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>>5340923
Welcome to BONES QUEST--yea, we can’t believe this lasted this long either! Make sure to check out the following resources:

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>https://lws.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Bones%20Quest

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>https://pastebin.com/u/DemBonez3/1/TvtRhtJK

Rolls are handled by a 1d100--I take the BEST OF THREE ROLLS! Certain boosts and maluses will be applied based on the situation and existing skills. Describing your actions, write-ins, FANART and GENERAL CREATIVITY are all APPRECIATED AND REWARDED--we like to keep things LIGHT and CHILL here, so come on in and have some fun!

>CONTD.

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>>5340924
“STAN! HEY!”
“Where’s she going?”
“Oh godDAMN it…”
https://youtu.be/HEf9x7-NYrk
NO TIME! GET TO THE VAN! Ignoring your friend’s shouts, you scamper towards where you think you left the van with your RADIO pressed firmly against your cheek! Pressing the ‘SEND’ button down, you respond to Stripes with a frantic ‘WHAAAAT DIIIID YOUUUU SAAAAAAY???!?’

“Is dat’ Stripes?” Ly asks as you vault over a line of barrels. “Hey, tell him I say hi, cupcake.”

NO!

“Yea, it’s an EMERGENCY!” Repeats the skelegreaser’s voice through the radio’s speaker! “The party, sis! It’s da’ party!”

Darting around the corner of a shipping container, you manage to skid to a halt just before running off the docks and into the dark, choppy sea water below! Would it kill the assholes running this place to put up a guardrail or something!?

Frantically scanning the night-shrouded port for any sign of your wheels, your eyes come up empty–it’s too dark! Where the hell did those idiots park!?

“A party? I’ve never been to one of those!” Chirps NATS, your body’s newest demonic tenant. “Shouldn’t we be wearing something, err… flashier?”

“Stan uh… Stan don’t do ‘flashy’.” Replies your obnoxious skeleton’s disembodied voice.

Spotting a line of skiffs and dinghies moored in a line below, you think you can make out the outline of your van just across the way! If you could just hop across here, well…

ROLL ME 1d100+10 (BUNNY SUIT+5, DEMON STRENGTH+5, BONE SPEED+5, EMU LEGS+5, CHOPPY WATERS-10) TO NINJA ACROSS WITHOUT LOOKING LIKE A FRIGGIN’ IDIOT! I’LL TAKE THE BEST OF 3 ROLLS!

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>5340932

Let's try to stick that landing again.

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>5340932

Time to roll!!!

Rolled 55 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5340932

>>5340936
>>5340949
>>5340971
>HIGHEST ROLL: 83!

Writing!

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No time to think here, you reason as you leap off the edge towards the nearest skiff! Though you land like a cat in the boat, your sudden appearance causes the whole thing to bob and drift against its moorings–almost as if it’s TRYING to shake you off! The nerve!

“STAN, WAIT, DAMN IT!”

By the time you hear Art’s plaintive cries, you’re already halfway across your ad hoc bridge! Skipping from skiff to skiff like they were stepping stones, you’re nearly shaken off a few times, but you hold it together! Hopping back onto the docks with one last leap, your rubber boots land on the pavement with a muffled ‘squeak’ as you shout for Art to shut the hell up and get everyone to the van! You’re on a MISSION!

“YEA, BU-”

Man, one of these days these dingbats are gonna have to learn to listen, you snarl! Sprinting towards where you last saw the outline of the van, you take the opportunity to ask Stripes just what the hell kind of emergency he’s talking about! If they’re all out of booze already-

“Nah, the booze is fine!” He replies with relief in his slightly-staticy voice, “But the party… the party’s already STARTED!”

Turning the corner and faceplanting against the derelict ice cream truck you mistook for your VAN, you shrug off the dull ’TONG!’ of the impact and take a moment to send an incredulous look into the radio’s speaker.

HUH!?

“And… and you’re not HERE!” Stripes concludes before bursting into raucous and EXTREMELY ANNOYING laughter! Sliding down the side of the truck into a sitting position, you try and fail to blink away your growing irritation as you sputter a response:

Is… is he retarded?

“Hey, it’s a real emergency, alright?” Stripes wheezes over the sound of fellow skeletons hooting and laughing behind him! “You went through all that trouble puttin' this whole bash together–just wouldn’t be right if ya’ didn’t make it!”

As you barely resist the urge to huck the radio into the sea, you tell your old pal through clenched teeth that you were BUSY!

“... wait, you mean… it’s done?” He asks with genuine surprise in his voice. “No kiddin’, sis?”

No kiddin’, you nod as you spot Sybil, Art, and Gus rushing over to where you’re sitting–the former blinking in and out of existence, the later practically carrying Art over his shoulder.

“... Yea, now you REALLY gotta come over!” Stripes adds in an awestruck tone. “Can’t talk about it over the uh… the line, dig?”

He’s the idiot who called you, you snap! You don’t need a lecture on privacy here!

“Didja’ tell him I said ‘hi’ yet?”

NO, Ly, you DIDN’T!

“Is dat’ Ly? Hey, tell him I said ‘hi!’”

“Can you tell him I said ‘hi’ too?”

NO!

“... so you DON’T mind, or-”

SHH!

>CONTD.

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>>5341061
“Alright, sis, I’m sorry, okay?” Stripes continues as your three friends skid around the corner of a nearby shipping container ready for a scrap! “I just… we’re all really excited for dis shindig, is all.”

Yea, you can tell, you mutter, waving off Art’s questioning glance. So they’re good, then? No sudden attacks? No overpowering craving to kill humans?

“Nope… aaaaand nope!” Stripes replies in his perpetually-chipper tone! “Got da’ tunes all set up an’ more fun than ya’ can shake a stick at! All da’ guys pitched in settin’ up–place looks like a boneafide fairground right now!”

“Hate to interrupt the chat,” Sybil says, deftly interrupting the chat, “But why exactly are we running off to an ice cream truck?”

It’s a long story.

“They got any ice cream sandwiches in there?” Gus asks as he raises a bushy eyebrow at the abandoned vehicle. Responding with a shrug, you continue your conversation with Stripes as Gus begins rummaging around in the back of the truck. So, you huff, did he really just call to see when you’re coming?

“... well yea...” The skeleton mutters sheepishly. “I know it sounds stupid, but dis’ thing means a lot to us guys… an’ if what you said is true, it won’t be long before it all, well, ends, dig?”

Yep, you nod, idly drumming your fingers on the radio. You dig.

“Well look, we’re gonna be goin’ for da’ rest of the night!” Stripes continues with renewed enthusiasm in his voice! “An’ if I’M not enough of a reason for ya’, you’ve got a couple other cats who wanted ta’ see you too.”

Yea? You ask, raising an eyebrow. Who?

“Well…” Replies the voice in the radio…

>CONTD.

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>>5341064
“There’s WYATT T, course.” The skeleton explains with a knowing chuckle. “That big lug’s been achin’ ta’ see you for a while now… there’s those PIRATES ya picked up–includin’ those two brothers that keep tryin’ ta’ kill each other…”

ANDRE, you nod. You’re surprised that guy’s still alive, to be honest!

“Not fer’ lack of tryin’. Lessee, we’ve got the SOLDIER BOYS, those guys have been real helpful, oh, an’ a whole bunch of folks from JOPLIN! Guess some of ‘em were tired of playin’ cowboy in the desert.”

That must mean GRAMPS too!

“Yep. Cat’s a mean ole’ hound dog, sis. Oh, an’ CLIFF! He’s been really keen on chattin’ with ya.”

Yeah, well get in line, you snap! You’ve got a lot of stuff on your plate, okay?

“Don’t I know it. Well look, kid, HAULIE PAULIE’S been talkin’ too a-”

Holy shit, HAULIE-PAULIE’S gonna be there?!

“THE HAULIE PAULIE?” Sybil hisses as an excited grin forms on her pale face!

“Really?!” Art adds with childlike delight!

“No way…” Gus mutters mid-rummage from within the ice cream truck.

“Yep–he’s practically runnin’ the show!” Stripes boasts. “Still got stuff on your plate?”

“There IS dat GALA bein’ put on by that creep CURT an’ his magic pals…” Ly remarks as you contemplate your response, “But dat’ crap started ages ago–probably windin’ down by now.”

What say ye?
>HOLD TIGHT, STRIPES–WE’RE ON THE WAY!
>WAIT A SEC: YOU’VE GOT SOME QUESTIONS FIRST!
>CAN’T PROMISE YOU’LL MAKE IT–STILL GOT SOME STUFF TO DO!
>WRITE-IN!

>>5341068
>HOLD TIGHT, STRIPES–WE’RE ON THE WAY!

Still we should give Blumkrantz a status report at some point

>>5341068
>HOLD TIGHT, STRIPES–WE’RE ON THE WAY!

We should make Art report to Blumencratz, make him earn that second in command spot.

>>5341068
>>HOLD TIGHT, STRIPES–WE’RE ON THE WAY!

>>5341080
>>5341125
>>5341138
>HOLD TIGHT!

Writing!

>>5341125
I like the way this guy thinks.

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He had you at HAULIE PAULIE. Giving your radio a nod, you quickly follow up with a ‘we’re on the way, buddy!’ when it dawns on you that he probably can’t see what you’re doing.

“Now that’s the best news I’ve heard all night, kid!” Stripes cheers as a few other voices join him in the background! “And uh, don’t worry about the BIG CHEESE– Cliff reached out to him earlier and set up a chat. Should be over an’ done by the time you guys show up.”

Hold on, you snarl, does that mean TIM’S gonna be there!?

“Nah, sis, he tunes in with that magic of his, dig? It’s all been handled!” Stripes explains, clearly not bothered by it. “Trust me on this one: Cliff’s got it all figured out!”

Fine, you reply with your classic eye roll, just… just keep us in the loop, kay?

“You betcha, sis!” Stripes replies confidently. “Gotta run–think some of the guys wanna ride the HELICOPTER an’ guess who finally got his pilot’s license? Did uh… did I mention one of those soldier guys was teachin’ me?”

Oh shit, you forgot about that! Yea, you nod, all prior wariness fading away almost instantly, is he gonna give you a ride or what?!

“Only if ya’ get over here soon, sis!” He replies with a laugh! “Seats are goin’ fast…”

Oh ho ho, you reply, then save a nice one, cuz’ you’re already on the way! Concluding with a curt ‘OVER AND OUT,’ you immediately toss the device into Art’s unsuspecting chest! Think fast, nerd!

“ACK!” He sputters as his reflexes kick in just in time to clumsily grab the radio, “What’s uh… what’s going on, Stan?”

What’s going on, you reply as you rise from your seat, is that you’ve got a date with a HELICOPTER! Oh, and the party. We’re heading there now, by the way.

“Is that why you ran off?” Sybil asks as Gus emerges from the truck with a handful of what appears to be candy bars.

Yep, you nod, taking a bar wordlessly offered to you by Gus’ outstretched hand, but apparently they moved the damn van! That or those stupid SKELANIMALS moved it-

“The van wasn’t moved, you dork,” Art huffs impatiently, “You ran off in the completely wrong direction.”

You respond with a blink. Uhhh, so sure of that, is he?

“So sure I am, yes.” The Rent-A-Cop frowns before pointing his finger back where you came from. “Mitzi and Talbot picked us all up near where you parked the van–right down that way.”

“Bike’s over there too.” Gus adds.

What the hell, you scoff, did everyone know and just forget to tell you or something?

“No, you just ran off like an escaped animal.” Art sighs.

Well would it kill them to catch you!?

“Probably, yea. You know how you get.”

“He’s got a point, cupcake.”

Yea, well…

>CONTD.

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>>5341305
“Ya’ get all that energy out, boss?”

Ignoring Mitzi’s snarky remark, you return to where you docked the yacht you uh… ‘borrowed’ to find the rest of your team milling about like a bunch of lost tourists. Before you can say anything, you feel four sharp claws climb their way up your calf and back before a small, black hand snatches the candy bar out from your grasp! Swiping at the treat, your hand goes long as LIL’ STANLEY, your ‘pet’ in name only, leaps from your shoulders and scampers into the shadows with her fat ringed tail flitting behind her!

“She’s happy to be back on land, huh?” Eddie remarks as he, Tucker, and Kiki approach with Denise lingering close behind. “What’s up, Stan?”

What’s up, you reply as Gus hands you a replacement candy bar, is that you’ve lingered here long enough–and after much consideration, you continue, you believe the team deserves a reward!

“Cash?!” Guesses Talbot!
“The night off?!” Tries Tucker!
“Monogrammed leather jackets?” Shrugs Mitz!
“T-t-talking pr-privileges?” Squeaks Denise!

No, sorta, you’ll think about it, and what the hell, you finish with a confused look on your face, you never told her she couldn’t talk!

“O-oh… m-must have r-read th-the room wrong! A-again! hheheh…” Mutters the perpetually-sweaty scientist. Wait a sec–you can revoke her talking privileges!

“So what’s the reward, huh?” Eddie asks as he practically bounces off the ground with excitement! “Tell us!”

You’re getting there, dick! As they might already know, you explain, Cliff and the rest of the Greaser Skeletons have been putting together a shindig up at their base–turns out it’s happening tonight and everyone’s invited!

“E-everyone?” Asks your new skeleton mage pal Teevor as he and his associate Rohdi exchange confused looks. Oh right, they’re still here! Yea, you nod, they’re gonna love it!

“What about TIM?” Tucker asks, causing a shroud of worry to fall over the crowd. “Isn’t this going to paint a big red target for him?”

It would, you shrug, but your pal Stripes assured you that Cliff’s got it under control. And yes, you add, you trust that guy!

“Well between that and those animals running wild we’re probably covered, yea?” Mitzi asks in that perpetually-chill voice of hers! “I say it’s about damn time we took a break.”

“Especially considering what comes next…” Sybil remarks in a wary tone. “We’ll need all our strength for tomorrow.”

Yea, you and the others nod.

“... that means limiting alcohol consumption too, Stan.”

The hell’s she telling you for!?

>CONTD.

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>>5341306
“So lemme get this straight:” Eddie begins as you and the rest of the crew set off in the apparent direction of the van and the rest of the vehicles, “They’ve got a helicopter??”

That’s right, bitch, you say with a wink, and guess who’s got dibs on the first ride?

“I’ll be stickin’ near the dance floor, thank you very much.” Mitzi adds with a grin. “If I’m gonna go I’d rather it be from exhaustion, not some drunk bastard crashing a helicopter into the hills.”

“There’s gonna be food, right?” Talbot asks with a conflicted look on his dumb face. “Not tryin’ to be, like, ‘Deadist’ or whatever, but do we need to pick up snacks, or-”

If he’s being anything, you scoff, it’s dumb! It’s a party–why wouldn’t they have food!?

“Well they’ll certainly have drinks.” Sybil sighs as you feel Talbot’s elephantine foot flat-tire your heel! Hissing in anger, you swipe at the big oaf until Gus steps in between.

“Those guys know a lot about cars. Maybe they can look at the van.” He muses to himself in his perpetually-stoic voice.

“Yea, it sounds like a dream and all, guys,” Art begins as Denise chats excitedly with Teevor and Rodhi near the back of the procession, “But before we get sauced shouldn’t we tell the folks at GOOD BOY about our progress and all?”

Why didn’t you think of that, you muse with mock wonder in your voice! Oh wait, you did--that’s why you gave him the damn radio!

“Oh uh…” The Rent-A-Cop mutters as he fiddles with the device in his hands, “You uh… you want me to do it?”

Yes, VICE OFFICER, you want HIM to do it! And he can tell it to your old pal BLUMENKRANTZ, thanks very much!

“B-B-Blumenkrantz?” Art stammers as a flash of lightning overhead heralds the rumble of thunder, “I um, look, Stan-”

Thanks, VICE OFFICER, you chirp as you and Kiki exchange a knowing wink, you’re a doll! Before Art can whine about it anymore, you and the rest of the gang arrive at your parking spot where you find THE VAN, THAT JEEP, GUS’ BIKE W/SIDECAR, AND SOME SHITTY UNIVERSITY VEHICLE sit ready to be driven! LIL’ STANLEY’S glowing eyes peer out at your entourage from underneath the van. Heaven forbid you forget her...

“So these are those ‘autom mobiles’ you primitives created…” Teevor remarks as the gang prepares to leave. “Fascinating.”

“You said it, man!” Eddie grins as he throws open the back of the van to salute the cardboard cutout of RIP KORD. “I’m drivin’ this one, guys… since Art’s gonna be busy with a call, and all…”

“Damn it.” The Rent-A-Cop hisses angrily, “I’ll get you good for this, Stan. Mark my words.”

He’ll have to wait til’ after the call then, you giggle! Now everyone saddle up!

>CONTD.

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>>5341309
“Before we go,” Tucker interrupts, “Are we taking all of these cars?”

Yea, you shrug, finders keepers!

“Might wanna suss out a route, too.” Eddie ponders aloud, earning an emphatic nod from Kiki. “Roads still might be dangerous.”

“I’ll be on the bike.” Gus grunts, jabbing a thumb towards his trusty steed.

“E-erm, K-Kiki a-and I will take this vehicle…” Denise squeaks, pointing a shaky finger at the UNIVERSITY CAR. “Y-you tw-two are more th-than welcome to j-join…”

“Very well,” Teevor nods, prompting Rodhi to do the same, “It’s been some time since I’ve seen the surface…”

“I’ll take the van with Ed.” Tucker adds as he pats his roommate on the shoulder. “Someone’s gotta keep an eye on the guy.”

“Eh, me too.” Talbot grunts as he hops into the back of the van. “Gotta get that leg room, y’know?”

“Guess that leaves me with the JEEP.” Mitzi remarks before glancing at Syb and a very apprehensive Art. “You guys comin’ with?”

“Certainly.” Sybil says with a beaming smile! “It’ll be nice to feel the wind in my hair!”

“Yea, yea…” Art grumbles.

QUESTION #1: WHICH VEHICLE WILL YOU TAKE?
>VAN (EDDIE, TUCKER, TALBOT)
>UNIVERSITY CAR (KIKI, TEEVOR, DENISE, RODHI)
>JEEP (SYB, ART, MITZ)
>BIKE (GUS)

QUESTION #2: WHAT ROUTE WILL YOU TAKE TO THE DRIVE-IN?
>DIRECT! FAST, BUT POSSIBLY THE MOST DANGEROUS!
>MIDWAY! NOT DIRECT, BUT A LITTLE SAFER!
>STEALTHY! MEANDERING AND LONG, BUT LESS CHANCE OF SHIT HAPPENING!
>WRITE-IN!

>>5341310
>>VAN (EDDIE, TUCKER, TALBOT)
>MIDWAY! NOT DIRECT, BUT A LITTLE SAFER!

>BIKE (GUS)

Should be a nice quiet ride.

>MIDWAY! NOT DIRECT, BUT A LITTLE SAFER!

Trouble Lite. Just as refreshing, less injuries.

>>5341349
Sure, this.

THE TALLY:

>>5341337
>VAN
>MIDWAY!

>>5341349
>>5341360
>BIKE!
>MIDWAY!

Looks like the MIDWAY route wins along with riding with Gus! Writing!

You make your choice known by vaulting over the side of Gus’, well, sidecar and plopping the goggled helmet sitting inside onto your head. It looks pretty silly with your cap and shades on, though, so you quickly decide to remove the headgear and chuck it back where you found it. Rapping your knuckles against the side, you inform the gang that you wanna take the middle route–the one that ain’t too direct, but not too slow either!

“Sure, I know a way.” Gus grunts with the faintest of glints in his perpetually-tired eyes. “No helmet?”

Nah, you scoff, those are for dorks! Stretching out a bit in what little room you have, your irritation grows when you realize no one’s moving. What’s the damn holdup?

“Just uh,” Eddie mutters as people slowly get their collective rear in gear, “Stay close, alright everyone? It ain’t a race.”

“It could be.” Mitzi retorts with a competitive glint in her eye.

“No it COULDN’T.” Art declares in a stern tone. “We’re on our way to what will probably be the last bit of rest we’ll get before the final showdown–call me a party pooper, but I don’t want anyone dying in a wreck on the way over.”

You, Talbot, Mitz, Gus all respond with a synchronized ‘Party Pooper.’ which does little to improve your VICE OFFICER’S mood. Doesn’t he have a call to make, or-

“Augh, fine! Kuso...” Grumbling as he climbs into the back of the jeep, Art’s actions set a chain reaction in motion prompting the rest to get moving! Taking his spot on the bike next to you, Gus gives you a warm glance as his baby purrs to life! With a quick thumbs up to your pals, you and Gus are the first two out of the starting gate!

ROLL ME 1d100 FOR NO REASON IN PARTICULAR! I’LL TAKE THE BEST OF 3 ROLLS!

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>5341486

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>5341486

C'mon dice, I think we can kill Art one more time before we fight Tim.

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>5341486

>>5341491
>>5341516
>>5341540
>HIGHEST ROLL: 66!

Writing the last update of the night since I've got plans in a little bit! Should have more SUNDAY AROUND 11-12PM PST!

>>5341516
It'll happen if you believe, anon!

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Leaving the port in the dust behind you, you lean back in the sidecar and take a long, thoughtful whiff of the cool, smoky night air as it rushes through your hair.

Though the houses and businesses along the coast still smolder with embers, you can’t help but find the drive peaceful, in a way–the kind that clears your mind of worries and unease.

“Been a while.”

Blinking behind your sunglasses, Gus’ remark takes you out of your silent reverie. Say wha?

“Since we rode together.” He adds in a stunning amount of expressiveness from the normally silent giant. “Been a while.”

It has, hasn’t it, you muse, barely realizing it yourself. How long has it been since he’s driven you somewhere?

“A while, dat’s fer’ sure.” Ly answers with a shrug in his voice. “As I recall you kids didn’t make a habit of doin’ much ‘side from playin’ video games an’ eatin’ pizza.”

He’s not wrong. Last time you went anywhere with Gus had to have been when you met his family that one time at the pizza place–that or TRUCK-A-PALOOZA about a year ago. MAN, that was rad!

“Yep.” Gus nods, clearly listening in on your internal monologue as usual. “Can’t go wrong with monster trucks.” Amen to that, brother. Amen to that.

“Wanna go after this is over?” Continues the delivery guy as you head inland towards the town proper. Yea, you grin, you’d be down for that!

“Cool.”

Heading deeper into town, the lapping waves are replaced by the sound of distant gunfire and squealing tires–whether they belong to friends or foes is beyond you, but you figure at this point you can handle a jerk or two. Zooming past a burning GOODBOY NPC and a truck spray painted with some kind of winged snake, you can’t help but frown–how the hell is this place supposed to recover after all this?

“It’ll happen.” Gus replies with a surprisingly reassuring grunt. “Eventually.”

For some reason you feel a faint grin form on your face. Sometimes Gus just gets it, y’know?

As you idly drum your fingers on the side of your ride, you wonder if you should be saying anything to anyone. Watching the redwood trees north of town send plumes of smoke rivaling the ones emanating from the buildings around you into the sky, it dawns on you that you might be driving for a while given the DRIVE-IN’ just outside of town. You kinda forgot what it’s like to not be attacked every three or four posts!

What do?

>TALK TO LY!
>CHATS WITH NATS!
>TRY TO COMMUNICATE WITH GUS!
>JUST KEEP AN EYE OUT UNTIL YOU ARRIVE!
>WRITE-IN!

>>5341591
>>TRY TO COMMUNICATE WITH GUS!
>>JUST KEEP AN EYE OUT UNTIL YOU ARRIVE!

We can multitask

>>5341591
>CHATS WITH NATS!
>CHAT WITH LY!

She uh...settling in? No roommate drama or anything? Brain behaving? Immune system not getting uppity? They're not talking about her when she's distracted are they?

>>5341591
>TRY TO COMMUNICATE WITH GUS!
Ask him what he would do if he were a traitor. Not that there’s one nearby, or anything!

>>5341591
>TRY TO COMMUNICATE WITH GUS!

THE TALLY:

>>5341596
>>5341612
>>5341647
>>5341956
>TALK TO GUS: 3!
>CHAT WITH NATS AND LY: 1
>KEEP YER EYES PEELED: 1

Writing!

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As you pass the burning remains of your hometown in your wacky convoy, you get the urge to check in with Gus a little bit, not that you and him ever really talk much. That’s not to say you guys are distant, or anything, it’s just how stuff is, y’know?

“You’re happier.”

Naturally the big guy beats you to the punch. Speaking of punch, his remark takes you somewhat off-guard–sending a bewildered glance his way, you ask him to repeat himself–you must have gotten something CRAY-CRAY in your ear!

In typical Gus fashion, your driver responds with a noncommittal shrug. “Are you not?”

Great, dude, very informative. Rolling your eyes at a burning post office, you counter his shrug with your own–yea, Gus, you mutter in a voice dripping with sarcasm, you’re having the time of your life dodging death every minute of the day! Art was probably jumping for joy when you left him bleeding in a friggin’ ditch and you’re sure Mitzi and the other folks who lost their friends and family are just peachy too! Woo-frickin’-hoo!

Was that too subtle?

“Nah, I think ya’ nailed dat’ perfect balance, kiddo.”

Cool.

Gus’ perpetually-stoic face droops a centimeter at your sudden tongue-lashing. “Sorry.”

Happy, you scoff. Like a rat in a friggin’ maze, maybe! Leaning back in your seat as it rattles along the bumpy road, you can’t help but stare at the delivery guy’s statue-like face. What the hell is he talking about, anyways, you ask as you angrily cross your arms!

“You’re different, is all.” He replies, earning another exasperated sigh from you. Now you remember why you never talk to the guy–getting anything out of him is like carving a marble sculpture with a toothbrush. Blind. Different how, exactly?

Staring at you out of the corner of his beady little eyes, Gus takes a short breath as he takes you both around the skeleton of an old school bus left to rot in the middle of the road.

“Remember the first time we hung out?”

You respond with a blink. Barely. It was at the apartment, right? He nods with a faint, almost nostalgic grin.

“I’d just come back from work with a MEAT YOUR MAKER DELUXE and your door was open. Not like, wide, or whatever, but kinda.”

Now that rings a bell. Gus was always bringing home pizza after his shifts–perks of his family running the place, you suppose.

“So I peeked inside, right? And there you are just… collapsed.”

That rings stuff too. Those first few shifts at GOOD BOY were brutal!

“Da’ golden days, huh, cupcake?”

“Anyways, you weren’t dead or nothin’, so I gave you a few slices and that was it.”

It was heaven, you grin, feeling a faint taste of pizza on your tastebuds. Last damn day you forgot to pack a snack before work, that’s for damn sure!

“Yea, vodka mini-bottles don’t count as a snack, kiddo.”

Whatever, DAD!

>CONTD.

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>>5342790
Okay, you huff, so you had a bad day or two–still a whole lot better than, y’know, being hunted. By SKELETONS!

“Dunno, Stan… you were pretty bad.” Gus counters as you roll over the cracked pavement. “An’ that wasn’t even the worst part.”

What’s he smoking, anyways, you snap, jabbing your finger in his cheek? Is he saying your pizza and game nights were lame!? IS HE!?

“Nah, man, those were cool.” Replies the driver, cheek still poked. “But whenever we hung out you always seemed… I dunno…”

DAZZLING?

“... defeated, I guess?”

Your finger falls from the delivery guy’s cheek. What… what the hell’s that supposed to mean, huh? Has he been reading the last few threads? You only got defeated once, kinda, but you made it back! This writer’s a pussy!

“Whenever we hung out you were, like… resigned, y’know? Like you were always bitching about your job, but it was like you were never gonna leave.”

Uhhh, Earth to Gus: that’s NORMAL! People bitch about work all the time–it’s the American way! Your driver meets your explanation with one of his classic long, deep stares–the type that always makes you get all introspective.

You… you weren’t that bad, right?

“Yea, stuff sucks right now and all,” Gus continues as he turns his attention back to the road, “But you’ve changed, Stan. Maybe it’s the people, but I’ve never seen you smile this much, like… ever.”

Yea, well, you stammer, retreating deeper into the sidecar, you smile a lot, okay? You don’t need people keeping tabs on it!

“Whatever happens, I hope you stay happy, Stan. Really.”

And just like that the conversation ends as quickly as it began. Staring at the ruined city passing by, you can’t help but frown. Stupid Gus. Stupid observations. You’ll be miserable when you feel like it, damn it.

“Are you alright, Stanley?” Asks Nats in a genuinely concerned tone. Stupid demon with your stupid positive qualities…

Looks like you’ve got some more time before you arrive. Anything else you wanna address on what was supposed to be a calm drive?

>TELL GUS HE’S WRONG, DAMN IT! HE DOESN’T GET YOU!
>ASK GUS HOW HIS FAMILY’S HOLDING UP!
>INQUIRE ABOUT TRAITORS–SINCE HE’S SO OBSERVANT AND ALL!
>CHAT WITH LY–YOU DON’T NEED ANYMORE INTROSPECTION, THANKS!
>HIT UP NATS–BET SHE’S HAVING A BLAST SO FAR, HUH?
>WRITE-IN!

>>5342794
>HIT UP NATS–BET SHE’S HAVING A BLAST SO FAR, HUH?
I love how the literal demon is a better person than we typically are.

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>>5342794
>>HIT UP NATS–BET SHE’S HAVING A BLAST SO FAR, HUH?

Seems like a better usage of our time since I doubt Gus is the traitor. For all we know, Art will be made the traitor for shits-and-giggles so we can kill him all over again.

>>5342872
I keked.

My theory is that Blumencratz and Christie are co-traitors, seeking to take down GBDB and the rest of Tim's cult. GBDB company mind controlled Stan into attacking Christie to try and cow Blumencratz into submission, but instead drew her into the conspiracy.

GBDB has been farming Stan's wild magic, that's why she felt defeated after work.

>>5342794
>HIT UP NATS–BET SHE’S HAVING A BLAST SO FAR, HUH?

>>5342892

Yeah at this point I'm suspecting Mitzi being the traitor is a big, fat red herring. We'll all be convinced Mitzi's the traitor and then get uber-fugged by our wonderful corporate overlords.

>>5342872
>>5342882
>>5342895
>COMMUNICATE WITH DEMONS!

Writing! Sorry, had a few errands.

>>5342882
Implying Artie will last that long

>>5342892
>>5342901
Interesting theories there, anons! : )

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Yea, that’s enough talking to Gus for you, thanks–good intentions or not, talking to the guy can get a little exhausting. Like digging through concrete with a particularly dull sponge.

So, you segue, leaning away from your driver to denote a change in addressee, having a blast yet, Nats?

“Boy, am I!” Chirps the demon’s disembodied voice as you continue speeding through the burning city. “I thought I’d feel more uncomfortable in this dimension, but there’s a LOT more fire than I expected! And everyone’s so kind!”

Yea, well, you stammer, making a point to avert your eyes from a burning truck littered with remnants of what appears to be a squad of VOLUNTEER SCOUTS, well it’s not always on fire, y’know. Granted, it’s CALIFORNIA, but still.

“And we’re going to see all of the friends you’ve made again at this shindig! Man, I’m jealous! I never had time to make any friends in the Abyssal Drift–most other demons get really territorial, y’know?”

Yea, you mutter, nodding slowly, sure… Hey, Ly’s not giving her a rough time or anything, right? Because if he is-

“No, things are great!” Nats replies in a voice frighteningly-close to your own. “I mean I still sting from when you tore my arm and leg off, but don’t take this the wrong way: you’re SUUUUPER comfy!”

Uh, yea, you reply with an awkward laugh, you uh… you get that a lot. So she’s still pulling herself back together, huh?

“For now, at least… I’m not feeding too much, am I? I’m sorry–I know I got a little carried away at the school way back when!”

Hey, yea, she did, didn’t she? About time you got an apology for that!

“I’m SUPER sorry, really! Your life essence just tasted really good, y’know? Like when you try to eat a little bit of guacamole and you end up downing the whole bag of chips? I promise I won’t do it again!”

That remains to be seen, you snarl… she tries anything slippery and she’ll be making another trip!

“Read you loud and clear, sis! Scout’s Honor!”

Pfft. Demon Scouts…

Since you have her on the horn, is there anything you oughta ask?
>TELL ME MORE ABOUT DEMON LAND!
>SHE’S GOT GONNA TELL ANY MORE EMBARRASSING SECRETS AT THE PARTY, RIGHT?
>WHEN WILL SHE HAVE ENOUGH STRENGTH TO FIGHT?
>WHAT’S HER TAKE ON (INSERT FRIEND/PERSON HERE!)
>NEVERMIND! GLAD SHE’S SETTLING IN!
>WRITE-IN!

>>5343049
>WHEN WILL SHE HAVE ENOUGH STRENGTH TO FIGHT?
And can we do anything to speed that process along that doesn’t involve whittling our already shortened life essence any further?

>>5343049
>>WHEN WILL SHE HAVE ENOUGH STRENGTH TO FIGHT?

Did we ever give Talbot’s journal back to him?

>>5343049
>WHEN WILL SHE HAVE ENOUGH STRENGTH TO FIGHT?
>>5343105
Don't think we did. Did we ever plan to do that?

>>5343107
I don’t know, but it might make for a decent gift. I don’t think we need it for anything. Besides, we have enough junk in our bag-of-holding pockets.

>>5342901

Honestly I think Mitzi could be in on it too, for our sake. I think the 'Traitor' is only a traitor to corporate, not humanity.

I think GB has been fucking with our janitor for a long long time, possibly since birth, remember our hospital mix up that resulted in our goofy name? I suspect they might have implanted some sort of magical 'seed' or something in Stan at birth, and have been manipulating events of her life since. I think our violent blackouts have been targeted attacks on enemies of the company/cult, including Christy and even Boris's football career ending injury, as a threat to his parents. GB has actively been trying to rip apart Stan's support network by driving wedges between her and Gus, Syb, and Sue.

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>>5343242
>Spoiler
This fits a whole lot of puzzle pieces together very neatly. I think you might very well be right. That would make Sunny the mastermind behind all of this. Remember how fucked up he/she was? Crippled, sustained by magic and medical apparatuses? What if they’ve been using Stan for just that purpose? Or even just to revive Tibius? That’s make the bone company’s solid front for this whole mess, along with a perfect set of resources to be used when it started. Remember how Art’s entire unit was basically sent on a suicide mission? They were all KIA’d for no obvious strategic purpose. Unless that purpose was to retrieve us/delay the skeletons from catching us.

I don’t think we’re safe working with Sunny/Sonny.

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>>5343242

Oh shit oh fuck oh no it all makes sense

>>5343065
>>5343102
>>5343107
>WHEN STRENGTH, PLZ

I've gotta apologize, all--ended up playing games with pals after dinner last night and it went really late. I might have also drank for the first time in like, a week or so, so that didn't help much. Sorry for the mysterious disappearance!

>>5343105
You haven't, but you can certainly give it to him later if you want!

>>5343242
>>5343263
Interesting theories there, anons! : )

Yea okay let's write

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Since she’s enjoying the ‘All-You-Can-Eat Essence’ Deal, you continue in a wary tone, does she have, like, a ballroom figure of when she can actually lend a hand?

“Uh, yea: NOW. Did you not notice that +5 BONEUS to, like, every roll since we linked up?” She asks in an irritated tone that does you proud! And yes, you groan, you noticed that crap, okay? Not like it helped in that fight with Tory much!

“Hey, blame the dice, not the demon, sis.”

Fair enough, you shrug as the bike hops over a particularly deep pothole. You’re betting that crap was there even before the SKELETON APOCALYPSE too! Anyways, you continue, you meant, like, when she could take over and go SICKO MODE on your enemies. Y’know, like DEMON DRIVER in that DEMON MIGHT WEEP game your bro used to play!

“Oh, that! TOMORROW, definitely!” Reports the demon with a smile in her voice. “As long as you don’t, y’know, nearly die tonight or anything I should be fit as a fiddle!”

You’ll hold her to that, you hiss! There’s a pretty decent chance it’s gonna get hairy tomorrow, so she’d better bring her ‘A Game’!

“It’s the least I can do for big sis!” Nats chirps! “Just, um… manifesting like that might take a lot of energy out of you… and I mean a LOT.”

A small price to pay for POWER, you reply with a grim smile! But just so you’re both on the same page… what does ‘a LOT’ mean?

“A lot means a LOT.” The demon explains as Gus takes a wide turn to avoid some jackass taking potshots at you from a nearby window. “I’m not a doctor or anything, but you’ll be pretty worn out afterwards. Hopefully not enough to keep you from fighting or whatever, but still!”

Lame, you drone, watching Gus as he wordlessly unslings his SAWN-OFF SHOTGUN from his back and blows the shooter to hell without taking his dead eyes off the road. Dang, you thought shotguns had no range!

>CONTD.

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>>5343933
“I’m sorry! If I take too much LIFE ESSENCE bad stuff might happen! Better safe than sorry, right?”

Sure, you shrug, but what the heck does ‘BAD STUFF’ mean anyways?

“Again, not an expert, but some of the other demons I met told me about how it’s, like, SUPER easy to take over a human’s body once you devour all their essence, so, y’know… that might happen if I’m not cautious?”

Okay, you nod, that DOES sound kinda nasty–you like being alive, thanks!

“Yea, and think of how sad all your friends would be!” Nats continues in a sympathetic voice. “I mean, I think I’m pretty good at impersonating you, but I only absorbed your POSITIVE BITS, so Art and Syb and Talbot and everyone would be stuck with a REALLY SWEET, HONEST, and EMOTIONALLY-AVAILABLE version of you! That’d be the pits!”

A cold chill runs down your spine as you weigh her words. Yes, you nod as a haunted expression forms on your face, yes it would… don’t overdo it, please.

Ever.

“Roger that, big sis!”

So uh, you continue as a pack of CLEARWATER’S INFAMOUS WILD DOGS dart across the torn-up thoroughfare ahead of you, what would it be like, anyways? When she uh… when she takes over?

“It’ll be COOL, DUH!” Replies Nats with a cheerful giggle! “Really though: we’ll be super tough! Like REALLY tough!”

You like the sound of that… but, like, she was wearing that COD OUTFIT– is that what’s gonna happen, or?

“Oooh, I gotcha… Well if I had to guess…”

DOES STAN HAVE A ‘DEMON DRIVER’ FORM? IF SO, WHAT WOULD IT LOOK LIKE, MAYBE? HM?
>NO DIFFERENCE ASIDE FROM SOME GLOWING EYES, MAYBE?
>SOMETHING CUHRAYZEE LIKE IN ‘DEMON MIGHT WEEP’! SHARP TEETH AND COATS FOR SOME REASON!
>DEMONIC RACCOON! NO, NOT JUST LIL’ STANLEY…
>THAT CLEARWATER COD MASCOT SUIT WAS KINDA COOL!
>MINIMALIST: JUST NATS WITH HER PITCH-BLACK SKIN, RED EYES, AND WHITE HAIR! AND SHE’S GLOWING, MAYBE?
>WRITE-IN (INSPIRING PICTURES WOULD HELP TOO)

>>5343934

How about norse hel style? Nats down one side, Stan down the other. Stan calls dibs on the laser eye side. Legion voice for good measure.

>>5343934
>WRITE-IN (INSPIRING PICTURES WOULD HELP TOO)
SHADOW STAN, BABY!
All BLACK, except for RED LASER EYES.
Shadows trail from her body and moving leaves behind a trail of shadows momentarily.
Red electricity sparks from her eyes and moving her head leaves behind a trail of red electricity momentarily.

>>5343934
>>5343976
Awesome awesome awesome support!

>>5343966
>SPLIT DOWN THE MIDDLE!

>>5343976
>>5343988
>SPOOKY SHADOW STAN!

That'll do 'er for now! Writing!

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“I didn’t have much of a ‘form’ when I uh… woke up,” Nats explains as you drum your fingers on the sidecar, “But I remember seeing my reflection for the first time!”

What was it, the cod?

“Ha ha, nope! I remember seeing a silhouette–like a living shadow, y’know? And these sparking red eyes…”

Not gonna lie, Nats–that sounds dumb. Like, REALLY dumb! Oh well–you’re sure that when the time comes you’ll look a lot cooler than that!

“Who knows? Either way I can’t wait to show you!”

Save that pepper, kiddo–you don’t plan on fighting anyone until tomorrow at the earliest!

… unless someone talks smack tonight at the party. Or looks at you the wrong way. Or gives you a bad vibe. Or you get bored.

“Almost there, Stan.” Gus announces with the usual lack of pep in his voice. Sure enough, as you scan your surroundings you find yourself crossing the outskirts you and Art tore through back when you first escaped GOOD BOY–hard to believe it’s been so many days!

“Yep–I still remember spendin’ da’ night in dat’ tree…” Ly remarks as the bike starts climbing a long, sidewinder trail up into the forested hills above town. “Dat’ an’ da’ boot print Talbot left fer’ us in da’ mud…”

“Whodathunk you’d make so many friends, Stan?” Giggles Nats’ disembodied voice! “Color me JEALOUS!”

You’re gonna color her DRUNK in a little bit, you reply with a toothy grin on your face! Man, it’s gonna be great seeing the guys again!

“Sit back an’ relax–I’ll get us there.” Gus replies with a slight grin forming on his bearded face. Leaning back into your seat, you contemplate what, if anything, you’d like to do before arriving at the venue…

>ASK GUS SOMETHING!
>ASK LY SOMETHING!
>ASK NATS SOMETHING!
>FIDDLE AROUND WITH AN ITEM (WHICH ONE?)
>JUST ENJOY THE RIDE!
>WRITE-IN!

>>5344072
>>JUST ENJOY THE RIDE!

>>5344072
>JUST ENJOY THE RIDE!

>>5344131
>>5344301
>SIT BACK AND RELAX!

Writing!

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You’ve got a whole night of tomfoolery ahead of you–might as well conserve that remaining energy, right? Stretching out as much as you can in your sidecar, you take in the sights as the road snakes upwards into redwood-covered hills that haven’t burned down yet.

Glancing back at the rest of the wagon train, you feel a slight bit of relief when you see all of the vehicles following close behind. Sensing your gaze, Eddie gives you a friendly wave from the van’s driver’s seat while Mitz sticks her arm out the jeep window to flip you the bird. They’re certainly in good spirits.

Before you can really get into some retaliation, a trio of HOT RODS STUFFED WITH SKELETON GREASERS burst from the fern-dotted hill! Surrounding your convoy, the rodders waste no time in aiming their weapons at you and your friends!

“Hey there, girly!” Hoots one of the pompadoured patrolmen as he and two of his friends point the business ends of their N4 RIFLES at your face, “Think you cats might be a bit lost, dig?”

And you think he might be a bit STUPID, you growl! You’re here for the shindig at the DRIVE-IN!

“No clue what you’re talkin’ about, baby!” Retorts your would-be shooter. “Now spin an’ split before these trigger fingers get itchy, dig?!”

What the HELL, you growl as you reach into your pocket!

“Stan, don’t test these guys…” Ly warns as you quickly rummage! You’re not testing them, okay? You’re grabbing your radio so Stripes can sort these idiots ou-

Oh damn it…

Glancing back towards the jeep, you watch in growing horror as Art struggles to obey the commands given to him by the ROCKABILLY PATROL while also juggling what seems to be some kind of tongue-lashing from who you can only presume to be BLUMENKRANTZ over the radio. Damn, you’re surprised you can hear him from here!

“Da’ radio’s a bit preoccupied, but maybe someone else can call in?” Ly suggests as Gus wordlessly revs his bike’s engine. There’s no time, dang it!

What do?
>TELL THESE ASSHOLES YOU KNOW CLIFF! STRIPES! HAULIE-PAULIE!
>WHAT DO THEY WANT? BRIBES? TRY GIVING THEM SOMETHING! (SNACKS? MERMAID SMUT? DENISE?)
>GET MITZ OR SOMEONE TO RADIO STRIPES! FRIGGIN’ ART….
>THREATEN THEM TO CUT THE CRAP OR THEY’LL REGRET IT!
>HEED THE WARNING AND TURN AROUND–YOU CAN FIGURE THIS OUT WITHOUT HAVING GUNS POINTED YOUR WAY, THANKS!
>WRITE-IN!

Oh right, one more choice I forgot:
>ATTACK WHILE YOU STILL HAVE THE DROP ON 'EM!

I'm also signing off here for tonight--gotta wake up early tomorrow and won't be able to promise more updates until around TUESDAY 11-12PM PST! Hope to see you then!

> SEDUCE THEM WITH THE MERMAID SMUT!

>>5344426
+1

>>5344426
support

>>5344426
>>5344447
>>5344510
>MERMAID SMUT!
Writing!

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Still elbow-deep in your nigh-bottomless pockets, your hand clasps around a suitable stand-in for your radio–the rough, almost chitinous book jacket of an otherworldly smut rag that swiftly fills your heart with uncanny fear just feeling it!

“Last warning, pussy cat–we ain’t afraid to rumble, dig?”

Some primal, mammalian survival instinct kicks in as you remove the MERMAID SMUT from your pockets prompting you to shield your eyes as you fling the skin rag in the skeleton greaser’s direction! Upon hearing its heavy pages connect with his face, you slap Gus’ arm a few times and yell at him to GUN IT!

“Yea, uh…” Gus mutters as he lazily glances between the three other hot rods full of armed and clearly not distracted skeleton greasers, “Don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Hey, wait a sec…” Mutters one of the greasers from further down the convoy as he scrutinizes your face with glowing red eyes, “Ain’t I seen ya somewhere?”

Maybe in his nightmares, you snarl, hair bristling as all of the vehicles roll to a stop.

“Yea…” The greaser continues, hopping off the side of his ride and approaching your bike, “You’re that STANLEY kid, right?”

Passing by Art, Mitzi, and Syb’s wheels, you order all three with your mind to destroy the skeleton… DESTROY HIM!

Unfortunately your command goes unheeded as he approaches your sidecar running a comb through his immaculately-kept hair.

“Well hot dog, boys, we’ve got a celebrity!” He hoots, prompting the non-catatonic skeletons to cheer in response! Planting a sneakered-foot on the edge of your sidecar, the skeleton leans in and gives you a genial grin!

“Cripes, kitten–why didn’t you say somethin’? You guys are runnin’ late!”

And they would have run late PERMANENTLY if they tried anything funny, you counter! He might want to, like, bat that smut rag out of their view with a stick or something, by the way.

“Sorry about the show, kid,” The greaser apologizes as he motions for one of his pals to dislodge the MERMAID SMUT from your initial accosters, “Cliff was real particular about uninvited guests–don’t want anyone spoiling the fun, dig?”

Well they’d better get to work making things fun again, you snarl, because this totally killed your mood! And look at Gus, you add, gesturing to the gentle giant seated next to you, he’s practically in tears!

“Sob.”

“Did uh… did the big guy just say ‘so-’”

He’s emotionally soldered, okay? And the fact that he even said that means you guys REALLY hurt his feelings!

“Oh shoot–we’re awful sorry, Stan! And pals!”

They WILL be, you retort in a foreboding voice… they WILL be!

>CONTD.

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>>5345079
“Well look, sis,” The greaser continues as one of his associates manages to smack the ELDRITCH SMUT RAG out of the hot rodder’s bony hands and onto the pavement, “We’ll start makin’ it up to ya’ by escorting you guys straight into the camp, dig?”

You dig, you frown, but you don’t wanna wait anymore! And you want to be, like, announced! Like a princess entering a ballroom!

“What the hell’s the HOLDUUUUUP?!” Roars Talbot from further down the wagon train! His funeral if he doesn’t shut up, you shout!

“No problemo, kid… just gotta wait a sec.” The greaser replies as the rest of his crew relaxes a bit. What the HELL for?!

“Boss is makin’ a speech to the troops.” Explains another skeleton in the car across from yours. “Sounds like it’s a big one.”

Sounds like a DUMB one, you counter! It doesn’t matter anyways–Cliff knows you! You’re fine with interrupting!

“Yea, uh…” Replies the original greaser, the OG, if you will, in an uncertain tone, “I’m talkin’ about the BIG GUY, sis.”

What, SANTA?

“Pretty sure he means TIM, cupcake.”

An icy finger runs down your spine as your mind flashes back to that fateful graveyard shift a few nights ago… that and the fiendish glow of TIM’S hooded eyes…

Sonnovabitch, you snarl as you give the inside of the sidecar a good kick, he’s HERE?! Let’s waste him now!

“Nah, he’s tuning in with some kinda magic.” Explains OG in a voice that implies he barely gets it either, “He can still see everyone an’ answer questions, so yea… not a good time.”

“Yes, hello,” Sybil begins as she blinks into existence between you and the greaser, “Is there any way we can listen in without entering the camp?”

“WOAH! Uh… hey there, sweetheart!” OG stammers as he recoils from the sudden interruption! Focus, creep! “Uh, sure you can–we’ve got a radio in Tony’s wheels broadcastin’ the whole thing if you wanna hear!”

“It’s almost done, though!” Adds who you assume to be Tony as he holds a turned-off radio over his pompadour'd head. “You still wanna listen?”

What’s the verdict, Stan?
>NOT WORTH THE RISK–YOU’LL WAIT!
>YEA, TUNE US IN!
>YOU WANNA HEAR IT IN PERSON–TAKE US UP SNEAKILY, PLEASE!
>WRITE-IN!

>>5345081
>>YOU WANNA HEAR IT IN PERSON–TAKE US UP SNEAKILY, PLEASE!

>>5345081
>YEA, TUNE US IN!
We might miss more of it if we try to sneak closer.

>>5345081
>YEA, TUNE US IN!

>>5345083
>SNEAK ON IN!

>>5345114
>>5345139
>TUNE US IN!

Writing!

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Of course you wanna listen–that goes without saying! You haven’t gotten an inside line into TIM’S plans in ages! Still, he’s nothing if not tricky, that one, so rather than charging in to get a look for yourself, you instead opt to snap your fingers a few times at Tony and his radio. Let’s go!

Stumbling over your sudden and forceful command, Tony gets a grip on the radio and flicks it on with his bony fingers just in time to send a hauntingly-familiar cackle ringing out across the hills!
https://youtu.be/IeYWfOXZp7Q
“-ead WRONG! What do the humans have but more time to COWER in their insipid hidey-holes while my DARK PLANS come to fruition? I LAUGH at the insinuation! You should all laugh too! I COMMAND YOU!”

As if on cue, all of the skeletons including your Atlantean Scholars burst into forced, albeit pretty convincing laughter! Woah.

“Adequate! As I was saying, don’t be so MARROW-MINDED! Those pitiful humans may have defeated my LIEUTENANTS, true, but that changes nothing… look around you, I say! Look around at the TRUE driving force behind my malevolent machinations! You: the SURVIVORS! You: the ELITE! You: the shining vanguard of EVIL who will make them all RUE the day they neglected to crush you into dust! It is by their own weak and PITIFUL humanity that they continue to cling to life… and it is your LACK of it that will deliver our final victory over this wretched world!”

“He seems to be rallying his remaining forces…” Sybil whispers as everyone else listens intently. Yea, you growl, and it sucks! He hasn’t mentioned you once!

“Though you may fall, you can rise anew!” Booms TIM’S shrill, but commanding voice through the radio’s speaker! “And for every one of them you slay, our numbers grow! Already the TOWER OF BONE swells with ESSENCE and BONE, so let them howl and scratch at our walls, I say–our hour draws near, and with every second their dwindling forces weaken with fatigue and hunger!

Even now their own plot against them–looting and pillaging their own streets out of fear and panic! And as they rally their forces with one final push, they will only succeed in snuffing out their remaining men like a wave crashing against you: mighty boulders standing strong for all eternity!

So REJOICE, my legion of the damned! Be merry this night, for tomorrow you will all return to the CITADEL in preparation for THE FINAL BATTLE! But know this, my loyal skeledogs of war: though this may be the curtain call for this pitiful burg, it is but the first step in a long and GLORIOUS journey to complete and utter victory!”

And with that both the hot rods and the radio explode with raucous cheering! Even LY remains eerily silent during the whole thing!

“Well,” Sybil huffs as you and the rest of your living pals watch in silent terror, “They certainly know how to play the part, hm?”

>CONTD.

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>>5345209
A few minutes later a hush falls over the crowd as the speaker of the hour no doubt motions for silence. MAN this guy can talk!

“Be ready to act tomorrow, my loyal minions, and BONE’T falter–a cornered animal is a dangerous foe, and HUMANS are the most deceptive of them all… BONE VOYAAAAAAAAAAAGE!

Now if only I could turn this accursed thing off..”

With that the radio goes silent save for a few murmurs here and there. After a minute or so of silence, an unfamiliar voice emerges from the receiver.

“... yep, I think that’s it, folks. We’re gettin’ the all-clear on this end.”

The cold chill lifts from the air around you as everyone returns to relative normalcy. As Tony places the radio back where he retrieved it from, OG looks at you with a shrug of his leather jacketed shoulders.

“You heard ‘em, kid. You ready to party?”

You respond with a round of devilish laughter–you’ve never been MORE ready, dude!

“That’s the ticket, baby! Let’s get you guys in, then!”

Sending a shrill whistle into the air, the rest of the hot rodders saddle up as their car engines roar to life! Daring to glance at where the MERMAID SMUT RAG dropped, an arrow of fear pierces your chest as you find it missing from the ground!
https://youtu.be/pT4FY3NrhGg
No… NO!

“You stayin’, Stan?” Gus asks as his stoic voice rouses you from the abject terror washing over you! “Might take a little longer to get up there.”

Who do you wanna ride with the rest of the way?
>GUS!
>MITZ, ART, AND SYB!
>KIKI, DENISE, RODHI, AND TEEVOR!
>EDDIE, TUCKER, AND TALBOT!
>OG AND SOME OF THE SKELETON GREASERS!
>WRITE-IN!

>>5345210
>MITZ, ART, AND SYB!

>>5345210
>>MITZ, ART, AND SYB!

A chilling reminder that there may be limits to our bony rebellion. More than a little worried that when push comes to shove we're going to have to smoke a lot of friends.

>>5345220
>>5345223
>JEEPERS CREEPERS!

Writing!

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Having had your fill of the bike, you hastily disembark and give Gus a wave. You’re gonna go the last leg with Syb and the others, kay?

“You bet. Thanks for riding.” Gus replies with a faint smirk.

“Let’s not keep them waiting, shall we?” Syb asks with a warm smile as she wraps her arm around your shoulder. Letting her lead you to the jeep, you exchange looks with a very rattled Art as he wordlessly hands you back your CHRISTY-MODDED RADIO.

“... Blumenkrantz knows.”

Plopping into the seat next to him, you give your Rent-A-Cop pal a steadying pat on the shoulder pad. Leadership, right? Gotta love it!

“Nice moves with the smug rag, by the by.” Mitzi remarks as she points to your unfastened seatbelt without looking back. “Guess that’s what you call a ‘booby trap’, huh?”

You don’t get it, but that’s never stopped you before! Moving to fasten the belt, you’re stopped dead in your tracks when an icy, prickling sensation stings the back of your neck.

“Oh don’t worry, Stanley–I’ll take the middle seat. You may enjoy the window!” Sybil explains with a cheerful smile on her pale face! Uh, sure, you nod, scooting over for her to take the spot next to Art, if she wants BITCH SEAT then she can have it!

“Appreciated~”The Goth chirps as she settles in next to Art. Rolling your eyes out the window, you hastily buckle your belt as Mitzi impatiently clears her throat from the front. Once settled in, the whole wagon train starts up the hill once again!

“So Blumenkrantz says the whole LODGE is on lockdown.” Art explains as you pass deeper into the trees. “Guy’s worried that our wholesale slaughter of TIM’S LIEUTENANTS is gonna trigger some serious backlash.”

“Seriously?” Mitzi asks in a faux-surprised tone!

“For once I’m actually glad to have a paranoid psycho as Head of Security…” Art sighs as he looks out his window. “So anyways, everyone’s being recalled: patrols, rescue teams, even those VOLUNTEER SCOUTS they were sending out to make up for lost squads.”

“Sounds like pure chaos.” Sybil says with a frown.

“Yep, they’re gonna be stuffed in there like sweaty sardines.” Mitzi remarks as she brings the jeep past two guard treehouses bordering the winding road. “Wouldn’t want to be keeping the peace in there tonight, that’s for damn sure.”

“Well between the barrier, Curt’s buddies, and security, at least we don’t have to feel bad about missing out.” Replies Art with a weary shrug. “Which is good, cuz’ I really don’t want to drive back into town tonight…”

“Well we’ve already committed to this event–we might as well enjoy it.” Sybil adds.

Jeez, would it kill them to be a little more enthusiastic!?

>CONTD.

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>>5345338
Climbing higher into the forested hills, you instinctively draw your CHINCHILL PUMP-ACTION when you hear the low thrum of propellers overhead! Aiming your weapon at the source of the noise, you nearly drop it when you see what’s causing the ruckus!

A refurbished military chopper buzzes overhead–one that looks more like a troop transport than an attack bird, not that you know much about that, of course! Painted all black save for the classic greaser hot rod flames on the nose, the chopper dips a bit as its skeletal passengers hoot and wave at you from behind a mounted gun turret!

“Shit,” Mitzi mutters as she honks her horn a few times in response, “Guess these guys still have some hardware lyin’ around, huh?”

No kidding! Waving as the bird soars back into the air, you immediately unbuckle your seatbelt when your convoy emerges into a clearing! Where there was once a dinky, run-down DRIVE-IN now sits a veritable fortress–its perimeter marked by concrete walls with shooting positions on top, and the inside…
https://youtu.be/jGdlRtR2z3E
Built around the DRIVE-IN building are countless tents, RVs, and big rig trucks amidst a sea of lights burning in the night like fireflies! Vehicles of all shapes and sizes from hot rods to military APCs tear rubber around the fort–some even skidding past your group excitedly mashing their horns! Gunshots and rockabilly music barely drowns out the chatter of the countless skeletons within–the boneheads skittering around the camp like ants in an anthill!

“How the HELL didn’t we hear all this?” Art mutters as he stares wide-eyed in disbelief.

“I’m… not sure…” Sybil adds.

“Hey, I think I see a dance floor down there!” Mitzi observes as she jabs a finger at what appears to be a newly-erected stage near the Drive-In projector screen! “I’m THERE, man.”

Still stunned by the sensory overload, you barely notice as your convoy passes through a metal gate big enough to stop a tank shell or two. Seeing a skeleton soldier motioning her to stop, Gus, Mitzi, and the others dutifully bring their cars to a stop as a handful of sharpshooters watch you through their rifle sights and the gate closes behind you!

“Well well well, guest of honor, I take it?” Drawls a soldier as Mitz rolls down her window for him. “Cliff’s still takin’ care of some things, but we’ll give y’all the run of the place after we do a quick inspection.”

UUUUUGH, how long is this gonna TAAAAAKE?!

>CONTD.

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>>5345342
Sure enough, the gate guards waste no time in sweeping all of your vehicles. Peering under and around your cars, one exceptionally-thorough soldier sends his bony K-9 over to sniff things out.

“They’re clean, boss.” The dog reports in a gruff, disciplined tone. Nodding, the soldier who stopped you exchanges a thumbs up with the sharpshooters, prompting one of them to whisper a few orders into a nearby radio. As the gate in front of you trundles open, your entourage is buffeted by a rush of sound and scents–mainly food, firearms, and flapping gums.

“You’re cleared, Parble.” Concludes the soldier with a polite salute. “And let me just say it’s an honor and pleasure to welcome you to the Drive-In!”
https://youtu.be/m-a6ct8aalg
With that he and his squadmates usher you into the chaos of the party! Almost immediately upon entering, your train is greeted by a horde of skeletons–greasers, pirates, soldiers, hell, some of them don’t seem to have any affiliation at all! Clambering onto your jeep, you’re immediately dogpiled with beers, fresh Drive-In chow, and markers–the latter clearly for autographs.

“Better start signing, boss!” Art shouts as your hijackers start shoving limbs, jackets, helmets, and other doodads into your face to sign! “Otherwise we’re never gonna park!”

You were just planning on leaving these dorks to fend for themselves, to be perfectly honest, but he’s right–you might wanna get some of this out of the way now so that you can actually enjoy yourself!

Not that signing autographs and getting free drinks isn’t enjoyable, of course!

ROLL 1d100 TO SEE HOW GOOD YOU ARE AT SIGNING SHIT! I’LL TAKE THE BEST OF 3 ROLLS!

ALSO FOR A FOLLOW-UP QUESTION:

HOW MUCH OF THE OFFERED BEVERAGES DO YOU DRINK? DON’T WORRY–YOUR DUMB FRIENDS ARE BEING OFFERED STUFF TOO!
>TAKE ONE AND SIP IT! NO NEED TO GO NUTS YET!
>CHUG A FEW TO BE POLITE!
>DRINK IT ALL! DRINK IT AAAAAALLL!!!!
>WRITE-IN!

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>5345345
>CHUG A FEW TO BE POLITE!

Calling it here for tonight, folks, got some plans starting in a bit. Should have more for ya WEDNESDAY AROUND 10-11AM PST! See you at the party!

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>TAKE ONE AND SIP IT! NO NEED TO GO NUTS YET!

Big day tomorrow. Maybe check with Nats and see if we have a demon liver now?

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>5345345
>CHUG A FEW TO BE POLITE!
I feel like Stan is the kind of person who has spent time practicing her signature for when she becomes famous.

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>>5345381
My first 100. It’s beautiful…

Where’s that anon who rolled three ones last thread? I want him to see how you do it.

>>5345381
Turns out Stan is abnormally good at signing autographs

>>5345406
I’d like to see what Bones will cook up for this one hundred. How do you write up a supercrit on autograph signing?

>>5345419
>How do you write up a supercrit on autograph signing?
You get that shit framed in a local restaurant

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>>5345381
>>5345382

one-anon reporting in.
You dun good, anon... you dun very good.

>>5345428
To hear it coming from you makes my day. Thanks, famalam.

>>5345419

Clearly it's so good that it pushes back Tim's control, they literally have Stan's name on them.

>>5345354
>>5345375
>>5345381
>HIGHEST ROLL: 1-fucking-HUNDO
>Stan nearly dies in a duel with a pissed-off turkey
>Absolutely KILLS it at autographing shit
Never change, you guys. Never change.

Writing!

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With a permanent marker and a free drink in hand, you waste no time in giving your adoring fans what they want! Downing your first cup of what tastes like beer, you quickly fall into a rhythm like you’ve been doing this shit your entire life: drink, sign, drink, sign. Like a well-oiled (or well-boozed in this case) machine, you barely flinch at the rabid horde of skeletons and their belongings: whether it’s a helmet, a cutlass, a gun, or even a bone, you approach each and every autograph with masterful flair!

Curlicue letters. Shoutouts and thankful messages. You even draw a few cat faces and hearts on some of them–they friggin’ LOVE it!

“Holy cow, you’re still going!?” Nats remarks as you empty another beer!

“Holy crap, you’re still going!?” Asks Art as Syb and Mitz watch in silent awe.

You don’t bother to respond–you’re in the groove, after all! Though a dull ache slowly spreads through your signing arm, you don’t falter, and before long the crowd around you thins as the skeletons make way for you to pass through!

“Thanks, kid!” Shouts one of your fans as your motorcade turns to head towards a GARAGE situated on the outskirts of the fort, “You da’ best!”

“Arrr, she be approachable fer’ one so famous!” Remarks a pirate skeleton!

“Stan’s da’ cat’s meow, baby!” Hoots a pompadour’d skeleton!

Giving your fans a few shots from the GUN FINGERS, you slump back into your seat as the signing frenzy finally catches up with you!

“Jeez, Stan–feels like I’m driving a movie star around…” Mitzi laughs from the front seat. “Say, can I get an autograph too after this?”

“Nice to see your deeds have finally caught up with you, isn’t it?” Sybil adds with pride as she pats your head! Damn right it is!

“Definitely worked out dat’ arm, too!” Ly announces as you approach the distant garage! “Not bad at all, kiddo!”

TEMPORARY BUFF: AUTOGRAPHER’S ARM! FOR THE REST OF THE NIGHT YOU’LL GET A +5 BONEUS TO ANY ACTION REQUIRING YOUR RIGHT ARM! PHEW!

As the fame-induced haze slowly fades along with the cheering behind you, you notice that in all the confusion and chaos, something ELSE was signed back there… and by that we mean PLASTERED with signatures!
SO MUCH SO THAT IT’LL GET A PERMANENT +5 BUFF! WHAT IS IT, FOLKS?
>YOUR BACKUUM!
>YOUR CHINCHILL PUMP-ACTION!
>YOUR ROCKET LAUNCHER!
>YOUR REMOTE-CONTROLLED DUCK!
>YOUR TELESCOPING MOP!
>YOUR EVENING SANITATION COORDINATOR CAP OR COVERALLS!
>ART!
>MITZI!
>SYBIL!
>WRITE-IN!

>>5345916
>MITZI!

>>5345916

The mop is clearly the smart decision but Mitzi is fucking hilarious

> MITZI!

>>5345916
>>ART!

I'm going for ART so he doesn't die! CRIT IMMUNITY BITCHES!

>>5345916
>MITZI!
She did ask for a signature.

>>5345916
>MITZI!

>>5345925
>>5345930
>>5345964
>>5345982
>BEST GIRL, MAYBE. I HAVEN'T POLLED THAT IN A WHILE

>>5345933
>BEST DEAD MAN WALKING

Talk about a 'MITZ'd opportunity, am I right? Ha ha ha. Anyways, we ritin'

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Errr, Mitz, you mutter as you slowly notice the tangled mass of signatures scrawled all over her body armor, you think she got her wish…

“Huh? Woah, neato.” Remarks the Rent-A-Cop as the realization suddenly dawns on her. “I look like the walls of a mental patient’s cell, huh?”

It does look pretty cool, you reply with a thoughtful nod. Pretty cool…

“Look, Art–signatures from people from countless backgrounds!” Sybil observes excitedly! Leaning over to take a closer look, you can see what she means: names of all shapes, sizes, and lengths cover the security goon’s armor–some short and sweet, others lengthy and in letters that can’t be English!

Between the soldiers, pirates, and other boneheads that mobbed you, there’s gotta be over one-hundred names and messages on there! “Mitzi, I believe your body armor might have just become an anthropological treasure…” The Goth mutters with a mixture of pride and confusion.

MITZI WILL NOW GET A PERMANENT +5 BONEUS TO ALL OF HER ROLLS! ATTA’ GIRL!

“I’m more impressed that you didn’t notice you were being drawn on.” Art adds with a slightly jealous look on his face.

“Uhhh, driver’s gotta watch the road, pal.” Mitzi retorts irritably as she jabs a finger at the path ahead of the jeep. “Safety first.”

“Sure… say, you wanna trade armor?” Art asks with growing eagerness! “I’ll buy you a drink!”

“Yea, lemme think about it.” Mitzi replies with a smug grin on her face as your wagon trail stops in front of a waving skeleton clad in grease-soaked coveralls. “Alright, thought about it: nah.”

Ha, you snort, he probably wouldn’t even fit in her armor anyways! Dingus!

“Yea well my fist will have no problems fitting down your throat, you gremlin!” Art counters, prompting the two of you to engage in an impromptu kickfight!

“Stop i-STOP IT!” Roars Sybil as Mitzi shuts off the engine. “At least until I’m out of the way, please…”

>CONTD.

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>>5346169
Allowing Syb to blink out of the car, you give Art a warning glare before moving to leave yourself. What a coward, hiding behind his amazing girl like that. Truly a sickening creature, that Art.

“Looks like you guys are already having a good time.” Tucker observes as your team convenes outside of the garage.

“Hell yea, we are. Check it out, Keek.” Mitzi commands, prompting both the Keek in question and Eddie to pour over her new threads.

“Yea, what the hell!?” Talbot adds as he stumbles out of the back of the van, “We didn’t get mobbed at all!”

Maybe next quest, buddy! Sending a smug grin his way, you take the opportunity to look around at the mechanics flitting around the vehicles like worker ants! Why the hell did we stop here anyways? The booze and stuff is back near the center!

“Hey, kid.”

Whirling around to face the deep, but familiar voice, a smile creeps onto your face as you recognize the burly, pompadour’d skeleton wearing an unmistakable WHITE T-SHIRT! Scampering over to the big lug, you launch yourself into his broad chest as you shout out his name:

WYATT T!

“The one an’ only.” Wyatt replies with a soft chuckle. Wrapping you in a hug, the greaser lets you down after a few seconds and smiles as his eyes rest on your trusty van. “Ole’ girl’s treatin’ ya’ well, huh?”

Yep, you chirp as Wyatt’s goons flock over to get a closer look, it sure as hell beats walking!

“Might I just add, Mr. T, that it drives really smooth!” Eddie adds, prompting a confused look from one of your favorite greasers.

“These yer new friends, Stan?”

Uh-huh, you nod as you scan your lineup of pals. They’re all a part of the crew!

“Keen. Glad y’all could make it.” Wyatt adds before noticing Gus’ delivery bike. “Nice wheels.”

“Thanks.” Gus nods. “Nice van.”

“Thanks.” Wyatt smiles. “You a gearhead?”

“Sure.” Replies the delivery guy.

“Cool.” Wyatt concludes.

“Uh-oh, I smell a friendship coming on…” Ly remarks.

>CONTD.

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>>5346174
So, you interrupt, tearing Gus and Wyatt away from each other’s eyes, what’s on the menu tonight anyways?

“Lessee…” Wyatt thinks aloud as you all take in the sights in the lit-up drive-in, “Drinks, lots of ‘em. Food too, if you’re hungry–they got a whole thing goin’ down at the CONCESSION STAND. Pretty sure some drinking contests are there too. PAULIE’S there too.”

“Hell. Yes.” Talbot grins, exchanging eager looks with Kiki!

“By the projector they’ve got the DANCE FLOOR– I ain’t big into that stuff, but if you are, well…” Shrugs Wyatt.

“Heck yea, we are!” Laughs Mitzi as she tugs at both Denise and Sybil’s shoulders! “C’mon, ladies!”

“B-b-b-but I h-have a c-condition!” Protests the geek as Mitzi drags her down the hill with Syb in tow!

“GUN RANGE is down there–think I saw some of those COWBOYS down that way. Prizes, too.” Wyatt continues, prompting Tucker, Art, and Eddie to scurry off like kids at a theme park.

“An’ then there’s the ARENA:” The greaser concludes, pointing to a burning circle in the middle of a crowd of cheering skeletons in the parking lot. “Been there a few times now–you get gloves and you try to knock each other outta the ring. Easy. Unless you’re up against those crazy PIRATE BROTHERS, that is.”

“Shiiit, might wanna head there, actually…” Talbot remarks as a vicious glint appears in Kiki’s bang-obscured eyes!

“This here’s the GARAGE, of course. We’ll tune up your rides so they’re purrin’ tomorrow.” Continues Wyatt with pride in his voice. “Stripes is givin' everyone HELICOPTER RIDES here too, if you wanna wait by that landin’ pad over there.”

“I’ll stick around here, Stan.” Gus declares with a hint of excitement in his stoic voice. “Might learn a thing or two.”

“When you guys get too tired, there’s TRAILERS down the hill there.” The greaser adds, pointing to a massive cluster of mobile homes parked in the outskirts of the fort. “They’re all up for grabs–just write yer name on the front so no one barges in, yea?”

“Better than sleepin’ in a car or somethin’, huh, cupcake?” Ly remarks.

“Oh yea, Cliff wanted ta’ chat once he’s done takin’ care of stuff.” Wyatt mutters as if just remembering it. “You’ll find him in da’ MAIN OFFICE.

That might have been the most you’ve ever seen Wyatt talk, but it got the job done! Good work, man!

“Thanks. Been practicin’.”

>CONTD.

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>>5346181
Having gotten the 411 from good ole’ Wyatt, you watch as all of your friends disperse among the attractions save for Teevor and Rodhi, who look just as bewildered as they did when you showed them a car for the first time.

“Well, erm…” Teevor remarks in a slightly shaky tone, “I suppose we can stay here and learn a thing or two about primitive combustion engines, yes?”

“Mhm…” Rodhi nods nervously. “I’m intrigued by that flying apparatus we saw before, too…”

With everyone more or less off doing their own thing, you’re just about to find something to do yourself when you feel a sharp-clawed something clamber up your back!

“Woah, trash panda.” Wyatt observes as your ‘pet’ makes herself at home on your shoulder. “Reminds me of you, Stan.”

He’s gonna have to explain his reasoning, you snarl, VERY carefully!

“Looks cute an’ cuddly ‘s all.” The greaser shrugs with an unflappable look on his bony face. “Careful she doesn’t get ran over around here, dig?”

You dig, you stammer, still taken off-guard by the sudden compliment. Turning to ask where your first hellish adoptee was this whole time, you recoil in fear as the raccoon holds the MERMAID SMUT in its jaws with a menacing grin on her fuzzy face! Before you can protest, the fiendish critter stuffs the book back into your pocket before curling back up on your shoulder! Sneaky little goblin!

“So where are we going first, sis?!” Asks Nats as she practically froths at the disembodied mouth! “Can we do it all?! Will we do it all!? Why are we gonna meet first, huh?!”

“Better hurry up, Stan–kid’s gonna explode if dis’ keeps up…” Ly warns with a smile in his tone! Yea, yea, you reply with a smile of your own, she doesn’t have to tell you twice!

As you contemplate your options, you feel an uncanny sensation drift through your head–one that tells you that you might not get a chance to relax like this again for a while! With that in mind, you START with:

DRINK STATUS: BASICALLY SOBER!
>GRAB SOME FOOD AND DRINK AT THE CONCESSION STAND! (HAULIE-PAULIE)
>HIT THE DANCE FLOOR! (SYB, MITZI, DENISE)
>CHECK OUT THE GUN RANGE! (TUCKER, ART, EDDIE, GRAMPS? JOPLINERS?)
>PEEK AT THE ARENA! (TALBOT, KIKI, ANDRE AND MARQUIS?)
>STICK AROUND THE GARAGE FOR A WHILE! (GUS, TEEVOR, RODHI, WYATT)
>WAIT FOR A HELICOPTER RIDE! (STRIPES)
>CLAIM A NICE TRAILER! BEAT THE RUSH!
>LINGER AROUND THE MAIN OFFICE! (CLIFF)
>WRITE-IN!

>>5346184
>HIT THE DANCE FLOOR! (SYB, MITZI, DENISE)
Have Ly and Nats appear to do a three man dance! Either or.

>>>/gif/23124618

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=99dVb6Wu_aI

>>5346286
>>5346184

+1 YES support

>>5346286
Ly's ability to do that got taken away, maybe Nats can do some stuff though.

>>5346184
>HIT THE DANCE FLOOR! (SYB, MITZI, DENISE)
Why not? Do this first.

>>5346316
>>5346316
I guess that makes this a bit tricky.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QSgeOaurLO0

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKWRUpYvFzY&t=1565s

>>5346286
>>5346312
>>5346365
>HIT THE DANCE FLOOR!

Writing!

>>5346184

>PEEK AT THE ARENA! (TALBOT, KIKI, ANDRE AND MARQUIS?)

Doubles with Talbot in the Arena anyone?

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You’re not exactly dressed for dancing, but that’s never stopped you before! You CAR NERDS have fun now, you say to Gus and Wyatt as you make your way towards the sound of booming tunes, this girl’s got some dancin’ to do!

“Have fun.” Gus says with a warm smile.

“Yep.” Wyatt adds with a lazy wave. Teevor and Rodhi are already waist-deep in car parts by the time you head down the hill.

Weaving past the rows of bonfires and makeshift stalls set up around the drive-in, you take your time greeting the groups of skeletons situated around them on your way down! Though they don’t bug you for autographs, you do get a few pats on the back and even a free drink or two! Score!

You feel the dance floor before you even see it. Towers of speakers boom tunes across the whole Drive-In with enough volume to make your head rattle as you approach!

“Guess these guys don’t gotta worry about eardrums, do they?” Ly remarks as you squeeze past a perimeter of drinkers and wallflowers. WHAA?

“Nevermind, kid. Have fun.”

“YES PLEASE! SHAKE IT, SIS!” Nats shouts, clearly already enjoying herself!

You don’t NEED a gun right now, but okay! Stepping onto the disco floor, you subconsciously start moving your hips to the beat as you take stock of what little you can see in the flashing rainbow of lights!

A MAKESHIFT BAR sits on the edge of the floor operated by a few enterprising skeletons who seem to be doing it out of boredom rather than actual assignment. You don’t see any familiar faces there, but that’s never stopped you from grabbing a drink before!

Thanks to the chaos of moving bodies and bumpin’ tunes, you can’t find your pals anywhere! This ALWAYS happens, damn it–you really need to start putting a bell on Syb or something when you go out!

Getting jiggy with it where you stand, you contemplate your next move as the tunes reverberate throughout your skull!

DRINK STATUS: YEP, STILL SOBER!
>JUST DANCE HERE! YOU’VE GOT LY AND NATS, WHO CARES ABOUT THE OTHERS!?
>TRACK DOWN SYBIL! SHE KNOWS HOW TO MOVE IT!
>FIND MITZI! SHE SEEMS LIKE A FUN GAL TO DANCE WITH!
>SNIFF OUT DENISE! IF SHE SNUCK OFF ALREADY…
>HIT THE BAR–YOU GOTTA LOOSEN UP FIRST!
>COME BACK HERE LATER–YOU’VE GOT A FEW OTHER PLACES TO CHECK OUT!
>WRITE-IN!

FOLLOW-UP QUESTION: WHAT MUSIC IS PLAYING? REMEMBER, YOU GAVE THESE GUYS A WHOLE COLLEGE RECORD STORE’S-WORTH OF TUNES!
>WRITE-IN THE SONG!

>>5346410
>SNIFF OUT DENISE! IF SHE SNUCK OFF ALREADY…
Let’s give her a hand for once. It’s a party after all.

>>5346410
>SNIFF OUT DENISE! IF SHE SNUCK OFF ALREADY…

>>5346410
>TRACK DOWN SYBIL! SHE KNOWS HOW TO MOVE IT!

A Space Age Love Song - Flock of Seagulls
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gOK3rqVgN2I

Black Tide - Warriors of Time
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5VKCLohLM48

Cliffs of Dover - Eric Johnson
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aiRn3Zlw3Rw

Dweller on the Threshold - Van Morrison
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KhdUha-ecBc

Expose - Come and Go with Me
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SGi3AvfFfuA

Falco - Der Kommissar
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-bgiiTxhzM

George Benson - Give Me The Night
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=imYJpr09IgQ

Hank Williams - Hey Good Lookin'
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2PqfDyPAcBw

It's My Life - No Doubt
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpUgcEc3iLw

Justice - D.A.N.C.E.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sy1dYFGkPUE

King Crimson - 21st Century Schizoid Man
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JLstJH23p7k

Led By Lanterns - Alive (feat. Tobi Duncan of Trash Boat)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bBoOIftnCAI

Marty Robbins - Big Iron
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zzICMIu5zFY

No Que No - Rigo Tovar
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f_q_VRfz5PI

O-Zone - Dragostea Din Tei
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnopHCL1Jk8

Peanut Butter Jelly - Galantis
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4jBDnYE1WjI

Quiereme - Los Bukis
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cUQZILrshZw

Real McCoy - Another Night
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pav2f4b-1ZE

Slamalists Reinjamnation - Quad City DJs vs. Shoji Meguro
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nHOYasiebE4

Twisted Method - Shine
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3mEinQlCcR0

Under Pressure - Queen & David Bowie
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YoDh_gHDvkk

Varsity - "Reason To Run"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-UxgHWDIoNM

We like to Party! - Vengaboys
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Zbi0XmGtMw

Yashua - Flyday Chinatown
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5syUvHEQcv8

ZZ Top - La Grange
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vppbdf-qtGU

>>5346501
Hell YEA, anon! I asked for tunes and you friggin' DELIVERED! Props to the King Crimson and ZZ Top.

>>5346477
>>5346500
>SNIFF OUT DENISE!

>>5346501
>SCOUR FOR SYBIL!

Looks like we're DORK HUNTING! ROLL ME 1d100+5 (+5 BUNNY SUIT, +5 DEMON STRENGTH, -5 CRAZY-ASS DANCE FLOOR) TO TRACK HER DOWN! I'LL TAKE THE BEST OF 3 ROLLS!

Rolled 54 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>5346546

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Rolled 21 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>5346546
nat 1 and our embarrassing bunnysuit is revealed

Rolled 71 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>5346546
It's what I do.

>>5346547
>>5346559
>>5346560
>HIGHEST ROLL: 76!

Yessir, that'll do 'er! Writing!

>>5346559
Down, boy! Down!

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>>5346573
My crit powers are a majestic force and I shall utilize them as such.

>>5346580
You know not the strength you wield, fool! You will doom us all!

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https://youtu.be/nHOYasiebE4
The horde of undead dancers bursts into cheers as a new jam blasts its way across the Drive-In! Adjusting your hip-shakin’ rhythm accordingly, a chilling thought crosses your mind! Denise, you hiss under your breath, she’s probably totally losing it right now!

“She ain’t much of a people person, true…” Ly remarks as you dance your way through the crowd! You don’t get it, Ly, you continue as you squeeze past a pair of skeleton pirates doing a jig, you’ve gotta find her!

“That’s really sweet of you to look out for your friends, sis!” Adds Nats as a skeleton in army fatigues starts busting INSANE MOVES on the floor in front of you, “Let’s check up on her and dance a little!”

It’s not that at all, you growl as you politely clap for the breakdancer, if she panics too much she might, like, pass out or something! That’d totally kill the mood! Plus guess who’d totally have to take care of her for the rest of the night?!

“Ah… didn’t uh… didn’t think of that one! Ha ha…”

Creeping across the dance floor like a rat through a particularly-colorful maze, you’re just about to give up and leave Denise to her inevitable demise when your rubber boots nearly slip on a wet patch of the floor! Damn it, you snarl, there’s always someone pissing on the dance floor!

“Wait, Stan, NERVOUS SYSTEM’S givin' me a report here… Dat’ ain’t piss! It’s SWEAT!”

Hot dog, he’s right! And wanting nothing to do with the stuff, the dancers around you avoid the puddles of sweat like the plague! Big deal, you shrug, these could belong to anyone!

“Do skeletons sweat, though? I haven’t paid attention.” Asks Nat innocently.

Hey, she’s got a point there! Tracking the pools like a particularly groovy bloodhound, you push past into a circle of dancers to find your quarry…

GETTING JIGGY WITH IT!?

“STAN!” Chirps Denise as she flails around the dance floor like a possessed scarecrow, “P-PLEASE JOIN ME!”

Looks like some other skeletons beat you to the punch… Surrounded by a cadre of greaser gals and buccaneers, the dweeb actually appears to be having a GOOD TIME! Flabbergasted, you shake your groove thang over to her and ‘get down’ at a safe distance from the geek’s sweaty mop top!

Denise, you observe as the two of you go to funky town, you’re not DEAD!

“I KNOW!” She giggles as her oversized labcoat flops around with her spastic movements, “ISN’T IT G-GREAT!?”

You can’t believe you’re thinking it, but seeing her this excited… well, it’s not terrible...

>CONTD.

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>>5346603
SO, you shout as the music gets even louder, somehow, YOU ENJOYING YOURSELF!?

“YEA!” Giggles the scientist as she begins flailing around like one of those decorative inflatable tube men they have at used car dealerships, “I-IF I JUST TAKE IT EASY I SHOULD BE FINE! D-DID YOU SEE SYBIL? O-OR MITZI? ERRR, OR TALBIE?”

There she goes using that nickname again… NO, you reply with a shake of your head, YOU HAVEN’T!

“THAT’S OKAY!” Replies Dr. Venaas as she drops into some kind of Russian kick dance, “I’M J-JUST GLAD YOU’RE DANCING WITH ME!”

She’d better be! Letting the beat take over, the two of you attract a small crowd of other dancers as you continue to shake it! HEY, you begin-

“WHA?!” Denise shouts, craning her ear in your direction, “I-I’M AFRAID I CAN’T HEAR YOU!”

“Yea, dis’ place ain’t exactly conductive fer’ a conversation, huh?” Ly muses as you reconsider what you’re actually trying to do.

“Who needs WORDS when you’re on the DANCE FLOOR!?” Giggles Nats as she pronounces ‘dance floor’ like an old-timey starlet! “Let your BODY do the talking!”

Yea, you’ll think about it. In the meantime, though, did you just wanna check in, or?

>BRING DENISE OVER TO A QUIETER AREA TO TALK!
>TAKE DENISE AND TRY TO TRACK DOWN THE OTHERS!
>LEAVE DENISE AND FIND SOMEONE ELSE (MITZI? SYB?)
>GO GRAB A DRINK AT THE BAR!
>CHALLENGE DENISE TO A DANCE-OFF!
>HEAD SOMEWHERE ELSE!
>WRITE-IN!

>>5346605
>TAKE DENISE AND TRY TO TRACK DOWN THE OTHERS!

>>5346605
>BRING DENISE OVER TO A QUIETER AREA TO TALK!
>GO GRAB A DRINK AT THE BAR!

>>5346676
She needs some H2O in her or she'll die on the dance floor.

Calling it here tonight, folks--getting late on my end and I'm feelin' it. Should have more THURSDAY AROUND 10-11AM PST! Hope to see you then!

>>5346605
>BRING DENISE OVER TO A QUIETER AREA TO TALK!
>GO GRAB A DRINK AT THE BAR!

Water Denise ofc

>>5346686
>>5346676
These. We must ensure the nerd is properly hydrated.

>>5346605
>>5346686 +1

>>5346610
>TRACK DOWN THE OTHERS WITH DENISE!

>>5346676
>>5346686
>>5346748
>>5346801
>HEAD SOMEWHERE QUIETER AND GRAB A DRINK!

Proper hydration is key, folks! Writing!

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>>5347198
As amusing as it is to watch Denise flail her arms around like a madwoman, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a tad bit thirsty. Judging by the growing pool of sweat under her waifish body, you’re guessing she could use something too.

Braving the blonde tornado that is Denise, you grab her firmly by the collar and shout/ask if she wants a drink!

“AN E-EXCELLENT IDEA!” She shouts back as her frantic movements slow down somewhat, “IN ALL MY ‘BOOGYING’ I NEGLECTED TO CONSIDER THE AMOUNT OF ENERGY I’D BURN THROUGH–SOME ELECTROLYTIC-”

YOU CAN JUST SAY ‘YES’, Y’KNOW! Leading her through the crowd towards the bar, you feel a slight tingle in your inner ear.

“Hey, where’d da’ trash panda run off to?”

You answer your skeleton with a noncommittal shrug–she’s probably off foraging for food or getting run over–she’ll find her way back eventually!

Pushing through a maze of dancing skeletons, you finally manage to locate a clear section of the bar and unceremoniously drop the nerd onto one of the vacant crates being used as stools!

“EYYYY, STANLEY, RIGHT?” Observes one of the bartenders as an exhausted Denise flops onto his bar, “BOSS SAYS YOUR DRINKS ARE COMPED TONIGHT AS LONG AS YA’ DON’T GO OVERBOARD!”

You don’t even know the meaning of the word, you reply with a sly grin!

“THAT’S THE SPIRIT, KID! WHAT CAN I POISON YOU LADIES WITH TONIGHT?”

SHE’LL start with a tall glass of WATER, you begin, pointing a finger at Denise’s grinning, albeit near-comatose form next to you.

“AND I’LL H-HAVE A BEER T-TOO!” She announces, raising a trembling, noodly arm into the air! “T-TO CELEBRATE!”

Well damn, you blink, guess she’s having a beer too! You’ll have what she’s having!

“GOTCHA, BOSS!” Nods the bartender as he slips below the bar. Peering over to see where he disappeared to, you feel a small, clammy hand land on your back!

“Stanley, c-could I say something to you, please? Wh-while we’re alone?”

Alarms go off in your head as you raise a hand motioning for her to stop–wait until the drinks arrive, dick!

Something tells you you’re gonna need one…

>CONTD.

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>>5347298
Plopping two frosty mugs of ale and a glass of ice water in front of you with a wink, the bartender escapes to another end of the bar as you take your drink and clink it against Denise’s. So, you begin in a wary tone before taking a swig, what’s up?

Gulping down half the glass of water in one go, Denise adjusts her glasses a bit before giving you a determined sigh. “I… I know you don’t like me very much, Stanley.”

You blink in response. About time she noticed!

“A-and I get it:” She adds in a surprisingly confident tone! “I don’t read the r-room well, I t-tend to grate on people’s nerves, a-and my healthcare providers tell me I have a tendency to be somewhat neurotic.”

Wow, you retort, those degrees of theirs really pay for themselves, huh? Taking her mug in hand, Denise guzzles half of the booze in one swig before slamming it back onto the counter!

“And t-truth be told, for a long t-time I DESPISED you, Stanley… when you ruined Chess Club for me, I added you to the list of names on my R-REVENGE LIST… r-right near the top, actually.”

Finishing her beer like a pro, the dweeb gives you a long, hard stare through her pizza-sized spectacles. “You… you did it all so EFFORTLESSLY, y-you know!? Playing Chess w-was the one thing my father and I h-had, a-and you just waltzed in and dashed everything I had w-worked for on the floor l-like a spilled plate of sp-sp-SPAGHETTI!”

Sheesh, mean drunk, you mutter as the bar patrons around you start to stare. Okay, you nod, what’s her point here, exactly?

“M-my point, Stan,” Continues the dweeb as she flags down a bartender for a refill, “I-Is that for a long t-time, THAT was my image of you… A d-destructive simpleton… a b-bully…”

Receiving her second drink and taking another hearty sip, Denise lets out another long sigh before continuing. “But w-when I met you again, y-you proved me wrong… y-you may be rough around the e-edges, Stanley, but behind that pr-prickly exterior is a genuinely caring a-and brave woman… one that didn’t j-just spare me in that h-horrible laboratory, b-but also t-took me along as an a-ally even when I didn’t deserve it…”

A shaky, but genuine smile slowly forms on the girl’s face. “So th-thank you, Stanley… for exceeding my expectations once again. A-and I know it’s t-tough–n-no one knows that better than I d-do–but I hope that o-once th-this is all over y-you’ll ch-change your m-mind about me… s-some day…”

Giving your unfinished beer a polite clink, Denise finishes hers and gently pushes the empty mug over to the other side of the bar. “Th-that’s enough b-booze f-for me, h-ha ha…”

Well… you mutter as you raise your drink to your lips, shit...

>CONTD.

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>>5347300
Still recovering from the sudden bout of word vomit from your dance partner, you take another sip from your glass as you contemplate how exactly to respond.

“Huh.” Ly remarks, “Ain’t dat’ somethin’.”

“Wow, Stan…” Nats adds, “She really poured her heart out to you, huh?”

“I-I’M SORRY!” The scientist sputters, “I-I ruined the mood, d-didn’t I? I always do that… L-look, Stanley, wh-why don’t we just talk about s-something else, hmm?”

Well at least you can hear each other now, right? What do you tackle next?
DRINK STATUS: STILL PRETTY SOBER. :C
>APOLOGIZE FOR BEING SO FREAKISHLY GOOD AT CHESS-YOU DIDN’T MEAN TO RUIN IT FOR HER!
>JUST TELL HER IT’S ALL GOOD AND CLINK THAT GLASS! NO NEED TO GO CRAZY HERE!
>GIVE THIS SWEATY GOBLIN A HUG–SHE’S EARNED ONE!
>CHANGE THE SUBJECT QUICKLY! NO TIME TO LOSE!
>GIVE HER A NOOGIE! THE HELL IS SHE DOING DROPPING A BOMB ON YOU LIKE THAT?
>WHOOPS, YOU GOTTA GO FIND SYB OR MITZ! BACK IN A BIT!
>WRITE-IN!

>GIVE THIS SWEATY GOBLIN A HUG–SHE’S EARNED ONE!

>>5347301
>>GIVE THIS SWEATY GOBLIN A HUG–SHE’S EARNED ONE!

>>5347301
>GIVE THIS SWEATY GOBLIN A HUG–SHE’S EARNED ONE!
But make sure we toss a stiff glare at anybody who takes too much notice.

>>5347318
>>5347320
>>5347335
>HUG IT OUT, BITCH!
Writing!

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Giving the surrounding patrons a preemptive glare, you give Denise a long, hard stare before tackling her into a hug! Yelping in surprise, the scientist sits stunned for a moment as you briefly regret wrapping your arms around the sweatiest member of the team. Just when you’re about to release her and track down some paper towels for your arms, Denise returns your gesture with a shaky hug of her own!

“H-heheh… O-okay…”

Just… just quit being weird for a sec and accept the hug, you hiss, lingering in the embrace for a few more seconds. Jeez…

“I kn-know I’m n-not the most helpful one on the team, Stanley,” She continues, “B-but wh-whatever happens tomorrow, I h-hope I can continue t-to assist in any w-way I can…”

Well right now she can help by chillaxing, you respond, letting her free from your hug, so DO it!

“Roger th-that!” Giggles Denise with a fake salute! “S-so should w-we track down the others, or?”

Good question! What’s yer’ answer?
DRINK STATUS: GUESS.
>ASK HOW SHE PLANS TO HELP OUT TOMORROW!
>INQUIRE AS TO HOW SHE AND TALBOT ARE DOING. HE WAS KINDA PEEVED AT HER BEFORE!
>ANY UPDATES ON TRAITORS?
>WHAT’S SHE PLAN TO DO ONCE THIS IS ALL OVER?
>LET’S FIND THE OTHERS!
>BE BACK LATER–GONNA DO SOMETHING ELSE REAL QUICK!
>WRITE-IN!

>>5347359
>WHAT’S SHE PLAN TO DO ONCE THIS IS ALL OVER?
>LET’S FIND THE OTHERS!
Find the other girls and have a dance-off.

I bet she would get along with Teevor and Rohdi really well. Teevor’s mind was blow by Talbot’s symbiosis with the goodboynium IIRC, and Denise is the one that figured that out.

>>5347359
>INQUIRE AS TO HOW SHE AND TALBOT ARE DOING. HE WAS KINDA PEEVED AT HER BEFORE!
>LET’S FIND THE OTHERS!

>>5347375

+1

>>5347375
>>5347441
>WHAT'S SHE GONNA DO AFTER THIS?
>FIND THE OTHERS!

>>5347382
>YOU AND TALBOT COOL?
>ALSO FIND THE OTHERS!

Writing!

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=imYJpr09IgQ
Finishing your remaining beer, you sign the counter with your handy dandy PERMANENT MARKER in lieu of a tip before hopping off the makeshift barstool! C’mon, four-eyes, you mutter as you help Denise to her wobbly feet, let’s go track down the other party animals!

“U-Use caution, Stanley…” She warns as you dive into the sea of dancers once again, “They w-were debating over who was the b-better dancer when we sp-split off…”

Well THAT’S an easy question to answer, you reply, puffing out your chest with pride! All the more reason to track Mitz and Syb down! Without the help of any convenient piles of sweat, however, you’re forced to follow your FEMININE INTUITION!

“...‘Dis is gonna take a while, ain’t it?”

“Who CARES?! Listen to these tunes~!” Counters Nats as you scour the crowd for your dumb friends! So, you begin as you drag the dork through a crowd of skeletons sporting afros and funky clothes, what’s her big plan once you totally kick TIM’S ass, huh? Since, y’know, she doesn’t have a lab anymore!

“True… well g-given the circumstances, It’d be a dream c-come true to survey that ATLANTEAN LAB y-you tracked down… from what I’ve gl-gleaned from Teevor and Rodhi, there’s a tr-treasure trove of information just waiting to be unearthed!”

Well she’d better steer clear of the whole ‘DEMON SUMMONING’ variety, you warn, or you’re gonna enroll her in a free seminar on GETTING HER ASS KICKED! A full scholarship!

“Yes, Teevor mentioned so-something similar…” Denise explains as you pass a quartet of tap dancers. “N-not my field of expert-tise, thankfully… now that OTHER technology, though…”

The scientist grins from ear to ear. Well, you remark as you continue your search, she’ll have plenty of help from those two–that should speed things along, right?

“I’m not so s-sure…” Denise replies with a slight frown. “Wh-when I asked if they would assist me once order is restored, they d-declined…”

Well that’s stupid, you growl, what ELSE do they have going on after this!?

“My thoughts ex-exactly… maybe they wish to learn more about human technology? They seemed quite enthralled with the car we rode up here…”

You respond with a shrug. Nerds–you just don’t get ‘em!

>CONTD.

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>>5347502
Just when you’re about to join a nearby conga line, you hear a familiar, perpetually-chill voice from deeper in the crowd!

“-nd that cute little tooth of hers, right? Man-”

Before you can connect the dots, some familiar faces do it for you: emerging from the crowd ahead, both Syb and Mitzi giggle before the latter gasps with faux-shock!

“Uhh, do you mind, Stan? We’re having a PRIVATE conversation here.”

“Top Secret!” Sybil adds with a snicker!

Yea, very secret, dummies–they’re chatting in the middle of the friggin’ dancefloor!

“Well shoot, ya’ got me there, boss.” Mitzi shrugs with a half-smile.

“Jokes aside, I didn’t expect to see you down here so soon, Stanley!” Observes Sybil with a cheerful grin on her pale face! “What a pleasant surprise!”

“Told ya’ she’d come sniffin’ around for me.” Laughs Mitz as she gives you a wink! “Just kiddin’. And hey, you even found Denny!” Giving the scientist’s bird’s nest hair a playful tousle, the Rent-A-Cop raises an eyebrow your way. “Didja see her moves?”

“She’s fantastic!” Sybil adds as a big, dopey grin forms on Denise’s face. “We got separated when we obtained drinks, though–this is quite the dance floor!”

“And here we are NOT dancing!” Mitzi groans impatiently! “What’s the deal?”

The deal, you reply with a mischievous grin on your face, is that you heard they were trying to settle who the best dancer was…

“Heard about that, huh?” Remarks Mitzi with a glint in her eye! “Well we’ve got a practitioner of the scientific method here–why don’t we put that theory to test?”

“Let’s!” Sybil replies with a competitive spark in her voice! “It’s been a while since I’ve dragged Stanley to the club…”

That’s because she kept taking you to the one with all the Goth people and big cages, you counter! This playing field’s even…er!

“I’m st-still a little tired, so I can j-judge!” Denise announces, prompting a trio of hard glares her way.

“Yea, nah–we’re gonna need someone impartial.” Mitzi replies before tapping a nearby skeleton biker on the shoulder. “Hey buddy, you and your pals wanna judge a dance contest?”

“WOULD I!” Roars the skeleton!

“Cool. We’re gonna hash out what I get when I win first, so don’t go away.” Giving the judge another friendly pat on the shoulder, Mitzi turns back your way with crossed arms and a predatory grin!

“So, boss, what DO I get when I win?”

“Rather, what do I get when I win, hm?” Counters Syb as she hip-checks the Rent-A-Cop out of the way!

“Ooh boy, things are heatin’ up, sis!”

Yea, you noticed.

>CONTD.

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>>5347503
It takes you a few moments to go over the nitty-gritty's…

QUESTION 1: WHAT ARE THE STAKES?!
>WINNER GETS BOOZE!
>LOSERS HAVE TO DO A DARE PROVIDED BY THE WINNER!
>NO STAKES, JUST FUN!
>LOSERS SHARE AN EMBARRASSING SECRET!
>LOSERS BUY THE WINNER DINNER WHEN THIS IS ALL OVER!
>WRITE-IN!

QUESTION 2: WHAT SONG WILL STAN DANCE TO? WRITE-IN SOMETHING FUNKY OR RISK BONES CHOOSING SOMETHING STUPID! ALSO YOU’LL GET A +5 MODIFIER!

>WRITE-IN STAN’S SONG!

QUESTION 3: WHAT SONG WILL MITZI DANCE TO? WRITING IN SOMETHING FITTING WILL GIVE HER A -5 MODIFIER!
>WRITE-IN MITZI’S SONG!!

QUESTION 4: WHAT SONG WILL SYBIL DANCE TO? WRITING IN SOMETHING FITTING WILL GIVE HER A -5 MODIFIER!
>WRITE-IN SYBIL’S SONG!

>>5347508
>LOSERS HAVE TO DO A DARE PROVIDED BY THE WINNER!
>STAN
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NF-kLy44Hls
>MITZI
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5_fUftP91lc
>SYBIL
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PIb6AZdTr-A

I stan the Stan so ofc I gave everyone else unfitting songs. Someone do better than me.

>>5347508
>LOSERS SHARE AN EMBARRASSING SECRET!
Or
>LOSERS HAVE TO DO A DARE PROVIDED BY THE WINNER!
Whichever seems more popular. I’m down with either.

>>5347570
> I stan the Stan so ofc I gave everyone else unfitting songs. Someone do better than me.
Don’t look at me, dude. My musical listening consists of classic rock and metal. That’s it.

>>5347595
>>5347508

Kek let's have them do both if they lose.

I was gonna have Syb actually do
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wuJIqmha2Hk
And though it is a middle-finger at her gothiness, it isn't dance-party worthy.

Based music tastes btw.

>>5347508
>LOSERS SHARE AN EMBARRASSING SECRET!

But alas, I lack culture to suggest songs.

>>5347597

Alternatively, for Stan, I would've suggested:
>1
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k8f4lcwKz6g

>2
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QzlNFcT2aOE
>3
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GcnGOaIau1M&t=0s
>4
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=suRsxpoAc5w

But Daft Punk has a hell of a vibe. And Stan needs some vibing after the Atlantean shitshow she just went through.

Feel free to give some extra input, anons.

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>>5347595
>>5347597
>EMBARRASSING SECRET AND DARE!

>>5347598
>JUST SECRET PLZ

Not bad song choices, folks, not bad at all... here's how it's gonna go, then:

ROLL ME 1d100+15 (+5 SONG CHOICE, +5 BUNNY SUIT, +5 DEMON STRENGTH, +5 FENCER'S FEMURS, -5 TOUGH COMPETITION) TO STRUT IT! I'LL TAKE THE BEST OF 3 ROLLS!

Once three rolls have been made, I'll roll 3d100 for both MITZ and SYB! BONEUSES and MALUSES are as follows:

MITZ:
+5 AUTOGRAPH BONEUS, YOU FOOLS!
+5 TOMBOY TREADS (STUPID SEXY MITZI!)
+5 ACTUAL DANCING EXPERIENCE! OH NO!
-5 SONG CHOICE!

SYBIL:
+5 GOTH RACIAL BONEUS TO DANCING!
-5 SONG CHOICE!

Best of luck! Don't forget to include any DANCE MOVES you can think of! Stan's social life is at stake!

>>5347597
> Kek let's have them do both if they lose.
I’m down with that.

>Based music tastes btw.
Thanks.

>>5347603
I think I like number two the best here.

It’s not exactly goth (not even close, really), but I think this might suit Syb a bit:
https://youtu.be/stfn-WS3bE4

This would be easier were I at home.

>>5347615
We need to focus on leg work. We got Fencer’s Femurs and Emu Legs. That’s our best bet. Something with a lot of pirouettes and maybe a moon-walk or two.

Rolled 16 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>5347615
roll time-- my time to shine!

>>5347618

Something like this?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-zQm5jfiu4w
Damn there's a hell of a dance-worthy song here.

Gonna call it here tonight, folks--getting tired and wanna be fresh and funky for whatever weird-ass dance routine I have to piece together in the next update. Seeya then!

Also, word of warning: Sybil and Mitzi WILL be bringing their A-GAME!

Rolled 98 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>5347618
Forgot me dice.

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>5347615

The real question, can Mitz or Syb pull a 100?

>>5347644
The answer: If either of them do, then Bones rigged this shit hard.

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>>5347644
How about can we pull some more ones?

Rolled 2, 16, 63 + 15 = 96 (3d100 + 15)

>>5347619
>>5347638
>>5347641
>HIGHEST ROLL: 113!

Tough competition indeed... let's see how MITZI fares! 3d100+15, here goes! Syb's next!

Rolled 61, 28, 12 = 101 (3d100)

>>5348200
Ooh, not good enough! And now SYBIL! 3d100! I'll be writing after this roll!

>>5348201
>>5348200
Here's the dance moves.

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

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Oh, you’ve got a bet for them, alright! And it’s got some CHEST HAIR! Losers, A.K.A THEM, you clarify with a cheeky grin, have to SHARE AN EMBARRASSING SECRET! And you mean ‘EMBARRASSING, not, like, something kinda funny!

“Pssh, kid’s stuff.” Mitzi snickers as Syb muffles her own giggle with her hand. “Thought this was a party, Stan, not Kindergarten-”

AND, you add in a menacing tone, the losers ALSO have to do… A DARE! AND THE WINNER DECIDES WHAT THAT IS!
https://youtu.be/tPs2m9_7cls
“Oh… oh dear.” Sybil mutters as fear grows in her eyes.

“What’s up? You backin’ out already?” Asks Mitzi as she nudges The Goth in her ribs!

“N-no,” She replies in a shaky voice, “I just know that Stan can get, erm, very creative when it comes to dares…”

“No sweat, purp--she ain’t gonna win!” Laughs the Rent-A-Cop as she taps the skeleton judge on the shoulder again. “Hey pal, can one of your buddies take a few song requests up to the DJ?”

“Arrr, ‘twill be a cold day in ‘ell fore BILLY BLINDEYE fails ta’ be deliverin’ a missive!” Boasts one of the biker’s pirate pals dancing next to him!

“Sweet. Got a few songs for ya. You wanna go first, Stan?”

Nah, you grin, you prefer to save the best for LAST!

“Cool. Poke me when you and Syb have gone, then.”

That’s NOT what you meant and she KNOWS it!

>CONTD.

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>>5348304
By the time the song requests are set up, a massive crowd has already formed around your entourage.

“Best of l-luck!” Cheers Denise as Sybil takes to the dance floor! Tightening the leather straps on her TALL-ASS GOTH PLATFORM BOOTS, she pauses to scan the crowd with an impatient frown on her face.

“D’aww, is she looking for Artie? That’s a bummer!” Nats remarks as Sybil gives the DJ the signal to begin!

“Wonder what kinda song she picked!” Ly adds as the lights dim around you! “Gonna be a hard act ta’ follow!”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PIb6AZdTr-A
Oh.

“... huh.”

Swaying to the beat like a stalk of seaweed, you can’t help but be a little impressed by just how smooth Syb’s moves are. Like, if you didn’t know her better you’d think she was some kind of noodle/human hybrid!

Stepping and twirling to the beat, Sybil’s certainly has the form down! Spinning around the circle, The Goth’s confidence grows with each step, and before long she’s got the whole crowd clapping to the unusually-cheerful beat!

“Is… is this normal?” Asks Nats as Sybil shimmies across the floor!

“Not fer’ her, nah…” Ly answers with noticeable concern in his voice. “They never played dis’ stuff at da’ Goth Clubs…”

Despite the odd music choice, the girl OWNS it! Hand-jivin’ to the beat, your BFF sends a challenging glare your way before finishing with one final trick! Blinking out of view for a second, the crowd goes wild as Sybil reappears in the air and twirls all the way back down to the ground! Landing gracefully on her pointed toes, The Goth ends the song by flicking a hand through her hair before leaving the circle with a cocky smirk!

Needless to say, the crowd LOVES it!

“W-wOW!” Denise sputters while frantically-clapping, “Th-that was amazing, Sybil!”

“Ohh, it wasn’t that good…” The Goth replies, covering up a giggle with her pale hand!

“Pretty bold of you to do that aerial trick wearing a long sweater.” Mitzi remarks, prompting the small amount of color remaining on Sybil’s face to drain in shock. “Whatja think, boss? You nervous yet?”

No-friggin’-way, you reply! But she’d better be!

“Hey now, play your cards right and I’ll go easy on your dare, Stan.” Mitzi winks as Sybil slinks behind you and Denise still paralyzed with embarrassment. Crossing your arms impatiently, you raise an eyebrow at Mitzi as she takes a moment to stretch before entering the circle.

Man, what a TRYHARD!

>CONTD.

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>>5348305
Recognized immediately by the signatures all over her armor, the crowd immediately bursts into cheers as the terrible tomboy takes to the dance floor! Responding to them with a nonchalant wave like the total BITCH she is, Mitzi gives you and Syb a half-smirk as the next song begins!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5_fUftP91lc

In typical Mitzi fashion, the Rent-A-Cop starts off slow–step, touch, step, touch… but with each move she makes, you notice a new addition, starting with a subtle sway of her hips. Adding her arms and torso into the mix, it’s not long before Mitzi’s moving everything--gyrating to the beat, she maintains a confident grin on her face as her movements captivate the whole crowd, even YOU!

“Cripes,” Ly remarks as he watches her move, “She’s uh… she really knows how ta’ move it…”

Still hypnotized, you respond with a weak nod as Mitzi moves around the circle timing her hip movements to the beat! As the crowd claps to her rhythm, the tomboy lingers in front of you to send a teasing wink your way–hey, that’s CHEATING!

Departing before you can call her out, Mitzi puts her whole body into the final section of the song. Sybil was good, of course, but her… if Sybil’s a noodle, Mitzi’s a charmed snake! Probably those damned abs of hers. Stupid Mitzi.

As the last few notes of the song trail off, the Rent-A-Cop finishes with the same poise and confidence she had going in. Shaking a single drop of sweat out of her cinnamon-colored hair, she gives the roaring crowd another half-hearted wave as she returns to your side of the circle smirking like she just remembered an old joke.

“So,” she begins as a skeleton hands her a fresh bottle of beer, “Whatja’ think?”

“I-I-IT’S SO HARD TO DECIIIDE!” Denise moans as she tugs at her frazzled hair! “Y-you’ve got the m-moves, Mitzi! J-j-jealous…”

“Eh, it’s all in the hips.” Mitz shrugs, giving hers one more shake before chugging half the bottle. “Phew… hey, you wanna picture, Stan? It’ll last longer~”

You don’t want anything, you counter as you quickly avert your eyes from your smug opponent! Except for her to promise not to CRY once you kick her butt!

“Knock ‘em dead, boss. No pressure.” Ignoring her cheeky wink and Syb’s quiet giggle, you crack your knuckles as you make your way to the dance floor.

“Hell yea, sis! You got this!” Nats chirps as the lights dim around you!

“I know I don’t gotta say it, cupcake, but uh… don’t lose.” Ly adds in an unsure tone. Gee, THANKS.

“G-GO S-STAN!” Denise hollers, prompting the skeletons around you to explode into cheers! Watching your adoring fans shower you with praise, a toothy grin forms on your face.

Now that’s what you’re talkin’ about!

>CONTD.

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>>5348306
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NF-kLy44Hls

You hate to admit it, but you’re nowhere near as coordinated as Syb and Mitzi are, so you stick with your strengths! Swaying your hips to the slow beat, you let your legs do the talkin’ as the song gets started!

Stepping in time with the beat, your BONEUSES give your legs and hips articulation you wouldn’t have otherwise, and as you shimmy and kick around the floor, it isn’t long before the rest of the crowd gets into it too!

As the crowd starts to clap in rhythm, you bring your arms and torso into the dance too–shifting and swaying like your life depends on it! And it does, kinda!

Taking a few chances, you mix in a few risky moves you remember from MeTube like that moonwalk move you always see people do!

“Holy COW,” Ly remarks as you slide backwards along the flashy floor, “When did we learn ta’ do DAT?”

Uh, never, you smirk, pirouetting into a series of hip thrusts! It’s all natural, baby!

Losing yourself to the groove, you don’t even have to think about what you’re gonna do next–your movement becomes fluid as the crowd gets increasingly more hype, and as the song reaches its last few bars, you end your routine with a BANG!

WHAT’S YOUR FINISHING MOVE?! NO ROLLS NEEDED!
>THE TRADEMARK FLIP AND KNEE-SLIDE, OF COURSE!
>GET UP IN MITZ AND SYB’S GRILLES!
>YOU’VE GOT GUNS–FIRE SOME OF THOSE!
>SPIN UNTIL YOU CAN’T SEE STRAIGHT!
>WRITE-IN!

>>5348311
>>THE TRADEMARK FLIP AND KNEE-SLIDE, OF COURSE!
>>GET UP IN MITZ AND SYB’S GRILLES!

>>5348311

> USE YOUR ELEMENTAL POWERS TO REALLY CRANK UP THE HEAT

>>5348314
Dis.

>>5348311
Standing doubleback flip to a front split.

Disregard this >>5348339

Do both of these.
>>5348314
>>5348329

I am the same anon, if that weren’t obvious.

>>5348314
>>5348329
>>5348373
>THE CLASSIC
>AND GET UP IN THEIR GRILLES
>ALSO MAYBE ADD SOME FIRE TO IT

>>5348340
>FUCK IT, LET'S ADD THIS IN THERE TOO! WE CAN SLIDE AND SPLIT, THIS IS BONES QUEST, DAMN IT

That's the ticket, folks. Wouldn't be Stan without overwhelming amounts of rubbing it in your opponent's faces! Writing!

>>5348373
Same anon, huh? I'm watching you, punk! Tread carefully!

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Empowered by the cheering crowd, you decide to go a little ‘nuts’ as they say and try a new twist on an old classic! Starting by taking a few steps back from where Mitz and Syb are, you wait for the right moment in the song before leaping into action–literally!

“Hahaha, oh shit, here it comes!” Ly announces as you rush forward, but then push off the floor with both feet! Carried forward by your momentum, you tuck and lean into a backwards somersault… but not before flicking the ‘switch’ to activate your ELEMENTAL POWERS!

Sending flames into the air mid-spin using your BONE CLAWS, you add an extra helping of icing on the cake by adding ANOTHER spin! As the crowd erupts in baffled cheers and both Syb and Mitz’ unflappable expressions become, well, flappable, you feel time slow to a crawl as you descend like a phoenix towards the floor below!

Landing in a forwards-split made possible thanks to the handy articulation only COVERALLS and MAGICAL BUNNY SUITS can provide, you slide over to your opponents dragging your burning claws along the ground! Besides totally ruining the floor, you end the song panting in front of Syb and Mitz with a trail of fire behind you!

For a moment, all is silent save for the gunfire at the range and the countless other partygoers, but you get the idea! Just when you’re about to tell the judge to get his shit in gear, he gets it!

“Ladies and Gentlebones,” announces the biker as he strides over to your still-prone form, “We have a friggin’ WINNER!”

Exploding into cheers, the audience doesn’t seem to have any problems with the results! Sharing a ‘what can ya do’ shrug, both Syb and Mitzi approach you along with Denise.

“Th-that f-finale!” The geek gushes, looking to your two opponents for approval, “F-fantastic, Stanley! A-and the splits!”

“Now THAT’S dancing!” Laughs Nats’ disembodied voice!

“It’s definitely somethin’, ain’t it?” Remarks Ly.

“Where did you learn those moves, anyways?” Asks Syb as she straightens out her sweater. “Your powers are new, of course, but-”

But nothin’, you reply with a grin, they’re all-natural!

“And, for what it’s worth, really cool.” Mitzi adds as a smile forms on her face! “You uh… you comfortable down there?”

Nope, you’re stuck! Help, by the way.

>CONTD.

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>>5348484
After being carefully lifted by your pals, you take a moment to catch your breath as the DJ resumes spinning tracks!
https://youtu.be/Pav2f4b-1ZE

“So,” Mitzi begins as you all resume groovin’ to the beat, “Guess we owe you a SECRET and a DARE, huh?”

That’s right, bitch, and you want ‘em NOW!

“Eerm, what’s first?” Asks Sybil as Denise lingers just close enough to eavesdrop! “A-and we have the ability to veto, right?”

Wrong! Let’s start with those EMBARRASSING SECRETS, you command as you usher the losers over to a quieter area! And don’t even THINK of skimpin’ on the details or Ly will know!

“I will!” Warns your skeleton’s disembodied voice! “Ready, Stan!”

“It cool if I go first?” Asks Mitzi in a slightly less-confident tone than before. It very cool, you smirk! Lay it on me!

“Alright, here goes…” Begins the tomboy with a short, steadying sigh. “No laughing, got it?!”

No promises! GO!

“Worth a try… so before I was all into water polo and swimming and stuff, I’d spend a lot of my time down at the beach.” She explains. “Musta’ been the Summer between eighth an’ ninth grade or something, so I was still kinda young, y’know?”

Sure, you nod, struggling to imagine a younger Mitzi despite having gone to Summer Camp with her. Would she have pigtails? Braces? Flowers in her hair?

“I went there alone to get away from sis and dad, but there were a few people hanging around. Being the beach an’ all, the water was a lot choppier than the pool, but I still thought I was bulletproof back then. So when I was swimming and saw a big wave coming, I didn’t really react… until it pushed me underwater into a rock.”

“Oh no! W-what happened next?!” Asks Denise as she clasps her cheeks in shock!

Yea, you nod, that’s not embarrassing at all!

“I’m getting there, sheesh!” Groans the tomboy before continuing. “So naturally I blacked out… when I came to, though, I felt someone’s lips… pressed against mine.”

You feel your eyes nearly pop out of their sockets! What the HELL!? What a CREEP!

“I thought so too until I realized they belonged to the lifeguard!” Laughs Mitz as she sheepishly rubs the back of her neck! “So she pulled back once I woke up, yea? And she and some of the other bystanders were glowing red like tomato people or something!”

“And um… why were they so embarrassed?” Asks Syb, clearly getting into it too!

“That’s the thing…” Mitzi concludes, “When she was giving me mouth-to-mouth, I might have unconsciously reached around and, uh… grabbed her.”

Oh.

“Well…” Sybil stammers with a rapidly-reddening face, “Th-those reflexive actions happen all the ti-”

“Aaand I might have made some noises when she was on top of me.” Sighs Mitzi, prompting everyone to go silent. “Yyyep. Big moment for ole’ Mitz.”

>CONTD.

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>>5348486
As you all struggle to maintain an awkward silence with music booming in your ears, Sybil steps up to the plate to try and salvage things!

“Now now, Mitzi… that might have been embarrassing at the time, but those kinds of things happen to everyone! Why-”

“Yea, yea, quit stallin' and tell YOUR secret already.” Interrupts the tomboy with a malicious glint in her eye! “We’re waiting~”

Yea, you nod eagerly! It’s her turn now!

“I erm… I suppose it is, isn’t it?” Gulps Sybil as she loses a bit of her composure. “Well alright then… once when I was recording a podca-”

EMBARRASSING. SECRET. What’s so hard to grasp, you snarl, smacking your fist against a nearby lamppost!

As you, Mitzi, and even Denise start chanting the word ‘secret’, Sybil finally cracks with a high-pitched squeal/groan! A squroan!

“Okay, OKAY! Stan…”

Yeeeesss?

“I erm… I…” She sputters, frantically checking around her as beads of sweat drip down her face, “P-promise you w-won’t t-tell Art?”

No!

“Just get it over with, purp. Feels better once you get it outta your system.” Mitzi adds impatiently.

“IMAYHAVEHADAHUGEHUGECRUSHONYOURBROTHERWHENWEWEREGROWINGUPANDISTILLTOTALLYDIDBEFOREANDAFTERHEGOTMARRIEDOKAYI’MSORRYINEVERACTEDONITANDISTILLLOVEYOUASLIKEASISTERINEVERHADBUTOHMYGODSTANOHMYGOOODTHEWAYSUEWASALWAYSPRACTICINGMARTIALARTSANDGETTINGALLSWEATYIALWAYSTRIEDTOCOMEOVERWHENHEWASDOINGTHATBECAUSEMYGODHE’SSUCHASTALLIONSTANHE’SSUCHASTALLIONIMEANHOLYCRAPIWASALWAYSSOCLOSETOASKINGTOSPARWITHHIMSOTHATHECOULDTOSSMEONTOTHEPADSAN-”

HOKAYYYY, you interrupt as you cut Sybil off with a chokehold, that was fun, wasn’t it? We had fun! Okay, time for dares–everyone ready for dares?!

“Nope,” Replies Mitzi as she watches Sybil weakly flail in your grasp, “But let’s do it anyways...”

“Grrck… F-forgive me…” Croaks Sybil as you tighten your elbow around her neck. Sounds good to you!

“Are um… are we NOT going to talk about how Sybil could have been our sister-in-l-”

“Just drop it, kid–it’ll only cause more damage…” Ly sighs as you chokeslam your best friend onto the ground! Sweet, stupid Sybil....

>CONTD.

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>>5348493
As she starts to fight back by kicking you in the stomach, you take a moment to consider what DEVIOUS DARES you have for these two!

Q1: WHAT SHALL MITZI DO?
>GET A BUNCH OF HARD DRINKS, MIX ‘EM TOGETHER AND CHUG ‘EM!
>SPEND THE REST OF THE PARTY WITH NO ARMOR OR TANK TOP ON! PANTS ARE FINE!
>FIND ONE OF THE GUYS AND SMACK HIM ON THE BUTT!
>SING KARAOKE IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE DANCE FLOOR!
>YOU’LL THINK OF SOMETHING LATER… BUT SOON!
>WRITE-IN!

Q2: WHAT SHALL SYBIL DO?
>GET A BUNCH OF HARD DRINKS, MIX ‘EM TOGETHER AND CHUG ‘EM!
>PULL YOUR SWEATER DOWN AND WEAR IT LIKE A KILT!
>FIND ONE OF THE GUYS AND SMACK HIM ON THE BUTT! NO, IT CAN’T BE ART, CHEATER!
>SING KARAOKE IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE DANCE FLOOR!
>YOU’LL THINK OF SOMETHING LATER… BUT SOON!