"Please, Gil, drink up," Carlton says.
"We've got some good news for you Agent Cathaway," he continues, speaking more stilted, more officially. "It is the opinion of Arkham's medical staff that you are not a causal danger, to Arkham or to the general public. Your temporal instances seem easily manageable with the tachyon degradation serum you've been administered. Which reminds me," he says, producing a syringe from his coat and setting it on the table. "Today's dose," he pats the needle comfortingly.
"Now, since you've bee given the green light you're going to be restored to active duty as an Arkham employee. However, that brings me to the second bit of news," he coughs into one hand while the other shuffles through papers. "Since your symptoms are controllable, but still present, I am to inform you that you are to be given an official subject designation as a known temporal anomaly. Hey, you get a new uniform!" he grins, chuckling wetly before coughing again.

The agent by the door stands aside and another one enters, carrying a dry-cleaning bag. Inside the bag is a one-piece uniform like that worn by Arkham technical staff. However, instead of dark gray, it is a reddish burgundy color, and instead of your name, "116" is stitched in white on the breast pocket and on the back.
"It should fit perfectly," Carlton says. "Lord knows we've been taking enough measurements recently, we should be able to put together a uniform that fits, eh?" he chuckles halfheartedly. The agent sets the new uniform down on the room's solitary table, which is rapidly becoming cluttered with clothes, supplements, drugs, and paperwork.

Bumping for participants. If none seem forthcoming I'll just come back in a few hours with more bumps.

"I guess it was time for a change anyway."

"How are things, aside from this? Anything else interesting happen lately?"

"I guess it was time for a change anyway."
"That's the spirit!" Carlton says.
"How are things, aside from this? Anything else interesting happen lately?" you ask as you step into the red uniform.
"As a matter of fact, we have some information that might concern you, or at least that you might be of some assistance with."
He searches through a few folders before coming up with an unmarked manilla envelope. Reaching in, he produces a pair of mug-shots.
"Do you recognize either of these people?"
One is a man, probably about 19. He has his head cocked back from the camera, and is presenting his fists, across which is tattooed "ROLL DEEP".
The other is a girl, probably only 16 or 17, with short-cut hair, too black to be her natural color. She smirks into the camera as if she knows something they don't.

"Ring any bells?"

>>14626102
"Interesting tattoo. A car thief I met just after my last 'incident' used the same phrase. He and his partner were wearing masks, but that connection's not a coincidence, is it?"

"Did they take one of Arkham's company cars, or is this about our little meeting?"

What changes, now that we're a Subject?

"Interesting tattoo. A car thief I met just after my last 'incident' used the same phrase. He and his partner were wearing masks, but that connection's not a coincidence, is it?"
"We don't believe so," Carlton says.
"Did they take one of Arkham's company cars, or is this about our little meeting?"
"Well, your encounter with these individuals may be of great use to us. They were arrested for grand theft auto five days ago. Now, we have...agreements, with the Miami law enforcement, to routinely screen any new arrests, and, well," he taps his finger on the photo of the girl. "We got ourselves a winner. Seems Jane Doe here has some latent psychic potential, something that's always of extreme interest to Arkham. It's also probably how she was able to escape police custody two nights ago, along with this thugged-out gentleman here," he adds, tapping on the other photo. "Since you've met them before, we're hoping you'll be able to help us bring her in."

>What changes, now that we're a Subject?
Subjects are in the permanent care of Arkham Research. You are considered far more dangerous (and valuable) as an asset than a normal Arkham employee. Specifics range from Subject to Subject, but you'll be a supernatural (some prefer 'extra-natural') employee of Arkham, rather than one of their prisoners. The downside is, leaving the employ of Arkham Research, which is difficult for regular employees, is impossible for Subjects.

>>14626205
"And put my FBI training to good use, right? No time travel, though, I'm assuming."

"I'm up for it, as long as I'm properly equipped. And I do mean 'properly.' Did I tell you they sent me to Afghanistan without any water?"

>>14626218
>The downside is, leaving the employ of Arkham Research, which is difficult for regular employees, is impossible for Subjects.

We'll probably get the chance to prove that wrong in the future.

"And put my FBI training to good use, right? No time travel, though, I'm assuming."
"Until such a time as it is deemed safe to resume experimentation with your abilities, you are discourages from any conscious attempts to instigate temporal shifts," Carlton says, as though reading from a cue card.
"I'm up for it, as long as I'm properly equipped. And I do mean 'properly.' Did I tell you they sent me to Afghanistan without any water?"
"Several times," Carlton says. "And we've explained the inherent risks of sending materials through the Origin machine. Babbage is still getting headaches over that missing backpack of yours. Seems we'll just have to cross our fingers on that one and hope it doesn't pop out in the path of John Wilkes Booth's bullet. Or anywhere, really."

"Now, this current assignment is a sensitive one. Arkham would rather have this girl as a willing participant than a prisoner. Re-education is a touchy business and very prone to failure. That's where you come in." You raise an eyebrow.
"We'd like for you to foster a connection with this girl, gain her confidence. If possible, get her to disclose to you any knowledge she has about her abilities, and then try to set up Arkham as a place that she can get help, can learn control, etc. etc. Some of our finest Subjects have come forward willingly. It's all about putting out the right feelers at the right time. Think you're up for it?"

>Anyone else having hella load issues with 4chan in general?

>>14626314
Sure thing, just lead the way. Is she at at Arkham already? Or still at the police station?

>>14626395
Yeah its been a bit iffy of late

"Sure thing, just lead the way. Is she at at Arkham already? Or still at the police station?"
"We have no idea where she is. As I said, she escaped from police custody two days ago. To make matters worse, they don't know who she actually is. 'Wires' is the only name they could get out of her, and she's not in the system, no ID on her. They're checking through missing persons databases now to try and find some probable matches, but until then, the only thing we have to go in is you. The crew she apparently runs with hangs out by the beach a lot, so you should start there. Oh, and, uh, don't forget..." Carlton pushes the syringe of serum towards you. "That's all we need is for you to go time-tripping again." The agents all watch you expectantly. With a sigh, you inject yourself. There's always that initial burning that spreads through your veins, a feeling of dizziness that slowly subsides. When you feel fine again, you stand up.
"What a shame, you won't get more wear out of your new uniform for awhile," Carlton says.

>>Roughly forty-five minutes later

The uniform they gave you fit like a glove. They street-clothes they gave you are a bit loose. You've been turned out onto the streets of Miami with one objective: find the girl known as Wires, and convince her to join up with Arkham and foster her psychic talents. You've been given the following:
-A wallet with 50 dollars in cash and a fake driver's license (your name is Nathaniel Greenstone)
-A prepaid cell phone
-1/8 oz of some pretty shitty looking marijuana
-1/16 oz of methamphetamine. The drugs are in case you need an 'in' with people that are felonious criminals and probably involved with the drug trade in some way.
-A 9mm pistol with a full magazine of ammo and explicit instructions to use it only in life-or-death emergencies.

>Is there anything else you explicitly requested for equipment? And if not-

>What do?

>>14626547
Hmmmm. I can't think of anything else we would need, seems more like a diplomacy mission than anything else. We should check out any car dealerships or large garages in the area, car stealing seems to be their thing. We might be able to find them or some of their crew in the act. Are there any large warehouse along the beach area? They would need a place to store them.

Aw hell yes, actually getting in on TimeQuest this time.

I was thinking about Bloodquest and remembered Subject 82's secret origins-a car thief. With precognition.

>my face when that Wires girl we met was Subject 82 and I totally missed it at first

>>14626547
A bottle of water and some sunglasses.

Are we getting backup on this mission? Will we be under surveillance?

A subcutaneous tracking device would be a good investment on their part, especially considering that we basically only do field missions.

>>14626547
>-A wallet with 50 dollars in cash and a fake driver's license (your name is Nathaniel Greenstone)
I request a fake name that gives me an excuse to respond to "Gil". I think we may have introduced ourselves, and if not it's a classic fake-out that I'd rather not fall for.

And sunglasses. Awesome sunglasses.

>>14626654
>my face when I get caught up and find we're supposed to catch her

>>14626688
Definitely need a proper fake name. They expect us to remember to answer to Nathaniel? Fuck's sake.

>Additional requests
You have a bottle of water. "No Complaining" is scribbled on the inside of the label.
Your driver's license reads "Nathaniel Gilroy Greenstone"

Peering over the rims of your sunglasses, you check the time. According to your cell phone, it's about 2:30 PM. Holy shit, your phone knows what time it is! Wonders never cease.

There are warehouses scattered around Miami, but you are currently in an area that seems to cater more towards the bar-and-restaurant crowd. To the south is probably where you'd find the more industrial/business-oriented buildings. If someone's trafficking in stolen cars, they'll have to end up down there eventually. Away from the beach and to the north are some car dealerships and parking structures for offices and the downtown area, which might be good targets for car thieves. And you remember mister "Roll Deep" mentioning something about a bar called Kincaide's.

>What do?

>>14626726
>I'll cop to nothing. And I frown on metagaming. :P

>>14626756
I say search for Kincaide's. Better to find them casually having a drink then "on the job".

The guy said Kincaid's was down by the beach, and if I remember right something about them having lots of conditions? Probably drugs. Let's start wandering down the beach looking for Kincaids.

>>14626782
Gotcha, no using the knowledge in-character. Just geeking out over the realization. I loved Bloodquest.

You wander down several streets, trying to find that bar the thief told you about. It's a little further from the beach than you would have thought, far enough that you can't hear the surf over the sounds of cars. There's no sign over the door, and the only reason you know you're looking at Kincaid's is that someone walks past you talking on a phone, saying "yeah, I'm at Kincaid's now."

It's a nondescript black-painted front with a window tinted into oblivion. You can make out the fuzzy halos of glowing beer logos through the glass. The reek of cigarettes extrudes at least fifteen feet away in every direction. Everything about this place screams "sketchy dealings; inquire within."

The door swings open with some difficulty. Your nostrils are accosted with the acrid haze of cheap cigarette smoke, eliciting a cough. A few eyes turn to you as you walk in, but nobody makes too much of a fuss. You wonder who Kincaid is.

Bar Population
-Bartender, a scrawny-looking twenty-something putting herself through college or maybe supporting some kind of habit
-Three bardwellers engaged in quiet conversation with one another
-Two separate tables of men, one playing poker, the other drinking stoically and talking about something or other.
-In the back, a thin man and a blond woman sharing a pitcher of beer.

>>14626949
Bartender first. Let's get a beer then see if we can overhear anybody's conversations without being obvious about it. We were trained by the FBI, we should be able to listen in on a few conversations unobtrusively.

>>14626949
First, to the bar. Make a little conversation with the bartender, ask about what's good in their drinks, segue into more general conversation about how things are if we can. Buy a drink, after we've been talking for a while maybe mention Wires as someone who told us to meet her here. But only if we think the bartender likes us.

You approach the bar, nodding to the bartender.
"Beer please," you say.
"What kind?" she responds.
"Cold and wet." she smirks at you, pouring you something from the tap and setting a pint glass in front of you.
"Three bucks," she says.

The other men at the bar seem to be talking about basketball, specifically which teams are likely to make it to the playoffs. From the way they talk about "beating the spread," these men are gamblers.

The poker players aren't talking much. Every one of them seems to be stonewalling the others, with no one really playing for fun or trying to banter their way into the others' heads.

One of the men at the other table is passed something, which he palms. He then takes a drink, slips some money under his glass, and leaves. One of the other men checks under the glass, looks angry, and follows him out.

The couple in the back are too far away and too quiet to hear.

>>14627063
Do this. Don't be surprised if we hear a fight outside.

>>14627063
>Make conversation
"So what's good here?" you ask.
"What, you don't like the beer?" she responds playfully.
"Beer's fine. Maybe something stronger?"
"Got a whiskey that goes down pretty smooth. Though you strike me as more of a vodka man."
>Are you a vodka man?

The man that left the bar returns, slipping something into his pocket. He flexes his right fist as though wringing out a pain, the reseats himself at the table with his two companions.

>>14627148
We are a vodka man. But good vodka, not the really cheap stuff.

Keep chatting and possibly flirting with the bartender unless she waves us off; drink, but slow. No one else is asking for drinks, so it's not like she's busy. We need to establish a contact here.

>>14627175
This. We need to play this carefully.

"You got that right," you say, "but none of the cheap stuff."
"Sure thing," she says with a smile, and pours you a shot.
"Why not pour yourself one?" you ask. "You don't seem too busy.
"You buying?" she winks.

A few minutes later, the two of you clink glasses. She downs her shot, while you sip slowly.
"So what's your name?" you ask.
"Sabrina," she responds. "What's yours?"

The three men at the table leave, leaving only the poker players, gamblers, and couple. However, before the door can close, another man comes in, a large African American gentleman who Sabrina seems to recognize.

"Someone called for you, sir, I left their number in your office," she says.
"Yeah, thanks," the man says. He seems distracted.

>>14627288
Ask her if that's Kincaid. If so, see if we can talk to him. If she asks why, tell her we're looking for a friend and heard Kincaid might know them.

>>14627288
You should try to casually slip in Wires name in now. If Sabrina doesn't know who she is maybe the new arrival does. Keep an eye out and see if he responses to the name being said.

>>14627288
Ask if that's the boss- presumably Kincaid by the name of the place? Keep it casual and friendly.

>>14627344
I don't think we were actually told that Kincaid might know anything about Wires. Though perhaps. I'd prefer a less direct tactic here. We can't afford to spook Wires, which means playing everything cautious and casual.

>>14627360
Fair enough. Ask Sabrina about Wires first then. Slip it casually into the conversation.

"That the boss?" you say, gesturing with your drink.
"Yeah," Sabrina says. "seems like a bit of a hard-ass, but as long as you're not on his bad side, you've got nothing to worry about. Certainly not the worst boss I've had."
"So, uh, I met a girl named Wires who told me about this place. She come around here?"
"Ugh, yeah, -I guess-," Sabrina says, pouring herself another shot and rolling her eyes. "Don't know what you'd want with that bitch, though."
"I know one of you is payin' for that booze," Kincaid says, pointing in your direction before disappearing through a door behind the bar.

>>14627436
Hmmm so it seems she doesn't like wires. We should say that she owes us something. If it sounds like we are bad news for wires, Sabrina might be more inclined to help us. Providing that opinion of us doesn't spread to wires. Maybe say something like: "Just between you and me, she owes me quite a lot. But it has been hard to find her. You wouldn't be able to help me out would you? But you will have to keep it on the down low."

You lean in, slipping her more money for the drink she just poured.
"Just between you and me, she owes me quite a lot. But it has been hard to find her. You wouldn't be able to help me out would you? But you will have to keep it on the down low."
"I can keep all sorts of things on the down low," Sabrina says, her face slightly flushed. You feel like you're not the first person to buy her drinks today.
"Tell you what," she says. "Give me your number, and I'll give you a call if she comes by. Though last I heard, she got picked up by the cops, so I wouldn't hold my breath."

>>14627585
Grin. "Sure. Here it is. And hey, if she doesn't come by, don't think that you can't call, all right?"

I am sad because we will never be able to leave Arkham and pick chicks up when we're not working.

Should we check on the guy who got his ass kicked outside?

TIME QUUUUUUUUUUUUEST!

>>14627662
None of our business. Maybe go talk to Kincaid, see if he knows anything? Otherwise go wander around the city's parking lots keeping an eye out until we see her or get a call.

>>14627745
What about the couple in the corner? Is the blonde her, maybe with a different dye-job?

Can we get a better look?

"Sure. Here it is. And hey, if she doesn't come by, don't think that you can't call, all right?" You pass her a napkin with your cell number scribbled on it. She takes it with a wink.
"Good to know," she says.
You stand to leave, but your eyes flash to the door as it is forced open.
"Yo yo yo, guess who isn't going to prison!" the man entering says. You recognize the voice immediately, if not the man himself.
Sabrina sighs. "And here I thought I wasn't going to have to look at you for a while, Lowball."
"Fat chance, bitch," he responds. "Hey, who beat the shit out of Dougie?" He finally notices you and cracks a wide grin.
"Oh hey, it's the space cadet from the other night! What up, brother?"

>>14627767
Time to bro it up. Maybe a story about running the streets? Do we know enough shit about cars to be convincing?

Come up with something about how we've been laying low after our incident, pulling little jobs here and there. Offer him meth as a peace offering?

HOLD THE FUCK UP!

We're subject 116?

We saw subject 116 suspended in that giant cylinder. God damn, we saw ourselves! They're gonna get anxious about us and our 'abnormality' and lock us away forever.

Fuck that.

>>14627807
Best not. We don't even know if he does meth. Just stick to broing it up.

>>14627853
We're still not sure how time works. If we go on the run, we could seriously fuck some shit up down the line.

On the other hand, they've given us a Subject designation even though they think we can control our powers a LOT more than we actually can. We may want to GTFO.

>>14627897
Well right now thins are chill, we've just got an easy mission, we might be able to use this time to research what has been happening and figure out what type of shit they may have planned for us.

>You know very little about cars

The Subject 116 epiphany hits you hard. You try to smile through it, but inside you have a small panic attack. Did you see an alternate future? The real future? An alternate present? Was there a Subject 116 before you? You're forced to backseat all these thoughts as Lowball claps you on the back.

"Shit, man, didn't think I'd ever see you again."
"Yeah, I've been...laying low. Doing odd jobs here and there."
"Yeah, odd jobs, I feel that bro. Wires and I got picked up trying to boost a couple Lambos from a valet lot. Good luck trying to keep Wires behind bars, though," he laughs. "I'm just lucky she decided to spring me with her. What brings you to Kincaid's?" He lowers his voice a bit. "Yo, you buyin' or selling, bro?"

>>14627955
We don't have anywhere NEAR enough drugs on us to be selling. Tell him we're looking to buy but don't know the area.

>>14627955
"New in town and you mentioned the place.... a drink here is as good as anywhere I suppose. Impressive you guys slipping away like that, how'd she work it? She meeting you here? I'd love the buy you guys a round for that lift a few weeks ago.

And buying or selling.....? Lowball, we're pals. I'm Sharing."

>Pull out drugs and show Lowball

"New in town and you mentioned the place.... a drink here is as good as anywhere I suppose. Impressive you guys slipping away like that, how'd she work it? She meeting you here? I'd love the buy you guys a round for that lift a few weeks ago. And, uh, looking to buy, but I don't really know the area. I got a little bit of crystal and some herb though," you smile disarmingly. "If you're nice maybe I'll share."

"Right on, brother! Second I saw your crazy-ass face I knew you liked to party! Wires had a hunch she could run us past the cops man...lucky girl! I'm actually supposed to meet her later, tryin' to put together a little, uh...odd job?"

>>14628107
"Odd eh? I'd be lying if I said I was doing well on my own around here. Never easy getting established in a new city y'know?

What kind of work you looking at? Grab a seat I'll go nab the first round"

>Go to bar. Order a round for our new pal. Give bartendress sexy look. Sit and talk with Lowball, wait for Wires.

"Odd eh? I'd be lying if I said I was doing well on my own around here. Never easy getting established in a new city y'know? What kind of work you looking at? Grab a seat I'll go nab the first round"
You approach the bar and order a round of beers. Sabrina gives you a raised eyebrow.
"Really, you're running with a skeez like Lowball?" You shrug. "Wires and Lowball," she shakes her head. "Don't tell me I was wrong about you."

You sit down with two beers at a table in the back, where Lowball has kicked his feet up on a neighboring chair.
"So, bro, I don't even know your name. Forgive a dude for being a little cautious, but, uh...kind of on the lam, right?" he takes a sip of beer.

>>14628294
Call me Gil. So, what's this job you mentioned?

"Names Nate. And yeah, had to get out of the last place, things got a little.... heavy. Sometimes you need a total change of scenery to get out of your own head and all.

Like I said, small jobs mostly, quick scores and always low risk. Just picking my way through til I can get enough scratch together to do something legitimate. Never been pinched, but better same than sorry.

How about you guys? Sounds like you've been in and out of clink. Must be nice to have a friend like her"

>Sip booze. BS and Wait for Wires. Disregard woman, execute mission.

>>14628294
"I'm Gil. Didn't I mention? I'm not exactly on the lam, but... there are a few places I won't be heading anytime soon."

>>14628360
>Disregard woman, execute mission.
We'll never get laid again if we do things that way. All our off-mission time is going to be spent in a damned Arkham cell, forever. Mission time is now our only possible personal time.

"Names Nate. Call me Gil. And yeah, had to get out of the last place, things got a little.... heavy. Sometimes you need a total change of scenery to get out of your own head and all."
"Right on, man, right on," Lowball says, drinking his beer.
"Like I said, small jobs mostly, quick scores and always low risk. Just picking my way through til I can get enough scratch together to do something legitimate. Never been pinched, but better safe than sorry."
"Bro, you do not want to go inside. I did a few weeks for some possession BS when I couldn't make bail, that was enough for me, yo."
"Must be nice to have a friend like Wires," you say with an eyebrow waggle.
"Yeah, you're not shitting. Though obviously nothing's perfect, we still got picked up. And, uh, there's the usual awkwardness between us, if you catch my drift. Took my shot and missed by a mile, yo," he smiles, but his mood seems undercut and he drinks his beer faster.

Forty minutes and four beers later, the door opens and Wires walks in, hair now a hasty brown still streaked with the old black. She sits down at the table, looking between the two of you.
"Who the fuck is this?" she says to Lowball. "Never mind, shut up. Who the fuck are you?" she says to you.

>>14628456
"You don't recognize me? That hurts. Though I do suppose that your last words to me were 'fuck off', so I shouldn't be surprised. I'm Gil."

"You don't recognize me? That hurts. Though I do suppose that your last words to me were 'fuck off', so I shouldn't be surprised. I'm Gil."
Wires smiles, her eyes squinting up.
"That's nice. What part of 'fuck off' did you get hung up on?"
Lowball sinks in his chair.
"Yo, why you gotta be such-"
"Don't. Don't speak. I should have left you in your cell. We're -wanted-, Lowball. Do you think that makes it a good idea to be signing on strangers? You think Kincaid is going to go for this?" She looks back to you.
"How do we know you're not some kind of rat?"

>>14628558
"You can strip search me for wires if you want sweetcheeks."

whoa hey, Timequest! I'll say, I do love this quest, it has interesting time travel implications.

"You can strip search me for wires if you want sweetcheeks."

>Roll a d100

>>14628558
Raise eyebrow. "I'd have to be a damned clever rat to have brilliantly manipulated myself into this invite by standing cluelessly in the middle of a road. No offense, but if I'm a mastermind on that level I'd probably have a better plan than sitting here drinking beer with Lowball."

rolled 51 = 51

>>14628607
Say this too.

rolled 39 = 39

>>14628597
No bugs here, but maybe you'll find lice. Ha!

rolled 2 = 2

>>14628597

>>14628627
I should never roll dice

>>14628574
>>14628597
Oh god why are we saying this

It is a terrible plan

>>14628621
>51

Wires is stronger than she looks. Her fist glances off your cheekbone, sending you teetering backwards. She is quickly on the table, scattering beer glasses and grabbing you by the collar of your shirt. Her fist comes back again, but a booming voice stops the proceedings.
"DAMN it, Wires! I'd appreciate it if you'd stop beating the shit out of my customers! At least the ones that pay."
You and Wires both look over at the back door of the bar. Kincaid's frame fills the doorway, his eyes fixed on you. Wires releases your shirt, and your chair topples backwards, landing you on your back with a gasp.
"Sorry, Kincaid." she mumbles.
"I ain't the one you need to be apologizing to," the burly man growls.
"...." Wires stares daggers at you.
"-Sorry-," she hisses at last.

>>14628688
Laugh it off. "No worries, good hit. Looks like you can do more than drive. And to answer your question, I'd have to be a damned clever rat to have brilliantly manipulated myself into this invite by standing cluelessly in the middle of a road. No offense, but if I were a mastermind on that level I'd probably have a better plan than sitting here drinking beer and enjoying your charm."

Raise a hand to Kincaid. "Thanks for that!" And visibly throw a twenty on the table to demonstrate that you are, in fact, one of the customers that pays.

rolled 18 = 18

>>14628758
Good save. Do this.

>>14628758
Definitely thirding this.
Also, TIME QUEST YES!

>"How do we know you're not some kind of rat?"
show meth to wires

You chuckle as you stand up. "No worries, good hit. Looks like you can do more than drive. And to answer your question, I'd have to be a damned clever rat to have brilliantly manipulated myself into this invite by standing cluelessly in the middle of a road. No offense, but if I were a mastermind on that level I'd probably have a better plan than sitting here drinking beer and enjoying your charm."
"Thanks for that!" you call to Kincaid, tossing a twenty on the table (money remaining: $7).
"Either of you two know this gentleman?" Kincaid says, looking at you.
"Yeah, man, that's uh...that's Gil!" Lowball says.
"Then the three of you, get back here."
Lowball hops off his chair and moves towards the office. Wires steps close to you, putting her hand on your chest.
"If you're going to try to fuck us over, I'm going to find out about it, and I'm going to kill you."

>>14628872
"About what I'd expect, really. At least I'll know one of us is paying attention, eh?" Grin as disarmingly as we can manage, not that I expect it to do much.

>"If you're going to try to fuck us over, I'm going to find out about it, and I'm going to kill you."
Respond with: "Cool story bro."
Follow Kincaid to his ... whereever he's leading us.

>>14628952
I'm willing to bet she's some kind of mind reader or emotion reader. So, while saying 'Cool Story Bro', rethink of your time killing Hassan in Afghanistan. The bits with the men rushing with AK-47.

>>14628952
>Respond with: "Cool story bro."
Dammit, our objective here is to befriend this woman and make her willingly sell her soul to a faceless corporation that sees her more as a test subject than a person. Pissing her off DOES NOT HELP.

>>14628872
"Don't you think it'd be stupid for a new guy in town to willingly make enemies? I don't want that. Trust me, if there's one thing I'm not, it's stupid." Proceed to follow Kincaid

>>14628980
Saying "Cool Story Bro" does not piss someone off.

>>14628994
She seems a little easy to piss off, man.

Woman is a firecracker. Do not give her a quarter of an excuse.

"About what I'd expect, really. At least I'll know one of us is paying attention, eh?" You grin disarmingly. You can feel her hand twitching on your chest. You raise your hands.
"Don't you think it'd be stupid for a new guy in town to willingly make enemies? I don't want that. Trust me, if there's one thing I'm not, it's stupid."
She turns away from you and walks through the door to Kincaid's office. When you follow, you find Kincaid already talking with Lowball.
"Alright, everybody have a seat," Kincaid says when you enter. "Wires, Lowball, I know you two are itching to get back out there and make some money. But you guys are too hot to handle right now, they've got every cop on the street looking at your mug shots. You need to lay low, for a week, for a month, take it easy and don't do anything that draws too much attention to yourself."
Wires scoffs. Lowball looks dejected.
"Man, I got bills, yo!"
"Then don't get caught," Kincaid says plainly. "Now, you, Gil." He crosses his fingers and sets his hands on his desk. "Lowball here says you're looking for work?"

>>14629065
Yep. I got bills too. You got a job for me?

>>14629065
"I am. I usually only do low-risk, unless the payment's right."

>>14629065
Yep. Something in the Debt collection or the Car moving lines of work seems good this time of year.

"I am. I usually only do low-risk, unless the payment's right. You got a job for me?"
Kincaid glares stonily at you for a few moments.
"Well, Lowball here vouches for you, as much as Lowball can vouch for anyone." Lowball throws his hands up in a "what the fuck" gesture.
"Man, Kincaid, why you always gotta-"
"Point is, yeah, I got a job for you. Start you off small, just a little pick-up from a friend of mine out in the boonies. Low profile. Take a bag there, pick a bag up and bring it back. Think you can handle it?"

>>14629263
"Oh, yeah. That's not a problem for me at all. Give me the directions, and I'll be on it."

>>14629263
"Sounds simple enough. You expecting any problems?"

>>14629263
Your friend a cool guy? Anything I need to do to prove I'm workin' for ya?

"Oh, yeah. That's not a problem for me at all. Give me the directions, and I'll be on it. You expecting any problems?"
Kincaid laughs, a hearty baritone.
"If I was, I sure as shit wouldn't be sending you, would I?"
"I'll drive," Wires says quietly.
"What the fuck did I just get through explaining to you?" Kincaid asks.
"You said this was low-profile! And who's gonna make sure this ass doesn't just drive off with your stuff?"
Kincaid scratches his chin.

>Speak up in favor of bringing Wires along?
>Say you can handle this on your own?
>Let Kincaid make his own decision?

>>14629347
"Why, Wires, how could I possibly object to the pleasure of your company?" Shit-eating grin. "Maybe when the job is done we can share boxing tips. But promise to keep it professional 'til then, will you? Jobs are serious business."

>>14629347
"Hey, if it matters at all, I'm sure she could be of some help. After all, she knows the streets better than me, and if something does go wrong, it'd be nice to have a bit of backup."

>>14629347
Your job, your choice, Kincaid. Lowball said she's got good instincts, I wouldn't mind having her along.

"Why, Wires, how could I possibly object to the pleasure of your company? Maybe when the job is done we can share boxing tips. But promise to keep it professional 'til then, will you? Jobs are serious business."
"Yeah, I don't need people getting popped in the face in the middle of some routine shit!" Kincaid breaks in. "That was some seriously childish shit, Wires."
"Hey, if it matters at all, I'm sure she could be of some help. After all, she knows the streets better than me, and if something does go wrong, it'd be nice to have a bit of backup."
Kincaid breathes heavily. Wires smiles awkwardly.
"Well alright," Kincaid says. "There and back again."
"Hell yes, bro!" Lowball says. "Welcome to the crew!"
"None of that shit!" Kincaid growls. "You get back with my shit, then we can party or whatever the fuck."
"Yo, if Wires is on a job, maybe you got somethin' for-"
"Sweep the bar," Kincaid says, pointing to the office door.

>>Fifteen minutes later.

Say what you will about Wires' temper, she knows how to drive a vehicle. Kincaid's "company car" winds its way northward and westward, around the city and towards the swamplands Kincaid sent you off towards.
"So what the fuck," Wires says, eyes on the road. "You reek of bullshit, Gil. What brings you to Miami?"

>>14629347
Let the girl come. It'd help to have someone who knows the neighbourhood.
(Protip: We wish to talk to the girl about her precognition, and this gives us an excuse. Nobody needs to know this, though)

>"You reek of bullshit, Gil. What brings you to Miami?"
I'm curious about your precognition and how the f*ck you managed to outwit the pigs. Seriously? I'm on the lookout for people with extraordinary abilities, such as you.

>>14629512
Laugh harshly. "Not anything I wanted, let me tell you. I wish to hell I was back in Michigan."

Do not give details. If she presses, say "Look, much as I'd love to share life stories, let's save that for after we get paid and are drinking."

My last job in New York got a bit hot. Had to get out quick. Didn't have time to bring more than the clothes on my back and didn't get much choice in my destination.
(We know she's got some kind of psychological thing that makes her attractive to Arkham. Let's not outright lie to her.)

>>14629512

"I am actually a secret agent for a shadowy government agency" and then wiggle our fingers mysteriously with a huge grin on our face. Follow with "Naw, just screwing with ya. Just trying to live the American dream"

>So many lies and half-truths
If anybody wants to consolidate opinions, that'd be cool. Otherwise, gimme a minute to try and mash some of these together so everyone gets a say.

Welp, guess we have to decide exactly how high we set the bullshit slider.

>>14629590
We were never in New York. That is an outright lie; do not say it.

>>14629583
Do not blatantly say that we know or think that she's precognitive, particularly since we don't know it in-character. All we know is that she's a latent psychic.

>>14629591
We could open with that first line, but the second seems a weak follow-up.

>>14629627
o shit, I forgot that was Michigan, not New York.

>>14629618
Please avoid outright bullshitting her. Half-truths only. >>14629584 is good, although it doesn't really convince her to talk much. >>14629591 will just make her think we're a smartass, and the others are lies or way too blatant about our intentions.

>Take your time, i'm heating up leftovers

>>14629682

Did we not already present ourself as a smart ass? We would be staying consistent, if nothing else. Maybe add something flattering to her driving skills at the end?

"I am actually a secret agent for a shadowy government agency," you say, waggling your fingers. Wires keeps her eyes on the road, but she does not look amused. You sigh and begin, as genuinely as possible.
"Not anything I wanted, let me tell you. My last job got a bit hot. Had to get out quick. Didn't have time to bring more than the clothes on my back and didn't get much choice in my destination. I wish to hell I was back in Michigan."
"What sort of job was that?" she asks icily.
"Look, much as I'd love to share life stories, let's save that for after we get paid and are drinking."
"Fine," Wires says, and lapses into silence.

The buildings begin to thin out around you, replaced by retention ponds, palmettos, and shacks. Finally she pulls onto a dirt driveway.
"Why'd we even bring you?" she says, smirking at you. "Could have done this myself."

>>14629871
"I could say the same, but what is life without pleasurable company?"

Mentally review what Kincaid told us about his contact, what exactly we're to get, how we were told to identify ourselves, etc. etc.

>>14629871

"True. But I have my doubts Kincaid would have let you given the circumstances. Eitherway, I am glad for the company"

"I could say the same, but what is life without pleasurable company?"
Wires laughs. "You're worse at this than Lowball."

>Review assignment
You are to talk to a man named Santo.
You are to give him the bag in your possession. You suspect it contains money.
You are to get the bag in his possession. You suspect it contains drugs or weapons.
Saying that Kincaid sent you should be sufficient.

Wires parks the car a few dozen feet away from a rickety-looking wooden house. A few Latino gentlemen are sitting on the porch, barely visible in the evening light.
"Let's get this over with," Wires says, getting out of the car.

>>14629973
>Wires laughs. "You're worse at this than Lowball."
"Ouch. That hurts."

>"Let's get this over with," Wires says, getting out of the car.
Well, this should be simple enough. Take our bag, get out of the car with our hands visibly empty, wave to the Latinos. Walk over and say that we're looking for Santo, from Kincaid. Keep a friendly demeanor unless they show signs of belligerence.

>>14629973

Follow Wires lead, but look for anything out of the ordinary. And for the love of god, look for an escape route now. Hell, might be worthwhile to have wires in the car with the engine running. Just in case.

"Ouch. That hurts." you say, trying to keep the banter cheerful.
Getting out of the car, you heft your bag, a bulging workout bag, and wave to the Latinos.
"Evening, gentlemen," you say. "Kincaid sends his best. Is Santo around?"
One of the men grunts at you. The other disappears into the house.
"You were born to do this," Wires says from behind you, looking at her nails.

After a few minutes, a man appears in the doorway. He steps out onto the porch, but the light from the setting sun catches him, and he steps back into the shadows.
"Hey, who the fuck are you?" he shouts. "And hey! hey-y-y, I know that sweet-looking little chocha! You're that car thief Kincaid's always bragging about."
The sun is actively sinking below the horizon, casting more of the porch in shadow. The man steps forward a bit. He grins with bony white teeth, scratching a hand across his shaved scalp.
"Kincaid hire a new workhorse, eh?"

>>14629973
Before leaving the car, make sure our weapon is in working order and has a bullet in the chamber. We've killed three people so far. We're getting used to it if we have to.

>>14630104
Yep. You got the package?

>>14630104
Give a shrug and grin. "He seemed to think that the others might want to take it easy for a while." Raise the bag. "But, to business. If you're Santo, this is for you. You have Kincaid's goods?"

>>14630104

"Yup. Names' Gil. Pleasure to meet you in person, Santos." Smile and hold the bag up. "And I believe this is yours"

"He seemed to think that the others might want to take it easy for a while." You lift the bag. "If you're Santo, this is for you. You got the package?"
The man nods, inching further across the porch.
"Yeah, man, I'm Santo. Hey, vaya consiga la mota!" he hisses at the other man on the porch, who disappears into the house.
"Say, chica, how about you come in here and give us a taste, eh? I'll even throw in a little extra for your boss."
Wires crosses her arms, tossing her hair and sniffing disdainfully.
The Latino returns with two backpacks, and two more Latinos. He hands the backpacks to Santo, who tosses them at you.
"There you go, hermano. Fresh off the vine!" he and the others laugh. "Now toss me that cash! And, eheheheh, last chance chocha."
Wires flips Santo the bird, her lip curled.

>>14630255
Hop in the car and take a look in the bags before we drive away. Ask Wires if what we got is what we were supposed to get, she'd know better than we do.

This is looking like a set up. "Check the bags."

>>14630285
Oh, and toss them the cash before getting in the car. Didn't realize we hadn't yet.

>>14630255
Toss it to him gently, so that it'll be easy to catch. "Pleasure doing business with you, Santo. See you around." Pick up the backpacks and move for the car. Put them where they won't roll around or be visible from outside, if possible.

If Wires delays because Santo is messing with her, say, "Hey, Wires! You coming, or planning on letting me drive?" Hopefully that will draw her out of the situation delicately.

>>14630255

Toss him the cash. "It has beens a pleasure, Santo, but I believe it is time to call it a night. Look forward to working with you in the future, and I will give Kincaid your regards" Lets get out of there before Wires gets pissed enough to do something really, really stupid

>>14630290
>>14630285
There is no point in checking the bags. We were told to get whatever Santo gave us without being told what that actually is; that means that we're a blind courier, with no business in what's in the bags. If Santo gave us shit, then we give Kincaid the shit and the two of them have a problem.

>>14630309
We can take a look to make sure we aren't carrying severed heads or a bomb or something. Useful to know even if we aren't sure what we were supposed to get.

>>14630332
If we are carrying severed heads or a bomb, Kincaid gets severed heads or a bomb. He told us to bring whatever is in the bags; that's what he gets. And with Wires here, visibly showing distrust of any end of this operation seems unwise to me. We could ask her if she wants to check the bags, but we should not do so on our own.

>>14630332

Either way we take a risk. I still think our best bet is to get out of there now before shit starts hitting the proverbial fan. We can always check on the road, but I am against it. Nothing good will come of knowing what we just did

>>14630356
Guess you have a point. Toss the cash, hop in the car, ask Wires if we should check the bags or just head back.

You toss the bag gently. It arcs through the air and lands at the foot of the porch stairs. Santo moves forward, but stops at the top of the stairs, eying the last patches of fading sunlight dancing on the ground. With a murmured 'chingar', he snaps his fingers and one of the other Latinos descends the stairs and fetches the bag, returning it to Santo's outstretched hands. Unzipping it, he peeks inside. Satisfied, he gestures to the backpacks.
"All yours hermano."
You walk forward casually, picking up the backpacks before backing towards the car.
"It has been a pleasure, Santo, but I believe it is time to call it a night. Look forward to working with you in the future, and I will give Kincaid your regards"
The Latinos laugh. Santo lets out a whistle that draws your gaze and stops you in your tracks.
"You should have just let me have a little taste, chocha," he says to Wires. "Now you've gone and got me all...testy. And you're right about just one thing, gringo..." he steps down the stairs as the last rays of the sun sink behind the palmettos. "...it's time to call it a night." He laughs as his pupils dilate inhumanly, licking his lips.
"Why didn't I see any of this..." Wires whispers to herself.

>What do?

>>14630465
Grab the girl, dive over the hood of the car, and pull out our pistol. Action hero time, motherfucker. Fucking vampires.

>>14630465
Now would be a good time to grab the bags, hop in the car and start driving, yes?

If we're SERIOUSLY about to be stopped by gangsters on a courier run for those very same gangsters, inform them that delaying Kincaid's couriers will upset him.

>>14630486
Get Wires into the car and have her start it up while we open fire on the bastard. We want to not be here NOW.

>>14630465
"Wires, MOVE! Start the car now!" Chuck the backpacks in that direction and get our pistol out. "Santo, I'm sure you've got plenty of people you're not doing business with. Let's part on amicable terms."

You toss the bags over the hood of the car, drawing your gun.
"Get in and start it. Get in and start it!" you say to Wires. She backs away, but seems fixated on the approaching Santo.
"Yes, relax, chocha. Mmmm, I can't decide what to do to you first..." the others on the porch are drawing weapons. Things are getting very serious very fast, and Wires seems totally out of it.
"You're...you're really going to piss Kincaid off with this shit!" you say, leveling the gun at Santo.
"Ah, forget about that puta negra! Thanks to my new friend and his, eh...gift, we're gonna rule the streets! We're gonna rule the night! We're gonna rule this whole fucking town, and everybody in it!" He cackles wildly. It seems like whatever he's on, he's on a bit too much of it.

>What do? Dice where appropriate

rolled 19 = 19

>>14630591
Move between Wires and Santo. Block his line of sight to her. If she's still out of it, step on her foot- maybe pain will help. "There are worse things than you in the night, Santo. You'll just end up taking a lot of people down with you." If Santo keeps coming, pop a bullet in his skull.

>>14630610
Oh shit. So much for being an FBI trained shooter, we'll be lucky to not kill Wires with a richochet with that kind of roll.

rolled 42 = 42

>>14630610
When everthing goes horribly wrong, take the inevitable hit on our left arm and protect Wires.

"There are worse things than you in the night, Santo. You'll just end up taking a lot of people down with you." You step over between him and Wires, gun trained on him.
"Wires, snap out of it!" you say, stepping on her foot.
>19
Wires doesn't respond, except to step forward, trying to to get around you to Santo.
"HAHAHAhahahahaha! You see, gringo! She's seen the light...you will too." the Latino fixes his gaze on you, attempting to devour you with the intractable voids of his...powerful...unavoidable...eyes...

>Roll dice

rolled 43 = 43

>>14630693
Fuck that. We've travelled through time with Cthulhu-esgue beings swarming all over us. a fucking vampire's gaze isn't going to phase us.

rolled 50 = 50

>>14630693
Dican.

rolled 4 = 4

>>14630693
Good ol' tg dice.

>>14630734
>>14630732
>>14630660
>>14630610
>>14628769
>>14628622
>>14628621
Wow. only one roll in all of these is over 50, and that was a 51. I'm gonna need to photoshop this and we're only 3 threads in.

rolled 99 = 99

>>14630732
>>14630734
>>14630804
>Good ol' tg dice.
You said it. Bloody hell.

>43
Santo places his hand on your throat.
"Fuck....this..." you murmur through grit teeth.
"Her maybe," Santo says. "But don't flatter yourself."
>50
You can feel the various parts of your body being pulled backwards. You struggle for breath against Santo's iron grip. When you feel like your veins are about to burst, everything slips into blackness.

The backpacks land in a heap a few feet from you
"There you go, hermano. Fresh off the vine!" he and the others laugh. "Now toss me that cash! And, eheheheh, last chance chocha."
Wires flips Santo the bird, her lip curled.
You gasp for breath. You can still feel his hands on you. You've got maybe 45 seconds of daylight.

>>14630817
>I feel really bad about all these rolls, so I'll use that 99 for something cool someone suggests later in this thread.

>>14630868
Grab Wires, turn us both away and start walking. Ready the pistol. Tell her we need to go.

>>14630853
Toss the cash and grab the bags quickly. "Wires, get the car going. We're burning daylight." Make sure she moves. In 45 seconds, I want to be in that car and driving out of here.

>>14630895
We need to finish the job, or at least give the appearance of finishing the job, or she won't cooperate. She said that she didn't see this coming, remember? How are we supposed to convince her that they're all fucking vampires when she can use her precog to say "no, they're not"? Our only realistic option is to finish the job fast, and get paranoid once we're in the car.

>>14630868
Start a fight with Wires. Get her looking at you, not Santos. Then when 45 seconds are up, she's on our side, not charmed.

Maximum sarcasm ==> "What of it Wires? Fancy a night with friendly Mr. Santo?" When she inevitably gets pissed, intend to catch a fist to your face. Use that as a cue to head to the car with the bags. "Let's just hurry this up; man, I'm so tired of getting punched. . ."

By then, we should be in the car, Santos should be checking the bags. . . Anything unusual happens, at least we're in the ride.

>>14630922
Right. Grab the back packs and then do what I said.

>>14630935
Better yet: get job done ASAP, grab her ass while we're turning to the car. Get her attention to you, then when you're both in the car, get your face as serious as possible. Then tell her that it was close. Keep it as vague as it is.

You toss the cash-bag quickly.
"Well, this has been fun. Let's go Wires...we're burning daylight."
Santo looks in the bag as you grab the backpacks. He looks at the sliver of sunlight, then back at you.
"Hey hey hey!" he says, laughing disarmingly, turning out the bag on the steps. "Hey, what is this, man? Did you count this? Kincaid trying to screw me or something?" his tone becomes increasingly hostile with each question. Your hand grips the gun in your pocket.
"Hey uh," you chuckle, "yeah, Kincaid said if there wasn't enough you should take the girl. Right Wires?"
"UGH!" Wires stomps over to you. "You are insufferable!"
"Sounds like a fair trade to me!" Santo shouts.
"Yeah, Wires. Fancy a night with friendly Mr. Santo?"
You take the punch believably, stumbling back against the car. Santo is descending the steps of the house.
"Whatever, man, I'm tired of getting hit. Let's just get out of here."
Wires opens the car door and starts the engine.
"Don't fucking move, Gringo..." Santo says, the sunlight sinking away to nothing.
"Great, here come the fucking eyes..." you mutter.

>What do?

>>14630971
We've got 45 seconds, no way do we have enough time to deal with pissing her off and still get to the car, and it's not like Santos is going to just sit there. He's just waiting for the sun to fall before attacking.

>>14630999
Hop in the car and tell her to drive. If Santos rushes us, pull the gun and empty the clip without looking him in the eyes.

>>14630999
Just walk to the car. Don't turn around, but say, "Whatever! Take it with Kincaid if you have to, but we gotta motor, or Kincaid will have our necks."

>>14631013
Although make sure we aim first. Center of mass then let her rip.

Someone please tell me we have more than one mag for the gun.

>>14630999
Incidentally, is our water blessed? hehe.

Serious Idea though. If we are not escaping right now, then we pass the gun to Wires.
A) Improves trust between us.
B) We are dicing like babies. . . I'd trust her with a gun and precognition versus our FBI training and TG dicer.
C) She can shoot undistracted like, from the safety of the car. We may have to dodge/punch Santos a bit, (Or get smacked around), but she could put some Mach 1 lead into trouble if we need to.

Just long enough for us to get into the car too.

>>14630999
Do not look at his damn eyes. Get in the car with the backpacks. "Wires DRIVE, and don't look at him."

>>14631032
>That's just too perfect

You open the car door, waving Santo off.
"Whatever! Take it up with Kincaid if you have to, but we gotta motor, or Kincaid will have our necks."
"I'M GONNA HAVE YOUR NECKS!" Santo says, racing down the stairs, advancing on you like the shroud of night itself.

>99

Avoiding his eyes, you squeeze the trigger, emptying four or five rounds in his direction. When you look, you see that he's on the ground, quivering, blood pooling around him. The other gangsters are drawing weapons.
"Let's go! Let's go!" you say, jumping in the car. Without closing the door, you open fire on the gangsters, hitting two of them and peppering the area with fire. Wires spins the tires, reversing the car down the dirt driveway. You slam the door shut seconds before it would have gotten sheared off by a tree. Wires spins the wheel, turning the car into the main road.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?!" she screams, flooring it.
"Just drive," you say, looking back up the driveway at the swiftly advancing form of Santo, shirt bloodied and teeth bared.

>>14631096
Check the gun-we have any rounds left? Spare mags?

Pull out our cell phone and dial Arkham-we've got to have their number memorized. I think they'd love to hear about a vampire walking the streets-sounds right up their alley.

rolled 11 = 11

>>14631096
If we are clearing distance, good. Get on the phone. Realize we can't call Kincaid, since we don't know his number. Ask Wires for the number to Kincaid.

If Santos is gaining, put our last shot in him. Else, wait for the right moment, and tell Wires to slam on the brakes, Dump reverse and get him under the tires.

>>14631096
Talk casual, like we do this every day.
"Good points: We have the goods and we're both alive. Better than the last time we did this. Bad points: Vampire chasing us and I'm short on bullets. I don't suppose you have anything good against vampires on you?"

>>14631096
Drive quickly, don't look back, just fucking go.
Our role, while Wires drives, is probably to phone Arkham about a f*cking vampire.

>>14631123
>Rounds left
If you've been counting right, 1. Maybe 0, maybe 2, things have been hectic.
"Good points: We have the goods and we're both alive. Bad points: Vampire chasing us and I'm short on bullets."
"Vampire-?!" Wires says.
Both of you are interrupted by the screeching of nails on metal. Looking back, you can see Santo climbing onto the car, fingers dug fully into the chassis. He laughs insanely, blood trailing from his wounds and his mouth.
"Gil..." Wires says, swerving the wheel. Santo's fingers dig in like claws, sliding backwards but clinging on.
"I hope I counted right," you say, leveling the gun and pulling the trigger.

>Roll dice, God help me for not just giving it to you.

rolled 45 = 45

>>14631234
Here goes everything.

rolled 12 = 12

>>14631234
Better roll is better

rolled 52 = 52

>>14631267
>>14631244
Dudes, roll better.

rolled 46 = 46

>>14631282
Yeah, the cockiness only invites karma (The bad twin)

OOC Also, can I noko and dice in the same post?

>>14631244
>45
>Actually one of the better rolls this evening
>Lower that bar!

The bullet goes straight between the gangster's eyes. His body goes limp, still clinging doggedly to the car for a few seconds before tumbling off and disappearing into the growing darkness behind you. There is only the rev of the engine and the panicked breathing of the two of you. Wires grips the wheel with white knuckles.
"Wires, are you-?"
"Helen."
"What?"
"Helen. My name is Helen."
You nod in silence.

>That's it for this evening. I'll archive the thread in a moment. Everybody having fun?

rolled 72 = 72

>>14631244
>>14631267
>>14631282
>>14631295

Shit, let's kick it into maximum overdrive.

>>14631313
Well fuck, had I been a few minutes quicker...

Good thread tonight, Stoner, any idea when we can expect the next?

>>14631312
>Everybody having fun?
You better believe it. I am literally now going to sleep because the thread is over so there's no reason to still be awake.

Please state future planned schedule, so that I can wait in drooling anticipation.

rolled 32 = 32

>>14631312
Yeah, having fun. I approve.

I say we get honest with Wires on the way home. (Not fully honest), but open up. Build trust. Explain what we know about general paranormal stuff. She might talk about precog stuff, totally go with it.

If, in the distance future, she is taken to / working for the agency, we should make plans to secretly watch each other's backs and never be slaves to them. Even if this means recruiting new 'talent' to the agency for the express purpose of recruiting that 'talent' to our own personal team of loyalties and bro-ship.

>Next quest
Thursday or Friday? Probably going to the doctor in the next few days to get a persistent chest pain checked out, so who knows, maybe I'll be dead. Email me if you want to yell at me about something, or if you'd like me to email you when quest threads go up.

But yeah, Thursday or Friday I think.

Thread's been archived. Throw me some votes!

>>14631504
Man, I...I don't rightly know.
I think /tg/ would frown upon it, but what do I know?

>Helen

Oh, wow.

>>14631528
People seemed fond of Bloodquest 0, but that was back in the modless days.

>>14631544
It's a shame I never saw the original Bloodquest. I looked it up on suptg, but it started at 5. Would I still be able to pick it up from there?

>>14631614
The links to the first 4 are in the beginning of BQ5. Also, if you search for "Blood Quest" with the space instead of "Bloodquest", you'll find most of the ones missing from the lineup.
It's a pretty good read. I probably haven't topped it yet. It certainly makes TimeQuest more interesting once you get the endless shameless self-referencing I keep throwing in everywhere.

>>14631629
Well, in that case, I'm certainly going to check it all out. But, tomorrow. Sleep time is now for me.
Hope to see the next thread later this week, bro!