Last time, you sorted your chickens out to have this war farm ready to launch a heist on the local criminal gang — the largest in the entire country. Meaning you recruited people (Clutz), planned on who to steal from (Titan T-Rex), and what to steal (an ancient scroll). Right now, you’re in the detail gathering process, asking people you know who are related to the criminal enterprise about anything that can be proved useful.

Onto your second call of the day, you’re talking to Mama Bodil. As a former gangster and member of the Titans. Her intel will be formidable! Hopefully, this will mark the end of this chain of phone calls, because you absolutely hate calling people in succession. Like, your disdain never translates to the talks themselves, but one day it might.

But not today, and not right now.

After an initial awkwardness, the call continues swimmingly…

“Hey, kid! Love to hear from you! What’s on your head?” Mama Bodil sounds like her usual composed self.

“Sorry for bothering you so early, but the thing is…” You explain the heist and the ideas behind it to Mama Bodil. “...So I was thinking if you could give us any tips or information, that’d be awesome.”

“Kid, you’re jabbering unmitigated nonsense to me. Getting those powers have melted your brain.” Mama Bodil sounds incredibly disappointed in you, your plan, and your life decisions. She has never heard something so dumb in her entire life. Vera is smiling somewhere out there in relief. Your stupidity is being prevented. “If you want to declare war on the Clan, you go head first! None of this spy flick fuckery! I’ll kick the door down with ya, if you need me.” Scratch that, Vera is having a stroke now.

“No, Mama Bodil, I think this is way cooler. Imagine their faces when we tell them about the scroll being in our hands.” You disagree with her stance.

“I can’t say I’m the one for theatrics, but I’ve never been ashamed to learn something from my kids.” Mama Bodil is changing her mind. “I’d say what you’re about to do ain’t as dangerous as the prison, but Mama is worried still. These chumps aren’t the criminals of old who prided themselves on their fighting skills, but they won’t hesitate to cut your throat. So, don’t be afraid of bailing out.”

“I will keep that in mind!” You say. “But are you implying this T-Rex guy isn’t a big deal?”

>>6236092 (OP)

“He’s like me if I ever cared about what ranking up can get you, haha!” Mama Bodil implies that he shouldn’t be underestimated. “I’m a musclehead through and through. Today’s mafia is all business-oriented. The far and between days they need someone to beat up, they remember me. But that kid is different, he’s living his dreams through the mafia.”

“What do you mean?” You wonder.

“He’s a cinephile. Zexian uses dirty cash to fund movie scripts he adores. It always makes me laugh when I think about it!” Mama Bodil laughs. “I can’t believe he deals with those headaches. I can’t deny that the movies he makes aren’t good either. I can keep talkin’, but you got some questions, don’t you?”

Yes, you do…

What do you ask?

>Ask Mama Bodil what her animal is. You know, there’s a dragon, a Tyrannosaurus rex, an orca, and a cobra. What is she?
>Ask Mama Bodil if she’s still part of the mafia, and if she knows about the future meeting you heard about.
>Ask Mama Bodil if she wants to be the backup plan in case things go awry. (Invite to the team!)
>Write In.

>>6236093

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>>6236093
>>Ask Mama Bodil what her animal is. You know, there’s a dragon, a Tyrannosaurus rex, an orca, and a cobra. What is she?
>Ask Mama Bodil if she’s still part of the mafia, and if she knows about the future meeting you heard about.

>>6236101
supporting

>>6236101
Backing

>>6236101
Supporting
Its very pertinent information

>>6236101
+1.
I wonder what animal Johnny would be?

It’s been a long time coming, the truth is about to be revealed! What Titan Animal is Mama Bodil supposed to be?!

“Yeah, it’s something that has been bugging me for a while, there’s a dragon, a tyrannosaurus rex, an orca, and a cobra among the Titans. What animal are you, Mama Bodil?” You need to know!

“Is that really what’s messing with your head?! You’re too relaxed about your hit, son!” Mama Bodil is amused by your question. “As for my nickname, I was Bulldozer Bodil before I got promoted. I had a tendency of demolishing buildings in my scraps.”

“But a Bulldozer isn’t an animal…” You’re a little bit disappointed. Cookie not being a cookie level of letdown.

“It has the word Bull, doesn’t it?” Mama Bodil argues.

“It doesn’t make it an animal. I bet you don’t have it tattooed on your back.” You argue. “And if you were a bull, you’d be technically a cow, right?”

“...Did you just call me a cow, kid?” Mama Bodil lowers her voice.

“I-I’m stating the facts, nothing else, Mama Bodil. I just said you can’t be a bull.” you say apologetically despite not actually apologizing. “A-And am I wrong? What’s on your back? You have a tattoo, right?”

“I do. I thought it was required but they don’t bother with that stuff any more, I feel like I got duped into it. Take a guess, let’s see if you know your Mama well.” Mama Bodil teases.

“A lioness!” You’d say cougar, but she’d get offended.

“Cool idea, kid. Should’ve talked to you back then.” Mama Bodil laughs. “It’s a Hyena. Love those vile critters, they’re as cursed as Mama.”

“Hyena Bodil?” You don’t like the sound of that.

“No, Johnny. Not. Don’t.” Bodil hates the sound of it. “Mama is what I love. I have more flowers covering my back than the lil’ freak.”

“Alright. You know, Mama Bodil, I just realized you haven’t stopped me from doing my plan. Are you still part of the mafia? If so, you know about the meeting they’ve planned?” You ask.

“As far as I can tell, they haven’t kicked me out. But I couldn’t care less about what Youhao is planning. That’s the big boss. My boys at the top were all purged from the organization. Youhao thought he could buy me over with titles and pay, but that ain’t my style. Brother didn’t bother to help me out of jail. I keep the gig to make a living. Bet Dragon said something similar.” Mama Bodil will back whoever she thinks it’s worthy. “Moreover, I’m still upset about the name change, it’s a damn travesty if you ask me.”

“Cool! So you know about the meeting then.” You say.

“Before I got home, they slipped an invitation out of courtesy. They don’t like us ‘brutes’ around. It’s another party to get more support. Youhao has every important criminal syndicate under his control, and he’s planning something huge.” Mama Bodil explains.

>>6236203


“I guess if you knew what he’s planning, you’d tell me.” You assume.

“Naturally, a Mama sacrifices everything for her cute kids!” Mama Bodil laughs. “If you have a plan, spit it out.”

Mama Bodil will do anything to help you out…

What do you do?

>Thank Mama Bodil for her help, and move to the next step of stealing the Scroll…
>Ask Mama Bodil what she thinks is the best way to stop the mafia in its entirety.
>Ask Mama Bodil what she’s planning to do after the mafia dissolves. Maybe offer her a job?
>Write In.

>>6236206
>Ask Mama Bodil what she thinks is the best way to stop the mafia in its entirety.
>"I'd bet you and my secretary Irma would make great gym friends."
Not gonna lie, hyenas are cute, in the way pugs and bulldogs are, like, non-traditionally cute. So it definitely fits Mama Bodil to a T.

>>6236203
https://youtu.be/kIaqZh_gGz4
Mama Bodil right now. Also hyenas are fucking dope.
>>6236206
>Ask Mama Bodil what she thinks is the best way to stop the mafia in its entirety.

>>6236206
>>Ask Mama Bodil what she thinks is the best way to stop the mafia in its entirety.
>>Ask Mama Bodil what she’s planning to do after the mafia dissolves. Maybe offer her a job?

>>6236226
This

You actually don’t have a concrete plan, taunting them is as far as your idea goes, maybe Mama Bodil can tip you off in the right direction.

“I don’t wanna say it, but as far as concrete plans go, mine is flimsy at best. If anything, I thought by sneaking there, I’d get some answers as to what to do next.” You’re unprepared because this is the mission to prepare.

“Makes sense, kid. There’s one caveat, Mama is here. You think ‘cause I saved your skin back there, and you saved mine now that we’re even? Hell no. That isn’t how it works. We have each other’s backs for the rest of time. Don’t even think for a second I’m not gonna do everything these fists can do to help you.” Mama Bodil believes you all have an unbreakable bond. “You’re consulting me at the right time, so I’m gonna forgive you for being all shy about asking.”

“Sorry, and thank you! I didn’t want to bother you.” Sometimes it’s difficult for you to believe the kindness of this great woman!

“Kids can always bother their Mama.” Mama Bodil chuckles.

“Then, what do you think is the best way to stop the mafia?” You go straight for the jugular.

“The clan has grown thanks to one man’s ambition and one man’s only. All crime syndicates were content doing their business on their own, but he pulled them into one tide for whatever reason. The only one with the vision is Patriarch Gianluigi Youhao. If you want to stop the clan, you go for the head.” Mama Bodil can put things into simpler terms. “You won’t stop organized crime, but you’ll weaken it to be manageable.”

“And how can I do that?” You wonder. “Don’t ask me to kill again.”

“Hahaha! That’d be easier! But I know it’s not your style, kid.” Mama Bodil knows you well. “This won’t be a walk in the park, this is no matter of finding evidence and throwing it at the police. Business has gone so legit, lines have been too blurred under the guise of the law. Finding dirt through his operations is a fool’s endeavor. And don’t get me started on the police and the clan being tight!”

“Why not? Isn’t the N.U. in charge? This is the best time to act.” You feel lucky, even though you haven’t heard the idea yet.

“I wouldn’t count on it… Long story short, N.U. is compromised when it comes to Youhao, he has a bigger shield than what we are led to think.” Mama Bodil shoots down the idea.

“But I believe in Judith and she’s the police commissioner or something.” You don’t believe in the law, but the people running it! It’s an odd feeling...

>>6236353

“She ain’t the one leading the organization, kid. It’s just reality. And I haven’t even told you what the plan is!” Mama Bodil doesn’t want to sound condescending. “Since you’re crafty, Johnny, find his old hit list. He was a prolific assassin back in the day, and he aimed his scope at the wrong people apparently. Or gave an order he shouldn’t have. I’m not entirely sure what it is, but this will bring his downfall.”

“How is this different from finding evidence of his crimes…?” You raise an eyebrow.

“There’s evidence for crimes, and there’s evidence for high treason.” Mama Bodil has this all planned out…? “And you ain’t handing it to the police. You’re leaking it through the press.”

“Does this record really exist?” You ask. “And how do you know?”

“Lil’ Vera’s grandaunt came to visit me in jail, and wanted me to cooperate with her. Had no clue who she was so I told her to bugger off. She told me as much as I told ya…” Mama Bodil had a high-level encounter she didn’t understand! “Well, I parsed through what she said and came to my conclusions. That grandma was cryptic as hell. Maybe I’m wrong, but I like the odds.”

“Sounds scary…” You say even if your Courage believes it isn’t a big deal. “Do you think the scroll I’m looking for is the evidence?”

“I doubt it, kid. Sorry. That thing was more of an amulet he liked to parade around than sensitive information you don’t want anyone to find out.” Mama Bodil shuts it down. Guess it couldn’t be that easy.

“Alright. Um, Mama Bodil, what are you going to do after I dissolve the mafia? Would you like to work for me? I'd bet you and my secretary Irma would make great gym friends!”

“Work for ya doing what?” Mama Bodil is confused.

You explain the fact that you have a newly founded Idol Agency.

“A record label? Interesting. Security or construction work seem to be my sure paths, so I’ll mull it over.” Mama Bodil is a little insecure about working under her kid! “And I could use a gym partner… All the boys from my family are not good fits.”

“Option is always open!” You smile. “I’ll call you if I need anything!”

“Keep Mama informed, Kid. I’ll be cheering you on unless you want me to crack some skulls. See ya!” Bulldozer Bodil wants to cause some mayhem…

You can’t say Mama Bodil’s plan is what you were looking for. The N.U. being in cahoots with Youhao is something you weren’t expecting, but you’re not entirely sure if it is true either. Not that Mama is lying, but she could be wrong — she had a lot of intel, but you can tell the details were refined.

What’s next?

>Call someone else. (Write-In.)
>Invite Back Up to the mission. (Write-In.)
>Begin the Mission.
>Write In.

(Last Reply of the Day, we continue tomorrow!)

>>6236355
>>Begin the Mission.

>>6236355
>>Invite Back Up to the mission. (Write-In.)
Cheese on Wheels

>>6236372
I can get behind this

>>6236372
Backing this

>>6236361
+1
For the love of god don’t pull Vera into this

>>6236361
+1

Before starting the mission, there’s someone else you want to invite…

An hour later, all members for this operation are congregated inside your trusty van. Your getaway vehicle will serve this role once again. If you’re curious, Vortexia has the most underrated power one can hold: she knows how to drive. It's near 8:00 AM, the gang meeting will be in a couple of hours. You’re parked at the closest Jackey Frosties to the Titan’s home. Here, your group of 4 is preparing the little details…

“Why did you ask me to come over when I was on my way to school?!!!” The recently integrated Vera is very pissed! At least she is happy that the van is wheelchair accessible. “You could’ve told me earlier!!!”

“Earlier, I had no idea that I’d need you, though.” You point out.

“How can you not?! You always need me.” Vera corrects you. “I’m indispensable!”

“Actually, you’re here as back-up. If we need anything, we’ll tell you.” You say.

“...You brought me here only to watch? I skipped classes for this?!” Vera is pissed.

“Wait, you didn’t tell everyone that I will be busy? Vera, that was the whole point of the call from earlier!” You sigh.

“H-How was I supposed to do that and be here too...?” Vera is very confused.

“Silly Vera, you should’ve arrived at school then come here. But I forgive you.” You pat her head.

“Wha-? You! Agh!!!” Vera contains her frustrations somehow.

“As long as you protect Clutz, we’ll be good.” You don’t want to leave your star without protection.

“You treat everyone like this, huh?” Vortexia doesn’t mind her treatment anymore, she feels less special, sadly.

“Who is this?! She clearly looks evil!” Vera doesn’t know where this clumsy idol came from.

“Codename is Clutz. Stage name, Vortexia. Nice to meet you.” Clutz is very understated in her presentation, probably because she hates her codename. They shake hands.

“She’s our navigator for the day. She works for Johnny. Idol stuff.” Crossbill explains.

“Ihohoho~! He works for me! He’s one of my biggest fans, even though he was dishonorably discharged as my fan group’s representative…” Clutz goes full Vortexia.

“Bwu-what? What idol stuff? I have a vague feeling I heard about it…” Vera tries to remember, but not all details of the hours of backstory can stick with you.

You explain all the crucial Idol Agency stuff you’ve been working on! Your pride and joy: Hobosound.

“You actually went forward with it?!!! Hold on… I feel like I’m having a headache…” Vera wants to puke. She’s about to die from long exposure to stupidity.

“Here, some water.” Vortexia has her first-aid kit ready.

>>6236818


“You’re not so bad, girl…” Vera admits as she rests on the idol’s lap. She sees a little of Liu in Clutz’s eyes, you’re sure. You pat the exasperated girl’s head to ease her pain. It works.

“Charming people into becoming my fans is easy, it comes with the territory.” Clutz is proud of her skills. “You should join my fan club, I bet it’ll help you de-stress.”

“No, you should join his. It’s open to everyone who has unwavering dedication to Johnny.” Vera pulls a pamphlet out of her pocket.

“I’m interested in being more than a fan...” Clutz pulls the pamphlet away.

“We have expert courses on how to approach Johnny.” Vera points out.

“Don’t seem to be working, girl.” Crossbill pokes Vera’s face. “I’d ask for my money back.”

“Enough!!! I’m not the one teaching the ‘Getting Used to Nonsense’ course!” Vera admits she’s not perfect. “What are we doing here, by the way?”

“Pranking the mafia.” Crossbill reveals. You already told Vera, but didn’t explain further.

“Oh yeah. Why?!” Vera gets angry again. “And why didn’t you stop this?! Shouldn’t you know better?! Aren’t you like a politician?!”

“Why would I stop my own idea?” Crossbill wanted a heist and got one!

“Y-You… You’re a bad influence! I should’ve seen this one coming, we literally took you out of jail.” Vera is losing her mind. “Am I stupid…?”

“That’s alright, sweetie. You’re not. Helping me out is always the best idea, no matter what the situation is.” Crossbill also pats Vera’s head. “I owe you a great deal for busting me out of there. If you can’t handle this, we’ll deal with it ourselves. So don’t push yourself too hard.”

“No, I have to do everything in my power to ensure Johnny’s safety…” Vera’s determination is unmatched. “I just… I just need a moment…” And like that, Vera fell asleep.

“She’s oddly adorable.” Vortexia appreciates the rat.

“All types of adorable if you ask me.” You smile.

“Let her rest, it’s not like we’re going out right away.” Crossbill shrugs. You and Clutz nod. “We have to identify where our treasure is. This is what I think we need to do…”

You didn’t even have the chance to reveal Vera’s codename to Vortexia…

What do you do?

>Disguise time! You’ll pretend you’re part of the cooking staff and check the places that you’re guessing the treasure might be. Crossbill has an in with the cooking staff, she’ll explain why later.
>Pretend you’re part of Mama Bodil’s entourage and check the places that you’re guessing the treasure might be.
>Sneak in Classic Invisible style. It’ll take more out of you and might be more boring, but it’s safer.
>Write In.

>>6236819
>>Disguise time! You’ll pretend you’re part of the cooking staff and check the places that you’re guessing the treasure might be. Crossbill has an in with the cooking staff, she’ll explain why later.
Mission time!

>>6236819
>>Disguise time! You’ll pretend you’re part of the cooking staff and check the places that you’re guessing the treasure might be. Crossbill has an in with the cooking staff, she’ll explain why later.
Steal the fish, too, so we can share it with our friends later.

>>6236819
>Disguise time! You’ll pretend you’re part of the cooking staff and check the places that you’re guessing the treasure might be. Crossbill has an in with the cooking staff, she’ll explain why later.
Invis is technically better but this will let us actually interact with them

Crossbill lays out the plan. You’ll infiltrate as part of the Cooking Staff. The gist of it is that you have a spot secured through one of the important guests (an ally of hers), you’ll act as his personal chef who keeps his allergies in check. You have the skills to pull the charade in case your competency is in question. You’ll have to find a window of time to scout the interior. Two spots on the map seem likely to be the ones where the scroll is being held.

Once you determine where the scroll is being held, Crossbill will look out for potential traps in the area to smooth things over for later. She’ll be outside. Don’t be afraid of relying on Crossbill in case you need anything!

You have been provided a chef costume. It’s far from Johnnini tier, which disappoints you.

First, you’ll meet with your ally: Ryom Ji-Haw. He’s the owner of a couple of diners loosely affiliated with the mafia, but his true claim to fame is his ownership of the most popular online gambling app in the country. He’s a big foodie and a competent fighter. He’s helping out because he doesn’t want his business under the Youhao’s umbrella, but can’t refuse without being offed.

“That’s what she said about me? She always puts me in the best light…” Ryom sarcastically says. He’s not an impressive figure, he’s kinda too chill for his own good. You’re standing a couple of streets away from your destination. Like literally, you’re not in a car or anything. “She could’ve told you how we met! I’m not a full-time scumbag!” Oh, he has a tiny outburst!

“That’s not really relevant, isn’t it?” You’d love to know, but there’s no time, probably.

“Guess you’re right... You don’t want to have reasons to trust the guy you need to trust…” Ryom sighs. “We got time to kill. I told ‘em I’d arrive in 20 minutes.”

“Then tell me, I guess.” You won’t please.

“You’re hurting me here with your indifference… A bullet through the heart…” Ryom takes it humorously. “We both were against overfishing in my area and met in a protest. Couldn’t let the fishies disappear, else, I’ll lose the best cuisine there is. These companies don’t know when to stop. From there, our friendship blossomed when we achieved our objective hand in hand. Beautiful, isn’t it?”

“That’s barely a story...” You feel like if he says more, he’ll look in a bad light.

“Is your story much better? Hmm? Can I hear it?” Ryom is interested.

“I'd rather hear the specifics of the deed. Crossbill said you’ll brief me.” You sound a little apologetic.

>>6236903
“Ah, yeah, almost forgot.” Ryom sounds a little disappointed. “You’re posing as my chef. I’m quite the picky eater, so I pretend to have allergies so I don't have to eat the trash they serve. I have an annoying palate, almost worse than my personality. But I’m willing to give up a nice dinner for ya two. Here’s the catch: the cook is quite picky with his staff. You’ll have to impress him if you want to be let in there. Crossbill said you have the skills, so I wouldn’t worry all that much. Just play along. If he ends up kickin’ you out, you still have a window of opportunity to check whatever you need to check, right?”

“I suppose so.” You nod.

“Can’t help with any of that, you two are on your own. I’d be talkin’ with the head of security. If somehow I’m around, don’t depend on me too much. Shit is stressful as is, my funky soul brother.” Ryom is honest.

“Don’t worry. We can handle it on our own.” You nod. “Thanks for helping, by the way.”

“Gah, you’re really a kid, aren’t you? Guess I’ll have to be more dependable if your neck is at stake…” Ryom doesn’t like the responsibility, but he’s willing to take it. “Any questions before we dive in?”

Nothing relevant to the mission comes to your mind, but...

What do you do?

>“Let’s dive in.” You’re ready to face this dumb chef.
>“Yup, I have a plan under my sleeve…” You’ll pretend you need to rush to the bathroom.
>“Are we really walking over there? Don’t you have a cool car with tempered glass?” You’re starting to think this guy isn’t important at all.
>“Are you really that important to be a guest of honor?” You’re having doubts. Maybe they’re killing this guy off or something.
>Write In.

(Last Reply of the Day, we continue tomorrow!)

>>6236904
>>“Let’s dive in.” You’re ready to face this dumb chef.

>>6236904
>“Are you really that important to be a guest of honor?” You’re having doubts. Maybe they’re killing this guy off or something.

>>6236904
>>“Are you really that important to be a guest of honor?” You’re having doubts. Maybe they’re killing this guy off or something.

>>6236904
>>Write In.
"So, what's the theme of this dinner?"
we need to start formulating possible dishes to wow with

Something has been bugging you since you started talking to this guy…

“Are you really that important to be a guest of honor?” You don’t want to be mean, but…

“You’re asking ‘cause we don’t have a ride, right…?” Ryom scratches his ear…

“And other clues, yeah.” You’re not going to say that he looks like a random street thug…

“You think they’d allow me to bring my personal chef if I wasn’t a big deal? Believe me, these old heads have no idea how computers work, developing an app is magic to ‘em.” Ryom shrugs.

“That’s precisely what I’m worried about. Isn’t this a set-up?” You say.

“You got an active imagination, don’t you?” Ryom doesn’t take you seriously. “If I fall down, remember me as the guy who made you parade around in a chef costume.”

“Speaking of, what’s the theme of this dinner?” You wonder.

“It’s seafood. I couldn’t have pulled the allergy card otherwise.” Ryom chuckles. “Don’t want a blowfish to blow up my face.”

“Right. Now I’m mentally prepared to know what to cook.” You adjust your glasses.

“Music to my ears. Ready to go?” Ryom wonders.

“I am.” You smirk.

Ryom gives you a thumbs up, and tells you to follow his lead… Which means walking. You walk over there.

Stone walls and a large gate impede your passage into the building. With one swift call through the telecom, the gate entrance opens, and you’re let in without much of a hitch. Only a quick search for any weapons was done by a standard guard. It’s a building styled from centuries ago, a classical style that is more common in old historical RPGs than modern times, you can see medieval battles happening through the halls and stone pathways. Perhaps a little too pristine, an indication that it wasn’t built all that long ago.

A woman in a dark suit and sunglasses approaches “your boss” and they have a quick exchange of words. She’s the head of security he spoke of. With a glance, she tells one of her men to lead you to the kitchen. Ryom gives one cheeky smirk and a wave before your departure. You’re on your own.

If they ask, Ryom doesn’t like garlic, ginger, or honey. It’s not true, but it’s to show that you know something about him that he will corroborate. If you want to help him out for dinner, just ditch anything you don’t like the taste of and find a reason to take it away. Scratch that, you don’t care.

>>6237385

Agent Clutz has been telling you where you are at all times, even pointing out one of the two places where the scroll could be. So, you keep a mental note. The layout is simple enough.

At the kitchen at last, it’s considerably big — dinners like these must be common in the place. What strikes your fancy here is that… the chef is working alone. He’s of muscular complexion with a smile blinding of confidence, he’s quick to extend his hand after cleaning it with a towel.

“Name is Haytham. It’s a pleasure to meet you, buddy!” The man’s smile could blind you if you didn’t have superpowers. “I’ve been busy prepping all morning, so it’s nice to see another face.”

“I’m Phil.” You shake hands. “So you’re the chef I’ve been hearing about?”

“That’s right. Please, take no offense to my request. I usually work alone, but it’s not the reason that today I’m picky with who I work with. A colleague asked me to cover for her and instructed me to be careful who I let around the kitchen. You know why.” Haytham doesn’t want anyone to be poisoned in this mafia meeting…

“That I do. What’s the test?” You ask.

“Simple. Cook something that brings joy. A real chef knows his way around the kitchen.” Haytham crosses his arms. “Go wild.”

This sounds like an excuse to see you work. Knowing that you’re a good chef is proof enough that you aren’t a scoundrel here to spy.

What do you do?

>Purposefully do the cooking wrong and be kicked out of here. Then you’ll sneak in.
>Ask Haytham to invite someone to be a caterer. You don’t want to waste the meal on only one guy.
>Think about one of the girls, and make their favorite dessert…
>Cook the same fish meal you did for Chio.
>Write In.

>>6237386
>>Ask Haytham to invite someone to be a caterer. You don’t want to waste the meal on only one guy.

>>6237386
>Think about one of the girls, and make their favorite dessert…
Lonely Lady Heartbreaker. No need to go straight for the sex cake.

>>6237386
>Think about one of the girls, and make their favorite dessert…
Lonely Lady Heartbreaker. No need to go straight for the sex cake.

>>6237397
>>6237402
thirding

Kitchen is stacked, you have everything you need. With that in mind, you better play your best hits! You’ll go for the one that melted a certain stoic woman’s heart. You haven’t thought of her in a while, but it’s time for Yareli’s favorite: the Lonely Lady Heartbreaker. It’s perfect because Kobashi’s original is far less taxing than the later versions, and you gotta keep your energy for the rest of the mission!

You prepare the petite cake to the best of your abilities! Once it’s done, you serve Haytham a slice.

“Look at this beauty glow. I didn’t expect you to be a pastry chef, Noon.” Haytham can tell you’re an expert.

“It’s one of the dishes I’m more proud of.” You shrug.

“You’re a pretty considerate man baking a dessert of this quality for a stranger like myself!” Haytham is glad he had to be harsh now. “Thanks for the treat!” Haytham grabs one bite. He has an expression of bliss. “This is unbelievable! What texture, softness, and the rush through the soul? I salute you, Noon! You're a once in a century talent!”

“Thanks! Uhm, that’s it? Just one bite?” You’re glad you passed, but this feels like a waste.

“I’d chuck the rest inside my mouth, but I have a meal to prepare, haha! I gotta cater my own work.” Haythem laughs it off. “Speaking of, you’re free to look around. Make sure everything is according to your boss’ tastes.”

“I will, it’s just a quick survey.” You scratch the back of your head.

“I can see it in your eyes, and I feel the same. You can take the cake with you, it’d be a shame if we wasted it.” Haytham quickly puts it all inside a box. It’s like he’s used to packing things for clients to take home! “And quick you say? If you have the time, would you share the recipe with me? I have a friend back home who’d be thrilled to — how does she put it? — add this little child into her family. It’s not as ominous as it sounds. I can’t let the chance pass for myself either.”

Congratulations, your hard work paid off! You never thought your culinary abilities would serve you this much, but between the cooking duel and this mission. Cooking might be your strongest ability after Invisibility.

Are you done here?

What do you do?

>Make the effort to do your task! All the food looks glorious here, so it won’t change anything. But gotta keep the charade!
>“I can teach you right now, if you want. You’ll have to teach me something back though.” Kobashi would’ve liked to see his influence spread.
>“Do you know anyone here who’d be thrilled to eat the cake?” You can’t carry this with you.
>Excuse yourself to the bathroom. You’ll go inspect one of the two tentative rooms during your trip.
>Write In.

>>6237474
>>Excuse yourself to the bathroom. You’ll go inspect one of the two tentative rooms during your trip.

>>6237474
>“I can teach you right now, if you want. You’ll have to teach me something back though.” Kobashi would’ve liked to see his influence spread.
>“Do you know anyone here who’d be thrilled to eat the cake?” You can’t carry this with you.

>>6237477
Supporting

>>6237474
>“I can teach you right now, if you want. You’ll have to teach me something back though.” Kobashi would’ve liked to see his influence spread.
>“Do you know anyone here who’d be thrilled to eat the cake?” You can’t carry this with you.
Hope we'll see Yareli again someday. It'd be good to see her and her bike.

You can’t act out of place, so you’ll play along — it helps that this guy seems like a nice dude. And if Kobashi was willing to teach you his best recipe, there’s no reason to keep it to yourself.

“I can teach you right now, if you want.” You can be nice to strangers! “You’ll have to teach me something back, though.”

“Fair is fair. I’ll be first. I take this to be some sort of family recipe, since I’ve never tasted a cake like this before. So, I’ll return your kindness with one of my best dishes. I don’t have a fancy background, but I bet this will leave an impression.” Haytham nods.

Haytham cooks and teaches you The Demonic Beef Bowl with Fried Shrimp. A formidable dish that leaves you wanting more!

“Woah, this is good.” You don’t think you have tasted something this good since Claudia’s cookies. It doesn’t sound very impressive since it happened yesterday, but if it didn’t happen, it’d be mind-blowing! In a way, you feel like your fast version of the Lonely Lady’s Heart Melter is as good as this Beef Bowl. “Why is this called demonic? It’s anything but...”

“Ha! Ha! Ha! You’re welcome. It’s due to the fact that shrimp and beef shouldn’t be combined like this. Critics disliked it for its flavor mixing, but it became a city staple nonetheless.” Haytham explains. It’s a pretty simple dish, all things considered. “The oddities I explained are what made this bowl so controversial.”

“Yeah, I guess I get it.” You don’t think there’s anything weird about combining proteins, but what do you know? “It’s pretty good, that’s all that matters.”

“But here’s the kick. Doesn’t it feel like your tiredness has washed away?” Haytham grins.

“Now that you mention it. No.” You shake your head rapidly.

“Ha! Ha! Ha! I-I s-suppose you’re well-rested. But believe this: In sickness, one bite will cure you!” Haytham assures. Are food dishes outside of this city secret spells or something? “Just the regular illnesses like a cold. Don’t expect it to cure lung cancer…” There’s a sad story in here that you won’t pry on.

“Sounds miraculous.” You believe it. “Mine makes lonely ladies willing to confess their feelings. Also, happy, but that’s a given.”

“Indeed, with a taste like that, I can hardly imagine someone not revealing a smile.” Haytham agrees. “Still, I’m a little skeptical...”

“You said a beef bowl cures a cold, give me a break.” You frown. Why is yours stupid?! His is even dumber! “Whatever, you’ll see it for yourself. Here’s how the Lonely Lady’s Heart Melter is done…”

>>6237559

You explain the recipe instead of baking it again. You don’t need more extra tiramisu lying around.

“I got the gist. Your work is still fresh on my mind.” Haytham wants to try it. “Thank you, this will help me on my culinary journey.”

“No problem, but…” You look at the box with the leftovers. “Do you know anyone here who’d be thrilled to eat the cake? I can’t take it with me.” You can’t carry this on a spy mission.

“You said it is specially effective with lonely ladies…” Haytham is thinking it over, he wants to see this in action. “It’s either the head of security, or the colleague I’m replacing. She’s resting upstairs as she got a cold but insisted on coming. I’m here improving my skills under her tutelage, but ended up as the main chef for the day because of this.”

This is a very interesting problem… You have a sick woman, a Demonic Beef Bowl that cures illness, and a Cake that makes girls happy…

Hmm…

What do you do?

>Throw it all in the garbage.
>Feed the Cake to the head of security. It’ll make your plan easier.
>Feed the Cake and the Beef Bowl to Haytham’s teacher. It’ll help him out.
>Fuck it. You’re taking everything and giving it to Vera. She didn’t look well before you left the van.
>Write In.

(Last Reply of the Day, we continue when we can! Most likely tomorrow!)

>>6237561
>>Feed the Cake and the Beef Bowl to Haytham’s teacher. It’ll help him out.

>>6237561
>>Feed the Cake and the Beef Bowl to Haytham’s teacher. It’ll help him out.
And we'd have a reason to wander about upstairs too!

>>6237561
>Feed the Cake and the Beef Bowl to Haytham’s teacher. It’ll help him out.

You don’t mind helping Haytham out, even though it looks like he can do this all alone, you can tell he rather have his mentor hanging around.

“Let’s bring the Beef Bowl and the Cake to your teach. She’ll be healthy and happy.” You can use this to check on the second floor.

“Let’s. Preparations are done. Things might get interesting if neither of us is lying about our food.” Haytham grins. This feels like the round to break the tie. “It’s this way!” He leads the charge!

With your own food in hand, you walk over to the right section of the house, one of the two possible places where the Scroll might be stored (Clutz indicates as much.) The room leading to the stairs has nothing memorable aside from random movie posters on the walls. Even though your trip there wasn’t memorable, security seems to trust Haytham a lot. Everything important is on the second floor!

On your way there, Clutz expressed her concerns about giving people some of the cake. Vera and Crossbill don’t fully understand why this is a problem — except for the part about wasting your time baking it (Vera’s complaint.)

The place looks promising. The door leading to the upper floor has a special sort of lock with a number panel. It’s like a super security prison, even though you didn’t see something similar from the actual super security prison you went to. Haytham just opens it without even bothering to input a password.

You’re wrong, it’s not promising at all. It’s a guest room with a balcony with nothing special on the surface, but there are signs that this place used to be a storage room, like boxes lying around and marks on the floor from furniture that isn’t here anymore. All that’s left is a couple of beds that scream dingy motel. If there was something important, it was moved from here...

Unless you don’t take into account the ominous locked closet with chains and everything… Straight out of a horror movie. You keep comparing things to horror movies, you need to expand your horizons, or your mind will always drift back to the Koggig.

You approach the bed with the woman resting… Despite the notable fever, she looks quite serious and dignified. You’d say she’s in her late 20s - early 30s, but you can’t say for sure.

“Gerges, let me do my job...” The woman is annoyed but suffering. This must be Haytham’s last name.

“This is the head chef Kushi. Miss, this is chef Noon, the one they sent to cater the food for allergies.” Haytham explains.

“Nice to meet you.” You wave. The woman is too unwell to acknowledge you properly.

“And like I said before, I’ll allow you to get back into the kitchen, if you eat this Beef Bowl.” Haytham smiles.

“And this dessert. It’ll cheer you up!” You add.

>>6238082

“You two wasted valuable ingredients on these?” Head Chef Kushi is having none of it.

“Correction, we invested these valuable ingredients in you.” Haytham gets a little cheeky.

“Besides, these are leftovers from the challenge you told Haytham to make me do.” You add. By the looks of her, she won’t be harsh with you.

“Still stuck on the idea about this bowl having healing properties? I laugh now, and I’ll laugh again at this silly pretense.” The Head Chef doesn’t buy it. Common sense agrees with her, but you know everything is possible inside the kitchen!

“Well, I’m sure my cake will make you happy regardless.” You say.

“Bakery is the lowest form of cooking. I’m not a simpleton who gets swayed by its simplicity, both in flavor and form.” Kushi looks down on you!

“Sorry, she’s not disrespectful when she’s well. It pains me to see her this way, she’s quite calm and collected.” Haytham apologizes. “But it’s natural that someone gets this grumpy with an empty stomach!”

“Eat it, and we won’t bother you anymore. I promise.” You believe in the Beef Bowl.

“Hmph, you better keep your word, or I’ll make sure you’re exiled from this building.” The Head Chef yanks the Beef Bowl out of Haytham’s hands…

Ms. Kushi eats the bowl like a dignified lady. Even in sickness, she keeps her stature! The anger and the fever are dispelled from her face as she ups her eating pace…

“How is it?” Haytham notices his magic meal works.

“These 2 flavors don’t mesh well, otherwise, it’s edible.” Head Chef Kushi does a serious review after emptying out the bowl.

“Ha! Ha! Ha! I figured!” Haytham doesn’t mind the critique. The real review is that it’s empty.

“Now, for a palate cleanser...” You open the tiny box to reveal the cake’s leftovers.

“Apologies for my attitude, young chef. But I have to decline.” Head Chef Kushi wants to return to duty.

“I know your preferences lie elsewhere, Chef, but you gotta eat both.” Haytham wants to see if the legend is real. It appears she hates sweets.

“Please.” You use your puppy dog eyes.

“As an apology for my inconsiderate behavior, I’ll eat one bite.” She wasn’t swayed by your stupid face.

Head Chef Kushi takes said one bite… then two… then three… then she munches it all vigorously and noisily!

“H-Head chef…?” Haytham is flabbergasted.

>>6238083

“Chef Haytham. You’re correct. I’m in no condition to assist you.” This girl is acting like nothing weird just happened. She checks her clock. “I advise you to hurry back to the kitchen. Leave Chef Noon here, I’d like to discuss the details of this dessert with him.”

“But, what’s your take on the ca—?” Haytham wants details, but...

“I told you to hurry!!!” Head Chef Kushi shouts.

“...It is as you say.” Haytham can barely contain his shock! He glances over you with a mix of astonishment and horror in his eyes. “This dessert is dangerous…”

“I-I shout now, and I’ll shout again until you leave!” Head Chef Kushi wants him to leave no matter what.

“...I’ll trust her to you. I believe in you, Chef.” Haytham pats you on the shoulder, and hurries up out of the room.

You’re left alone with the sickly head chef… her face shades redder and it’s not out of fever...

“Esteemed Chef Noon… May I ask you an inappropriate question?” Head Chef Kushi tries to maintain an air of professionalism above all. You have your doubts that this question will have anything to do with cuisine...

“Yes?” You won’t get nervous. Your Courage is damn high!

“Is it foolish for me to feel there’s mutual attraction between us…?” Head Chef Kushi is over the moon for you...

Mission is being derailed. You need to steer the course. Support is giving you a lot of advice, they don’t like where this is going!

Sadly, this is all we have for this thread! Thanks for playing and see you next time!

>>6238084
Thanks for running!