"Yes, lunchtime sounds good. See you then, I suppose.""Certainly," Jonathan Two says, looking back at your second painting. You, seeing no better way to announce your plans to leave, just loudly excuse yourself.
"So, guys! This was certainly very enjoyable, you all, and I'm sad to say that I have to leave now."The other Jonathans all unite in a mostly-synchronized "Bye, Jasmine!" as you leave. Francis, though, appears to be completely absorbed in his work. Oh well. You head out, looking for... wait, no. Something else first. Something very important. The news! Yes!
You immediately catch the article about Truman Bach-Handel's latest misadventures. The rather eccentric (though that word really doesn't mean anything anymore - everybody is odd in one respect or another now, what with the seemingly unlimited resources they have as naturals) fellow seems to have had the idea to organize this really naturalistic, spiritual-themed party in the Urals, and over three hundred people signed up. Today, after three solid weeks of partying, the orgies in the harsh ex-Russian wilderness seem to have subsided, much to the disappointment of the average viewing public, who have been following the event rather closely, but initial reports indicate that over 20 people have gone missing. It is suspected that many of them may have wandered off, and among them is the honored host Truman Bach-Handel himself - it is said that he may have wandered off in a southeastern-ish direction by fellow partygoers along with about ten others, and that he was rather high at that point.
God, that feels good. News are good for the brain, you think. But still, you've got some things to do, like find Jasmine Fifty-Three. This proves not too difficult - she is in her room, as you find out from Jasmine Fifty-Four. You press the door buzzer, and she opens the door. You're not sure why, as she could probably just speak to you through an intercom, but hey.
"Yes?" she asks, seemingly not particularly surprised by the fact you're here.
"I've figured out what I need you to do!""And?""You must bake me a cake. My favorite cake, in fact."Jasmine Fifty-Three casts a doubtful look at you.
"And that would be... blueberry cheesecake, I guess?""Not really sure - haven't eaten cake before. I'm sure it'll be good, though.""Very well. You plan on eating it all by yourself?""Oh, no. I invited that poor sod Jonathan Two over for tea, plus we'll eat anything that's left later on. You can get it done by lunchtime tomorrow, right?"Jasmine Fifty-Three nods.
"Sure. No problem.""Great! I'll be going now, then," you say, stepping away from the door and leaving Jasmine Fifty-Three to whatever she does in there.
Now, the question remains - it's almost eight, so you guess you could go to your room now. It's not very late, but you're really more of a morning person anyway. You have to be in this business. Alternatively, you could try to find more amusing distractions to busy yourself with.
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Truman Bach-Handel organized party ends in disorganized mayhem all over the Urals, several people still missing.
Name: Jasmine Thyme Model 376
Gender: Female
Attributes: heightened senses of taste and smell, increased manual dexterity, improved intellect, unobtrusively good looks, improved interpersonal ability, slight owner fixation, cranial netlink implant.
Skills: skilled chef, proficient at maintenance and repair, proficient at making smalltalk.
State of Mind: calm due to painting.
Inventory: fresh Jasmine Thyme uniform (worn).
Notable Physical Abnormalities: branded.
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Topic: (SG) Less Than Perfection - now dropped (Read 25794 times)