"JESUS FUCK." A bit of spit leaves the girl's mouth with the utterance of the expletive. The thin blonde man shoots an annoyed look at his coworker as he leans on his broom, watching her wipe the spit from her chin."Hey, management said we couldn't curse. Get that side for me." The brunette gives him an indifferent glance, grabs a dustpan, and starts sweeping in various things: rose petals, scrapped, badly framed photos, a dust of cocaine that had slipped from some celebrity's torn pocket. She scoffs at the discovery of a used condom leaking all over the concrete."Just saying. You'd think that at a big event like this, people would be a bit more dignified." She turns to look at the big black block letters that burned boldly on the arena sign.MILLER V HAWKEFATHER V SONTONIGHT(1/5)
>>6323417I WANT TO GO HOME. Beatrice sits uncomfortably in her very-comfortable VIP chair. She didn't hate boxing; she grew up with it, after all. But she hated what was happening in front of her. Mostly, she was angry. Angry at a great many things. She looks to her left.This is some guy her husband knows. He's a sponsor... or something. His face is... so greasy. It's almost plastic. He turns to her with a cardboard smile."Enjoying the match, Bee?" He gives her a thumbs up. She doesn't return the gesture. Just another disgusting businessman. They turn back to the bloodbath in front of them. She looks to her left.This face was immediately recognizable. With her wispy, Marilyn Monroe hair and her faux-refined demeanor. Bea grits her teeth. She was mostly mad at her husband. He was the one who initiated the affair... and gave her triplet bastards. She can't really blame Claire, she's a victim in this just as much as Bea was. She can, however, look into her eyes and watch the girl look dreamily at her husband and feel like blowing up a building. She turns back to the bloodbath in front of her.She watches as her husband and her father kill each other on the stage. The Nicest Boxer In The World and The Hawk.(2/5)
>>6323424THE CROWD WATCHED AS BOTH MEN DEMONSTRATED EXACTLY HOW WELL THEY COULD KILL EACH OTHER. David's technique was perfect. His rhythm kept him up and fighting, but The Hawk was too good at punishing his brash hooks. But after 2 rounds, TNBITW finally got a solid crack at his mentor's mandible.Seats could be heard creaking as nearly everyone leaned forward to get a better look. The hit reverberated throughout the theater, sweat flew out like tiny, salty bullets. The audience's faces feel cool as they watch The Hawk stumble a bit, then barely hold himself up. His face almost seems to swell as his nose erupts in blood, pouring down his rugged face like a fountain. He tumbles onto the ring floor on his belly.(3/5)
>>6323425Ian "The Hawk" Hawke was dead.
>>6323428You are MARCO ROHNI, briefly awoken by the BUS HORN. The bus you are in, of course, to stakeout your SISTER'S PLACE OF BUSINESS while you hide from psychics who may or may not be trying to kill you. While you yourself, of course, are a psychic. A psychic newbie, you admit, but you're destined to save the world. Maybe, there was some confusion there. You're also VERY BROKE, and an EMPLOYEE at BIG M BURGER, off the corner of First and Market. You recall fighting raccoons also.You would really like to see your life improve sometime soon, but for now, messing with your sister will do you some good.You take a brief moment to look at your STATBLOCK.VITALS......HP: 12/9 (Excellent)ENERGY: 9/50 (Unexceptional)LUCK: 4 (Moderate)PROSPERITY: -2 (Bad)STATS......ACROBATICS: 3BRAWN: 3CHARISMA: 6VIGILANCE: 8INTELLIGENCE: 6SKILLS......- ACTIVE ABILITY 1 ???- PASSIVE ABILITY 1 ???- Psychokinesis (Worst)- Bowling (Moderate)- Tech Deck (Excellent)- Google SEO (Decent)Alright! You're on the bus. Where is the bus? You look around and see that the bus is stopped. Like, in park. This confuses you, as you were expecting the bus to be in drive.NEW QUEST! You have a new quest. Completing a quest grants you points to allocate onto your statblock.MS. WIZ - Check out your sister's shop.>LOOK AROUND. Duh, what do you think you're doing now! Choose something else.>LEAVE THE BUS. Nothing can be done inside a parked vehicle.>CHECK OUT THE DRIVER'S SEAT. Must be something interesting in there.>CHECK YOUR BELONGINGS AGAIN.. Or just go to previous thread here (https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6294388/)>IGNORE IT. It'll probably mean nothing. Chatrooms on your phone are calling your name.>WRITE-IN.
>>6323431>LEAVE THE BUS. Nothing can be done inside a parked vehicle.
>>6323431>IGNORE IT. It'll probably mean nothing. Chatrooms on your phone are calling your name.We aren't at our destination so... Maybe the driver just had to sue the bathroom?Welcome back, QM!
>>6323431>LOOK AROUND. Duh, what do you think you're doing now! Choose something else.
>>6323431>CHECK OUT THE DRIVER'S SEAT. Must be something interesting in there.
>>6323431>>CHECK OUT THE DRIVER'S SEAT. Must be something interesting in there.Wouhou,new thread
>>6323431>>CHECK OUT THE DRIVER'S SEAT. Must be something interesting in there.
You make your way to the front of the bus, and you happen to notice that you're completely alone as you pass by row after row of empty chairs. The driver's seat is similarly empty, and the adjacent door is cracked open. Through the windows you can see you're at a rather large truck stop. Ugh, just thinking about truck stops makes you groan. Turning back to the dashboard of the truck, the fuel gauge reads dead empty.There's nothing of note near the seat, door, or under the dash. The dashboard itself has a phone connected to a charger plugged into the cigarette lighter port. The phone has a cream/rose gold carrying case with a pearl bead charm attached. The phone lights up, detecting activity near it. You notice a new text was received a minute ago. Underneath the stereo on the dash is a photograph. It looks like it was printed today.
>>6324027The photograph is of a young woman and man embracing for the photo. They seem similarly aged, and they look pretty close. You're not quite sure who these people are, of course. You decide not to take anything; there doesn't appear to be anything useful to you at the moment.
>>6324028There doesn't seem to be much else to do inside the bus; it sure isn't going anywhere. You push through the doors and exit the vehicle. Man, this place is big. You're a little surprised. You're so sick of truck stops because you work next to a massive one. This one looks just as big. There's no way you're that far from home, it's maybe been an hour. You didn't know you lived by so many truck stops.Anyway, back to the task at hand:>LOOK FOR THE BUS DRIVER. They must be nearby.>INVESTIGATE BUS EXTERIOR. You've checked inside already, there's one thing left now.>INVESTIGATE TRUCK STOP CONVENIENCE STORE. You sure would love an overpriced snack. Maybe someone inside can help you.>INVESTIGATE SEXYCOLA TRUCK. Mmm, if God loves you, he'd topple that truck over right now.>INVESTIGATE STRANGE HOTDOG BUILDING. Hey, and ice! You hope they make slushies like the hotdog/ice stand where you work.>WRITE-IN.
>>6324029>INVESTIGATE BUS EXTERIOR. You've checked inside already, there's one thing left now.
>>6324029>INVESTIGATE SEXYCOLA TRUCK. Mmm, if God loves you, he'd topple that truck over right now.
>>6324029>>INVESTIGATE TRUCK STOP CONVENIENCE STORE. You sure would love an overpriced snack. Maybe someone inside can help you.
>>6324029>LOOK FOR THE BUS DRIVER. They must be nearby.This must the work of an enemy stand... I mean psychic
>>6324029>>LOOK FOR THE BUS DRIVER. They must be nearby.
It takes you exactly one turn to your left to find a familiar face. It's the girl from the photo, minus her cool outfit. She wears a bright high visibility vest over a dark shirt and, just like the photo, accessorizes her outfit with stud earrings, a headband, spiked choker, and two rings on her left pinky and middle finger. She's making selections on the payment pad. You get her attention."Hey, you're the bus driver, right?" She turns to glance at you, raising an eyebrow."Sure, yeah. What's up?""Oh, I was on the bus. I fell asleep a little while ago—""You were on my bus?" She taps a Mousse County Transport Authority debit card against the card reader. It flashes four green lights and beeps, prompting her to input a PIN. She does so."Yeah." Her brows furrow at you as she inserts the nozzle into the fuel tank of the bus."I didn't see you in there." What?"What? I've been there since Burnham Road.""Going up to Collins?" Your sister's shop, Ms. Wiz is located on the corner of Collins and Shiloh."Yeah, Collins. Did we pass it already?" She shakes her head and gives you a sympathetic look."Sorry, buddy. You're about six stops too late." Your face falls. You were prepared for the possibility that you slept through a stop or two, but SIX STOPS? You were asleep for an hour, tops. There's no way you fell asleep for five or six."No way.""Way. After I fuel up, I'm headed back to the bus depot. Sorry to have to do this to you, but I can't have you back on again. I was supposed to kick you out at the last stop, but I guess you're not the most... um, noticeable guy in the world." You don't respond. Like, what are you supposed to say to that? She seems to have a similar train of thought as an apologetic look quickly replaces the expression on her face. "Sorry." She can't seem to find a less awkward way to end the conversation, so she just turns back to her endless refueling. She doesn't look interested in talking to you any longer at least.
>>6324554This gives you the perfect opportunity to check out the bus. You inspect the sleek aluminum profile of the bus. Er— formerly sleek. Upon closer inspection, a collection of dents, scrapes, and various other road hazards litter the side of the bus. Aside from that, the pale mustard yellow bus (isn't it so great that I only have shades of red to work with?) seems to offer no other clues.As you walk around the far side of the bus, you notice other activity happening nearby. A bespectacled man is refueling his convertible in a fancy robe and pajamas, and two silhouetted men are smoking away from the light of the truck stop. Any other observations you could make briefly halt as you step in a puddle of something. You reflexively step back, looking down at your feet to see a small pool of gasoline. It seems to be leaking from behind the bus, but not from the bus itself. Gross.You're not the least bit satisfied with being awake so far. You'd rather be asleep, but you suppose these other options are better.>INSPECT GAS SPILL. Sure, gas at a gas station isn't weird, but spilled gas at a gas station?>INSPECT TRUCK STOP CONVENIENCE STORE. Mmm, spinning sausages...>TALK TO ROBE GUY. He's got a sweet ride. Maybe a spare set of jammies.>TALK TO MEN SMOKING. You've never been much of a smoker, but you are very curious.>TALK TO BUS DRIVER. You're still not really over being called "unnoticeable trash". Did she call you that specifically? It's a little fuzzy.>WRITE-IN.
>>6324555>TALK TO BUS DRIVER. You're still not really over being called "unnoticeable trash". Did she call you that specifically? It's a little fuzzy.When is the next bus going back the way we came?
>>6324555>TALK TO BUS DRIVER. You're still not really over being called "unnoticeable trash". Did she call you that specifically? It's a little fuzzy.
>>6324555>TALK TO BUS DRIVER. You're still not really over being called "unnoticeable trash". Did she call you that specifically? It's a little fuzzy.It looks like our power keeps people from noticing us
>>6324555>>TALK TO MEN SMOKING. You've never been much of a smoker, but you are very curious.Ask him for a ride toward somewhere.Also, heavily suspecting our Psychic Passive Shtick is something like "Transparent" where we're just some kind of ghost to people while not actively looking for their attention.
>>6324555>INSPECT GAS SPILL. Sure, gas at a gas station isn't weird, but spilled gas at a gas station?
You've got more than a few words for that bus driver, specifically to ask if there's another bus out of here. Ordering an Uber from god knows where you are would mean you're out of food money for a week. You'd rather use your ten-dollar annual bus pass. As you take a step to leave, you hear the sound of flowing liquid. You look down, watching the stream of gasoline start to reverse. The gas puddle gets drained out from under and behind the bus; you watch your relfection disappear as only a few drips of the pool are left in the end. What the fuck?
>>6325208You quickly rush over to the other side of the bus, hoping to get an answer to what's going on. Instead, you are greeted with nothing. The bus driver is gone, and a quick glance inside the bus shows it's still empty. You guess she must've gone to the convenience store or something. This is too weird.
>>6325209A flicker of motion catches your eye, and you look up to see what it is. It's one of the two men in shadow smoking waving you over. You can't identify who it is from this distance. Though you're likely not going to meet anyone you know all the way out here, you'd really love to see a familiar face.>SEARCH FOR BUS DRIVER. Where could she have gone? (requires Write-In)>CALL SOMEONE. Who's up at this time of night? (requires Write-In)>APPROACH MEN SMOKING. Who are you to refuse such a hospitable greeting?>HIJACK THE BUS. You don't see her anywhere...>LOOK AROUND THE TRUCK STOP. There must be more clues somewhere.>WRITE-IN.
>>6325210>APPROACH MEN SMOKING. Who are you to refuse such a hospitable greeting?
>>6325210>SEARCH FOR BUS DRIVER. Where could she have gone? (requires Write-In)Poke our head into the convenience store.
>>6325210>APPROACH MEN SMOKING. Who are you to refuse such a hospitable greeting?Everyone else vanished... Hopefully these boys aren't the cause.
You warily walk towards the two men, silently praying that walking towards two shady men won't be the— what the hell?"Marco?? Holy shit, man!""Jared??" You're completely bewildered. Of all the people you'd expect to see on a weird ass night like this, your manager was not it. "What the hell are you doing here?" He grins."I always come out here after work.""You— but you clocked out nearly the same time I did." He nods."They called me back in to cover. Susan got fired for beating a customer up." You suck in air through pursed lips in a display of instant understanding. Your coworker, uh, ex-coworker Susan was... interesting. She was a year older than you and used that information to make you bend to her whim. You had a brief fling with her for a few weeks before you both got bored. When you decided to call it quits, she made sure to threaten your life with a switchblade, making you promise to never tell anyone about the strange birthmark on her back. You've since kept your promise."Surprising," you say with sarcasm so thick it could be used as a maple syrup substitute. "Who's this?" You point to the nervous looking fellow next to Jared. He doesn't speak up and just stares at you bug-eyed. Freaky guy."This is Shane. Maddy said I had to find a new hire quick, and this guy was already here smoking. He needs a job too, so boom. Shane, this is Marco. If you wanna ask him any questions, go ahead." You all stand there in silence. "Guess he's got no other questions. You wanna smoke?" He extends a fresh cig out to you. You glance at it and shake your head."I-I'm okay, man." He raises an eyebrow."Really? I thought you smoked." A cool yet aching feeling crawls down your throat."I did. Now I don't." He seems to get it."No worries, sorry about that." Your manager is a lot nicer than you remember. Maybe you should start being nicer to him.
>>6325561On a whim, you decide to pull your phone out. You haven't checked it all night. You look hopefully at the screen as it turns on, but your heart starts to race as the numbers and text on your phone are completely unintelligible. You rub your eyes, but nothing changes.What is happening to you?"Marco!" You look up. Jared's giving you a concerned look. Shane just stares."Huh? What?""Nothing, man. I said your name like twice. You spacing out?""Oh. Sorry, yeah. I think it might just be too late." Jared smirks."Too late, or too early?""Too early?""Well, yeah. Your morning shift starts in a few minutes." Huh?"My— my what?""Your morning shift. Wow, you're usually on top of this.""I— sorry. It's... been a long night. God, how am I going to get there in time?" Your manager places a hand on your shoulder."Marco. Take a deep breath." You don't respond. You just inhale until you can't, then exhale it all out. "Feel a bit better?""Yeah." He nods."This job sucks. It messes with your head all the time. Just try and keep your head on straight, yeah?" You don't really know how to feel. On one hand, you're a little grateful to have Jared as a manager. You were never on the greatest of terms, but these past two times you've interacted with him have been rather swell. On the other, he's completely missing what's messing with your head. You give him a small smile and a nod."Thanks, Jared.""No problem. Just walk on down when it gets close to clock-in."
>>6325562"W-Walk on down?" He points behind you."Yeah, we're right next to Big M. I figured you knew that. Why else would you be here?" Your horrified visage turns around to see your long-despised workplace staring right back at you through the badly trimmed foliage. This is the truck stop next to your workplace! God damn it, you're right back where you started!>FREAK OUT. You deserve it after all this.>ABANDON PLAN. You can't lose this job.>TELL JARED. Someone's gotta know what's going on with you.>CALL SOMEONE. Someone's gotta know what's going on with you. (requires Write-In)>WRITE-IN.
>>6325563>TELL JARED. Someone's gotta know what's going on with you.At the very least he might have an idea or something
>>6325563>>TELL JARED. Someone's gotta know what's going on with you.
>>6325563>>CALL SOMEONE. Someone's gotta know what's going on with you. (requires Write-In)The other psychic. Tell him we think we're under attack by an ennemy stand.
>>6325614+1
>>6325563>>6325568Whoops I'm a fucking retard and forgot that Jared's our manager. I meant to say>CALL THE OTHER PSYCHIC
MWQ will continue 11/2 so I can celebrate Halloween and work on the update.See you all then!
>>6325894Hope you have an extra-spooky Halloween, boss. Thanks for running!
Have fun
Update delayed 11/3 morning for some finishing touches! Please bear with me...
>>6327220Bearing all right.Thanks for the communication.Although it IS 03/11 in my place that use the sensible order of Day/month
Please watch the video update here: https://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/1004850You pull out your phone and do what you should've done the first time you saw anything strange: talk to the strangest guy you know. It may only have been less than a day that you've known this kid, but right now, he might be the only one who can help. You click his contact card, dial the number, and wait."...but no wonder it sucked. The budget for the season was pennies compared to—""Fred?" He stops speaking. "Fred, are you there?""Marco??? Where— how are you talking to me?""What? I just called you on the phone. I'm at a truck stop.""That's impossible.""That I'm at a truck stop? I left the apartment hours ago.""One, no you didn't, you left maybe an hour ago tops.""Wha—""And two, you're not calling me with your phone. You're speaking directly to my thoughts. You're in my head, Marco. How did you maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" His voice trails off suddenly, and it's replaced by an ear-piercing screech. Your phone starts to vibrate in your hand, but your whole body feels like it's shaking.This is too weird. This is too weird. You look up as your phone flies slowly out of your hands and glides through the air to sit in front of your face. The world starts to fade out as the screen cracks and splinters, sucking you into a white void.You float for a while. You feel like you're falling, but everything looks rather still. Well, there aren't really any landmarks for you to discern your positioning, either. You open your eyes and look to your right. Nothing. You gulp. The thought of this being some sort of prison comes to you, and your fears are stoked as you turn to the right to bear witness to corpses hanging from infinite chains that seem to disappear into the void above.You barely have time to process this as your surroundings change again; screaming and cheering invade your eardrums as you sit in the VIP section of the boxing arena. You watch as the large bespectacled man falls to the ground. The cheering stops. You look around. The crowd and the stadium are gone, leaving only you and the two men in the ring.Without warning, the ring disappears and so does the mustached man, replaced with what seems to be some sort of business man. His blood seeps into the black void while papers from a briefcase litter the ground behind him. The large boxer remains, looking intensely at the body. Then he turns. He turns and looks at you. You want to say something, you want to run so desperately. Yet you freeze as he glares at you.You feel your upper lip moisten. You touch your face only for your hand to be stained with your blood. Your nose bleeds as your head spins. The ringing dutifully returns, exacerbating your dizzying vision; you're going to die. You're going to die, right here, right now, and there's nothing you can do about it. You fall unconscious, vulnerable to whatever comes next.(1/2)
>>6327316When you wake up, you cough up phlegm that was stuck in your throat. Your nose is still bleeding, but as you adjust to the light, you realize you're back in the bus. You're no longer at the truck stop, however, and as you look out the window, you're again confused. The bus is floating in mid-air, suspended in a translucent red bubble. Above you is a disastrous traffic accident, where three figures stand watching the bubble adjacent to a white van.>CRY. Let it out, man. That was a lot.>EXAMINE YOURSELF. Nothing better be up with you.>CALL OUT TO THE FIGURES ON THE ROAD. They might be able to help you.>LOOK FOR SURVIVORS. There's other people in the bus with you. Maybe someone knows what's going on.>CALL SOMEONE. Hopefully they'll answer using a real phone. (requires Write-In)>WRITE-IN.
>>6327317Solid update and really nice video QM.So we were either dreaming/caught in some kind of attack. I'd say dreaming + maybe the protective bubble come from ourself? Can we try to "LIFT" the psybubble up?Then, when this fails :>LOOK FOR SURVIVORS. There's other people in the bus with you. Maybe someone knows what's going on.I think the STAND USER might be close
>>6327317>EXAMINE YOURSELF. Nothing better be up with you.Put on your own oxygen mask first. Forget supernatural stuff, even mundane injury is worth checking for.
>>6327317>EXAMINE YOURSELF. Nothing better be up with you.
>>6327317>LOOK FOR SURVIVORS. There's other people in the bus with you. Maybe someone knows what's going on.
>>6327317BANE delivers as usual. Rad vid, my guy.>EXAMINE YOURSELF. Nothing better be up with you.
>>6327317>LOOK FOR SURVIVORS.>>6327316Spooky stuff, and excellent work!
You take a look around. There's three people inside the bus aside from you: at the back a young woman around your age wearing sleek trapezoidal frames, directly behind you a man approaching his forties with a bad haircut and rosacea-ridden cheeks, and at the front, the driver. All three are fast asleep. You wonder how on earth these people could fall asleep through all— no, no you don't.Enough weirdness has occured that you're no longer looking around going "what? what?". Damn it, you're in danger. If not right now, then in general. What were you thinking getting wrapped up in this psychic garbage? Who was that man? How did you get in a bubble floating over the ocean? These are the important questions to wonder about. You've got to lock in, no joke.You give everyone another once over. Although asleep, they're not injured at all. No bruises, cuts, and certainly no bloody noses to match your own. You gently prod everyone in their sides, but they do not wake up. Weird. Why aren't you asleep right now? You guess you were before, but that begs the next question: why are you the only one awake?(1/4)
>>6327616You give yourself a wellness patdown. Bones... seemingly not broken. Face... presumably still handsome. Everything seems right as rain. You wipe the blood from your nose and exhale. You're alright.(2/4)
>>6327617Ha... you were almost scared that something was terribly wrong. Looks like everything is alright. You wipe the sweat from your brow.(3/4)
>>6327618Hang on a tick.Choose any TWO:>FREAK OUT. Okay, it may not be productive, but you still deserve it!>EXAMINE HAND. Is it even your hand anymore? (requires roll)>LOOK OUTSIDE. Perhaps the real clues aren't inside the bus at all. (requires roll)>TRY TO WAKE SOMEONE UP. Maybe someone can tell you what happened when you were asleep. (requires roll)>CALL SOMEONE. That phone call earlier was... interesting. (requires Write-In)>WRITE-IN.
>>6327619We're probably in another dream inside the dream. You know. Inception.>CALL SOMEONE. That phone call earlier was... interesting. (requires Write-In)Fred, again >WRITE-INIf we're dreaming and we're lucid, try to do something to prove it (like fly out the bus window?)
>>6327619>EXAMINE HANDNot sure if you want the roll with the post or not
>>6327619>LOOK OUTSIDE. Perhaps the real clues aren't inside the bus at all. (requires roll)
>>6327619>EXAMINE HAND. Is it even your hand anymore? (requires roll)>LOOK OUTSIDE. Perhaps the real clues aren't inside the bus at all. (requires roll)
>>6327619>EXAMINE HAND. Is it even your hand anymore? (requires roll)>LOOK OUTSIDE. Perhaps the real clues aren't inside the bus at all. (requires roll)One more panicking person on the bus will jto be any help to us at this juncture.
>>6327619>FREAK OUT>EXAMINE HANDReminds me that Stephen King plane story or No Passengers Beyond this Point, especially the sleeping bits.
>>6327619>LOOK OUTSIDE. Perhaps the real clues aren't inside the bus at all. (requires roll)>EXAMINE HAND. Is it even your hand anymore? (requires roll)
>>6327619>>6327621+1Also I wonder what would happen if we called our sister.
Rolled 4, 3 = 7 (2d5)Looks like the winner is>LOOK OUTSIDE. Perhaps the real clues aren't inside the bus at all. (requires roll)>EXAMINE HAND. Is it even your hand anymore? (requires roll)Rolling for luck... (earlier I mistakenly said Marco had a LUCK value of 4, he actually raised it to 5.)
Rolled 57 + 8 (1d100 + 8)Now rolling for>EXAMINE HAND.1d100 - 2 (PROSPERITY malus) + 4 (LUCK bonus) + 6 (INTELLIGENCE bonus)
Rolled 71 - 15 (1d100 - 15)Now rolling for>LOOK OUTSIDE.1d100 - 2 (PROSPERITY malus) + 3 (LUCK bonus) + 6 (INTELLIGENCE bonus) + 8 (VIGILANCE bonus) - 30 (THREAT malus)(Adjusting the values to accurately reflect the situation at hand)
You very slowly pull yourself away from your arm and examine the bus sign closely. You've seen this so many times; this is the bus stop sign next to your apartments. Actually, you were looking at it quite intensely when you were waiting for the bus an hour ago. You're not quite sure why. It might have been the hundredth time you've seen it, but little things stood out to you about it. The scuff along the side, the rust on the pole, the sticker patch over some vulgar graffiti. Despite all of it, it's still standing there as a beacon for you to get to town.It was inspiring. Very inspiring.Now it's replaced your hand. You're not exactly sure what to do with it. It doesn't hurt at all. You attempt to wiggle your fingers. You can feel yourself doing it, but the sign does nothing. You even try flipping the bird, but there is no bird to flip. That kind of pisses you off more. You're a strange person. Even stranger now that you have a sign for a hand, you suppose. You try to move your hand as a whole, and thankfully, the sign articulates like a hand does, bending the metal in a way that certainly does not follow the laws of physics. That's good for now.
>>6328219You get up and shuffle over to the left window seat to get a better look at the highway above you. The first thing you noticed when you woke up was the pile of crashed cars trailing a parked, perfectly intact, nondescript white van. They're still there, but you don't see anyone leaving their cars. You can hear distant sirens from the city; the police are on their way. You're unsure what the police would even do in this situation.Adjacent to the van... is one figure... fighting with a disembodied arm. An arm attached... to a rusty pole. You briefly look at your sign-hand, then back at the scuffle. Jesus Christ. You take another look at the figure. It's the fucking giant from your apartment. JESUS CHRIST. He really IS out to kill you.You briefly recall that there were two other figures on the bridge as two thuds land above you, shaking the bus. Two other strange sounds follow: strange chanting and the reload click of a gun. Oh no.>BATTLE STATIONS. You've got to have a plan of attack. (requires roll) (requires Write-In)>HIDE. Fuck this noise, you are not in top form to fight. (requires roll) (requires Write-In)>CALL SOMEONE. Is there anyone who can help you? (requires Write-In)>WRITE-IN.
>>6328220>BATTLE STATIONS. You've got to have a plan of attack. (requires roll) (requires Write-In)Do we roll now, or after? Either way, my plan...>duck and cover, peek out>focus very, very hard on the details of the gun>manifest gun-hand>blast 'em!
>>6328220>>6328359 +1
>>6328359+1.If this fails, bonk a fucker with our signhand.
Keeping this open since I have to go to work soon, but I'll clarify when to roll.Any action that has (requires roll) means that the action has a chance of failure. I will roll these:>BATTLE STATIONS. You've got to have a plan of attack. (requires roll) (requires Write-In)You'll get to roll in combat scenarios/saving throws, when you have to react quickly to an attack or are gravely injured. The next update will likely contain one of those. It'll look something like this:>ACT FAST. Roll 1d100 (+/- whatever modifier)
>>6328617Alright. All questers will be entitled their roll? The more we roll, the more likely we are to win?
Rolled 2 (1d5)>>6328629It will entirely depend on the action. Something like>ACT FAST. Roll 1d100 (+/- whatever modifier)will likely be a best of 3.Then there'll be things like>PICK LOCK. Roll 1d100. Two consecutive over 50 is a success, three consecutive under 50 is a failure.There will always be risk with rolling dice.That said, rolling for luck...
Now rolling for>BATTLE STATIONS. You've got to have a plan of attack.>EXAMINE + MANIFEST GUN + BLAST!1d100 - 2 (PROSPERITY malus) + 2 (LUCK bonus) + 3 (ACROBATICS bonus) + 8 (VIGILANCE bonus) - 30 (THREAT malus)
Rolled 22 - 19 (1d100 - 19)>>6328965Let me fucking roll, actually.
>>6328966Damn. I thought I was so smart.
You steady your breathing as the footsteps above you get closer and closer to the emergency exit above you. Whatever this bubble is, it's not keeping them out. You swiftly slide behind a seat panel hiding you from the exit yet with a good view of the bus past the hatch."God. Are your legs broken? Okay, good." The chanting continues. "Sy. Sy, they're already asleep." The chanting continues. "Sy! You did it! Congratulations! Everyone is going sleepy bye-bye now. Is that getting to you?" The chanting continues. "SY I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON'T SHUT THE HELL UP RIGHT THIS SECOND I WILL FLUSH YOUR ANIMAL CRACKERS DOWN THE TOILET." The chanting hiccups for a moment, then continues quieter. "Yeah, I'll go right back to our old cell and dump the whole tin in there." The chanting completely stops. "Thank you."You steady yourself. You're not all the way there, but you're starting to figure yourself out. This sign-hand... it's gotta be all you. The arm on the road above you must be yours too. Somehow, after studying the sign, you managed to... swap them? None of this psychic shit makes sense. Nothing here makes any sense.Except your plan out of this mess. If you can just manage to replicate what you managed to do with the sign with that gun... You hear more shuffling above you."Alright man, don't just stand there, help me with this thing." The exit creaks as inhuman strength pulls it out of its alcove and launches it into the ocean.A round, bald head slowly lowers itself through the roof cavity. Dripping blood from the ear, it telescopes around like a reverse submarine before revealing its massive attached body as he lands inside with a thud. He wears a grey jumpsuit with the numbers "01" patched onto the back. He looks exactly like the giant from your apartment, and you'd bet your fifth hair spike that his bloody ear is a product of removing stitches.His friend, Sy, joins him soon enough. He limbers up and dives gracefully down the exit in a stunning display that would make an Olympic diver blush. Unfortunately, the guy is 300-something pounds and lands with an even bigger slam that makes the bus shake. He grins a big bloody smile at his partner, who groans. He also wears a similar jumpsuit with "03" on the back. Real subtle guys. Anyway, they're both here... it's now or never!
>>6328996It dawns on you that you have no fucking earthly idea how to do what you planned to do. You guess you can't even call it an "earthly idea" considering how heavily it required using your psychic powers. Which you got less than a day ago. Genius! You decide to try anyway and squint through your hiding place to look for the gun. ...you don't see it. Instead, you see Ear Giant pull a walkie talkie... out of his ear canal. It is as disgusting as it sounds; the grey device distends his skin as it escapes out the side of his head. You notice the lack or blood or earwax on it as he brings it close to his mouth and clicks the push-to-talk button."Theo, I need you to look our way." The receiver crinkles."I would really like to, but this thing won't. Sit. STILL! Get— fucking get over here!""Language!""Fuck you.""Theo!""Okay. He's hiding behind the seat next to you." What!? WHAT!!??? Faster than you can think, Sy grabs your collar and lifts you out of your hiding place. You swat at him with your sign-hand on instinct, and WHAM! You carve a gash into his forehead, blood spilling out in a vomit-inducing stream. He looks unfazed and bloodily beams at you before bestowing on you, a black eye. Your HP drops by 1 point.VITALS......HP: 11/9 (Excellent)ENERGY: 8/50 (Unexceptional)LUCK: 5 (Moderate)PROSPERITY: -2 (Bad)STATS......ACROBATICS: 3BRAWN: 3CHARISMA: 6VIGILANCE: 8INTELLIGENCE: 6SKILLS......- ACTIVE ABILITY 1 (Worst)- PASSIVE ABILITY 1 ???- Psychokinesis (Worst)- Bowling (Moderate)- Tech Deck (Excellent)- Google SEO (Decent)"Finally." Ear Giant steps towards you and chuckles evilly like a villain in a kid's cartoon. "I don't know why you're not fast asleep right, but no matter. Sevs always win in the end. Guess you're dead now." He reaches into his ear again (gross!) and pulls out a semi-automatic pistol. Oh God, you're dead now.THINK FAST! Choose one of the options below and roll 1d100 plus/minus whatever modifier is on the option!>BEG FOR YOUR LIFE. Maybe they'll listen to reason... (-10)>FREE YOURSELF. This Sy guy better get his mitts off this psy-guy. (-25)>ATTEMPT TO USE YOUR POWERS AGAIN. Get a good look at that gun! (-10)>WRITE IN. (-20)>>6328973It was smart... sometimes you just get mad unlucky.
>>6328997>ATTEMPT TO USE YOUR POWERS AGAIN. Get a good look at that gun! (-10)I m not confident in any of our other options to avoid being shot.
>>6328997>>ATTEMPT TO USE YOUR POWERS AGAIN. Get a good look at that gun! (-10)
>>6328997>ATTEMPT TO USE YOUR POWERS AGAIN. Get a good look at that gun! (-10)
Rolled 2 (1d5)Seems pretty unanimous to me.Players, please roll me 1d100 - 10 + the LUCK bonus. Just for fun, I'll take best of 4 instead of 3. One roll per person, please!Rolling for luck...
Rolled 86 - 8 (1d100 - 8)>>6329062
Rolled 13 - 10 (1d100 - 10)>>6329062
Rolled 30 - 8 (1d100 - 8)>>6329062
Rolled 76 + 10 (1d100 + 10)>>6329062ROLL HIGH!
>>6329067>>6329079What is with the 8s?>>6329095You have to type "1d100+-10", because 4chan is weird and old.
>>6329242-10 + luck of 2
Sorry for the wait, but I think I'll need to push the update to Sunday. Just need a day.
>>6329472Oh, derp, it was I who was the illiterate one.>>6329513it happens. See you tomorrow, QM!
You don't have much time to think. You lock eyes with the gun in front of you, staring right down its vacuous socket. This isn't the first time you've been held at gunpoint, but at least then you could exchange the slightly understocked cash register for your life. You doubt the gun was loaded anyway. Though the barrel looks as if it were a black void, you know for sure that a bullet is in there, and it's aimed directly for your head.You've never cared too much about guns in general. Sure, you enjoy the occasional action flick and can appreciate a well choreographed fight scene with squibbed gunfire, but they were always too messy for you. As well as too expensive. You think back to the pepper spray that you left in your apartment. Damn, that would really help right now. Focus. You have to help yourself.The entire thing seems to be made of glistening metal, save the textured plastic on the handle. You imagine what it would feel like if you ran your index finger across the bumps and grooves, moving to the frame and sharply sensing the cold steel. The trigger rests against the giant's hooked finger, the weight of it being the only thing preventing your brains from splattering all over the bus.Now that you give it some thought, this weapon is pretty... inspiring.
>>6330066You feel your arm start to shake as your sign-hand grotesquely morphs its letters and frame into the hand you've always remembered having. You can faintly hear a clatter as Ear Giant's radio sputters."Finally! Stay down, fucking thing.""Theodore! What have I told you about cursing on the job!" Both giants turn to look at their friend on the bridge through the windows. This is your chance!You brace yourself, concentrating hard on the gun again. Plastic grip... steel frame... innerworkings you have no idea about... loaded. Bullets. A full clip. On instinct, your hand makes a finger gun, and it starts to feel cool. You can feel the blood draining from your hand as it tenses up; you watch in fascination and horror as your fingers start to form the barrel, your bones hardening and expanding to match the heft of the weapon in your face. You notice the safety is already off while your fingernails pop up to become the muzzle and your ring and pinky finger tear apart from each other to form the trigger guard. You can feel the trigger tense as you try and move your index forward. How's that for a trigger finger?You expend 5 ENERGY. Your ENERGY drops to 3.You feel the grip on your shirt tighten. Jerking your head to the left, you see that Sy has taken notice of your gun hand, his smile gone and his eyes widening. You reward his alertness with a pistol whip, swinging your arm to slam the butt of your pistol-hand into his gash. Miraculously, he doesn't scream, but he lets out a pained exhale as the force of your hit knocks him out. He falls backwards, shaking the bus again as you're finally freed from his grip.Ear Giant notices too late, and he fires the gun while you've crouched down, dodging the shot. Your ears ring like a bomb went off, and your adrenaline kicks in as you aim your gun-hand at his gun-holding-hand. You tense your index finger and squeeze. The trigger moves backwards like a machine, the slide racking back to eject a casing. You watch as the gun recoils a little to the right, missing his hand, but knocking his pistol out of his hands and underneath a bus seat. He turns to discover you holding him at direct gunpoint.>AIM AND SHOOT. You have to keep him down. (requires Write-In [for location aimed at]) (requires PLAYER roll)>KEEP HIM AT GUNPOINT. You want answers right now. (requires Write-In)>JUMP OUT THE WINDOW. You have got to get out of here as soon as you can.>WRITE-IN.
>>6330067>KEEP HIM AT GUNPOINT. You want answers right now. (What the fuck is going on? Who are these guys, who sent them, and why?!)
>>6330067>>KEEP HIM AT GUNPOINT. You want answers right now. (requires Write-In)
>>6330067>>6330082 +1
"HANDS UP!!" You scream at Ear Giant as loudly as you did those raccoons yesterday morning. Surprisingly, the massive man's face pales, and he shivers slightly as he slowly raises his arms."H-Hey, wait a second. Wait. I'm sorry." He's apologizing. This is confusing. You give him a glare that says confusion makes you angry. He understands. "Look, I'm completely helpless right now. I don't have any offense attacks, at least not psychically.""You could fight back physically.""Your hand is an obviously loaded gun. I'm not insane like you.""Good observation." You move the gun slightly closer. "Who are you, and why do you want me dead?" He groans as if he were hoping you wouldn't interrogate him."We're the Brothers Seville, hitmen for hire. You've never heard of us?" He looks genuinely surprised."I didn't say you could ask any questions.""I was only—""Can it. If you're hitmen, who sent you to kill me?""God, let me speak. I was only asking because whoever paid us to kill you certainly knew about us. Or they just knew who to talk to. They gave us your name and address and said it should be done as soon as possible." The radio crinkles. Theodore's angered voice comes over it."What is taking you guys so fucking long!? The cops are here, there are too many for me to concentrate on." You see Ear Giant start to sweat. Time to get his attention back."You don't know their name?""Obviously not. These things are anonymous.""Did they tell you why?""We don't ask why. We just set a price. Which was WAY too damn low for what you put us through. Damn it, if I had known you were a psychic—" He pauses, thinking better about opening his mouth more than he was asked to.
>>6330486You're about to continue your questioning, but a flash outside catches your attention. For a moment, you could've sworn— oh there it is again. The bubble starts to rapidly blink. Both you and Ear Giant are looking around to see what is causing this."Wait, is that bubble not yours?" He looks at you, bewildered."It's not one of you three?" Ear Giant shakes his head. What the fuck? You hear groaning from behind you. Panicked, you check your feet. Nope, Sy is still out cold. It's... the bus driver. The man and woman at the other end start to wake up too. You almost forgot that they were asleep. And now that Sy's knocked out... wait, wait!The bubble dissipates. You feel the bus slowly fall victim to gravity. In one second, you will be in freefall.THINK FAST! Choose one of the options below!>JUMP OFF THE BUS. Your best bet is to get out of this death trap. (+0)>ATTEMPT TO SAVE SOMEONE. You definitely can't save everyone, but maybe you can get one person off with you. (requires Write-In) (-20)>ATTEMPT TO USE YOUR POWERS AGAIN. What can you see and use? (requires Write-In) (-10)>ELIMINATE EAR GIANT. At least this guy will get what's coming to him. (+5)>WRITE IN. (-20)
>>6330488>>ATTEMPT TO SAVE SOMEONE. You definitely can't save everyone, but maybe you can get one person off with you. (requires Write-In) (-20)Bus Driver.Can we improve our odds by morphing some webbed hands/feets?
>>6330488>JUMP OFF THE BUS. Your best bet is to get out of this death trap. (+0)
>>6330493+1
>>6330493I don't think that's how our powers work, unless we can concentrate very closely on a duck.>>6330488>ATTEMPT TO SAVE SOMEONE. You definitely can't save everyone, but maybe you can get one person off with you. (requires Write-In) (-20)Bus Driver. We sort of know her, at least.
>>6330794I don't assume how said power work.Plus, we know she's got a probable-boyfriendI'd also be interrested in the glasses-girl (for maybe-hoe purposes) but such is life that we can't get both Bulbasaur, Squirtle and Charmander.
>>6330946I didn't pick her for waifu possibilities. She's just the only one we've so much as talked to.
>>6330949What I mean by 'probable-boyfriend" is that someone cares deeply about bus driver so it makes sense to save her. Maybe other got family and friends too, but we don't know.What I mean for "maybe-hoe purposes" is that our character had interrest in hoes. Hoe-ever I feel he's not a degen. Though, you have to admit that glasses looks like a cutie.
Rolled 5 (1d5)This discourse is so fascinating. Marco will be able to romance characters if you so choose but think PG-13 romance. I'm no erotica writer. Neither am I a harem writer. That's all!Players, please roll me 1d100 - 20 + the LUCK bonus. I'll take best of 3. One roll per person, please! As an additional reminder, rolling a 1 or 100 overrides all other rolls.Rolling for luck...
Rolled 80 + 20 (1d100 + 20)>>6331018
>>6331037Whoops
Rolled 84 - 15 (1d100 - 15)>>6331018
>>6331018
Rolled 22 - 15 (1d100 - 15)>>6331095
>>6330950Oh, fair.>>6331018>no GFWith a handsome mug like that? Naaah, no way, lol.>>6331088Nice!
With a quick spring off your heels, you turn and sprint towards the bus driver. You mentally apologize to the rest of the bus riders as you try to save the one person you've actually interacted with, even if it was in your head. One second passes. The bus croaks with the same anguished ferocity of a dying bullfrog as it falls, your perceived gravity reducing as you slightly float in the air.You hook your arms under the bus driver's chest, plant your foot on the edge of her seat, and push off, praying that the door is unlocked. Graciously, the doors part as your combined weight push them open. As you fall outside of the bus, you realize that while you might be out of the doomed bus, you are still falling from an incredible height at an alarming rate. The young woman in your arms blinks into consciousness."Ugh... huh- wh-" She takes stock of her surroundings and your very close presence. "W-What the hell? Sign guy? What are you trying to do?!!"" You try to look disarming, but you can't seem to make a calm face. You realize that having little control of your facial muscles is the unfortunate cost of freefalling. Suddenly, the bus splashes into the water first, large waves radiating from its impact. No one surfaces after.You're having a tough time figuring out exactly what it is you're trying to do. In seconds, you're both going to hit the water. That is an assuredly lethal fall. You try to imagine something that can swim; maybe the webbed feet of a duck or platypus. You think... webbed toes... uh, the uh, um... Two things occur to you. The first being that your powers seem to work from being inspired by direct observation, not imagination. The second being that even if you did get inspired by something with webbed feet or gills, that would not stop your spine from shattering the second you land on water's surface like a china doll.Your passenger comes to the realization that you also have no idea what you're trying to do, but instead of panicking, closes her eyes, inhales, then exhales into her cheeks, blowing them up. You watch as the world around you turns a translucent red once again, and the rate which you're falling slows to a stop, just above the edge of the water. You're encased in a bubble with her. She exhales.
>>6331312"Phew." The bus driver slumps into the curvature of the bubble, and you can't help but do the same. You both sit there in silence for a few seconds, taking in everything that just happened. You look at her. She looks at you, warily. You figure you should probably thank this woman that's saved your life. Twice."Thanks." She nods, her wary look disappearing."You're welcome, sign guy. Or gun guy now, I guess. If you didn't save us earlier, I'd be smacking you upside your head for what you did just now. So, thank you too." You grimace. She looks pretty strong, and you already have the one black eye."Saving you earlier?" She definitely isn't talking about jumping off the battled bus."Yeah, before I passed out and flew off the bridge." She points to the van. "That thing was chasing and shooting at us for a mile, but then you got up, opened the window, and turned your right hand into a sign. You were blocking those bullets like a ninja or something. Guy behind you was screaming his ass off and had to pull you inside and knock you out to get you to stay put. Thought you were crazy." She squirms a little. "Guess that'd make me crazy too.""You're a psychic too." She perks up."A psychic? Is that what we are?""From what I've heard, yeah. Is this new to you?" She nods."I only found out I could do this just yesterday," she admits as she motions to the bubble you're both in. "I didn't know that there were others like me.""Quite a few others. The guys shooting at us were psychic too." Her eyes widen."Really? Wait, so did they want something with you? Something with me??" Oh man. What do you even tell her?>TELL THE TRUTH. Those bastards were trying to kill me.>OBFUSCATE THE TRUTH. Uhh, I have no idea!>CHANGE THE SUBJECT. Hey, we should probably get out of here...>WRITE-IN.
>>6331314>TELL THE TRUTH. Those bastards were trying to kill me.
>>6331314>TELL THE TRUTH. Those bastards were trying to kill me.>BUT! I don't know why. I'm just a minimum wage schmo.
>>6331314>>TELL THE TRUTH. Those bastards were trying to kill me.Although no clue why.
>>6331329+1Also>I don't remember turning my hand into a sign, I think I was unconscious... or something
>>6331329+1
She deserves to hear the truth, if not partly because you feel a little responsible for her bus ending up submerged underwater. You shake your head."No, they were definitely after me. Somehow I was able to pin one of them down, and the guy said that someone anonymously hired him and his assassin buddies to kill me," you admit. She raises her eyebrows, giving you a simultaneously wary and intrigued look."What did you do that would make someone put a hit out on you?" You glance at her, frazzled."You have about as much clue as I do right now. None of this psychic stuff makes any sense to me either; I'm just some minimum wage schmo that became a psychic yesterday. I work at a burger joint for crying out loud." Your voice wavers a bit. It might seem a little crazy, but you really miss your job all of a sudden. The pay sucks, the people suck, the entire job sucks, but at least you're not constantly fighting for your life. You're briefly taken out of your depressed stupor as you lurch back, stumbling as the bubble starts to float higher and higher. On the bridge, Theodore looks up at you angrily as he fades away in the haze of the clouds. Looking back up at your bubble buddy, you notice she's puffed up her cheeks again, eyes closed. She slowly lets out her breath as the globule settles and gently stops in place."Phew. Sorry about that. Just thought it would be a good idea to stay out of sight for a second." You nod, glad that someone else is on it for once. You can't help but enjoy your surroundings though. You've never been on a plane before, but you're convinced that it can't replicate relaxing in the frothy cotton blanket you're currently sitting in. Interestingly, the clouds can't seem to penetrate the bubble. Your attention goes back to the bus driver as she clears her throat. "So, should I continue calling you sign guy or gun guy?""Marco is fine." She beams."That's a good name. I'm a sucker for cool names. Mine's Ellie. I know, I know, it's a little kid-sounding, but I prefer the nickname to Eleanor.""No, that's a nice name. It's a much better nickname than what I ended up with." Ellie grins at you as she takes off her hi-vis vest and tosses it away from her within the bubble, getting more comfortable. You lean back and try to follow her example."Now you have to tell me.""Cheesehead." She snorts."Yeah, that's not real. How did anyone get to that?""Okay, follow this. My full name is Marco Rohni. Marco Rohni quickly became Macaroni. Macaroni became Mac. It should've stopped there. I liked Mac, but then this moron named Bruce Johnson came around and started bullying me. Mac became Mac n' Cheese. And that became, well..." Ellie starts to giggle, patting her knee a few times."Wow. That must've sucked as a kid, but that's a great story." She repositions herself so she's sitting with her legs criss-crossed.
>>6332282"You've got an awesome power, by the way. Shapeshifting, right?" You glance at your gun-hand, unsure if you want to turn it back to your hand just yet."I think it's a little more involved than that, but essentially, yeah." You motion around yourself. "This bubble is dope too. Again, I cannot tell you enough how grateful I am that you saved me." She smiles."Hey, don't mention it. This psychic stuff really makes you feel like a superhero. You actually looked like a superhero out on the road, blocking those bullets like that. But that was crazy. You're a crazy superhero.""You know what's crazier? I'm pretty sure I was fully unconscious the whole time. I don't remember a single thing before the bus was in the bubble. I can't recall even making my hand into the sign.""Really? Were you unconscious when you made that gun?" You shake your head."Nope. That time I had to figure out how my powers worked.""And that's how you got that black eye?""Bingo.""That rocks. Like a battle scar, except a little lamer." This girl has an... interesting way of saying things.>ASK HER ABOUT HERSELF. You may as well get to know a fellow new psychic better.>ASK HER TO DROP YOU OFF. This has been fun, but you've got places to be. (requires Write-In [for location])>CALL SOMEONE. Someone should know that you're okay. (requires Write-In)>WRITE-IN.
Sorry for the huge unannounced hiatus... there's a reason I write this minimum wage job hating story. We're back on, but the next few updates may not have any images, since I'll be travelling. The quest goes on!
>>6332283>>ASK HER ABOUT HERSELF. You may as well get to know a fellow new psychic better.Post rythm is fine.
>>63322842ish days isn't the worst hiatus. Don't sweat it. You ever considered a Patreon or something? You have some serious talent.>>6332283>ASK HER ABOUT HERSELFSo, ih, you got a boyfriend, huh? I may have accidnetalky had some sort of unconscious conversation with you while I was passed out...
>>6332283>ASK HER ABOUT HERSELF. You may as well get to know a fellow new psychic better.
>>6332283>>WRITE-IN: ASK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENNED WHEN I WENT ALL SUPERHERO AND "UNCONSCIOUS">>ASK HER ABOUT HERSELF. You may as well get to know a fellow new psychic better.
>>6332295If you've ever read my older quests, you'll know that 2 days turns into a freshly flaked quest much too easily... I've been happy with how well I've been keeping myself on track with MWQ, but sometimes? You just have two back to back awful shifts and can't go near a computer for a second.As for where you can support me, I take tips on Ko-fi (https://ko-fi.com/baneofjustin) as well as commissions! I don't really believe in paywalling any of my stuff (I can't be fucked to police it). I'm also planning on adapting this to other social medias. It's @baneofjustin on pretty much everything.
"Hey, so." You get precisely two words out before Ellie lets out a pfft. You scrunch your face. "What?""Sorry, you're okay. It's just that nothing good ever starts with 'hey so'. At the station, a few of us drivers have a 'hey so' tally of stupid shit that customers would ask us or let us know. Like, 'hey so someone is peeing down the aisle' or 'hey so have you seen my phone? I think someone stole it'. It's never anything good, like 'hey so you drove so good' or 'hey so I'm naming my child after you'. Keep going, ignore me.""So... I'll be honest. Remember when I was unconscious?" Ellie nods. "That entire time, I think I was dreaming. Like, I woke up after you'd been driving for hours, and I was talking to you while you were filling up the bus." Her eyes go wide again, her expression unreadable."You had... a dream—psychic dream—about me?""Well, I don't know if I would say it was completely about you, but you were a significant part of it. And... well, it was a dream, so I guess it's not the worst thing, but I was kinda snooping around your seat during the dream.""What did you see?""You had a new text message and there was a photograph. It was you with another guy, just a little bit taller than me? He had your skin tone, curly hair faded down...""Did he have a shirt with five circles overlapping?""Yeah. Is that someone you know?" She exhales."That's— why would you see that photograph?" You shrug."There was a lot of imagery in my dream I still don't really get. Reversing gas, disappearing people... I got sucked into my cell phone and I think I watched some boxer kill someone." Her indistinct expression is replaced by one of surprise."Well, do you have any ideas? Is it telling you that there's something bad about him?""I... I don't think so. I really don't have any ideas about it; I just thought he was your boyfriend or something." Surprise turns to mirth, and Ellie starts to laugh."I don't think that's true. Pretty sure you saw my half brother. I don't have a boyfriend.""Ah. Good to know." Good to know? What are you doing? "But that is weird. Do you have that photo on you?" She shakes her head, frowning."No, but I knew exactly what you were talking about when you brought it up. That's what scared me." She gives the moon a sad glance. You feel it best to change the subject."Do you happen to remember exactly what happened when I was unconscious, you know, when I was bashing bullets?" Your hands whiff at imaginary bullets as you ask. She smiles, but the smile fades a bit as she recalls the prior moment.
>>6332719"Well. We had just gotten on the bridge when suddenly the cars behind us started to swerve and crash. Then that van emerged from behind and started to shoot at the bus. I immediately slammed the pedal and tried to lose them. I'm freaking out since they're catching up, and I'm scanning every mirror like it's gonna offer me a new clue. That's when I see you getting up and opening the window. And I'm screaming at you, 'get the hell down! you're gonna get yourself killed!'" She giggles. "I guess you couldn't hear that. Then your hand started to change into that sign. I'm actually shocked that I managed to not crash into anyone in front of me, because my eyes were locked onto your hand. I said your power was cool, but it's gross as hell. Then I guess they started aiming at you instead of at the bus. I couldn't really see it, but I could hear the shots riccocheting off your sign-hand. And here you are, bullet hole free. Then that guy pulled you in. At this point, they managed to catch up, and they had this... this loud chanting." Her eyes flutter a bit from reminiscing the sound. "I could tell I was about to pass out. So I panicked and blew a bubble around the bus before I did. That's about it. Then I wake up and you grab me and we jump to our deaths." She gives you a sideways smile. You can't help but let out an embarassed chuckle. If you hadn't been LUCKY..."Uh, yeah. Sorry I caused you so much trouble. Superhero is a really uh, glass-half-full way of looking at it." She just looks at you, her smile unmoving."I can't really explain it, but ever since I found out I could do this bubble thing... I started to realize things. About the future. It's like I could see that there was danger ahead. But I wasn't scared, y'know? Like it was just a fact. Just a few minutes ago, I was looking down at my bus that I'd driven for a year, sunken in the water. I felt like I should be mad or upset or something, but I'd already gotten over it. Isn't that weird?" You're not really sure what to say."That is definitely weird. But... I think I get it? Like, it's almost like nothing matters as long as you're alive?" Ellie's eyes widen."Y-Yeah. God, that is terrifying. So is that a psychic thing?""I don't know. I guess.""Man. Imagine having this but not having any morals. You'd just do whatever cruel thing popped into your head." This thought is apparently scary to you both, and you sit there in silence for a second. It quickly becomes too awkward for her to keep up. "I should probably answer for my bus. Can I drop you off somewhere nearby?">MS. WIZ. Your intended destination.>STUDIO APARTMENT. Your plans have been derailed enough, time to head back home.>CALL SOMEONE. Maybe you should stay with someone else tonight. (requires Write-In)>WRITE-IN.
>>6332720>MS. WIZ. Your intended destination.The goonsquad knows about our apartment, and we have nowhere else to go.>CALL FRED. Let him know you survived and found another psychic.
>>6332720>MS. WIZ. Your intended destination.
>>6332720>>6332772 +1
>>6332720>>MS. WIZ. Your intended destination.
"Is Collins nearby? Collins and Shiloh?" Ellie scans the city rooftops for landmarks that would let her know where she is. You marvel at her navigational capabilities; you've never owned a car or anything but you walk with Voogol Maps like it's nobody's business. She doesn't even reach for her phone before she points to an intersection."Collins and Shiloh," she states. "I'll fly us over." The bubble suddenly soars backwards, and you fly headfirst into Ellie's arms as the bubble skids to a stop in the air. You hastily pull yourself off her, your face flushed. She stares back at you apologetically with bright cheeks, her foundation now slightly off-color to her red face. "Sorry... still figuring some of this stuff out." The bubble slowly builds up speed and flies to your destination....It's quiet when you get to the street. You have Ellie drop you off a ways off Collins, just to avoid attracting attention. The bubble gingerly lands on the ground and starts to fade away as you get up. Ellie stretches, her back popping a few times before she reaches for her cellphone."We should stay in touch for... psychic... purposes..." She smiles at you and keeps eye contact. You offer a nervous smile and reach for your own phone, exchanging it with hers. She quickly types her number into your phone and personalizes her contact info. She even set the name to her full name and added "Ellie" as a nickname. Finally, she holds your phone in the air, taking a selfie and setting it as the photo. You almost forget you have to put your number in her phone and hastily do so. You try to match her energy and take a picture of yourself, but the exposure to the night air causes you to sneeze at an inopportune time. You're about to correct it when she snatches the phone from you, grinning ear to ear. "No, no. That's perfect."
>>6333903Ellie stands there a moment, smiling down at her phone, but you watch as the smile wanes into one of confusion."You said someone sent me a text in your dream?" You nod. She turns her phone screen to you. One text message was received a few minutes ago. It's from an unknown number."What's it say?" She clicks the notification. The text simply reads: "hi is this eleanor". It's kind of anticlimactic. You glance over at Ellie; her face is expressionless save for surprise. It's almost like she knows something you don't, or at least feels something that you don't."I'm debating if I should respond or not." You're thinking the same thing. On one hand, you DID have a psychic dream about her and she did have one text. But on the other, you never did see what the text said in your dream. You'd hate to make her worry about something that could in all honesty just be an innocuous text. But then again... She looks over at you and forces a smile. "I'll figure this out later. You've got more on your plate than I do right now." You nod."We can talk about it later," you offer. A genuine smile replaces the forced one."I'll hold you to that. See you later, Marco." With one last look at you (longer than you would've expected), she puffs her cheeks, the bubble appearing around her once again, and takes off, waving at you from the sky until she disappears into the clouds. You feel your heart quiver in that weird way it does sometimes, though it hasn't really done that since college. You clear your throat and look back to her contact photo.
>>6333905You notice that you have a few notifications... oh God. You have five missed calls from Fred. Shit, shit, shit. You hit redial."Oh my God, give me a moment. Hello?? Marco??""Fred?""Marco, I am so sorry. I've been beating myself up over this all night, but I am so so sorry.""Calm down. What are you sorry for?""I should've helped you the second you called me from your apartment. It's just... well, it's date night, and I was hoping you could... kinda sorta handle it on your own? I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking. You're my associate, I'm responsible for you—""Fred, chill out. I am fine. I'm alive.""Yes, that is such a relief to hear. You scared me when you were talking in my head earlier, I dropped my pasta directly on my— not important. How did you even do that?""I was dreaming, and I called you. I'm pretty sure it was a psychic dream.""That makes sense. This happens a lot with new psychics; you'll probably get a few of those until you learn to control it." You groan."Fuck me. Those suck." You really don't want to sit through another one of them. It's much too confusing and you're already on page 3."Can you catch me up?"..."Wow. It's hard to believe all that happened over the course of an hour. Brothers Seville, huh? Haven't heard of them. But great that you met a new psychic!""Yeah. She's cool; I wouldn't be alive right now if it weren't for her. She's got some stuff to deal with, so she left a while ago." Your neck feels warm."So where are you now?""Well, I thought it would be a good idea to go to my sister's business.""Why? Are you gonna ask your sister for help?""Uh, well... not exactly. I was kinda just gonna snoop around and hide from the Three Stooges for a second." A brief silence."Is that... really a good idea? Marco, you just had someone place a psychic hit on you. I don't know who you can or cannot trust right now. I'm glad you're okay, but I think it might be for the best if you stayed the night at my place.">GO TO FRED'S HOUSE. He raises a good point. (end quest: MS. WIZ)>GO TO MS. WIZ. You have a goal, and by God, you'll reach it.
>>6333903Oh no, she's cute.>>6333906>GO TO MS. WIZ. You have a goal, and by God, you'll reach it.It is very important that we prove to our sister that we are actually very much important and not a failure, first.
>>6333906>GO TO MS. WIZ. You have a goal, and by God, you'll reach it.ONWARD!!!!
>>6333906>GO TO MS. WIZ. You have a goal, and by God, you'll reach it.I want that ex-pee>>6333984Always was. Not as much as Glasses though.
>>6333906>>GO TO MS. WIZ. You have a goal, and by God, you'll reach it.
>>6333906>GO TO MS. WIZ. You have a goal, and by God, you'll reach it.
"Freddie—""Watch it.""Fred, I'm bound and determined to get to my sister's shop. You might not get it, but this is something I have to do. This is important.""...you just said that you were just gonna— Marco, are you sure?""Yep.""Okay. Please stay alive.""Will do." You end the call. Even if Fred isn't very confident in your choice, you find yourself even more determined to continue onwards. After walking for a bit, the strange Ms. Wiz logo enters your field of vision. You've made it to your sister's shop. The street is empty, save your sister's car in front of the store. Ms. Wiz is closed, but there's a light on in the second floor window. Someone's definitely home. Meanwhile, you have nothing on you besides your phone and wallet, seeing as your bag got left in the bus. How should you play this?>KNOCK. You're entering through no other door than the front.>SNEAK. You'd rather get in unnoticed. (requires Write-In [location+method]) (requires roll)>DISTRACT. If only you could get her out of the building... (requires Write-In [method]) (requires roll)>WRITE-IN.
>>6334271>SNEAK. You'd rather get in unnoticed. (requires Write-In [location+method]) (requires roll)I'm open to methods. The best I can think of is to turn our hand into something long and strong enough to then use our spoon-bending to turn into a hook, and use that to haul our ass up.
>>6334271>SneakDo we know her good enough to know the location of a spare key or something?Also, didn't bounced on Fred's date night. Curious what she is looking like.Are his hoes finer than ours?
>>6334271>>6334284+1 to this. There's gotta be a hide-a-key we know of, right?
>>6334284Yeah, I can back this approach.
>>6334284+1This is feasible.
Rolled 2 (1d6)Alright, looks like>SNEAK. Doormat key?wins it.Forgot to mention this earlier (>>6331018) but>Rolling the max value for luck adds a point to your Luck Stat.Your LUCK increases to 6!Rolling for LUCK...
PLAYERS, please roll me 1d100 - 2 (PROSPERITY malus) + 2 (LUCK bonus) + 6 (INTELLIGENCE bonus)dice+1d100+6
Rolled 96 + 6 (1d100 + 6)>>6335026Spin
Rolled 98 + 6 (1d100 + 6)>>6335026ROLLAN
Rolled 7 + 6 (1d100 + 6)>>6335026Heh... watch and learn
Your mom always kept a spare key under the mat at home. Seeing as your sister wanted to be so much like your mother, you don't doubt if— aha!
>>6335046You slowly turn the key in the lock, pins shifting to allow entry through the dark oak door. As you make your way in, a cacophony of flowery and fruity scents flood your nostrils. Your eyes water a little; you nearly forgot that Ms. Wiz is a soap shop. You start to recollect how this whole thing started.About 6 years ago, your sister was attending Portston University, one of the nicer ivy league colleges on the East Coast. She'd gotten into making soaps for fun, and she got really into it. Joy was not an emotion that you remember your sister often expressing, but when she came back home and started showing off her soaps to your parents, she looked so incredibly happy. That was the happiest you'd ever seen her. Your parents weren't so sure, but after she graduated, she and two of her friends (that you've never had the pleasure of meeting) started up a small custom soap business. That became Ms. Wiz.You take in just how big and fancy this place looks. If BANE didn't have to go to work in 3 minutes, you'd have expected a nice long shot of the store. You need to focus. What's the plan?>CONFRONT YOUR SISTER. You've got some words for her. (requires Write-In)>WRECK THE STORE. Fuck these soaps. How is she selling thousands of these things??>INVESTIGATE THE STORE. Maybe she's up to no good. (requires Write-In)>CALL SOMEONE. You need a second opinion. (requires Write-In)
>>6335050>INVESTIGATE THE STORE. Maybe she's up to no good. (requires Write-In)I mean...I guess I'd suggest searching the cash register/work area first for any notes or important stuff. Couldn't hurt to check out the back rooms or the office if there is one.
>>6335050>INVESTIGATE THE STORE. Maybe she's up to no good. (requires Write-In)Roam around, taking in a nice long shot of the... uh... a nice long look at the store. For no reason.
>>6335050>INVESTIGATE THE STORE. Maybe she's up to no good. (requires Write-In)Snoop.
>>6335050>>WRECK THE STORE. Fuck these soaps. How is she selling thousands of these things??
>>6335050>INVESTIGATE THE STORE. Maybe she's up to no good. (requires Write-In)Snoop Doooggg
You are sort of captivated by the sheer amount of soaps, shampoos, body washes, and cleaning supplies this store has. The marketing materials on the shelves boast of Ms. Wiz's dedication to a cleaner world, and every product is made with recycled materials and environmentally friendly chemicals. Some of this plastic packaging is biodegradable too. You guess you just never know how deep into the soap business your sister is. Maybe it's just the propaganda, but you actually believe all this. Or at least, you have no reason to believe this stuff isn't true.What baffles you is that everyone who shops here only has good things to say about it. The last time you bothered to check her Voogol business page, Ms. Wiz was an unshakeable five stars. Every review was five stars. Specific reviews aren't coming to mind, but you recall nothing but glowing, almost reverent reviews. Ms. Wiz products were so good that people were buying tons. You know that's nothing new, but you found the lack of even one four star review suspicious. And upon looking and smelling these soaps, you can deduce no difference from a $1 bar of soap at a supermarket.You feel personally weirded out by this. You're not a Wiz-head, but you like soap more than the average person; you're a mild clean freak after all. Nothing here is screaming premium soap at all. You can definitely smell the coconut oils and the lye; this is real soap for sure. But everything is... just so basic. No one gave this a 3 star thinking this was more premium? NO ONE was unsatisfied? You feel like leaving a 1 star just for fun.With your suspicions raised, you continue to explore the rest of the store. You even deodorize yourself with one of the display soaps. Take that, big sister. You really needed that though, you can still smell the gunpowder on your hand and the saltwater that had flecked onto your skin. You smell like Tropical Delight. Meh... you're more of a baked goods scent guy.
>>6335567You check out the cash register. Hmm. POS pin... uh.... 2 0 0 0. Ka ching. Of course it's her birth year. Your sister was never very creative. You're pretty sure that's the biggest reason her success is so surprising to you. She was crazy smart, crazy talented, but not a creative bone in her body. Even her soaps were basic— still basic! Anyway, money! Or lack of it. There's nothing in the register. The cash tray is already out. You guess that whoever's on the top floor is counting the till. You don't see any stairs anywhere in this room, so you imagine the only way to get up there is through the backroom. As you peer through the ajar backroom door, you suddenly hear muffled conversation. Maybe there's more than one person in here?>SNEAK IN. Maybe you'll get some dirt on her this way. (requires roll)>MAKE NOISE. You want whoever's up there to get down here now.>CALL SOMEONE. You might need some reinforcements.>WRITE-IN.
>>6335569>>SNEAK IN. Maybe you'll get some dirt on her this way. (requires roll)This is a sneaking mission indeed
>>6335569>SNEAK IN. Maybe you'll get some dirt on her this way. (requires roll)
>>6335569>SNEAK IN. Maybe you'll get some dirt on her this way. (requires roll)Sibling beef do be like that, right?
Rolled 1 (1d6)Okey doke.>SNEAK IN. Maybe you'll get some dirt on her this way. (requires roll)Rolling for luck...
>>6335895Ahem. PLAYERS, if I could have you roll 1d100 - 2 (P malus) + 1 (L bonus) + 3 (A bonus)dice+1d100+2
Rolled 19 + 2 (1d100 + 2)>>6335898HANG ONTA SOMETHIIIING
Rolled 12 + 2 (1d100 + 2)>>6335898
Rolled 87 + 2 (1d100 + 2)>>6335898Check this 102 with a 2% margin of error.
>>6335925Well, you didn't hit your mark, but you're still our best roll.
You slowly make your way into the backroom. You're greeted by dozens of steel machines, big and small, all for different soapmaking purposes. It's pretty clean back here, but you don't let her have the credit; she makes SOAP after all. Looking up, there doesn't SEEM to be a second floor. The backroom has a two-story high ceiling. It's not until you turn around that you notice the stairs to your left and realize that the manager's office is situated directly above the sales floor. You try your best to walk carefully on the metal steps and manage to get to the top without making too much noise (your phone decided to fall out of your pocket when you got to the top, but you caught it before it bounced all the way down the stairs).There are two doors: the office and the bathroom. A young woman's shivering voice eminates from the office. You swiftly tip-toe closer to the door."B-B-Babe, I don't know about t-this. Maybe I should've—""Look, just focus on warming up. Wrap that towel tighter." Another woman. You'd know that authoratative voice anywhere."T-Thank you..." She sniffles. "Do you think Mikey's—""Mikey will be fine, love." Your sister exhales. "What a mess. How are you feeling?""A lot better. Your clothes don't really fit me very well though.""Well, I'm liking what I'm seeing anyway. Gives me a few more ideas on how to warm you up.""Babe..." The voice is dismissive, but not disapproving."Just a suggestion." There's a brief silence. "I didn't think there would be that many cops at the hospital. Thank God they didn't question us.""I mean, we didn't do anything wrong. What would've been the harm?""Well... I just don't think it's a good idea to involve ourselves with the police. From a business point of view.""I g-guess so. Hang on, I have to pee." FUCK. What now?>MAKE AN ENTRANCE. Here's Marco!>HIDE HIDE HIDE. There's no point in you getting found out now. (requires Write-In) (requires roll)>STAY STILL. Maybe she'll just head straight for the bathroom; you're not in the direct path, anyhow. (requires roll)>LEAVE THE STORE. You've gotten everything you need to from here. (requires roll)>WRITE-IN.
>>6336304>HIDE HIDE HIDE. There's no point in you getting found out now. (requires Write-In) (requires roll)Around the corner or something.
>>6336304>MAKE AN ENTRANCE. Here's Marco!We just wanted to dig up fun dirt on a sibling before we asked to crash here. This, uh, seems serious.
>>6336304>>HIDE HIDE HIDE. There's no point in you getting found out now. (requires Write-In) (requires roll)Hide behind the door!
>>6336304Is it... Glasses from the bus crash?>MAKE AN ENTRANCE. Here's Marco!Sup sis an unnamed Hoe.
>>6336304>MAKE AN ENTRANCE. Here's Marco!BOLD AND BRASH
>>6336304>MAKE AN ENTRANCE. Here's Marco!
Locked in for>MAKE AN ENTRANCE. Here's Marco!I'll update tomorrow, these past few were hectic!
>>6337681"What the hell is going on here?" In the split second that you burst into the room, staring at your sister's freckled face for the first time in years while the door swings open in slow motion, you quickly take in a few key things. The missing till from earlier sits perpendicular to the keyboard attached to the All-In-One Personal Computer on a cheap faux-oak desk. The off-white walls are clean, no thumbtack holes or anything. For a moment, you're surprised. You've never had a job where the office wasn't wall to wall with old workplace graphics, calendars, notices, and the like. There's nothing on the wall, save a framed printout of an article. It reads "Peppa Rohni Knows Soap: 'Everyone Deserves Luxury'" You feel the corners of your mouth extend downward. The brief period of slow-mo ends as your sister's annoyingly shrill shriek shatters your poor eardrums."MARCO??? What the fuck are you--" Peppa's face starts out a familiar tomato red (many nights were spent fighting each other and yelling bitch and bastard; you can't ever forget that face), but it instantly pales. Her eyes dart to whom you assume is her girlfriend, then back to you with a sharp glare. "Don't you DARE try and kill me Marco, I don't give a FUCK what--""Kill you?? What the hell are y--""STOP TALKING!!! I swear to God, Marco--""Don't tell me to stop talking, you bitch, let me explain--""And DO NOT call your sister a bitch, you bastard!""Bitch.""Bastard.""Bitch!""Bastard!" Okay, this isn't going anywhere. You tilt your head to get a better look at her girlfriend, who is still shivering and gripping Peppa's side. You squint. Is... is that..? You point your index at her, recollecting. The tomato red face returns as your sister swings her arms out to her sides in attempt to block her four-eyed partner. "NOT A FUCKING CHANCE! If you take one more fucking step--""W-Wait, you're the guy from the bus!" You all look at the girl in glasses. "I didn't-- this is your brother? You're Marco?" It is the same girl from the bus. Holy shit, no wonder she's shivering. You're surprised she's still alive after that. From the sound of it, that guy with rosacea is alive too, but in the hospital."Yeah." Your sister worriedly looks back and forth between you and her girlfriend."What guy? The crazy guy that jumped out the window?""He just op-p-pened the window. His sign was a hand." Peppa looks at your hands. They're both normal. Woah. You didn't actually turn your gun-hand back into your hand-hand. You imagine there is some limit to your power that you haven't figured out yet, but you're kind of glad that you didn't force your way into the room with a gun-hand. "I t-think he was trying to defend us from the attack."
>>6338531"Your hand was a sign?" You've never seen this look on your sister's face before. You can't even begin to describe what emotion it is. It's kind of funny."Yeah.""It's not a sign now.""Nope.""Turn it into a sign." Bossy as ever. You're terrified that one day this girl will become president. "Not how that works. Are you going to introduce me?" She squints her eyes at you."Honey, this is my baby brother Gianmarco. Marco, Jeannie." Jeannie and you nod at each other simultaneously. "Okay, if you're not here to kill us, what are you doing here?""Why do you think I'm trying to kill you?""You broke into my store. My LOCKED store.""Maybe don't leave your key under the mat if you don't want--" Peppa winces as Jeannie groans."I t-told you not to do that anymore!" Your sibling gives you the I'm-going-to-kill-you-later look before sheepishly turning to her girlfriend."It's just force of habit! Nothing bad happened, he's just dicking around! I'm sorry babe, are you mad at me?" Jeannie crosses her arms. You're now acutely aware of who wears the pants in the relationship."We can talk about it l-later. I really do need to um, go. Nice to meet you, Marco." You step out of the way so she can go to the restroom."She's nice.""What the fuck do you want, Marco?"There's a lot you could say. Choose TWO (2). >CRASH. Hey I need to stay here. People are trying to kill me.>PRESS. What happened to you guys?>SOAP. What's your secret?>MOM. I called her a little while ago...>PSYCHIC. I have some incredible news.>WRITE-IN.
>>6338532>PSYCHIC. I have some incredible news.>PRYSo... That cutie, Glasses... Is she your girl friend or your girlfriend?
>>6338532>PRESS. What happened to you guys?>SOAP. What's your secret?
>>6338532>MOM. I called her a little while ago...>CRASH. Hey I need to stay here. People are trying to kill me.
>>6338532>PRESS>PSYCHIC
>>6338545I think their relationship is pretty obvious, anon. They were flirting earlier, and Peppa just called Jeannie "babe.">>6338532>PSYCHIC>CRASH
>>6338532>PRESS. What happened to you guys?>PSYCHIC. I have some incredible news.
>>6338532>CRASH. Hey I need to stay here. People are trying to kill me.>PRESS. What happened to you guys?
