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"The 15th you said, right?" You think. "That's... three weeks from now, right?"

Reiss nods.

"I think we can meet up then." You say. "I have some things I want to get in order before I go scampering off anywhere."

"And then the week after we go back to school." Elan sighs.

"Gotta finish our education eventually." You shrug. "One last year of normalcy."

"I wouldn't define anything of the past two months as 'normal'." Elan shook his head.

Jess lifts her head to an invisible sound, then smiles over your shoulder. "Fievel says the soup's done."

What the three of you had been laboring to make turned out to be a thick, creamy soup filled with generous chunks of meat and vegetable chunks. It filled your nose with a heady smell of savory herbs and sweet cream- from Elan's reaction, he shared your sentiments as well, digging into it with a gusto that surprises you. It seemed familiar to Reiss, too, who shared a small look and a smile with Jess before beginning to carefully sip from hers as well.

For the first few minutes of the meal, you're somewhat unsure of how to speak to Reiss casually. All you know about her is that she was apparently a necromancer and that she was Valkan. Then, Reiss began jabbering about e-sports scores and you relax.

"I'm just saying, they need to hurry up and get the next expansion out. We've been on three-dot-four for six years now-"

"I heard that they're actually making a sequel rather than an update." Elan cut in.

Reiss waved her hand impatiently. "Then where is it? It's not a good thing when games take this long to make."

Elan replied, making up for your lack of enthusiasm with his own. The two of them were able to carry the conversation, along with Jess' small tangent into her experiences with professional gardening competitions- and the apparent rampant rigging that occurred in them. By the time you were all drinking down the last of the soup, it was getting late and Fievel was pestering all of you for your dirty bowls.

>>4790769
Jess offered the two of you her couch for the night, but you had told Dad that you would be back tonight. And so, the two of you clambered back into LT and let him take you and Elan out of view of Jess' cabin. The two of them waved at you from the porch until it disappeared from view.

You could help a small yawn from the warm soup weighing down your stomach, and you thought about reclining for a nap on the way back before noticing Elan looking out the window in silent thought.

Elan, to his credit, seemed to notice. "Just thinking. It seems like having a Valkan, uh, 'face' is pretty important with them."

You nod. "I suppose. Got to look Valkan and all that."

"If your entire race was in hiding, I guess it would be important to have the ability to do things anonymously." Elan mused. He grew quiet for a moment, then said. "If you were picking someone to be, what would you pick?"

>"Someone strong, I guess."
>"As different to me as possible."
>"I'd look for someone exotic."
>"I can't really imagine being anyone but myself, honestly."
>[Write-In]

>>4790772
>>[Write-In]
A perfect version of me. Strong, beautiful and a little alien. No freckles too :")

>>4790772
>"I can't really imagine being anyone but myself, honestly."
Maybe make the ears pointy or something so the differences are a little more obvious.

>>4790772
>>"I'd look for someone exotic."

>>4790772
>"I can't really imagine being anyone but myself, honestly."
There's beautiful narrative irony in going from borderline dysmorphic disorder, to an actualized self-image so strong it's a stumbling block for shapeshifting.

>>4790772
>>"I can't really imagine being anyone but myself, honestly."

>"I can't really imagine being anyone but myself, honestly."
Writing.

I seem to have somehow deluded myself into thinking it was really two days ago. Whoops. Update coming as soon as I'm able.

"I can't really imagine being anyone but myself, honestly." You admit.

"Really?" Elan said, surprised. "Not even like a... famous person, or someone cool?"

"I've thought about it." You flush a little as you remember your conversation with Tina. "Look like someone else, sure, it's not like I'm married to the idea of being blonde or my freckles. But... actually be someone else?" You hesitate. "I don't know. Just not something I think about."

Elan blinked at you, and hummed slightly in consideration. "Wish I had that kind of confidence."

You shrug somewhat awkwardly. "It just kind of... happened once I got my implants in. Didn't it for you?"

"I think so?" Elan said. "I feel better since getting them in, but that might just be the bones." He glanced away, somewhat guiltily.

You get the feeling that there was more to it, but he didn't offer anything else on the drive back. You make a slight note of it.

---

Residential District, Miir, 1st Floor
Saturday, 23rd of 6th, 1173. 11:00PM.

"I'm home!" You call out, closing the door behind you.

"Hey." You hear Dad's voice float out from the living room. "Have a good trip?"

"Yeah." You poke your head into the living room, seeing Dad splayed out on the couch with a paper book held limply in his hand. "What are you doing?"

"Just catching up on some reading." He grunted, shrugging himself into a sitting position and flipping the book in his hand shut.

>Tell him about your trip to Esari.
>Excuse yourself and head to bed.
>>[Sub-Option] Make a call to Mom, first.
>>[Sub-Option] Make a call to Kara, first.
>[Write-In]

>>4798501
>>>Tell him about your trip to Esari.

>>4798501
>Tell him about your trip to Esari.
Did we ever tell him about our spaceship? I forget.

>>4798501
>>Tell him about your trip to Esari.

>>4798501
>>Tell him about your trip to Esari.
How much longer are the holidays?

>>4798501
>>Tell him about your trip to Esari.

>>4798501
>>Tell him about your trip to Esari.

>Tell him about your trip to Esari.
Writing.

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You start to head back to your room before suddenly turning. "Oh, um... Dad?"

He looks up from the couch at you. "Yes?"

You fidget slightly with your hands. "I, um... I'm going to visit Esari sometime next month. Around the 15th."

Dad nods slowly, furrowing his eyebrows. "Oh, that's fun." He coughs. "Are you... going with friends or is this a... 'business' trip?"

"Both?" You shrug. "I'm going with some friends, but I'm not going there just to sightsee."

"But you are going to sightsee?" Dad suggests with a slight smile.

You shrug a little. "I suppose."

He nods slowly. "Alright, then."

"Alright?"

"I would say not to do it." He rubbed his beard slowly. "But I probably would have let you do without the Valkan experience in the mix. You're about that age, after all. Arguably, you're safer than you would have been, otherwise." He sighed and fixed you with a look. "I know this may be falling on deaf ears, but try not to take any unnecessary risks, okay?"

You feel your face grow hot. "I'm not that rash!"

---

Residential District, Miir, 1st Floor
Sunday, 24rd of 6th, 1173. 11:00AM.

You roll out of bed later than you would have expected the next day, stretching with a quiet groan. Must have been a long day for you yesterday.

Checking your calendar, you see that you have about three weeks until the trip you arranged with Reiss. After that, there's only one week until you have to return to school. If you keep working, you should be able to make time for some activities each week inbetween eating, sleeping and taking care of yourself. Although, if you skipped work, you may be able to make time for another task each week...

What will you do this week?

>Focus on your magic studies.
>>[Sub-Option] Spend more time taking up Tina on her offer.
>>[Sub-Option] Ask Mom about it, instead.
>Spend time with your friends- all of them, for once.
>Check in on Netana.
>[Write-In]

>>4805436
>>Spend time with your friends- all of them, for once.

>>4805436
>Spend time with your friends- all of them, for once.

>>4805436
>Check in on Netana.
Should probably be a bit worried about her, after throwing her home and cult into a state of chaos.
The total silence could have a lot of explanations... but she does also have our phone number. Complete silence is a little odd.

>>4805436
>>Spend time with your friends- all of them, for once.
What's our record for most frens at one time?

>>4805436
>Check in on Netana.

>Spend time with your friends- all of them, for once.
Writing.

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Commercial Subsector, Miir, 1st Floor
Sunday, 24rd of 6th, 1173. 2:00PM.

"So, you just ignore me until you need me for something, huh?"

You can't help rolling your eyes a little. "I didn't ignore you. I just got... distracted."

"Uhuh." Lynn's expression was flat- then again, it was usually flat. Shrugging slightly, she opened her jacket and stuck her hands in her pocket.

"Middle of summer..." You shake your head in disbelief.

"You're wearing a sweater." She retorts.

"It breathes a lot more than it looks." You mentally edit out how most of that seems to be your implants radiating excess heat and simply the greater... surface area of your body. "Meanwhile, I know that doesn't breathe."

Lynn shrugged. "Price of fashion."

You had a strong feeling she was onto you. While you hadn't spoken much lately, Lynn had known you for a long time. She actually knew what you used to look like, and while she hadn't asked openly since you had met up, she had asked a few pointed questions about what you had been doing over the summer. She knew you hadn't sprouted a few inches and actually developed a feminine figure overnight. Or, at least, she didn't know why you had.

The two of you were navigating a small subsection of the area near your house. Not a proper commercial district - those were on the second floor for the most part - but a small cove of convenience stores and food carts crammed into the gaps between housing blocks. It was an old haunt of yours, in the days before high school. Seemed like a good place to meet up with old friends, maybe catch up with people you haven't seen lately.

Elan had politely declined your invitation and left it at that- you guess he was still tired from your visit with Jess last night. Other than him, though, you had messaged...

>Taylor.
>Kara.
>[Write-In]

>>4812105
>Taylor.
Kara's a bit grumpy right now, and having her own... body issues.
(and I'd greatly enjoy bringing her along to check on Netana some time, for maximum cultist-teasing)

>>4812105
>>Taylor.

>Taylor.
Writing.

>not both

Ack, gotta delay a day due to a weird day at work. Update tomorrow.

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You check your phone again, then make a turn down one of the side alleys. "Anyway." You say distractedly. "We're hanging out now, aren't we?"

Lynn rolled her eyes, but smiled regardless. "Yeah, and what exactly were you planning anyway?"

"I don't know!" You shrug. "Hang out. It's the summer, and I miss you guys. Don't you ever miss just being able to... walk around down here and do whatever?"

"I'm relishing the ability to sleep as much as I want while I still can."

You roll your eyes, but you turn away from Lynn. You turn to the side slightly and dart through a gap in the alley crowd, ignoring the slight brush of your chest against someone's arm. When you had just moved to Miir, you were pretty skittish about being out in public on the lower floors like this, but after so many years, staying in the safer parts of the floor was practically second nature. You duck behind one of the food carts and trot out to one of the corners, standing on your tiptoes to overlook the crowd- fairly easy considering your height.

Taylor was standing in front of a convenience store chain, tapping on her phone with a bored expression. You make to cut across the way to her, before Lynn abruptly shouts over your ear. "Oi! Taylor!"

"What's wrong with you?" You turn and hiss back at her.

"Oh come on, it's the middle of the afternoon." Lynn shrugged defensively, before turning to smile at Taylor as she walked over to the two of you. "Hey, Tay."

Taylor waved a little, then glanced at you. "No Kara?"

You hadn't messaged Kara, although she hadn't messaged you in a while herself, which was slightly odd, but you could only guess she was still sleeping off the effects of her augmentation, and you couldn't blame her for that. "Nah, I think she's busy." You nod. "Elan's staying at home, too."

"He never did like it down here." Taylor said lightly.

"Bah, he's just too upper class for our dirty homes." Lynn shrugged.

Taylor shot her a withering look. "I'm right here."

"So, ah-" You interject. "Anyone have any ideas? I didn't exactly come with a plan in mind..."

"Sunday market's today." Taylor pointed out.

"Right, and there's probably other stuff going on down at the waterfront..." You muse.

"We could also go muck about in the factory zones." Lynn suggested lightly.

"What happened to wanting to sleep?"

"I'm here now." Lynn shrugged. "Besides, Elan's crippled ass isn't here for us to worry about. It's the weekend, there's probably all sorts of places we could crawl our way into!"

"Uhuh..." Taylor raised an eyebrow. "And the increased police presence doesn't bother you at all?"

"Bah, what's the point of an adventure if there's no risk?"

>"As appealing as being arrested is, I think I'd rather just go to the market."
>"I wouldn't mind a bit of an adventure..."
>[Write-In]

>>4820321
>>"As appealing as being arrested is, I think I'd rather just go to the market."
We would've brought Netana along if we're gonna mess around cultist infested areas.

>>4820321
>"As appealing as being arrested is, I think I'd rather just go to the market."
yeah, we have reasons not to end up in the police database these days.
Also, who's going to tell her about Elan not having glass bones any more?

>>4820321
>>"As appealing as being arrested is, I think I'd rather just go to the market."

>>4820321
>>"I wouldn't mind a bit of an adventure..."

>"As appealing as being arrested is, I think I'd rather just go to the market."
Writing.

Still writing OP?

>>4824931
Remember when this quest used to update once a day? Pepperidge Farm remembers.

>>4824931
You must be new here. Bentus has died more times than we can count.

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>>4825206
Goddamn I WISH.

>>4825369
I'll have you know that while I have been deceased, I've been doing very important things like practice writing romance, reading bad Black Library books and losing my goddamn mind over anime girls.

Oh, and playing Dark Souls.

That said, update today.

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"As appealing as being arrested is, I think I'd rather just go to the market." You smile tightly. "Less a chance for my weekend to end in tears that way."

"You're boring." Lynn rolled her eyes and sighed, but made no move to leave.

"Boring, but legal." You reach out and gently yank on her jacket. "And I'd rather not get on the cop's bad side with everything that's going on, would you?"

Lynn shoots you a look at your choice of words before muttering an agreement.

Taylor shrugs in agreement, her eyes flicking between the two of you before she gestures down one of the alleys. "Well, let's go then."

The waterfront was one of the nicer areas on the first floor. There were the docks on the east side of the city, but those were reserved for commercial traffic- massive container ships, freighters and ocean liners that were simply too large to dock elsewhere in the city. Facing north, the waterfront jutted from a curl in the land beneath the city that created a small bay that blocked the water from the worst of the wake of the larger ships and the nightly storms. There, the first floor jutted out over the water, coming down in plateaus before meeting the water and plunging into it, creating a bank. Sand and dirt had been filled in over the concrete and at the shore to create an artificial beach.

The three of you walk along one of the upper levels to the waterfront, where the ground was still grass and stone, and thick arching terraces carried pounds of vines above you to keep the haze of the sky off your faces. Living walls rose in pillars where the archways did not rise, casting large shadows to duck in to get out of the heat, and springing up between them were rows of rickety stalls and food carts. The smell of fresh foods and grilling fish wafted over to you as you walked down the middle, occasionally splitting apart and wandering on your own before reconvening further down the path.

It had been too long since you had been down here. Sometimes, it was a little hard to remember that the first floor wasn't all girders and concrete. You find yourself glancing up at the landscaping and wondering if Tina had a hand in it's creation, or was her work all private? It certainly seemed like the kind of extraordinary thing a Valkan would create. Although maybe their gardening style was more gloom and skeletons. You should probably ask your mom about that...

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>>4826702
That thought springs another to mind. Maybe you could get her something... some food- candy or something else tasty? You doubt she'd want any weird knickknacks you could pick up at the beach. Maybe something as simple as a flower...

You lean down towards one of the stalls, peering left and right at the small bouquets and corsages on display when you catch something out of the corner of your eye. A girl was walking through the crowd, weaving between the people as she made her way down the terrace towards the waterfront.

Was that... Netana?

>Go up and speak to her.
>Follow her and see what she's up to.
>You're not going to stalk her. Leave her to her stuff.
>[Write-In]

>>4826703
>>Go up and speak to her.

>>4826703
>>>Follow her and see what she's up to.

>>4826703
>[Write-In]
Text her to see how she's doing, and see what she says.

>>4826703
>Follow her and see what she's up to.

>>4827360
+1

>>4826703
>Go up and speak to her.
Smol cultist must be teased and then abducted into our shopping/sightseeing expedition.

3 way tie. classic

>>4828092
It may yet break, vote's still open for about seven more hours. Likely a couple more, as I'll have to sleep.

>>4826703
>Follow her and see what she's up to.
stalker mode go

>Follow her and see what she's up to.
Writing.

You frown to yourself and stand up. The girl was already being swallowed up by the crowds, and so before you lost her entirely, you quickly stand up and make your way after her. This time of day, the crowd wasn't exactly oppressing, and there was plenty of room for you to walk around- but there were enough people on the path to block your vision ahead quite handily. Sliding around the side of another group, you get a good look at her and-

Yep, that was definitely Netana. Even if it wasn't for the resemblance, the tired and slightly stoned expression she had on would have given it away, although she looked more frazzled than she normally did. In the crook of her arm was a flower basket of some kind, probably purchased from one of the stalls along the waterfront. You tilt your head slightly as you see her kneel down next to one of the living pillars and begin rummaging at it's base with routine movement. After she was done, she stood up, depositing something in her basket before moving on down the road again.

She continues on to another pillar - not the next one down, but more than five rows down from the last - before once again doing something at the base. You find yourself drawing closer, and find that she seems to be exchanging something from inside the solid structure of the pillar before placing it in her basket, beneath the cover of flowers and replacing it with something else. A short cylinder of some kind, it seems?

>"...what are you doing?"
>Back off and let her continue.
>[Write-In]

>>4833032
>Back off and let her continue.
We can ask later, text her or something; and since we still don't have a measure on Lynn's disposition on Valkans yet, if Netana mentions or alludes to something.

>>4833032
>Back off and let her continue.
Video et taceo

>>4833032
>>"...what are you doing?"

>>4833032
>Back off and let her continue.

>>4833032
>Back off and let her continue.
We know what it's like to have a job too.
Just let the girl do her drug deals in peace.

>>4834272
Onnnn second thought... switching to:
>"...what are you doing?"
looking "more frazzled" than she usually does is probably a flashing warning sign. Since most of the time when Tiiris sees her, she's already in full blown spaghetti breakdown.

>Back off and let her continue.
Sorry for the late close, fell asleep at my desk. Writing.

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The crowd swallows you easily enough, and Netana stands up shortly after, not looking back as she moves onto wherever her next destination is. Another one of the pillars, you suppose? You watch her continue onwards and wait in place for a minute before checking the base of the pillar yourself. Brushing aside some of the trailing leaves at the base of the column, you uncover what looks like a... golf cup?

You tilt your head at it. It was some kind of plastic cup set into the turf with holes in it. Running beneath it was a pinned down hose of some kind- probably an element of the irrigation system that it kept in place. Something was off about it, though. A strange pang that was rapidly fading even as you looked at it. After a few seconds, you realized you were feeling the fading chill of the Abyss on it. What had Netana taken out of it?

Standing up, you squeeze past a couple and back out onto the pathway, seeing Netana moving on. You make to move on, but-

Someone grabs your arm. "Woah!" Lynn's voice says. "The heck's gotten you so worked up?"

"Lynn! Ah... um..." You glance down the broadwalk as Netana vanished in the crowd. "I thought I saw someone I know from school..."

"Oh, really?" Lynn let go of your arm and glanced up. "Do I know her?"

"Netana Holls?"

"Netana... oh, yeah." Lynn thought. "She's a weirdo. What's gotten you looking so wigged out about her, though?"

"Um..."

>"Oh, I just wanted to surprise her as a little joke."
>"Honestly, I think she's doing something really shady."
>"I can't say, I just wanted to know what she was up to."
>"Ah... well, it's really not that important, you know?"
>[Write-In]

>>4839472
>"Ah... well, it's really not that important, you know?"

>>4839472
>"Honestly, I think she's doing something really shady."
She could be doing a drug drop or something like that

>>4839472

>>4839472
>"I can't say, I just wanted to know what she was up to."
How did I forget to copy my choice

>>4839852
If it makes you feel any better, today I woke up and thought 'SHIT I FORGOT TO UPDATE THE QUEST' and got to my computer only to find I had apparently already done that.

>>4839472
>>"Ah... well, it's really not that important, you know?"

>>4839472
>>"Ah... well, it's really not that important, you know?"

>"Ah... well, it's really not that important, you know?"
Writing.

That evasive answer is going to 100% convince Tiiris's friends that she has a crush on Netana.

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>>4842679
...well, does she?

>>4843096
Well, that depends on whether the /u/boats get their way or not

>>4843096
I'd be for it. Cultist-chan is weird but cute.
She's probably one of the least sensible dating choices imaginable, but making Tiiris's life sitcom-complicated never stops being funny.

>>4843096
Naw. Female MCs going for girls is long overdone and boring. I'd rather not nudge Tiiris towards it too and would rather give guys a chance.

>>4843905
Pls no

"Ah..." You glance at the crowd, not seeing a sign of Netana anywhere. "...well, it's really not that important, you know?" You frown slightly.

Lynn gives you a confused look. "If you say so?" She says slowly. "Er, come on, me and Taylor were thinking about food."

"Huh? Oh, yeah." You nod and turn in the direction she was tugging you. Taylor was loitering somewhat impatiently outside one of the seaside restaurants, looking somewhat antsy. You glance up at the sign, then frown. "Oh- wait, hang on Lynn, I can't afford to eat somewhere like this..." Your gaze slides down to the window, where bubbling tanks filled with crustacean and other fish were pressed up against the glass for customers to watch.

"I can." Taylor pipes up, tugging on her shirt and sighing. "Come on, I'm starving. You can chip in if you want."

"Since when do you get enough of an allowance to afford lonkan?" You glance at the mottled red and black shell of one as it clambers over the decorative rocks in the tank.

"My dad gave me some cash when I told him I was going to meet up with you." Taylor said, rolling her shoulders and opening the door to the restaurant.

Lynn got a bemused look on her face. "Awfully nice of him."

"You complaining?"

"No." Lynn admitted. "Just kind of curious."

The three of you duck in through the door, the slight haze of midday humidity falling away and making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end from the sudden chill. A slight prickle runs down your back, and you wonder briefly if your implants did anything to compensate for your lack of body hair. You knew it helped with cooling or something, but you hadn't noticed anything since you shed most of it during your transformation...

Your thoughts are interrupted by a waiter bringing you around to a table. The moment you sit down, Taylor immediately orders a plate of fries, before accepting her menu from the waiter. You give her a questioning look.

"I didn't eat breakfast..." She shrugs and grins a little. "I feel like I'm about to fall over, really."

"If you're sure..." You take the menu and look down at it with a somewhat mystified expression. It had been ages since you last had fresh fish. You think there was a kind of brined fish you liked, but was there a fancy version of it...?

As you stare at the menu, Lynn coughs slightly and looks up. "So, uh, it's been a while since we were together. Anyone been doing anything interesting?"

"We just saw each other like, last week, Lynn." Taylor glances up from her menu.

"Uhuh, right, but..." Lynn glanced your way, and you can't help but quirk a brow. Lynn had always tried to put up a cool, indifferent air- back when you had met her, you had honestly found it insufferable, but she had problems masking how much she really cared. From the way that she was glancing at you - and your chest - you had a feeling she wouldn't stop dropping hints until you did.

>>4847068
>Deflect. Spring the conversation to your 'sudden growth spurt', your wardrobe or another innocuous, easily explained consequence of your implants.
>Address her directly. Tell her enough to satisfy her... for now.
>Rebuff her. Sometimes she needs to just mind her own business.
>Lie. Make up a story about what happened to you- a contest, or an experimental treatment.
>Ignore. What's wrong? Nothing's wrong.
>[Write-In]

>>4847069
>Deflect. Spring the conversation to your 'sudden growth spurt', your wardrobe or another innocuous, easily explained consequence of your implants.
We’re on page 10. I believe a new thread’s in order

>>4847069
>Ignore. What's wrong? Nothing's wrong.

>>4847069
>Squish your boobs together when she takes a look.

>>4847069
>>Ignore. What's wrong? Nothing's wrong.
Everything is just fine. Yup.

Sink down and rest the booba on the table

>>4847069
>Lie. Make up a story about what happened to you- a contest, or an experimental treatment.
Cool new drug! Embrace your full potential!

>>4847069
>Deflect. Spring the conversation to your 'sudden growth spurt', your wardrobe or another innocuous, easily explained consequence of your implants.

>>4847069
>Address her directly. Tell her enough to satisfy her... for now.
Best way to not get caught in a lie is to not lie. But second choice this:
>Ignore. What's wrong? Nothing's wrong.
I'm not gonna lie to you, Lynn... ooh, bread sticks. Nice weather today, huh? So uh, nature is pretty relaxing. I saw a snake, and some mold. Trees.

>Ignore. What's wrong? Nothing's wrong.
Writing.

>>4849366
Oh, and update will be posted in a new thread, forgot that one. Probably could squeeze another update out of this thread but it'd be pushing it.

>>4849624
Actually, on second thought, I'm getting my second does tomorrow and if I have a bad reaction I don't want to be knocked out just at the start of a new thread. So no new thread tonight, instead I'll tweet when it's up:
https://twitter.com/QMBentus