SnD- Stage 3-2.2: Madness and Friendship

THE REAL SHIOKARAIKEN STARTS HERE

Avestruz:
In which I kinda died and fell into a ditch (sad)

Cheryl:
My FUCKING EVERYTHING HURTS.

Rosalinda:
WHOOOA I JUST JUMPED

Psychic Wars:
just what spooooky secrets do I hold

Charlotte:
haha fuck you guys I'm on a motorbike

Sister Rosa:
Pffft, you think you have it bad

Mimmy:
*Cough*
YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW JUST HOW REAL IT IS
tirkaroKujo:
After getting away from the aftermath of that deep sinkhole caused by a replicant's fury, you head off into a random direction
Cheryl: (( all healed up, right? ))
tirkaroKujo:
Cheryl isn't exactly in the best of shapes, and Charlotte along with her newfound "bodyguard" head forth to see the Sister into a hospital
tirkaroKujo:
and yeah you're always healed up after a battle

Cheryl:
Healed up!

Mimmy:
Of course, it seems the ringleader's close bud led you away from the attention. Just what reasons she has are held behind many lung problems.

Rosalinda:
Linda, with Psychic Wars still in her hand, wonders what to do with the orb. For now though, she decides to keep it safe and puts it back in her pocket.

Cheryl:
Cheryl crosses her legs and sits up having recovered slightly from her injuries. "So...the fuck you get here anyway?"

Rosalinda:
"Eh? Well, I kinda unlocked my replicant earlier today, and thanks to this girl's er, "jumping" powers, I got here in no time at all."

Rosalinda:
"I'm a little confused about it myself." Linda turns to Mimmy.

Mimmy:
"*Cough* You must...forgive me. This must all....come as...a shock to...you all." The girl catches her breath while barely making the walk alongside you.

Cheryl:
Cheryl leans backwards to look at Mimmy without actually turning around, "I wanna say long time no see but fuck, that was only a couple of fuckin' days ago, wasn't it? Feels like it's been months."

Rosalinda:
"Oh sorry, I shouldn't force you to talk..."

Mimmy:
"Quite...Things have....not gone as...smoothly as planned....since then." *COUGH*

Cheryl:
"Well we haven't gotten a fuckin' gig in days, our manager is fuckin' dead, Damn near killed myself three fuckin' times at least and we've got all these motherfuckers tryin' to kill us." Cheryl rubs the back of her head and climbs to her feet, "I'd say that's not exactly smooth, naw."

Rosalinda:
"Yeeep. Feels like the world's gone mad." Linda dusts off her pants and sighing a little bit.

Mimmy:
Mimmy looks down and shakes her head. "Mad is...one way to put it..."

Mimmy:
She takes out the disembodied hand she was holding all this time and looks at it with increased focus. "But in due time....we can cease...all this madness....at least, I hope..."

Cheryl:
"Oh. By the by? This chickie here? She's the one who told us to go find you, princess." She says to Linda, tilting her head back at Mimmy

Mimmy:
"Well, actually....my boss did."

Rosalinda:
"Ohhh, I see. Well thanks, you two."

Mimmy:
"You have...the Psychic Wars...do you not...? That is...the orb you....are currently holding...onto..." *COUGH*
Charlotte: (( riiiight, that's where I knew her from ))

Cheryl:
"I assume this is all goin' according to 'destiny' or some such shit, eh? All according to plan?"

Rosalinda:
Linda takes it out of her pocket. "Oh yeah, you mean this? Managed to grab it while it was flying around everywhere."

Mimmy:
"Destiny...I do not know. But there...is a plan here...one that we currently...hold 2/3rds of...."

Mimmy:
She holds the disembodied hand she was just using. "These are...two of the three...missing parts...the hand and....*cough* the eye."

Mimmy:
"of course...flaunting them off...like this may...not be very wise..."

Cheryl:
"Well shit, with all this trouble this fuckin' thing has caused, you -really- fuckin' sure you wanna bring all this shit together?"

Mimmy:
"I know it seems...strange...but it's a better...bet for us to...bring them together...rather than someone else."
Charlotte: (( Destroy it, destroy it ))
Charlotte: (( save middle earth ))

Mimmy:
"My boss knows...all about what they do...but I do not...sadly."

Rosalinda:
"Who is this "boss" anyway?"

Cheryl:
"Yeah, you're gonna have to forgive me for not exactly wantin' to hand this shit over to you lady." Cheryl pulls her cigarettes out of her pocket, only to find that they're all crushed; probably when she got flattened against the wall. She tosses the pack to the ground and continues with a sigh. "Since we started 'workin' for you, we've been almost killed left and right. And your boss doesn't even wanna show his fuckin' face."

Mimmy:
"I do not...expect you to...hand it over to me anyway...I understand well..." She clears her throat. "But keep it out of...the reach of...others...please. They could...end up in the hands....of that man..."

Mimmy:
"I don't know who...'that man'...even is...but I do know....he's probably...responsible for a lot...if not everything..."

Mimmy:
"So really...just keep it out of...reach of everyone..."

Rosalinda:
"Out of reach for how long? Can't protect this forever with a target practically on me..."

Rosalinda:
"I mean, is there not anything we can do?"

Cheryl:
"'That man'?" Cheryl clucks her tongue and shakes her head, "I think I've got a fuckin' hunch."

Mimmy:
"There is a reason....why you were hired...after all...not just anyone can...become a...replicant user. It won't...be easy after all..."

Mimmy:
"Still, what...you can do is...get to the bottom of...this...and find the final...part."

Mimmy:
"Hmm...you will also need...to start playing...again, lest...the balance...goes out of...order...there is much work...to be done..."

Rosalinda:
"Playing? You mean as a band? Well, our manager's kinda, well..."

Cheryl:
"So how the fuck're we supposed to find this third thing? Just go around the fuckin' city waitin' for some asshole to show up and try and take ours with their's?"

Rosalinda:
"Yeah, a lead or something would be nice."

Mimmy:
"Hmm...that is the...complex part..."

Mimmy:
"See, your manager was....very important..."

Mimmy:
"He had...made a very....foolish contract...going back...many years...yet, it was...through this contract...we could have the...easiest lead towards...the source of...this 'madness' so...to speak."

Rosalinda:
"...Contract? Go on..."

Cheryl:
"Startin' to think my contract with him was pretty damn foolish too..." Cheryl mutters under her breath.

Mimmy:
"Long ago...your manager...made a contract...with an Aion Remnant...if you...don't know what...that is...let's say it's...someone from another..dimension..."

Rosalinda:
"Yeeaaahh, I'm a little too familiar with the concept myself..." Linda looks at her hand.
Cheryl: (( what year is it again ))

Mimmy:
*COUGH COUGH* "But making...this quick....it was because...of this contract...with an Aion Remnant...we could get to...the source of...this event....that caused this...explosion of...EXCESS..."
Mimmy: (( it's 1999 ))
Mimmy: (( or 2014 ))
Mimmy: (( depends how ooc you're being ))

Mimmy:
"Make no...mistake about it...this phenomenon...is the result of...someone else's...plot.."

Mimmy:
"That...someone else...being the hypothetically...named 'that man'...but I'm not even sure...if it's a man..."

Mimmy:
*COUGH COUGH* "I think I may be...confusing you...I'm sorry...."

Rosalinda:
"Eesh, this all seems a little too crazy just for a couple people like us to do it..."

Cheryl:
"But it's -destiny!-" Cheryl says to Linda, dripping sarcasm.

Mimmy:
"It sounds...silly...but that's the best way of....describing it...yes..."

Rosalinda:
*sigh* "Sounds like something crazy from an anime."

Mimmy:
"Either way...we've been...painted into a...corner here..."

Cheryl:
"Still waitin' for Mulder and Scully to show up myself."

Mimmy:
"Yet, not all...hope is...lost....I think...either way, for now, I will...need to be...your surrogate manager...until we figure...something out..."

Rosalinda:
"Eh? Are you sure? You don't seem all that well..."

Cheryl:
Cheryl stares at the girl in confusion, "Manager? You even know shit about music? I mean fuck, Al didn't know shit about music but at least he wasn't gonna vomit his heart up at a moment's notice."

Mimmy:
"I am not...concerned with...my personal health...as you can...see..I will be fine...for the time being"

Rosalinda:
"Er, all I can see is that you can barely talk..."

Cheryl:
"That's gonna look like shit for our band if we have two fuckin managers die in a week..."

Mimmy:
"Of course...you would be right...on the point where...I know relatively...little about...manager duties...but if...I try...I think I'll manage...haha..I made a funny...." *COUGH*

Cheryl:
"...even in death you fuck me over, Al..."

Mimmy:
"At the very least...I'll try to...keep the talking...down after this...better invest...in a pager..."

Rosalinda:
*sigh* "Call's up to you, I guess, Cheryl..."

Cheryl:
Cheryl sighs heavily and sticks her hands in her pockets, "Fuck, I need a smoke....fine. You can be our manager. Must be fuckin' DESTINY!"

Mimmy:
"It's a...drag isn't...it? But I'll try to...get things...straight as...soon as possible..."

Rosalinda:
"Sooo, when do we start playing?"

Mimmy:
"Now you should....probably get...some rest...*COUGH COUGH*"

Cheryl:
"...did you just fuckin' cigarette pun me...?"

Mimmy:
"Oh I'm sorry....I'll try not to...butt in next time...." *COUGH* "I'll call you when...I get any real...lead, but...expect it as soon...as possible..."

Cheryl:
"Was that-...fine, whatever. Yeah, hit us up with any leads you got. I entirely expect you have all our numbers and shit, either through DESTINY or Al just gave 'em the fuck out."

Mimmy:
"For once...the more mundane answer....is the correct one...here..."

Mimmy:
"Quite the...freegoing man...he was...even gave the old drummer...your address...I wonder what that...was for..."

Cheryl:
"That dead son of a bitch!"

Mimmy:
"I will need to..report back to...the boss. I am certain...things will be...cleared up...by then."

Mimmy:
"Remain unharmed...and clean...you tw....." Mimmy starts having a coughing fit. This is easily the longest stretch she's ever talked for.

Rosalinda:
"You sure you don't need any water or some cough drops..?

Rosalinda:
"

Mimmy:
"I'll...survive..." she puts the hand in her pocket and gives you a comforting nod.

Rosalinda:
"Right then. Guess we'll see you later..."

Cheryl:
"Yeah, whatever." Cheryl gives Mimmy a half-hearted wave before stuffing her hands back in her pockets.

Mimmy:
Mimmy walks off, clearing her throat and trying to blend into the crowd. There are at least a few hours left until nightfall.
Rosalinda: (( what time exactly ))
tirkaroKujo:
It's about 5:15 PM

Rosalinda:
"So, you got any plans for tonight? I plan on hanging out at the mall just for a little while longer."

Rosalinda:
"Thouuuggh probably won't be there too long with 'this' in my pocket.."

Cheryl:
Cheryl looks at Linda for a while, as if lost in thought before she finally shakes her head, "These days are gettin' too long to make plans. I just sorta find ways to fill the time."

Rosalinda:
"Well, if you want, you're more than welcome to come hang out with me to pass the time....buuut that's up to you."
Rosalinda: (( also check your private chats, MT :V ))

Cheryl:
"...well, I don't have anything else to do...need to buy some more smokes anyway..."

Rosalinda:
"Yay~ To the mall we go~"

Cheryl:
"...yay?"
tirkaroKujo:
And so you head on back to the mall, or rather drag yourselves back as far as Cheryl is concerned, though it's quite a ways from this location.
tirkaroKujo:
Along the way, you see a massive crowd is encircling the place where the sinkhole was, but otherwise there's no real outlandish encounters to be had
tirkaroKujo:
aaand I still have no good mall backdrops, but all you need to know is that it has the like; a decent lining of food shops, a good few electronic stores, your typical liquer joints, sporting departments, record stores, you name it

Rosalinda:
Linda points to the convenience store. "Ohh, you should be able buy whatever smokes you want over there."

Cheryl:
"Uh...yeah, thanks..." Cheryl says uneasily as she glances around. The mall is bustling with people and it's been a good while since Cheryl had set foot in one. Needless to say, she sort of sticks out like a sore thumb amongst the regular mall patrons.

Rosalinda:
"Hmm, I need to pick some things from there myself, mostly some chip bags and some mags..."

Radio:
NOW PLAYING Persona 3 - Paulownia Mall http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b6-ZOYuTANU
Rosalinda: (( (h) ))
Cheryl: (( Uh oh, better watch out for Jimbles there. ))
Rosalinda: (( oh god ))

Jimbles:
But your search for cigarettes comes to another shrieking halt, mostly due to the whining nerd holding up the line, yelling at the owner. "Oh COME ON! You mean to tell me even your dingy store doesn't have Japanese Covetous dragon!?"

Cheryl:
"...oh for fuck sake is this kid at every fuckin' store?!"

Rosalinda:
"Uh, who's this dork?"

Jimbles:
"Hey, was I talking to y- Oh, OH! Heee hee! It seems we meet again!"

Cheryl:
"We never -met- the first time, don't fuckin' flatter yourself, kid."
Rosalinda: (( oh got where's Charlotte when you need her ))
Cheryl: (( Gettin plowed in Darius' side car. ))
Rosalinda: (( xD ))

Jimbles:
"Oh no need to be humble. I've done my, you could say, RESEARCH since then. No, no need to comfort me, I already found the entire Eye Spy 1999 Championship deck myself. It's quite a beauty, it is!"

Rosalinda:
"Er, creepy..."

Rosalinda:
"Lets just get for what we came for get out of here..."

Rosalinda:
came for and get out*

Jimbles:
"But in all seriousness, I do wonder...is that not the girl from Gym class? In my school? I've done my research, and I can analyze that you have a degree of history with an independent band, but I didn't think this history stretched so far!"
Cheryl: (( Looks like he's got you in his sights. ))
Rosalinda: (( oh god D: ))
Cheryl: (( HE'S SEEN YOU IN GYM SHORTS. ))

Rosalinda:
"Oh god help me"

Jimbles:
"So allow me to tell you something I think you might find juicy. Have you ever heard of this woman? Named Charlotte? I believe you must be at least somewhat knowledgeable of her existence, no?"

Rosalinda:
"If I say yes, will you leave me alon-I MEAN UH, no of course not!"

Jimbles:
"Rumor has it that she might be, eeh heeh heeeeeh...be performing some 'crude' acts late at night. As a proud writer for the school newspaper, it is my duty to uncover these lewdities and make them known for the world."
Cheryl: (( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u_uCYu5i4ns ))

Jimbles:
"What damning evidence is this? Well, I've seen her leave some remnants of a costume, one of those flashy types, the kind only the cruisingest of philanderers would use. Looking into this, I overheard one of her phone conversations...talking about a facility..."

Jimbles:
"A facility of PROSTITUTES! Quite straightforward, would you not say!?"

Cheryl:
"You really are outta the loop, kid." Cheryl shakes her head, "Prostitute Facility is a band. -MY- band." A sly grin spreads across her face, "Probably another fan of ours or somethin'. We're really gettin' big these days."

Rosalinda:
"Er, I think he's getting the wrong idea...-_-"

Jimbles:
"A band!? A band of prostitutes you mean? No wait, that's probably one of those new age 'edgy' bands. Honestly, I'm not sure what's worse."

Cheryl:
"I'm not a fuckin' hooker if that's what you're sayin' you little shit."

Rosalinda:
"Eh, guess cat's out of the bag. I'm the new drummer...I'm not a hooker either!"

Jimbles:
"Pfft, with that getup over there? Color me surprised. I can't bear to know just what you consider appropriate on-stage clothing then!"

Jimbles:
"Bah! This was a waste of time, wasn't it? Wasn't it?! Boo, hoo...and here I was hoping for the scoop...of a lifetime, yeah the scoop of a lifetime, certainly."

Cheryl:
"...the fuck has my life come to if I'm arguin' with fuckin' eighteen year old virgins in a bloody market..."

Jimbles:
"Hmm, but I can't help but notice...an aura of danger surrounding you chicks. Did you remember to take a shower today?"

Rosalinda:
"...Cheryl, if you want to hurt him, I won't stop you."

Rosalinda:
Linda says in a slightly pissed off tone.

Cheryl:
"...I'd rip his fuckin' balls off but I don't think they've dropped yet."

Rosalinda:
"Anyway, move it. Less you want a black eye."

Rosalinda:
Linda does her best to sound intimidating.

Cheryl:
Cheryl shrugs and walks away from the two, determined to get her smokes and leave at this point

Jimbles:
"Bah! You womenfolk have such odd ways of expressing your feelings!" He shrieks before walking off, on another search for magic cards

Rosalinda:
*sigh* "Hey Cheryl, wait up!" Linda proceeds to buy all the stuff she needs for tonight.
tirkaroKujo:
shortly after your little exchange, you hear a small explosion coming from outside. It seemed to have come from the TV department.

Rosalinda:
"...oh god, can this day get any worse?"|

Rosalinda:
-|*

Cheryl:
"It always manages to, just when you think it can't." Cheryl rubs her forehead for a moment before sighing, "Let's....goddammit...go see what it was..."

Rosalinda:
"Right." Linda heads towards where the sound came from.

Cheryl:
Cheryl follows behind her a good ways, lighting up a cigarette as she goes. "I don't think they'll care if I smoke when there's this shit already goin' on..."
tirkaroKujo:
The TV shoppe is in somewhat of a tissy, mostly due to a television exploding. It appears our criminal girl had just finally finished her little job.

Sialia:
She yells at the manager "And so it just EXPLODED on me like that! I mean, seriously, do you even have any standards here!"

Rosalinda:
"...Sialia?!"
tirkaroKujo:
The manager apologizes profusely

Sialia:
"And ANOTHER thing is- Oh, back so soon Linda? I didn't expect you to-" She takes a prolonged glance at Cheryl.

Sialia:
"CHERYL! -There- you freakin' are! We were looking everywhere for you! Tell me, where did you find her?"

Cheryl:
"...do I...know you...?"

Rosalinda:
"Er, have you two me- guess not."

Sialia:
"Oh you always were a kidder Cheryl! Anyway, nevermind that, I'll be sure to get back in favor now that we've found her."

Rosalinda:
Linda looks inside the TV store. "...What'd you do this time?"

Sialia:
"Oh huh...." Sialia looks around. "Was taking care of some 'business.' Didn't work out very well, as you can see..."

Sialia:
"But hey, the Sister's apparently been located and Cheryl has stopped running away from us. So all is good again."

Cheryl:
Cheryl studies the girl named Sialia for a moment before shaking her head, "Joking's not really my strong suit, lady. You're confusing me with someone else."

Sialia:
"Pfft, as if! Anyway, good thing you're here, Pollo like, totally crashed the car again. I'll just need to make use of your metal-fixing replicant to get it in running condition again and we should be able to go back home."

Rosalinda:
"Whoa, whoa, whoa slow down. Please tell me you didn't do anything stupid..."

Sialia:
"Nothing...too stupid. At least, not until we're found out. Oh yeah, once again, can't thank you enough."

Cheryl:
"Metal replicant? Now I get it; you've got me mixed up with that bitch doppelganger!"

Sialia:
"Hmm? Doppelganger? Cheryl, what lame excuse are you using to get out of the game this time? I mean...I understand if you just wanna quit and all, but there's no need to keep dodging around the bush about it. First you run away, now you're making these excuses..."

Rosalinda:
"My head hurts..."

Sialia:
"I mean, hey. I'm probably gonna quit this whole game once I return you back, so maybe you'll be able ot do the same!" Sialia shifts her eyes. "Believe me, it'll be far easier for the both of us. You're a weird gal Cheryl, but I've always been protective of you. You can't keep betraying my trust like that!"

Cheryl:
With a whistle, Cheryl summons Quiet Riot behind her.
Tokens dropped onto map 'Cobblestone2Revengeance' by player MarthTrinity (Player)

Rosalinda:
Linda steps in front of her. "Whoa whoa, don't even think about fighting after what you've been through earlier."

Cheryl:
"You've piqued my interest now, lady. You're with that bitch who was givin' me a bad reputation...or, well, a worse one, but my point remains."

Sialia:
"Hmm? I'm getting confused here...why is your Replicant all blue now Cheryl?" Sialia ponders to herself.

Cheryl:
"Cuz I'm not the fuckin' Cheryl you're lookin' for, dammit!"

Sialia:
"Hmm?" The girl steps closer. "But you look like Cheryl...your name is most definitely Cheryl...and you sound a lot like Cheryl, although definitely far more mad..."

Sialia:
"Are you telling me there's just two Cheryls around here?"

Cheryl:
"Apparently fuckin' so. I kicked her ass, then some asshole in a car nearly ran me the fuck over and snatched her up." Cheryl takes a step back from the girl, "And...if you can see my Replicant, then you must have one of your own..."

Sialia:
"Asshole in a car...you mean Pollo? Actually...Cheryl did get awfully scratched up one day. Came back from a 'mission' of sorts. Could it be, you were her target?"

Rosalinda:
Linda continues to stand between them. "Come on Cheryl, put that thing away. We don't need anymore 'incidents' today."
Rosalinda: (( oh whoops accidently dragged my token onto Sialia ))
Rosalinda: (( can you get it off her for me, tirk ))
Rosalinda: (( eh nvm ))

Cheryl:
"He ain't doin shit till I tell him to." she says to Linda before turning her attention back to Sialia, "Some chick attacked me sayin' that I robbed her. The police chick attacked me sayin' I had done some shit I didn't. Then I find this chick who looks just like me, sounds like me...so I beat her ass down."

Cheryl:
"And you dodged my Replicant observation too, don't think I didn't catch that."

Sialia:
"Heheh...do you think I wouldn't know what a replicant is? Either you're quite the overzealous impostor or this is the result of a bizarre occurance. Either way, I'll accept your excuse for now. I too possess a replicant, but I'd rather not use it again so soon."

Cheryl:
"..." Cheryl dismisses Quiet Riot with a wave of her hand, "This place is goin' to shit..." she says, stuffing her hands in her pockets.

Sialia:
"Something tells me I'll need to make note of you. How does 'Cheryl Jr.' sound? Think I'll try goin' with that."

Rosalinda:
*sigh* "Sialia please don't make her mad..."

Cheryl:
"Tch, I'm not mad. She's just givin me a full run down of whose asses I need to kick to sort this fuckin' mess out."

Sialia:
"Guuuh....I don't appreciate you having it out for one of my friends...but if it helps me find her, so be it."

Cheryl:
"Whoa, who said I'm helpin' you at all?"

Rosalinda:
"What exactly do you need...er, Nega-Cheryl for anyway, Sialia?

Sialia:
Sialia gives a mischievous smile and waves her finger. "Oh, you'll help me -now.- That's all I'll say about that." She turns her head to Linda. "Because, quite frankly, of people like Cheryl Jr. here. Cheryl is a very scared and confused indivudual, and it's up to people like me to set her straight and stay out of danger."

Cheryl:
"You mean manipulate her."

Sialia:
"Y'know, negative synonyms are the lowest of the low. Do I look like the kind of person who would just manipulate someone?"

Rosalinda:
"Come on Cheryl, Sialia wouldn't do that..." Linda turns to her strange friend. "...Right?"

Sialia:
"Of course not!" Sialia gives her friend a big hug on her shoulders. "We're best friends, right?"

Cheryl:
"Dunno if you want me to answer that..."

Rosalinda:
"Hehe, stop that, you're embaressing me." Linda says with a smile.

Sialia:
"Mffph, but you're just so fluffy! Okay, enough of that..." She lets you go. "I should be going now anyway. It's getting dark, and you never know just who might be lurking out there for me these days."

Rosalinda:
"Alriightt then. Call me if you want to hang out sometime." Linda gets a little closer to Sialia to whisper something to her ear. "And please, don't try to hurt Cheryl or anyone I care about..."
Cheryl: (( I can't recall, did I ever hear Sialia's voice through Piece of Mind or anything that I could recognize her off of? ))
tirkaroKujo:
Sialia's voice does sound off through Piece of Mind, but it's very distorted. You could...perhaps make it out with an awareness check or something, but it's not very likely.
Cheryl: (( MIGHT AS WELL TRY ))

Cheryl:
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Sialia:
"I'll be sure to! And don't worry, I may be a scamp, but I wouldn't do something outlandish like that, ahaha..."
Sialia: (( her voice does seem vaguely familiar, and it gives you a slight chilling feel when you try and remember it ))
Cheryl: (( I assume not familar enough to associate it with Piece o' Fish though ))

Sialia:
"Because after all, we're friends, right? And I wouldn't hurt anything important to one of my friends! You're safe with me, Linda." Sialia gives an affirming nod.
Sialia: (( you can't jump to any big conclusions, no, but you do have a slight hunch it's something not very pleasant ))

Rosalinda:
Linda nods. "That's good to hear."

Sialia:
"Well C-YA later Linda! I'll try 'n' call back whenever I can, y'hear?" Sialia walks off, trying to lay low from the crowd.

Cheryl:
"..." Cheryl stares a hole through Sialia as she leaves, trying her damndest to remember where she's heard that voice before...

Rosalinda:
*sigh* "Take it you're not in the mood to shop anymore?" Linda turns to Cheryl

Cheryl:
"I've heard that voice before...I don't remember where, but I have. And that's not a good thing..."

Rosalinda:
"...I know you two didn't meet on the best of terms, but please, don't try and hurt and cause a fight."

Rosalinda:
"She's not a bad person. So please..."

Cheryl:
"I don't care if she thought I was someone else or whatever the fuck she was rambling about." Cheryl pauses, still trying to remember, "I just hear that voice though...and it's like everything tells me I should it. That she's done -something-...

Cheryl:
"...but don't let me stop you from bein' with your friend." Cheryl adds, shrugging her shoulders, "I need some fresh air anyway, I'll catch you later.."
Cheryl: (( AND SO, CHERYL HEADED OUTSIDE, Also what time is it now in-game? ))
tirkaroKujo:
It's about 7:00 or so now

Rosalinda:
Linda waves at her. "Later Cheryl...*sigh*..."

Rosalinda:
(Guess I'll just...head home...) Linda says before doing just that.

Rosalinda:
Er, Linda thinks*
tirkaroKujo:
and so you finally recieve that much-needed fresh air as Linda makes her way back home
tirkaroKujo:
Aaand, as I said, really not much left to do on this one specific day
Rosalinda: (( oh wait hold on, do I see Cheryl on the way out? ))
tirkaroKujo:
The other Cheryl you mean
tirkaroKujo:
In which case, no, no you do not
Rosalinda: (( I meant regular Cheryl :V ))
Rosalinda: (( Okay I guess ))
tirkaroKujo:
Oh, well that's up to you then
tirkaroKujo:
As I ASSUME she went outside in a specific direction, and you'd have to actively follow her there

Rosalinda:
Linda sees Cheryl on the way out. "Heading home now and I'm gonna be at school tomorrow; if you need me for anything, just call."

Cheryl:
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Later then.."

Rosalinda:
"...*sigh* I know you don't like me, but please, we're in this thing together now." Linda says before doing one last wave goodbye, before finally heading home.

Cheryl:
"...Linda, wait up!"

Rosalinda:
"Hm?"

Cheryl:
Cheryl approaches Linda and lets out a sigh, "Look, it's not that I don't like you or anything...but like I've said before...I...I don't trust people. Dealing with new people isn't exactly easy for me..." She looks away from Linda and takes a deep breath, "Casey's just...I trusted him more than anyone...and when he...well, it made it hard for me to trust anyone after that...I treated Tiff the same damn way when we first met too...and even still, it's not like I'm exactly close with her..."

Rosalinda:
"...I see. Honestly, you and I aren't that different. I kinda have trust issues with my parents too. When I thought they had my back on whatever I did, they didn't approve of me following my dreams as a, well, drummer. Because they didn't want me to end up in some punk band. I know it's not exactly the same situation as you are, but..."

Rosalinda:
"Ummm, the point is, I know it's not easy for you, but...you can trust me. I don't abandon my friends and I swear on my life, I won't abandon yours."

Rosalinda:
Linda sticks her hand out for a handshake. "Well, thanks for telling me that, Cheryl."

Cheryl:
Cheryl smiles faintly, "Sorry I'm such an icy bitch, "she says with a laugh as she shakes Linda's hand.

Rosalinda:
Linda smiles back. "Y'know, it's really nice to see you smile for once. Anyway, if you don't need me for anything else, I'll be going now. Gotta wake up early tomorrow."

Cheryl:
"Naw, I'm good. Got a bottle at home waitin' fo-oh right I broke that, alright, scratch that, gonna pop by the store real quick, then I'll be set."

Rosalinda:
"Alright then! See ya later, Cheryl!" Linda says as she hurries home.
tirkaroKujo:
and so you hurry yourselves back on home, the clouded night sky looming down on you at all times as the world's longest day finally comes to a close.

Cheryl:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eEH59PX4q90

Rosalinda:
Sooo, we're done!

Cheryl:
Done like dinnah.
tirkaroKujo:
to b kontuudo (GST)

Rosalinda:
Soo Saturday is hopefully gonna be a fullish day?
tirkaroKujo:
you bet ya ass it is

Cheryl:
And then agi and PC force their part of the session to be eight hours long at gunpoint.