“No… no, please! NyAAAAAAAAAAAAHHG-”You jerk upright to the sound of a woman being torn apart, almost losing your balance in the process. A string of drool drips from the corner of your mouth into the dark, choppy water below-a cold white guide rail spritzed with seafoam and seagull crap being the one thing keeping you from taking an impromptu dip.Shaking the sleep from your tired eyes, you glance around trying to ascertain the source of the blood-curdling shriek.… and immediately regret your decision. No sooner do you remove your eyes from the horizon do you start to feel your lunch well up in your stomach again-calm as the ferry ride’s been so far, you still haven’t been spared from your old friend SEA SICKNESS. Swallowing the lump climbing up your throat you steady yourself against the guide rail for a moment, then wisely sidle up next to the massive INSULATED PIZZA PACK currently sharing the deck with you.The warmth emanating from within the transport bag puts your stomach at ease a bit as you sink into its plush, red side. Enjoy it while you can, you think to yourself as you let out a weary breath, because once you arrive on the island you’re gonna be carrying this thing!A refreshing Summer breeze brushes past the ferry on its way across the Pacific-its tail-end rendered colder by the sun slowly making its way below the horizon. Idly glancing at your CELLPHONE, you find that it’s already been over an hour since you left the ORANGE CLIFFS FERRY TERMINAL-probably longer!>CONTD.
>>5697599Your nausea bested for the time being, you dare to resume your original investigation: the shrieking girl! What’s happening!?Your answer comes from further down the deck. Two girls, one in a blue track jacket and denim shorts, chases around another glasses-clad girl in black yoga pants and a pink sweater you could probably see from low orbit. Giggling like Kindergarteners, their chase continues through the maze of deck chairs and tables with little regard for the other passengers.Not that there are many passengers, that is.Watching the chase with mild interest, your ears catch the sound of something else over the sound of the ship’s engine, the crashing waves, and the nippy sea air:Skateboard wheels. A clack. A muffled swear.Your ears tell you the sounds are coming from behind you towards the back of the boat. The STERN, if you remember correctly… you’re not much of a sailor. As you move to get a better look, you feel something catch your foot that sends you tumbling to the deck in a heap!Your vision flashes as you peel your face out of the puddle of seawater you landed in. Shaking yourself dry, you look back where your foot landed to find the culprit: a THICK BLACK BOOK with the words ‘GREENRIDGE HIGH YEARBOOK’ in bold white lettering on the front.You raise an eyebrow. Weird for someone to just leave one of those lying around…Rising to your shaky legs once more, you hazard another glance towards the boat’s destination and frown. THE ISLAND is still a pinprick on the horizon, meaning you’re gonna be waiting a little bit longer before you hit land again…The question is, how should you spend your time? CHOOSE ONE FOR NOW!>GO SEE WHAT THOSE GIRLS ARE UP TO!>CHECK OUT THE YEARBOOK!>INVESTIGATE THE SKATE NOISES!>HOLD ON… WHY WAS THERE A FLASH WHEN YOU FELL?>TAKE A WALK AROUND THE DECK!>CHECK YOUR PHONE!>WRITE-IN!
>>5697600>HOLD ON… WHY WAS THERE A FLASH WHEN YOU FELL?
>>5697600>CHECK OUT THE YEARBOOK!
>>5697612>>5697645>>5697654>WAIT A MINUTE THAT FLASH>>5697632>YEAR INTERESTED IN THE BOOK!Writing!
>>5697661As you briefly contemplate checking out the contents of the lonesome yearbook, a thought hits you like a runaway boat:Why was there a FLASH when you fell down just now?As if reading your thoughts, you hear something shuffle on the deck above! Glancing upwards, you just barely manage to catch a glimpse of RED before it darts away from the edge to the sound of several light and quick footfalls!Worry settles into your head as your gaze shifts between the stairs leading up to the next deck and your INSULATED PIZZA PACK. You’re pretty sure no one would be able to sneak away with a bright red square backpack big enough to hold a teenager, but there’ll be hell to pay if someone takes a few slices while you’re not looking!Then again, the ferry isn’t that big-whoever the mysterious flasher was will have a hard time hiding!… whoops, phrasing. The person who made the flash. Yep, that’s what you meant. Crap, could you imagine if a flasher was on the boat?Right, chasing down the person! As you rapidly mount the steps to the second deck, your mind wanders back to a weathered old note you saw on the NOTICE BOARD back at the PIZZA PARLOR:’If you find yourself in a stressful situation, don’t freak out! Just ROLL A 1d100 PLUS ANY BONUSES OR MALUSES THAT APPLY TO IT! The BEST OF 3 ROLLS WINS! Be careful of 1’s or 100’s, though--those can result in either COLOSSAL FAILURES or SUCCESSES! Most importantly, don’t forget that ADDING DETAILS TO YOUR ACTIONS and BEING CREATIVE can only help your roll! Heck, it might even give you BONUS POINTS!~Mgmt.’You have no clue who the hell put that note there, but it seems oddly important right now…Anyways, AFTER THEM!>ROLL ME 1d100+5 (+5 Welcome to the Quest Bonus!) to CATCH THIS CREEP! I’LL TAKE THE BEST OF 3 ROLLS!
Rolled 33 + 5 (1d100 + 5)>>5697667
Rolled 41 + 5 (1d100 + 5)>>5697667
Rolled 11 + 5 (1d100 + 5)>>5697667
>>5697676>>5697678>>5697688>HIGHEST ROLL: 46!Writing! Just to keep things clear here:>1: CRIT FAIL>2-30: Fail Badly>30-49: Fail Not So Badly>50-60: Barely Succeed>60-85: Succeed!>86-99: Succeed WELL!>100: CRIT SUCCESS!Hope that makes sense and is fair enough! Obviously some of these values depend on context as well! Writing!
You must have JUST cleared the steps when it hits: that’s right…LEG CRAAAAAAMP!Having spent most of the voyage battling SEA SICKNESS while watching over your pizzas like a very confused hawk, you didn’t exactly have time to stretch before going after, well, whoever you’re running after. With the grace of a toppled ice sculpture, you quite literally hit the deck for the second time in the last few seconds with a dull ‘THUD’ and spend a few moments lying there in silent self-loathing before you feel something poke at your leg.“Hey. Heeeey. You alive down there, slick?”You respond to the mysterious female voice with a half-hearted shrug. “Well sheesh, I’m not going to run If you’re gonna break your neck chasing after me! C’mon, now, wake up and smell the pizza…”A decent person would probably help you up, but when your Good Samaritan continues to kick your leg it dawns on you that she might not be a decent person. Peeling yourself off the deck, you look up to find a petite redhead looming over you wearing a simple black vest, a white shirt, and a plaid skirt that reaches down to her knees.“Watch the camera angle there, creep.”Right, sorry! Averting your gaze from where her skirt meets her knees, your eyes narrow at the laminated index card hanging from a lanyard around her neck-the word ‘PRESS’ emblazoned in bold ARIAL FONT.… and narrow more when you notice the CAMERA she has hidden behind her back!>CONTD.
>>5697719“So what’s your story, bright-eyes?” She asks with a bemused look on her face. “Hop on the wrong ferry?”No, you frown, you’re a pi-“Pizza, huh?” She interjects as she gives you a once over, “Odd uniform ya’ got there, chief.”You follow her gaze down to your TRENDY TRACKSUIT. Look, it’s not a unif-“You’re right, too tacky. Bad for the brand…” She sighs, circling around you like a shark around a wounded seal. “Tell me, scout: you a GOPHER?”Now that one gets you. What the hell does that even me-”“‘GO! GO! GOPHERS!’,” she recites, as if that explains it all. “GREENRIDGE GOPHERS. Sports team. Mascot. School spirit and all that jazz.”That explains it, you nod, see you aren-“Clearly not a student-not at GREENRIDGE, anywho… haven’t seen ya’ around, and buddy: I see everyone!” The girl explains with a faint glint in her eye. Is she… is she proud of that?“Quiet type, huh? Bet it works on all the ladies…” She mutters as she rubs her chin. “Or guys, whatever you’re into…”You can already feel a vein throbbing on your forehead. Who IS this girl??“What are ya, CAPTAIN OF THE MIME CLUB or something?” She asks as she gives your shoulder a prod, “What’s your name, ranger? Gimme something here!”Alright, FINE!>Your name is: (WRITE-IN or VOTE for SOMEONE ELSE’S IDEA)And you are:>A BOY!>A GIRL!
>>5697722>>A BOY!Casiel “Cass” Nelson
>>5697722>A BOY!>Name: Elsweyr
>>5697722>A BOY!Ulysses S(tanley) DeLux, Ultra Deluxe to our friends.
>>5697722>>A GIRL!Alibi Anonymous
>>5697722>>A BOY!>Carlos Varga
>>5697727>>5697728>>5697745>>5697750>>5697758>>5697761Looks like we're locked in for having a Y Chromosome, folks! >BOYWins it! Now let's zero in on a dang name or we'll be here all week! The choices are as follows... feel free to vote again if you've already put an idea forward and wanna switch!Choose 1:>Casiel "Cass" Nelson>Elsweyr>Ulysses S(tanley) DeLux, ULTRA DELUXE to our friends>Diesel>Carlos Varga>WRITE-IN!
>>5697764>>Casiel "Cass" Nelson
>>5697764>Ulysses S(tanley) DeLux, ULTRA DELUXE to our friends
>>5697779>>5697780>>5697783Gonna wait about 10 more minutes and roll for the name if no consensus is reached! Getting a little later on my end and I don't wanna get bogged down by character crap! Thanks for your patience!
>>5697801Diesel Crash is my second vote if nobody else will back ULTRA DELUXE.
>>5697805LISTEN, being both a boy and girl’s name Cass is the ultimate non-parallel to STAN!My reasoning for the name was that “Cass” would be mistaken for a girl at least on paper. [\spoiler]
>>5697810I mean *non-Stan parallel to Stan
>>5697764The time has come, ladies, gentlemen, and everything in between. This might be the last update of the night, too--gonna do one more and then you'll probably hear from me WEDNESDAY around 2PM PST at the LATEST!Here's the tally:>>5697780>>5697805>DIESEL CRASH>>5697779>CASS NELSON!Let's get this show on the road, yea? Writing!
Your name is DIESEL, okay?! DIESEL CRASH! It takes you a moment to realize you’re shouting at the girl, but once you do you manage to calm down a bit.And no, you sigh, pausing between sentences to massage your temples, you’re not a-“DIESEL CRASH, huh?” Remarks the girl as she takes a seat on a nearby railing, “I’ve heard some weird pseudonyms before, bub, but that one’s downright self-deprecating.”It’s not a pseudonym, th-“So let’s take a trip down this spider web one last time, huh, Diesel?” The redhead suggests, pausing to give a knowing wink at your first name. “You’re not a student at GREENRIDGE HIGH-”Nope, you smirk, puffing out your MANLY CHEST, You’re at SANDCASTLE HIGH! GO SANDCRABS-“And lemme guess:” she interrupts, interrupting your own interruption like a pro, “you’re heading to HAUSER ISLAND to deliver pizzas for MINA HAUSER’S BIG GRAD BASH, but you’re dressed casual because your UNCLE EMILIO insisted on you trying to crash here for the night instead of dropping off the goods and rushing to grab this here ferry back to the mainland…”She pauses mid-explanation to give you a sideways glance.“On account of your SEA SICKNESS, of course. And because he loves you.”It takes your brain a few seconds to meet the girl at the station, but when it does all you can do is sputter “Y-yYEA! H-how-”“Because you just told me, sandcrab.” Interjects the redhead as she sends a pair of GUN FINGAHS your way! “You’d be surprised what a little speculation can get ya in this gig… well anyways, that’s swell, chief, because you’re exactly the kind of knight in tracksuited armor I need tonight…”Uh, you stammer, okay, wow... tonight?Wait, hold on a damn second–you were chasing HER! You’v-“Pictures, right? Don’t worry, they’ll be deleted.” She smiles as she fiddles with the CAMERA behind her back. “IF they ever existed, of course.”Okay, hold on a sec! You’ve got questions of your own!“Well by all means, don’t let me keep ya.” The girl smirks as she idly adjusts her hair. “Figure you’ve earned an answer or two.”Damn right you have! What do you ask?>WHO THE HELL ARE YOU ANYWAYS?>WHAT DOES SHE NEED YOU FOR, EXACTLY?>WHAT’S THE SCOOP ON THIS PARTY?>WAIT, HAUSER?>WHY DID YOU TAKE A PICTURE OF ME FALLING, EXACTLY?>SCREW THIS-I’M GONNA GO BEFORE YOU GIVE ME AN ANEURYSM…>WRITE-IN!
>>5697848>WHO THE HELL ARE YOU ANYWAYS?>WHAT DOES SHE NEED YOU FOR, EXACTLY?and most importantly embarassingly>WHY DID YOU TAKE A PICTURE OF ME FALLING, EXACTLY?
>>5697848>WHAT’S THE SCOOP ON THIS PARTY?>WAIT, HAUSER?These seem to go together.
>>5697848>WHO THE HELL ARE YOU ANYWAYS?>WHY DID YOU TAKE A PICTURE OF ME FALLING, EXACTLY?>I APPRECIATE THE DATE SUGGESTION, BUT MAYBE A DINNER FIRST?
I only realized this by the person who did bones quest when I read the instruction how rolling works>>5697848>WHO THE HELL ARE YOU ANYWAYS?>WHAT DOES SHE NEED YOU FOR, EXACTLY?
>>5697909>bones questWhat was Bones Quest like, so I can have some idea of what I'm getting into here?
>>5697848This looks dope, love the writing style! Keep up the quest QM!I agree with (>>5697867)>WHO THE HELL ARE YOU ANYWAYS?>WAIT, HAUSER?>WHY DID YOU TAKE A PICTURE OF ME FALLING, EXACTLY?
>>5697848>WHAT’S THE SCOOP ON THIS PARTY?>WAIT, HAUSER?
>>5697922Kinda hard to explain but it was weird
>>5697922Nice art, wacky but cool story, and some of the lewdest waifus on qst (jk). Would recommend!
>>5697852>>5697867>>5697907>>5697909>>5697925>>5697964The more things change, the more they stay the same, huh? Brace, folks, we're asking EVERYTHING!>>5697909>person who did Bones QuestHey, glad to have you back! I figured my writing or crappy artistry would have given it away eventually... hope you enjoy this one!>>5697922>What is Bones QuestA rules-lite comedic quest I finished about a year ago. The story followed a janitor named Stanley (she was a girl though) as she fought to save her hometown from an evil Lich that raised a buttload of skeletons. I've got the whole thing archived if you wanna check it out!https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=bones+questI've also been working on putting it all into a website for easier reading-got up to Chapter 6:https://bonesquest.wordpress.com/>>5697983>>5697989These two basically sum it up pretty dang well. I had fun with it and I wanna have fun with SLICE QUEST too, so let's get to it, huh? Glad my reputation precedes me though!>>5697925Jesus CHRIST you guys work fast-I love it! Just look at Diesel's CHISELED CHIN and THE GIRL'S SMUG AURA. Look at it! Thank you so much, man-this looks fantastic!One more blatant shill before I write, folks: if you haven't already, go check out the timeless epic HORSE QUEST-Bane puts way too much effort into all of his work and I love him for it. It's truly a treat to behold and you really oughta catch it while you can! Exemplary drawquest with some sickass animations to boot! Yum!On that note, let's get writing....
First of all, you begin in a tone far more diplomatic than this girl deserves, who the hell are YOU anyways?“The name’s HYPATIA…” The redhead confidently answers, “HYPATIA LAUDERMILQUE, at your service!”Bullshit.“Well well, look at DIESEL here mastering the pseudonyms!” Remarks ‘Hypatia’ as she gives you a golf clap. Your name isn’t a PSEUDONYM, damn i-“Alright, alright, ya scooped me, slick: name’s PEPPER HORNSBY: REPORTER FOR THE GREENRIDGE HIGH GAZETTE!”… b-bullshit?“Sorry, scout, that name’s the real McCoy.” Shrugs Pepper as she holds out her ‘PRESS PASS’ for you to examine.Yep, it’s an index card, alright.“Not for much longer it isn’t!” She retorts with a conspiratorial wink! “Just gotta put some more legwork in and boom, this girl’ll be swimming in job offers!”Well it’s great that she’s so confident in herself, you reply with a disinterested shrug. So is that why she’s taking pictures of you like a voyeur? Building her resume?“Close, but no cigar, skip.” Pepper smirks as she shows you her VOYE-err, REPORTER’S CAMERA with pride in her eyes! “This puppy’s about as useful to a reporter as a FIRE AX is to a FIREFIGHTER! A PEN to an AUTHOR!”Neat, you say, nodding impatiently, so why is she using it to take pictures of you falling?“Would you believe it was in your best interest?”No.“Dang. Worth a shot, I guess.”>CONTD.
>>5698202Your SEA SICKNESS is slowly transforming into a migraine dealing with this girl! Crossing your arms and adopting an appropriately irked expression, it takes the girl a few moments of silent glowering before she spills the proverbial ‘beans’.“Alright look, sandcrab: the truth is that I needed to get your attention, okay?” She explains with an odd amount of contriteness in her tone, “And a girl like me can’t just stroll up to any guy apropos of nothing! What kind of kook does that?”You’d been contemplating strolling up to a few other people onboard apropos of nothing only a few minutes ago, but you don’t bother telling her that. So what, you frown, she just took them to get you to chase her?“You got it, chief!”… how is taking unsolicited pictures of someone and running away any less dangerous than just approaching someone?“... trade secret. Next question.”Yep, it’s a migraine. Here’s a question, you add, poking your finger in Pepper’s face for added dramatic flair: if she just needed your attention, why did she only take a picture of you when you were falling? The girl’s perpetually-smug face falters for but a moment.“Had to look authentic.”She took it because she thought it was funny, didn’t she?A shrug. “You’ve got your story, I’ve got mine!”Her story’s gonna turn into a HORROR STORY if she keeps this crap up!>CONTD.
>>5698205Fighting back the urge to flip this menace over the railing, you instead massage your temples and dig deeper: okay, you huff, you’re here now talking to her… what does she need you for anyways?“Now we’re talkin’!” Pepper giggles, that glint from before returning to her soulless blue eyes, “See, this is exactly why I picked you, sandcrab: I’ve done laps around this ferry for an hour now and no doubt about it: YOU’RE the most capable-looking guy here!” She gives you an ocular patdown before continuing. “And I don’t say that about just anyone ya know. High praise, skip.”You feel another twang of pain in your head. She chose you because everyone else going to this party hates her, right?“They hate the TRUTH, Diesel!” exclaims the redhead, admittedly catching you off-guard a bit, “Everyone loves the intrepid newsies, the big expose on the elitist fatcats! All until the camera’s pointed at THEM!”Oh god she’s pacing now“THE PRESS owes the public a clear, unbiased view of all things ‘news’, got it?! So it’s only natural that sometimes those clear, unbiased views step on a few people’s toes! Can’t make an omelet without invading the egg’s privacy now and then-I don’t make the rules, sandcrab!”Is she trying to convince you, or is she trying to convince herself?“And so what if some of those people happen to be extremely influential at GREENRIDGE HIGH?The people demand ANSWERS, DIESEL! NO MATTER THE CO-”Alright, ALRIGHT, you interject, holding your hands out towards the raving lunatic in a placating manner, you get it, she needs an outsider!“A-Plus deduction, chief.” Nods Pepper as she puts her journalistic sermon on hold, “Here’s the thing…” Scanning the deck for any eavesdroppers, the petite paparazzi scoots next to you and leans in to whisper. God, she REEKS of coffee!“Truth is, I’m not technically allowed to BE here.”Wow, shocker!>CONTD.
>>5698207And just wh-“SSSSHHHHH!” She interrupts as she nudges your gut WAY harder than necessary, “Ix-nay on the oudness-lay!”What did you get yourself int-“SsSsssSSSHHH!”Okay, OKAY! So WHY isn’t she allowed to be here?”“Well if you’ve done your homework,” Pepper begins, pausing mid-sentence to ascertain whether you look like the kind of guy who ‘does his homework’, “... tonight the GREENRIDGE HIGH SENIORS are celebrating their upcoming graduation.”Apparently you don’t look like you do your homework.Yea, you nod, you figur-“It’s a GRAD PARTY, sandcrab, you know what a GRAD PARTY is?”YES! YES YOU DO!“Alright, take it easy there, tiger.” She hisses before pulling out a CUTESY PINK CELLPHONE from her pocket. “... it’s a burner phone.”Yea, sure.“The juicy part, slick, is that the whole bash is being run by our very own MINA AND DARREN HAUSER: our STUDENT COUNCIL PRESIDENT and FOOTBALL TEAM CAPTAIN respectively.”Wait, you interrupt, why aren’t we whispering anymore?“This is common knowledge, ace. Try to keep up.”Fine.“Those two are small potatoes, though,” Pepper continues as she feverishly taps away at her phone. “Their NAME is the moneymaker here. Ever heard of HAUSER PHARMACEUTICALS?”Well yea, you nod as a video loads on her phone, they make all of those pain meds an-“Educate yourself.”Before you can stop her, the girl shoves her phone a few inches from your face just as the video starts to play…>CONTD.
>>5698208“MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!”The scene opens with a close-up on a shrieking child’s mouth before panning out to reveal a snotty-nosed rugrat in baseball gear clutching his knee! Within seconds a harried-looking housewife scampers outside to her child’s side.“Oh no, honey, what happened!?”“ErrburbuuhbubrrghrubrubrUUUH…”“Gee, that bad, huh?” Replies the mom with an ‘oh YOU’ expression on her face. Reaching into her flour-stained apron, the mother pulls out a small box of HAUSER BRAND MEDICATED PLASTERS and unwraps one to her child’s horror!“Is-is-is-IS-is it g-g-g-gonna…”“Hurt? No way, kiddo.”With a shocked expression that could win an award, the injured kid turns to his left to find a SOLDIER sitting on the grass next to him-his arm wrapped in a HAUSER BRAND MEDICATED BANDAGE!“Willikers!” Exclaims the baseball player with saucer-sized eyes!“All done, honey!”Turning back to his mother, the child is shocked to find that the procedure is finished! Flabbergasted, he looks back at the soldier in disbelief!“Gee, mister, that didn’t hurt at all!”“Atta’ boy!” The marine smiles as he gives the kid a thumbs up, “Now on your feet, soldier!”“Yes SIR!”Leaping to his feet, the child is probably up for half a second before a ball lands soundly in his outstretched glove! Showing it off to his mom and new friend, the three pose for the camera as a narrator closes out the scene:“HAUSER PHARMACEUTICALS: THE SIMPLEST SOLUTIONS FOR EVEN THE BIGGEST BOO-BOOS!”You’re just about to share your thoughts when the color drains from the picture and a big red stamp with the word ‘FRAUD’ covers the scene with a dramatic ‘BAM!’ Before you can ask, you answer comes in the form of a familiar female narration:“But what if the solution… was TERRORISM!?”“Wait for it…” Pepper smiles as you open your mouth. Before you can ask why, the video concludes with footage of a van exploding! As the video ends, the ‘journalist’ looks at you like a kid showing off their macaroni art.“Weeell?”Yea, you’re pretty sure that’s LIBEL.>CONTD
>>5698212“Listen, SALLY SKEPTIC:” Huffs Pepper, clearly not enthralled by your review, “You’re not seeing the forest for the trees here: BIG PHARMA COMPANY? CEO OWNS THE ISLAND? HEIRS TO THE COMPANY RUNNING AN EXCLUSIVE GRAD PARTY?! I smell a SCOOP!”Rich people buy weird crap, what a scoop. Groaning in frustration, the redhead stuffs her ‘BURNER PHONE’ back into her pocket before stomping over to the guardrail again!“There’s something buried here, sandcrab… lots of kitty litter to sift through in this box if you get my meaning!”Whipping around to face you with a look of surprising determination on her face, the girl takes a few steps closer to you before adopting a less-stern posture.“... which is why I need you, Mr. Crash, to help me get in there! Preferably without casualties.”You blink. Why would there be casualt-”“Doesn’t matter! Look, I know it’s a lot to ask, but puh-LEEEEASE?!”Before you can protest, the girl is all up in your grille again with that smug look on her face.“Whaddaya say, partner? Hmm?”The coffee scent is starting to make your eyes sting. How do you respond to this menace?>LEMME THINK ABOUT IT!>WHAT’S IN IT FOR ME, HUH?>OKAY, FINE!>NO THANKS, GO FIND SOMEONE ELSE!>YEA, SURE! (LIE)>ONE MORE QUESTION… (WRITE-IN!)
>>5698215Too fascinated by her childlike sense of mystery, there is no doubt some conspiracy here, even if she is completely wrong about what kind of conspiracy it is.>LEMME THINK ABOUT IT!>WHAT’S IN IT FOR ME, HUH?>>5698102<3 Thank you for the shout out!
>>5698202>“Would you believe it was in your best interest?”If there's a murder or a horror movie plot going off somewhere else on the boat right now, being photographed NOT DOING A MURDER at exactly the same time would, actually, be in our best interest.
>>5698224This does depend if her camera is modern enough to contain metadata for the image. OR also has someone else in it that can confirm the time. Let’s hope she didn’t cheap out and buy a shitty camera. Knowing her from this first meeting though… I wouldn’t be so sure.
>>5698229>This does depend if her camera is modern enough to contain metadata for the image.The position of the sun or moon (and the shadows they're casting, and maybe even the stars) could verify the approximate time even if it's not recording that kind of metadata.At least, that's what we'll tell our defense attorney if we do need to bring the picture of us falling up in court. We might not LOOK like the type that does homework, but we've probably watched a few mysteries on TV or something.
>>5698229Addendum: It does seem kind of weird that she's got a separate camera instead of shooting stuff with her burner phone, unless her camera is really nice. In which case, if it's digital, it is certainly recording timestamp metadata.
>>5698215>LEMME THINK ABOUT IT!>WHAT’S IN IT FOR ME, HUH?I wonder if Pepper has ever tried to write a story on sewer mutants
For the sake of avoiding confusion I'll have you know that Pepper has a DIGITAL CAMERA! Sorry for not pointing it out!>>5698224>>5698234>>5698238>MurdersGuys, c'mon... it's a GRAD BASH! No need to be so grim here! Murders... seriously now.>>5698241THE TRUTH DEMANDS TO BE HEARD
>>5698243>it's a GRAD BASH! No need to be so grim here! If horror movies and murder mysteries and thrillers have taught me one thing, it's that when a critical mass of teenagers accumulates in one spot, bodies start hitting the floor.>Murders... seriously now.Your thread image has a bloody knife stabbed through a pizza box, and that set my expectations.Also "Slice Quest" would be a good title for a horror movie where the villain was a pizza delivery guy...
>>5698247H-haha! Oh Anon... you and your w-wacky sense of humor... Ha...
>>5698215>WHAT’S IN IT FOR ME, HUH?WRITE IN FOLLOW UP:>"So, am I getting laid tonight? Is that what you meant by 'partner'?"I think that's the most logical thing for a teenage girl to offer a teenage guy that would get him to go to the moon and back for her, no matter how suspicious she is.Also, anything approaching a lewd scene or even foreplay delivered in this BOLD and ALL CAPS style would be incredibly hilarious to read.
>>5698255Something tells me this is not the move lmfao
>>5698247This is true though
>>5698222>>5698241>LET ME THINK ABOUT IT!>WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME, HUH?Writing! Got a meeting soon so this might be short-will continue when I get back!>>5698255>>5698259>>5698260In the interest of narrative and choice I'm gonna slap a disclaimer on here:ASSUME ALL THE CHARACTERS IN THIS QUEST ARE 18+. EXCEPT FOR THE KID IN THE COMMERCIAL. JUST IMAGINE SOME OF THEM GOT HELD BACK A FEW TIMES, I DUNNO.I feel like this is gonna keep popping up and while I'm not much of a lewder I also recognize that yea, that's pretty realistic for teens. I don't want people to step on eggshells here as long as it's all in good spirit with the narrative.In short, if you wanna go that route then there's the disclaimer above-I'm making it clear now! Anyways writing...
>>5698265>ASSUME ALL THE CHARACTERS IN THIS QUEST ARE 18+You already said it was a graduation party. That's the age for high school graduation in my country at least, so I already assumed that.>I feel like this is gonna keep popping up and while I'm not much of a lewder I also recognize that yea, that's pretty realistic for teens. I don't want people to step on eggshells here as long as it's all in good spirit with the narrative.I think I should clarify (because I'm the one who did that write-in) that I'm not trying to derail this into a lewd quest, but that's the idea that made sense to me at the time for the awkward and pushy wannabe-papparazzi securing the protagonist's help (teenage dudes, thinking with their lower heads), and I fully expect from your writing style that anything of the sort you did before fading to black would be far more humorous than boner inducing - and that's a good thing.Also, if we actually do eventually get 'payment' for that arrangement, I expect that to act as a homing beacon for any slasher movie monster or serial killer, based on how that genre works, which could be hilarious to pull the trigger on later down the line. Maybe even deliberately doing it to lure the killer out, because those things just love killing teenagers in the throes of passion.If our genre is actually a horror/slasher movie thing.
>>5698215>WHAT’S IN IT FOR ME, HUH?
Despite your best efforts, you fail to avoid the smug gaze of your newest ‘friend’. No doubt about it: being associated with her probably won’t endear you to many people at this shindig you aren’t invited to, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little intrigued by the owners of the private island.… or by her enthusiasm.First thing’s first, you huff as you take a few steps out of the COFFEE AURA, if you did agree to help-“Atta’ boy, tiger! I knew I could count o-”IF you agreed to help, you continue, rubbing where Pepper playfully punched your shoulder, you’d be doing her a big favor… these people don’t even know you and you’re not even 100% sure you won’t just be kicked back onto the boat when you arrive… “Of COURSE they won’t, sandcrab! You’ll woo them with your, uh…” The energy falters a bit in the girl’s voice as she stares at you for a moment. “... natural CHARISMA! Yea!”She’s really not selling it, is she?“Okay, OKAY, I see which way the wind is blowing here…” Pepper grumbles, “Let me guess: you want something in return, right?”Well uh, yea.“Done!” She chirps as she claps her hands together! “You drive a hard bargain, Diesel! I wasn’t going to at first, but you’re a negotiator-I saw that in your eyes the minute you approached me!”Wait, she wasn’t going to pay you?“Let’s sweeten the pot a bit, huh, ace?” Pepper suggests as she rubs her chin in contemplation, “What say I give you CREDIT when the big scoop publishes?”Yea, nah.“Ooh, we’ve got ourselves a shark here! Look out!” She laughs, clearly not noticing your growing impatience. “Well you’ve gotta’ meet me at the table, chief: anything in particular YOU want?The word ‘anything’ hits you like a truck. Shit, you didn’t think you’d be negotiating tonight! “C’mon, slick, meet me halfway here.”Well…>YOU WANT A TIP. A BIG TIP. IN CASH!>HOW ABOUT AN ENDORSEMENT FOR THE PIZZA PARLOR IN THE SCHOOL PAPER?>SHE’S BUYING YOU DINNER. SOMETHING FANCY THAT ISN’T PIZZA!>A FAVOR! YOU’LL FIGURE OUT WHAT IT IS LATER!>A-ANYTHING, HUH?>WRITE-IN!
>>5698278No need to explain yourself, man! I getcha. I've watched enough slashers to know how things go-I just wanted to make sure we were all on the same page. Anyways we're all set now-thanks for reaching out to me about it and for participating!>>5698279Shit, sorry--I'll get you next time, honest!
>>5698283I also wanted to make sure we were on the same page. I used to run quests a few years back (not using my trip here because it's not my thread), and I wanted to nip any misunderstanding in the bud and make it clear I wasn't trying to push things in that direction, because I've been on the other side of these exchanges, and it can be difficult to tell what players are actually pushing for.
>>5698281>A FAVOR! YOU’LL FIGURE OUT WHAT IT IS LATER!>A-ANYTHING, HUH?These fit together well.I do like the idea of us having a blanc cheque favor to hold over her when things inevitably go haywire down the line. Even if we only spend it on something like "THROW ME THE ROPE!"
>>5698293Supporting this.Let her fear the future.
>>5698281>A-ANYTHING, HUH?Lewd imaginings grow lewder. BUT:>HOW ABOUT AN ENDORSEMENT FOR THE PIZZA PARLOR IN THE SCHOOL PAPER?We're a go-getter, too! Surprise!
>>5698281>SHE’S BUYING YOU DINNER. SOMETHING FANCY THAT ISN’T PIZZA!
>>5698293>>5698303>FAVOR>A-A-ANYTHING???>>5698314>A-ANYTHING?>ENDORSEMENT>>5698329>DINNER!Favor and 'Anything' win it! Now do me a favor here and ROLL ME 1d100 TO CONVINCE PEPPER/AVOID SPERGING OUT! I'LL TAKE THE BEST OF 3 ROLLS!As per the norm in these cases, writing specific arguments/lines/ideas can help your chances (read: BONUS POINTS!)
Rolled 76 (1d100)>>5698360
Rolled 84 (1d100)>>5698360
Rolled 24 (1d100)>>5698360
Rolled 40 (1d100)>>5698360I'd write an argument, but she needs us way more than we need anything, even a 'favour' from a cute girl.
One more thing before we get too deep:Please only VOTE ONCE UNLESS EXPLICITLY ASKED! I've allowed people to roll again in the past when /qst/ is slow, but otherwise let's keep the rolls to one per player, okay? I want things to stay fun, but fair. Thanks for listening!On that note, looks like we've got some rolls!>HIGHEST ROLL: 84!Gonna take a quick shower and update after that. Thanks for your patience!
Meet her halfway, huh? You run a few options through your head: your uncle could always use some more advertising, but you’re not exactly sure how helpful an endorsement from Pepper would be…Money? Nah-you’ve seen how people tip in this town and without an exact number in mind you’ll just be going in circles. Not to mention you could get a tip from anyone if you’re nice enough. This girl, despite all of her eccentricities, needs you…And that’s when your mind starts to wander a bit, specifically towards Pepper’s skirt and moderately tight sweater vest.Anything, huh? You wouldn’t call yourself a Casanova or anything, but every self-respecting man of the CRASH DYNASTY had some charisma! When your question leaves your lips, it drifts over to your ‘partner’ with just the right blend of interest, but also casualness of a simple question!“What are ya, hard of hearing or something? Yes, anythi-”Pepper’s response trails off as your meaning slowly dawns on her. To her credit she only trips up for a second before recovering her smugness.“That’s right, DIESEL...” She coos, taking the opportunity to step closer to you, “Anything…”Feeling the scent of coffee tickle your nostrils again, you manage to respond with a composed “Alriiiiight”. Uncle Emilio would be proud!In that case, you segue, how about she owes you a FAVOR? To be called in at a later date, of course.“Wow, sandcrab, making pizzas, negotiating favors-you gonna give me an offer I can’t refuse too?” Asks the reporter with a laugh in her voice.You’re IRISH-ITALIAN, thank you very much! Is she taking the deal or not?The girl gives the deck a few taps with her sneaker before holding her hand out for you to shake! Obliging her, you give your new partner a nod-alrighty then!“Deal’s a deal: you get me in there and we’re golden.” Pepper explains with a wink. “And all that entails, hotshot.”Sweet, you nod as you conjure ‘favors’ in your head. This night’s getting better by the minute!>CONTD.
>>5698365>84Good job, I didn't even need to trying rolling on this one. Looks like Diesel won't be Crashing this one (at least not too badly).>>5698372If it'll add any sort of bonus, I'd say our argument should be something along the line of the fact that she's trying to play paparazzi on what is apparently the private island of the head of a massive corporation at his daughter's graduation party, and if things go south, she will really be wanting our special sausage & salami pizza between her and scary guys in suits, so we should get to drive a hard bargain here.Also, what about offering to say she's helping up with pizza delivery, to give her an excuse to be on the island? We're wearing a TRENDY TRACKSUIT, so it seems our particular pizza company isn't too particular about uniforms. If she just hides that 'press badge'...We could probably drive a harder bargain with that as part of the deal....I don't know why, but I'm starting to think in Hitman logic, with this "we're totally here to deliver pizza, guys!" schtick. Oh shit, we're here on a job from 'Uncle Emilio'. Maybe pizza's not the only thing in our INSULATED PIZZA PACK, and we really are a hitman. Speaking of, did we ever recover our INSULATED PIZZA PACK, and are we going to need to look for it and enlist our (apparent) partner in crime to help us find it?
>>5698427“Alright, slick,” Pepper continues, clearly unperturbed by your goofy expression, “Once we arrive I’ll follow your lead… and if anyone asks or you get caught,YOU DON’T KNOW ME!”You uh… you don’t really know her now, you retort. Not yet, at least…“Focus, ace,” she warns, jabbing her finger in your face, “If you screw up then the deal’s off, no ifs ands or buts about it! Too bad, so sad! Snooze ya lose!”Relax, you scoff, how hard can it be?The girl gives you a long, hard, and surprisingly not very smug stare for an uncomfortably long moment before regaining her ‘swag’.“You’re right! Counting on ya, slugger!”Shooting you one last salvo of GUN FINGAHS, PEPPER moves to slink away, no doubt to invade even more passenger’s privacy.Anything else you wanna ask her before she ditches you?>YES! (WRITE-IN!)>NO!
>>5698428Shit, sorry! This is all actually very good reasoning! I'll hold onto it for when we need it next!
>>5698430>YES! (WRITE-IN!)Her phone number, obviously. We'll need to stay in contact during the operation. Give her ours as well. Tell her to save us under an inconspicuous name in case her phone ends up being searched.
>>5698430>YES!I concur with (>>5698436) but also>Ask her to grab a couple slices of pizza and keep them on her. This will be important later.
>>5698431No worries, I got it in late, and it was mostly not a direct vote, just strategy suggestions.
>>5698430>YES! (WRITE-IN!)"You might have an easier time getting in if you do pretend to know me, hide that 'press badge', and say you're part of the pizza delivery crew. Does that sound like a plan?"I'm REALLY tempted to stick on "now for that to work, there are some important Italian phrases you'll need to know..." and teach her some horrifically crude Italian phrases for fun, but I'm leaving that up to QM discretion.>>5698436Seconding this.
>>5698430>>5698436>>5698441>>5698457+1 to all of these
>>5698457It just occurred to me - if we have a spare pizza delivery hat/visor or branded nametag (that doesn't have the same name as ours) or something like that to give her, the pizza delivery ruse plan will go better. Would we have something like that?Also, one of the reasons I'm recommending the pizza delivery ruse plan is that it keeps her with us longer, because while she's kinda fun, I'm not sure I trust her yet, and being able to keep an eye on her might be a good thing if she goes sketchy. (Or, possibly, if someone tries to do sketchy things to her. I'm still eyeing that bloody knife through the pizza box in the first post with some trepidation.)
>>5698436>DIGITS!>>5698441>DIGITS AND TAKE SOME ZZA!>>5698457>DIGITS AND BY THE WAY HERE'S SOME PIZZA LINGO YOU'RE PART OF THE PIZZA TEAM>>5698459>ALL OF THIS SHIT>>5698464>NAMETAG/HAT/ETCYou guys never cease to amaze me with your ingenuity! We're doing it all, folks! Writing!
>>5698477>PIZZA LINGOThis should come in handy: https://www.languagetrainers.com/blog/17-must-know-italian-swearwords-insults/
Wait, shit, there ARE a few things you wanna ask her! Striking like a coiled viper, you nearly dislocate your arm as you manage to reach out and snag the girl by the shoulder before she can steal away! Hold your horses!Pepper lets out a short yelp as you reel her back in! “Alright, ALRIGHT,” she groans, “I’m holding them! Easy on the merchandise, sandcrab-you could yank a girl’s head off with those paws of yours!”You wouldn’t have to if she didn’t rush off like a jewel thief! Besides, you sigh as she looks at you expectantly, you’ve got a few things to go over before you split up!“All ears, chief.” She replies as she plants her hands on her hips. “It’s not like we’re there yet, anywho.”She’s not wrong-it feels like this voyeur’s taken years of your life away, but when you glance in the direction the ferry’s heading, you find yourself still far away from your destination. Man, this boat is SLOW!Anyways, you start, this operation’s going to require a lot more planning if it’s going to work-winging it ain’t gonna cut it!Pulling out your CELLPHONE, you hold it out for Pepper to see and notice you’ve got a MISSED CALL FROM YOUR UNCLE! How’d you miss that?“Good idea-we can swap numbers to stay in contact on the island!” Grins your partner as you both exchange devices and tap in your digits! Make sure to save it under a different name, you warn, saving your name as ‘DIEGO’.“Done!”Snatching your phone back before she can root through your browser history, you can’t help but groan a bit at her entry.“What?”Change it, please.The reporter furrows her brow. “... it’s an alia-”Then choose a normal alias, jeez! One that won’t give anyone the wrong idea!“Spoilsport.” Snatching your phone back, Pepper taps away a few more times before returning your device with mild trepidation in her expression. “Happy, Peter Perfect?”Yes, you sigh, ‘LYDIA’ is much better than the last one!“... again, it was a historical alias-”MOVING ON!>CONTD.
>>5698512“Alright, slick,” begins your partner as you stow your phone back into your pocket, “What’s next?”Next, you answer, is the part where you get her something to blend in a little!“Not a bad idea, ace.” Pepper remarks in an impressed tone, “SECURITY’S probably going to be handled by the DISCIPLINARY COMMITTEE–we go back a long way…”Yea, you bet. Well it just so happens you have some of your WORK UNIFORM stowed in your INSULATED PIZZA PACK that she can wear… and can she change that INDEX CA-“PRESS PASS.”Err, PRESS PASS to be a little… less conspicuous?Pulling a marker out of her pocket, Pepper goes to town on the back of the card for a second before revealing her work: in place of ‘PRESS’ it now says ‘PIZZA’.… close enough.Anyways, you continue, if she’s gonna look the part she’ll have to play it too-that means acting like she’s part of the PIZZA TEAM!“You don’t look like you’re part of the PIZZA TEAM at all, chief.”Yea, well, you sigh, your UNCLE told you that you didn’t need to wear a uniform before you left-chances are he thought-“You’d be able to blend in a bit better and stay at the party. Gotcha.”Okay, she’s pretty darn sharp, but the interruptions are starting to piss you o-“So what else do I need, huh?” Asks Pepper, clearly enjoying herself as the two of you slowly make your way back to your pizza. “Hey, maybe I can say some ITALIAN STUFF to blend in!”Sure, you laugh, hey, let me tell you a few I hear in the kitchen all the time!You’re just about finished with the variety of ways you can use ‘Puttana’ and about to move on to your personal favorite, ‘Cazzo’ when you spot someone, or someTHING messing with your PIZZA PACK!HEY YOU!“STRONZO!”Hey, she’s pretty good at that! Oh, right, the PIZZA THIEF!>ROLL 1d100+5 (+5 IRISH/ITALIAN RAGE) TO STOP THE THIEF! I’LL TAKE THE BEST OF 3 ROLLS! Don’t forget to include HOW you stop him!
Rolled 88 + 5 (1d100 + 5)>>5698515SLIDETACKLE
Rolled 18 + 5 (1d100 + 5)>>5698515CHE CAZZO FAI?!
Rolled 99 + 5 (1d100 + 5)>>5698515WARM ITALIAN YELLOW SHOWER
>>5698548Props to to the roll, but you're gonna have to explain that one, my friend
>>5698552Well okay then! I kinda expected that, but didn't know for sure! Here goes something!>>5698525>>5698544>>5698548>HIGHEST ROLL: 104!Writing!
>>5698372Sorry QM, not intentional. My extension retains the dice/options field between posts.
Not on YOUR watch! Sliding down the stairs to where your pizzas are, you prepare to use the FORBIDDEN TECHNIQUE OF YOUR PEOPLE: WARM ITALIAN YELLOW SHOWER!As you move to unzip your TRACK PANTS, it dawns on you that they DON’T HAVE A ZIPPER! OH SHIT!Not keen on pissing yourself in front of your new lady acquaintance, you instead use your momentum to deliver a SLIDE TACKLE that could shatter bones into the thief’s side! With a pained cry, the PIZZA PILFERER is deftly launched away from your PIZZA PACK and over the railing!That’s RIGHT!“SANDCRAB, WAI- errm, I mean… “MADONN! He-a-notsa-be-a-thief-a, chief-a!”… yea, her pronunciation could use some work… wait, what’s that about not being a thief?“Uhh…. yea, man, no heinousness intended…”Following the unfamiliar voice, you find yourself staring at the PIZZA THIEF holding onto the railing for dear life-his shaggy hair and orange sweater billowing in the sea breeze!Who the hell are you, you snarl, and what were you doing to my pizzas!?!“Happy to oblige, man,” Grunts the thief as a smile forms on his face, “But uh… you mind helping me up first?”PE-erm, LYDIA, you begin, not taking your eyes off the stranger, do you know this guy?“Eetsa RAJ!” Your companion replies, “He’s-a student-a! Mama Mia!”“RAJ DAWOOD, brah.” Adds the climber as he moves to shake your hand, “Sorry about the scare, dude.”He seems friendly enough, but your Nonna always told you to never trust anyone or anyTHING that tried to snatch your food…What do?>HELP HIM UP! BUT HE’S ON THIN ICE!>LET HIM STAY THERE FOR A BIT! YOU’RE NOT SURE ABOUT THIS!>WRITE-IN!
>>5698568>Indian repLet's go>HELP HIM UP! BUT HE’S ON THIN ICE!also>BOND WITH HIM BEING A PART OF AN ETHNICITY THAT SPICES THEIR FOOD PROPERLY
>>5698571I can support this, especially the SPICY BONDING SESSION
>>5698571Supportan.With one addition: we say we'll help him up if he tells us his family's secret Garam Masala blend, just to mess with him, and then we help him up anyway after a few seconds.
>>5698568>HELP HIM UP, THIN ICEHe seems familiar, maybe he's from GANESHI INDIAN TAKEOUTS
>>5698571Have to draw the homie
>>5698576>He seems familiar, maybe he's from GANESHI INDIAN TAKEOUTSI like this. We're just putting together a team of teenagers who work for family-owned ethnic restaurants.Maybe we can even pull in a Japanese guy who does his takeout runs while blasting eurobeat...
>>5698576We gotta make this a buffet then, most Indian restaurants are buffets, perhaps>GANESHI INDIAN PALACE
>>5698581>most Indian restaurants are buffetsI think I've only been to one that was a buffet place, and I've visited a number of Indian restaurants in the USA and the UK.
>>5698584You're actually right, I withdraw the last statement, where I am in the US has an abundance of Indian buffets, I maintain the name though
>>5698559:^)>>5698557Alright, but I've got my EYE on you, BOY>>5698577You spoil me, man. Absolutely love it!>>5698571>>5698573>>5698575>>5698576>HELP HIM!>BOND OVER ACTUAL SEASONINGWriting!
>>5698595Just sketching, take one more before the next post
It takes you a moment or two, but once you hear it you can’t unhear it! Did… did he say his name was RAJ?“At your service!” Raj grunts, still dangling from the side of the ferry like a very orange sprig of mistletoe! “Don’t think I’ve met’cha yet, man… you a transfer student or something?”Not exactly, you shrug. Say, haven’t you seen him at GANESHI INDIAN TAKEOUTS? You're a sucker for their LAMB CURRY!“Ha ha! Yea, I get that a lot…” Laughs the would-be thief as a seagull swoops by and takes a snap at his beanie. “Nah man, my mom and dad run D-MART though… y’know, the grocery store on Andale Street?”You’ve passed it a bunch, but you can’t say you’ve been inside.“Fresh-a produce at-a great price-a! That’s a SPICY meatb-”You don’t even have a disguise yet, LYDIA. Just drop it for now!“Oh hey, you’re Pepper’s friend?” Raj asks, his already-chipper voice becoming even chipper…er than before. “Good on you, man… hey, are you sure we haven’t met at school, cuz’-”Yea alright, this guy seems okay… motioning for Raj to pause for a moment, you brace yourself against the railing before pulling him back over! Tumbling over the safety rail, your new acquaintance lands in a heap on the deck along with the BEATEN-UP SKATEBOARD he had cradled between his legs!Wait, was he holding that the whole time?“‘S’all about the mindset, dude.” He replies, peeling his stubbly face off the floor to give you a smile! “Linda and I go way back, y’know? If she falls, I fall!”Pretty admirable of him, not gonna lie! Leaving Raj to collect himself, you turn your attention to your INSULATED PIZZA PACK and let out a sigh of relief when you find it hasn’t been tampered with! Wiping some sweat off your brow, you take the opportunity to reach inside and retrieve a COMPANY HAT for Pepper!“No way!” Exclaims the skater as he leans over your shoulder, “You a PIZZA GUY, bro? Man, I definitely woulda’ known you if you went to GREENRIDGE!”“Actually, he’s a SANDCRAB.” Explains Pepper with a wry grin. You can’t exactly see them through the tangle of black hair covering Raj’s face, but if you could you’d see they were bigger than satellite dishes right now!“Woah…”>CONTD.
>>5698612“So NOT from GREENRIDGE-gotcha loud and clear, bro.” Raj remarks as he nods sagely. Yea, you shrug, so you’re kinda banking on people letting you crash on THE ISLAND tonight…“No trouble at all, man!” The skater replies with a grin! “You’re delivering the ‘ZZA-how could they not let ya’ stay?”That’s what you thought, you reply, but you’d prefer to be certain, you know?“Well hell, everyone loves me there-you just let me vouch and baaaaam, PARTY CITY: POPULATION YOU!” You can’t help but blink at how simple Raj thinks it all is. Is… is it really that simple?“It really is, dude.” He replies with a nod, “My buddy SERGE was a senior last year, right? He said he just walked on in and didn’t even get frisked or nothin’!”“That’s why the security’s much tighter this year, chief.” Interjects Pepper, clearly not keen on being forgotten. “The Groundskeeper caught him trying to cook a peacock with a MAKESHIFT FLAMETHROWER.”The news report causes Raj to burst into goofy laughter!“Always a kidder, that SERGE... ha ha!”Well that’s swell to know, you respond, but if you were to, say, need to get someone inside without security knowing-“Oh man, DANGER WITH A CAPITAL D!” The skater exclaims! “I heard VP JAKE is kickin’ it into OVERDRIVE this year, dude… can’t even walk up to the MANSION anymore-you gotta be driven!”You blink. In what, a limo or something?“Nah, brah, like a GOLF CART. They’ve got trails and stuff around the MANSION an’ all, but the driveway’s like… crazy long.” He grins at your PIZZA PACK. “Good luck carryin’ all that the whole way, man. Just take the ride is what I say!”Taking a break from the cerebral overload that is Raj and Pepper, you find that the island is getting much closer-so much so that you can actually see the dense covering of trees enveloping the majority of the island. “Talk about ‘out there’, right?”Raj can say that again!“Talk about ou-”Got it the first time, thanks!Looks like you’re nearly there-anything you wanna take care of before you arrive?>TALK TO PEPPER SOME MORE!>GRILL RAJ A BIT!>CHECK YOUR PHONE!>SAY HI TO THOSE GIRLS YOU SAW EARLIER!>TAKE A STROLL AROUND THE FERRY!>JUST CHILL FOR NOW!>PEEK AT THE YEARBOOK!>WRITE-IN!
>>5698614>CHECK YOUR PHONE!>TAKE A STROLL AROUND THE FERRY!and if the opportunity arises,>SAY HI TO THOSE GIRLS YOU SAW EARLIER!>>5698612>D-MartLoving this guy already
>>5698614>HELLO LLLLADIESGonna have to rizz yourself up
>>5698614>CHECK YOUR PHONE!>TALK TO PEPPER SOME MORE!
>>5698618>>5698620>>5698621THE TALLY:>PHONE: 2>STROLL: 1>GIRLS: 2>PEPPER: 1Looks like we're gonna start with the PHONE and say hi to those LADIES we saw earlier! Writing what might be the last update of the night!
As Raj and Pepper drift into a conversation about current events, you take the opportunity to catch up on some PHONEAGE! Whipping out your trusty device, you’re once more greeted by that ‘MISSED CALL’ notification from earlier along with a newer one telling you you’ve got VOICEMAIL! Neat!‘YOU HAVE ONE NEW MESSAGE! FIRST NEW MESSAGE:’‘Eeeey killer, it’s EMILIO! Hope they didn’t dunk yer dumb ass overboard yet!’Heh, not yet!‘So here’s the deal, kiddo: youse got enough pie there ta’ choke a few gorillas-RECEIPT’S in da’ PACK, so don’t even think of losin’ it!’Oh shit, you stammer before fumbling with the backpack, where IS that damn thing…‘With all the fixin’s and tax and whatnot it comes down ta’ SIX-HUNDRED AN’ FIFTY-FIVE BUCKS. That’s countin’ da’ GARLIC BREAD an’ CINNATWISTS too!’Hell yes, they bought CINNATWISTS! Fishing out the RECEIPT from the bottom of the bag, you confirm the details on your end-yep, looks about right!We already talked it out on da’ phone-you deliver the goods to MINA HAUSER, ya’ got ‘dat? MINA HAUSER! If these jamokes tell ya’ they already paid, that someone else is gonna handle it, yada yada yada, you tell ‘em where ta’ stuff it-I spent way too long talkin’ to these morons for you ta’ get the ole’ switcheroo.’MINA HAUSER, you repeat to yourself, she was the daughter, right?‘And listen, kid: once you make da’ handoff do yourself a favor an’ try ta’ stay da’ night, yea? Tell ‘em… I dunno, tell ‘em ya’ gotta stay ta’ supervise… CLEANUP or somethin’. Kids’ll probably too sloshed ta’ care about dat’ by the end of the night… have their BUTLERS do it or somethin’... Madonn…’Man, life just keeps giving you INs, doesn’t it? Good ole UNCLE EMILIO…‘One more thing: don’t worry about comin’ in tomorrow, yea? I figure you’re gonna need a day ta’ recoup an’ whatnot. Just bring da’ PACK back and you can DRINK, SMOKE, FIGHT, and LOVE all ya’ want-I ain’t gonna tell your dad!’Hey, if he insists, right?‘Alright, dat’s it, kiddo. I gotta get ta’ cleanin’-do your ole’ uncle a favor an’ try not ta’ have TOO MUCH fun, yea? Talk later, Diesel.’‘END OF MESSAGES!’Your uncle’s sign-off is punctuated by a dull beep. Satisfied for now, you’re just about to put your phone away when you see your bars… or lack thereof.That explains why you didn’t hear his call… well, you yawn, stretching your arms over your head, they’ll probably have a signal extender on the island or something-no prob!>CONTD.
>>5698682Rising to your feet, you make your way back to where your, uh, colleagues are sitting and give your INSULATED PIZZA PACK another once-over. Looks like Raj really was just poking at it earlier.“Scout’s Honor, my man.” The poker in question responds before placing his palm over his heart. WAS he a scout?“Used to be.” He sniffs, not bothering to elaborate any further than that. With that settled, you drum your fingers against the side of your jacket as you hear another squeal from the deck below you. Sure enough the two girls are still having an ICE CUBE BATTLE. They gonna do that all night?“Never stops, ace.” Answers Pepper as she fiddles with the buttons on her REPORTER’S CAMERA. “TERRA tends to be pretty calm, but AYLA, well…”“No off switch, man.” Raj concludes with a shrug. “Swimmers...”“No worries, sandcrab-we’ll watch over the goods if you wanna reconnoiter…]” Adds Pepper as she gives you a look you can’t quite decipher. What’s with these people anyways?She does raise a good point, though-did you want any of your new pals to come introduce you?>GO IT ALONE. YOU DON’T NEED THESE GUYS CRAMPING YOUR STYLE!>BRING RAJ! HE SEEMS LIKE A POPULAR GUY!>TAKE PEPPER! SHE’S… KNOWLEDGEABLE?>TAKE ‘EM BOTH! THE MORE THE MERRIER, RIGHT?>ON SECOND THOUGHT, YOU’LL CATCH UP WITH THOSE TWO LATER…>WRITE-IN!>>5698601Keep this up and I'm gonna ask to use it for the next OP pic, you sly DOG, you!
>>5698684I have a feeling Pepper and Raj aren't exactly the most popular or diplomatory individuals alive, so...>ON SECOND THOUGHT, YOU’LL CATCH UP WITH THOSE TWO LATER…(And feel free! :))
>>5698684>BRING RAJ! HE SEEMS LIKE A POPULAR GUY!
>>5698684>ON SECOND THOUGHT, YOU’LL CATCH UP WITH THOSE TWO LATER…
Retired for the evening, but just wanted to clarify before I hit the sack:>ON SECOND THOUGHT, YOU’LL CATCH UP WITH THOSE TWO LATER…Means to not say hi to the other girls.>GO IT ALONE. YOU DON’T NEED THESE GUYS CRAMPING YOUR STYLE!Meant to say hi to the other girls WITHOUT Raj or Pepper.Sorry for the confusion-still getting the hang of writing again so it might have come across in a different way than I imagined it. Thanks again for your patience and see ya around 10am PST, probably!
>>5698750Thanks, QM! I dunno' about >>5698730, but I bet >>5698699 meant something else base don his commentary.
>>5698684>GO IT ALONE. YOU DON’T NEED THESE GUYS CRAMPING YOUR STYLE!I concur with >>5698699 plus we need them to watch over the ‘za. Pepper should at least have a motivation to protect it since it’ll be getting her into this grad party. Glad to see you back at it, DB!
>>5698684>GO IT ALONE. YOU DON’T NEED THESE GUYS CRAMPING YOUR STYLE!
>>5698750Chancing my vote >>5698736 to >GO IT ALONE. YOU DON’T NEED THESE GUYS CRAMPING YOUR STYLE!
>>5698684>GO ALONEIf we fail miserably, there'd be less witnesses
>>5698750>GO IT ALONE. YOU DON’T NEED THESE GUYS CRAMPING YOUR STYLE!then
>>5698730>BRING RAJ!>>5698772>>5698797>>5698808>>5698853>>5698960>GO IT ALONE!>>5698772Thanks for joining! I've been having the quest itch for a while now-really glad you're giving this new one a chance! Hope you enjoy it.>>5698853Good call-wouldn't want to EMBARRASS yourself in front of your new friends, right? :)>>5698960thenWriting! Also check out the sweet new Quest Thread General OP Image by Indonesian Gentleman of JAIL QUEST! I guess Pepper's ready for Summer?
Yea… you’re good. As friendly as Raj seems, you’re confident enough in your social skills to not need a character reference when talking to, y’know…BABES.As for Pepper, well…Pepper’s Pepper.Giving the girl in question a thumbs up, you instruct the two stooges to guard your PIZZAS with their lives. With their LIVES!“That’s a major affirmative, man!” Replies Raj with a lazy, but still pretty spirited salute!“Go get ‘em, tiger.” Pepper adds, throwing in a wink for good measure. This bitch…You head about halfway down the stairs and out of sight of your new ‘pals’ before primping your hair a bit! Satisfied, you enter the maze of deck chairs and nearly slip on what appears to be a HALF-MELTED ICE CUBE!“Whoops! Watch your step, man!” Exclaims the girl wearing the denim shorts and what appears to be an athletic swimsuit under her jacket, “Slipping hazard!”Noticing your approach, the spectacled girl in the pink cat sweater immediately simmers down before retreating behind her athletic friend. Making your approach with a casual ‘suuuup, you’re pleased to find that the athlete responds with a smile!“Just trying to stay awake for the big bash!” She explains as she opens up her jacket pockets to reveal HANDFULS OF ICE! “You want some?”Err, you’ll think about it? Digesting your response, the darker-skinned girl’s eyes widen as she looks you over.“Say… I don’t recognize you-ya here for the party?”Kind of, you shrug, you’re the PIZZA GUY.“Oh man, you’re gonna be POPULAR!” The girl laughs as her pink-sweatered friend eases up a bit behind her, “Any chance we can get an early slice? I’m STARVING!”Can’t fault her on enthusiasm! Noticing her faux pas, the girl wipes her icy hand on her jacket before jabbing it at you for a shake!“Right, name’s AYLA WELLER!” Ayla announces as she steps aside to reveal her pal, “And this is TERRA. Yes, she talks.”DIESEL, you reply as you give Ayla’s hand a firm shake, DIESEL CRASH.“Crash, huh?” Repeats Ayla, clearly trying to commit it to memory, “I’m gonna be honest, man, that’s one of the coolest last names I’ve ever heard! Right, Ter?”“... Yea…”“Ooh, high praise!”Now that you’ve gotten their attention, what’s the play here?>SO WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE ISLAND?>YOU UH… DO SPORTS, AYLA?>TERRA, WHAT’S YOUR STORY?>ANYTHING I OUGHTA’ KNOW ABOUT THE PARTY TONIGHT?>WHAT’S THE STORY ON (INSERT CHARACTER NAME HERE)?>WRITE-IN!>JUST SAYING HI! SEE YA AROUND!
>>5698973>YOU UH… DO SPORTS, AYLA?
>>5698973>SO WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE ISLAND?>ANYTHING I OUGHTA’ KNOW ABOUT THE PARTY TONIGHT?
>>5698973>ANYTHING I OUGHTA’ KNOW ABOUT THE PARTY TONIGHT?>WHAT’S THE STORY ON MINA HAUSER?
>>5698983>>5698985>>5699000>>5699002THE TALLY:>SPOOOORTS: 1>ISLAND: 1>PARTY: 3>MINA: 2Looks like we're asking about Mina and the Partaaaay. Writing!
So, you begin, anything I oughta’ know about the party tonight? Drama? Beef? Secrets?Ayla’s eyes light up the minute your question leaves your mouth!“Dude, you don’t know the HALF of it! Let me paint a picture for ya:” Before you can ask, the athlete frames a nonexistent shot with her fingers like a director!“GREENRIDGE doesn’t get a lotta’ transfers, yea? So pretty much everyone knows everyone… we’ve all been together for four years, at LEAST!”“Lots of history…” Mutters Terra, earning an appreciative smile from her pal!“Toldja she talked!” Ayla boasts! “So anyways, this is everyone’s LAST HURRAH, okay? Including MINA AND DARREN HAUSER!”Wires connect inside your head. Those are the two kids of the island’s owner, right?“A-Plus, kid!” Nods Ayla! “So this one’s shapin’ up to be the BIGGEST YET! We’ve got POOLS,” she begins as she counts off the perks on her fingers, “JACUZZIS, a LAGOON THING, FULLY-STOCKED SPORT COURTS, FRITZ’ band SEPSIS is gonna be playing, ooh, and don’t forget the CHOCOLATE FOUNTAI-”“Maybe he’s not a… sports guy…” Interjects Terra in a slightly less-soft voice, deftly deflating Ayla’s ‘flow’“... well, yea… there’s other stuff too, I guess…” She grumbles. “Anyways, the Hausers want to graduate with a bang, y’know? So this year oughta’ be the best one.”Sounds like it’s gonna get a little rowdy, you chuckle.“HAH! Good luck!” Scoffs Ayla as she and her friend share a knowing glance! “You’re clearly not from our school-JAKE has everything locked down with the DISCIPLINARY COMMITTEE. Dude made a presentation and everything before school ended on Friday.”So what, you ask, aren’t they, like, students?“Kiiiiinda?” The tomboy replies with a raised eyebrow. “They keep the school in order and all took mandatory CQC classes, right, Ter?”“I think they hosted a seminar on hostage interrogation too…” Her friend mumbles. “... it was on a Saturday so I didn’t go…”“But anywho, nothing to worry about, dude!” Ayla laughs as she gives your back a hearty (and somewhat painful) slap! “Just stay around the MANSION and play nice and you'll have a great time!”“The native fauna can be territorial too…” Adds Terra with a serious expression. “Especially at night…”“Ter’s a bit of an animal whiz.” Explains Ayla as she gives your ribs a nudge with her elbow. “But every year some kids go wandering off into the woods for some HANKY-PANKY and leave in a medical chopper… watch yourself, Crash!”Yea, you reply as you brush off her knowing wink, you’ll uh… you’ll be careful.“Smart man.”>CONTD.
>>5699034Speaking of MINA, you segue, what’s the story on her anyways?“Errr,” Stammers Ayla as the air starts to feel colder, “Why uh… why do you wanna know?”She’s the one who’s paying you, you answer with a smile! Wouldn’t hurt to know who she is in a crowd!“Ohhh, gotcha!” The swimmer sighs as her voice regains its pep! “Well no offense to her because it’s REALLY cool of her and Dare to put this party together,” she begins, “But she’s kind of a… what would you call it, Ter?”“.... Ice Queen?”“Bingo! Yea, that.”Stuck up rich bitch, you remark with a sagely nod, that’s something you don’t see every day…“She’s not that bad, honest!” Stammers Ayla! “She’s just got a lot on her plate, y’know?”“Running Student Council isn’t easy…” Terra adds with a concerned sigh.“And you didn’t hear it from me,” the tomboy begins before leaning in closer to you, “but the jocks all heard that Dare’s next on the list for the family business… not Mina.”Ouch, you reply through clenched teeth, that’s uh… that’s rough!“So don’t take it personally if she’s a little…” Ayla continues, letting her voice trail off for Terra to complete the sentence.“Standoffish.”“Standoffish.” Nods the jock. “She’s really pretty, though! And nice if you’re not a jerk!”“Just don’t make her angry…”“Yea,” Snorts the athlete with a knowing grin, “If she doesn’t getcha’ then JAKE sure will!”“Shame she’s not into him…” Remarks Terra as she wistfully looks to the sky.>CONTD.
>>5699035Well, you continue, what ab-Your attempt to get another info dump is thwarted by the blare of an ear-splitting BOAT HORN! “AlRIGHT!” Cheers Ayla with an enthusiastic hop, “Party here we come!”Sure enough, the horn is followed by the crackle of an intercom!‘ATTENTION ALL PASSENGERS: WE’LL BE ARRIVING AT HAUSER ISLE SHORTLY. PLEASE BE SURE TO COLLECT ALL PERSONAL BELONGINGS AND PREPARE TO DISEMBARK! WE WILL BE LEAVING FOR ORANGE CLIFFS AFTER REFUELING AND MAINTENANCE. IF I HAD TO GUESS I’D SAY YOU HAVE ONE OR TWO CHOICES LEFT UNTIL WE GET THERE. I’M NOT THE QM, OKAY? I JUST SAIL THE DAMN BOAT. I DON’T EVEN GET A CHARACTER PORTRAIT-AM I A MAN? WOMAN? YOU SURE AS HELL CAN’T TELL!”“Welp!” Exclaims the tomboy as she and Terra hastily kick the ice off the deck and into the water, “You wanna walk with us, Crash? Me an’ Terra can be your bodyguards… for a few slices of pizza, that is!”You’ve gotta grab your PACK, you explain, but you’ll figure it out once those GREEN CHOICES pop up later in the post.“Okay! No rush!” Smiles the tomboy. “Catch us by the gangplank if you wanna!”As the two girls prepare to disembark, you take a few steps over to the guardrail and lean over it. Peering in the direction the boat’s headed, you can already make out a DOCK nestled within an artificial cove-the landing lit up like a Christmas tree with lights and people!Looks like you’re almost there–anything else before you arrive?>TALK TO TERRA AND AYLA MORE!>CHECK OUT THAT YEARBOOK!>CHAT WITH RAJ!>RECONVENE WITH PEPPER!>JUST GET READY TO LEAVE… YOU’VE BEEN ON THIS BOAT FOR AGES!>WRITE-IN!
>>5699037>CHECK OUT THAT YEARBOOK!Seeing a picture of Mina can't hurt
>>5699037>CHECK OUT THAT YEARBOOK!>RECONVENE WITH PEPPER!
>>5699037>CHECK OUT THAT YEARBOOK!>RECONVENE WITH PEPPER!Need to know waht Mina looks like so we don't get bamboozled, all try to memorize Darren and Jake so we can earn Pepper's 'favor'.
>>5699039>>5699044>>5699045>YEARBOOK!>>5699044>>5699045>PEPPER!Looks like we're heading back to look at that yearbook... and maybe check in with our resident 'journalist' too. Writing!
You earn a pair of friendly waves as you bid the two girls farewell for now!“Don’t be a stranger, Crash!” Chirps Ayla as Terra gives you a warm, if not somewhat sheepish smile from behind her, “We’ll be waiting for that pizza!”Giving them a thumbs up, you make your way back up to your PIZZA PACK to find Raj fooling around on his board… LINDA, right?“Right on the first time, bro!” He remarks as he successfully manages to stumble off of his companion. “Wanna see me do a kickflip?”Maybe later, you shrug as you scan the area for your ‘partner’. Any clue where Pepper went?“No idea, man…” Reports Raj as he takes another shot at the trick. “She didn’t wanna see a kickflip either.”She’s probably just invading someone else’s privacy… she’ll be back.Earning a shrug from Raj, you make your way over to the abandoned YEARBOOK you spotted before. You’ve got a few more names now-maybe you can find out what Mina looks like?Thumbing quickly through pages of in-jokes, school events, and oodles of people you don’t recognize, you search takes you to the ‘H’ section of this year’s grads… and the pictures of the HAUSER SIBLINGS!DARREN, or ‘DARE’ as Ayla referred to him, stares back at you with the quintessential ‘JOCK GRIN’-the type that oozes complete and utter confidence… enough to make you wanna take a shower. Black hair, blue eyes, and a pretty standard Senior Quote all things considered:‘If you want something to happen, you gotta throw the ball first!’Euch.Hearing Raj take another spill behind you, you direct your attention to Darren’s sister: the raven-haired beauty staring into the camera like it just threw garbage at her. Ayla and Terra were right, you think to yourself, she looks like someone you don’t wanna tangle with.Glad you’re just getting paid by her…“Word on the street is she still sleeps with a stuffed bunny-”AAAIIIIE!>CONTD.
>>5699114Screaming like a little girl at the sudden voice in your ear, you topple head-over-heels onto the deck just as your skater pal lets out a triumphant cheer!“D’aww man, you guys missed it…”Pepper, you hiss as you get off the floor, you coulda’ KILLED her!“... named ELVIS.” Concludes the red-haired reporter. “Doing your homework, I see-good on you, slick.”Yea, you nod as your heart stops trying to pummel its way out of your chest, you wanted to brush up on who’s who!“Trust me on this, chief: you ain’t gonna miss her.” Pepper replies as she takes a seat next to you. “She acts like she doesn’t want attention, but she thrives on the stuff…”Well that sounds healthy! Flipping through the pages some more, you turn to the reporter for assistance. Does she know JAKE’S last name? He’s supposed to be in STUDENT COUNCIL…“Pretty sure it starts with a ‘J...’ Mutters Raj before his face lights up with recognition! “Hey, Pep, isn’t he your-”“No clue what you’re talking about, pal.” She interjects, making a point to avoid your gaze.Oh son of a… flipping back to the ‘H’s, you find your target exactly where you thought he’d be: JAKE HORNSBY. Know him, Pepper?“I’ve never met that man before in my life.”Bullshit.“Guess ya scooped me again, scout.”… wait, you add as you examine the page closer, where’s Pepper’s photo?“He’s a year ahead of me, slick.” She explains with a shrug. “He’s my older brother.”But what about that DISCLAIMER ear-“SNAFU with the school records, don’t read into it.”So you’re not a senior, you growl, that means you're not actually allowed to be at the party?“Neither are you, hotshot.”Dropping it for now, you refocus your attention on the glasses-wearing redhead in the photo. Contrary to Pepper’s unshakable smug demeanor, Jake looks like he would drown you in a pool and make it look like an accident!“Yea, he gets that a lot.”His quote is no less inspiring:‘Through uncompromising order: peace.’And THIS is the guy running the DISCIPLINARY COMMITTEE??“He does take it pretty seriously...” Shrugs Pepper as Raj beefs it again behind her. “But that’s why I chose THE BEST-”Yea, yea, save it for someone who’s buyin’ it!>CONTD.
>>5699117Okay, you huff, you think you’ve got a pretty decent grasp on the players now, but-“Heeey, you guys lookin’ at the yearbook?” Asks Raj as he scoots over on his board. Yea man, you’ve been talking about it for two whole posts no-“Ooh! OOH! Show us your photo, bro!” Commands the skater as he rapidly pokes the book! You’re not in it, remember? You don’t go to GREENRIDGE!“He’s a SANDCR-”WE GET IT!‘Bummer, man…” Raj sighs as he drifts back and forth on Linda, “We all did these ‘Supernative’ things for ours… we got to vote for who’s most likely to do what and all that!” The skater grins like an idiot. “It was rad!”Thumbing through the pages again, you manage to track down the ‘Supernatives’ your pal was talking about… along with a few familiar faces.‘Most Likely to Become a Member of Congress?’“Yepperoony!” Laughs Raj as his head bobs up and down like a ragdoll’s! “I’m just a caring guy, y’know?”That’s definitely one way of reading it… let’s see here-’Most Likely to Commit High Treason…’“Pretty prophetic..”Wait, wha?“HUH?!?” Exclaims Pepper with a confused look on her face! “Whuh?!”Never mind… before you can check a few more, you feel Raj’s hot breath as he leans over your shoulder.“Say, what did your fellow Sandcrabs give you, huh, dude?”You’re pretty sure it was ’MOST LIKELY TO…>WRESTLE A MOOSE… AND WIN! (BONUS TO STRENGTH CHECKS)>BECOME A PROFESSIONAL GEM THIEF! (BONUS TO DEXTERITY CHECKS)>SET A RECORD IN SPRINTING! (BONUS TO SPEED CHECKS)>CHARM HIS WAY OUT OF A TICKET! (BONUS TO CHARISMA CHECKS)>DISCOVER THE CURE FOR CANCER! (BONUS TO SMARTS CHECKS)>WRITE-IN (CHOOSE A BONUS ABOVE, BUT WRITE A DIFFERENT SUPERLATIVE FOR IT!)
>>5699121>WRESTLE A MOOSE… AND WIN! (BONUS TO STRENGTH CHECKS)Why else were we named Diesel?
>>5699121>>WRESTLE A MOOSE… AND WIN! (BONUS TO STRENGTH CHECKS)
>>5699121>SET A RECORD IN SPRINTING! (BONUS TO SPEED CHECKS)>>5699136because we're fast
>>5699121>SET A RECORD IN SPRINTING! (BONUS TO SPEED CHECKS)Half hour delivery or the pizza's free (local area only) is a hell of an incentive.
>>5699121>>5699144Switching to >>SET A RECORD IN SPRINTING! (BONUS TO SPEED CHECKS)
>>5698682>‘Eeeey killer, it’s EMILIO!>>5699117>Pepper, you hiss as you get off the floor, you coulda’ KILLED her!...ok, you're feeding my paranoia that our MC is actually a mafia assassin or something (Uncle Emilio literally calls him a killer!), and we don't just have pizza in that bag. After all, we had more than pizza in there - we did have our uniform, too.So, for the vote:>>5699121>MOST LIKELY TO...>KNOW WHERE JIMMY HOFFA'S BURIED! (BONUS TO STRENGTH CHECKS)This is a reference to a high-profile unsolved disappearance (probably an assassination) associated with the American Mafia.Even if the Mafia reference gets thrown out, I'll go with the highest-voted (BONUS TO STRENGTH CHECKS) option.
Alright, that oughta' be enough time for deliberation! Don't worry-there will be more opportunities for permanent bonuses AND penalties!THE TALLY:>>>5699136>>5699165>>5699195>>5699201>>5699212>STRENGTH: 2!>SPEED: 3!Writing!>>5699212To be fair Pepper's a tiny little thing. As for Emilio, well, he's a fat Irish Italian-that stuff just slips out sometimes! I'm sure you're just imagining everything! : )
>>5699223>Irish ItalianThe Italian Mafia.The Irish Mob....two of the most influential and feared organized crime operations in portions of 20th Century American history, particularly in New York. (The other one in the trio was the Jewish Mob. All three of them alternately fought and collaborated with each other over quite a long period of time, and had some interesting overlap.) ...and we're doing pizza delivery to an island, so I guess we're coastal somewhere.Actually, you mentioned that our phone had no cell reception bars, but GPS is a satellite-based system where our phone only needs to pick up at least three satellite signals, so it should be able to tell us where we are, even without a cell connection.Where is HAUSER ISLAND?
>>5699230>Where is HAUSER ISLAND?Hauser Island is one of several small islands off the coast of Orange Cliffs-a port city located in Southern California and several hours away from a beach community called Clearwater.This quest, like my previous one, takes place in a world SIMILAR to our own, so places will have different names than their real world counterparts. Kinda like in Grand Theft Auto with Liberty City!
>>5699238Oh fuck, we're in SoCal? Going to some magnate's private island several hours off the coast?I will now begin assuming every character is a dickhead until proven otherwise, and I wish strength had won that last vote.
>>5699250>every character is a dickhead until proven otherwiseThis is pretty much how my characters usually go, yea
Superlatives, huh? Leaning back in thought, you try to recall what your classmates gave you…‘Most Likely to Bag a Supermodel’-that’s the one!“Bullshit.”Guess she scooped ya that time… no, you sigh, they nominated you as ‘Most Likely to Set a Record in Sprinting!’ “Ya didn’t look that spry when we first met, chief.”Quiet, you!“Got photographic evidence to prove it, too.”Look, you do a lot better on SOLID GROUND, okay? This boat crap? It’s for the birds!“Yea, the birds could really use a win…” Nods Raj in solemn contemplation. Yea… okay…Anyways, you sigh, you get a lot of practice delivering ’ZZA, especially with those dicks that straddle the ‘Half an Hour Delay and the Pizza’s Free’ policy! You had to hit the rooftops a few times-it ain’t easy!“And here you are delivering to an island…” Mutters Raj as he nearly falls off his board from a sitting position. “Most serendipitous…”Yea, nah, you snort, that policy sure as hell didn’t apply to THIS little field trip!“Speaking of, slick,” Pepper begins as she gives your sleeve a few tugs, “What say we get this show on the road?”Sure enough, the ferry is already slowing down by the time you realize what’s happening! Stuffing the YEARBOOK into your INVENTORY, you rise to your feet and join your pals in watching your vessel roll into port!Drifting past the two ‘arms’ of the artificial cove, you’re greeted by a handful of docks-there’s the metal variety, of course-the ones that rise and fall with the tides, and then there’s the permanent concrete ones-their surfaces scrubbed clean of algae and barnacles. Upon seeing your ferry, several dockworkers rush like ants to tie it down as the intercom once more blares across the deck!‘ATTENTION PASSENGERS: NOW IS THE TIME TO DISEMBARK. AGAIN, PLEASE SWEEP THE AREA FOR ANY PERSONAL BELONGINGS BEFORE LEAVING THE VESSEL USING THE PROVIDED EXITS!’Hoisting your PIZZA PACK onto your shoulders, you immediately remember why you put the damn thing on the floor in the first place!“You good, bro?” Asks Raj as he places a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “I can grab some if you want!”Nah, you groan as you try to ignore the bemused look on Pepper’s face, you got this! Leading the charge towards the exit, you can already see a few people leaving the boat: there’s Terra and Ayla, of course, but you must have missed a person or two!Amidst a smattering of other grad bash-goers you notice a girl with skin whiter than milk, bright-red hair reaching down to her waist, and a black shirt that shows off her pale midriff above a red plaid skirt!How the hell did you miss the GOTH!?>CONTD.
>>5699258A firm kick to your behind breaks you out of the witch’s spell. Wh-where am I?!“Keep going, chief, I wanna get into this party tonight!” Chides Pepper as you pick up the pace! Did she forget that you’re her IN?“That depends on you, sandcrab.” She counters with a grin. “Don’t let me down, now!”“Yea, don’t let her down, man.”Thanks, Raj, you don’t plan on it… As you make your way to the ship’s exit, you’re sent off by the ferry’s captain: a slightly older man with a blonde beard and a pair of sunglasses on.“Take care out there, now.” He warns as a smile creeps across his face. You too, dude…“Thanks again, bro!” Adds Raj before hopping onto his board and riding it down the gangway! You and Pepper are barely halfway down when you spot them: six… no, SEVEN tough customers clad in white suits, mirror shades, and earpieces that they periodically speak into! Idling further down the dock, the suits flag down the disembarkees before directing them all into a line where GOLF CARTS standby for pickup!“DISCO…” Mutters Pepper as she leads you off to the side near a stack of steel crates!Yea, they do look like they could tear the dance floor up, don’t they? Earning a frown from your partner, you quickly deduce that wasn’t her meaning.“DISCIPLINARY COMMITTEE.” She adds, pointing at them again for good measure! “We gotta get past ‘em somehow, Diesel.”Jesus, you sputter, those guys are STUDENTS?!“Not all of them,” Pepper responds in a matter-of-fact tone, “Some of them are girls, y’know.”Thanks, very helpful.“What’s the hold up, amigos and amigettes?” Asks Raj as he rolls over to where you’re talking. “You uh… you guys need space or something?”Motioning for him to wait a moment, you survey the situation and weigh your options…>CONTD.
>>5699261First of all, you begin, the plan hasn’t totally changed: Pepper still has her DISGUISE if you want to get in that way. As if on cue, your partner dons her PIZZA MIND CAP and gives you an enthusiastic thumbs up. Super.But there’s a few other things you notice as well-namely the beginning of what looks to be a TRAIL to the EAST of where the GOLF CARTS are carrying people up to the MANSION. If you hugged the crates and timed it right you could probably SNEAK IN undetected by the goons…“Anything I can do to help, bros?” Asks Raj in an eager tone! Yea, you nod, there is, actually… with that SKATEBOARD of his he could probably CAUSE A DISTRACTION--that might make it easy to run for the trees…“Not to interrupt your plans, champ, but take a look at that!”Before you can ask, Pepper’s already got her CAMERA pointed down the beach! Following the lens, you notice a series of FLASHES in a copse of trees… upon observing it for a moment you notice it’s not random, nor is it a set pattern… is someone trying to SIGNAL YOU?“If they know we’re here then that already complicates things…” Mutters Pepper as she moves to get something out of her skirt pocket. It’s cool, you say in a calm tone, it might not even be for us!“Hey, I got a plan too!” Announces Raj with a twinkle in his… wait, does he even have eyes? Also since when did he get added to this mission?“Hey, take me or leave me, bros-I’m just here for a good time!” Returning his GUN FINGAHS with two of your own, you motion for him to continue-what was his plan again?“Oh yea, huh!” He laughs before beckoning the two of you over to the side of the dock, “If we wanna be all sneaky-like, why not just SWIM, dudes?”“Let’s not and say we didn’t!” Exclaims Pepper with a remarkable lack of smugness! Geez, you scoff, he was just offering an idea… a really bad one given you’ve got PIZZAS to carry, but still-“Yep, that’s the reason right there! The pizzas!” Pepper continues as she gives you both a vigorous nod! “No need to go swimming, nope!”You’re inclined to dig a little deeper here, but seeing the way the girl looks at the ocean around you gives you pause. Might have to revisit that later…“Alright, slick,” the reporter sighs, “What’s the play here?”What indeed?>TRY TO GET THROUGH USING DISGUISES!>SNEAK OVER TO THE TRAIL!>HAVE RAJ CREATE A DISTRACTION AND RUSH FOR THE TREELINE!>CHECK OUT THE LIGHT!>SWIM! YOU’RE PRETTY SURE THIS PACK IS WATER-TIGHT!>WRITE-IN!
>>5699262>TRY TO GET THROUGH USING DISGUISES!Wasn't this the original plan anyways? We already knew we were going to have to probably take a golf cart, and that would involve vetting at some point.
>>5699262>>SNEAK OVER TO THE TRAIL!Let's test out that new speed bonus!
>>5699262>TRY TO GET THROUGH USING DISGUISES!Gotsta' get paid, and that means delivering 'zza in a timely manner. Pepper's thing is secondary, but this is also probably her best bet to get in s well.
>>5699262>TRY TO GET THROUGH USING DISGUISES!>You don't need to disguise yourself. You are are the 'ZZA Delivery man! You have a legitimate role to play here, and you need to collect payment from Mina for the PIZZAs upon your back. And you have been instructed to collect payment specifically from her by Uncle Emilio.>That means the guards/DC must let you in, let you ride in a golf cart, even.>WRITE IN:>Pepper has the PIZZA MIND HAT, you're wearing your FASHIONABLE TRACKSUIT, but ...didn't you have a full uniform in your PIZZA PACK? Give that to Raj! And tell him to be quick about pulling it on over his clothes!...seriously, we've got enough pizzas that we need a vehicle.
>>5699287>a uniform for RajSure, why not?
>>5699262>TRY TO GET THROUGH USING DISGUISES!
>>5699267>>5699281>>5699287>>5699298>DISGUISES!>>5699270>SNEAKY SNEAK!Writing!>>5699267Yep, but I always like to throw in a couple more options just to add some variety! Who knows? Sometimes the original plan isn't always as good as something else that pops up!
The play’s the same, you reply, they’re gonna dress up and you’re delivering these damn pizzas… and no way in HELL are you lugging this bag all the way up that driveway!“Don’t fret, bro-I’ve been on it before and it’s not that long!” Reports Raj with a fresh grin on his face!“... though I was skating on it… downhill…”There’s time enough for that later tonight, you mutter. For now just get your stuff on and leave the talking to ME!Plopping the PIZZA MIND CAP on her head, Pepper gives you a reassuring thumbs up! As for Raj, you begin, you’re allowed in already, so…… what are you doin’, bud?“Blendin’ in, dude!” Raj replies as he finishes putting your PIZZA MIND UNIFORM on over his other clothing! “When in Rome, y’know?”You really don’t, you huff, but whatever… heaving the PIZZA PACK onto your back, you get back on track and gather the pack!Remember, you hiss as you and your gang of misfits make your way down the dock towards the LOADING ZONE, don’t do anything unless YOU tell them to do it!“Eyes on the prize, chief…” Whispers Pepper from below her new hat. Oh, they’re ON it!By the time you reach the line, Terra and Ayla are already gone and The Goth you spotted is climbing into a GOLF CART. As the two of you lock eyes for a second, you’re taken out of it by the tall, bald mountain of man looming over you in an immaculately-WHITE suit!“Name?” He asks, not bothering to look up from a TABLET in his white-gloved hands.DIESEL CRASH, you answer like the protagonist you are! Tapping away at his device, the bouncer lets out a long, weary sigh before looking up at you. “You ain’t on the list.”Gee, that’s weird, you reply with a derisive snort! You’re dropping off food from PIZZA MIND-can he let you through already? It’s gonna get COLD!“Oh, it’s you. Was wondering when the food was gonna get here…” Mutters the bouncer as he gives his TABLET a few taps. “You got the RECEIPT?”Yea, you groan, you’ve got it in the bag… Ra-err, ROCCO, can you grab it please?“Sure thing, brah!” Placing his SKATEBOARD on the ground, Raj dutifully produces the RECEIPT you found earlier and hands it to you with a smile!“All yours, Jefe!”“How ya’ doin’ tonight, Raj?” Asks the guard as he inspects the document.GGRK!>CONTD.
>>5699345You don’t believe in telepathy or anything, but as you and Pepper exchange panicked glances, you were almost certain you both just agreed on killing the skater through some kind of MENTAL LINK!“It’s goin’, man… you shoulda’ seen the kickflip I did earlier…”“Got any more left in ya? I’ve been dyin’ to see one…”“The night is young, bro… the night is young!”Wait a second, you stammer, is… you’re okay with Raj wearing the uh… uniform?“Buddy, if you know Raj you know he’s doing stuff like this all the time.” Shrugs the bouncer as he hands you back your document. “We all learned to stop trying to make sense of it back in Freshman Year.”“What can I say?” Asks the skater as he gives you a lighthearted shrug, “I got a rep, dude!”Oh, you say with a few confused blinks, cool!“Yep.” Whistling for a few pals, the bouncer and his companions hold their arms out expectantly. You’re about to give one of them a high-five when the ringleader speaks up:“You’re good, man-we’ll take the pizza off your hands!”EEEEH?The DisCo guards raise their eyebrows in perfect sync.“There a problem with that?”A PROBLEM, you gasp as you feel Pepper’s stare boring holes into the back of your head, hell yea there is! You were sent here to deliver these to MINA HAUSER! Taking a moment to confirm first, you jab an accusatory finger at the group of guards! None of them look like MINA HAUSER!“Yea, about that…” sighs the lead DisCo, “Jake called earlier and said she told him that she didn’t want you to miss the ferry home, so she figured you could just drop the food here and head home!”Yea RIGHT, you snarl, your pointed finger now shaking with growing IRISH-ITALIAN RAGE! And how exactly are you supposed to get PAID, huh!?“Right, she mentioned that too.” Continues the goon in a surprisingly calm tone! “She wanted to change the deal with the guy she placed the order with, but no one was answering the phone.”Well of COURSE no one is, you groan, it’s sundown-your uncle’s probably blackout drunk by now!“She made it a point to tell you that she’s sorry about the trouble,” Adds the guard, “But she’s prepared to pay your restaurant tomorrow along with uh…. What was it again, Sally?”“Here ya go, Rich.” Responds another bald goon as she produces a NOTE from her white suit. Handing it over to you, you read it quickly and feel the color drain from your face.“30% TIP AND a ‘LATE PAYMENT BONUS?” Remarks the lead goon with an impressed whistle, “Not bad, man! Plus you don’t have to lug all this crap into the house!”“You lucked out, dude!” Adds Raj, clearly not registering the sheer ANGER in your eyes!>CONTD.
>>5699346Okay, you mumble to yourself as your mind wanders to all the ideas you had for that FAVOR you’re no longer gonna get, there’s a way to win this! Just gotta think…>ROLL TO 1d100+5 (+5 DO IT FOR THE FAVOOORR, +5 IRISH-ITALIAN RAGE, -5 DisCos DON’T PLAY!) CONVINCE THIS GUY TO LET YOU THROUGH! I’LL TAKE THE BEST OF 3 ROLLS! As always, write-in ideas/arguments can only help!
Rolled 1 + 5 (1d100 + 5)>>5699347My UNCLE who is WELL-CONNECTED with folks of IRISH-JEWISH-ITALIAN PERSUASION on the EAST COAST insisted that I get PAID before I leave. he SPECIFICALLY instructed me not to some back without MONEY. If I come back without money or at the very least a PERSONALLY CERTIFIED BANK DRAFT from NINA HAUSER, I'm not gonna' be delivering anchovies... I'm gonna be seeing them swimming over my head from the bottom of this SoCo BAY, ya' dig????!
Rolled 26 (1d100)>>5699347uh... best of 3... maybe this'll be a 100 and save it?
Rolled 31 (1d100)>>5699347We were instructed by Uncle Emilio to deliver these pizzas to Mina Hauser in person!No Mina, no Pizza! You want I should lose my job? I have clear recorded instructions about delivering the party pizza.>>5699346>To whom it may concern...There's no fucking way this is legit. Nobody who's supposed to be paying for party pizzas in this situation would be writing a note like that. At the very least, if they both wanted to pay us and get us off the island, all they had to do was send down the goons with cash in hand.They're trying to get us off the island and not pay us, without any guarantee.There's a good chance Mina is out of the picture - we've never seen her handwriting before, so how could we possible know if the note's legit?
>>5699352>>5699353You have failed Italy.Then again, I only got a 31...
>>5699352>>5699355>>5699369>HIGHEST ROLL: CRITFAIL! YEEEEOOOOWWWCH!No worries, all-at least this was early on, right? Writing the last update of the evening!
Rolled 62 + 5 (1d100 + 5)>>5699347Past best of 3, but I'm curious what my roll would've been.
I forgot to add the +5 to mine, is that helps, and you may have additional modifiers...
>>5699379>>5699382Horsequest could have waited... :(
You feel your body start to heat up underneath your TRENDY TRACKSUIT as the reality of the situation sets in. No, you hiss through clenched teeth, I did NOT luck out, Raj! THIS IS THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF ‘LUCKING OUT!’“That’s… still a lot of money, dude.” Replies the lead guard with a hint of concern in his tone. “Do you need to sit down, or-”NO, you growl, you do NOT need to sit down! Hands clenched at your sides, you can feel your heartbeat in your forehead as you feel the anger flow through you!The deal, you snarl as you SHOVE the NOTE into the bouncer’s chest, was that you got paid TONIGHT! MINA HAUSER! CASH. IN. HAND!”“Sir, I’m gonna have to politely ask you to CALM DOWN…” The guard orders as his pals slowly form a circle around you! Calm THIS down!Whipping your PIZZA PACK around for them to see, you jab a twitching finger at the PIZZA MIND logo! Do they even know who they’re FUCKING WITH!? EMILIO-FUCKING-CRASH, that’s who! And if they had any space left in their JAWBREAKER-SIZED BRAINS that wasn’t taken up by ‘HOW WEAR DUH SOOT’ they’d know the kind of SHEER POWER that man has at his hairy fingertips!“Call JAKE.” Hisses the lead guard as both Raj and Pepper slowly back away from you. Call THE PRESIDENT, you roar! Because when EMILIO says to GET PAID BEFORE LEAVING, you GET PAID! And if I don’t come back with money, we’re AAAAAALLLL GONNA BE PAYING THE ULTIMATE PRII-Somewhere in the middle of the word ‘price’ you feel yourself being lifted off the ground and flipped. It’s only moments before your head comes crashing down to the pavement that you realize what’s going on:Crap, you think as you see both Raj and Pepper watching in utter shock, this guy’s PILE DRIVING y->CONTD?
>>5699395sel… Diiiiieeeseelllll….You awaken in a vast, pink void and find yourself in the midst of a floating sensation… as if your whole body was made of warm cotton candy.It’s warm here. Kinda nice.“Dieeeeselll….”Your vision swims. Blinking in protest, you reel backwards when you notice an amorphous dark shape approaching you!It takes you a moment to realize it’s calling your name in a feminine voice…“Diiiiieeeeseeelllll…”You strain your eyes, will them with your jelly-like mind to do their damn job and focus, but it’s fruitless. It’s only when the shape comes REALLY close that you see what it is…>... MOM?>... MINA?>... PEPPER?>... AYLA?>... TERRA?>... WRITE-IN (SOMETHING ELSE?)
>>5699399SECRET RUSSIAN SPY SECRET RUSSIAN SPY LET'S MAKE THIS UNNECESSARILY MORE ZANY
>>5699399>... WRITE-IN (SOMETHING ELSE?)Your martial arts teacher, and she's disappointed in you.
>>5699399>...MY RUSSIAN DOUBLE-AGENT KUNG-FU MILF WAIFU FROM MY UNCLE'S FAVOURITE 70'S TV SERIAL?>>5699402>>5699405I must redeem my failure in wacky spiritual mentor figures
>>5699399>MY FAVORITE VTUBER PROFESSOR GAMUGO?Because I love franchise continuity.
>>5699399>>5699405>>5699402Both of these
>>5699402>>5699408>>5699405>>5699544>DOUBLEAGENTKUNGFUMILFWAIFURUSSIANSPYMARTIALARTSTEACHERESSMILFAlright, you psychos, let's see what Santa can do...>>5699498>GAMUGOCheers, anon!Writing!
TTSSSSSSS!Oh, it’s a lit cigarette in your eye.Reeling back in ash-induced agony, your basic human reaction is chided with a series of ‘tsk’s.“Pathetic.”Wait a second, you growl, still picking ash out of your eye, you’d… you’d recognize that gravelly, disillusioned voice anywhere!M… MOM?You’re rewarded with another cigarette burn.“No, thankeenk god...” Grumbles the familiar voice dripping of borscht and suicidal novelists. “Open your eyes, Dieselchik.”You oblige and find yourself staring blurry-eyed into a rack no amount of head trauma could make you forget.Not to mention the woman attached to it: MASTER LAIKA KALASHNIKOVA: your MARTIAL ARTS TEACHER and the best extracurricular activity you’ve ever signed up for.That’s not important right now though-still dazed and confused, you ask just what the hell she’s doing in your dreams!… and why she’s not doing, y’know, the stuff she usually does in your dreAAAAUGH!“Quiet, boy.” She snaps as she applies her cigarette to your face again, “I am your master, even een your dreaminks.”Yes ma’am.“Good, good…” She purrs, staring at you with her one remaining and very impassive gray eye. “Plank position, Dieselchik. NOW.”Placing your forearms on the pinkish… ground, You straighten out and take a long breath as you feel your instructor take a seat on your back. So uh, you stammer as she gets comfortable, wh-why are you here, exactly?“I came here to laugh at you.” She scoffs before taking a long drag from her cigarette. “Which, considerink thees ees your mind is…” A pause. “Messinged Up.”Alright, you grunt, already feeling the burn in your abs, so this isn’t one of those nice dreams, then?“Only time vill tell…” Your master remarks as she blows smoke in your face. “Hold zee positionink.”>ROLL 1d100 TO HOLD ZEE POSITIONINK! I’LL TAKE THE BEST OF 3 ROLLS!
Rolled 29 (1d100)>>5699647HOLDING POSITIONINK
>>5699650FUUUUUCK MY LUCK RAN OUT
>>5699652It's like you WANT more cigarette burns
Rolled 36 (1d100)>>5699647FDHJSHFDSFDKSFJHKSVFWE
SOMEONE ACTUALLY FUCKING ROLL AND ROLL GOOD
Rolled 68 (1d100)>>5699647>>5699659I think I'll roll bad.
>>5699668Success, not bad! We'll take it
>>5699668Nice try, FFFFUCKER>>5699650>>5699657>>5699668>HIGHEST ROLL: 68!Writing!
And Hold Zee Positionink you do! Though DREAM SWEAT drips from your DREAM FOREHEAD and your DREAM TEACHER continues to stab your neck with DREAM CIGARETTES, you manage to hold firm and elicit a ‘Hm.’ from your master.High praise!“Now tell me, Dieselchik:” She begins as she crosses one scarred leg over the other while still sitting on your back, “Vhy are vee here?”That’s…. That’s pretty philosophical territory you’re getting int-TSSSSS!OW!“I am meanink thees DREAMINK WORLD, boy.” Explains Master, “Vhy are vee here?”Because, uh…Because you got PILEDRIVED?“Yes…” the woman purrs as she puffs some more smoke into your eyes, “You vere crushed like a soda can.” Her one eye narrows in more disgust than usual. “Shameful.”It’s not your fault, okay?! You were doing a favor for this girl and… look, it’ll be easier if you just dream her up and sho-“You’ve been bested, Dieselchik,” continues your master as her cold gaze continues to bore into you, “WHY?”Well, you sigh, fighting through the dull burn in your arms and the very real burns on your neck, there’s a lot of reasons, actually: Mina, if it really was her pulling the strings, totally sandbagged you back there, you got mad, that creep Pepper was giving you a look, some unlucky punk rolled a CRIT-FAIL in the first thread-“Wronk on all accounts,” Snarls your master as she gives your neck another ‘cigarette kiss. “You were defeated, Dieselchik, because zat ees zee way of theenks…”You blink. She’s gonna have to explain that one.“As usuals,” She grunts. “Leesten, boy: do you know vhat ‘LAIKA’ ees meanink?”That was the dog who waited in the train station for their master, right? In JapaAAAAAUGH!“Eet ees meanink ‘Bark’. I am naminked after doggie sound.”A part of you wants to make a joke here, but you reconsider. Was… was it because she was tough or something?“I was raised by PACK OF DOGS,, boy. I bit off Father Dog’s ear on third birthinkday. In DOG WORLD you are havink to be stronk.”That explains a lot, actually…“Very awkward family reunions, I can tellink you zat…”>CONTD.
>>5699704This is neat and all, you interject, but is there a point to all this? You’re probably already hemorrhaging readers with this Thread 1 Dream Sequence!“Zee point,” Master Laika growls, “Ees zat sometimes I am winnink zee dog fights… many timinks I am losink.”Dang, you remark, those must have been some tough dogs!“WRONK!” She snaps before kicking your side with her heel! “Beeg dog, small dog, eet matters not. Zee point ees zat everyone ees losink-but what must be done when zee battle ees lost?”I dunno, you huff, die?“Dyink ees for WUSS.” Replies your master before she gives you another kick. “Even in zee direst situationings you must fight on…” Her gray eye narrows once again for emphasis. “Even when theengs are seemingk to be hopeless…”Hey, you mutter, she’s… you GET it! So even though shit falls apart-“Make plan to bite off other dog ear later, yes.” She nods before finally standing up from your back! “Your plankink ees adequate for now. Rise.”Fighting through the burning pain in your DREAM ABS, you scramble to your feet just when it looks like Master Laika’s about to punch you! So, you pant, what’s… what happens now?“Eet ees your dream, Dieselchik.” She replies with a shrug of her scarred shoulders, “I’m figurink you are wakink up soon.”In that case, you remark…>CAN I ASK YOU SOMETHING? (WHAT?)>IT COOL IF WE FOOL AROUND?>I’M GONNA CHANGE YOU TO SOMEONE ELSE REAL QUICK… (WHO?)>THANKS, MASTER! GONNA WAKE UP NOW! (WAKE UP!)>WRITE-IN!
>>5699707>THANKS, MASTER! GONNA WAKE UP NOW! (WAKE UP!)
>>5699707>IT COOL IF WE FOOL AROUND?Give this man a break
>>5699707>>THANKS, MASTER! GONNA WAKE UP NOW! (WAKE UP!)
>>5699713>>5699731>>5699748>WAKE UP!>>5699724>FOOL AROUND?Dream Thots REJECTED. Writing!
Having hit your DREAM CIGARETTE BURN QUOTA for the day, you give your master a gracious bow! Thanks for the pep talk!“I’ll be addink eet to your tuition bill,” She replies, taking a drag from her cigarette as you feel yourself start to shift! “And don’t even theenk of beink late next class…”Yikes! Nodding vigorously, you instinctively squint when a blinding light assaults your eyes!Wait, what the hell?! You thought you were gonna wake up! Are you DYING!?“Not yet...” Murmurs an unfamiliar and very tired female voice! “Pizza boy’s up.”Your vision clears much faster this time around, and as the source of the light is pulled out of your face you find yourself staring into the practically-shut eyes of a girl with long blue hair and some kind of lab coat!Where… you wheeze as you survey the dark, prisonlike room around you, where AM I?”“Back among the living.” Replies your nurse with what you assume is her version of a smile. Still drowsy, your sight dips towards the ID TAG dangling from a lanyard around her pale neck-the name ‘MABEL MORAY’ emblazoned in bold black font above another familiar name and logo:‘HAUSER PHARMACEUTICALS’.Before you can inquire further, a set of fancy shoes emerges from the dark corners of the room attached to someone you would have preferred not to run into…“What the hell did you give him?” Asks JAKE HORNSBY as he adjusts his glasses.“Something to cover up the damage your thug did.” Sighs the nurse as she takes a sip from a COFFEE MUG held loosely in her gloved hand. “And any more bumps and scrapes that might occur…”Trotting over to a nearby TRASH CAN in her KNEE-HIGH BOOTS, Nurse Mabel dumps a bundle of PAPER TOWELS in before heading towards a door at the far end of the room! Pausing in front of it, the nurse raises an eyebrow in Jake’s direction.“We good here?”The boy nods. “Thank you again.”The nurse shrugs. “‘S your guy’s money…”Taking her leave, you’re left alone in a dark cement room with the guy everyone’s been warning you about all night. Scanning your dungeon for exits, you spot a few narrow BASEMENT WINDOWS to your left and right, but apart from those the door’s the only exit. “DIESEL CRASH…” Recites the VP, “You’re starting to make me wish we ordered CHINESE food.”You’ll tell him what you think about that crap! Rising to your fe-Oh wait, nope…“We restrained you for your own safety.” Jake explains as he points one of his black-gloved fingers at the ZIP-TIES keeping your arms and legs in your seat! “When they’ll come off depends on you.”What do!?>SCREW THIS-YOU WANNA TALK TO MINA!>WHERE’S RAJ AND PEPPER?>WHAT HAPPENED?>WHO WAS THAT GIRL JUST NOW?>STAY SILENT-LET THIS GUY TALK!>FREE YOURSELF! RRGH!>WRITE-IN!
>>5699772We have speed, not strength. Save what we have of it, and>STAY SILENT-LET THIS GUY TALK!while also>USE YOUR KNOWLEDGE OF ZIP-TIES TO UNDO THEM SILENTLYI imagine Diesel lives/lived in a bad neighborhood, where zip-ties were a common fix for broken items. Buying a lot would be out of the question, so reusing would be essential. Thus, Diesel should be used to opening them.Thank you for attending my broke talk
>>5699772>STAY SILENT-LET THIS GUY TALK!
>>5699772>>STAY SILENT-LET THIS GUY TALK!>while also>>USE YOUR KNOWLEDGE OF ZIP-TIES TO UNDO THEM SILENTLYhere's a rare never-before-seen Diesel
>>5699777>>5699790>LET HIM TALK!>UNDO ZIP-TIES SILENTLY!>>5699780>>5699799>>5699802>LET HIM TALK!Writing! Based on the votes we'll hold off on un-ziptieing for now, but we'll have time later if you still wanna!>>5699790Stop it! Stop spoiling me, holy cow! I'M WARNING YOU!Really though holy shit, man, this looks fantastic! Love the detail on the tracksuit!
You don’t know Jake very well, or at all for that matter, but if he’s anything like his sister he probably likes to hear himself talk.“Let’s talk, shall we?”Bingo. Keeping your mouth shut, you give the Vice President the most stoic expression you can muster under the circumstances-I mean, what are these guys gonna do to you anyways? Call your MOM?… shit, they’d better not call your MOM...“You’ve put yourself into a bit of a pickle, Mr. Crash.” Jake explains as he begins pacing in front of you. “Because of your… outburst... by the docks, you’ve not only missed the ferry back to the mainland, but you also put us all in somewhat of a… difficult situation.”You respond with a derisive snort. Outburst!“What else would you call it?” Asks Jake as he shoots you an interrogative glare! “I’ve heard the whole report: you threatened members of MY Disciplinary Committee even after they explained the situation to you… not to mention the NOTE Mina penned so that your employers wouldn’t be upset.”There’s a lot you’d like to say in response here, but your MASTER’S WORDS linger in your still-foggy head: wait until the right moment to bite off the other dog’s ear!“What was that?” Asks your interrogator with a raised eyebrow.Err, nothing!“To make matters worse, when Committee Member Richard pacified you, you immediately PISSED YOUR PANTS!”Your heart drops into your stomach as the words leave Jake’s mouth. You just thought they, like, poured water over your head! Like in the movies!“You pissed SO hard, in fact,” The VP continues with growing disgust in his tone, “That when you were flipped over you acted like some kind of horrible PISS SPRINKLER and ruined all of the Committee Member’s suits!”Okay, on one hand you’re really embarrassed about that, but on the other hand that sounds like it was REALLY funny...>CONTD.
>>5699831“The party’s only been going for a few hours now and we’ve already had to ask for Nurse Moray’s assistance…” Jake concludes, his already displeased look becoming even more… displeased-er. “So here we are, Mr. Crash: you with a pair of soiled track pants, and me with a private party to oversee and a difficult decision to make: do we keep you in here until the ferry arrives tomorrow afternoon, or do we stick you in a rowboat and push you towards the mainland?”Leaning closer to your face, Jake gives you a long, hard glare. “Thoughts?”Before you can respond, you notice a flash of movement outside one of the windows. And it looked… Red?What about your co-workers, huh? Did he zip tie them too?Jake blinks impatiently. “Unlike you, Mr. Dawood was invited here. Moreover, he didn’t see fit to harangue any of the party staff.” Massaging his temples, the VP takes a few steps towards the door. “You could learn a thing or two from him.”Turning to face you once more, Jake once again raises his eyebrow. “Hardly a coworker, don’t you think?”You allow yourself a sigh of relief. Guess your partner wasn’t caught…“Hm?”Nothing! What do?>SCREW THIS-YOU WANNA TALK TO MINA!>HOW ABOUT HE JUST LETS YOU GO TO THE PARTY?>WHO WAS THAT GIRL JUST NOW?>SNEAKILY UNDO YOUR ZIP TIES!>FREE YOURSELF! RRRNNNGHH!>WRITE-IN!
>>5699833>>SCREW THIS-YOU WANNA TALK TO MINA!>SNEAKILY UNDO YOUR ZIP TIES!
>>5699833> DEMAND TO KNOW WHERE THE PIZZA IS!
>>5699833>DEMAND TO KNOW WHERE THE PIZZA IS!>SNEAKILY UNDO YOUR ZIP TIES!and!>INSULT HIM ON HOW INTERESTED HE WAS IN THE PEE! WHAT IS HE, SOME SORT OF PISS BABY??
>>5699837>TALK TO MINA!>UNDO ZIP TIES!>>5699848>WHERE'S THE PIE!?>>5699852>WHERE'S THE PIE!?>UNDO ZIP TIES!>SOME KINDA PISS BABY?!Here's what I need, folks:>Roll me 1d100+5(+5 Jake's talking, +5 SPEEDY ACTION BONUS, -5 Jake's close and can probably see ya) to BREAK THESE CUFFS! QUIETLY! I'LL TAKE THE BEST OF 3 ROLLS!
>>5699833>I'D RATHER NOT GO BACK TO LAND AT ALL THAN DEAL WITH MY UNCLE WITHOUT COMPLETING MY DELIVERY! HE TOLD ME TO DELIVER TO MINA AND GET CASH FROM HER, AND THAT NOTE DOESN'T LOOK TO ME LIKE IT'S GOT A DEAD PRESIDENT ON IT!>CHECK FASHIONABLE TRACK SUIT FOR URINEI dunno about you guys, but I don't trust this asshole. I'm pretty sure he made the PISS SPRINKLER story up. Even if there is piss on us, it was probably his guys pissing on us after the piledriver....and even if he is telling the truth, we can always tell that second version of events because it makes them sound more like jerks. Assuming we get out of this alive enough to tell stories about it.>FREE YOURSELF! RRRNNNGHH!If my suspicions are correct and Nurse Moray actually did pump us with super-juice, this seems like a decent time to test that theory out.
Rolled 35 + 5 (1d100 + 5)>>5699900COME ON ANCIENT INDIAN LUCK DO NOT FAIL ME
>>5699903YOU BROWN BASTARDS
Rolled 6, 1 + 5 = 12 (2d6 + 5)>>5699900I know my write ins were a minute too late, but please consider them.
>>5699905Fuck, wrong dice.Let's try that again.
Rolled 35 + 5 (1d100 + 5)>>5699900
Rolled 18 + 5 (1d100 + 5)>>5699906How do I keep fucking up my dice this badly?
We're so boned
>>5699909Our only hope is that Pepper manages to wait out the night somewhere on the island without getting caught, makes it back to the mainland, and tells our family and the cops we're tied up with zipties in a creepy basement.Wait, I started a sentence with "our only hope is Pepper".We're so boned.
>>5699903>>5699907>>5699908>HIGHEST ROLL: 40Writing!>>5699902>Nurse Moray pumped us with Super-JuiceInteresting theories, anon!>>5699914>Our only hope is Pepper>smugschoolpapergirlintensifies.jpg
>>5699920>Interesting theories, anon!How else was I supposed to interpret this exchange:>“What the hell did you give him?” Asks JAKE HORNSBY as he adjusts his glasses.>>“Something to cover up the damage your thug did.” Sighs the nurse as she takes a sip from a COFFEE MUG held loosely in her gloved hand. “And any more bumps and scrapes that might occur…”She shot us up with something that should "cover up any more bumps and scrapes that might occur...", which sounds a lot like a HEALING FACTOR. And we are ziptied up in the basement of a PHARMACEUTICAL COMPANY'S OWNER'S MANSION. It's not a stretch to think that we're being used as a TEST SUBJECT for some EXPERIMENTAL SUPER SOLDIER SERUM or something.Shit, now that I say that about mansions belonging to pharmaceutical company magnates, this is beginning to sound like Resident Evil 1...
>>5699925OH SHIT DUDE!!
As your new pal awaits your decision, it dawns on you that he’s probably not gonna let you go if you ask nicely… thankfully this isn’t the first time you’ve been zip tied to a chair in this line of work! As you start worming your way out of your restraints, you meet Jake’s scowl with one of your own! There’s a couple things I wanna know first, you reply! Number One: WHERE’S THE PIZZAS?!“Delivered. Served. Adequate.” Replies your interrogator with a smug grin. Guess it’s genetic. “No thanks to you, of course. Despite your… shenanigans by the docks, we ended up doing what Mina planned regardless.” Blinking in recognition, the VP retreats into the darkness for a moment before emerging with a PAPER PLATE... and TWO SLICES OF STEAMING-HOT PEPPERONI!“Not the worst cardboard I’ve ever tasted,” the suited gentleman shrugs, “but it’ll do, I suppose.”Hah! He eats CARDBOARD?Jake doesn’t find it as funny as you do. Storming over to your chair to do something painful to your face, he freezes mid-stomp as an idea comes to mind! You didn’t quite realize it until he came close, but homeboy’s TONED underneath that dress shirt!“You strike me as more of a fan of the ‘STICK’ than the ‘CARROT’, Mr. Crash…” He sneers before heading towards the corner of the room again! “Is that an accurate assessment?”Still fumbling with your restraints, you respond with a confused shrug. Is… is he coming on to you or something?“I’m a busy man, Mr. Crash-we’ve got a whole graduating class out there that needs to be supervised…” Fiddling with something in the shadows, Jake pauses to consider his own words. “Not to mention Mina counting on me to keep it running smoothly…”Well he’s gonna have a tricky time of it hanging out down here with you, you snort! GOT THE TIES!…wait, nope, now you’re cutting off circulation to your wrist… crap…>CONTD.
>>5699983“This is just a social call, I’m afraid.” Smiles the VP as he emerges from the shadows with something hidden behind his back! “In a few minutes I’LL be enjoying the party while you, my weak-bladdered friend, will be spending the next few hours down here wishing you did what you were told to do.”What’s his deal with all the PISS TALK anyways? Is he some kind of PISS BABY or something?! Some PISS PUNK!?He doesn’t respond. Revealing the PLATE OF PIZZA in one gloved hand, you feel an icy finger run down your spine as he reveals what’s in his other hand! N-NO!“I just love PINEAPPLE, don’t you?” He asks as a sinister grin forms on his face! “Why, I daresay you could put it on ANYTHING...”No, you hiss through clenched teeth, no NO NO NO!Ignoring your protests, Jake takes a piece of the DEVIL’S FRUIT and dangles it over the SLICE OF PIZZA!“You’ve been remarkably obstinate tonight, Mr. Crash, so let me be abundantly frank…”Dipping his hand lower, the fruit barely misses the cheese! You guys are MANIAAAACS!“If you even entertain the mere THOUGHT of disrupting this party any further, I will turn your quiet night indoors into a WAKING NIGHTMARE.”The pineapple and pizza are mere ATOMS away from each other when Jake suddenly stands upright! Letting both drop to the ground, he touches a gloved hand to his ear. “I’m here. Yes. Yes…” His expression turns even more grave. “... I’ll take care of it. You too.”Letting out a long, weary sigh, your torturer studies you from behind his glasses.“Remember what I said, Mr. Crash. Enjoy your stay, now.”With that he exits through the metal door the nurse retreated through.And these damn ZIP TIES are still on you! SHIIIIIIIIT!>CONTD.
>>5699984Minutes pass as you struggle to free yourself in the dark, musty cellar. Through the narrow windows you can hear the sound of revelry and what sounds like live music outside, but the house above you is remarkably quiet…Hey, wait a minute…With nothing but time on your side, you perform a few hops in your chair and wait.No one comes.You hop again!Nada!Wherever you are, you reason to no one in particular, the people outside can’t hear! That gives you a little wiggle room!With that little fact more or less confirmed, you take a deep breath as you remember your master’s words: even in the most DIRE situations… you gotta keep fighting!There’s gotta be something around here that can help you out…What do?>SEARCH THE ROOM FOR USEFUL SHIT!>TIP YOUR CHAIR OVER LIKE IN THE MOVIES!>HOP OVER TO A WINDOW AND TRY TO GET SOMEONE’S ATTENTION!>TRY TO REACH YOUR PHONE!>JUST WAIT A BIT-MAYBE SOMETHING WILL HAPPEN!>WRITE-IN!
None-a dis woulda happened if we were just able to wrestle a moose. Or roll well. Or, better yet, if they had just paid us like they were supposed to. Any plans beyond waiting for Pepper? Maybe we can convince him to let us go to pee or something stupid.
>>5699983>this isn’t the first time you’ve been zip tied to a chair in this line of work!Pizza delivery here sounds like almost the extreme sport it is in Snow Crash.>>5699986>WRITE IN>DO WHAT WE DID TO GET OUT LAST TIME WE WERE ZIP TIED TO A CHAIR>>5699987I voted for strength. Don't blame me.
>>5699986>>SEARCH THE ROOM FOR USEFUL SHIT!>>TIP YOUR CHAIR OVER LIKE IN THE MOVIES!
>>5699986>SEARCH THE ROOM FOR USEFUL SHIT!Maybe we can’t find a sharp corner or something to bust these ties with.>>5699987I gotta learn to refresh the thread.
>>5699986This party is going the fuck down.>HIDE IN THE CORNER! PERHAPS A COUPLE WILL COME DOWN HERE TO FOOL AROUND!
>>5699986>WRITE-INDrop on the floor, crawl to the dropped pizza, slather our wrists with the fat from it and slip out of the zip ties.
>>5699987>If we were just able to wrestle a mooseThe night's still young, anon...>>5699989Pizza delivery is like delivering mail in the Mad Max-verse. In this world it's a little less dangerous!>>5699989>DO WHAT WE DID LAST TIME!>>5699990>GET USEFUL SHIT!>TIP YOUR CHAIR!>>5699991>GET USEFUL SHIT!>>5699992>HIDE IN THE CORNER!>>5700042>LET'S SLOP 'EM UPWriting! Gonna try to pop a lot of these together....
You start by taking a deep breath. Focus, Diesel-this isn’t the first time you’ve been locked in the basement before…https://youtu.be/qEVe6g6BIqQRight! First thing’s first: your partners are probably already getting shitfaced or doing kickflips or something, so escape is all on you! Harnessing all of your MENTAL FORTITUDE, you hearken back to the last time you were zip tied and how you escaped…That’s RIGHT, you exclaim with a snap of your fingers, it was when you were held hostage by that other pizza joint-SLICE OF HEAVEN? The one that RODNEY works at! If you recall correctly, you cut the ties off with a PIZZA CUTTER!Good… that’s good! You’re on the right track now-just need to find something to cut these off with! Scanning the room for usable items, another thought hits you: maybe if you TIP OVER THE CHAIR it’ll break and set you free!Rocking back and forth like a fussy baby, it only takes you a few times before you go careening onto your side! YYYYESSS!… man, this chair is STRONG... and now you’re just ON THE FLOOR! Shoot…Scooting around like a caterpillar, you resume your search for loot. There’s the PIZZA, of course, along with the PAPER PLATE and DEVIL FRUIT. While the plate probably isn’t strong enough to cut through anything, you gather all the PIZZA GREASE you can find and SLATHER it all over your wrists! You haven’t checked the DARK CORNERS OF THE ROOM or the TRASH BIN yet, but you can certainly try to slip your HANDS free right now!>ROLL ME 1d100+15 (+10 GREASY, +5 WORKED ‘EM A BIT ALREADY) TO GET YOUR HANDS FREE! I’LL TAKE THE BEST OF 3 ROLLS!
Rolled 29 + 15 (1d100 + 15)>>5700096
Rolled 53 + 15 (1d100 + 15)>>5700096Congratulations on stringing theon all together!>you were held hostage by that other pizza joint-SLICE OF HEAVEN? The one that RODNEY works at!That pizza joint's name makes me nervous. Sounds a bit like THE FLESH OF FALLEN ANGELS.
Rolled 75 + 15 (1d100 + 15)>>5700096You've failed me twice. Third time is the charm.
>>5700113Shit, I think that's the best roll in the quest so far.
>>5700113YEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS SLIP 'EM OUT AND ROOT AROUND IN THAT TRASH!
>>5700114Nope! I rolled a 104 earlier! (>>5698548)
>>5700103>>5700111>>5700113>HIGHEST ROLL: 90!!!Now that's more like it! Writing!>>5700111>Congrats on stringing themThanks! You guys did most of the work thinkin' 'em up for me!>>5700115RACCOON MODE... ACTIVATED!
>>5700117Oh, you're right. I mentally blocked that application of our pizza joint's COMPLIMENTARY LEMONADE. I'm not cultured enough to enjoy watersports.Next time we piss on people, let's tell them it's the COMPLIMENTARY LEMONADE. Hopefully next time we can do it after defeating them, and not as a humiliating sign that they've defeated us."You want your drink topped off, sir?"My grandfather, in his last months of life, referred to the yellow liquid going through the catheter they'd stuck up his dick when he was confined to his bed as "I'm making lemonade, but it tastes horrible!". I still think that joke was as hilarious as he thought it was.
Getting into the best position you can manage tied to a chair on the ground, you twist your wrists a few times for good measure… yep, you nod, GREASY!Taking a deep breath to center your ‘CHI’ or whatever, you count to three before trying to wriggle out!ONE…TWO…THREE!Fueled by the sight of the PINEAPPLE still sitting uncomfortably close to the PIZZA, your wriggling turns into a PRIMAL ROAR as you RIP the ties on your hands and legs ASUNDER!As your bonds fall harmlessly to your sides, you take a moment to admire your handiwork before yanking your hands out of the loops! Hey, that was pretty easy! Massaging your wrists to get the blood flowing again, you take a walk around the room to see what you’re dealing with…First and foremost are the things JAKE brought in: THE PEPPERONI SLICES, THE PAPER PLATE, and a PLASTIC BOX OF PINEAPPLE! Spitting on the latter, you shamelessly pilfer the 2 SLICES AND PLATE like the proper /qst/ protagonist you are! Sure would be nice to have an INVENTORY right now, wouldn’t it?https://pastebin.com/RuZL1XghNow we’re cookin’! Taking a lap around the room, you do the sensible thing and try the DOOR first. Unless it’s really old and creaky, which, for the record, it doesn’t seem to be, you’re pretty sure it’s LOCKED.Next to the door, however, is an old WOODEN TABLE, and on it are a few items of interest: A SCREWDRIVER, RUBBER MALLET, AND A BUCKET all lie strewn about for any Tom, Dick, or Harry to take! How irresponsible!Yoink!Your last stop is the TRASH BIN over by the WINDOWS. Peering inside, you find that it’s pretty much empty save for the BUNDLE OF PAPER TOWELS the nurse chucked in. Poking at the bundle with your NIFTY NEW SCREWDRIVER, you feel something nestled within! Sifting through the waste of paper, your IRISH-ITALIAN BLOOD falls a few degrees colder when you see what’s inside!A SPENT SYRINGE lies on a bed of paper like some sort of medical tool baby. Cautiously fishing it out, you examine the instrument for any clues as to its use, but aside from a few lingering drops of whatever liquid was inside, the only other thing of note is the word printed on the side:‘HAUSER PHARMACEUTICALS!’It doesn’t strike you as too crazy, though-HAUSER IS all about drugs and meds that take the pain away. Still, you ponder, biting your lip as you go, it’s weird to see it just sitting here…Not to mention they’re supposed to put these in a SHARPS CONTAINER! Animals!>YOUR INVENTORY HAS BEEN UPDATED! CHECK THE LINK ABOVE!>CONTD.
>>5700139With your new items nestled safe and sound in your surprisingly voluminous pockets, you’re just about to move on to STEP 2: ESCAPE when you hear the sound of MULTIPLE footsteps coming from outside the door! You can’t be sure as to who they belong to, but one thing’s for sure: you gotta think of a play here and FAST!What do?>TRY TO SCRAMBLE OUT THE WINDOW! MAYBE ONE OF THEM IS OPEN!>HIDE IN THE CORNER UNDER THE TABLE!>GET IN YOUR CHAIR AND ACT CAPTURED STILL!>JUST STAND IN THE CENTER OF THE ROOM-IT’LL LOOK A LOT LESS SUSPICIOUS THAN HIDING!>WRITE-IN!
>>5700142WINDOW WINDOW WINDOW, that red outside the window has to be PEPPER!
>>5700142>GET IN YOUR CHAIR AND ACT CAPTURED STILL!Don't forget putting back on the remaining bits of the zip ties, to make it look legit. We want to get the drop on these SFIGATO, and looking like we're still TRUSSED STRACOTTO should get them to drop their guard long enough for us to make a move. We've got speed, right?And I'd recommend using the screwdriver as a MAKESHIFT STILETTO instead of the syringe - it's a bit more blunt, but the SPENT SYRINGE seems too important to break, and we don't want anyone coming to mess with us getting some of what got us back on our feet. Besides, the SPENT SYRINGE might be crucial evidence for the expose Pepper wants to run on the HAUSER PHARMACEUTICAL COMPANY. Best to not break it.Fuck, I hate this new Captcha system with the sliders.
>>5700151Now I can't unsee Pepper skulking around like that Bigfoot photo
>>5700151>that red outside the window has to be PEPPER!I agree, but I think we have more to gain by staying put and letting her get more photographs through the windows of DANGEROUS BIG PHARMA EXMERIMENTS and HAUSERS HOLDING A MAN AGAINST HIS WILL at the moment.We can get out through the window after we do whoever comes in ...SICILIAN STYLE. And/or get them to talk about what the fuck is going on here.>>5700171That's kinda how I always envisioned her.
>>5700142>>TRY TO SCRAMBLE OUT THE WINDOW! MAYBE ONE OF THEM IS OPEN!
>>5700142>CRY! IT GOT YOU OUT A SPEEDING TICKET ONCE!Wait, wrong protagonist, ahem>GET IN YOUR CHAIR AND ACT CAPTURED STILL!
>>5700142>GET IN YOUR CHAIR AND ACT CAPTURED STILLI want scramble for the window and take advantage of our SPEED, but that would let them all know that we’re on the loose. If we put whoever’s coming out now, we’ll have a bit more time before they know we’re free.
>>5700151>>5700192>WINDOW! NOW!>>5700198>>5700202>>5700155>CHAIR! NOW!>>5700198>CRYWonder what that ole' Stan's up to... :)Writing!
>>5700209> Wonder what that ole' Stan's up to... :)What did you do to her, you SOB?
No time for great escapes-if you leave now then whoever’s coming will DEFINITELY know you flew the coop! Skidding over to your chair, you set it back upright and gather up your zip ties!You barely have time to don an appropriately-distraught expression before you hear the rattling of keys beyond the door along with a muffled swear! Just when you’re about to tell them to jiggle the key a little, the door BURSTS open revealing someone you’ve seen before, but not in person!It’s a pity, too, because she looks way better up close!“So THIS is our party crasher…” Spits none other than MINA HAUSER as she stares at you with a look that could freeze lava! “Diesel Crash, was it?” Yea, you grin, trying to avoid staring at one section of her sleek blue dress for too long, that’s me!Turning around, the Student Council President addresses the second set of footsteps-a petite blonde wearing an outfit better suited for an office setting. “TINA,” Mina hisses, “Make sure no one comes down here, please.” The heiress points her cold blue eyes at you once again. “I’d like to have a few words with this moron.”Excusing herself with a quiet bow, Tina heads back through the door and closes it behind her quiet as a mouse leaving you alone with the raven-haired girl.Loo-“QUIET.” She barks, and you listen! Yowza!>CONTD.
>>5700221 Waiting until her associate’s tiny footsteps can’t be heard anymore, Mina finally lets out a short, but clearly tired sigh.“I apologize for the accommodations. Jake means well, but he tends to take things a bit too far.” Spotting the PINEAPPLE at her feet, the heiress begrudgingly nudges them to the side of the room with her foot. “That said, I understand you received my NOTE before your… altercation with the Disciplinary Committee.” She gives you another long, hard stare that cools your blood a few more degrees. “I’m sure you realize I can’t honor that arrangement if you’re still on my damn island.”Look, you growl, you’re flying blind here-how were you supposed to know that writing was hers, huh? How do you know you’re still getting paid!?“You may start by not starting FIGHTS with my event staff!” She roars, making your hair stand on end! Taking another steadying breath, the girl’s frosty expression thaws a bit. “It doesn’t matter any more at this point-you’re on the island for the night and there’s nothing we can do about it.”Yea, you snort, unless she takes her VP’s recommendation and shoves you into a rowboat! You laugh a few times to signal that’s NOT what you want to happen, but you’d be lying if you didn’t sense she was considering it!“... I’m here with you alone, Diesel, because we might be able to reconcile this situation.” She explains as she scans the windows for movement outside. “Perhaps in a way that doesn’t keep you in a cellar until morning.”Taking a few steps closer, you get a whiff of a flowery scent coming off her body. Gardenias, right?She blinks. “Too accurate for a lucky guess.”Your Nonna has a bunch in her front yard, you shrug. It’s a good scent.“Thank you,” replies the heiress with a roll of her eye, “But I didn’t come here to get your approval on my perfume.”Alright, you scoff, then why DID she come here?“First thing’s first:” she begins in a hushed tone, “I need to know I can trust you.”Sure, you grin, you’re pretty good at keeping favors!… kinda.Crap.“It’ll have to be more than a verbal agreement, I’m afraid.” She adds as she removes one of the sharp-looking CHOPSTICKS out from her hair. “Hold out your hand.”Err, you frown, do you get to hear a little more before choosing?“No.” Mina flatly replies. “But you have my word that whatever you choose you won’t spend the rest of the night in this cell.”What do?>YOU CAN TRUST ME!>NO THANKS!
>>5700222>YOU CAN TRUST ME!
>>5700222>YOU CAN TRUST ME!...>>IF YOU PROMISE TO HONOR OUR ORIGINAL CONTRACT
>>5700222Fuck it, ritual bloodletting activate>YOU CAN TRUST ME!...>>IF YOU PROMISE TO HONOR OUR ORIGINAL CONTRACT
>>5700222>YOU CAN TRUST ME!>AFTER ALL, MY UNCLE SENT ME TO MEET WITH YOU SPECIFICALLY, AND I ONLY GOT IN A THROWDOWN WITH THOSE GOONS BECAUSE THEY WOULD'NT LET ME SEE YOU TO COMPLETE THE PIZZA DEAL.>SO, NOW THAT I'VE MET YOU, WHERE ARE THE BENJAMINS FOR THE PIZZAS?>also keep pretending we're still restrained. She might not speak as freely if she thinks we aren't under her power.
>>5700267>also keep pretending we're still restrained. She might not speak as freely if she thinks we aren't under her power.This for sure.
>>5700273I'm still really paranoid about Jake saying everything is going according to Mina's plan.Wait. "Mina". Isn't that the name of the main chick Dracula tried to turn into a vampire in Bram Stoker's novel?...and the process for becoming a vampire in that work involves being drunk from by a vampire and drinking that vampire's blood. I'm betting injection with it counts.And we've been injected with something we don't know about, and this chick want's some sort of blood ritual?I'm not changing my vote, because while the red flags are going up like a chimney fire, they're interesting. Let's just not agree to anything that binds us for eternity or some shit like that.
>>5700278Man, I was originally going to say no to her deal just on a gut feeling, and you’re making me wish I had. Let’s hope you’re not right.
>>5700288That's why I'm going "WHERE ARE THE BENJAMINS FOR THE PIZZAS?"Also, we're Italian-Irish American, which means our blood is probably filled with garlic. I hear vampires aren't too fond of people who've ingested the amount of garlic we must have. We're probably at near-overdose levels of garlic now.
>>5700226>>5700228>>5700267>YOU CAN TRUST ME!>>5700236>>5700259>... IF YOU HONOR THE ORIGINAL CONTRACT!Writing what will probably be the last update of the evening!
>>5700317I would like my vote counted on the "IF YOU HONOR THE ORIGINAL CONTRACT" side as well, since it's about getting Benjamins and dead presidents for pizzas, per the deal our uncle Emilio made.
>>5700317Yeah, I’ll thrown in the contract part, too.
>>5700322>>5700329No worries-do me a favor and toss in a +1 or link another player's post in the future so my reptile brain doesn't get all confwoozed!
Gotta admit, you sigh, you’re not really keen on BLOOD RITUALS, but-“But?” Asks Mina with growing impatience in her tone.You punctuate your sentence with a nod. As long as I get that payment we’re square. Y’know, the one I was trying to meet with you about when that goon manhandled me?Speaking of manhandling, you barely hold your ‘cuffed’ hands out for a second before the heiress takes her CHOPSTICK and STABS one! Biting your lip doesn’t stop you from yelping, but it helps a bit!Alright, no it doesn’t…“Good,” Remarks the girl as she deftly slides the stick back into her hair, “To start, here’s your original fee.” Reaching into her ample cleavage, Mina retrieves an envelope with the same Gardenia scent as she has. You probably stare a little too long, because it doesn’t take much time for her to shove the payment under your nose.“I rounded up from SIX-HUNDRED AND FIFTY-FIVE DOLLARS to an even SEVEN HUNDRED for expenses incurred. As for your tip…”You’re already counting it and kinda drooling, to be honest! TWO-HUNDRED AND TEN CRISP DOLLARS await you in the same envelope-not bad, not bad!“As for the BONUS I promised, that’s contingent on how you perform in what I’m about to ask of you.” Adds your new favorite customer as she watches you greedily stuff the cash into your INVENTORY. “... you should really get that to a bank as soon as possible.”Hey, you don’t tell her how to run STUDENT COUNCIL, you grunt as you distribute some of your tip into your socks, she can’t tell ya’ how to HANDLE CASH!“Right, how silly of me.” She mutters, clearly not meaning it at all! “May I continue?”Sure, you smile, how bad could it be?“I’m certain my father’s up to something,” Explains Mina with a grave tone and expression, “And I need you to find out what.”Oh. That bad, huh?>CONTD.
>>5700335Alrighty, you begin with a nervous chuckle in your voice, she’s gonna have to explain a little!“My father, as you’re probably aware, is BERNARD HYRAM HAUSER: CEO OF HAUSER PHARMACEUTICALS per my grandfather IAN RYAN HAUSER’S passing.”And his company makes all the neat drugs, right? For athletes and soldiers and stuff?“Exactly.” Nods your new employer. “It’s no secret that he’s dealt with the devil-”Wai-wh-Wh-WHAAAAT?!“... it’s an expression. He’s performed shady deals in the past.”Oh, gotcha.“Yes, well,” Sighs the heiress as she begins to pace around the room, “Needless to say it rubs Dare and I the wrong way-”She means DARREN, right?“My brother, yes…” The girl answers with a raised eyebrow.What’s his deal in all this?“Dare is next in line for the keys to the proverbial ‘Castle’.” Mina groans. “Even though father knows damn well that Darren doesn’t want the company, he would see it burn to the ground before handing it off to me.” Before you can ask, the girl looks at you with tiredness breaking through her cool facade.“He’s old-fashioned like that, and so are his cronies.”So… what, you frown, is she asking you to kill this guy, o-“Of COURSE not!” She exclaims as her eyes widen in disbelief! “No, no, that… that won’t be necessary…” Taking a few steadying breaths, the President drums her painted nails on the wall. “I… worry that father is going to do something drastic soon… something that’ll affect more than just our family.”Well that’s just the right blend of vague and ominous! What’s she mean by that, huh?“I mean exactly what I said:” She shrugs, “When I told father when we’d be holding our party this year, his reaction was…” Biting her lip to think of the right words, they come to her a moment later. “Off. Like I’d told him we’d be having it on his birthday or something. It’s never been an issue before and we’d discussed it months in advance…” To be fair, you interject, having it on his B-Day WOULD be a dick move!“Yes, yes it would…”>CONTD.
>>5700336Clearing her throat, Mina comes back over to where you’re sitting.“I’ve investigated at home and in his office, but none of my searches have bore fruit,” Explains the girl with a touch of embarrassment in her voice, “nor has it been easy with all of his security countermeasures… father’s always been a bit paranoid.”So she thinks the island might have some dirt, right?“Exactly. And we’ll have it all to ourselves tonight.” She concludes with the faintest hint of a smile! “Do you understand now?”Almost, you sigh, but there’s a few other things bothering you…“Please ask.” Mina replies as she leans on the wall next to you. “We won’t have an opportunity to chat like this again any time soon.”What ask thee?>WHY ME?>ANY IDEA ON WHAT I SHOULD LOOK FOR?>WHAT’S YOUR DAD UP TO?>WHAT ABOUT JAKE AND THE OTHER STUDENTS?>IS THE ISLAND… SAFE?>LET’S TALK ABOUT FURTHER REWARDS…>WRITE-IN!>NAH, YOU GET THE PICTURE!
>>5700337>IS THE ISLAND… SAFE?
>>5700337And now for the cruddy part, folks: going to be heading out of town on a trip for a week on the 1st-won't be back until JUNE 10th. I might be able to do a quick update or two tomorrow morning, but I'm gonna be realistic and assume I won't get to anything until the 10th.Don't worry-I'm not in the business of flaking on quests-if you wanna get updates you can follow me/message me on my Twitter:https://twitter.com/DemBonez3I might also respond to posts in this thread, but I can't promise any updates until I get back. I've been positively FLOORED by the fanart, creativity, buy-in, and general positivity you're all bringing to this new and admittedly very rusty quest, so thank you so much for your patience and please keep it going-YOU'RE what makes questing so much fun for me!Sorry again for the suddenness of this all-wasn't sure if I was ready to run another quest or not so I put off Slice for way longer than I should. I'll be back, though-wait for me!
>>5700337>WRITE-IN!>NOW I UNDERSTAND WHY UNCLE EMILIO MADE IT SO VERY CLEAR YOU WERE THE ONE I MUST TALK TO, SIGNORA!Fuckin' Uncle Emilio, getting me into a crazy contract like this as a "pizza delivery job".>ANY IDEA ON WHAT I SHOULD LOOK FOR?>WHAT ABOUT JAKE AND THE OTHER STUDENTS? THEY SEEM A BIT ...OVERZEALOUS.>WHAT KIND OF OGRE CUM DID YOUR NURSE SHOOT ME UP WITH? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gXz89XSGUIA>ARE YOU A VAMPIRE?>LOOK, SHIT HAS GOTTEN WEIRD NOW, AND I THINK ASKING WHETHER YOU'RE A VAMPIRE IS A LEGITIMATE QUESTION, GIVEN THAT YOU JUST DEMANDED A BLOOD RITUAL.
>>5700345>going to be heading out of town on a trip for a week on the 1st-won't be back until JUNE 10th...it's June 30th right now in my time zone. You got the wrong month.And, weirdly enough, I know someone who's going on a trip until July 10th. I doubt it's you, but coincidences are weird. You going to Albuquerque?
>>5700357Whoops, totally meant JULY! Someone take this dang keyboard away from me! And no, not Albuquerque-been there a few times already, though.
>>5700358Coincidences are strange.
>>5700364July 4th is a holiday for many Americans, so trips around that time aren't unusual.
>>5700351I'll support this.Also Mina >>>> Pepper. She's a jerk, but this is a Bones' quest, we won't find a pure waifu here.
>>5700337>WHY ME?>WHAT’S YOUR DAD UP TO?>WHAT ABOUT JAKE AND THE OTHER STUDENTS?>IS THE ISLAND… SAFE?So the quest will continue two days before my birthday and on the ten year anniversary of me hearing I was gonna need chemotherapy
>>5700337>WHY ME?Good question, because I can’t think of any reason for her to choose us besides maybe being unconnected to her school or anyone else on the island.>IS THE ISLAND… SAFE?We’re gonna need to know what to be prepared for. Security, cameras, layouts, so on.>ANY IDEA ON WHAT I SHOULD LOOK FOR?Specifically, we need leads from her, or else we’ll be doing this basically blind. What places are worth searching and all that good stuff.>WRITE-IN! Ask for her phone number or some other means to keep in contact with her. And for anything else she can give us to help. Keys, passcodes, anything we’d find useful.>>5700397Glad to hear you beat it, anon. I would assume so if it’s been that long.
>>5700404Yeah I'm al right now
>>5700337>WHY ME?>ANY IDEA ON WHAT I SHOULD LOOK FOR?>WHAT ABOUT JAKE AND THE OTHER STUDENTS?>WHY THE BLOOD RITUAL?
>>5700391>Mina >>>> PepperIT BEGIIIIIIINS
Stretching out as best as you can while pretending to still be tied to the chair, you raise an eyebrow at the Student Council Prez. Let’s start with the main course here-“You want to know why I’m approaching you with this task.” Mina interrupts. Well, yea...“Simply put, you’re one of the only people on this island that won’t be missed if he goes traipsing into the woods.” She shrugs.Ouch, you hiss, that’s uh… a little harsh…“But true.” Counters the Prez. “I’m already taking chances staying down here with you for this long, and while there are several people upstairs that could certainly get the job done, I know the minute they wander off at least one other partygoer will notice.”You blink. Even the dorks?“Even the dorks.” She repeats with a sagely nod. “At the moment you’re still a… blurry factor to my guests. You delivered the pizza, you got into an altercation with the event staff, and now you’re spending the night.” The corner of her mouth curves into a vague hint of a smile. “As far as they’re concerned, you’ll be on your best behavior until morning.”Sure, you shrug, but won’t it still be weird for a PIZZA GUY to be running around and snooping?“It’d be weird regardless of who I chose,” Counters Mina, “And the results will be the same if anyone is caught engaging in CORPORATE ESPIONAGE.”You can’t help but shiver a bit at those two words. So she’s really only choosing you because you’re unpopular and expendable, is that it?“I’m sure you can be very charming.” THAT puts a smile on your face. Damn right you can!“I’m sure we’ll see it someday.”OUCH!>CONTD.
>>5700652Speaking of, you segue, are the other students going to be… y’know, a problem?“Meaning?”Jake, for starters? The heiress releases a long sigh before you can even finish your sentence!“Jake is… an outlier in all this.” She explains as she steals another glance out the window. “He can be overzealous, especially in the eyes of people who aren’t used to his brand of, well, justice,” Explains Mina as she sees you stare at the PINEAPPLE on the floor, “But he has his reasons.”Sure, you snort, and you’re guessing the first three are ‘He’s a dick, he’s a dick, annnd…. Oh yea, He’s a dick’?“I’m not debating you on that,” Huffs the heiress as she resumes pacing around the room, “But circumstances have molded him into who he is.” She pauses. “And I’ve had a part in making him that monster as well.”He seems to take his job pretty darn seriously, that’s for sure!“Always.” Mina shrugs. “He’s been clawing for my attention since Freshman Year. It’s not that I don’t appreciate his hard work,” she continues as she bites the inside of her cheek in thought, “It’s just that I don’t find him that particularly interesting.”Hah! In his FACE!“Quiet. He’s still a dear friend of mine.” She snaps, stopping your laughter dead in its tracks! Doesn’t, uh, doesn’t he have a sister or something?“Pepper, yes….” Groans Mina as if you’d just asked her to eat a sack of garbage, “She’s… a handful. Thankfully Jake informed me that she’s grounded for the next month or so.” The heiress glances at the ceiling as if it had more answers. “I’m vague on the details, but it’s probably for the best-Jake’s always been very protective of her.”Always?“There was an incident when they were younger, I think.” The girl explains, frowning as she tries to recall the details. “Something to do with water. Doesn’t matter-I’ll ensure that Jake won’t give you any more grief.”Before you can inquire further, Mina’s icy eyes narrow in your direction. “Unless you ask for more grief… Do you understand?”You think you get the picture, yea…>CONTD.
>>5700656“Good. The same goes for the rest of the guests:” Continues the Prez in her businesslike tone. “As long as you remain cordial, no one should give you too many problems provided you don’t give them reason to.”Speaking of problems, you frown, what about the ISLAND? Are you going to be running into trouble if you go sniffing around in the dark?“Nothing out of the ordinary,” The girl shrugs as she returns to the wall at your side. “The MANSION is outfitted with several SECURITY CAMERAS that are fed directly to the SECURITY ROOM on the second floor near my chambers.”And lemme guess, you respond, there’s a whole team in there waiting to bust some more heads, right?“I pulled some strings to have the DISCIPLINARY COMMITTEE run the show tonight,” Mina explains, “So father’s corporate security should be offsite, but not out of reach if something were to go… awry.”Like me getting caught, right?“Exactly.” Walking to the center of the cellar in her somehow silent heels, Mina gestures to the walls with a faint smirk. “This room is free of said security. The event staff knows this as well.”And what about the other rooms, huh? Are you gonna have to dive through LASERS or something?“It’s certainly possible.” Replies Mina without a hint of anything in her voice to suggest she’s joking, “I don’t make a habit of breaking into my father’s room or office, but I know for a fact that they’re both locked up tight as we speak.” Her eyes narrow. “If you do intend to go somewhere you aren’t permitted, proceed with caution.”That’s pretty much the par for the course everywhere you go, so no arguments there!>CONTD.
>>5700659Before you can ask your next question, the heiress reaches into her dress again and presents a FOLDED PIECE OF PAPER. Taking it from her, you unfold it to find yourself looking at a map of sorts!“This is a MAP of WAMPANOAG ISLE,” she explains, “An-”Hold up, you stammer as a confused expression forms on your face, isn’t it called H-“HAUSER ISLAND? It is now, yes.” Interrupts the Prez. “But before that it was named after the indigenous people who lived here: THE WAMPANOAG TRIBE.”You frown. Something tells you this is gonna be important…“It couldn’t hurt to know the context.” She counters as you somehow manage to stuff the MAP into your pocket without messing with your zip ties. “This island’s bigger than you think, and if father isn’t keeping any secrets here, there’s a good chance they might be elsewhere.”What, you snort, like at the SUMMER CAMP? The HISTORICAL VILLAGE??“I was thinking the WORKER CABINS, the MINING BUILDING, or maybe even the old DOMINGUEZ VILLA to the WEST,” Replies Mina with a hint of irritation in her already cold voice, “The cabins have their fair share of foot traffic from the island staff, but they’re all off tonight. As for the latter two, they’ve both been abandoned for some time. Still, I could think of worse places to hide secrets…”What about the CAVES, you suggest as you tap the corresponding part of the map with your finger, or the MINE itself?“Too dangerous.” Mina states as if it were an undeniable fact. “The mine flooded years ago when they hit a sea cave and the caves, well…” She shivers a bit as if you’d dredged up a bad memory. “They have their share of ghosts as well.”Wait a second, you hiss, she didn’t say anything about GHOSTS!“Historically the caves were used as a hideout for pirates,” Mina explains with a hint of reverence in her tone, “The most notorious of them all being CAPTAIN RAPHAEL TASH.”Tash, you nod, yea, you…Nope, drawing a blank.“Not much to tell, really,” Sighs the girl as she idly kicks her foot in the air, “He and his men landed on the island years ago, slaughtered the local tribes and stole their belongings.” She pauses to give you a foreboding glance. “It’s an old story, but one Dare and I grew up with. So did my father and his father.”Gotcha, you nod, no going to the PIRATE CAVES. Way ahead of ya!You’re TOTALLY gonna find some PIRATE TREASURE. Hell YES!“Good,” replies Mina with a sigh of relief, “I know what I’m asking of you, but I’d prefer it if you didn’t die in the process.”D’aww, she cares about you!“Explaining a dead body would be a nuisance, and this island has had more than enough disappearances in the past.”Oh. Well then.>CONTD.
>>5700660Anything else you should know about the island, then? Any more bad juju or spooky history?“There is something:” Mina replies, “My grandfather was quite fond of HUNTING-as is my father.”Great, you sigh, so daddy’s good with a gun, huh?“In the past they’ve both had animals brought to the island for the sole purpose of sport.” Explains the heiress as scans the world outside the window. “Creatures that aren’t native.”So what, you frown, like… like HIPPOS!?https://youtu.be/wiX8CJqt3Fc“Like bears, moose, maybe a wolf or two.” The girl explains, shrugging her pale shoulders again. “I doubt they’ve survived given their circumstances, but I thought it fair to warn you just in case.”Gee, thanks.“And be mindful of the GEESE,” she warns with a serious glint in her eye, “They’re ILL-TEMPERED!”As long as there aren’t any HIPPOS you’ll be just peachy, you boast! Horrible things…“Anything else you need to know?” Asks Mina as she shifts her weight from foot to foot. “I’ll need to return to the party soon.”Yea, you reply, and it’s a BIG one: what exactly does she think her dad’s up to, anyways?“That’s just it: I’m not sure...” She answers with a grave look on her face. “Ever since I reminded him about this party he’s been avoiding me.”You think he’s just emotional about his baby girl graduating?The Prez stares daggers at you for several very uncomfortable moments. You’re 90% sure she’s gonna punch you when her posture slackens a bit.“Father and I have never really seen eye to eye, but there’s something here this time, I’m certain of it!”Well she’s gonna need more than a feeling, you counter. Is there anything else she can give you?“There is…” She nods as she rubs her chin in thought, “After I reminded him about the party, he immediately went to his office and made a call.” The girl frowns. “I didn’t hear it since it was on his cellphone, but he sounded tense. Angry, even.”Does she think he’s got some sort of event planned of his own?“I wouldn’t write it off, no…” Mina groans. “But I fear it's much worse than that…”Like what, you scoff, vampires?The heiress gives you a long, hard stare as if deciding whether or not to respond.“... What do you know of the OCCULT?”>CONTD.
>>5700663You nearly fall out of your chair with how casually she mentions it. The… the OCCULT, you sputter in disbelief, is she talking about MAGIC??“And all that implies, yes.” Nods Mina with a deadly serious expression on her pale face. “What do you know?”Not a lot, you grunt, apart from it being, like… magic.“My father’s obsessed with the stuff.” She huffs as she glances at the walls around you. “He wanted this house to be protected, you know.”With magic?The girl nods again, letting her long, black hair fall across her shoulders. “He never got around to it, though-he was far too paranoid about ‘inviting something in’, whatever that means.”You can almost feel a chill in the room as you press further. But magic’s just BS, right? Geek stuff!“It might not be as false as you think…” Counters The Prez with a twinkle in her eye. “Didn’t you hear what happened up North a few months ago?”It takes you a few moments to remember. She’s talking about that stuff that happened in CLEARWATER, right? They said that was some kind of WIFI CONSTRUCTION SNAFU!“Not in the corporate circles, it wasn’t…” Mina says with a wink. “According to some of my father's business associates, something else occurred up there-something involving NECROMANCY”.You nearly dry heave at the sound of the word. That’s DISGUSTING!“... Raising the dead, not sleeping with them.”Ohhhh, you nod, wait, HUH?!“Do you see why I’m concerned now?” She asks with a faint quiver in her voice. “He may be my father, but if something were to happen tonight, well…” Her voice trails off as she brushes a few of her pitch-black bangs out of her face. “I need to be certain, Diesel.”Okay, okay, you nod with an uncomfortable chuckle in your voice, you’ll look into it for her! That’s uh… that is what she’s paying you for, after all!“Indeed,” She sighs with a hint of relief, “Whatever happens, just be prepared for anything.”Always are!>CONTD.
>>5700665“Well then, she adds as she primps her hair a little bit, “I suppose that covers it.” Staring at you for a moment, the girl removes another folded-up piece of paper from her dress and hands it to you. Is this-“My PHONE NUMBER, yes.” She nods as she scans the cellar one more time. “Only for emergencies. Know that if I see you at the party I’ll treat you like I did before.”Like trash, got it. Another wry grin sneaks onto her face.“Nothing personal, but I have to keep up appearances.” She explains with a touch of warmth in her voice. “There’s another number on there as well–it’s the old MAINTENANCE KEY.”Man, her handwriting is nice even with numbers! Checking the note once again, you spot the code almost immediately. Is… is this right?“4321, yes…” Answers Mina with a bit of redness in her cheeks. “Our caretaker CHUCK has most likely already changed it, but it couldn’t hurt to try on some of the locks.”Chuck, you repeat, is he here tonight?“Most likely,” The Prez nods, “He has a CABIN North of here. It’s my understanding, however, that he’ll be watching the mansion perimeter and won’t be doing his duties until we leave tomorrow.”Gotcha… struggling to put the CODE AND PHONE NUMBER into your pocket, your gracious host does it for you. Errr, thanks…“One more thing,” she mutters. Before you can ask, the heiress leans in close and plants a polite KISS on your cheek! Turning red-hot almost immediately, your vision FLASHES and you’re practically babbling as she pulls away!“Consider that a retainer fee.” She explains with a smile in her voice. “As for the blood, well, that’s just to make sure you don’t betray my trust.”Brghblrwhuh?“Just behave and we’ll be fine,” she giggles. “I need to go-anything else?”Yea, you add, your cheeks still warm to the touch, what did that nurse inject me with back there? Mina cocks her head to the side.“Inject?”You’re about to direct her to the SYRINGE in your pocket, but catch yourself. It’d be a little tough to explain how you got it… unless you want to explain, that is.“She came tonight in case of medical emergencies,” shrugs the heiress, “so I’d imagine it was something for the pain.” Just when you think she’s going to leave it at that, paranoia darkens the girl’s eyes.“... if there are any side effects, however, I wouldn’t go to her for answers.”Well THAT’S reassuring!Is there anything more you’d like to ask?>NOPE, YOU’RE GOOD!>YEA, ACTUALLY! (WRITE-IN!)
Alright, now that's SERIOUSLY all I have time to write before leaving! Totally forgot to say the votes were counted too and tried to get as much crap in there as I could! I'll have more for y'all when I come back-hope to see you then and thanks as always for playing!
>>5700337>>IS THE ISLAND… SAFE?>WHAT ABOUT JAKE AND THE OTHER STUDENTS?
>>5700682Whoops looks like it updated
>>5700673>NOPE, YOU’RE GOOD!
>>5700673>NOPE, YOU’RE GOOD!Well, we’ve gotta get out of here and go find Pepper before she fucks things up. She’ll be happy to know that her mission became official. I can’t imagine Raj has done too much damage.
>>5700673>>NOPE, YOU’RE GOOD!
>>5700404>I can’t think of any reason for her to choose us besides maybe being unconnected to her school or anyone else on the island.I'm still half-convinced that our family is either currently part of the Mafia (and perhaps what's left of the Irish Mob), or at least has history there. Come on, Uncle Emilio literally called us "killer", we were trained by a scarred Russian who I'm pretty sure hasn't been on the right side of the law for most of her life (has anyone managed to translate her arm tattoo?), we've got the perfect cover to infiltrate somewhere that would normally be inaccessible, and the client's attitude and Uncle Emilio's insistence that we have to talk to Mina specifically, face to face, all makes it seem a lot like THIS, not the pizza delivery, was our actual job from the getgo.They just didn't tell us about it beforehand. (Or maybe they did, and the MC is an unreliable narrator.)
>>5700391>>5700563>Mina >>>> PepperNah, the spunky reporter looking for a scoop is way better than the creepy heiress who wants blood pacts and runs a bunch of schoolboy goons.Begun, the Waifu Wars have.
>>5700660>Tash, you nod, yea, you…>>Nope, drawing a blank.Well, it's confirmed that our MC has never read the Narnia books.
>>5700673>NOPE, YOU’RE GOOD!That's probably all we'll get out of her.Whew! Dead natives, pirates, dangerous animals released onto the island for sport, medical experiments, demon (or worse) summoning if I'm interpreting "calling" right...We have basically all the horror setups that don't involve aliens or summer camps going on here.>>5700674Thanks for writing! I think you crammed as much of the stuff in there as was reasonably possible.
>>5700780>has anyone managed to translate her arm tattoo?It's a rather poorly chosen word for "revenge". A very chuuni vibe.
>>5700817I mean, credit where it's due, she was raised by dogs.
Still alive, all! Wishing you a wonderful 4th of July if you celebrate it, otherwise wishing you a fantastic day regardless! See ya on the 10th-PREPARE THOSE PARTAY STRATEGIES!
>>5703487Happy Freedom Day, DB!
>>5703487God bless America and you man
>>5700783I like them both, but I feel like Pepper is more likely to treat us as an equal despite her quirks. I doubt Mina would be willing to be seen in an open relationship with us (unless we REALLY impress her). I’m not too sure. I think I’d need more time to read them both. Especially Mina. She seems pretty inscrutable and aloof so far.Also, Bones is a dickbag for doing this. He knew exactly what he was doing when he had Mina kiss us on the cheek.
>>5708308By “open relationship,” I meant one that’s not being kept hush-hush.
>>5708308Aren't you guys worried about her being a VAMPIRE though??Also I'm fucking BACK but I have a dumbass dentist appointment early today so you'll be getting a hit of that sweet, sweet, UPDATE SAUCE a little closer to the afternoon PST. You've all been VERY patient and I think you might like what's behind that spoilered image... ;)But yea, we're going with>NOPE, YOU'RE GOODUpdate later today! Honest!
>>5708472Oh boy, Bones is back!...I should probably read back through the thread to have any hope of remembering what the fuck is going on here.>Aren't you guys worried about her being a VAMPIRE though??Yes, but my perusal of vampires in fiction, especially hot female ones, is that there's a 50/50 shot it's gonna be ok anyway.
>>5700783Yeah, Pepper or no dice. I think Diesel and Pepper's personalities clash in a way that's both funny and compelling. They'd make a cute couple.
>>5708620Pepper is supremely annoying. Anyone is better than her.
“Will that be all then, Diesel?” You blink as if woken up from a long dream. Y-yea, you nod as you regain your bearings, you’re good!“That took you a while to answer…” Remarks Mina as she cocks her head to the side in a mixture of confusion, impatience, and maybe even a bit of pity? “Everything alright?”It feels like you’ve been mulling the task over for a week, but you don’t tell her that. Instead you adopt your best ‘COOL GUY’ smirk and shoot the rich chick a pair of GUN FINGAHS! You just wanted to be really sure, is all!“Wow,” she remarks, crossing her arms as she gives you an appraising look, “I’d hate to see what happens when you come across a real decision.”So would you, but that’s not important right now. “In that case…”WAAAAIIIIT!Freezing in mid-stride like a cat caught with a canary in its mouth, the heiress turns her one visible and somewhat-startled eye your way!“... yes, Diesel?”It slipped your mind before, you begin with an uneasy chuckle, but she uh… that blood thing-“Like I said, it’ll-”No, you interject, you just… taking a steadying breath, you stare the girl down long enough for the faintest hint of red to appear in her cheeks. Is… she’s not a VAMPIRE, right?And just like that the redness is gone.“... what?”You know she’s probably been out in the sun before, you explain with all the tact and guile this subject could possibly provide you, but there are these types called ‘DAYWALKERS’ and she is pretty pale and since we’re being honest with-“No. Quit being stupid and take this seriously.”Ten-four!>CONTD.
>>5708669Gliding over to the door before you can ask any more questions, Mina raps the metal door with her pale knuckles a few times before looking back at you over her shoulder. “If you find something, text me about ‘PAYMENT ISSUES’. I’ll come find you.”She’s pretty confident about herself, isn’t she?“I am, and I will find you.” She replies. Yep, she IS pretty confident! A pair of small, quiet feet make their way down the passageway beyond the door.“And I don’t think I need to remind you that whatever information you unearth?” Mina adds, staring a particularly icy dagger into your eyes, “It goes to me and me alone.” Casting a furtive glance at the basement windows, the girl lets out a weary sigh. “A media circus benefits no one, least of all us.”You can’t help but hang on that last italicized word. U-u-u-US??“Stay in character, now.” She winks, stepping out of the way just as the door swings open with a dull, earsplitting groan! Clenching your teeth as the sound bounces through your ears like a drunk pinball, you lock eyes with the small girl in the red blazer from before as she glances between you and her superior!“The situation’s been resolved, Tina.” Explains the Student Council President as she sends a glare your way that could flash-freeze magma! “Tell Jake that PIZZA BOY here is free to enjoy the party… provided he doesn’t make any more waves that is.”With a curt nod, Tina whips out her phone and gets to work tapping away at the keys. Mina’s gaze, however, hasn’t left you. It’d be kinda nice if it didn’t look like she wanted to punch you!“Consider that your first and last warning. This is a private island and a private event… I shouldn’t have to remind you that as far as consequences go, these are really quite generous given the circumstances.”Errr, you stammer, y-yea! Thanks, man! Um, GIRL!Shit.The Ice Queen’s frigid gaze thaws a bit.“Enjoy your evening.”As the two Student Council Members turn to leave, one more detail crosses your mind! Hey, you shout, who’s gonna untie me, huh?!“Oh?” A bemused look crosses the heiress’ face. “I was under the impression you let yourself out already.”Yea well yo-uhhh… not keen on meeting her gaze any longer, you instead settle on the ground in front of you. R-right…The girls leave you to your prison as the faint din of electric instruments booms from outside! Letting the zip ties fall to the ground around the chair, you rise to your feet and stretch a bit before using the same exit your captors went…>CONTD.
>>5708671You emerge from your cell surrounded by countless fir trees-string lights strung across their branches and boughs like the webs of a very confused spider! It only takes you a moment to get your bearings-to the WEST the screech of a guitar, the crashing of drums, and the wailing of a female vocalist tell you that a BAND’S performing nearby… the clanking of bottles and cheering teens only supports your theory.To the SOUTH past the shack you were until recently imprisoned in you can hear the familiar sounds of the evening tide-whether the DOCKS are down there or just the BEACH is anybody’s guess. Despite the swell lighting job, the spaces between the trees are engulfed in an eerie shadow-one that sets the hairs on the back of your neck on end.‘Danger’, it whispers in no uncertain terms.Even with your TRENDY TRACKSUIT on, you still find yourself wrapping your arms around your torso-the night has only just begun and already a nippy sea fog washes over the island chilling everything it touches!Hearing a twig tumble through some leaves a bit too close for comfort, you decide to get down to brass tacks. You’re free now, after all, and that means the night is YOURS!For the time being, at least.What’s first on your agenda?>FOLLOW THE MUSIC!>INVESTIGATE THE SOUND!>TRACK DOWN SOMEONE! (WHO?)>TAKE A WALK ON THE BEACH!>WRITE-IN!
>>5708673>INVESTIGATE THE SOUND!>TRACK DOWN PEPPER!We know that she's around here somewhere. We can feel it in our Italian American blood.
>>5708673>>INVESTIGATE THE SOUND!
>>5708472>Aren't you guys worried about her being a VAMPIRE though??I'm an idiot - I suddenly realized something: why would a vampire being ordering Italian pizza (or really, most Italian, or even French) food? Aren't vampires supposed to hate garlic or even find it poisonous?
>>5708680Vampires are more mysterious than you think, anon, and they would stop at nothing to uphold The Masquerade!>>5708511>50/50 shit it's gonna be ok anywaySomeone screencap these words>>5708620Pepper's a war criminal>>5708661ANYONE, you say? /:3
>>5708673>INVESTIGATE THE SOUND!Miss Pepper I presume?
>>5708685>Pepper's a war criminalEven better
>>5708673>INVESTIGATE THE SOUND!it's probably Pepper. If not...>TRACK DOWN SOMEONE! (PEPPER)We made a deal with her, first, and she'll probably be helpful as a 'native guide', since she at least knows these people and wants the same info we do.
>>5708673>INVESTIGATE THE SOUND!So Mina wants any information we acquire to be kept between us and her. Meaning she would be supremely disappointed if Pepper were to take liberties with—or even knew of—anything we might uncover.Wonderful.
>>5708676>>5708678>>5708689>>5708698>>5708699>THE SOOOOOUUUNNND!>>5708676>>5708698>SNOOP THE SNOOP!>>5708699Yep, I know it's been a week so here's a little review tidbit for everyone:-Mina's dad runs Hauser Pharmeceuticals-Mina's dad wants to pass the company over to her brother Darren-Darren don't want it, apparently-Mina do-Raj can land a sick-ass kickflipHope that clears things up! Writing!
>>5708737Also, her dad is running a demon cult on an ancient American Indian burial ground or some such
Your first instinct, however misguided it may be, was to track down that red-haired she-menace you were supposed to help into the party. You could chalk it up to your gentlemanly nature, of course-it’s certainly not safe for a young lady like her to tromp through the woods at night looking for a… what was it again?A Scoop. Riiiight.Doubly so when the PARTY QUEEN made it very clear to you that bad things would happen if scoopworthy material leaked anywhere besides her ears. Mina has a talent for making things clear through menacing stares, that’s for sure!Most importantly, however, Pepper OWES you! Sure, things might have gotten a little wacky down by the docks, but unless there’s another red-haired jerk traipsing around the trees you’re pretty sure she found a way in.That, you reason, means you deserve that FAVOR.Your wild imagination, and golly does it get WILD, is only vanquished by your survival instincts triggered by the sound of someone, or someTHING creeping through the misty underbrush bordering your storage shack cell! Normally you wouldn’t think much of it (not that you thought much of things in general), but you scarcely begin to perceive the noise before it suddenly goes silent.Like it knows you know.Anyone else would probably beat a hasty retreat for the safety of the MANSION-where the creature comforts of light, music, and underage drinking waited with open arms in a two-story monument to hedonistic teenage bliss… but you’re not anyone else, damn it!You’re DIESEL CRASH, and your ma and pa didn’t raise no JABRONI!Cocksure and undaunted, you traipse off in the direction of the noise with the sole purpose of identifying it. It’s slow-going, of course, but with the added help of your CELLPHONE FLASHLIGHT you quickly track down your quarry:A twig snapped in half in the center sitting in an indentation large enough to be a-CRNCH!-Foot!>ROLL ME 1d100 for absolutely no reason at all! Yep! I’ll take the BEST OF 3 ROLLS! Thanks for participating in this survey!
Rolled 80 (1d100)>>5708798
Rolled 55 (1d100)>>5708798
Rolled 94 (1d100)>>5708798Is 4chan just devouring dice today??
Rolled 94 (1d100)>>5708798Let's try this again.>>5708812I dunno, I was sure I'd typed that out right.
>>5708812>>5708814Kinda wish were taking best three out of four rolls on this one, and the fact that I rolled the same as you once I got a non-blank rollpost is very strange.
>>5708802>>5708807>>5708812>HIGHEST ROLL: 94!Writing!>>5708816It's peculiar to be sure... sometimes /qst/'s dicerolls get funky for no reason.
>>5708817I was hoping we'd get bonuses for duplicates or something.
Fueled by the genes of countless ancestors avoiding back-alley ambushes in the twisting streets of BELFIRST and REME, you spring off the forest floor and tuck yourself into a perfectly-executed backflip! Just in time to avoid the BLINDING FLASH OF-… oh godDAMN it…With a solid 10 landing, you have no trouble tracing the flash to its owner-a familiar DIGITAL CAMERA cradled in the hands of the smug-looking redhead currently dangling from one of the branches by her black-kneesocked legs!“Hey there, champ.”PEPPER. How did she-You blink.That’s uh… that’s a pretty dangerous position she’s in right there, you remark, eyes wandering towards her plaid skirt barely held in place between her ample thighs.“Lotsa practice,” she remarks as she swings back and forth a few times for emphasis. “Was wondering where you went.”The feeling’s mutual, you scoff! How’d she even get i-“Snuck in while you were getting the stuffing kicked outta’ ya.” She interjects as she continues fiddling with the camera. “Heard ya pissed yourself. Missed the photo op.”You’re tempted to battle her on that hill, but you deftly sidestep the bait! Aha, you exclaim, so that means you got her into the party! It still counts!“Never said it didn’t, chief.” She winks, swaying in the night air like a voyeuristic bat. “Me an’ Raj were organizing a rescue mission, but…” her voice trails off as she sends a mysterious look your way.… but?“Anyways,” She segues, “Managed to snoop around the party a bit. Standard fair so far, nothing front page-worthy.”Hey, wait a minute, you protest, what about the rescu-wait, how did she check out the party if she’s not supposed to BE here!? Her BROTHER-“‘S a jerk, yep, try living with him.” She shrugs as she reaches into her skirt pocket and produces the PIZZA MIND CAP you gave her! “Amazing what you can get away with with the right disguise, huh, skip?”You give the hat a good, long stare before replying. So she was able to creep around the party undetected with just a hat?“Gimme some credit here, chief!” She pouts as she reaches into her pockets again! “If a reporter can’t get past a few stop signs they’re nothin’ but a sap with a notebook!” Retrieving a RED DUO CUP from her pocket, she takes a polite swig of its contents before holding it out to you!“Even managed to snatch a refreshment for ya, slick!”DO YOU TAKE THE DRANK?>HELL YES!>NAH!>WRITE-IN!
>>5708818Not a bad idea, man! I'm on board for offering bonuses if you roll duplicates if everyone else is!
>>5708830>HELL YES!>>5708837Absolutely on board.
>>5708830>>HELL YES!>>5708837>HELL YES!
>>5708837It is amusing as an idea. But will maluses result if we roll duplicate BAD rolls?>>5708830>HELL YES!
>>5708852Seems only fair to me, but maybe we can compromise since it's so rare: how about if you roll doubles of a CRAP ROLL, it'll MITIGATE IT A BIT? For example, if you roll DOUBLE 1'S it won't be that terrible of a Crit Fail? Sound tasty?At the end of the day I focus on the FUN here-I still enforce those consequences, of course, but I always wanna reward creativity and stuff. Let me know what you all think and we'll figure shit out, otherwise I'll just wing it like I always do! or DO I? : ^)Anyways let's look at the votes here...>>5708833>>5708839>>5708843>>5708851>>5708852>UNDERAGE DRINKING!Degenerates, the lot of you. COOL DEGENERATES! WRITING!
>>5708855Sounds gucci to me, boss.
Of COURSE you take it, are you NUTS?! Giving your ‘partner’ a grateful nod, you take the cup from her outstretched hand and bring it close to your lips-it’s a wonder she didn’t spill it being upside-down and a--CLICK!-… it’s a wonder you didn’t drop it with how close that damn CAMERA FLASH WAS! Barely resisting the urge to use her camera like a speed bag, you send Pepper a glare that could turn Mina to stone! Is she just gathering BLACKMAIL on you now or wh-“‘S only blackmail if I use it in a bad way!” Pepper interrupts in a chipper tone! “Think of these as… MEMENTOS! Yea!”Yea, you snort as you peer into the blood-red liquid in the cup and the faint lipstick print on the rim, you’re sure the police will love thumbing through THAT scrapboo-“Awww don’t be a narc-treat yourself already!” The girl frowns! “Gotta stay crisp if we’re gonna be doin’ legwork tonight, sandcrab~”Time enough for that... taking a swig of the JUNGLE JUICE, your taste buds are pummeled by a sudden onslaught of FRUITY FLAVOR culminating in a boozy aftertaste that nearly knocks you on your ass! That’s what you get for not eating in a while, you guess! Savoring the flavor for a pleasant moment, it takes you a second to realize Pepper’s still giving you a long, SMUG stare! Is she gonna hang from that branch all night, or?“Until you offer me another sip, yep!” Chirps Pepper as she swings a few more times! “You are a gentleman, right?”Right! Handing the cup back to her, you can still feel the warmth of the booze radiating off of your throat! What’s in that anyways?“Fruit juice and a buttload of vodka,” She reports before taking a long swig! An exultant breath escapes her lips as she hands it back to you! “They call it a FRUIT PUNCH-you can probably guess why.”You guess you can, you repeat as you scan the woods surrounding you. It’s quiet...Passing the drink back and forth, you ponder what your next step is…>ASK ABOUT HER BROTHER!>WHAT HAPPENED TO THEIR RESCUE PLAN?>SO SHE WAS THE MYSTERIOUS TWIG-SNAPPER, HUH?>GET DOWN FROM THERE-WE’VE GOT WORK TO DO! (NO QUESTIONS-LET'S GO!)>I’VE LEARNED A FEW THINGS…>WHAT’S YOUR DEAL WITH SWIMMING, ANYWAYS?>WRITE-IN!
>>5708864>WHAT HAPPENED TO THEIR RESCUE PLAN?>I’VE LEARNED A FEW THINGS…Safe to assume she's the twig-snapperunless she's NOT the twig-snapper, n which case it's VERY not safe
>>5708864>I’VE LEARNED A FEW THINGS…>WHAT’S YOUR DEAL WITH SWIMMING, ANYWAYS?
>>5708868>>5708871>RESCUE!>LEARNED!>SWIM!Let's do this shiiiiit
>>5708830>she reaches into her skirt pocket and produces the PIZZA MIND CAP you gave her! “Amazing what you can get away with with the right disguise, huh, skip?”Thank you, that is 100% what I intended when voting/suggesting that.>RED DUO CUP...fuck, as someone who's had way too many nights begin with those in my hand and ended with helping to clean a party's worth of them (other people's, not mine - I learned to be responsible drunk minder and reliable cleanup dude at parties where I didn't get shitfaced) off of every available surface, I started cackling when I saw that.Please tell me there's a beer pong table and we can show off our Bocce Ball skills on it. Ping pong balls are only a few pounds lighter!
>>5708864Vote:>SO SHE WAS THE MYSTERIOUS TWIG-SNAPPER, HUH?We need to know - maybe "YOU HEARD ANYTHING ELSE IN THIS FOREST?" as a follow up?>WRITE IN:>We're in WAY OVER OUR HEADS here! And my head is ALREADY SWIMMING! Side comments:>“Think of these as… MEMENTOS! Yea!”On the off chance that our MC does end up with Pepper, I want to see the two of them trying to explain to their inquisitive five-year-olds about that picture in the family album.>your taste buds are pummeled by a sudden onslaught of FRUITY FLAVOR culminating in a boozy aftertaste that nearly knocks you on your ass!Oh gawd, I remember dumping canned pineapple and canned cherries and a couple liters of sprite and a couple bottles of Everclear and more heinous things together into a witch's brew of punch. My buddy was actually pretty angry because people preferred it to the actually good shit he'd brought (pretty good scotch and gin and other such spirits), but people had sampled them so he couldn't take the bottles back. I ended that night fishing alcohol-infused bits of pineapple out of the bottom of the restaurant-capacity Lipton iced tea jug I'd made the punch in, and feeding them to people.College was a weird time.
It takes you a few more sips and a surprisingly wholesome moment with the serial privacy invader before it hits you:She SANDBAGGED YOU! AGAIN!Hey, you frown as you politely take the offered drink from her outstretched hand, what was that about a ‘RESCUE MISSION’?Pepper raises an eyebrow, but at her angle it looks lowered.“Doesn’t ring a bell.”Okay, you’re nowhere near THAT buzzed yet-spill the beans already!“Guess ya’ scooped me this time…” she mutters as she takes the drink back from you. “Well as you probably guessed, it didn’t happen, chief.”No shit.“After I slipped past the DISCOS I regrouped with Raj…” The girl pauses to stick out her tongue. “Well really he regrouped with me...”Alright, you nod, taking the opportunity to scan the woods for any sign of the skater, so what went wrong, huh?“We were on our way, chief,” She continues, “But once we arrived at the party the whole thing kinda fell apart… Raj spotted a few girls and-”Lemme guess, you groan as you massage your temples, kickflip?“You catch on quick, pal.”Yea, it’s a talent. What happened next?“Well he went off to do that, so I used the opportunity for some SNOOPIN’!” Replies the girl as a massive grin forms on her face! “... and to collect some provisions, of course!”Right, you nod as you take another swig from your ‘provisions’, so how’d she know where you’d be?“I didn’t.” The girl replies with a shrug. “Thought I saw someone going around the mansion, so I followed ‘em into the woods, but…” Her expression darkens a bit. You lost them?Pepper begrudgingly nods her head. Seems like a sore spot. It doesn’t last too long though, and with the resurgence of her SMUG GRIN she fiddles around with her REPORTER’S CAMERA! What’s she so pleased abo-Your answer comes in the form of a picture you’d rather wasn’t taken: a close-up of your cell’s window… and Mina giving you a peck on the cheek!“Aincha’ glad I was the one that took it?” Pepper asks in a tone laced with pride! “Pretty juicy stuff there, casanova.”That, you stammer as you feel icy fingers trace down your back, that-“Is gonna be deleted, don’t worry, partner!” She chirps as she stows the CAMERA into her skirt pocket! “Still though, a girl’s gotta wonder what you did to get her to do that!”Let’s just say you might have more reason to scope out the party, you mutter, still somewhat perturbed. She’s uh… she’s taking that pretty well, isn’t she?“Taking what well?” Asks Pepper as she innocently cocks her head to the side. Never mind…>CONTD.
>>5708946Pepper doesn’t strike you as the jealous type, so you waste no time in filling her in on what you learned from Mina. By the time you’re done with the whole recap, the young journalist is practically SALIVATING!“Y-you mean…” she stammers as the color in her cheeks almost matches her hair, “Th-there might actually b-be…”Some sort of SCOOP, yes, you sigh as you run your fingers through your hair. She’s probably being paranoid, though-“Ah ah AH!” Interjects your partner as she presses a coffee-scented finger over your lips! “What did I say earlier about speculation, chief?”You’ve spent way too many updates talking to this girl to think you can argue with her now. Pushing her hand aside, your face scrunches up a bit as you stare at the hanging High-Schooler. Can she speculate what’ll happen if Mina finds out she was snooping around, then? HM?“Nope,” she shrugs with a polite giggle, “Never been caught!”Well tonight would be a really bad time to start, you huff, so if she wants a chance to back out, well…Here it is.“No dice, sandcrab!” She counters with a twinkle in her eye! “I’m getting my story with or without ya. You’d have to cut my head off to stop me now!”Then you guess you’re working together, you sigh as you take another sip of the drink. But she’s not publishing JACK SQUAT unti-“Until you sign off on it, yep yep yep, you’re the boss with the big britches…” She grumbles as she uses her hand to mimic you talking! “Take it easy, sport, or you’re gonna start sounding like my BROTHER...” Her face contorts as if you’d just fed her a bowl of caterpillars. It seems like a rough subject, but now that she brings it up…If you’re gonna be working together, you add in a cautious tone, you want to know what her deal with swimmi-“Don’t like it.” She snaps as she snatches the drink from your hands and downs the remains. Yea, bu-“Don’t. Like. It.”She might be way shorter than you are, but the way she repeats her sentence gives you Mina vibes-the ones that say ‘DANGER: DO NOT CROSS’. Then again, she does owe you a fa--CRNCH!->ROLL ME 1d100 (+5 SPEED ROLL, -5 DISTRACTED) NOW! I’LL TAKE THE BEST OF 3 ROLLS!
Rolled 8 (1d100)>>5708948
Rolled 87 (1d100)>>5708948
Rolled 9 (1d100)>>5708948The Irish and the Italian are like the two most aggressive, obnoxious, and scrappy groups of American immigrants there are. We were built for this.
>>5708981My roll does not reflect that.Also, for some reason the IP for my work has been banned for abuse, so no telling how long I’ll be able to participate before the cell service one is too.
>>5708984>My roll does not reflect that.Don't worry, I got you covered with my Irish/Scots/Prussian blend up in >>570897187's not the best possible roll, but it's only 13 from the possible top.
>>5708958>>5708971>>5708981>HIGHEST ROLL: 87!The dentist appointment's catching up to me on my end, so I'm gonna call it for tonight and whip up the next update TUESDAY AROUND 10AM PST! Thanks for your patience and for playing-I can say with absolute certainty that some stuff's gonna pick up speed next time! : )
>>5708992Thanks for running!
>>5708992have fun at the dentist
You were ready for it last time and this one’s no different! Letting the street-savviness embedded into your genes take over once more, you swiftly spin around to face the interloper!Raj, you groan, would it kill you to give a warning o-The words scarcely exit your mouth before you spot something hurtling towards your face from the shadows surrounding you! Undaunted, your body goes into autopilot as your hand darts in front of you and SNATCHES the projectile right out of the air with two fingers!Letting the cup fall to the forest floor, Pepper wastes no time in dropping from her perch and taking cover behind you! As she looks over your shoulder at the thing you caught, her dark blue eyes glance up at yours in wonder!“What is that?”It’s sticky, for starters… almost puttylike in texture… Pale with a hint of yellow… yep…Bringing it to your lips, you give the gooey projectile a quick lick.Flour.“... Pizza dough?”Thank god, right?“Well, well, well…” croons an all-too-familiar voice from beyond the shadows, “Dee with a girl that’s way outta’ his league…”Squinting into the darkness, you and Pepper’s efforts are rewarded by a pair of gaudy white cowboy boots approaching your position. And attached to them?“If I had a quarter for every time I saw that!”https://youtu.be/kXVqj89ikGMThey come attached to a slim, blonde guy with a spiky goatee, aviator shades, and the stupidest-looking snakeskin jacket you’ve ever seen worn over a blue graphic T. With a taunting chuckle, the fashion assassin flicks a weathered old quarter into the air and catches it on one of his knuckles!Pepper sends an unsure glance your way. “Friend of yours?”Used to be, you sigh, his na-“SLICE OF HEAVEN’S Golden Boy!” He interrupts as he sends the quarter into the air once more! “The guys call me ‘SIR’,”The quarter lands on his knuckles as he continues his approach.“The ladies call me ‘DON’T STAWWWP!” He croons in a falsetto voice as the quarter goes airborne again!“But you, babe, can call me ‘THE TORTURER...” Concludes the intruder as he stops in front of the two of you, “Because I know aaaallll the right ways to make you screa-”His name’s RODNEY, you groan as you push the creep’s face back with two of your fingers, RODNEY BASH. Just ignore him and he’ll go away.“Oh, if only it were that easy, Dee!”It is that easy. Go away.“No!”Great…>CONTD.
>>5709406The two of you start to circle each other like a pair of squirrels fighting over the same acorn while Pepper watches with growing amusement.“You ever try to get rid of your shadow, Dee?” Snickers Rodney as he continues to perform his stupid coin trick, “Because I’m gonna be WAY harder to shake!”“Who is this guy, sandcrab?” Pepper asks as she retrieves her CAMERA for a fresh set of shots! “The man Dee dreams he could be!” Answers Rodney with a dramatic flourish! “The opposing side of the same coin! Th-”This moron used to work for PIZZA MIND, you grunt, not taking your eyes off of the jacketed jerk, but-“But they always looked DOWN on me!” Rodney shouts! “They never saw my potential–how HIGH I could soar if they’d just le-”Dude, UNCLE EMILIO caught you in the kitchen eating RAW PIZZA DOUGH.Rodney’s confidence falters for a moment. “N-no he didn’t.”Yea, you groan as you feel another migraine coming on, he did. SEVERAL times.“... well the ‘soaring’ part was true too.”Whatever, man, you huff as the two of you still circle each other, what the hell is he doing here anyways? It’s a private party!“I could ask YOU the same thing!” Laughs your old friend, “But I don’t need to! Remember… THIS?!”Reaching into his extremely stupid jacket’s pocket, Rodney pulls out a greasy old ORDER TICKET and shoves it into your face! This… this is-“Looks like someone wanted a lotta pizza…” He purrs as he gives the ticket a few extra shakes, “and when I saw you get on that ferry, well,” Rodney shrugs as he stuffs the slip back into his jacket, “I just couldn’t resist!”So he stowed away, huh? Ceasing your circling, you motion for Pepper to follow you and head in the direction of the mansion.“H-hey, wait!” Sputters your old friend as he tromps through the underbrush after you, “Where do you think you’re going!?”To the MANSION, you grunt, not even bothering to turn around, so that you can report his ass to event security!“Ooh, you sure you wanna do that?” Rodney asks as his misplaced confidence slowly returns to his voice!Yea, you nod, you kinda do!“Then I guess you won’t mind me telling them about all the snooping you plan to do!”You freeze, causing Pepper to smack chest-first into your back! Nice.>CONTD.
>>5709409“And maybe my ears are playin’ tricks on me, Rodney continues as he meanders back in front of you, “but didn’t I hear that this lady right here was hiding?” The sunglass’d shitheel leers at Pepper as a smile forms on his face. “Sure would suck if people found out she was pallin’ around with ole’ Garlic Breath here!”“You’d better not…” Growls Pepper as she looks to you for support.“Oh I would never!” Scoffs Rodney, undeterred by your death glare, “But I’ve got a better deal for ya, sweetcheeks: once I mop the floor with Dee here, you and I will do a little… snooping, yea?”Yea RIGHT, you growl as you step closer to Rodney! You already have a deal! Go find your own girl!“Don’t be cute, Dee,” laughs your old pal, “You blundered past my trap with the flashing lights down by the DOCKS, but I saw you get trounced by that Rent-A-Cop Jr!”Rodney sets his gaze back on Pepper.“You really think this jabroni can keep you safe? ‘Prince Pee-Pants’ over here?”You step between the two. Don’t listen to him, Pepper, this guy’s an idiot!“Well…” Muses the girl in a vaguely intrigued voice, “Maybe there’s a way to solve this, chief…”“Damn right there is!” Laughs Rodney as he adopts a BOXING STANCE, “Whaddaya say, old pal? Can’t really escort a lady if you’re laid the hell out, right?”Damn it, Pepper, you groan internally, you were supposed to IGNORE this prick!What do?>IGNORE! JUST WALK AWAY!>SUCKER PUNCH!>LET’S TALK SOME MORE, ROD…>PEPPER, A QUICK WORD, PLEASE?>FINE, LET’S DO THIS! (ENTER A FIGHTING STANCE!)>WRITE-IN!
>>5709412>FINE, LET’S DO THIS! (ENTER A FIGHTING STANCE!)If he didn't flunk out of Pizza Mind, maybe he too would be trained in the Ultimate Pizza Style.
>>5709412>FINE, LET’S DO THIS! (ENTER A FIGHTING STANCE!)
>>5709412>>FINE, LET’S DO THIS! (ENTER A FIGHTING STANCE!)
>>5709451>>5709487>>5709504>FIGHT!Writing! Sorry, got sidetracked by Dave the Diver. Great game if you get the chance to try it!
You know Rodney better than anyone, which is a shame. You also know that once the dumbass has set his empty head on something, he won’t change his mind unless you rattle it a bit! Releasing a drawn-out sigh that hopefully accurately describes just how much you DON’T wanna do this, you enter the FIGHTING STANCE your uncle made you practice a million times and beckon your opponent to, in colloquial terms, ‘bring it’“Thaaaat’s right…” Snickers Rodney as he cracks his neck, “Might wanna find a towel, babe,” he adds as he gives Pepper a wink, “because you WILL get we-”Oh for crying out LOUD, you moan, Pepper, are you SURE you wanna give this freak the time of day? Seriously?“You betcha, slick!” She chirps as she takes a seat in a fresh tree branch and gets her CAMERA ready, “Besides, I already know who the winner’s gonna be!”Both you and Rodney look at her expectantly.… she’s just saying that to appear neutral, isn’t she?“No idea what you’re talkin’ about, chief.”Super.“First thing’s first, ‘slick’:” Rodney smirks as he bounces from foot to foot, “You know that WRITE-INS can only help you during a fight, right?”Yea, yea, you mutter with a roll of your eyes, you know how a scrap works! And why’s he even trying to give you advice anyways?”“Because I’m just that confident in my abilities!” He sneers as the two of you step into a clearing surrounded by trees! “So that means you also probably know that fights rarely tend to be fair...”YES, you groan, now can we plea-In the middle of your annoyed response, Rodney reaches for something in his pocket! UH OH!https://youtu.be/25AZ7O5yY_8>ROLL ME 1d100 +5 (+5 SPEED CHECK) TO AVOID WHATEVER’S COMING! I’LL TAKE THE BEST OF 3 ROLLS!
Rolled 62 + 5 (1d100 + 5)>>5709534
Rolled 59 + 5 (1d100 + 5)>>5709534Oh shit it's POCKET SPICES!
Rolled 23 (1d100)>>5709534
>>5709539>>5709540>>5709572>HIGHEST ROLL: 67!Writing!
You clock his intent long before Rodney can make it happen! Ducking to the side and bringing your hands closer to your face, you’re way out of the area code by the time your old pal chucks a handful of FLOUR where your face was mere seconds ago!“POCKET FLOUR!”GET REAL!Bringing your leg up, you counter his clumsy and cowardly attack with a quick ROUNDHOUSE KICK to his hand that sends the remaining powder flying into the air!Pepper takes a snap of the moment while Rodney uses the momentum from the kick to spin in place and bring a backhand slap whizzing past your cheek! You lean away and back in, of course, bringing your forehead CRASHING into his chest and sending the dweeb stumbling backwards into a nearby tree!Flattened against the trunk, Rodney shakes it off just in time to pivot out of the way of your counterattack: a brutal right hook that sends chunks of tree bark into the air! As the impact sends pain through your fist and up your arm, you’re caught up in a flurry of lightning-fast jabs from your opponent-though they don’t really knock you for a loop, they do send you backwards, and as Rodney follows up the chin music with an uppercut, you beat him to the punch and deliver a knee straight into his exposed breadbasket! “D-OOF!”Stumbling backwards on his stupid cowboy boots, your fellow pizza guy leaves himself open for an attack-yours, in fact!What do? CHOOSE ONE! (ROLLS COME AFTER)>PICK HIM UP AND SLAM HIM! TURN RODNEY INTO A WRECKING BALL!>COMBO TIME! PLAY HIM LIKE A PIANO WITH RAPID ATTACKS!>PLAY IT SMART-BAIT HIS ATTACKS AND RESPOND ACCORDINGLY!>WRITE-IN!
>>5709591>WRITE-IN!While he's unbalanced, kick his legs from under him and spin him in the air like pizza dough.
>>5709600Yesss pizza spin him!
Rolled 86 (1d100)>>5709600Our ULTIMATE ATTACK!Then slam him down, hard, on his back, and roll him out of here.Jabroni.>>5709591
>>5709641Woops, dice were acidental. Stupdi extension.
Rolled 82 (1d100)>>5709591
>>5709600>>5709624>>5709641>THE PIZZA POUNDER!Sounds like a PLAN! I'll take these two rolls:>>5709641>>5709649and at +5 to them for GOOD WRITING-IN!>ROLL ME 1 MORE 1d100+5, please!
Rolled 9 + 5 (1d100 + 5)>>5709675
Rolled 22 + 5 (1d100 + 5)>>5709675
Rolled 100 + 5 (1d100 + 5)>>5709675
>>5709699Where were you ten minutes ago?
>>5709641>>5709649>>5709694>HIGHEST ROLL: 91!Writing!>>5709699D'oh! Well there's always later, anon! Never give up!Also to avoid confusion, don't worry about rolling until AFTER we've decided on an action! Some choices might have different maluses and bonuses than others! Anyways he we gooo...
While Rodney tries to swat the stars away from his eyes, you get busy yourself and rush the goon! Though he makes a clumsy sweep at your head with a haymaker punch, you have no trouble ducking below the attack and sweeping his legs out from under him!As your opponent sails into the air like a snakeskin beach ball, you deftly catch him in one hand and start spinning Rodney like the dough he loves so much! Groaning with growing nausea, your ‘pizza’ desperately tries to sway at your face, but no dice! A smile forms on your face as you watch Rodney’s turn a sickening shade of green, and as you turn to pose for Pepper’s camera, you catch the girl mid-triumphant fist pump!Sensing your gaze, however, Pepper is quick to get back to photographer duties with a slightly-redder set of cheeks. With a click and a flash of the camera, you prepare to deliver your ULTIMATE ATTACK!“Aw jeEz…” Mutters Rodney as he makes yet another spin above your head, “Nnot THat…”Yes, Rodney, you growl with a manic grin, THAT!With one final spin you hurl your would-be opponent into the air! As he spins like a fresh pizza above you, you leap as high as you can and meet him on the trip down! Clasping both hands around his ankles, you lift Rodney back behind your head!PIZZA… POUNDEEEEEERRRR!!!All of the irritation he imparted on you earlier is channeled into one mighty blow, and with a primal roar you bring the jerk CRASHING down to the ground on his back just in time for Pepper to snap another pic! The leaves, twigs, and pebbles on the forest floor are launched into the air from the impact, and as your opponent gurgles something unintelligible you kick Rodney in the side and send him rolling out of the clearing! As he travels along like a wayward golf ball, you notice several SMALL CARDBOARD DISCS falling out of his pockets as he goes!Coming to a dazed halt when he crashes into the base of a tree, your old coworker spits out a few chunks of his own sunglasses and groans in utter defeat!“OoOough…” He mumbles, “Y’godme, Dee…”Damn right you did!>CONTD.
>>5709802With the dust officially settled, you take a few steps towards your bested foe and squat in front of him with a smarmy grin forming on your face! Since we’re giving each other tips, you begin, he oughta’ remember this one:SOMETIMES IT’S BETTER TO RUN OR HIDE! “Y-yep…” Gurgles Rodney, “I remember that one from the corkboard…”Well if he remembered it sooner he wouldn’t be picking his teeth up off the ground right now, you counter! Picking up one of the discs you saw earlier, you bring it closer to your squinting eyes to get a better look! Emblazoned on one side is the unmistakable logo of GOOD BOY DOGGIE BONES- that company up North that got involved in that weird WI-FI BUSINESS...Another has some kind of cutesy squirrel cartoon on it. Huh.Are these…“PONGOS...” Your opponent weakly replies, “F-found ‘em on the boat…”Well that was mighty kind of him!>CONTD.
>>5709803Gathering up the others with Pepper’s help, you stuff your loot inside your pockets before turning towards your partner. So, you sigh, what shall we do with this guy?“He’s a loose end, sandcrab,” the reporter replies with a frown, “I don’t like loose ends…”Neither do you, you groan, but it’s not like you wanna kill the guy-Turning to face Rodney again, your heart skips a beat as you find his place beneath the tree vacant! What the-“Hey DEE!” Croons the blonde-haired buffoon in a much more chipper tone, “I got ANOTHER COMBAT TIP for ya!”Following his ear-splittingly-annoying voice, you spot the loser already deeper in the forest! Though his legs are still shaky, he wastes no time reaching into his tattered jacket’s pocket!“There ain’t no tap-outs or bells in the real world, Dee!” He shouts with a haughty laugh! “You may have whooped my butt, but I’ll be back, you’ll see!”Before you can chuck a hefty PINECONE at his fat head, Rodney hurls a ball of FLOUR at the ground like a smoke bomb!… but when the grains clear, you spot him trying and failing to somersault away into the woods!“I’ll…” He grunts as you and Pepper share a look, “This… nrgk… this ain’t over!”Yea it is, you growl! Stay the hell away from us, Rodney-I MEAN it!“Nrrfff..” Rodney replies as his jacket gets stuck on a fern, “NEVERRRR!”GodDAMN it… you’re just about to jog over and kick his ass for good when he hits a slope and rolls into the mist with a triumphant laugh! Staring in the direction he went for a moment, you find Pepper staring up at you with a mixture of impatience and awe in her blue eyes.“Not bad, chief!” She reports as you raise an eyebrow her way, “Didn’t know you could scrap like that.”You can, you sigh as you adjust your hair, when you aren’t taken off-guard by wannabe Rent-A-Cops…“Glad I backed the right horse, then!” Smiles the reporter as she gives your shoulder a playful shove! “Ready to get outta here?”Are you? What do?PASTEBIN UPDATED!https://pastebin.com/RuZL1Xgh>GO AFTER RODNEY BEFORE HE HURTS HIMSELF…>HEAD TO THE PARTY-YOU COULD USE SOME REFRESHMENTS!>TALK TO PEPPER SOME MORE!>CHECK OUT THE BEACH FROM EARLIER!>WRITE-IN!
>>5709804>WRITE-IN!The party is at the mansion, right? I say we scout it out and see if any place inside might have some leads for us to begin with, and maybe set up a diversion for the student security or whatever they are if need be. We might be able to recruit Raj for that again if we have feel like it. And a trip to that supply warehouse could also be useful either before or after. Having plenty of gadgets to work with could save our bacon.
>>5709804>>CHECK OUT THE BEACH FROM EARLIER!
>>5709804>TALK TO PEPPER SOME MORE!We don't seem like the type to resist a girl "staring up at [us] with a mixture of impatience and awe in her blue eyes", even if we've mistaken impatience to get out of here and move on with our missions for impatience to do ...well, the sorts of things two teenagers go out into the deserted wood to do together.
>>5709809Sensible. Let's stay on-mission. Romantic walks on the beach with punch in one hand and a handful of Pepper-ass in the other can wait for the end credits.
>>5709883This is my vote, by the way.>>5709804
>>5709809>>5709883>NOTHING SCARY EVER HAPPENED IN A MANSION!>>5709838>BEACH WALLLLLLK>>5709870>TALK TO PEPPER!Looks like we're finally going to the par-taaaaay. Writing!
Yea, you nod, returning Pepper’s smile with one of your own, let’s crash this damn party already! Leading the way towards the sound of what passes for ‘music’ in these parts, you pause to check on your companion and catch the redhead stifling a shiver.Cold?“I’ll be better when we’re back at the house…” Replies Pepper as her smile shows off a few chattering teeth. “... I can handle myself, chief.”Sure she can, you scoff, which reminds you… where’s her ha-Donning the PIZZA MIND HAT before you can finish, the girl gives you a reassuring thumbs up to which you respond with a shrug. Works for you!Thanks to the lights strung all over the trees, it doesn’t take long for you to find your way back! As you approach a massive hedge wall, the music from earlier becomes so loud you can hear the lyrics… not that you can understand them…“SEPSIS is still working on their brand, sandcrab.” The reporter-turned-pizza gal explains as you try to find the entrance. “But word on the street says the band’s only holding together because of DIDI and FRITZ.”You spy one of the familiar white-suited DISCIPLINARY COMMITTEE MEMBERS standing guard at a sturdy-looking black wooden gate. And they are?“Lead singer and guitarist.” Hard to have a band without those, you muse. Approaching the gate with caution, you’re waved through as the sentry continues a hushed conversation into their earpiece.“No… nope…. Nothing except for the PIZZA PATROL,” He mutters as he studies you and Pepper from behind his mirrored shades. “Well what KIND of noises?”You and your companion trade glances as you make your way through the gate and into a lavish BACKYARD GARDEN where crowds of unfamiliar students mill about with duo cups, cigarettes, and a cornucopia of snacks balanced on paper plates in their hands!Welp, you remark as a guy stumbles past you with a mouth FULL of cigarettes, here we are!>CONTD.
>>5709961“THE STAGE AND DANCE FLOOR ARE AROUND THE CORNER,” Shouts Pepper as the two of you struggle to hear over the din around you, “THAT’S WHERE THE BAND IS, SLICK!”YEA, you reply as you spot several rows of tables loaded to burst with food, your PIZZA included, YOU FIGURED AS MUCH! Past the tables in the corner of the garden sits a BAR loaded with boxes and crates of booze-the bar itself manned by two shady characters-their faces obscured by the hoods of their puffy RED AND BLUE JACKETS respectfully.“DONNIE AND LEE NGUYEN!” Explains Pepper as she once again reads your mind! “YOU WANT IT, THEY GOT IT, SLICK!”They sound like some good guys to know…“THE POOL, JACUZZIS, AND SPORTS COURTS ARE PAST THERE TOO!” She adds as she points once more towards the sound of ‘music’! “AND THE MANSION’S RIGHT THERE, CHIEF!”Following her gaze, you find yourself staring at a two-story mansion that straddles modern architecture and Victorian! Several windows inside glow with activity, but there’s no telling what’s going on inside those rooms…“MIGHT BE A GOOD IDEA TO CHECK INSIDE WHILE THE BAND’S STILL PLA-”WHAAAAT?!?“I SAID,” Pepper roars into your ear, “IT MIGHT BE A GOOD IDEA TO CHECK INSIDE WHILE THE BAND’S STILL PLAYING!”She’s not wrong, but this is the first time all night you’ve actually been at the damn party… and last time you checked YOU’RE the one calling the shots!What’s first on the agenda here?>CATCH THE CONCERT AND HIT THE DANCE FLOOR!>PERUSE THE FOOD!>GRAB A DRINK!>HIT THE POOL AREA!>FIND YOUR WAY INTO THE MANSION!>WRITE-IN!
>>5709969>PERUSE THE FOOD!professional interest, you know? Who else is catering this place...?>GRAB A DRINK!And one for Pepper, and a snack. Cover story. We get caught,w e got drunk and wandered off to find somewhere quiet to eat, drink, and score some nookie with this out-of-our-league redhead. (WINK)>FIND YOUR WAY INTO THE MANSION!With this stuff secured, we go in.
>>5709969> VISIT WITH DONNIE AND LEE NGUYEN!It always pays to know a guy.
>>5709969>DONNIE AND LEE NGUYEN!Like the Dragon Twins? Or the Katanugi Twins from Scott Pilgrim?>HIT THE POOL AREA!
>>5709969>VISIT WITH DONNIE AND LEE NGUYEN!We're going to need a couple guys who can get us ANYTHING on our side. Might as well start with the handshakes now.
>>5709981>Cover story. We get caught,w e got drunk and wandered off to find somewhere quiet to eat, drink, and score some nookie with this out-of-our-league redhead. (WINK)I dunno who you are, but I like the way you think. Putting Pepper on the backfoot for once would be pretty funny, although I am worrying about her brother.
>>5709981>FOOD!>DONNIE AND LEE!>MANSION!>>5709993>DRINK AND THE NGUYENS!>>5710006>POOL!>>5710035>NGUYENS!Looks like we're grabbing a drink! Writing the last update of the night, probably!>>5710036>Worrying about her brotherYea he'll probably kill ya and make it look like an accident
Whatever it is you plan on doing tonight will probably require tools-you don’t gotta take a look inside your pockets to know you’re lackin’ what you need to be packin’!… okay, not in that way, but you get it, right? Pointing towards the BAR, you get a taste of apprehension from your companion’s expression. Something wrong?“I’LL STICK AROUND NEARBY!” Announces Pepper, “THEY KNOW ME!”BUT WHAT ABOUT THE DAMN HA-“TRUST ME!” She interjects with a wink! “GRAB ME A DRINK, WOULDJA, SANDCRAB!?”Skipping off before you can stop her, you send her off with a defeated shrug. Part of you thinks she ain’t worth the effort, but a few seconds of watching her skirt bounce up and down as she heads over to the food tables helps you reconsider.Focus on the favor, Diesel…Smacking your cheeks to focus, you take a detour past some of the food tables as well! If you didn’t know any better, and you don’t, you’d think you were at some kind of medieval feast here-the familiar boxes of PIZZA MIND PIZZA are spread out on their own table, of course: cheese, pepperoni, some with all the works! On another table you’ve got BIRDS, and lots of ‘em! Turkey, fried chicken, chicken nuggets-passing another table full of burgers and hot dogs, you’re nearly bowled over by a kid easily larger than three of you put together!As he gurgles at you with a mouth stuffed to burst with hot dogs you almost consider giving him the Heimlich Maneuver, but then you see him writing a hasty ‘S’cuse me’ in mustard on the white tablecloth…Greenridge, man…Taking your place at the end of the surprisingly-small bar line, you steal a glance at your partner and find her loading up on sweets-cookies and cupcakes, from the looks of it. How she hasn’t crashed from all the coffee and sugar is beyond you-“NEEEXTTT!”>CONTD.
>>5710084Yanked back into reality, you find yourself standing like a very confused scarecrow at the front of the bar line where the aforementioned DONNIE AND LEE stand waiting for you to do, well… anything.https://youtu.be/m5ObF1C6ZMg“Who the hell are you supposed to be, dude?” The one clad in red asks in an abrasive tone! “Go trip somewhere else, man.”“C’mon, bro, this is the GUY!” Counters the brother in blue as he takes a puff from whatever’s currently poking out of his hoodie, “He’s THE DELIVERY BOY, bro!”That’s right, you nod, forcing a smile onto your face as you struggle to ignore the bass-heavy song currently blasting out of the speaker pointed right at you, you’re ‘THE DELIVERY BOY’. “Well shit, my dude,” Laughs the bartender in blue with a grand flourish, “What’cha drinkin, man?”“You the guy that pissed himself, yea?” Asks Red with a blend of pity and admiration in his voice, “Yea, you could use a drink, bro.”“Fuckin’ DISCOS, bro.” Blue remarks, shaking his hooded head in utter contempt, “S’like a goddamn Kindergarten around here, y’know?”“Seriously, bro,” Growls the red-hoodied dude, “The hell you want?”“Whatever the fuck he wants, Don!” Laughs the blue man as he sends a nod your way, “Bro’s THE DELIVERY BOY. Give him a fuckin’ shot.”You can almost feel your innards being liquified by the song-better hurry this along!>DRINK, PLEASE! (WHAT KIND?)>TELL ME ABOUT SOMEONE! (WHO?)>WHAT’S WITH THE ‘DELIVERY BOY’ STUFF?>WORD IS YOU’VE GOT A SECRET MENU…>WHAT’S UP WITH THIS HOUSE, HUH?>WHAT’S YOUR STORY ANYWAYS?>NEVERMIND, GOTTA GO!>WRITE-IN!
>>5710087>TELL ME ABOUT SOMEONE! (DARREN)>DRINK, PLEASE! (TWO OF WHATEVER, ONE FOR MY GIRL)>WHAT’S UP WITH THIS HOUSE, HUH?
>>5710088Dis ‘un right here, boss.I’m about seven minutes away from buying a damn 4chan pass just so I can participate in this quest reliably.
>>5710087>Delivery Boy? I SMOKED you last time we were on the road together!>Just bro out with these guys - the questions can come later
>>5710087Shadow Wizards money gang!?
>>5710087>>TELL ME ABOUT SOMEONE! (DARREN)>>DRINK, PLEASE! (TWO OF WHATEVER, ONE FOR MY GIRL)>>WHAT’S UP WITH THIS HOUSE, HUH?
>>5710088>>5710361>DARREN!>DRINK FOR ME AND THE GAL!>HOUUUUUSE?>>5710322We love casting drinks>>5710098>BRO OUTWriting!
Yea uh, you mutter as your teeth vibrate inside your mouth, gimme two drinks… doesn’t matter what.“Shit, Pizza Man,” Snorts the one you think is Lee, “Goin’ all in tonight, huh bro?”You wish you were, you grumble under your breath. Nah, you reply, one’s for your GIRL.“Delivery Boy works fast...” Remarks Donnie as he leans across the bar with interest. “Where she at, bro?”Grabbing snacks or something, bro, you counter! She’s got a sweet tooth.“Gotta get it while it’s hot tonight, man…” Lee nods as his brother takes a cocktail shaker out from behind the bar and pours its contents into two duo cups, “Whole school was BREAKUP CENTRAL this week-lotta’ broken hearts at this party, yo.”You raise an eyebrow as you take the drinks from the brothers. No one’s staying together?“Fuck that, yo.” Grunts the red-hoodied brother as he stuffs the shaker back below, “Clean slate, bro. College kids are gonna be drowning in dick and pussy in the first year. Those dorms are like orgy central, yo.”“The rest of us are gonna be hustlin’ too.” Nods Lee as he takes another puff right in your DAMN face! “Can’t be weighed down by old shit, right Delivery Boy?”Yyyyyeaaaa, you murmur, not really sure if you know what point you should be getting, so-“Trust, bro:” Donnie interrupts as he takes a sip of his own concoction, “just start bonin’ tonight and don’t stop. It’s a fuckin’ free-for-all out here tonight.”Swell. Before you do that, though, you segue, what do they know about DARREN?The two brothers exchange a look before turning your way again.“You uh….” Stammers Lee before looking to his brother for support.“You wanna bang him, man?”NO!>CONTD.
>>5710485After a few tense minutes of convincing the two that you DON’T want to bang Darren Hauser, you’re moments away from calling Pepper over when the brothers finally relent!“Look, I ain’t prejudiced or any of that shit!” Shrugs Lee as you take a sip from what tastes like peach schnapps and limeade mixed with cola.“I am.” Donnie grunts.“And I love that about you, bro.” His sibling replies, giving his bro a pat on the shoulder, “So if you wanna know about Hauser, bro, shiiiit, who am I to judge?”You just wanna get a feel for the people at the party is all, you argue, unsure if your headache is being caused by the music or this conversation, you’re not worried about boning anyone, okay?“Oh shit, right!” Exclaims Lee as he elbows his brother’s side, “You’re an OUTSIDER, bro! I get it now…”FINALLY!“Yea, Darren’s pretty chill.” Begins the blue-hoodied brother as he taps his fingers on the bar. “Like you’d think he’d be a bigger prick because of who his dad is and all the sports shit and all, but-”“Knew him since Middle School, bro.” Adds Donnie, “Before all the sports he was always getting his ass kicked, y’know? Rich boy was a big target.”“Donnie here used to kick his ass all the time, bro!” Laughs Lee as the two brothers fist-bump without even looking. “But once Darren got into football and shit we saw how cool he really was.”“Man’s a fucking tank, bro.” Explains the less-friendly brother, “Never forgot the time he dislocated my shoulder, man. That’s when I knew he was hot shit.”“You cried a bit too, bro. That was fuckin’ INSAAAANE!”“Fuckin’ NARC!” Smacking his brother upside the head, Donnie taps a finger on the surface of the bar a few more times in thought.“... let’s see… dude likes to hang around with the football guys like Reggie and Moose… think they’re arm-wrestling or some shit over by the SPORT COURTS.”“Unless he’s bangin’ someone.” Shrugs Lee as he rubs where the hand met his head. “Dunno why you care so much about dudes tonight, bro. It’s like going to a candy shop an’ ordering, like…”“Salad.” Donnie helpfully adds.“Yea, salad” His brother nods appreciatively, “And not, like, the gummy kind either. Regular leaves, bro.”Yea, you sigh, you think you get i-“Cherry tomatoes.”“Walnuts.”YOU GET IT!>CONTD.
>>5710487So, you segue as you take another sip of your ‘drink’, what’s the deal with the house anyways?“Shit’s big, bro.” Remarks Lee as he blows a puff of smoke in the shining example of modern architecture’s direction. “LIVING ROOM’S got, like, ARCADE GAMES and shit and MUSIC VIDEOS playing, so I guess that’s the big attraction right there.”“They got a SECURITY ROOM on the SECOND FLOOR too,” Donnie adds as he points to one of the building’s corners, “JAKE THE SNAKE’S been running the show from there all night, but I’ve seen him making the rounds too, bro.” The red-hoodied brother frowns at you. “They said there was gonna be some speech or some shit after SEPSIS played. You’re gonna want to be wasted for that.”“Or, y’know,” Smirks Lee, “Preoccupied with your lady-friend…” Exchanging another fist-bump, the brothers look towards the second floor again. “There’s a couple of GUEST ROOMS on the FIRST AND SECOND FLOOR, so if you don’t snatch one up now you’re probably gonna be sleeping in the TENTS...” Lee explains as he jabs a thumb behind him towards the hillside. “Don’t recommend it, bro. Girls hate bugs, trust.”You’ll keep that in mind. So uh, you add, trying your best not to sound too suspicious, can anyone head upstairs, then?“If you stick to the right rooms, yea.” Replies Donnie as he polishes a glass. “They got the SECURITY ROOM up there, though.”“AND all the HAUSER’S ROOMS.” Lee mutters. “Shit’s awkward, yo. It’d be like trying to bone in the room next to, like, your parent’s room or some shit.”“Fuckin’ harrowing, bro. I heard they’ve got SECRET ROOMS too-like MURDER MYSTERY shit!”The thought sends shivers down your spine. Fuckin’-A.“There’s that cool BALCONY shared by all the HAUSER ROOMS though!” Offers Lee as he tries and fails to point at where the balcony might be on the other side of the house. “Overlooks the POOL if you wanna peep on people swimming and shit.”Yea, you shrug, you’ll uh.. You’ll keep that in mind.>CONTD.
>>5710488Well this has been an enlightening conversation! Turning around with both drinks in tow, you nearly bump into a girl with a head of bright-red hair that reaches down to her back and a wardrobe suggesting she was about to head to a funeral!Oops, you mutter as you struggle to keep your drinks unspilled, sorry!“Shiiiit, what’s up, CRYPT KEEPER?” Laughs Lee as he gives his brother an elbow nudge! “Want some vampire blood or some shit?”“Careful, Delivery Boy,” Donnie warns, shooting Lee a knowing glance, “LIBBY’S gonna turn you into a frog or some shit for that!”The girl responds with an unimpressed sigh. “... just give me a VODKA CRANBERRY, please…”The drink choice sends both brothers into hysterics!“I fuckin’ KNEW it, bro!” Lee hoots as he retrieves a plastic bottle of blood-red juice from behind the counter! “I TOLD you!”Amidst the round of laughter, it dawns on you that you’re standing next to that GOTH CHICK you saw exiting the ferry! Sensing your gaze, the girl stares daggers at you with makeup-caked eyes!“... What?”Nothing, you reply, just-“One WITCH’S POTION, hold the newt’s tongues!” Jokes Lee as he slides a drink over to the girl! Not bothering to respond to the brother’s laughter, the goth gives her beverage and then you a quick once-over before wordlessly storming off on her platform boots.“... that uh…” Lee mutters as the three of you watch the girl depart, “That’s not your girl, right, Delivery Man?”No, you reply with a shake of your head, you have no clue who that was!“LIBBY FONTAINE.” Answers Donnie, “One bro to another: stay away, yo. She’s fuckin’ weird.”“Draws magic runs, howls at the moon and shit.” Lee adds in a grave tone. “Don’t stick your dick in crazy, man-life lessons right there.”“Fuckin’ true, bro.”Scintillating as this conversation is, you’ve got other stuff to do and things to figure out…>TALK TO THE BROS MORE!>TRACK DOWN THE GOTH!>RECONVENE WITH PEPPER AT THE FOOD TABLES!>HIT THE POOL AND SPORT AREA!>CATCH THE TAIL-END OF THE CONCERT!>CHECK OUT THE MANSION!>WRITE-IN!
>>5710490>CHECK OUT THE MANSION!
>>5710490>RECONVENE WITH PEPPER AT THE FOOD TABLES!>CHECK OUT THE MANSION!We’re probably gonna want her help if we plan on sneaking our way through some of the security. It may also be worthwhile to find Raj.
>>5710490>>RECONVENE WITH PEPPER AT THE FOOD TABLES!>>CHECK OUT THE MANSION!
>>5710500>>5710490+1A little tempted to track down the Goth (maybe she listens to Syb's podcast?) but we haven't seen anything overtly supernatural...yet.
>>5710530>maybe she listens to Syb's podcast?I am that anon. I like the way you think.
>>5710530>>5710541The podcast about the occult crap, right? Yea, they recently got some cool new visuals! Been on hiatus for a month or so, though...>>5710493>>5710500>>5710527>>5710530>PEPPER AND MANSION!Gonna do an errand and write the update when I come back! Stay tuned!
>>5710490>RECONVENE WITH PEPPER AT THE FOOD TABLES!>CHECK OUT THE MANSION!Man, the Nguyen brothers were kind fo useless, but hey, free drinks!
Convinced that your conversation with the Nguyens killed more of your brain cells than the ‘drink’ you’re currently sipping did, you bid the two gentlemen a farewell and take both drinks in hand!“One more thing, bro!” Lee shouts, nearly causing you to trip! Regaining your footing just in time, you turn around and raise an eyebrow their way. Yeah?“If you’re planning on going in there…”Y-yea?Lee Leens across the bar and motions you closer! You oblige, obviously.“Make sure to put a SOCK or something on the doorknob of the room you wanna stay in!”You blink. Uh-huh.“Y’know,” He adds with a knowing wink, “That or something belonging to the LADY-FRIEND, you feel?”Yea, you huff, you fee-“So that no one interrupts your ‘PRIVATE TIME’.”Yep, you got i-“SEX.”Jesus CHRIST, you got it! Storming off before they can elaborate further, you join Pepper at the dessert table and find her stuffing her face full of sweets like a diabetic hamster! So, you begin as you sidle up next to her, you think you’ve got enough intel to JESUS CHRIST!“Yoooo, bud!”You almost didn’t notice him, but once you do it’s impossible to unsee–caked in a mountain of sprinkles lies your old pal Raj-the skater boi grinning like an idiot underneath a layer of multicolored sugar crystals! What uh, you mutter, what are you doing, man?“‘S a party, right?” He counters, as if you just asked him how many legs he had, “Hey dude, super stoked to hear you’re okay-got the lowdown from Pepper-”Your companion emphatically clears her throat as she pokes the PIZZA MIND logo on her hat a few times.“-CINI!” Finishes Raj as he nods his head and sends sprinkles all over his spot on the table, “PEPPERONCINI, that’s right! She told me everything, dude!”What the hell happened to ‘LYDIA’, you ask, crossing your arms and frowning at the change.“Seemed more thematically-appropriate, chief.” the girl replies, her eyes practically pinpricks from all the sugar in her system! “Was just tellin’ Raj we were going to check out the HOUSE,” she adds as she snatches a drink out of your hands. “Y’know, to give you the tour and all.”“Oh man, you’re gonna have a BLAST!” Adds Raj as he takes the drink from your other hand with a grateful and very sprinkly nod! “Place is like a PALACE, dude. Comfy pillows and all!”That’s cool, you reply, taking a few steps away from the sprinklevalanche Raj is causing, but security will probably be looking for Pepperoncini here… not to mention be a little wary of yours truly…“Exactly.” Nods Pepper as she chugs half her drink, “So what’s the plan, sandcrab?”Well…>JUST BLUFF YOUR WAY IN! >HEAD IN WITH RAJ-PEPPER CAN STAY PUT!>SLIP IN THROUGH AN UNGUARDED ENTRANCE!>CAUSE A DISTRACTION!>WRITE-IN!
>>5710665>CAUSE A DISTRACTION!We have people who are good at that
>>5710665>>CAUSE A DISTRACTION!
>>5710665>put Raj on distraction dutyHe's good at that. Very charismatic, in his own special way.
The plan, you reply as you grab Pepperoncini’s drink and down a hearty swig, is that we’re gonna bypass this awkwardness entirely!“Awesome!” Exclaims Raj from the comfort of his sugar-rich tomb, “How??” They might look tough and all, you begin as you pop a chocolate chip cookie into your mouth, bugh drr DISHCRSH-gulp! Sorry… The DISCOS are just students, right? That means they’re human just like us!“That means they bleed...” Nods Pepper as she reaches for something in her vest pocket!NOnONOOO, you shout! It means they can be TRICKED! BAMBOOZLED! HOODWINKED!You can almost sense a hint of disappointment in Pepper’s eyes as she retracts her hand. “Ya’ ain’t wrong, skip…”The plan then, you continue, making sure to keep a wary eye on your ‘partner’, is to pick an ENTRANCE, LAUNCH A DISTRACTION, and GET IN UNDETECTED!“Like a SURPRISE PARTY!” Adds Raj with a sagely nod!No, you sigh, not really...“Righteous.”“Snooped around already, chief!” Reports Pepper with a less-murderous glint in her eyes! “THE FRONT ENTRANCE is the MOST GUARDED-but it could be a winner if we use it the right way!”You cock your head to the side. How, exactly?“GOLF CARTS, BUSHES, TREES, LOTS OF GUARDS TO CONFUSE EACH OTHER!” She lectures as she gently knocks on your head a few times with her pale knuckles! “C’mon, sandcrab, use that noodle!”“Yea, dude, noodle up.”You ARE noodling, okay?! What are the other options?“There’s a BACK DOOR AROUND THE CORNER FROM THE POOL AREA…” Pepper continues in a conspiratorial voice! “Right over there near the FRUIT CART and TABLE!”Following her pointed finger, you see what she’s talking about. A FRUIT CART filled with a market’s-worth of fruit sits in the corner of the FOOD TABLE AREA with a weathered wooden sign that says ‘GREENRIDGE HIGH FRUIT COLLECTIVE. YES, WE’VE HEARD THE JOKE BEFORE.’“Lots of food around here, chief!” Winks Pepper as she reaches for another cupcake! “Plenty of potential for MISCHIEF!”There’s the BAR too, you shrug-something tells you the NGUYEN BROTHERS might be happy to spread a little chaos…“Last but not least is the BACK PATIO!” Concludes Pepper as she tears into the frosted pastry! “Thr grrdsh rr-”Chew first!>CONTD.
>>5710803Begrudgingly acquiescing, the girl finishes her treat and continues her explanation as you and Raj smirk a bit at the frosting still smeared on her face!“The guards there are mainly hanging around the CONCERT STAGE, but there’s a whole bunch of people hanging out by the POOL and the SPORTS COURTS. It’s risky, but the right person and the right tools could make one heck of a splash! Get it?”You respond by boldly taking a finger and wiping the icing off of her cheeks. FRONT, SIDE, BACK, you repeat as the girl stiffens a bit at your touch, got it!“Why not just hop in through a WINDOW, though?” Asks Raj in an innocent tone as Pepper shakes out of her statue impression. We can do that instead of going through a door, you reply in a level tone, but the distraction is what’s gonna make this all possible!“Sounds excellent to me, man!” The skater replies with a friendly thumbs up! “You need me to do anything, I’m your Huckleberry, bro!”Atta’ boy, you smirk, giving your new bud a pat on the shoulder, so all that’s left is to choose one of those entrances and get stuff rolling!“So which one’s it gonna be, huh, sandcrab?” Asks Pepper as she steals her drink back from you!You’re gonna have to go with…>THE FRONT ENTRANCE! LOTS OF GUARDS, BUT LOTS OF STUFF TO WORK WITH!>THE SIDE ENTRANCE! THE MIDDLE-GROUND OF SNEAKINESS!>THE BACK! LESS GUARDS, BUT LOTS OF PARTYGOERS BY THE POOL AND SPORTS COURTS-THE WILDCARD OPTION!>WRITE-IN ANOTHER DISTRACTION AREA! (THE WOODS? A WINDOW? ETC.)
>>5710805>THE SIDE ENTRANCE! THE MIDDLE-GROUND OF SNEAKINESS!
>>5710805>>THE BACK! LESS GUARDS, BUT LOTS OF PARTYGOERS BY THE POOL AND SPORTS COURTS-THE WILDCARD OPTION!
>>5710805>THE BACK! LESS GUARDS, BUT LOTS OF PARTYGOERS BY THE POOL AND SPORTS COURTS-THE WILDCARD OPTION!
>>5710805>THE BACK! LESS GUARDS, BUT LOTS OF PARTYGOERS BY THE POOL AND SPORTS COURTS-THE WILDCARD OPTION!>WRITE IN>Jimmy a window first, so that is things go south in the back, we can go in there while everyone's distracted, or so that we can use the window as an exit if things go south inside. Besides, if jimmying the window blows an alarm, that'll be a distraction when we try going in from the back.
>>5710808>SIDE ENTRANCE!>>5710847>>5710867>>5710871>THE BACK!>>5710871>ALSO TRY A WINDOW TO BE SAFE!Writing!
>>5710871+1We can also unlock a couple of windows from inside for more than one escape route.
No matter how you slice it, the answer’s right there:THE BACK ENTRANCE. Gotta be!“Solid choice, bro!” Raj agrees with the usual enthusiasm! “I can introduce ya to some of my compadres!”Maybe later, you reply, watching the skater emerge from the skittles like some kind of freakish mummy, the key here is all the people: no one will raise an eyebrow if we slip in!“And it’ll take us right by all the girls in BIKINIS, right, Romeo?” Adds Pepper in a smug tone even for her! Does she even LISTEN to herself?!“Solid plan, solid plan…” she muses as she readjusts her hat! “Lead the way, hot stuff.”And lead you do! passing the aforementioned FRUIT CART, you turn your head away as you pass a pair of DISCIPLINARY COMMITTEE GOONS guarding the SIDE ENTRANCE and follow the sound of punk music around the house!Turning the corner, you’re nearly engulfed in a massive splash of water from the POOL you’ve heard so much about! Despite being big enough to be of the Olympic variety, the water is packed to the brim with all flavors of partygoers-some wearing swimsuits, some in their skivvies, and some, well…Some have a little less coverage than that.Wresting your gaze away from the folks that make up the third category, you realize Pepper’s already taken refuge behind you and Raj-she’s really not a fan of water, is she?“YO AYLA!” Roars Raj as he waves towards the pool like a castaway signaling a ship, “How’s the water, bro!?”The swimmer from earlier responds with a primal roar as she dunks another athletic-looking guy like a shark catching a seal! Terra, the girl in pink from before, stands safely in the corner of the pool sipping on a girly-looking drink. She gives you a friendly wave when you make eye contact which you waste no time in returning.“You sure you don’t wanna take a dip, man?” Asks Raj with a mischievous twinkle where his eyes probably are! It’s tempting, you sigh, but now’s probably the best chance you have to get some snooping in!Also you totally didn’t bring a suit…“Ditto...” Mutters Pepper as she peeks out from behind your elbow.“No suit, no problem, my dudes!” Raj laughs as he gestures to the sardine can that is the pool! “Clothing’s just a thing, y’know?”Yea, you huff as you search for something, anything that can get you out of the conversation, you get the-oh hey, look at THAT!>CONTD.
>>5710944Further down the hill you spot THE CONCERT STAGE-a rocky amphitheater built into the hillside along with several rows of seats jam-packed by what seems to be the majority of the party! Not that they’re using them, of course-as the band on stage screams something about inner ear infections, their audience is engaged in a fairly large mosh given how small the venue is! When you spot a tooth landing just a few feet away from you, though, you can’t help but be a little impressed!The DISCO GOONS have all but given up on maintaining order around there and instead mill about around the outskirts of the pool. Posted next to the innumerable deck chairs and cabanas set up for drunken lounging, a small contingent of bald, shades-wearing goons has set up shop at the entrance to the SPORTS COURTS: a quartet of TWO TENNIS AND TWO BASKETBALL COURTS, the latter of which is currently blocked by a fold-out card table and a gaggle of the creme-de-la-creme of the High School world:THE FOOTBALL TEAM!Clad in red and white letterman jackets, you recognize the leader of the pack almost immediately: nestled between a darker-skinned guy with an immaculately-kept pompadour and a hulking mass of meat that in no way resembles a highschooler sits none other than DARREN HAUSER-his face locked into a cool and confident smile even as another athlete struggles to best him in an ARM-WRESTLING CONTEST!You can’t get a good look from where you’re standing, but if you had to guess you’d say the jock was humoring his opponent. When the novelty wears off, however, ‘Dare’ wastes no time in sending his challenger’s arm crashing onto the table amidst a chorus of cheers from his teammates! The air is filled with the clanking of beer bottles as they all hug it out, and before long some fresh meat has arrived to challenge the king…A trio of square shacks sit pretty close by as well-judging by the doors and the towels stacked next to them you’d guess they were SAUNAS. You lose focus for a second imagining Pepper and Raj in towels, but you manage to snap out of it somehow!Next to those, however, is something intriguing-a small concrete building with several pipes running into it! Must be the POOL TREATMENT SHACK!>CONTD.
>>5710945Aside for a few of those PROPANE HEATERS interspersed around the pool, you can’t really see anything else suitable for causing chaos save for a bunch of POOL NOODLES sitting in a basket next to the HOT TUB.Your goal, however, is guarded by at least TWO DISCO GOONS- a row of glass doors accented with gold ribbon leading into some sort of SUN LOUNGE room in the mansion. Spotting a nearby window, a disappointed sigh leaves your mouth.“What’s wrong, bro?” Asks Raj with genuine concern in his voice.You could probably use one of those windows, you respond, but you’re pretty sure they’re sealed up tight…“Good think I’ve got a KEY, then!” Announces Pepper as she picks a HAIRPIN out from under her cap! Does she actually know how to use that?“What do you think, sandcrab?” She replies in a sly voice as she gives the pin a twirl! Well, you grin, she’s full of surprises, isn’t she?Speaking of surprises, you think as the girl beams with a bit too much pride about being able to break and enter, you think it’s time you got this distraction underway…First thing’s first, though, you ponder as you lean down to Pepper’s level, can she pop a window open while you cause a ruckus?“Leave it to me, chief!” She chirps with an energetic salute! Watching her scurry off to commit a felony, you turn to face Raj who responds with the usual dopey grin!“Ready to manage some mischief, bro!”Excellent…What’s the plan?>HAVE RAJ DO SOMETHING OBNOXIOUS-SLIP IN WHILE HE DOES IT!>FIDDLE WITH THE POOL SETTINGS! THAT’LL SPICE THINGS UP A BIT!>SEE IF YOU CAN GET A MOSH STARTED HERE TOO!>THE ARM-WRESTLING’S GETTING KINDA ROWDY-MAYBE YOU CAN FAN THE FIRES A BIT?>JUMP INTO THE POOL WITH YOUR CLOTHES ON! THAT’S WACKY, RIGHT?>WRITE-IN!
>>5710947I guess I should add that having Raj do something and picking another option as well is totally doable-just know that Raj and Pepper will be rolling for successes as well, and those rolls will be on YOU guys! Don't worry, though, different characters have different strengths!And weaknesses.Anyways, this will probably be the last update of the evening-should be ready to rock again THURSDAY AROUND 10AM PST! Hope to see you then-don't worry, it won't be world-building forever, honest!
>>5710947>FIDDLE WITH THE POOL SETTINGS! THAT’LL SPICE THINGS UP A BIT!
>>5710945>imagining Pepper and Raj in towels>and RajWell then. I see we have... Options.>>5710947>HAVE RAJ DO SOMETHING OBNOXIOUS-SLIP IN WHILE HE DOES IT!>THE ARM-WRESTLING’S GETTING KINDA ROWDY-MAYBE YOU CAN FAN THE FIRES A BIT?Have Raj get things all hyped up and rowdy there so that DISCO investigates. Then...>GO TO THE POOL CHEMICAL SHACK AND MIX UP SOME GRANULAR CALCIUM WITH WATER, ENOUGH TO CAUSE STEAM/SMOKE/MAYBE A SMALL FIREI remember this from chemistry class! And pols keep calcium around to treat water hardness on the west coast! Then...>SNEAK IN WITH PEPPER WHILE THEY'RE PUTTING THAT OUT
>>5710975Everyone loves Raj!
>>5710947> START A RUMOR THAT A PRIZE IS BEING HANDED OUT FOR ANYONE WHO DIVES INTO THE POOL IN EXACTLY FIVE MINUTES.Try to engineer a mass pool clusterfuck basically. But arson is fun too!
>>5710947>>5710975>GO TO THE POOL CHEMICAL SHACK AND MIX UP SOME GRANULAR CALCIUM WITH WATER, ENOUGH TO CAUSE STEAM/SMOKE/MAYBE A SMALL FIRE>I remember this from chemistry class! And pools keep calcium around to treat water hardness on the west coast! Then...Let's go one better: chlorine (used in purifying chlorinated pools) is a harsher oxidizer than oxygen itself. (Non-liquid oxygen.) If we mix high-proof alcohol from the Nguyen Bros with chlorine, we'll create an amazing fire or even explosion as the chlorine rapidly oxidizes the alcohol.Also, calcium is part of the dissolved mineral contents that make "hard water". It's not generally used to treat water hardness, although it is sometimes used to control pool PH, which is what you're probably thinking of.
>>5711096This because I want to see how bones writes out our pizza boy having a casual knowledge of making incendiaries out of pool chemicals.
>>5711096>make an explosion and also chlorine gasCould do, but that's more dramatic and lethal than what I was going for...>Calcium used to control pH, not watr hardnessI actually work in a related field and deal with pool wtaer chemistry, and can assure you this isn't the case; various acidic and alkaline compounds are used to adjust pH levels, while Calcium is used to increase what is referred to as "total hardness" or "water hardness" in markets where wate ris too soft.
>>5710970>POOL!>>5710975>>5711096>>5711148>>5711153>RAJ MESS WITH THE ARMWRESTLING!>ALSO POOL CHEMISTRY SHIT!>>5710988>>5711038>RUMOR HAS ITLooks like we're doing a little chemistry experiment... writing!>>5711154ha ha you said 'hard'
In that case, you announce, you’ve got a special job for Raj-one that’ll require all of his, uh…The skater stares at you with the essence of a golden retriever puppy.Rajness! Pointing towards the contest happening on the SPORTS CORTS, you tell Raj that he’s gonna be upping the ante a bit on their ARM-WRESTLING CONTEST!“... think they wanna see a KICKFL-”No, you hiss through clenched teeth, no they… damn it, he doesn’t need to do a KICKFLIP, okay? Just… just try and get them a bit more rowdy! They’re jocks, it should be easy for him!“Read ya’ loud and clear, bro!” Raj replies as he gives your back a friendly slap! “Leave it to THE RAJINATOR!”Yea, you’re not calling him that. Hopping onto his board Linda, Raj makes his way around the pool and over to his marks. Giving him a few seconds to get ready, you nonchalantly meander over towards the POOL TREATMENT SHACK. If your intuition is correct, you might just have an idea of how to sow a little chaos… Ducking under a wayward BEACH BALL clad in a bikini top, your mind drifts back to a particularly muggy Summer day not too long ago…>CONTD.
>>5711239https://youtu.be/a3aXHqrvG04Okay, you pant as the back of your hand fights a losing battle against the rapidly-accumulating sweat on your brow, but why?Your question is answered with the usual puff of acrid smoke from your master’s perpetually-frowning mouth.“Eet ees seemple chemistry, Dieselchik:” She grunts as she continues to glare at your prone form with her one gray eye, “Zee CALCIUM ees reactink to zee water because eet eez EARTH METAL-not as reacteev as ALKALIs, of course, but sometimes it is beink better to do the subtleties over zee…”She pauses to take another drag before blowing the smoke in your face.“... dramatics… Oy, what are they teachink you een schools these days?”Okay, you nod as you move to get off the ground, but reconsider when your master’s glare intensifies, but why is she telling you this again? Like, what does this have to do with martial ar-“Martials arts ees zee arts of DEFENDINK yourself!” She snarls! “And some of the times defendink oneself is requirink more zen fancy punchinks and keeks, Dieselchik.”Master Laika takes a long swig from that funny-smelling thermos she always keeps close to her side as you ponder the meaning behind her rambling. So she’s saying it could be some kind of DISTRACTION tactic?“Very good, darlink…” She purrs with a nod of approval! “Enemy is seeink steam, they are rushink to see what happen. Then you sleep een unnoticinked an smother Consulate General een hees sleepinks.”Assassinate?“I mean PLEASURE zee Consulate General.” Your master mutters before taking another swig from her thermos! What uh… what did she say she used to do back in the day again?“HIGH-CLASS PROSTITUTE.” She recites as she pokes her cigarette in your direction, “But you will be callink zem ‘CALLGIRLS’, Dieselchik-just because you are payink zem doesn’t mean you don’t respect, yes?”Erm, okay?“You’ll be thankeenk me later…” Growls your master with a conspiratorial wink of her remaining eye. Huh.>CONTD.
You give your master’s advice a long, hard, and somewhat concerned stare. She’s not on another BENDER, is she? Your master responds with a scowl that could cut through diamond.“... who is teachink you that word?”You did, master.“Right. Oy…” Finishing her ciggy, Master Laika looks at her bare wrist and frowns. “Trainink ees almost over. Time for last lesson of day:”Tossing a spent pack of BALALAIKA-BRAND CIGARETTES onto your stomach, your master jerks her head in the direction of the front door. “Buyink master more SMOKES.”Is this one of those mundane tasks that turn out to be a technique in disguise, you ask as you slowly rise to your feet. The female cyclops shrugs her scarred shoulders.“Sure, whatever ees helpink you sleep at night.”Patting your pockets, you raise an eyebrow her way. Does uh… does she have any cash?She responds by paying you with a feral growl plus tip (tip being the tip of her still-smoldering cigarette butt!). Returning to the present, you can still almost feel the cigarette burn on your cheek…Yea, you nod, that oughta do the trick!>ROLL ME 3d100+5 (-5 LOTSA PEOPLE, +5 GOOD WRITING IN!, +5 RAJ DISTRACT) TO MAKE THIS HAPPEN! I’LL TAKE THE BEST OF 3 ROLLS!>ROLL 1 IS DIESEL, 2 IS RAJ, and 3 IS PEPPER’S LOCKPICKING!
Rolled 10, 100, 87 + 5 = 202 (3d100 + 5)>>5711243
>>5711268>>5711270Raj becomes the center of attention with his kickflips
>>5711268Now THAT'S a roll! Still waiting on two more 3d100+5's, though!
Rolled 27, 92, 14 + 5 = 138 (3d100 + 5)>>5711243
Rolled 15, 2, 97 + 5 = 119 (3d100 + 5)>>5711268
>>5711268>>5711288>>5711296THE ROLLS:>DIESEL: 32!>RAJ: FUCKKKEN 100!>PEPPER: 102 (NON-NAT)Get your shit together, Diesel! Writing!
Despite the exceptionally-clear flashback you just had relating to common pool treatment materials, you soon find out that your task isn’t as simple as it seems!You have no doubt the POOL TREATMENT SHACK has the ingredients you need, of course, nor do you doubt your master’s ineffable wisdom when it comes to unorthodox solutions to problems. The issue you run into, however, presents itself in a relatively mundane fashion:RNFGH!Namely that the door to the shack refuses to budge whatsoever. Sacrificing your sneakiness for power, you deliver a few kicks to the obstacle with the same results-a little bit of give, but not enough to open the damn thing. In the words of your Uncle Emilio, you’d wager the ‘shit’s fucked’. In layman’s terms, the door’s stuck on something.Before you can figure out WHAT, however, you hear the sound of footsteps approaching from behind!“Ey,” grunts a male voice as you hastily adopt the most nonchalant pose you can manage in half a second, “What are you doin’ over here, Pizza Man?”Well, you stammer as you turn around and find yourself staring at the familiar shades of a DISCO GOON, you were uh…“Look, don’t be foolin’ around near the shack, yea?” He asks, more impatient than anything else. “People’ll get the wrong idea if you’re creepin’ around over here!”Well since you’re on the subject, you segue, the door seems to be a bit stu-“OOOOHHH SHIIIIIIT, Y’ALL!!!!”Before you can relay your concerns to the Disciplinary Committee member, the whole back area (save for the concertgoers who are pretty much on autopilot at this point) simmers down as a crowd forms around the side of the pool!Before you or the goon can figure out what’s happening, a few jocks answer it for you: haphazardly constructing a RAMP out of a few beer crates and some cardboard, the letterman-wearing muscleheads part the seas for their leader, Darren!“EVERYBODY READY TO SEE SOMETHING CRAZY!?”The crowd responds with a roar that shakes the whole backyard! Satisfied with the response, Darren smiles before stepping aside to reveal Raj standing atop his skateboard like a knight in orange armor!Ohhhh boy…>CONTD.
>>5711323“RAJINATOR HERE’S GOT A TRICK HE WANTS TO SHOW Y’ALL,” Continues the football captain as the aforementioned Rajinator waves to the crowd, “AND I BET HIM 10 PONGOS THAT HE COULDN’T PULL IT OFF!”Some of the audience members, Ayla included, descend into confused murmurs until Darren whips out one of those CARDBOARD DISC THINGIES you stole off of Rodney earlier and holds it aloft for everyone to see!“THESE THINGS, GUYS! THESE RIGHT HERE, SEE?”A few ‘oh yea’s and gotcha’s rise into the night air and prompt Darren to motion everybody to be quiet! “IF HE LANDS THIS HE GETS ‘EM ALL, SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO… DRUM ROLL PLEAAASE!”https://youtu.be/-h7TvJL-QxEAs the swimmers do what they’re told, you notice your lecturer is too busy watching to care about you anymore! Stalking off towards the now unguarded BACK ENTRANCE, you pause when you reach the door to watch Raj work his magic!Pointing skyward with a look of complete and utter determination on his stubbly face, the skater motions for everyone to quiet down…Even the band seems to turn down their volume, and before long you could almost swear you could hear a pin drop were it not for the slow rattling of Linda’s wheels on the deck! Rolling towards the ramp like a wooden missile, the party collectively holds its breath as Raj trundles towards the edge of the pool! And then… it happens!The board leaves the ground as it and its rider go airborne! Filling the air with a communal gasp, the crowd watches as Raj’s skateboard does a barrel roll and lands with a triumphant ‘CLACK’ on solid ground once again!Swerving away from the ramp and stepping off his stallion, the skater stands like a statue as his audience goes silent once more…BEFORE ERUPTING INTO CHEERS AND APPLAUSE!Darren tosses the PONGOS into the air like confetti as the crowd rushes to shower their praises on Raj! The man himself only smiles as he’s lifted into the air and tossed up and down by his peers, and as the two of you briefly lock eyes for a moment (you think-dude really needs to clean up his bangs), you can’t help but smile a bit.It was a pretty rad kickflip, after all!>CONTD.
>>5711325With the situation outside handling all the distraction you’ll ever need, you slip into a LOUNGE area and find yourself standing amidst a rainforest of ferns and flowers of all shapes and sizes! Near the center of the massive sun room is an LED DANCE FLOOR and a DJ’S BOOTH, both left vacant thanks to Raj’s performance.Though the air is thick with moisture, your nostrils are gently caressed by a cornucopia of floral scents as you search the coffee tables and lounge chairs for anything of interest!“Pssst!”You’re just about to take a sip of someone’s drink when you hear it-a whisper behind the music booth! Turning your attention away from the booze, you spot a familiar cap poking out from behind it!She can come out now, y’know.Pepper doesn’t agree, apparently. Before you can drag her out yourself, you follow her small hand as it points towards a faint RED LIGHT in the corner of the room shining out from some kind of plastic blister!A SECURITY CAMERA!Before you can react accordingly, Pepper takes a meandering route around the room, making sure to hide her face from the surveillance device. Heading towards one of the doors opposite from where you entered from, she motions for you to follow!“Shoulda’ known there’d be security measures in here…” Mutters Pepper as the two of you emerge into a hallway with a plush red carpet.Should we be avoiding them, you ask as you scan the rest of the hall for any more! The girl shakes her head as she examines a nearby portrait of an older man.“We’ll look more suspicious if we do…” She whispers before turning to look at you. “If we go somewhere we’re not supposed to, though, then sure!”In that case, you sigh, you’re in here now… what’s next? The girl responds by flipping her ‘PRESS’ badge over to the ‘PIZZA’ side and gives her CAMERA a few taps.“Now,” She grins, “We SNOOP!”You’re never gonna get this favor, are you?“It’ll be worth the wait, sandcrab…” she coos as she runs her hand down her side to her hip, “trust me...”Okay!>CONTD.
>>5711326You’re just about to contemplate that ‘favor’ again when Pepper departs down the hallway on a mission! Scampering after her, you gently grab her shoulder to get her attention-wait a sec, you stammer, where does she think she’s going?“If we keep going past the ELEVATOR we’ll get to the GUEST ROOMS, chief,” She answers as she points to the ornate wooden double-doors and the SECURITY CAMERA pointed at them up ahead. “I popped a window open in one of ‘em in case we need a bug-out point.”Bug-out point, you mutter under your breath, is she serious right now? And what are those, then, you continue as you point at the door on the right side of the end of the hallway.“BATHROOM.” She answers flatly with a raised eyebrow. “Gotta go?”No, you reply with a slightly-embarrassed scoff, but shouldn’t we hit the big stuff first in case more people come?The girl shrugs. “There’s gonna be people in here no matter what, chief, and you never know where you might find something useful!”Before you can discuss things further, you hear a crash of metal pans down the hall behind you! Turning around, you notice another pair of double doors at the end of the hall… must be a KITCHEN...“LOBBY’S that way.” Pepper adds as she points to one of the halls parallel to the ELEVATOR, “And the LIVING ROOM’S down the hall past the GUEST ROOMS.”Good to know, you frown, but what about the SECOND FLOOR?“Didn’t head up there yet.” Replies Pepper with a twinkle in her eye! “But that can be changed, slick!”Where to first, then?>THE GUEST ROOM! LET’S GET SETTLED!>ELEVATOR! WHO NEEDS STAIRS?>THE KITCHEN! WHO KNOWS WHAT FOUL PLAY’S BEING COOKED UP?>LET’S ALL GO TO THE LOBBY!>THE LIVING ROOM MIGHT BE WORTH A LOOK!>WRITE-IN!
>>5711328>THE BATHROOMBecause I need to write something in.
>>5711328>ELEVATOR! WHO NEEDS STAIRS?Nothing on this floor sounds like it’s worth investigating. The fuck are we gonna find in the guest rooms? Let’s head upstairs and get a look around there.
>>5711328+1 on>>5711331>THE BATHROOM100% we're gonna see a vamp who accidentally ate some of the garlic on the pizza
>>5711331>>5711381>WHEN YA GOTTA GO...>>5711364>TO THE ELEVATOR!Writing!
>>5711154>Calcium is used to increase what is referred to as "total hardness" or "water hardness" in markets where wate ris too soft.Ok, good to know. The way the anon stated "calcium is used to treat water hardness" made me think they meant it was used to reduce the water hardness, when it's one of the dissolved minerals that makes water hard.Having lived places with fairly hard water during my life, the idea of intentionally making water harder never occurred to me. We've got a water softener, for crying out loud.
>>5711148Have you not heard of the Anni Di Piombo? Oh, wait, we're part Irish too, which offers another explanation.
>>5711328>THE GUEST ROOM! LET’S GET SETTLED!Maybe we can FIND stairs? My concern with the elevator is that it will definitely have a pepper we definitely aren't supposed to go where we're going (private family quarters). Meanwhile if we get caught going past the guest bedrooms, again, we just look like a couple wandering around in search of a cozy place to slip Pepperoncini our Extra Sausage Pizza.
ACTUALLY, you remark, you DO want to head to the BATHROOM! Pepper’s perpetually-smug expression droops a bit.“... seriously?”What?“We’re SNOOPIN’, sandcrab-is now really the best time?” She asks, clearly already clear on what HER answer to that question would be! Would she rather you have to go at a worse time? The girl evades your eye contact with a pout on her face. “... no.”Like when we’re being chased by SECURITY or something? Or a VAMPIRE? Or what about some CHAINSAW MANIAC with-“Alright, ALRIGHT!” She groans as she crosses her arms and steps out of your way, “Just don’t take too long, yea?”You’ll take however the heck long you want, THANKS! Trying the door closest to you, you’re met with a bit of resistance!Locked! Drat!Pepper starts to tap her foot as you make your way to the one closer to the GUEST ROOMS. Ignoring her for now, you check the doorknob and feel a hint of relief as the door swings open…… revealing a SNARLING PACK OF VAMPIRES LUNGING FOR YOUR THROAT!>ROLL 1d1-“... having fun, skip?”Just trying to keep things interesting, you shrug as Pepper watches with mild bemusement. Entering the BATHROOM, you’re met with a fairly clean, albeit normal setup for a billionaire: a TUB REMINISCENT OF A JACUZZI sits in the corner-the water inside dyed rainbow from all of the different drinks and snacks left inside. You hope that’s all the partygoers left in there…Next to it sits a MARBLE SHOWER-the rock, not actual marbles-where a wet MUMMY COP T-SHIRT lies lonely and forgotten draped over the shower control. A few SHOWER PRODUCTS sit on a small ledge, but you don’t really recognize any save for a big bottle of BUBBLE BRO BUBBLE BATH MIXTURE! Neat!Not to be outdone, a TOILET with more buttons than you’re comfortable with sits in the corner flanked by a golden toilet paper roll hanger-seriously, you’re pretty sure it’s gold. A BOOK OF FISH FACTS sits on top in a small basket along with a PAYDAY AIR FRESHENER SPRAY, whatever that means.The SINK is another marble/modern art nightmare stained with wine, crumbs, and what you hope is fruit punch. The mirror hanging over it, on the other hand, is relatively untouched save for a few lipstick smears.Most importantly, though, is that you don’t see any CAMERAS... not that you expected any, but still.Welp, you’re here now-what’s next?>READ SOME FISH FACTS!>TAKE SOME STUFF (WHAT?)>CALL PEPPER IN TO TRY SOMETHING!>HOP INTO THE TUB (OH GOD WHY)>FIDDLE AROUND WITH THE TOILET BUTTONS!>TAKE A LOOK IN THE MIRROR!>WRITE-IN!
>>5711404>>READ SOME FISH FACTS!>FIDDLE AROUND WITH THE TOILET BUTTONS!
>>5711404>CALL PEPPER IN TO TRY SOMETHING!>FIDDLE AROUND WITH THE TOILET BUTTONS!Yo, Peps, you gotta' see this shitter!>TAKE A LOOK IN THE MIRROR!Just to make sure that blood ritual didn't turn US into a vampire
>>5711404>>5711411I’ll support the dubs. Plus,>WRITE-IN!Whatever we do, take that air spray. This is a bones quest, meaning our inventory is unlimited, and having a means to cover our scent or fuck with something’s olfactory sense may help if we run into any of the wild animals on this island. It may even wind up being useful in another unexpected way.If that book of fish doesn’t have Ludwig the giant furred catfish in it, it ain’t worth reading.
>>5711404>TAKE SOME STUFF (WHAT?)I demand! Demand I say! The bro bubble bath! And the fish facts! And the air freshening spray! There's no way our instructor didn't teach us how to makeshift a flamethrower with it!
Gonna give it a little longer since one of you mooks mentioned a WRITE-IN! I'll just assume you want to loot the whole damn place though. Like >>5711419 mentioned, your pockets are deep. VERY DEEP!
>>5711419I support taking the air freshener spray.t. >>5711411
>>5711409>FISH FACTS!>TOILET BUTTONS!>>5711411>>5711419>>5711475>CALL PEPPER IN FOR TOILET BUTTONS!>CHECK MIRROR FOR VAMPIRISM!EVERYONE:>TAKE ALL THE SHIT!>>5711331Was waiting to see if you had anything else to add, bud, so if you DO in the future just write it in and I'll try to add the action retroactively, deal? I gotcha, man!Writing the last update of the night! Have some plans tomorrow so updates might be sporadic. Thanks for playing!
Something’s been bugging you since you had your encounter with Mina-something that prompts you to take a good, hard look at yourself in the mirror, especially around the gumline! Good news is that for starters, you can still see your reflection. That’s good… Aside from a little redness in your eyes you actually look pretty spiffy for someone who got PILEDROVE earlier!Or is it PILEDRIVEN? Whatever, you’re not in English Class… Still, you think as you do a couple poses in front of the mirror, whatever that nurse plugged into you did a good job-your neck isn’t even sore!With that settled and your suspicions of Mina quenched for at least a few more minutes, an idea forms in your head as your gaze shifts to the space-age toilet sitting in the corner! Cracking open the door a smidge, you hiss a few times at your partner as she idly bounces on her heels in the empty hallway!It takes a few more tries, but eventually her eyes lock with yours from under her oversized company cap!“What?” She whispers in a confused tone, “Y’need help WIPING or something?”No, you scowl, come quick and check this out-you’re gonna love it!The look on her face tells you she isn’t confident about the whole ‘loving it’ bit. Moving with all of the motivation a person usually has when someone tells them to come into the bathroom and check something out, Pepper’s resigned stare softens a bit when she sees the restroom for herself!“Woah, bathtub party!”Yea you nod as the two of you survey the damages in the tub, but that’s not what you wanted her to look at! Pointing at the toilet buttons, you motion for her to give a few a try!“Good thinkin’, chief-could control a SECRET DOOR or something!” Actually you just wanted to make sure none of them activated a SELF-DESTRUCT MECHANISM or something, but you don’t tell her that. Reaching over her head to grab the PAYDAY AIR FRESHENER SPRAY and the BOOK OF FISH FACTS, you earn another confused look from your partner. She good?“Yep,” Nods Pepperoncini, “Are you?”Oh, you stammer as you realize what she’s staring at, it’s what we call the CRASH FAMILY SHUFFLE: you never know what you’re gonna need later, so you might as well take it now!“Sounds like it’s just hoarding, slick.” Replies Pepper with a hint of concern in her voice. She just doesn’t understand Irish/Italian Families is all!The girl shrugs. “Probably.”>CONTD.
>>5711570>EVERYONE:>TAKE ALL THE SHIT!We're still not sure if we're Leon Kennedy (who needs a full inventory at all times) or James Bond (who needs nothing but the gadgets he's brought with him) in a STYLISH TRACKSUIT, and you've deliberately baiting that "is this Spyfic? Is this going to turn into Survival Horror? Are we spoofing both of those?" conundrum.
>>5711589Leaving the TOILET CONTROL PANEL to her, you make your way around the rest of the bathroom and pilfer the BUBBLE BATH MIX as you flick open the BOOK OF FISH FACTS to a random page!Huh.“Whatja’ find?” Asks Pepper as she glances your way expectantly!Apparently most fish are COLD-BLOODED, you recite. You’re pretty sure you knew that one…“Do another!” She chirps!‘The KELPIE,’ you continue as your eyes linger on the artist’s interpretation of a scantily-clad fish-like girl clad in nothing but seaweed, ‘was believed to be a shapeshifting Irish spirit residing ar