Turn 1:
[No Willpower spent, so random action selection...1d3: 1, Nix!]
Cozy up to the boss as much as possible, see if we can get in their good graces for future promotions.
His face gone pale, sweat breaking out on his brow, John crouches behind an SUV. "Oh man oh man oh man, not again!" he moans, as the voices in his head start talking to him. One rises above the others, a soothing, familiar voice. John begins to relax somewhat. It's Nix. Nix has always had his back, Nix explains, before the doctors came along and made life so boring...
Nix suggests that John should cozy up to Gary, his boss, try to get a promotion...
"Um.. okay Nix, I guess... I could use more money!" John gets up. His colour returning to normal. Okay, so, the voices are back, but..well... they're being reasonable this time. And the doctors did say that he needed to think about whether something was reasonable before doing it. This can't hurt, surely.
John heads inside, and walks up to his boss in the small cafeteria/locker room. Gary is holding a polystyrene cup to the greasy coffee-maker, which is slowly discharging some kind of dark liquid.
"John, you're late. Again."
"Oh hi Gary! Um, you look nice today. What time is it?"
Gary starts poking a plastic knife into the inner workings of the machine without looking up at John. A thick black gout spurts into the cup. "Time for you to get a watch, bud. You're 8 minutes late. Soooo... I'm docking you an hour." Gary looks up finally, with a smirk underneath his stubble. "Unless you'd like to apologize?"
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You know what, John thinks, NO. No no no. No way Nix. John thought that what Nix said was reasonable. But now he realizes that he only wants to stop Gary from looking at him like that.
John shoves Gary, hard. He lands on the table, soy-creamers popping explosively under his ample rump, and bangs his head against the wall. The coffee-maker tips over and spills hot, soppy grounds onto Gary's slacks. "Oof, what the-- OW OW THE FUCK!" he shrieks.
John quickly leaves the room. Outside, he shakes his head. What came over him? He should have listened to Nix...