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5/8/2025, 3:27:22 AM
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.
“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.
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