Last thread, the Idol agency has been finally organized to run efficiently after a great meeting, you’re in the aftermath, preparing for the heist against the mafia. These are 2 unrelated events, but you combine them with your decisions. This is a stark reminder that you’re a man of many skills, not a person who can’t focus on the task at hand.

But you’re at an impasse. Your Bestie decided to pretend your plan isn’t your plan in the least subtle way imaginable, and was called out for it by Chio. When everyone else in the room realized that the ruse wasn’t a ruse, Amelia barged in to beg for the cookies your dear Clutz baked for you. Your sister was promptly kicked out. But the question still hangs up in the air…

“...Okay, everyone, I don’t want anyone to mention what happened to Ame. Understood? She’s going to try to stop me even if it’s true or not.” You ask Chio, Wilma, and Vortexia to be chill.

“Would she be successful at it?” Chio wonders if she can go for the neutral option.

“Don’t even think about it.” Wilma takes this very seriously.

“No one likes snitches.” Vortexia agrees.

“Not one bit.” You add.

“I-It wasn’t part of my plans, I wondered out of intellectual curiosity.” Chio changes her mind the minute you are against it.

“You’re not subtle at all…” Crossbill looks down on Mamariko.

“...Who are you to talk?” Wilma raises an eyebrow.

“C’mon, I said I was pulling your legs. You girls know my past and all. Joke didn’t land, it happens.” Crossbill won’t admit anything.

“I don’t believe you were kidding.” Vortexia can see through the politician’s bullshit.

“Sheesh, you’re turning me into a casual fan…” Crossbill doesn’t believe in the storm.

“I’ll take your heart back when you hear me singing!” Vortexia gets a little haughty. Chio appreciates the form, but she can see areas of improvement.

“We’ll see.” Crossbill goes back to bed to pretend to be ill… again.

This situation isn’t tense, but there are many unanswered questions. Do you like it when questions are unanswered? In their shoes, you wouldn’t. But how far will honesty lead you here? You gotta know what to do now.

What do you do?

>“Get your fat butt over here, Crossbill. Why are you back in bed? We have things to do.” Leave things unanswered and get out.
>“Yeah, the heist is real. We wanna prank the local mafia out. It’s important.” You’re going to clean up the streets by pissing off the criminals. What could go wrong?
>“Actually, I feel sick too…” Get in bed as well. You feel a fever… A *lazy* fever.
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