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(Setting) The Classy Hassy
| >A tall man approaches the building, shrugs and throws his cigarette outside and stomps on it. He enters the door muttering something to himself like "Just like Neo SF."
| Aahhh?!? Uhmm
>gets up as fast as he can
Welcome
| "Hello sir...One Hot Hassy please."
>He says sitting down.
| Coming right up..
>Starts to make the Hassy
You ever been to Neo-SF?
| "On a umm...'business' trip..."
>Ge says shrugging.
| I could tell.. not alot of people from Glitch City come here.. heck alot of the people here don't really even like Hassy
>Television screen starts playing the news, with talks about what might be going on with the augmented eye
| >sighs
What the heck even is going on at the augmented eye.. its been past new years.. heck even Christmas!! And they still haven't been active
| "Dunno... I try to keep away clickbait sites as much as I can..."
>He says drinking his Hassy.
| "This is—this is far enough-ha.."
> A woman can be seen just outside the building. Gasping for air after seemingly running from something. She eyes her surroinding and notices the store.
"H-ha.. Hassy?"
> With curiosity in her mind, she enters the store, her gaze transfixed at the place she has never visited before.
| Hello!! You must not know what Hassy is, I'd recommend a Hassy Hot.. its pretty classic
| >turns back
And its not clickbait.. more like news.. they probaly are not posting anything since people are good enough to spread it around themselves
| "H-hello!"
> She greeted but it was much due to surprise.
"H-okay.."
> She tries to find a place to sit, she decides to sit a far bit away from the other patron — the man — that was already in the building.
"T-then, I-we.. I'll have whatever you recommend, bar..err.. tender?"
> She realizes this place is not a bar and she shouldn't be acting like it was one.
"P-please keep it alcohol-free."
> She lastly notes, feeling a bit of embarrassment of being in an unknown place.
| Ehh I don't necessarily make the drinks here.. so I wouldent be a bartender.. the robot next to me makes the drinks.. like other Hassy stores
>Asks robot to make a Hassy Hot
| > Still curious, the woman looks around her; the place felt oddly familiar.
"I.. have never heard of anything called Hassy before."
> She slings her thought to the open.
"W-what are they, actually?"
| "Hassy? Isn't that an energy soda?"
>A man in a blue hoodie paused to look up at the store with dark blue, black ringed eyes. He wandered in and looked around the store curiously, noticing a few people already present. Keeping to himself at first he checked out the specialty snacks.
| Basically soda.. in a way.. but with interesting flavors and recepies
| Like a Hassy Hot.. has no carbonation yet still uses the hassy formula
| >hands the Hassy Hot
Try it
| Oh and sir.. I believe your talking about Hassy Energy
| That's the only energy drink Hassy made
| "Eh. Well I don't want it. A Hassy Hot sounds great though in this weather..."
>He'd admit while fiddling with the snacks...more like picking each up and reading the back. He yawned softly and rocked back and forth on his heels thoughtfully.
| >>119775
"Ah-alright."
> She solemnly stares at the drink, having a doubt in her mind on what the drink might taste like.
"C-cheers.."
> She weakly toasts to.. no one, really, and proceeds to sip the Hassy.
"This.. this tastes-different?"
| What? Oh I mustev been confused.. sorry.. meant to give it to the lady.. there's just many people than normal here
| >>119784
> The hooded man turns to watch the most awkward sounding woman he's ever seen.
"...Are you not sure that it tastes different or were you trying to come up with something positive to say about it?"
>He laughed after asking.
| >>119789
> Noticing the man's laughter, she felt a sudden stick of realization come by her.
"Ahaha— I.. I guess you're right."
> She puts down the drink, trying to have another opinion at it.
"It certainly taste.. different from what I-we.. expected."
> She oddly, and softly, smiles afterwards.
"I knew that it all looked too familiar, hm."
| >>119792
> He wanders over and slips off his hood, revealing his short gradient blue to black hair. He parks it next to the woman and looks up at the man serving drinks.
"I'll go ahead and have that hot hessy. Extra hot...Actually is there a spicy version of it? That'd be even better...hot and spicey hessy."
>He turned to look over at the woman and grinned.
"What were you expecting? Hessy's pretty...I wanna say...Unique in its taste? Part of why it became so popular."
| >>119795
"Really now? I.. I didn't know that."
> From the left-hand pocket of her suit, she pulls out a scrap — but clean — paper and a pen.
"Noted."
> She writes a paragraph, scribing the man's words in particular.
"Good to know that there is a bit of futu—.. history to learn here."
> Further then, she awkwardly sips her drink once more; the taste has become nothing but normal to her.
| "You're having a lot of slip ups there. I? We? Were you going to say future?"
> He'd question with curiosity showing in his gaze and a playful smile. He leaned on his side slightly and rested his head against his wrist while waiting on his drink.
"What's got you so skittish?"
| >>119809
"Ah- nevermind them. I'm.. I'm just feeling odd—"
> She sheepishly laughs, trying to avoid the subject whilst not realizing that she had brought it up unconsciously.
| >>119814
"Eeeeh? That just makes me more curious!"
>Again laughter! But he relaxes and shrugs deciding to back off. Still he watches her curiously and clearly with interest.
"So. What's your name? You can call me...Rem. Because I'd like to be memorable, if you catch my drift!"
> He tried to say that with a straight face...he was successful. Until he snerked at his own words and dipped his head.
"PFFFBBTT I'm sorry, I tried! I thought I managed to say it with a straight face!"
| >>119820
> The woman follows up with a weak laughter, feeling as if she had missed upon something during one of the man's words.
"The name is Uni, n-nice to meet you."
> Her response was meek.
| >>119824
> He blinked once watching her reactions and sat up a little straighter.
"No dice, huh? Ah well~. I thought I could try breaking the ice a little. Nice to meet you, Uni."
> He glanced around wondering where his drink was...or if it was ever coming.
"Are you new around here? You're giving off the kind of aura of a girl that's not used to her surroundings. Nooot the safest atmosphere to give around this town."
| >>119831
"Not entirely new myself, but.. well— stuff happens."
> Vaguely responding to the question, she follows her response with a sigh.
"—Honestly, I think *too* much stuff happens."
> She stares at her drink, having its content at an almost-empty state.
| "You both sound familiar...Danger/u/ right?"
>The silent man speaks again...
"Both loners I'm guessing because you use the site."
>He chuckles to himself.
| >>119836
"Hmmn. Well yeah. But that's every day. Heck...everything that happens doesn't even make it to the papers or the net. This city is a living nightmare."
> He replied thoughtfully while gazing ahead.
"What brought you here?"
| >>119845
"Huh? Oh yeah...Who DOESN'T use Danger/u/ these days? Heh! Even the corps use it now. It's like the only safe haven to speak your mind."
> He nodded to the otherwise silent man.
| >>119845 >>119846
"W-wel.. I—"
> She tries to rebut the man, but she can't find any single word to do so. She realizes that she /is/ a loner.
"Agh-uhm.. I- I guess I was just wandering around?"
> She directs herself to Rem, answering his question with a pinch of white lie mixed in.
| >>119850
"...You just wandered into this hell hole?"
> He slowly raises a brow and scoffs.
"Geeze. That must have been experience...Where from? Bet you're itching to go back where ever it was."
| >>119853
"Me? I'm from the residential area near the Omnidome.."
> She pauses, thinking of something about 'going back home' but quickly erases the thought.
"... Y-yeah, well, it's not like anywhere is safe and sound nowadays, right?"
| "A little bit of lying doesn't hurt anyone Miss"
>He chuckles to himself... How did he know?
| > Turning to face the man currently chuckling, the dark blue eyed patron raised a brow, then slipped his gaze back toward Uni.
"Eh? You two know each other?"
> A lopsided smile came to his lips, he sensed a strange atmosphere all of a sudden...
| >>119856
> She was taken to a surprise by the man's response.
"Ah-ahaha, that's—that's true."
> She tries to awkwardly laughs it off.
| "We've probably have at some point"
>He puts his finger to his chin looking up trying to remember.
| "Aaah I see~."
> He stretches and looks around.
"...Where'd the guy selling drinks piss off to?"
| >>119872
"Probably.. hm?"
> She takes the last sip of her drink, and with that, she notices that the 'different' taste was not so different after all.
| "Dunno maybe during the riots or something"
>He shrugs smiling.
| "Oh geeze. You were there for that? Yikes..."
> He closed one eye and rested his chin in his palms.
"Man people are still feeling it after that shitshow. Espeically those folks that got hit by the SZ incident directly afterward. Kind of goes to show, though that this Glitch City experiment ain't doing so hot."
| "Yeah my neighbor died, my apartment ransacked and my girlfriend got stabbed"
>He says sighing looking sad.
| "That's—.. my condolences. Still—"
> Not finding her response any significant in her mind, she tries to shift the subject to a less sullen one.
"— It's surprising how we are still able to float despite of being struck by something like that—"
> She immediately remembers the events she had read; events similar in nature to that of the riot.
".. But I guess Glitch City is just a city for that, hm?"
| "Yeah I'm surprised that this city hasn't fallen... Surpised I still haven't moved out yet..."
>He sighs.
"Your studdering reminds me of an old girlfriend... Someone who always thinks about what shes gonna say before shes says it... So she wouldn't offend anyone..."
| "Ah.. is that so?"
> She let out a short pause after the question.
"I normally wouldn't be like, well.. *this*. Let's just say today is an opposite day, yeah?"
> After thinking that it probably didn't address the thought at hand, she continues shortly after.
"... But, I-I'm not doing it to avoid offense—.. I don't feel as comfortable when I'm like this. That's all."
| "You have a hitman on your ass or something? Or whats the deal with your umm... Nervousness hun? If you don't mind me asking."
>He blushes lightly out of worry of getting hit... Its happend before after all...
| >>120015
"H-hitman? Gosh, no, haha."
> She laughed at both the serious implication about her being targeted by a hitman.
"No, it's.. it's simply something mundane—.. as terribly mundane as an augmentation."
> Concentrating at seemingly nothing, her left eye lights up in a neon blue fashion, but it fades away in a split of a second upon its activation.
"—Usually that would make me feel better, heh."
| "Ah so your Aug isn't working huh? Dang... I don't know any aug mechanics that I have a bomd with... At least ones that are alive..."
>He say looking off and rubbing his chin.
"I would love to help you but unfortunately I can't at the moment."
>He shrugs.
| "Mmm. I dunno if he'll help you. But I know a guy..."
> REM said after a moment of thought.
| "...Yeah, I promise not do do anything until you say the word, Bain."
>A masked man approaches the store, and ends the phone call, and enters the place.
"Hello. One hot Hassy!"
>He says as he takes a random seat.
| >>120025 >>120027
"I very much appreciate the gesture, you two, but.."
> She gently taps the eye, as yet again, she pauses — unable to form a cohesive reply.
"... But I have no qualms of having this fixed now, I suppose."
> Hearing a new customer arriving, she pulls herself out of her meandering mood. She sees the man entering the store and sitting in one of the seats inside.
| >The Masked man notices Uni staring, and casually looks in a different direction.
| > Feeling a strange twist of familiarity to the masked man, she kept a close eye to him.
> 'It's definitely him.'
> She doesn't bother, however. Seeing that he probably has /something/ to do anyway.
| >As his drink arrives, the man takes off his mask. What you see is a bald man, in his 30's.
"Finally, a warm drink after the cold day."
| >>120177
> Upon removing his mask, it seems clear that it wasn't whoever was in Uni's mind.
> She still kept an eye out for him.
"C-can I have another of these?"
> She points out to the now-empty Hassy Hot.
| >The bald man's phone rings, it's from his associate. The man picks up. You can just here the conversation.
"What's up Mr. Brown?"
>"You won't believe how good this is, Mr. Blonde.
"Is is new tools?"
>"No, better. It's Stuck In The Middle With You."
"You found someone who knows that song? Jesus..."
>"I'll send it in a bit."
>The call ends, and seconds later, Mr. Blonde receives the audio file, and a picture attached. Mr. Blonde puts his earphones in, and plays the file.
| (Oh fuck's sake. First line, here = hear.)
| >REM shrugged lightly and smiled.
"Nah~! It's cool. I wouldn't want to send you to that guy anyway."
> After he spoke he finally pulled himself over the counter and dropped the zenny he needed to pay for his drink. He immediately glanced over the console for drink creation and started working it himself. He was...surprisingly adept. Even though he was indeed fiddling around to see how everything worked he seemed to understand the tech enough to avoid causing a crisis...
| >Finally he made himself a Hot Hassy and then another for Uni. He passed it over to him and bummed a cigarette off of the owner's pack. He popped that one into his mouth and spoke casually.
"He'll probably be pissed but he won't tell me I didn't pay him for nothin'."
| "T-thanks."
> She shortly glances at the Hot Hassy before sipping it.
"You seem to be into these— uhm.. tech.. thingamabobs?"
| "Uhhh...Yeah. One of my few few talents. I'm better at machines than I am at people."
>REM admitted sheepishly.
"Sorry if I creeped you out earlier. I was *trying* to be friendly...but I guess I tried too hard."
| "It's.. alright. It's partially my fault for going out in this state."
> Her attention was still focused on the drink, her looks speak as if she were thinking of something in her mind.
"—Honestly, I'm more confused than I am creeped out."
| "Confused about what? Heh...You seem to be thinking awfully hard about it."
> He'd say while leaning against the counter and drinking his drink. He supposed he'd take people's orders until the owner returned and yelled at him. Then he could surprise the owner by having everything just as he left it and all the cash being present and accounted for.
| "About... things."
> Whether she realizes it or not, her eye glows once more — she seemingly is undistracted by it. She lightly smile afterwards.
"Don't mind us, moments of solitude in such nature are unbridled for us—"
> There was no more uncertainty and nervousness in her voice, it was as clear as day.
"—Still, if we were to talk about what issue we have at hand... Well, the public space is not for that."
| "Oh. It's working again."
>REM pointed out casually while pointing at his eye, corresponding with her's. Though he did lowkey notice the sudden changes. He...slowly knit his brows as if he'd been caught off guard himself, but tried to be subtle about it the moment he realized he let his expressions give away his thoughts.
"Us? We? We as in you and I...or...? I mean I'm not doing anything for the rest of the day...We can take off if you want."
| "Us, the worl—"
> As if interrupting herself from speaking, she taps the eye out, closing it from the view.
"—Nevermind, nevermind. Don't.. don't listen to what I've just said."
> She interjects the flow of the conversation, her hand—now hands—are still blocking the eye, whose sharp blue glow can still be seen through the gaps between her fingers.
| >Mr. Blonde's song ends, and he takes out the phone, and takes a look at the picture
| >It's a picture of one of the Black Phoenix Mercs. Attached to the picture is a note.
>"Watch out for these. They remind me of the ZEALs we fought a while back. - Mr. Pink"
| >>120381
"Too late. Where do you wanna go? At this point you're being so...dramatically mysterious and equal parts suspicious a person like me can't just ignore it."
>REM laughed and shrugged his shoulders.
"If you tell me I'll tell you my real name. How about that?"
| >>120814
"W-wha—.."
> Struck by confusion and surprise once more, she went startled in a blitz.
"It's—"
> She thinks to herself the offer that Rem has given; a secret for a secret, but hers are an odd one at best.
"... O-okay. Please meet me in my apartment later then—"
> She pulled her hands from the eye, its glow still dimly visible, and takes out her pen and a scrap piece of paper.
"Here you go."
> She jots down the direction of her apartment relative from the Omnidome.
| > She gave short chuckle before replying.
"When I'm obviously not here, of course!"
> She sips her Hassy; it has gone colder after being let out for a while.
"—But that doesn't answer the question, y-yeah? Maybe.. tomorrow or whenever."
| >>121800
>REM laughed a little himself and shrugged.
"Tomorrow's good. I'll call you up?"
>He offered while drawing out his cellphone. He turned on the sensor just in-case she was willing to share numbers/e-mails.
| >>121839
"R-right."
> She pulls out her phone from her pocket, browsing through her own contact, double-checking to make sure her memory of her email address were correct.
"Okay, here it is."
> She slides her phone across, not wanting to spell out her email out loud.
| (Uni's phone somehow changed my ID)
| ( Magic phone.)
>REM nodded and carefully copied her address and mailed her directly afterward to send his.
"Okay~. It's a not-date! See you then."
| >>121860
"A..O-okay then—"
> A 'not-date' is not how she'll explain the event. It surprised her nonetheless.
> She sips out her drink, trying to tone down her emotion.
| "Hehe..."
>The man in the back chuckles
"'Not a date...' Yeah right"
>He says quietly to himself.
| > Sipping the final bits of her drink, Uni puts down the Hassy. She takes a quick look at her phone, seeing REM's email address.
> She quickly sighs — remembering the task at hand, she pockets her phone, and slips out a change of money to pay for the two drink.
> Although, to be fair, she was simply pulling a random sum of money that seemingly exceed the price of the drink — she herself has no clue of what the price is.
| "We shall depart then."
> She mumbles, almost unheard of, as she stands from her seat.
> Without wasting much time, she leaves the store, heading outside to the path to her apartment.
| > REM smiles watching her leave and takes a sip of his Hot Hassy.
"Well~. Looks like I have something to do tomorrow~"
>He relaxed and leaned forward with his eyes closed. He'd been here for a while before he'd leave.
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| >A store set up near the middle of wherever, a sign glowing, changing from blue to green to blue again, saying the words 'The Classy Hassy', from the window a assortment of speciality drinks and snacks can be seen all across with the walls strewned of vr drama posters