Considering you're almost more of an apparition in the Edgewood home for troubled Children than you are a victim of its careful systematic destruction of the human soul....er, orphan, the fact that you seem to have been visited by one shouldn't freak you out as much as it does. It's not a really big freak-out, mind you, because realistically if you were going to do that you'd probably have done that when you saw what may as well be a vampire. Not to mention the melted fleshy dead things called lemures that skulk around the place. Whatever she was, she told you to go to the graveyard tomorrow night, with friends. And shovels.It doesn't take a genius to figure out what she was hinting at, and you can't help but wonder if this is the mysterious Circe who helped you de-possess Priscilla. What you did to that girl wasn't an exorcism, that's for sure. The one thing that doesn't quite make sense is that she said she wouldn't recognize you or remember the conversation that you had with her. Which admittedly was mostly inside your head, but still. So if it was her, how did she know it was you?Leaving that for another day, night, or other inconvenient period of time, you give your cats some more petting, kiss a couple of them, and toss a handful of kitty treats out of your jacket pocket for them. Slipping back inside you make your way down the hall to Shaun's room, and quietly make your way inside.Shaun is a tall young man, well on his way to six feet and up, and while he isn't exactly broad, he's got that lean, smooth sort of body that suggests he works out or at least exercises regularly. His black hair looks permanently tousled, and his dark eyes are the same as his older twin sister. It's entirely too obvious that he has attachments to his sister that are considered unhealthy, if not outright illegal, but people turn the other way for two reasons: one, you're dating both of them, and two, you're dating both of them. The former meaning that people assume they're not together because you are with them, the latter suggesting that bringing it up might end badly for those inclined to make certain accusations.Not inaccurately, if you're being honest.The dim light from outside the curtains isn't enough to see by, really, but you never needed light to see in the dark. so you can see the handsome young man's back to you, clean, smooth lines of his body, the faint white tracery where you clawed him the first time he gave you an orgasm. Forty-eight stitches, but Doctor Rikandra made them as tight and careful as she could, so he has white lines instead of ragged stripes. Personally you would have liked to leave stripes on his back, but you're selfish that way. Wake him up and give him his presents. Wake him up nicely - presents can wait. Just let him sleep and leave them here for him. Write in?
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>>2054970> Wake him up nicely - presents can wait.We can probably spare a little time, just make sure we don't stay the night.
>>2054970> Wake him up nicely - presents can wait.
[X] Wake him up nicely - presents can wait.Being quiet seems to come naturally to you, except when it fails you spectacularly. So you make an extra effort to not wake Shaun up before you're ready. The flare gun and the explosives (okay, they're really big firecrackers, but they may as well be explosives) are bundled up and hidden in the back of his closet in the hidey-hole he made for just such occasions when he was still fourteen. Your clothing you put on his chair at his desk, before you slip over to the bed, looking down at him. He's sleeping soundly - you can always tell when he's awake - and with the greatest care you open up his covers and slide between the sheets with him.Shaun wakes up when you're halfway in and half turns, and you smile brightly, finishing settling in as he props his head up on one hand and looks towards you. It's obvious to you that he can't see you, but he makes a good show of it anyways as you press your palms to his chest, his skin almost hot and the heavy, powerful beats of his heart speeding up at your touch. The fact that it does makes you all warm and fluttery inside. "Are you trying to get put in solitary for a month, Hekah?""Aw, no fair, you're supposed to call me Shauna or something." He smiles and leans forward, and you slip your arm in the gap made by his and curl your hand to cup the back of his neck, half guiding him into the slow, warm, deep kiss. You remain like that for a while and his kisses become more eager, more insistent, his other hand moving from his hip to yours. It only takes a little encouraging noise before Shaun's hand moves up your side to caress your bosom slowly, playing lightly with your firm breasts and turgid nipples. Soon he has you breathing heavy and breaking the kiss. Shauna may have you on size, but you're more sensitive than she is."I can always tell it's you, Hekah," he murmurs huskily, moving over you in the dark as you fall back into the pillow and look up at his unseeing eyes that are nevertheless filled with rich, warm emotion and not a small amount of devotion. "There's no one like you in the world," he whispers before he moves over you, and into you.You don't get to respond because he's doing things that cause you to make other noises instead.By the time you're finished with each other, you're pleasantly tired and warm enough that the blankets and sheets have to be pushed aside. Laying half atop him, you bask in the afterglow, all your worries only coming back slowly. You can sleep for a very little wile. You can't not sleep, after all. Tell Shaun about his presents and how effective you think they'll be. Ask him exactly how he can tell you apart for Shauna. Write in:
>>2054997> You can sleep for a very little wile. You can't not sleep, after all.
>>2054997> Tell Shaun about his presents and how effective you think they'll be.> Ask him exactly how he can tell you apart for Shauna.Unfortunately we don't really have time to take a bigger risk right now, though maybe after we won...
>>2054997> Tell Shaun about his presents and how effective you think they'll be.> Ask him exactly how he can tell you apart for Shauna.
>>2055001Also>Ask if he knows where to get shovels?
[X] Tell Shaun about his presents and how effective you think they'll be.[X] Ask him exactly how he can tell you apart for Shauna.You sigh and rest your head against his chest, which rises and falls with slow regularity; his heartbeat is slow and steady now. "How do you always know it's me? I know you can't see anything in the dark."He chuckles, a soft rumble in his chest, making you smile. "You may be the same height as Shauna, but you're a lot more firm and a little cooler, Hekah. You're always a little cooler than she is, even just out of a shower." Well, it would explain why they're always so beautifully warm. "And you're just....Mnh."You lay your hands across his chest and look at him in the dark. He's not frowning, but more....bemused, or at a loss. "Just what? And keep in mind my nails are right here, big guy." He grins in the dark as you flex your fingers, and he shivers."Shauna has a kind of presence to her, she's just....all there, you know? Has it under control, even when she doesn't. You...." He pauses again and you trace little hearts on his pecs. "You're like an empty space, a cold place in a warm room. Not like you're not there, you're just....""A ghost?" you supply rather unhappily."That's silly, Hekah. No more like you're Shauna's shadow, someone that is always right there, but unobtrusive. So when you're here and she isn't, you make me feel desperately wanted, like you need me to fill the empty space where you are." He sighs. "I know i'm not saying this right."You move up his body a little, and feel him twitch when you move against something sensitive. "It's okay. I kind of get it." You kiss him and he kisses you back, his hands sliding along your back. "I got you some things. M-120's and a flare gun. I might take one or two, but you can have the rest. I don't know if I'll be taking the flare gun. It's pretty easy to use.""What's with the heavy ordinance?" he asks curiously, not even batting an eye that you have it at all. You love this man.The explanation is quick, and to the point. "I want to try the flare gun on the other thing, the vampire or whatever." But the spectral visitation this evening makes you reconsider. Tell him you'll be looking for the grave of Sebastian tomorrow, and probably need help. Tomorrow is tomorrow - who knows what you'll turn up, so let it lie for now and get to your own bed. Kiss him goodnight and sleep a while. You need it now.[X] Write in: Ask about some shovels....
>>2055016> Tomorrow is tomorrow - who knows what you'll turn up, so let it lie for now and get to your own bed.
>>2055016> Tell him you'll be looking for the grave of Sebastian tomorrow, and probably need help.
>>2055016> Tell him you'll be looking for the grave of Sebastian tomorrow, and probably need help.Or I guess say we got a potential lead, because who the fuck knows what we'll turn up. But since he has like a job and stuff, it's probably a good idea that he's ready for the possibility.
>>2055016> Tell him you'll be looking for the grave of Sebastian tomorrow, and probably need help.>Kiss him goodnight and return to our own bed
[X] Tell him you'll be looking for the grave of Sebastian tomorrow, and probably need help.[X] Write in: Ask about some shovels, then kiss him goodnight and go to your own bed."Hey do you know where to get some shovels?""Why, you have an idea where the vampire's grave is located?""Well, yeah, and we might need to dig up his grave. Or the grave of another monster like me.""There are no monsters like you," he replies with a grin."Flatterer. But, yeah, we need some shovels. And some help. Lyrical will probably help to, if you ask her nice." You sigh and lay your head back on his chest. "It shouldn't be too hard to dig up a grave right?""It's about seven tons of work, and I mean that in the most literal sense, Heks. Six by four by eight is a lot of dirt, and dirt is heavy." He considers. "But yeah, I think we can get it done in a night with about six or seven of us.""Why do you know how much a grave weighs?""Well, the traditional way to kill a vampire and all...." You sigh and kiss his chest. "We can do this. Flare gun, huh?""Star shell. Short range, really hot, very bright, short lived. Not likely to burn the place down, unfortunately, unless you like, deliberately set something on fire." He snaps his fingers and you laugh softly."I love your laugh," he murmurs and you kiss him again, because he's just that nice."I gotta go. Have to make an appearance in my own bed sometime." He snorts and you slip out of bed. He tries to catch a glimpse, but it's too dark, obviously. You dress slowly, and kiss him goodnight - a deep, long, involved kiss goodnight. You let it go with a regretful sigh which makes him chuckle. "Shauna sends her love, and me too.""You mean your love, or sends you to me?" You do not swat him, because you might break him, and he's kinda useful. "I love you too. Be careful.""Funny, that's just what she said," you quip before slipping out into the darkened hallway. Judith is dozing in her seat now, actually asleep this time. Nothing at all in the hall otherwise, aside from you. Go back to Beth and Shauna. Chrissy can only stab you again. Go to bed, and see what Jeanine is doing there anyways. ....scare the hell out of Judith. If she's asleep, then bad things can happen. Write in:
>>2055047>...Maybe now's a good time to check the computer?We wanted to last thread, but Judith wasn't quite asleep yet.
>>2055047>"But yeah, I think we can get it done in a night with about six or seven of us."Also do we even have six friends?
>>2055047>Check the computer
>>2055056More like six freaks.
>>2055056Hekah? Maybe not. Shaun and Shauna together might though.
>>2055065well in that case, they may be in for an interesting night.
[X] Write in: Hey, look, an unattended computer!You slip silently to the desk, and step behind it, glancing at her half read romance novel and her now cold thermos of coffee. You very carefully touch a button and look at the log-in screen. Username is probably Jake, and the password you type in from memory. Sure enough, you get access fairly easily.It is a simple matter to look up your information. It doesn't say anything you already don't know, or think you know, except the 'issues' page, which includes possible psychosis, schizoidal personality disorder, and a listing of people you've injured and hurt, which is not really all that comprehensive. You're pretty sure you've hurt at least twice the number of people they have on that list. The psych profile button, the medical button, and the actionable issues button are all greyed out. It's the same for Priscilla's, though her record is shiny and clean, which doesn't really surprise you.You can't access anything actually useful, unfortunately, because apparently Jake never had access to anything useful. You do find a work schedule, so you know that Larry is going to be on duty tomorrow night in the upstairs. That means getting out without him noticing (or caring) will be relatively easy, if somewhat sickening for whoever wants to pull that duty. The urge to do something drastic to him is pretty strong, really. as long as it's you, Lyrica, or another older kid you might let him live for now.The adoption listings are easy to find, but extremely sparse on information for Jake. No addresses, only names and dates. Still that's a start, and you quickly look up some of the 'night time adoptions'. There's something like fifteen names of that list. Two a month, almost clockwork. Nothing further back than the beginning of the year, and you're not computer savvy enough to know where to look for more information. Still, Marie might be able to dig up more. You search nightmares, and about two thirds of the current 'residents' light up. 'Illness' makes about ten light up in yellow - including your name - and five light up in red. Four of those - Priscilla, Daniel, Peggy and Joan - seem to be just people who got sick from food poisoning, flue, or the like and are still listed as sick.Timothy doesn't have a cause of sickness listed. Just one word: visitation.He's apparently due to be adopted in a week. After hours. Time to go look in on Mr. Timothy there. Make notes for Marie since she can get more information, and get to bed. ....time to have a talk with Judith. Kind of like the one you had with Jake. Write in:
>>2055077> ....time to have a talk with Judith. Kind of like the one you had with Jake.
>>2055077> Time to go look in on Mr. Timothy there.> Make notes for Marie since she can get more information, and get to bed.Eh, while I'm not hugely opposed to trying to get answers from her, I'm not sure she know anything useful or if we can get it out of her without breaking one of the only employees of this place who seem even halfway good at their job. But again, not that against it.
>>2055090It's all sorts of fucked up that they know this far in advance which kids will get taken without doing anuthing to stop it, so I think that'll influence Hekah's desicion here. I also figured whatever consequences come of this would make for a more interesting story.
>>2055096That is true, but I guess I wasn't sure how easy this stuff would be to find and connect the dots unless you were actively looking for it like we are.Like I'm uncertain how far ignorance could potentially extend in this instance, though I understand your desire to find out.
>>2055098>>2055082So I don't know, if we do interrogate her I'm not sure we should do it exactly like Jake, but it's an uneasy medium between her treating us as an unruly orphan and her treating us as someone who is pretty clearly threatening her life.
>>2055077> Time to go look in on Mr. Timothy there.
 Time to go look in on Mr. Timothy there. Make notes for Marie since she can get more information, and get to bed. ....time to have a talk with Judith. Kind of like the one you had with Jake. Write in:Pinching the bridge of your nose doesn't really help clear your head like they say it does. You have a terrible ringing in your ears and you feel ill. This is....this is the kind of fucked up that they don't have words for, if what you see here is actually factual and not some misunderstanding on your part.Timothy's room is on this floor. Tim Kettermen is thirteen years old, stutters, and is generally a quiet boy, for obvious reasons. A target for bullies who stays out of there way, and is generally capable of taking care of himself. You haven't seen him too much recently, and being sick is probably why. But this is....something else. It's worrying and not a little disturbing. If it means they know what's going on - and they being Sister Christina - then you have every reason to go on a murder spree. At least, if you weren't sure that was going to get you killed.You'll have to look in on timothy of course, and Marie would probably be able to find out more, but you have Judith right here. and she might be able to give you a lot more information maybe. then again, she's probably in the same boat as Jake was - not much access. Still, you find is very suspicious that someone as careful and attentive as Judith would let this go on under her nose. Maybe she doesn't have the same information. It would be very upsetting if she had more information though.The fact of the matter is the information to Marie can wait until she's awake. timothy might not have that long. and Judith is asleep, and it's not like you don't know where to find her five days a week. On the other hand, you only have this moment where you're guaranteed privacy for once. Unless she starts yelling and screaming like Jake did. not much privacy at that point. You flex your hands the joints and ligaments popping and cracking. Surprisingly Judith doesn't wake up.And that's weird.you reach for her and then slowly draw your fingers along the back of her neck. Her head rolls to the side and she makes a soft, sleepy noise. She reaches for the desktop but barely gets her hand halfway there before she is unconscious again.You pat her face several times, then outright snap your fingers in front of her nose. She barely stirs for either.....is she drugged?>To be Continued....
Thank you for reading and playing. We'll continue tomorrow night, hopefully on time, with a continuation of the vote (with a note that Tim will get a visit more likely than not, deference to >>2055122).
>>2055127...On the one hand that's awfully convenient for us because it let us get some snooping done, and it's good to know that normally Judith does not sleep on the job, it's still both concerning and confusing since I don't think the Lemures need to drug people to move around.Does the Doctor live on site? I'm not sure if we should drag Judith outside with a note taped to her and then do the "knock and run away" thing.
>>2055128Thanks for running
>>2055128Thanks for running! I had a lot of fun and I'm gonna see if I can get a good nap in so I'm rested up for Ryukuza quest. I hope you had a good time, or at least not a bad time, with your guests!
>>2055128Thanks for running. Sorry for leaving you with one vote for each prompt there on that last vote.>>2055127>....is she drugged?Then the odds are she really is one of the good guys. Should probably get her some help.
>>2055134Well I don't know, I mean she's definitely not drugged all the time and she has access to the computer mostly whenever she's on call so it's still definitely possible she knew about what's been going on. But again, there's still that question of how much someone can be expected to connect the dots.
>>2055130She does live on site.
>>2055133They're hotel guests so generally I'm not allowed to have any fun with them.
>>2055148Oh right yeah that is how you're supposed to refer to them.
Normally you don't smell other people's coffee, but there's a distinctly chemical smell to Judith's coffee, almost hidden under the sweet scent of Splenda and the bitter milky scent of powdered creamer. It's no wonder she wouldn't taste anything in her coffee with those things to cover it up. You don't know exactly what it is but it's powerful enough to have rendered her completely insensible to the world, even when you touch her or make noise. Which is exactly what was wanted, undoubtedly.That brings to mind a very disturbing question: if the two orderlies on the girls' floor aren't drugged....are they in on it?You're not entirely sure you want a real answer to that, because you're just not sure what you're going to do about it. If you can do anything at all about it. The more you become involved, the more the solution seems to be 'kill the monsters', or at least drive them off. You've got the tools to do the latter to the molten monstrosities giving people nightmares, but the other thing, the vampire thing? That's another matter entirely. Still you're making some kind of progress, and tomorrow night you'll have made a few steps more if all goes well.Tonight, however, you have much bigger issues. Timothy is schedule for an 'after hours adoption', which Jake said was a euphemism for a quiet death and a secret burial. According to the local computer geek Marie, that is exactly how lemures get made, by disrespecting the graves in some manner and not giving them some measure of attention after they've been buried. You're not entirely sure they can be killed, but driving them off permanently seems to be within your capabilities. If Marie is right.So far she's doing well, you have to admit.While he's listed as sick, the reason he's sick according to the computer is nothing more than a red flagged note - visitation. Being something of a spooky monster yourself, you suspect that means he's going to be or has been visited by something worse than the lemures, the horrible thing who made you do sick you were in a coma for two days. And you don't get sick, ever. Doctor Rikandra and your own computer geek Kit found information saying the original myths had vampires making people sick, draining away their life force without actually harming them otherwise. Well, aside from them dying, which you consider pretty harmful personally! Go check on Tim. Steal some kind of stimulant from the doc's office to use on Judith. See if you can get the other two orderlies down to Tim and see what happens then! Write in:
>>2058290> Go check on Tim.Unfortunately I'd rather not break the accord we reached with the doctor just yet, even if we technically never agreed to it.
>>2058290>Consider which students use stimulants "recreationally">Who is closer: Tim, or a stimaddict?
>>2058306Students, derp, kids. Orphans.
>>2058306While I applaud your creativity for a work around, I'm not certain anything a kid has would be the right calibur.
[X] Write in: See if you can find an Adderall kid or maybe a meth-head![X] Go check on Tim.It only takes you a moment to figure out the prescription service in the computer system. It goes much faster now that you don't have to worry about waking up Judith. Ironically, or perhaps poetically, Tim's room is right next to an Addy-babby, so it's closer by one whole door. Maxwell pads across the hall, followed by Crookie and then by a gangling ginger tom named, of course, Skinny.Tim's room being on this floor makes things easier in one respect: you don't have to worry about being caught by Judith. You're pretty sure 'Sister Christina was lying about the cameras. There are far too many opportunities that were taking by various kids and teens that would have resulted in punishments if they had existed. Also, proof of something fishy going on would not be acceptable to the vicious and paranoid woman who runs this hell hole.You quietly make your way down the hall, and stop halfway down when you hear a distressed moan from behind Tim's door. Like most of the doors, Tim's is closed, but he's young enough that there won't be a lock. At least, not one that is official. You try the handle and find it moves easily and silently. Opening the door and letting it swing open on it's own, you step to the side and peek carefully into the room, as does Skinny and Crookie, who remains mercifully quiet for the moment.Tim is not alone.He is asleep, deeply so, breathing in quick, shallow pants, one arm flung up across his forehead, the other gripping his tossed aside blankets. He's in his pajamas, and the light from the street barely illuminates the room from his slightly parted curtains. Not that you need it to see, but it just makes the surreal aspects of what you are looking at that much worse.The tall, thin creature you tried to kill in the sewers is here, standing next to Tim's bed and simply looking down upon him. That's probably what makes this so weird; it's just....looking at him, it's gash of a mouth parted with a weird, pleased expression. The beam of light that splits the room strikes the creature, making a line of light across it's body, but despite that the small line of light continues unbroken along the floor and up the wall, as though the thing is solid, but not there at all at the same time.You feel the low heavy growl and the stress of your tendons and ligaments trying to flex and twist inside your arms very acutely. POUNCE! Have the cats wake up Tim! Well, you haven't really tried talking yet.... Write in:
>>2058319> Well, you haven't really tried talking yet....It could be a good idea to see if this thing is still able to talk, and I'm not certain that we can kill it just yet without it making us very sick.Also that is some very spooky imagery.
>>2058328Part of me wishes we still had that flare gun, but another part is glad the temptation isn't there since it could also very much not work.
[X] Well, you haven't really tried talking yet....You relax, which causes your tendons to pop and shift, your hands going claw-link of their own accord. You don't actually grow claws or anything, which is....kind of good? Crookie lets out a low, deep growl, and you slowly step inside the doorway.At first you think you might just be seeing things or hallucinating, because nothing. when it turns around it's sudden, so fast you don't really see it, and it hunches over, the gaping wound of a needle-toothed maw opening a little wider. Your heart pounds, and not not entirely from fear, though you are a little afraid. Mostly, you're wanting to attack, and that is a hard thing to ignore. "Sebastian?" you ask softly, looking into the thing's eyes. Nothing in the myths said they hypnotized you, not the real myths. "Are you Sebastian?"Cookie hisses loudly, and Maxwell and Skinny join her, all three of them creating a small racket. It moves towards you, arms much longer than proportional reaching out for you, filthy claws extended. You have just enough time to jerk back before the cats go ballistic and attack. Timothy moans and struggles in his sleep, while the creature swats and jerks, the cats hanging on the grey, rotted blankets the vampire is swaddled in.It connects, smashing Skinny off of it's side, and the cat slams into the wall, reeling. YOU go ballistic at that point and leap onto the creature, tearing the blanket to shreds and digging your nails into the soft, rotten flesh of the thing.The stench is horrendous; the cats scatter, even Skinny staggering off unsteadily, while Tim starts coughing and hacking, and waking up. That, more than your assault or the cats, seems to drive the creature off; a bony arm slams into your gut and you are thrown into the dresser, crashing loudly into the heavy wooden furniture. Anyone one but you would be a mess of broken bones. It swoops through the doorway, fleeing as Tim blinks his eyes blearily and covers his noes while surreptitiously checking to make sure he didn't do something nasty in his bed. Pursue! Ouch, ouch ouch, oh, hi Tim, how're you doing? Slip out while Tim is distracted and make your own escape. Write in:
>>2058338> Slip out while Tim is distracted and make your own escape.
>>2058338> Ouch, ouch ouch, oh, hi Tim, how're you doing?I'm a little curious to see if the vampire was doing a psychic assault at the same time it was creepily looking over Tim.At the same time though I feel like we should wash our hands with vodka and maybe find a trash bag to store any scraps of rags that we tore off the vampire, since it's probably not hygienic to leave in Tim's room....not really surprised negotiations failed but this hasn't sold me on violence being effective.
>>2058338>ow ow oh shit, Skinny!
>>2058338> Ouch, ouch ouch, oh, hi Tim, how're you doing?
[X] Slip out while Tim is distracted and make your own escape.[X] Write in: Gotta check on Skinny!You might be inhumanly tough, but that only seems to mean you don't break easy. You bruise just fine, and it still hurts like a motherfucker when you get thrown into heavy objects. Like antique oak dressers. Despite that you roll to your feet and dust yourself off, painfully. Tim seems just fine, if a little disoriented. Then again, why wouldn't he be after being woken up by a cat-fight and his dresser banging around like that. "Ah, hiya Tim. sorry to wake you, I got lost. your dresser is heavy. Don't kick it."Timothy blinks blearily at you, and mutters something. You walk over, concerned and sit on his bed, carefully avoiding the disintegrating shreds of blanket and gobbets of weird black and amber flesh that slowly melt into the floor, staining it. "what's that, kiddo?""Don't feel good...." Reaching over you take the bottle of water next to the bed and unscrew the cap, offering it to him. He takes a few swallows and then lays back down, already half asleep. He looks....drawn, almost wrung out, pale as death. You get up, replacing his water bottle and stagger, your own head not entirely clear. You make your way to the door and lean heavily against the door jamb before closing it and moving down the hall.It takes precious seconds for you to recover your balance as you half stumble, down the hall towards Shaun's room. As you feared, the specter is gone, vanished without a trace, like the fragments of rotted flesh and dirty blankets you tore from the creature. The stench lingers, and you would really like to wash your hands. You spot something far more important: Skinny, lying on the floor in the hallway.You scoop him up gently as lights come on and people start moving about in nearby rooms. Judith is still unconscious, but she seems to be stirring a little. You have little doubt she's going to catch hell for this. Skinny makes a plaintive meow and starts to purr as you stumble to a halt in front of Shaun's room, and his door is already opening, him standing out of your way as he glances down the hall. Just like half a dozen other young men and boys do.It takes a bit of effort not to just crash into his bed and lie there; instead you make the deliberate effort to sit down next to his bed as he shuts and locks his door. "What the heck was all that?""Don't take my name in vain," you murmur distractedly as you stroke Skinny, while gently checking him for injuries. He seem fine, other than one back leg being sensitive to touch, and being a little dizzy. You don't feel much better to be honest, and you suspect that the problem isn't necessarily injury related. "Timmy had a visitor, a tall, ugly, smelly visitor." Shaun comes close and wrinkles his nose. "You wouldn't happen to have any more moist wipes would you?"
Good boyfriend that he is, he does (for various and sometimes sexual reasons) and you set about cleaning your hands and face, as well as Skinny's paws. Once you have, Shaun offers you a plastic bag for the wipes, which he ties shut and puts in the trash can. You feel immediately better once they are tightly sealed away and you are cleaned up, and Skinny seems to be a little better too, aside from the leg injury. Whatever it was will pay for that."So, I guess fighting with it doesn't work?" Shaun asks softly."Well, it definitely doesn't like it, but it's hard to tell if I'm hurting it. The cats hate it's guts - they started the fight, not me." You lean back and Shaun settles down next to you. "I don't know what to do. If the flare gun doesn't work, we're fucked.""Hey, hey, that's no way to talk. You've got to finish this. Beth and Shauna are counting on you, and I suspect Timothy is too, even if he doesn't realize it." Tell him about the Circe incident. Ask him if he knows about a long haired girl who lives near the cemetery. Just lean in and rest. You're exhausted now, compared to tired before. Write in:
>>2058364> Ask him if he knows about a long haired girl who lives near the cemetery.
>>2058364Does Shaun have work scheduled later in the day, or will there be time to talk to him before the afternoon/evening?That's interesting that it seems like it takes a while for the contact disease to set in and you're mostly fine if you act fast enough?
>>2058374There will be time to talk to him.
>>2058364> Just lean in and rest. You're exhausted now, compared to tired before.Think we might need to rest a bit though not doze off completely, just so we have the strength to sneak back into our room. Because as it stands if we get sent to see the Sister there's enough shit we know, or think we know, to result in a fight to the death that I'm not sure we can win. So better not to deal with her until we've solved our vampire problem, if possible.
>>2058364>Ask if he knows the girl, don't mention where we saw her>Try not to doze off>fail
[X] Ask him if he knows about a long haired girl who lives near the cemetery.[X] Just lean in and rest. You're exhausted now, compared to tired before.[X] Write in: Try and stay awake long enough to get back to your own room. Fail."There was a girl tonight...." He raises an eyebrow and you lean against him. "Not like that! She was tall, slender, long long long black hair. You ever see her before?"He shakes his head and slides his arm over your shoulders, behind you neck and you cuddle into him, petting a purring Skinny Cat. "Can't say that I have, she sounds like someone I'd remember seeing. Why, you got the hots for her?""As if. No, she suggested going to the cemetery and digging up the grave. She looked....different. I dunno. She-" the yawn that escapes makes your jaw crack loudly enough for Shaun to wince, and you rub the left side. "Ow. She reminded me of someone but i don't know who. Shit was weird, man."Shaun kisses your temple and you smile. He says something but you don't really hear it, as you fall into sleep deep enough to drown in.>To Be Continued....We will continue in this thread tomorrow night, about the same time. Thank you for reading and playing.
>>2058384Starting to suffer from exhaustion effects after not enough sleep today (3 hours) and an early start to my shift. My apologies.
>>2058385Thanks for running, will you be able to get some rest between now and Ryukusa or are you in a situation where you have to power through?
>>2058388I'll have a few hours of rest.
We need to feed Crookie some Lemure. Or possesed orphan thigh, it could go either way.I worry that I've seen a way to affect the vampire.>the cats go ballistic and attack. Timothy moans and struggles in his sleep>digging your nails into the soft, rotten flesh of the thing [...] Tim starts coughing and hacking, and waking up. That, more than your assault or the cats, seems to drive the creature offThis leads me to believe that Tim was suffering from the damage inflicted on the vampire.Which begs the question, does it work like our Marks? Will *it* suffer from attacks on its victim? Or, does it flee from a waking child because it is vulnerable to them because of some aspect of the feeding?Not something I particularly want to test, but we may have to...>>2058385Thanks for the run, and I hope to make tomorrow's thread, looking forward to it.
...is anyone else getting the sickening feeling that the doctor is involved somehow? Like I'm pretty sure she either creates the medical records it at least is aware of them, and someone drugging Judith's coffee... I have no idea what motive she could have, but at minimum she knew a lot more than she told us.
>>2058411Everyone is in on something
>>2058411On the other hand I also wonder if, after we told the doctor we're visiting Jake, she drugged Judith to help us by giving us a chance to use the computer.>>2058481I know right?
>>2058505So how many pies do we want to stck our thumbs in?
>>2058835Well, if it' any pie other than Shauna's, you can expect tears, wailing, hot blooded accusations, and soul crushing - oh, different pies. Carry on!
>>2059260hers is finger licking goodI ment all the little dirty pies people dont tell you aboutAlso are we like a baby hagraven?
>>2059260Thank you for running, a light session was and is fine.
You wake up while it's still dark.Shaun mumbles something in his sleep and shifts against you, his back warm along your side. Gentleman that he is, he's stripped you to your panties and covered you in the sheets; between the sheets and his body heat you're just at the edge of too warm. Staring at the ceiling you soak up the warmth and stroke the cat laying across your belly. Skinny stretches, flexing all his toes, and it seems like his leg isn't bothering him much which you're grateful for. He doesn't seem to be sick, which is even better, and neither are you.Maybe you're building up a resistance. That would be nice.A glance at the analog clock tells you it's four in the morning. While you would like to stay and enjoy his company some more, you really do need to be in your own bed. If for no other reason than to make sure Jeanine ends up in her own bed before they do a headcount at five or six. You slip out of the sheets and from under the cat and roll onto the floor, landing on your hands and feet in a crouch. Looking at the doorway you see the movement of a flashlight some distance away. Judith must be up.You dress quickly and silently, then lean over the bed, kissing Shaun's temple and smiling as he relaxes into more restful dreams. The footsteps move closer, and you hear doors being cracked open. Bed-checks, wonderful. Well, it's not like you haven't coped with them before. Slip out and escape while they're looking in a different room. Hide in the shadows and wait until after they check the room. Screw it, Judith owes you; just walk out. It's not like they don't know. Write in:
>>2060905>  Hide in the shadows and wait until after they check the room.Make a pillow body under the covers.
>>2060905> Slip out and escape while they're looking in a different room.
>>2060905>Slip out, but try and time it so you can check up on Tim. Or at least watch whoever is doing the bed-checks to look in on him.
>>2060905>Slip out and escape while they're looking in a different room.And if Judith catches you, you have some questions to her as well, after all!
>>2060905> Slip out and escape while they're looking in a different room.> Write in: Distraction cat at the opposite of where you are.
[X] Slip out and escape while they're looking in a different room.[X] Write in: Some help would be nice, and checking on Tim might be wise.Sidling quietly to the door, leaving Skinny to his well deserved nap and wondering how Shaun will react when you've been replaced by a cat, you close your eyes and listen carefully. Judith, good little employee that she is, wears flats, and that makes it much easier to track her movements across the linoleum tile. This side, now going to that side....no other feet....no slippery, sliding, gross noises....and the skittering clatter of a couple of kittens chasing 'air mice' or each other across the hall. You hear her startled gasp, and then her frustrated sigh at the kittens antics. Naturally you slip out at that moment.All is as you imagined it, thank the Goddess and the God, and you pad on bare feet down the hall, hiding behind a decorative 'wall support' as she turns around to check on the room before Shaun's. Patiently you wait for her to check, turn, go across the floor....then you dart down the hall, sliding into Timothy's room in utter silence.Tim is sleeping, fitfully, his dreams bad apparently. A hand on his forehead seems to soothe him, and you wait for him to quiet. You have a few rooms leeway before Judith will be here, so you kiss the feverish boy on the forehead....and immediately stagger back, rubbing your lips fiercely against your sleeve. They burn like you painted them in Cayenne pepper, or like you shoved them in an ant's nest. The mark didn't take either, you can feel that. Try a bruise or a cut. Choose one or the other. Carefully check him for marks like Priscilla had - hopefully before Judith gets here. Slip out; you can't spare any more time, and he's alive enough. Write in:
>>2060959>Carefully check him for marks like Priscilla had - hopefully before Judith gets here.No doubt there would be a strong "smell" if he was marked, though.
>>2060959> Slip out; you can't spare any more time, and he's alive enough.
>>2060959Dunno if we'll be able to check in depth within that time.> Write in: Cursory check on both sides of his neck and his chest (over the heart).> Slip out; you can't spare any more time, and he's alive enough.
>>2060959>Mark his door.>Slip out, leave the door wide open.Honestly, I want to wait for Judith, to convince her take Tim to the doc, but she's too hidebound to not report us being here.
>>2060959> Slip out; you can't spare any more time, and he's alive enough.I really don't wanna be caught stripping a prepubescent orphan especially since I don't think he's visibly sick/feverish?>Mark something in his room?>MAYBE quickly feel out where you seemed to wound the vampire?
[X] Slip out; you can't spare any more time, and he's alive enough.[X] Write in: A cursory check won't take long, and marking his room and leaving it open will help.You gently turn his head, left, right, looking at his neck (no bite marks, but that's not a surprise). You quickly run your fingers though his scalp, making him sigh in his sleep; with a smile you gently move his covers and lift his shirt.There isn't a mark like you or a demon would make, but there's definitely a mark. An ugly spreading bruise that looks....wrong. The blood vessels around it are brownish, and the interior of it is a greyish-blue. It looks more like cancer than it does a bruise but you're pretty sure cancer would have been noted on his sheet, and not even Chrissy could keep Doctor Rikandra from putting him in a hospital of some sort. It's almost the size of your palm, and it looks very, very bad. It isn't where you assaulted the vampire thing though - he doesn't seem to have suffered any injuries that you inflicted on it at least. Maybe it was just that he was waking up that scared it? Weird.Foorsteps down the hall draw your attention to the here and now. Judith would definitely report you for being here, and worse, she knows you get into fights on occasion. So being here, with him looking like this? Yeah, not happening!Leaving Tim's chest exposed and his blankets away from his hands so he doesn't cover up, you over silently to the door and crack it open. She's three doors down, and moving towards this side. You wait patiently, watching, and hoping she doesn't notice the cracked door....yet. You grip the doorjamb hard, digging your nails into the wood and leaving your mark there. While you might not be able to feel the vampire enter the room, you'll at least be able to keep an eye on Timothy himself. Unless they move him of course. Judith opens the door, look in on the sleeping kid, then turns and walks towards the other side. You slip out but leave Tim's door wide open, escaping to hide behind a planter and the false tree.Hunkering down behind it, you wait and watch as Judith checks on the other boy - Kit, as a matter of fact - and then turns to check the next room. She immediately notices the wide open door, and her expression becomes one of consternation; she shakes her head and pinches the bridge of her nose, blaming her impromptu nap for the fact she didn't notice it before. Unmoving, you watch her approach the door, then step inside, frowning. You don't hear anything for a moment....then the room light up a little as she dials a number. "Doctor Rikandra? Sorry to wake you, but I need you to come to Timothy Kincade's room. A-15, yes. Please hurry, I think he may be hurt or injured very badly."Reaching the stairs is easy, and you take them two at a time, silent as the wind. Your room first. Maybe time to scare some sense into Tiffany. Maybe slip into Jeannine's room, trading for the night. Er, morning. Write in:
>>2060997Huh, that seems to give Judith points for not being in on it, whatever "it" is.>Your room first.I forget, which one is Tiffany?
>>2060997> Your room first.
>>2060997>Your room first.
>>2061003Head of the Bratz Brigade, and self appointed queen of everything - at least, if Hekah weren't more of a bully than she was.
>>2060997Good thing Hekah stuck around to see if Judith noticed what's wrong with Tim.> Your room first.
[X] Your room first.The hall is quiet, and it looks like Larry and Jennifer are doing paperwork. It doesn't take long before Jennifer jumps and then looks down, grinning as she reaches down to pet one of your cats. Larry, of course, is watching Jennifer, so getting to your room is easy - though there is a close call when Larry turns around and glances down the corridor. You watch him from your vantage point near the top of a 'support column' the shadows created by the fluorescent lights making it easy to blend in, and your bare feet and claws pressed to the wall and pillar firmly. When he looks away, back to Jennifer, who makes a soft 'ooh' noise when he grips her ass though her skirt as she's bent over, you slip into your room without a sound.Jeanine is sleeping soundly, curled into a fetal position on top of your blankets, her nightdress pulled over her tucked knees. She's holding onto Miss Glasses, the small stuffed panda bear Shaun won at the Pier 47 for you. You doubt she even realizes she's done so, honestly.You undress entirely before slipping into a fresh pair of panties and the long cotton t-shirt of Shaun's that serves as a nightgown for you. It would be nice if it smelled like him, but it's been through the wash a few times. Sitting on the bed, you stroke Jeanine's hair, and she wakes up suddenly, freezing in place. Still stroking her hair, you wait for her to relax. "You know i have a girlfriend already, right?"She blushes and un-tucks her legs, careful not to tear her lacy-silky nightie. "I'm straight," she replies shyly."I know. What're you doing here?"She sighs. "I figured it was safer to stay the night with you than risk being alone after all that happened today." It makes perfect sense - you have no doubt at all that the Bratz would love some payback, especially Helena. You're pretty sure she's going to have to deal with some embarrassing crap in her room anyways. Hopefully it won't literally be crap. you didn't smell any, so that's probably a safe bet. "You don't mind, do you?""Just keep your hands to yourself," you say as you pull the blankets back, making her scramble to the side of the bed. You hold the blankets open and she looks at you dumbly for a moment before she realizes she's supposed to get in. Blushing even harder she does so, and you slide in next to her, falling into the pillow gratefully. "I reserve the right to embarrass you terribly when people ask about it.""That's fair, I guess," she admits, rolling onto her side and looking at you as you lay back and take slow, deep breaths, calming yourself after the hectic evening. "Hekah...?""Yeah?" You turn and look at her, the light from outside barely enough to let her see, while you see her with perfect clarity."Are you really a witch?" Yep. Not really. Go to sleep. Dunno. Some kind of monster, I guess. Why do you ask now? Write in:
>>2061023> Dunno. Some kind of monster, I guess.
>>2061023> Dunno. Some kind of monster, I guess.>The thing I am has been kind of conflated with witches but it's not the same.> Why do you ask now?
>>2061023>[x] Dunno. Some kind of monster, I guess.>Even so, I'm not feral!>[x] Why do you ask now?
>>2061023> Not really.> Why do you ask now?
>>2061023>Go to sleep, Jeanine. You don't want to talk about this now. Nightmares and all that. Ask me again in the morning.
[X] Dunno. Some kind of monster, I guess.[X] Why do you ask now?[X] Write in: Maybe kind of a witchy thing, but not. I'm definitely not feral. Are you looking to have nightmares?It takes you a moment to phrase your thoughts, and just before she says she's sorry - because you can tell that's what she's about to say - you answer."I don't know. I don't think so. I'm some kind of monster, something that's got witchy powers but isn't really a witch. Kind of like the Jotunn aren't really giants and sometimes have magic powers, but everyone calls them giants." She nods, not quite getting it. "Maybe I got some faerie blood in me, or maybe I'm just weird. I'm not like, a werewolf or anything. I'm not gonna eat babies or little kids." You turn and look at her. "Why? Bratz saying I'm some kind of evil witch or something?"She starts to shake her head, then thinks better of it. "Well, yeah, some of them do, and it makes Tiffany mad enough to piss when they do. But....I kinda thought you were a witch when you made Helena fall." She hesitates. "Priscilla said you were.""I didn't do that. Cats are cats. They like me, but I can't make them do anything. Also, Priscilla was bonkers. I mean fucking in-sane." You shrug. "Maybe I'm just some kind of freaky mutant. I dunno. Doesn't matter, as long as I can watch over my kids and take care of the cats. you sure you want to talk about this before going to sleep?""....I was thinking....I read a story. It had someone like you in it." You prop yourself up on your elbow and look at her with renewed interest. "It was called Ghost Story. It was about a man and a girl. The girl was a loup garou.""What, like a werewolf?" you ask dubiously, but she shakes her head."She could change shape a little, but it was more like she could be reborn as herself. She was killed, supposedly murdered, and came back as a version of herself later, to haunt the people who did it. She lived off their fear and stories, and she was more like a sort of curse than an actual person or monster. They were doomed by her and killed themselves or were killed by crazed family members who were driven mad by the loup garou. the last one locked her in his car and drove her into a lake, killing her again the way she'd supposedly died before, or so it seemed."There is an uncomfortable similarity between the girl and yourself, maybe, but nothing really concrete. "Huh. Maybe, but there's some differences...." You recall what Jake said about your file, your age and you chew on one of your fingernails. Which doesn't damage it at all, of course. "Still doesn't get me anywhere. But thanks, Jeanie." She smiles a little and you kiss her cheek, startling her. Blushing she turns over and you lie back down, looking at the ceiling before you drift off. Your alarm clock wakes you. Morning bell wakes you up. Jennifer wakes you up. You sleep through most everything. Shuana wakes you up. A lead pipe wakes you up. Write in:
>>2061047> A lead pipe wakes you up.Interesting
>>2061047> Shuana wakes you up.
>>2061047> Your alarm clock wakes you.
>>2061047> Shuana wakes you up.It doesn't really provide context on when or why we're being woken up, like I'm not sure it's a strictly linear time progession, but I guess I just don't wanna start off the day with assault....but yeah I am very concerned.
>>2061047>Shauna wakes you up.>>2061059Besides the obvious, there're various ways one can be woken up by a piece of plumbing, like gently poked in the ribs or something. Ridiculous, I know.
>>2061047>Crookie wakes you up
>>2061047> Jeanine slipping away through the door wakes you
[X] Shauna wakes you up. Crookie is already there."Hekah?" You wake with a start, the tree's bark rough against your back despite the thick sweater you're wearing. You look up at her in the afternoon sun, smiling down at you worriedly. Crookie mows at you and you run your hand through her soft fur, and she collapses next to you, kneading your thigh and purring immediately."I'm awake." Your smile reassures her and she offers you a half a peanut butter and strawberry jam sandwich, which you take gratefully. Despite that, you set it aside on one of the rocks in the retaining well of the old tree, still half wrapped in the napkin."You weren't in classes today," she mentions casually as she settles down next to you, curling her legs beneath her. "Are you all right?"Rubbing your eyes you recall accosting Maria, who, terrified, revealed what she knew. It wasn't pleasant for anyone involved. "Bad morning." Your records, copied year after year, not just in the computer records, but in the paper records too. Exactly the same, every time. Sebastian's were more ordinary, but the 'visitation' records only started showing up after he died - six months after. The deaths, anywhere from six to eighteen in a year. Less after the first three years. Marie freaked out by your very presence now, terrified you might do something to her, wanting nothing more than to forget this ever happened.If the doctor was right, she'd forget. If not, it's a hell of a practical joke."I'm okay. I think. I'm not worse." Finally you sigh. "I don't fucking know anything anymore."
That makes her smile, rather than upsets her. She shifts her position, and crosses her legs, patting her lap. With a sigh you accept the invitation and lay down, knees up, looking up at her from her lap as she traces your brown, plays carefully with your hair. You're different, you know." You look up at her with the question in your eyes. "When you joked about eating the ghosts, when you were talking about protecting us last night....your eyes changed.""Changed how?" you ask flatly."Turned red. Not like glowing or anything, just....they turned blood red for a moment. It was pretty weird. A little scary, maybe. But you don't frighten me, you know. It was just strange." You rub your eyes and frown. "Are you sure you're okay?""I keep....skipping. Missing moments, missing time." You remember leaving Jake's, but you don't remember quite how. Like you conversation with Marie. You remember you had one, but you don't remember where, or when. You don't remember Jeanine leaving, but you're sure she did. "Something's happening to me."Gentle hands take yours and move them from your face to your breasts and Shauna leans over, giving you a rather nice kind of view. Her upside down smile is warm and gentle. "Not going to forget me and Shaun, I hope." You shake your head mutely, looking into those soft, loving eyes. "Good. I'd track you down and take you home, you know. You can't ever escape me." I wouldn't dare. You're into bondage? I love you too. Write in:
>>2061074> I love you too.
>>2061074> You're into bondage?
>>2061074>[x] I wouldn't dare.>[x] I love you too.
>>2061074> I love you too.>I don't think I could ever forget you and Shaun which hopefully means that I never had anyone in my life like you two before. Maybe... Maybe that means that things will be different now? Huh, so it was a linear progression and if anything I wasn't concerned enough. ...ah well, I can't really think of anything we missed out on and what we got certainly seems valuable. ...still gotta be much more careful from now on.
>>2061074>>2061073Hm. This seems like it might partially put Doctor Rikandra's reaction to us asking if we should trust her into context, though she said that us asking was a sign of us growing up. It... Doesn't seem like she was lying when she said we were a hag, given that Circe seemed to at least partially confirm it, but this weird... Either time loop or memory alteration (like Jake doesn't seem to remember us from when he was an orphan) doesn't seem haggish, but I also don't know why anyone would do this to us.It doesn't seem like it's just like the story Jeanine told us where whenever we die we just respawn at the orphanage, seeing as it seems like we're starting to slip now. Though it could be that we've always had those slips and are just more aware of them. ...I don't know, could it be that we are stuck in a loop of us becoming aware of the vampire, trying to stop him, getting killed, and then just coming back until we got it right? How long does Hekah remember knowing Shaun and Shauna, why has she never noticed the lemures before? I am freaking out
[X] I love you too.[X] Write in: Perhaps things will be different for me this time...."I don't think there's anyone else in the world like you," you confide to her, her smile growing, beaming at you. "I lvoe you. I love Shaun. I don't think I'll ever be able to forget either of you, no matter what happens. You're different, the two of you, and maybe that means something more to me than it means for other people." you can see how your confession makes her heart melt, and she leans down, kissing you, soft and sweet, smelling of lavender and that trace of her brother's cologne that never seems to leave her, tasting of blackberries."Ew, get a room you two." Kit's jibe isn't cruel or crude, just teasing. He sits on the bricks of the retaining wall and watches you finish the kiss, Shauna still beaming. "Damn, she's got it bad, Hekah.""You're just jealous because she's more of a man than you are," you comment mildly, earning you a swat from Shauna and girlish giggles from Kit."Well, maybe! So what's the haps, Heks? Oh, hey Bart!" Kit's blush is terribly cute, while the lanky teen Bartholomew Pryde gives him a sleepy sort of smile. Shaun is right there with him and you sit up slowly, prompting Shauna to run her hands up and down your back, making you want to purr as much as Crookie is purring."Hey Kit. Babe, other babe." Shauna snickers at Bart's casual attitude, while Bethany is skipping her way towards the tree. "Shaun recruited me for some grave robbing.""Yep. Professional eye candy and shovel pusher." Kit is just about squirming in place, while Bart digs into his jacket pocket for some smokes. "Lyrica said she's come but she's busy right now." Shaun grins and catches Bethany as she stumbles to a halt and nearly manages a 10 point face plant into the blacktop. "Whoop, no becoming roadkill, bunny!""Hi! Oh, hey, Bartie!" Bart gives her head rubs, making her squinch her face up cutely. "Gonna come dig up a vampire with us?"Bart blinks, and looks at her blankly. "Uhhh....what?"You smile sweetly at Bart. "Didn't Shaun tell you? We're going to rob a grave." The stunned silence that fills the area makes you look around. "....you all thought I was joking? Silly people." Shaun grins wickedly, and you do your best Shauna's beaming grin imitation.>To Be Continued....
thank you for reading and playing. We continue tomorrow night, hopefully with an equal amount of lack of interruption.
>>2061105Thanks for running! I'm pretty intrigued by whatever is going on with Hekah.So does the records shifting from computer to paper mean that Hekah has been here for decades, before Sebastian or even Jake? Or would we need to have not been in a fugue to be aware of that?
>>2061106Also I'm very concerned Jeanine doesn't seem to be here despite having no other friends.
>>2061106That's what the paper trail seems to indicate, though Hekah doesn't remember that far back. She's not sure what to think of it.
>>2061153Hm that does raise questions, like does Hekah's personality shift wildly over time ,(like maybe she did hunger for children now and then) are her actions kind of undone gradually so long as she's unstuck in time? Has she been sort of living in a bubble the whole time and her actions and social circle reach much less far than they should? Note: I am not actually expecting you to answer any of this.>>2061143...this does concern me, but I'm pretty sure this isn't a situation where the players can just accidentally turn on auto-murder.
>>2061153Also does Hekah have any idea how far back she can remember, or do things get very hazy very fast?Like... She seems to remember back a year or more when she did some kind of sex act with Jake, but... For some reason believed herself to be younger than what her record indicates?
While you can't really copy your girlfriend's beaming smile, your own predatory grin is pretty convincing that you mean what you say. What you have said is that you're going to go rob a grave. Shaun was aware of the plan earlier, while Shauna would have heard from Shaun, and undoubtedly Beth was in the room so they all knew. Kit and Bart didn't know of course, while Lyrica does, but had other stuff to do at this moment. She's on the rooftop, you can feel her relaxing as she smokes and talks with people she at least considers acquaintances.You close your eyes and lean forward while Bethany tells Bart that you're going to drive a stake through the vampire's heart with all the fascinated disgust a tween can manage. Tiffany is off in her friend's room, while her own room is unoccupied. Peter is in the same room, unsurprisingly, undoubtedly scoring off of the girls with the drugs you delivered to Maria. Tim's room is unoccupied and you suspect he's in the infirmary. Oddly, the infirmary is a place you've never managed to feel anything from, marked or not. Even the impressions you have of people you've marked become hazy and uncertain in there. Scott is fine, relatively happy shooting hoops with some of the other boys, and Victoria is in the library immersed in a rather racy book.Jeanine is walking towards your little group, and you glance up at Shauna. "Looks like we have a convert.""Do say that, you make it sound like we're a cult or something," she admonishes you with a smile."Oh, oh, oh, can I be the virgin sacrifice!?" Bethany raises her hand, bouncing on her toes. Jeanine waves shyly to you, and you raise your eyebrows as she approaches with a six pack of Coke. More because of what she is wearing than the obvious peace offering."Uh, Bethy, you kind of need to be a virgin to be a virgin sacrifice," explains Kit, and Jeanine doesn't quite blush."Damnit!" Shaun chuckles at her outburst and rubs her head. She glances at the new arrival and her eyes get huge, prompting you to nudge Shauna into looking at you're lil' rabbit's reaction to Jeanine.
"Well, I suppose I kind of qualify for that according to Hekah," admits Jeanine to the group as a self effacing introduction as she breaks out a coke and offers it to Shaun, then does the same for the rest. You and Shauna both refuse; Shauna because she's watching her weight and you because you would rather not be tasting battery acid for the rest of the day."Jeanine, right?" asks Kit. "Hekah give you the sniffer test already?""Watch it, gay boy, I know where you live." Your threat is so sleepy sounding no one is even slightly phased by it. You watch Bethany wring her hands together; if she had her stuffed rabbit the poor thing would be scattered halfway across the graveyard. You have to admit that Jeanine does look much better in a simple summer blouse and jeans and tennies than she did in the so called 'fashion' the Bratz tried to keep up with on near nothing budgets. Bethany seems to like it a lot, and Shauna is giggling softly into your hair, whispering that you may have been jilted."Sniffer test?" Jeanine asks curiously. "What does virginity smell like?""Peppermint. Really, really strong peppermint." She looks at you dubiously and you shrug mildly. "It's true." Ask her if she feels like helping you and your friends rob a grave. Gently ask about what she's up to, letting her know she doesn't need to bribe anyone here. Tell her what a few other odd things smell like. Write in:
>>2064031> Tell her what a few other odd things smell like.> Ask her if she feels like helping you and your friends rob a grave.Though make it clear that help can come in different ways? which reminds me, someone is gonna have to seduce the orderly on duty for the night, right?Also I do want to make small talk but even if bringing a gift is unneccessary I guess I'm a little worried that it'd be a little embarassing to bring that up right now and I guess I feel that it's not okay to just vote for every prompt for some reason.> Oddly, the infirmary is a place you've never managed to feel anything from, marked or not. Even the impressions you have of people you've marked become hazy and uncertain in there.Well that is an unwelcome, and yet, in retrospect, unsurprising revelation. It's becoming increasingly difficult to make sure we really can maintain the agreement we made with the doctor.
>>2064031>Ask her how she feels about graveyards, and their contents.>Gently work up to the graverobbing, she's new to this.Is Priscilla(?) still in the infirmary as well? The girl we ripped the demon mark from.
>>2064031> Gently ask about what she's up to, letting her know she doesn't need to bribe anyone here.Though can probably tabs around here or cover for Hekah's abscence while doing her thing in the graveyard.
>>2064031> Gently ask about what she's up to, letting her know she doesn't need to bribe anyone here.
>>2064042Hekah could not tell.
[X] Gently ask about what she's up to, letting her know she doesn't need to bribe anyone here.[X] Write in: No need to bring up grave robbery right away; ease into it, and there's plenty of ways to help."Whatcha up to, Jeanie? Not just bribery i hope, though it's appreciated even if it's not necessary." She blushes a little and look down at her Coke."Yeah, it's cool and all, but this here is the freak brigade," Bartholomew quips. "I mean, come on, there's the weird stoner who sees things, a witch, twincest, the more flaming faggot that ever walked the earth, and the cutest little nymphomaniac in the place. Seriously, we'll put with just about anyone who doesn't treat us like crap.""Hey, I'm not a nympho!" protests Beth. "I'm a chronic masturbator. That's totally different!" Bart starts to say something, but Bethany cuts him off. "I'd be a nympho if I could get Hekah to do me!"Kit snorts coke out his nose, which has got to hurt, and Shaun sighs. His sister is giggling into your neck and making you squirm, and you're not exactly not blushing. "Actually, lil' rabbit, you have to sleep with lots of people to actually be a nymphomaniac," you reply mildly."Nuh uh! You just have to have a lot of sex! I read about it in a book after talking with the shrink, because she doesn't know shit." Jeanine, red faced, can't help but laugh about that and Bethany smiles. "It's true, the psychologest is a dumbass.""Psychologist, honey," Shauna mentions and slips away from you to sit on the edge of the retaining wall, patting her lap. Bethany moves over to her and gets picked up and placed on Shauna's lap, so that Shauna can hold her mitten-clad hands and kiss the top of her head. "And I don't think that's why she was laughing.""It was, really; I'd agree with Beth, Doctor Yannick is really bad at his job." Jeanine shakes her head. "He told me that I needed medication, when all I really needed was to get my head out of my ass.""Oh I dunno, it's a nice ass," comments Bart mildly. "Please tell me that Hekah tapped that when you were in her room all night?" Jeanine blushes but Bart's slow wink seems to relieve her of any worry that he's being cruel.
Shauna giggles and Bethany sighs. "....I dunno if I'm jealous of Hekah or I'm jealous of Jeanie now," your lil' rabbit complains."Hey hey hey, no getting me in trouble! It was just sleeping!"Bethy looks up at Jeanine. "Yeah, she does that to me all the time too. Sucks." Now Jeanine and Shauna are giggling, and Kit snickers."When did this turn into a discussion of my sex life? Seriously, people." Bart raises his hand. "Of course it was your fault. Shaun, beat him up for me!"Shaun looks at you flatly. "You're joking right?""Well, yeah. Did you get the shovels?" He nods. "Cool. now we just have to sneak off the grounds before it gets too dark out, get to the graveyard with a bunch of shovels without attracting too much attention, and dig up seven tons of dirt.""Can I come this time?" Bethany asks eagerly. ....well, it's safer that way, so yes. I dunno, lil'rabbit, it might be dangerous. Not a good idea sweetheart; but I bet I could find a good babysitter, right Jeanine? Depends; it's not going to be a lot of fun, you know. Write in:
>>2064088> ....well, it's safer that way, so yes.
>>2064088...huh I honestly have no idea how to gauge what course of action is safest for her. Like will the vampire and the lemures become aware of what we're planning, materialize at the graveyard, and we'll have to fight them off while flipping the coffin? Or is the safest place for her to be actually at our side?
>>2064088> Depends; it's not going to be a lot of fun, you know.
>>2064088>[x] Depends; it's not going to be a lot of fun, you know.
>>2064088> Depends; it's not going to be a lot of fun, you know.> ....well, it's safer that way, so yes.>Though maybe try to show our work in coming to that conclusion and open it up for debate?Like I kind of agree with that assertion but I'm also worried that I'm missing something really important.
Dealing with a schitzophrenic in the middle of the night is not a fun way to spend one's time.
>>2064113I can't even imagine. Sorry you're having an extra-hard time tonight.
[X] Depends; it's not going to be a lot of fun, you know.[x] ....well, it's safer that way, so yes.[X] Write in: Work out your reasoning and see what she thinks maybe?"You know it's not going to be a lot of fun, right?" you ask her and she nods a little. "it's mostly going to be hard work and keeping an eye out, and maybe getting arrested. We'll have to be careful and quiet.""I just want to be with my friends, even if it's not fun. I want to help too." Shauna grins at you and you sigh."Well, it's safer than here is, so I guess. But you have to stay nearby and not wander off." You glance at Jeanine who is looking confused. Which isn't much of a surprise."Wait, you're really going to go to a graveyard and dig up a grave?" Bethany nods seriously at Jeanine, and Burt nods too. Shaun just smiles and finishes his Coke. "Why in the world are you going to do something like that?"You sigh and draw your knees up to your chin and hug your legs while Ginger hops up for her ration of petting while Crookie slinks off silently. Millicent runs up to her and nuzzles, and the two cats abandon you for more interesting places to nap. "I told Bethany it was safer to be in a graveyard at night and risk getting caught and being taken to juvie because it isn't safe here. There's things a lot worse than me or Priscilla wandering around these halls, and it isn't any of the orderlies. At least not anymore." You're not entirely sure that's accurate, but it may as well be. The orderlies might be assholes, perverts and jerks, but they're not particularly dangerous.Bart leans over and hangs on Shaun, "I'm willing to listen to the crazy witch girl, she's helped me out of a couple of situations." You grin at Bart, who isn't as crazy as he seems, since you've seen the things that he's heard. Getting him off the drugs and around people who were not so afraid of him helped. "If she says something bad is happening, I'll believe it.""If it helps get rid of the nightmares, I'll do anything," Kit says with a shudder. Bethany nods as well, her eyes wide. "I'll do almost anything to get rid of them." "Except sleep with a girl," teases Shauna in a gentle tone of voice, making Kit grin.
"Well, yeah, there's that," he admits, kind of ruefully. "Sounded cooler before you brought that up!""You can't be as cool as Hekah," states Bethany matter of factly.Kit starts to say something but he catches Shaun's faint head shake. "Yeah, I guess not," he says with a grin.Strokign the mama cat, you look at Jeanine calmly. "You don't have to believe me or help, just know that I wouldn't ask anyone something like this if it wasn't important." She bites her lip, and you add calmly, "You saw Priscilla....this is worse than her."Jeanine nods, and glances at you. "How could I help?" You don't have to, it'll be fine. We need someone to make sure Judith doesn't cause any trouble tonight, though it should be easy. Just open the back door later tonight and leave it jammed open. That will be more than enough. Do you really want to help or are you trying to fit in? Write in:
>>2064116> We need someone to make sure Judith doesn't cause any trouble tonight, though it should be easy.If it's just Judith having to continually check up on Timothy's condition, then yeah, Jeanine doesn't exactly have to exert extra effort.> Just open the back door later tonight and leave it jammed open. That will be more than enough.
This will have to be the last vote for the evening, due to circumstances beyond my control.
>>2064116> We need someone to make sure Judith doesn't cause any trouble tonight, though it should be easy.
>>2064116> Just open the back door later tonight and leave it jammed open. That will be more than enough.But if she actually has any good ideas for> We need someone to make sure Judith doesn't cause any trouble tonight, though it should be easy.Then we won't turn her down but advise her to be careful. Judith is the most difficult orderly due to her lack of vices and we can't count on her being drugged again tonight. ...Should we tell them she was drugged last night or does that tie more into our personal mystery that we're keeping under wraps for now?
>>2064120Thank you for making time to post what you did
>>2064116> We need someone to make sure Judith doesn't cause any trouble tonight, though it should be easy.>>2064120Don't worry about it. Thanks for running.
[X] We need someone to make sure Judith doesn't cause any trouble tonight, though it should be easy.[x] Just open the back door later tonight and leave it jammed open. That will be more than enough."All we really need is to have someone remain here and make sure we can get back in. Getting out won't be to terribly hard, I think. Judith is supposed to work the front desk again, so the usual distractions won't work-" Bethany looks confused and Shauna whispers in her ear. "-so All you'll really need to do is wait. she'll probably fall asleep again, because someone keeps drugging her coffee.""....is that why Thomas and Jake showed up instead of her?" asks Shauna."No, she was off that day. But yeah, someone drugged her coffee last night, and Larry and Jennifer were screwing around. If you can just jam the side door lock or something or let us in, that should be all we need." you can easily break in of course, but why bother when you have help. "Just watch out for the Bratz, they'll probably have it out for you. You can sleep in my bed tonight, I'm probably....uh oh." You take a deep breath, recognizing the look on Suzette's face as she walks towards you group.Jeanine looks confused, but the rest of your friends know this drill. You gently dislodge Ginger and stand up, brushing yourself off. "You still have some Coke left Shaun?""No problem, it's yours." He sets it on the retaining wall, and everyone gives you some space as Suzette nervously comes closer."Hey, Suzie," you say, a little on edge. She blushes, and you take a deep breath. "Okay. Come here." She walks slowly towards you, and you close your eyes, breathing deeply through your nose. You close your eyes, and steel yourself, as she walks up to you hesitantly. you lean close and lay a hand on her belly through her blouse, and she nervously tucks her remaining hand behind her back. You take a slow deep breath, then smell her.
>>2064131Nothing happens, and you relax. looking up at her you smile. "False alarm. Just wait a couple of days, you'll be fine. You can ask the doctor if you need to, but you're fine." She breathes a huge sigh of relief and leans over to kiss your cheek. you let her and she walks off, a little more spring in her step.Bart and Jeanine look a little confused, and Shaun smiles wryly as you take a few sips of the Coke, coughing hard as the bubbles tickle and the taste burns its way down. "Hekah has a peculiar reaction to the way pregnant women smell.""Oh please, please don't make me throw up Shaun!" you complain plaintively. Shauna rests her cheek on Bethany's head while Bethany looks at you sympathetically."Apparently they have a very, very unpleasant smell," Shaun adds."Yeah, the last time she had dry heaves for an hour," Kit adds as you start draining the Coke to cover up even the memory of the smell."Hekah, what's gonna happen when Shaun gets Shauna pregnant?" asks Bethany, honestly concerned.This time you spray Coke everywhere, while kit and Bat laugh their heads off and Jeanine turns beet red, while Shauna covers up Bethany's mouth with one gentle hand still resting her cheek atop the sweet, all too blunt girl's head, much to the girl's confusion. Shaun just shakes his head, wondering what he ever did to deserve this.>To Be Continued....
Thank you for reading and playing. sort for the abrupt ending and delays - one of the side effects of all the sanitariums being closed forever is schizophrenics wandering around without care medicine, or homes. No one to take care of them leaves hotel and gas station attendants to deal with them all too often. It's a sad state of affairs.
>>2064134Thanks for running XS
>>2064134Thanks for running nonetheless.
>>2064133Thanks for running. Is Hekah's third and greatest weakness... Babies?
>>2064134Thank you for running and helping those who need help.
>>2064284Close.It's something that she is very unlikely to encounter in Edgewood Home for Troubled Children, and is a strange counterpoint to why and what she is.
>>2064308My little sister developed schitzophrenia when she wass in her late thirties. It's a tragic and terrible thing to see someone suffer through, especially when they're vaguely aware that something is terribly, terribly wring, but can't actually see what it is because of the things they are told and things they see and experience being part of that wrongness.It's even worse when it's a young veteran, barely 35. There's just so little that can be done in the middle of the night. Some coffee, a pack of cigarettes, and the knowledge not everyone sees him and a threatening crazy person does wonders.
>>2064781A mother's love for her child? Probably not ... On the upside, it seems like it's something that would be very difficult for someone for someone to use against her. On the downside, I'm no longer sure if the exposition we received was bogus or not, which is pretty good storytelling but not great to deal with.>>2064795While I'm sorry you had to deal with that on what you wanted to be a slow night, at the same time I'm kind of glad that man ran into you because I'm not sure how many people would treat him not just with kindness, but also dignity.
>>2064134When you first started this quest I thought it was weird and edgy and that I wouldnt like it.Well it is weird and a bit edgy, but I LIKE IT!I crave more! How long until the next thread! Or this one continues!Also who bets Hekah has been at this place longer than Sister Christine and just keeps getting reset every time she goes after the vampire due to massive drain from the diseases.
>>2074894Tonight, midnight, PST. New thread. Glad you are enjoying it.