Tessa Date 1, Part 1: A Night At The Museum

Tessa

“Absolutely not.”

Tessa stands, defiant before her sibling, giving her the stare that a well experienced teacher weaponizes against a bratty student. Tyalangan seems immune to the effect. If anything, the glare the Host gives her is making her want to cower. But, if there is one thing the O’Connor-Peters are known for, it’s being irrationally stubborn. The two have been going at this argument for a solid hour now, neither budging a millimeter.

“But, you said...”

“Sis, you are NOT spending your date with Mona watching my old season.”

“It’s what I want to do!”

“It’s not a date! It’s the equivalent of turning on a movie based on the book you are reading and calling that a lesson.”

That is a low blow. Tessa snarls, “There is something students can learn by watching an adaptation, and there is something that we could learn by watching your season!”

Tyalangan pinches the bridge of her nose, exactly as he did back home (or she did at the orphanage) when he was frustrated. She looks back up, “And what, pray tell, are you wanting to learn about?”

“The same thing I have been wanting since I accepted that you are my sibling, Tanta. What happened? How did you go from who you were to who you are now? Something to make the insanity of your current situation make sense.”

Tyalangan softens a little. She puts on a wry smile, “Busting out the child’s name, Yavan?”

Tessa didn’t even realize she said it until it was pointed out. She didn’t know how it felt, that strange mix of embarrassment and affection, until her sister replied with the same tactic. She’s still my older brother, buried down under the rest of it. She still loves me.

“Guess so.”

“A compromise, if you are willing to hear it. If I could give you what you want, a way to see what I went through, but in a way that would meet my expectations for a date, would you go for it?”

“No tricks?”

Tyalangan looks a little hurt. “Have I ever tricked you?”

“I remember a time at the academy where you transcribed a song I needed to sight read into a minor key.”

The Host looks a little stunned. “I did that?”

“At least you did in the memories you implanted into me.”

That wry smile returns, “I mean, you do have a voice for A♯ minor.”

“And how you used Tina into goading me to accepting being here.”

After a slight pause, the Host acknowledges, “That one is fair. Still, no tricks. My objection to the whole ‘let’s watch other seasons of the nightmare show we are trapped in’ date idea is primarily one of concern about you developing a good relationship with Mona, not my embarrassment or the fact that it’s boring for the audience. It’s going to cost you some BP, but here is what I am thinking.”

Tessa listens. She must say, the idea has merit and she would not have even considered it. She nods in agreement and spends the BP. Now, what else needs to be done?

Tessa: -50 BP

Gaia

It took a bit of doing, but Tegan eventually calmed down enough to be coaxed downstairs for dinner. Now Gaia, Tegan, and Andromeda are all sitting in the canteen, waiting on the nice blasphemer Skye to collect food orders.

Across the canteen, Kevin and Winter are sitting at a two-top table, lightly chatting. Winter is making no effort to hide the maid’s foot brushing along the bull’s leg. Kevin doesn’t seem disturbed by it. Isn’t Kevin gay?

Skye saunters over. “What can I get you for dinner?”

Gaia orders something ethical, a delightful assortment of Greek vegan food: briam, spanakorizo, and a nice slice of ladenia. Tegan orders something repugnant: some bits from an innocent chicken (or cockatrice?), plus some roasted vegetables. Andromeda orders something strange: information.

“You happen to know any new information about the foe Mona is to slay?”

“Sorry, Andromeda. Mattie and Scarlet are still installing equipment in the mantle of your world, based on seismic data? You’d have to ask Mattie for more details. When the time comes, we will give you what we have. Have you considered praying to The Lady of the Dance for the information you seek? I am sure she would be willing...”

“We got it already,” the vicious vixen snaps, “You don’t know.”

“Tegan...” Gaia warns.

“Sorry. I’m hungry.”

Skye makes a slight bow and walks back towards the kitchen. Skye has a cute butt. The temporary bird-girl smiles as she catches Tegan trying to not get caught looking herself.

“Plans for this evening?” the arcanist android asks.

“Other than trying to convince Summer to sleep over, no idea.”

Winter and Kevin both join the table, the former noting, “That’s not going to happen. Staff fraternizing with the game participants to that level usually results in certain consequences. Sis would like to avoid them. No offense.”

The look Kevin gives Winter is complicated. The tawny haired boy holds his tongue at least. Something weird is going on with those two.

Andromeda asks, “Why would you want to share a bed with Summer tonight?”

“Tessa has her date and I just want some platonic cuddles.”

Tegan and Andromeda avoid eye contact for a few moments. Kevin merely shrugs. “I’d volunteer, just to get away from Craig for a night, but I doubt that...”

Tina swirls into the canteen from a cloud of silver bunnies. Tegan growls. The bonny-bunny bounces over (which Gaia and the ‘totally straight’ Tegan both seem to enjoy) and declares, “Temporary roommate swap approved! Just for tonight, though. Don’t tell Tyalangan. I always thought the ‘you sleep in your assigned room’ rule was dumb anyways.”

As Tina was about to turn and leave, Andromeda speaks up, “I get you don’t have answers about our final foe, but is there any way we could get more information about the challenge?”

That gets the bunny-girl’s attention. She smugly smiles. “Oh, are you wanting a hint?”

“A hint?” Kevin repeats.

“Yes, an idea of how the challenge is going to go? Are you cuties wanting a hint?” The bonny bunny bashes her eyelashes. “If so, for tonight only, we will put on a little bit of a show. Media Room, after you finish dinner. 20 BP for an entry. Be there or be lame!”

Then, in another puff of silvery bunnies, the assistant is gone.

Everyone at the table stares at each other, then slowly turn to the maid on staff. Winter, amused, notes, “Mama Tina has a flair for the dramatic, I will give her that. Still, I have no idea what the challenge is going to be like.”

Tegan snarls, “And how perverse is this show going to be?”

Andromeda notes, “Probably filled with less personally involved depravity than what we did this afternoon. I am willing to pay for the hint.”

“I will be out of BP, but I will, too. Not like I need a bunch of money for the rest of the round,” Kevin concurs, “We could use some more information to strategize. Co-op with individualized ratings sounds like a tricky balance.”

Tegan seems hesitant. Gaia is going to help her friend, “Was there something you would rather spend your money on, Tegan?”

“It’s not that. It’s that I don’t... want to deal with the whole... perverted show... thing.”

Great. More denial. Real healthy strategy.

“We don’t have much choice,” Andromeda answers, “Either we choose to deal with the game with eyes open or with our heads in the sand. Which do you think will lead to a better result?”

Tegan mutters in Sylvan, then sighs, “Fine. The four of us will watch whatever tape the big tittied cow-bunny has for us.”

This should be fun, even if movies are a waste of electricity.

Mona

Okay, Mona, despite being one of the first people you ever had sexual fantasies about, Tessa is still your middle school English teacher. She’s going to go slow and you are going to be okay with it. Okay?

Psyched up, Mona stands at the door. She went with the corseted purple dress again; it makes her feel like a princess and helps to tuck in her flab. The gamer girl has slowly gotten better at preparing herself for these dates. Ophie made sure she had dinner before the date for some reason and she still had time to spare. She also feels much closer to pretty than she ever had before being dreamnapped.

Mona: Daily tasks complete! Walk for 30 minutes and walk 5K steps. +10 BP

Mona: Daily tasks complete! Follow Diet Plan (Before the Date) +10 BP

Mona: Daily tasks complete! Fully Prepare for Your Date +20 BP

The door opens with an audible straining grunt. Mona sees the sight and her brain goes blank.

Tessa is wearing sexy lingerie, all black lace, and basically ONLY sexy lingerie. Her gorgeous body is on full display. The bra does nothing to cover her blue nipples and everything to squish her boobies together in a pleasing manner. Her flat tummy is completely bare. Her panties are but a sheer thong. A garter belt hugs her hips, holding up lacy black stockings. The only appropriate outerwear Tessa has on are a pair of matching stilettos.

“Mona? MONA?”

“Wha...?”

“Are you okay?”

“Aaaaaaaah...”

“If you told me you were going to wear a dress in that color, I could have matched. You look lovely this evening. Shall we begin?”

Tessa: +1 XP (Complimented Mistress’s Appearance)

Mona’s brain is still broken as Tessa wraps an arm around her waist. She somehow manages to walk down a flight of stairs without face-planting while only having access to her brainstem. It takes until Tessa loads up a selection from the teleportation door kiosk before she comes to, stammering, “But, my bounty...”

Tessa sighs, “Sorry, Mona, but our date location is technically in another dimension. You can’t walk there.”

Technically in another dimension? What?

So, Mona spends some more time too confused to interact with her hot date.

Mona: Daily task bonus objective failed! Used Teleportation.

“Sis, I think your outfit broke Mona,” Tyalangan sardonically notes. That jogs Mona back into paying attention.

The room they are standing in is rectangular, lined with iron pillars draped with blue and green banners. Dominating the center space is a large chariot with a dildo shaped ramming thing? A stairwell goes up to a second floor balcony. Display counters are arranged in the space. Am I in a museum?

The Host smirks, answering the unasked question again, “Welcome, Mona and Tessa, to The Museum of Pleasures Past. For the audience, the museum does rotate artifacts from the show in and out, so not every exhibit you saw last time a season showed off this place will be where you remember it.”

Wait a second... “Are you telling me that we are at a Harem Hotel history museum?”

“Exactly. You two have a few hours to explore as you wish. Have fun.” Then the Host disappears.

Mona turns to Tessa, a bit annoyed that her date seems to have turned into a very weird version of a school field trip. “Why are we here?”

Tessa sighs a little while she smiles, explaining, “Because my sister convinced me that this will be a better date than forcing you to watch a bunch of her season. I want answers about what happened to her. This way, we get to go find them.”

Huh. Exploring a pervy museum for a couple of hours isn’t the worst way to spend and evening with your hot ex-teacher. “So, where to first?”

Tessa pulls out a fold-out brochure. “We have a map. What sounds like an interesting starting point?”

Hmm... Mona briefly scans the displays in this room. Every exhibit has a description that includes the season’s name, number, and host. “What do you know about Tyalangan’s original season?”

Tessa pauses for a bit, almost as if she’s trying to find the right phrase. She settles by answering, “Nothing, other than she and the trainers we have met were on it.”

We need a season name to look out for. Maybe there is a Vix display? “Hall of Eliminations.”

Tessa looks a little uneasy, but they head off to a particularly grim first room. Mona gives her former teacher a bit of a side hug as they walk. Okay. Scavenger hunt without a particular list of things to find. I hope this works out.