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Also, I drew a picture. Pardon the quality, I'm still learning to art and I'm not too good at it.

>>40231857
>Don't press, continue with telling her

Glad to see you RL, been missing PIQ the last few days

>>40231857
> Press
We need to get a handle on her symptoms. If they are changing, we are gonna need to know .

>>40231892
Good to see you too, I had some exams and stuff, sorry.

>>40231857
>Press
It's a pretty big life change, both due to the new dependency that is vaguely akin to finding out you'll need to take a new experimental medicine for the rest of your life, and new instincts that tell her that people taste good. Flippancy might be a sign of some degree of denial.

>>40231857
>Don't press, continue with telling her
Press later. Show me yours, etc.

>>40231857
>press
Hey Lemons! Are you the same one as on FF?

>>40232035
Err... maybe. Don't tell nobody, okay?

Leave her alone
>>40231892
>>40232016

You can tell me, I'm your friend
>>40231961
>>40231989
>>40232035

Roll a 1d100 for convincing please, best of three.

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>40232138

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>40232138
You were hungering for my brains, now let me pick at yours...

>>40231881
Needs black hair.

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>40232138
Rolling for FRIENDSHIP

>>40232235
Redyeing your hair is always an option when you get some free time.

>>40232163
>>40232174
>>40232241

Haha, okay. Writing!

>>40232257
>Redyeing your hair is always an option when you get some free time.
I am awake for this and I have a job in the mourning.

>>40232288
Maybe if there's a timeskip or something, eventually, we could convince RL to just say it's changed and maybe say we also set up a bank account or something.

>>40232288
I have a job to go to in 20 minutes and I have work due in on friday that I don't have time to do today.

>>40232235
No.

>>40231881
Nice pic, though I like the one you put up on twitter more. Seemed more skeptical and appropriate for a paranormal investigator. Plus, black and white, so we can put the hair color debate behind us

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>>40232603
You liked this one better? Hmm.

>>40232416
Yes.

>>40232644
No.

>>40232657
>>40232644
whatever

>>40232657
Yes.

You hold up your hand. "I promise I'll tell you, but I just want to make sure that you're okay first."

She looks hesitant, but you reach over and place a hand on her shoulder. "I'm your friend, remember? If there's anything wrong, you can tell me. We're in this together."

She slowly nods, letting out a breath and inhaling deeply. "Everyone, especially you, still smells good," she whispers softly. "And... it still feels like I'm hungry. Like I'm missing something."

You frown. This is worrying. "Do you feel sick? Can you... you know, repress that feeling?"

She nods quickly. "Yeah, that's no problem. I won't be eating anyone, if that's what you're asking. And no, other than that I feel fine."

You nod, filing the issue away in your mind. "Okay, aside from your symptoms, how are you doing? Mentally, I mean."

"What I said was true," she says, picking up her spoon and fiddling with it. "But yeah, I'm also a little worried about what might happen to me in the future. Will I turn into a full-blown zombie? Am I going to rot and die? Will I grow older? Can I still have...you know, children, and all that shit?"

You're silent for a moment. "I... I don't have any answers to your questions," you tell her. "But I'll be here for you no matter what happens."

"That's so cheesy," Liza says, smiling at you. "But thank you. Now, you promised you would tell me..."

You give her a rundown of the events of the previous two days, glossing over your fight with Summer but telling her what you know about your abilities.

"So you're a fairy," she says, smirking. "Nice."

"Fae are way cooler than fairies," you say defensively. "I can change my body with my mind. Maybe give myself knife-hands or something, or boost my stamina to match yours."

"Show me, then," Liza says, goading you on. "Bet my powers are better than yours."

>Prove it (Knife-hands)
>Prove it (Boost stamina, challenge her to a run)
>Prove it (Write-in)
>Make excuse.
>Write-in.

>>40232705
>>Prove it (Boost stamina, challenge her to a run)

>>40232705
>Prove it (Boost stamina, challenge her to a run
Then when that fails
>Make excuse.
because anon keeps pussying out on us doing anything with our goddamn powers and QQing over being a fae. so we have no bloody practice or experience.[/spoiler[

>>40232675
Nuh-uh.

>>40232705
Prove it (Write-in)
Change your hair color to ALL the colors.

>>40232820
Yeah-huh.

>>40232820
By the way, manipulating your body literally means manipulating your living cells. So you could grow out your hair extremely quickly and shed your neon hair everywhere.

>>40232834
and then grow more neon hair!

I like your ideas, RL.

>>40232844
>And grow our natural hair.

Fixed.

>>40232834
is it possible to make bigger breasts? because that coudll be useful... on missions

>>40232860
S-sure...

>>40232865
RL, I am >>40232791 and I am changing my vote to using our powers for that.

We must defeat Liza where it hurts the most.

>>40232705
Make our breasts bigger.

Just a nice run
>>40232773

More hair colors
>>40232820

Enlarging your...boobs...
>>40232860
>>40232911

How about we do both? A little bit of breast enhancement, and then a run? No penalties for trying both.

Roll a 1d100, best of three please.

>>40232860
>>40232911
>>40232884
Fucking no. The only way we're changing our breasts is to make them smaller, and only for the purpose of hiding our identity. Otherwise we're just going to end up turning into a dickgirl

>>40232705
Definitely go up a cup size or two and scissor hands

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>40232947

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>40232948
Too late.

>>40232947

This quest is about to turn into a magical realm. I think I might quit before that happens.

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>40232947
let's go for some DD's

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>40232947

>>40232953
Is this a roll under quest?

>>40232994
I'll keep it in check, anon. I'm not too inclined to spend hours writing smut anyways.

>>40233002
Roll over, sorry.

>>40232953
>>40232964
>>40232994

Alright, writing!

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>40232984
yeah no lets not. I voted for the boobs, but I was just messing around

>>40232984
>>40233014

Ah, meant to reply to you. Yeah, I won't let this get to magical realm status, this will be action and adventure and not smut or weird stuff.

>>40233031
maybe just a little bit of smut? like... one?

>>40233031
thanks for the reassurance, glad to hear it. Though I mean I wouldn't mind some smut. But I didn't come here for a porn quest.

>>40233055
>>40233063
I... we'll see.

>>40233063
We did start out in a brothel.

By the way, what size are our breasts anyway.

>>40233113
Lower end of B-cup. You have more of an athletic physique, not too much body fat.

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>>40233156
Do we have abs like this?

>>40233269
About, yeah. No sculpted six-pack, but you did do volleyball and a lot of physical activities and trained for them.

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>>40233352

"Fine," you say, and stare down at your hands, focusing on yourself.

Your field of view seems to narrow for a moment as you feel yourself, your body, and the subtle pressure in your mind telling you that you can change something. You remember seeing Summer's form change, her fingers becoming blades and her features shifting.

The tips of your fingernails elongate a little and grow sharper, a red tint to them that you feel like you can alter at any time. You leave them be as you focus more on your body, on what you can do to increase your own stamina.

The bit you know about biology lets you visualize what you want to change. You have your bone marrow produce more blood cells, similar to what you've heard about blood doping in athletes, and try to increase your lung capacity and efficiency. You increase your metabolism and begin to breath faster, your mind feeling a little clearer.

You plan on challenging Liza to a run, so you try to increase the amount of slow-twitch muscles in your thighs and calves, aiming to increase your endurance.

Honestly, you're not really sure how this is working, as you're mostly thinking in abstracts. You're pretty sure you don't have the biomolecular knowledge to actually alter how cells work or increase their growth rates, but your power seems to be responding to the intent that you're feeding it, whether or not you actually know what you're doing. In fact, you feel like you could return to this "form", so to speak, with greater ease than when you created it. The pressure on your mind, however, feels slightly abated, your changes using up some of your reservoir of power.

(1/2)

Hmm. Abstracts, huh? You experiment a little, telling your power that you want your slightly below-average bust to be a little larger, and it responds without further direction, your bra and clothing feeling tighter.

...You should probably make sure that you don't abuse that power. You've seen people become abominations through plastic surgery and you really want to avoid that happening to you.

You take a deep breath, feeling the noticeable increase in lung capacity, and look up at Liza, grinning. You feel good right now, like you just drank a large amount of coffee or woke up from a particularly refreshing nap. Speaking of coffee, you wonder if you could get your body to generate some adrenaline or dopamine or caffeine-like substances, although that might lead to addiction...

"You okay there?" Liza asks, worried. "You just kind of stared at your hands and stopped responding for a few seconds."

"I'm good," you tell her. You point at your chest. "Check this out."

She glances at your chest skeptically. "What the hell? Did you just make your boobs bigger?"

For a moment you want to gloat about your superiority, but you reign yourself back, not wanting her to think that you're shallow.

"Yeah," you say, grinning. "But that's not all." You hold up your fingers. "I gave myself some claws too."

"Okay, that's pretty cool," Liza admits. "But is that it?"

You shake your head. "How about we go for a run, test out your super-stamina?"

"Oh, you're on," Liza says, getting out of her seat. "Race you back to school?"

"Let's do it," you say, grabbing your empty container and tossing it into the trash.

(2/2)

>Roll 1d100, best of three please.

>Also:
>Use powers while running.
>Refrain from using more.
>Write-in.

>>40233638
>Use powers while running.
We have defeated Liza in the field of breasts! Now lets make them smaller again.

Running with a large chest and ill-fitting support is not fun.

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>40233638
>Use powers while running.
Try teleporting.

Rolled (1d00)

>>40233654
Are you speaking from experience? 'cause my classmate says the same .

>>40233684
Holy crap, uh...

You can't actually teleport, but I'll see what I can do...

>>40233691
Yeah.

There's not much muscle in there. Add on bad support and you're either literally getting your lungs compacted, or your upperbody is getting jerked around. It's not comfortable. A smaller chest is definitely better for any kind of physical activity.

>>40233684
Well I did good.

>>40233691
Had me worried there for a second.

The back pains thing is just a result of having weak back muscles though.

>>40233713
Unless you want to stick something between them.

>>40233713
>any kind of physical activity.
Are you sure there isn't one or two physical activities that would benefit from a larger chest?

>>40233719
*Meant to say the running issue is a legitimate problem (sports bras help) but the back pain thing is fixable.

>>40233719
>>40233722

Both of these suggestions are lewd.
And even then, yes, I'm sure.
Something you're not told: larger chests tend to be less sensitive on average. It might be more fun for you, but not so much for us. Especially considering there are a great deal more interesting things we'd rather you be doing than messing around up there.

>>40233742
>And even then, yes, I'm sure.
I can think of a few things.

>>40233742
>Breastfeeding is lewd
Well I mean I guess

>>40233764
Contrary to what you may have heard, that is not affected one way or another. Size is irrelevant.

>>40233654
>>40233684

Er, well, guess you guys are the only ones left.

Nat 100, using powers, writing!

>>40233811
from 2am to roughly 9am Eastern, /tg/ is more or less dead.

Having 2-3 players through this timezone is generally the norm, if that.

>>40233811
People may have just stopped rolling cause of the 100.

>>40233811

And I took a break from questing to masturbate.

>>40233811
joining
Can we make ourselves stronger?

>>40234126
As in power=>Muscle

>>40234126
>>40234132

Yes, through multiple ways. Creativity is good.

>>40234141
What's the upper limit of our nanomachines RL? is there a hard cap or are we limited by imagination?

>>40234200
As with many things, familiarity comes with usage. You'll be able to create things of more complexity and more major glamours as you gain experience with what you're doing.

>>40234213

I'd turn ourselves into a enormous-busted super muscular woman of kickass.

Who wouldn't if you had these powers? Make yourself look awesome!

>>40234272
I'd have neon hair.

>>40234272
I'd turn myself into an enormous-shlonged super-muscular man of kickass. Because I'm not a fag.

I'd also eliminate the need to defecate or urinate on a daily basis because that shit's inconvenient.

>>40234272
Buh what if I wanted to go internal instead of skin deep.
Maybe something like a natural atomic reactor for a heart to keep us brimming with energy and minimizing sleep. Only downside would be possible radiation leakage and maybe it effecting the nanomachines.

>>40234317
Let's use the radiation for glowing neon hair.

First things first. You take hold of your power again and decrease your breast size back to what it was before. You've heard the complaints from the girls on your volleyball team, and you're pretty sure it's not going to help when you're running. You also dismiss your claws, not wanting to take the risk of someone seeing you and freaking out. Some of the pressure indicating your power returns, but you can tell that it's not the as much as you started with.

You and Liza walk outside. It's night time by now, and most of the illumination is from nearby stores or street lights. There are still plenty of people out on the sidewalk, but not enough to obstruct you or Liza when running. The school is about 2 miles away.

The two of your take positions next to each other, Liza standing stock-still while you do some warmup stretches. When you're ready, you nod to Liza and begin counting down.

The moment you say "go", the two of you break out in a sprint, neither of you intent on pacing yourselves. Liza takes the lead for the first minute, her enhanced strength giving her longer strides and allowing her to move her legs more quickly.

But soon you find yourself catching up as Liza begins to slow down, a frustrated look on her face as she attempts to stay ahead.

(1/3)

"I'm not even tired," Liza complains as you begin to pass her, her words steady as she speaks without even pausing to breath. "I think it's because I haven't eaten a proper meal in so long..."

You flash her a grin as you run ahead. Unlike her, you actually ate a meal on Saturday—no wait, all you ate after coming back from your misison was some snacks in your room. But you did eat an enormous breakfast while Liza was busy throwing up, so you have that at least.

You do feel yourself flagging, however, as you leave Liza behind, your sprinting consuming a large amount of energy stores in your muscles. You consider using your power to produce more sugar for your body, but you realize that the mass for the sugar has to come from somewhere, right? For the previous changes you did, you could feel your body converting or using existing muscle and fat to create the modifications.

Still, you try again, and for a moment you feel the brush of something on your skin, a hint of something in the air and your surroundings. That feeling disappears the moment you felt it, making you wonder if it was your imagination.

And to your surprise, you feel your muscles come back to life, energy reserves seemingly appearing out of nowhere to allow you to run as fast as you were running before. Maybe it was just psychological and you had those reserves the entire time, but you don't question your luck.

(2/3)

As you finish your run, you wonder if you could test that ability by giving yourself glamours that wouldn't normally be possible, like making yourself actually heavier and bigger. Although it would be bad if you screwed up and accidentally used your heart muscles to increase your arm muscles after you used all of the available material...

You begin to slow down as you see the campus buildings appear in view. You're definitely sweating, but not as much as you were expecting from after a two-mile sprint. Your lungs are working overtime to reoxygenate your body as you roll your neck and stretch your legs. It wouldn't do to be all cramped up when Liza arrives, although you wonder if you could use your power for that as well.

That burst of energy seems to have decreased your power reservoir by a bit, but not as much as when you made your changes earlier.

Liza finally appears a minute later, her face set in annoyed expression as she jogs to where you're standing. You wave at her, unable to help yourself as you giggle at her frown.

"I would have won if I had actually eaten something other than italian ice for the past two days," Liza immediately says.

"Of course you would have," you say soothingly. "Come on, let's get you some food."

Liza sputters and protests your tone of voice, but she eventually sighs and nods. "The dining hall is probably still open," she suggests.

"Lead the way," you tell her.

(3/3)

>Anything you want to talk/ask about as you eat? (Write-in)
>Investigate protein bar.
>Keep it casual.
>Tell Alice you're back, ask her if she's eaten yet, invite her.
>Write-in.

>>40234454
>Investigate protein bar.
This is important. We don't want more Lizas.
She wouldn't be a collector's item anymore

>>40234454
>>Tell Alice you're back, ask her if she's eaten yet, invite her.

>>40234454
>>Write-in.

Decrease waist mass to minimum, 2/3 of that mass to bust, 1/3 to ass.

>>40234485
No. Okay? No.

I'm not even gonna vote on anything else. My entire say goes into making this quest not about sex.

>>40234463
>>40234468

Alrighty then, investigate protein bar and invite Alice it is.

>>40234640
Sorry I'm not voting much, but I'm phoneposting, and anons generally do fine, so.

"Mind if a friend joins us for dinner?" you ask Liza.

She shakes her head. "Just, uh, don't mention this stuff to her? I guess? Unless she already knows or something."

"Nah, she doesn't know," you tell her. "I won't talk about it. She's a nice girl, a bit of a shut-in though."

As you two begin the trek to the dining hall, you pull out your personal phone and call Alice.

"Hey, I'm back," you say.

"You didn't get hurt or anything this time, right?" Alice immediately asks.

You roll your eyes. "No, I'm fine. Just calling to ask if you've eaten yet. I'm going to the dining hall, want to come?"

"Sure," she says. "Who else is going?"

"Just me and Liza," you tell her. "You know, the girl from this morning."

"Oh, her," she says. "Alright, when are we eating?"

You glance at your surroundings. "Maybe twenty minutes or so? I didn't bike, I just walked to town, so I'm walking back now."

"Works for me. I need to finish some stuff first anyways."

With that settled, you hang up and turn to Liza. You still have some questions about the protein bar or whatever she ate, and you feel like you need to investigate more deeply into this as part of your job.

(1/2)

"Alice hasn't eaten yet, so she's coming," you say. "By the way, I kind of want to know more about whatever you ate that gave you this, uh, infection."

Liza nods. "You told me you're basically an investigator right? Well, let's see... I got the protein bar a few days ago at the convenience store in our area of the campus. I think it was one of those Cliff Bars, maybe chocolate peanut butter flavored?"

"Did you do anything else leading up to your infection that could have been the cause?"

"Well, I stayed inside, did some homework, talked to people, and then I went to the gym to work out before eating the protein bar."

You eye her. "You work out?"

"Not much," she admits. "I go do some of the machines when I feel like I'm getting fat, although that doesn't seem to be much of a problem now." She pats her abdomen appreciatively.

Hmm... "Do you still have any of the protein bar left?" you ask her.

She shakes her head. "It tasted weird, but protein bars taste kind of weird anyways, right? So I forced myself to eat all of it. I think the wrapper is still in the trash, though, if you want to see it."

"Yeah, maybe we should go get the wrapper before your roommate empties the trash," you suggest.

Liza barks out a laugh. "Hah, as if she'd take out the trash. I need to go put these brains into my fridge before they go bad, so I'll go now and get the wrapper while I'm at it."

"Won't your roommate mind if she finds brains in your fridge?" you ask her.

Liza shrugs. "I'll tell her it's for a personal science project or something."

(2/2)

>Offer to take the brains
>Go with Liza and get wrapper
>Call Susan
>Proceed to dining hall without Liza
>Write-in.

>>40235032
>Get the wrapper

>>40235032
>Go with Liza, get wrapper

Finally, something actually investigative! Lewd is for other quests, this one is for investigation!

>>40235032
>Proceed to dining hall without Liza

>Write-in

Move all skin blemishes and imperfections to the tips of our nails, then cut them off. Fix any physical asymmetries by moving matter from one side to another to balance it all out.

>>40235032
>>Go with Liza and get wrapper
Nothing better to do, and no point calling Susan before we have more info on the bar. Maybe they'll be able to trace it to the factory or something, like that one Hulk with Ed Norton.

>>40235049
Mystery's our waifu now. Also hair dye.

>>40235068
I'd rather not. That's how you become something that views itself as being above human. I'd rather have us stay imperfect while not actually doing anything that requires us to be something else.

Also, that's not how skin blemishes work.

>>40235032
>Go with Liza get wrapper

>>40235032
>>Go with Liza and get wrapper
Let's not go mass with power just yet.

Confiscate evidence
>>40235047
>>40235049
>>40235075
>>40235122
>>40235188

Food first
>>40235059

Beautify
>>40235068

Writing!

>>40235234
Gathering evidence huh, we're a right proper investigator now!

>Ask what gym she goes to


My thoughts is the energy bar is actually a red herring and she picked up the zombie-ification actually at the gym. The reason it tasted strange is because she was in the process of changing.

>>40235483
Hmm, you might have a point there anon. We should follow up on that.

"Hold up," you say before Liza can leave. "Let me come with you to collect the wrapper."

Liza looks uncertain. "Sure, but my roommate might be there. Won't it be weird if you just show up and start fishing through my trash can?"

"You distract her, and I look for the wrapper?" you suggest.

"How about you distract her and I look for the wrapper?" she counters. "It'll be less weird if I say I accidentally dropped something in there."

"That makes sense," you agree. "But we'll see when we get there. Maybe your roommate went out to eat too."

Liza's dorm is near yours, unsurprisingly enough, considering that you two eat at the same dining hall. When the two of you arrive at Liza's room on the second floor, she first knocks to see if anyone is inside.

"Wait!" someone shouts from inside. "Gimme a sec, I'm getting the door!"

You look at Liza and she sighs. "She probably has someone over again," Liza says exasperatedly, looking like someone who's been through this many times before.

It's half a minute before the door finally opens, your nose catching a faint whiff of something despite the fact that the windows are wide open. A tall, slim girl with strawberry-blonde hair and flushed cheeks is holding the door, while a lean boy with grey eyes and dark hair sits on the bed, a glimpse of his abs flashing as he buttons up his shirt.

(1/3)

"This is Marla," Liza says. "Marla, this is Rachel."

"Nice to meet you," you say, holding out a hand.

Marla grips it enthusiastically, shaking your hand up and down with an embarrassed smile. "Hi, nice to meet you too! Sorry about... uh..."

"I just came back to grab something," Liza says, pointedly ignoring the boy as she opens her backpack and quickly shoves the brains into her refrigerator. "Don't touch what I just put in there, it's for a personal science project."

"I'm really sorry, Liza," Marla apologizes. "I didn't think you were coming back so early."

Liza sighs. "It's fine, I'll call ahead next time. Just give me a warning too, alright? Text me or something."

She glances at you before moving to her desk and sitting down in her chair. The wastebin is next to her desk, so you suppose this is when she wants you to distract them.

You're thinking of something to say when the boy speaks up. "Hey, I'm Jeremy," he says to you, his gaze flickering between you and Liza.

"Hi," you say, glad to have his attention focused on you. You quickly search your mind for something to say. "Are you Liza's friend too?"

(2/3)

He chuckles. "No, I met Marla last night at the party last night." Marla smiles at him and sits down next to him.

"Ah, okay," you say. "You guys just get back or something?"

"Yeah," he says. "Hey, you should come party with us some time. Maybe get Liza to come with you too."

You shake your head. "I, uh, don't really go to parties," you tell him.

"My classes are really hard this quarter, so I can't go either," Liza suddenly says, standing up. "I'll see you guys later, me and Rachel are going to go grab dinner."

You see Jeremy glance curiously at Liza, but she doesn't seem to have anything in her hands at the moment. You say your goodbyes to the two, and the door swings shut almost immediately after you step into the hallway.

"Does this happen often?" you ask Liza as you walk to the dining hall.

"Yeah," Liza says, peeved. "And then they'll break up in a few weeks and she'll be all mopey before finding someone again."

"Well, she is really pretty," you observe.

Liza grumbles. "Too bad she's as dumb as a rock and as responsible as one."

You laugh. "I doubt she's that bad. So, do you have the wrapper?"

Liza nods, pointing to her pocket. "I was going to wear gloves or something and grab it really carefully, but they were in there, so..."

"Oh well," you say, slightly disappointed. "Hopefully the packaging will give us some clues."

(3/3)

>Go to dining hall, Alice is waiting
>Check out gym (10-minute walk)
>Check out convenience store
>Examine wrapper
>Write-in.

>>40235916
>Ask her about her gym.
>Go to dining hall, Alice is waiting
>Examine wrapper
Multi-tasking!

We can check out the gym after breakfast.

>>40235943
Sounds good.

>>40235943

Better than what I was going to suggest.

It's weird, people being sensible in a quest thread.

>>40235943
Yeah, I guess that makes sense. Supporting.

>>40235916
>Go to dining hall, Alice is waiting

>>40235943
>>40236011
>>40236032
>>40236047
>>40236074

Multitasking it is. Writing!

>>40236129
Since I was late to the thread, I'll add that your art is very nice! I kinda prefer the b/w one too.

>>40232947
Oh hey guys what's going on in this threa-
>D-D-DROPPED

>>40236540
Don't worry anon, like I said already I'm not going to let things go there.

You ask Liza for the wrapper and she obliges, handing it over to you. The wrapper seems normal at first until you pull out your phone and google for what the wrapper is supposed to look like. Turns out, the bar is actually called a "Clif Bar", with one "f" instead of the two on the wrapper that you're holding.

You tell Liza and she looks faintly disturbed. "So I guess it was the bar after all," she says. "Why would they make such an obvious spelling mistake, though?"

"Maybe to distinguish it from the actual bars?" you suggest. "But making it so that whoever realized the mistake could just write it off as a weird typo rather than something more malicious."

You examine the wrapper again, looking for any other differences. There doesn't seem to be anything else you can see different about it other than the typo. You tentatively give it a whiff, but you wrinkle your nose when you realize it just smells like garbage.

You hold it out to Liza. "Liza, could you, uh, smell this for me? Does it smell like anything familiar?"

Liza takes a whiff of the bar and grimaces. "Bleh. Nope, I think it was in the trash bin for too long."

You carefully open it up a little. There seems to be a few crumbs stuck to the button, so you fold it back up to ensure nothing spills out and slip it into your pocket.

(1/2)

"Was there anything strange about the gym?" you ask her. "Any weird smells, maybe someone who bit you while you were working out?"

Liza snickers. "No, it seemed normal. The smell of sweat is pretty strong in there, so I don't know if I could have smelled anything even if I wanted to. But we can go check it out if you want."

You nod. "That seems like the sensible thing to do. Who knows, many someone put a needle on one of the seats or something."

The two of you discuss the other ways she might have gotten infected, each suggestion further straying away from the realm of likeliness by the time you get to the dining hall.

The first thing you do is look for Alice. You find her in one of the lines for some roasted chicken and vegetables and tell her where you and Liza are going to sit. You and Liza then split off to grab your own food before returning to the table that you three are sitting out.

You three eat in silence for a while at first, you and Liza ravenously devouring your noodles and soup, while Alice doesn't really talk much as she systematically dissects the half of her roasted chicken, leaving nothing but clean bones behind.

Liza shakes her head as she watches Alice get up to get another plate of roasted chicken and mashed potatoes. "Where do you even put all of that food?" she asks, observing Alice's tiny, cutesy frame.

Alice shrugs. "You ate a lot too."

"Yeah, but I have muscles," Liza says, flexing.

"Must be my genetics," Alice says halfheartedly.

When she returns, you and Liza have started eating more slowly, your stomachs mostly filled at the moment.

"So what were you guys doing all day?" Alice asks, tearing off a leg of chicken.

You glance at Liza.

(2/2)

>Get her in on it. She's going to be your roommate for the rest of the year.
>Don't tell her, keep her safe. She doesn't need to know.
>Write-in.

>>40236923
>Get her in on it
Was thinking not to, but then realized that if someone tried to kidnap us already , it's probably only a matter of time before our room gets ransacked. And if she's there at the time...

>>40236923
>Don't tell her, keep her safe. She doesn't need to know.

>>40236923
>Get her in on it. She's going to be your roommate for the rest of the year.

>>40236923
>Don't tell her, keep her safe. She doesn't need to know.

>>40236923
>Let Liza decide.

>>40237137
I dunno anon, even if we don't tell her about Liza's issues, we should still consider spilling tthe beans on ourself, and Liza's input doesn't matter much for that.

>>40236923
>Don't tell her, keep her safe. She doesn't need to know.

I feel like we shouldn't get "normal" people involved without running it by the organisation (I forget their name). So along with this also a

>Saw a flyer for a part-time job at [organisation we are working for's name], and are tempted for the extra cash, but probably won't.
(on the assumption that we aren't working for "Organisation of Supernatural Hunters" and it has a somewhat low-key name that isn't entirely indicative of what the job is).

Unless she's a supernatural, name-dropping the organisation shouldn't mean much to her, and most supernatural people we've met (admittedly that's basically Summer), seem to know that the government knows about their existence. (Liza is a bit of a special case, what with turning into a zombie recently and all).

Tell
>>40236991
>>40237115

No tell
>>40237019
>>40237121
>>40237207

Ask Liza
>>40237121

Writing!

>>40237235
Alrighty! Here's hoping we don't have a room invasion then.

Liza shrugs, seemingly content to follow along with whatever you decide is best.

"We just went out to town, went shopping for some stuff," you finally say. "How about you?"

She takes a bite out of the leg and swallows. "Studying, using the computer, same old," she says.

Instead of telling her outright about what you've been up to, you decide to try something else. You think for a moment, attempting to remember what the building the bureau operated out of was supposed to be.

"You know, while I was out in town, I saw an advertisement for working at this private clinic down in Sunnyville," you say nonchalantly. "I was kind of tempted by the extra cash, but you know school's been making me kind of busy lately and I want to focus on my grades."

"I'm not interested in the job, if you're going to ask me," Alice says, cleaning off her plate. "I've got my own stuff I need to do."

"Like sit at a computer all day?" Liza asks skeptically.

Alice glances at her. "Yup. I don't just sit there and stare at the screen, you know."

Liza raises her hands defensively. "Nothing wrong with that," she quickly says. "I'm just saying that it would be good to get out and have some fun sometime."

Alice is quiet for a moment, then nods. "I'll think about it."

The three of you finish up dinner and grab some of the free fruit before heading out.

"You coming back now?" Alice asks.

>No, I need to go do some stuff.
>Investigate convenience store
>Check out gym
>Call Susan
>Go back, you have finals tomorrow afternoon.
>Write-in.

>>40237611
>Check out gym

>>40237611
>No, I need to go do some stuff.
>Check out gym

>>40237611
>Go back, you have finals tomorrow afternoon.

>>40237611
>Call Susan
Update her on things

>>40237611
>>Check out gym

More investigating
>>40237715
>>40237756
>>40237903

Studious student
>>40237787

Update Susan
>>40237880


Alright guys, I'm going to call it a night, I need to go do some stuff. Next OP will start with the gym and updating Susan.

Thanks for playing, guys. I'll archive this. I'll try to run at a better time next thread, sorry about the weird hours.

>>40237952
Alright, thanks for running!

>>40237952
Thanks for writing. I hope it won't be 2 weeks til next time, haha.

>>40238008
Thanks for playing!

>>40238050
Psh, it was only...12 days holy crap, sorry. Damn exams.

>>40238073
Well as long as you keep us updated on Twitter it'll be fine!

>>40237952
>>40238073
Thanks for the quest! Sorry I missed most of it! what's with the cannibalism and ultraviolent themes amongst cute girls doing cute things in your work

>>40238515
No problem! Sorry about the weird hours!

It's my magical realm that WILL NOT be in this story.

>>40238535
...he says, while writing a quest about paranormal creatures such as vampires and zombies and emotion-feeding fae predate on humans, and the main character, a cute girl, has just got the power to improve her physical capabilities.

Ultraviolence and horror in this sort of quest is fine too, as long as it's not obviously fetishized!

>>40239067
Right, no fetishized guro or anything, just things that might develop naturally.