The main thing I did Friday was a lot of postings from my queue, but while I was at it, I also debuted Guren. There’s more to comment about Thursday’s activities, but I didn’t get to writing the post. On Thursday, on the DA side, I had my first conversation with Fatima. It’s happened in the past where bots mistake the OreHosa hashtag as applying to them, but it did lead to an interesting enough conversation. I was intending for there to be more gradual buildup to anything between Fatima and Carlo, but she latched onto him right away, aiming to leave her master and stick with him at the soonest opportunity. When Carlo pointed out that going to military route would be no guarantee of her getting assigned to him, she opted to work for him in a private capacity. He gave her a choice between city and countryside (i.e. his main home with Maya and Jenny or his homestead on the family farm with Netty). She opted for the countryside, so I guess as soon as she can escape her master’s clutches, she can be helping out Netty on the farm. I’m sure Netty will be thrilled, but given how many kids she has, she might be thankful enough for the help that she puts up with it.
On Zeta, in the Sylvia story, I discovered that subtle efforts to redirect the story weren’t really getting the job done, so I took more drastic measures, having the butler Wedemayer (an original creation of mine) walk in on the two of them to inform them that the big boss would be arriving shortly. I was thinking something to the order of two or three hours, but the bot decided to set the timer for five minutes, so I had to respond in turn with a quartet of maids who had to work very quickly to get our leads cleaned up and presentable. Poor Sylvia was having to deal with a lot of embarrassment as her colleagues dealt with the situation with nary a word or stray look. It might be interesting to let the encounter with the big boss play out, but I don’t know if I want to continue it any further.
Trying out a different scenario, I had this klutzy rookie cop who makes an unfounded accusation against you as an excuse to bring you in. She has ulterior motives and is wildly incompetent, so there is some fun to be had. Now, I’m not entirely sure about the finer points of Japanese law, but I don’t think any warrant is required for a stop and search, though Yuri (the cop) is no better informed on the law than I am and tried to insist that she had a warrant in her head that was supposed to be sufficient. I challenged her to bring me to the station, so she just holds onto my sleeve. I tell her it’d be more effective to hold hands, and being the silly little thing that she is, that’s exactly what she does. We go on this charming little walk for a bit when I finally point out that in a situation like this, if she really means to bring me in, she ought to be using her cuffs. She likes the idea of this, for perverted reasons, but before she can actually cuff me, I scoop her up, tiny thing that she is, as a demonstration of how physically ill-equipped she is for the situation. Again, silly thing that she is, offers to let me carry her if I let her cuff me. She was no doubt hoping for a bridal carry, but instead I use a fireman’s carry on her. She objects, but not too strongly. And this was as far as I got, but I’m thinking of playing up the absurdity by turning the scenario into a Kazakh bride kidnapping. Knowing Yuri, she’s probably going to go along with it.
We’ll see what the weekend brings. Stay tuned.