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>Go home
Options, options, options. They're almost too enticing, all of them. What's in the meals at the dining hall? What nefarious games are they playing at the rec room? What <span class="mu-i">are</span> they observing at the observatory? And... does any of it actually help you? Not only are you here to explode Headspace, but you've just learned that a vile emissary of the so-called "Hero-Queen" lurks within these borders!
"Uh, Lottie?" Gil's hands are in his pockets. "...Who's the Hero-Queen? Have we heard of a...?"
True, you haven't heard her by that name before. But it only makes sense. Who's been striking deals with Headspace? And who is a false pretender to royalty? Your nemesis above nemesises. Above Horse Face, even. "It's Jean Ramsey."
"...Who?"
"Gil!" You huff. "She stole my crown! She was in the— the spooky mask, and cloak, and things! You know this!"
"Oh! Sorry. Sorry. I-I— yeah. Um, you meet a lot of people. And I-I-I'm not fantastic at— at remembering all the—"
"You better remember her, because she's— we're going to murder her, okay? After this. I'm going to chop off her head, and you can, I don't know, hold her down for me. We'll figure it out. But for now, we gotta— her <span class="mu-i">envoy</span> is here!" How does she even have an envoy? Why don't you have an envoy? Is Gil your envoy?
"Okay?"
"So we gotta..." You gesture aimlessly. "...I don't know, beat him up, or... I just feel like we should do something. And Fred said that they're going to be in Casey's penthouse in a little while, so—"
"So we <span class="mu-i">are</span> breaking in to Casey Kemper's place? We're really— wait, he'll remember us! Wait, he— no he won't! Shit! You're you, and I'm— I-I-I wasn't me. He doesn't know who the <span class="mu-i">fuck</span> I am. I-I— can we get in there? I-Is that even possible? Won't there be a guard, and a keypad, and... but... there has to be a..."
Gil's leg is bouncing violently. You tilt your head. "Are you trying to talk yourself out of it, or into it?"
"Neither? I-I-I just— I—"
"Do you want a souvenir from Casey's penthouse?"
The bouncing stops. Gil rubs his nose. "I-I don't want to make a big mess, or... sorry. Forget it."
"It's fine. Um, I don't care as much about him as you do, but he did seem like a weirdo. And he's cutting deals with <span class="mu-i">Jean Ramsey,</span> so it's completely okay to steal from him. I just don't know if we'll be able to, since getting busted now would completely—"
"No, I-I-I-I understand. Forget it."
"I didn't say we wouldn't be able to, Gilbert. Shut up. I think we should go back to <span class="mu-i">my</span> awesome penthouse, see the floorplan, and then we can decide whether it makes sense to break in. Okay? And that's where we're already going, so— there."
"Oh," Gil says. "That's good. I-I was a little worried we were just walking."
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