Four Painful Years

>You've only got fifteen minutes, so you better ignore those hunger pains and get straight to packing!

Prepare yourself and your living space for company.

You use what little time you have to scarf down your belated breakfast and do a modicum of tidying up. You cram your model kits into their designated boxes and in turn cram the boxes into the closet. The modelling mat can stay. Ain’t no one got time for that.

You also change out of your three-day-old clothes into something more comfortable. Clean as they are, re-wearing a pair of torn leggings that once had someone else’s blood on them strikes you as more than a little messed up. In fact, into the trash they go.

There’s a knock on the door. You finish sweeping crumbs under the stove and unlock the latch and deadbolt, making sure to look through the peephole first. Having a bounty on your head is such a pain in the ass!

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[left]JULIE: “My dudes!”

MAXWELL: “See? Tough as hell, I told you she’d be fine!”

TRENT: “Grats on the good health, boss!”

MUSTAFA: “I’m sorry we had to lie about you to the news, Julie… Your family must be inconsolable...”

JULIE: “N-no, thank you, seriously. I’d rather the world think I’m dead if it means everyone stops trying to kill me for a few days... Uh, come on in, find somewhere to sit, if you can.”
JULIE: “Hey Luca, we’re not leaving right away, are we? I haven’t really had the chance to pack anything...”

LUCA: “Take your time. We’ll leave when you’re ready.”
LUCA: “The boys’ve been drafted into helpin’ you lift the heavy stuff, if there is any.”

JULIE: “Oh yeah? How’d you manage that?”

LUCA: “They’re your friends, stupid. Friends have each other’s back in times like this. I didn’t even ask, they just volunteered.”
LUCA: “This helped.”[/left]

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Luca picks a bag of something up off the floor. Sounds like a couple six-packs jangling around in there. Nice.

You’re finding it difficult to look any of your guests in the eye. You thought you knew them, understood who they were. Now that they’ve been revealed to be anything but normal, anything but “Mundane”, you’re having second thoughts. These people lived different lives around you. Fake lives. Probably with carefully fabricated backstories. Can you even trust them anymore?

Well… They haven’t attacked you yet or anything, and Luca’s around to stop them if they do… Maybe the differences are only superficial? Or are they just waiting to get you alone? What if Luca switched sides!?

Oh, look at that. Another headache.

Maxwell, Trent, Mustafa and Luca are relaxing in your apartment. What do you do?

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