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7/7/2025, 7:03:47 AM
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You are now Nicole Smith and you have the worst headache you have ever had in your life.
All you can remember from the last thirty minutes is a blur of colors, sounds and warmth.
You know you did something you regretted. You lost control of yourself. When it could've hurt the people closest to you.
But.
That hug.
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You don't recall the last time someone has hugged you like that.
It. God, you don't want to think about it. Your eyes are starting to water again.
You're being escorted out of the building by your allies. Naomi was gone for a while, god knows what she was doing, but she seems to be happy so. Good for her.
You can hear people screaming and begging for your attention. For autographs, to ask about what happened underneath the miasma, to show off your powers to them.
But your allies keep the worst of the paparazzi from bothering you.
You're now back in a private park of the parking garage meant for V.I.P. Whatever VIP means. Your brain feels like warm banana pudding being pushed through a strainer.
What you do know is that you somehow got a fucking $625k payday out of all of this. Naomi said something vague about it being a 'gift' from the L-Corp King but she refused to give any more details.
Whatever. You're just glad to have your senses back.
Your allies are scattered all throughout the parking garage. Feverish discussions about what they should spend their money on fills the air. Some want to invest it into some promising businesses. Others want to go on massive benders. Some just want to save it and to take a long, LONG vacation.
Some of your excess favors were used to pull some strings and, with what few items you had left, you sold off most of them to make some extra cash. All in all, you managed to earn about a grand total of 3.2 million after everything was said and done. Granted, most of that came from the favors and a few other pricy trinkets you got, but FUCK!
You never thought you would have 3.2 million dollars EVER.
That's enough money that, if you used it wisely, you could retire off of and not have to work for like...twenty years? Probably longer. ESPECIALLY with the ties you have to some brand-new famous Stars of the City.
The question is, what do you do with this money? You never really had time to properly save any real meaningful amount of cash before.
You can already tell some of your allies are going to spend it on benders or they're just going to invest it in some shitty meme stock but.
Hey! It's their money and you really have no right to judge them. Especially after everything you asked of them.
Choose how you wanna invest your money, Nicole. Pick the four things you want most.
While you're at it, choose where you wanna celebrate. The last celebration before the story concludes.
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You are now Nicole Smith and you have the worst headache you have ever had in your life.
All you can remember from the last thirty minutes is a blur of colors, sounds and warmth.
You know you did something you regretted. You lost control of yourself. When it could've hurt the people closest to you.
But.
That hug.
...
You don't recall the last time someone has hugged you like that.
It. God, you don't want to think about it. Your eyes are starting to water again.
You're being escorted out of the building by your allies. Naomi was gone for a while, god knows what she was doing, but she seems to be happy so. Good for her.
You can hear people screaming and begging for your attention. For autographs, to ask about what happened underneath the miasma, to show off your powers to them.
But your allies keep the worst of the paparazzi from bothering you.
You're now back in a private park of the parking garage meant for V.I.P. Whatever VIP means. Your brain feels like warm banana pudding being pushed through a strainer.
What you do know is that you somehow got a fucking $625k payday out of all of this. Naomi said something vague about it being a 'gift' from the L-Corp King but she refused to give any more details.
Whatever. You're just glad to have your senses back.
Your allies are scattered all throughout the parking garage. Feverish discussions about what they should spend their money on fills the air. Some want to invest it into some promising businesses. Others want to go on massive benders. Some just want to save it and to take a long, LONG vacation.
Some of your excess favors were used to pull some strings and, with what few items you had left, you sold off most of them to make some extra cash. All in all, you managed to earn about a grand total of 3.2 million after everything was said and done. Granted, most of that came from the favors and a few other pricy trinkets you got, but FUCK!
You never thought you would have 3.2 million dollars EVER.
That's enough money that, if you used it wisely, you could retire off of and not have to work for like...twenty years? Probably longer. ESPECIALLY with the ties you have to some brand-new famous Stars of the City.
The question is, what do you do with this money? You never really had time to properly save any real meaningful amount of cash before.
You can already tell some of your allies are going to spend it on benders or they're just going to invest it in some shitty meme stock but.
Hey! It's their money and you really have no right to judge them. Especially after everything you asked of them.
Choose how you wanna invest your money, Nicole. Pick the four things you want most.
While you're at it, choose where you wanna celebrate. The last celebration before the story concludes.
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