"..."
*sigh*
"Alright, hi. Since you're clearly determined enough to try getting up through the floor, and skillful enough to actually do it, what's your name? I think I'll need some help figuring out the situation with the Audition Center."
[5] Hey eyes light up and she wriggles closer.
"Makasta! Makasta Durn, but all my friends call me Gunboat! Long story! I'm so pleased to meet you! Please please please please please choose me please please please!"
On closer inspection, she appears to be wearing some kind of dull grey flight uniform and...
[2] You think she has some lollipops or something in her hand.
Hrm, even if halo-girl isn't the best one, those allies of her seem to have some presence of mind.
Start unfolding my tank. When finished, drive it through the windows to the lower level, and try to get some of the crowd to flee.
Keep any eye out for anyone who is sufficiently afraid of the tank to take cover, but is sane enough not to try and attack it, and dedicated enough to not flee. I might need another fighter to team up with halo-girls squad.
You click a button and casually toss your briefcase. It begins unfolding. Then keeps unfolding. Then keeps unfolding further.
After a good few minutes of this, you clamber into your heavily armored small building inside a larger building and hit the gas. It cracks but, amazingly, doesn't shatter the giant windows. Reinforced! Good call, good call, very safe in here. Unfortunately you need to leave, soooooooo...
You're not sure what effect a giant tank blowing out a reinforced window has on any onlookers, but you're guessing it's less than seeing said tank hurling itself out of the resulting smokey hole, crashing into the pavement below as though it were waist-high water, and then revving its way forward, around, and right back into the building.
[5] You know what the effect is on the inhabitants of said building, though, because you're there to see it on the screens. Panicked scattering for the most part, with some attempts at looking nonchalant and orderly.
[4] In the process, you notice a few individuals with different ideas. A squad of what you think are purple-clad Vines appear to be loading or assembling some kind of anti-tank weaponry behind an overturned counter. A sort of... hover-bubble-thing is floating near but behind your tank, with a grey-fleshed, bulbous-eyed Nemesis inside- an Imp, their diminutive scout and mental psionics caste. There's also a very muscular-looking male Cloy in a speedo following beside your tank shouting FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!
As people scatter away from the tank, pick the smallest group of runners and follow them
[3] You follow a single Cloy in long frilly pink ribbons as she flees on her own. [5] She then darts into an alley and pulls out a communicator.
"Yeah. Yeah. No. Not even a little. YES why did you- NO! ABSOLUTELY-"
She glares incredulously at the device before shaking her head.
"Idjits. Never gonna overthrow a thing at this rate..."
“C0M-ER0N REQUESTS IDOL UNIT BEFORE MAKING POST-INFORMED DECISIONS”
C0MMY (nickname of C0M-ER0N) shall utilize his superior programming module and the assistance of his Glamour Girls, to investigate the Audition Crater to get a Idol before he starts his business off.
All I need is a easily-acquirable Idol that can sign into my business. No need to get fancy and attempting to get a really good Idol in the horrible lovecraftian depths in the lower area.
There's no Audition Center on this floor, so if it exists you'd need to dive into the ground floor to access it.
[5] Although...
You hurl your patented Glamor Chain
TM through a shattered window some idiot broke, your Glamor Gals grabbing onto each other to form an unbroken and perfectly loyal grabber claw which then paws at idols fleeing nearby. You fish up...!
A robot!
...wait, no. It's just an Incubus, a caste of Nemesis that resembles a stubby robot. The interior is fleshy though.
"Eh?!" it intones in a deceptively mechanical voice.