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Sorry about the late thread, stomach hurt a lot for some reason.

>>39839644
>>Talk her down

>>39839644
>Talk her down

>>39839644
>Talk her down
People aren't people food, sweetie.

>>39839644
>Talk her down

>>39839644
>Gouge your fingers into her eyes and smash her head into the table

I'm going to be "That Guy"

>>39839644
>Get her to follow you out of the room, talk to keep her pacified while seeking PIB advice. Bring unfinished food along if still hungry.

Consensus seems to have been reached.
>>39839735
>>39839780
>>39839829
>>39839844

Violence!
>>39839879

Lure her along if possible
>>39839886

Roll a 1d100 please, best of three.

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>39839879
I'd rather not investigate a jail.

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>39839899
How to Feed your Zombie, by Rachel somebody

Dang it captcha, stop showing me pizza, I'm hungry enough already

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>39839899
Yaay

>>39839906
>>39839922
>>39839926

Nice. Writing!

Just caught up. We have a zombie chick? This is weirder than Summer.

>>39840739
Eh Summer was a Fae she's got an excuse to be weird. zombie girl though is kinda just creepy.

"Hey, not here," you say quickly. "Too many people around, you know?"

She pulls back a little, blinking. "Huh?"

You gesture to the people sitting near you two. "Everyone's going to stare if you start eating my brains right now."

She freezes. You can almost see the gears in her head shifting as she tries to process what you just said. "Did I just—wha—what am I doing?!" she cries, scrambling to get away from you.

You grab her shoulder and pull her back, covering her mouth with your hand. "Shh," you hiss. "Keep shouting and people are actually going to notice."

She's breathing quite heavily at this point. "T-this is why I can't go to the doctor," she says, her face crumpling. "I don't wanna turn into a zombie!"

You pat her back awkwardly. "Don't jump to conclusions," you say, trying to reassure her. "I'm sure there's probably some sort of medical explanation for your sudden craving for brains."

She looks at you, her eyes filled with unshed tears. "Really?"

"Probably," you say, trying not to raise her hopes too much. "Besides, zombies don't even exist."

She nods, sniffling a little as she rubs her eyes. "Y-yeah, you're right. That's probably the least likely thing that's happening," she says, chuckling weakly.

(1/2)

The tears remind you of something. "Hey, I hope you don't mind me asking, but you can still drink water, right?"

"Yeah?"

You sigh in relief, hugging her tightly. "Just wanted to make that you're not going to die of dehydration before we can get this sorted out."

She notices her proximity to you and pulls away, her cheeks faintly tinged pink. "I'm so sorry for trying to eat you," she apologizes, avoiding any mention of the drooling or ear-biting.

"Don't mention it," you say. "Besides, I basically asked for it by being so nosey."

She shakes her head. "If you didn't calm me down, things would have gotten really bad." She looks down at her untouched plate. "Thanks for talking to me, I feel a lot better now."

She sighs and picks up her fork. "Maybe if I hold my breath I can make myself eat something."

(2/2)

>Uh, maybe you should try eating in a more... private place? (Suggest somewhere)
>Let her try
>Write-in.

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>>39840902
I am ok with it.

>>39840941
>Let her try

I've gotten a Pizza caption 10 times in a row what the fuck.

>>39840941
>>Uh, maybe you should try eating in a more... private place? (Suggest somewhere)
Bring her back to your room. Feed Alice to her.Don't actually feed Alice to her

But back to a quiet place where you can discuss things should be okay. And getting Rotty Tops as a friend might help. Dunno if we should report this to Susan or not, as someone in the last thread pointed out it's a little naive to be so trusting of a super secret organization.

>>39840941
> Eat in our room, I guess

She gonna vomit everywhere or go on a rampage

>>39840999
Backing.

>>39840941
>Nah, let's try to find something else
Holding her breath might take care of the smell, but not the taste. Let's suggest that we hit up a butcher and try to find some pig brains. Pregnant women get strange cravings when their bodies are lacking something, maybe this is similar.

Let her try
>>39840968

Bring her back to your place
>>39840995
>>39840999
>>39841056

Get her pig brains
>>39841144

Bringing her back and suggesting pig brains okay with you guys?

Writing.

>>39841217
>Bringing her back and suggesting pig brains okay with you guys?
Sure.

Yeah, best to start her on short pork before she moves on to long pork

You decide to stop her now in case she starts vomiting and feeling even worse.

"Hey, uh, before you do anything, you want to come back to my place?"

She stares at you. "Y-your place?" she chokes out.

"Or we can go to your place, if you want," you backtrack quickly. "You know, to try forcing yourself to eat some food."

"Oh, r-right," she says, nodding. "Well, uh, sure, I guess." She pauses. "Yeah, that seems like a good idea. I don't know how well I'll be able to handle my food."

You snicker. "You make it sound like you're going to go get drunk."

She thinks for a moment and grimaces. "I don't even want to imagine what I would do if I got drunk right now."

You quickly sober up, resisting the urge to wipe away the remnants of saliva remaining on your ear. "Yeah, let's not do that," you agree.

"So, your place or mine?" she asks. "My roommate isn't there right now. Oh and by the way, I'm Liza."

"I'm Rachel," you respond. "My roommate is there, but she's asleep."

"Well, I'm fine either way," Liza says.

>Go to your room
>Go to her room
>Write-in.

>>39841789
> Your room
I don't like the idea of being alone with a ghoul.

>>39841789
>>Go to her room
No roommate? No problem!
Until she walks in on us with Liza doing almost anything related to brains.

>>39841789
>Go to your room

Of course, alternatively, if we go to her room, Alice might not get her head chomped on, and we won't have to explain a girl wanting to eat people

>>39841789
>Go to your room
I rather doubt (though am certainly not ruling out) that she got infected by a bad protein bar. Fewer variables the better.!

Your room
>>39841833
>>39841891
>>39841939

Her room
>>39841860

Roll 1d100 to not wake Alice up! Best of three.

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>39842210

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>39842210

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>39842210

>>39842276
and here i was thinking that it would be hard to do worse than 18

>>39842233
>>39842257
>>39842276
I told you we should have gone to her room.

>>39842233
>>39842257
>>39842276

What hahaha

>>39842360
>You immediately wake Alice up. Turns out, if she doesn't get her beauty sleep, she has to suck the blood out of people.

I'm just waiting for this to happen. I guess it would only happen on a crit fail, but apparently if I roll, I'd cause that like the slip up with Summer...

So Rachel Li is honey-tongued, terrible at sneaking about, and was somewhat lacking in willpower in regards to her involvements with a mysterious beautiful woman.

She's a bard!

>>39842571
we were sneaking pretty damn well through the brothel if i remember right

>>39842602
Not really. No one was out and about when we made our escape, but we had a disguise so that no one we know would recognize us. Otherwise, we were a normal customer. Not particularly sneaky.

>>39842571
>She's a bard
Hey, hey, we don't try to fuck -everything- that moves.

>>39842602
I was counting that as more of a disguise check. She may not be sneaky, but deception is another matter.

>>39842698
>Hey, hey, we don't try to fuck -everything- that moves.
yet

>>39842698
>Hey, hey, we don't try to fuck -everything- that moves.

But everything that moves seems to want to fuck us (sexually or mortally). Summer who was really aggressive in both, and now a ghoul who is attracted to us because she wants to eat our brain...
Next we'll learn that fae blood is a vampire delicacy.

>>39842910
>fae blood is a vampire delicacy
Psh, the blood is a bit gross with it's lack of iron.

The nanobots are delicious however....

Clearly, we should just try to use our bardic powers to lull Alice back to sleep. Then we can get back at working to satisfy Nibbles' appetite

>>39843029
I'm hoping on a crit success, we can warp reality and that her craving brains means that she's just not intellectually stimulated by her peers. So she's only interested in our head for now.

>>39840902
Naw dude, the psychological pressure of don't eat people's brains v.s. I want to so badly toying with our new friend, so we should go help her .

>>39842910
>But everything that moves seems to want to fuck us (sexually or mortally).
So we're a reverse bard, eh? Rare.

>>39843029
We could nibble on Alice's ear to put her to sleep.

>>39843412
Or a harem protagonist with a darker bent. Hey, wait...

I hope not though

"My room, then," you decide. "It might be weird to have your roommate walk in on us."

"On us doing what?" Liza asks.

You look at her strangely. "On you trying different types of foods and possibly throwing up?"

"Oh, right," Liza agrees. "That would be pretty hard to explain."

"So what's your roommate out doing?" you ask, taking the plates of food and standing up. "An early morning run or something?"

"Hah," Liza says. "I wish. She went out to some frat party last night and isn't back yet. Probably stayed over at some random guy's house, if you know what I mean."

You walk over to your table and grab your empty plates, stacking them underneath the plate you're currently holding. "What, you don't like parties?"

She shakes her head. "Not much of a party person myself, and it's really awkward when I come back and she's lying in bed with a stranger."

You laugh. "Wow, and now I'm really glad my roommate just sits at her computer all day."

The two of you go back to the register and purchase a few takeout boxes, then go around and get a wide variety of food while trying to avoid having them mix. You end up with some eggs, sausages, tomatoes, an omelet with everything including tofu and mushrooms, pancakes, jam, cereal, honey packets, syrup packets, ketchup sauce, mustard sauce, a blueberry muffin, and some cookies.

(1/4)

Honestly, you suspect that if Liza found her breakfast unpalatable, then most of the things she tried probably wouldn't taste good either. In fact, you'd probably suggest something like raw steak or pig brains to her, but for now she seems glad to have a task to focus on as she gathers her own array of foods.

The trek back to your dorm is short, the two of you making conversation as you walk back. She also lives in a dormitory on this section of the campus, although it's one of the older two-story buildings unlike your four-story.

When you reach your door, you hand your takeout box to Liza and carefully unlock and open the it. Quiet snores emanate from Alice's bed as you let Liza in and shut the door again.

As you do so, you realize that you have effectively brought a stranger into the room while Alice is sleeping. Liza tries to avoid looking at Alice as she sets the takeout box onto your desk.

"Are you sure this is okay?" she asks.

"She's a really deep sleeper," you explain. "Although it does feel kinda weird to do this while she's sleeping." You shrug. "Eh, I'm sure I can make something up if she wakes up, unless you want to tell her what your problem really is."

"I'd rather not have anyone know what's wrong with me," Liza whispers. "An excuse would be nice, thanks."

You nod, sitting cross-legged on your bed while you let Liza have the chair. You don't think Alice would appreciate it if she woke up in front of a stranger who was also using her stuff.

(2/4)

"Well, here goes nothing," Liza says, picking up a muffin.

"Wait, let me get you something in case you need to throw up." You open your drawer and grab a trash bag, handing it to her.

"Thanks," she says, pulling the plastic trash bag open and holding it in one hand.

She bites into the blueberry muffin and chews. Her eyes widen a second later and she immediately opens the trash bag, spitting out the piece of muffin. "Nope," she says, grabbing a tissue from the box on your desk and wiping her mouth. "It tastes like sawdust mixed with bleach."

The same thing happens with the tomatoes, ketchup, jams, and basically anything sweet. She has tears in her eyes at this point, the bag filled with a disgusting mixture of spit, tears, and food.

"You don't need to force yourself," you tell her, gently rubbing her back as she gags and uses a new tissue to wipe at her eyes. "Take your time. Hey, didn't you say something about some foods being bland?"

"Yeah," Liza sighs. "I was hoping I could find something else I can eat before trying the eggs and the meat."

"Well, at least you can eat them so you won't starve," you say optimistically.

"I guess so," Liza says, and takes a bite of the meat patty.

(3/4)

You watch as she looks like she's chewing something thoroughly unpleasant, but she manages to swallow it unlike the other foods she's tried.

"Hey!" you say with a grin. "That wasn't too bad, was it?"

"Guess not," she says weakly.

Her entire body convulses, and she barely manages to get the trash bag to her mouth before she vomits bile, her stomach empty of any other food.

You quickly move to support her, but she's racked with another spasm and slams her arm into the desk before falling out of her chair. Even as the chair tips over, you lunge forward and grab onto her arms, keeping her from slamming her head into the floor as she vomits.

It's over in a seconds as she breaths heavily into the trash bag, then loses her grip on it. In a miraculous display of reflexes, you grab the bag before it can hit the ground and open, keeping it in one hand as you support her with the other.

She whimpers as she lowers herself to the floor, curling up into fetal position with her hands on her stomach.

As she seems to stabilize, you get up to pick up the chair, only to find Alice sitting up in bed and staring at you.

"What the hell is going on?" she demands, her voice a little slurred from sleep but definitely still angry.

(4/4)

>What do you tell her?
>(Suggestions with support will be combined.)

>>39843923
>Just diagnosing a friend, no need to be concerned.

Offer some of the untouched take-out if any exist.

>>39843947
>>39843923
Seconding this. I'd try to come up with something better, but nothing comes to mind.hah

>>39843923
What, you know a better way to make new friend? Haha nah just kidding
>Just trying to help a friend, sorry for waking you up.

Oh yeah, give me a 1d100 to persuade Alice. Bonus from such a good success last time.

>>39843923
>>39844024
I'll support this, seems reasonable to me!

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>39844024
>tfw we will never outclass Nibbles who made a friend by nibbling us in the ear the first time we met.
>>39844042
rolling

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>39844042
Here goes nothing!

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>39844042
Don't worry, this time I checked her for axes first!

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>39844042
Here goes nothing

>>39843923
>Sorry, didn't mean to wake you. It's nothing that important.

>>39844058
>>39844062
>>39844063

Nice!

>>39844091
Well...one of them at least. But I guess that's what's important.

>>39844108
The important thing is one was good, and I didn't roll a critfail. Don't need to become a Zombie Fae.

Although I would laugh if we became part everything by the end of this quest due to crit fails.

Make a joke, claim you're just helping a friend, offer her breakfast.

Writing!

Always nice to wake up to some PI-ing!
I see our zombie needs some help still.

>>39844157
That would be quite the abomination.

>>39844181
an abomination who could glamour away all the rotting imperfections.

>>39844215
Pls.

>>39844157
>Although I would laugh if we became part everything by the end of this quest due to crit fails.
That would not be funny at all

Honestly I don't want us becoming anything else and just stay as we are and figure out what faeness we've got

>>39844215
Still fucking utterly disgusting and quest ruining.

Fuck that.

>>39844215
But only as long there was neither a full moon nor rain, and we had eaten a bloody brain recently without using silverware.

>>39844215
yeah no.

>>39844340
>>39844400
Okay, so what would a zombie fae be capable of then?
And quit being butthurt on something we aren't going to be.

>>39844324
>That would not be funny at all
Laughing doesn't have to be because it's funny. Sometimes you laugh because you can do nothing else.

>>39844383
No iron, no silver. Wood and plastic, huh?

>>39844340
>quest ruining
Because it's disgusting? Sorry you can't handle zombies in your weird fetish quest now, but as a story line where the paranormal is real and fairly prevalent, this is a possible outcome, outlandish as it is.

>>39844504
this isn't a fetish quest and becoming a zombie would be all sorts of stupid and game breaking, also completely debilatating

>>39844467
I guess you gain a very specialized sense of smell and strong impulses to indulge them. We don't know much about what else makes zombies supernatural at the moment, though.

>>39844504
>this is a possible outcome
considering how we're now fae, I doubt that

We should probably ask Susan about our new zombie friend, maybe hypothetically at first, but she clearly needs help that we can't provide

>>39844546
>she clearly needs help that we can't provide
That's silly. I'm sure if we put our mind to it, we can provide her with exactly what she needs.

But yeah, we should probably bring up the option at some point. I doubt she'll be game for it though, what with her reluctance to see a doctor. Which might leave us with just animal brains and cadavers as alternative options, if we choose to respect such her wishes.

>>39844683
>cadavers
The real reason we use these bodies is not for science but to keep the zombie population under control.

Speaking of zombies and since our new friend was possibly infected by a protein bar, does that mean there's a corporate scheme to infect people? Is RL trying to work in a message about how people are zombies to corporations?

>>39844683
>Which might leave us with just animal brains and cadavers as alternative options
not our job, our job is to report on this stuff, and our new employers are the best people to help her

because fuck we're not going to be running around killing animals and stealing corpses just trying to do this behind our jobs back, thats just stupid

we ask Susan for help and information and see what we can do for zombie friend, hopefully we can help her without Susan getting fully involved, but we can't just start sabotaging our job and working the entirely wrong way to help our new friend

>>39844718
Maybe the bar was a habit-forming soylent green.

>>39844720
Sure, it's our job, but that doesn't mean we have to report every little thing. I think it's important to let her choose, much like we made a choice on whether or not to tell the Bureau about our burgeoning new supernatural side. The main difference is the danger Liza may pose to herself and others, but she hasn't lost herself yet, so that's fairly small for now.

"Don't worry, this time I checked her for axes first!" you quip.

Alice continues staring at you, her eyes still heavy with sleep. "We had an axe murderer in here?"

"You had a what?" Liza mumbles from her position on the floor.

"It was a joke, guys," you say, rolling your eyes. Neither of them laugh. "Sorry, Alice, I was just helping Liza here with something."

"With what?" Alice asks suspiciously. "Are you doing drugs?"

"No!" you nearly shout. You cough, regaining control of yourself. "No, she's just a little nauseous because it's her... you know... time of the month."

Liza nods frantically on the floor, although you're not sure if Alice can see her.

"That sucks," Alice says sympathetically. "Good luck with that. I'm glad you're not doing anything illegal."

With that, she falls backwards into bed, immediately going back to sleep.

(1/2)

You crouch down and check on Liza to make sure she isn't choking on her vomit. Liza's still shivering a little, and her hands are cold, nearly frigid. You quickly tie the garbage bag and gingerly place it into your wastebin, then grab a blanket from your bed and cover Lisa with it, tucking her in.

She protests weakly at first, but you grab her hands and hold them in yours, trying to warm them up. It seems to work, as she stops shivering after a few minutes and opens her eyes, weakly grinning at you.

"Guess that didn't go too well, huh?" she asks.

"Nope," you say. "It's like you were allergic or something."

Her hands are warm now, so you let go of them and finally set your chair upright. She uses her hands to snuggle deeper into the blanket.

"I'm going to fall asleep if I lie here any longer," she says, making no effort to get up.

You glance at the clock on Alice's side of the wall. "It's eight AM right now."

"Yeah, but I'm tired," Liza murmurs.

You shrug and sit down in your chair. If you don't do anything, Liza is going to fall asleep. On the other hand, you can use this time to do some stuff, like seeing if you can find Liza any pig brains or something or ask Susan for help. And you still need to look up how you're going to open a checking account.

(2/2)

>Do stuff (Write-in)
>Ask Liza questions (Write-in)
>Write-in.

>>39844911
>but that doesn't mean we have to report every little thing
this is not a 'little thing'

sure her choices are important, but seriously she's a fucking massive danger to the community if she doesn't get help, how the fuck can you not see that or don't care?

>>39844934
see if there are any pig or sheep or cow brains available at a store nearby and ask Susan about any info on potential zombieism, say we heard a rumor or something at college

also
>write in
>write in
>write in
is not all that helpful

>>39844962 here again

we could also try raw meat

>>39844934
I'm not leaving a ghoul alone with our roommate, even if it's to find pig brains. We should try to get her to move and come with us, and we'll go out and get her something to gnaw on, and hopefully try to get that bank account open.

>>39844982
taking her with us sounds like a plan, maybe we have some uncooked meat in the fridge or something to wake her up with?

if we can't bring her with us, we can bring our roommate with us

>>39844962
Sorry, I'm reading your discussions and thought you guys had some good plans/discussion and wanted to give you some time to play investigator.

Er, it's hard to convey emotion over text, but I just want to say that I'm not being passive-aggressive and I'm not mad, you have a good point and I will introduce more directing options next time along with the choice to write-in.

>>39844934
>Take her with us, use our phone to look for a nearby butcher (or someplace else with a better meat selection than a generic grocery store), pick up some brain and a variety of meats.

Okay, looking for somewhere that sells brains, and bringing her with you if you go anywhere.

Can I get a vote on whether or not to ask/tell Susan? Remember that she said during the flight that there weren't any reported cases of zombies yet.

>Ask, but only hypothetically
>Ask, full disclosure
>Don't ask

>>39844934
>>39845086
I like this idea. Can try Susan after.

>>39845134
Fuck.
>Don't ask
I'm for asking Summer first for the simple reason that worst case she probably won't be interested, worst case for Susan is Manhunt: Zombie Edition.

>>39845153
Seconding. Who knows what they're doing to Summer.

Unless they're all fae....

>>39845134
>Ask, but only hypothetically

>>39845160
>Zombies are fae
>Werewolves are fae
>Vampires are fae
>Susan is fae
>We are f-shit

>>39845134
>don't ask.
definitely call if this doesn't work, though

>>39845134
>Don't ask for now

Not yet. Let's calm her down/stabilize her situation before we call it in.

Don't ask, don't tell
>>39845135
>>39845153
>>39845160
>>39845192
>>39845205
>>39845208

If, hypothetically speaking...
>>39845164

Writing!

>>39845051
prompts help focus and direct our attentions, and there are always writeins if we want to do something else

>>39845134
>Ask, but only hypothetically

Can we keep the name Rose for when we are up to shady stuff?

>>39845601
Only if we keep the hair.

>>39845609
You make it sound like we couldn't eventually learn to change our hair colour via fae powers. Either way I'm in favor of keeping the name as an alias. Even if Summer might spread it through the fae community.

>>39845609
I don't like the hair

Of course, the server was just waiting for RL to go to sleep before coming back!

I'd recommend saging so we're sure this is down for a potential next thread.

bump

>>39845601
Well, the name might be fine, but we'd probably want to come up with a different disguise. After all, punk girl Rose is probably wanted for questioning in regards to a missing persons case, especially with the mess in which we left Summer's room. Even when Summer's released, I doubt she'd have an easy time explaining that in a way that's favorable to her would-be client.

>>39845609
No deal.

Hadn't expected the first lasting argument of the quest to be about hair, narrowly beating out Summer vs our new employed.

>>39848445
/tg/ really cares about being the girl.

>>39848500
So I understand.
Gonna call next argument being outfit-related in some way.

>>39848537
Nah I figure it will be humanity supremacists vs supernatural fags

>>39849001
Maybe the superiority of humanity's fashion sense?

>>39848020
>implying spooky organization didn't call the place she works saying she suddenly fell ill and had to be evacuated to a medical center
Spooky people cover their tracks. We're probably in the clear, given that it's also almost impossible to not hear a helicopter land on your building. Summer will probably say whatever so that she goes back to her cozy lifestyle of fucking people.

>>39848537
>outfit related
I'm voting for our next disguise to be a latex catsuit.

>>39850199
With Lady Gaga leading the front, I think humanity is losing that fight.

>>39850554
>I'm voting for our next disguise to be a latex catsuit.
We're an investigator not a thief.

>>39850731
Who says we can't investigate a BDSM hookup party to find some kinky vampires? Besides, then the catsuit can have a utility belt with holy water in case the vampire becomes frenzied.

>>39850766
Well I don't think anons are gonna protest costumes used for blending in during missions (barring extreme stuff I guess) though. Same as anons not having a problem with neon hair while on the job. It's our daily looks that cause arguments.

>>39850766

Do vampires go to BDSM parties? I feel like they'd be more of the quiet, torture-dungeon having fellas.

>>39850793
Fair enough. I still think we should keep the neon hair, but I think I'm in the minority.

>>39850895
Probably to the hookup parties. When they find an appropriate, uh, subject, they can then head back to their personal dungeon.

>>39850972
I'm mildly in favor but have no real interest in sparking a bunch of arguing with the anon who's so vehemently against it.

What timezone is RL in anyway?

I think keeping neon-coloured hair for 'on mission' work might be a good idea. Having something very distinctive makes it harder for people to remember other features. Might have to get wigs or fae 'magic' to do it though, repeated dye/bleach cycles are not good for hair.

>>39851052
I'm guessing PST/GMT-8, based on twitter time logs of him posting.

I could be absolutely wrong though. Twitter isn't much to go by.

>>39851242
I dunno, doesn't he start in the later afternoon PST and run for 14+ hours straight?
I know he starts after midnight here in CET which is 9 hours ahead at least and means I miss half the threads.

>>39851317
Well, if this thread was started at 10:30PM EST(22:30 for people who hate AM/PM), it'd be 7:30PM/19:30 for him, which isn't too late. And he stopped 6 hours later at about 1:30AM/1:30 when 4chan took a dump. So it's pretty reasonable.

Not sure where the 14 hours straight came from, I missed the last 2 threads.

>>39851676
His previous threads lasted over 12 hours and he only stopped due to the aforementioned dump this time around. Besides that, he's tweeted about needing to get coffee to stay awake before starting twice so far, which means either early morning or late night start I'd think?

>>39851807
Ah. I imagine it runs late night. A different QM, DJ Sagara, starts his just after morning and before noon at about 11 his time, and will run technically until about 1AM the next morning. Recently he's had to have about a 5 hour break because he has work, but when he didn't, he'd run almost all day long with very few interruptions.

Bump so we can continue this if it's running again, or leave it for a new thread in that case?

>>39853739
Doesn't really matter, but I'd say just let this one die.

>>39854116
>>39853739

If you guys want to keep the thread alive, I'll be back in about an hour after getting some food and caffeine.

Also yeah, I'm in PST.

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>>39854362
God speed sleepy-chan.

>>39854362
Ah, okay.
Well, an hour can be done with one bump so you could have done it yourself!

>>39854445
I don't think you can bump your own thread. Or at least, that's how it works on some boards, not sure if /tg/ is one of them.

>>39854499
You can but it's looked down upon. almost like jerkin yourself off in public.

>>39855473
Jerking off in public is looked down on?

>>39856031
Yup and in some places it's illegal.

>>39856124
Thanks Obama.

For now, you're not going to tell Susan about Liza. After all, Susan did say that there hasn't been any cases of zombieism before.

Instead, you open up your laptop and start looking for places that sell brains. You backtrack a little when you're not sure what brains would be suitable for a zombie to consume, and instead do a little more research on looking up brains that might be similar to a human brain. Maybe if it matches closely enough, Liza will be able to eat it.

You look into intelligence and genetic similarity, and decide that your best bet is probably some kind of intelligent mammal. Pigs, apparently, are candidates for future organ transplants for humans, so maybe their brains might work well. Mice and rats might be candidates due to their intelligence. You're not really sure if you can or want to get your hands on chimpanzee, dog, or cat brains, so you discontinue that line of thought.

It seems that you can also buy the organs of various farm animals online, the non-preserved kind, but you're not too sure how fresh they need to be. Butcher shops apparently don't normally carry brains or most organs, but you might be able to make a special request for them to save the parts for you. However, you find that there's a Chinatown about an hour or so away by car and three hours by public transportation that probably has butcher shops that sell various animal parts, including whole pig heads and brains.

(1/2)

With that business done, you quickly look up how to set up a checking account. It's not hard, apparently. All you need is your personal details, social security number, and some sort of government ID. Your driver's license would probably work, and you have your passport just in case it's not enough. It should only take an hour, so that means you can just take a bus into town and set it up at a bank.

It's around eight-thirty in the morning now, and you're pretty sure Liza has fallen asleep on the floor. You're probably going to have to wake her up if you're going anywhere or if you want to ask her any questions. It wouldn't be good to risk her suddenly going crazy and trying to eat Alice. Or maybe you can take your chances and see if you can get stuff done before either of them wake up.

(2/2)

>Go to Chinatown
>>By public transportation
>>None of your friends have cars, see if you can bum a ride off Caroline
>>Bum a ride off Susan
>Order brains online
>See if you can order brains at butcher shop in town
>Set up bank account
>Write-in.

>>39856339
>Go to Chinatown
>>None of your friends have cars, see if you can bum a ride off Caroline
Public transport...eeeeh...

>>39856339
>Go to Chinatown
>>By public transportation

>>39856339
>Go to Chinatown
>>Bum a ride off Susan

>>39856339
>Go to Chinatown
>>By public transportation
Gotta be safe!

>>39856339
>Set up bank account

>>39856339
>Go to Chinatown
>Taxi/Uber
This IS LA after all.

>>39856656
Dunno if we should use an expensive taxi, even with our new job.

>>39856695
I guess we shouldn't spend suspiciously. But one taxi-trip, is that gonna matter?

Caroline
>>39856395

Susan
>>39856498

Public transportation (bus+train)
>>39856491
>>39856580

Taxi/Uber (I should have included this as an option)
>>39856656

Bank account after
>>39856604

I didn't include the taxi/Uber option, do you guys want to vote on it?

>Public transportation (Cheaper)
>Uber

>>39856883
>Public transportation (Cheaper)

>>39856883
>Public transportation (Cheaper)

>>39856883
>Public transportation (Cheaper)

>>39856883
>Uber

>>39856932
>>39856936
>>39856946
>>39857013

Alright, pretty clear.

Just noticed this didn't get pasted into the post, sorry, please vote:

>Wake Alice up, bring her with you
>Wake Liza up, bring her with you
>Don't wake either of them up

>>39857056
Fffff
>Wake Alice up, bring her with you
NEET bully

>>39857056
>Wake Alice up, bring her with you

GET THE HELL UP

>>39857056
>Wake Liza up, bring her with you
Zombie problem is zombie's, no reason to disturb the neet's beauty sleep.

>>39857056
>Wake Liza up, bring her with you

>>39857056
>>Wake Liza up, bring her with you

>>39857091
>>39857100
>wake up Alice, we need to go buy brains in chinatown

>>39857252
Sounds like a nice movie-trailer line.

>>39857056
>>Wake Liza up, bring her with you
Gotta check if we can expense our transport to Shady Probably Government Agency.

Alice

>>39857091
>>39857100
>>39857252

Liza
>>39857109
>>39857154
>>39857167
>>39857342

Writing!

>>39857487
Not sure if >>39857252 was meant just to point out the weirdness of dragging Alice along or as a vote. But no matter.

>>39857564
Ah, well, it was a new IP so I assumed it was a vote.

>>39857576
How do you tell?

>>39857638
Appchanx

>>39857670
Just tried it out, how the fuck do you get this shitty banner to go away?

Can't wait 'til Liza starts salivating in the shop and then goes into a frenzy

>>39858117
What if she doesn't like any of it, anon? What if only grade A human meat works?

Well I gotta sleep, thanks for running. No deaths by the time I wake up please. Especially zombie-related ones.

>>39858142
Then she'll either die of starvation or end up eating somebody. And then we might have to kill her or something.

Although that'd be stupid, because if this is the first case of zombification to be reported, it should be studied instead of disposed of.

>>39858371
> Studied

You mean dissected right?

>>39858371
Just feed her corpses.

Captcha is making me hungry.

Kind of long update, sorry.

Almost done.

>>39859623
Well, we didn't have to roll to stop rampage, so that's good

>>39858418
Susan gonna start cuttin' up motherfuckers left and right when the dragons get here

>>39858566
Are those two statements related?

Yeah, you're going to make the trip to Chinatown today. No point in delaying things further, and you're pretty sure you've studied enough for your finals tomorrow. Making sure Liza doesn't lose control and break through someone's skull to eat their meaty thinking parts is more important than a few grade points.

However, you're going to need transportation if you want to go to Chinatown. None of your friends have cars, so you're only options are public transportation, some sort of taxi ride, asking Caroline if she can give you a ride, and asking Susan for a ride. You decide not to bother Caroline, as it's finals week and you're not sure if she'd want to go somewhere the day before finals. Susan doesn't know about Liza, and you decide that it's for the best if you keep her in the dark for now.

After looking over your funds and looking up taxi service prices, you realize that if you want to go by taxi you're either going to have to dip into your debit card for money, which might raise uncomfortable questions with your parents, or ask Susan for money, which might make her ask you what you're doing.

In the end, you decide to go with plain old-fashioned public transportation. You have enough money in cash to spend that wouldn't make your parents suspicious, and you'll have a little bit left over in case Liza can't fully pay for her own tickets.

(1/5)

Speaking of Liza, you should probably wake her up and ask her if she's okay with your plan. She's still sleeping peacefully on the floor, her unnaturally pale face making her look like a corpse. The longer you stare at her, the more worried you get that she's actually dead or turning into a zombie, so you gently tap her shoulder to try to wake her up.

Her eyes pop open and she looks up at you. "I fell asleep, didn't I?"

You smile in relief. "Yup. Only for half an hour though, and I think I have a few ideas for your, uh, problem."

"Anything besides raiding morgues," she pleads.

You admit the thought crossed your mind at one point, although you didn't want to acknowledge it. "That's only the very last resort," you tell her. "But yes, I have a better idea. Why don't we go buy some pig brains and see if you can eat those instead? They're intelligent and relatively genetically similar to humans."

She thinks for a moment, biting her lip. "And if that doesn't work?"

"Then we can try rats or mice, if you need intelligent brains," you say. "Cow brains might work too, and we can always branch off into more weird stuff as we keep going."

"Sounds better than my idea, at least," she says, slowly pulling the blanket off of herself. "Hopefully I won't end up having to bite the living heads off of rodents. So where are we going to get them from?"

She's looking a little wobbly, so you grab her hand and help her up. "I was thinking about going to a Chinatown. It's about four hours from here by public transportation, and Google tells me that it's the only place where we might be able to reliably buy pig brains."

(2/5)

She stands up and nearly trips on her own feet, falling against you as you support her. "Sorry," she apologizes, looking embarrassed. "I'm kind of stiff right now, probably from sleeping on the floor."

Either that or you're actually turning into a zombie, you think to yourself. But you don't say that and just nod, holding her steady until she's able to stand on her own. Her hands are a little warmer now, to the point where you could probably pass it off as poor circulation issues rather than impending zombification.

"Okay, so public transportation," she says. "I have enough money to pay for us and whatever we need to buy."

"Crap, I forgot to look up how much pig heads cost," you realize. "Give me a second to look it up. And thanks for offering, but I'll pay for my tickets. I'm the one who suggest that we go to Chinatown anyways."

She nods, then sits on your bed and wraps the blanket around herself as you open up your laptop and start searching again. Thankfully, whole pig heads don't seem to cost much. Probably because the bones weigh a lot and there isn't that high of a demand for them, but you only need the brains anyways.

You leave a note for Alice on your desk, telling her you're going to be out buying some stuff and that you probably won't be back until late afternoon. You grab your backpack and put your "work wallet" with your fake ID inside it in case you need to resume your false identity, along with a bunch of plastic bags and some other essentials.

(3/5)

Liza says something about going back and grabbing her own backpack, and that she'll meet you at the bus stop. You reluctantly agree, making sure she can demonstrate to you that she's able to walk before you let her go off by herself.

True to her word, you've only been waiting at the bus stop for a few minutes before she's back. Looking closely, she does look kind of stiff, although her movements seem to smooth out as she keeps moving toward you.

The bus comes every hour or so, which means that you don't have to wait long before it arrives. It's a little awkward on the bus at first, the two of you not really sure what to talk about. However, by the time you get to the train station, you're actively engaging her in conversation about school, namely some of the core classes that you're taking for your major and how different they are from high school classes.

The two of you take seats next to each other on the second floor of the train. The train isn't very full at first, but begins to fill up at every stop. You see a lot of touristy people stepping on as you get closer to your destination.

Liza seems to be fine for now, though you can see her eyelids drooping as the motion of the train lulls her to sleep. You're not sure how safe it is for her to sleep, considering what happened in your room, but on the other hand she seems like she could really use the rest. And maybe going to sleep would let her save energy or something so she wouldn't need to eat as many brains.

(4/5)

A smell disrupts you from your reverie, the scent of something flowery and grassy invading your senses. You're tempted to dismiss it as perfume at first, but then you have to wonder what kind of person would wear a perfume that makes them smell like a combination of daisies and freshly lawnmowered grass.

It fades away after a few seconds, though. Maybe your nose malfunctioned for a moment or something.

(5/5)

>Follow the smell
>Stay and watch over Liza
>Ask Liza questions to stop her from falling asleep and to learn more about what happened yesterday (Write-in)
>Write-in.

Also:
>What else did you bring on this trip? (Besides your wallet and plastic bags)
>Extra clothing
>Fake glasses
>Flashlight
>Bottle of water
>Snacks
>Work cell
>Personal cell
>Earbuds
>Laptop
>Duct tape
>Scissors
>Blank notebook
>Pencil
>(Reasonable) write-in.

>>39860344
> Talk to Liza. Ask about when the symptoms started, like what she might have done to cause them.

We brought
> Duct tape
> Scissors
> Water
> Extra clothing
> Both cells

I think that's all we'll need, considering most ways this could go down

>>39860344
>Stay and watch over Liza
I'm a bit of a coward I guess, and this seems like the safer option.

>Fake glasses
>Flashlight
>Bottle of water
>Snacks
>Work cell
>Personal cell
>Duct tape
>Scissors
>Blank notebook
>Pencil

>The sharpest knife we've got.
Opening a pig head probably won't be easy, and pigs have pretty thick skin.

>>39860568
Sharpest knife you have is a one of those smallish pointy fruit knives. Actual largeish multipurpose knives aren't allowed on campus and you don't own one.

Er, the post is a little long so I'll give some more voting time.

If it seems like people are just leaving I guess I'll continue with >>39860510 questions.

>>39860344
>>39860510
Seconding this.

>>39860670
Hmm. I guess we'll just have to drop it from a rooftop or something to break it open. Well, unless we can find a blunt object or something to smash it that way. Or maybe Liza has skull-cracking zombie powers...

Lots of things
>>39860568

Just the needed things
>>39861055
>>39860510

And stay and watch over Lisa and talk to her.

Writing.

Is op, like, 1000% ded?

>>39862796
Nope, still alive, just taking a while to write because people are distracting me. Longish update coming up.

Following the smell is tempting, but you don't want to leave Liza here while she's falling asleep and defenseless.

Instead, you try to wake Liza out of her drowsiness by asking her some more questions about what happened the day before.

"Liza, could you tell me more about how you got sick?"

She blinks are you wearily before nodding. "Like I said, I ate a protein bar that tasted weird. And then I felt kind of funny a while after that."

"How long did it take for your symptoms to appear?" you ask, feeling like some sort of doctor.

She hesitates. "I...I'm not sure? That's weird," she says. "I don't remember what happened after I ate the protein bar. Must have passed out or something."

"You passed out?" you ask, worried. "Did you feel sick or anything?"

She shakes her head. "No, and I didn't really pass out now that I think about it. It's more like... you know how you sometimes lose track of time and don't really remember what happened then?"

You stare at her. "Does that happen to you usually? Because that sounds like you either have some sort of medical condition or you're doing drugs."

"...Okay, yeah, that kind of thing doesn't usually happen to me either, but that's the best way I can explain it." She shrugs. "I just know that I'm sure that I didn't pass out, it just feels like I was on autopilot during that time."

"Well, did you wake up in a different area you used to be in?" you ask.

"I don't think so," she says, looking worried now. "I mean, I ate it after my roommate left, and when I woke up I was still in my room. Do you think I did something bad while I was on autopilot?"

(1/3)

"No, no," you reassure her. "If you really went out and ate people, I'm sure someone would have found out about it by now. It's not like the school isn't going to notice a brainless body on the ground."

She looks a little sick, but shakily nods at your words. "You're right, they would have sent one of those campus alerts if someone had actually found something. But still... what if I just hid the body really well? What if I ate the entire person?"

"Okay, calm down," you say firmly. "That would be breaking the laws of physics, wouldn't it? There's no way you can fit an entire person into your stomach. And besides, if you were on autopilot, I doubt you could have done something as complicated as perfectly hiding a body and not leaving any evidence behind."

"Y-yeah," she agrees. "I think I'll just stop thinking about it now."

The rest of the train ride is spent in silence, Liza looking a little disturbed and unable to fall asleep. You use the time to locate a few butcher shops to visit in order of distance from the train station.

There's a lot of people on the train when you finally arrive, so you wait for most of the stream of people to leave before you help Liza up and get off the train. Once again she's a little stiff, but she does a few stretches and tells you that she's okay.

The station is neat and clean, with light shining inside from large windows. You walk straight to the exit and out the doors, Liza right next to you. You find yourself facing dense rows of buildings covered in large signs with Chinese characters displayed on them, interesting smells coming out of them and mixing in the air. Crowds of people move down busy streets, the roads clogged with cars and distinctive yellow taxis.

The noon sun is shining overhead, not as warm as it could be in the summer but still providing you with a bit of heat. Liza doesn't seem too affected by the mild weather, despite her only wearing a single t-shirt.

(2/3)

You show Liza the location of the closest butcher shop. "It's not too far, so we can either hail a taxi or walk there," you say.

"Mmm," she hums nervously, biting her lip and looking around the street. "I don't know if I can be near all of these people."

"Taxi it is, then," you decide quickly.

It takes a few tries, but eventually a taxi stops for you. You open the door and usher Liza in first before getting in yourself. The interior smells like cigarettes and sweat, but you ignore it as you read the address out loud to the driver.

It's a short drive, but he doesn't dawdle and takes you straight to your destination, so you give him a good tip as you pay the fare.

The butcher shop has large glass displays, strings of meats and sausages hanging from hooks visible from the outside. You watch as Liza sees the display and scrunches her nose, taking deep breaths.

"You smell anything you like?" you ask her discreetly.

She shakes her head. "Too far, I think, even if they did have pig brains in stock. But I might be able to smell it if I go inside."

You hesitate. Would it really be wise to bring her with you into the store?

(3/3)

>Yeah, so she can tell you if they sell brains so you don't have to spend precious time waiting in line.
>No, leave her outside in case she goes crazy from the smell
>Write-in.

>>39863167
>Yeah, so she can tell you if they sell brains so you don't have to spend precious time waiting in line.

>>39863167
> Leave her outside, in a relatively secluded area, then go ask about ze branz

>>39863167
> Leave her outside, in a relatively secluded area, then go ask about ze branz
Hopefully this is an option. If there's nowhere that seems right, then let's bring her in with us.

>>39863167
>Yeah, so she can tell you if they sell brains so you don't have to spend precious time waiting in line.

>>39863167
>1st
>just be ready to take her outside should something happen

Go in, save time.
>>39863219
>>39863339
>>39863564

Leave her outside
>>39863249
>>39863334

Writing!

Please roll a 1d100, best of three.

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>39863622

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>39863622
Please don't mess up

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>39863622
Time to see where the brains of this operation truly lie.

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>39863622

>>39863664
>>39863742
>>39863765
Passed by a little bit, nice!

>>39863768
Dang, 6 seconds late.

>>39863765
Thanks to you, not in the street

"Okay, let's go inside together," you finally decide. "But the moment you feel like you're going to go crazy or something, we're stepping back out, okay?"

She nods, so you enter the shop when her, letting her go first.

"If you smell anything that you want, just tell me," you whisper to her.

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, shuddering as she releases it. "Nothing yet," she whispers back. "Let's wait in line for a bit."

The counter is absolutely swarming with people, so you just take a spot in the line and wait for the crowd to move forward. Liza is trembling as people press in around her, but she also has a determined expression on her face, her eyebrows furrowed as she concentrates and stares at her hands. She clenches her fists a few times, her arms tense as she takes steady breaths.

Even you can smell the scent of raw meat as you draw closer to the counter. You look around the displays and try to look for something like an animal head. There's quite a few organs on display, but nothing that resembles brains.

You listen closely to the people around you, recognizing some words or phrases. You're not the best at reading or writing mandarin, but you're decent at speaking the language. Although a variety of dialects and accents fill the shop, you can still understand the gist of what they're saying. Unfortunately, you can't seem to hear anyone order brain or whole heads.

(1/2)

Someone ahead of you in line points toward the display case and orders some kidneys and liver. The butcher behind the counter grabs them and slaps them down on the scale with the sound of the wet meat thickly impacting the smooth metal surface.

You place a hand on Liza's back and guide her forward in line, only to find that her entire body is shivering violently. "Liza?" you ask. "You okay?"

She whips her head toward you, strands of saliva dripping down her mouth as she frantically covers her mouth with her arm. Her eyes are wide open and wild.

You're prepared to restrain her before she attacks anyone, but she blinks and her eyes go back to normal, though drool still drips down her arm. "Too many people," she whispers hoarsely. "And I smelled it."

That's enough conformation for you. You grab her arm and walk her out of the store, muttering apologies in mandarin as you brush past people.

The moment you step outside, Liza releases the breath that she was holding and gasps. "I-I think I'll just wait out here," she wheezes. "I definitely smelled something in there, so maybe you might be able to buy what we need."

"Wait, did it smell like human brain or pig brain?" you ask her. "Can you tell?"

She shakes her head. "I'm sure it's just pig brain, but no, I can't really tell. I just smelled something that was a lot stronger, like it wasn't in a skull, so I thought it was pig brain."

Okay. Well, that means they either do sell pig brain, or there's something really shady going on back there. You wish you had a sample of pig brain so you could ask her to compare the smells.

(2/2)

>Just go in
>Look for a different place
>Write-in

Also:
>Leave Liza outside
>Bring her back inside
>Write-in.

>>39864593
> Just go in
> Leave her outside

Bust up in that bitch asking for any and all brain you got, possibly out of the skull

>>39864593
>Just go in
>Leave Liza outside
Grab whatever brains they have and get out. Can't leave her alone too long

>>39864593
>Just go in
>Leave Liza outside

>>39864593

> Just go in
> Leave her outside

>>39864593
>Just go in
>Leave Liza outside
Time to pick up some craniyums, and attempt not to leave her too long like >>39864639 said

>>39864618
>>39864639
>>39864645
>>39864651
>>39864697

Run in, grab stuff, leave.

Writing! Please roll a 1d100.

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>39864818

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>39864818

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>39864818

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>39864818

>>39864860
>>39864902
>>39864910

Wow okay, writing!

I feel like if this pig brain plan fails we should probably call Susan about this.

>>39864960
Why not Fae mom? As long as we're clear to her that this isn't cashing in that favor she owes us.
If Fae mom doesn't know anything, then we should go to Susan.

>>39865010
Because a Fae is likely to think that a rampaging zombie would be funny and give us bad advice for shits and giggles

>>39864960
I agree, though convincing her may be tricky. Even if the pig brains work out, we should still mention the bureau to her, offer to contact them on her behalf if /when she decides she wants more professional help with her condition

>>39865142
we could always not tell Liza and just ask Susan as a hypothetical like the option we had before

>>39865142
Don't just tell her about the secret government agency. Tell her that we might know someone who can help but that they're a bit titchy about privacy so you'll need to get the ok first, then call the agency.

>>39865132
A rather narrow view, she could give us help and besides she probably knows we'd take whatever advice she'd give us with a grain of salt so she'd probably also be honest in regards to what she tells us. I'd be omre worried about her thinking that this is the favor we have, and would try to make damn clear that it isn't. This would just us saying hi and seeing how fae-mum is doing and wondering if she might know anything about our new friend.

"Alright, I'll be in and out as fast as I can," you tell her. "Just, uh, stand here and look like you're busy, I guess."

"I can totally do that," she says, and pulls out her phone.

You're not really sure if she's actually texting someone, but if she's not she's doing a very good impression of it.

The reek of flesh and blood hits your nose again as you walk back inside, the store a few degrees cooler than the air outside. You're afraid that people might recognize you and look at you weirdly, considering you just ran past all of them while dragging Liza along, but no one gives you a second glance as you get back in line.

When you finally reach the counter, you ask the butcher if he has any whole pig heads or brains. He frowns a little, shaking his head, before saying that he doesn't stock it very often and ran out a few days ago. However, he gives you the address of another butcher shop, telling you that they sell whole pig heads on a regular basis.

You're a little disappointed, but you realize how unlikely it would be if the first shop you went to sold whole pig heads. Or would it be likely? Considering that you're in Chinatown, of all places.

You thank the butcher and go back outside, meeting up with Liza.

"They didn't have it," you tell her. "They don't stock it that often, apparently, and they ran out a few days ago."

"Damn," Liza says, putting away her phone with trembling hands.

"It's fine," you say. "He gave me the address to another butcher shop that actually does sell pig heads."

"How far is it?" she asks.

(1/2)

You shrug, pulling out your phone and putting the address in. It puts you a few miles away from your current location, but it's nothing that a taxi ride can't handle.

"Not too far," you say. "How much money do you have left? We're going to need to take another cab ride, unless you want to walk a few miles."

"I have enough money," she says. "Please, let's just get some as soon as possible."

You hear the urgency in her voice and quickly hail another taxi, giving the driver the address. As you watch the streets crawl by, you take some time to review the situation. Liza seems to be exhausted, but she's still sitting upright and staring out the windows as though she could will the taxi to go faster. You, on the other hand, realize that you're currently hours away from your college, on a day before your finals, helping some kind of zombie girl find pig brains to eat so she doesn't chew on living people.

Wow. It's like you're in a movie or something. If this was a movie though, you'd probably have someone tailing your car, out to—

Wait a minute, you've definitely seen that car before. Sure, there are a lot of white sedans on the streets, but this one was there when you looked around a few minutes ago, and is still here even after all of the twists and turns your car made. Not only that, it's still exactly one car behind you.

You start feeling your heart thudding in your chest, your vision sharpening as you glance out the other windows. There doesn't seem to be anything weird going on other than the car presumably tailing you, and there are plenty of people on the streets, so you doubt they would try something in front of all of these people.

Maybe you're just being paranoid?

(2/2)

>Keep heading to your destination
>Stop the taxi, go hide somewhere
>Tell the taxi driver to go faster
>Write-in.

>>39865520
>Keep heading to your destination

and this probably wont do much but we can try
>Tell the taxi driver to go faster

>>39865520
>Keep heading to your destination
>Tell the taxi driver to go faster

>>39865541
>>39865623

Welp okay then, guess you two are my last readers standing.

>>39865520
>Keep our heading
>Kinda subtly try and get a better view of the car behind you.
I'm talking like type, maybe try and get a view of its license plate in some way.

>>39865717
I'm here too, don't worry

If we get a moment can we call Summer and ask if zombies actually exist? That kind of information would be useful.

>>39865791

Do you guys want to try while you're in the cab?

>Yes
>No

>>39865849
Yes, need information like this

There isn't anything you can do, you decide. Besides, even if you called the cops, how were you supposed to prove that they're following you? Sure you could record them and have the cab driver circle around for a while, but then Liza might be in trouble if you didn't get the brains quickly enough.

Instead, you just pull out your phone and take a few pictures of the cars tailing you, making sure to get its license plate number and the driver's face as clearly as possible. It's a little too far to make out his facial features, but his head seems to be clean-shaven.

When Liza notices and asks you what you're doing, you just tell her that you're taking a few pictures of the scenery. After all, it's not like you come here very often. She seems to accept it and goes back to staring out of the window, her focus honestly creeping you out a little.

You forward and ask the driver if he can go faster. He grunts and shakes his head, pointing to all of the traffic around you guys. You nod and thank him to be polite, then go back to monitoring the car tailing your taxi.

Your taxi arrives at the butcher shop without incident, the white sedan pulling away before you reach the shop. After paying the driver and helping Liza out of the car, you take a second to look around and make sure that the bald man isn't anywhere nearby.

You realize that you have to make another choice. Either you bring Liza inside and risk her going berserk, or you leave her outside and possibly to the mercy of whoever was following you.

>Take her inside, tell her to cover her nose and stand far away from all the people and the meats
>Leave her outside, tell her to stay near people and scream for help if someone tries to mess with her
>Write-in.

>>39865931
Sorry, you're the only one who voted and I don't want to make anyone else mad. Would it be okay for me to wait for a consensus before you guys decide to call Summer?

>>39866010
I would go full disclosure, but failing that ask now. If a whole batch of protein bars were contaminated it could be more than just Lisa affected.

>>39866000
>Leave her outside
>Try to keep your eye on her
She didn't seem to be able to handle the last butcher's shop.

>>39866050
>>39866000
Oh, and
>leave her outside, tell her to stay near folks

>>39866010
>>39866050
We need more information anyway, what if the pig brains don't work? We need a plan b

>>39866000
>Leave her outside, tell her to stay near people and scream for help if someone tries to mess with her

>>39866064
Plan A isn't very sustainable to begin with. If we're working for a clandestine government organisation and we don't trust them enough to tell them about a potential outbreak of brain-affecting disease, we shouldn't be working for them at all. This girl's sick, and we should see if our friends can help - at the least they can give her fresh brains.

And we haven't given her the choice yet, either. Would she rather risk hurting and killing other people and eating brains, or go with some friends who might be able to help, and might be able to stop whatever's happening with her if we're very lucky?

We can tell her our number and tell her to keep us updated so we know she's ok and not dissected.

And we can make sure the protein bars aren't the cause of it, or at least aren't all over the place.

Call Summer
>>39866050
>>39866057

Leave her outside
>>39866057
>>39866104
>>39866056

Writing!

>>39866118
I think the problem was that telling our employers is a point of no-return.

The problem would then likely be taken out of our hands.

Our character seems to want the situation to be resolved so that everyone is happy at the end, whether that is possible or not, calling our employers may mean that it ends badly for Liza.

>>39866245
NOT calling them may mean it ends badly for a lot of other people. But yeah, while Lisa's said she doesn't want a doctor we would really want to ask Lisa first if she'd want to risk hurting other people or go see people who stand a chance of getting her some help.


Did we even ask what these folks did with vampires? We didn't, did we?

>>39866283
It was kinda implied that they get dissected. Whether that's while they're alive or not, we don't know.

>>39866283
We should also consider that our employers may not even be able to help her. Susan did say they had never seen any zombies before.

"Liza, can you stay outside again?" you ask her. "Make sure you're near people, but try not to eat them. If anything happens, just shout and I'll come over, okay?"

She nods stiffly, then grabs her wallet and hands it to you. "Okay. Here's some extra money, in case you can't afford the stuff."

You nod. "Thanks. Alright, I'll be in and out as quick as possible again."

The store is similar to the previous one, except a little bit smaller. It seems to be slightly more exotic, with various types of meats and organs displayed under the glass counters. A few whole animal heads sit under the counter too.

The line is shorter, and as a result you're quickly able to place your order. You point at the pig head and ask the butcher if he can slice it in half and sell you just the brain. He nods and takes it from inside the display, slapping it down on the table it the back and sliding it into a vibrating meat saw.

While he's busy cutting the head, you turn around and look at Liza through the glass display windows. She's still standing there quite motionlessly, a phone in her hand, but she's not looking at it anymore. Instead, she's just staring at the people walking by.

(1/2)

You keep one eye on her as the butcher places the meat into a plastic bag and weighs it on the scale. He rings up the price, which is a little more expensive than you thought it would be, but you're still able to afford it with your own money. You ask him for some ice and he obliges, grabbing another plastic bag and placing some ice inside it before layering it over the bag with the brains.

The brain is a smaller than you expected, but you hope it's enough as you put another few layers of plastic bag over it and shove it into your backpack.

You run outside and grab onto Liza's arm, pulling her toward you before she can lunge at any passerby.

"Calm down!" you urgently whisper at her, shaking her shoulders a little.

She sniffs and turns toward you, licking her lips. "I'm fine," she insists. "You got it?"

"Yes, yes," you tell her. "But I don't want you eating it on the street in front of random people."

"Fine," she hisses. "Where are we going?"

(2/2)

>Nearest alley
>Take a cab and go home first
>Write-in.

>>39866481
>Nearest alley

>>39866481
>nearest alley
Down and dirty, baby.

>>39866481
>Nearest alley

>>39866481
I'd say alley to give her a piece of it to see how she reacts and possibly tide her over, and then go home. Even if it's an alley, there's still going to be people around and a chance to be discovered. Unless we can somehow put a glamour over us that'll hide our presence.

Alley
>>39866506
>>39866528
>>39866538

Reasonable suggestion with unfortunately little support.
>>39866541

Writing!

>>39866669
>>39866541
It's a good plan, but I'm not going to interrupt a zombie eating brains.

>>39866696
Where's your sense of adventure?!

>>39866669
I might have supported if I was awake, but it's no big deal.

"Here," you say. "Come on."

She doesn't resist as you lead her into a nearby alley a few buildings away from the butcher shop. When the crowd on the streets thin for a bit, you casually walk into the alley with Liza behind you.

You keep going down the alley until you reach a corner and turn it, ending up behind a brick building. Liza drools without even bothering to cover her mouth as you reach inside your layers of plastic bag and hand the one with the brains inside to her.

She opens it and sniffs, an enraptured expression on her face as she stares at the bloody organ. "God, it smells so good even though it looks so disgusting."

"Just be careful and try a little bit at first," you caution her. "It might smell good, but you still might throw it up if it doesn't suit you."

She nods and reaches into the bag, but you grab her hand and stop her again. "Sorry, but I don't have any napkins with me. Can you use the bag as a wrapper so your hands aren't coated with brain juice? I've got some water to wash your hands if anything still gets on you."

She agrees and grabs the bits of soft organ through the plastic, careful not to crush it, and brings it to her mouth, nibbling on a small piece before swallowing it.

You're kind of startled when she just crams as much as she can into her mouth after that, ripping and barely chewing before swallowing, the entire organ disappearing in two bites. She licks her lips clean and covers her mouth before letting out a little burp.

"Was that it?" she asks you.

"Yeah, but I can go buy some more if you want," you say. "Although it might be a little suspicious if I go back in right after I just bought some."

"It's okay," she says. "I think I'm good for now."

She suddenly hugs you. "Thank you so much," she whispers. "I know what would have happened without you helping me, and it would have been really bad."

"Your welcome," you say, hugging her back. "Glad I was able to help in time."

>But don't get your hopes up, we still don't know what's going on. How are you feeling?
>Just let her have her moment
>Write-in.

Also:
>Go back home now
>Investigate whoever was following you
>Buy more brains
>Write-in.

>>39867081
>Just let her have her moment
>Go back home now

We have to ensure our charge's safety after all.
Also call the office and ask for advice/lore about zombies.

>>39867081
>Just let her have her moment
>Buy more brains
>Investigate whoever was following you

>>39867081
>Just let her have her moment
For now.
>Go back home now

>>39867081
>But don't get your hopes up, we still don't know what's going on. How are you feeling?
>Buy more brains
>Investigate whoever was following you
We REALLY should buy more brains.

>>39867081
>Just let her have her moment
>Buy more brains

we really really need to call susan soon about this...

>>39867081
>Just let her have her moment
>Buy more brains
>Go back home now

>>39867081
>Don't celebrate too soon

We need to resolve the situation. What if Liza cracks someone's head open tomorrow? We can't watch her all the time. I think we should call our employers and tell them something weird is going on, but the situation is under control for now.

Hopefully if they see that Liza can be controlled, they won't lock her up/dissect her.

We can't just leave it at this, we need more information/outside help.

>>39867165
>>39867201

We can't just go back home now. This is what we were hired for; to help a government organisation stop paranormal things from harming the population.

We should at least tell them.

Don't be a buzzkill
>>39867109
>>39867124
>>39867165
>>39867195
>>39867201

Be one
>>39867181
>>39867205

Also, buying more brains for now.

Writing!

>>39867274
>>39867205
AUGH WAIT

We can ask her if she wants help from a government agency that might be able to help, and probably won't dissect her, and also ask the agency what their views on potentially harmful people who have their cravings under control. Like, if we were to have found a vampire who's got a source of non-human blood. What they'd do with them.

>>39867274
Liza COULD be uninvolved though, and having to protect her while snooping isn't exactly ideal.

>>39867296
I say we ask Susan first hypothetically, then see if we can get her and the organisation to help Liza rather than cut her up, she's still a citizen afterall.

"Now we just need some more brains," you decide.

She lets go of you, a smile still on her face. "Hmm? Oh, right."

"Do you want to just go back into the store and buy all of the brains in stock?" you ask. "I don't think I have enough money for all of them, though."

You hand her wallet back to her and wait for her to count the amount of money she has.

"I think I should have enough," she says. "And I can just use my credit card if I run out of cash."

You nod. "Okay, let's just go back inside and buy the rest. We can hit up some other shops if you don't think we'll have enough."

"And I can just come back here if I'm feeling hungry again," she says. "Four hours isn't too bad of a trip."

The two of you exit the alley and go back into the shop. The butcher raises an eyebrow but doesn't comment when you ask for all of the pig brains available. You end up with four bisected brains packed in ice, and you hand them to Liza for her to keep in her backpack.

"Time to head back?" you ask her.

"Probably," she says. "Its.... wow, two PM already."

>Hail taxi, head back
>Ask her any questions in the taxi? (Write-in)
>Get her number and text her questions so no one overhears (Write-in)
>Call Susan and tell her what's going on
>Call Summer and ask for advice
>Tell Liza about the Bureau
>Tell Liza about your mysterious stalker
>Investigate whoever followed you
>Write-in.

>>39867611
>Hail taxi, head back
>Tell Liza about the Bureau
We need to ask her if we can put them in contact with her.

>>39867611
>Hail taxi, head back
>Call Susan and tell her what's going on
>Make sure to emphasize how the 'situation' is under control and we want to get Liza help, not cut up.

>>39867611
>Hail taxi, head back
>Ask Liza if you can consult someone about her problem
>Call Summer and ask for advice

I just want to remind you guys real fast that you are a rookie agent that literally started the day before, who didn't know about supernatural things beforehand and has almost zero experience in the field, and doesn't know anyone else in the organization besides Susan.

>>39867611
>Hail taxi, head back
>Tell Liza about the Bureau
>Get her number
We'll need it anyway.

>>39867700
Not sure what point you're addressing with that.

>>39867680
Second
>Get Liza's number and give her ours so we can check up on her

Also if Summer says there are no zombies, we can probably chalk Liza up to some sort of allergies.

>>39867700
Are you saying that this isn't some sort of paranormal phenomenon?

Liza's not pregnant?

>>39867611
>>39867680
this and hold hands get her number

>>39867789
...anon pls.

>>39867813
No.

Okay, sorry guys, I literally just fell asleep in my chair. I'm going to have to call an end to this thread after these 12 hours, as it's almost 6AM for me.

I don't know if I'll be able to run a thread next week, as I have exams for the entire week. I will post on twitter if I'm going to run.

Thank you all for participating!

>>39867822
thanks for running RL

>>39867822
Ah, alright. Thanks for writing!

>>39867822
Awwwww
Good luck with your exams