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boyfriend's dad wesker hcs (18+)

you're sweet and kind, and your boyfriend's dad is... not.

a/n; reader is in their 20's/in college with wesker's kid, jake. wesker is a good dad just not here though! reader is dating jake muller-wesker. albert is a major perv here guys sorry. based on re5 wesker -`♡´-

cw; afab!reader, dom!wesker, lowkey size kink, nonconsensual recording, wesker being a creep, major age gap (12+ years), mentions of smoking and drinking, stalking, breadcrumbing as a manipulation tactic, eventual sex (clit stimulation, fingering, p in v, unsafe sex, cumplay, creampie), dubcon, cheating, grooming (technically), praise and degradation, slight daddy kink (if u squint),

petnames (reader received); dear, darling, sweet girl, dolly

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who has never cared for anyone younger than him, let alone someone as young as his son.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who takes interest in you after his darling son, Jake, brings you home in a hurry to get to bed. he's working in the living room, waiting for his son to come home.

he's not surprised to see his son rush through the front door, but he is, however, surprised to see he brought someone home. he moves his laptop from his lap to stand up and introduce himself the moment he notices you're there. the look on your face is one he's seen before- desire and the unmistakable reddened scleras from smoking weed, all directed at his dopehead son.

"jacob-"

"later, dad." jake rushes you to the basement, where his room is, and you're gone in an instant. it's clear you're just as high as your little boyfriend, gone off a blunt and some vodka. for some reason, that irks him.

he walks over to jacob's door and leans against it, ready to knock with his knuckles just an inch from the door when he hears something come from you. a moan, then a hushed whisper from jacob telling you to be quiet, and another, softer moan from you.

so maybe his face goes red and he sits there for a moment, focused on the way you sound and how loud you get when you cum. he's just as quiet as he was when he approached his son's room while walking away, forgoing his work and retreating upstairs to fist his half-hard cock.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who has a knowing look on his face the next morning, up early as hell just to catch you sneaking out of the house because your dumb boyfriend's still asleep. who's sitting on the couch and sees you looking a little rough, hickies covering your neck and your clothes messed up from your rush to get them on. you're a hungover wreck.

"good morning," his voice startles you, of course it does. you hadn't even noticed him, a residual high from smoking so much weed the night prior making your mind foggy. instead of running, like you want to, you approach the couch, your nerves aflame. why does he look so smug?

"mr. wesker, i-i'm so sorry about last night, it was so rude of me to not introduce myself…" you're blushing. you're intimidated by him and he loves that. he gives you a charming smile and reassures you that it's alright, dear, just hurry to class. he sends you on your way with a pat on your lower back.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who asks his son about you later. jake tells him all about you, just as wesker was hoping. while jake is in class, he installs cameras in the house- invisible to the naked eye, of course. he'd hate for you to feel surveillanced and scare you off.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who tells jake he's working late tonight as an excuse to sit in the parking lot of an abandoned building and watch the cameras from his phone. he pays special attention to the one he angled at the couch as he palms himself to the video feed of you, so cutely sitting there and talking with his son. he doesn't even have to try to spend time alone with you because you're always at his place, anyway.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who adores it when you blush from something he said or did, who wants you all to himself, his son be damned. he compliments your outfits, your hair, your perfume (how can he smell that when you're three feet away?) when your boyfriend isn't around. he'll brush a hand through your hair and murmur something about how soft it is, leaving you red in the face when your boyfriend comes back.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who knows it's wrong to want you and doesn't care. he loves the way you give your full attention to him when he's talking, how you pretend that you don't see the looks he gives you, or that you're not affected by the subtle touches and unspoken promises of more. a hand on the small of your back as he passes you, one on the back of your neck as he gives you a tour of the home- something his son neglected to do- his gaze lingering too long on the curve of your throat and waist, his imagination running wild.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who finds a pair of your panties in the wash, presumably forgotten, and takes them for himself. uses them to get off, his tongue on the gusset as he imagines your taste and how you'd clench around him when you cum.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who tells you that his son isn't good enough for you. who plants seeds of doubt in your head and waters them religiously. you're too oblivious to notice what he's doing, because mr. wesker is so nice, he would never do that to your relationship, right? who tells you that an older man would treat you right, much better than his stupid son.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who waits for you to get into a fight with his son about something so he can comfort you after his son storms out of the house, leaving you crying in his bedroom. you don't know what to do, don't know who to turn to, and like an angel, he's there for you. he pulls you into his lap and lets you cry it out, rubbing your back the whole time and whispering sweet nothings in his ear that leave you confused and in need of more comfort, because why does your boyfriend's dad make you feel better than your boyfriend ever has?

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who loves the way you wrap your arms around his neck, and in your vulnerability, trust him with your life. you're putty in his strong arms, his hold secure enough to make you feel safe. he knows you don't mind when one of his hands moves to your thigh, kneading softly to get your blood running south. he feels your face heat up, your hips shifting slightly to mute the gentle throb of your clit. as if you could get away with such a subtle thing like trying to hide your arousal.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who gently forces your thighs to part to accompany his hand. who's been anticipating this, the way you moan into his neck as he thumbs your clit through your panties. how you press into his hand when he slips two fingers in after moving your panties to the side. the way your hands grab at his shirt, your fists clenched around the fabric like you'd die if you let go of him.

"that's my good girl, taking my fingers so well. i know, i know, this is just what you needed, right darling? your legs spread so nice for your boyfriend's daddy." he croons, his lips just centimeters from your ear. the fanning of his breath against your neck, his long fingers in your cunt and the noises they draw out of you- utterly sinful. you know it's wrong, but just thinking about your boyfriend coming home to this sight has your cunt squeezing and aching for more. he knows you want it just as bad as he does, the way you're gripping his fingers like they're his cock. you're close already and he wonders just how long it's been since you've been fucked properly.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who kisses you to keep you from whining when he pulls his fingers out of you to undo his belt and pull his cock out from its cloth confines. who hisses slightly when you stroke him, slightly inexperienced but for him, you're willing to learn. who's so encouraging, holding your hips as you pierce yourself on his cock with little pushback. whose tip nails your cervix and he's not even fully inside. who's fine with that because as much as he wants this, he doesn't want to hurt you. who guides your hips in the way he knows you enjoy, because he's watched your boyfriend move you the same way.

"just like that, dolly. your cunt feels perfect, gotta ruin it for everyone else, don't i? mold it to my cock so you can't cum any other way. you'd like that, right sweet girl?" his nails dig into the meat of your hips, bouncing you at a steady pace. you nod dumbly, the pleasure melting your brain into nothingness. you could get addicted.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who doesn't pull out to cum. he keeps you brainless on his dick, forcing an orgasm out of you as he rubs that spongy spot inside of you. he grins when you moan his name as the pleasure comes crashing through you, your nails digging into his shoulders. he loves that sound.

"t-too much- fuck- please-" you whine, burying your face in his shoulder as he holds your hips steady, thrusting up into you with an unforseen vigor. he's not stopping until you're full of his cum, maybe even crying a little.

"quiet, darling. i'm only doing what's best for you." he hisses, his hips stuttering with stifled groan. you moan in unison, his thick, sticky seed spilling in you, but he doesn't stop fucking you.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker who fucks his load so deep inside of you, you're worried it might actually take. who strokes your hair as you remain on his lap, recovering when he's satisfied with himself.

"you're not going to tell my son about this, are you darling?" he runs his fingers through your hair until you're alright to sit up.

"no."

"good girl. come here." he kisses you again, sweeter this time, but you get the feeling that he's never going to let you go.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who refuses to let you out of his grasp, even if you break up with jake. you're not escaping him that easily.

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disco-elysium-via-polls · 1 month

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🎵Protorave

"That's the least you could do." (Take the money.)

+25 real

ANDRE - "I hope that settles it... or wait..."

"The key..." He cautiously hands you the yellow keyring.

Item gained: Key to Church Door

NOID - He is shifting in his spot uncomfortably, still feeling sorry for the mishap.

ANDRE - "We were talking about... the padlock I think?"

2. "How long have those people been locked in there?"

ANDRE - "Not long. Like a week maybe?" He shrugs.

"How can you be sure they haven't starved to death?"

"This is cool. Taking initiative like this is proper citizen behaviour and I endorse it."

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] - Somewhere in the ruinous past that led you here there was something called 'exams'. You may have learned the term 'involuntary manslaughter' there.

"Andre, do you know what 'involuntary manslaughter' means?"

"Eight-five percent is not good enough when you're dealing with another person's physical well-being."

"Eighty-five percent is good enough. No one lives forever, baby!"

ANDRE - "Yes I do, I listen to Channel 8 all the time. I know about crime stuff and I assure you, officer, this is not what's happening here. I'm *at least* 80% sure they're alive. I mean, c'mon -- most people aren't ever that alive in their entire lives!"

"What does that even mean?"

"Yeah, I catch your drift.

"Sounds like nonsense."

ANDRE - "I don't know..." He pauses to think. "What does anything mean, really?"

EGG HEAD - "*Oh yeah...*" He looks at his friend with an expression of profound understanding.

2. "Sounds like nonsense."

ANDRE - "You're right. It *is* nonsense. Total garbage. I knew you'd see through it, you're one smart cop!"

VOLITION [Easy: Success] - It feels good to be the smart cop, doesn't it? That's a good cop to be. Has a nice ring to it. "Smart Cop." You wouldn't want to be "Stupid Cop," now would you? But still -- maybe he's just sucking up to you?

"You can stop buttering me up now, thank you."

"I get by. Now where was I with that padlock..."

ANDRE - "Oh, okay." He nods his bleached, spiked head. "I won't do that anymore."

3. "Right. Other questions." (Conclude.)

ANDRE - "Sure, man. Tell us what you wanna know, let's do it!"

3. "Who exactly are these people inside the church?"

ANDRE - "Truth is, I don't really know. None of us do. I don't even know how many there are... all we've seen are glimpses."

"You haven't even seen them and you want the police involved?"

"Better safe than sorry. Anything more you can tell me?"

ANDRE - "Yes," he leans in for emphasis, "there's also *the machinery*..."

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - This machinery is of the deeply mystical variety.

ANDRE - "When I first scouted the place, back in February, it was abandoned. Empty. Took some time getting the crew together, so about two weeks ago we came here hoping to set the stuff up. Suddenly there are all these strange *machines* lying around in there."

NOID - "One of them has wires running into bowls of water. Wires. Into *water*. Never seen anything like it."

EGG HEAD - "Andre, tell him about the feeling!"

ANDRE - "Oh, and it felt like there was some *thing* in there with us, watching us from the dark..."

EGG HEAD - "No! The other one."

ANDRE - "Uhm, which other one? I'm not as in tune with my emotions as you are, Egg."

EGG HEAD - "Felt like silence! Awful silence..."

EMPATHY [Medium: Success] - For this man even regular silence is awful enough. But that was... something greater.

"But you haven't physically *seen* anyone?"

ANDRE - "Not exactly. We've just seen someone who we think is a woman go in and out of the church. A couple of times. And we felt someone... or some *thing*... eyeing us inside. But... that's kinda it."

"What was that about some *thing* watching you?"

"Can you tell me more about this machinery?"

"So how can you be sure they're *burnouts* and *dopeheads* if you haven't even seen them?"

"Alright, let's talk about something else."

ANDRE - "Like... you aren't *alone*, you know?"

NOID - "It wasn't quite *human* -- if you know what I mean."

ANDRE - "It was this dark shape climbing upside down along the ceiling... like some kind of *crab-man*."

"A crab-man?"

ANDRE - "Yeah, you know. The way it was climbing up and around the ceiling. Like a crab."

NOID - "It was stalking Acele. Exhibiting ambush behaviour."

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] - Odd. Crabs are usually marine creatures. And not known for climbing walls.

"Are you *sure* there was a crab-man?"

"Ambush behaviour." (Nod.) "Crab-man."

ANDRE - "Yeah, totally. I mean... I didn't *personally* see it -- Acele was alone that time, but I believe her. If she comes out running and says there's a crab in there, there's a crab in there."

NOID - "You should ask her about it -- but be nice. Don't tell her you don't believe in the crab."

INLAND EMPIRE [Medium: Success] - The implications of this are... too numerous to consider. Proceed with caution. Learn all you can before entering that dark building.

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - There probably is no crab-man. Don't let them draw you in with this nonsense.

2. "Can you tell me more about this machinery?"

ANDRE - "You should talk to Noid about that. I just got a distinct *burnout* and *dopehead* sine from them. Probably jacked up to some snuff station too. Probably, very likely."

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Medium: Success] - With a small surge of PEA, alertness fills you. As if to say: This is a dark corner, look behind it!

"Jacked up to some *snuff station*?"

"I'll talk to Noid then."

NOID - "He means like one of those rich-boy private radio stations, where you can listen to people getting killed on. Then jerk off to it... sick shit."

ANDRE - "Not that we would know *anything* about that. Noid just likes to relay stuff."

DRAMA [Medium: Success] - He appears sincere enough, sire. You could of course be wrong.

ANDRE - "We're getting derailed here. In short, you can talk to Noid about the machines. He'll tell you more."

3. "So how can you be sure they're *burnouts* and *dopeheads* if you haven't even seen them?"

ANDRE - "Well, honestly, I can't. But I am."

RHETORIC [Medium: Failure] - Why not! Let's go with that.

"I don't see a single thing wrong with that argument."

ANDRE - "I'm 70% sure they're substance users. Don't let the 'technology' fool you." He makes little quotation marks with his fingers when he says *technology*.

4. "Alright, let's talk about something else."

ANDRE - "Sure. What?"

2. "You mentioned some kind Ecclesiastes own the church. Who are these Ecclesiastes?"

ANDRE - "Oh yeah, that's a Meteoran name for the Founding Party. Thought it'd be cool to use it."

"Before we go on, what do you mean by *Meteoran*?"

"Oh, the Founding Party. I do know them... but can you refresh my memory?"

"And what is the *Founding Party*?"

ANDRE - "You know -- of Meteo. Concerning Meteo."

"Meteo?"

ANDRE - "Meteo. A country. On Mundi?" He looks at you, squinting his eyes to see if you're kidding. "On the Mundi isola."

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] - One of the poorest of the first world nations today -- but once a great ancient civilization. Capital: Thylakos-by-Pisantic.

"Oh, the Founding Party. I do know them… but can you refresh my memory?"

ANDRE - "Come to think of it, I've never really looked them up, you know. I can't give you a precise definition, but they're a very powerful religious organization."

"And?"

(Nod.) "Good. Now, let's talk about something else."

ANDRE - "And they have roots in ancient mass society." He pauses. "And they're the custodians of the Perikarnassian Church. Plus they anoint the innocence. They, like, made the innocentic system, no?"

"It doesn't sound like they would appreciate a dance club in their church."

"They sound like exactly the kind of people who would want loud anodic music in their church!"

ANDRE - "You're right, they do!" he says, without the slightest hint of irony.

EGG HEAD - "The Perikarnassian Church is about *love*! Anodic music is about *love*! I got love for my Perikarnassian posse, *love* is the relay out of death! WE DANCE!!!" He violently shakes the tape player, as if to see if he can break it.

"Love is HARD CORE!"

NOID - "Unity."

ANDRE - "UNITY!"

EGG HEAD - "Make some noise for my Insulindian posse!" He turns the volume up, then looks at you with a knowing nod. As if it's obvious you will now break into dance.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT [Easy: Success] - You feel it. The anodes and the cathodes coursing through you -- your big toe starts tapping along to the bass, as if testing the waters...

No words, enjoy the beat. (Nod your head.)

"I don't quite understand what you're talking about. What's a *posse*?"

"I guess love *can* be pretty hard core..."

"You're right! How could the Founding Party be anything but enthusiastic? Dance music *is* about love and so is the Perikarnassian Church." (Proceed.)

"On second thought -- no. This is too much. No sane organization would want this level of absurdity going on in their church." (Proceed.)

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - Feels good.

2. "I don't quite understand what you're talking about. What's a *posse*?"

EGG HEAD - "Your posse's like your people, man! Like you got your cop posse -- you look out for each other and you party together. That's a posse!"

+5 XP

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Challenging: Success] - Two men and a woman stand on the beach, under a row of houses long abandoned to war damage. The words "Feld Electrical" have peeled off the turn-of-the-century waterfront development. One of the men carries a small boy on his shoulders. The boy looks up at the faded logo.

The woman says to him: "Good to see you here, special consultant. We're worried about the lieutenant-yefreitor."

"Why are you worried about the lieutenant-yefreitor?" asks the boy. Then a wave comes crashing in.

3. "It sounds like you're just saying random things: love, posse, make noise."

ANDRE - "Are we?" He looks at you mysteriously.

PERCEPTION (HEARING) [Easy: Success] - You hear a wave crashing outside, not far. It's a big one. The rumble dissipates into the bassline...

EGG HEAD - "Yeaahh..." The one with the large head really enjoys it when his friend gets mysterious.

4. "I guess love *can* be pretty hard core..."

EGG HEAD - "Oh yeah, it can!"

ANDRE - "He's coming around." He nods at his friend, then turns to you with a mischievous grin: "You're *getting* it."

Well, I'm convinced.

5. "You're right! How could the Founding Party be anything but enthusiastic? Dance music *is* about love and so is the Perikarnassian Church." (Proceed.)

EGG HEAD - "YEAAGH! Yekokataa -- the place to be!"

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - He seems ecstatic that you share his vision of Perikarnassianism.

NOID - "Do it for the masses, do it for the crew." His friend forms a fist with a screwdriver still in his hand. Approvingly so.

ANDRE - "I didn't want to say it, but it *was* pretty lame of you to imply otherwise. Anyway, you got more questions?"

EGG HEAD - The one with the large head is still looking at you, nodding his head, waiting for your body to start moving...

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - Yeah, let it out! Let the disco happen. Bring the disco into this world! Get this church shit on and then dance there motherfucker!

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - You feel like you could go for a little disco when -- or if -- they get this club going. You've got it in you.

3. "I wanted to ask you about this tent full of equipment."

ANDRE - "Yes? What?"

"I see you brought your own water."

"Hate to tell you, but it reeks of sweat in here."

"What's with all the *Nosaphed*?"

"All right. Enough of this." (Conclude.)

ANDRE - "Yeah, yeah! Good to have, bitch to carry. When I first scouted the place I did some reconnaissance. I'm not sure the church even has running water."

"And it's distilled too."

"About another thing..."

ANDRE - "Oh?" He doesn't know what to say.

"It's the one they sell at the fuel station."

DRAMA [Medium: Success] - It's like he's lying to you, my liege. But he's slippery enough that there's nothing for you to grab hold of.

2. "Hate to tell you, but it reeks of sweat in here."

ANDRE - "It does, doesn't it?"

NOID - "Told you we have a smell problem." He picks up a piece of telephone cord and inspects it.

"Wait. I also smell ether. Why?"

"It's mixed with a peculiar chemical scent, like laundry detergent..."

"There was another thing..."

ANDRE - "Ether? I don't smell ether. Do you, Noid?"

NOID - "Nope."

+5 XP

"It's mixed with a peculiar chemical scent, like laundry detergent..."

ANDRE - He sniffs the air, then shrugs.

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - It doesn't take a forensic scientist to guess it's drug-related. They look and act like the kind of guys who've done their fair share.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Easy: Success] - Unlike the girl outside, however, the boys' breathing is regular, their jaws stay put, and their pupils aren't dilated. So they're not under the influence *currently*.

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] - At least not under the influence of stimulants. That doesn't rule out: hallucinogens, benzos, some depressants... how do you know all this?

3. "What's with all the *Nosaphed*?"

ANDRE - "The what now?" He leans in to hear you better.

(Point at the bottles of nasal spray in the corner.) "The 'Nosaphed Ultra.' You have a lot of it lying around."

"The whatever, I wanted to know about another thing."

ANDRE - "Oh! The old 'Ultra'... we.... uhm..."

DRAMA [Medium: Success] - He's like an actor looking to the souffleur for his line.

ANDRE - "I have a major sinus infection. Stuffy nose. We all do. Shit's all blasted up. Winter. Can't even breathe."

"You sound fine to me."

"Oh, okay, I guess that makes sense. Tell me about another thing."

ANDRE - "Yes!" He nods energetically. "That's all Nosaphed's doing. Without the Nosa I'd be drowning in shit right now."

NOID - "Nosaphed *is* the shit!"

"Good. Now unto the next thing."

"Can I have some? I have some nose problems too."

ANDRE - "Uhm... sure." He picks one up from the corner and hands it to you. "Here you go, officer -- the Nosa! Blast away!"

4. "All right. Enough of this." (Conclude.)

ANDRE - He nods enthusiastically. No doubt a *little* relieved.

4. [Logic - Godly 16] Maybe everything isn't quite as you've been told? Take a moment to analyse.

+1 Acele was high. +1 Unexplained ether smell. +1 Unexplained Nosaphed. +1 Headphones were sold.

LOGIC [Godly: Success] - A number of things don't add up. Let's take a look!

DRAMA [Easy: Success] - How about: "Gather around, kids!"

"Okay kids, now gather around..."

"I got bad news for you, Andre. Things don't add up."

NOID - The young speedfreak puts down a busted capacitor and looks at you.

EGG HEAD - The one with the large head seems very enthusiastic about whatever you have planned.

ANDRE - Their would-be leader is less amused.

"Some time in the past -- I'm not sure when and where, but betrayal was involved -- I fell sick and became the shadow you see now. But before that, I have reason to believe I was a police detective."

ANDRE - "But you still are..."

"Thank you for your kind words, but everyone in here sees I'm a disgrace to the uniform."

"I was good enough in this job to be awarded the rank of lieutenant-yefreitor. I could have been captain. Imagine that?"

EGG HEAD - "What happened?" Egg Head looks serious, suddenly.

"Disco happened."

"It smelled so impossibly sweet..."

"Life tore me a new asshole."

"I did. *I* happened to myself."

"I don't know."

EGG HEAD - "I've been trying to say we need the next step in dance music to happen *fast*..."

ANDRE - He looks at his friend: "Shut it."

EGG HEAD - "What? I *have*... I've said that!"

"Now, obviously, that might as well have been a *thousand* years ago. But there's still some detective left in me."

ANDRE - The young speedfreak is silent.

EMPATHY [Medium: Success] - He senses something is wrong.

"Your girl Acele is high as a kite out there. It must have been hard for you boys to keep sober for this meeting."

"This isn't the makings of a club, it's a tent full of laboratory equipment. For manufacturing drugs."

EGG HEAD - "We don't need drugs to be hard core!"

ANDRE - "Shut the fuck up, Egg!"

"Maybe not today, Egg, but you need drugs to get through the days when you're not expecting me."

"So, does Acele need drugs more than you?"

"Bottom line is: I know." (Proceed.)

NOID - "Climb down from the equestrian monument, cop-man. Consciousness is new to the universe. We all have our ways to ease the shock."

2. "So, does Acele need drugs more than you?"

ANDRE - "We know she has a problem, man. We're working on it. She didn't exactly have a smooth adolescence."

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - Underneath, he is furious she ruined it for them. This means trouble for their female friend.

3. "Bottom line is: I know." (Proceed.)

ANDRE - "What exactly is it you know?" He sounds confrontational.

2. "This isn't the makings of a club, it's a tent full of laboratory equipment. For manufacturing drugs."

ANDRE - "I have no idea how you arrived at that conclusion, but it's *wrong!* Look, we even have speakers!" He points at the speaker.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Trivial: Success] - One speaker. They have *one* speaker.

"Where is his friend? Did he lose his friend?"

"You have no headphones. Wouldn't Acele need her headphones to *spin tape*?"

"That Nosaphed is here for its active ingredient."

"The distilled water -- cornerstone of a clean lab."

"The ether in the air -- a useful solvent. Good for getting acting agent out of a solution."

"There is no need for me to pile on any more, is there?" (Proceed.)

ANDRE - "What do you mean *friend*?"

"The other speaker. You have only one."

ANDRE - "It's a one-speaker system! It's monodynamic. You wouldn't know the first thing about sound reproduction in anodic music! Other speaker... Pffft!"

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] - This may be the brain damage talking, but you've definitely never heard of *monodynamic* or *one-speaker systems*.

Level up!

2. "You have no headphones. Wouldn't Acele need her headphones to *spin tape*?"

ANDRE - "What do you know about spinning tape? Nothing!"

"I know you pawned them. Likely for lab equipment and drug ingredients."

ANDRE - "I'm sorry, but there is no lab equipment. And no drug ingredients."

3. "That Nosaphed is here for its active ingredient."

NOID - "He said it was for his nose. What more do you want?"

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] - Likely pseudoephedrine, almost exactly the shape of ephedrine. Ephedrine makes you happy and so does pseudoephedrine.

4. "The distilled water -- cornerstone of a clean lab."

NOID - "And of all cellular-based life. What's your point, law-bringer?"

5. "The ether in the air -- a useful solvent. Good for getting acting agent out of a solution."

ANDRE - "Make up your mind, first it's the sweat, then it's the ether..." He smiles nervously.

6. "There is no need for me to pile on any more, is there?" (Proceed.)

ANDRE - "No shit..." He sounds tired.

2. "In short: you tried to use a police detective to set up a drug lab."

ANDRE - "That's..." He waves his hands. "C'mon, that's..."

"Preposterous?"

"Against the law?"

"Punishable by summary execution?"

ANDRE - "I meant to say: Not true."

3. "So what are we going to do with you?" (Proceed.)

ANDRE - "What do you mean 'do'?"

EMPATHY [Trivial: Success] - There's resignation in his voice. He's almost ready to drop the act. It wouldn't take a lot of pushing.

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - The optimal way to go about this would be indifference. It begins by you telling him you don't care about any of this.

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