Rules

This menu was a lot shorter than the others, in fact it only contained three things:

1. Gain points by completing quests and having fun!
2. Don't get caught breaking the law or run out of money, doing so will cause you to lose points!
3. You need at least 1,000 points to be able to move on to the second phase of Willie B. Hardigan's game!

Catherine glared at the pixellated words, "Well that's fucking helpful."

Crystal gave her a pat on the back, "At least we know we need points to progress now."

Jenna narrowed her eyes, "When it says we get points by completing quests and 'having fun'... does that really means what I think it means?"

Evaline chuckled mirthlessly, "Never thought I'd have to sleep my way into getting good scores..."

Dahlia's cute face was even paler than it had been before, "I... I can't do this... I can't! It goes against everything I believe in! I'm saving myself for marriage and... and..."

Evaline wrapped her in a tight embrace, inadvertently crushing the smaller girls face into her barely concealed bosom, "There, there Dahls. You'll make it through this, we'll help you. Maybe only one of us needs to get 1,000 points?"

Crystal shook her head, "I kind of doubt it, this is a competition after all. Then again, this game isn't exactly consistent." Fiddling with the threads of her sweater, she laid back on the bed, pondering.

"Ok, for starters we should try completing a simple quest. Just to see what happens. Baby steps." She brought up her quest menu again, "How many of us have to get jobs?"

She, Evaline, and Catherine raised their hands, shortly followed by a less certain Jenna, "It says that I need to establish a cover so... I guess?" "Cool. Maybe we can start there. I guess the internet isn't really a thing yet... is there a newspaper we can look at for job listings?"

The group hustled down the stairs, fervently searching the house.

"By the way, what happened to York?"

Jenna snorted, checking the kitchen counters, "You mean the guy who's named for the place he came from?" Crystal sent her a withering look which she ignored, "He left to go do something. Seemed confused. Sweet boy though, you brought him up well."

"Ok, can we stop with the jokes? It really freaks me out that he's so-" "Hot?" "-old. He's like in his first year of college."

"Maybe we should ask him for freshman tips before we leave." Dahlia piped up from the couch, checking under the cushions.

Evaline glanced up from checking the end tables, "Dahls you gotta be reeeally careful when you bend over in a dress like that." The youngest girl squeaked and stood bolt upright, hands clapping over her rump.

Crystal clapped a hand to her forehead, "Oh I forgot! Dahls, did you find anything useful in the menu about your... situation?"

Dahlia grimaced, wiggling uncomfortably as she brought up the menu, "Well... based on the way they spelled 'Assk for Assistance' I need to go see Professor Yankinoff about it." She looked nervously around the room, "You don't think he's the one who... put it there, do you?"

"Since this game is just one long list of sex puns and stereotypes, probably." Catherine replied glumly as she sorted through the papers by the fireplace.

"Cathy."

"Oh, tell me I'm wrong! Better yet, say 'Fa-lalalala-la-la-lala'."

"Fa-rara... Fa-ra." Evaline pressed her lips together irritatedly, "Point taken."

"Found it!" Jenna called, walking out of the bathroom, "Why did you put it in there?"

"York likes to..." Crystal stopped, surprised, "Um... ok, not sure how I know this, but York likes to read it in there."

"Gross." Jenna tossed the paper onto the counter and Crystal unfolded it, the others gathering round. She half expected a pixellated menu to pop out but the paper remained perfectly ordinary.

"Job... job... job... Job listings! Here we go. Uh... There's a position as a teacher at the local highschool, might be nice-" Catherine snorted, "Pft, that'd be ironic." "-a Mechanic, so that's probably you Cathy." "What? Why is that probably me? I don't know a damn thing about mechanics!" "It's your class name, you probably have some sort of secret knowledge you just don't know about yet. Like York and I." Catherine grumbled but stopped interrupting. Crystal continued, "a secretary for the mayor... a housemaid for (omg wtf) Kareem Ofsomeyonguy, seriously the names in this place... aaaand a lot of red light stuff which should probably be illegal to print." She dropped the paper on the counter.

"Alright girls... I guess we choose."