>>12517510I just took the old Counter route and called it a day.
Mantine turned around, and smiled, pleased to see that we had accepted his invitation. I didn't find the time to write back to him, "Ah, Wobbunoir! I thought we would meet up here!...I just hoped it would be under better circumstances. I assume the fellow in the ice ball is your acquaintance?"
I tapped the glass a few times, but I didn't get his attention. Turns out he can't hear shit pass that lass.
"Mantine, hello, and....uh, yeah, that's him. That's Quagson, sorry, I should have told you about him earlier."
Mantine flapped one of his wings, "Bahh save it! No need. Now, about what's going on outside of this table, pretty gruesome isn't it? Poor Slakoth, we're in the middle of the ocean, how's the police supposed to arrive and solve the crime if we're practically stranded?"
I tipped my hat, "That's why there's me. I have nothing else to do on this ship, so why not?"
Mantine took a peek out from under the table, only to just barely dodge a knife flying at him, "Yes, well...I don't think any of the guys out there agree with you."
A) Leave the theater; head to the shit deck.
B) Leave the theater; head to the ballroom.
C) Leave the theater; head to the room.
