Curveball from the College Cuntzilli

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<> <<set $classestaken = 0 >> <<set $metmathhmschl = 0 >> <<set $beenfthguided = 0 >> <<set $seenaugs = 0 >> <<set $triedtoleave = 0 >> <<set $gotticket = 0 >> <<set $namel = "l" >> <<set $namef = "f" >> <<set $beenbattered = 0>> <> <> <<set $SS1 = 0>> <<set $SS2 = 0>> <<set $SS3 = 0>> <<set $SS4 = 0>> <<set $FT1 = 0>> <<set $FT2 = 0>> <<set $FT3 = 0>> <<set $FT4 = 0>> <<set $NT1 = 0>> <<set $NT2 = 0>> <<set $NT3 = 0>> <<set $NT4 = 0>> <<set $BW1 = 0>> <<set $BW2 = 0>> <<set $BW3 = 0>> <<set $BW4 = 0>> <<set $SH1 = 0>> <<set $SH2 = 0>> <> You sit cross-legged around the laptop screen with your older sister, eating chicken ramen with fried spam, green onions, and elotes locos. As the young, svelte, news anchor gazes into the lens longingly, you pick out a chunk of meat, and sniff. Garlic and Jerk seasoning. A little bit of Rosemary, as well. The anchor tosses her hair and raises her fist, angrily shouting into the camera, which has, at some point in the past few seconds, lowered a few inches. <> ... and this is why, dear sisters, and //of course//, our beloved young brothers... <> You briefly consider making some mint, clover, and chamomile tea for your older sister. You smile over at her, she's riveted by the livestreaming news show that the two of you have been watching together for the past few months. <> We //ought to// be ''embracing'' each and every member of this community of ours, the goddess spirituality // 👏fa👏mi👏ly //! <> As she speaks, her hands move rhythmically, her fingers sometimes signing her words, and sometimes simply tapping at her breasts, or neck, for emphasis. As she says "family", she snaps each syllable, fingers at her third eye, drawing your gaze to hers, and snapping you awake. As she continues, she crosses her arms, tosses her hair once more, and smiles knowingly into the lens. <> ... and yes, at times, these allies may be a tad ... unique, in their expressions of our goddess' love ... <> You notice your sister's toe start to tap up and down quickly. <> But sisters, they //are// our allies, and they have much to teach us, as we do them. <> Your sister makes a "tch"ing sound with her tongue, and the toe tapping gets even quicker. <> ... and so, my dear sisters, as //always//, I encourage you to hold your brothers to heel, but //hold them tight//, and ''love'' them in //every// way! <> As the anchor finishes her speech, she turns to a college student who resembles her greatly, and kisses him like a lover. Upon seeing this, your sister smiles wide, before moving in on you, kissing your forehead repeatedly, as she //not so gently// grabs onto your forearms, and pulls your face into her bosom. The warmth and softness of her chest, and the oddly sweet but also very sweaty scents enveloping you, are offset slightly by her needy scratches up and down your slim biceps, and the oddly hungry sounding growls that she's making in between kissing your forehead and hair. <> Daddy's drunk and on his pills again. You should sleep with me, he won't be off the couch, and I don't want you around his dirty whores. They're Jehovans... <> [[I'll sleep with you...|0B - ii]] [[Um... Miss Angelique said I should probably sleep with her... |0A - i]]

Her eyes look oddly glazed over, as she says her nightly line. <> You've done well today, I'm very proud of you, as is our goddess. Come to me. <> As she wraps her arms around you, the laptop closes, with a satisfying "click!" It's how every night ends, every night since the revolution. When your mother left, to protest the mass selloff of arms to the public. It had ended in LRP victory, but your mother had been shot. Your father had been at work. He hadn't worked since. Miss Angelique was a woman from the local church, your sister didn't like her, and you weren't sure why. She listened to the same types of music your sister did, and she was almost the same age. Just a few years older. Maybe it was because she was loud. She was your dad's new girlfriend, that much was obvious. She'd run a rocket artillery battalion for most of the revolution, and now she couldn't hear anything. The local militia veteran's club had given her some hearing aids, but she didn't wear them all the time, and the battery would explode if it got too hot, and it's summer. So she's loud. They fuck noisily, and they fuck for a while. <> I still don't want you hanging around with those homeschool sluts. They're //sluts//, I don't care what goddess they worship. They're fucking ''whores''.... Just like those trashy "faith guidance" cunts.... They're all just filthy, filthy and __wrong__ 😤😤😤 <> Your sister's breathing, and heartbeat, which had been //noticeably notable//, begin to soften. As does her grip on your outer thighs. <> ... and they stole daddy. They stole him from ''us''. <> [[Try to get to sleep|0B - iii]]

<> //fine// <> Your sister forcefully pushes you away, and makes a cross with her arms 🙅🙅 , which is your shared non-consent gesture. No more hugging tonight... <> //go// <> You skitter off to your father's room, passing him, drunk and "on his pills", on the couch. He isn't wearing much. The television is on, soft glow of the LED bulbs shining over him. It's the church network, again. Naked women in the forests, beckoning to the camera, robed women behind them, with rifles. You've never been so sure about it, but some of the stuff is nice. [[Open the door|0A - ii]] [[Run back to big sis|0A - iii]] [[Watch TV|0A - iv]]

You drift off easily in the warm embrace of your big sis 😍 Before you know it, you're rushing out the door, to catch the college bus into the city. Your sister had taken the university bus, a much nicer model, hours before you awoke. [[Sit down, Waldo...|0C - i]]

Leaving your passed-out father to his television, you politely knock on your father's door. If you aren't sleeping with your sister, you're sleeping on the couch. Since the two of you have been watching your nightly livestreams, you've been falling asleep together, quite a bit more often. But before that, even before the revolution, you slept on the couch. Mom and Dad were in their room. When Mom died, it was at least Miss Angelique and Dad in there. Now it's just Miss Angelique in there, and Dad taking up the whole couch. Rats on the floor. <> It's you, right, baby? Come in. Your dad's still passed out, he'll be passed out till' noon... <> You walk in. She's got a light on, and she closes a violet, hardcover book with a triple moon on the front, placing it on the bed, next to her tablet PDA. You notice that there are three crossed missiles in the center moon of her book's cover. <> Come up here, there's still that rat problem your dad said he'd take care of. <> As you lay down, Miss Angelique kisses her index finger, and places it on your forehead, lips, and heart. She smiles warmly, looking down on you, for a few seconds, before turning out the light. [[Try to get to sleep|0A - v]]

As you open the door to your shared room, you are met with a sickly sweet scent that is very familiar. It's weed, but it's also your sister masturbating. <> He's a mess, huh? <> You hear a sucking sound in the darkness, and then an almost comical smacking, and you giggle, as you realize that your sister, faintly lit by the laptop screen, is sucking her fingers clean. <> I didn't think you'd come back, sweetie... It's okay, I'm ... fine for now ... <> [[Go to bed|0B - ii]]

You stand in the kitchen, facing the television. There's almost never any speeches or lectures this late, it's all just naked ladies prancing in the forest, or dancing in circles on the beach, or hanging out on boats, naked, smoking joints and playing cards. Those were at least fun, since you could watch them //play cards//. They were often pretty good. The melodic chanting coming from the television is tinny and soft, but still discernable. The picture jumps into a digital mosaic every now and then, as the signal cuts in and out. The women smile into the lens, filling the screen with their wide-eyed wonder. The camera often drifts past ladies in robes, grinning, with assault rifles and shotguns. Radios, and rocket launchers. Once, only once, you saw a group of the naked ladies shaking their asses, bent over the hood of an anti-aircraft missile launcher. Only once, and it was //very// late at night. You head towards your father's room, but stop at the door. Loud moans are coming from inside, and that's not something you're interested in dealing with. <<linkreplace "Watch more TV" t8n>> Late night television has been different since the revolution. You'd figured it would be, but you hadn't expected just how oddly hypnotic it could get. One of the bigger girls laughs silently into the camera, blue-green eyes sparkling, her hair, bleached and short on one side, long and wavy on the other, and a brilliant red. Another, with a shorter cropped pixie cut, takes a drag off a rolled cigarette, and passes it back to her shipmate, a femboy, wearing a slate-grey surgical mask. Into a small ventilator patch, the filter goes, and out of a larger, exhalation plate, the smoke appears. The cigarette continues its journey around the deck. The view of the camera pans down, over tanned thighs and sunbleached hair, painted toenails, and ankle bracelets. Down to the deck of the ship, and a 20 sided die, coming up 14. Coins from the old government change hands, with laughter and mirth all around. <<linkreplace "Watch even more TV" t8n>> You silently make your way over to the remote control, and gently slide it out of your father's hands. He doesn't stir, and his breathing is faint. On the sofa's end-table, lies a blister pack of round, baby-blue tablets. You change the channel. Before the revolution, your family paid for cable, but that ended when your mother died, and when dad lost his job. Now, you're only watching whatever the Canadian or Romanian Ladies' Renaissance Parties decide to put over the airwaves. You mindlessly flip through the channels, until you get to one of the Romanian stations. The priestess wears a translucent purple robe and nothing else. The tail of her high pony, dark, silky, and very straight, spills like a waterfall from the crown of her head, and lays over her chest, becoming almost a pendulum, as she speaks and moves. She speaks english tinged with romanian, and of course, her accent, if you could hear it, would likely be as enjoyable to your ears, as her outfit is, to your eyes. Her warm smile and perpetually open arms invite you to listen, or at least watch. It's easy to trust her shining eyes, and pleasant gestures. As you slowly raise the volume, you find that it's even easier to trust her gentle, rhythmic, and only moderately accented voice. As usual, she's full of encouragements and suggestions, urging the viewer to attend various RLRP religious services, and political gatherings. <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> [[Run back to big sis|0A - iii]]

The college bus is always an experience. Since it goes downtown from the suburbs, and it's free, and it passes right through the Winnipeg City green-zone checkpoint without stopping, plenty of people will just take it into the city, and then go party. As in, ditch college. Because the college is provincially funded, and the bus is subsidized, if you take the bus, you //have// to go to at least one class. The loudspeaker on the bus makes this very clear, over and over again. In a cutting, but very matronly voice, the college system is explained. <> ''ATTENTION YOUNG BROTHER''!!! THE LADIES RENAISSANCE PARTY OF MANITOBA HAS GIFTED YOUR GENERATION WITH THE OPPORTUNITY TO LEARN SKILLS AND SERVE YOUR MOTHERS AND SISTERS IN THE WORLD AND WITH HONOR. ''DO NOT SQUANDER THIS PRECIOUS OPPORTUNITY FOR A FEW CHEAP THRILLS AND TEMPORARY HIGHS''!!!!!!! <> As you look around, you can already see the other boys getting ready to ditch classes. The femboys, as usual, are passing a small vaporizer between them. The pale blue exhaled vapors of their fentanyl and phenazapam e-juice wash over you, cotton candy relaxation, matched with an oddly tense, jittery, adrenaline rush. One after the other. The femboys love it, and they love filling the bus with it, even more. The driver wears a respirator along with his polarized goggles. He's worried about attack drones from the south, and has no time to care about anything else. Everyone else stops caring, soon enough. <> ''YOUNG BROTHER''!!!! THE LADIES RENAISSANCE PARTY OF MANITOBA IS OFFERING //YOU// A CHANCE AT SALVATION!!! THIS ONE CHANCE CAN SLIP THROUGH YOUR FINGERS ''VERY'' EASILY, YOUNG BROTHER!!! STAY AWAY FROM VAPORIZED RESEARCH CHEMICAL ANALOGUES!!! AVOID HOLOGRAPHIC LOTTERY ARCADES AND PORNOGRAPHIC AUGMENTED REALITY ESTABLISHMENTS!!! YOUNG BROTHER, YOUR EFFORTS SHOULD BE FOCUSED ON STUDY, TO UPHOLD THE REVOLUTION WHICH HAS FREED YOU FROM THE SHACKLES OF THE GLOBAL ARROGANCE, AND THE PATRIARCHAL HELLSCAPE WHICH WAS IMPOSED UPON YOU FROM BIRTH!!!!!!!!! <> The punk rock kids pull on their leather and denim vests over their stained college polos, and roll their slacks around their socks, in a facsimile of trouser blousing. In a gentle voice, barely audible above the din of boys, is the daily morning speech of the Manitoba LRP's Culture Minister. <> Beloved Youth of Our Great Manitoban cultural experiment, of our feminist experience, of our goddess' heart! I implore you! ''Go'' to your classes! Our esteemed mother, the grand and wonderful Chairwoman of the Romanian Ladies Republic, Zoia Ceaușescu, has reported thusly ; "''For each semester hour completed in the FINE Manitoban college system, a student is rewarded, IN PARADISE, with a new tree, in the orchard, of their guardian (spiritual) mistress''". This means, beloved youth, that these blissful moments of college enjoyment, are even more, an ''investment'' in your spiritual future!!! <> You notice one of the femboys stick their hand up another's skirt as they shotgun vapor back and forth between themselves. A few of the others bet on the outcome of a tritium-based random number generator. You can't help but enjoy the glowing light show, as the number is generated in the vacuum tubes. 27 this time. Vapor flows out of a femboy's satin, navy-blue, surgical mask, as they pass a small vape cartridge to another. <> AS YOU APPROACH YOUR DESTINY, YOUR ''EDUCATION'', REMEMBER, YOUNG BROTHER, THAT YOU ARE UNDER A LEGAL AND MORAL BIND, TO ATTEND CLASSES AT THE SOUTHEASTERN WINNIPEG YOUTH EDUCATION COLLEGE. __''ALL COWARDS AND DISHONORABLE INDIVIDUALS WHO FLEE THIS OBLIGATION ARE IN VIOLATION OF THE STATUTES SET FORWARD BY THE MANITOBA LADIES RENAISSANCE PARTY MINISTER OF CULTURE''__!!!! DO NOT SHIRK YOUR RESPONSIBILITIES YOUNG BROTHER, AND DO NOT FLEE IN THE FACE OF YOUR OWN FUTURE GOALS AND HAPPINESS!!!! <> The college transport co-ordinator, clad in a well-oiled leather jacket, with black denim fatigues, dark sunglasses, a black baseball helmet, and a grey pull-up spandex facemask, stands up, banging on the steel grates of the emergency exit, with her purple on black polka-dotted oak baton. <> WHEN THE BUS COMES TO A STOP, I'LL KICK THE DOOR, AND THE ALARM WILL SOUND! WE DO THIS //EVERY// MORNING! AND YOU FUCK IT UP, '' ✊ EVERY ✊ MORNING ✊'' !!! THE PROBATIONARIES GET OFF ''FIRST''! THEN THE //REST OF YOU//! '' ✊ DON'T ✊ FUCKING ✊ RUN ✊''! <> [[Cover your ears|0C - ii]]

You drift off easily under the watchful eye of your auntie 😍 Before you know it, you're rushing out the door, to catch the college bus into the city. Miss Angelique had taken the worker's bus, a much older model, hours before you awoke. [[Sit down, Waldo...|0C - i]]

The alarm blares, shrill and piercing. You watch as the transport co-ordinator kicks one of the probationaries out the back exit and onto the ground, for taking too long at the door. You're supposed to just jump, but since the probos are in leg-irons, they sometimes fuck it up, from the weight of the steel. They're just not used to it. It's a lot to get used to. So they get kicked, for taking too long at the door. You really do have to just jump. <> DON'T FUCK AROUND AT THE DOOR! I __WILL__ KICK YOUR STUPID ASS OUT OF THIS BUS!!! ✊✊✊ <> By the time you get to the emergency exit, the run has already started, and the transport co-ordinator is quite clearly pissed off, and quite clearly not somebody to fuck with. You barely get time to see what's below, before she roughly shoves you out the back. A bus swerves and blares its horn, as one of the punk rockers runs into its path, holding a smoke flare, and dancing, obviously flying off the weed and PCP analogues he and his pals were foilvaping on the bus earlier. He tosses the flare onto the roof of the bus, before dropping onto his skateboard, and joining his giggling friends, riding further down the block. They're off to be anti-heroes in a cyberpunk tale that you'll never, ever, read. A couple of the unluckier boys lay on the ground, either being beaten with batons, or groaning from having been beaten by batons, or sobbing, from being pepper gassed. As you look towards the building, you can see one of the smaller College Transport Co-ordinators swinging a baton towards the retreating punk rock kids. She grasps the hand of one of the femboys, and leads their small bevy towards the entrance. With nothing to accomplish in the city, and no cash to party, there's no reason to try and run. [[Head into college|1A - i]]

You are shuffled into the entranceway by more leather-bound ladies with batons, shades, helmets, and masks. As you cross the security checkpoint, handing your admissions papers and passport to the bored looking Admissions Organizer, you're greeted by a large, lilac colored banner with an also very large, green, triple moon 🌒🌑🌘 embroidered onto it. There's an open book 📖 in the central moon. Every time you see it, you have to wonder how much it must have cost to have embroidered. It really //is// big, it's not like they did that at the mall kiosk... From here, 1A, you can go to 1B or 2A . Alternatively, you can look around the area. [[Go to 1B, the Medical Office|1B - i]] [[Go to 2A, the Hallway|2A - i]] <<linkreplace "Look around the area" t8n>>College polos and slacks abound, as do the knee-length and ankle-length skirts of the ladies who happen to share the college with you. Many of them wear headbands and armbands identifying them as members of the local LRP college circle. Students mull around, while a couple of the leather-bound guards share vaporizer tokes and flirt with the femboys. A few posters tout the benefits of graduating college, and moving onto university.<</linkreplace>>

You walk into the medical office, and are immediately greeted by the College Nurse. She wears grey fatigues, and an off-white lab coat. Her black hair is tied up in a bun, and a violet screen-printed quiddus ⚕️ patch is featured on one lapel, offsetting an embroidered triple moon flag, with an open book in the center moon, on the opposite lapel. <> If you're here for pleasure therapy, that's in the faith guidance office, through the back. If you think you've got an infectious disease, please put on a mask, and step onto the scale, for triage. <> <<linkreplace "Ask about 'Pleasure Therapy'" t8n>> <> ... and here I thought it was the only reason you boys showed up! It's handjobs, sweetie. Plain and simple. Sometimes the priestesses'll get a little hot, and give you a little more. It's not a bad time, and if you've got the class stamps, you can go right in ... <> <</linkreplace>> From here, 1B, you can go to 1A and 1C . Alternatievely, you can look around the area. [[Go to 1A, the Entranceway|1A - ii]] [[Go to 1C, the Faith Guidance Office|1C - i]] <<linkreplace "Look around the area" t8n>>The medical office is a drab room, with grey walls, and a single desk, with a boring looking black laptop, municipal government model. The beds look uncomfortable, and the only posters on the walls are about drug addiction prevention. You see pamphlets about the dangers of PCP, Opioid, and Benzo analogues. A strong smell of sandalwood incense wafts over from the plain looking door in the corner, marked, 'Faith Guidance'. <</linkreplace>>

As you enter the main hallway, youths stream past you, on their way to and from classes. Some mull around aimlessly, although the troublemakers don't hang out this close to the security checkpoint. Classrooms beckon, and while there's no set schedule, and no real //structure// for the education that you're recieving, there is plenty to learn and do. From here, 2A, you can go to 1A, 2B, 2C, or 3A. Alternatively, you can look around the area. [[Return to the entranceway|1A - ii]] [[Go to the administrative office|2B - i]] [[Go to the probation office|2C - i]] [[Continue down the hallway|3A - i]] <<linkreplace "Look around the area" t8n>>This section of hallway is rather nondescript and clean, probably since it's near the checkpoint. Posters advertising different educational opportunities adorn the walls. A small group of LRP College Circle members stands outside the administrative office, discussing something or other with a Probation Officer. The circle members wear violet armbands with forest green moons, while the officer wears a small, sparkling green enamel pin on each lapel of her deep purple uniform shirt. Triple moons, of course. She's either got an oddly square and stout figure, or she's wearing body armor, to match the sub-machine gun slung over her back. <</linkreplace>>

The nurse smirks and chuckles lightly, as you cross the room, towards the Faith Guidance Office. You open the door, and step into the slightly humid, and very smokey room. The Faith Guidance Co-ordinator, a rather curvy lady of around 34, relaxes at her desk, idly playing solitaire on her black, municipal-grade laptop. She smiles widely, when she looks up to see you, and quickly spins around in her chair, to face you. Her dark magenta lips, plump and wet, form the words slowly, and methodically. <> A dear student... How can I assist you to find the goddess today? <> The priestess, in sheer white hose, a translucent sky-blue tube top, and a pink on lilac floral peasant skirt, has already assisted you in finding the goddess, simply by showing up to work. You're speechless, and your eyes are going everywhere that the television ladies say eyes shouldn't go. The Faith Guidance co-ordinator smiles warmly once more, and gently pushes her wheeled office chair towards you. As she slowly rolls in your direction, her large, pillowy, breasts jiggle invitingly under the thin fabric of her top. Her dark nipples harden before your eyes, and are //very// stiff by the time she's wheeled herself in front of your still standing form. <> Well? <> She cocks one eyebrow, and lifts her arms above her head, revealing two thick tufts of lush, curly, and slightly damp armpit hair. Her breasts bounce and jiggle once again, and the subtle wiggle of her full hips makes you bite your lower lip and whimper, involuntarily. She grins, and blows you a kiss, in response. <> So you're obviously interested, yes? Interested in me? There's only a few reasons why you wouldn't be... <> You can only whimper once more <> You have to //tell// me what you need, sweetheart... <> [[I need ... your love!|1C - ii]] [[Skitter away adorably|1B - ii]] <<linkreplace "Look around the area" t8n>>The Faith Guidance Office is quite festive, with bats and witches on broomsticks adorning the walls. It's nowhere near Halloween, and you get the feeling that the priestess simply enjoys this sort of decor. A small bust of Aphrodite sits proudly atop a violet and magenta file cabinet, and a framed degree from the Ontario Revolutionary University in "Erotic Healing" hangs on the wall above. A moderately sized poster hangs on the door. It features a young man crying and holding his groin, being watched by a stereotypical street-level sex worker, in ridiculously high heels, a miniskirt with cash stuffed pockets poking from beneath its denim fringe, and a bright pink sports bra, with more cash stuffed into the cups. She stands alongside him, grinning, with numerous silver teeth, encrusted with rubies and sapphires. She puffs on an overly large vape pen, as she counts a wad of bills, with her manicured, red, white, and blue, nails. On her head, is a denim baseball cap, encrusted with jewels, spelling out the word, "SLUT" in, surprise of astoundments, red, white, and blue lettering. The caption is in large, block letters. "DO NOT PATRONIZE UNAUTHORIZED EROTIC HEALERS OR PLEASURE WORKERS!" <</linkreplace>>

The Faith Guidance Co-ordinator's eyes narrow, and she smiles hungrily, looking you up and down, and wiggling her hips feverishly, as she slowly nudges her office chair closer towards you. <> ... and so you shall have it, childe of my heart ... <> [[Swoon 😚|1C - iii]]

You walk into the medical office, and are immediately greeted, once again, by the College Nurse. She wears grey fatigues, and an off-white lab coat. Her black hair is tied up in a bun, and a violet screen-printed quiddus ⚕️ patch is featured on her lapel, offsetting an embroidered triple moon flag, with an open book in the center moon. <> That didn't take long! <<if $beenfthguided == 1>> You look a lot better now, honey 💟 You should look into the party's programs a bit more... <</if>> <> The nurse smiles warmly, and winks. <> Our priestesses are good at what they do, right? It'd take forever when I was still doing prostate support. Everybody kept clenching! <> From here, 1B, you can go to 1A and 1C . Alternatievely, you can look around the area. [[Go to 1A, the Entranceway|1A - ii]] [[Go to 1C, the Faith Guidance Office|1C - i]] <<linkreplace "Look around the area" t8n>>The medical office is a drab room, with grey walls, and a single desk, with a boring looking black laptop, municipal government model. The beds look uncomfortable, and the only posters on the walls are about drug addiction prevention. You see pamphlets about the dangers of PCP, Opioid, and Benzo analogues. A strong smell of sandalwood incense wafts over from the plain looking door in the corner, marked, 'Faith Guidance'. <</linkreplace>>

<> After we handle a few clerical tasks. Passport and Admissions Papers, my lovely 💋 <> The Faith Guidance Co-ordinator spins and glides her office chair back to her desk, and municipal-grade laptop. <<linkreplace "Hand her your papers" t8n>> <> Fantastic, thank you. *tap* *tap* *tap* Oh, this is such an adorably cute picture of you. *tap* *tap* You'd make an amazing femboy, do you know that, sweetie? *tap* *tap* *tap* *tap* *tap* let's see... Well, I'm sorry to see that your only SFR is your sister, that's very sad. So she is ... a ... *sigh* university student, right. SMR is a father ... *tap* *tap* *tap* *tap* ... temporary unemployment ... *tap* *tap* *tap* applied for permenant disability ... *tap* *tap* ... let's see ... So you're to be recommended towards basic services here regardless of class attendance ... *tap* *tap* *tap* *tap* *tap* You can go and grab some oil or water lubricant from the file cabinet, it's in the middle shelf, on the right. There's plenty to choose from. <> The Faith Guidance Co-ordinator grabs a pair of hypoallergenic, nylon gloves, and snaps them on, smiling at you, all the time. [[Grab the lubricant|1C - iv]] <</linkreplace>>

You can't help but tremble slightly, as you enter the administrative office. The fatigues here are black, and the berets are a rainbow, which is never good. The lack of masked, leatherbound, guards is concerning, in its own way. A couple of Student Council Sisterhood members sit at their posts, the only giveaway that they're still students, being the ankle length pleated skirts, that they wear over their fatigues. They wear the same forest-green berets as the instructors. [[Back to the hallway!!! 😵|2A - i]] <<linkreplace "Look around the area" t8n>> The administrative office is quite drab, and there isn't much to look at. Here and there, the permanent faculty have decorated their desks with icons of their matron goddesses, or pictures of their kids, or their pets. The most interesting thing that you see is one of the office workers repairing a set of augmented reality glasses with a soldering iron. <</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Ask about daypasses to Winnipeg City Center" t8n>> Gathering up your courage, you decide to look into the prospect of getting a daypass, to head into Winnipeg. Officially, the daypasses are for group educational trips. Generally, there's a stop-off at the boutiques as well, so it's a great way to get to the tea shop, or the herbalist's. Your sister, //and// your stepmother, would be very appreciative. You step up to the counter, and the Student Council Sister, about your age, with twin black curls sitting beneath her dark magenta beret. <> To recieve a daypass, you must attend at least eight classes. It doesn't matter which eight, and yes, you //can// repeat classes, it's fine. Lots of people do that, honey. <> <<linkreplace "I'd like to apply for a daypass to Winnipeg City Center, dear sister." t8n>> She takes your class stamp booklet and examines it in a relaxed fashion, smiling, as she pages through the very detailed collection of demographics and medical information that precedes the actual stamping pages. <> <<if $classestaken < 8>> <> Why are you wasting my time, when you should be in //any// of these wonderful classes, that our dearest mothers and grandmothers could have only dreamed of having their sons take? Why have you not joined the party, dear brother student? Ask yourself these questions, and ponder upon your life, because as I look through your chart, I thank the goddess for our gentle army of social workers, who freed you from the shackles of the twin oppressions of wage and patriarchal slavery, and provided you with a true understanding of the spiritual mother and eternal creatrix that has always existed in the shadows, but was suppressed, by both the wage theft robber barons of old, and the capitalist dæmon that still exists, and thrives, in the very homes that we believe to be safe, and in the very hearts of man, these men, whom we have freed, whom we only seek to train in the way of our goddess' heart, and still, and yet, and thus mote it be. <> She hands you back your class booklet with a subtle grin, and turns back to her work. <<else>> <> Your sister is a terrorist, and your father is a drug dealer, you cannot go to Winnipeg City Center. Members of the Party can escort you on a moonlight viewing of the clouds, gathering at Winnipeg Municipal Library. See your local Party representative for further information. <> She hands you back your class booklet with a subtle grin, and turns back to her work. <</if>> <> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

The first thing you notice about the probation office, is the blood. It's all over the ground, although one of the probos is slowly mopping it up. His leg-irons clank-clank-clink along with every stroke of the mop. A probation officer rests her arm on her sawed-off 20-gauge, slung on the front, over her body armor. It's supposed to be loaded with baton rounds. Other probos sit, waiting to be processed, along with new probos, caught this morning, trying to run into the city. Since the college bus gets you into the Winnipeg Green Zone, no questions asked, no checks of any kind, and also for free... You've considered it yourself, but then, even if you got into the city, you'd still need a lady of peer or greater age, as a chaperone. That is, unless you wanted to just keep running from the cops and security, and somehow keep dodging all the city checkpoints, all the way to wherever you're going. The skaters manage it, but they usually keep moving, and only stop to foilvape more of whatever's on the menu that day. [[Get out of here before somebody mistakes you for a probo|2A - i]]

As you enter the Mathematics section, you cringe. Femboys everywhere, vaping with the instructors, laughing and kissing them, trying on their forest-green berets for impromptu fashion shows, and playfully shaking their AA cups at best in the direction of anything AFAB. The security guards are nowhere to be found, although a leather jacket and bright purple baton hang on the back of an empty metal folding chair, outside the Janitor's Closet. [[Back to the administrative hallway 😖😖😖|2A - i]] [[Forward, to the language hallway|4A - i]] [[BASIC MATHS|3B - i]] [[APPLIED MATHS|3C - i]] <<linkreplace "Look around the area" t8n>> The maths section is lined with posters about, you guessed it, maths. Or rather, how maths can serve the revolution. One shows a young, glassy-eyed femboy, masked and lovely, in the large, tender, arms of their very butchy and matronly direct supervisor, at a geothermal power plant. Another features a chisel-jawed young sailor, sitting on a metal stool, at a metal desk, on what can only be some naval vessel, with a compass and a ruler, and a map, as his large-busted, blonde, navigation officer, wraps her arm around his waist, and tickles a spiral-goddess tattoo on his lower back. His shorts are //short//. <</linkreplace>> <<if $metmathhmschl == 0>> <<linkreplace "Make brief eye contact with university-age girl in denim jacket" t8n>>Her dazzling green eyes meet yours only for a quarter of a second, but she quickly moves in towards you, takes your hand, holds it //hard//, and kisses your neck. She then leans in, to whisper in your ear. You can see, on her left pocket, there's a patch pinned on. It's a triple moon, with two crossed cannons, and a missile running up the middle. <> Your sweat tastes alright, like you're almost sober. You should come to the art hallway, and do cool art stuff, with chicks like me. I got home-schooled in Yellowknife, but then the revolution happened, so now I have to get a college degree. It's free, so I don't care, but I miss my brother. You look like he did. Come to the art hallway... <> <> <<set $metmathhmschl = 1>> <> <</linkreplace>> <</if>>

As you return to the entranceway, the Admissions Organizer eyes you up and down. She looks a little pissed that you aren't in class. She won't stamp you out if you haven't been to a few classes. From here, 1A, you can go to 1B or 2A . Alternatively, you can look around the area. <<linkreplace "Ask about exit stamps and buses" t8n>>You casually head up to the admissions organizer, ignoring the guards, who only briefly take a break from their romance to size you up. They don't perceive you as anything resembling a threat, and quickly return to scoring dates. <> You need to go to eight classes for your exit... <> She eyes your face, looks down at something on her desk, and then squints, while looking at your face again, this time for longer. As she speaks, her tone shifts from bored, to businesslike, but with a bit of sympathy, which is almost more concerning than anger, coming from one of the few people authorized to let you out of the building. <> Passport and Admissions Papers, //my dear// brother youth... <> She smiles warmly as she takes your paperwork, but then sighs somewhat sadly, as she opens your class booklet, seeing your name and demographic information. She briefly leafs back to the stamp pages, before handing your booklet back to you. <<if $classestaken < 8>> <> Maybe head to the Language hallway, I know they've got plenty of... activities... or just go spend some time in Faith Guidance! Either way, off you go, back to classes... <> <<else>> She gives you a weary smile, and takes a deep breath, as if she's about to give you some bad news. <> Well... dear brother youth, I'm afraid that... well, due to a peace officer investigation into your surviving male relative for Drug Offence... and another one, into your surviving //female// relative, for... <> Her smile immediately disappears, her face becoming terse, as she speaks again. <> Association with a Terroristic Entity... <> She eyes you carefully, studying your response for a moment, before returning to the paperwork that is apparently keeping you here, for the time being. Unsure of what to do, or even how to react, and completely alone, you feel the world begin to contract, and you can only wish that your old march captain was here. You'd always felt a special sense of calm and peace, hearing her proud voice, calling to your response. Before you can call her chants into your mind, however, the Admissions Organizer continues. <> your listed domicile is being treated as a crime scene for the time being, as well as... <> She shuffles the papers around a bit. <> yes, it's also been condemned temporarily, there was a destructive rodent colony discovered during the search, and so the building needs to be renovated... <> So there it is. That rat problem really did need taking care of. Even if you could leave, where would you go? <<set $triedtoleave = 1>> <</if>> <</linkreplace>> <<if $beenbattered >= 1>> [[Go to 2A, the Hallway|2A - i]] <<elseif $beenfthguided >= 1>> [[Return to 1B, the Medical Office|1B - iii]] [[Go to 2A, the Hallway|2A - i]] <<else>> [[Go to 2A, the Hallway|2A - i]] [[Go to 1B, the Medical Office|1B - i]] <</if>> <<linkreplace "Look around the area" t8n>>College polos and slacks abound, as do the knee-length and ankle-length skirts of the ladies who happen to share the college with you. Many of them wear headbands and armbands identifying them as members of the local LRP college circle. Students mull around, while the leather-bound guards share vaporizer tokes and flirt with the femboys. A few posters tout the benefits of graduating college, and moving onto university.<</linkreplace>>

<> <<set $PCTRAITSS = random(1,4)>> <<set $PCTRAITFT = random(1,4)>> <<set $PCTRAITNT = random(1,4)>> <<set $PCTRAITBW = random(1,4)>> <<set $PCTRAITSH = random(1,4)>> <<set $PCTRAITPF = random(1,4)>> <<set $PCPATH = 2>> <<set $PCMATRON = 2>> <<set $PCSKILL01 = random(1,4)>> <<set $PCSKILL02 = random(1,4)>> <<set $PCSKILL03 = random(1,4)>> <<set $PCSKILL04 = random(1,4)>> <<set $PCSKILL05 = random(1,4)>> <<set $PCSKILL06 = random(1,4)>> <<set $PCSKILL07 = random(1,4)>> <<set $PCSKILL08 = random(1,4)>> <<set $PCSKILL09 = random(1,4)>> <<set $PCSKILL10 = random(1,4)>> <<set $PCSKILL11 = random(1,4)>> <<set $PCSKILL12 = random(1,4)>> <<set $PCSKILL13 = random(1,4)>> <<set $PCSKILL14 = random(1,4)>> <<set $PCSKILL15 = random(1,4)>> <<set $PCDES01 = random(1,4)>> <<set $PCDES02 = random(1,4)>> <<set $PCDES03 = random(1,4)>> <<set $PCDES04 = random(1,4)>> <<set $PCDES05 = random(1,4)>> <<set $PCDES06 = random(1,4)>> <<set $PCDES07 = random(1,4)>> <<set $PCDES08 = random(1,4)>> <<set $PCDES09 = random(1,4)>> <<set $PCDES10 = random(1,4)>> <<set $PCDES11 = random(1,4)>> <<set $PCDES12 = random(1,4)>> <<set $PCDES13 = random(1,4)>> <<set $PCDES14 = random(1,4)>> <<set $PCDES15 = random(1,4)>> <<set $ECTRAITPS = 1>> <<set $ECTRAITFT = 2>> <<set $ECTRAITNT = 4>> <<set $ECTRAITBW = 4>> <<set $ECTRAITSH = 3>> <<set $ECTRAITPF = 3>> <<set $ECMMCVAL = 2>> <<set $ECPATH = 2>> <<set $ECSKILL01 = 4>> <<set $ECSKILL02 = 1>> <<set $ECSKILL03 = 2>> <<set $ECSKILL04 = 2>> <<set $ECSKILL05 = 1>> <<set $ECSKILL06 = 3>> <<set $ECSKILL07 = 1>> <<set $ECSKILL08 = 1>> <<set $ECSKILL09 = 1>> <<set $ECSKILL10 = 4>> <<set $ECSKILL11 = 1>> <<set $ECSKILL12 = 2>> <<set $ECSKILL13 = 1>> <<set $ECSKILL14 = 3>> <<set $ECSKILL15 = 1>> <<set $ECDES01 = 4>> <<set $ECDES02 = 2>> <<set $ECDES03 = 2>> <<set $ECDES04 = 4>> <<set $ECDES05 = 1>> <<set $ECDES06 = 2>> <<set $ECDES07 = 1>> <<set $ECDES08 = 2>> <<set $ECDES09 = 1>> <<set $ECDES10 = 4>> <<set $ECDES11 = 1>> <<set $ECDES12 = 4>> <<set $ECDES13 = 1>> <<set $ECDES14 = 2>> <<set $ECDES15 = 1>> <> <> <<set $PCHP = 100>> <<set $ECHP = 100>> <<set $FRPLYDMG = 0>> <<set $ECSEXACT = 0>> <<set $PCSEXACT = 0>> <<set $ECPF = $ECTRAITPF>> <<set $PCPF = $PCTRAITPF>> <<set $POSFACE = 0>> <> PCHP = $PCHP ECHP = $ECHP [[Next Phase|Wakamakaze Battle Base]]

<> <<if $PCTRAITPF >= $ECTRAITPF>> <<set $PCTURN = 1>> <<else>> <<set $PCTURN = 0>> <</if>> <> PCTURN = $PCTURN <<if $PCTURN == 1>> It is PC's Turn [[NIBBLE THE NIPPLE|PCATK002-A]] [[GROPE AND GAZE|PCATK003-A]] [[FOLD AND FAWN|PCATK004-A]] [[HUMP THE HAND|PCATK005-A]] <<else>> [[NUT JUGGLE|ECATK002-A]] [[POLE CONTROL|ECATK003-A]] [[MOMMY COO|ECATK004-A]] [[SILKEN SMOTHER|ECATK005-A]] <</if>>

<> <<if $ECLASTATK == 4>> <> Just latch and suck, cutie... It's gonna feel like love, I promise 💋 <> With no other options, you do as the Faith Guidance Co-ordinator asks. Her arms are strong, and your entire body feels so tingly, you just can't move. You close your eyes, and do your best to feel the love... <<else>> You decide to kiss and lick at the Faith Guidance Co-ordinator's pale breasts, and dark nipples. Her musky scent surrounds you, and your entire body feels so tingly, that you can barely move. <> Doesn't it feel like love, baby? *squeal* <> <</if>> <> <> <<if $PCTRAITSH == 1>> <<set $BBMV1 = .25>> <<elseif $PCTRAITSH == 2>> <<set $BBMV1 = .50>> <<elseif $PCTRAITSH == 3>> <<set $BBMV1 = .75>> <<elseif $PCTRAITSH == 4>> <<set $BBMV1 = 1.0>> <</if>> <> <> <<if $PCMATRON == 1>> <<set $BBMV2 = 1.0>> <<elseif $PCMATRON == 2>> <<set $BBMV2 = .00>> <<elseif $PCMATRON == 3>> <<set $BBMV2 = .00>> <<elseif $PCMATRON == 4>> <<set $BBMV2 = .50>> <<elseif $PCMATRON == 5>> <<set $BBMV2 = .00>> <</if>> <> <> <<if $ECMMCVAL == "1">> <<set $MMCHELP = .25>> <<elseif $ECMMCVAL == "2">> <<set $MMCHELP = .75>> <<elseif $ECMMCVAL == "3">> <<set $MMCHELP = .50>> <</if>> <> <<set $BBMV = $BBMV1+$BBMV2+$MMCHELP>> <<set $PCDMGINIT = random(1,5)>> <<set $PCDMG = $PCDMGINIT+($BBMV*($PCSKILL10+$ECDES10+($PCDES10*.5)))+$PCTRAITBW+($ECTRAITFT+$FRPLYDMG)+($ECTRAITNT*.5)>> <> <<if $ECSEXACT == 1>> <<set $ECHP = $ECHP - ($PCDMG*.5)>> <<else>> <<set $FRPLYDMG = ($PCDMG*.05)+$FRPLYDMG>> <</if>> <> Foreplay Damage is <<=$FRPLYDMG.toFixed(2)>> PCHP is <<=$PCHP.toFixed(2)>> ECHP is <<=$ECHP.toFixed(2)>> <<set $PCLASTATK = 1>> <<if $PCLASTATK == 0>> <<if $FRPLYDMG >= 6>> XXGOTOCHOSENPOSITIONXX <<else>> [[SILKEN SMOTHER|ECATK005-A]] <</if>> <</if>> <<if $ECHP >= 0>> <<if $PCLASTATK == 1>> <<if $PCSEXACT == 1>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=8>> [[POLE CONTROL|ECATK003-A]] <<else>> [[NUT JUGGLE|ECATK002-A]] <</if>> <<else>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=6>> [[SILKEN SMOTHER|ECATK005-A]] <<else>> [[MOMMY COO|ECATK004-A]] <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=6>> [[SOAK AND SQUEEZE|ECATK901-A]] <<else>> [[SOAK AND SMOOCH|ECATK902-A]] <</if>> <</if>> <<if $ECHP >= 0>> <<if $PCLASTATK == 2>> <<if $PCSEXACT == 1>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=8>> [[POLE CONTROL|ECATK003-A]] <<else>> [[MOMMY COO|ECATK004-A]] <</if>> <<else>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=6>> [[SILKEN SMOTHER|ECATK005-A]] <<else>> [[MOMMY COO|ECATK004-A]] <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=6>> [[SOAK AND SQUEEZE|ECATK901-A]] <<else>> [[SOAK AND SMOOCH|ECATK902-A]] <</if>> <</if>> <<if $ECHP >= 0>> <<if $PCLASTATK == 3>> <<if $PCSEXACT == 1>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=8>> [[MOMMY COO|ECATK004-A]] <<else>> [[NUT JUGGLE|ECATK002-A]] <</if>> <<else>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=9>> [[POLE CONTROL|ECATK003-A]] <<elseif $AIROLL >=5>> [[MOMMY COO|ECATK004-A]] <<else>> [[SILKEN SMOTHER|ECATK005-A]] <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=6>> [[SOAK AND SQUEEZE|ECATK901-A]] <<else>> [[SOAK AND SMOOCH|ECATK902-A]] <</if>> <</if>> <<if $PCHP >= 0>> <<if $PCLASTATK == 4>> <<if $ECSEXACT == 1>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=9>> [[NUT JUGGLE|ECATK002-A]] <<else>> [[MOMMY COO|ECATK004-A]] <</if>> <<else>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=8>> [[SILKEN SMOTHER|ECATK005-A]] <<elseif $AIROLL >=5>> [[POLE CONTROL|ECATK003-A]] <<else>> [[MOMMY COO|ECATK004-A]] <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> [[JOYFUL JIZZ|PCATK901-A]] [[SEXY SOAK|PCATK902-A]] <</if>>

As you gaze into the Faith Guidance Co-ordinator's soft, warm, eyes, you feel all of your troubles melt away. All of your strength goes right along with it, and you almost drift off to sleep, but when your eyes close, the vision of a bloodied college polo shirt, and a grinning smile, missing teeth, fade into an older vision, flashes of light and loud bangs, coming from the backyard two houses down. One after another, in quick succession. Then the deeper booms, and dimmer flashes, in the subdivision two kilometers past the Hortons. You snap back into reality, and the Faith Guidance Co-ordinator's warm eyes greet you once more. You feel your shoulders drop, and your neck relax. <> Touch helps, honey. Would you like to feel my chest? <> The Faith Guidance Co-ordinator takes your hand in hers, never taking her warm gaze off yours. She guides your hand to her breast. Your hand almost instinctively closes around it, and she smiles, as do you. <> <<set $PCSD0108WAV = (($PCSKILL01*.75)+($PCSKILL08*.25))+(($PCDES01*.30)+($PCDES08*.20))>> <<set $ECD0108WAV = (($ECDES01*.75)+($ECDES08*.25))>> <> <> <<if $ECMMCVAL == "1">> <<set $MMCHELP = 1.00>> <<elseif $ECMMCVAL == "2">> <<set $MMCHELP = 1.25>> <<elseif $ECMMCVAL == "3">> <<set $MMCHELP = 1.50>> <</if>> <> <<set $PCDMGINIT = random(1,5)>> <<set $PCDMG = ($PCDMGINIT+$PCSD0108WAV+($ECD0108WAV*$MMCHELP)+(($PCTRAITNT+$ECTRAITNT)*.50)+$PCTRAITBW+($ECTRAITFT+$FRPLYDMG))>> <> <<if $ECSEXACT == 1>> <<set $ECHP = $ECHP - ($PCDMG*.5)>> <<else>> <<set $FRPLYDMG = ($PCDMG*.05)+$FRPLYDMG>> <</if>> <> Foreplay Damage is <<=$FRPLYDMG.toFixed(2)>> PCHP is <<=$PCHP.toFixed(2)>> ECHP is <<=$ECHP.toFixed(2)>> <<set $PCLASTATK = 2>> <<if $PCLASTATK == 0>> <<if $FRPLYDMG >= 6>> XXGOTOCHOSENPOSITIONXX <<else>> [[SILKEN SMOTHER|ECATK005-A]] <</if>> <</if>> <<if $ECHP >= 0>> <<if $PCLASTATK == 1>> <<if $PCSEXACT == 1>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=8>> [[POLE CONTROL|ECATK003-A]] <<else>> [[NUT JUGGLE|ECATK002-A]] <</if>> <<else>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=6>> [[SILKEN SMOTHER|ECATK005-A]] <<else>> [[MOMMY COO|ECATK004-A]] <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=6>> [[SOAK AND SQUEEZE|ECATK901-A]] <<else>> [[SOAK AND SMOOCH|ECATK902-A]] <</if>> <</if>> <<if $ECHP >= 0>> <<if $PCLASTATK == 2>> <<if $PCSEXACT == 1>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=8>> [[POLE CONTROL|ECATK003-A]] <<else>> [[MOMMY COO|ECATK004-A]] <</if>> <<else>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=6>> [[SILKEN SMOTHER|ECATK005-A]] <<else>> [[MOMMY COO|ECATK004-A]] <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=6>> [[SOAK AND SQUEEZE|ECATK901-A]] <<else>> [[SOAK AND SMOOCH|ECATK902-A]] <</if>> <</if>> <<if $ECHP >= 0>> <<if $PCLASTATK == 3>> <<if $PCSEXACT == 1>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=8>> [[MOMMY COO|ECATK004-A]] <<else>> [[NUT JUGGLE|ECATK002-A]] <</if>> <<else>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=9>> [[POLE CONTROL|ECATK003-A]] <<elseif $AIROLL >=5>> [[MOMMY COO|ECATK004-A]] <<else>> [[SILKEN SMOTHER|ECATK005-A]] <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=6>> [[SOAK AND SQUEEZE|ECATK901-A]] <<else>> [[SOAK AND SMOOCH|ECATK902-A]] <</if>> <</if>> <<if $PCHP >= 0>> <<if $PCLASTATK == 4>> <<if $ECSEXACT == 1>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=9>> [[NUT JUGGLE|ECATK002-A]] <<else>> [[MOMMY COO|ECATK004-A]] <</if>> <<else>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=8>> [[SILKEN SMOTHER|ECATK005-A]] <<elseif $AIROLL >=5>> [[POLE CONTROL|ECATK003-A]] <<else>> [[MOMMY COO|ECATK004-A]] <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> [[JOYFUL JIZZ|PCATK901-A]] [[SEXY SOAK|PCATK902-A]] <</if>>

You can't help but wrap your arms around the Faith Guidance Co-ordinator's waist, warm and plump, and kiss her. She giggles and strokes your hair, and you laugh, forgetting all about the morning's troubles, your father's lifestyle, and everything else. For just a moment, you are completely serene. <> You're so beautiful... I bet it's nicer here in the city, isn't it? They have apartments for the femboys in university... Those lovely yellow and white buildings, that just went up? Just for university students... <> The Faith Guidance Co-ordinator gently strokes the back of your neck, her fingers tracing where the straps of a surgical mask might sit, all //very// sensitive spots. <> <<set $PCSD0603WAV = (($PCSKILL06*.75)+($PCSKILL03*.25))+(($PCDES06*.30)+($PCDES03*.20))>> <<set $ECD0603WAV = (($ECDES06*.75)+($ECDES03*.25))>> <> <> <<if $ECMMCVAL == "1">> <<set $MMCHELP = 1.00>> <<elseif $ECMMCVAL == "2">> <<set $MMCHELP = 1.50>> <<elseif $ECMMCVAL == "3">> <<set $MMCHELP = 1.25>> <</if>> <> <> <<if $PCMATRON == 1>> <<set $BBMV2 = 1.25>> <<elseif $PCMATRON == 2>> <<set $BBMV2 = 1.00>> <<elseif $PCMATRON == 3>> <<set $BBMV2 = 1.00>> <<elseif $PCMATRON == 4>> <<set $BBMV2 = 1.20>> <<elseif $PCMATRON == 5>> <<set $BBMV2 = 1.50>> <</if>> <> <> <<set $PCECHIST = 0>> <> <<set $PCDMGINIT = random(1,5)>> <<set $PCDMG = $PCDMGINIT+($PCSD0603WAV*$BBMV2)+($ECD0603WAV*$MMCHELP)+($PCECHIST)+(($PCTRAITNT+$ECTRAITNT)*.5)+($PCTRAITBW*.5)+(($ECTRAITFT*.5)+$FRPLYDMG)>> <> <<if $ECSEXACT == 1>> <<set $ECHP = $ECHP - ($PCDMG*.5)>> <<else>> <<set $FRPLYDMG = ($PCDMG*.05)+$FRPLYDMG>> <</if>> <> Foreplay Damage is <<=$FRPLYDMG.toFixed(2)>> PCHP is <<=$PCHP.toFixed(2)>> ECHP is <<=$ECHP.toFixed(2)>> <<set $PCLASTATK = 3>> <<if $PCLASTATK == 0>> <<if $FRPLYDMG >= 6>> XXGOTOCHOSENPOSITIONXX <<else>> [[SILKEN SMOTHER|ECATK005-A]] <</if>> <</if>> <<if $ECHP >= 0>> <<if $PCLASTATK == 1>> <<if $PCSEXACT == 1>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=8>> [[POLE CONTROL|ECATK003-A]] <<else>> [[NUT JUGGLE|ECATK002-A]] <</if>> <<else>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=6>> [[SILKEN SMOTHER|ECATK005-A]] <<else>> [[MOMMY COO|ECATK004-A]] <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=6>> [[SOAK AND SQUEEZE|ECATK901-A]] <<else>> [[SOAK AND SMOOCH|ECATK902-A]] <</if>> <</if>> <<if $ECHP >= 0>> <<if $PCLASTATK == 2>> <<if $PCSEXACT == 1>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=8>> [[POLE CONTROL|ECATK003-A]] <<else>> [[MOMMY COO|ECATK004-A]] <</if>> <<else>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=6>> [[SILKEN SMOTHER|ECATK005-A]] <<else>> [[MOMMY COO|ECATK004-A]] <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=6>> [[SOAK AND SQUEEZE|ECATK901-A]] <<else>> [[SOAK AND SMOOCH|ECATK902-A]] <</if>> <</if>> <<if $ECHP >= 0>> <<if $PCLASTATK == 3>> <<if $PCSEXACT == 1>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=8>> [[MOMMY COO|ECATK004-A]] <<else>> [[NUT JUGGLE|ECATK002-A]] <</if>> <<else>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=9>> [[POLE CONTROL|ECATK003-A]] <<elseif $AIROLL >=5>> [[MOMMY COO|ECATK004-A]] <<else>> [[SILKEN SMOTHER|ECATK005-A]] <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=6>> [[SOAK AND SQUEEZE|ECATK901-A]] <<else>> [[SOAK AND SMOOCH|ECATK902-A]] <</if>> <</if>> <<if $PCHP >= 0>> <<if $PCLASTATK == 4>> <<if $ECSEXACT == 1>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=9>> [[NUT JUGGLE|ECATK002-A]] <<else>> [[MOMMY COO|ECATK004-A]] <</if>> <<else>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=8>> [[SILKEN SMOTHER|ECATK005-A]] <<elseif $AIROLL >=5>> [[POLE CONTROL|ECATK003-A]] <<else>> [[MOMMY COO|ECATK004-A]] <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> [[JOYFUL JIZZ|PCATK901-A]] [[SEXY SOAK|PCATK902-A]] <</if>>

<> Ready to have some fun, sweetheart? <> The Faith Guidance Co-ordinator lowers her gaze, grinning widely, as her hands dance over your most sensitive parts. As her eyes once again meet yours, a stony gaze and a finger snap send your hips into overdrive, and as you wrap your arms around the Faith Guidance Co-ordinator's warm, silky, neck, moaning needily into her shoulder, you realize that you're quite exhausted, for some reason. The Faith Guidance Co-ordinator just smiles warmly, and licks her fingertips... <> <<if $PCTRAITBW == 1>> <<set $PIOBW = 4>> <<elseif $PCTRAITBW == 2>> <<set $PIOBW = 3>> <<elseif $PCTRAITBW == 3>> <<set $PIOBW = 2>> <<elseif $PCTRAITBW == 4>> <<set $PIOBW = 1>> <</if>> <> <> <<if $ECTRAITNT == 1>> <<set $HTHPLAY = 0.0>> <<elseif $ECTRAITNT == 2>> <<set $HTHPLAY = 0.5>> <<elseif $ECTRAITNT == 3>> <<set $HTHPLAY = 1.0>> <<elseif $ECTRAITNT == 4>> <<set $HTHPLAY = 1.1>> <</if>> <> <<set $PCTSD = ($PIOBW)+($FRPLYDMG+$PCTRAITFT)+($PCSKILL08+($PCDES08*.5))>> <<set $ECTSD = ($ECTRAITNT*$HTHPLAY)+($HTHPLAY*$ECTRAITBW)+($ECDES08)+($HTHPLAY*$ECDES01)>>> <<set $PCSEXACT = 1>> <<set $PCDMGINIT = random(1,10)>> <<set $PCDMG = ($PCTSD+$ECTSD)+$PCDMGINIT>> <<set $PCHP = $PCHP - ($PCDMG*.5)>> Foreplay Damage is <<=$FRPLYDMG.toFixed(2)>> PCHP is <<=$PCHP.toFixed(2)>> ECHP is <<=$ECHP.toFixed(2)>> <<set $PCLASTATK = 4>> <<if $PCLASTATK == 0>> <<if $FRPLYDMG >= 6>> XXGOTOCHOSENPOSITIONXX <<else>> [[SILKEN SMOTHER|ECATK005-A]] <</if>> <</if>> <<if $ECHP >= 0>> <<if $PCLASTATK == 1>> <<if $PCSEXACT == 1>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=8>> [[POLE CONTROL|ECATK003-A]] <<else>> [[NUT JUGGLE|ECATK002-A]] <</if>> <<else>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=6>> [[SILKEN SMOTHER|ECATK005-A]] <<else>> [[MOMMY COO|ECATK004-A]] <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=6>> [[SOAK AND SQUEEZE|ECATK901-A]] <<else>> [[SOAK AND SMOOCH|ECATK902-A]] <</if>> <</if>> <<if $ECHP >= 0>> <<if $PCLASTATK == 2>> <<if $PCSEXACT == 1>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=8>> [[POLE CONTROL|ECATK003-A]] <<else>> [[MOMMY COO|ECATK004-A]] <</if>> <<else>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=6>> [[SILKEN SMOTHER|ECATK005-A]] <<else>> [[MOMMY COO|ECATK004-A]] <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=6>> [[SOAK AND SQUEEZE|ECATK901-A]] <<else>> [[SOAK AND SMOOCH|ECATK902-A]] <</if>> <</if>> <<if $ECHP >= 0>> <<if $PCLASTATK == 3>> <<if $PCSEXACT == 1>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=8>> [[MOMMY COO|ECATK004-A]] <<else>> [[NUT JUGGLE|ECATK002-A]] <</if>> <<else>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=9>> [[POLE CONTROL|ECATK003-A]] <<elseif $AIROLL >=5>> [[MOMMY COO|ECATK004-A]] <<else>> [[SILKEN SMOTHER|ECATK005-A]] <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=6>> [[SOAK AND SQUEEZE|ECATK901-A]] <<else>> [[SOAK AND SMOOCH|ECATK902-A]] <</if>> <</if>> <<if $PCHP >= 0>> <<if $PCLASTATK == 4>> <<if $ECSEXACT == 1>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=9>> [[NUT JUGGLE|ECATK002-A]] <<else>> [[MOMMY COO|ECATK004-A]] <</if>> <<else>> <<set $AIROLL = random(1,10)>> <<if $AIROLL >=8>> [[SILKEN SMOTHER|ECATK005-A]] <<elseif $AIROLL >=5>> [[POLE CONTROL|ECATK003-A]] <<else>> [[MOMMY COO|ECATK004-A]] <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> [[JOYFUL JIZZ|PCATK901-A]] [[SEXY SOAK|PCATK902-A]] <</if>>

<> Back in the old days, the nurse would do this. Aaaaall the way up until the student would give a sample. We called it a testicular exam. Then we realized we were already taking samples, and we didn't need to play around so much. <> The Faith Guidance Co-ordinator takes your balls in her warm, nylon-gloved hands. Smiling down at you, she gently rolls them in her palms, bounces them lightly on her fingertips, and finally, strokes them all over, with the backs of her hands, and short, but pleasantly laquered nails. <> You should have these for a long time, if you're willing to put up with the hassle... <> She winks, and gently squeezes your whole package with both hands, before licking her lips, and running a single fingertip up your dripping shaft. <> <<if $ECMMCVAL == "1">> <<set $MMCHELP = 1.00>> <<elseif $ECMMCVAL == "2">> <<set $MMCHELP = 1.25>> <<elseif $ECMMCVAL == "3">> <<set $MMCHELP = 1.50>> <</if>> <> <<set $ECDMGINIT = random(1,5)>> <<set $ECDMG = ($ECDMGINIT+($MMCHELP*($ECSKILL01+($ECDES01*.5)))+$ECTRAITBW+$PCDES01+($PCTRAITFT+$FRPLYDMG)+$PCTRAITNT)>> <> <<if $PCSEXACT == 1>> <<set $PCHP = $PCHP - ($ECDMG*.5)>> <<else>> <<set $FRPLYDMG = ($ECDMG*.05)+$FRPLYDMG>> <</if>> <> Foreplay Damage is <<=$FRPLYDMG.toFixed(2)>> PCHP is <<=$PCHP.toFixed(2)>> ECHP is <<=$ECHP.toFixed(2)>> <<set $ECLASTATK = 1>> <<if $PCHP >= 0>> [[NIBBLE THE NIPPLE|PCATK002-A]] [[GROPE AND GAZE|PCATK003-A]] [[FOLD AND FAWN|PCATK004-A]] [[HUMP THE HAND|PCATK005-A]] <<else>> [[JOYFUL JIZZ|PCATK901-A]] [[SEXY SOAK|PCATK902-A]] <</if>>

<> This was my favorite class, when I was in university... <> The Faith Guidance Co-ordinator wraps one arm around your shoulder, bringing you in close, and kissing your cheek and occipital area, her hand gently caressing your neck. The other hand, of course, is wrapped around your shaft, and she pumps you up and down, to a rhythm only she can predict. <> We had classes on everything, a lot of people loved the dance block... <> She quickly kisses your neck and collar. <> Or the whole BDSM thing, since it was such a career boost back then... <> Her fingers dance their way up to your dripping tip, slathering all of your warm juices around your head. She smiles warmly, as you moan and gasp, patiently waiting for you to finish, before continuing her story. <> But no, for me, it was this. There's so much power in it, and it's like you've got a //magic wand of energy// right in your hands... <> With a few more pumps, she grins, and winks at you, glancing over at her bust of Aphrodite, and giggling, sheepishly. <> <<if $PCMATRON == 1>> <<set $BBMV2 = 1.00>> <<elseif $PCMATRON == 2>> <<set $BBMV2 = 1.00>> <<elseif $PCMATRON == 3>> <<set $BBMV2 = -1.0>> <<elseif $PCMATRON == 4>> <<set $BBMV2 = -1.0>> <<elseif $PCMATRON == 5>> <<set $BBMV2 = 1.00>> <</if>> <> <> <<if $PCTRAITSH == 1>> <<set $BBMV1 = .50>> <<elseif $PCTRAITSH == 2>> <<set $BBMV1 = 1.0>> <<elseif $PCTRAITSH == 3>> <<set $BBMV1 = 1.5>> <<elseif $PCTRAITSH == 4>> <<set $BBMV1 = 2.0>> <</if>> <> <> <<if $ECMMCVAL == "1">> <<set $MMCHELP = 1.15>> <<elseif $ECMMCVAL == "2">> <<set $MMCHELP = 1.20>> <<elseif $ECMMCVAL == "3">> <<set $MMCHELP = 1.25>> <</if>> <> <> <<set $ECSDTWAV = (($ECTRAITBW*.80)+($ECTRAITNT*.20))+((($ECDES01*.5)+($ECSKILL01))*$MMCHELP)>> <<set $PCD01WAV = ($PCDES01)+($BBMV1*$BBMV2)>> <> <<set $PCSEXACT = 1>> <<set $ECDMGINIT = random(1,10)>> <<set $ECDMG = $ECDMGINIT+$ECSDTWAV+$PCD01WAV+($PCTRAITFT+$FRPLYDMG)>> <<set $PCHP = $PCHP - ($ECDMG*.5)>> PCHP is <<=$PCHP.toFixed(2)>> ECHP is <<=$ECHP.toFixed(2)>> <<set $ECLASTATK = 2>> <<if $PCHP >= 0>> [[NIBBLE THE NIPPLE|PCATK002-A]] [[GROPE AND GAZE|PCATK003-A]] [[FOLD AND FAWN|PCATK004-A]] [[HUMP THE HAND|PCATK005-A]] <<else>> [[JOYFUL JIZZ|PCATK901-A]] [[SEXY SOAK|PCATK902-A]] <</if>>

As the Faith Guidance Co-ordinator's warm arms wrap themselves around you, you look up, and see that she's all smiles, and softness. <> <<set $MCFGC = random(1,6)>> <<if $MCFGC == 1>> <> You know, students like you are why I wake up in the morning... Things were not so nice for me before the revolution, and I love doing this for you cuties 💋💋💋 <> <<elseif $MCFGC == 2>> <> I know things at home are a little here and there. I know your sister's in that organization. Don't ever think there's nobody out there to help you, sweetie... <> <<elseif $MCFGC == 3>> <> There's nothing to be afraid of here, you're absolutely safe with me. I love you, as does the goddess. Not to mention the rest of the staff, and that //does// include the 😣scaaaary😣 guards corps girls. They're really all quite pretty under the masks. Kinda like the femboys... <> <<elseif $MCFGC == 4>> <> I love you, baby... You're the cutest little thing that's walked in here all day, and I //do// mean that... I'm thinking about taking you home with me, your chart is a __mess__... I could help you 💗💞💗 💋💋💋 <> <<elseif $MCFGC == 5>> <> Your eyes are one of your loveliest features, do you know that? To me, it means that you have a beautiful soul, one that honors and adores its goddess. A soul that //knows// its goddess... 💋💋 🌖🌑🌔 💋💋 You'd look lovely in a surgical mask... <> <<elseif $MCFGC == 6>> <> Have you ever wondered why we all do this? Why we come here, and put up with it all? The checkpoints, which we //don't// skip, the traffic, the pay, all of it? It's because we __love__ you... I love you! More than anything in the whole world, dear student 💗💞💗 <> <</if>> <> <> <<if $ECTRAITSH == 1>> <<set $BBMV1 = .80>> <<elseif $ECTRAITSH == 2>> <<set $BBMV1 = .90>> <<elseif $ECTRAITSH == 3>> <<set $BBMV1 = 1.0>> <<elseif $ECTRAITSH == 4>> <<set $BBMV1 = 1.1>> <</if>> <> <> <<if $ECMMCVAL == "1">> <<set $MMCHELP = 1.0>> <<elseif $ECMMCVAL == "2">> <<set $MMCHELP = 1.5>> <<elseif $ECMMCVAL == "3">> <<set $MMCHELP = 1.25>> <</if>> <> <<set $ECTSDWAV = (((($ECSKILL01*.1)+($ECSKILL06*.8)+($ECSKILL03*.1))+(($ECDES01*.05)+($ECDES06*.4)+($ECDES03*.05)))*($BBMV1*$MMCHELP))+(($ECTRAITBW*.3)+($ECTRAITNT*.7))>> <<set $PCDESWAV = ((($PCTRAITNT+$FRPLYDMG)*.5)+($PCTRAITSH*.5))+(($PCDES01*.1)+($PCDES06*.8)+($PCDES03*.1))>> <<set $ECDMGINIT = random(1,5)>> <<set $ECDMG = $ECDMGINIT+$ECTSDWAV+$PCDESWAV>> <> <<if $PCSEXACT == 1>> <<set $PCHP = $PCHP - ($ECDMG*.5)>> <<else>> <<set $FRPLYDMG = ($ECDMG*.05)+$FRPLYDMG>> <</if>> <> Foreplay Damage is <<=$FRPLYDMG.toFixed(2)>> PCHP is <<=$PCHP.toFixed(2)>> ECHP is <<=$ECHP.toFixed(2)>> <<set $ECLASTATK = 3>> <<if $PCHP >= 0>> [[NIBBLE THE NIPPLE|PCATK002-A]] [[GROPE AND GAZE|PCATK003-A]] [[FOLD AND FAWN|PCATK004-A]] [[HUMP THE HAND|PCATK005-A]] <<else>> [[JOYFUL JIZZ|PCATK901-A]] [[SEXY SOAK|PCATK902-A]] <</if>>

<> <<if $ECLASTATK == 4>> <> The point of all this, and I know that it feels like it might be a little much right now, is to show you that, even when you can feel the fear of death overtaking you, that fear should not exist, because death is simply a return to the warmth of the goddess' gentle embrace. I hope you understand, baby ... <> Your legs start to shake uncontrollably, and your vision starts to fade 😬😵😴 <<else>> <> There's something that I'm supposed to do with you ... as guidance ... //faith// guidance ... <> You feel your breath start to quicken, as the Faith Guidance Co-ordinator clearly expresses her mild discomfort with what she's about to do with/to you. <> The breast, in LRP conception of goddess spirituality, is love. When you latch, and when you suck, it __feels__ like love. We become family. I become your mother, in that moment. <> You smile nervously, your gaze shooting towards the door, which is locked. <> You're supposed to feel more love ... when you can't move or breathe ... <> You gasp, as the Faith Guidance Co-ordinator does exactly what you were wondering if she'd do. She grabs the back of your head and neck, and forcefully pushes your face into her bosom. As you instinctively start to fight, she presses on some part of your upper neck, and you see stars. Your head lolls back, and your mouth fills with saliva. //Very// quickly, you find yourself drooling on a large, dark, nipple. You can't breathe. <> This is what love feels like, baby 🌖🌑🌔 <> <</if>> <> <> <<set $PCDMGINIT = random(0,20)>> <<if $PCDMGINIT == 20>> <<set $ECSEXACT = 1>> <<else>> <<set $PCDMGINIT = random(0,2)>> <<if $PCSKILL15+($PCDES15*.5)+$PCTRAITNT+$PCDMGINIT >= 6>> <<set $ECSEXACT = 1>> <</if>> <</if>> <> [[NIBBLE THE NIPPLE|PCATK002-A]] <<set $ECLASTATK = 4>>

<> <<if $ECMMCVAL == "1">> <<set $MMCHELP = 1.0>> <<elseif $ECMMCVAL == "2">> <<set $MMCHELP = 1.5>> <<elseif $ECMMCVAL == "3">> <<set $MMCHELP = 1.25>> <</if>> <> <> <<if $ECTRAITSH == 1>> <<set $BBMV1 = .90>> <<elseif $ECTRAITSH == 2>> <<set $BBMV1 = 1.0>> <<elseif $ECTRAITSH == 3>> <<set $BBMV1 = 1.1>> <<elseif $ECTRAITSH == 4>> <<set $BBMV1 = 1.2>> <</if>> <> <<set $ECSTD = ((($ECSKILL01+($ECDES01*.5))*.5)+(($ECSKILL06+($ECDES06*.5))*.3)+(($ECSKILL10+($ECDES10*.5))*.2)+(($ECTRAITBW*.5)+($ECTRAITNT*.5)))*$BBMV1>> <<set $PCSTD = ((($PCDES01*.2)+($PCDES06*.4)+($PCDES10*.4))*$MMCHELP)+($PCTRAITNT+$FRPLYDMG)>> <<set $ECDMGINIT = random(1,10)>> <<set $ECDMG = ($PCSTD+$ECSTD)>> <> <<set $PCHP = $PCHP - ($ECDMG*1.25)>> <> PCHP is <<=$PCHP.toFixed(2)>> ECHP is <<=$ECHP.toFixed(2)>> <<set $beenfthguided = 1>> Heavy breathing, soft coos and moans, along with a very insistent and not always so rhythmic thrusting of hips, tell you the obvious. You've managed to make the Faith Guidance Co-ordinator come, and it's not like you've got your fingers up her skirt. <> Hold onto me baby, don't let go 💞💞💞 <> The Faith Guidance Co-ordinator grabs the back of your head and pulls you, once more, into the warmth of her bosom. Unlike the other times, however, your face is nestled quite pleasantly between each breast, and as her hips buck, and her legs shake, and her fingertips glide up and down your back, all you can do is, as she advised, hold on tight, and enjoy the closeness and love. Your needy shaft twitches against the Faith Guidance Co-ordinator's soft belly, eager for its own release. Soon, your municipal lover's pleasure begins to subside, and she giggles warmly, running her fingertips over your pulsing glans, testing the consistency of the juices she finds coating it, and quickly realizing that sweet little you has been very patiently and politely waiting their turn. The Faith Guidance Co-ordinator grins at you, leaning back, as she lifts her skirt, to reveal a very soft looking pair of dark panties. Her hand, still gripping your tip, slides down, to grasp your shaft, guiding it right to her opening, covered by the velvety fabric, but still very hot, and very wet, and //very// appealing to rub against. You moan, as the sensitive head of your most sensitive place is stroked and teased, the Faith Guidance Co-ordinator's hand gliding over the shaft, at once pulling you into her, and jerking you onto her. It's a lot to endure, and you don't endure it for long. Seed spurts from the tip of your cock, soaking the Faith Guidance Co-ordinator's already drenched panties, and glazing her thighs and the engorged bits of her thick lips, peeking out from behind the dark velvet. The two of you grin and giggle at each other, as you both clean yourselves up and get re-dressed. <> Do you know the goddess better now, //beloved// brother youth? <> You can only nod, still a bit woozy, as you pull up your pants, and head back to the medical office. You can only hope that the nurse doesn't give you any jive for being guided towards the goddess' love... [[Medical Office|1B - ii]]

<> <<if $ECMMCVAL == "1">> <<set $MMCHELP = 1.2>> <<elseif $ECMMCVAL == "2">> <<set $MMCHELP = 1.0>> <<elseif $ECMMCVAL == "3">> <<set $MMCHELP = 1.1>> <</if>> <> <> <<if $ECTRAITSH == 1>> <<set $BBMV1 = .80>> <<elseif $ECTRAITSH == 2>> <<set $BBMV1 = 1.0>> <<elseif $ECTRAITSH == 3>> <<set $BBMV1 = 1.2>> <<elseif $ECTRAITSH == 4>> <<set $BBMV1 = 1.4>> <</if>> <> <<set $ECSTD = ((($ECSKILL01+($ECDES01*.5))*.15)+(($ECSKILL03+($ECDES03*.5))*.7)+(($ECSKILL05+($ECDES05*.5))*.15)+($ECTRAITBW*1))*$BBMV1>> <<set $PCSTD = ((($PCDES01*.1)+($PCDES03*.6)+($PCDES05*.3))*$MMCHELP)+($PCTRAITNT+$FRPLYDMG)>> <<set $ECDMGINIT = random(1,10)>> <<set $ECDMG = ($PCSTD+$ECSTD+$ECDMGINIT)>> <> <<set $PCHP = $PCHP - ($ECDMG*1.25)>> <> PCHP is <<=$PCHP.toFixed(2)>> ECHP is <<=$ECHP.toFixed(2)>> <<set $beenfthguided = 1>> Heavy breathing, soft coos and moans, along with a very insistent and not always so rhythmic thrusting of hips, tell you the obvious. You've managed to make the Faith Guidance Co-ordinator come, and it's not like you've got your fingers up her skirt. <> Hold onto me baby, don't let go 💞💞💞 <> The Faith Guidance Co-ordinator grabs the back of your head and pulls you, once more, into the warmth of her bosom. Unlike the other times, however, your face is nestled quite pleasantly between each breast, and as her hips buck, and her legs shake, and her fingertips glide up and down your back, all you can do is, as she advised, hold on tight, and enjoy the closeness and love. Your needy shaft twitches against the Faith Guidance Co-ordinator's soft belly, eager for its own release. Soon, your municipal lover's pleasure begins to subside, and she giggles warmly, running her fingertips over your pulsing glans, testing the consistency of the juices she finds coating it, and quickly realizing that sweet little you has been very patiently and politely waiting their turn. The Faith Guidance Co-ordinator grins at you, leaning back, as she lifts her skirt, to reveal a very soft looking pair of dark panties. Her hand, still gripping your tip, slides down, to grasp your shaft, guiding it right to her opening, covered by the velvety fabric, but still very hot, and very wet, and //very// appealing to rub against. You moan, as the sensitive head of your most sensitive place is stroked and teased, the Faith Guidance Co-ordinator's hand gliding over the shaft, at once pulling you into her, and jerking you onto her. It's a lot to endure, and you don't endure it for long. Seed spurts from the tip of your cock, soaking the Faith Guidance Co-ordinator's already drenched panties, and glazing her thighs and the engorged bits of her thick lips, peeking out from behind the dark velvet. The two of you grin and giggle at each other, as you both clean yourselves up and get re-dressed. <> Do you know the goddess better now, //beloved// brother youth? <> You can only nod, still a bit woozy, as you pull up your pants, and head back to the medical office. You can only hope that the nurse doesn't give you any jive for being guided towards the goddess' love... [[Medical Office|1B - ii]]

<<set $PCSTD = (($PCSKILL12+($PCDES12*.5))*.7) + (($PCSKILL06+($PCDES06*.5))*.3) + $PCTRAITNT>> <<set $ECSTD = ($ECDES12*.7)+($ECDES06*.3) + $ECTRAITNT>> <<set $PCDMGINIT = random(1,10)>> <<set $PCDMG = ($PCSTD+$ECSTD) + $POSFACE + $FRPLYDMG>> <> <<set $ECHP = $ECHP - ($PCDMG*1.25)>> <> PCHP is $PCHP ECHP is $ECHP <<set $beenfthguided = 1>> <> I can tell you're enjoying yourself 💋 <> You feel yourself twitch and jerk as waves of pleasure wash over you, seed spurting from the tip of your cock, and flowing down your shaft in rivers of white. You relax completely, seeming to melt into the warm arms and gentle bosom of the Faith Guidance Co-ordinator. Soon enough, however, you feel the gentle tugging sensation of your nether regions being wiped clean. <> Do you know the goddess better now, //beloved// brother youth? <> You can only nod, still a bit woozy, as you pull up your pants, and head back to the medical office. You can only hope that the nurse doesn't give you any jive for being guided towards the goddess' love... [[Medical Office|1B - ii]]

<> <<if $PCTRAITBW == 1>> <<set $PIOBW = 4>> <<elseif $PCTRAITBW == 2>> <<set $PIOBW = 3>> <<elseif $PCTRAITBW == 3>> <<set $PIOBW = 2>> <<elseif $PCTRAITBW == 4>> <<set $PIOBW = 1>> <</if>> <> <<set $PCSTD = (($PCSKILL12+($PCDES12*.5))*.7) + (($PCSKILL08+($PCDES08*.5))*.3) + (($PCTRAITNT*.5)+($PIOBW*.5))>> <<set $ECSTD = ($ECDES12*.7)+($ECDES08*.3) + $ECTRAITNT>> <<set $PCDMGINIT = random(1,10)>> <<set $PCDMG = ($PCSTD+$ECSTD) + $POSFACE + $FRPLYDMG>> <> <<set $ECHP = $ECHP - ($PCDMG*1.25)>> <> PCHP is $PCHP ECHP is $ECHP <<set $beenfthguided = 1>> <> You're ready, aren't you 💋 <> You feel yourself jerking and moaning, as waves of bliss wash over you. Seed spurts from the tip of your cock, glazing the Faith Guidance Co-ordinator's arms, chest, and neck. She giggles, gently spanking the dripping glans, before caressing it once more. The two of you grin and giggle at each other, as you both clean yourselves up and get re-dressed. <> Do you know the goddess better now, //beloved// brother youth? <> You can only nod, still a bit woozy, as you pull up your pants, and head back to the medical office. You can only hope that the nurse doesn't give you any jive for being guided towards the goddess' love... [[Medical Office|1B - ii]]

You breeze into the invitingly named, "basic" maths classroom. You wonder how basic the instructor's planning on getting today. Basic maths at this college is usually quite basic, indeed, and normally, the instructor's lecture meanders off into... other topics. <> Brother youths, you are aware, I am sure, of the grand importance of our mission, the //sheer// heroism which __each and every one of you__ displays, simply by coming here today. To learn. I am proud of you, //our goddess// is proud of you, and the nation, our Ladies' Republic, is very, ''very'' proud of you. <> Eventually, she gets into the topic at hand, co-ordinates and angles. For about an hour, you sit, and listen. Try to. You wonder, as you often do, where //exactly// the large, deep, winding scar, from her lower forearm, to at least her elbow, came from. It looks like something from the revolution, and the violet and black ribbon that she wears around the roll of her sleeves, marks her as a permanently disabled revolutionary veteran. You wonder, though, why she isn't teaching someplace nicer than Winnipeg. <<linkreplace "Have her stamp your class-book" t8n>> As she stamps your class book, you lean down, and she kisses your forehead. Her warm lips and cedar perfume put you at ease. <> I trust, brother youth, that you will use this knowledge to serve only the will of our goddess .... <> <<set $classestaken += 1>> <</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Look around the area" t8n>> A small painting of Chairlady Zoia, placed above the window, catches your eye. Her strong gaze, always towards the nearest tree, tempts you to look. You glance over, and see a few purplish-violet crows congregating near their feeder. A lone Student Council Sisterhood member plays with one of the larger ones, tossing a set of glossy indigo aluminum knuckle dusters, for the corvid to catch in its sharpened talons. <</linkreplace>> [[Head back to the Maths Hallway|3A - i]]

Applied Maths is dull, and it's never been your thing. You sit in the back, and ignore the few femboys who feel the need to blow those clouds //in class//. As the caramel and coffee scent wafts over you, an odd metallic hint tickles your nose, and you sneeze. One of the other femboys, sitting in front, as most of them do, looks back from their notes, and winks at you, their soft jade eye, seeming to turn purple, as you feel yourself rushing into oblivion. <> You! Boy! Take these, and go with them 👉 👭 <> The stout woman, wearing a denim jacket, with black fatigues, almost puts you on your ass, as she shoves the bag of thick, white, cable ties into your chest. You run over to the older girls, panicking slightly, as the one with the bleached chelsea cut pulls out a green pistol, with a //very// wide barrel. She loads an equally huge shotgun shell into the breech, and fires at around a 55 degree angle. You watch the thick, white, smoke stream from the end of whatever it was she shot, and each of the three of you grab one black and purple, steel, "moveable" barricade. They would have been a lot //more// moveable, if the hollow steel tubes, hadn't been filled with concrete. <> WE'RE TAKING THESE TO THE __MIDDLE__ OF THE BRIDGE!! ''STAY BEHIND THE SMOKE!!!'' <> The other girl, a bit younger, and with a dark, violet, pompadour, turns to you, gently tickling at your lower neck, as she flashes an excited grin. <> They're not gonna waste too much of their bullets shooting into the smoke, baby... <> A loud whistle from the <>bridge sergeant<>, and the three of you are off, dragging the heavy barriers behind you. They //don't// waste too much of their bullets shooting into the smoke, and only a few of those horrible snaps make their way to your ears. You still, very instinctively, duck a bit, and feel the words, "mommy" rise quickly up your throat, and out, towards the smoke, and past it, the rifles of the Maple Freemen. As you get to the middle of the bridge, the <>older girl<> pulls out her pistol once more, firing at a 70 degree angle this time, from one knee. The <>younger girl<> giggles slightly, as she looks over at you, her grin even wider, as she pulls a handful of cable ties from where you'd quickly stuffed the bag, the right breast pocket of the too-large, dark-blue denim jacket that you'd been handed this morning. After passing a couple to her compatriot, the three of you get to work lashing the barriers together. <> Your class-book, brother youth... <> You're back in reality all at once, as the young applied maths instructor, most likely a member of the Student Council Sisterhood a year ago, tickles from your lower neck, up to just behind your earlobe, and tilts your head upwards, to meet her gaze. It's warm, and soft, hazel eyes smiling down at you. You blink a few times, and smile back, your hazy, sleepy, mind, telling you that everything's alright now. The revolution is over, and now you just have to go to college. <<linkreplace "Have her stamp your class-book" t8n>> As she stamps your class book, you arch upwards, and with a giggle, she strokes your cheek, and kisses your forehead. Her warm lips and lavender perfume put you at ease. <> I trust, brother youth, that you will use this knowledge to serve only the will of our goddess .... <> <<set $classestaken += 1>> <</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Look around the area" t8n>> Applied Maths is //dull//, and so is the room. Posters explaining specific elements of the curriculum cover the walls, and generally, these posters will be referred to, at least once per class. None of them catch your eye, and neither does anything else in the room. <</linkreplace>> [[Head back to the Maths Hallway|3A - i]]

Warmth and life fill the air, as you follow your nose to the Language Hallway. Lots of people mull around here. Some older Ladies Rennaisance Party members sit at a plastic table loaded with fresh Romanian dishes. Mamaliga, Varza-Dulce, and Open-Face sandwiches, with sheepscheese, sweet mustard, and kaizer-afumat. Slanini and Mici sit on the side, along with small cups of wine, and even smaller cups of cognac. The party ladies listen carefully to a couple of wiry, hungry looking young men, letting out sympathetic coos every so often, and motioning them towards sampling more of the food. From their posters, you can tell that they're here handling recruitment for the wider revolution. The men and femboys in the large pictures are smiling from cheek to cheek, healthy and plump, obviously well-fed. <<linkreplace "Look around the area" t8n>> The Language Hallway has always been the gateway to the RLRP, for anybody who was sick of the endless strip malls of Winnipeg, but wasn't ready for the sprawling urban arenas of Toronto and Windsor. If you're interested in long nights of subterfuge, short, but ''full'' days of an endless parade of grinning young femme fatales, and likely, a very early return to Gaia, this is the hallway for you. The RLRP members have a different uniform, and it's not very uniform at all. Locally purchased pantsuit bottoms with smart button-ups, or hooded tracktops and old raindrop fatigues from back home, for the younger members. Instead of buns and bobs, it's all side bangs and high ponytails, often with green and violet highlights. The posters on the walls advertise mostly food, wine, and lovely, lovely, dark-eyed ladies. <</linkreplace>> [[Back to Maths Hallway|3A - i]] [[Romanian Language|4B - i]] [[Romanian Culture|4C - i]] [[Forward to Political Education Hallway|5A - i]]

<<if $triedtoleave !=1>> Unlike the other classes, the only beret here is on a member of the Student Council Sisterhood, and unlike the other sisters, she's all smiles, and friendliness. <> Noroc, brother student! <> She hands you a small shotglass of wine, poured from a cardboard liter box. The two of you toast a small picture of Chairlady Zoia, as is customary, when entering class. The chairlady's smile, broad and confident, looks proudly onto a potted oak sprout. The wine is floral and delicious. You say as much to the sister, who beams with joy. The box of wine has her name and Social Credit Stores Account Number on it, along with an official RLRP grading stamp. After handing the shotglass back to the sister, you lean down a bit, and the sister, giggling and wobbling on tip-toes, places a somewhat sloppy kiss on your forehead. After a few more giggles, and a bit of sniffing at your neck, she sits back down at her desk, and waits for the next student. <<linkreplace "Participate in class activities" t8n>> The class itself is a bit different from the others. The Student Council Sister is the only one //with// a desk. The rest of the students are matched with instructors, who simply teach, through immersion. <> Ce Faci, fratelli? <> The RLRP instructor pulls you in close to her, the cool leather of her thick coat, and heavily applied, but quite fruity perfume, reminding you of the last time you'd run into one of her compatriots. She'd tried to sell you on the girls first, then the money, //then// the guns... You hadn't taken the offer then, and you aren't sure about it now. But this is just class. <<linkreplace "Bine, sora..." t8n>> In only the flicker of a second, she's swooped in behind you, and has your head back, mouth gaping in a gasp, as her leg kicks yours, and you fall into her arms. Dark eyes move towards you, and before you know it, your lips open, and a rather fruity and sweet cognac flows from the instructor's mouth, to yours. You relax into her strong embrace, enjoying her warmth and closeness. Is this //really// what Romania is like? <> Foarte bun, suflețel <> She gently brings you back to your feet, and you wobble off, already knowing that like always, at some point in all this, your class-book __had__ been stamped. <<set $classestaken += 1>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> [[Back to the Language Hallway|4A - i]] <<else>> You shuffle back into Romanian Language class, head spinning from the reality of your situation. Who //were// these livestreamers, really? Who was your sister? A terrorist? What about Miss Angelique, a cop? You don't have long to consider any of this, before the Student Council Sister at the door grabs onto your belt, and leads you over to her desk, smiling, all the way. You detect the soft scent of red wine, on her breath. <> I was hoping you'd show up here, sweet thing... Here's something almost as sweet as you 🥰 <> The Student Council Sister gently, but soundly, tilts your head back, and pours an actually somewhat significant amount of wine directly down your throat. It would be a mistake, at this point in your life, and in your position, to keep a closed throat, and start sputtering all over the room. So you do as you've learned, from many Romanian Language classes past. You open your throat, close your eyes, and arch your back. Hungry, slightly accented growls arise from the Romanian Ladies' Renaissance Party Recruitrixes behind you. You gulp down the entire cup, to the joy of the Student Council Sister, who rewards your good conduct with a few nibbles and kisses at your earlobes and neck. <> They've been waiting for you, cutie pie... Go ahead, pick one❣️ <> The Student Council Sister spins you around to face the RoLRP members, stroking your hair, and kissing at the top of your head, as she quite obviously shows you off, to the grinning, giggling, and lip-biting party officials. All at once, the wine begins to take hold, and all your cares and troubles just melt right away. These ladies seem nice. They don't seem malnourished. Maybe they'll share lots of wonderful things with you! There's a //really// pretty one smiling at you from the corner, wearing olive-grey raindrop fatigue pants, black doc-martens with light violet laces, and an extra-large, charcoal-grey parasmock. Before you can even realize what's happening, you're off, with a low chuckle and a gentle scratching at the back of your neck, from the Student Council Sister. Swaying happily past the the already gossiping party officials, you make your way over to the parasmock girl. <> Ce Faci, fratelli puișor... <> There's only one thing to say, the one thing that easiest to say. Especially now, with wine-stained lips, and lipstick covered ears. <<linkreplace "Nu bine, sora iubițel..." t8n>> The parasmock girl steps closer to you, tilting your head gently, to stare deeply into your eyes. Her piercing gaze studies you, narrowing at first, but then relaxing into your trusting smile, as she strokes at the back of your neck with pride. All she needed, in order to be approved for whatever ridiculous southern expedition she's most likely spent the past month and a half preparing, was a willing Canadian college student. You. It's a little late to change your mind, her smile suggests. She leans in to kiss you, and you close your eyes again, warm lips, warmer congnac, and a gentle collapse, into the surprisingly strong arms of your new Contracted Mistress, the Parasmock Girl. Her next words are exactly what you know they'll be. You wrap your arms around her waist, and sigh. <> Te invit la o petrecere tare! <> <</linkreplace>> <</if>>

<<if $triedtoleave !=1>> The thumping bass, back and forth, to match the circus-esque synthlines, surprises you, as it always does. The room is sound-proofed, since it gets so loud in here. Before you can even bother to look around, an arm is wrapped around your waist, and you find yourself being pulled into a circle of grinning and giggling RLRP members, eager to show off their moves. <> Come into the center of us, îngeraș. <> The smiling ladies jostle you into the center of their little crew, and you set off together, through the crowd, and across the room. Warm and gentle tugs on your belt tell you which direction to go, and how quickly, as the other RLRP members do their best to quietly and subtly move in to grab at you. They don't manage it, clearly //this// group of party girls knows exactly what they're doing. They drop you off with a kiss on the cheek, right in front of their cell's attack leader. <<linkreplace "Have her stamp your class-book" t8n>> The cell attack leader grins and looks you up and down, clearly liking the way that you moved, alongside her girls. She pulls you close, kissing her way from your neck, up your cheeks, and to your earlobe, and stroking gently at your thighs. <> You did well on the floor, brother youth. Our Goddess could use this lovely body of yours in her revolution. Think about it... 🌸💞🌸 <> You didn't notice her taking your class-book out of your pocket, but it's stamped now, and as she places it into your palm, she winks, and tickles at your wrist. <<set $classestaken += 1>> <</linkreplace>> [[Back to the Language Hallway|4A - i]] <<else>> With your head spinning from the realizations of so much, and so quick, you barely even register the multiple arms which immediately wrap themselves around you. You briefly feel the hands slap at each other, waking you to the reality of where you are, //really//. One pair of arms pulls you finally closer, before you can even turn your head and see what's going on, or //which of these women// is carting you off with them. This time, there are no words, no sweet romanian nothings whispered in your ears. There's no time for that. A __not__ very gentle tugging on your belt tells you that it's time to go ''now''. As you quickly follow their determinations, you find yourself feeling a lot more hot breaths in your ears, and hearing a lot more angry growls and grunts than you, really, ever have before, in this class. You're taking a much more circuitous route, than you normally find yourself being taken along, around the classroom area. You briefly wonder if one of these girls is about to get stabbed, and almost trip over your feet. The girl at your back has certainly been punched a couple of times, that sound is unmistakable. After a few more angry grunts, you find yourself safely deposited in front of a cell attack leader. The party girls don't really regard you much, mostly making breathless laughter at each other, and rubbing their sides. The cell's attack leader looks upon you with an odd expression. You're not sure what it is, or what it means, but at least there's a small smile. There's something else behind the smile too, something... sad? You're not sure. <> I'll need your class booklet, dear brother comrade... <> Normally there's a bit more flourish, a bit more romance. But as you look into her eyes, you see no hunger, no predatory gaze. Only a professional interest, and perhaps a sad memory of the last time she was in this room, talking to someone just like you. You wonder what happened to //him//. <<linkreplace "Hand her your class-book" t8n>> The Cell Attack Leader takes your booklet, quickly checking the name and photo, before closing it, placing it in her pocket, taking your hand, and leading you towards a metal door, in the rear of the Romanian Culture classroom. One of the cell members strokes your hair and neck, as her boss inputs a code into the mechanical combination lock on the door. She turns the knob left, then right. Another cell member smiles at you, pats your shoulder, and leads you inside. <</linkreplace>> <</if>>

A sense of deep unwelcomeness overtakes you, as you venture into the Political Education Hallway. This area is mostly Ladies' Rennaisance Party Members, and Student Council Sisters. The Student Council Sisters carry their mostly ceremonial Aluminium Knuckle Dusters, while the Party Members make do with only their headbands, and long, aluminium, armband pins. The other boys walk quickly to wherever they're going, as the ladies mull around, sharing notes, and continuing the debates that they'd been having in class, a few minutes before. <<linkreplace "Look around the area" t8n>> The unwelcome feeling refuses to leave, as in this hallway, the revolution never did end. Violet banners hang from the ceiling, and gold-embellished icons of Iuno, Minerva, Diana, Macha, Brigid and the Morrigan adorn the walls. Bravely wielding machine pistols, batons, petrol-bombs, and large, metal, ballistic shields, they lead the brother youths, their mothers, their aunties, and their sisters, to victory over the piglike and vile patriarchal gunmen. The paintings are in an eastern european style, and as you venture further down the hallway, you find silver-embellished icons of Ceres and Oestre dancing with a group of fit and joyful suburban gardeners, and their youthfully jubialant university advisory group. <</linkreplace>> [[Forward, to the Performing Arts Hallway|6A - i]] [[Ulrike Meinhoff Thought|5B - i]] [[The Continuing Revolution|5C - i]] [[Back to the Language Hallway|4A - i]]

As you quickly duck into the Performing Arts Hallway, you notice the mood of the area change, dramatically. Everyone relaxes here together, mostly because they're tired, but also because it's a rather relaxed area. The instructors lightly tease and joke around with students, and the couple of masked and leatherbound security guards are kicking back, with water-bladder straws clearly being drunk from, and smiling cheeks, enjoying the baby-blue fluid. <<linkreplace "Look around the area" t8n>> Posters line the walls, promoting various revolutionary plays, musicals, and even operas. One features a Student Council Sister playing Rhiannon, flying on wires above a group of jubilantly dancing youths, holding a large wine bottle, with orange and red fabric streamers fluttering from its mouth. Another features an RLRP member embracing a starry-eyed femboy, and as you pass it, the image somehow changes, to feature her kissing their neck and caressing the lips beneath their mask, as they lean back, eyes closed, in total bliss. <</linkreplace>> [[Back to Political Education|5A - i]] [[Revolutionary Dance|6B - i]] [[Femboy Dance|6C - i]] [[Forward to Support Studies|7A - i]]

<<if $triedtoleave !=1>> As you're shuffled in by the local party girls, one of them takes your hand, and leads you over to her cell cadre. They begin to discuss and debate the topic at hand. Today, it's "The Urban Guerilla Concept in the Windsor-Detroit NeoSprawl". They go through the beginning exercises, speaking in turn about Rennaissance Ontario's many proxy groups, in and around Detroit. As they speak, you keep yourself busy preparing tea and bitters, along with cucumber sandwiches, at the end of the desk, where brother youths generally sit and work. You don't know too many party members, Miss Angelique at least //was// one during the revolution... You wonder if you'll get to know any of the sisters, today. They're party members, at least. <> Lovely fellow students, as we know, our revolution has always been one of the cities, and of those within them, who have been cast aside. This is why our brother youths... <> The cell leader glances over at you, as do the others. You look up from your sandwiches, and smile as warmly as you can. One of the party girls chuckles to herself and looks away, but the others smile, and you blushingly return to your work. <> ... have proven to be so very important, during the overall uprisings, which do //what//, dear sisters? <> The chuckling girl responds quickly, and authoritatively. <> Provide the political cover for negotiations, while still allowing the tactical mobility for ''total'' escalation against the weakened state. <> The other girl sighs slightly, cooing softly in her studious comrade's direction, as the cell leader continues. <> Yes, dear sisters. Dear //students// 😘😘😘 <> As you finish preparing the sandwiches and tea, you pick up the small bottle of bitters, and make quick eye contact with each of the girls in turn. The cell leader lifts one finger, her hazel eyes smiling at you, as she continues to discuss the current situation in Detroit-Windsor. You send one squirt of bitters into her teacup, and hand it to her, along with a small cucumber finger sandwich. The chuckling girl, with sparkling green eyes, asks for three shots of bitters. You smilingly oblige. The last girl, dreamily listening to the cell leader, with her hands on her chin, allows her gaze to drift over to yours, dark eyes winking with mystery, as she lazily flashes a two, stretches, and grabs her snack. The three party girls eat, drink, and discuss their ideas on the issues at hand. <> At the very least, our ability to move through the center of imperialism is assured, by the guerrillas. <> <> Our party's ability to move across the nation at large, has been periodically thwarted, by the checkpoints set up //to catch guerrillas//! Every time they bomb a fighting gym, or kidnap a strip club owner, the checkpoints go up, people's visas get cancelled, and //trade// is affected! <> <> Please, if you knew anything about the nature of their arena, you'd know that we ''can't'' get advance warning for each and every one of their actions. Our //trade// will be fine. <> <> You can't just say, "our trade will be fine" and pretend like it's a solution... <> <> Trade is not what we're discussing here, sisters. Our struggle against imperialism and patriarchy has clearly been inspiring to these guerrillas, who take up arms in our cause, and have gained the respect of their local party cadre. <> <> They certainly have my respect, sisters.... students... I just think it would be nice if their //local// parties could step in to support them, with the ''vast resources'' available in the imperialist empire, 👏 where 👏 they 👏 live 👏 <> <> Well it's not as if our cells never engaged in expropriation before the revolution. Even during the revolution, as the Patriarchs fell, their weapons of hate fell into our hands. This has been a fantastic discussion, dear sisters, and I'd like to thank our brother youth for his attention, and service. <> As the three party girls return their plates and teacups, they each thank you in turn. <> Your class booklet, brother youth... <> <<linkreplace "Have her stamp your class-book" t8n>> As she stamps your class book, you resist the muscle-memory urge to lean down, for the customary forehead kiss. That's not something party girls do. The cadre leader grins, and returns the book to your hand, with a wink 😜 <> I trust, brother youth, that you will use this knowledge to serve only the will of our goddess, and her party's representatives.... <> <<set $classestaken += 1>> <</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Look around the area" t8n>>The walls of the classroom are covered with posters and placards extolling the bravery and zeal of the sisters, aunties, and brother youths around the world, following Meinhoff's theories of revolution. Images of maternal-looking ladies directing bands of strapping young artillerist boys adorn one poster, while another features a pair of older teenage girls, offering sympathy and purpose to a younger street boy.<</linkreplace>> [[Back to the Political Education Hallway|5A - i]] <<else>> You head back into Ulrike Meinhoff Thought, mind spinning with thoughts of your sister, father, mother, and step-mother. Obviously, Miss Angelique had been a Party Girl, most likely, sent to check up on your sister. Or maybe to keep an eye on you... Before you can get too into your thoughts, however, one of the classroom's Party Girls takes your hand, and smiles warmly into your eyes. Her headband is really lovely, and you've only ever seen those headbands on a couple of girls. //They// were really lovely too, handing out chocolate and KD ration boxes to kids in Niagara. As she leads you over to her cell, your mind drifts back to the reality of your situation. The Party isn't going to let you leave classes, until you have someplace to go. They //have// to stamp you out to an actual address, and right now, you don't have one. Continuing Revolution is a mistake, with nothing on you. A big one. Most people show up with a full kit, including AR Goggles, to keep in touch with their wider unit, and whichever party rep back home decided to take the chance, and sponsor their pilgrimage. Maybe you'll find one of those party reps at UMT? You squeeze the Party Girl's hand, and smile back at her... <</if>>

This class is less about learning anything specific, than it is about transferring your education to another environment, and taking a hands-on approach to things, as opposed to going through the college➡️university➡️labour pipeline. The party offers volunteer opportunities to communities in need, and sends trucks full of volunteers, party members or no, to help those communities. Or at least be a party presence there. It's a great way for a non-party member to get themselves a leg up, career-wise. It's also a great way to meet a party girl, get married, and build a career of emotional support and home maintenance. As you sit down, the speakers representing each opportunity come out, and give their pitch as to why their area needs assistance, and why a person might want to sign up for //their// specific program. <<linkreplace "Look around the area" t8n>> Posters on the wall implore anyone and everyone to step up and volunteer for gardening and machining "advisory" in the suburbs of Montreal and Vancouver, or travel to the safe zones of the Detroit-Windsor and Niagara-Buffalo Megasprawls, to deliver humanitarian aid. Either way, any volunteer spreads the message of the goddess. Each poster features bright-faced young women, leading brother youths and their friendly aunties in the activities. Deliver her love to the oppressed of Detroit-Windsor, says one. Children beam with joy, hanging off their mothers, as rugged and determined looking brother and sister youths distribute boxes of food and medical supplies, marked of course, with the triple-moon and star. A group of young American women work in the background, pasting up posters featuring various war goddesses to the buildings. Bring her wisdom to the masses of Montreal, reads another. An older patriarch, relieved of his former oppression, looks on with placid contentment, as a lovely group of young women perform a beltaine dance, blessing his proud crops with the love of goddess. A beaten-down looking man of about 30 gazes up in contemplation at the dancers, flanked by a pair of cheering party girls. He's got deep scarring on his muscled neck and arms, and a small maple-leaf tattoo on his knuckles. <</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Listen to the Detroit-Windsor Recruitrix" t8n>> <> If you're here, it's because you care. If you're here, it's because you love our goddess, and right now, she 👏 needs 👏 you 👏 in Detroit-Windsor! The mothers of Detroit have made it clear that they've finished with patriarchal oppression, but they //need// our support, in order to sustain their safe zones, let alone expand. This is the frontline of our continuing revolution, dear student! Our convoy heads out this evening, and we would love to see ''all'' of you on it. <> <</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Listen to the Niagara-Buffalo Recruitrix" t8n>> <> The sprawl-zone of Niagara and Buffalo has expanded almost to Toronto on our side, but much of this expansion was rapid, and even haphazard in areas. The downtrodden children of our blessed eternal mother have rushed towards her embrace in these past years. They're looking to be free of patriarchy, wage slavery, and oppression. As we have accepted them into our arms, we've built them homes, but these facilities were put up quickly, and ensuring that they're properly maintained has been a challenge. This is not to mention the constant infiltration by opportunistic women, and their patriarchal allies. <> <</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Listen to the Montreal Recruitrix" t8n>> <> As we know, the operations to clear the Mont-Tremblant area of rebels and gunmen have been ongoing, and the wider peacekeeping operation revolving around this more forceful embrace of our goddess, requires volunteers. Somebody has to haul the water. //Somebody// has to clear abandoned buildings of traps and other safety hazards. Somebody, of course, has to renovate those buildings into housing and work study apartments, for the expansion of the party and our revolution. There are, of course, other medical tasks which need volunteers, as well. <> <</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Listen to the Vancouver Recruitrix" t8n>> <> As you know, the Vancouver Island revolution was won in 1985, and since then, it has been the cultural centre of our republic. Volunteers to Vancouver will serve their goddess mostly in providing the labor force for constructing her grandest icons. Those huge marble bath-houses, ladies only of course, don't just magically appear. Tiles for block-wide mosaics don't get clipped, sorted, or arranged all by themselves. They certainly don't get hauled by themselves. //You// can achieve glory for yourself and your family through glorifying our goddess, dear brother youth! Culture and Arts are the key to the outward expansion of our wider revolution... <> <</linkreplace>> You'd need to collect some things from home and come with a bag fully packed, in order to volunteer for something like this. It's not a good idea to show up with nothing, and simply believe in the party's ability to provide. At the very least, you'll need a towel. [[Back to the Political Education Hallway|5A - i]]

Revolutionary Dance class takes place in the largest room, with the highest ceiling, in the college, and as such, there is a large section of the room, which is blocked off by particle board. Violet and Forest-Green fabrics run from the particle board to the ceiling, blocking off the area, but still allowing the skylights to cast their gleam into the room, and whatever went on inside it. The ceiling, very, very high, has a number of thick, insulated wires running across it, and you can see through the netting, that a few of the lines are occupied. Girls in sweaters, and old raindrop fatigue pants skitter across the length of the room from above, every so often tossing a line to another, to transfer to a less or more steeply angled wire. Beneath, Romanian, Manitoban, and even a couple of American Rennaisance Party members lead different groups of dancers in practicing, for backup in a play, or opera. Anyone can learn the steps and movements, and so, //anyone// can step into the role, and participate in a performance. Or, you can just watch, and cheer, although //that's// a part of the performance as well, since you're lifting up posters, while the party girls set off smoke flares. <<linkreplace "Participate in romantic dance group" t8n>>The romantic dance group backs up a pair of party girls, both in raindrop fatigues, twirling and jumping together in a gymnastic routine. You, along with the other dance group participants, gently and rhythmically wave and shimmy various flowers and ferns together, to form a nice backing for the performers. The girl in the dark violet beret sweeps the other off her feet, kissing her deeply, as you use your party-provided rosebush branch, complete with thorns, but sans petals, to outline one half of a heart 💜 shape. Another group, consisting mostly of younger party girls, carry slow-burning bundles of cheap herbs on the ends of sticks between your outlined hearts. The herbs smell nice, and you find yourself softly smiling, as you remember the heady nights near the end of the revolution, as the Maple Freemen and their allies in the Mounted Police finally ran for their bolt-hole, Fortress Halifax. The revolution had been new then, and you'd never smelled those herbs before. Sweet, fruity, and warm. It was a time of celebration, and for a while, you forgot about what the revolution had cost. As your reverie comes to an end, so does the performance, and you line up with the others for your stamp. <<set $classestaken += 1>> <</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Participate in uprising dance group" t8n>>The uprising dance group consists of a few lines of posterboard-holders, each shield-esque poster featuring a different goddess. From Macha and her crows, to Freja and her valkyr, many are represented, leading brother and sister youths in battle against patriarchal oppressors. You, along with a few others, form the next line, running between the posterboard-holders as they separate. You hold a small roll of very lightweight ribbon and sparkling mesh, which you unfurl in a flash ✨ of light and color, dazzling the audience of bemused upper-level party members, enjoying their small meal of sandwiches, berries, and black tea on the wooden bleachers along the wall. As you retreat back behind the posterboards, respooling the fabric around your arm, you see the final wave of flower-bearers, each holding a bouquet of dried, petal-less stems. The flower-bearers jump and twirl, and the older party ladies respond with synchronized claps and whistles, as is usual at performances of uprising dance. As the flower-bearers finish up their bit of the performance, you unfurl your fabrics once more, providing a bright and colorful canopy for the flower stems to disappear behind. As the posterboard holders move in front of you, the musical accompaniment reaches its crescendo, and soon enough, it's time to line up and have your class-book stamped. <<set $classestaken += 1>> <</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Participate in cheers and watch" t8n>>Funnily enough, the cheering group is the most active of the three. Lifting the posters, marching them between each of the dance groups, running them forwards and back, as the flag-wavers and flare holders twirled and chanted. It was quite a workout, but the chants would at least keep you busy, as you tried to keep up with the formation. In time, you enter a type of trance, where you can't even feel the weight you're holding up. All that matters is the beat of the march, the chanting of the party sisters, and the encouraging flutter of the deep violet flags, their shining embroidered moons 🌖🌑🌔 dazzling you and driving you ever forward. It's not until you're in line for your class-book stamp that you even bother to look at what's on the poster you'd been helping lug around. It's a very nice fresco of Iuno Regina sitting with Zoia Ceausescu, the two of them holding peacock feathers, and looking very in charge of things. <<set $classestaken += 1>> <</linkreplace>> [[Back to the Performing Arts Hallway|6A - i]]

As you are not a femboy, and you are also not particularly slick, it is doubtful that you'd be permitted to take femboy dance. The leather-clad and masked guard says as much to you. <> I know all the femboys. You're not one. You'd make a cute one, though... <> If she winked at you, you wouldn't know, since she's wearing dark shades. The badge on her helmet signifies her as being part of her section's faith guidance unit. You giggle slightly, and turn away. [[Back to the Performing Arts Hallway|6A - i]]

A somewhat rushed, and very businesslike attitude marks the Support Studies hallway. Here, the polos are brushed, and the slacks are starched. The creases on skirt-pleats could slice, and the ever-present scent of candied, metallic, vapor, is not present here. <<linkreplace "Look around the area" t8n>> Groups of brother youths mull around this hallway, along with a somewhat more significant number of leather-clad guards, with violet striped batons hanging at their hips. They wear thick grey canvas belts, which each hold a stun-gun, and two small pepperball pistols. Their collection of cable-ties rest flat in cargo-pockets, and a radio adorns each shoulder. A couple of them wear black canvas bags, which hold their heavy plastic baseball helmets. Posters around feature mostly brother youths performing maintenance on plumbing and electrical equipment, as aunties and party sisters look on in pride. A couple feature older femboys discussing revolutionary struggles with their sisters in the party, and one features a pair of brother youths with their auntie, serenely fishing in a mountain river. <</linkreplace>> [[Back to the Performing Arts Hallway|6A - i]] [[Building Management Support|7B - i]] [[Emotional Support|7C - i]] [[Forward to Fine Arts Hallway|8A - i]]

<<linkreplace "Look around the area" t8n>> The room features a particularly casual atmosphere. Most of the posters adorning the walls are a single step away from the "classy" pinups of the old 1950s and 60s. The only real difference is that the ladies presented are depicting various fertility and love goddesses. A few you recognize, Aphrodite makes several appearances of course, emerging from the sea with a wink and a smile, while Ishtar adorns many more, in a variety of quite lascivious poses. Around the somewhat cluttered space, lie a large number of teaching aids, which is to say, random hardware. Pipe fittings, wood scraps, paint scrapers, thin rectangular pencils, and that's just in one of the cardboard boxes littering the area. A television in the corner plays the party's music video propaganda channel, which cuts to Keno drawings around every 15 minutes or so. One of the student council sisters sits at a round table in front of the television, checking through cards with a couple of brother youths. In the center of the table sits a coil hotplate with two butterknives sticking out of the coils. The handles of the knives are wrapped in electrical tape, and the blades, while currently cool, have an odd rainbow-like sheen to them. <</linkreplace>> The classroom is disorganized and a bit chaotic, with the droning of the Building Maintenance instructor blending with the television, which catches your interest, over the instructor's plumbing lesson, which has meandered into a discourse about how you'd all better get ready to clean lots of hair out of the drain, and //never// to complain, and to always be __good__ and __obedient__ servants for the goddess, and on, and on, and on. The television is far more interesting, even if it is tuned to party music videos and keno drawings. The television spouts the electronic sounds of RLRP party marching anthems, pounding and bubbly and rhythmic, and generally heard during the party's youth street marches. By the time the revolution swept through the provinces, you were too old to participate, but you'd seen them every time you'd been able to get a chaperone to enter the city centre. Brother students below college age could volunteer half their school day to glorifying the goddess through song, there. Party girls, wearing raindrop fatigue bottoms bloused over high tops, along with //maybe// a party headband, danced and chanted along to karaoke versions of the party's propaganda pop songs, bouncing and bounding through the streets, directing and guiding throngs of students, egging them on, as they searched for troublemakers, mostly punk kids. Sometimes they'd catch an older man out shopping without his proper paperwork, but the worst //he'd// ever really face is a dressing down by the party girls, maybe they'd slap him around a little bit, as a show for the students, who'd love every second. Maybe they'd shake their sweaty titties in his face, and make him sing along to whatever was blaring from their speakers at the time. The students would enjoy that, as well. If they came across anyone who //wasn't// co-operative, or interested in glorifying the goddess with them, the students would generally, at some point, perceive that person to be threatening one of the party girls, and would respond accordingly. For a brother student, this is all far more entertaining than pre-algebra. The video features a few of the "greatest hits" from these street confrontations, interspersed with scenes of the singers sitting on a couch, laughing and celebrating each. Every so often, the video cuts to the singers performing their song live during one of these marches. They're clad in sexed up versions of the party's youth march uniform, fatigue bottoms tailored into low cut hip-huggers, and tucked into combat heels. Their headbands feature logos from the temples of some of the more popular erotic goddesses, and their glistening chests are adorned only with a dusting of glitter. As the image of the three party girls, laughing and smiling in central Toronto, fades to black, another takes its place. This time, it's a religious call and response chant. One piece is sung by a choir of ladies and femboys, standing proudly together, in their blouses and ankle-length skirts. The response comes from brother youths, dressed in their combat fatigues, and looking very rugged. They croon to one another, a couple of the femboys and ladies turning to each other in comradely affection, as the chants turn towards the need to love and protect the cadre as a whole. The video shifts to a panning shot of the western mountains, before shifting once more, into close-ups of adorable woodland creatures frolicking happily among the undisturbed wilderness. After a few moments of this, the choir returns, as smiling as ever, to conclude their joyful exultation to the goddess. The video fades, and is replaced by the infectious and familiar jingle of the regular keno drawing. You see the student council sister and her boys perk up, only having very recently finished checking and marking their last cards, and sending them off to the corner store next to the campus. They could exchange the winning tickets for cash, and the losing tickets, for a small recycling deposit based on weight. If they broke even, they'd buy more tickets. Any winnings went to the girls selling hash outside the store. As the lilac coloured ping-pong balls flutter around the case, the small gambling group becomes silent and alert, each taking down the numbers individually. Their sudden focus is a bit off-putting, especially when juxtaposed with the carefree go-go dancing of the harem-veiled, bikini-clad, femboys on each side of the keno drawing machine. Your attention is at once drawn towards the window, as it opens, and a brother youth half scrambles, half trips his way through. He's holding a stack of fresh keno cards, dealing them to each of the other students, before presenting the student council sister with a small, saran-wrapped, ball of amber goo. The gambling group gets to work, either marking the new keno cards, or taking their turn at the butterknives. Your attention drifts from them, back to the television. Three femboy serving attendants sing and dance rather coquettishly around a party dinner, in dark violet aprons and working kerchiefs. They link arms and perform a tap-dance number, as the lady apparatchiks and their husbands look on, with expressions of admiration and esteem. Their song, almost a nursery-rhyme, is about a model serving attendant, who demurely and soberly performs their duties feeding the workers at their factory cafeteria, but is largely ignored by those workers, or at least, treated with a professional distance. One night, however, the factory hosts a carnival for the workers, and this model attendant, usually quite reserved, is able to dress in their finest and loveliest clothing, to be adored by all of their fellow workers. All at once, you start to notice the other students begin to leave the classroom. The instructor is chatting with a couple of the more interested students, while the student council sister collects and stamps class booklets. <<linkreplace "Have her stamp your class-book" t8n>> She stamps your class booklet twice, glancing through the demographic pages for a few seconds after, before turning to you. <> I know you. You're supposed to be doing Faith Guidance today. You should go down there, they said your sister fucked up a bunch of your records, and now it's a problem. You got one hell of a shit family, you know that? You and your mom... <> She points your class booklet at you, like it's some athame 🗡️ <> Were the good ones. <> You reach out to take your class booklet back, but the student council sister slaps it shut and holds it above her head, beckoning to you with one finger. <> No no, I have to //kiss// you, remember? Really, you should feel lucky, didja notice I haven't kissed any of these other little fuckers? C'mere... <> She brings you in tight, your face in her bosom, as she pecks lovingly at the top of your head, before leaning down, to whisper in your ear. <> Now you have to be the good one, okay? The party //really// does love you, baby 💝💝💝 <> One last squeeze, a long sigh, and you're finally free, with booklet in hand, and //two// class stamps. <<set $classestaken += 2>> <</linkreplace>> [[Back to the Support Studies Hallway|7A - i]]

<<linkreplace "Look around the area" t8n>> The posters on the wall for emotional support mostly involve cooking, cleaning, listening, and assisting in rituals. One poster features a young brother youth, with a wheel of hecate tattooed onto one arm, gathering herbs from a small garden, while another features smiling-eyed femboys in bright aprons preparing a feast. The classroom itself features a row of tables, and today, each setting displays a bamboo cutting board, a small paring knife, hotplate and pot, and a bamboo stirring spoon. <</linkreplace>> You sit down at the desk, wondering what will be discussed today in Emotional Support. It's usually the class that you'd want to head through, since it's what you'll be doing quite a bit of if you manage to handfast with a local party girl. Good emotional supporters are what they look for. An emotional support and domestic laborer is entitled to full party benefits, as well as a stipend. The nature of the work itself, while varied in its difficulty, is generally low impact. As you look around, you see the classroom fill up quite quickly, with brother youths, mostly. <> Today, lovely students, we will be learning to //jazz up// our Kraft Dinner! I hope you've come with an appetite 🍴 <> Bored looking party girls pass out bottles of water and vials of oil, along with squat cardboard boxes of elbow pasta and a shelf stable orange powder. Unlike the usual KD ration boxes from the Social Credit Stores Office, these skip the packets of dried onion, garlic, and rosemary, alongside some chunks of soyameat. This time, it's a real onion, a real clove of garlic, a //very// real and delicious smelling sprig of rosemary, and a lean strip of chicken meat, cut //very// thin. You, along with the rest of the class, start the simple process of slicing the vegetables and meats, frying them in the pot, before setting them aside. You boil the water, and add the pasta. As you wait, the young brother beside you scoffs. <> I'm here to handfast into the party, man. Move to //Toronto//... Snag an economist, or an engineer... I don't think I'm gonna be cooking her stores rations 🙄 Can't we learn shepherd's pie? <> Before long, the meal is finished, regular KD mixed with real meats and vegetables. It really is better than the dried stuff from stores, and you miss the days before the revolution, when small gardens would pop up everywhere, maintained by out of work party members, and their supporters. Anyone could pop in and make themselves a salad. These days, those gardens are what feeds the cadre, and any excess goes straight into the party proper. No more free salads. <> This goes to show, dear students, that when our goddess places her fresh fruits before us, that we should treat them with respect, as their essence is different to that which has been preserved. <> <<linkreplace "Have her stamp your class-book" t8n>> As she stamps your class book, you lean down, and she kisses your forehead. Her warm lips and vanilla perfume put you at ease. <> I trust, brother youth, that you will use this knowledge to serve only the will of our goddess .... <> <<set $classestaken += 1>> <</linkreplace>> [[Back to the Support Studies Hallway|7A - i]]

<<if $seenaugs == 1>> These halls are almost entirely empty, with everyone in class. You once again marvel at the particularly proud looking painting of Chairlady Zoia, firing a Strela missile from a platform lashed to the canopy of a dense forest. Femboys and cammied up party girls confidently tap away at chunky portable computers, long and thin, with a full keypad, flanked by a small crt monitor. The revolutionaries, fighting for Vancouver Island, point large, camouflaged antennas towards the unseen enemy, to hack their target's electronic and mechanical counter-measures. Ulrike Meinhoff and Emily Harris, heroines of Zoia Ceaușescu and Milka Planinc's Vancouver adventures crouch low, aiming vintorez rifles towards the ground, far below. <<elseif $seenaugs == 0>> These halls are almost entirely empty, with everyone in class. There's a single, augmented, party official, smoking a cigarette near the window, beneath a particularly proud looking painting of Chairlady Zoia, firing a Strela missile from a platform lashed to the canopy of a dense forest. Femboys and cammied up party girls confidently tap away at chunky portable computers, long and thin, with a full keypad, flanked by a small crt monitor. The revolutionaries, fighting for Vancouver Island, point large, camouflaged antennas towards the unseen enemy, to hack their target's electronic and mechanical counter-measures. Ulrike Meinhoff and Emily Harris, heroines of Zoia Ceaușescu and Milka Planinc's Vancouver adventures crouch low, aiming vintorez rifles towards the ground, far below. <<linkreplace "Witness the Chrome" t8n>> <<set $seenaugs = 1>> You move closer to the window, ostensibly to admire the large painting. Truly, though, you're more interested in the party member's cyberaugs. There aren't many cyberized people in Manitoba, especially since the revolution shifted south, and east. She stands with a cool indifference, although you do catch a glimpse of a <> greyish purple<> iris, clearly tracking your movement. She turns to face you, taking one last drag on her smoke, before asking, <> Do you have a staring problem, brother youth? <> Your stomach turns a bit, as she grinningly taps on the windowsill with neosteel blades, suddenly emerging from her nails, like the claws of a cat. <> In some parts of Detroit-Windsor, you'd be blinded for staring at a party member like that... <> She steps towards you, and you gasp a bit, as her claws reach out, to softly caress your tender neck, tracing the lines of your arteries and veins. All the while, the party official gazes into your soul with her pair of inhumanly violet eyes. <> But I'm sure you were just curious 💖💖💖 <> She winks at you, flicks her cherry out the window, places the butt of her smoke into your palm, and walks off towards the support studies hallway. <</linkreplace>> <</if>> <<linkreplace "Look around the area" t8n>> Art has been the marble backbone of the Ladies' Renaissance since its arrival on the shores of Vancouver, long before you were born. In the 34 years since, they'd expanded throughout Canada and the rest of the world, bringing their unique vision to the masses. A row of busts stand proudly atop granite and marble columns, and present each of the patron goddesses of the various provinces. Above each, on the wall, is a tasteful portrait, done in the style of the 19th century Romantics. The kind smiles and caring eyes of each of the lovely goddesses implores you to smile back, and you soon find yourself feeling relaxed and safe. <</linkreplace>> [[Back to Support Studies Hallway|7A - i]] [[The Goddess In Art|8B - i]] [[Revolutionary Arts|8C - i]]

<<if $triedtoleave >= 1>> <> I hope you're not planning on heading to that "midnight viewing of the clouds..." <> Right, the party. Their entrance ritual. It's starting to seem like it might not be such a bad idea after all, at the very least, it's a way out, and a quick one, at that. It's not the securitate, and it's not an immediate deployment, with nothing aside from what's on your back. Don't they just smoosh their boobies in your face, and read you a bunch of comics? Who cares? <<else>> <> I hope you're not planning on heading to that "midnight viewing of the clouds..." <> You aren't entirely sure what she's talking about, you'd heard from the livestreamers, that the party would sometimes bring cute boys out behind the libraries, to stuff them full of erotic comics and other propaganda. Sometimes they'd come back wearing surgical masks and working kerchiefs with their regular polo and slacks, and giggling alongside the femboys. Over time, they'd be seen less and less by the other boys, or at least, the brothers of the livestreamers, until they disappeared into the universities, or temple seminaries. A fate worse than the securitate? Who can say? Maybe this lady... <> You are //very// cute, honey. They will turn you ''right'' into a femboy. <> [[Ask her what to do|8B - ii]] <</if>> [[Back to the Fine Arts Hallway|8A - i]]

<<linkreplace "Look around the area" t8n>> The vibrant colours of the Revolutionary Arts office fill you with wonder and awe. Ladies of peace gaze down upon you with radiant smiles, and shining eyes. An erotic goddess gathers with her friends and followers, laughing joyfully with them, as they whisper priceless secrets into her blessed ears. Mothers flock to a fertility goddess, holding out their swaddled and plump baby boylets, for the gentle absolution of her graceful fingertips, and her kiss, upon their burdened foreheads. <</linkreplace>> <> I'm glad you've found your way here, dear student... Here, you will find //the true// Ulrike... Gaze deeply into my augmented eyezzzzzzzzzbb 🤩 <> <<linkreplace "Play along with the Revolutionary Artist(e?)" t8n>> Your shoulders start to droop, and a happy little bit of singing starts to form in your brain. You're not sure //where// it's coming from, but it sure does sound nice! Maybe some truck driver's got his treble turned up loud, or... well maybe, there's a nice bass in there too, and you just start to sway and drift, so nice, so fuzzy.... [[Keep doing this with her|8C - ii]] <</linkreplace>> [[Back to the Fine Arts Hallway|8A - i]]

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<<if $gotticket == 1>> You walk into the medical office, and are immediately greeted, once again, by the College Nurse. She wears grey fatigues, and an off-white lab coat. Her black hair is tied up in a bun, and a violet screen-printed quiddus ⚕️ patch is featured on her lapel, offsetting an embroidered triple moon flag, with an open book in the center moon. As you enter, she turns to face you with a warm, sympathetic, smile. <> I'm glad you're back! Are you ready to go over that Faith Guidance task? <> [[Go over Faith Guidance task|1C - xi]] <<elseif $gotticket == 0>> You walk into the medical office, and are immediately greeted, once again, by the College Nurse. She wears grey fatigues, and an off-white lab coat. Her black hair is tied up in a bun, and a violet screen-printed quiddus ⚕️ patch is featured on her lapel, offsetting an embroidered triple moon flag, with an open book in the center moon. As you enter, she turns to face you with a smile, and produces a small triplicate carbon paper ticket. It's the type that you'd take to the Social Credit Stores Office, the type used for requisitioning a specialized product. <> Ah, you're back! I was hoping you'd be this way again. My //lovely// colleague in Faith Guidance noticed that you hadn't been giving any medical samples lately, so we went ahead and ran what you'd given earlier 😘 <> The college nurse starts to shuffle through a stack of papers on her desk, but then, seeming to reconsider, simply holds out the ticket to you, and wiggles it in your direction. <> You're malnourished. Not severely, but there's clearly a couple of little gaps here, vitamin-wise. You've also got a potassium deficiency. You need //iron//... <> She sighs, and smiles warmly and sympathetically at you. <> So pick this stuff up when you get the chance, okay? There's a Faith Guidance task we need to go over, as well. <> You reach out, and take the ticket. <<set $gotticket = 1>> [[Go over Faith Guidance task|1C - x]] <</if>>

The college nurse shuffles around some papers on her desk, picking up the small stack of worksheets and charts that she'd eyed earlier, and holding them out to you. Or maybe pointing them //at// you, you're not quite sure, and it might be both. <> Yoooooouuuu.... Snuck past me last time. I thought you were just a regular student, here for pleasure therapy. As it turns out, you're definitely not a regular student, but forget about that, you're not even //eligible// for pleasure therapy yet, because... <> She shuffles through the papers in her hands, reading off of one of them. <> Your //sister//, apparently was so strongly opposed to the party's emotional health program, that she opted you out of taking your Faith Guidance Needs Battery. She cited a... religious exception? <> She briefly glances over the paperwork, to eyeball you with mild suspicion. <> Which is a bit odd, considering how... //very eager// you were, to breeze right past me, earlier. <> The college nurse continues, with a confident smile. <> So, what all that means is, you weren't //supposed// to be heading through for your pleasure therapy yet. Your sister was //supposed// to sign off on you taking the battery first, and //then//, based on your specified needs, we form your faith guidance plan. But you never took the battery, so you don't //have// a faith guidance plan... <> She shuffles through the papers again. <> Which is bad. You ‼definitely‼ need one, and right now we've got the time. Plenty, in fact. That one in there always takes forever. <> The college nurse straightens the papers into a neat stack on her desk, before paging through them, and picking out a three-page worksheet, which she moves to the front. <> Ready to begin, brother youth? <> [[Proceed with Faith Guidance Needs Battery|1C - xi]] [[Forget about Faith Guidance for now|1A - ii]]

You remain seated, and prepare to have your faith needs battered. You wonder how this is going to work. Your sister, along with her favorite livestreamers, had always portrayed it as being a sexualized kafka nightmare, a kind of sanitized terror-dome, where deviant city workers would descend upon innocent youths such as yourself, with municipal abandon. Would this be the civil serve-them exam, the first step towards one's last steps, "//through a minefield!!!//" ? The nurse jerks you from the beginnings of a panic attack. <> So... //Honey//... I know there's a lot that's been said, here and there, about this test. It //really is// just a bunch of paperwork. I ask you questions, you answer them. Yeah, it gets really into your faith guidance needs, since that's what it's about, but it's not like, //super// weird. You've been back through faith guidance already, so it's not like you're out here with no experience whatsoever... <> Her face and voice soften, as if she just remembered something sweet and sad. <> At the end of the Faith Guidance Needs Battery, we're supposed to assign you to one of the temples, and then, well... You spend the night there, they show you what their goddess is all about... It's //literally// nothing but bedrooms and kitchens there 🥰 <> <<linkreplace "Smile and tell her you're ready" t8n>> <> I'm really glad to hear that. It's an important step that you're taking, towards your future with the party. Now then, let's start with an easy one. Just confirm your family name, please, that is again, your... late //mother's// last name... <> <<textbox "$namel" "Surname / Matronyme">> \ <<button "Yep, that's me!">> <<set $namel to $namel.trim()>> <<if $namel is "Surname / Matronyme">> <<replace "#name-error">>Please enter your (character's) "mother's maiden name"!<</replace>> <<else>> <<goto "1C - xii">> <</if>> <</button>>    \ <</linkreplace>>

The college nurse proceeds to check your answer against her records, and from this point on, you can tell that she'll assume your answers to be genuine and non-sarcastic. <> So... Brother $namel , let's get started on healing your present, and building your future 🌄 <> The college nurse picks up a stack of papers, and affixes them to a small clipboard. She produces a pen from a small pocket on the bicep of her lab coat, and smiles at you, before beginning the introduction to her initial questioning. <> The Faith Guidance Needs Battery is an assessment of the Faith Guidance needs of a youth that was, under the patriarchal oppressor system, classified at birth as "male". The reason you are currently receiving this battery, is to determine your exact needs, as they relate to emotional health. Do you understand why this battery is taking place? <> <<linkreplace "smile and nod" t8n>> <> Fantastic, I'm excited to begin. The first questions will be rather simple, they're all about you, after all. It's fine if you've never really thought about these questions before, the point of the exercise is for //us// to think about these things //together//. The party does care about your emotional well-being, and this experience is intended to help us, to help you. <> <<linkreplace "keep smiling, keep nodding" t8n>> <> Right... So for these first questions, I'll be giving you a statement, and you'll say a number from one to five, with one indicating that you don't agree with the statement at all, and five indicating that you do agree, and very much so. Let's get the not-always-so-fun ones out of the way first, okay? First statement : "I am very happy with the size and shape of my penis". <> <> Totally Disagree (1) <<numberbox "$SS1" 3>> Totally Agree (5) <> <> I have considered penile tissue augmentation, to expand the shape of my penis. An easier one this time, honey... <> <> Totally Disagree (1) <<numberbox "$SS2" 3>> Totally Agree (5) <> <> And finally, a bit of a different one, you might not resonate with it, but bear with us, please... *the college nurse smiles at you warmly*... If an emotional regulation medication came along with a side effect of penile tissue shrinkage, I wouldn't want to take it. <> Totally Disagree (1) <<numberbox "$SS3" 3>> Totally Agree (5) <> <> [[Continue with Faith Guidance Needs Battery|1C-xiii]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

The College Nurse shuffles her papers unnecessarily, tapping on a couple of religious texts, on her desk, as she does. You feel a bit more at ease, and begin to wonder how long this whole thing is going to take. Isn't there a lot of very specialised and personalised faith guidance at the end? Before you can imagine too much, however, the College Nurse awakens you from the beginnings of a lovely reverie. <> These next questions are a bit more simple, and easy for you to answer. I've met a lot of really bad people doing this job, probationaries, with wicked little ideas, that we've had to massage out of them. Usually, we're successful. <> She shuffles the papers again, and smiles warmly, once more. <> It's quite easy for more mischievous types to make me jump, or squeal with a sudden touch. <> She smiles, as you instinctively look behind, for a mischievous party girl, or student council sister, seeking to test the validity of your answer. <> Totally Disagree (1) <<numberbox "$FT1" 3>> Totally Agree (5) <> <> Now for the next one, remember that any confusing or nonsensical answers will be noted on your chart. You're being tested, partly, for a type of poisoning, that affects your ability to make simple values judgments, and really, to take //serious// things //seriously//... <> You recall your answers, and consider her words. She smiles, and continues... <> Sometimes, sexual encounters will start off fun, but then drag on and on. <> <> Totally Disagree (1) <<numberbox "$FT2" 3>> Totally Agree (5) <> <> I see.... Thank you for sharing these details with me, and with the party. <> <> It doesn't always seem worth the time of seeking out Faith Guidance officials, almost anyone can do the job quite well for me 😋 <> <> Totally Disagree (1) <<numberbox "$FT3" 3>> Totally Agree (5) <> <> You'll be meeting quite a few of those officials soon 💟👯‍♀️💟 <> <> Next question, and really, this one is a personal favorite of mine... <> The College Nurse smiles warmly at you, her soft gaze making you feel happy and relaxed. <> A partner could hold me for hours, and I'd love every second 💌 <> <> Totally Disagree (1) <<numberbox "$FT4" 3>> Totally Agree (5) <> She records your answer without comment... <> Now then, the final question for this block of the battery. It might seem odd at first, but you'll get it, if you //get// it... <> She reads from the paper quite clinically. <> When exercising, I have to make sure to wear tight-fitting underclothes, or I'll be very uncomfortable <> <> Totally Disagree (1) <<numberbox "$FT5" 3>> Totally Agree (5) <> [[Continue with Faith Guidance Needs Battery|1C-xiv]]

<> Now then, I'd like to thank you for being so forthcoming with our party's representatives, and also for.... well, just showing up to the Faith Guidance and Emotional Health offices. A lot of your peers and colleagues really neglect these services, and it shows. I'm hoping that your sister's reactionary belief structures didn't keep you from too much of our party's.... light... <> The College Nurse smiles warmly at you, sighing, as if she were quite saddened, that you've been cruelly left out of all the loving joy and fun. Maybe the livestreamers were wrong? <> These next questions will be a bit more intensive, and I want you to know that, especially since our very intrepid lady colleague, and //your// core emotional support representative right now... <> She sighs, shaking her head quickly, as if banishing some sad but also quite repulsive thought. <> Thanks to your sister... <> She sighs once more, before turning back to her papers. <> and those livestreams.... <> <> So! 😑 Let's get back to business! <> <> I often find myself becoming engrossed in the party's erotic TeleFilm and HoloFilm content ☺️😘 <> <> Now //I// would put a solid five out of five here, but that's just because I like Keno 🤫 <> <> Totally Disagree (1) <<numberbox "$NT1" 3>> Totally Agree (5) <> The College Nurse giggles to herself a bit, and taps away at her laptop. You briefly see her scroll past an older portrait of yourself on the screen, before getting to an unreadably (from your distance) small block of well-formatted text. <> You haven't been to the library recently... I'm guessing it's your sister's influence, but perhaps this next question might not make as much sense to you as the others. <> She smiles warmly at you, before authoritatively declaring, <> No late fines yet! 😙 <> <> Either way, here's the next one, honey. Just //imagine// that you have a library card. <> <> My favorite comics are the ones with a lot of sexy fun 🙄 <> <> Totally Disagree (1) <<numberbox "$NT2" 3>> Totally Agree (5) <> <> Now then, let's clear the air with a fun one, for once ☺️ <> Your eyes are drawn to the warmth and safety of her full bosoms, the white of her shining lab coat fluttering as she gently sways back and forth, putting you so fully at ease... <> Around the Beltaine season, it's really a challenge to obey our goddesses' gaze restrictions <> She smiles up into your eyes, and you can't help but smile back, remembering all those lovely, lovely, ladies, and all the important things that they taught you. The College Nurse has such lovely eyes... They might be uncyberized! <> Totally Disagree (1) <<numberbox "$NT3" 3>> Totally Agree (5) <> The College Nurse sways quite quickly once more, before turning to her paperwork, and genuinely, seriously, and intently studying the large, imposing, stack. She sighs, and turns to you, with a brave, dignified, smile. <> The party's current policy of combining emergency male housing with faith guidance intensive care is clearly a pragmatic choice, and should be phased out over time. <> You see the beginnings of a tear forming in her right eye. You'll never know if she's cyberized unless you taste it... <> Totally Disagree (1) <<numberbox "$NT4" 1>> Totally Agree (5) <> [[Continue with Faith Guidance Needs Battery|1C-xv]]

<> Now then❣️ Hopefully your sister's been letting you use the computer for schoolwork and study, I know our //universities// have been sucking up all those resources lately, and the Social Credit Party, for all their ''incredible'' bluster, have not actually been willing to part with any of //their// computing equipment... <> <> I type quite well, and if I put my mind to it, I bet I'd be great on a synthesizer 🤗 <> <> Totally Disagree (1) <<numberbox "$BW1" 3>> Totally Agree (5) <> The College Nurse shuffles her papers and gives you an understanding nod... <> Remember //riiiiiight// after the revolution, when things //reeeeeally// started to take off? I remember you... and I already know the answer to this question.... But let's see how //you// feel about it 😋 <> <> When I dance, I tend to move my hips quite a bit <> <> Totally Disagree (1) <<numberbox "$BW2" 3>> Totally Agree (5) <> <> Perfect.... Onward and Upward 🌇 <> <> I'm quite happy with our trilingual society; Romanian, French, and English are all enjoyable for me to speak <> <> Totally Disagree (1) <<numberbox "$BW3" 3>> Totally Agree (5) <> <> I hope you're happy with our RoLRP comrades... <> The College Nurse chuckles to herself quietly. <> They all keep trying to adopt //you// 🤱🏻 🤱🏼 🤱🏻 <> You gulp, imagining all those dusky maidens thinking about you while on the ropes, or in the trees, or even at the clubs, with all those pistols and daggers... <> Yes, they're all quite beautiful, aren't they? <> <> I've been known to pick up small, useful, ubiquitous items, such as portable inkpens, with my toes <> The College Nurse gives you an oddly hungry look... <> Totally Disagree (1) <<numberbox "$BW4" 3>> Totally Agree (5) <> [[Continue with Faith Guidance Needs Battery|1C-xvi]]

The College Nurse shuffles her papers again, sighing and looking through a couple, before sighing again. <> So.... <> <> Baby..... <> <> I don't know... //exactly// what it is these.... you... //Lilith// people //do//, and honestly, I've only heard bad things. But then, you know, they say all sorts of things about us. We've had disastrous beach landings, they are most known for getting together buttass naked and poisoning themselves and their entire families twenty years ago. 😐🤨🤔 It happens. <> The College Nurse sighs once again, giving you a tired, tired, look, before moving on. <> So these next questions are about faith. Faith in the Goddess, Faith Guidance, //how to guide you in your faith journey//, that sort of thing. Take these last questions seriously, we actually ''did'' save the best for last, here. <> The College Nurse begins to sway happily, as she reads the next question to herself, before eyeing you coquettishly, and batting those lovely eyelashes. <> The party's current policy of combining emergency male housing with faith guidance intensive care is a clear display of our goddess' will being executed through her party's representatives <> She bats her eyelashes harder, as she records your response. <> Totally Disagree (1) <<numberbox "$SH1" 5>> Totally Agree (5) <> <> And now, the fun part, our final question 😎😶‍🌫️👩🏻‍🌾👩🏼‍🌾👩🏽‍🌾👩🏾‍🌾👩🏿‍🌾 <> The College Nurse pulls a small marihuana cigarette from a drawer in her desk and sparks up, blowing some of the smoke towards you, but mostly out the open window, beside her. <> Marihuana is a gift from our goddess, formed by her gentle hand to assist us in knowing her truth. <> <> Totally Disagree (1) <<numberbox "$SH2" 3>> Totally Agree (5) <> Holding the marihuana cigarette between her lips, she shuffles and stacks your paperwork, collating it together, between puffs. <> So that wasn't too bad, right? The //really// fun part comes later 😊 <> The College Nurse smiles over at you once more, and puffs away, spinning this way and that in her office chair, grinning towards the chairlady's portrait, proud of her success, with you. <> So..... You have a couple of options, at this point. It'll take some time for me to //actually// input this stuff into my laptop, ~~wait for the network to uptake that data~~, search through the Manitoba Temple system for which Temples even //have// beds right now, and then try to finesse your chart into pretending like you match one of them. I'll let you know right now, it's most likely gonna end up being either Ceres, Pomona, or Kelaeno, since they're in town, and I ''know'' they have beds __tonight__. <> The College Nurse sighs once more, gazing over the paperwork, and chuckling softly, but sadly. <> I wish we'd done this a year ago. I know exactly where you belong, and it's full up tonight, like every night. Like every night for the next six months. I wish I could send you to my girlfriends in Toronto. I wish your sister hadn't been so... <> Her eyes meet yours. She seems to search for something within you. <> Opposed to our Party's Emotional Health program. <> You're not sure what to say at this point. At the very least, beds and kitchens! Personalized Faith Guidance! What's not to like? But are these temples //really// where you belong? <> So this is the part where you kinda have to... <> <> Start building that future we talked about. While this is all... Gestating.... <> <> You should probably head back out, and see what the rest of the day holds. This process doesn't move quick, and //I'll// be here till sundown working this out with everybody. <> She smiles warmly at your increasingly worried face. <> It's phone calls, trust me, you'll probably be through all the bathings and into the //real// Faith Guidance before like, high moon. Really❣️ <> <> They're not gonna let you leave, but I'll go ahead and stamp you through the rest of the day. Don't get in too much trouble, and honestly, if you find somebody out there who strikes your fancy, guess what? Now's the time! They all know your sister. They all know //you//. So maybe talk to them, too! <> <<set $beenbattered += 1>> <<linkreplace "Tell her you'd feel safer staying in the office" t8n>> <> I'm sure you would, and there's certainly an empty bed right past those curtains, if that's what you need right now. <> <</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Have her stamp your class-book" t8n>> The College Nurse takes your class book, smiling over at you, and stamps about seven or eight times, enough to get you out of the building for the day, as long as your sister isn't a terrorist. <> There you go, have a ball, cutie-pie! <> <<set $classestaken += 8>> <</linkreplace>> [[Back to Classes?|1A - ii]] [[Stay in Bed|1C - xvii]]

You feel a warm pair of arms wrap themselves around you, and an even warmer chest swoop in, behind you. It's soft, and nice. Full, and easy. You feel yourself start to just drift away 😪 <> You'll be safe with us here... Safe forevour, and evour... <> You think you smell sandalwood, and definitely see a smile, before drifting off, in the strong arms, and soft bosom, of the stout artiste behind you.

<> <<if $SS1 >= 6>> <<set $PCTRAITSS -= 5>> <<elseif $SS1 >= 3>> <<set $PCTRAITSS += 1>> <<elseif $SS1 <= 2>> <<set $PCTRAITSS += 0>> <</if>> <<if $SS2 >= 6>> <<set $PCTRAITSS -= 5>> <<elseif $SS2 >= 3>> <<set $PCTRAITSS += 0>> <<elseif $SS2 <= 2>> <<set $PCTRAITSS += 1>> <</if>> <<if $SS3 >= 6>> <<set $PCTRAITSS -= 5>> <<elseif $SS3 >= 3>> <<set $PCTRAITSS += 0>> <<elseif $SS3 <= 2>> <<set $PCTRAITSS += 1>> <</if>> <<if $SS4 >= 6>> <<set $PCTRAITSS -= 5>> <<elseif $SS4 >= 3>> <<set $PCTRAITSS += 1>> <<elseif $SS4 <= 2>> <<set $PCTRAITSS += 0>> <</if>> <<if $FT1 >= 6>> <<set $PCTRAITFT -= 5>> <<elseif $FT1 >= 3>> <<set $PCTRAITFT += 1>> <<elseif $FT1 <= 2>> <<set $PCTRAITFT += 0>> <</if>> <<if $FT2 >= 6>> <<set $PCTRAITFT -= 5>> <<elseif $FT2 >= 3>> <<set $PCTRAITFT += 0>> <<elseif $FT2 <= 2>> <<set $PCTRAITFT += 1>> <</if>> <<if $FT3 >= 6>> <<set $PCTRAITFT -= 5>> <<elseif $FT3 >= 3>> <<set $PCTRAITFT += 0>> <<elseif $FT3 <= 2>> <<set $PCTRAITFT += 1>> <</if>> <<if $FT4 >= 6>> <<set $PCTRAITFT -= 5>> <<elseif $FT4 >= 3>> <<set $PCTRAITFT += 1>> <<elseif $FT4 <= 2>> <<set $PCTRAITFT += 0>> <</if>> <<if $NT1 >= 6>> <<set $PCTRAITNT -= 5>> <<elseif $NT1 >= 3>> <<set $PCTRAITNT += 1>> <<elseif $NT1 <= 2>> <<set $PCTRAITNT += 0>> <</if>> <<if $NT2 >= 6>> <<set $PCTRAITNT -= 5>> <<elseif $NT2 >= 3>> <<set $PCTRAITNT += 1>> <<elseif $NT2 <= 2>> <<set $PCTRAITNT += 0>> <</if>> <<if $NT3 >= 6>> <<set $PCTRAITNT -= 5>> <<elseif $NT3 >= 3>> <<set $PCTRAITNT += 1>> <<elseif $NT3 <= 2>> <<set $PCTRAITNT += 0>> <</if>> <<if $NT4 >= 6>> <<set $PCTRAITNT -= 5>> <<elseif $NT4 >= 3>> <<set $PCTRAITNT += 0>> <<elseif $NT4 <= 2>> <<set $PCTRAITNT += 1>> <</if>> <<if $BW1 >= 6>> <<set $PCTRAITBW -= 5>> <<elseif $BW1 >= 3>> <<set $PCTRAITBW += 0>> <<elseif $BW1 <= 2>> <<set $PCTRAITBW += 1>> <</if>> <<if $BW2 >= 6>> <<set $PCTRAITBW -= 5>> <<elseif $BW2 >= 3>> <<set $PCTRAITBW += 1>> <<elseif $BW2 <= 2>> <<set $PCTRAITBW += 0>> <</if>> <<if $BW3 >= 6>> <<set $PCTRAITBW -= 5>> <<elseif $BW3 >= 3>> <<set $PCTRAITBW += 0>> <<elseif $BW3 <= 2>> <<set $PCTRAITBW += 1>> <</if>> <<if $BW4 >= 6>> <<set $PCTRAITBW -= 5>> <<elseif $BW4 >= 3>> <<set $PCTRAITBW += 0>> <<elseif $BW4 <= 2>> <<set $PCTRAITBW += 1>> <</if>> <<if $SH1 >= 6>> <<set $PCTRAITSH -= 5>> <<elseif $SH1 >= 3>> <<set $PCTRAITSH += 2>> <<elseif $SH1 <= 2>> <<set $PCTRAITSH += 1>> <</if>> <<if $SH2 >= 6>> <<set $PCTRAITSH -= 5>> <<elseif $SH2 >= 3>> <<set $PCTRAITSH += 2>> <<elseif $SH2 <= 2>> <<set $PCTRAITSH += 1>> <</if>> <> You go to lay down, deciding to wait it out with Faith Guidance, instead of looking for whatever it is the rest of the college has in store. What is there, here? Entry to the Securitate? A pathway towards the Defence Force? Certainly not University... Running around looking to handfast your problems away //right now// probably isn't the best idea, either. So you sit, and you wait. Sometimes, waiting is actually the exact thing that you __need__ to do. So you sit, and you wait. You're right up next to the wall, and on the other side, is Faith Guidance. The room is soundproofed, but you still manage to make out some hilariously emphatic grunts, groans, and sweet, sweet, nothings, from whoever it is that's being Faith Guided. Eventually, the College Nurse comes over, and asks you if you'd like some FentaPhen syrup. Feeling a bit bored of listening to Faith Guidance, you say yes, and she mixes the syrup into a cup of warm, sparkling, ginger ale. She smiles tenderly at you, her head resting in her palm, as she watches you sip the oddly fruity concoction. It's quite good, and it works quite fast. You feel very nice. Then you go to sleep.

<> Well the first thing to do is get you some new papers, you're not getting out of here on yours, that's for sure. All the Party Girls around here have been looking at you like you're a milky little bar of chocolate... <> You try to think back. How //do// ladies look at their chocolate, anyway? You wouldn't know, since you don't really stare at party girls. Especially when they're eating. <<linkreplace "Hand her your papers" t8n>> The <>homeschooled girl<> takes your paperwork casually, walking it over to a small desk in one corner of the room. The desk, long and grey, is mostly covered in line drawings of fruits and landscapes. Atop one of these drawings sits a pair of AR goggles, plugged into a white cable sticking out of the wall. There's an obvious patch in the wall, from which the cable emerges. Almost as if this cable isn't //really// supposed to be here. <> I'll make your name fit mine, and just tell the checkpoint girls that you're my brother. So no PDA with them around, right? <> She puts on the AR glasses, and types on the air for a few moments, glancing over to your paperwork briefly here and there. A few more gestures, and you start to hear the familiar and distinctive sound of a dot=matrix printer running through its motions. A couple of the other students get to work assembling your new papers, and in only a few moments, you've got a new name, new demographics information, and apparently, a new big sister, as well. <</linkreplace>>