B-Bump

>rooken Spaceguard

Accept the help.

We're moving in, but more likely than not we have better things to do than MESS WITH BOXES.
Like getting a job. Or finding a way to get to your current job from your new place. You can't do that if you're still unpacking.

Okay, I'll start bumping with Viera pictures. I know how much /tg/ likes its grey-area xenos.

>>11986516 here
Also what comics do we have?
Gotta find out of we have shit taste in reading or not.

I'm confused. Is this set in modern era with random Viera chucked in, or are we in Ivalice Circa FF12/FFTA2?

>>11986516
>Accept the help.

The women exchange a few words between themselves for a moment, and two of them slink down the stairs towards you, while the other two disappear inside their own apartment. One of the pair, who is a full head and a half taller than you, folds her arms over her chest and looks you over. When she speaks, it is to no one in particular.

"All the hume boys around here as so small. I don't know what Laya sees in them. All right, boy, let's get these things in. It'll be night before you're done, at this rate."

Stooping down to pick up what you know to be an especially heavy box of assorted books and codices, the woman strains for a moment before returning to her full height, the box cradled against her hips. She seems to be having only a little better time with it than you would have. The other Viera chuckles and grabs a suitcase. You could probably grab the rest of your stuff as well, making this the last trip to and from your car, but the viera with the box seems to be having a bit of a tough time.

What do?

>>11986633
Assist with the box; we can make a quick run to grab whatever is left later.

>>11986567
>Examine BOX OF COMICS
The box contains the entire trade paperback collection of Bone, along with the collected works of Mike Mignola. Several singles of Sky Doll and King City are interspersed between the trades. A single volume of Empowered sits at the bottom of the box, a shameful relic of impulse.
>>11986611
This would be the present era.

>>11986633
Don't know a thing about these rabbit thingies. Would she be offended if we offered her to take the other, less heavy stuff?

Modern day it seems. You're carrying a box of comics, and OP mentions comics and cars.

So is this Mythicals, but with FF Ivalice creatures? I request a tsundere Bangaa.

>alcohol ingueena

>>11986633

Help her out, of course. It may take longer, but you're a nice guy.

>>11986633
Help 'er.

Also: is there anything about ourselves we need to know? Talents/Abilities and what-not.

>Assist PROUD VIERA

By the time you notice that the taller viera is struggling with her heavy burden, she's already made it halfway across the parking lot. You jaunt over, hurriedly taking up a portion of the large box. The woman shoots you a contemptuous glance from the other end, but you can tell she's having an easier time.

"I could have handled it. I'm not lazy like Fyna... You hear me?"

She barks over her shoulder at the mischevious-looking viera drawing up the rear, who is carrying your smallest suitcase, full of socks, belts, and toiletries. Fyna feigns deafness.

A short time later, everything is inside your apartment, and the three of you stand in the living room, cooling off. The place is already sparsely furnished; a COUCH occupies one half of the small living room, with an accompanying LOVESEAT. Your TELEVISION sits on the kitchen table, and your SUITCASES occupy the hallway. It seems further exploration will have to wait.

What do?

>>11986679
>A single volume of Empowered sits at the bottom of the box, a shameful relic of impulse.
make note to keep stupid shit like this at a minimum

>>11986776

Offer them a beer/dinner. They did help you out.

>>11986776
Thank them & let them know we're willing to return the favor if the need arises.

>>11986773
>Also: is there anything about ourselves we need to know? Talents/Abilities and what-not.
This WOULD be nice to know.

>>11986773
>Examine SELF

You are an average 20-something human male, having moved to this town only recently to finish attending college. You are currently in possession of a well-used CAR which gets you from place to place, but isn't much to look at. You are not singularly extraordinary, though you have been called WITTY by your friends on some occasions. Your physical condition is normal, and you are not prone to illness or injury. In short, you are average.

>>11986842
>tl;dr
So we're a block of average. That could make things a wee bit bothersome. WE MUST ACQUIRE SKILLS!

Now where'd my FF12 guide go? It could prove handy.

Offer to pay them back in favor, and perhaps make dinner/offer a drink.

I must go to bed, yet I am interested in how this will turn out. Can someone perhaps archive at the end of the thread?

>VieraQuest
>you are an average human male
>I am not a fucking Viera

BUUUUUUUULLSHIT

>>11986980
I will do so myself - if necessary - provided it turns out half-decently.

>I must apologize in advance, I don't do this very often, nor do I participate in many QUEST threads. Bare with me.

>>11986811
>>11986827
>Express THANKS, offer FOOD

The two women seem grateful, but are reluctant to accept your offer. The shorter one, Fyna, runs a hand through her boyishly short hair, smiling wryly. "We appreciate it, but Nieve probably has something waiting for us back at our place." The taller Viera seems bolstered by this, and ushers Fyna towards the door. "Right, right, we have to get back to the others. Anyways, it was nice to meet you, I'm sure we'll see you around, have a nice day, you know, the works." With that, the taller of the two exits the apartment, leaving Fyna on the landing. She sighs, looking somewhat apologetic.

"Don't let Elma fool you, she always puts on the high-and-mighty act around men. Why don't you come by after you get situated? I'm sure the girls would like to meet you-- even if they don't act like it."

With that, Fyna gives you a wink and a jaunty wave, and follows Elma back to the Vieras' apartment. You stand in the doorway, trying to take everything in. You have a feeling that things are going to get very interesting very quickly.

You make a mental note of your current inventory:
>CELL PHONE
>CAR KEYS with NOVELTY BOTTLE OPENER KEYCHAIN
>Four bottles of LIQUOR
>WELCOME PACK, which includes coupons and information about the apartment complex

This is, of course, not including your personal effects, which are still packed in their respective boxes and cases.

>>11987012
As long as this stays "Viera Happen Quest" and not "YOU ARE A MOTHERFUCKING VIERA Quest" then no, it won't.

>>11986926
I've got my FFXII guide cracked open right next to me. Fuck sleep, who needs it?

>>11987004
It seems to be a quest for viera, not by viera. I approve.

This thread is bad and you should feel bad.

Take your shitty fetish wankery to tgchan.

>>11987023
>CAR KEYS with NOVELTY BOTTLE OPENER KEYCHAIN
>Four bottles of LIQUOR
>WELCOME PACK, which includes coupons
It's settled. We shall use this to become a master bartender and impress our new neighbors with our mad skills.

Or we could show up later, as offered, and get to know all four of them.

Also, unpack and get situated. Living out of a bag is a shitty way to be.

>>11987068
Could have sworn I saw a LoliQuest on the front page as I was creating this thread. Must have just been my imagination.

>>11987023
Get ourselves situated.
>>11987031
Stop being so pessimistic, bro.
>>11987046
>Fuck sleep, who needs it?
Yeah. I've written it off, assuming this will go on for a bit.

This thread has potential.....
Begin unpacking!
Also, we might want to go buy condoms....
wait, whats the viera stance on birth control since they're all nature and stuff?

>>11987098
Ignore that one. There's always at least one faggot when a quest is just getting started. Just make it half-decent & enjoyable and you should be fine.

>>11987109
I think a better question is "What is their stance on humans, more specifically, human men?" We have to get to know'em before we can bone'em.

After all, they're our neighbors, not a random group of women at a bar. If we screw this up, we're in some deep shit.

>>11987098
It is just as shitty as this one.

>>11987068 is right. Take your shitty fetish quest to tgchan.

>>11987096
>UNPACKING MONTAGE

A couple hours pass and you have evacuated the bare necessities of life from their cardboard and canvas prisons; currently the only things left to be unpacked are some of your clothes and books. As you sit on the couch, resting your tired back, your stomach growls. Glancing over at the clock, you realize that it is now quite late, and you have no food in the house aside from bags of popcorn and some granola bars. You could order pizza using your WELCOME PACK, or you could take up Fyna's offer and visit the apartment above you. Or, you could go to sleep. You weigh the options for a moment.

>>11987141
"Laya"'s stance on humans seems to be pretty open if Elma was complaining about it.

>>11987098
>LoliQuest
>fetish quest
No.

>>11987141
I dont know man, as the prideful one said earlier, Layla sees something in human males. I thinks we have at least one chance at this rate.

>>11987155
Go to their apartment, hope Fyna answers. If not, say that Fyna mumbled something on her way out of your place, and you wanted to be sure what she said.

When Fyna comes, ask her if it's alright if you stayed over for the meal, and to get to know everyone.

If no, thank again for helping with your stuff, and order pizza.

If yes, get to know the ladies.

>>11987155
Might as well take her up on her offer.

The question now is: do we take some of the booze as a gift?

>>11987197

Also, say something about wanting to try viera cooking.

captcha: food imodef.

>>11987210
yes, take 2 bottles.

In racial stats terms.

What are Viera, mundane or magical creatures?

What do they get in terms of racial abilities?

Obviously they have a dex bonus but what else?

>>11987259
If I recall, they tend to be faster, taller, and more magically skilled than a human. Also, they tend to be REALLY OOOOLD.

So like elves. But with bunny ears and white hair.

And some have a 'thing,' as pointed out earlier, for human men.

Also gotten ask. How "out of place" are these viera? I mean, are they dressed like viera? Is this rare?

>>11987197
>>11987210
>>11987220
>>11987230
>Go to VIERAN APARTMENT

You decide, after some deliberation, that it would probably be rude of you NOT to take Fyna up on her offer. So far, the women on the floor above you are the first people you've met in this city, and you've certainly never met any Viera before. You almost head out empty-handed, but decide against it and make a grab for a couple bottles of booze that you stashed in the freezer. Cradling the chilly containers, you make quick work of the stairs and soon find yourself standing in front of the vierans' apartment. You knock twice, trying to remember everything you learned about the forest folk in diversification and culture classes.

The door opens, and one of the two you had not met previously stands in the dim light of the interior. The golden glow from what you guess is the living room gives her figure a soft candescense, and her deep auburn eyes sweep over your face slowly.

"Ah, you're the hume from earlier. Fyna said you might be coming by. Come in, please. Don't mind the mess, we're still sorting things out."

>>11987301
They should qualify as monstrous humanoids as well. It makes sense regarding the feats that they could use therein.

>>11987315
go into apartment and examine surronding.

>>11987315
Which one is this? The one that called out from the balcony? Or the remaining one?

>>11987259
Apologies. I usually tend to focus on worldbuilding, so leaping in like this is a bit of an experiment for me, but easier, I assume, on questers. Much of the world that is not immediately apparent will be influenced by those participating in the quest, but as for brass tacks, refer to >>11987301. Though I will state that these Viera are not particularly old.
>>11987311
Viera do occasionally settle among Humes, and for the moment we will go by the assumption that this is not wholly out of place, just rare. I'm still trying to decide if this is the normal world with Viera superimposed in, or Ivalice blended with present-day Earth.

>>11987361
so can we assume flying cars?

>>11987361
Well, whichever it is, just drop some hints when/if you decide.

>>11987361
>>11987374
>>11987382
Well my only question is....DO WE GET TO HAVE A MOOGLE AS A BRO?
Because Moogle make the best Bros.

>>11987422
Apartment manager, maybe?

>>11987361
The choice is basically between low magic and high magic.

>if low...
The Large Hadron Collider didn't destroy the world. It destroyed the barrier between worlds. Suddenly, creatures from parallel Earths appeared. After the initial freak out, people stopped caring as much because the bills had to be payed.

>if high magic...
Alchemists gave the finger to all the mages everywhere. They brewed drugs and fuels, and the world developed with that, but the mist was always nearby. Random encounters everywhere.

>>11987422
If we don't then we can rectify that later. Now is the time for befriending neighbors/building-mates.

>>11987434
>Random encounters everywhere.
Goddammit. Now I'll have to edit one of those Buzz an' Woody images...eventually.

>low magic
So it's basically like The Mist, but instead of unfathomable horrors, Earth was suddenly infested by hot-ass bunnygirls?

>>11987470
And the reaction of scientists everywhere can be summed up in one image.
everythingwentbetterthanexpected.jpg

>>11987345
>Examine APARTMENT

The Viera, who you now recognize as the one who called out to you as you were moving in, and who introduces herself as Laya, leads you down the hallway into the living room. You look around, noting that the apartment is very similar to yours, except that it is two stories. Downstairs consists of a KITCHEN which is adjoined to the LIVING ROOM. A COUCH identical to your own occupies a space near the window, though there is no LOVESEAT in sight. Leading off from the living room are two BEDROOMS, and off of the hall are the stairs leading up to the LOFT and two more BEDROOMS.

>Continued.

>>11987488
>Damn field too long; how do questmasters usually deal with this?!

The viera have already settled in quite nicely; you guess it is because they are not burdened by as many material possessions as a normal woman. In the middle of the living room sits a TREE EFFIGY, from which several PAPER TALISMANS are hung. the other three Viera are sitting at the couch. Fyna smiles and rises as you walk in, though Elma looks annoyed. The final Viera does not look up or respond, but instead remains fixated on the effigy. You assume this is Nieve.

Laya is all smiles as she busies herself in the kitchen, gracefully striding around the somewhat small space. Fyna motions for you to sit, offering a cozy-looking mat produced from a corner of the room. She smiles as you sit, and Laya takes a seat on a mat opposite yours.

"So, I don't think we've all been introduced. I'm Fyna, this is Elma," Elma nods curtly in your direction, "You've met Laya, and the quiet one over here is Nieve."

Without removing her gaze from the effigy, Nieve softly interjects. "I apologize, but I am not yet done procuring the blessings of the Wood."

Laya and Fyna look somewhat embarrassed, but Elma's stony disposition deepens.

It is then that Laya notices the bottles you're still holding. "Oh! Did you want to put those in the kitchen? I'm sorry, but it's still a bit of a whirlwind in here..." You think for a moment. Alcohol has a way of smoothing first meetings, but Nieve seems to be wrapped up in an almost ritualistic conversation with a guardian deity of some kind.

>>11987479
When the aliens look like this, hell yes.

Although I'd still rather have "You Is A Vieras, What Do?" Quest instead of "HOW DO I BONED BUNNYGIRLS"

>>11987498
I think the post buffer limit for 4chan is like 2000 characters.

CYOAs are much easier on other chans.

>>11987498
Mental Note - Rank Ultra Violet
****
Never, EVER, fuck with the tree thing. It will only bring great pain and ass whuppings to ourselves.

>>11987500
>don't want to do the girl, want to be the girl

Never change, /tg/.

>>11987498
Three paragraphs of four sentences is my usual limit when posting. I usually end up below the limit, but that is preferable to being cut off.

If you plan on making a large post, type it out on a regular word processor (Word, OpenOffice because auto save will save the life of your computer).

>>11987500
Hopefully, OP has a plot, or at least plot hooks, for us to follow this quest.

>>11987513
4chan's immediate response: JIZZ ON THE TREE

>>11987523
Personally, "generic trying to have sex with people quest" isn't half as interesting as "the modern world from a Viera perspective" or even "YOU IS A CARNIVEROUS BUNNYGIRL, GO HUNT STUFF"

>>11987498
Sure, nothing wrong with waiting.. Let 'em know we brought 'em as a gift to say Hello.

Elma - tsundere
Fyna - snarky tomboy
Laya - the slut
Nieve - the quiet/crazy one

???

>>11987542
>>11987500
Hopefully OP will be intelligent enough to not force it if the majority wants to go a different direction.

>>11987543
second

>>11987566
If by "majority" you mean "me and me alone" then yeah. I think everybody else seems fine with Generic Banging Quest.

>>11987543
third

I suggest we say that we were hoping to share this delicious beverage, as in our culture we usually drink a pint or 2 for accomplishing lots of work. Also mention that this can wait until Nieve finished her procuration of wood blessings.

>>11987543
>Deposit BOOZE in FREEZER

You quietly excuse yourself and slip into the kitchen, taking note that the atmosphere remains quiet, almost tense. It seems you interrupted a ritual of some kind, or that Nieve is particularly religious and the others are disquieted by this in the presence of strangers. Depositing your liquor in the freezer, you return to the living room, sidling back into a sitting position as quietly as you can. From what you can see all four of the women have assumed the same quiet, serious expressions as Nieve, as though they were listening to a frequency unknown to you. After a few moments of silence, they open their eyes. Immediately, Fyna yawns, stretches, and excuses herself for the moment, while Laya returns to the kitchen, resuming her work of assigning pots and pans to their respective cabinets. Elma stalks off without a word, leaving you alone in the room with Nieve, who has not budged an inch. You consider starting a conversation; of the four, she seems to be the most reserved, typical of what you'd expect from a Viera. Of course, you could always assist Laya in the kitchen, or take the much riskier option of exploring the apartment on your own under some false pretense...

>>11987648
Pretense!

>>11987648
EXPLORE
Pretence: URINATION

Start conversation with quite one.
THEY"RE ALWAYS THE WILDEST ONES.
>Captcha:Profit Whishoat
not sure if captcha agrees, or is telling us what viera eat.....(bunnies eat oats right? or am i thinking of horses?)

>>11987677
Bunnies eat everything from grass to vegetables.

Bunnies LOOOOOOVE radishes.

>>11987677
Rabbits eat grass, small flowers, and the dreams of innocent children.

>>11987694
radishes make your breath smell like rotting flesh.

>>11987648
Try asking Nieve about the effigy. BE POLITE & RESPECTFUL FOR FUCK'S SAKE. We don't need castrating and it's just stupid to needlessly make enemies of neighbors.

>>11987708
That's why they're always eating parsley and mint leaves. To get rid of the horrible halitosis.

>>11987711

Seconding.

There's not nearly enough Viera fanart

>>11987735
Agree.

>>11987666
>>11987673
>Level 17 Exploration Tech: WHERE'S THE BATHROOM?!

You are seized by a sudden urge to explore the dimly-lit interior of the apartment. It seems the girls are all occupied at the moment (Though you can't really tell with Nieve) so you politely excuse yourself and make for the stairs. Laya doesn't seem to notice.

You hear movement upstairs; it appears that Elma and Fyna are in their rooms. You guess that the general floorplan of the apartment is the same as yours, which would place a bathroom between the two rooms. As you slowly ascend the dark staircase, you hear a door open and shut above you. Someone is making their way across the loft and towards the stairs. Do you continue on, feigning ignorance, or pull a 180 and ask to use the toilet?

Current count is...
Explore under pretense: 2
Converse with Nieve: 3

>>11987743
Press on.

Just roll with it man...roll with it.

>>11987743

ask
it seems impolite to just go find the bathroom without asking

>>11987771
seconded

>>11987743
Ask before we fuck up. Which sounds like a good idea, but when you think of the chances.

1/3 chance of entering Elma's room.
1/3 chance of entering Fayna's room
1/3 chance of getting the bathroom

And there is no 100% way of telling that Fayna is down with you running into her room randomly.
So we're looking at, hopefully, a 1.5/3, or rather, 1/2 chance of GOOD JORB

and a 1/2 chance of GET THE FUCK OUT

>>11987779

And it seems somewhat ANTISOCIAL or something to hide around in someones apartment, after meeting them, for the sake of avoiding conversation.

>>11987771
>>11987779
Yeah. Might as well do some preemptive damage control.

I still say we talk to Nieve about the tree effigy.

find elma amd strike conversation

sweet , sweet, tsundere.....

>>11987788
We can't go wrong: There's someone up there we can ask.

>>11987804
More like sweet sweet ass kickings.

She's more likely the most physical one out of the four, and since we're Joe Normal, King of Average, she'll most likely crush us like an insect.

Since when does conversing like a human instantly turn into physical confrontation? It is a quest after all, but still.

>>11987815
She needed help carrying a box.

>>11987746
Dammit, I really should wait longer between posts.

>Pull a 180
Discretion, as they say, is the better part of valor, and you quickly decide that any misunderstandings at this point could be permanently damaging to your reputation. You walk back into the living room, noticing that Nieve has now occupied herself with a rather old-looking paperback novel. From the shade of rose on the cover, you guess it's a romance; you probably wouldn't have pegged her as the type. Neive looks up as you return, regarding you with no small bit of indifference.

"Oh, I apologize. I understand that you are newly arrived in this place as well. Normally the others are more active, but as you no doubt understand, today has been... taxing."

Laya returns from her duties in the kitchen, carrying a plate of what look like small biscuits. They smell like a strange mix of citrus and walnuts, and their texture is somewhat dry. Laya offers you one, and she and Nieve both partake as well. You consider that this could be a good time to offer your welcome gift; after all, what goes better with snacks than booze?

>>11987826
Lack of sheer physical strength does NOT mean lack of ability to break someone's spine in seventeen different places.

>>11987823
Indeed it is a quest.
WHERE ARE THE EXPLOSIONS OP? IT CAN'T BE A QUEST WITHOUT EXPLOSIONS.
I vote Joe Normal's apartment catches fire.

>>11987832
Isn't there some pissing you need to do?

>>11987832
Go for the beers.
Beware the frozen head.

>>11987832
Ugh. Biscuits and booze? No thanks! Ask about the damn tree. Make small talk but tease them aat every opportunity. Maintain a healthy air of being a confident, loveqble, yet slightly cheeky chap.

might want to ask if the others are going to join us

>>11987845
Yes, we can ask them to let us sleep on couch. Though this should probably happen either way down the line, or as a result of one of them causing the fire.(im sure we could think of something devious to cook up.
>>11987832
and didn't i say the quite ones are always the wildest? Anyways, lets eat some grub(but hope it doesn't kill us, not sure of biology on viera on what they can eat without dying(wait, can they drink alcohol safely?)

We must further investigate these women, as I assume it is our subconscious goal to sleep with as many of them as possible. To this end, talk about how they are the first people we have come to know in the city and we'd love to get to know them better. What do they do for a living, what do they do for fun, what do they spend perfect afternoons doing, casually bring up if they are single, and so forth.

Sleep with the sluttiest one, hopefully by this evening.

BTW, biscuits and booze? You're nuts.

>>11987877
Also, ask for some water if the biscuits are really THAT dry.

get everyone drunk and let the sexy-time begin

>>11987832
>Inquire about TREE EFFIGY

Nieve perks up almost instantly when you express your curiosity, her eyes dancing with a kind of sleepy fire.

"Oh, yes, of course, I know that most Humes don't know much about the Wood... I apologize. This effigy is a representative of the Green Word, the voice of the forest. All settlements outside of the Wood are centered around a tree similar to this one, representing ties to the place in which all Viera are born and live."

Nieve's fervent explanation of the intricacies of Vieran tradition are interrupted by Fyna and Elma noisily making their way down the stairs. Elma groans. "Oh, no. You got her going. Now all we're going to hear for the rest of the week is Green Word this and Green Word that... Leave it to an ignorant Hume." Noticing the crestfallen look on Nieve's face at this, Fyna plops down on the couch next to her, putting an arm around her shoulder. "Aw, don't be so hard on her. Her mother's a shaman, it's what they do. Don't act like you can't hear the Word just because we left, okay?"

Your eyes dart nervously between the four women as the tension returns to the apartment, seeming to lower the vaulted ceiling to a few inches above your head. Quickly, Laya produces the bottles of alcohol from the kitchen, along with five glasses.

"Now, now, let's not get into this again. We're supposed to be celebrating! Now... let's... uh...."

You notice that Laya has absolutely no idea how to work the complex mechanism that is a bottle of alcohol. Perhaps this is your chance to really make an impression on these women!

>>11987909
They aren't Mithra, they're not going to use you as breeding stock.

>OMG, GUYS, it's like you're REALLY GETTING LAID: the quest

0/10

>>11987921

I say we either:

A) Put our hands over hers as we walk her through the bottle opening process, casual contact.

OR

B) Bite off the bottle top, opening it with our pearly whites.

>>11987921
Present BOTTLE-OPENING DEVICE.
How is she holding 4 bottles of beer AND 5 glasses? She must have like 7 hands.

>>11987921
>complex mechanism that is a bottle of alcohol
getting this one to sleep with us maybe our first conquest.
Lets assist with our Bottle opener!
>Acces Items
>Select Key ring
>Select Bottle Opener
>Use

>>11987944
See previous comments.

Everyone else wants BANG THE BUNNYGIRLS Quest.
¯\(°_o)/¯

>>11987898
>Sleep with the sluttiest one, hopefully by this evening.
Naah maaan! Try sleep with the nicest one, then roll on down the chain to the slut. Should pull some tricks so that we can get some nice threesomes down the way...

whip out keys and proceed to impress

>>11987952
Five glasses, five fingers.

Four bottlenecks in one hand is tricky, but not unpossible.

>>11987968
I've done both. Latter ended up dropping one.
amazingly enough, it only cracked!stemenr all

>>11987949
Choose A!
Choose A!

I CHOOSE A!

>>11988000

This!

>>11987989
I once dropped two milk bottles and they didn't even crack. I was surprised.

But nothing beats the INDESTRUCTIBLE glass tumblers. Had those fuckers ten years and despite dropping them like a billion times, there's all of one small chip out of one of them.

>>11987949
a
>captcha: passion reseasts

>>11987952
>>11987955
>Present NOVELTY BOTTLE OPENER KEYRING

You make short work of the bottle opening and soon present the girls with basic cocktails. Soon enough you can feel the warmth of the alcohol spreading through you, and the atmosphere gradually shifts to a more amicable one. Fyna leans over to you, a wry grin on her face. "I was kinda hoping you'd let Laya wrestle with that thing for a little longer, but this is fine too." You shoot her a playfully disapproving look and resume conversations.

It is quickly becoming apparent, though, that you're far more susceptible to the effects of alcohol than your new friends. By the time you make it through half of both bottles, you are feeling quite tipsy, though the others do not seem to be so bad off. Elma seems almost elated by this turn of events.

"What's the matter? You can't hold your drink? I know women twice your age who can drink more than you can. Ha!"

Well, it seems the gauntlet has been thrown.

>>11988014
Focus man!! We're out to get a foursome with these bunnygirls and you're talking about TUMBLERS?

We should probably take care of our limits. Wouldn't want to puke on their rug.

>>11988035

I think the gauntlet thrown was a three round match of DrinkyWrestle with stripping penalties thrown in.

>>11988040
If the only purpose of this thread is Viera sex, you could just go download a few FFXII doujins instead.

>>11988040
Technically it would be a fivesome. Almost the vaunted Double Hat Trick.

CHUG A-LUG BITCH ITS GO TIME

>>11988000
>>11988009
>>11988011
>>11988022

OP, you are too fast thinking and creative.

>>11988035
CHALLENGE ACCEPTED
we're gonna lose, but hell, maybe they'll do strange things to us while we sleep?

>>11988035
Well...how tolerant ARE we? We should know after all.

>>11988035
Say (with smile) : "And I know women half your age who are less chopsy! (i.e. rude/cheeky)"
Proceed to laugh off her retorts for the rest of the night.
However, straight after replying to her, say something to the whole group like: "Screw it, I'm having a good time, aren't you girls? (Wink wink). If she wants me to get smashed then lets all play some drinking games, hmm?(smile)"

>>11988066
>Assess CURRENT DRUNKENNESS LEVELS
On a scale of one to ten, one being having an Irish Coffee with breakfast and ten being that time you were in Holland and took shots of Everclear until you claimed to be immortal, you're about at a four. You're tipsy enough to start to slur your speech, but not drunk enough to lose control of your higher thought processes.

The girls are all at a two, with the exception of Elma who seems to be hovering just below a three.

>>11988096
Why isn't any self-respecting Main Character using the good old "sip-and-slurp" technique?

Or go with a "well your just not trying hard enough" and get them to drink moar.

>>11988096
Race her to finish the next glass.

>>11988096
fuck yeah lets do it we can beat her

>>11988096
>that time you were in Holland and took shots of Everclear until you claimed to be immortal
We're going to do it right this time and drink until we actually BECOME immortal.

Unless that's somehow a bad idea.

>>11988096
>took shots of Everclear until you claimed to be immortal
Shiiiiiiiiiit. I've done that before. After a night of me being all confused & worried that I'd lost my sword we decided that we weren't going to drink while watching Highlander ever again.

>>11988105
This. AND START USING IT NOW GODDOMMOT!

>>11988121

please when is the last time a main character died of alcohol.

and the worst thing that happens is we make a minor fool of our self, nothing a few weeks won't fix

>>11988095 here...
Say this:
>11988111
...its much better!

>>11988112
>>11988114
>It's on like Donkey Kong.

Perhaps it's the booze talking, but you're feeling rather confident. You raise your glass, and shoot Elma a defiant look.

"Well, little bunny, how about we race to the bottom of the bottle?"

Elma is incensed, to say the least, but she seems impressed by your bravado. As the other three look on (occasionally sneaking drinks when they are able to), you and Elma make easy prey of one of the bottles. Elma is still holding her own, having become just a bit tipsy, while you are starting to think that this has not been so good of an idea. You blink slowly, and Elma crows in victory.

"HA! I'm a hunter, little Hume! You're not beating me any time soon!!"

Without anyone noticing, Nieve has slipped into her room and returned with a tall, stout jar made of dark earthenware. Sidling up so that she is between you and your opponent, she wordlessly sets the jug on the table at which you are all sitting. You think for a moment that you see a flicker of doubt pass Elma's eyes as she recognizes the vessel.

Nieve pipes up, her voice full of quiet challenge. "If we are going to drink, perhaps we should move on to something a little less... pedestrian?" Fyna and Laya seem downright tickled by the proposition, and you're almost drunk enough to forget to wonder what's in the jug. You don't want to seem like a pansy and back down in front of someone who could probably kick your ass if it came to it, though. Do you stick to your guns, or do you come to your senses and take it easy?

No thanks, I'm more a Mithra-man myself.

Captcha: snowy-bosomed raniket

Wtf?

Back down, man

>>11988195
We're sloshed. We can do it. What's the worst that can happen? We have two livers for a reason.

>>11988195
WE CANT GO BACK NOW

PICK THAT MOTHERFUCKER UP AND CHUG THE ENTIRE THING

>>11988195
>your choices are either BE A PANSY or GET SMASHED AND DIE
Stupid choice.

>>11988203
That is the most hilarious captcha ever.

>>11988225
>>11988223
>WE MUST GET DRUNK AND PASS OUT IMMEDIATELY

Seriously, what the fuck are you lot thinking? If you're really trying to get four gorgeous bunnygirls in bed, you want to be getting THEM drunk, not yourself.

Alcohol is a weapon. Stop pointing it at yourself.

"Being a hume, I may have to pass on this one. If your barely feeling anything by now, and this is what you call heavy, I'd rather keep my liver. But by all means go ahead."

Or something.

>>11988195

The worst that could happen is we puke all over our new neighbors and alienate them forever. The middle ground is we become so blitzed we either need one of them to help us back to our place or we sleep on our couch. The best is we win and flout our superior constitution (not the governmental type, obviously).

Do it.

>>11988195
Ask if it will kill you.
Don't wait for the answer.

>just jump in headfirst

You are all idiots. Enjoy your bad end.

>>11988195
Ask wtf it is, then try a bit, then drink more / less accordingly. Better having 4 drunk and horny bunnies than 1 guy controlled by neckbeards.

>>11988223
here

Changing my vote to: decline due to inferior human biology.

We are supposed to be clever. Let's act like it.

Agree to the stronger drink and nurse it along while the others get plastered.

Also, it depends on what it is. Who knows, maybe they get shitfaced on orange juice and that's what's in the jug. Let's see what it is.

>>11988242
>>11988247
>>11988270
DO THIS!!!!!!!!

>>11988275
Fuck that.

Even if it is completely futile, we must proceed with the challange. If possible, some treachery may aid us. But the challange must be pursued till its end.

Well, we need to play off asking what it is so that it doesn't sound like we wanna chicken out, I don't think "chugging dis bitch" sounds very clever, remember, we want to impress all 4 of them, possibly at once.

>>11988292

Seconded. We need to put on our thinking caps if we want a fivesome.

>>11988294
>>11988303
Truth.

>>11988303
But there are no moss-covered dragon-things for us to cover in oil before using Fire on!

>Stare DEATH in the face. Laugh.

You pound your fist on the table as the first of the oily green liquid makes it down your throat. The smell alone was enough to snap you out of your stupor, but the taste makes you wonder just what the hell you just drank. The taste is... more of a sensation, actually. You can FEEL what your taste buds would normally interpret as spicy, or sweet, or effervescent. You lock eyes with Nieve, who cocks an eyebrow at you. Elma seems to be having some difficulty, as well. Fyna is laughing quietly into her drink, and Laya is fanning herself and taking sips of the mystery fluid. You manage to croak out a few words.

"What... what the hell is this stuff?!"

Nieve seems nonplussed by your apparently exteme reaction. "It's Mistwyne. We brew it every year for a festival honoring the Elder Wyrm, it takes four moons for the distilling process to--"

"ALL RIGHT ALREADY! Let's have another round!" Elma practically roars at Nieve, who complies with mild annoyance. Raising the glass to her lips, Elma levels a smoldering glare at you. You likewise hold up your glass, feeling somewhat less sure of yourself. This could make or break you. And the name of this brew... something seems familiar about it.

>>11988303
>>11988270
well hold on, I don't think trying to get to bed with one of them the fastest is the game we should be playing fast and loose on, slow it down to a week or something. If nothing happens by a week, then we have failed.

>>11988250
I think I like flouting our superior constitution.

The governmental kind.

>>11988343
Keep chugging.
Die of alcohol poisoning.

Because it's TOO LATE TO BACK OUT NOW RITE GUYAS

>>11988331
Wow, what the hell, are you me from the future? Get outta my head!

Elder Wyrm was a punk. Fuck Sporefall.

>>11988343
oh shit guys, elma is in the fucking bag, I don't think sleeping with her tonight would get us a lot of brownie points with the rest of them though.

The worst part about LOL BANG CHICKS QUEST xD threads is how many people seem genuinely entertained by pretending they're REALLY FLIRTING WITH A HOT GIRL.

>>11988370
This. Concentrate on Nieve. Quiet any of Elmas rowdiness with cheeky "hush now missy" behaviour.

LETS FUCKIN' DO THIS

>>11988384

Actually, I was sort of hoping it might turn into a fapfic sort of thing.

>>11988369
>Wow, what the hell, are you me from the future?
Maybe...
>Get outta my head!
I'm afraid I can't do that, David.
>Elder Wyrm was a punk. Fuck Sporefall.
Word.

>gentleman stonings
Wow, captcha. I'll have to put this in my next campaign.

>>11988384
Actually, the worst bit is how people are doing such a terrible job at it. Seriously. The first thing you do NOT do in this situation is let yourself get smashed.

>>11988384
except, you know, this is not how a typical encounter with 4 women would work. I recognize this isn't realistic, you should recognize that too, so fuck off unless you got something to contribute.

>>11988388
Please leave /tg/. We more than meet our Pathetic Loser quota for the month.

>>11988400

What's the worst that could happen? Losing any semblance of intelligence and having difficulty getting an erection?

>>11988343

NO TURNING BACK, OUR HONOR DEMANDS IT!

>>11988407
no

OP, I think that someone should do a follow up to this where we are at a bar with some rowdy bangaa. I'm saying a whole new quest, not drag the 4 bunnies to a bar

>>11988406
>except, you know, this is not how a typical encounter with 4 women would work.
Of course it isn't.
Lonely Misogynist Awkward Nerd Quest wouldn't be nearly so popullar as Awesome Guy About To Band Hotties Quest.

>>11988385
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>>11988385

rolled 37 = 37

i suggest slowing down abit before we vomit in their appartment and then they all hate us forever

>>11988449
I beg to differ, but like I said, piss off unless you got something to contribute. seriously, if you don't like this thread, hide it, but don't expect to change any opinions around here.

>>11988385
Might as well go with this.

And ease up on the puke juice.

>Go down the Rabbit Hole... no pun intended. At all.

As you bolt down another glass of the Mistwyne, you are surprised to discover that you actually feel... less drunk. Sure, you're not in any condition to drive anywhere, but you're not even feeling queasy, even though the taste of this stuff isn't something you particularly enjoy. Elma seems somewhat worse for wear, though; it seems the combination of modern liquor and ancient Vieran brewing methods is not something to be trifled with. The viera's glass meets the table with a few CC's of the stuff sloshing around in it, while you tip yours upside down, the universal gesture of "I'm the Boss."

Fyna is beside herself, great peals of laughter ringing across the room. Nieve seems impressed, and Laya has quietly passed out sitting up, looking somewhat like a drunken Bhudda. You can tell it's taking Elma all of her willpower just to keep from flipping the table and strangling you on the spot.

Nieve places a hand on your shoulder, and you register mild concern in her voice. "How do you feel? It's not often that Mistwyne even leaves a village, let alone gets consumed by a Hume."

You assess your drunkenness for a moment; everything seems to be all right. There's a faint humming in the back of your head, but you guess it's probably just normal drunkenness. Nothing strange about this at all.

Of course, now it's up to you to be a good sport about it. It would probably be boastful of you to finish Elma's glass, but then again it might just be cocky and flirtatious enough for you to win some points. You take a deep, drunken breath, noting the tingling sensation in your nostrils as you do so. You decide that Mistwyne is somewhere between absinthe and yerba mate-- maybe it's not so bad, after all.

>>11988362

Take another shot and start talking up the Bill of Rights.

>>11988494
...and then you black out right?

>>11988515
this, it almost seems too good to be true.

anyway, I don't think finishing elma's glass would be a very healthy venture, I mean, she looks pissed, and it was never indicated whether or not being bested by a man sends her head over heals mad for him(read: crazy about him, not angry). Like I've said 3 times now, slow the fuck down, this isn't a race.

>>11988494

We can't tip our hand that Mistwyne makes us less drunk. Say that we feel a bit tipsy but we can keep going if they can.

The danger here is they all become sloppy drunk and we take on the role of babysitter for four vomiting bunnygirls. We need to play a drinking game, obviously, a fun one. Preferably one with some sexual tension built in.

I for one nominate "Sexual Zoo." How to play, courtesy of the interwebs:

" This game is very similar to "Fuck You" or "Zoo". Each person needs beer or some sort of liquor of their own to drink. The players sit in a circle, and they each choose either a sexual motion or sexual noise. A consensus should be reached with the group whether noises or motions will be used.
The first player slaps their thighs twice and claps twice, while reciting, "One, two, sexual zoo". They then clap twice and show their motion or make their noise, then they clap twice again and show another player's motion or make their noise. That player then repeats their motion or noise and performs another player's motion or noise. If a player forgets their noise or motion, gets out of rhythm, or performs a noise or motion incorrectly, they must drink. The game goes until someone pukes or every is too damn horny."

>>11988494
"Other than the humming I'm pretty good, actually. I'm not driving anywhere any time soon, of course, but otherwise I'm okay. This is good stuff. Thanks for your concern."

>>11988538

ONE, TWO, SEXUAL ZOO!

>>11988538
I was with you until you got to the game, someone is bound to hate it, and while these girls seem drastically different from each other, they can agree on shit like " well this guy is a pig."

>>11988538

this is a good idea except don't say sex or zoo. go with repeat or something

>>11988500
I'd finish the rest, but focus more on the Amendments. Ladies like to know that you've matured over time.

another thing, while they are more than tipsy, they should have some incling that you are sobered up, so unless they know somthing about how this drink affects humans that you don't, they are more than aware that you are fine.

>>11988572

True, but you've got to start at the beginning of your story, you know.

Let us assume a Washingtonian pose (seen here >>11988362) and recite the preamble in epic fashion.

Let's just play some damned Quarters. Sexual Zoo is too high tier for new acquaintances, at least until they get more drunk/horny.

>>11988549
>"Other than the humming I'm pretty good, actually."

Maybe you're more drunk than you thought, but you could swear that for a second Nieve's eyes go wide. This is, of course, quickly overshadowed by Elma practically leaping at you over the table. "Why you little-- You're STILL GOOD?! And here you had me thinking that this was going to be an early night," For the first time you see her smile at you. It is not a kind smile, or an understanding smile, but a scheming, evil, manipulative smile. She stands, wobbling more than just a bit and making for one of the side rooms. "I'll be right back. Don't you go anywhere, little Hume. I'll be right... back."

You take this as a sign of reprieve, at least for the moment. You hop up as quickly as your body will allow and slowly down a few glasses of water, rubbing your temples. The humming hasn't subsided; in fact, it's taken on a bit of a musical quality. You glance at Nieve, who is watching you intently. Fyna has slung Laya over her sholder, and is lurching towards the stairs. "I'm gonna put the princess to bed. Don't do anything stupid till I get back, OK?"

You nod politely and wave to a barely-conscious Laya. It seems the stupidity has only just begun.

>>11988627
>gonna go put the princess to bed

I'LL HELP

>>11988627

perhaps, we are not so average if we consider nieve's reaction.

>>11988627
THAT DRINK WAS BAD FUCKING MOJO, AND WE WARNED YOU GUYS, BUT DID YOU LISTEN? FUCK NO.

We have to oblige elma now, and it looks like the shit shes gonna bring will probably have a nasty side effect too.

WE ARE IN A CORNER DAMN IT

>>11988637

I give up. 'Night people.

>>11988627
If Elma comes back with a whip or wearing any black leather, then run. Like. Hell.

>captcha: $887 pact. WTF?

>>11988627
Ask Nieve what is up with the alchomohol.
And pray to whatever gods might be listening that Elma doesn't return wearing a studded dildo.

>>11988627
Just gonna call it right now: we can hear the Green Word.

>>11988627
Return to our seat, humming along with it quietly.

>>11988627
STOP HER! HE WHO CONTROLS THE SPICE CONTROLS THE UNIVERSE!

>>11988653
>>11988655
guys really? if anything its probably some viera food or something that just knocks anything off its ass

>>11988627

We are along with Nieve and should therefore take this opportunity to get to know her, or at least score some points.

Throw on our most winning smile and look at her as we fill up another glass. "How're you doing over there, Nieve? You're awful quiet."

>>11988645
>>11988653
>>11988655
I gotta say, it's really amusing reading these reactions. Maybe she's just doing the same thing we're doing? Splashing some water on her face and all that? No way man, she's totally gonna sodomize us.

Gonna get somethin' to drink, I'll be back in a sec.

>>11988657
If it gets louder & acquires a beat we HAVE to dance to it!

>>11988682
Oh he'll totally sodomize us when he gets back.

>conies self-destructing
Indeed captcha, indeed.

>>11988681
this, and since she is so intent on tooting her horn about viera culture, try to slip in a question about the drink we just had, so that we at least get an idea of what it does.

>>11988702
>tooting her horn

HONK HONK

>>11988682
55 here. I can't speak for 45 or 53, but I was being slightly sarcastic. I do that. Sometimes.

>>11988657
>>11988691
THIRDED.

FEEL THE RHYTHM! FEEL THE BEAT!

>>11988734
alright, how bout this then, we non chalantly and as casually as possible find out what that drink does from nieve. Try to play it off like it barely has an effect on you. then if elma comes back with something nasty, don't wear your emotions, man the fuck up and take it, this bitch will be the hardest to crack based on how volatile she is.

>>11988681
>>11988702
>Talk to Nieve

Resuming your seat at the table, you cast a sidelong glance at Nieve, who is eying the jug of Mistwyne thoughtfully. You are about to ask her just what is up with the foul concoction when she speaks, almost to no one:

"You know, I wasn't supposed to bring this with me. After I failed the Salve-Making, I thought I'd just start over somewhere else, maybe learn about something other than culture and tradition... I wasn't thinking."

She looks up at you, her eyes wide and searching. Something seems to be troubling her, but unfortunately you don't have time to think about it because Elma comes bursting back onto the scene, apparently revitalized by her time in the bathroom. She has in one hand a small pouch, which jingles merrily as she sits cross-legged across from you. Grinning once again, she empties the contents of the pouch onto the table: two shiny gil pieces.

"All right! I know Humes love games, so I propose this: You and I both know that we're at our breaking points. How about a game of chance? We'll flip one of these," Elma shows you one of the coins, which is emblazoned with a stylized star and a crescent moon, "And whoever calls it right doesn't have to drink. Fair, right?"

You assume that it probably isn't, but this is no time to be a coward. You look again at Nieve, who seems to be almost invisibly shaking her head, and rub the bridge of your nose. Elma isn't backing down, and the other two are nowhere in sight. This is it. The final battle.

>Of course, it's not really the final battle. I just like building suspense.

>>11988777

agree, but only if we win we get sexin's

>>11988777
Turn to Nieve & tell her that we'll be sure to continue listening once we beat Elma.

We should inspect the coins as well, to make sure they're both legit.

>>11988777
That is probably the lamest way to get out of a drinking game, EVAR.

>recavers not
Indeed, Captcha. Indeed.

>>11988777
bitch is cheating but calling her out on it is not a good idea, I say staving off the next few drinks might get her to back off.

Nieve clearly meant this drink to incapacitate humes to be slaves, so this shit should do something fierce.

>>11988777

We made it this far lets try our luck calling star. bunnies can have the moon

>>11988777

"I like your style, Elma. But let's raise the stakes. I win, you acknowledge the superiority of my Constitution and specifically its author Mr Thomas Jefferson. You win, I acknowledge that a parliamentary system of government has its merits and I will toast the health of your King."

Alternatively, we can select other rewards/consequences. Just stuck on the Constitution.

>>11988809
yeah seriously we don't even know if we are in america

>>11988809
I like the cut of your jib, good sir.

>>11988777
"Nieve flips, I call first."

>>11988809

I like the idea of raising the stakes. Let's make it Drink and Strip, but first we get two random coins from the neutral third party, Nieve.

"I like your style, Elma, but let's raise the stakes. You drink, you remove one article of clothing. Simple. First one to get totally naked loses, first one to puke loses. And in the interest of fairness, let's use neutral coins. Nieve, do you have two gil on you?"

>>11988818
There are CCs in those glasses.

Unless it's crowd control, then we must be referring to cubic centimeters.

>>11988836
no, what, you would be broadcasting exactly what you want by forcing the loser to strip and elma probably wants none of that shit. Nieve should definitely be involved in this but I think she should flip the coins. maybe contact with them will affect the chances for it to land on a desired side. If anything nieve is rooting for you, so using her to flip elma's coins would guarantee victory

>>11988777

She brought two coins. Offer to play MAtches and Misses, where we each flip a coin, and take turns calling match or miss. Even if the coins are rigged, we'll notice a pattern soon enough and play her game against her.

>>11988807
>Slave
>Salve
That's not a typo, broski.

>>11988845
this could be ivalice, and it just so happens to use that system.

>>11988867
oh shit sorry, didn't notice that

>>11988809
I like this. Just one thing though, it's Madison. James Madison was the main author of the Constitution.

>>11988872

Jefferson here. Madison is small time.

>>11988882
You mean CASUAL?

>quotiong Nicholson

>>11988795
>>11988803
>>11988808
>>11988809
>Test your LUCK. But first, examine COINS.

"All right Elma, we'll play. Loser has to polish off one last glass of this. But first, let me see those coins. I'd like to have Nieve choose which one we use. That's fair, right?"

Begrudgingly, Elma complies. Nieve, looking somewhat disturbed by the whole venture, examines the coins, and gives one of them back to you. You balance it on your thumb before steadying your gaze at Elma. "Now you're sure you want to go through with this? I'm fine with just calling it even."

Elma scowls. "You know, I'm so sure I want to go through with this that I'd like to raise the stakes." The sheer venom accompanying the words "raise the stakes" jars you so much that you almost drop the coin. "If you win - which you won't - I'll enter into a Guildpact with you."

Intrigued, you cock an eyebrow. "Go on..." Nieve raises a palm to her face.

"Look, if you win I'll basically be your subordinate for as long as you honor the pact. It's all very cut-and-dry. Now are we gonna do this or are you just a Cluckatrice?"

You extend your right hand, which puzzles Elma for a moment. "Shake on it?" The Viera takes your hand in her own, cementing the agreement. Without another word, you flick the coin up in the air and call "Star."

At this point, there's little to do. You could do something crazy like snatch the coin out of the air and end this, or sit back and let Fate take its course.

/tg/ - Politics and Erotic Roleplay

>>11988892
You say that like it's a bad thing.

>>11988890
Let it bounce. It's more dramatic that way.

Spirit Dragon! This is my hour of NEED!

>>11988901
Mmm, nothing says gravitas like a single heavy coin slamming down on a nice, thick piece of plate glass or granite.

>>11988890

Let fate take its course.

>>11988892

imagine erotic political roleplay
>>11988890

let fate take its course

>>11988890
>Look, if you win I'll basically be your subordinate for as long as you honor the pact.
>honor the pact.
sounds like a huge hang up to me, but not much that can be done now.

how hard did the protag flip the coin? will it likely bounce off the table or something if it lands? I mean, will it shoot off in a diffrent direction?

>>11988914
Coins don't do that. Ever. They bounce back up and spin in the opposite direction.

>>11988913
I'm imagining a bilateral lowering of tariffs as a show of good faith.

Oooooooh, like thaaaaaat.

Let the coin fall where it may.

>>11988914
I should probably have written that as "Acknowledge" instead of "honor." Basically she's saying she'll be your slave for life, except with rights and personal liberties and whatnot.

>>11988927
yeah, that didn't really change anything.

whatever, its gonna bounce, so let it.

Wait. Pray to Xom!

>>11988927
Hot.

So, how short-staffed is my acid mine? Because I've been looking for a labor solution like this for some time.

>>11988927

Sweet.

"Your first order of duty is to take your drunk master to bed and tuck him in with a plate of Oreo cookies. Your second is to be up bright and early with the sun. My living room needs painting."

Let's get flipping, we've got a new apartment to decorate and an extra pair of hands would help tremendously.

As the coin lands cover it with your hand.
"If you wanted so badly to enter a guildpact under me you should do so while sober. I would want a subordinate that wanted to be under me, not one that was put there by outside circumstances. If I do win this I will only accept you under me for the next two days."
reveal the outcome.

captcha: issue59 vinquest

>>11988934

do it do it do it do it do it do it

>>11988949
YES bring on the divine intervention>>11988934

>>11988948
oh shit this DO THIS

>>11988948
I like this.

>>11988959

>>11988960
NO way we're too average to get this chance agian. No honor to be had here. Or we could ask XOM?

>>11988948

This is classy and I vote for it.

...but what if she wins?

>>11988964
fuck that everyone respects honor.

also, did no one bother to find out what would happen if she won?

>>11988973
Unpossible. Even if she did win, the viera are forbidden from owning things, so the worst thing we would have to endure is giving her baths.

Unimportant. late fate take its course.
Also Xom mind

>Let the coin fall.

All three of you trace the coin as it arcs up into the air and strikes the table, bouncing once, and again.... before rattling to a stop just beside the half-full glass of Mistwyne. Elma, Nieve, and yourself all peer at the coin... which shows the five-pointed star accompanied by a blazing golden Chocobo, the emblem of the Moogles. You sit back slowly, fighting the urge to look smug. Elma stares at the coin, too defeated to be furious. Nieve looks shaken but relieved.

"Well... fine. Guess I'll drink it, then. But don't get any funny ideas!" Taking a deep breath, Elma downs the concoction in one gulp, setting the glass down slowly as she swallows. You can practically trace the liquid as it slides down her throat.

All is quiet for a moment. Then, without warning, Elma leaps up and dashes into the bathroom. Sounds of vomiting soon follow. You and Nieve grimace as the sounds continue, followed by a weak groan. Seems Elma's out of action for the night. You send Nieve a look of equal parts relief, amusement, and gratitude, which she sheepishly returns. Now would be a good time to clean up after the festivities a bit, and perhaps get to know Nieve a little better. She did seem rather concerned about something earlier. The humming in your head hasn't receded much, but you hadn't quite noticed it with all the commotion.

>>11988964
It's not about honor. It's about not letting someone potentially dick over their life because they made a stupid, drunken wager.

>>11988977
I don't know, I think she would expect something of equal value to getting into a guildpact with a new neighbor

>>11988981

lets make sure Elma makes it to bed though first. don't want her choking in her sleep.

>>11988982
Servants of Xom have no neighbors, only playthings.

>>11988981
Continue the conversation from before & offer to help clean up.

Should probably ask if the humming is normal for the Mistwyne while we're at it.

>>11988981

We do the classy thing and check on Elma, make sure she's alright. While we will fiercely defend our system of government, we are gentlemen after all, and it is only proper to ensure her relative health. Also this has a chance to be a tender moment, which we should not pass.

Having taken care of Elma, let us return to the couch and sit with the only gal remaining and serenade her with our siren song, preferably with a pan flute.

>>11988948
Oh, man, that's too classy to ignore, I had started typing before you replied... I'll work that in somewhere. I have three hours until class.

>>11988988
this, then once shes good and well, we can just explain to her that the pact made is null and void unless she really wants to go through with it, because like anon said, she did this off a drunken wager, it should have been done with a clear mind and of ones free will.

i'm going to bed... archive plox? i really want to know how this turns out.
captcha: FLYFISHER'S brothel...
WTF?

tell the two that you will only accept the pact for two days.

clean up

ask what the tree sounds like

get elma to bed, with a wet washcloth and a bucket in case she needs to vomit again.

ask for further detail on the guildpact

>>11988994
here

This too >>11988988
While Nieve could probably do it herself it's only polite to offer to help.

>>11988989
Fuck Xom.

>>11988996
You could just bring up the two days thing tomorrow.
Also, ask Nieve what's up with the vuvuzelas.

OP if I could make a recommendation, get a userstyle or an extension that allows you to refresh the thread in real time, it sure as hell helps me.

>>11989008
There is a chance he may like it.

Thread archived and...huh. How'd that parenthesis get left off? Anyway: vote it up if you want it to stay.

>>11988995
>Check on DRUNKEN ELMA.
As you and Nieve straighten things up in the living room and kitchen, you pop into the bathroom, being careful not to glimpse any more than you absolutely have to of one of the girls' rooms -- privacy and all that. Elma sits in the classic "screaming to the porcelain gods" position, which you cannot help but notice would be incredibly attractive, were she not vomiting and hugging a toilet. Thinking quickly, you soak a nearby washcloth and hold it to her forehead in a gesture of goodwill. Elma regards you with slightly less ferocity now that she is significantly less drunk.

"Uuurgh... Sorry I acted like... such a bitch. Always -- rhurrhk -- sucks to move in to a new plasche, y'know? I'll make... make good on our... bet." With that phenomenal amount of effort, Elma slumps to the ground, empty but no less worse for wear. You hesitate only a moment before stooping to pick up the passed out Viera. Her height makes it slightly difficult, but you manage to hobble over to her bed (at least, you think it's her bed, not that it makes much of a difference) and deposit her in it as gently as possible, the washcloth keeping her forehead cool. She seems to be done throwing up, at least. You watch her sleeping for a moment -- just to make sure she's okay, of course -- before heading back to the living room. Nieve is sitting in front of the Tree Effigy, silently mouthing what you assume to be a prayer. She looks up as you enter the room, brushing a strand of silver out of her face absentmindedly. She has tied her long hair into a tight bun, making her look incredibly mature. You sit next to her and she focuses on her feet, fidgeting a bit. "Sorry, it's a habit. I can't ignore the Green Word as easily as the others can."

You consider resuming your previous conversation, or delving into Nieve herself. You also consider several less scrupulous options, but those don't seem to be very smart right now.

What does the green word say?

>>11989058
continue the conversation, but find some way to change the topic to be more personal.

>>11989058
Inquire as to the nature of the BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.

>>11989067
check on drunken elma

>>11989069

Agreed.

"Tell us about the Green Word" transition to "Tell us about this buzzing" transition to "so... tell me about yourself."

>>11989058
>previous conversation
This and then...
>Nieve herself
This.

>>11989067
>>11989069
>Ask about Mistwyne and the Green Word.

Nieve seems somewhat ashamed that you've made the connection, and resumes fidgeting. "Yes, the two are connected. Mistwyne is used by shamans and summoners to interact more easily with the Mist, allowing them to convese with the Wood more effectively. It's often used to enter a trance state during summoning and purification rituals, as well. I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking, like I said I shouldn't have even brought it with me..."

She looks at you, biting her lip. It's obvious that she's troubled by this. You consider asking her about the humming, or changing the subject.

>liminal darkpion

Sounds like a boss monster.

>>11989103
"I'm cool with it. But will this buzzing be permanent?"

>>11989103
fuck the humming, if it doesn't go away in the morning, then ask

ask whats wrong

>>11989103

Put a reassuring hand on her knee and smile. "No harm was done. I've got a musical buzzing in my head but I feel fine. Really, don't beat yourself up about it." Squeeze knee for effect.

"So, how does a pretty young Viera who can hold her Mistwine end up here?"

>>11989110
This. You've been pretty easy on us so far, so I'm curious what would happen.

Well I stayed up as long as I could but when it stings to keep my eyes open, I gotta call it quits.

Hopefully this gets archived so I can go over later.

>>11989103

hey it helped with my drunkenness so its all cool. plus your tree seems to be waving now

>>11989103
>Ask about Nieve. Then, the persistant humming.

Nieve blushes. "Me? There's not much to know. I'm the daughter of one of my villages shamans, born and raised surrounded by the Green Word. I don't really know much about anything else. I don't even know why I'm here with them," She motions to the surrounding apartment, and you can tell she means the other Viera, "Aside from the fact that we grew up together. Laya and Fyna are so close, and Elma's always so headstrong, but I'm always left speaking to the Wood. It's not that I'm eager to discard tradition or ignore the Green Way, it's just that..." She frowns, wresting with the words. "I don't know. This must sound a little silly, coming from me like this."

You place a hand on her shoulder, lending her some comfort. Several FEELINGS well up inside of you, and she looks at you, slightly higher than eye level. You forget to ask about the humming; this doesn't seem like a good time, anyways.

>>11989137
Examine the FEELINGS.

>>11989137
>You forget to ask about the humming; this doesn't seem like a good time, anyways.

damn straight it is, shit can wait man.

Combine FEELINGS with COUCH.

If fails, through FEELINGS at NIEVE, and the attempt to combine FEELINGS with COUCH.

>>11989137

roll with the flow

>>11989145

Another vote for EXAMINE FEELINGS.

Since we already mentioned the buzzing and she didn't comment on it, I'm not too worried. What's the worst that could happen? We can go more in depth later.

"Tell me what's on your mind. Don't worry about feeling silly, we all feel silly sometimes. And don't worry, I can keep a secret." Wink roguishly.

>>11989145
Chortle, you.

"I'm worried about the buzzing, would it be a bad idea if I slept over in case there are more serious side effects? I wouldn't want to die of a brain aneurysm "

Autosaging?

>>11989169

Do this. Now.

>>11989175
Yes.

>>11989145
>Examine FEELINGS

Retreating inside yourself for a moment, you gather up your feelings and assess them. Your current emotional inventory consists of GLIB SMUGNESS over beating Elma at her own game, ADMIRATION for Fyna's big sister role in the family, FONDNESS for Laya's gentle demeanor, and CONCERN and PROTECTIVENESS for Nieve in general. You feel that there might be faint wellings of INFATUATION somewhere in there, perhaps the beginnings of LOVE. Regardless, when you snap back to reality you notice that Nieve has now leaned fully against your chest, and that your arms are wrapped around her. Her ears are brushing softly against your own, and your nostrils are filled with that unique Vieran scent.

>I really wanted to hold out on this as long as possible, but hey, it had to happen sometime, right?

>>11989191

Make a new thread? This one's breaking

>>11989191

And this is when you move in for the smooches.

Someone going to throw up an archive request url for those that wanted to sleep?

>>11989191
>And now we're on autosage. I should probably wrap this up and prepare the next section.

SLEEP WITH Nieve?
>Y/N

>>11989191

Commence with the cuddling and try not to perv out. She's in a new city, new situation, holding a xeno and a bit drunk. Let's listen to her and only make the with sexings if she makes the first move.

Though it begs the question... what is she wearing?

>>11989204
we just worked out asses off to get elma's trust and respect, I vote NO because a missed opportunity is gonna occur either way

I vote yes, because we worked so hard for it. And seize the moment.

>>11989204
Cuddling is in order here. It's what a gentleman would do.

>>11989204
N. Continue the hugs.

no, just fall asleep like that, if she ends up sucking you off or something stupid, then you take no blame for it because you fell asleep asuming she would just rest her head on you

>>11989204

No. But cuddling and making out are perhaps on the table.

>>11989208
>Examine NIEVE

Nieve is only slightly taller than you, at about 6 feet tall. She is currently wearing casual garb, consisting of a button-down blouse with a stiff collar and long sleeves, which cover her hands rather cutely. her pants are loose but not baggy, creating just the right flesh:sock ratio with her long amber legs. It's quickly becoming apparent that things are getting rather serious; you can feel the heat rising off of Nieve's modestly ample chest. She still has her face buried in your chest, but her grip isn't loosening. You stroke her head slowly, and she nestles even closer. Eventually, you slowly transfer to a laying position (if only for the sakes of your backs), careful not to disturb Nieve too much. She attempts to bring you closer in response.

>>11989235

I don't think there's anything to be gained from that if your blacked out/asleep.

shit, well I suppose its between here and elma

and elma seems more likable, and less easy, so my vote is her

find some way to show you are not interested, but try not to be a dick, "its getting kinda late, I better hit the hay."

FEED HER A CARROT!

>>11989269

This is interesting. Keep stroking her hair and just enjoy the feeling of holding someone close. Try not to get an erection but if it happens, well, whatcanyado?

Hold close, fall asleep, move to next thread.

Another vote for cuddling and making out.

"I have but just met you, but there is definitely something about you that I want to see more of." caress cheek. "Will I be seeing you again soon?"

Cuddling time.
Ask people in the morning about the BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.

kill the moment,
"I'm sorry, but this nagging feeling has been at the back of my head all night. What is this buzzing noise?"

>>11989269
>Finish PART I
As you drift off to sleep in this fashion, you allow your mind to drift to the events of the day. Not only did you meet four Viera, a rare occurrence unto itself, but you managed to form somewhat solid bonds with two of them.

Soon, of course, sleep takes you, but your dreams are troubled; You are lost in a labyrinth of vines and leaves, beset by phantasmal abominations of various sizes and shapes. A heavy mist hangs in the air, permeating everything and penetrating down to your bones. The girls are nowhere in sight, but you think you see familiar, lithe shapes darting through gaps in the trees. The humming in the back of your head gets louder, and soon it is all you can hear. It has become the chant of innumerable voices, speaking in a language that you cannot understand but vaguely recognize, leading you towards a blinding light.

You awake in a cold sweat, immediately grasping for Nieve. She is still asleep. Bleary-eyed and squinting, you look around. Something doesn't seem quite right. Then it dawns on you.

You're in the middle of a field. Your clothes are not your own. You do not recognize your surroundings. To top it all off, there is both a sun AND a moon hanging in the sky above you. You shut your eyes for a moment, as hard as you can, hoping to dispel the illusion. Nothing changes.

This is bad. This is very, very bad.

>END PART I

>>11989269

repair their relationships among themselves; Have each one fall in love; Announce the impossibility of choosing; Enjoy them all.

Live out a contrived plot.

>>11989333
OH SHIT GUYS, I DON'T THINK WE'RE IN KANSAS ANYMORE

>>11989333
What a TWEEEEST.

>>11989333
Heheh, I was surprised.

Then again, I don't read a lot of quest threads.

>>11989302
I see what you did there

>NATIONALSMS Catills
But this is about Viera...

>>11989333
The worst part is that the other three are going to assume we ran off with her and spoil our chances.

so anyone gonna post that archive request?

inb4 Avatar

Remember to vote this one up on suptg.

Interesting end.

... she naked? :P

Despite the excellent writing and the d'awww/white knight ending, I can't help but feel a little disappointed with this quest. Early on an anon joked that the Viera would burn down our apartment, and for some reason that got me thinking about them spraying freon into the lock, shattering it with a chisel, blowing up the apartment with dynamite, and then recruiting us to be an accomplice in tearing down human civilization. You know, as a sort of collective Tyler Durden. It would make sense, given Viera culture, too

Fuckin hummin man.

Also not a single vote for "TOUCH THE EARS OH GOD THEY HAVE TO BE SO SOFT"

I am dissapoint.

>>11989368
Here's the thread on suptg. I'm still not sure how this particular archive works, exactly.

when is part 2 coming? time/date

>>11989391
The next section will have more action, I promise. Which kind of action? Who knows.
>>11989397
Durr, apparently going without sleep makes me a gibbering idiot.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/11986388/

>>11989408
Oh no, it's not lack of action that disappointed me, it's lack of Fight Club. Especially given the (hilarious) political comments made during the thread.

Congratulations on getting a quest thread to autosage, OP. Looking forward to the next one

>>11989403
Expect it sometime tomorrow. I have sculpture to do and 3dsMAX projects to work on but when that's done I'll be here.

In the meantime, I'd like those still interested to start thinking in terms of Final Fantasy Tactics classes. I already have some rough ideas in mind, but the point of quest threads is for you to think of things I haven't. I'll be re-reading this thread soon enough and starting the next one after that. I'll probably use the same OP image once this thread 404's.

>>11989391
I had imagined we'd go out and get a job managing a cafe or something. Then we'd hire the viera upstairs to be the wait staff. Boy was I surprised.

>>11989393
We aint sander cohen man.
Though it would have been nice...

>>11989467
If we were Sander Cohen we would have killed all three, covered them in plaster, and posed them in our apartment before going off and killing people who'd annoyed us, possibly while wearing a rabbit mask.

I dunno which BioShock you played, but "setting up a cafe" doesn't sound very Sander Cohen to me.