I grab some Juicy Fruit and run out the door in to an alley. Hopefully this will slake my murderous instincts. Once I'm done I stroll out on to the street like nothing happened.

>>9719008
Good will does not carry Juicy Fruit.

Also, your blood is no immediate danger to those around you, having fed not half an hour ago on the previous owner of your parachute pants.

Current possessions:
-460$
-a butterfly knife

Lets try drawing the sybols again now that our blood is awake

find a place to sleep

Arkham? Like the asylum? Just find Bruce Wayne. Fuckin' Batman will know what to do. If he doesn't just eat his dog.

>>9719040
You ask the clerk for a piece of paper and a pen. She obliges with a raise eyebrow, giving you a once-over with a lingering stare at your ill-fitting Hammer-pants.

Tongue sticking out slightly in concentration, you carefully sketch an Elder Sign as best as you can recall (pic related). You admire your handiwork, and you feel the capillaries in your eyes swelling as your blood shifts about to get a better look.
"What's that?" it questions.

The clerk leans forward slightly, staring at the symbol you've drawn, then looking up at your bloodshot face, then back to the paper.

This is awkward.

>what do?

>>9719113
According to the clock behind the front counter, it's only 8:00 AM. Your escape has taken place since you woke up at 5:30 AM. You've still got plenty of energy.

rolled 4 = 4

>>9719148
"Cool design right? I was thinking of getting a tatoo of this, what ya think?"
Also rolling a d20 for our bluff

>>9719216
FUCK

>>9719146
It could be Arkham as in Arkham, Massachussetts.

Say out loud "hastur" 3 times so we can know which one it is.

>>9719216
(I tend to call for d100s, so i'm going to treat that as a 20)

"That's....that's something. Yeah." The clerk is visibly discomforted by your continued presence. "Are you...are you gonna buy something?"

"You didn't tell me you were getting a tattoo," your blood grumbles. "We never talk anymore"

>You are Subject#82
Did we ever meet/remember any of our other "colleagues"?

>>9719261
can he hear our blood?

>>9719261
"4 packs of twizzlers. Also do you know of any other good stores around here?"

MAYBE WE SHOULD GET SOME NEW DUDS. A CLICHE CAOT MAYHAP A HAT EVEN, OR WHAT ABOUT SHOES, DO WE HAVE SHOES? AND BUY A GODDAMN LAMP JUST BECUASE

>>9719169
we need to sleep sometime, might avoid some trouble if we sorted that out while we still have plenty of time

>>9719276
You remember little of other patients in the facility. There is only an indeterminate expanse of days, fraught with pain and needles and the apologetic fretting of your blood whenever the starvation drove it to burn itself out of your body.
>>9719314
Both fortunately and unfortunately, no one but you can hear your blood. You're not even sure whether the doctors at the facility even realized it was sentient.
>>9719319
The clerk looks back and forth at the various thrift goods. "We have clothes and furniture, shit people didn't want anymore. You want twizzlers, there's a 7-11 down the street." he gestures the door, maintaining uneasy eye contact with you.

>>9719375
We should get a nice shirt. Something flattering but not too attractive. Like. A nice button-up or something.

>>9719359
THIS
WE LOVE YOU FLEE

>>9719375
get coat to cover the arkham shirt

>>9719375
shit i thought we WERE in a general store and not a thrift store. Oh well, it plays with our characters crazy. New duds get.

(/tg/ you haven't steered me wrong yet...should I smoke moar?)
>>9719401
>>9719409
You say nothing, but move off into the shelves, absently picking at clothing that catches your fancy.
You narrow your choices down to:
-a Red, Blue, or White Blouse
-A plaid, shoulder-padded suit jacket with matching fedora.
-A t-shirt with a faded unicorn on it. The unicorn reminds you of the childhood you can't remember. Wait, that doesn't make sense.

Your blood affects a dramatic yawn. "Let me know when something exciting happens," it says. "...but hopefully nothing dangerous," it quickly amends, ever the coward.

find things for breaking and entering. Heavy looking table leg will do, anything that can be broken down for lockpicks, etc.

We need to find a villianous lair for ourselves.

>>9719532
You find a small table with some hefty legs you could break off later, as well as a small box of bobby pins.

>what clothes/goods to purchase?

red blouse, covers bloodstains.

Also, get suit jacket. things can be hid in there.

Also, get fedora. Fucking dapper.

what about more basic stuff? Is this the kind of place we could find a flashlight and some rope?

Maybe it is my D&D player talking, but I don't know how to play a game without some rope and a lightsource. You never know when you might have to crawl some dungeon.

>>9719503
Unicorn all the way

You pick out the red blouse, jacket and hat, and unicorn t-shirt, setting it all on top of your table along with the bobby pins. You cannot find rope, but you do manage to find a flashlight (with no batteries). You decide to purchase a backback to store this stuff in (minus the table).

Your total is $35.44

>>9719660
>referencing robot unicorn
>riding a pegasus

yournoteventrying.jpg

(btw, fuck y'all, I'm smoking anyway.

...I don't need you niggas' permission)

>>9719697
shit, we're broke aren't we?

>>9719744
Actually, thanks to letting your blood eat that mean man outside, you are in possession of a bankroll of 460 dollars in twenties.

>>9719697
Slip the cashier the money and walk out, humming.

>>9719759
oh ok, i was wondering why our psycho blood was yawning earlier.

alright. We are fully clothed. Now we need to find a place to squat.

do we
A: look for somewhere abandoned
B: find a cheap-o motel
C: find somewhere nice looking and beat the current occupents about the head and neck with the table club?

I vote A, but that might be hard in Miami.

pay, then switch tops before going to the seven eleven for some munchies. (in the store of course)

>>9719783
You receive your change and leave, humming a random tune; you don't know any songs, it seems.
Your blood tries to harmonize with you, but can't follow your meandering melody.

As you leave, you squint your eyes against the rising sun. it's about 8:20 or so now. Long shadows are still being cast across the streets.

You feel like you're being watched. Your eyes dart back and forth at the two other people on the sidewalk, a sleeping hobo and an old woman. Peering down the street, you can see innumerable dark corners in the fading twilight of morning. They could be -anywhere-.

>>9719855
(oh man, speaking of munchies...)

Quickly go to the hobo, make sure no one is looking, then cut open his throat and devour...

(I learned that from Dopplganger Damacy Quest)

>>9719855

Munchies are required.

As a bleeding female human, I suggest high-iron delicious beef jerky.

Biggest bottle of water they have, too. We don't want to get dehydrated while we flee from the authorities.

>>9719940
Hey, we don't want to do that. Don't give our blood any more than it needs. Bastard is more trouble than it's worth.

Go to 7-11. Buy delicious foodstuffs. Also plenty of water. Hydration is key.

>>9720045

While at 7-11, we should get one of those 20-dollar pay-as-you-go crappy cell phones. It will have a clock, calculator, etc. And when we make friends, we will be able to call them!

>>9720045

and batteries for the flashlight!

(holy fucking shit ice cream)

Still eyeing the shadows nervously, you stalk into the 7-11, using their bathroom to change into your blouse, suit jacket, and hat, which you cock at a suitably roguish angle.

You purchase a 64 oz water and a package of beef jerky for $4.12. You have $599.44 remaining.

"How does that stuff taste?" your blood asks as you cram some tasty dried meats into your starving mouth. "I can't stand the taste of food. I don't know why you'd want to eat."

There is a television behind the counter set to a local news channel that catches your eye. The headline at the bottom of the screen reads "mental hospital breakout."
"...at around 5:50 this morning. Police are on the lookout for any information regarding four escaped subjects from the Arkham Research Health facility. They are to be considered extremely dangerous, most of all to themselves, and it is imperative they be returned to safe hands..."
The screen displays a set of mug shots. Two are men, angry looking, heavy-set. Two others are women, one a small child of around 7, the other a woman apparently in her twenties. She looks sad somewhat, like she's distracted by remembering something terrible.

>>9720104
"Hey, you see that? More breakouts from Arkham. We should get off the streets."

>>9720089
Fuck. Did the clerk see it? If he did, we need to get out. If he didn't see it, act like nothing happened, continue shopping for batteries and shit.

>>9720104

Say, StonerDM, are we a women apparently in her twenties, who looks sad somewhat, like she's distracted by remembering something terrible?

If so, pay and leave as fast as possible. Supplies recieved, time for EVIL LAIR.

>>9720104
Find other escapees, start super villian team.

You purchase some AA batteries and a cell phone, as well as 100 minutes to talk with. The cell phone has a pixellated animation of a flower in the background that you marvel at for several moments.
This, along with 2 water-bottles and another package of jerky, bring your money down to $546.80. You're finding that you are good with sums.

You are on your way out the door when you hear someone speaking softly and frantically. Looking back, you see the 7-11 clerk, a wiry bearded man, hissing into a telephone, eyes locked on you. You catch your reflection in the glass of the door; you are the dark-haired sad-eyed girl from the news. He must have recognized you. You take a moment to adjust your hat.

>>9720178
either way, we should make ourself scarce and get to the lair-making...
I vote for something in an abbandoned area of the sewer. We can fight off the stench and make it fucking aewsome, and strike unexpectedly from the shadows from it as well

>>9720215
>you take a moment you adjust your hat

I love you Subject 82.

(I'd also like to point out you have a small wooden table tucked under your arm, having not yet torn off one of the legs. This doesn't help you remain inconspicuous)

>>9720347
greak the table on the wall outside, keep a leg then find somewhere to lay low for a while

>>9720357

agreed. Where are places that people don't usually hang out that we could bugger off to? I'd rather not go to the sewers, if I couldn't help it. Have you guys ever actually been in one? Shit isn't cool.

>>9720215
Get out sight of the clerk and the goodwill.
Ask blood:
"I don't suppose you know any good hideouts around here?"

Find the nearest man-hole and climb down it.

>>9720397
You sound just like our blood, suck it up and hit the sewers.

>going to give it to the sewers people

You dart outside, smashing the table against the wall. It splinters apart, and you are left with a somewhat splintery TABLE LEG <equipped>

"You'll never take me alive!" You scream. The sound of your own voice is exhilarating.
"No, wait, let them take us alive!" Your blood pleads. You wish you didn't need him to carry oxygen through your body.

You dash to the nearest manhole. It is very heavy, but you manage to lift it and push it aside, descending the metal ladder below into sweltering, ripe-smelling darkness.

>>9720482
Once we hit the bottom, turn on the flashlight. If need be, replace the batteries and replace the manhole cover.

>>9720482
head for where the smell is less horrid, aim for older dividers. try to find a no-longer used area to use as a base of operations

The sewers are predictably damp. You edge your way along the bottom, flicking on your flashlight after popping in fresh batteries. You are on a narrow maintenance catwalk.

You make your way through the dim wetness, trying to remember your various left and right turns, trying to go down passages that aren't so damp.

You think it might be as late as noon by the time you stumble upon an area of dry sewer. Behind a shoddy brick wall's crumbled corner you find a section of archaic sewer, older stone walls contrasting with the modern cement. You find an old maintenance room back here, complete with a rusty metal desk and chair, and a few metal lockers whose locks have corroded away.

>>9720583

Search Lockers.

>>9720598
The lockers, as well as the desk drawers, have been cleared out since whatever section of sewer this is was abandoned.

>>9720612

Attempt to break desk, and attach the metal shards to your TABLE LEG with RAGS.

>>9720583
look for a light switch

>>9720637
Keep the table intact.
Lay down some rags and clothes for a pillow and try to grab some sleep.

>>9720637
You manage to bend the desk out of shape, but you can't get it to shatter into anything but useless flakes of rusty metal.
>>9720641
The light switch does nothing. Perhaps time has corroded the wires?

"This place is boring," your blood says. "do we really have to stay here?"

>>9720637

woah woah woah, that is OUR new desk. We can break someone elses if we need metal shards for our table leg.

Really, our blood eats people. Do we need a points stick?

I vote we mark our territory and start exploring our new neighborhood.

>>9720691

Tell your blood to suck it up and then look for exits to this room.

>>9720691

I agree with the blood. We should keep track of our new bolthole and then find somewhere with interesting bits we can steal.

Come nightfall we RAPE AND PILLAGE.

>>9720691
"Quiet you! Or I'm turning us into the red cross!"

is there anything else of note here?

>>9720691
Hmm, if this place is our new home, we should decorate it.
Paint the walls like we did in our old cell.

>>9720713
Your blood broods. "Well, I'm getting hungry..." he pouts before lapsing into sullen silence. Thank god.

The only other exit to this room is a stairwell in the back. It must have once led to the surface, but it has been sealed, and probably has a building built on top of it by now.
You set up your backpack as a pillow in a corner of the room, surveying your sparse, lonely domain.
Your blood sighs loudly to try to make you feel bad.
Not lonely enough.

>>9720752

Hmm... That's actually a good idea.

If your blood can retain its sentient properties outside of your body, then you could inject some people with your blood and have it take their body over.

when we go out to get a bite to eat, can we keep an eye out for the other three fugitives? I imagine they'll have a get-up like our previous out fit.

>>9720769
"We have to wait till nightfall. We don't them to find us, do we? They'll kill us for sure. Hell, we're in Miami. If you wait till nightfall patiently, I'll let you go wherever you want, sound good?"

>>9720769

Try to get your blood to burn through the sealed stairwell.

>>9720791
You have never considered the ramifications of this before.
>>9720758
Using a shard of metal, you cut open your scarred wrists, your blood pooling forth eagerly.
"Teach me, blood," you say, as it dances off your fingertips up the walls.
Your blood traces out the same symbols and patterns it always has. You stare at them, gritting your teeth as more surges out your fresh wound.
It still doesn't make any sense, its just a bunch of jibberish spreading out from your outstretched hand like a spider web.
What does it mean?

>>9720858

>What does it mean?

Ask your blood what it is creating.

Check the stairwell. If the wall is in disrepair, can we muscle through, into someone's basement? If so, then we get a meal and somewhere for furnishings. If not, find the closest exit into the surface world.

>>9720858
"Blood. Explain."

Adjust shirt and pants.
Stash money in various places over body, to assure muggers do not take all of it.
Dirty muggers.

>>9720858
Good question, lets ask it.

>>9720875

Use your blood to BURN through the wall. If it worked with the guy it could work with the wall.

>>9720881
Also put a stash in the broken desk.

if blood is so against being here, have it DISCREETLY mark the path out.

at nighttime we need to:
1. feed blood
2. steal a generator (probably gas) so we can have our own privat electricity
3. get some air fresheners and other decorations
4. start trying to one-up the joker

"What does it mean?" you ask aloud.
"I don't know, but it's always there whenever i cocentrate," your blood answers.

You leave a hundred dollars in the desk, distrubuting the rest under your feet and hat. Going to the wrecked stairwell, you instruct your blood to retain heat.
"I'm not that hungry yet," it complains. "Can we wait until dark?"

>>9720986
"Fine, have it your way"
Try to sleep

>>9721007
This.

>>9721007
First, ask blood if it remains aware when you sleep.
If so, yes, sleep, have it wake you if shit goes down.
If not, sleep in dark corner with table leg in hand.

>>9721007
You curl up on the cold floor, using your jacket as a mattress and your backpack as a pillow.

You dream of being a child. You play alone on a swingset against a fiery purple sky, like sunset all over. You fall from the swingset and scrape your knee. Vile blood bubbles forth from the wound, sprouting teeth that scrape the flesh from your leg and eyes that seems to dance with silent laughter. You scream, and awaken to a splitting headache,

"I think it's dark out," your blood whispers in the blackness; you shut your flashlight off before falling asleep. "I'm so...hungry..."

>>9721116
Try to go to outskirts of town, find some wild animals for Blood to satisfy himself on.
He can learn to deal with it if he doesn't like it.

>>9721116
"Geez, are you always hungry?"
"Hey, let's see if we can't get that stairway clear"

>>9721116
Get up and walk to the walled off stairway.
Ask blood what the earliest thing it remembers is.

>>9721116
>>9721139
Also, I've decided that you need a name, blood, what do you think about that?

>>9721151
>>9721144

That, and That, in listed order.

>>9721158

Name your blood Bob.

>>9721186
No, name it Leng.
Short for Leng T'che.

see about blood burning through the blocked off stairway. add getting a matress to our to do list. rape/kill/feed to blood some random person once we get topside

>>9721186
with the way it acts, Garfeild seems more appropriate.

"The earliest thing I remember?" your blood murmurs. "Hmm...I'm not really sure. I think it was one of the times they pricked us with needles. Maybe the first time?"
You ponder this while your blood observes the sealed wall.
"I think I can get hot enough to burn through this," it says determinedly.
Whipping out from your already-open wrist, your blood brings you to your knees with nauseating pain as it sears away at the flesh of your arm.

When you think you can open your eyes, you peer up at a smoldering hole in the concrete. It seems to lead into a paved garage of some kind. Your blood whines miserably inside you. "I'm still hungry..."

>>9721301
"We'll find someone soon enough"
Check out the garage, exits and contents.

>>9721301
quit yer bitchin, we're lookin for food an fun now... for both of us

>>9721301
Covertly search for anyone who is alone in the garage, and sic 'em with Garfield.

Looking around, you realize that this is the bottom level of a parking structure. The dim lighting and single nearby car gave it the feel of a garage, but now, flicking on your flashlight, you see empty parking spaces leading up a ramp. There is a stairwell a few dozen feet away that might lead to the ground level.

>>9721393

Take stairway upwards.

>>9721393
Go up the ramp.

>>9721401
You take the stairs two at a time, eagerly climbing upwards. Your blood pulsates, still warmer than usual. Reaching the ground level, you realize that this is an independent parking structure in an urban area. It probably services several nearby offices. It is currently abandoned. Just outside the main entrance you can see a bank office, as well as another building that seems to contain various offices.

>>9721455
Look for a back entrance to the multiple office building.

>Check OP's stoned-o-meter

goring. find a walmart or some shit to get what we need from/eat someone in the bathroom

also, be on the look out for metal plate or something that can be used to cover the entrance to our VILLIAN LAIR. We don't want anyone tripping over our bolthole.

>>9721467
dude I just spilled the bowl all over my keyboard. Shit was NOT cash >:(

>>9721504
I'm sorry to hear that man.

>>9721488
>>9721478

These, in order.

>>9721504

goddamn. I shall have a moment of silence for you.

All cleaned up.
You find a sheet of plywood in the back of a parked pickup truck, and use it to cover up the entrance you carved.

Setting out on the streets, you try to look for a wal-mart or other department store, but you've surfaced in a fairly white-collar area, many tall skyscrapers. You continue wandering, your blood hissing occasionally.

You feel like you're being watched again. There's darkness all around you, shadows out of reach of the pervasive orange glow of nighttime urban environments.

>>9721653

Can your blood sense other people/sources of blood?
If so, then tell him to constantly be on the look out.

>>9721653
Must be the shadows themselves, then.
Who knows what crazy powers the other patients had?
Try to talk to the shadows.

>>9721676
There's no way your blood would be that useful.

>>9721708

/would/ be or /could/ be that useful?

>>9721653
Look for a bar or restaurant

>>9721700
You move closer to a dark patch. "h...hello?" you whisper conspiratorially.
"You're losing it," your blood chides.

Your mind feels like it's got melting ice sliding all across it. Time seems to slow to a crawl; you can feel the wind parting behind you, and you duck forward. Time speeds up again as a meaty fist swings through the space where your head just was.

With no time to consider the apparently ridiculous reflexes you just demonstrated, you catch a second fist, this one to the face. You can feel one of your teeth loosen as the force jostles your skull. You are knocked to the ground.

You are facing a silent man, short and pale, with a broad frame and eyes like stones, dispassionate and calculating. Your blood whimpers.

>>9721653
Duck into the nearest alley, and look to see if anyone is following you.

>>9721836
"Hey, blood, I don't think this guy is friendly. Burn him or something!"

>>9721836
"The fuck was that for?"

>>9721836

Blood, meet your next meal.

Run for alley. When no one is watching, give him a facefull of garfield.

>>9721860

This first, and if the guy tries to hit you again, resort to:
>>9721871

>>9721836
he wouldn't be wearing an Arkham T-shirt would he?

>>9721877
This.

"The fuck was that for?" you hiss out, rubbing your jaw and furrowing your brow. You get a second shot of cold electrifying its way across your brain. This time, however, the heightened senses don't save from a boot to the face. Your head cracks back against the pavement, and you taste blood. You also feel an enormous warmth from your eyes. Your vision goes blurry as you feel your blood surging out of your eyes.

"Jesus christ." your assailant finally speaks.

Your blood purrs like a cat as it slurps the steaming flesh off the man's skeleton, boiling on the man's skin like flaming gasoline.

>roll d100 to remain conscious

>>9721923
you're not positive, but you don't think so. At the very least you don't recognize him as one of the four publicly escaped subjects.

rolled 3 = 3

>>9721980
Rollan

>>9721980
oh wow, it is Garfeild.

>>9722027
Oh fer fucks sake.

rolled 92 = 92

>>9721980
Right-o.
Try to remain conscious.
Assuming we do, try to get the fuck out of there.
Clearly, the shadows are not the place to be.

>>9722027

rolled 4 = 4

supportan

>>9722027

>>9722045
Spelled Garfield, but yes, I agree, we're naming our blood Garfield.

If he asks, its because he reminds us of the assassinated president.

>>9722055
>>9722027

>>9722027
>>9722055

>>9722047
Next time. You roll first.

>>9722000
>ha ha oh wow
>>9722046
I hope this image appears in every one of these threads.

You fall forward, blacking out before you hit the pavement.

You dream that you are going to high school prom. You have on a pristine white dress and matching gloves. As you admire yourself in the mirror, you hear a knock on the door. It must be your prom date! Excited, you run down the stairs and open the door.
Your date is smiling, but as he catches your eyes his look turns to one of horror. He recoils at the sight of you, and you feel your face. Nothing's wrong with your face! what's his problem?
He back away from you, and you press forward. He shakes his head, stumbling as he tries to get away from you. You frown and stamp your foot; this isn't funny.
He fumbles in his pockets, produces a revolver, and aims it at you. His eyes quiver with thoughtless, abject horror even as he stares into your drab, sad brown eyes. He seems to think better of it, places the gun in his own mouth, and pulls the trigger.
You can feel the mist touch your face.

You slowly come to, hearing your blood fretting over you.
"Oh...oh you're waking up. I think it's going to get bright out soon. We should get moving. Are you okay?"
You feel weak, but otherwise fine.

>>9722195
Where the fuck did he get a revolver from? He's going to Prom!

>>9722245
It's a dream, dumbass.
>>9722195
Ask Garfield if he knows what happened while we were out, head back to the hideout.

>>9722195
Sounds good. Let's get out of here.
"Blood? Garfield? I'm assuming the bullet-time was your doing. You think you could help me with the retaining consciousness next time someone comes after us? Mobility is key to survival, and I can't be mobile if I'm unconscious."

>>9722195

Examine the man's skeleton, see if any of his effects survived.

>>9722195
Shit.
Head back to the lair to recuperate.
Well, one down, three more to go, I guess.

>>9722270
This, and take the remains with you.

>>9722245
would have liven'd up my prom.

>>9722266

Your assailant's bones have been picked clean, his clothing seared to ashes.
"Thankfully no one passed by. Once or twice cars have come down the street, but we're in such dense shadows we can't be seen."
"Bullet time?" your blood queries.
"And, wait, Garfield?" Garfield asks guardedly. "What does that even mean?"

>>9722296
pay attention.

>>9722326
"It was a president, don't worry."
Take the bones back to the lair.

>>9722326
Like I said, you remind me of the assassinated president.

>>9722351
Oh, you know what I mean.

At least your blood is well fed, you think as you gather up the skeleton of your attacker. You'll have to try foraging for your own supplies on another night.

You cast aside the plywood and replace it behind you as you descend back to the abandoned maintenance room that has become your lair.

"Are..are you proud of me 82? Garfield asks tamely.

>>9722416
"I'm not pissed off. Pride might be taking it a little too far"

>>9722359
this. so much for getting a generator, or a matress, or anything else we may want for our soon to be awesome lair...

what kind of injuries did we get in that fight?

>>9722416
Dunno about proud, but thankful, certainly.

>>9722416
"to quote a movie: "That'll do blood, that'll do""

>>9722464
Subject 82 has lost one of her front canine teeth, and may have suffered a mild concussion. The right side of your face is swollen and bruised

You tend to your injuries with your remaining rags, catching a nap and awakening just after noon, or so Garfield claims.
>How will you spend the rest of the daylight, before presumably going out for supplies again tomorrow?

>>9722515
Explore the sewers further.

>>9722500
replace canine with a tooth from the skeleton. At least get some use out of it.

>>9722548
you could jam the tooth into the sore socket, but it's slightly larger than your other teeth, and you'd look snaggle-toothed. PROCEED?

>>9722585
No, get Garfield to make your face's swelling go down faster.

>>9722623
Agreed.

>technically on my third bowl, but i've lost count cause i keep just topping myself off with greens.

Garfield vacates the capilaries and flesh on your face, leaving it less swollen but still very sore. Picking the right canine, you pry it out of the skeleton and wedge it in your own gum, wincing slightly.
It seems to stick, but protrudes just slightly.

You stumble out into the larger sewer area, intent on exploring. Garfield is making grumblies about being hungry.

"
<YOUR BOND WITH YOUR BLOOD HAS INCREASED>
<YOU NOW HAVE ACCESS TO MINOR SANGUIKINESIS>
<YOU ARE CAPABLE OF MOVING YOUR OWN BLOOD THROUGHOUT YOUR BODY, AS WELL AS MANIFESTING IT EXTERNALLY IN THE FORM OF WHIPS.>

>>9722702
my face when I read this.

>>9722702
WAIT! MAKE SURE WE STILL HAVE OUR FEDORA!

>>9722755
if so, dust-off and adjust slightly...

>>9722755
no, the fedora is strictly for serious villanry work, when we want to be recognized and remembered. do you want to be remembered as that crazy bitch wandering the sewers?
a facemask for the stentch would be a good idea though

>>9722825
Use the old Arkham shirt for a mask.

Fedora intact, you make your way through the newer, wetter sewer tunnels. Your HAMMER PANTS are in need of a wash.

You note the locations of several manholes that must come up in this same urban area.

"I wonder if they're still looking for us up there," Garfield muses. "We can't be infamous or anything."

>>9722858
"Let's play it safe for a few days, okay?"

>>9722893
You return to your maintenance chambers sweaty and accomplished. You can easily recall the locations of much of the immediate sewer geography, which will give you a homecourt advantage in the event that someone stumbles upon your lair.

>>9722939
Sleep.
Go hunting for a matress.

>>9722994
You nap fitfully until dark before climbing up through the parking garage again.
Moving more cautiously through the streets, you ponder your recent instances of near-precognition. Garfield insists that he had nothing to do with it. Is he telling the truth? What would he even have to gain by lying?

You are searching for a mattress?

What sort of place are you looking?

next time we head to the surface, start gathering intel on our situation. catch some news coverage/ look online and search to see if they have wanted pics of us and the other escapees. Alos check to see if its just the local authorities looking for us or if Arkham research is sending out their own goons aswell.

>>9723092
Thrift stores. Department stores. If you are near a suburb, look for apparently unoccupied houses.

matress, and a change of pants first. then break into a home-improvement store and get some tools/high boots for sewer trudging, generator, trap making supplies ect

Your wandering eventually takes you to the parking lot of a department store, a Lowe's or something. You could break in through a window or try to unlock the back door, which seems to be padlocked. Or you could move on to some other location.

>what do?

>>9723207
Try to unlock the back door.

>>9723219
unlock and search. Keep an eye out for violent shadows.

>>9723267
>>9723219
Using one of your bobby pins, you try to pick the padlock. You only generally know what you're doing, so there's a lot of cursing and random waggling, but finally you hear it click open.
<Lockpicking skill up?>
"Be careful..." your blood whispers.
Stepping into the back office, you can see dimly-lit desks with powered-off computers. out the door is the store proper, aisles of merchandise. There may be cameras in place, though you didn't see any at the back.

Every dark area seems like it could be hiding any number of grim fates and silent, cyclopean watchers.
You're rapidly developing a fear of shadows.

attempt to unlock the back door. also, try to check loading doors for customer pickups or the delivery truck entrances... you may be able to simply push them up as they are simply unpowered garage-doors for the most part. Avoud breaking in in such a manner that would set off alarms if at all possible.

once inside get some rubber suspenders for sewer drudging, several grades of rope, some sharp objects, a good aray of tools and some way to store them, and some wood

>>9723296
Hurry forward, track down a matress, double time.

>>9723296
there are cameras... the domes on the ceiling. keep to the shadows and out of their lines of sight, they generally face one way, and the people at the central store who watch them seldom roatate them, the chances of being spatted are pretty slim all told

>>9723319
You begin searching the store for some kind of mattress. You brandish your table leg warily, while your butterfly knife sits comfortably in your jacket pocket. Eventually you find the interior decorating areas, and a decently-sized and comfotable-looking mattress. The problem is, even the smallest one is going to be difficult to haul back, not to mention squeezing it through the tunnel.

>>9723351
Look for bed covering instead.

>>9723351
go for a smaller one then. or we could, you know steal a wheelbarrow, some bungee cords, and some other sharp objects (from the hardware/home improvement area (shovels, hoes, gaff hooks, saw-blades ect) and take it all back the easy way.

dont forget some rope

>>9723351
look for sleeping bags/camping gear then.

fuck matress.

grab blankets. lots of blankets.

also, rope, tools, and some of those led lights that are battery powered for closets and shit.

Subject 82's shopping list:
-Sleeping Bag
-Blanket(s)
-Lanterns
-Rope
-Shovel
-Wheelbarrow

Anything missing/anything that doesn't belong?

>>9723451
That seems to be it.

fund us either a tent, or one of those cushions for outdoor swings and the like, and get a hatchet and a multitool set, couple more nives and look into sighting out a smaller generator, in addition rope and fuel and maybe some paint, add this to the wheel barrow idea

>>9723451
small toolset.
notebook and pens

Subject 82's shopping list:
-Sleeping Bag
-Blanket(s)
-Lanterns
-Rope
-Shovel
-Wheelbarrow
-Knife
-Toolbox
-Hatchet
(you cannot find an electrical generator that you could reasonably transport. there are problems enough with wheeling a bunch of stuff through the urban streets at night)

You load everything into the wheelbarrow, as well as a clipboard of paper and a pen. You carefully wheel you stuff out into the night. Unfortunately, not you need to get back to the parking structure, because it's the only entrance you'll be able to fit all this stuff through.

a dremel would be an awesome idea we would only have to sneek somewhere to charge it everyso often

>>9723550
Take it there as quickly as possible. Take the fastest route with the largest number of manholes. Keep an eye out for any suspicious shadows.

>>9723572
attacking the darkness when necessary.

>>9723572
You wheel your barrow through the streets as stealthily as possible.

>Roll a 1d100 for fortunes and misfortunes!

>>9723619
GO GO GADGET DICE!

rolled 45 = 45

>>9723625
try that again shall we?

>>9723625
I don't even

rolled 25 = 25

>>9723625
oh wow

>>9723625

rolled 66 = 66

wath us get caught by a cop.

a sledgehammer and generally more spikey bits would be something good for our next trip. we cant make feindish traps without lots of supplies

>>9723635
It's not our normal critical failure but i suppose it will have to do.

>>9723635
While you're carting your new loots towards the office buildings your blood shouts "Look out!"
A stray dog seems to have crossed your path. It looks rather mangy and bares its teeth at you, but doesn't make any immediate move to attack.How do you respond?

>>9723672
"Blood, teach me"
Slash wrist and hold the hand to the ground.

rolled 18 = 18

>>9723672
d'aww I tink we found a fwend <3

>>9723699
oh look, our new friend is foaming at the mouth....

>>9723711
sewwy doggi, soaps not fo eatin~ :3

anything off about it, or is it just a lonely stray?

>>9723686
Opening your torn veins once again, you hold your wrist to the ground.
Your blood seethes forth like rivulets of metal in a furnace mold. It reaches the dog's legs and begins climbing them like vines as the creature howls in pain.
Garfield makes short work of the dog.

"I don't want to jinx us, but we're pretty bad-ass," he observes, looking through your eyes at the bones and cartilidge of the stray.

>>9723773
"Yea we are."

>>9723766
>>9723773
and now we'll never know...

>>9723773
"Okay, You're right. Knock on wood. let's get this stuff back to the lair, make it a little less boring."

>>9723773
>"I don't want to jinx us, but-
inb4 CritFail

>>9723794
indeed. so, rope+hatchet for a security devide?

>>9723773
>>9723794
When we get back, I want to put forth our next goal as finding some soap and clean water. We probably smell like, well, 3 days of sweat, sewer, and hospital.

Oh, and some more food, something other than, what a bit of jerky?

You make it back to your lair without incident. Garfield is somewhat less fed than he's used to, but perhaps it will be good for him.

You install the electric lanterns to keep out as many shadows as possible.
How else do you want to decorate your lair?

>>9723849
Good point.

>>9723866
Pile Sleeping bag and blankets in one corner.

>>9723773
Btw, does our blood have a preference for live or dead "food"? Either way, set up snare trap or w/e near the parking garage entrance.

>>9723893
He's never fed on anything dead, so he has no formulation of preference.
He's enough of a coward that it doesn't seem likely that he gets anything out of feeding on things that are still struggling.

bed near lantern, some sort of wake-up alarms if we're intruded on...
and yea some way to clean ourselves and a few changes of cloths/a way to wash them too. hmm... concrete floor= no digging our home deeper though.

cloths, portable shower/soap and jackhammer for our next outing?

>>9723974
Well, we have the wheelbarrow, so we sort of have a sink/basin type thing, but yeah.

Maybe we should go out during the day?

>>9723992
bucket with holes in it + sheet of metal over the holes + hot water would work if we dont wanna go out during the day though (and I would suggest that as we probably look/smell like an escaped nutter atm)

>>9724080
Focus on clothes, food, soap and clean water then? save the comfort stuff for later, I'd say.

>>9724104
A mission in place, you huddle in your sleeping back, the flickering, humming electric lanterns creating a few shadows on the otherwise-illuminated walls.
As your blood slumbers, satiated, within you, your eyes fixate wide on the shadows dancing across the room.

Gonna end it for tonight people, I'm thinkin' about passing out pretty soon. Does /tg/ want more? We can continue tomorrow at around nine or so?

>>9724184
Sounds good. Awesome quest.

>>9724184
In the AM or PM?
Timezone?
I ask because THIS IS AWESOME

I'll archive the thread.
As before, player feedback appreciated. Stuff I'm doing right, stuff I'm not doing right.

>>9724225
Dude, you are golden.
Thumbs up.

>>9724193
Awesome quest indeed.

defianately more. when will u be back?

sorry, 9 PM EST.

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