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Mitch: ...wanna come over and get this 🍆-fil-a?
“Oh look at that. You found me,” Chloe said, slurring her words as she took another swig from the bottle in her hand, not paying any ounce of attention to the beat up thugs laying on the ground beside her. “Did Nat tell you to check up on me or somethin’?” She asked, knowing she hadn’t exactly been handling the past few days too well.
Alex walked in with a smile on his face, he had been in America working for the last couple of months and then had a small vacation, all work no play and all that, but he was done with all his other projects.
He had arrived the night before and maybe he had been greedy with his vacation time because he felt like he could use a pick me up, so he followed his nose to the catering area but frowned when he saw the line. “Well... damn and here I thought I would have a welcome back muffin... Or coffee...” He sighed heavily.
“Okay...thank you for coming in today, I just have a few questions for you in regards to these two organizations, which apparently are one, and thankfully did not blow anyone or anything up out there. No need for a lawyer or anything, I’m actually simply investigating to find the leader, to make sure that everything is dealt with accordingly, and get as much information as possible to keep everyone here safe. Can I count on your cooperation on this matter?” she asked. She had other sources as well and she would piece this puzzle together to figure out how to take them down before this situation got worse.
Luna was sitting at a picnic table by herself, her eyes downcast as she was deep in thought. Her body hurt because she’d overexerted herself working out to keep her mind busy. But she also had enjoyed the pain that she could focus on rather than being so naive. She could sense someone near and she looked up sadly. “I’m not in the mood to talk today. Especially if you’re here to accuse me of being a part of some hate group.” That was the trend of the day for her, and she’d already gotten an earful from her mother who hadn’t called her in almost two years.
“Oh! Look at that. Mass paranoia. Welp, this outta be good for business,” The therapist mused as his phone sped read out the list of the members of the Alliance and Revelationists in the article he had clicked on.
Rocky was reading over the events for the week leading up to the awards show. She had a bright smile on her face as she was excited for all of it. She felt like she was back in her element. “Oh this is my kind of event. I’m ready to party! And I really want to do the panel. But you know I’m really looking forward to brunch. Will it be tacky if I’m standing at the doors first?”
“O...kay, Um excuse me. Do you know my sister? Jackie Presley? I need help. She...doesn’t want to come out and I’m twenty-four hours from our organs liquifying or either I take over as the dominant personality. Obviously, I don’t want either of those things to happen. Will you help me? Even if you don’t know her can you just distract me for a minute I’m freakin’ out.”