Chapter 9: Party Up

Chapter 9: Party Up

We retook our seats, looking like refugees from an Oxfam shop. Captain Grayson once again sat on the edge of his desk.

Any more questions?

No one said anything. Probably not because they didnt have questions, more likely because people had had enough. Nothing made sense and the only question that really mattered had already been answered with a big, fat no. We couldnt go home.

My men are preparing food for you, but we werent expecting so many, so it will take a little time. What I suggest you do is get into small groups of three or four and go have a look around town. Its a small place that was originally built to help visitors like yourself. The people are quite friendly, but bear in mind they all carry weapons, so be polite and dont start trouble. You might get a better idea of what to expect once youve seen a bit more. Well ring a bell when the foods ready.

People slowly got up and started forming groups. I remained seated and moved my hands in front of me playing imaginary whack-a-mole, trying to feel for any kind of interaction. I couldnt shake the idea this had to be a game. If I could just access the status screen, maybe Id be able to work out what I needed to do to level up.This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

What are you doing? asked Maurice.

Im looking for a way to access the user interface. I continued to pat the air.

Dont you think we should form a group? She said it almost as an accusation.

Damn, Id almost made it to the door. I stopped and turned around. Er, are you talking to me?

I get it, all right? She seemed quite angry. At me in particular. Were the ones nobody wants to hang out with. The losers. More reason we should stick together. Or are you just another bastard willing to leave two girls alone in this FUCKING SHITHOLE!

The blast at the end had me leaning back. I dont really know how to handle angry girls, which is strange because my mother was like that for most of my childhood, so youd think Id be used to it. Then again, maybe thats why it unnerves me so much. If you get angry back they turn up the volume, no bass, all treble. If you try to speak gently, they get mad because you arent taking them seriously. Back in the 1950s you could slap a screaming woman and shed thank you for calming her down. Try that these days and you might get a slightly different response.

I dont know what youre so pissed at me for, I dont think youre a loser. If I dont seem sociable its just because I find it difficult to talk to people, especially in big groups. Im going to look around. If you want to come, nobodys stopping you.

I walked out the door with Maurice and the two girls falling in behind me. Ceiling-staring guy got up and shuffled after us. Was this really my party? I had to ditch these losers as soon as possible.

[Author's note: I know chapters are short but I will be posting extra content over the weekend (longer chapters, more of them) when I 'll have more free time to do so.]