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Tomorrow, the man concludes, a meeting will be held between the PR team and the investors to trim out details. That, at least for now, the plans to cancel the funding have been canceled, until further notice. And that she is to attend such meeting. Polite farewells later, the call finally ends.
…
It was close, Jimena realized. It was. Too. Fucking. Close. She’s not feeling her legs. The Magical Girl promises, to herself, that she’s never caring for anything else this much ever fucking again. Hands still a rock, she stows the device away inside her trusty leather bag. Yet her dismay is cut short as Ambonisye lifts her from under her shoulders like she was motherfucking Simba, the titanic negro proclaiming to the crowd that this girl just got her very own video-game approved.
And the people clap. And they clap hard. As if any excuse to celebrate was good enough.
…Yet that is so wrong! So fucking not true and so twisted. She didn’t even make the game in the first place! Her cheeks red as if two cats were to jump on them at any second, as Ambonisye, Jimena figures out the truth: this sore loser is taking revenge from being bodied ten times in a row. Motherfucker.
>>Random Event Rolls
>Stat: Dexterity
>Type: Negative
>Magnitude: 3
Her full creativity at work with ways to ruin this negro (later, of course), Jimena spots, from the corner of her eye, someone doing away with
her bag.
The bag where, amidst other things, she just left the Nintendo Switch phone right after finishing the call.
And at this point Jimena is finding it hard to even care about that.
>(up next: random event resolution!)
