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[Gatleos]

On an unrelated note: This

We have a wiki?!?

ExKirby isn't too good about promoting it. You should add yours before I do.

We should put do not trust the rainbow snail on it.

*cough*

[Argonnek]

Back on topic...
Since you guys aren't telling John what to say, I'll just do a writeup.


"Well, boss--"
"Just call me Mike," He interrupts.
"Well, Mike, I've been around a lot. I've recently lost all of my memories, but recovered them." Most of them, you think to yourself. "I only recently got back to school, but as I'm sure you've noticed, it's been completely demolished by the earthquake. I've also lost most of my possessions when my dorm collapsed."
"That sucks."
"Yeah, but I'm alright after a short hospital stay."
"Hospital?" He raises his right eyebrow at you. "You aren't permanently broken, right?"
"Nope, just a lotta scrapes and bruises, and some overused muscles."
His eyebrow drops, but he continues to have a critical look in his eye. Only now do you remember his mistrust of hospitals. Great timing, jackass, you think to yourself.
"I assure you, sir, I wasn't there long enough to contract anything like Iraquibacter or anything like that. I'm still alive, after all."
"We'll see," he says, a dark look on his face. "Have you been coughing lately? Touch any doorknobs while you were there with cuts on you?"
"No..."
"Good."
"Errr... So, I may as well get to the point. Do I still work here?"
"We lost about a fifth of our employees to the earthquake, so not only are you still an employee, you're going to get a promotion, raise, and triple responsibility." There was no joking in his eyes. He was dead serious about this.
"I... Uh... But... Uh... Thank you, sir, I don't know what to say." You gape stupidly for a moment.
"Also, in lieu of your housing situation, we're moving you into the company's apartment building at 2031 14th. If you can find any of your previous possessions, I suggest you move them into your new room." He hands you a card that says 'executive parking pass' on the front and has your picture on it. "You'll need this to get into the adjoining parking garage. Your parking space number is on there as well." He takes out his checkbook, writes out a check and hands it to you. You read the number and nearly faint. "That's for your new suit. When you leave the building, turn right and walk or drive about four blocks until you hit 5th. Across the street should be the Eduardo's Fine Attire. Go in there and ask for a custom suit and hand them the check. They usually have a waiting list, but they know that my employees don't stand for that."
You stare at your hands and the objects they held for what must have been half an hour until you finally snap out of it.
You shake your head and look up. Mr. Baker has his back to you, and you can faintly hear his music playing. With nothing more to be said, you stuff your treasures into your wallet and leave.


Have to go to a class right now, will edit in a continuation. Watch this post.
Update is updated! Hope you like it.

[mcclay]

use your powers of convincing him you are a okay

[Hubris Incalculable]

"Look, Mike, my nervous system is working fine and i don't have a limp or anything, see for yourself."

while saying this, stand up, legs apart, arms extended to the side and start touching your nose w/ alternating hands, then start walking around to show off limplessness (if you want a better description, watch "Miracle on 34th Street")

[AntiAntiMatter]

Buy the suit and try to remember what your job was and figure out what it will be now.

[filiusenox]

Buy the suit and wonder why you had to do pratically nothing to get so much.

[Gatleos]

Buy the suit and wonder why you had to do pratically nothing to get so much.

Rolled a 20, most likely.

Make some money by going about your job, but each day do something passive-aggressive toward Mike like, say, spit in his coffee.

[quip]

Get suit, invest in a distinguished monacle.

[Argonnek]

You make your way to the suit store, passing large piles of rubble that used to be small buildings, as well as mourning families. Almost everyone is dressed in black. You feel depressed for a while, but get to Eduardo's and focus on the business at hand. You enter and see a vaguely European guy at the counter, bored. He lights up when you enter, and immediately puts on a big smile and welcomes you.

"Hello, sir! Welcome to Eduardo's Fine Attire, How can I help you?"
"I'm here to buy a custom made suit." You decide the direct rout is the way to go.
"Ah, yes, many come to my fine establishment for the top quality custom clothing I create. Now, there is a bit of a waiting list-"
You shove the check in his face and his voice cuts out. His jaw works, slowly. He regains his composure and continues.
"Did I say list? I meant that there is a bit of a wait! It takes about ten minutes to get the measurements, and I will need you to stand on the x by the mirror. After that, I will have your suit ready in a day or less!"
"That sounds good," you say. He looks ready to keel over with joy, but he claims the check and places it in the register. You have made him a very, very happy employee. You give stand on the x and he measures you from head to toe, twice. He does some math on a notepad and says that your suit will be ready in seven hours if he starts now. He brings out another employee who takes her position at the register.
You leave the establishment and walk down the street.

[Lillipad]

Sprint to the nearestfarthest cafe we know of.

[The Merchant Of Menace]

Check out our new digs

[quip]

Sprint to the nearestfarthest cafe we know of.

Drink lots of coffee.

[AntiAntiMatter]

Go to your new apartment.

[Urist McCheeseMaker]

Go to your new apartment, and see if you can find out anything about these new people through meditation. Especially your boss and the Eduardo employee.

[Argonnek]

You head to the address the boss gave you, and look up at the building that will now be your home. This takes about fifteen minutes.
You walk into the lobby, a spacious and shiny room with many comfortable chairs around fancy coffee tables. You silently wonder just how rich your company is, considering that they work out of a small office building.
This makes you think: how exactly did your company's office stand when so many others fell? There were no obvious signs of reinforcement on it, though that doesn't mean that there aren't any. You previous position as "coffee transporter" didn't really afford you any information about the building - or respect from its inhabitants, for that matter - so you don't know. You ponder momentarily what, exactly, your job would be now. What is making and moving coffee multiplied by three? Will I actually have a real job now? Will I just move three times the coffee? Is that possible?
You shake your head to clear it. You train of thought was starting to derail.

You move up to the desk, and before you can say anything the attendant hands you a key and points to the elevators.
"Room 437. When you get to the fourth floor, turn right. You'll see it," she says quickly.
"Er, thanks. How did you-"
"The boss called in beforehand."
"Right, Thanks."

You walk to the elevators and ascend to the fourth floor. Turning right and walking down the corridor, you come up to your door and open it.
What lay on the other side was less of an apartment and more of a palace. The walls are painted with a wonderful, eye-pleasing color that you don't have the vocabulary to describe. Walking on the carpet somehow relaxes the muscles in your legs and back, which you hadn't realized were tense. The counters in your small kitchen had the most beautiful marble you've ever seen. All of the appliances look new and modern, as does your flat screen TV and personal work station. The couches are upholstered with an amazing, leather-like substance that makes it so you never want to stand after sitting in them. You enter the bedroom, and are struck with awe at the comfort of the bed. It takes you five minutes to summon the willpower to get back up. The cupboards are solid oak, and are sturdy enough for you stand on, if you so wished. Also in the room was a locked door.
Wait, you think to yourself. A locked door? What's that doing here? You try your key on it, but to no avail. You take out your picks and investigate.
It proves very difficult, but you get it open. Apparently, it's just a little room with nothing in it. There are no lights, no entrances or exits other than the door, no vents, nothing.
You leave the room and look at the floor in front of it. There are indentations in the carpet, suggesting that there was a closet or armoire or something put in front of it that was moved. Considering that there was nothing in the room, not even dust, it seems likely that it was completely cleaned of its contents within the last few hours. What were its contents? Where is your closet? You may never know.
Maybe they stored gold bars in it, you think to yourself jokingly.
You walk out into your extravagant living room and think about your next move. Your suit won't be ready for about six hours, and you aren't sure if you should return to work without it.

While you stand and ponder, you hear a song from your bedroom.