#we're here!

From what he could tell, the arrangement he was entering into had all the makings of a trap. A lease agreement that, regardless of his own financial circumstances, will add, in some fashion or another, to the debts he already owed. But then, what choice did he have but to comply? Especially given the fact that he had been deliberately sought out and escorted, under arm guard, no less, to this very venue.

Which, as he stalled for a moment whilst outside to inspect its exterior, it happened to remind him of something. He's heard the name of this place mentioned a few times before, but not in what context. Maybe it was nothing, but as a hand reaches to adjust the tie around his neck, Miguel would be the first to admit he was getting a bad feeling about this summons.

What did he do to deserve this? Oh, right...

Unfortunately, the shove that's deliberately applied to his shoulder as punishment for his dawdling pushes the concern momentarily from his haggard thoughts as he stumbles forward a step, raised hand coming to rest upon the coat draped over his opposite arm. If there was one factor to appreciate in the entirety of this mess, he could at least declare that he was well-dressed for the occasion, suit colours and all matching that of Arasaka's preferences.

A fact that, as he steps inside, immediately loses meaning in the face of flames! Startled by this, hands fly up to shield his face, tall frame listing like a ship in trouble before realising.... the lack of heat. Could it be--?

Ever so carefully, fingers venture towards the tongues of 'fire', finding, in place of singed digits a curved screen, lining either side of the tunnel that lead towards the club's true entrance. Taking yet again another chance out of so very few tries remaining to recompose himself, Miguel adjusts his shirt, gazing at the doors in the distance with suspicion as he is... not-so-subtly steered towards them.

Beyond such a barrier laid a sight to behold, a circular space complete with a curving platform ringing the larger structure behind it. Behind its clear glass, he could see that it was packed full of plants and other attempts at bringing a slice of nature indoors. To what purpose this apparent attraction served, he hesitated to wager a guess, but made sure to keep any such opinions to himself.

More than that though laid the question that followed him from desk to apparently a night club of sorts, such that, without bothering to wait to be prompted, he tapped the nearest Arasaka worker on the shoulder, gesturing to the apparent terrarium with a kind of attitude that tried desperately to remain cavalier about this new turn in events.

AND THUS, the ultimate Evolutionary Stage of  Ameri-KAREN-us was attained.

 Ain’t No Pissant Virus Gonna Bully US Into Some Sort Of WHACK-A-DOODLE, NON-METICULOUSLY PLOTTED, RE-REPLOTTED and ULTIMATELY FUBAR-PLOTTED PUBLIC HEALTH CRISIS RESPONSE! 

GIVE US A WILDLY (IN)CONCISE SCHEDULE OF EVENTS!

GIVE US BULLET POINTS!!

GIVE US A NONSENSICAL and RAMBLING OVERVIEW FOLLOWED BY A RIDICULOUSLY UNREASONABLE ESTIMATED TIMELINE DELIVERED BY “CITIZENS OFF THE STREETS” who have kinda heard of THE SCIENCE as well as a whole SLEW of those SHADY NEWS INFO-GENERATORS!

THESE are the individuals who will MAKE those FANCY, IMPORT VIRUSES PONY UP A G’DAMN REASONABLE TIMETABLE!

FER CRYIN’ OUTLOUD!!  

THINK OF THE G’TDAMM’T CORPORATIONS!!!!! 

THE BUSINESSESS!!!!!!

THE MULTI-NATIONALS!!!!! 

ALL missing out on their lighthearted games of “multi-nationalizing”

OH...and of course....the elderly....and the dying...and the parents....and uh.....the kids...and stuff....

JUST GIVE US A FREAKIN’ TIMETABLE, ALREADY!

WE, THE LOUD. THE POMPOUS. THE (Self En-)FRANCHISED. THE KARENS!