Charlemagne 2016/01/23(Sat)22:28 No. 696752 ID: 3a9db6
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You try not to laugh.

You: “Bonjour!”

apologize for startling her. tell her you like her moves.

Join in on the dancing, ask if she'll teach you!

Avoid lying outrageously. Ask if she ever thought about taking lessons.

Ask her if she needs a "dance partner", because you can show her some "moves"!

Remember, you still don't speak french. If you want to compliment her moves and can't find the words, try clapping. If you want to join her, try doing a little bow and offering your hand.

Magnifique!

Charlemagne 2016/01/24(Sun)01:24 No. 696777 ID: 3a9db6
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You clap and smile. Rachel storms over to you.

Rachel: “You going to weff at me? Dat it? Go ‘head, weff!”

You summon what little discipline you have to avoid laughing, and offer your hand.

You: “I’m not going to laugh, but I might dance with you.”

For a moment, Rachel isn’t sure how to respond.

Charlemagne 2016/01/24(Sun)01:24 No. 696778 ID: 3a9db6
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To your great surprise, she takes it.

>>696778
Show her your moves

Considering she's like twice your mass and it looks like mostly muscle, I hope you do know how to dance, boy.

>>696778
Can you waltz?

That's it! Interpretive dance will surely cross the language barrier. Woo her with all your skill.

>>696778
You know I only just noticed. In silhouette out ears look a bit like horns. Between that and the toothy grin we've got I am feeling a deal with the devil vibe from this image.

>>696783
I think that's obvious since Chuck is a silver-tongued devil who wants to drive all these townswomen to sin.

Awwww yeeeee. Chuck just do the dance you know best, God knows we can't help you here.

Charlemagne 2016/01/24(Sun)11:17 No. 696798 ID: 3a9db6
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You dance with Rachel. She gets frustrated when you try to talk to her, but she takes to dancing happily. She handles a little rougher than you’re used to, but for her size, she’s actually not half bad.There isn’t any music, but the scuffs of both of your shoes against the pavement provides enough rhythm.

When you finish, Rachel giggles. Her voice is a husky alto, and she does not exactly ooze femininity, but it still manages to be a little bit charming.

This gives me an idea... When we see Ramona again we should suggest a karaoke competition. This will maybe rake in people to come to the inn AND everyone gets to have a swell time.

>>696801
I think it may be a good idea on focusing on the quest where we improve Plath house's cooking before we try attracting guests who may not be willing to hide how bad it is.

For now let's give her a fond farewell, there has to be some in the early parts of the book you picked up, and then we can go back and see about Lorraine.

Alright, time to bring up the tools. Ask if she knows where you can get some.

Charlemagne 2016/01/24(Sun)14:10 No. 696815 ID: 3a9db6
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You have never failed to communicate in the world’s most universal language: pelvic thrusting. You’re not really ready to start speaking French yet, though.

You: “That was a lot of fun. Did you have fun?”

Rachel: “Wi. Yes… they make fun of me to dance because I am… er, do you say big?”

Rachel: “Do not tell a word about this.”

You: “My lips are sealed.”

She looks at you, her mouth hanging open a bit.

You: “Meaning I won’t tell anyone. See, shut. Mouth closed.”

Rachel: “Yes. Thank you… thank you… eu… about not laughin-guh.”

You: “Oh, I wanted to ask: do you have any bolt cutters that I could use?”

Rachel: “Bult coot-air? Ssssorry, I don’t know what is…”

You know, for when you have a lock, but, er, "lost" the key, so you need to, ah, snip-snip?

Something that can cut chains. Or fences.
Cut thick metal.

You from this town, or passing through?

Charlemagne 2016/01/24(Sun)15:01 No. 696824 ID: 3a9db6
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You make various attempts to describe and mime the tool that you are looking for.

You: “You know… to cut a chain? Or a fence?”

Rachel: “Ah… oh… coupe-boulons… eh… yes. No, no. You can’t have those. Why?”

You know cutting the chain is probably a bad idea anyway. People might notice when the chain closing the gate is shut. What I think we may need is just a really thick rug to throw over the fence to cover the barbed wire. That way we can just climb the fence, and no evidence will be left that someone got past the fence.

>>696824
Perhaps we should actually go to the warehouse itself and look around. Maybe there are ways in that you'll be able to see that the innocent, uninterested locals wouldn't think of.

Say you found a really old safe and you were curious about what's inside. But you haven't even asked the owner if you could, it was just a thought for the chance she'd say yes. No point bothering to ask her if there'd be no way to open it.

how the heck would you use bolt cutters on a safe

>>696824
Tell her you were thinking about sneaking into the abandoned warehouse. Just for fun.

Charlemagne 2016/01/24(Sun)15:40 No. 696836 ID: 3a9db6
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You: “Well, between you and me, I was thinking about checking out that old warehouse…”

Rachel: “Do you know whose job eet ees to keep people out of de warehouse?”

You: “Uh, who?”

It takes a moment before you realize that you have pulled a Marcie.

You: “Oooh. OH.”

Well you know what they say about curiosity and cats right?

>>696836
Ask if there's anything even in there anymore.

Charlemagne 2016/01/24(Sun)16:24 No. 696841 ID: 3a9db6
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You: “Well, is there even anything in there anymore?”

Rachel: “Last I checked… juss a bunch of garb-azh.”

Its just everyone was acting like it was some big huge horrible secret. It got me all worked up wanting to know what was going on.

Anyways if you ever need a dance partner again let me know. I had a good time.

Charlemagne 2016/01/24(Sun)16:34 No. 696843 ID: 3a9db6
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You: “Sorry. Everyone was just acting like it is a huge secret.”

Rachel: “Eh… secret? What do you say…”

You: “A conspiracy? A… oh, never mind.”

Rachel: “Mwe- beh… sorry, I… I’m so zzztupid. I cannot talk.”

You: “No, no. You’re not. You speak better English than I will ever speak French.”

Rachel: “Kreyòl ayisyen… my French is… bad. I’m so ssstupid. Please-”

You: “I had a good time dancing with you. Just tell me if you even want to dance with me again.”

You smile and touch her arm. She pulls away and folds her arms over her chest.

Rachel: “Thank you. Will.”

Yay, a friend!

Wish her a lovely evening and return to the Plath house then.

Tell her your name already, you rude person.

>>696843
It's getting late, do you think we have any time to do something before we have to hit the hay?

Ask if she knows any other languages?

>>696843
Ask what she's packing down there. You've heard ladies of her type have the opposite's parts.

Does she got a dick or not is what I'm saying.

>>696858

Do not ask this. This is incredibly rude.

>>696858
That's speciest. Only some subspecies of hyena have pseudopenis.

Charlemagne 2016/01/24(Sun)18:15 No. 696865 ID: 3a9db6
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You don’t think that asking her if she has a penis is wise, though you have heard the rumors. You bid Rachel farewell and let her go on with her business.

And you’ve never been in bed with a hyena. Interesting prospect. You’re sick of walking around town, though, so you go back to the Plath House. Hm, it seems Ramona forgot to give you a key to the front door. You knock.

Charlemagne 2016/01/24(Sun)18:16 No. 696867 ID: 3a9db6
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Ramona opens the door.

Ramona: “Oh… hello Chuck. I was just tidying up.”



END CHAPTER 1

Where the... heck did she pull that from?

Probably something she pulled out of the attic that hasn't been used in three generations.

Game over

>>696867
oh god sally might see you

>>696867
Worst fucking cliffhanger ever!