>>28005288
Snow angel obviously

>>28005288
Cloakroom door

>>28005288

We heal 20 times faster so the bruise should heal in a couple of hours and the the wrist in a day or less.

>>28005288
>>[ ] Try to enter via the cloakroom door.

I don't suppose we could use our enhanced Senses and dexterity to lockpick the door, could we?

>>28005410
How would one go about that?

>>28005410
What would we pick it with?

>>28005288
>>[ ] Try to enter via the kitchen door.
get some food too we hungry as fuck

>[X] Cloakroom door.

You drag yourself up, glancing both ways for any watchful eyes. Content that your embarrassing defeat at the hands of gravity has gone unnoticed, you shrug your invisibility back on, fading out and trudging around the building to the door you and Kevin used. Should be easier to open, seeing as he pretty much turned the lock to shit all with those deathly hands of his.

Unsurprisingly, the lock hasn’t been replaced. You push your weight up against the door testily and find that it offers some sturdy resistance. Feels like someone’s wedged something in there to stop it from opening.

Fair enough.

>[ ] You’re mildly super-strong. Put some more force into it.
>[ ] Try the kitchen door instead.
>[ ] Try the climb again instead.
>[ ] Write in.

>>28005453
I'd presume echo location or something.
I doubt we have enough sense to pull something like that off just yet, that seems like 4th level or 5th level.

>>28005590
>>[ ] Try the kitchen door instead.

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>>28005453
You could try putting your ear to the lock, use your pins to hit the discs inside the lock -with enhanced hearing telling us if we hit a sour spot or something- and then twist it. People in tv do it all the time with hairpins.

Maybe we should invest in some thieves toolkit or something.

>>28005590
>[x] You’re mildly super-strong. Put some more force into it.
If an old nun can push it, so we can!

>>28005590
See if you can't push the door open.
We can always just leg it if somebody comes.

>>28005599
Yeah, I was more wondering what you'd use as a lockpick.

>>28005626
I guess it'd be remotely possible to try using your claws to do this, seeing as these are rather old, spacious locks. It wouldn't be easy, though.

>>28005590
Wait, it;s wedged.
Look for something in the garden(a broom, some rusty pipe maybe) to try and unwedge whatever she put in there.

If that fails, HULK SMASH THAT PLANK USING THE TOOL PREVIOUSLY DESCRIBED!

>>28005740
>>28005740

Way to be inconspicuous. We are sneaking in right?

>[X] Put some more force into it.

You move in closer, dig your feet deep into the snow, and put your back into it.

The portal resists for a moment before you find yourself ploughing forward, something grinding nosily against the floorboards inside. You’re just about fast enough to reach out and grab whatever it is – oh, it’s a chair, it seems – before it clatters down on the floor.

Still, that was relatively noisy. This place creaks a little whenever the wind blows hard enough, like an old man slowly coughing his way toward death, but you’d be surprised if nobody heard that.

>[ ] Press yourself up against the wall. Be small.
>[ ] Try to make it through into the main entrance before someone comes looking.
>[ ] Write in.

>>28005866
>>[ ] Try to make it through into the main entrance before someone comes looking.

>>28005866
Move the chair in such a way that it looks like it fell naturally due to a gust of wind hitting the door.

>>28005866
>>[ ] Try to make it through into the main entrance before someone comes looking.

>>28005866

We are invis right?

>>28005900
>>28005900
This

>>28005866
Stick to the ceiling, using only our feet and the non-fucked up wrist.

>>28005866
>[ ] Try to make it through into the main entrance before someone comes looking.

>>28005900

seconding

>>28005900
How in the world could you possibly move a chair to look like that?

So far we're tied between getting into the main entrance as quickly as possible and simulating a breeze/replacing the chair.

I'll give it a minute or two then roll it off.

>>28005866
Main Entrance

>>28006023
By making it fall in such a manner that the part that was leaning on the door is blocking the door from being opened fully rather than being moved from the front of the door by somebody entering.

>>28006133
>by making it fall
By moving it* I meant

Basically, if the thing fell naturally, it would have most likely been because the door was rocking the chair with gusts of wind, enough to make it fall.

This isn't enough force to move it away from the door however, it is enough to move it so the door is slightly open, but the fallen chair is still blocking it partially

>>28006181
>Basically, if the thing fell naturally, it would have most likely been because the door was rocking the chair with gusts of wind, enough to make it fall.
What gusts of wind? From where? It's cold outside, not windy.

>[X] Try to make it through into the main entrance.

You try to treat as lightly as possible over the groaning floorboards, making your way down the long corridor to the main entrance.

The huge window hanging over the front door is a halo of icy-soft snowlight, casting a net of mangled shadows across the ranks of looming banisters that line landing up above. To your right you can see the hall where the children were eating lunch earlier, row upon row of neatly-tucked chairs sitting in silence.

You wait, watching the stairway for signs of life.

Nothing. Sound sleepers? Or slow risers?

>[ ] Check the patients’ room. That seems to be epicentre of all this.
>[ ] Check the lunch all, you haven’t been there.
>[ ] Check one of the doors to the left, you haven’t searched them.
>[ ] Check on the kids’ dorms.
>[ ] Write in.

>>28006300
>[x] Check the patients’ room. That seems to be epicentre of all this.

>>28006300

>[ ] Check the patients’ room. That seems to be epicentre of all this.

>>28006300
>[ ] Check the patients’ room. That seems to be epicentre of all this.

Where else would they be?

>[ ] Check the patients’ room. That seems to be epicentre of all this.
Also, activate heatvision to see if the marks have disappeared or moved.

>>28006300
>[x] Check the lunch all, you haven’t been there.
A cursory glance with heat vision should do it, so we can do it before the other ones.

>>28005288

http://pastebin.com/zFvxDsKi
Remeber anons this list will be subject to change once we get more powers.
Which was hinted at being in 2-3 powers so choose wisely to either bank or get closer to skipping ahead of the chapter.
It is also should be known that we are gonna have to do more to get x-points becuase of leveling and all that jazz.

>>28006300
>[ ] Check the patients’ room. That seems to be epicentre of all this.

>>28006300
Kids room or patients room, both are at risk, but since the two kids in the patients room went comatose at different times, I think its likely that there's another kid being drained now.

Look in thermal at the kids room when passing by, look for some odities.

>>28006300
>>[ ] Check the patients’ room. That seems to be epicentre of all this.
Also check our wrist.

>[X] Check the patients’ room.

Carefully, you pad your way up the stairs, shadows quivering around you as the snow falls outside. Your eyes eke out the smallest, blackest crevices of the old house, but they do little to assuage the faint, holy strangeness of the place. Old house, old dark. If this really is some psychic kid going Carrie on everyone, they really picked the right place to do it. Or maybe the place picked it out of them.

Maybe the X-gene is genre-sensitive. Ha.

You make your way to the patients’ room. That’s the heart of all this. Those two kids. How, you’re not sure, but it’s definitely them, somehow.

Gently, you lean in on the door, easing it open with minimal creak. Immediately you feel the uneasy sense of transgressing upon somewhere sacred – somewhere changeless and opaque within time. They lie in their beds, much the same as you last saw them. The machines tick on noiselessly. There are no shifting shadows here, the curtains drawn tight.

>[ ] Check the bruises.
>[ ] Heatvision the room.
>[ ] Write in.

>>28006496
>>[ ] Heatvision the room.

>>28006496
>[ ] Heatvision the room.

>>28006496
We should do >>28006414
If the kids had the handprints on them, that means they were drained, not some sort of weird gestalt psycho thing.

>>28006496
>>[ ] Check the bruises.
>>[ ] Heatvision the room.
We can do both honestly and heat visions could show us how our bruises are healing.

>>28006496
> [x] Heatvision the room.

>>28006496
>[ ] Heatvision the room.
Our prey cannot hide.

>>28006551
http://www.spectralcameras.com/files/Applications/Renfu_Lu_-_Detection_of_bruises_in_apples_-_iet595-proof.pdf
Proof

>[X] Heatvision the room.

You focus your vision, draining away the nuance and subtlety of the visible spectrum, till only stark, bright primaries remain, etching out the language of hot and cold.

Blues and greens dominate the room. Much like last time, the children are several degrees below norm, but you weren’t really expecting so much of a change. You twist about slowly, panning your sight across the room, till a slice of colder blue catches your eye.

Someone – maybe their carer, whatever – has left their coat hanging behind the door, but there’s a ribbon of bright blue arcing behind it. You brush it aside and…

There’s… its three clear, concentric circles gleaming coldly in the wood.

>[ ] Check it in normal vision.
>[ ] Feel it.
>[ ] Check something else [write in].
>[ ] Write in.

>>28006641
>>[ ] Check it in normal vision.

>>28006641
>>[ ] Check it in normal vision.
But before that look at our bruises.

>>28006641
>[ ] Feel it

>>28006641
>>[ ] Check it in normal vision.

>[ ] Check something else [the coat pockets ].

>>28006641
>>[ ] Check it in normal vision.

>>28006674
To be honest, this would be mostly without context to you. JJ didn't go to high school. He probably doesn't know what the spectral markings of a bruise would indicate.

>writing

>>28006746
Well then my vote is for >>28006705
I was just hoping to see us freak out at the high speed of our healing.

>>28006746
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMeKYG5y8wc

>>28006746
>spectral markings of a bruise
Since when do they teach Advanced Witchcraft in schools

>[X] Check it in normal vision.

You blink, shunting your vision back into the normal human range.

Yeah, it’s here too. Harder to notice, but certainly evident – a dark, concentric discolouration in the wood, etching out three circles of diminishing size. You’re not sure what it is exactly, though. Could be water deformation. Could be a stain of some kind. Could be… wood rot?

Why would rotten would be cold? Or arranged in three precise circles, for that matter?

>[ ] Try feeling it.
>[ ] Check something else [write in]
>[ ] Leave the room.
>[ ] Write in.

>>28006784
Awful shit. Blink looks like a villain from Charmed. How did they spend 250mil on this? Also fuck Wolverine.

>>28006804
They don't teach that in American schools?

>>28006784
Was i the only one hoping that they would find away to include more x-men in this one.

>>28006832
>>[ ] Try feeling it.

>>28006832
Try feeling it through the coat or something. I don't want to touch some weird heat sink thing, if that's what it is.

>>28006832
>Awful shit
Yup not even picard can save this movie.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X6oUz1v17Uo

>>28006832
>[ ] Try feeling it.
In for a penny, in for a pound.

>>28006832
>>[ ] Try feeling it.
>>[ ] Check something else [write in]
Feel it through the coat and check the pockets as well.

>>28006832
>>[X] Lick it

>[X] Try feeling it.

Hesitating only for a moment, you run a gloved finger along one of the curves.

No indentation. You try passing your finger over the line and back again. No difference in consistency or texture. Just cold. Weird, your sense of touch is pretty–

“Who’s there?”

You freeze, the urge to yelp rising and knotting up in your chest.

“Who’s there?” The voice asks, again.

It’s not an adult. Sounds like a child – a girl. For a moment you were a little tempted to check behind you, where the children lie amidst their tangles of life support, but it’s clearly coming from the other side of the door.

“I know someone’s there.” She says, quietly, her voice low but by no means timid.

“I can see you.”

>[ ] Stay still, say nothing.
>[ ] Say something [write in]
>[ ] Open the door.
>[ ] Write in.

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>>28006984

>>28006852
I know man, shit's depressing.

What an amazing cast wasted on drivel.

>>28007011
>[ ] Say something [write in]

"Did you see anyone else here before? Besides me."

>>28007011
If she could really see us, she'd know who we were. It's a bluff. Stay still, say nothing.

>>28007011
>>[ ] Say something [write in]
"You're just dreaming kid, go back to sleep."

>>28007011
"Name's JJ. You on the other side of the wall?

What's your name, girl?"

Either it's a complex peephole the kids made to monitor and combat the ghost, or a portal to an otherwordly dimension. Still, some info is better than no info.

>>28007011
>>[ ] Stay still, say nothing.
>>[ ] Say something [write in]
"How can you see me."

>>28007011
>[ ] Say something
"I call bullshit"

>>28007064
no, no, say "I don't believe you." There are children involved. Let us use more acceptable words

>>28007011
>[ ] Say something
"No you can't, I'm a Lizard Elf and everybody knows Lizard Elves don't exist."

>>28007104
Ok, this is going to be hilarious. I like this decision.

>>28007011
"Layla sent me, Just checking out your ghost problem."
"And that's bullshit, I'm invisible."

>[X] Write in.

The tightness in your throat subsides and you say the first thing that comes to mind.

“No you can't.” You assert, quite rightly. You’re invisible, after all. “I'm a Lizard Elf and everybody knows Lizard Elves don't exist.”

“Lots of things exist.” The voice remarks back, soft and quiet, pausing between each word, as if taking out time to breathe.

“Okay. What’s your name, girl?”

“Claire.”

Claire. Claire. That rings a bell. One of Layla’s friends?

“Well, Claire, Layla sent me to check up on your ghost problem.” Man, you hope they liked Layla. Though somehow you kinda doubt it. “You behind the door, Claire?”

The voice is silent. Then,

“No.” It whispers into your ear, cold, wet breath tickling at the back of your neck.

>[ ] Turn around.
>[ ] Don’t turn around.
>[ ] Close your eyes, put the last thirty seconds in the Vault alongside The Brave Little Toaster and that one time in Ohio, you know the time, and leave the room.
>[ ] Write in.

>>28007297
Turn around.

>>28007297
>>[ ] Turn around.

>>28007297
>>[ ] Turn around.

>>28007297
>[ ] Turn around.
>[ ] Try hard not to scream like a little girl. Again.

>>28007297
"So, Alex's with you?

Anybody else, a third kid maybe?"

>>28007297
>[ ] Close your eyes, put the last thirty seconds in the Vault alongside The Brave Little Toaster and that one time in Ohio, you know the time, and leave the room.

>>28007297
>>[ ] Don’t turn around.
We all know she is not gonna be there, plus i don't want to scream and wake up a group of kids.

>>28007297
Oh, wait, better yet, don't look behind us. Look up.

>>28007352
>>28007360
These twp work for me.

>>28007372
Look into the beyond.

Crusty, will this girl be like the one from This Book is Full of Spiders?

Rolled 89

>All my favorite quest running RIGHT as I need to leave for class.

Rolled 14

>>28007297
>>[ ] Close your eyes, put the last thirty seconds in the Vault alongside The Brave Little Toaster and that one time in Ohio, you know the time, and leave the room.


happy place?

>>28007398
This starts every breakfast for me. So a nice start to the day but awful finish. I always miss voting

>>28007297
>>[ ] Don’t turn around.
>>[ ] Close your eyes, put the last thirty seconds in the Vault alongside The Brave Little Toaster and that one time in Ohio, you know the time
>>[ ] Write in.
Then ask her this>>28007352

>>28007297
"You gotta show me how to do that."

Hey, wait a second, aren't we eighteen, and this girl is like, 12? Shouldn't she be shorter than us?

will we have to make a die roll to not scream like a little girl?

>>2800745
I think we're crouching to look at the cold spot.

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>>28007450
Years of hobo diet can stunt your growth. Plus, it's not her we're scared of, it;s pic related.

>>28007297
>[ ] Turn around.

>>28007492
>.gif
Nah

>[X] Don’t turn around.
>[X] Vault.
>[X] Write in.

You take a moment just sitting right there to not shit yourself and scream like a tiny woman. You then, with surgical precision, open the Vault in your head and pour very much of the last thirty seconds straight in, bolting the door behind.

Yes, that’s better.

“Claire…” You mutter, turning the name over in your head. “Is, uh, Alex with you? Anyone else?”

Nobody answers. The room is silent but for the short, barely-perceptible twitches of breath that move the children’s chests up and down. The cold breath against your neck is gone.

>[ ] Fuck this too spook I out.
>[ ] Check somewhere else [write in].
>[ ] Try speaking to Claire a little bit more.
>[ ] Write in.

Why do you guys want to turn around you all know what we are gonna find.its like i'm the only black person in a horror movie

>>28007492
You son of a bitch! I was planning on sleeping tonight.

>>28007523
>>[ ] Check somewhere else [write in].
check bruises

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>>28007492
>gif

>>28007523
>[ ] Check somewhere else [write in].
>[ ] Try speaking to Claire a little bit more.
Look to see if the kids are ok. And do it heat and normal vision

>>28007523
Do our most spooky voice.

"Claaaaire, I'm a ghost tooooo, please don't leave me all alooooone."

>>28007523
>>[ ] Check somewhere else [write in].
>>[ ] Write in.
So lets check those rooms we keep avoiding.

>>28007523
OK, the indents aren't for sloting souls or anything, but tally marks for the bastard. He's probably claimed another kid already. Check the dormitories, see if the theory holds out.

>>28007523
Touch the spot again
"Claire, let me help. Tell me what's going on."

>[X] Check somewhere else.
>[X] Try speaking to Claire a little bit more.

“Um, Claire?” The silence is your only answer. “Claire? I’m trying to help. Claire?”

Nothing.

Swallowing, you ease the door open again, stepping out onto the landing. You stop to check just about every corner or errant shadow before moving on. So, eldritch projection or whatever is happening. Noriko was right about that. The kids are all, like, ghosty and stuff.

Okay, well, they’re just kids. They’re not gonna hurt you.

You resolve to check on the other children, turning in to the long corridor lined with dorm rooms. The hallway is near solid black, only the window on the very far end providing a soft, feeble shaft of wintery light.

>[ ] Listen at the doors.
>[ ] Open some doors, look inside.
>[ ] Write in.

>>28007759
this first
>[ ] Listen at the doors.
then
>>[ ] Open some doors, look inside.

>>28007759
>listen with our Lizard Elf ears!

>>28007759
Open them doors, slowly.

Maybe they set up some kind of watch, introduce if necessary,

>>28007759
>>[ ] Listen at the doors.
>>[ ] Write in.
Use our Heat vision.
And then open the doors.

>[X] Listen at the doors.
>[X] Open some doors, look inside.
>[X] Write in.

Whatever is happening clearly has a greater chance of harming the kids than you. You tell yourself that as you stoop down beside the closest door. It’s vague, but you just have this creeping fear that there’s some other kid out there now, snapped clear of his or her body.

So you’re gonna check.

Pressing your ear up against the door, you listen in. Tiny breaths, the occasional shift under sheets, enclosing quiet. The silence here is like white noise, it’s fucking horrible. Urgh.

Maybe you're just imagining it.

Easing the door open, just very slightly, you glance in, surveying the room in the primary shades of heatvision. Standard body temperature, no one missing. You hear a breath sharpen, but it’s likely just a light sleeper. You back away and check the next.

You get three doors down when you hear one of the doors behind you creak open, nervous voices whispering in hushed excitement.

>[ ] Check it out.
>[ ] Keep checking the other rooms.
>[ ] Write in.

>>28007982
>>[ ] Check it out.

>>28007982
>check it out
>stay freaking hidden

>>28007982
>[ ] Check it out.
>[ ] Keep hiding

>>28007982
>>[ ] Check it out.

>>28007982
Turn around, and say
"You kids damn well start believing in ghosts.
You are looking at one"
go invisible

>>28008068

No. No need to scare the kids.

You asshole.

>>28008068
No, we turn into a skeleton and drink some rum.

>>28007982
Our sneaking sills had failed us.

>>28007523
>Touch the cold spot again while trying to speak to Claire.

>>28008218
we left that room already

>[X] Check it out.

You pause, twisting about to watch.

The door appears to just stand open for a minute, before a young girl – she must be nine or ten – backs out, her face written in desperate shapes, teary shapes. She’s clad in baggy pyjamas and tucking a crumpled mess of bedsheets under one arm, clutching it close, like it has the power to open out into a doorway to somewhere brighter. A flashlight dangles from her other hand.

“Please.” She whispers. “Please, please let me”–

“No, you’re his favourite.”

A pair of small shapes physically rebuke her as she tries to get back in.

“Please!”

“He’ll come back” –
“Get out”–
“gonna be back to watch you”–
“out”–

She’s drowned out by a surge of tiny voices, each one incensed with fear but straining to stay quiet. One of the other kids gives her one final, rough shove and shuts the door behind her. She stands, slack and disbelieving, staring down both ends of the dark corridor, before tapping lightly on the door with her hands.

“Please, please, please…”

>Perception Check
>DC15
>+4 modifier

Rolled 5 + 4

>>28008259

Rolling

Rolled 20

>>28008259

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>>28008279
>20

Rolled 12 + 4

>>28008259

Rolled 20

>>28008259
Ah, a virgin sacrifice. You kids got class.

Rolled 10 + 4

>>28008259

>>28008279
I can see everything...

>>28008279
Fuck yeah.

>>28008279
>>28008295
I SEE EVERYTHING

>>28008295
>>28008279
Good lord double 20s does crusty do best of 5 or 3.

Rolled

>>28008322
>does crusty do best of 5 or 3.

Best of 3

Rolled 14 + 4

>>28008322
We're stealing PPQ's luck tonight before it plays.

>>28008379
Guess we'll be dealing with the MJ effect tonight...but joking aside I think this is karma balancing our fail at the end of last thread.

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>>28008279
Gaze into their very soul.

>>28008379
what's PPQ?

>>28008379
>>28008429
Wait, never mind, I figured it out.

>>28008422

Possibly. Ugh, watch, tonight MJ stumbles into our secret and the Cat Fight between Gwen & Felicia begins once they realize they both know our secret...and what/who the other is.

What do our mugga eyes see?

>>28008483
dead people?

>>28008279
>20
>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r2YyTpXkges

Wow, that’s fucking cold. Ice cold. Colder, maybe.

You dawdle momentarily, not quite sure what to do, as she shrinks back against the door, fumbling at her flashlight.

And then you shiver, you breath running cold in your veins, and feel the unmistakeable, icy touch of eyes upon the back of your neck. You turn about, glancing along the corridor.

Under the dim, failing light at the end of the hall, a small, ashen shape stands in crystal silence, almost more a collection of shadings etched along the wall than a coherent figure. You feel yourself freeze up, staring harder, straining through the dim light to get some kind of purchase upon the faint outline.

You think… you think it’s Alex.

And you think his lips are moving. Half of him is cast in shadow, but, yeah, he’s saying something – something that refuses to be spoken, filling the air with only silence, as if whispered from afar.

>[ ] Try to get closer. You want to know what he’s saying.
>[ ] Stay there.
>[ ] Write in.

>>28008495
>>[ ] Try to get closer. You want to know what he’s saying.

Oh, while we're waiting I just thought I'd mention that as a result of some comment I don't remember from yesterday's tread I spent most of today trying to reimagine the X-Men movie franchise with Samuel L. Jackson playing Prof. X and Morgan Freeman as Magneto. It was surprisingly entertaining.

>>28008495
>>[ ] Try to get closer. You want to know what he’s saying.

They're just ghosts, what are we even scared of. Shit, we deal with things far more dangerous and terrifying like Creeper. Ghosts are small-time

>>28008495
Stay, focus your senses JJ, but don't lose sight of the girl.

>>28008523
So, essentially, Nick Fury vs god?

>>28008495
>[] Try to get closer. You want to know what he's saying.
>[] Get ready to pull the girl out of the way if he moves to attack her.

>>28008495
>get closer, you want to know what he's saying.
>fuckfuxkfxjfucuccjcufjcucjcujcuxhufnhujucjc. Our heebies are getting the jeebies.
>if things go to shit, please let these be psychic shrug ghosts who can be disrupted like a disembodied nervous system with electricity and not magic ghosts.

>>28008523
My love, my anger, and all of my money.jpg

>>28008495
>>[X] Try to get closer. You want to know what he’s saying.
I ain't afraid of no ghost

>taking the bait
Y'all dumb.

>>28008651

Then say what you think we should do.

>>28008495
>>[ ] Try to get closer. You want to know what he’s saying.
>>28008526
I'm more into thinking an out of control mutie power.its the girl who can bring the dead back to life fault.

>>28008651
Ok, so you're suggesting we run, hide behind the little sacrificial virgin or wall crawl out of his way?

>>28008495
>[ ] Try to get closer. You want to know what he’s saying.
Sanity is for the weak

>>28008495
>[x] Try to get closer. You want to know what he’s saying.

>>28008668
Keep watch on the girl. She's his favorite after all.

Hell, ask her some questions. Like what's going on. Ghost boy is a distraction.

>>28008743

Then vote for that.

Don't just whine about the choice people are making being stupid.

>[X] Try to get closer.

You edge closer, squinting at the rapid movements of his mouth. His body is shadow and light and nothingness and his mouth is the same. His eyes stare at nothing, black tunnels into the night outside, cold and empty and seething.

There’s no sound. No matter how close you get, there’s nothing. His mouth is working out words – and they’re definitely words, you can see the artifice – so quickly, as if in a frenzy, but there’s nothing hitting your ears. It’s almost like he’s panicking.

Suddenly, he falls to the ground, the descent as silent as anything he’s trying to say. He falls and – no, he doesn’t fall.

Something tripped him. He reaches out and something – something in the dark – pulls him away, tugging at his leg. His fingers drive into the floor, grasping desperately for purchase, his mouth screaming silently, as he’s dragged across the ground, round the end of the hall.

>[ ] Follow.
>[ ] Follow! Try to grab his hand!
>[ ] Okay nope.jpg, staying right here.
>[ ] Write in.

>>28008770
>>[ ] Follow! Try to grab his hand!

>>28008766
I already did.

>>28008770
>[ ] Follow! Try to grab his hand!

>>28008770
>[x] Follow.

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>>28008770
>>[ ] Follow! Try to grab his hand!

>>28008770
>follow, try to grab his hand.
>please let spider-man sticky mimic electro molecular chemical power affect the incorporeal.

>>28008770
>[ ] Follow! Try to grab his hand!

Stick our hand to his.

>>28008770
>>[ ] Follow! Try to grab his hand!
>>[ ] Okay nope.jpg
>>[ ] Write in.
While the hole time trying to follow in his head lets play out all the usual horror movie rules we are breaking.

Rolled 3

>>28008770
>>[ ] Write in.
run fucking run GTFO

Where is Layla?

>>28008832
But anon, we aren't in a horror movie, we're in a Halloween issue. We have to try to be stupidly heroic.

Although...if you're playing alone...are you in a horror movie?

>>28008862
With Laura, as far as I know.

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>>28008770
>>[ ] Follow! Try to grab his hand!
>>[ ] Write in.
Lets have an internal freak out about how stupid we are being.

>>28008863
Actually, I don't think the Halloween interlude has started yet...so yeah, Anon's write that standard horror genre rules are in effect and there's no damn safety net, just a pit full of spikes for us to fall on.

>[X] Follow! Try to grab his hand!

You move before you think.

Before you know it you’re scrabbling across the floorboards, moving as fast and as quiet as you can.

Oh god, what is this shit? What is this?

He fights hard, gripping at the floor with every once of his – his strength? Do ghosts have strength? But every second takes him further into the dark, further, further…

You stretch out your hand for his, and promptly pass straight though it.

“Three three three three!”

And he’s gone, dragged screaming into the dark at the end of the hall. A dark that you can’t see through. A dark so complete and cold that it could be an archway into the depths of space.

>[ ] Go after him.
>[ ] Nah.

>>28008909
>[x] Go after him.

>>28008909
Ok, so the magic number is either 3 or 3333. Maybe.

>>28008909

>[ ] Go after him.
NOT TODAY GHOST FUCKER. NOT TODAY.

>>28008909
run run run away and live its what we do its what we are good at run as fast as we can away.

>>28008909
This is fucking bullshit were a hobo not the ghost busters
>go after him

>>28008770
>>[x] Follow! Try to grab his hand!

>>28008909
>>[ ] Go after him.

>>28008909
>>[ ] Go after him
Night vision go and maybe heat vision if we can't see shit.

>>28008909
>[x] Go after him.

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>>28008909
>[X] Nah.

>>28008940
It's ok, I've played Pacman, I know how this shit works.

>>28008909
>“Three three three three!”
So why is every one going after him when he keeps saying three and we already know who the 3rd victim is.
>[ ] Nah.
Check on the girl.

>>28008909
>[ ] Nah.

Guard the girl.

>>28008922
>>28008935
>>28008940
>>28008948
>>28008958
>>28008962
>>28008965

>writing

Post may be a leeeeetle late. Gotta pop across the road for supplies.

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>>28008909

>>28008980
Second
>>28008909

>>28008980

Thirded

>>28008980
Damn, you're probably right. Let's stick with the girl and not become the third victim ourself.

>>28008980
On second thought yeah its better to stick to the girl.
>>28008962
Changing my vote.

>>28008909
>[ ] Go after him.

>>28008909
>go after the kid, if we can distract the ghost away from the rest of the kids then maybe we won't get our coverblown during the nearly inevitable fight.

>>28008965
here
changing my vote to >>28008980

Who here bets we just hit a wall?

>>28009189
Yup.

>>28009189
or a caretaker?

>>28009138
>implying it isn't a creepy touchy guy in the basement.

>>28008980
Well i feel stupid supporting.
>>28009189
Yeah its pretty obvious once we have time to think about it.

>>28009206
Would you prefer to fight the creepy touchy guy in the basement or in the dorm hallway?

>[X] Go after him.

You run in.

The dark closes around you.

You run. You run. You–

You’re John James Green. You’re fifteen.

You’re out of breath. Why? Because you’re fifteen? Because it’s your first day in New York?

Because you’re running.

They scream obscenities behind you. Your throat is ragged with hard breath and fear and hunger. Your legs are screaming. You don’t know where you’re going, just that you’ve got to get away. You turn the corner out of the dark and you stare up and brick upon brick upon brick, no way, no way out, your heart shrinks in your chest, you feel your shoulders sagging, you want to scream, you want to curl up and delve into yourself.

And their shadows creep along the wall. They’re behind you.

>[ ] Try to turn invisible.
>[ ] Try to run around them.
>[ ] Try to plead your way out.

>come back and post
>fucktons of votes have changed

FFFFFFFFFFFFFF-

Do you guys want me to, I dunno, recount or whatever? Or keep going?

>>28009334
>>[ ] Try to plead your way out.

>>28009334
>[ ] Try to run around them.

We can't hide anymore. We must face our fear.

Let it wash over us.

And in the end, we shall remain.

(Shitty paraphrasing of the Litany of Fear)

>>28009334
>>[ ] Try to turn invisible.

>>28009349
nah, voter's remorse. deal with it

>>28009334

>[x] Try to turn invisible.

>>28009349
>Do you guys want me to, I dunno, recount or whatever? Or keep going?

Depends.

Is this darkness & pain stuff a part of the personal barrier we need to overcome in order to be a new & better JJ Green?

>>28009349
just go with it.

>>28009368
I suppose it is, yes.

It's related to that issue, anyhow.

>>28009349
Go along with it, i was the guy who started the nah votes, but since you already went with the votes its too late.
>>28009334
>>[ ] Try to turn invisible.

>>28009415
>I suppose it is, yes.
>It's related to that issue, anyhow.

Then fucking stay with this.

I love it even more now.

>>28009415
Eh its best been knowing that girl then.

>>28009334
Phasing would have worked here.

>>28009349
>[x] Try to run around them.
Are we on a spiritual quest or just tripping balls?

>>28009469
>Are we on a spiritual quest or just tripping balls?

Aren't they just the same thing?

Seriously though, I guess a bit of both.

>>28009334
>[ ] Try to run around them.
gotta go fast

>>28009334
>[ ] Try to turn invisible.
>[ ] Try to run around them.

Why not both?

>>28009334
>>[ ] Try to turn invisible.
>>[ ] Try to run around them.
We can't abandon what made us, us.

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>>28009487

You must commit.

>>28009510

You cannot hide this time.

>[X] Try to turn invisible.

You can do this. You can – you should’ve been wearing shades or something, stupid, stupid.

You can do this.

You close your eyes and try to be small. Try to be a slither of light, nothing more. Try to push everything away and fade from the world, fade into a dream.

You think you felt something there. Yes! You’ve–

Your face explodes. That’s what it feels like. It was a bat, you remember that, it you remember hitting the ground and staring at it through broken tunnels of light, you feel your mouth fill up with blood, you twitch, you can’t breathe, it’s so fucking painful.

You stutter something. You don’t remember what.

“No more tricks, mutie!”

No more tricks. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hard. No cards. No kings. No aces. No queens.

>[ ] “Please don’t kill me.” You don’t want to die.
>[ ] Try to get up and run. Maybe you can get up the wall. It’s not that high.

>>28009532
>[x] Try to get up and run. Maybe you can get up the wall. It’s not that high.

its not like last time at all

>>28009532
>>[ ] Try to get up and run. Maybe you can get up the wall. It’s not that high.

>>28009532
>Nowhere to hard

Fuuuck, of all times.

That's going to bug me forever.

>>28009532
>>[ ] Try to get up and run. Maybe you can get up the wall. It’s not that high.

>>28009555
>fast
>free
>perfect

pick two

>>28009532
>[]run up the wall

Under no circumstance do we use taser hands. We will burn down the orphanage if we do that.

>>28009532
>>[ ] Try to get up and run. Maybe you can get up the wall. It’s not that high.
We know these fuckers won't listen.

>Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.
>[x] Try to get up and run. Maybe you can get up the wall. It’s not that high.
Break on through! Come to the other side!

>>28009532
>[ ] Try to get up and run. Maybe you can get up the wall. It’s not that high.
"What about Jokers?"

>>28009597
>"What about Jokers?"

We're an Ace, obviously.

>>28009532
We will not beg. Fuck begging.

>[X] Try to get up and run.

Their eyes burn like fires in the night. This is so fucked up. How could you understand this? How could there be this fire in a man’s flesh?

You pull yourself up, fighting through the pain. You feel your legs wobble and your muscles creak. Your face wants to tear itself away, wants to vanish, it hurts like a toxin, like a fire, like you’re going to fall apart. You think they’re laughing at you.

You scrabble for the wall. You feel the blood slick your hands and mar the brick. You feel yourself rising, you’re so dizzy, your head’s so full of screams, you don’t know if it’s your hands doing the work or if you’re flying, hurtling over the lake, you’re going up, you’re grasping at the top of the wall, you’re pulling yourself over.

The bat shatters your right rib. You scream. You hold on. You scream. You feel them grabbing your jacket, you’re trying desperately to squeeze out of it, you’re so close now, you’re being dragged down, you hit the ground, you hold your chest like it’s about to burst outward.

They kick you. You try to get up and they stamp down on your legs. You cough out teeth and bile and blood.

The pain fades and you slump against the wall, your head exploding, a haze leaking from your body, a single, swollen, incognisant thought.

They splash you with something. It reeks – heady, horrible, pleasant, euphoric, disgusting. Gasoline.

A light sparks up in the reddened storm of your vision.

>[ ] Beg.
>[ ] Don’t.

>>28009627
Joker can act as any card in poker.
Pulling out adhesive touch after invisibility has failed, only natural.

>>28009766
>[ ] Don’t.
WE WILL NOT YIELD. WE WILL NOT BEG.

>>28009766
>dont
guess this is why we hate fire

>>28009766
>>[ ] Don’t.
"Gasoline? That's not environmentally friendly."

>>28009766
>[x] Don’t.

>>28009766
>[X] Don’t.
Why give those fuckers the pleasure?

>>28009766
>[x] Don’t.

>>28009766
>[x] Don’t.
We may be a hobo but we don't beg.

>>28009766
>>[ ] Don’t.

>>28009766
>[ ] Don’t.

>>28009766
>Don't.

>>28009766
So who is up for a vote to find these fuckers?

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Fear elemental?
Nightmare, the demon lord?
Telepath?
Trauma from the Initiative?
Illusions?

>[X] Don’t.
>(1/2)

You want to scream. Fire. Fire, fire.

You don’t. You don’t anything.

You look up into the eyes of night-fire and see a nothing that rots the world around it, putrefying from the inside to the outside, from heart to soul to mind to sodden pulsing quivering closing groaning shrieking moaning flesh. You feel your life spinning out into the universe. It lances off, star-like-shot, burning without fire, the world enclosing it, caressing it, folding it into the purr of gravity ebbing, electromagnetism dancing, gases collapsing, fission and fusion and weak and strong, rushing outward, breathing one into the other into the other, drinking, gasping, crashing toward final, cosmic orgasm.

Something barks loudly. It’s not a dog. Gun. The light flutters out.

People scream and run, they shout, you feel the universe loosening its climactic grip upon you.

You blink. They’re gone. There are new people now, some shouting some speaking softly, some–

“Fuck! You fuck! You shit!”

“Please! Plea”–

The one in the suit is standing over night-eyes-fire-bearer. He’s screaming all the words of hate at him. He’s cutting him with a knife, over and over and over. His victim is pleading and screaming even as his eyes are scooped out of his face and the gun barks out again, spreading his skill across the pavement.

You watch all this from an opaque space of weary strangeness, feeling nothing, thinking nothing.

The man in the suit approaches you. He’s wiping his knife. He’s putting it away. He kneels down beside you. He offers you his hand.

“What’s your name, boyo?”

You feel your blood soaking his gloves.

“John.” You say, you say faintly.

He pulls you up.

“You can call me Creeper.”

>>28010124
Darn it. I hate it when I end up with a grudging respect for the obvious antagonist. Well done Crusty, well done.

>>28010124
...that magnificent douchebag

Damn, now I feel bad about punching him.

You’re John James Green.

You’re fifteen.

Life isn’t bad. You have a bed to sleep in. You’re not cold. You’re not alone.

You’re still running, though.

You’re a lot better at it now. They scream after you and you scream back – that they’ll never catch you, that they suck, that they can eat your shit and your dust and the leavings of your meteoric rise to glory. You leap over a pile of trash, kicking it down on your way through, and you laugh and you laugh and you laugh when they stumble through it like ugly fucking dumb ogres from some children’s story.

You turn the corner. Dead end. Or it would’ve been, half a year ago.

Now you see the metal bins nearby that can serve as your trip over the wall. You see the fire escape jutting out nearby. You see the backdoor to some whatever delicatessen – the kind that nobody ever locks.

>[ ] Over the wall.
>[ ] Up the fire escape.
>[ ] Through the door.

>>28010292
Nah, he's still a pretty big disckhead

>>28010342
>through the door

>>28010342
>[x] Up the fire escape.

not sure what's going on.

I just hope we don't wake up in jail.

>>28010124
CJ, I touch myself to your vertiginous jam
>>28010342
>[x] Up the fire escape.

>>28010342
>>[ ] Up the fire escape.

>>28010342
up the escape

>>28010342
>Through the door

>>28010342
>[ ] Up the fire escape.

>>28010342
>[ ] Up the fire escape
Take to the skies!

>>28010342
>>[ ] Up the fire escape.

>[X] Fire escape.

You bound up the fire escape, grabbing and leaping and clambering your way up to the top of the building, leaving them behind, leaving them struggling, swaying, grasping, flailing. Your grin could cut your face in half.

They scream at you, their rage bulging in the air. You don’t care. You make it to the edge of the roof and you just fucking jump. Next roof isn’t far. You hang in the air for a moment, the wind scolding you, your blood crashing in your veins.

You barely catch the opposite roof. Really barely. You swear and scream and drag yourself up. You feel like an angel of free will.

You descend to the streets, pushing the little button in your brain that fades you out.

You cross a few streets, take a fee turns, catch the train.

When you get back to the basement Creeper operates out of, he laughs like a weird clown and all but hugs you. You don’t know why he wanted those funk-ass pills the guys over on the other end of Queens were pushing, but it doesn’t matter.

You remember what he said that day:

“You’ll go far, boyo.”

Oh god, Creeper is basically a big brother/father figure to us.

You’re John James Green.

You turn sixteen in two days.

The warehouse shouts and clatters and pulses around you. People pump stuff into stuff, pills into powder, stuff into pills, death into sex into dreams into rapture. The air is thick with sweat and toil.

You’ve just gotten back from dropping a pair of tourists. Tourists have money. Now you have money.

A few faces you recognize cluster at the stairway leading down to Creeper’s office. He likes being underground. Or under ground level, anyway. You don’t understand it, but whatever. They mill about, staring at anywhere that’s not at each other, like the singular assets of a stormcloud about to belch into thunder and lightning.

>[ ] Ask what’s up.
>[ ] Stroll on through, whatever, you’ve got a cut to drop off.

>>28010792
That still doesn't explain the lack of personal space

>>28010797
>>[ ] Ask what’s up.

>>28010809
>That still doesn't explain the lack of personal space

Creeper be creepy.

Or a homosexual. Maybe both.

>>28010797
>[ ] Ask what’s up.

>>28010797
>[x] Stroll on through, whatever, you’ve got a cut to drop off.

just another day at the office

>>28010797
Yo, muggas, what up

>>28010797
>Stroll on through, whatever, you’ve got a cut to drop off.

>>28010809
I think he's just a touchy feely kinda guy

>>28010797
>ask what's up

>>28010792
And then everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked.
>>28010797
>[ ] Ask what’s up.

>>28010797
>Stroll on through, whatever, you’ve got a cut to drop off.

Whoo! I've been out all day and I'm back at home and we're still playing!

>>28010858
He was touching our thigh in the bar! There's a line man!

>>28010926
Elves and lizards are meant to be pet.

>>28010926
Have we ever actually seen the creeper?
Do we know for certain he's a he?

>>28010950
NO FUCK YOU
I DON'T NEED THAT SHIT IN MY HEAD

>>28010950
>Creeper. Or The Creeper, to some. You’ve met him more than a few times, back when you weren’t so shy of less decent work. You’d know his face by now if that were possible – you’re not sure how it works, exactly, but you can never quite see it. When you look up your gaze stops at the top of that stupid green tie he wears and just refuses to go any further. That’s his power, his mutant shtick – you don’t notice stuff about him unless he wants you to. It’s not invisibility. You just… don’t see him. Until you do.

>He is, of course, an awful crook and exactly the kind of person you’ve been trying to steer your life away from.


thread #3 homie