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>Large-scale Low-Light Veggie Farm + Garden: -$2.5M
>Water Filtration System: -$1.5M
>Air Purifiers: -$25K
>Entertainment Center: -$8K
>Large Panic Room + Amenities: -$700K
>Water Heaters: -$1.7K
>Total Cost: -$4,734,700
>Remaining Funds: $7,825,564
It was a physical effort to resist fainting over the sheer amount of money that had to go into the sewer remodeling budget! You had to keep reminding yourself that this was an investment, and in a few weeks(or possibly months), you’ll be reaping the benefits. This should ensure Morlock loyalty, or at least Callisto’s. You had to hope that everyone else was as on board with these executive decisions as she was. Every time you went down there, you couldn’t shake the distinct impression that some Morlocks hated the idea of having their community invaded by some smooth-talking topsider.
But alas, these were problems for another day. And somehow, those thoughts were far more comforting than the mission that you’d set for yourself today. You vaguely remembered suiting up, swinging out of your warehouse, and making your way over to the Midnight Mission, with Cindy urging you to knock on the front door. It was broad daylight, and somehow the large ebony office building seemed to radiate an aura so menacing that you felt like you were staring down a pitch black alleyway in the middle of the night.
Was it just you, or did the building itself feel…angry? Like a drunk patron at a bar who was ready to punch your lights out at any given moment. When you shared this sentiment with Cindy, she gave you a befuddled look and silently chastised you for talking nonsense instead of knocking on the door like you’d promised.
Oh, man. This was a terrible idea! It’s way too soon! The wound’s too fresh. What were you even supposed to say to the guy?
<span class="mu-r">“Hey, dawg. Like, sorry I stabbed your brother in the heart, and stuff. I totally didn't mean it. Wanna go grab a few beers later?”</span>
It wasn’t like they made cards for this shit!
A swift kick to the rear brought you out of your endless spiral of paranoia, and you turned to glare at the culprit. She just glared right back and jerked her head towards the door.
She was right. You <span class="mu-i">were</span> stalling. Might as well get this over with.
Did you bring anything to aid in your apology?
>Apology cards. As it turns out, they DO make ones for killing someone’s brother!
>A decorative cake that you’re hoping Marc lets you have a slice of.
>Homemade cupcakes! It was Cindy’s idea.
>Flowers and expensive chocolates. Apparently, Cindy brought these with her when she last visited. Maybe you could get away with copying her example.
>A stocked cooler. Because being drunk is far more preferable to being uncomfortable.
>...You’ve got nothing. Everything you thought of getting just seemed a little too cheap and disingenuous. You're just gonna speak from the heart and hope for the best.
>Write-in.
