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(Setting) Closed La Lune D'Espirit
| >someone entered the back door, and then went out quietly without suspicion then disappears in the street.
| >A tall, young man walks up to the back door and peeks inside
"Hello...?"
| >A Dude rolls in, in cargo shorts and a Hawaiian shirt.
"Hello? It's Hunter from /u/."
| "Uh... hi?"
>He looks confused at the arrival
"I just came to get something real quick..."
>He look around for the box
| "Ah. Ok."
>Hunter stands outside, waiting for someone to open the entrance.
| >There were rushed footsteps as a girl stepped into the back door, exhausted and out of breath. She carries a green box on her shoulder. She smells like sewer and chicken, and the box also smells like radiation and chicken.
"Oh no I'm late I'm late, gotta set up the box and stuff ugh, I hope the CN dude hasn't arrived yet."
| >The girl wakes up, rubbing her eyes
"Are teh drugs here yet?"
| >>189455
>The girl's single cat ear perks up, and upon closer inspection, she is missing the other ear. Her face turns to you, surprised.
"Oh, hi. Are you CN? I got the things right here, you can take them, but be careful alright?"
>She sets the box down slowly.
| >>189465
"No, not really. I'm just worried about the nanoboost vial. It's the only one I have, and it is very very very valuable. This thing can improve many nano-machines and have the potential to cure Nano Rejection Disease."
>she gets quieter when mentioning the disease and opened the box. Inside there is an old rifle with various modifications, and a menacing barrel. Right next to it is a syringe, the liquid inside mundane and bland.
| >>189477
"Yeah, why not. You kept me living longer, and I could create more in my life time. Consider it my thanks for giving me a lifetime supply of chicken. A vial is nothing compared to a life. Besides, after creating that one, I now have the blueprint and it will be significant easier."
>she shrugs and head for the exit.
"Oh, and don't mind the gun. It's working as intended. This hidden WMD is yours. I never wanted it anyways."
| >>189479
"Well if you can make more... I guess it's okay..."
>He looks at the box as you start leaving
"Uh... if it okay, can I ask you about your research in the future though? I must admit, I'm kind of curious now."
| >Erika sighs, going over to open the door and looks around
"which one of you is hunter? just come in already."
| >A large figure watches the building from a rooftop
>Smells like gunpowder and tobbacco
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| >>189481
>she faces CN, eyes starting past him
"Prevent the disease, and undo my mistakes in the past. Right now I have succeeded in reversing the effect with a great cost, soon I will be able to prevent it."
>She looks around
"Oh, it's open. So much for it closing forever like the news. Well I don't want to stick around long, I don't want another sex-crazed maniac throwing bombs left and right. I'll see you."
>the one-eared girl leaves.
| >>189488
"Oh, uh... bye then."
>He looks down at the box
"Great cost though... hmmm... Maybe I should show this to Syd..."
>He mumbles to himself as he leaves through the back door
| >The figure watches CN leave before turning around and walking away, whistling
| >A group of four well-dressed gangsters in white suits enter. Each seem to wear colorful dress shirts ornqmented with different prints, floral, fade, gradient. Their hair slicked back and eyes covered with shades
| >3 i
Of the 4 carry mag locked suitcases, They look around with pompous expressions
| >Erika rolls her eyes at their get up, but hey, what can you do?
"So... are *you* the one with the drugs"
| >They smirk arrogantly, but just then a cherry haired lady in a black business suit and clearly overdone hair flamboyantly adorned with needles and multicolored pins steps out from behind them
"..."
>Her expression seems different from usual, more sleepy and tired than her usual earie cheeryness
| "Changed the formulation to work on Lilim... Gas can no longer be used as a bomb..."
"..the only formulation that changed the smell properly was cookies and cream"
>She mentions the last one with an expression of her own disbelief
| "...Do you like, wanna take a nap or something? I've got a bed and... Well whatever, glad to hear you've improved on it
>She fishes around her pocket for a credstick
| >Cherry puts an arm up around one of the gangsters who assists her up
"No no it's fine~"
>The gangster rests her at a chair, another opens up a briefcase on the table. Inside are a few metal vials with accompanying diffusers, one disguised as a large classic cigar. Also inside are small packs of what look to be breath strips
| >Hunter finally snaps out of his trips, turning to the opened suitcase.
"...Nice."
| "Right now I'm on a side project for mood altering drugs for an experiment on personality adjustment, it's just not going too well. In any case, here, have fun and try not to overdo it ok~"
>Her expression is a little bit pained, but she wrenches out a smile
| "Do you have hair color changing potions?"
>Golden puts a large armored hand on his chin, thinking about random things he'd like to buy
| >Erika finds the credstick, and hands it over to one of the men.
"Personality adjustment? can't say i'm *not* interested. In any case..."
>She picks out her share of the drugs
"Thank you for your services"
| >>190322
"And thank you for your patronage."
>Cherry moves the suitcase to face Hunter
"Shame this place had to close down, would you happen to know who to speak with in regards to its purchase?"
>She speaks through heavy breaths
| >>190334
>Erika speaks casually, almost standoffish
"Ah, that would be Jean-Marie. As far as I'm aware he isn't planning on selling it, but if you want to...
>She scribbles something down, and hands it to Cherry
"Here's his number. If it *does* an up opening up again, maybe i don't have to look for another job"
| >>190334
"So uhh.... yeah. I'm here for a bunch of sheets of acid? No, no wait it was that 5ex? 6ex?"
>Hunter stumbles around in his speech.
| >>190348
>Cherry simply shrugs
"If she's not planning to open again, then it's just taxes for nothing, why not sell"
>>190382
"Sure sure. Remember the precautions. Overdose isn't good for anyone~"
| >Hunter takes his sweet time checking g the board to remember how much he was getting...
"So uhh... 2 sheets of each? How much is it?"
>Hunter nonchalantly pulls out a 'cigarette', lighting it up.
| "Sentimental reasons? who knows"
>Erika goes back to her bed and curls up.
"Go ask him about it, not like the other maid's are all to eager to come back"
| >>190428
"60 nuyen or 600z~"
"If you're interested we're also close to releasing a line of combat drugs, alongside others~~"
>>190431
"And why would the maids not want to come back? Was it the 'sex bombing?'"
| >>190432
"600z? Only? You know I mean A4 sheets of 5ex, not tabs."
>Hunter looks at you with suspicious, glassy eyes.
| >>190432
>Erika yawns
"Violet's going through a midlife crisis, And Sophie's kind of scared of me at the moment. The inexperienced staff are a little discouraged when 3 of the four seinor staff don'r want to come to work anymore. I think the sex bombing had sometbing to do with it, but it wasn't the only thing."
| >>190440
>Cherry loses it, her head drops down to the table as she laughs hysterically
"...and how... How would someone fit two entire a4 sized sheets into their mouth ahahaha"
"You're quite the joker mister Hunter. I'll drop a joke too.. an interesting way for you to use it on a partner~~"
| >>190447
"Pardon my intrusion into personal lives, but would Violet's case be from her quite-painful rejection... Being called a... 'six'"
>She gives a rather hurt look for a moment. But wipes it away quickly
| >>190456
"...Yeah pretty much. Personally i think it's overreacting, but she keeps on insisting that if she's a 6, then she has no buisness being a maod and having sex, she'll just be something *else*.
| >>190463
"That is truly a shame. Personally I found her to be the most interesting one there. A shot at the sky, but I would be interested in having her as a secretary. But my work is quite dangerous and I'm sure I've left quite a bad impression~"
| >Erika smirks
"Oh no she actually diddn't mindtoo much. says you 'gave her the final push she needed' I'm sure she'd *love* to work for you. Want her number too?"
| >>190479
"Sure. I wonder just how much pain she has to offer~~"
>Cherry gives a wide, eerie smile with feeling a dangerous premonition.
>>190479
>>190440
>>190452
>Cherry claps her hands together ready to conclude the day's meeting, she looks to Erika, Hunter, and even the four gangsters
"For this final trick, a simple yet exciting way to administer the drug to a partner. And for this I will need a volunteer"
| >Erika gets a semi bad feeling, maybe she *shouldn't* do this... eh whatever. She hands Cherry Violet's number, then stares at her blankly.
"Ah, can i volunteer? might as well make this a little interesting."
| >a strange pink haze floods the area
| >>190483
"I'll pass on volunteering. This joint is got me high enough."
>Hunter declines, instead looking for his wallet.
>>190496 >>190568
"Are you sure about that? It looks like the pink tentacle monster called for volunteering before you did."
>Hunter points out the smoke, tripping it as a tentacle monster.
| >>190585
"Duuuuude, someone pulled the fattest rip next door. Good shit too. Man these tentacles are really touchy feely."
>Hunter waves, but keeps standing.
| >>190593
>your chest and eyes gets heavier.
>you feel the urge to sleep.
>you *want* to sleep.
>you *should* sleep.
>you *need* to sleep.
| >>190595
"Is nobody else feeling this? Bruh. This is getting to me fast man."
>Hunter whips out his carry-on suitcase from the pink smoke, opening and looking through it, yawning and trying to stay awake.
"Man, if this is like qualudes..."
| >>190598
>your weight of your chest beckons you to lie down.
>your eyes get so heavy you cant keep them open.
>the fog feels so welcoming.
>you try to resist, to stay awake.
>but you know you dont *want* to resist.
>that you *shouldn't* resist.
>that you *will* not resist.
>that the cloud feels like the perfect bed,as welcoming as your Mothers lap while crying.
| "I guess I'll take a nap..."
>Hunter falls over and in to the floor, grasping a injector of adrenaline.
| >>190496
>Cherry takes a few sheets from a case, laying them on her tongue. She sticks her tongue out, giving a lasvicious look tl Erika before aggressively putting her lips to hers
(This happens before the sleep drug ah guess)
| >while taking Erika by the collar of her shirt.
| >Erika gasps, or she would've, had she not been muffled by the surprise kiss. She moans a little as the the arphodisiac takes effect.
"Mmmmph... You better, like... not leave me hanging."
>She goes in for seconds
| >The tongue work is intense, even more so by the effect of the drug. A sense of euphoria and giddiness rushes in. Light touches such as even wind blowing on skin would send tingles down one's spine from extremely hightened sensitivity. The whole body in all, feels cool, as if a minty substance was applied all over. Slighly hallucinations and impedimented judgement follow
| >Shivers went down her spine, poor girl almost fainted from all the stimulation. She moans and well, continues to kiss. Not like there's anything better to do. For all she care she could do this forever...
| >Considering her proffession, Cherry was very skilled at stimulation to say the least. She finally pulls back, strings of saliva remain between the two. She wipes the mess from her face with her hand, examines the thick material between her fingers
| "An unnatural increase in viscosity, trace amounts of the drug remain undissolved and suspended in saliva. Work to decrease viscous effect and improve absorption into bloodstream... Or keep it that way...it's rather erotic..."
>She puts her back into her mouth, she looks as if she's savoring the material
"Secondary transmission... Slow and negligible. Product is functioning exactly as expected"
| >Erika falls to het knees and holds herself tight, taking deep breaths.
"You tease... And I was so close to getting off too..."
>she tried of thinking of something elde to say, but she was too distracted by the lingering escasty to fourmulate anything substantial.
| >Just then the gas begins affecting everyone around. The gangsters drop to the ground suddenly, startling Cherry who's finger's still in her mouth
"Oh my~"
| >Cherry takes deep breaths, as if collecting the gas. After a short while of this she looks around to her unconcious customers and passed out guards.
"Well..."
>Being rather slender and fragile in build, Cherry begins dragging the people inside the cafe to her car slowly and with great difficulty
| >Erika rubs her eyes, the gas taking effect. She stumbles foward, and eventually falls asleep on cheret
| "Oh hmmmm..."
>A dark red liquid, along with oil and a mixture of various substances spill out of her as if a dozen wounds suddenly ruptured open. The liquids spill on the floor making quite the mess. She then cracks her neck and rolls her joints around before continuing to drag the others through a now lubricated floor
| >>191702
>your chest and eyes gets heavier.
>you feel the urge to sleep.
>you *want* to sleep.
>you *should* sleep.
>you *need* to sleep.
| >Cherry seems unnaffected by the gas and continues on piling people into her black RR Phantom with a some physical difficulty. They dont fit quite well, so she literally piles them into a car.
>"A chemical attack that isn't mine, how delightful" she thinks to herself as she drives the car out of the affected area.
>The two customers Hunter and Erika would later wake up in seperate motel rooms with a yellow calling card, the letters "YW" engraved with a contact number underneath
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| The formet vibrant maid cafe now sits barren, hastily boarded up and shut down. In thr alley way, one could notice one of the back doors slightly ajar, and if they were to go inside they would find themselves in a dimly lit kitchen.
In the corner a girl can be seen napping.