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You give the wicked scientist a disinterested ‘<span class="mu-i">hm</span>’ and an uncaring shrug before promptly turning around to face Mina again. So-
“Hiding <span class="mu-i">AGAIN</span>, are we, Diesel?” Asks Rivka’s projection before letting loose another one of those annoying laughs, “You possess exquisite strength, that’s empirical <span class="mu-i">fact</span> by now, but that temper of yours shall have to be… <span class="mu-i">tempered</span>... if you’ll be tending to my every whim, that is! <span class="mu-s">CHOSEN!</span>”
Uh-huh, you nod, sure, man.
You hear her speech falter a bit as the rest of the survivors watch on unsure of how to proceed. Even <span class="mu-i">Pepper</span>’s a bit hesitant!
“You… you’re <span class="mu-i">Chosen</span>... What are you not comprehending here, ape? <span class="mu-i">WORM</span>? I, the illustrious <span class="mu-s">RIVKA BERTRUGER</span> is addressing you! And I-”
Yea, you yawn, you’re uh… you’re kinda <span class="mu-i">busy</span> over here. Just wait a bit, will ya?
“Wait a sec…” Mutters Raj as he rolls over to you on a somehow intact Linda, “Uh, first of all, good ta’ see ya’, bro!” He wraps you in a warm hug before you can stop him! “And uh, third or seventh or whatever: why come we aren’t listening to, y’know, the scientist?”
She thrives on attention, Raj, you groan as you make a conscious effort to not look at the projection, so yea.
“Oh…” He remarks as the Hausers watch him with utter confusion in their eyes, “... so then… what should we do?”
You scratch your head. Uh… make sure the remaining goons are secured? See if anyone needs medical help? Just… y’know, ignore her, though.
You cup your hands together so that everyone can hear you.
<span class="mu-s">EVERYONE JUST IGNORE HER, OKAY?</span>
After the show you and Smythe put on, no one seems to have any complaints! Rushing about to reconnect with friends and do as you asked, the survivors take no heed of the floating head silently stewing above them!
“<span class="mu-s">WRETCHED INSECTS! CAN YOU IGNORE THE MAJESTY OF THE SUN’S RAYS!? THE VASTNESS OF THE OCEAN!? I, RIVKA BERTRUGER, AM YOUR KEEPER NOW, AND I SHAN'T BE IGNORED!</span>”
Hauser, you bark as you approach the old man with purpose in your tone, <span class="mu-s">SITE B.</span> <span class="mu-i">TALK</span>.
“<span class="mu-i">That’s…</span>” He wheezes, still reeling from the beating his daughter and son gave him, “<span class="mu-i">A… trade secret…</span>”
And you’re gonna give him an asskicking <span class="mu-s">FREE OF CHARGE</span> if he doesn’t cough up the answers… and <span class="mu-i">FAST!</span>
“<span class="mu-i">Then I’ll die…</span>” He snickers as he spits a bloody wad onto the ground, “<span class="mu-i">And you won’t find SITE B fast enough… What do I care if I’m going to die either way?</span>”
How do you convince this dick?
>BY KICKING HIS ASS SOME MORE!
>PROMISE HIM LENIENCY!
>ASK WHAT HE WANTS FOR THE INFO!
>LIE AND TELL HIM YOU'VE GOT POWERFUL ALLIES...
>GET SOMEONE ELSE TO HELP! (WHO?)
>WRITE-IN!
Last update of the night, by the way. Got a bit of a late start, but should have more on <span class="mu-s">FRIDAY AROUND 4-5PM PST!</span>
