A/N: WARNING! Lots of crap to read, sorreh. =/

Ok so I've decided on how to do things, for now at least. I'm shocked by how many people voted, but am ecstatic so many speak their mind about my story! So Option C beat B by only two votes, but you'll all get what you want soon enough. Lemme explain the basics:

For all of you who want to see if Michael survives his attempts at courting Riiana, you have to help him on his way! Yay more voting!

*Insert reader groaning here*

I'll keep it simple so I don't lose you. Along with getting a glimpse of each persons workplace every two weeks or so, once a month I'll start the story arc for the two of them, split into two parts(Yes, I'm afraid I'm forced to heavily cut back on updates. Thank whoever invented school _) The first would be the introduction of the scene and an opportunity, ending with a set of options for you all to choose as well on how to approach selected option. After that whichever option/approach gets the most will be added together. Most if not all choices will have a chance of success and failure, which I will show alongside each corresponding option. The chance of success/failure will always be a good round number; 10 %, 20 %, 30 %, etc. For every 10 I'll flip a coin(I suck at making choices on my own) with heads a good ending, and tails a bad ending. Whichever has the most hits will be the outcome. That being said, don't flame me alive should a 90 % option fail, its just the coin. Now, ONWARD TO TEH BEATDOWN!

Dawn of Hospitality

Interests - Attempt I

Michael hummed to himself as he walked out of his room, intent on quieting the feral growling coming from his stomach. He glanced over towards the living room as he passed to see Briana curled up on a couch, a pillow covering her face as her sister sat on the opposite side with remote in hand. Romminal and Xelus sat on the other, the ork looking even more confused then normal as the Chaos Marine almost looked giddy. Shrugging, Michael proceeded into the kitchen and began to pile anything worth while between two slices of bread. As he was about to return to his room with his freshly made sandwich, he overheard a familiar set of voices that made him turn to check. True to his ears, on the holodisplay was one of his favorite shows.

"I didn't think they got that channel here!" Michael noted happily as he made his way over, sitting in the space between the two Eldar.

"I wish they hadn't!" Briana mumbled from behind her pillow.

"Quiet! Both of you!" Riiana huffed, turning up the volume.

The scene wasn't an unusual one this late into the episode. Four figures were gathered around or near an examination table lined up with several others , holding a freshly autopsied human open for display.

"Heesh, whats that smell?" a man in his mid-30s asked, reluctant to near the table with the others.

"More like who," another man in his late-20s replied, reading from a dataslate as he stopped near the body. "Joe Casey, 23 years old. Already had a record for smuggling, gun-for hire, the prime subject in multiple murders, the list goes on. He was as bad as they came boss."

"Maybe, but how'd he die?" an older gentlemen in his late-50s questioned.

"The local Gue'vesa MEs reported animal mauling to be the cause of death," a wrinkled tau answered, signaling toward a small metal bin connected to the table. "However, my findings were much more...interesting."

"Oh thats just wonderful," the middle aged one gagged as he saw the contents.

"Yes indeed," the tau chirped. "You see, this liver dosn't look so much mauled as...inflated."

"Inflated?" the younger human asked, curiosity wavering the smell for a brief moment.

"Yes! Literally to the point of exploding. My guess would be some type of bladed weapon, being the easiest and simplest way to puncture through the lads ribcage and inject its gasses. Fascinating is it not?" the tau smiled as a pair of elevator doors on the other end of the room opened.

"If your not too busy," an eldar deadpanned, annoyance obvious on her features as she leaned out of the doorway. "We just received word on our bolo."

"Thanks Duck. Lets get going people," the older man nodded as they took they're leave.

"On your six boss!" the middle-aged man grinned as he caught up.

"Time to catch the killers killer eh?" the tau chuckled to himself as the others vanished into the elevator.

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"They never fail to amuse." Michael chuckled as it cut to commercial.

"For a mainly human show I admit it's... interesting." Riiana nodded slightly.

"Are you kidding me?" Briana gawked as she peeked from behind her pillow. "They had the guys guts on a scale! A scale! The body was next to it with the chest open and everything!"

"The autopsies are the best parts of the show!" Michael grinned, biting into his sandwich for emphasis as she turned pale.

"So...da oomie got killed by a choppa?" Romminal scratched his head.

"So it seems," Riiana mused. "Though he was killed rather easily for a supposed mercenary."

"I agree, that guy didn't look like he had the stomach to do much!" Xelus cackled, smacking his knee with a loud metallic clang. Eeping, Briana bounced a few feet off the couch before landing and frantically looked around for the source of the noise. Finally, her eyes fell on the Chaos Marine as he began teetering in his chair from so much laughter.

"Not funny!" She yelled. "Romminal, do that thing!"

"Wut? Ya mean dis?" Romminal asked as he smacked the Chaos Marine upside the back of the head like how he had seen the old oomie do to the other gits on the show.

"Why you little..." Xelus growled before tackling the ork to the floor. The ork only let out an excited whoop as they began to brawl, rolling away from the couch for more room(That and Jones was getting tired paying for all the property damage). With the two giants gone and Briana going after them to record the fight for HereTube, Riiana and Michael found themselves alone. Riiana looked content enough to just watch whatever comercial was playing, but Michael was trying to think of something to say.

What should he talk about?

A/N: Again I thank everyone for voting, and I'll see about getting back to churning out more chapters. Just remember that while votes are awesome, actual reviews are what really get me into the 'I think its time for a new chapter!' mood.

OPTIONS

A. Show - 30 %

B. Herself - 10 %

C. Briana - 20 %

APPROACHES

A. Normal - 30 %

B. Flirty - 10 %

C. Geeky(Option A only) - ?

Colonel-Mustard1990- I plead that you were killed by Mr Green, in the kitchen, with the revolver! *I am SO SORRY but I couldn't resist =P*

wolfiuz1- Whoopsie doodle. =/

zero D. infinite- Thanks!

Shadowbane509- Either that or he was just asking questions for Michael when he was too afraid to ask them himself. xD

Joshabi- And so we meet again... fluff could be good and bad, because while it would help some understand things more, the more I explain the more serious it becomes and who wants that? However, I see your point. I'll try and add it when it fits, but I don't want to ruin the funny by over explaining things.

Mastadon-King- In the order you typed: Yes, they work together. Yes, orky mischief is best. LOLcats? Nuuuu! Le-Sigh, my sandwich skills are at skill level-

Malik: Novice...

0-o MALIK? Go back to Altair!

Lost guy on the lost planet- Thanks! Also, if your lost would you like a map? =P

CommissarFlare- ._. That sounds like an order for a Catchan 4th of July firework show AND BBQ!

GOOD GOD-EMPEROR MOST OF THIS CHAPTER IS AUTHORS NOTES! However with the rules explained that shouldn't happen again. Also one last thing. Todays my birthday so maybe I could get some extra reviews? :D