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"So what are we going to do now?" you mutter a while. It subsided a little, but it's still so hard to think with this double headache, another pulse beating on your brain like a mad heartbeat. Everything's happening, everywhere, all at once. "This is absolutely fucking impossible to clean up."

The strained expression on Garcian's face gets darker. You feel a flash of emotions: despair, horror, disgust, regret for ever emerging from the egg, and then, with uttermost seriousness and perfect clarity, <I don't want to do this, but we gotta dump the quaaludes.>

Oh. Oh shit. The drug stash!!!

Garcian sends a mental image of the Landlord's barking Herdier (that little bastard!) then the face of an Officer Jenny and you realize that this may go beyond a simple chewing out if the Landlord finds out.

"Check the bathroom cabinet." You grind your teeth together. "In the dresser too, under my shirts."

But before Garcian can respond—

IMMINENT THREAT (LISA: The Hopeful OST · Chris Columbo (The Lovelies Version)) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8AQFFvUhRTA

knock
Your heads swivel to the doorway.
knock
"Fuck," you hiss under your breath.
knock
<Fuck!> Garcian lets out a dark wave of frustration that pulses through the air.

With three knocks upon the door of unhappiness, the Landlord is here.

You can only react...
DAN (Status: Hungover)
>Answer the door right now.
>Put on a shirt, any shirt, and answer the door.
>Help Garcian with whatever he's doing. He seems to know what he's doing.
>Go back to bed. Hey, maybe you're still dreaming, and you're just having a heat stroke under that hot blasting sun. That'd be leagues better than being here.
>Vomit.
>WRITE IN.

GARCIAN (Status: Hungover)
>Grab a garbage bag! Everything must go! Throw it all out!
>Get the drugs now! Dump it!!!
>Teleport out. You don't need to pay rent if you're not there.
>Wiait fuck. As above but absolutely DO NOT FORGET TO BRING DAN.
>Vomit.
>WRITE IN.