>>40068100
>Malcolm King
>Musician
>27

>>40068100
>Howard Kelster
>Handyman
>32
>sci-fi and fantasy enthusiast

>Hung Wei Lo
>Sex machine
>26

Charlie Brooklyn
IT guy
22

>>40068129
seconding this

more specifically a prostitute

a bisexual prostitute

>>40068100
Nathan Homuncule
Therapist
28

>>40068140
I was gonna say fuck you guys and then i saw its a fucking cheescake thread, filled with cool concepts and shitty fanfic level smut

>>40068152
what

oh wait i see cheesecake is the name of the qm

>>40068100

>Name: Annie
>Occupation: Preschool
>Age: 4 1/2

>>40068122
Seconding sir Malcolm King. Fuck the smuts.

>>40068152
>>40068166
Also pedophiles

>>40068140
here
oh shit im changing my vote to this
>>40068166
we can become a prostitute later

>>40068175
i am joking there but if everybody is psychic sex may well be the best way to perform espionage people arent going to be concentrating during sex so you will be unnoticed

>>40068180
to be clear im joking about the prostitution fuck yes preschool psychic would be awesome

>Dr. Vladimir Acula
>Heart Surgeon
>"35"

>>40068188
even better foul mouthed constantly swearing preschooler

>>40068188
>>40068197
I like it.

So much samefagging in this thread

>>40068223
what makes you say that

i changed my vote at one point but i clearly pointed out who i was

"Malc-" You start to write, with the ink leaking into the paper. Damn pen. You wipe the excess off at a corner of the paper. "Malcom King."

"Self-Employed" Damn straight. You were never really disciplined enough to finish your IT degree, so you've been bouncing from crap job to crap job, as a musician, handyman and other things you'd never disclose to welfare.

"26."

The nurse then nearly tears the thing out of your hands as you finish, and marches off, charismatic as always.

"Hey, where am I supposed to go now?" you yell to her back, but she continues to walk away, and goes through a corner. You sigh, then cough. Back to the waiting room then, you assume, as you scratch your nose heavier than usual.

You lay your pitiful self on the plastic chair, and you look at the people around. Coughing grandma, grandma's son or something, and this woman who hasn't removed her wet raincoat yet. The old woman started to cough louder, and her companion patted her back vigorously, with a gesture of strong concern.

The minutes passed, and your imagination started to wander, to help yourself from sleeping from boredom.

>Plan what flavor of shitty instant noodles you're going to treat yourself with when you come back home, if you ever do.
>Wish that grandma would fucking shut up.
>Fantasize about scantily clad and buxom women.

>>40068223
Who gives a shit?

>>40068227
hell there has only being 2 posts that have gotten any further votes

>>40068229
>Fantasize about scantily clad and buxom women.
When the nurse returns, confront her with our throbbing bulge

>>40068229
>>Plan what flavor of shitty instant noodles you're going to treat yourself with when you come back home, if you ever do.

>>40068229
>>Plan what flavor of shitty instant noodles you're going to treat yourself with when you come back home, if you ever do.
Mmmm... chicken flavored instant noodles.

>>40068229
>Plan what flavor of shitty instant noodles you're going to treat yourself with when you come back home, if you ever do.

also decide what scantily clad and buxom women we will think about while eating out shitty instant noodles

>>40068229
>goes through a corner
Literally THROUGH a corner?

Option two.

>>40068229
>wish that grandma would fudging shut up
Cursing is bad

>>40068292
there will still be the same disastrous results regardless of swearing

>>40068322
those of course being an accidental psychic attack on the grandma

"Beef, or Chicken." you start to mentally wonder. Not that it really mattered too much, it was all really flavored plastic in the end. You cough into your hand, and look up, surprised to see that nurse again.

"Mister King?" she stated. It's your turn.

"Yes, here." you reply, and stand up, and walk up next to her, so that she could lead you to where you needed to go. The hell did you know where everything was.

"Third floor, sir. 3-B." she says, then leaves you there, and departs to go elsewhere again. You cough, again.

Tired, you start to wander through the hospital, avoiding the crowded elevator area, and go up the stairs to the floor you needed to go to. You approach the first door, and then past it, to 3-B. "Dr. Clerk." it said on the plaque on the door. Here was where you needed to be.

You approach the door to knock, but you hear female mewling and a male's voice grunting inside, and stop your knuckle.

>Knock anyway
>Wait and record the sounds with your phone
>Go downstairs for a plastic cup of water, then return.

>>40068338
>Wait and record the sounds with your phone

>>40068338
>Record the sounds with your phone, film the door with a video camera so you can catch whoever walks out. Make a point of zooming in on the nameplate.

>>40068338
>>Go downstairs for a plastic cup of water, then return.

>>40068351
>>40068354
This

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You pull out your old phone and tap through the outdated applications, and start up video recording. Silently, you start to use it to scan around, filming the door, the plaque and the sounds.

"It's no use!" you hear the male voice exclaim from inside, then continue to grunt louder. "I'm going to get help."

You step away from the door and hide the phone back in your pocket, and you see the doctor barge out, and race down the hallway. Stepping shly, you walk and check his office. There, you could find a disfigured woman, as if she was skinless, with the flesh ondulating uneasily. She was crying, and she looked back at you, and then covered her face with her hands.

>Record her.
>Run to the doctor
>f̷̧̝̤̳̼͍͙̳͖͡f̷̛͉͉̝̭͈̖̥̤̲͈̹̘̤͇̤͕͞ ̶̧̼̤͈͙͘͢͟e̴͖̗̜͎̰͉͚̗̥̜͜ó̵̫̫̯̣͙̳̜̖͚̤͖̪̮̠̰͟͢j͕̩̙̰̀͘͟͞ͅh̸͏̨͇͔̯̟͇ ̶̡̳̩̬̪̦̼͉̩w̹͈͇̳̯͉̥̹̣̯͢͢ͅͅȩ̷̱̗̬̟̣͍̣͝͝ ͜҉͎͕̝̤

>>40068424
oh well shit this is quite the development

>attempt to cheer her up with your dick

>>40068424
>ff-eojhwe
>AKA burn this shit

>>40068424
>"y-you okay?"

>>40068424
>f̷̧̝̤̳̼͍͙̳͖͡f̷̛͉͉̝̭͈̖̥̤̲͈̹̘̤͇̤͕͞ ̶̧̼̤͈͙͘͢͟e̴͖̗̜͎̰͉͚̗̥̜͜ó̵̫̫̯̣͙̳̜̖͚̤͖̪̮̠̰͟͢j͕̩̙̰̀͘͟͞ͅh̸͏̨͇͔̯̟͇ ̶̡̳̩̬̪̦̼͉̩w̹͈͇̳̯͉̥̹̣̯͢͢ͅͅȩ̷̱̗̬̟̣͍̣͝͝ ͜҉͎͕̝̤

>>40068424
Fascinating
http://trip-table.com/edd64b1e0084770750ab2c9a6f5f2f95/4acd4295676065dbe43aff200f6b0e81.html

TUkPmU3Y22

>>40068424
>>f̷̧̝̤̳̼͍͙̳͖͡f̷̛͉͉̝̭͈̖̥̤̲͈̹̘̤͇̤͕͞ ̶̧̼̤͈͙͘͢͟e̴͖̗̜͎̰͉͚̗̥̜͜ó̵̫̫̯̣͙̳̜̖͚̤͖̪̮̠̰͟͢j͕̩̙̰̀͘͟͞ͅh̸͏̨͇͔̯̟͇ ̶̡̳̩̬̪̦̼͉̩w̹͈͇̳̯͉̥̹̣̯͢͢ͅͅȩ̷̱̗̬̟̣͍̣͝͝ ͜҉͎͕̝̤

>>40068488
what

Something, deep in your mind, lights up. Like a switch, or a flourescent light that flickers into life. You become aware - you can percieve things you haven't before. Slowly, you can feel something new crawl up and become born within you.

That woman is changing. Everything around you, is changing. You feel an explosion downstairs, as a gut feeling. Then, suddenly, you hear it, as if it was a Dejavú in reverse. People scream. The flesh-woman beside you shudders, and looks around, and stands up uneasily, and dashes out, fleeing.

You remain inside, concerned. What was this thing inside you? You could feel you really couldn't... Feel it, properly, yet. It was at your fingertips. But not yet in your grasp.

You run to a window, seeing the road outside in a complete stop, and a faint sound of the faraway, frenetic, honking. You tighten your hands, and then open them, and look at them. Something was happening to you. Something was happening to everyone.

You look around, and you start to see things. Your knees go weak and you collapse onto the ground. You need... Medicine. You guess. Then, in your hazy vision, lit up in bright red - somehow- you could see bottles and needles, floating in that blurry mist, somewhere over there. All of them, "Medicine."

>Psychotropics
>Laxatives
>Morphine
>Antiboitics

>Everyone is Fucking Psychic - Quest
Going to be honest. First thing I thought of.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xZRQnXf4WJs

>>40068590
>>Psychotropics
>>Laxatives
>>Morphine
>>Antiboitics
Go hard or go home, nigga

>>40068590
>Laxatives

>>40068590
>Laxatives
Shitty times ahoy!

.ycwsnaUDo

>>40068590
Antibiotics, lets take the unconventional choice.

>>40068590
Ant biotics, to deal with our stds.

>>40068590
>Morphine

>>40068590
Grab fucking everything

>>40068608
>>40068614
Gross and childish. The inferior choice.
I vote for...
Morphine. Makes the pain go away.

>>40068590
Just grab everything

You crawl yourself through the blur, and approach the box of antibiotics. With twitching fingers, you pull it open, and you swallow down a pill. Should you take more? You didn't know. You ingested another one.

>Psychic Power Unlocked: Psychic Bloodhound (Clairvoyance). Choose a target "thing". That thing will light up, and everything else will become blurry, until you decide to turn this power off. Chance of failure and self-harm, and not very accurate to specific things. (>Plan what flavor of shitty instant noodles you're going to treat yourself with when you come back home, if you ever do.)

You continue to look around, finding your eyesight to recover. The medicine must've worked, you guessed - you felt much better. You seem to be the last one here, at the hospital. Everyone else seems to have left, or be at the lower floors.

You decide to test your newfound ability. You seem to be able to "grip" onto it better. In the worst case, you'd die, you assume, which wasn't too bad. Would be a relief.

>Psychic Bloodhound: Search for [Write in]

>>40068692
>Psychic Bloodhound: Search for [Weapon]

>>40068692
>Psychic Bloodhound: Search for [more powers]

>>40068692
>Psychic Bloodhound: Search for [sexy singles in your area]

>>40068692
>Psychic Bloodhound: Search for [More medicine(Morphine, specifically)]
>>40068716
I think it would be more in character to suggest that like I did.

>>40068692
Search for Someone who knows about this power

>>40068692
>Psychic Bloodhound: Search for [instrument]

>>40068739
>>40068716
I like these. First one especially. Seems a bit too specific though. Might uust show us people. Might work, though...

>>40068692
>Search for Other, more experienced Psychics.

>Search for waifu ;_;

You chuckle at yourself and focus on "Sexy singles in my area". Then you open your eyes and look around, skeptically. No way it would work.

1: Brain Explodes
2: Brain Tumor
3-9: Intense, mindnumbing Headache for [this roll] hours
10-39: Vein in head area bursts out from internal pressure, causing a wound.
40-69: Minor Sucess
70-89: Moderate Success
90-100: Major Success

>Roll 1d100s, best of first three rolls.

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>40068801

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>40068801

>>40068801
We should find a way to make our odds...better

>>40068824
>moderate success
>find skinless woman.

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>40068801
Come on, more medicine(which means more powers, I assume)!
>>40068834
Don't knock it till you've tried it.

>>40068801
Now you are just railroading

>>40068845
it looked like the powers came from the choice we had before with what we wanted to do. We thought about noodles. so now we can highlight what we think about.

>>40068845
Damn son you did it! *claps*

>>40068801
Would've preferred "moar powers"; but yea, whatev.

>>40068801
Nigga it had one vote

>>40068865
Ah, I see now, yeah that makes sense with how the medicine got highlighted after it was said that MC needs medicine.
I thought OP including that in the greentext was just a mistake or something.

>>40068853
You couldn't decide on one, and "Waifu" and "Sexy singles" seemed to be similar enough for me. Same with "Someone who knows", and "More experiences Psychics", but I tiebroke because I felt like it, given that there was no majority.

---

>>40068845
Major Success, 95

Writing.

>>40068898
Wouldnt the second option have three? Seems like this anon >>40068758 voted for find someone who knows practically.

>>40068943
Man, it's like, whatever.

>>40068943
He'S writing now anyway.

Your vision goes blurry, and in red, just like last time, multiple human figures started to light up in red sillouetes, and then a large portion of them turned off - as if it was filtering out those you considered "sexy singles".

You chuckled at yourself some more. It worked! However, that was all you could see now, about ten young women, all in the hospital, moving around. There were two that weren't moving though, both of them in a higher floor, apparently. Just sitting there, not doing much, oddly. Maybe they were talking to each other - you couldn't know. Your power just let you see, and your natural vision wasn't superhuman either. However, you grinned as you could glimpse that one of them was really busty, and the other was even bustier.

The other eight were at the lower floors getting out, or outside of the hospital waiting around, moving around quickly. Likely nurses, patients, or visitors. You couldn't focus your sight onto them just yet, but they seemed to have a nice figure from what you could see from here.

Vote on either:
>Keep power on, and remain partially blinded to anything else that aren't the girls.
>Turn it off

Then:
>Go upstairs, to the two girls you found who aren't "escaping"
>Go downstairs, to the masse of people and the other girls you found.
>Use Bloodhound: [Write in] again.

Or
>Write in

>>40068983
>>Turn it off
>>Go upstairs, to the two girls you found who aren't "escaping"

>>40068996
This.

>>40068996
Ye seems legit

>>40068996
Seconding. Maybe they have something to do with the explosion

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You turn off your power with a wince, and then start to go up the stairs, to the upper floor. You see a sign that says "Psychiatric Department", stare at it for a while, then decide to continue venturing further inwards, for the sake of the two girls that you detected earlier.

More or less, you managed to guesstimate where they would be, going from memory and spacial vision. You walked by door and door, not hearing anyone inside, until you reached a certain door, where you could hear to female voices speaking to each other - one in a higher, more anxious tone than the other. You could try to go in, or wait outside, or do something. You started to become nervous. You were never too good with women, especially attractive ones.

>Roll 1d100, Charisma. Best of first three.

DC: 50 Minor Success, 75: Moderate, 90: Major.

>>40069270
Someone roll a crit so we can get some paizuri up in here

>>40069270
Lets see if muh shitty mobile does this right

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>40069270
Is everyone else too scared to roll? Will I have to roll all 3 myself?

>>40069375
Just do it.

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>40069270
Because I guess I will roll all 3 on my own, then.
>>40069312
I think this is more for not being attacked and shit.

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>40069393
Fine, you pussies, I want no whining about the rolls afterwards though.
>>40069270

>>40069397
Pai. Zu. Ri.

>>40069405
>I want no whining about the rolls afterwards though
Well, you should've told me you were gonna completely suck.

>>40069405
You did good. We do wanna continue with the story. explosions are not the time for paizuri.

>>40069466
There's ALWAYS time for paizuri.

>>40069479
Well maybe we can make them come along and have paizuri when we're in relative safety.

>>40069479
paizuris are overrate
ass>tits

>>40069655
muh nigga

>59: Minor Success

You stiffly go and straight knock on the door, and then pull it open, feinting confidence of the which you had none. There, you saw the two girls you saw before, chesty and chestier, one seated on a chair and the other sitting on the bed, and they looked at you with wide eyes. Ah. You notice that one of them is blonde, and the other has darker hair and was in a straightjacket.

"Hello there" you say, awkwardly. "What's up." Pure genius.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" the blonde one asks, looking at you with a mild amount of well-justified disgust. The one in the straightjacket just chuckles and continues to stare aimlessly into the wall.

You rub your chin.

>Write in an answer.

"Er...didn't you hear that explosion before"

>>40069689
>I was running past and heard you talking. Why aren't you leaving? There was an explosion just now.

>>40069689
"I'm pretty sure I've just gone insane"

>>40069689
"y-you too."

>>40069730
Also add
"Should I not be here?"

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"I was running past and heard you talking. Why aren't you leaving? There was an explosion just now. Didn't you hear it?" you say, actually being quite honest.

"I... Can't leave." she says. "My sister is here, and I'm trying to make her leave, but she won't." You look at the jacketed girl. "She doesn't look like you." you bluntly admit.

The blonde one releases air out of her nostrils. "We're stepsisters."

You nod. "Oh, Ok."

The jacketed one chuckles a bit more, and then falls onto the bed, bouncing slighty onto it. "We have to leave, c-*mon*" the sane one insists, with the deluded one not paying much attention. She seemed to be stubborn. Maybe there could be something you could do, if you were tactful about it. Man, why are women so difficult.

>Write in

>>40069730
Give them looney one the morphine and help the blonde carry her out. Then give them both your dick

>>40069961
Ask the jacketed one what she's doing, why doesn't she want to leave, if she wants to play a game, maybe?

>>40069961
Get one of those face mask things and a wheelchair from outside and strap her to both

>>40070028
This.

What takes ye so long between posts, op? Just curious - its a naturally slow time of day, after all.

"Hey." you ask the jacketed one, in a careful tone. The blonde one just stares at you, with a tinge of hope. Maybe you could do something.

"Why don't you want to leave?" you ask. "Do you need to do something, or play a game?"

She chuckles. "I'm trapped." she admits. "The door is locked."

Her sister shakes her head. "No, the door is right there, wide open!" The looney sighs, chuckles, and shakes her head in response. "No, the door is locked. And I need a key. All I need is to know how it looks like."

"What key?" you ask.

"Its... A metal bar. A small one. Bent." she says. "There are rules, conditions for this key. Keys. There are more than one key. All with one long metal bar. But all I need to know is how it looks like."

"Which?" you ask.

"I'm trapped in here, you can't help." she then adds, pessimistically.

"I can at least try" you say, pulling out your phone, and a simple drawing application. "Tell me the rules."

"First key: You know squares? Triangles? Closed figures. I like closed figures. First key is a closed figure. Triangle has angles, no? Three? Square has four. The key has none. No angles." she explains, then chuckles.

"See, it's impossible!" the blonde one claims. "She's just crazy!"

"Ket two. Last key. No more keys. Just two." she adds, excited at your attention. "Closed figure, two angles, both angles are 90º. That is the last key."

>Write/Draw in.

>>40070288
A circle and a semi circle?
Well, okay a semi-circle doesn't have 90° angles.
Let me get my paint ready.

First key is circular at the end, second has a single bar perpendicular to the base, but not positioned at the very end. Easy.

>>40070323
"bars have to be straight, first key never bends, second key bends twice" she adds, as you start to scribble.

>>40070347
Ok well this addition makes it weird for the second one...

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>>40070347
Okay, now I just straight up don't understand, so is it a key with a closed figure at the end of it?
Something like this for the second key?

>>40070288
>First key is a closed figure. Triangle has angles, no? Three? Square has four. The key has none. No angles.
The only closed figures with no angles are a circle and an oval. It's one of those.

>>40070347
Key one is a circle. Key two is the simplified shape of an eye, 90 degree angles on the corners of the 'eye'.

>>40070477

The bars have to be straight. As in, no bendy bendy because >>40070347

>>40070500
Screw it, Psychic Bloodhound this shit

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Impossiburu

>>40070500
the guess for the second key, the eye shape, only bends twice and seems to fit, right?

If the bars have to be straight and unbent, it's impossible to draw either key. A closed figure has to begin and end at the same point. The only way to do this without any angles is by making a circle or ovoid. With angles, there have to be two angles minimum, like >>40070477's simplified eye, or three with no curved lines; a triangle.

She's either able to see quantum planes or is just fucking with us. Murder them both.

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why limit space to 3 dimensions. She's crazy anyway

key 2

>>40070587
Y'know, I agree. Just Because she told a riddle, doesn't mean we need to care. knock her out with a blunt object and take her away.

>we use our phone to post her riddle on a popular imageboard in hopes of finding the answer

>>40070288
Fuck this, we are in a potentially dangerous situation, tell her sister to keep her occupied, we sneak up, knock her out, pick her up and run.

>>40070632
Sounds like a solid plan

>>40070288
would the second key be a figure eight?

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>>40070603
Key 1

>>40070699
Infinity, pleb

>>40070699
A figure 8 either has no angles or 4 angles.

This puzzle = a shit

>>40070603
>>40070714
This is the only possible answer, I think. Maybe she's thinking with portals. Maybe THAT's her psi.

Guys,mlets use our psi to look for god. Fuck these bitches, we can say if god exists or not.

>>40070762
Maybe you're right, maybe you're wrong, maybe fuck this puzzle that isn't even necessary.

>>40070714
>>40070603

The one in the straightjacket chuckles as you draw your "portals" into the phone, in a attempt to conform to the rules she has said.

"It's curious how... 3D things fit into 2D place like that. Representation, perspective. Projections. I mean 4D. Things have gotten... complicated, lately." the looney says, then falls into her bed, submerging into it as if the blankets were water. Then she reappeared outside of the doorway, and opened the door with a headbutt.

"Hello again." she said. "I'm free. Thank you, kind sir."

Then, a spark of inspiration invaded your mind, as a series of texts suddenly spawned in your consciousness, without you having much control over why. It was unlike your Bloodhound power - what was it?

>Spacial Rend: Which proper four-dimensional thinking, she can create "shortcuts" in 3-space, and move in 4-space.

The blonde one blinked repeatedly, paralyzed. "What?" she nearly stammered. Then, another explosion shook the hospital.

>Write in

>>40070803
You're in a quest thread. This whole thing is unneccessary.

She was talking about doors, and locks, and escaping. A portal is another name for a door. Making portals with psi power would be incredibly useful.

>>40070843
Ha.

>>40070843
"Come with me if you want to live."

"No time to gawk, let's get out of here as fast as possible!"
>be sure to help the restrained one so she doesn't fall while you all go downstairs rapidly.

>>40070903
You're kidding, right? Take the damn jacket off. The only danger she presents is to "experienced" "psychiatrists" who think they understand reality.

Who has the bigger bust?

>>40070843
not gonna let my autism go to waste, another solution for key2 could be a hollow sphere cut in half, depending on how you define angles

>>40070925
You idiot, she could be here for totally different reasons. No need to risk it just yet.

>>40070903
Lets do this, seems sound nuff

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"Come with me if you want to live." you say. "There is no time to gawk, let's get out of here as fast as possible!"

"Right!" the blonde one says, heading straight to the door, but the straightjacketed one remained still again. "There is a faster way." she claims.

"What now?" she says.

"But I need to know exactly where I need to go. Going so far isn't easy, but it will be quicker than taking the stairs, and having to deal with the people and problems outside. I think" the straightjacketed one says.

"I move at 2.5 m/s, in every direction, X, Y, Z, and... A fourth one. Call it - " she starts.

"There is no time for that!" the blonde one exclaims. "We don't know if there could be more explosions, c'mon!"

>Listen to the blonde one, take the conventional way.
>Listen to the slightly "crazier" one, figure and calculate out a geometrically fourth dimensional shortcut, similar to the Key puzzle.

>>40071051
>Listen to the slightly "crazier" one, figure and calculate out a geometrically fourth dimensional shortcut, similar to the Key puzzle.

>>40071051
Think of the building like a hypercube. The inside is also outside, from a 3d perspective. Use that principle to drop us at the floor outside.

>>40071051
>and... A fourth one. Call it - " she starts.

Wait time? She can go back in time?

>>40071051
>Listen to the slightly "crazier" one, figure and calculate out a geometrically fourth dimensional shortcut, similar to the Key puzzle.

Can't say "no" to the hikikomori.

>>40071051
>listen to crazy
Also, take the jacket off of her. She's a liability if she's restrained.

>>40071051
Okay, fine.
There are doors here.
There are also doors in our house.
We have stepped through the door of our house before.
We have also stepped through the door to their room.
The only difference between these two events are time and space, which she can move in.
Link that shit up.
>>40071094
No, you have to exist in N dimensions to travel in N-1 dimensions, like how you can't travel in 3D without time.

>>40071107
We dont feel like being stabbed. Straightjackets are for physically hostile patients, typically. Lets keep it on for now.

>>40071129
I'd be plenty hostile to people who insist I'm crazy when I'm actually not. Just a thought, anon.

>>40071143
Violent tendencies much? Anyways, that still marks her as...unsafe. So nah.

>>40071143
To be fair she is not quite 'there', so to speak. But she doesnt seem quite stabby yet.

>>40071165
>violent tendencies
You strike me as the kind of person who has never even been in a fistfight.

>>40071182
>But she doesnt seem quite stabby yet.
This guy gets it. She likes us. Lets try and keep the nice reality-breaking lady happy.

>>40071204
Fights are a sign of maladjustment and poor interpersonal skills/relations.

Anyways, if she wanted out of those restraints, she'd be out already. Restraints in 3 dimensions are worthlessly exposed on the fourth, typically.

"I want to listen" you tell the restrained girl, as the blonde one, annoyed but more concerned and anxious about her safety, waits at the door.

"We have four directions, X, Y, Z and...Uhm. Q, which you can't see, because all we see is just X, Y Z, we can't see the fourth spatial direction. I'm not talking about time! I'm talking about another direction to go, than up, forwards and right. That Q I'm referring to. We are 20m above the backdoor, and 40m away from it down the hall, and then 5m away from it, perpendicular to the hall direction, into this room. I need to travel in XYZ directions even if I go from the current Q, which is zero, to a Q amount of 5m, because, well, dimensions are everywhere regardless of the direction you're moving in. At a Q amount of 5m, I can bypass all of the building's architecture and "float" to-" she says

An explosion shakes the building again.

"Float to the door, travel in a Q direction again back to Q equal zero - this plane, and that's it. If I can do that, I'll link the initial and final point, and bring you there, to the hospital's back door." she finalizes.

"Got it." you say. "Then what's the problem?"

"How much time would it take me to do that?" she says. "Tell me that, and I can do it. I can't see while I'm in a Q different from zero, so I count seconds."

>Write in a timetable of the trajectory she needs to take to do from here, to the back door, in 4-space.

>>40071281
>actually making us do the puzzles instead of rolling to figure shit out
Unfun.

>>40071204
>physically assaulting doctors with degrees doing their jobs instead of trying to act in a way that doesn't make them treat you crazy
That does kind of point to violent tendencies, anon. A very primitive reaction to outside stimuli.
>>40071281
Simple.
At 2.5m/s, doing the movement in and out of Q takes 4 seconds.
Assuming the rest is a straight line, that's a distance equal to the square root of 2025, which is 45 meters, 45/2.5=18 seconds, so that's 22 seconds altogether.

>>40071361
Bingo, writing.

>>40071361
Great. The man we need to make the maths required in order to use the psychoportation is the one who thinks he can talk his way out of, or run from, any conflict. Kinda fitting, actually.

>>40071429
Strange how the ability to do simple maths and the capability to realize that one has a smaller chance at being freed by attempting to physically overpower an entire psychological ward go hand in hand, isn't it?

>>40071429
You sound like an idiot, anon.

>>40071322
Agreed, though. It feels like being stuck with those shit-tier homework problems from the highschool days.

You quickly input a simple equation to calculate distance in regular directions, and then tack onto that the movement in that "Q" direction.

"Hey" you tell her. "2 second in, then 18 seconds towards the door, then 2 seconds to get out."

She bites her lip. "That's 22 seconds." she notes, with a hint of worry. "Alright. I'll be right back."

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Roll 1d100, best of first three.

100-70: Minor wounds
80-41: Moderate wounds
40-10: Serious wounds
9-1: Death, trapped in Q = 5m

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>40071490
>no way to do it unharmed
Erm...
Can't we choose to just walk it instead?

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>40071490

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>40071490

Rolled 41 (1d100)

looks like this trick is harmful!

>>40071522
Moderate wounds, wonderful.

>>40071474
Oh, granted, I definitely take longer to do math than I used to, but I like to think that I make up for it in not being afraid that crazy girls will overpower me.

>>40071589
Good thing we have no idea about the main character's physical capabilities or status!
Because musicians are widely known to be Olympic demigods

>>40071589
She has psychic powers. We have the ability to see thing gud.

>>40071616
>>40071617
Well, considering she out-classes us in the power department, and that musicians are stereotypically scrawny little weak-bodies, then there isn't really any reason to keep her in the jacket at all, is there? Especially considering, as >>40071277 said, she could get out of the jacket whenever she pleases, providing she thinks of it.

On the other hand, removing it would show caring and good-will, making her less likely to suddenly acquire a craving for protag face.

54: Moderate wounds.

You're suddenly sucked into a warp, and everything goes black - then you quickly remerge, with a large portion of your forearm red, as if it has been severely sunburnt. You look at it, and look back at the girl in the straightjacket, whose head is missing, but then she pops it back out.

"I'm finally out of there." she claims.

"Are you ok?" you ask, showing your arm. "This happened to me."

"It's because of the explosion. Well, minefield. Trap. Rifts?" she explains. "A friend of mine that was here didn't want me to get out, so he rigged this place with his power. I've been trying to get out every since, but, well. I kept on misstepping. Slightly. Heh. Luckily, you got me the key to manage to bypass the most of it. I just didn't expect these last ones." The blonde one emerged as well, face-first, missing her buret. "Whoa." she claimed, then tried to stand up.

You look around, finding yourself to be in front of a forest, towards the outskirts of town.

"I want to go home." the jacketted one says. "Home, town. And see family. That would be nice."

"We can't." the blonde one says, checking the news on her mobile. "Look."

She showed you a livestream of most of the city being destroyed and under attack by people, performing superhuman feats.

"Not now." she said. "Unless you want to fight your way through all that."

"...But... I think I'm stronger than them." she replies.

"We could return to the hospital" you say.

"No." the jacketted one said. "*He's* still there, and he won't leave."

"He - who?" you ask.

"The kid who put the bombs."

>Go to town, figure out a way to survive there, for now
>Go into the forest, figure out a way to survive there, for now.

>>40071739
Go into the forest.

Also, ask her why she still has the jacket on, all things considered.

>>40071739
>Go into the forest, figure out a way to survive there, for now.
TIME TO GO WRASSLE SOME PSYCHIC BEARS!

>>40071739
Write in. Use our powers to find "the safest route to the safest place to stay, within twenty miles," since we gotta go on foot.

>>40071786
Does a psychic bear psychotically shit in the psychic woods?

>>40071786
Yo, what if all the trees are psychic now?

>>40071828
If a psychic tree falls in the forest and everyone is fucking psychic, how loud will that tree's death cries of agony be?

>>40071828
TEH HABBENING
BY M HIGHT SHALAYALAMALAYALAN

>>40071872
You want a real tweest ?
The trees were already psychic all along.

>>40071739
>Go into the forest, figure out a way to survive there, for now.

You decide to walk into the woods, in a attempt to escape from the madness in the city, at least until things cooled off. However, as you wander inside, you feel a wave, like a strong gust of wind. Then again.

"What was that?" you ask.

"Bobby." the one in the straightjacket replied, with a ominous tone in her voice. "He's trying to set *it* up."

"Set what up?" you ask.

She smiled back. "No idea." then chuckled, and you all three, together, started to march, further away from the hospital, trying to find a place to stop. Maybe a stump, or a small clearing. But there was none, for a good while. As you walked, you turn to the dark-haried girl and you ask "Hey. Why are you still in that jacket? Can't you just... Remove it?"

She chuckles. "I would, but I'm wearing nothing under this."

"Oh." you reply.

Then, you see it. A bear. There, walking through the trees. You all three stand still, then start to walk away to avoid it, but then it started to run towards you, on two feet, for some reason, with a hand raised, waving apologetically and roaring in a odd way.

>Session End
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It's been fun! Thanks guys!
Twitter: CheeseCakeQM

>What did you like?
>What did you like least?
>What would you like to see changed?

Hated the puzzles. Want them replaced by rolls or something.

Also, include write in options for most things. Provides good freedom while still presenting basic choices.

>>40072004
10/10
not enough psychic bears. -ign

>>40072004
Loved the puzzles. Prevented this from becoming generic rolla-waifu-quest number 9001.

>>40072048
fuck this guy
>>40072091
this. Also the lack of names is kind of cool, great set up for a first thread.

>>40072004
You keep coming up with those puzzles, OP!
I laughed at the part with the bear.

>>40072004
Like the fact that bad results on powers can potentially mess with us real bad.

Like the "crazy" girl. Please, don't replace her puzzles by rolls. It would be sad.

Nothing else to add. Can't wait to face a psychic Sir Bearington.

>>40072114
People are entitled to opinions, dawg. Some folks just don't like highschool-tier math and geometry problems.

>>40071975
>implying the trees weren't the one who made the people psychic

>>40072059
kek
>>40072091
Thanks! I like doing new things. I love novelty!
>>40072114
Hehe, thanks!
>>40072127
This might be a puzzles quest now that I think of it, a la No Game no Life
>>40072161
Suffering and risk is gud.
So many people liked the puzzles a lot! I'm suprised!
>>40072279
kekerino

I was wondering if I should either continue on with

-HotE, as usual
-Puppetmancy (rebooted, because it started out as shiets)
-Or this one, with puzzles and puzzles.

Hrm...

>>40072806
Forgot to turn trip back on

>>40072806>
I don't follow any of those other ones, so I can't comment.

>>40072806
>-Or this one, with puzzles and puzzles.
I don't know your other two, so I'd like you to continue with this one!

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/40068100/

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