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You’re just about to begin your next exciting adventure: <span class="mu-s">SLOSHED QUEST</span>, when you remember there’s one person you didn’t really check in on… not because you aren’t grateful for what they did for you, of course, but because you knew he had other priorities… namely catching up with his daughter.
You’re also pretty sure that were you to delay that reunion with the ole’ ‘<span class="mu-i">Three Choices and a Write-In</span>’schtick, he probably would have punched you.
With the party sure to be shut down soon, however, you waste no time in heading downstairs to find your favorite groundskeeper and his gloomy offspring!
It takes some doing with how huge the crowd is outside… and how eager everyone is to party with you… but once you get into Chuck’s mindset the solution is simple!
Rounding the corner to the <span class="mu-s">GARDEN</span> in the <span class="mu-s">BACKYARD</span>, you find the father and daughter sharing a laugh… and a glare once they sense your approach!
“Look who’s back…” Observes Libby with a wry grin in her tone. “Welcome to the life of the party, delivery boy.”
“There’s a celebration going on in <span class="mu-i">your</span> name… and you’re spending it over <span class="mu-i">here</span>?” Asks Chuck in bemused disbelief, “... you’re crazier than I thought, kid.”
“Dumber, too.” Adds Libby.
“Definitely.”
Har <span class="mu-i">har</span>, you groan as you pick a spot on the wall next to them to lean against, everyone’s becoming a comedian all of a sudden!
“How’d you track us down, anyways?” Asks the groundskeeper as his daughter takes a sip from the cup in her pale hand.
You respond with a shrug. You just knew if there was a party going on, he’d try to get away from it.
That earns a laugh from the old man!
“HAH! Trust me, kid–if that damn Ferry wasn’t our only way out of here right now I’d have high-tailed it back to my <span class="mu-s">CABIN</span> the minute I parked the cart…”
“Still not a bad idea…” Scoffs Libby as her expression sours with disgust, “If I’m gonna get questioned by cops I don’t wanna do it <span class="mu-i">buzzed</span>...”
You respond by taking a long, hard stare at the goth’s cup. She rolls her eyes.
“This pisswater isn’t gonna do anything… hell, I feel <span class="mu-i">hydrated</span> right now.” Her eyes narrow even more as she takes another swig. “What are you, my <span class="mu-i">dad</span> or something?”
No, you snicker, and thank <span class="mu-i">god</span> for that…
“She’s earned a drink or two.” Chuck grunts as he tousles Libby’s brightly-dyed hair. “I’ll ground her later.”
“Yea, yea…” the goth groans as she takes another sip. “Seriously though… Why are you still here, pizza guy? Go be not-boring somewhere <span class="mu-i">else</span>.”
>CONTD.
