Deadbeat Sisterhood

Your name is JOLENE DENISE, and you're the top JOBLESS DEADBEAT in BUSTLING CITY. Not that it's hard - known as the City of Success in the Flesh, it's not often someone who isn't TOTALLY LOADED sticks around for long. It's just that, well, a while back you lost all of your VALUABLE POSSESSIONS in one fell swoop, and now you can't even scrape together a decent meal, much less a phone to call in a ride. You don't let it get to you though. You're as COOL as a CUCUMBER, and like, what, fifteen, twenty times bigger? You can crush a cucumber with your bare hands and not even sweat that much!

It's another beautiful morning in HEXAGON SQUARE, and you're working one of your USUAL GRIFTS, offering passerby acts of a silly nature in exchange for BOUNTIFUL TREASURE, such as COLA-COLA, BUSINESS CARDS, and if you're lucky, ALMOST FINISHED CONTAINERS OF CHICKEN NUGGETS.

But your luck seems to be on the down-low this morning. You've been loitering for a solid hour and nobody's so much as glanced in your direction, which is HIGHLY SUSPECT for this time of day. It's high time you investigate. Those almost finished containers of chicken nuggets aren't going to finish themselves.

What do you do?

>_

Go hit up those mimes for info.

Go hit up those mimes for info.

communicate with them in mime for bonus points

>No one's paying you any mind?! We'll see about that! Start standing uncomfortably close to people and breathe really loudly.

>Dive for coins in the fountain.

> Accidentally stumble on stage at the right moment and start giving a campaign speech.

Aw geeze it's another flash mob isn't it? Better get outta there.