Catalysts Play Open Heart: Chapter 4
Summary: The Catalysts, too impatient to wait a week for the next chapter, come up with an incredibly irresponsible and dangerous solution in order to start Chapter 4 of Open Heart. Meanwhile, Raj and Furball are on the roof, enjoying some ‘substances’ and having a deep chat...
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Note: The things in bold are scenes from the actual Choices chapter. Ian and Alyssa are my twin Endless Summer MCs, who I’ve given some additional abilities here (as in my script rewrite), mostly for rule of funny.
Warnings: Marijuana use (guess who). Also, discussions of childbirth and trauma, as was found in the actual Open Heart chapter.
“Dude… what’s it even like, being you? Y’know?” asked Raj.
He was sprawled out on a deck chair on the roof of the Celestial, smoking some weed he had brought from somewhere. Beside him, on the floor, lay Furball, on his belly with all of his limbs splayed out to the side, the open bottle of catnip in front of him. Every so often, the blue fox would look up, spray out a jet of ice at another piece of nearby furniture, then lay back down again. “Baaaarararmmm,” he answered, making a very un-Furball-ish noise.
“If I could do that… I’d… like, you could be your own air conditioner! Or, like, a great prankster… oh man, that’s the best idea!”
“Brriaaaaarr,” agreed Furball, freezing a decorative plant.
“...Wonder if they started the next chapter of that story yet. That was pretty fun last time. Man, Furball, you should join in for the next one!”
“Wraaaaaa…” Another blast of ice flash-froze Raj’s shoe, which he had kicked off onto the floor a while ago.
“You could join the drinking game too! Wait… can you… do you even… get drunk?”
“Briiii? Rarammm?” Furball looked at him quizzically, then turned and sneezed, freezing a few of the string lights overhead.
“Guess we never tested it. That does it, I’ve got some good stuff for you to try… Later, though. And maybe just a little bit, to start out with, huh?”
“Smrrrmr,” nodded Furball sagely, rolling over onto his back and breathing another stream of ice onto the other lounge chair.
“What would be your signature drink, I wonder? I’m thinkin’... like… definitely some blue curacao cuz, y’know,” Raj said, gesturing to Furball’s blue fur. “Over ice of course. Hmm, what else to add…”
As Raj continued talking to himself about Furball’s signature drink, the ice fox looked up at him for a moment, before laying back down on his back with a sigh. As he did so, he blew out another burst of icy breath-- that shot straight for the door to the stairs leading back down, freezing the handle solid. Raj looked over at the door for a moment. “Huh. Wonder what we’ll do about that…” he muttered vaguely, before settling back down into his chair. “Ah, it’ll fix itself later.” He looked back down at Furball. “Alright, now for the real question. If I had some kinda power like that, what d’you think I’d have?”
“Barrrrrrrmma,” Furball replied.
“Fire? Yeah, I can see that,” Raj answered. “Sure would make cooking easier…”
“Okay, has anyone seen Raj?” asked Michelle, walking briskly back into the lobby. Everyone was munching on a variety of snacks, mostly leftovers from the previous night’s dinner. “I’ve looked everywhere.”
“No, why, you gettin’ impatient, Maybelline?” asked Jake through a mouthful of shrimp.
“I mean, it is a pretty big resort,” Sean pointed out. “Maybe he fell asleep or something? I mean, it’s Raj, he wouldn’t do anything too crazy.”
“True,” admitted Michelle. “Still, I don’t want him to miss too much of the story! We’ve got to continue the next chapter soon.”
“After the way the last chapter ended? For sure!” agreed Diego.
Estela shook her head. “I don’t know. I’m excited to continue too, but-” She stopped talking as everyone but Ian stared at her incredulously. “What? I’m not allowed to enjoy a cheesy hospital story once in a while?” Craig started to laugh, but went silent when Estela fixed him with her trademark death glare. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
Jake held up his hands in surrender. “Hey, no objections here,” he assured her.
“Honestly, these chapters don’t take too long to get through,” Quinn pointed out. “It hasn’t been that much time. Let’s just go ahead and start, and Raj will probably come down later, right? We can catch him up on what he missed!”
Everyone muttered to each other for a few seconds, but finally agreed to continue. “Alright, I guess we’re doing this,” Michelle said, taking Quinn’s phone and opening up the app. She scrolled back to the Open Heart book… and stopped, frowning. “Oh no!” she exclaimed.
“Yaaaah!” screamed Craig, but Zahra didn’t react thanks to her earmuffs. “...Wait, what’s ‘oh no?’” he added after his brain caught up to the situation.
Michelle laughed and shook her head. “Nothing that serious,” she reassured him. “It’s just… this says the next chapter doesn’t release until next week!”
“Let me see!” said Diego, walking over and looking at the phone. “Huh, you’re right. That sucks.”
“...Diego, the screen is already available in the same location as before,” Varyyn told him.
Diego blushed, looking up at the projector screen, where, indeed, the phone screen was being shown as usual. “Oh. Yeah. Right.”
“Aww, but we can’t leave it there!” complained Quinn. “Not for a whole week!”
“We won’t even all be here next week!” groaned Jake. “Drinking games are a lot less fun by yourself, y’know.”
“...Are you speaking from experience?” Alyssa asked him. Jake blushed but said nothing.
“Well, what exactly do you propose we do about it?” demanded Aleister. “The chapter does not exist yet, and that is that. We can either leave this as it is, and be done with this ridiculous game, or begin a new story. We have no other choice.”
“...Actually,” said Jake, with a knowing look in his eye, “we do have another choice.” He shot a meaningful look at Alyssa and Ian.
It took a moment before everyone realized what he had in mind. “No. No way. Absolutely not,” said Sean incredulously.
“You want us to use our Vaanu powers… for this?” demanded Ian. “Jake, are you insane?!”
“Don’t be so boring, Ian,” Alyssa argued. “It’s genius!”
“More like ‘irresponsible’ and ‘dangerous!’”
“What are you, my father?”
The room erupted into shouting, with everyone quickly taking sides with one twin or the other regarding Jake’s ridiculous plan. After several minutes of this, Aleister stood up, pulled out a megaphone, and shouted, “CEASE THIS CACOPHONY AT ONCE!”
“...Where did you get a megaphone, and can I have one?” asked Craig. Zahra slapped him.
“I came prepared for just such an occasion,” Aleister explained. “Jacob, allow me to clarify. You wish for Alyssa and Ian to use their powers to irresponsibly manipulate the entire space-time continuum and reality itself… in order to continue playing a mobile game… a week early?!”
“I’ve never heard a stupider idea in my life, and I live with Craig,” Zahra said.
“Yeah!” agreed Craig, before frowning a few moments later. “...Wait…”
“Whoa, hang on, Malfoy, calm your knickers,” said Jake. “I didn’t mean all of reality. Just, like… a focused blast. Just on that phone. I don’t think any of you wanna miss an extra week of work, anyway.”
“I… guess that's more reasonable,” said Grace hesitantly.
“Oh, not you too!” complained Aleister.
Estela shrugged. “I… maybe,” she admitted. “Ian, you’ve aged objects before, it could probably work.”
“I dunno, it feels like a waste somehow,” Ian argued.
“The powers of Vaanu are not to be used lightly,” agreed Varyyn sagely.
Beside his husband, Diego pouted. “But just this once… it can’t hurt, right?”
“It’s my phone, and I’m okay with it,” said Quinn. “But if they age it to dust, the twins owe me a new phone.”
“That’s fair. Come on, Ian. It’ll be fun!” Alyssa said, making her best puppy-dog face at her brother.
Ian rolled his eyes. “That hasn’t worked in years, ‘Lyss, and it’s not gonna work now.”
“Not even from me?” asked Estela, winking at Alyssa before doing the same puppy-dog face.
Ian frowned. “Okay, that is completely unfair,” he complained.
“Well, guess we leave it up to the Time Twins,” Michelle said, glancing over at where Estela was rapidly wearing down her husband’s resolve. “But just a small burst, okay? One week.”
“We’ll be careful,” Alyssa assured her as Ian sighed and shook his head.
“Alright, Estela, you win,” he told her.
“Don’t I always?”
“Oh, FINE! Let us proceed to utterly BREAK REALITY because someone got slightly impatient for a PHONE GAME!” yelled Aleister dramatically. “Don’t blame me if the universe implodes into nothingness as a result. I am certain if Raj were here, he would be levelheaded enough to talk you all out of this utterly irresponsible and frankly RIDICULOUS scheme!”
Meanwhile, on the roof, Raj leaned over, running a hand along the now ice-coated floor. “What if I had time powers, like the twins…” he said to Furball. “I could, like… fast-forward time to make rollercoaster lines faster… or, watch new movies a week early… or make food cook itself instantly… The twins never do stuff like that, those dudes are missin’ out…”
“Brrrrmmmm,” agreed the blue fox.
Back in the lobby, Alyssa and Ian stood, holding hands, looking at Quinn’s phone on a nearby table, still attached to the projector cord. “Here goes nothing,” Ian said. “Three…”
“Two…” continued Alyssa.
“One!” the twins said simultaneously, concentrating. A burst of prismatic time energy emerged from their conjoined hands, flaring out for a moment before the twins clenched their free fists and focused the beam tighter, until it had zeroed in completely onto the phone. They held their focus for several seconds as the rest of the Catalysts and Varyyn watched with bated breath. Finally, the energy flared once around the phone before disappearing into it.
“Alright, anybody got any extra heads or anything?” asked Jake. “No? Told ya so, Slytherin.” Aleister crossed his arms disapprovingly but said nothing.
“Here you go, Quinn. Try it now,” said Alyssa, releasing her brother’s hand and passing the phone back to its owner.
Quinn took the phone and turned it over in her hand. “The case is a little more scratched up than before, and… what’s this weird orange stain?” She sniffed the phone gingerly. “It’s… taco sauce.”
“Aww, YES!” shouted Craig excitedly, pumping a fist into the air. “Does this mean we’re destined for a taco night sometime this week?!”
Quinn turned on the phone and started scrolling through her texts. Everyone caught a glimpse of a text from Michelle, filled with nothing but emojis, until Quinn hit the home button and it vanished. “Uh… I’ll look at those later,” she told the group. Jake raised an eyebrow at Michelle, but she just shook her head, lips sealed.
Quinn took another moment to navigate back to the Choices app, where she saw that, indeed, Open Heart now showed up as ‘Completed.’ “Wow. The whole book is finished,” she observed. “How far forward did you take this phone, anyway?”
Alyssa blushed. “Uh… maybe a little more than a week…” she admitted.
Ian sighed and gave his sister a knowing look. “You haven’t been practicing at all, have you?”
“I practiced! ...Once! ...A few months ago,” she admitted.
Quinn stood up and smiled. “Doesn’t matter now! We have the phone, nobody’s been time-warped or anything weird, and we have plenty of chapters to keep playing through!” she said brightly. “Michelle?”
Michelle paused for a moment, then shrugged and took the phone from Quinn. “Well, no turning back now,” she admitted. “Everybody got their drinks ready? Great, let’s get started!”
Content Warning: This chapter depicts sensitive topics relating to childbirth and trauma.
“That’s… ominous,” said Diego.
“I mean, it is a hospital, the ‘trauma’ part should be obvious,” said Zahra.
“We’re all adults here, we’ll be fine, right?” asked Jake.
Grace looked around nervously. “Uh… I’m a little nervous… I don’t do so well with blood and trauma,” she admitted.
Aleister put his arm around her somewhat awkwardly. “No need to fret. I shall summarize for you what happens if you wish to keep your eyes closed, should anything too… ‘descriptive’ occur.”
Grace smiled at him. “Thanks.”
Aleister shrugged. “Not that any of this matters anyway. We are all likely about to be consumed by a space-time rift any moment now…” he added, glaring daggers at Jake.
“Hey, don’t look at me, the twins were the ones who actually did it!”
Open Heart: Chapter 4
Dolores
“...Umbridge?” asked Diego.
“Probably not,” Ian told him.
“That would be a pretty random cameo,” Diego admitted.
“She was the irritating woman with the unpleasant personality, correct?” Varyyn asked his husband.
“Yep, that’s the one,” Diego said. “We had a Harry Potter marathon a few months ago,” he explained to the others.
A couple days later, you wake up to the enticing smell of someone frying up breakfast.
“Aww, this is really making me miss Raj,” Craig said. “He makes the best breakfasts! ...Hope he’s okay.”
“We’ll go look for him if he doesn’t turn up soon,” Michelle assured him, before continuing to play.
Landry: No! Just… delayed. What’s a seven-letter term for ‘colds that last a long time?’ Fourth letter is ‘A.’
“Flu!” shouted Craig.
“That is not seven letters, and there isn’t even an ‘A’ anywhere,” Zahra said, rolling her eyes.
“Oh! Uh…” Craig said, pondering for a moment. “What about ‘Flu, A Flu!’ That works, right?”
“...I guess? Technically?” said Diego.
But when the choices appeared, to no one but Craig’s surprise, ‘Flu, A Flu’ was not an option. “Aww, man,” said Craig.
“‘Ice Ages’ is the obvious choice here,” Grace pointed out.
Michelle shrugged. “You’re not wrong,” she said, picking the option in question.
Sienna: He keeps having to cancel. His work really demands a lot of him.
“Wait! Sienna’s boyfriend is always busy… and his name’s ‘Wayne…’” said Diego excitedly. “It’s Batman. Her boyfriend is definitely Batman!”
“Oh my God, that actually works!” agreed Ian, air-fiving Diego.
“Now that would be a pretty cool plot twist,” Estela admitted.
Jake chuckled. “Estela being a Batman fan, now that doesn’t surprise me,” he told her, and the rest of the group nodded in agreement.
Estela shrugged. “What can I say?”
Michelle clicked through to the next choice. “Ooh, I totally want to meet Batman!” yelled Craig. “Pick it, pick it, pick it!”
“I really doubt he’s actually Batman, but sure,” Michelle told him, and chose ‘Well, we can’t wait to meet him.’
Jackie shuffles into the living area, still half-asleep. She yawns, pours a mug of coffee, and takes a seat.
“Zahra. She’s totally Zahra,” Alyssa said.
“Not sure if that’s an insult or a compliment,” Zahra said, “but what the hell. Sure.”
Jackie: Last thing I remember is reading a textbook on my bed and then…
“Okay, Zahra’s personality, Grace’s love of textbooks,” Alyssa amended.
“What, are you implying I don’t read or something?” asked Zahra, annoyed. “I spent all afternoon in the damn library, you know!”
“True enough, but have you ever fallen asleep while reading a textbook?” asked Michelle. “Because I’m pretty sure Grace has.”
“Guilty,” Grace admitted.
Elijah: I hooked up the T.V. and stereo last night. We’re officially ready for a housewarming party!
“Now this is gonna be good!” said Craig. “As long as nobody freaks out over a tiger and ruins the whole thing.”
“That was one time,” groaned Ian.
MC!Michelle: A party sounds like…
“Umm, ‘a great idea,’ obviously!” said Quinn.
“Of course!” agreed Zahra, while Craig cheered again. Jake, Alyssa, Diego, and Varyyn all voiced their agreement as well.
“That settles it,” said Michelle, noting the obvious majority. “‘Great idea’ it is.”
Jackie: About Dr. Banerji. Word is, he just up and quit sometime yesterday.
“Whoa…” said Jake.
“The mystery deepens!” said Diego excitedly.
Michelle frowned. “I’m guessing this has something to do with the way the last chapter ended,” she said to herself. “Hope he’s okay.”
Jackie: Coffee is my breakfast.
Zahra laughed. “I like this girl!”
“True that,” agreed Jake.
“Oh, man,” said Craig, “this reminds me of this one time when I put coffee in my cereal instead of milk. That was not a good breakfast, let me tell ya…”
Several of the Catalysts mimed vomiting. “Okay, how and why did you do that?!” asked Diego, staring at Craig. “That’s...just... no.”
Craig shrugged. “In my defense, I was really drunk, and the coffee pot was sitting in the fridge where the milk was usually.”
“Craig, I told you I was gonna put it in there,” said Sean.
“Not my fault I was too drunk to remember that!”
“Okay, but the real question is… how did it taste?” asked Jake, leaning forward.
Craig shook his head. “You do not wanna know.”
“...And this conversation is officially DONE,” said Zahra.
Dr. Harper: Ethan…
MC!Michelle: (What do I do?)
“Get closer! Duh!” shouted Alyssa when the next choice appeared. “I want to know!”
“Alyssa, don’t you think we should respect their privacy, though?” asked Grace tentatively. “It’s not nice to eavesdrop.”
“Oh, come on, Grace. We’re not eavesdropping! We’re just moving closer so that we can overhear their conversation without them knowing about it!”
“...Alyssa, that’s literally what ‘eavesdropping’ means,” Ian pointed out.
“Well excuse me if I haven’t memorized the dictionary!”
“...You haven’t?” asked Aleister. “What on Earth have you been doing with your time?”
Michelle sighed. “I vote to respect their privacy… but we should, y’know, actually vote on this. Who wants to respect their privacy?”
“Come on, guys, let’s not be rude,” said Sean, as he raised his hand along with Michelle, Ian, Grace, Aleister and Quinn. Varyyn raised his hand as well, but then lowered it when he looked at Diego and saw that his hand wasn’t raised.
Michelle quickly counted the hands. “That’s six,” she said, frowning. “Just to be sure… who votes to get closer?” Alyssa, Jake, Estela, Zahra, Diego, and Varyyn (after Diego raised his) all raised their hands. “Wait, that’s six people too! Did somebody not vote?”
Everyone stared expectantly at Craig. “...What?” he asked when he noticed this.
“You forgot to vote!” Zahra told him.
“Oh! Oh, yeah. What did Sean vote again?”
“I said ‘respect their privacy,’” Sean told him.
“Okay, yeah, that’s my vote too.”
“Why not ask to follow my vote?” Zahra asked him, annoyed.
“Because Sean’s my bro, bro! And y’know, ‘bros before…’” He stopped before he could finish the sentence when he noticed Zahra's death glare. “...Uh. It’s just a thing people say.”
“Anyway!” exclaimed Michelle brightly before Zahra could find a way to get Craig to vote her way, “looks like ‘respecting their privacy’ wins. Moving on!” She selected the relevant option.
Kyra: Hey there, doc!
You turn to see Bryce wheeling Kyra down the hall on a bed.
Quinn started fanning herself with her hand. “Kyra and Bryce? Oh, my poor heart…”
“If there’s an option to flirt with both of them, we’re definitely taking it,” declared Sean.
“Fair enough,” agreed Michelle. “Though I would’ve done it anyway.”
Bryce: A lobectomy, assisted by yours truly.
“A lo-ba-da what now?” asked Alyssa.
“‘Lobectomy,’” clarified Aleister. “The surgical removal of a-”
“A lobe of the lung,” interrupted Michelle. “Aleister, you’re not the only one who knows these things, you know. I am a medical student.”
“Ah. You are correct,” admitted Aleister, blushing a faint shade of red. “My utmost apologies.”
MC!Michelle: Kyra! You’re having a lobe of your lung removed today?
“Whaddya know, Peacock Feathers was right,” said Jake.
“Well, of course,” Michelle said, smirking. “You all should know that by now.”
Kyra: I know, right? It happened kinda fast after the C.T. results came back.
“Craig’s Tacos!” yelled Craig excitedly. Silence. “No? Aww… but we’re having the Taco Party of Destiny this week! Quinn’s phone proves it!”
Quinn shrugged, turning her phone over in her hand. “Well, seeing as we sent it even further forward in time… it could probably be any time this month, or even later,” she pointed out.
“Anyway, C.T. stands for Computerized…” said Michelle, before her voice trailed off and she frowned. “Huh. To be honest, I have no idea.”
Jake shook his head, amused. “She doesn’t know a medical question?!” he asked, mock-astonished. “I think this calls for a drink.” The others looked at him expectantly. “ ...Y’all!” he added.
“We always just say ‘C.T. scan,’” Michelle admitted. “I honestly don’t know what it stands for.”
“‘Computerized Tacos?’” suggested Craig.
“What is it with you and tacos all of a sudden?” asked Zahra.
“Taco Party of Destiny, remember?”
“May I?” asked Aleister. Michelle nodded. “Very well. It stands for ‘Computerized Tomography.’”
Michelle smiled at him. “Thanks, Aleister. That’s it!”
“Wait, did he really say ‘Computerized Taco-graphy?’”
Everyone ignored Craig.
MC!Michelle: (What do I do?)
“FLIRTY!” yelled Quinn, uncharacteristically loudly.
“Wow. That was impressive,” said Michelle. “‘Flirty’ it is!”
“Aren’t we going to vote?” asked Aleister.
Michelle shook her head. “You know ‘flirty’ would win anyway, since that’s the option that lets them drink,” she told him.
“She’s got a point,” admitted Grace.
“Drink, y’all!”
MC!Michelle: But if you do see any warm, bright lights while you’re under… I’m going to need you to remember this face and turn the hell around.
Instinctively, everyone’s gazes turned to Alyssa and Ian. “...What are you staring at?” asked Alyssa.
Ian sighed and looked into Estela’s eyes. “Honestly, sounds about right,” he told the group. “While I was with Vaanu, it was her who kept me… ‘me.’ If that makes any sense at all.”
“Of course it does, mi amor,” said Estela, pulling him into a tight hug.
“Barf,” said Zahra.
“You know you like it,” said Craig, pulling her into a very similar hug. She playfully pushed him away.
“Just glad you’re home, Princess,” Jake told his wife, a huge, genuine smile on his face.
“You’re flirty when you’re drunk,” Alyssa observed.
“What are you talkin’ about? I’m flirty all the time.”
His wife sighed. “You’re not wrong…”
Bryce: Sorry, Dr. Nguyen, but I have to get Ms. Santana here to the O.R.
“Oh! I really do know this one!” yelled Craig excitedly. “That one means ‘Operating Room!’”
Everyone stared, dumbstruck and utterly at a loss for words, at Craig. Zahra grabbed her glass of whiskey and emptied the entire thing into her mouth.
“...What?” asked Craig.
“You… you got that one right!” exclaimed Michelle, astonished.
“Well, yeah, I’ve heard doctors and stuff say that one before,” Craig explained. “Like when I was in there after I broke my...uh, I think spleen? They told me not to play football but I didn’t listen.”
“...Did you have mono?” asked Michelle.
“Yeah, but like, I didn’t feel that sick, so I figured I could still play--”
Michelle sighed. “God dammit, Craig,” she muttered incredulously, shaking her head. “You idiot.” Zahra nodded in agreement as she refilled her glass.
“Craig getting an acronym right. Let’s toast to that!” declared Jake, raising his whiskey glass for a toast. The others raised their own glasses before each taking another sip, including Craig himself.
MC!Michelle: Bryce, just one more thing…
“Damn, I like both these options,” said Sean.
“I suppose that means this calls for a vote,” said Aleister. ‘Take care of her for me’ won by a close margin, 7-6.
Dr. Zaid: Get down to the E.R. and see if they need any patients admitted!
“‘Exciting Room?’” guessed Craig.
“...Aaaaaand we’re back to normal,” snarked Zahra. “Also, no.”
“It’s actually ‘Emergency Room,’” Michelle clarified.
“At least he was half right,” put in Grace.
“But emergencies are exciting! Doesn’t that count?” asked Craig. Zahra shook her head. “Aww…”
Intern: Hi, Aurora! I brought you a cappuccino--
Aurora: I drink tea.
“Geez, what’s her problem?” asked Sean. “Rude.”
“For sure,” agreed Michelle.
“She needs to lose the stick up her ass,” agreed Jake. Then the next choice appeared, and Jake laughed so hard that whiskey flew out of his nose.
Alyssa fell out of her chair laughing at the sight. “Holy shit, that was amazing,” she said through her laughter.
“Damn, Ariel, maybe your phone is psychic,” Jake said to Quinn. “Can we pick it? Please?”
“We’ve gotta vote,” Michelle reminded him.
“Oh yeah.”
But when the vote was called, ‘What’s up your butt?’ won unanimously, likely due to Jake’s reaction.
Aurora: Funny. That’s what I had to ask my last patient. It was a model train.
“PFFFFFFFFFTBWAHAHAHAA!” bellowed Craig, incredibly loudly. “Holy shit!”
“That was amazing,” laughed Zahra, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Okay, I love this story,” said Jake through his own laughter. “Even if it does predict me sometimes.”
“I still do not understand why butts are funny,” admitted Varyyn.
Diego shrugged and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “Love you anyway,” he told his husband.
MC!Michelle: Pretty quiet down here…
“Alright, whoever says ‘how boring’ is an insensitive prick,” said Michelle when the choices appeared.
“Why would anyone say that?” asked Alyssa. “Isn’t it a good thing to have less work?”
“Lazybones,” Jake said, laughing.
“Should we not vote on this choice as well--” Aleister began to say.
“Nope!” Michelle said, cutting him off as she selected ‘That’s great!’
Aurora: What are you even talking about? There are no good cases.
“Insensitive prick alert!” shouted Zahra.
Paramedic: Dolores Hudson, office fire. Her coworkers evacuated in time, but she’s pregnant and couldn’t move fast enough.
“Ah! ‘Dolores!’” exclaimed Varyyn excitedly, a sharp contrast to the ominous music playing. “That is the title of the chapter!”
“Yep, it is,” said Diego, nodding.
“Hope she’s okay…” muttered Michelle, as she continued the story.
When the next choice came up, she looked back at the rest of the group for confirmation. “All you,” Ian assured her.
Michelle thought for a moment, then chose the ‘How long has she been unconscious?’ option.
Paramedic: Elevated B.P., but she and the baby both have strong heartbeats.
“Wait, isn’t that a gas station?” asked Craig.
“...Yeah,” admitted Zahra. “But I don’t think--”
“I know what happened!” he exclaimed. “The lady was ‘elevated’ on the gas station roof and tried to jump off it to test a parachute made of paper and duct tape because someone bet her ten bucks!”
Silence. “I… um… what,” said Michelle finally.
“That was oddly specific,” said Zahra.
Craig paused for a moment. “Well, okay, that did kinda happen to me once. I just broke my ankle instead. Also it was a Shell.”
“Why am I not surprised?” asked Alyssa.
“Blood Pressure, not BP gas station,” Zahra clarified for Craig. “Even I know that one.”
“...Oh.”
Aurora: Smoke inhalation? It’s all yours. I’ll wait for something interesting.
“WHOAAAAAAAAAAAA!” the entire group exclaimed at once, outraged.
“What a horrible person,” Ian said.
“She’s a person, not a goddamn science experiment,” said Michelle, scowling at the screen. “‘Interesting’ my ass.”
“We gotta do something!” said Sean, as on-screen, Michelle’s character agreed to take the patient’s case. “Good!”
MC!Michelle: So… you ran into a raging inferno to save a pregnant woman?
“Wow, when she puts it that way, this guy sounds like an action hero,” said Diego admiringly.
“He does seem like a great guy,” agreed Quinn.
MC!Michelle: I like to think…
“DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMN!” hollered Zahra when the full-body picture of the paramedic appeared.
“The man on the screen resembles you, Diego,” said Varyyn.
Diego blushed and looked down at his feet. “Well, uh, ...maybe? If I were like, 30 times more badass?”
“Just as you are now, then,” Varyyn said.
“I think at this point we should all be saying ‘I’d be that brave,’” declared Jake. “Given the bullshit we’ve all been through by now.”
“You do have a fair point,” admitted Aleister. “Michelle?”
“Jake’s not wrong,” Michelle admitted, selecting the option.
Rafael: Rafael Aveiro.
“Wait, is he a Ninja Turtle?” asked Ian excitedly. “This keeps getting better!”
“That would be awesome!” agreed Diego. “So he’s secretly a Ninja Turtle, Sienna’s boyfriend is secretly Batman…”
“BEST. CROSSOVER. EVER.”
“By the way… drink, y’all,” said Jake. Michelle looked at him expectantly. “Oh, come on, you’re gonna pick it,” he insisted, until finally she relented and chose the flirtatious ‘Pretty often, I hope’ choice.
MC!Michelle: (Everyone must love Mrs. Martinez.)
“True that!” shouted Estela. “She’s the best.”
“Ha, even Dr. Ramsey likes her,” said Alyssa.
Michelle laughed. “If he likes someone, then everyone does,” she commented.
Dr. Ramsey: I care for the wellbeing of the people who’ve entrusted their care to me, Rookie. That’s all.
“Huh. That’s weirdly thoughtful,” Zahra said.
“Compared to Aurora, at least he cares for his patients,” Michelle agreed. “Even if he can be abrasive sometimes.”
“I don’t know about you,” said Grace hesitantly, “but I’d prefer a doctor who cared about their patients and was kinda mean to his coworkers than the other way around.”
“Agreed,” said Sean.
Dr. Ramsey: Did you just say Dolores Hudson?
MC!Michelle: Yes?
Dr. Ramsey: I’m coming with you.
“Ooh, the plot thickens!” shouted Diego. “Wonder if they know each other.”
“Could be,” said Quinn.
“Oh!” exclaimed Grace excitedly. “What if this is related to why Dr. Banerji quit yesterday?”
Michelle nodded. “That’s definitely possible,” she agreed.
Dolores: Ethan!
Dr. Ramsey: Dolores! What have you gotten yourself into this time?
“CALLED IT!” crowed Diego triumphantly.
Dr. Ramsey: Dolores was my very first patient when I was an intern.
MC!Michelle: Wow! Dolores, was he always so…
“Wait…” said Zahra, frowning as she read the choices, “are they really letting us flirt with Dr. Ramsey?!”
“Looks like it,” said Quinn. “I mean, not directly, but…”
“Drink, y’all!” exclaimed Jake. Craig immediately took a sip.
“Wait, wait, we haven’t voted yet!” protested Michelle. “I’d rather not flirt with Dr. Ramsey, of all people…”
Aleister stood up at the word ‘voted’ and began counting everyone’s votes. “It would appear ‘Mean’ won, 8-5,” he declared.
Craig frowned. “Aww, man… does that mean I have to put my drink back in the cup?” He started attempting to make himself vomit.
Zahra quickly slapped him. “Uh, no,” she admonished. “Just… drink it normally!”
“Oh, okay.”
Your Stethoscope: Listen to her breathing.
“Okay, ‘drink, y’all’ for real this time,” Jake said.
Craig started to take another drink, but Zahra put her hand over his cup. “No fair cheating, you drank on the last one,” she reminded him. Craig frowned but set the cup down anyway.
“Was that really the first single-option choice in the chapter?” asked Estela. “Huh.”
MC!Michelle: (What do I say?)
“Dr. Ramsey has friends?” shouted Jake incredulously. “That’s both my actual reaction and my vote for this choice.”
“Wasn’t expecting Dolores to get a full picture,” Quinn said. “That’s nice! And my vote goes for ‘That’s so sweet.’”
“Guess she stood up fast just like Kyra,” Diego pointed out upon seeing the photo of Dolores standing.
Aleister stood up, getting ready to take everyone’s votes. “If you don’t mind, Aleister, could I… maybe… do the vote?” asked Grace hesitantly. Aleister smiled and sat back down. “Okay, uh… who votes ‘That’s so sweet?’” Grace asked the group. Quinn, Diego, Varyyn, Ian, Sean, and Grace herself all raised their hands. “And ‘Dr. Ramsey has friends?’” Jake, Alyssa, Estela, Craig, Zahra, Aleister, and Michelle all raised their hands. Grace quickly counted their votes. “Looks like the second choice won,” she said.
Michelle smiled at Grace. “Nice job,” she assured her, before going ahead and picking the option in question.
Dr. Ramsey: Careful, rookie…
“Oh man, I forgot he was actually still in the room!” laughed Zahra. “This just got even better!”
Dolores: I just really wish I hadn’t lost that stuffed frog.
MC!Michelle: I have an idea!
“Okay, this being a diamond choice makes even less sense than the ‘sneaking away with Bryce’ scene last chapter!” complained Alyssa.
“But… she looks so sad,” Quinn said. “We have to buy it!”
Jake shrugged. “That’s up to Michelle. But either way… totally unnecessary diamond choice… so, drink, y’all!”
As everyone sipped their drink of choice, Michelle looked around at the others. “Sorry, Quinn,” she said, “but this is only the first diamond option, and I think we should wait.”
Quinn frowned. “Aww… that’s okay. Go ahead!” Michelle turned down the diamond choice and continued through the story.
You hand him the labs. His face falls as he reads them.
MC!Michelle: She has serious preeclampsia. Her baby’s in trouble, isn’t it?
“Oh…” said Michelle. “That explains the hypertension, at least…”
“‘Pree-what-now?’” asked Craig. “‘Hyper-what-now?’ Slow down, Meech.”
Michelle shook her head. “Hypertension means high blood pressure,” she explained to him, “and preeclampsia is a dangerous condition that can occur during pregnancy. One of the main symptoms is elevated BP.”
“That’s ‘blood pressure,’ not the gas station,” Zahra reminded him.
Craig frowned. “I know that now…”
“Oh no,” said Grace suddenly, “this probably won’t end well… Remember the warning from the beginning of the chapter?”
Everyone’s eyes widened as they realized what Grace meant. “I really hope you’re wrong,” said Sean, “I like Dolores!”
“That’s the job, though,” said Michelle. “It’s hard, but we’re all taught to always be aware that we’ll never be able to save everyone.”
Diego shook his head. “I don’t know how you do it, Michelle,” he told her, “but I could never handle that kind of pressure. That’s for sure.” The others all nodded their agreement.
“Thanks, Diego. Guess I just… do.” Michelle smiled as she continued the story.
Dr. Ramsey: This is the job, Rookie. Come on.
“Whoa, that’s like what you just said!” said Alyssa excitedly.
“Ha, yep, guess so…”
MC!Michelle: I should tell her…
“Aah! Timed choice!” yelled Craig when the next choice appeared. Michelle quickly selected ‘Gently’ before the timer could run out.
MC!Michelle: The bloodflow to the placenta is slowing. It could soon deprive your baby of vital nutrients and oxygen.
Dr. Ramsey: Your baby is at risk.
“Oh no…” moaned Grace.
“I have a bad feeling about this…” said Varyyn.
“Alright, points for the Star Wars reference, but I’m genuinely worried,” Diego said. “God, I hope we’re wrong about this. Maybe they just put in that warning as a prank? Like, April Fools?”
“Diego… it’s March,” Alyssa reminded him.
“But you two sent Quinn’s phone into the future, right? So this chapter could be from April! ...C’mon, let me have my hope,” he told her. Then he thought about this for a moment. “Wait, hang on, if the phone was sent into the future, then… Hey, Michelle, are there any photos on there from my birthday?”
Michelle sighed. “I don’t think this is really the time,” she told him. “Besides, I think we’re already messing with the space-time continuum enough as it is.”
Diego’s face fell. “Aww… you’re right.”
MC!Michelle: Babies delivered at twenty-six weeks have a good chance of survival.
Dolores: A… a chance?
“Oh, please tell me we can save the baby!” said Sean. “That’s not fair.”
“We’d better be able to save them,” Estela said, literally at the edge of her seat with tension.
MC!Michelle: He’ll have to spend some time in the N.I.C.U., and yes, there’s risk of post-birth complications--
Everyone looked at Craig expectantly. “Any ideas?” asked Zahra.
Craig thought for a moment. “Uh… ‘Nine Interns Carrying… U-tacos,’” he finished lamely. “What? There wasn’t a ‘T’!”
“Points for effort, anyway,” said Jake, as everyone laughed.
“Hey, at least it lightened the mood!” Ian pointed out. “Thanks, Craig.”
“No problem, bro!”
Dr. Ramsey: I’m taking over this case. You’re… not ready for it.
“That doesn’t seem like a good idea,” said Michelle, frowning. “He’s too personally attached to her.”
“Wouldn’t that be a good thing?” asked Alyssa, curious. “To have a doctor who knows you personally?”
“Not in this kind of situation,” Michelle explained. “It’s better to have less of an attachment when a case is serious.”
“Huh. Never thought of it that way.”
Through the window, you spot Kyra, asleep after surgery.
MC!Michelle: She looks so peaceful. Everything went well with the lobectomy?
Bryce: Flawlessly.
“Oh, thank god,” said Grace, letting out the breath she’d been holding. “At least Kyra is okay.”
“With everything with Dolores, I’d completely forgotten about Kyra!” Sean admitted. “Uh… whoops.”
Michelle smiled. “Yeah, I’m gonna have to agree with my character self on this one, it’s about time we got some good news in this chapter.”
When the next choice appeared, it was a perfectly unanimous vote to hug Bryce, which Michelle did. “And… drink, y’all,” declared Jake.
“A toast to Kyra’s good health!” said Aleister, raising his glass.
Everyone stared at him. “Wait, since when were you drinking with us?” asked Zahra. “Not that I’m complaining.”
“Don’t sound so surprised,” he huffed. “I do enjoy a stiff glass of bourbon now and again.” At everyone’s continued dumbfounded expressions, he raised his glass again. “Well? A toast, or no?”
“A toast!” exclaimed Estela, who was the first to snap out of it. She raised her glass of water as the others followed suit with their drinks (or glasses of water for those who weren’t involved in the drinking game).
Bryce: Wanna hit up this concert with me? It should be fun. And it looks like you could seriously use a pick-me-up.
Purchasing this premium outfit gets you a night on the town with Bryce!
“She… er, I mean me… has great fashion sense,” said Michelle upon seeing the image of the premium outfit.
“Does this count as a drink?” asked Craig.
Jake shrugged. “Outfits cost money in real life, so I’m gonna say no. Sorry.”
“Even so,” said Michelle, “are we buying it or not? I’m going with yes, but it’s up to the vote.”
“Absolutely!” said Quinn. “We’ve got to do it!”
“I agree,” said Sean.
Alyssa frowned. “What if there’s another choice to come, though? We should save our money.”
“You mean our money?” Grace reminded her. “We don’t mind paying!”
“I know, but still…”
Aleister stood up and held out his hands. “Wait a moment, everyone, we must do this properly. Who votes to purchase the premium choice?” Michelle, Quinn, Sean, Estela, Diego, and Varyyn all raised their hands. “Who votes to decline?” The rest of the group raised their hands, and Aleister did a quick head count. “It appears we have our answer. I apologize, Michelle.”
“It’s no problem,” said Michelle, reluctantly turning down the outfit. “Majority rules.”
Bryce: I hope it works out with your patient.
“Me too,” moaned Grace. “I’m nervous…”
“I feel you,” Diego said to her. “That warning at the beginning has me a little paranoid.”
Your Pager: Read the message.
“Finally! There aren’t nearly enough of these in this chapter,” said Craig excitedly, as he took a sip of his drink.
“Hey, Drax, not so fast! I didn’t even say it yet,” Jake said, making a face at Craig.
Alyssa laughed and shoved Jake lightly. “Wow, didn’t know you cared so much about your ‘line,’” she said to him.
“I care about plenty of stuff, Princess. Like you.” Alyssa blushed as he added, “Drink, y’all!”
MC!Michelle: (I slept through a page about Dolores! She’s been taken to emergency surgery!)
“Oh no,” said Grace.
“They’d better save the baby,” said Estela, scowling at the screen.
Dr. Ramsey: Dolores had a seizure. Full eclampsia. We had no choice but to deliver the baby. It’s fifty-fifty he’ll survive the night.
Michelle and Grace both gasped at the words ‘Full eclampsia.’ “What happened? What does that mean?” asked Diego, covering his eyes for some reason despite it being a text-based app.
“Judging by your expression, nothing good,” Quinn said to Michelle.
Michelle frowned. “No, it’s not,” she agreed. “It’s exactly what it sounds like. Seizures during pregnancy as a result of preeclampsia.”
“Please be okay…” muttered Sean.
MC!Michelle: And Dolores?
Dr. Ramsey: She died.
“NO!” shouted Estela, as she stared at the screen in shock along with the rest of the group.
“No… no, no, no,” said Grace.
“I thought it was the baby that was in danger!” Ian said. “I didn’t think Dolores…”
Michelle shook her head sadly. “Eclampsia is incredibly dangerous to the mother, too…” she muttered, half to herself. “But… in this type of story, I didn’t think… didn’t think they’d actually do it…”
“It’s not real, Michelle,” said Quinn softly, a tear dripping down her face. “It’s just a story.”
“I know that. It’s just… things like this do happen. Maybe it’s just a little more real to me, but…” Her voice trailed off, and she crossed over to Quinn and pulled her into a tight hug. “God, am I really getting this worked up?”
Quinn rubbed her back gently. “It’s okay.”
“Talk about whiplash,” Jake muttered. “Gotta say, didn’t really expect anything this real in a story like this.”
“That likely does explain the emotional shock the others are experiencing,” declared Aleister, though a slight tremble in his voice betrayed the fact that he wasn’t immune from the ‘emotional shock’ either. “It is one thing to go into a work of fiction expecting tragedy, but another thing entirely when it is unexpected.” He wrapped an arm around Grace protectively, as she buried her face into his side.
“Uh… that lamp… still looks like a pinecone,” said Craig lamely, but no one laughed. “Sorry, just tryin’ to lighten the mood.”
“Let’s… let’s just continue,” said Zahra, probably the most composed out of the group. “We’ve gotta know what happens to the baby.”
Michelle nodded. Pulling away from Quinn, she picked up the phone again and continued clicking through as everyone watched with bated breath.
You enter the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit and approach the incubator.
Newborn: …
Your heart tightens as you read the tiny newborn’s nametag: Ethan Hudson.
“Oh, so that’s what it stands for,” said Craig, trying to cheer everyone up again. “At least it was better than my guess.”
“Did she… name the baby after Dr. Ramsey?” asked Quinn. “Aww… that’s so sad…”
MC!Michelle: Do you mind if I sit with him tonight?
“That’s so nice,” said Grace, sniffling a little. “At least you’re there to look out for little Ethan. I hope he’s okay…”
“He’d better be,” agreed Estela.
“We can’t lose the mom and the baby! We’ve gotta be able to save him,” said Sean. “We’ve got to.”
Dr. Ramsey: Would you mind if I joined you?
“ABSOLUTELY,” said Estela firmly. “How could anyone not--” Her voice cut off as the diamond choice was revealed. “Are you kidding me?!”
“Good thing we saved our diamond choice, huh, Michelle?” asked Alyssa. “We’ve got to do this!”
Aleister shrugged. “Is there any purpose at all in taking a vote at this point?” he asked. “I do believe we are all in agreement on this one?” Everyone nodded their assent.
“Thanks,” said Michelle, smiling weakly. “Thanks, everyone.” She went ahead and selected the diamond choice.
Dr. Ramsey: The first patient I lost… was in my fourth week. I didn’t make any mistakes. He had stage four metastatic melanoma. He just… fought like hell and lost.
“Wow,” breathed Ian. “Wow…”
“It’s like I said,” Michelle told him. “We can’t save everyone. It’s sad, but true.” She looked down at the floor for a moment. “I’m dreading the day it happens to me. That’s one part of residency I’m not looking forward to.”
“Yeah, I’ll stick to teaching, thanks,” Diego said. “That’s just too much for me.”
Varyyn patted his husband on the back. “As she said before, not everyone can be healers. I cannot imagine that an entire village of only healers would be very successful.”
Michelle nodded. “He’s right, it’s not for everyone,” she assured him, “and that’s okay! Besides, we need professors too.”
“And video game designers!” interjected Craig. “Those are important! ...Right?”
“Uh… yeah, sure,” Zahra muttered. “Sure they are.”
“I think your games are awesome, man,” Sean told Craig. “Don’t listen to her.”
“Hey! Whose side are you on?!” demanded Zahra.
MC!Michelle: …
“Mind if I take this one?” Michelle asked when the next choice appeared. “I’m actually very curious to hear the answer to the first choice.” Everyone nodded in agreement, and she went ahead and selected ‘Does it ever get easier?’
Dr. Ramsey: Grieving a lost patient isn’t a weakness. Good doctors should value life. For itself. I’d be more concerned if you weren’t upset.
“That’s… actually a really good way of looking at it,” said Quinn. “If a doctor doesn’t value life, then why are they even a doctor in the first place?”
“Good point,” Michelle agreed. “I guess our emotions are what make us human.
“But the problem wasn’t being upset about losing the patient,” said Alyssa, frowning, “the problem was losing her in the first place! We should’ve kept that from happening! We should be better than this!”
Michelle shook her head. “People generally don’t live forever, Alyssa,” she reminded her. “As much as I’d like to be some kind of perfect super-doctor who saves everyone… I won’t be able to, and I’ve accepted that.”
“Some choices must last,” reminded Varyyn sagely, thinking of his mother.
“Ugh. Life isn’t fair,” sighed Alyssa. “You’re right.”
“He usually is,” Diego told her, and Varyyn smiled at him.
MC!Michelle: But…
“Wow, all of these choices suck,” said Zahra.
“Princess literally just said one of them earlier,” Jake observed. “Maybe we should go with that?”
“Huh? No I didn’t,” said Alyssa.
Ian pointed at the screen. “You said, and I quote, ‘We should be better than this!’”
“Oh. Right. Guess I did…”
“The third choice is even sadder,” Grace said. “She was his friend. Doesn’t that make it worse?”
“That was sort of my point about doctors not taking care of patients that they’re too attached to,” Michelle told her. “You’re right. It would make it a lot harder.”
“I suppose we should vote, then,” said Aleister, his voice noticeably softer than usual. “Shall we?”
‘I need to be better than this’ ended up winning, 6-2-5.
Dr. Ramsey: There are doctors with unlimited patience. I’m not one of them.
“You know… when Michelle says that out loud… it’s a lot funnier,” said Diego.
Everyone laughed weakly. “Ha. True,” Ian admitted. “‘Unlimited patients!’”
“There’s another Star Wars quote I could use here, but we already saw Dr. Ramsey doesn’t like those…”
He swallows and looks at Dolores’s baby. His eyes are red.
MC!Michelle: (What do I do?)
“You know, as much as I really didn’t like his attitude at first… that was a surprisingly insightful conversation,” Michelle said. “It makes sense. Patients absolutely should come first.”
“I… guess so,” Zahra admitted. “He’s still an ass though.”
“Even asses can get emotional sometimes, especially with a situation like this,” said Sean. “He needs us right now.”
“Asses are people too,” agreed Alyssa.
“Besides, asses do sometimes have a heart deep down, as we all know,” Jake said, looking pointedly at Aleister.
Aleister scowled. “What on Earth does my posterior have to do with any of this?!” he demanded, looking utterly bewildered.
“Aleister, you have a fine posterior,” Grace reassured him, then blushed and covered her mouth immediately when she realized what she’d said. “Wait, no, that came out wrong!”
“Heh, you two said ‘posterior,’” Craig pointed out.
Everyone laughed at the ridiculousness of the conversation, and the mood in the room instantly lightened. “God, I love you guys,” said Diego warmly.
“I’m not always glad you’re my brother, I admit, but that was amazing,” Estela told Aleister through her laughter.
Aleister stared, completely confused. “I still do not understand-”
“Nor do I, Aleister,” Varyyn reassured him.
Once the laughter had died down enough to continue, Michelle looked back at the screen. “Should we choose now?” she asked them. “I think we should choose ‘touch his hand,’ but we can put it to a vote-”
“No vote necessary, I think we’d all agree with that one,��� said Quinn, looking around at the others as they all nodded their agreement. “See?”
“That was easy,” said Michelle as she selected the option.
MC!Michelle: This doesn’t taste like cafeteria coffee!
Dr. Ramsey: This is from my private coffee machine. As soon as I got an office, I vowed never to drink that caffeinated dishwater again.
“Oh my god. That is brilliant,” said Michelle.
“Is hospital coffee really that bad?” asked Jake curiously. “I mean, it can’t be worse than barracks coffee, right?”
“Let’s just say ‘caffeinated dishwater’ is an understatement.”
MC!Michelle: He made it!
Dr. Ramsey: And he’s getting stronger.
“Thank god!” exclaimed Estela, as everyone sighed in relief.
“Glad Ethan is okay!” said Quinn. “Er, baby Ethan. Though Dr. Ramsey is probably okay too.”
“I just hope someone will be able to take care of the baby,” Grace said. “Ooh, what if Dr. Ramsey ends up adopting him?”
“Awww!” said Quinn. “I hope so!”
You and your friends join the growing crowd of medical interns clustered in front of Harper. Ethan stands behind her, arms folded.
“Yep. He’s definitely back to normal,” snarked Zahra.
Dr. Emery: Instead of filling that role, we will be selecting one young doctor to train as a junior fellow.
“Wow. Seriously?!” asked Michelle to nobody in particular.
MC!Michelle: Did I just hear that right?
“Wow. That was pretty much your actual reaction,” commented Alyssa.
“What do y’all think about adding another rule: drink whenever the character Michelle reacts basically the same way as real Michelle?” suggested Jake.
“Hell yeah,” said Zahra.
Jake shrugged. “Alright then… drink, y’all!”
Dr. Ramsey: We will be ranking you daily. The best performing intern at the end of your first year will be selected.
“Holy shit, this got real competitive, real fast,” observed Alyssa. “We’d better win!”
“Sounds like a good idea for a reality show,” joked Diego. “Oh! Imagine an America’s Most Eligible spin-off! ‘AME: Hospital Edition.’”
“That sounds either really awful, or really entertaining,” Michelle said. “Awfully entertaining?”
“Like in a ‘so-bad-it’s-good’ way? I’d watch that,” Alyssa told her.
“I’d watch you watching that, ‘Lyss,” Ian said, laughing.
“Watch-ception!” said Diego.
“Oh! Like, how watching one watching something is similar to dreaming about dreaming, as a reference to the film ‘In-ception!’” Varyyn yelled excitedly, a little too loudly. “I understood that!”
Diego kissed him on the cheek. “I’m so proud of you,” he said with a huge grin on his face. “But it’s a real shame we haven’t done our MCU marathon yet, because you missed the perfect opportunity for another reference…”
Who will enter the competition? And can your friendships survive the heat? Keep playing to find out!
“Oh, we are definitely going to enter… and win,” said Estela fiercely.
“Well, then that settles it, because nobody beats Estela in anything,” Ian told the group. “We’ve got this one for sure.”
“This story just went from ‘good’ to ‘freakin’ awesome,’” Craig said. “It is ON!” Then he frowned. “Uh… but we might need the science nerds for this.”
Zahra laughed and clapped him on the back. “You’re not wrong. At least they’re all on our side, huh?” she said, looking from Aleister and Grace to Michelle, then to Ian.
Sean smiled at his best friend. “Craig, trust me: if this was a sports-related competition, they’d need you just as badly,” he reassured him.
“And you’d need me for a movie-related one!” said Diego. “I’d be unstoppable! Oh, man, we’ve got to have a ‘Scene It’ contest sometime, by the way.”
“Sure, but I’m on your team,” Alyssa immediately said. “I call dibs!”
“Who is ‘dibs?’” asked Varyyn. “And why are you calling them?”
As Diego started explaining the concept of ‘dibs’ to Varyyn, Michelle crossed her arms and frowned. “Alright, we just played through another chapter... after tying space and time into knots... and still no sign of Raj. Where the hell is he?!”
Ian stood up to get everyone’s attention. “She’s got a point,” he said, but no one besides Estela and Michelle paid any attention to him over the din of conversation. “We should break to look for him… uh… guys? Hello?”
Estela stood up, strode over to where Aleister and Grace were sitting deep in conversation, and grabbed Aleister’s megaphone. “EVERYONE, SHUT IT!” she yelled into the megaphone at the top of her lungs.
That got everyone’s attention.
Ian smiled at his wife gratefully. “That was awesome. Thanks.” Then he turned to address the group. “Look, Raj is still missing, and it’s been two whole chapters so far. I’m thinking we should break for now, and split up and look for him. I’m worried he fell asleep somewhere or something.”
“Good idea,” agreed Sean. “Let’s all pick an area to look, and we’ll meet back here in an hour.”
“Great plan. Alright, let’s do it…”
Meanwhile, on the roof, Raj stared at the icy doorknob, frowning. “Dude, how does this not melt… is that like, one of your powers?” he asked Furball.
“Mrrraaaaaarraraa,” said the fox, blasting some ice off of the side of the roof (since literally everything on the roof was now already frozen.) “Mrowwww.”
“Yeah, makes sense, that could come in handy… What if I breathed on it, but while thinking really warm thoughts?” asked Raj, as he pulled out his lighter and... lit another joint with it.
“Rrrram,” agreed Furball.
Raj bent down near the doorknob and started breathing smoke on it. The ice stubbornly stayed frozen. “It’s gotta work eventually, right? ...Right?”
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