, little involuntary whines escape through my nose. It only seems to encourage him, he pushes harder and harder, and --
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No. 971030 ID: 3994a2
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971030

Suddenly, my footing slips out from under me! The table rocks over, clattering to the floor noisily. Thankfully Mike has quick reflexes, holding me up by my waist.

"Easy, easy, I gotcha, you okay?" He whispers.

"Y-yeah," I pant.
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No. 971031 ID: 3994a2
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971031

The patio door the next apartment over slides open. We both freeze.

Some dude cranes his long neck through the opening, thankfully looking to his left, away from us. "The hell was that," he mutters to himself.

My heart feels like it's pounding its way out of my chest. I have no clue how this guy might react if he sees us like this -- he moved in only a couple weeks ago and until now I've barely even seen him at all.
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No. 971039 ID: 7d9195

Grin at Mike, then look at the llama guy and scream, "Ah! Pervert!". After he's gone, bump into Mike to carry on.

You know, now that this guy saw you, there's no need to stay quiet anymore. In fact, wouldn't it be fun if you had a special show just for him?
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No. 971040 ID: b13dfe

Is that Preston? The llama guy from when Penny first arrived at the Concourse?
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No. 971041 ID: cdabe3

Haha, time for threesome, nice >:D

>>971040
He sure looks familiar!
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No. 971042 ID: e51896

how close are you from the porch to the ground below? if it is low enough, jump down before the llama sees you. otherwise, step back into the room with Mike slowly and quietly
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No. 971064 ID: dbd72b

Looks like Mike needs to use those quick reflexes to duck back into that room before this dude turns around. Engage Full Nope.
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No. 971072 ID: adb916

Whoa! The allure here is the risk and ramifications being seen, not the reality of it happening. Duck back in.
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No. 971074 ID: 979ee7

Just ignore him and keep going (unless he threatens to call law enforcement or something).

If anything, let Mike be the one to chicken out first.
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No. 971126 ID: fd5772

>>971031
make fun of his stupid haircut. don't leave, I want to see what happens.
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No. 971254 ID: 529620

Be casual about it. "Sorry about that, we'll try to keep it down"

And then keep it Goin
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No. 971267 ID: 558936

Quick! Mike's reputation as the owner of Delaney needs to be saved. Quickly Push Mike back inside with your legs before llama looks your way. That way, if your quick enough, llama will only see you and not mike since you pushed him inside out of sight
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No. 971277 ID: 03269b

>>971254
Always be polite. It's the Christian way to handle this situation.
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No. 971292 ID: ce39da

>>971040
Yeah, I'm getting flashbacks to AI: The Somnium Files when a dream Psynch finally reaches "the point" of a dream revealed at the end of a series of cognitive locks. New lead (or at least some further context for a lead) get!
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No. 971298 ID: 7d9195

>a block that makes my memories of the old body look like this one
Tell us more about these memory blocks. Could one be used, for instance, to simulate full amnesia?
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No. 973555 ID: 3994a2
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973555

>Tell us more about these memory blocks. Could one be used, for instance, to simulate full amnesia?
Beats me. I didn't even know it was possible before a year ago. And that's assuming they weren't lying to me. But it's not like I had much choice but to trust 'em.

>how close are you from the porch to the ground below? if it is low enough, jump down before the llama sees you.
Maybe a kilometer, so... jumping down probably isn't a great idea. Assuming I don't get splattered on the landscape below, the safety net would probably dump me out somewhere very public. Not quite how I'd like my evening to go.

-

>Whoa! The allure here is the risk and ramifications being seen, not the reality of it happening. Duck back in.
Uhhh, y-yeah... I nudge Mike gently with my elbow -- he gets the hint, pulls me up against his chest, and shuffles back inside as quietly as he can.
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No. 973556 ID: 3994a2
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973556

The neighbor catches sight of me just as I'm about to duck my head back in. He stares at me, but I don't think he saw anything. Thinking fast, I pretend I just stuck my head out to see what the noise was.

"S-sorry," I say, doing my best to put on an innocent smile, "I think our table fell over."
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No. 973557 ID: 3994a2
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973557

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No. 973558 ID: 3994a2
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973558

"Oh."
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No. 973559 ID: 3994a2
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973559

[animated]
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No. 973560 ID: 3994a2
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973560

We both breathe a sigh of relief when we hear his porch door shut.

"...That was a close one," I say quietly.

Mike slides our door closed. "No kiddin'." He pauses, scratching his head uncomfortably. "Maybe we oughta call it a night."
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No. 973561 ID: f56a2b

>>973560
Casual and relaxing blowjob time before big comfy zzz's.
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No. 973563 ID: 4f51b2

Yeah, I guess is time to go back to sleep.
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No. 973566 ID: b1b4f3

>>973560
I don't think that's really enough reason to stop, but it's definitely reason to change venue. Go finish on the bed with something more vanilla, and quiet.
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No. 973567 ID: 4a4205

>>973560
If he's still good to go, why not finish up with a 69 on the bed! And then sleepy time.
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No. 973568 ID: cdabe3

>>973567
time to finish up ;P
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No. 973576 ID: e51896

He's still hard though...

FINISH HIM!
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No. 973583 ID: 7dd242

He says maybe but his boner says yes, hasn't gone down at all. That goblin of yours is probably saying yes too, after that scare - and not getting what she wanted where she wanted. If you don't fix that, she's just going to keep screaming at you for more, so go get under or over that guy and get her drowned out right where she lives.
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No. 973584 ID: 4286b4

Grab Mike and throw him on the bed.

Tell him that what just happened caused you to get wetter than fucking him for the first time, so until your cunt is fucked raw, it's a sunny day outside!

Then proceed to ride him with extreme enthusiasm.
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No. 973586 ID: fd5772

>>973560
Finish the job
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No. 973609 ID: 2e62e6

He says that, but Mike Jr looks like hes still ready to go.
Make a statement as such, then get comfortable somewhere with him & finish up.
Then snuggle.
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No. 973630 ID: a0dfd2

>>973560

I dunno, guys, that's not the face of someone who "secretly" wants to keep going. I think Mike is as spooked by it as we are.

We had our fun. Let's just ... let's get to bed.
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No. 973638 ID: b1b4f3

>>973630
It's the face of someone who thinks his partner got spooked.
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No. 973671 ID: 15a025

Tell Mike this race isn't over just yet.
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No. 973676 ID: bb78f2

They are hard, brutal, without mercy
but you, you will be worse

Dick and Bone
Until it is done
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No. 973750 ID: bb5949

Snuggle up in bed with that big fluffy hunk. The wake-up sex will be way better than awkward "might as well finish what we started even though we're not really in the mood anymore" obligation-sex.

Talking of killing the mood though, you might want to ask Mike if he's noticed anything about your new next-door neighbour. You got kind of a weird vibe off him, like he recognised you, but was surprised to see you. Obviously that's bad news if you're trying to lie low here...
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No. 973783 ID: 3994a2
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973783

"Call it a night," I repeat, rubbing his belly as I nuzzle up against him. "You sure that's what you want?"

"I just... thought it mighta killed the mood for ya." His cock twitches. "Almost gettin' caught and all. Don't wanna be pushy."
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No. 973784 ID: 3994a2
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973784

My hand drifts south, tracing patterns through the dense fur below his abdomen. "It didn't kill it for me, if it didn't for you."
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No. 973785 ID: 3994a2
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973785

"And at least part of you still seems ready for more." I take his length into my hand again, curling my fingers under it gently and giving it several long, teasing strokes. "But I don't wanna be pushy either, so no pressure."
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No. 973786 ID: 3994a2
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973786

"Now c'mon," I say, giving his rod one last tickle before crawling onto the bed. I roll onto my side, displaying my butt to him. "Let's get nice 'n cozy either way."
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No. 973787 ID: 3994a2
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973787

He obliges, cuddling up close behind and lifting my leg as he slides his way back inside me. "Good choice," I say breathlessly, reaching over and pulling him in for a kiss as our bodies again become one.

He feels so much bigger, so much more powerful than me -- but at the same time gentle... I feel so safe with him close behind me like this. I wonder if I'd feel quite the same in my old body.
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No. 973788 ID: 3994a2
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973788

He picks up the pace, and soon I'm pushing against him as much as he's pushing into me. His fingers dance along my chest, tickling my nipples, as he moves a hand to my belly, pressing against it for more leverage. He fucks a long moan out of me -- something about fucking this way really hits everything just right.

Or maybe it's because it's, I don't know, more passionate than what we were doing outside? That was fun and exciting, but it was just pure horniness... when he fucks me like this, though, it's like it's not really fucking, but something... more.
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No. 973789 ID: 3994a2
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973789

He dutifully slips a hand between my legs, delicately stroking his fingers along the length of my clit. It feels amazing, a perfect balance between too little and too much -- it's a testament to how well he knows my body -- or this body, anyway -- at this point, that he knows exactly how my love button likes it.

He starts really pounding into me, almost to the point that it hurts; but it's a good, primal hurt, one that makes you want to beg for release. That familiar pressure builds up deep inside me, working ever closer to the point of no return. "Are you close," I barely manage to gasp.

"Uh-huh," he pants, pistoning himself deep inside me desperately. "Where -- where ya want it..."
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No. 973791 ID: c8edab

"Inside. And don't spill a drop."
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No. 973796 ID: 7dd242

Get it in there.
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No. 973817 ID: dbd72b

"Riiight there..."
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No. 973820 ID: 8fab7a

Cross your legs behind his body and slam/press/lock him in to drive you over the edge of orgasm.

Just to show you still got that li'l bit of fire left.
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No. 973827 ID: 49a91b

While mike is finishing you off, imagine yourself still on the porch with Mike being watched by that llama guy and how exciting that felt in your mind.
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No. 973830 ID: c8edab

>>973827
+1
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No. 973848 ID: cdabe3

as deep as possible, every last drop
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No. 973854 ID: e51896

>>973827
support
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No. 974366 ID: 8a0df4

>>973827
>>973848
>>973854
You lot are a bunch of Horny Lizards.
(Slips out of human costume; revealing his true reptilian form)
And You're speaking my language with a passion!
+1
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No. 974453 ID: bb5949

Accidentally let slip "Make me yours, make me pregnant", because all that over-eager criticism of "preg weirdos" earlier was clearly just a smokescreen to cover up your own secret kink.
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No. 974561 ID: 15a025

Your pick.
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No. 978251 ID: 6ef04c

Take it right where it is, as deep as you can fit him.
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No. 978726 ID: 3994a2
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978726

My mind drifts to when we were out on the porch, how exciting it was, barely escaping being seen -- I imagine what it'd be like if we'd stayed out there, if a complete stranger had seen me in this state...

Lost in the haze of ever-increasing pleasure crashing into me, I give in to fantasy... I'm on a table, the spotlight's on me while I fight against the relentless, mechanical pounding into my neediest hole, losing control myself... a crowd has gathered around, staring at my body, amused by my ecstasy... I blush hot between the climb towards orgasm and the stark sensation of being totally exposed and helpless...
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No. 978727 ID: 3994a2
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978727

"Riiight there," I whisper, breaking from the fantasy to answer, "f-fill me up, don't... don't spill a drop..."

Right on cue, he lets himself go, blasting my insides with his hot seed, letting out a loud moan in his ecstasy. I feel his rod pulsing as he continues thrusting, driving his cum deeper within me, right where it belongs.

I do my best to pull myself even closer to him, driving his length deeper with in me as I indulge the fantasy further -- between that and the furious work of his fingers, I finally tip over the edge myself. Climax explodes within me, radiating out from between my legs in waves of instense pleasure. My body steals all control from me, bearing down hard onto his still-surging cock as I writhe against him in blissful agony, a pained moan escaping my lips.
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No. 978728 ID: 3994a2
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978728

He slows his thrusts, reducing them to a gentle pumping of his hips. He wraps an arm around me, holding me tight and planting delicate kisses as I shudder and whine in the vestiges of orgasm.

Once we're both spent and catching our breath, he slides himself out of me, and a sense of satisfaction washes over me as I feel his spunk drool out past my lips and onto the bed.

"You spilled some," I chuckle weakly.
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No. 978729 ID: 3994a2
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978729

He starts to get up, but I stop him. "No, stay here... we can clean up in the morning."

I nestle myself into his chest and we lie there silently for a while, basking in each other's warmth.
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No. 978730 ID: 3994a2
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978730

>Talking of killing the mood though, you might want to ask Mike if he's noticed anything about your new next-door neighbour. You got kind of a weird vibe off him, like he recognised you, but was surprised to see you. Obviously that's bad news if you're trying to lie low here...
Usually this is my favorite part, just for the contentment of being with him in these quiet moments, but there's something bugging me about earlier.

"The neighbor."

"Huh?" He asks groggily, stirring from half-sleep.

"The guy next door... you ever seen him before?"

"Uh, think I passed him in the hall once. Why?"

"I just... I dunno." I pause. "He gave me a weird look."

Mike laughs. "He almost caught us goin' at it, of course he's gonna look atcha funny."

"...I guess you're right."
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No. 978731 ID: 3994a2
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978731

Morning hits me like a brick to the face. I open my eyes, squinting in the pale, red glow of what passes for daylight down here. I'm greeted by an empty bed -- wish it wasn't, but I know Mike had to get to the office.
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No. 978732 ID: 3994a2
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978732

I'm up earlier than I planned. Normally I'd go back to sleep, but... I dunno. Today I feel like I should just get to it, maybe use the extra time to run some errands.

I take a few minutes in the shower to relive last night's events -- a small indulgence before getting going for the day.
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No. 978733 ID: 3994a2
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978733

whirrrr

...What was that? It sounded like it was coming from next door.

Despite Mike's reassurance last night, I still feel... weird about the neighbor guy. Something just feels off about how he reacted -- like he was surprised to see me, not that he was surprised by what we were doing. So I can't help but think I should see what that sound was.

I weigh my options... I could mind my own business and not be the nosy fucking neighbor, but I feel uneasy about that. Maybe I should just take the direct route and just knock, maybe say I heard a loud noise and wanted to make sure everything was okay, or come up with some other excuse. Or -- I'm probably crazy for even considering this, but it'd by no means be the craziest stunt I've pulled in my career -- I could climb over to his balcony and sneak a peek through the porch door.
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No. 978734 ID: 3994a2

Also, for anyone who hasn't noticed, I've switched to having a single combined questdis thread for all of my quests: >>/questdis/133919
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No. 978735 ID: 4dabdb

>>978734
Take the sneak peek!
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No. 978743 ID: e51896

Paranoid, aren't you? Dont get involved, but Maybe you should just move a bit quicker in preparing for your day so you can leave earlier in case something happens.
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No. 978749 ID: 53560f

Why not act friendly while we size him up?
Find a small gift like a bag of snacks or whatever and knock on his door, then claim you wanted to get to know your neighbour better and introduce yourself. Don’t even mention the noise.
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No. 978750 ID: 1a8428

Try just putting your ear to the wall, first?
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No. 978751 ID: fd5772

>>978733
you live in a floating city and work(ed) for an investigative agency, and don't have a little spy bot to see what he's doing? How surprising. Don't try anything crazy, you don't really need to be so paranoid. You're just upset how you let your horniness get control of you last night. In fact, that seems curious. Maybe whoever gave you this body wanted you distracted by its senses while you're cooped up in mike's apartment.

Also, you live in the modern age you know. Surely you can just go on the internet and look up your neighbor without a lot of effort using his address. Might be more prudent than trying to climb onto his balcony.
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No. 978753 ID: b1b4f3

>>978733
Take a closer listen.
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No. 978777 ID: d909cb

I'm sure you've pulled plenty of more difficult stunts while you were scrapping before. But I wonder, would you be able to climb over to his balcony while not making a sound? You should be experienced with this, but do you think you'd be able to pull it off in this body?

If yes, then climb over. If no, then go with the direct route.
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No. 978834 ID: 3994a2
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978834

>you live in a floating city and work(ed) for an investigative agency, and don't have a little spy bot to see what he's doing?
I was... strongly advised to leave my equipment behind when I moved in. The old me had reason to have that stuff, but why would a bartender?

>Don't try anything crazy, you don't really need to be so paranoid. You're just upset how you let your horniness get control of you last night. In fact, that seems curious. Maybe whoever gave you this body wanted you distracted by its senses while you're cooped up in mike's apartment.
...Yeah, maybe I'm just being paranoid. I guess.

>Take a closer listen
I put my ear to the wall and listen. The whirring continues, in bursts... sounds like something rubbing against the wall in bursts? The sound stops and is replaced by the occasional dull thud, like he's moving stuff around in there.

Then I hear a voice -- sounds like it could be him. It's too muffled to make out what he's saying, but he sounds upset. I only hear him, so my guess is he's talking to someone on holo. Whoever it is, it sounds like he's not happy to hear from them and he's getting more upset.

He finally goes silent for a few moments, before he starts shouting loud enough that I can kinda make it out... sounded like he said "I'll have it tonight", "I'll get it tonight", something like that. He goes silent, and the whirring noise continues... but this time it sounds like it's coming from the ceiling.

Now I have to know what the hell is going on.
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No. 978836 ID: cdabe3

grumble internally about he's spoiled your happy time, then get out of the shower and get dressed

stay alert for any changes in the apartment that you wouldn't expect, and try to get in touch with Mike
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No. 978837 ID: b1b4f3

>>978834
Whatever happened that made you go underground, was there a "thing" that someone might try to get from you?
...or maybe it has to do with Delaney, and the neighbor was hired to camp out next door to eventually steal from him when the apartment's empty?
Or maybe he's just being pressured into doing something against his will, like a drug deal or something. If you're gonna spy on him, do it smart. Indirectly, so he can't see you doing it. Does Delaney have anything that could help? I guess otherwise you could try a tiny piece of mirror to look around a corner.
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No. 978840 ID: 2e6d92

After hearing him yell "I'll get it tonight" I wonder, Does Mike have anything important or confidential like files or gadgets in your apartment that needs to be secured, hidden, and protected that anybody might want to steal? I feel that we should find whatever Mike might have that looks important here and leave immediatly with it before whoever might be trying to break in catches you and whatever they are looking for.

First things first, grab a weapon, like a sharp knife from the kitchen in case you need to defend yourself.
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No. 978852 ID: d909cb

Go jump the balcony.
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No. 978882 ID: a0dfd2

>>978834

What's the possibility of a drill or endoscope-like device moving through the walls?

Paranoia aside, if someone recognized your body (and not you), and perchance were tied up in all that stuff you left before the bodyswap -- and quite possibly where Mike's "client" had gotten it from --just how desperate would they be?

Just how desperate would the old you be, for an item of this value?
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No. 978903 ID: 7445f0

>>978882
>endoscope
Probably pretty damn thin. Anyone who knew what they were doing would be able to poke a single hole and just lace a snakecam through the wall. It is much more likely that they are implanting something in the walls and ceiling.

Could be explosives if this guy is a terrorist. Possibly some sort of cache. Could be setting up some sort of jamming devices. Could also be something else entirely. Regardless, it is super sus.
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No. 978922 ID: 3994a2
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978922

>Whatever happened that made you go underground, was there a "thing" that someone might try to get from you?
Nothing here in the apartment. there's the dust sample I took, but the client has that now, so I don't know why someone would be trying to get it from us... unless they think we still have it.

>...or maybe it has to do with Delaney, and the neighbor was hired to camp out next door to eventually steal from him when the apartment's empty?
Hard to say, but Mike keeps the sensitive stuff in secure storage at the office, so whatever he's after wouldn't be here. Maybe he doesn't know that though.

>What's the possibility of a drill or endoscope-like device moving through the walls?
Greater than I'd like. Something's making that noise in the ceiling.

>Could be explosives if this guy is a terrorist. Possibly some sort of cache. Could be setting up some sort of jamming devices. Could also be something else entirely. Regardless, it is super sus.
Whatever it is, my gut says it isn't good.

>Paranoia aside, if someone recognized your body (and not you), and perchance were tied up in all that stuff you left before the bodyswap -- and quite possibly where Mike's "client" had gotten it from --just how desperate would they be?
I don't know why my current body would be associated with that mess -- except by association with Mike, I guess -- but I figure they'd be pretty eager to get that dust sample, considering everything I've had to do to avoid being hunted down.

>Just how desperate would the old you be, for an item of this value?
Hard to say, I don't even know why it's valuable. I was paid to acquire the sample, not to analyze it. Frankly, the old me would've ditched the sample and told the client to go fuck themselves, if I'd known what a disaster the whole thing would turn out to be.

--

I throw a towel on, quietly grab the sync gun stowed under the bed, and pull Mike up on holo.

After a couple rings his face appears suspended above my wrist. "'Ey. What's up?"

"Listen, something's up with the neighbor next door --"

"Babe, c'mon, it's like I said last night, he prolly --"

"No, there's weird sounds coming from his place. And now they're coming from the ceiling. I heard him talking to someone, couldn't make out most of it but he got upset and yelled that he'd do something or get something tonight, something like that."

"...Oh. Uh, stay put, I'll come getcha." His speech is stilted and jarring, like he's suddenly really nervous.

"I'm gonna check it out."

"No, don't do that. Just stay put."

"...Mike, is there something I should know?"

"Just stay put. Be there soon." Mike's face blips out of existence.


There's something he isn't telling me. I care about him and I wanna trust his judgment, but it isn't in my nature to be so unquestioning. I'm really tempted to spy on the neighbor and get an idea of what's going on.

Then again, if he knows more about the situation than I do, then maybe he has a very good reason why I should stay.

And then there's a part of me that just wants to get the hell out of here.
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No. 978923 ID: 0fae41

When in doubt, hide in the closet.
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No. 978929 ID: e51896

Well, time to hide then.

btw, what was in the box next to the bed? anything valuable you think you should take with you?

And what is a sync gun? is it like a regular gun?

But whatever we do, we should probably get dressed first before you hide quietly. Try to stay out of sight from the porch door.
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No. 978930 ID: b1b4f3

>>978922
Try to remember Mike's holo address. For later.

Get something to defend yourself with, then try hiding.
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No. 978931 ID: 4d6de9

Get armed, get dressed, hide.
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No. 978937 ID: d909cb

I think there's no reason to panic. It's not the first time someone had a noisy neighbor. And it's not the first time someone's gf ordered him to buy her some gifts for a dinner... tonight.

This whirring and thudding sounds, look, there's no one that would be dumb enough to try to spy on someone by drilling in their walls while they're there. So there has to be a better explanation for this. Either they're fixing AC, or installing a new cable TV or something mundane like fixing the plumbing. Who knows, maybe it's even Mike that's responsible for this, some sort of a surprise?

However, since they didn't inform you that they would be doing any repairs, you're well within your rights to go there and complain about the noise. Well, you could also call the building management first to ask if it's them that are doing any maintenance.

So yeah, I still think you should just check out the neighbor yourself. Don't really care if you wanna do the balcony or the door, but you know you have to do this, because this is what you're like and ain't no voice in your head gonna tell you otherwise~
You could first try the door, knock on it, and if you're lucky and he opens it, just run past him inside to check out what's going on :p
If he doesn't open up, or has a door chain, politely ask if you could come in to have a discussion about the noise coming from there.
And if that doesn't work, then go with the balcony route.
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No. 978973 ID: a0dfd2

>>978922

>Frankly, the old me would've ditched the sample and told the client to go fuck themselves, if I'd known what a disaster the whole thing would turn out to be.

Wait, did we ever MEET the client Mike got your body from? Like, actually interact with them in some meaningful way, other than getting this sample?

Because if that sample is synonymous with you in some way, your current or any former body, then yeah, you might be fenced merchandise. Easiest way to hide it is to make it look like it was always there; hide it in a dingy bar that no one would think to question, you know? Old-school thievery.

And with Mike suddenly getting cagey, that weird stuff last night where he didn't seem into it ...

... maybe it's just the paranoia speaking, but we were the one who got attached to Mike. What use has he for us, other than a roommate to screw from time to time?
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No. 979049 ID: 3994a2
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979049

>btw, what was in the box next to the bed? anything valuable you think you should take with you?
Just some assorted junk we never unpacked after moving in. Unpacking sucks.

>what is a sync gun?
It's a bit of rhythm kit I'm not supposed to have. Blast someone with it and it forces the rhythms of their dust particles to sync up. It usually doesn't kill, but it'll stop just about anyone in their tracks for a little bit. Hurts something awful, too.

>Try to remember Mike's holo address. For later.
I don't think I could forget it, it's md@delaneysecu.service. I always thought he should have a personal one too, but he never saw the point since he owns the business.

>This whirring and thudding sounds, look, there's no one that would be dumb enough to try to spy on someone by drilling in their walls while they're there. So there has to be a better explanation for this.
Didn't really sound like drilling anyway... more like a zipper, or a cord running through something? Could be anything, though.

>Wait, did we ever MEET the client Mike got your body from? Like, actually interact with them in some meaningful way, other than getting this sample?
They always went through Mike specifically, they were very adamant about specifically only being in contact with him, so I never met them myself. Mike's big on the whole client confidentiality thing, so I knew better than to pry it outta him. Maybe I should've pushed him on that front though, I might've asked some questions that would've stopped the whole thing in the first place.

>Because if that sample is synonymous with you in some way, your current or any former body, then yeah, you might be fenced merchandise.
I don't see how it could be, considering the last time I touched those samples was back when I handed it off to Mike.

>And with Mike suddenly getting cagey, that weird stuff last night where he didn't seem into it ...
>... maybe it's just the paranoia speaking, but we were the one who got attached to Mike. What use has he for us, other than a roommate to screw from time to time?
Fuck that. If that's all I was to him, he'd tell me. Hell, I told him I'd be cool with it if that's all it was, it's not like he's bad in bed. I'm sure the only reason he was cagey last night was because of that client he doesn't wanna talk about.

--

Staying low and quiet, I quickly get dressed and duck into the hallway closet, making sure to take the sync gun with me. I still want to investigate, but I'm gonna trust Mike on this one.

I sit there in the dark, listening to the noises coming from next door, which continue for a little while longer before they taper off.

Absolutely nothing happens for, I dunno, 5 or 10 minutes. I'm about ready to figure the coast's clear and stop hiding -- but then I hear the front door open. The click when it shuts is almost inaudible, and I can just barely hear footsteps on the carpet -- whoever it is, they're trying to be quiet.

I grip the sync gun tightly, ready to act. Reminds me a bit of my glory days.
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No. 979050 ID: cdabe3

can you peak through the slats without making noise? see who it is?
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No. 979051 ID: cef86d

Could Mike get over here that fast?
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No. 979059 ID: e51896

Yo, girl, you woke up on your own, so that means you probably didn't turn the alarm you set up that would wake you off. you better turn off the alarm on your magic scifi technology wrist thingy very quickly and quietly before it starts making noises. It would really suck if it went off while you were hiding and gives away your location.
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No. 979100 ID: b1b4f3

>>979049
Send Mike a holo message to see if it's him.
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No. 979104 ID: d909cb

Glory days?

Jump out and shoot Romeo in the heart, just like Juliet did... wait maybe that's not how it happened. Anyway, you gotta act while you have the upper hand!
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No. 979106 ID: a0dfd2

>>979049

Trying to be quiet doesn't really sound like it's Mike, unless he's worried he didn't get here first. The more I think about it, the more I think he's honestly worried for you. We ARE safer hiding out in the apartment, after all.

Wait a little bit longer, then let's send him a text-based Holo message, asking if he just got in.
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No. 979111 ID: 8fab7a

Well, better get the drop on 'em before they figure out where you're at.

If you've got an idea of where they are, Sync 'em.

"Zappety zoppity, this isn't your property."
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