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"I don't got a plan after this. I can only hope that B-Company accepts me so I can try living like these three." She gestures towards the three corpos. "I can admit that I'm jealous of them."
"And I wouldn't blame you, sweetheart." Rosaline coos out with a bit too much sweetness in her tone.
"It's not as pleasant as you think it is." Roland cryptically responds. <<span class="mu-b">"Not if his schizophrenic ramblings about 'glowies' are correct. Considering his missing eye..."</span>> Shit, Gregory told him about them? He KNOWS about them?
"Bite me. What else do you want me to do? This is the only path forward to me." Alexis admits with a pitiful amount of honesty in her voice. Guess Max wasn't wrong about her having nothing else to look forward to.
"Hey, I'll bite if you pay me." Robbert chortles at his poor attempt at a joke. The table offers a pity laugh but the atmosphere begins to lighten up now.
The next twenty minutes are spent trying to let tensions cool. You glance over at Casey. Her meal is just a glass of sugar water and a few thin wafers made out of crystalized honey. You're not even going to question it, at this point she's being on the nose about it.
Casey halfheartedly shrugs. "As okay as I can be. Ready to go home so I can walk some television. The all time classic American staple!" She puts on a fake, plastic smile. It deflates almost immediately. "Not really hungry, if you can tell." She crunches at one of the waffers.
"Don't blame you. I would probably feel like shit if I was in your shoes." You take a sip of your red wine and offer it to her. Casey immediately grabs it and chugs it down in one gulp before handing you the now empty glass. Good thing you got free refills.
"Yeppo. Thank you for checking up, at least!" Casey's smile is a bit less fake now. "Most people wouldn't. After all, a smile is a nice thing to wear no matter the situation!"
"Mmh. Just take it easy, Casey. Our lovable mascot can't stay in the dumps forever." You look up at thin air towards absolutely nobody in particular. "Seriously, though. Glad you're feeling a bit better."
Casey nods before returning to her meal. Seems like your little talk with her has improved her mood at least.
>+0.5 extra RAPPORT earnt with Casey!
"Say, Robbert. What's up with the mask, by the way? And Rosaline, uh, if you don't mind me prying...what was up that chip?" You point at your own neck. "That you got out of, uh, Valentina."
"Ah. We keep a lot of confidential information hidden in little slots on our neck." Rosaline proves this by pressing on the side of her neck. A panel opens up, showing a SD card inside a small slot in her neck. "They're linked to our biometrics. If they're too far away from us for too long, scanned by an unapproved device or if we die? They wipe themselves cleaned."
"Like new fashion lines for C-Corp or, say, new kinds of specialty luck-infused candles for L-Corp. The kind of stuff that could earn you millions if it falls in the wrong hands."
