Takeshi's Tunnel

  Wandering down St. Nicholas Ave in Manhattan, you look into the store windows as you pass them by and wonder if there's any place that won't charge you an arm and a leg for some food. Having arrived in the city a few days ago, you've been burning all your money on basic amenities and overpriced restaurants. It's a wonder how anyone even manages to live here. Strolling by both high end eateries and low quality chains, you start to think you might never find anything decent or affordable at all until you notice someone walk out of a building in front of you holding a sandwich. When you look inside, you can see rows of grocery products with a deli counter on the far end and decide to give the place a shot.  "Welcome in! What can I get you?" a cheery voice greets you, and you turn to see a girl waving at you from behind the counter. Her outfit seems normal enough, a blue tank top over a brown t-shirt, but your eyes instantly travel to the top of her head where t...

  "Alright, one more time but more emphasis at the end!" Sighing under your breath, you nod at Bon and reset the backing track, signaling to the poor girl in the recording booth that you're starting over. It's been five hours sitting in this same chair at the studio, and all the lights on the panel in front of you are starting to blur together. You can't even imagine how exhausted the aspiring idol must be after a few dozen takes. As the pop song begins playing for the umpteenth time, you watch Bon in the reflection off the glass, bouncing along to the music behind you. "Yeah, this is the one! I can feel it!" she cheers, running up behind you and leaning over, "What if we just..." You freeze immediately as Bon reaches over your shoulder to fiddle with the soundboard, her soft breasts pressed firmly against the back of your neck and threatening to swallow your head. With her body so close to yours, you can smell her perfume as she fiddles with t...

 "Hey, stop touching that." A nearby research assistant glares at you as he smacks your hand away from some complicated looking control panel, the lights on the board all blinking periodically. Pulling your hand back, you scowl in return and wander away to join the rest of your class on their tour of the tech facility, still unimpressed. "Come on, when's something interesting going to happen? This place is fucking booooring," you grumble, mostly to yourself as you trail behind the group. The eggheads at the front keep the guide busy with all sorts of questions, but it's nothing you particularly care about. You're only taking this course because you need the credits, it's not like you're planning on going into the field at all. This was supposed to be a cakewalk, but you've wasted more time in this class than any other you can remember. As you pass by a heavy looking metal door, your phone buzzes in your pocket and you check to see who it is. ...

 The clouds that formed overhead on your way to work finally begin to unleash their downpour just as you step out of your car, forcing you to run awkwardly to the front of the ClamCorp building to avoid getting soaked. Sprinting between lamp posts and other cars, you manage to make it through the door without anything getting too wet, shaking yourself off in the lobby. "Oh, good morning! Have you met our newest hire?"  The woman at the front desk greets you cheerfully, waving you over to her. "Uh, good morning. No, who's the new person?" you reply, brushing your hair back into place with your hand. "They're in charge of security! Very cute, I hope they do rounds on the ground floor." she swoons, fanning herself with a folded piece of paper.  Leaving her to her own imagination, you walk over to the elevator and hit your floor, letting it carry you up to the top. Passing by your colleagues, you casually wave hello on your way to Kyou's office, no...