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(Setting) South Side, "Toast District"
| >Zee is passing by when she notices the commotion. Her straight, blonde hair is down today, and she's wearing jean shorts and a black t-shirt with a white, stylized cat boomer winking and throwing a double peace sign printed on the front. Plain sneakers and a thin black glove on her left hand finish the outfit.
>She approaches a colorfully dressed woman near the back of the crowd and taps her gently on the shoulder.
"Could you tell me what's going on here?"
| >>299124
"Hadn't you heard? It's been all over the news. Some building AI in O9 went berserk with its toaster. Toast everywhere. The police are still pulling bodies out of it."
| >>299126
>Zee scratches the back of her neck.
"Now that you mention it, I do remember reading about that online."
>She turns her gaze towards the GCPD blockade.
"What a clusterfuck. I wonder what happened to that AI..."
| >It was the toughest hike across four blocks Yss had ever known. Her relationship with Ryan had become the biggest stickiest slap patch, and peeling it off was slow regrettable agony.
>The heaviness wilted her ears and left her tail dragging behind her. She wore the tattered synthleather cloak because it made her a badass like Tana Firestar, but after crossing one street, it was just more weight and an obscure reference she didn't even want to explain.
>The miracle would be there
| >>299197
>A rare place where the goofy sexy tragic everyday weirdness that was Glitch City sucked on its tail so hard it pulled itself into comprehensiblity... almost. It was better than rainbows in gasoline or premium subscription sunshine. A building FULL of FRAGGIN EDIBLE TOAST! The bugs, the rats, and the mold would get to it, but there was sooooo much toast.
>And then she saw the lights and tape...
"Glitch City Pig Disgusting. That toast belongs to the streets."
| >>299216
>Yss walks up to the pigs. They don't look local. Like anyone is going to bother to question her.
"Hey. 'Scuse me, may I pleease get by? I live here and I need to get my stuff."
>They don't let her by, just shoo her towards the detective. She stands on her tiptoes and waits for him to notice.
"Umm, sir? Can I get past you for a sec? I need to get to my stuff. I can tunnel in real quick. You won't even notice."
| wtf!
| >a man approaches the checkpoint
| >>299231
> With a quick flick of the neck, the man fixes her with a cold stare.
"This is police business. Multiple casualties. I promise you don't want the foodstuffs."
> He turns again, seemingly disinterested.
| >A little blond haired girl uses the distraction to slip past
| >not even finding it difficult enough to warrant teleporting, a man stealthily parkours past the blockades with ease
>his black attire blending in perfectly in the night (which i assume the time is)
>his movements are silent, bypassing patrols and jumping the gaps between rooftops as he makes his way to the source of the toast
| >>299975
>>299991
>Behind the blockade, patrols of armed men walk the streets. As you get closer to the source of the toast, a stifling rotting smell begins to coat the air.
>A wall of countless loaves blocks off a street, covered in mold and flies.
>Men in hazmat suits pull a small hand out of the toast, followed by its owner. A small girl, barely breathing.
> Slowly but surely the toast continues to advance.
| >>299996
>The girl scales the building, peeking through windows to try and figure out the source of the toast
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| (Okay I misunderstood let me redact that and reduce that)
>The girl scales a building and jumps from roof to good, looking for the source of the toast
| (and retype that. Stupid auto correct)
| >>299911
"Please? I don't want food stuffs, I want my room stuffs. I can tell you're way too good to be guarding toast all day. You can definitely handle oooone person squeezing by into her own room to get one measly science project, right? "
>"Shitshitshit, Yss! Don't elaborate," she thinks. She lowers the hood on her fraggin heavy cloak and flattens her ears. Her eyes are still wet from when she last spoke to her ex.
"Let me in? ~uwaaaaa~"
| >He explored around the city trying to see what there was to do when he suddenly came across the scene and looked upon the authorities from a distance
"Hmm, some entertainment?"
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| >>300260
"Where do you live? I can have the team drill a hole there. Safer than climbing mountains of toast."
>The man seems to soften slightly. He still isn't letting you past him.
| >>302171
"Yeah I could use help. I'm on the third floor. Got ladders? Buuut... How high does the toast mountain go? Like up the stairs? Bet I could squeeze past faster than your team."
| >>302179
> He rubs his forehead and sighs.
"Fine, go ahead. Just don't die. If you do, I'll be held responsible."
| >>303100
"If that toast comes at me I can take it. I ain't afraid of no toast!"
>She forces a smile, and waits.
"I was joking. Officer, I'll be careful."
>Yss hurries inside to examine the scene. Once inside, she puts on a pair of thick-rimmed disposable AR glasses, sets the cams to record, and takes a good look at the mess of toast before her...
| (umm... What about me? -Wendy)
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| > A police line bars civilians from the former District Omicron-9, only allowing those with badges through.
> Colonel Williams (who had been promoted following the Omicron-9-DL-6 incident) was among those guarding the checkpoint.
> A man with unkempt black hair approached the checkpoint, and immediately had at least a dozen guns pointed in his direction. He showed his badge and they stepped aside.
> Detective Ampersand, GCPD Division 9. Badge number 4823.
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