>>5416596>GENUFLECTYou think you're just gonna ignore commands to do this from now on.
>RUMINATE on what you're trying to accomplish.You stop looking into the CURING MACHINE, since it's making you a tad nauseous. Having thought through and discarded the whole 'ambush' idea, you find yourself at a little bit of a loss for what your immediate next steps are.
Your primary goal at the moment is to ESCAPE Pat's dream mansion factory thing, or whatever the fuck she called it. Her MANSE. Having only seen two rooms of it so far (and one only barely), you find it unlikely you're ready to do so yet.
Instead, you need to GATHER INFORMATION and ITEMS to aid your escape. You may be able to do this by thoroughly exploring the rooms Pat lets you access, though unless she's DUMBER THAN SHE LOOKS she'll have locked you out of anywhere important. Therefore, once you have your bearings, you should probably figure out how to BREAK INTO anywhere you can.
You don't necessarily have to do this by BRUTE FORCE or even SUBTERFUGE. Despite your PRICKLY EXTERIOR, you have an extensive history of CHARMING AND BEFRIENDING shady people for personal gain. If you can figure out what makes Pat tick, you can probably WIN HER TRUST and encourage her to give you more and more access and freedom. You'd need to be careful not to get caught sneaking around, though, or all your progress will be ruined.
Since you're presently locked in a single room with not much in it, you get the feeling you can't do very much right now. Kind of like it's just an INTRODUCTORY AREA. When Pat returns (as she will do very soon), then you'll really be able to get cooking.
>>5416743>"ACCIDENTALLY" STARTLE PatYou take a moment to break yourself from the bizarre INVESTIGATORY MINDSET you have found yourself in. Fuck! You're blaming this one on Charlotte: <span class="mu-i">she</span> stuck you in a goddamn snake, <span class="mu-i">she</span> brought you to Notrealland, and now her dumbfuck detective gullshit is infecting you like the goddamn common cold. Thank god she isn't here right now— you can only imagine the trials of patience that'd ensue.
Anyhow, you're done looking at holes in the ground. You're swearing it off. And an ambush— despite it being more your style— is not in the cards: not when you don't have the Fitz on you, and certainly not when you can't do a fucking jumping jack. So now what? Sit and wait? Stick your arm into the curing machine and see what happens? You're leaning toward being unable to feel temperature (the room looks like it should be clammy as hell, but you sense nothing), but if you're wrong you'd rather not get melted alive.
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