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>Ask About Annie's Family

Considering it didn't eat your head, you decide not to worry about Annie's... aunt. Some subconscious part of your mind screeches in indignation at this cosmic punnery.

A thought occurs to you...

You: "Say, Annie... is your whole family in show business?"

She smiles proudly.

Annie: "For the most part, yes. My father is... the only one off the top of my head who isn't in show business. He has a long standing career peering out of closets and hiding under beds. He loves it!

But my mother, and my siblings... they're all in entertainment. It's been the family business for as long as I can remember!"

You: "That must be nice; do you like your job?"

Annie: "Yes, but...

I wish I could get a part besides 'big scary monster' for once. I love working with Miss Wrap, and Vehry is a nice man off camera. I just... I don't know.

Something besides horror would be a nice change of pace."

You: "I see. Have you told Miss Wrap about that?"

Annie: "Yes... once. I don't think she remembers though."

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>Offer to Help Annie

Thinking about what's been said, you know what needs to be done. You walk up to the massive monster. She's even taller than you thought up close. She looks down at you with a nervous smile.

Annie: "Ah... can I help you? You're the new hire, right? Congratulations; Miss Wrap really seems to like you...!"

You: "Oh, uh, thanks. I was actually wondering if I could help YOU?"

Annie: "Huh? H-help... me?"

You: "You said you had a family issue to attend to? I'd be happy to help you if need be."

Annie: "Really? You'd do that for a total stranger? That's... that's very kind of you.

...I'd greatly appreciate your help, actually. Are you sure you don't mind?"

You: "Not at all; what do you need me to do?"

Annie looks around warily for a moment.

Annie: "...we'll discuss it later. For now, let's just head out, okay?"

You: "Uh... sure. Lead the way."

Annie smiles toothily, and begins striding off across the courtyard. Thanks to her size, she covers much more ground than you in only a few steps. However, you eventually end up outside an anachronistic forest.

Annie: "Well, here's the way to my home zone. Miss Wrap allowed us to set up a direct connection. Saves a lot of travel time, since I'm in a lot of her movies...

Anyway, let's get moving. Would you and your friend prefer to ride on my shoulders? That way you won't get lost..."

You: "Uh... sure; if you don't mind?"

She gently scoops you and the cat up, and sets the two of you on her shoulders. She then heads through the increasingly dark and foreboding woods. A sense of dread creeps down your spine...

You: "So, uh, Miss Annie..."

Annie: "Oh, no need for 'Miss', feel free to just call me Annie."

You: "Annie. So, what's the issue here?"

She looks over her shoulders, then speaks in a quieter tone than usual.

Annie: "My parents are out on jobs, and my brothers and sisters have been having problems without them."

You: "Problems...?"

Annie: "Yes... things like a thorn in the paw, a dispute over some trinket they found, unfinished chores... that sort of thing."

You: "These are major issues?"

Annie: "Well, admittedly no. But... I always worry the one time I don't come home to help it'll be something serious."

You: "I understand completely. I'm the same way with my children."

Annie: "Oh, you have children? I've always had a soft spot for kids. Too bad they're usually afraid of me..."

You: "..."

Annie breathes a sorrowful sigh.

Annie; "...a lot of people are afraid of me, actually. You... you're probably scared of me too, aren't you?"

You: "Why would I be? You've done nothing to make me be afraid."

Annie smiles bashfully.

Annie: "Really...? That's very nice of you.

...okay, we're nearly there. Just as a heads up, my family can be a little... eccentric."

You find yourself outside a massive house; practically a mansion. It looks like something right out of a horror film. Annie gently knocks on the door... and a massive ant bursts out of the ground nearby. The huge insect looks up at you and lets out a series of horrifying clicks and shrieks. Annie responds with a similar series of sounds, and it crawls away.

You: "W-what was that?"

Annie: "Hm? That's just my Aunt! She's harmless. ...I think."

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>Punch Jeego in the Snout to Establish Superiority

Apparently something in your subconscious does NOT like this arrogant fellow. You have an unquenchable urge to clock him in the face. Fighting this urge as hard as you can, you start to walk away...

You immediately pivot on your heels and sock him in the teeth. Surprisingly, you barely feel any impact. Apparently, neither did he; he continues to chuckle flatly and smile.

A more... sneaky idea comes to mind. Diabolical, even.

You: "Y'know, Hugh; if John is as good of an actor as he is a salesman, you maybe out of a job soon."

The egomaniac's smile fades altogether. He speaks in a more hushed tone than before.

Hugh Jeego: "...you really... think so? You think Datsa would hire him and not me...?"

You: "Well, it's a possibility."

There's a very worrying silence as Jeego slowly turns visibly red.

Hugh Jeego: "I am the STAR OF THIS PRODUCTION AND ALL OTHER ONES. I WILL NOT BE REPLACED BY SOME WANNABE ACTOR WHO'S ONLY HERE BECAUSE HE FUNDED PART OF THIS MOVIE."

You step back as Jeego rants, his voice slowly gaining volume and speed. Before long, he's babbling incoherent, angry nonsense. He runs over to John Smith.

John Smith: "Hm? Oh, hey there, neighbor! What can I do for you?"

Hugh Jeego: "Cut the neighbor crap! I'm onto you, Smith, and I'll not let you steal my limelight!"

John Smith: "I haven't the faintest idea what you mean, Hugh! I'm just here as a guest star..."

Hugh Jeego: "STAR?! OVER MY DEAD BODY! YOU'VE JUST MADE YOURSELF AN ENEMY, SMITH."

Jeego ineffectually waves his fists at John. Doktor Mehd watches with fervent glee, and Miss Wrap doesn't seem to notice. Annie, obviously worried, bodily picks up the two gentlemen. She holds them at her eye level.

Annie: "G-guys, please stop. I'm already under a lot of stress, I don't want to see you fighting..."

Hugh Jeego: "We wouldn't BE fighting if this HOMEWRECKER didn't come after my JOB!"

Annie suddenly seems to lose her nervous disposition. She fixes a decidedly sinister gaze on Jeego, who immediately stops his ranting. Her voice drops its wavering, nervous sound in favor of a shockingly intimidating contralto.

Annie: "Look. If you don't want to work with John, we can arrange for your removal from the film. Barring THAT, there are other ways we can keep the two of you separate. Either way, rest assured that you can be terminated if need be, Hugh. Do I make myself clear?"

Hugh Jeego: "Yes, but-"

Annie: "DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?"

Hugh Jeego: "Yes! Yes! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

The monstrous woman eyes him suspiciously, then gently sets her coworkers back down. She looks back and forth, and almost immediately re-adopts her nervous disposition.

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>Ask the Man in the Gold Suit About the Script

Thinking perhaps you can act in Annie's place, you decide to ask the gold suited man if he has a copy of the script. As soon as you approach, he shoves an autographed photo of himself into your hands with a hearty laugh.

???: "There you go! Aha. I find that it's much easier to give them out ahead of time. Aha. Saves my fans the trouble of asking. I know that I need no introduction, but to refresh your memory, the name's Jeego. Hugh Jeego. Aha.

As I'm absolutely certain you're already aware, I'm the star here. Aha."

Indeed, he does vaguely resemble a star. At least, his loud, golden hairdo does. His suit is quite obviously cheap, covered in sequins and glitter. His face is completely unremarkable. Mainly because he... doesn't appear to have one. Looking at him head on, your eyes seem to immediately jump from his suit to his hairdo. It's almost as if his face were hastily edited out of existence, like if reality were a film. However, you CAN see his broad smile, shining through. If you were to sum it up, his face looks like a toothy smile floating in a sort of... abyss.

Hugh Jeego: "Aha. You must be that new hire Datsa brought on. What can ol Jeego do ya for? Aha."

You: "Um... you don't happen to have a copy of the script handy, do you?"

Hugh Jeego: "Aha. Whatever for? Hoping to practice your lines? Aha. No need; we're delaying filming while Annie goes home. Aha."

His voice is fairly smarmy and monotonous until he says "Annie." Then, a very noticeable bit of anger bubbles up. Immediately after, his normal tone of voice returns.

You: "Right. I was actually hoping to see if I could maybe cover her scenes for her?"

Hugh Jeego: "Aha. Ahaha. Friend, you don't have the build for her scenes. If ya haven't noticed, she's got about 10-12 feet over on ya. Aha. Plus you don't have that fear factor needed to play Doktor Mehd's Monster. Aha."

You: "So... is this a horror film we're making or...?"

Hugh Jeego: "Aha. It sure is. More specifically the 10th movie in a long running series. Aha. Annie and the good Doktor have been the antagonists in all of em. Aha. I'm the star, as I said, but Datsa brought on John over there to act as a new protagonist. Aha. Poor fella will have to play second fiddle to me. Aha..."

You: "10 movies... must be a pretty popular series then?"

Hugh Jeego: "Aha. All thanks to my star power, no doubt. Though I'll say Annie is fairly close to myself in popularity. Aha. A lot of merchandise is made in her images. Aha."

You: "Images...?"

Hugh Jeego: "Aha. We don't use the same costumes every movie, y'know. Aha. So there's merchandise for her most popular looks. Of course the sales of her items aren't nearly as impressive as those of items in MY image. Ahaha."

You: "Err, right."

Hugh Jeego: "I hope Datsa stops yelling at P.A. soon. Aha. I'm starting to get a headache listening to her. Ah, such is the life of a star, suffering for your art. Aha."

It occurs to you that you've misheard your inner monologue. You correct this with one last question.

You: "Can't we just film the scenes where Annie isn't needed?"

Hugh Jeego: "Aha. Datsa refuses to film without all her actors present. It's a quirk of hers, you see. Aha. Besides, Annie is rather pivotal to the plot, and is in a majority of the scenes. Aha."

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>See What Miss Wrap is Yelling About

After bidding the mad doctor farewell, you can't help but overhear Miss Wrap's ranting. She is positively fuming at a rather horrified-looking assistant. He looks... mostly human? And yet also somewhat fake, like a particularly realistic puppet, perhaps. He shakes in terror as the director verbally tears into him.

Datsa Wrap: "...AND ANOTHER THING! IF YOU KNEW GOOD AND WELL THAT THE TRAIN TOOK 4 LAYERS TO ARRIVE, WHY DID YOU TELL ME TO SEND HIM ALONG TO OCHRAN? WE CAN'T AFFORD TO WAIT AROUND FOR A TRAIN TO ARRIVE, YOU MORON!"

The huge, monstrous figure seems to try and interject, but Miss Wrap shows no signs of stopping.

Datsa Wrap: "NOW, THANKS TO YOU, ANNIE HAS TO GO HOME FOR WHO-KNOWS-HOW-MANY LAYERS, AND WE HAVEN'T GOTTEN SO MUCH AS A LICK OF FOOTAGE! I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY, P.A. YOU'RE LUCKY I DON'T FIRE YOU HERE AND NOW."

The huge monster gasps and speaks up, stuttering a bit.

???: "N-now, hold on, Miss Wrap; it's not P.A.'s fault that I have to leave! I-I-I just have to attend to a family issue, and I'll be back as soon as I can. Don't blame him for that..."

Despite her hulking size and monstrous shape, Annie's voice makes it rather clear that she's a somewhat meek individual. You take a closer look at her as Miss Wrap continues to shout at P.A.

Annie seems to be some unidentifiable, bipedal beast covered in shaggy black fur. She wouldn't look out of place in a horror movie, which you suspect you'll be participating in here. After all, why else would there already be a mad doctor and a huge monster lurking around? Annie anxiously wrings her hands, her massive claws clicking together audibly even from a distance. Her eyes, purple and glowing, flit around as though looking for a solution to this situation. She grimaces, revealing a staggering amount of sharp teeth lining her long snout. Despite being rather beastly, Annie is oddly... adorable, in a way. Perhaps it's her mannerisms. You wouldn't have guessed at a glance, but you can vaguely see a feminine shape to her body; you chalk this down to knowing she's a lady from Miss Wrap's ranting.

As Miss Wrap continues to hound her assistant, Annie occasionally interjects, trying futilely to defuse the argument.

Datsa Wrap: "I SHOULDA NEVER HIRED YOU, YA LOUSY BUM! BECAUSE OF YOUR STUPIDITY, WE'RE GONNA HAVE TO DELAY FILMING!"

Annie: "M-Miss Wrap... we would've had to delay anyway; I have to go home regardless..."

Miss Wrap makes no sign of hearing her monstrous colleague, who continues to look around helplessly.

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>Ask the Cackling Man If He's a Real Scientist

You cross the fake courtyard, passing several blank-faced individuals, and make your way to the group by the fountain. You walk up to the wildly gesturing, laughing man in the labcoat.

Up close, he's... not a handsome individual. His skin is an unnatural lilac color. He smiles unnaturally widely at you, revealing that his teeth are apparently iron; his mouth looks alarmingly like a bear trap. He has three mismatched eyes in a row: one red, one blue, and one compound, like a fly. One of his arms is skeletal, and wrapped in vines tipped with what seem to be Venus Flytraps. The other arm is a hideous cyan, and is visibly stitched on. His torso seems to be... a glass test tube. Finally, his spindly legs are obviously mechanical. It's as if he's an amalgam of all manner of mad scientist tropes.

The strange, smiling fellow looks at you expectantly.

You: "Errr, hello the-"

He immediately bursts into theatrics.

???: "Aaaa-hahahahaha! You fool, you've no idea who it is you're dealing vith! I am no mere man, I am ze one and only:"

A spotlight shines down, and an ominous music cue plays from... somewhere.

???: "Doktor Vehry Mehd! Aaa-heheheheh!"

You: "...are you a real doctor, or do you just play one for the movies?"

Mehd seems to deflate a bit, but almost immediately returns to gesturing grandly.

Doktor Mehd: "Ah-heh! I am indeed a real Doktor! I haff a medical license right here!"

He leans in uncomfortably close while flashing a small circular saw. He spins it up and, laughing maniacally, swings at you. You duck at the last second.

Doktor Mehd: "Ha-heh-ha! You must be ze new hire. Miss Wrap vas just talking about how vunderful you are! I zink we'll get alonk juuuust fine, heh-ha!"

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>Arrive at The Studio

As you step out into The Studio, you can't help but think of one word to describe this place:

"Phoney."

Everything you see is obviously part of some gargantuan movie set. The buildings are obviously facades made for aesthetics. The foliage is all rubber and plastic. The sky is pained on. Cameras, lights, and mics hang around haphazardly. Even the people milling about seem fake and insubstantial.

Ahead of you is a large courtyard. A band of 7 individuals stand by a fountain, under a noticeable spotlight.

In the center of the group is Miss Wrap, barking orders to a terrified aide. John Smith stands next to her, amicably chatting away to a disinterested gentleman with a camera head. An unnaturally tall, thin gentleman in a labcoat lurks at the edge of the group, cackling and gesturing wildly. A rather plain fellow in a solid gold suit stands by himself, smiling broadly at no one in particular. Finally, a huge, monstrous figure looms over the fountain. Despite its huge size, it seems awkward and even... shy in its mannerisms.

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actually it's rather fair seeing as how humans/grays regenerate their biovessels so much that there's not a scrap of what they were born with by the time they're seven cycles old! (note: one cycle denotes 3650 layers, assuming ten layers per day/night cycle)

Ochran: “Really…? I will make a note of that.

On that note, we have arrived at The Studio. Please take care not to leave any personal belongings, companions, or internal organs behind. We are not responsible for the loss of any items left behind.”

You check you seat carefully, and disembark the train. You wave farewell at the eerie conductor, and step out of the pitch-black station…

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Ask the conductor if there are any juicy rumors about the Facility. And maybe ask him if he's a psychopomp.

Ochran: “I believe I said 4 questions would suffice…? However, I will make an exception here, as I enjoy talking with you Pseudo-Buzzers.

I don’t often participate in the rumor mill. Though I have heard some interesting stories from my passengers…

•Apparently a mischievous individual has been wreaking havoc in various Departments. They don’t seem to be a major threat to anyone but themselves, however.

•Some rather offputting tales of the latest Head Researcher’s temper have been flying about as well. Apparently she singlehandedly destroyed an assistant of hers due to some slight on his part…

•Sir Hedgewick DeTrimmiere rode with me a few layers back. He was ecstatic about some project of his coming to fruition. Apparently it has something to do with his childhood dream.

•I’ve heard some talk of a recently demoted Department Head seeking work as an Assistant Researcher. Odd, but I suppose they prefer working in The Facility to any other Zone.

•Finally, I have heard that the Animal Testing Department is having difficulties with its Board of Investors. Particularly with… well, I shouldn’t say.

And… as for your other question: perhaps that is in some way accurate, and perhaps it is not. Either way, I must say Stygian iron makes for a very respectable building material.”

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> I'm not sure Datsa will cover a return trip. How DO I pay for a ticket if I need to come back?

Ochran: “There is no need to worry about that. Miss Wrap has covered your travels both ways. But… in the future it may be necessary for you to pay. Your money, as I said, has no value to me. However… I don’t believe you can levy my normal fee, considering your Grey nature. So, of you have need of my services again… I can let you ride for your choice of life essence or some other appropriate collateral.

I apologize for any inconveniences caused by my price.”

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" By any chance, would you happen to know about the fate a certain 'Bernie'? A... 'grey-zoner' like me? He was in the area I came from. Uh... I can show you some of his bones... "

Ochran: “Ah… how very interesting.”

The strange conductor holds Bernie’s arm up, shining their eerie lantern light on the bones. Eventually, they return the arm to you.

Ochran: “From what essence clings to these bones, here is what I can share:

•This individual was indeed a Grey Zoner, like yourself. Something suggests to me that you never knew him, despite sharing a home Zone.

•His Concept Core vanished… several layers before his demise.

•I cannot tell what exactly caused the loss of his Core, but there are faint traces of essences from the last few individuals he had contact with.

•Of these traces, four are distinctive.

•One of them feels very… lucky. I get the impression that this individual was fond of Bernie.

•One of them is very sterile, and yet… discordant. As if something in this individual’s life were causing some sort of "interference” with their essence.

•One of them carries feelings of both comfort and icy terror. It feels… bony.

•Finally… one of them feels incredibly offputting. Something is very wrong with this essence. It’s almost as if… no, no; that can’t be right. Forget I said anything.

If you happen across the remains of anything else, please feel free to bring them to me. I have a great deal of experience in Thanatology, and I can offer you insight into that individual’s life and death.“

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ask about the bakery coupon!

Ochran: “Ah? May I see that for a moment?”

You hand your bakery coupon to the conductor. They look it over thoroughly, then hand it back.

Ochran: “This would appear to be a perfectly valid coupon, complete with complimentary redemption services…”

You: “…meaning?”

Ochran: “Meaning: when you want to redeem it, it will take you to The Bakery automatically. The Baker should be able to send you back to your original location afterwards. Do note, however, that you cannot redeem it while onboard the Limina Liner.”

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>TRAIN T>|^?ME

Well, the train doesn't leave for another layer, but alright.

You make your way up to the ticket booth. A very faint voice whispers from behind the black glass.

???: "heading to the studio, eh? you'll need a ticket."

You: "Oh, of course... how much?"

???: "ah... your money is no good here. but... the cost can be taken from you, if need be."

You: "Err... okay then? Datsa sent me..."

A frustrated growl rings out from within the ticket booth.

???: "ah. well I suppose that means you have free passage then. lucky you. here's your ticket. the train departs next layer."

An ornate wrought iron shape emerges from the slot in the window, holding two tickets. You cautiously take them, and incidentally brush against the "hand." It's unbelievably cold, unnaturally so. A chill travels down your spine.

The ticket booth operator flips a sign to read "SOLD OUT." A door opens on the side of the booth, and out steps the operator...

Perhaps "steps" isn't quite accurate. A complex, gothic structure made of twisted wrought iron hovers by. It's very vaguely human in shape; you suspect that's purely your imagination. Where a head should be is an old-fashioned lantern, much like the type used on old railroads. It glows with an ominous, literally black light. Absurdly, this foreboding figure is topped with an almost cartoonishly stereotypical conductor's cap. The figure seems to "bow" before speaking.

Without glass between you, the figure's voice seems to resonate within your head, almost as though it simply spoke directly into your mind.

???: "All aboard. The Limina Liner headed for The Studio is ready to depart."

You: "Err, thank you..."

You struggle to think of what to refer to this person as.

???: "...Ochran. Conductor Ochran. A pleasure to meet you, sir."

Ochran extends a cold, iron hand. You politely shake it, despite your instincts telling you to refuse. The chill spreads across every fiber of your being. Ochran seems a bit confused, then taps the side of their head.

Ochran: "Ah... how silly of me. I forgot my gloves. One moment."

They duck back into the booth, and emerge with black leather gloves stretched across their abstract "hands." They again shake your hand. This time, no chill runs down your spine.

Suddenly, Ochran pulls you extremely close. Their lantern face glows ominously.

Ochran: "...ah. I see. You have tasted death once. At the hands of two spineless scientists, at that."

You: "How do you..."

Ochran: "Ah, how rude of me. Beg your pardon, I often forget that prying into the deaths of my passengers is considered nosey. Please, hop aboard..."

With that, the strange conductor enters the long black train behind the ticket booth. You follow behind them.

The interior of the train is very dimly lit. What little you can make out is cozily decorated, however. Albeit, everything is in shades of grey and black. You take a seat in the front of the train, and are pleased to find that the seats are extremely comfortable.

You can see into the engine car, where Ochran hovers quietly.

Ochran: "We'll be departing next layer. Our journey will take approximately 3-4 layers. I find that conversation helps move things along. If there's anything you would like to talk about, please feel free to ask me."

Send in some questions for Ochran! After about 3 or 4 questions, we'll arrive at The Studio!

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>Head to The Studio

You: "I... think I'm good to go, actually."

Miss Wrap blows another smiling cloud of smoke.

Datsa Wrap: "Great. I pegged ya as the thorough type, glad to see this ol director's intuition still works!

Now then... you're one of those Grey types, aren't ya? So I betcha can't shift Zones very well, can ya?"

You: "Err..."

Miss Wrap lets off a boisterous chuckle, slapping you on the back multiple times.

Datsa Wrap: "Ha, that's alright Mac; we can work around that. There's a train ya can take, the Limina Liner. Tell em Datsa sent ya, they'll handle the rest.

Should be a station downtown somewhere. You oughta be able to track it down pretty quickly.

Oh, and a word of advice: don't let ol Ochran creep you out. They're harmless, more or less, even if they are... eccentric."

With that, Miss Wrap's crew vanishes before your eyes. She waves at you.

Datsa Wrap: "See ya on the set, Mac!"

She vanishes, leaving you and the cat standing in her office. The cat suddenly seems to sense something. She nudges you a few times, then makes her way out the door. She leads you through the Town of Commerce, eventually stopping in front of an ominous black train station. You step inside, with a feeling of dread creeping up your spine...

It's unnaturally quiet and clean inside the station. All that can be heard is a very, very faint speaker playing some nearly inaudible music. Only one other soul is visible, the individual working the ticket booth. You can't make out anything about them from here, as the glass they're behind is black. Actually... everything in here is black.

Not only that, everything seems to be made of a mysterious substance not unlike some sort of... eerily smooth black metal.

You feel very uneasy. Apparently your companion does as well; she squeezes in closer to you.

A PA announcement echoes through the eerie silence. The voice is incredibly mechanical and monotone.

PA: "The train headed for The Studio will be departing in two layers. All aboard."

You still don't have a very good grasp of how "layers" work, but it sounds like you don't have long to get on that train.

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>Accept Her Offer

You: "Uh... sure?"

Miss Wrap's cigar looses a huge cloud of smoke; a cloud undeniably shaped like a grinning face.

Datsa Wrap: "Great choice, Mac. I knew ya looked like a smart guy."

John clears his throat pointedly.

John Smith: "Miss Wrap... do you really think a Grey Zoner is worth your efforts?"

Miss Wrap turns to him and makes a point of puffing smoke into his face.

Datsa Wrap: "John, who's the director here? You're just the local talent. This is my movie, I call the shots, ya feel me?

I like this kid's moxie. He brings somethin' new to the table. He's in, and that's that. Got it?

Or would you rather walk? Cause believe me, I can replace you in a heartbeat."

John Smith: "No no no, that, ah, that won't be necessary. Welcome aboard, neighbor..."

The massive figure in the darkness shifts again before speaking.

???: "Miss Wrap? I really think we should head back to The Studio..."

Miss Wrap flinches as another cloud wafts from her cigar, this one resembling a grimacing face.

Datsa Wrap: "Yeesh, sorry, Annie. I, uh, got a little carried away there.

Yeah, we should probably start filming. Is everyone ready to roll?

John?"

John Smith: "All set."

Datsa Wrap: "Cameron?"

A man with a movie camera head gives her a thumbs up.

Datsa Wrap: "Annie?"

Annie: "Y-yes..."

Datsa Wrap: "Alright. That leaves you, Mac. Are ya ready? If there's anything you need to do here, ya better get it done. I can't promise you'll be able to come back mid-filming."

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>Enter the Door

Once you clear Big-G's fallen body, you enter the door he was guarding.

You step into a smoke-filled office. A small collection of people sit around a large desk; each of them look over at you in shock as you enter. One particularly familiar face speaks up.

John Smith: "Hey there, neighbor! ...how'd you get in here?"

The lady behind the desk stands up. She seems to be a director's chair, with a stiff coat draped over the back, forming her "torso." Her "head" is a megaphone with a classy beret balanced precariously atop it. A cigar somehow hangs out of the megaphone, generating most of the smoke in the room.

???: "Well well well. Big-G couldn't keep ya out, huh? You must have some kinda moxie to bust up my security guy. I like that."

She extends a gloved hand(?), and you shake it in mild confusion. Her voice is brisk and businesslike, with a slight growl to it.

???: "Name's Wrap. Datsa Wrap, to be more precise. You may have heard of me."

You: "I have... but I thought-"

Datsa Wrap: "That I was a man? Heh, little trade secret there. People assumed I was a guy, and I've just never told em otherwise."

A huge figure, sitting in a dark corner, shifts uncomfortably. A bashful, feminine voice speaks.

???: "Miss Wrap... when are we going to start filming? I have a previous engagement back home, and I don't have many layers to spare."

Datsa Wrap: "Soon, soon. In the next layer or two. Right now...

I've got some negotiating to do."

John and the other inhabitants of the room seem confused.

John Smith: "Miss Wrap...?"

Miss Wrap walks over to you. She leans forwards, her cigar puffing smoke right in your face.

Datsa Wrap: "So. I like your style. You've clearly got the skills to pay the bills, as they say in showbiz. So, lemme ask ya something:

How would you like to be in pictures, mac?"

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>Big-G Round 2

Big-G: Level 13, Attack 6

Health: 24

You: Level 10, Attack 5

Health: 10

Purrgatory: Level 13, Attack 6

Health: 17

Round 2 - You: Use the Bowling Ball, Purr: De-Cube

You used the Bowling Ball!

The ridiculous jester hat vibrates with wild abandon; a ghostly, smiling face appears in your peripheral vision and winks.

Gear Effect: Tricky moves go first!

You muster up all your strength and roll the bowling ball at the downed bouncer...

With perfect comedic timing, he attempts to stand, only to step on the ball and immediately fall face flat into a pie that wasn't there earlier!

The collapsed bouncer is completely unable to get up!

Big-G: "Hey, HEY! That ain't fair! Fight me like a real man, chump!"

You and the cat, who has unfolded into her usual form, gently step over the indignant bouncer!

You Win!

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