The Archive:Meguca Royale: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=meguca+royaleFatale Albion: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=fatale+albionI'll just call it 'Clover and Friends and Hermione' until Miharu comes up with a cool name: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Madoka%20Magica%20Rising:%20RevengeanceWarning:Madoka Magica spoilers. Do NOT read any of this if you haven't watched the original anime series. If little girls in frilly suits shooting pink lasers give you cringe, fucking swallow it and watch it you weak-ass motherfucker. It has great moral values. Suck it up.And if you still have balls left, read Magia Record.And if you still draw breath, play Magia Exedra and farm Cristalis for me.INTRO (don’t skip this)◕ Meguca Royale is a fixed multiplayer quest based on Puella Magi Madoka Magica. We will not be using famous vTuber characters as stand-ins for NPC Magical Girls, except maybe for Salome because I grew too attached.◕ Candidates will pitch in their character ideas following the format below and we'll pick, together, the three players for this quest. If you intend to give this a go, consider that joining this quest would be a responsibility. If you don't have the time or energy, you can always just sit back and enjoy lurking.◕ The story follows Kano Yazaki, a nordic obese man who spent his days jacking off to magical girl hentai at his sister's garage. One day, he met an actual, wounded Magical Girl- and learning about their world terrified him. Decided to completely change his life around, Kano is dead set on proving that the magic his videos show on Twitter isn't AI generated CGI and goes around doing interviews, leaving only his weight behind on his travels. However, his life takes yet another unexpected twist when he discovers that some people use the wishes of Magical Girls for their own benefit.◕ Altough multiplayer, this quest is designed to continue despite the lack of input from all players. Because of capitalism, this quest will likely update at irregular intervals.
STUFF (you can skip this)◕ A few notes on narrative: Players are the consciousness of their character. Me, on the other hand, am the african american magical lamp peddler in charge of the /subconscious/ of the characters. This means that if for some reason you say ‘fuck it’ and decide to go full yuri menhera on an npc your character /will/ have to roll against the fear of being rejected.Unless it’s Lucinda (but, she ain't here! Isn't she?).Try not to build on top of the assumption that things are going to happen like you think they will: face everything as if poking strange, alien machinery. Red-eyed.To keep with tradition, I'll use "Punching Jimena in the face" to illustrate my point: don't assume that she won't bend her face sideways to avoid it.◕ You can find the mechanics related to chargen in the document attached. Just pause a lot.◕ FAQ:Q: How does this multiplayer quest thing work?A: Pretty much like every other quest or even like every other Dungeons and Dragons campaign, but with more Magical Girls and more bullshit overall. I post something in which a situation is presented. The players of the characters involved come up with an action. We negotiate the rolls involved. The players roll, Lucinda pops some balloons with her scythe, and then I present to you the aftermath. Like in D&D there are stats involved for every type of action, with a few more that come with the setting.Q: Is Osaka ever coming back? Will we ever find out what the fuck was that thing Rin turnet into?A: i dunnoQ: Buenos Aires. Osaka. Mini. I'm so curious about how you gonna drop the quest this time, like totally willing to invest myself in your autism. Your long-term-turbo-loli-fanfics have devolved into just turbo-loli-fanfics with meaningless world building and actions without consequences. Eat shit.A: fuck you bitch ass fuckers asshole ill fuck your mom ass face fucker ill beat your ass motherfucker fuckface fight me 1v1 bthich (in smash bros ultimate because you'll beat my ass otherwise)Q: Last time, it was six months. This time, it was a whole-ass year. Should I just treat this quest as a one-shot and write the end of BA myself? I even forgot the plot.A: hey it ain't easyQ: Will the Mental Condiitons document from BA ever be relevant? Even after all these years?A: yeah you just gotta believe, it aint that hard!Q: Bigguca is coming back.A: why do you think I even write theseQ: What happens if a player drops because life/got bored/etc?A: The character they were playing becomes an NPC until they come back if they ever do.Q: I miss playing with my guca.A: i'm honestly sorry you feel that wayQ: I jack off to megucas.A: Hey, I won't judge; I'm into maids myself, with the exception of Rabi Himuro. But, we don't do that here. Right off the bat, I'll have to disappoint my fellow coomer brethren, since I can't see magical girls like that at all. We do a lot of handholding here though!
CHARGEN (if you want to play):◕ In Madoka Magica, normal girls are offered the opportunity to make a wish, any wish, in exchange of becoming a Magical Girl that has to fight Witches. Besides your stats and background, you get to choose what your character wished for. A Magical Girl's powers are related to the nature of their wish; players don't get to choose the power directly.◕ Participants from Fatale Albion or Clover and Friends and Hermione are banned! And yes; this includes their runners- focus on your quests, you two! Fresh meat more than welcome, and so are old players from previous quests.◕ The format for the request will be as following:-Name: (Write your shameless little girl self-insert name here.)-Appareance: (Write how your weird-ass menhera will look like. clothing descriptions are more than welcome.)-Quirks: (Give her a little personality here. Examples are very welcome. This space is vague intentionally; just write what comes to mind. Feel free to be extense, but beware: simplicity has power.)-Stats: (You get 14 points to spend however you like, distributed amongst these stats, with each stat capping at 5. Every stat starts at 1.)£ Physical Affinity: Your influence on the physical world. How much you can manipulate it.λ Magical Affinity: Your magical influence. How much you can do with yours.彡 Dexterity: Your precision and speed.メ Perception: How much information you can garner from your senses.⸫ Wisdom: How you use information to understand others.π Intelligence: How you use information to pull out some bullshit I have to spend five hours googling to either justify or refute, and yes I'm talking about you Erika.ღ Charisma: How much you know about how to convince others by presentation alone.φ Mind: Your composure. How vulnerable you are to fear and despair.Ω Constitution: Your physical composure. Because a strong mind is nothing without a body to sustain it.-Wish: (The single most important part of anyone. Completely context-dependant.)Also, a drawing of your character would be nice! Don't worry, every character is a rip-off always.◕ This time, the chargen comes with some specific restrictions:-Age has to be between 11 and 13.-Must like an animal. Insects are ok too.◕ And unlike in previous quest, there will be a secret twist to this procedure this time...◕ Nobody ever cares about this, but fair warning: I henceforth reserve the right of using your character later on in this series should I please with or without your permission./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Thread open!
>>6327839Oh HOWL yes! Always good to see the Meguca Royale disease spread. I'll be keeping an eye on this one!For prospective players: this shit is fun. Definitely sign up
>>6327839Last time, it was six months. This time, it was a whole-ass year. Should I just treat this quest as a one-shot and write the end of BA myself? I even forgot the plot.
but more seriouslywhat the fuuuuuuck we're so fucking backthis guy is the author of peak fictionhis stuff is why life is worth living and words are worth reading, just to be able to experience the pure heights of kinono pressure holding up to that praise :P
>>6327829Holy shit. The progenitor himself has returned to give us peak fiction.>A: hey it ain't easyYou can say that again.I will now return to the Cursed Land of Albion. Good luck everyone, you'll need it!
-Name: Kuruumi Fubuka-Appearance: literally clownpiece, uses magic to turn herself blonde-Quirks: spacey little autist that is constantly humming or singing to herself. cheerful. likes geese for their cute honks and visits them in the park often.-Stats: £ Physical Affinity: 2λ Magical Affinity: 1彡 Dexterity: 3メ Perception: 2 ? Wisdom: 1 π Intelligence: 1ღ Charisma: 3 φ Mind: 5Ω Constitution: 5 (eagle screech)-Wish: I wish I could go to America!
>>6327836>A: hey it ain't easyI feel that one with my soul (which is currently angry at my brain/itself for being one week into the latest "daily" update for my quest with zero words written.)>Q: I miss playing with my guca.I want to say I do, because Ii still think about Buenos Aires a fair bit, but then I realize if it somehow comes back I need to reread everything I'd missed plus the previous quest for background on...Hush, was it? And considering how I'm doing these days, it would take ages.But it's good to see you around QM, and in presumably in good enough health to launch yourself at this again. Though guessing that means your dreams of employment have been crushed again?
>>6328293cute and valid! but>uses magic to turn herself blondemagical girls don't get to pick their magical powers since those are a consequence of their wishes. maybe she's just a natural blondie?>>6328001>>6328280>peak fiction>a multi trillionaire who is desperately trying to create the perfect dildo>vTubers>mammoth that purrsnaah! im just fucking around and having fun like any of you. the hype is appreciated though!>>6327840desu like for real, it feels so weird that we have like three threads now>>6328305>but then I realize if it somehow comes back I need to reread everythingas someone who takes details and continuity dead seriously, this haunts me as well>I feel that one with my souldon't be too angry at your brain; you may be using it too much. im often so burned out from my job that writing becomes hard>Though guessing that means your dreams of employment have been crushed again?nyeth! i'm already two solid years into my job and going steady, which is why i'm daring to write one of these again. i may not have the same time and energy as before, but let's see what i can do with what i can spareand im actually super happy to see you popping up, emmanon. i recall the quest was hard to read for you because of how i write, but you stuck till the end despite it all
>>6328310Sure, I thought I remembered someone changing their eye color in the show but that was infinity years ago that I watched it.
>>6328310Well, well, well, if it isn't my second most favorite argentinian in the world. There are a few things taking my attention nowadays but I might cook you up a meguca if needed, just for old times' sake.
>>6328334did the fucking secure trips get remixed? goddammit
>>6328325hey if you can find the source i'll suck it up and make it a standard power for everyone. that wasn't a general ability as far as I know>>6328334lmao so im happy to still see the jime even after so long. you are totally more than welcome to guca, encouraged even. i never finished ba after all
>>6327839Name: Ellie TeegardenAppearance: Nordic as fu-ehem, unnaturally pale due to her star's low luminosity. Pitch black hair. Big eyes with bigger sunglasses because hot damn the sun is beautiful but damn if it's not bright. Fashioned the suit(Sokol-1) of an unknown, lost cosmonaut into a sort of dress to go above her sci-fi plugsuit, making her look a weeb. She has a sachel with memorabilia from other planets, it's mostly rocks.Quirks: Alien(Ayy Lmao) from Teegarden's Star b. Loves BIG suns, since the one back home is a wittle red star that makes her think of almost all stars as BIG suns. Learned the languages of the Earth from the Voyager probe. Has a sweet tooth. A bit sad all planets so far were lifeless or had just microbes, Earth is her first with complex life. Likes tardigrades. Liked gardening in her homesietch and has some seeds and mushroom spores with her, waiting for the right Ph and moisture.£ Physical Affinity: 3λ Magical Affinity: 5彡 Dexterity: 2メ Perception: 3? Wisdom: 1π Intelligence: 3ღ Charisma: 2φ Mind: 3Ω Constitution: 1-Wish: I wish to travel the stars!good to see you back.
>>6328494hmmm, thing about this one is that you are already assuming her actual wish got granted and that it worked as intended. this is interesting because I never thought to ask if the new gucas are newbies or already fully fledged and in the later stages of their life lawl, that was always something that was decided afterwardsbut, i'm willing to work with this one- as long as we go from the point were she just asked her wish. she didn't travel the stars yet; all we have yet is her overall characteristics. and am gonna need a LOT of context for Ellie, cause i'd be fucked if I thought we were gonna have an actual fucking guca alien lmao (WHICH ARE ACTUALLY CANON, SRSLY). so; where does Ellie come from? how come she looks like a human? what does she eat? how does her planet work? and most importantly to me: how is her personality? just bring in all the data. you got your work cut for you anon ayy lmaoaltough after giving it some thought, you can leave all or some of the space bullshit to me. it could be fun. just fill the blanks that you want- but I /do/ want her personality crystal clear
>>6328621>thatfilename.jpgLol, lmao ;)>as long as we go from the point were she just asked her wishSure thing, I thought it would be funny to have a guca wish to travel through space only to learn that 99.9% of things out there are dusty and lifeless and boring until she stumbled on Earth, but giving more thought into this is fun.>where does Ellie come from?Teegarden b, or Teegarden's Star b, which is an actual exoplanet 12.5 light years away from Earth: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teegarden's_Star_b . If you're asking about Ellie specifically then she'd ask her mom and dad who would say the storkbats delivered her to them. Are they lying? She wouldn't know, but she trusts her parents, both of whom were teachers of particle physics.>how come she looks like a human?The human form is just that good. Nimble fingers, big skull to store the brain social activities, etc. Where Ellie strays away from the human for is in the fact that she's pale as a ghost, her sun is a red dwarf with 1% of our Sun's light, she's white as a ghost. She also has big beautiful eyes... big beautiful and colorblind eyes since Teegarden's star is a red dwarf, with little blue light, she sees the world in variations of red with a bit of yellow and infrared at close distances. She is also much more resistant to radiation, her DNA's telomeres being adapted to the higher amount of radiation her planet is bombarded with due to the smaller distance from the star to it. Ellie would find the dogs at Chernobyl wonderful pets is she knew of them. She would also get a bad tan were she to stay too long in the Earth's sun without any sort of protection.
>>6328731>what does she eat? Agriculture on Teegarden b is based on plant-equivalent organisms with Bacteriochlorophyll. Ellie would be eating her blacks or purples rather than her greens. O2 is produced by colonies of symbiotic organisms in shallow seas, beaches, and surface currents in the ocean, where they mix and match multiple chemical processes as to release O2. Violet plants similar to cauliflowers and water lilies are as common as potatoes and tomatoes, while their bread equivalent is black and comes from beans. Meat cuisine is based a lot on fish. Though normally eating food you're not evolved to can be dangerous due to differences in enzymes, Ellie and her species have the advantage of a special function of their digestive track which, to account for numerous mutations from the radiation, have special enzymes who act similar to prions in folding the base elements of food into more easily digestible forms.>how does her planet work?Teegarden b would be considered shadowy and cool to a visitor from Earth. The seas are considered dangerous, with traditional religions there placing their equivalent to Hell deep underwater where no light may reach, though the lack of a moon make the oceans waves milder than on Earth, fishers have enjoyed a good standing due to that. The calendar is a mess because the planet's orbit around the sun(the year) takes only 4.91 Earth days and I spent too much thinking about it without a clear idea forming, not to mention that we don't know if Teegarden b rotates around its own axis or if its tidally locked, though it bring about the fact that Ellie at the earliest, at 11 Earth years, would be 1296 Teegardenian years old. Teegardeners are organized in many nations, having transitioned from a clan-like social structure to modern nation states due to the industrial revolution allowing for greater food production. A recent military detente has shifted planet politics towards a space race. Ellie and her generation grew up in a time of peace and prosperity, with the past looming figures of war or poverty farther away than her parents had to grow up with. She is a baby boomer-equivalent
>>6328732How Ellie made her wishWhat do you get what do you get when you cross childlike-wonder, a can-do attitude and a sky where the stars are almost as bright as the sun? Why, you can Elyhh Tiga'R'Denn("Sunrise Song of Beans"), or Ellie Teegarden. Running over the lichens trying to catch a bettledrake with her best friend, making crab costumes for her and her schoolmates to after learning about carcinisation, spending hours just looking at the salamantoads crossing the road by while at geology camp... treasured memories she would often bring out to break the monotony at the new town she and her family moved to. Well, town is a bit much, 8 large buildings out in the middle of nowhere with a shared large basement, at least the stars above were nice. Out there were a lot of adults, all working for 'something very important' said mother. "We're not the only family here, go play with the other kids" father encouraged her, but the new friendships she hoped to make were brittle, and she dearly missed her old ones. One day, when many adults left for an experiment, she convinced her fellow kids to go explore the Town's underground. They slipped into a tunnel with many colourful cables, under, over, and even through all kinds of machines with all kinds of symbols, some from chemistry, some from math, an atom like in her textbooks, but with the colours inverted, Ellie noted one. The led them into a large open room, in the middle of which a rocket imposed on the space. "My parents are cosmonauts!" She thought with pride swelling inside "They are working to explore space." and suddenly her new town seemed a bit brighter. That, however, did not last long. Her parents were shocked when she told them she wants to be a cosmonaut too, while the men in military uniforms playing security footage of her and the rest of the kids inside the facilities were angry. Her new friends blamed her, the adults seemed to agree, her parents fell in line with that conclusion too. It was in such dreary surroundings she though "I still want to be a cosmonaut, I wish to travel the stars" and a small pink-white cabbit answered....I hope this helps with Ellie's personality, I didn't want to just list some traits after the ramblings about her planet. I also hope to have left you enough wiggle room in case you want to change things.
>>6328310>don't be too angry at your brain; you may be using it too much. im often so burned out from my job that writing becomes hardYeah, I have to keep telling myself that. Glad to hear you're still gainfully employed QM! I had some unstable patches myself, hence why I launched myself into qming a new quest, and now I don't want to flake but my brain is strung too taut. Too many creative endeavors on top of a full-time job does that to someone, turns out.>and im actually super happy to see you popping up, emmanon. i recall the quest was hard to read for you because of how i write, but you stuck till the end despite it allNot sure how much praise I deserve for that, but thanks all the same. It's always good to see QMs pop back up, even if they don't end up running anything, especially after Axis.So yeah, between my brain still being rather soupy and my quest not having had a non-diceroll update in...about two weeks, I don't think I'm up for guca shenanigans for now, sorry. Best of luck with your running, and to your future players as well, though!
>Sure thing, I thought it would be funny to have a guca wish to travel through space only to learn that 99.9% of things out there are dusty and lifeless and boring until she stumbled on Earth, but giving more thought into this is fun.that totally works yet>both of whom were teachers of particle physics.so basically their society is much like ours with some differences>The human form is just that good.so she just looks like us and has our same complexion? no distintict physical features whatsoever? only a girl that's very more pale? also what color are her eyes?>have special enzymes who act similar to prions in folding the base elements of food into more easily digestible forms.what kind of uses could this have? could she eat stuff that we can't eat? also this whole thing about the O2 is pretty interesting>Ellie at the earliest, at 11 Earth years, would be 1296 Teegardenian years oldgod damn they don't even need rollercoasters with their planet so close to their sun>She is a baby boomer-equivalentso she thinks everything is cool and easy because the previous generation, traumatized by war, spoiled rotten the new one to spare it the shit they had to endure themselves. noted!>One day, when many adults left for an experiment, she convinced her fellow kids to go explore the Town's underground.dad is gone, im bored, let's convince everyone to explore the likely dangerous dungeons. this is good enough lawl>I hope this helps with Ellie's personality, I didn't want to just list some traits after the ramblings about her planet. I also hope to have left you enough wiggle room in case you want to change thingsit's perfect! thanks for taking the time. this is too much of an unique case so all this stuff helps>>6328764> Too many creative endeavors on top of a full-time job does that to someone, turns out.creating is work, after all. there's no point in sowing if you are too tired to reap. trying to have too much fun isn't that fun. sometimes just doing nothing and staring at the ceiling is more productive than printing money>I don't think I'm up for guca shenanigans for now, sorry.as long as you are having fun somewhere somehow that's totally fine. feel free to fuck around regardless if you feel like :D
Welcome back based QM and hi to based megucas on the board! I have been voraciously reading archived meguca quests(now on Albion) since bumping into Clover and co. on qst. The meguca suffering is addicting and my metaphorical soul gem goes bright and dim like a kid playing with a variable light switch along with the quest.I would like to join but since I have only rolled a few dice on this board I would need some handholding on playing the game. Is that okay with other megucas on the ride or I just dump my shameless self insert chargen and let everyone decide? [spoilers]Also I am shamelessly stealing time from work in UTC+8 so the chargen is not going to be ready until half a day later[/spoilers]
>>6328868I would just dump what you got and see if it sticks, my fellow menhera. Welcome to the shit
>>6328868go for it, half the fun from BA was failing and learning alongside the other gucas. here's a tip, highlight the text you wanna spoiler and press control+s
>>6328868sure, knock yourself out. qst is pretty quiet lately and so is the thread, so take your time. and as jime just said, we charged blind into first BA thread and just winged it along the way- half the mechanics I came up with have yet to be used lawl
- Name: Sammie Chan- Appearance: Typical Asian with average looks(without smartass glasses). Short build for a 12 year old. Thick, somehow messy straight brown-black hair that reaches just below the shoulder.- Quirks: Typical Asian parents wanted Sammie grow up smart so they made her read a lot, very lots of books since young. When young she said she wanted to become a vet thinking that their job is to play with animals, her parents started reading her picture books with the most famous mouse, famous bears, famous ponies, famous dragons… Now she still love stories, but she wants to be the one to pen down the vivid chronicles of her self-insert protagonists in an imaginary world. One of her older grown up cousins owns a bearded dragon, and her encounter with it made her love scaly critters, which terrified her parents when she asked for snakes as a pet.£ Physical Affinity: 2λ Magical Affinity: 4彡 Dexterity: 3メ Perception: 4? Wisdom: 2π Intelligence: 2ღ Charisma: 1φ Mind: 2Ω Constitution: 2Wish: I want to transform into characters I create when I want!Also incoming datadump
>>6328989The stories she have written down (in plot, character sheets, images drawn) so far:A world full of bipedal dragons (think dragonborn from D&D) and pokemon-ish dragons -Bipedal dragons(which come in different races and roughly human sized) could link their souls with the pokemon-ish dragons, so that their body can partially transform with the qualities of the pokemon-ish dragons to fight!The story main character is Barras the solar dragon wanting to find the progenitor of dragons as pilgrimage, and his rival Klarver the crow dragon towards the same goal, however with the intention to find ways to remove the ability for dragons to link souls.Solar dragons are generally cream coloured with white underparts, with a short tail connecting the wings that act as a solar sail in flight. Could inherently control light like solar beams. Their home is in the 3rd planet, the desert planet.Crow dragons are iridescent black feathered dragons with a stealthy build. They soar with vulturine wings and could hide itself by gathering black mist that light could not penetrate. Their home planet is the 6th planet, the windswept planet.A world that is basically run-of-the-mill isekai -Main character reincarnated as a human girl, which could only draw partial abilities of her former self. Her past life is a centaur shaman, Taravia, thousands years ago that upholds the secret of the time-piercing spear amongst the myriad of beastmen tribes. She was killed when the spirits and the elves invaded into the dimension for more psychic energy to feed on. Now she swears to retrieve the forgotten spear and turn back time to rally beastmen against the invaders.
>>6328832>so she just looks like us and has our same complexion?Due to living in an environment with less light, her ears would be more complex to better pick up noises at great distances. She would also be able to move her ears like you'd do with your eyebrows to focus her hearing on one specific direction or to do that thing that owls do where their ears are not symetrical so they pick up a noise's location by which ear hears it first much better than humans. Yes, that also makes her more vulnerable to loud noises. It's totally your call if they are pointy or cat-like or what else. Her eyes are some big saucers that see good at medium and short distances, though she is colourblind, seeing the world in reds, a bit of yellow and infrared if you're close enough. They look like snake eyes but without the long and narrow pupil(hers is circular like a human's). Her hair is pretty dense, it's custom to her homeland to keep it shorter when you're an adult because cleaning it takes too much time you could spend doing other things. She is on the shorter side compared to humans since TGb's gravity is 1.1 that of Earth. Her inner working probably differ a bit from a human's in a way making visits to the doctor a very, very interesting experience but I'm not knowledgeable enough in anatomy to tell you exactly how, probably different-but-close-enough mechanisms in her endocrin system and brain structure, maybe she moves weird since her muscles aren't 1:1 of a human's, she probably also smells funny.>what kind of uses could this have? could she eat stuff that we can't eat?She could eat a lot of poisoned plants, but toxic chemicals(exept radioactive ones), venom and toxic gas can still harm her. She could probably eat cellulose and other polysaccharides, so "the meguca ate my homework" could be said about her. It's because of this quirk of biology that Teegardeners can't get high or drunk.>god damn they don't even need rollercoasters with their planet so close to their sunTeegardener Apollo 13 put a man on their star.To streamline things, I give you, QM, my blessing to write any sort cultural exchange shananigans for Ellie to experience
i woke uppp>>6328989>>6328990so basically the bookworm type, but the one that cares less about the moral of the story and more about the way the story itself is told. the mechanics of her worldbuilding are very refined, yet towards fighting as a core concept. not an empathic girl then, but a creative one>>6329019>She would also be able to move her ears like you'd do with your eyebrowsdamn fucking straight son, that's what I like to hear (because when you read you hear voices in your head)>her muscles aren't 1:1 of a human'sinteresting>It's because of this quirk of biology that Teegardeners can't get high or drunk.huh!>>6328293alight kuruumianon, the other two datadumped so i'll also grant you the chance while i work on the others. of course, you can just leave it like that and let me fill the gaps if you like surprises>And unlike in previous quest, there will be a secret twist to this procedure this time...and i hope everyone else likes surprises too lmao
>>6329074>Cares less about the moral of story>morals are for show, cool is the rule! (but you got to hide your cool 'cause big grownups don't like cool)she is entering her angst seething closeted chunni phase and will cringe years later if she gets to>fighting as core conceptbecause all the big shonen mangas out there are about fighting with companionship and justice, she just followed suit>and whatever princess story waiting for her prince are for little girls! Gotta fight you way out! (If only I could fight like them...)
>>6329074After rewatching the show (the scene I remembered was homura fixing her eyes, I lost) I remembered that the wishes are supposed to have really tragic twists so, I don’t know, maybe one parent left her and ever since the others been telling her they moved to the US to ‘save the world’ and Fubuka, being a wisdom 1 dumbass, bought it completely. The other parent not really liking her that much and/or leaving her alone all day would be extra tragic and also super convenient for sneaking out and hunting witches but I’ll leave that part up to you.
cooking takes time, so don't worry: this happened every single time.have some gucas for your patience
>Tries and fails to eat plexiglass
>>6331123if you keep filling yourself with snacks there won't be room for the main dishbut fr this time it was HARD lawl
(Note: Skippable cutscene! You can just skip everything and head straight to the last post!)You are bigguca, bigger than leguca, bigger than miguca, and than liguca too. The biggest. Widest. Longest. Guca.On a Saturday night you kill Witches, Friday afternoon you bring in bitches, come Monday you shine the Law of Cycles with spit so no one disses. When it gets boring you watch Homura, when Homura gets boring you mess with Mami's tea. Tuesday, you watch the stars.But sometimes it gets too boring, and you wish you were more than a concept. Saving everyone is cool and all and you don't even mind that no one remembers you, but watching over timelines can get a bit more repetitive. Even though there's one where Sayaka wears a tie and one where Kyoko wears glasses, sometimes it's not enough.But boredom is not the only risk, as the passage of time erodes even the most fundamental of traditions.The traditions of Magical Girls.
You are bigguca. You are spinning the orphan timeline with your nail only, scratching it over and over every time it loses momentum.You are entirely convinced that same gender love, that yuri etc, is ok, entirely fine, and completely acceptable. You explain it to the quiet Law of Cycles for the, literally, and not in a manner of speech, tenth hundreth millionth time as it listens to your theories with totally real and absolute and complete fascination and acceptance- only to be rudely interrupted.Red Girl from the Law of Cycles: Oh my God!! Shut UP!! Shut… UUUPPPP!!!Blue Girl from the Law of Cycles: Don't you mean ‘Goddess’?Red Girl from the Law of Cycles: Who cares- whatever she wants to be- just SHUT UP! My sister is trying to sleep here!Little Sister of the Red Girl from the Law of Cycles: ...Sis! S-sorry everyone!Firm like the Statue of Liberty, you tell the red girl that it's HER, doubtlessly, that should shut the fuck up, because yuri is, indeed, the purest kind of love, the pinnacle of love, the way all good stories should end. You redouble your efforts to convince her. Jaw trembling, you spend your most thought-out arguments on her, all polished to exemption in underground online forums.Another girl, much more mature: But, if a girl gets closer to another just because she wants to... you know... is it still that pure, I wonder? Isn't purity all about the intent for which two seek each other?Yet another girl: You know, I'm gonna say it just to embarrass her: I really love my friend, you know! Come here you big dork!Yet another girl more: Gross! Fuck off!Yet another girl: I love this big jerk but I still want a husband! Is that wrong?Yet the little sister of the red girl is still drilling the tip of her shoe against the floor.Little Sister of the Red Girl from the Law of Cycles: ...if she wants to...?Red Girl from the Law of Cycles: Oh now you've done it!Forehead sweating, as voices start piling up, you attempt to /calmly/ convince that mature girl that, uh, the thing is that, ok look, so- and you sigh as if she was stupid, still nervous, because well she must be dumb if she's asking that kind of obvious stuff. The point, you continue, is that love between girls is /totally fine/ and that no one should get in the way of it. You nod like a sage and look at her from above. It is that simple. She'll get it.and yet, the heads of the Magical Girls keep popping out of the Law of Cycles, complaining about the noise and the hour, all asking what the ruckus is all about while making it worse themselves. And when it gets so loud that they can't even hear you explaining why it's ok if two girls want to be more than friends-you feel it. Like someone stabbing you with an icicle. You just feel it, and turn around.
Just floating there like a jackass is the devil, the bad one, Evil Incarnate, Akemi Homura- already grinning like a retard watching a cat trying to break free from a bag. It is already too late. That you didn't notice her coming only means that she already did something- and that shitty little smirk does nothing but convince you of that. Hiding the orphan timeline behind your back, it takes you nanoseconds to clutch your heavenly ass cheeks tight together as if they were little sisters holding fast against a hurricane: you KNOW Homura is going to slap your ass and then dance away because she’s stupid. But the Devil According to All Religions just floats around, feigning ignorance, whistling while you stab her naked back with your glare, wary of those skeletal wings. You tell everyone to buu!! buu the bad guy! But nobody does.That, of very course, something happens. Homura does an oopsie, and 'accidentally' drops something when she turns around. You are ready for everything, or so you thought- when you realize that lying on the floor, mouth gaping, is another, brand new and shiny Law of Cycles. You pick it up INSTANTLY, still covering your rear, and drill into it with your right eye while the left one is pinned on the harbinger of doom and dark. It's just the same old stuff- no, it isn't! A 30% discount on off-brand toilet paper, 70% on the second unit of canned tuna (near the expiration date but whatever), a coupon system that gives you a coupon for each purchase over eight MadoCoins, that can even be used to get discounts for meat... this Law of Cycles has everything! And stunned as you are, you didn't realize that others noticed as well- some of the Magical Girls are already climbing your arm.You toss it away, and Homura catches it mid-air; then she spins it on her finger like a basketball, mocking you. Cheap lettuce may be nice, you let her know, but it won't ever beat the hard-earned stability of /tradition/! Yet, you find yourself sweating, sweating a quadrillion Pacific Oceans- it wouldn't do if the Magical Girls figured out that you've been lobbying to keep the price of sugar up artificially in exchange of off-the-book profits. Angry, you tell Homura to never come back, who just sheepishly floats away escorted by your shouting. Only for you to swallow your own screams as you realize that you've let your guard down and left the orphan timeline alone again, if only for a few seconds, and rush to it like a subway on steroids.
It's... different, yet again. It's not that it looks that different. No... it isn't different. And yet... Concerned like a grandmother with a niece with a fever, you hold it with both your hands as if it was resting on your lap. It's not like something changed, no. This orphan timeline has been out of your control for a while now, only to be tampered with by the agents that you send in real time; that's really all you can do without breaking it open. You have your very own Kyubeys monitoring some of the events inside, which you watch with the Law of Cycles every now and then over tea and popcorn (a controversial combination, but you are an innovator). No; that's it. Nothing changed. What changed is where you are looking at it from, which puzzles you to no end the moment you figure it out... because it's a place that doesn't exist, at least in the way you are used to. Of course, bullshit (or magic, as the kids call it nowadays) is involved, but… how? Mindlessly chewing on the Law of Cycles as if it was gum, you steel yourself to solve this mysterythen spit it with an eternal roar as Homura sears her hand on your ass like a branding iron.
Once upon a time, there was a girl who hated the cold. But like, for real. It wasn't like the cold reminded her of a lost relative or that it was proof that evil in the world could run rampant, that it was simply the nature of the universe to be indifferent. No. She hated the cold a whole fuckbunch and that was it. There was no deeper reason or meaning.And although the human brain works only by association, this is still an exception.The maiden's feet laid bare on the wet grass, as her cheeks were gently caressed by the dry, sharp wind of autumn that wasn't even that cold."Man," she'd say, wise beyond her tender years, "I fucking HATE the cold, dawg.""But the cold is necessary for the long term preservation of food through endothermic reactions," said some girl with black hair and emerald eyes, "or, more simply, for machinery to continue working and producing at a steady pace, without burning out. In fact, many devices have the sole and explicit purpose of lowering the temperature of engines and such, cooler fans on a processor for one. It's even involved in photosynthesis, which is how plants use light energy to convert carbon dioxide and water into glucose and oxygen, which is what we breathe."Quizzically is how the girl who hates the cold tilted her head. She tried to chew on the information, to turn it into something her mind could process.Then she said: "The fuck did you just say?""T-that the cold-""Come here," said the blonde hair, his hair flowing like gold, calmly, walking over. "No, no, come here, get the FUCK over here""TEACHEEER," the girl runs away crying"COME HERE BITCH, LET'S SEE IF THE COLD SAVES YOU," she gently whispered, angry perhaps because the other had freckles. "I'LL LEAVE YOUR BODY COLD JUST HOW YOU LIKE IT. CO-"The girl who hates the cold tripped and fell and grabbed her scratched knee, caressed by the golden threads of tender light slipping through the meaty leaves above."OH MY GOD, IT HURTS SO MUCH. FFFFFUCK", she bellows, clutching her knee.Somebody was laughing. A young ebony girl, her brown hair made in two long braids. But it couldn't have been her who made her slip. She was too far."...The fuck you laughing it? HUH? Bet you like the cold too. Yeaaaaah, you like the cold too, don't ya? Stupid motherfucker, you and your cold. I hope your soup is cold. I hope your shower is cold too."The girl shaked her head. "Nuh!”, she said, “I dun like it.""You don't?""Nu-huh.""Oh.""I dun.""Ok."The girl who hates the cold pondered this deep life lesson deeply."Are you a nigger?"And the ebony girl nodded, smiling with wide white teeth.“Cool, wanna toss rocks at the horses?”“Sure!”And they hopped away holding hands.
Sammie takes her tiny fingers from her teacher's deeply purple Soul Gem, the little girl looking like a japanese salaryman on his deathbed realizing he lived long but wasted his life anyway. She saw this memory like five times, yet her guardian being so beyond fucking stupid from so early on didn't ever stop being a grim omen.Kneeling in front of the teacher that lies resting on the sofa, Sammie can't deny that she's at least pretty in the way that perfection begets boredom. Long blonde hair, reddish lips, a dainty nose, that look of maturity... tall for her age, thick legs, wearing those same slender curves drilled into Sammie's eyes over and over by those perfume ads... And yet, that lucky woman just wears black gym shorts and that dirty green hoodie- which doesn't hide that white shirt that just has a velociraptor drawn on it.And even that looks good on her.֍ Teacher: -cold loving ass bitch i swear to god-֍ Sammie: What?֍ Teacher: Nothing, lil buddy. Nothing at all. So-And when she opens those two blue eyes, a pang of envy and even guilt can't be denied.As if being happy was all about luck in the end.֍ Inno: -could you do it?From the sofa, Innocence Latvia’s blues focus on Sammie Chan's brown, who can't stop herself from looking away. Around the shy girl is a small, rectangular room with many windows and compact furniture, the insides of a dimly lit, humble motorhome. Outside, under the evening sky and packed clouds, the green fields and lightposts fade away; the mountains move but slowly.֍ Sammie: I could not.֍ Inno: Then why did you stop?֍ Sammie: This is a war of attrition. I'm trying to preserve whatever respect I still have for you for the many oncoming winters.Sammie is stunned by the sudden burst of laughter, which after the shock causes Sammie's frow to burrow. Her shoulder-length dark brown hair gets in the way of her eyes, protecting them from Inno's shameless stare. Asian looking and rather short, wearing a light, checkerboard scarf covering a gray wool shirt too big and cargo pants too baggy, Sammie's looks aren't much to talk about for a girl barely over twelve- except for that stiffness that always makes her seem so serious.֍ Sammie: I insulted you. There is no reason to laugh, you are too absurd. And why did you even hate the cold so much anyway?֍ Inno: Autism, I guess.Inno takes out a little box from her pocket, then takes a cigarette from it. With a flick, the little flame flickers in the reflection of Sammie's brown eyes.֍ Sammie: That doesn't make you any more mature.֍ Inno: Want one?֍ Sammie: Gross.
Inno doesn't share her opinion, as she proves by almost choking on a gray cloud. She slightly opens the window at her side to blow the smoke out.֍ Sammie: Smoking in a car full of children, what a pathetic excuse for an adult you are. Not that there was that much hope to begin with, with you letting an eleven years old girl drive.Both turn to look at the front of the car. The mirror hanging from the ceiling, right in front of the windshield, is a handheld with golden ornaments, stuck there with duct tape at a precise angle. In it can be seen two black circles, thick black glasses hiding the eyes of the driver, which is a hooded small girl covered from feet to toe with a black raincoat that's also a dress.֍ Inno: Oh no she's fine there, it calms her down. Also, she's like 1296 years old so it's legal.֍ Sammie: Let me guess, this is /also/ part of her test. How funny you are.֍ Inno: Hey, I guess. Kyubey, ask Ellie if she's still mad about earlier./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: ƹƺƻƼƱȿɎɷɸʮθψ?֍ Ellie: ƁƂƔ! ɸAϟƹƺ ɷɸʮθψϋσ ƐƝƜΛ ƔƐƝƜƹƺƻ?!! ϋσΛЏ ƔƐƝƜ ƔƐƝƜ ƔƐƝƜ!! ϋσσσσσσσσσσσσ!/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: She still is.֍ Inno: It did get better though.A white, cat-looking entity is sitting on the passenger's seat, its thick tail bigger than its body, its perfectly round, red eyes stare straight ahead, as floating golden rings surround its massive, falling ears- unless those are arms. Wearing a heavy duty chain leash, which is wrapped around Ellie's right arm even as the girl steers the wheel, the little cat thing isn't going anywhere. It speaks through telepathy straight to the mind, with monotony, with no high and lows, managing to convey no feelings whatsoever in its tone or speech.By all means it is an alien- yet few would have thought that so is the driver.֍ Inno: I wonder why Ellie's last name is Teegarden if her planet is called Teegarden too. That would be like being called 'Alfred Earth'. Like fuck that guy, right?Inno cracks open and hands Ellie a thick can of beer, who chugs it down in anger not even tilting her neck. Sammie does shake her head however.֍ Sammie: Why would you even incite animosity towards someone just because of their name? How does that brain of yours even work?֍ Inno: I dunno, it's just funny. I'd punch that guy. Should I ask her? Ellie? I don't think I should.Sammie considers mentioning, yet again, that Ellie's discovery could mean a gigantic step forward for humanity as a whole, that it could single-handedly start a revolutionary space race with myriads of implications. Again, she doesn't.
֍ Sammie: If your stance remains to be to hide her, then what is E.T. doing right in front of the vehicle? This is outrageous, even for you.Inno just laughs.֍ Sammie: Is that how idiots avoid having an argument? By laughing like an ugly gorilla?֍ Inno: I just love the way you talk.֍ Fubuka: I don't.From the back of the dimly lit motorhome two red eyes pierce the darkness, between golden cataracts of flowing hair. But this time Sammie holds her own; shaking her head, she swings aside the curtains of her hair.֍ Fubuka: You are being too mean to Teacher Inno. Apologize.֍ Inno: She doesn't mean it.֍ Sammie: I don't recall any of us talking to you, Fubuka. Stop being such a needlessly meddlesome brat.֍ Fubuka: Brat- stop being- hmm.A finger on her chin, yet eyes not waving the least, Kuruumi Fubuka thinks. A white top-tank over blue jeans, sunglasses hanging from the collar, with the arms of a red sweater wrapped from behind her waist; a slightly longer neck. When she speaks it is with some careful rhythm, with intentionally crafted harmony, as she polishes her nails with the same patience.֍ Fubuka: Funny. And here I am, meddlesome brat that I am, acting just like the heroes from your stories- getting in the way of the bad guys!֍ Sammie: SHUT UP! I'm not the bad guy!Fubuka’s shock is quick to fade into glee.֍ Fubuka: The mean, evil bad guys, who talk down to others for no reason, who treat everyone else like trash. The ones who care only about themselves and how they themselves feel. Who does that remind you of?֍ Sammie: You killed your mom!Silence./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: You three are always fighting. It’s confusing.֍ Inno: Eh-֍ Fubuka: Like I said; the good guys get in the way of the bad guys! See?Fubuka winks and grins, dripping no edge anywhere.֍ Fubuka: ...And, speaking of funny, you are right! It is funny how Sammie talks. As if we weren't on the same boat.֍ Sammie: Because I'm not! It wasn't me! It was Taravia!Just like that, Sammie is crying. Loudly. That suddenly.
֍ Fubuka: Teacheeeer, why would you even want someone THAT mean and annoying? We can always just leave her on the side of the road. She’ll be fine!֍ Inno: She ain't mean, Fubuka. It's just, Sammie's way of being kind is by working out that noggin for us. Some people bake cookies and others solve problems.֍ Fubuka: Pfff. What did she even solve?֍ Inno: Well, she is right, you know. I'm kind of a fuck-up, like everyone else really. And it's good to have someone calling out those kinda attitudes. Stop crying, you; we ain't gonna dump ya.֍ Sammie: I want to dump HER!֍ Inno: Nah, no way. I'm not taking my eyes off Fubuka. That would be dangerous.The smaller blonde laughs with rythm.֍ Fubuka: What do you mean?֍ Inno: Girl you know damn well what I mean. I'm still not old enough to be dumb or get Alzheimers or some shit like that.Sammie is sobbing. But Inno is gushing.֍ Inno: Awww... cute!! Wanna hug?֍ Sammie: No! Go away!But Inno hugs Sammie anyway. And Sammie lets her. And Fubuka sticks her tongue out at both, while Ellie curses at someone down the road.
In Greek mythology, sirens (Ancient Greek: singular: Σειρήν, Seirḗn; plural: Σειρῆνες, Seirênes) are female human like beings with alluring voices. Roman poets place them on some small islands called Sirenum Scopuli. While some versions have depicted Sirens as woman-headed birds, other version depict them as mermaids. Sirens were used in Christian art throughout the medieval era as a symbol of the dangerous temptation embodied by women.This, however, is a police patrol siren.֍ Inno: Oh shit oh god it's the pigs!֍ Sammie: Pigs...?And soon the sharp melody is tailing them, piercing harder by the second.֍ Inno: Shit! Kyubey, tell Ellie to stop the car!/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ellie says: 'Why?!'֍ Inno: Just do it!The motorhome slows down, although a bit too fast and causing the patrol behind to come to a screeching halt. Almost instantly is how Inno grabs Ellie from under her elbows and tosses her to the back- who screams a little- taking the front seat and fastening the seatbelt at lightspeed.֍ Inno: Keep it cool, everyone. I know how to deal.But she's sweating. The police officer shows up behind the front door glass. With how tall the motorhome is he didn't even need to bend or crouch. Inno smiles at the trooper, but in a super cool, surfer way.
֍ Inno: What seems to be the officer problem?Police Officer: Licence and registration, sweetheart.֍ Inno: Sure, here you go big guy.The police reads through Inno's driver's license and vehicle registration. For whatever reason she looks way, waaay too happy in both of them, as if she just won ten hundred million dollars, got married, and someone injected heroin straight to her marrow all at once.Police Officer: Who was driving the vehicle just now?֍ Inno: Just now? Me, of course.Police Officer: Before we pulled you over.His comrade in arms is already staring through the window at the other side, which Inno notices with a quick, shaking glance.֍ Fubuka: (Teacher, let me take over. I'll help you.)Inno hear's Fubuka's measured voice inside her head.֍ Inno: (No. Just keep your sisters quiet.) Oh, well, that would be her, yeah.Inno just points at Ellie, at the hooded black raincoat, at the thick black glasses, at her small height, at how she's wrestling with Fubuka because Inno tossed her like a ragdoll.Police Officer: Why did you take over the moment we arrived?֍ Inno: Oh well she can't talk, so like, yeah.Police Officer: I just heard her talking.֍ Inno: I mean, not in our language, so, I figured out you'd wanna talk to someone? And so I'm here.The officer nods and nods.Police Officer: Hand me over her licence and registration.֍ Inno: But I gave you mine already, officerPolice Officer: She was driving. And ask her to take off the hood.Those last words escalated on weight.֍ Inno: She ain't black, officer. I can promise you that; white as coke! Doesn't even have a bike.The man of the law gives her a quizzical stare- as Inno winks.֍ Inno: Are we free to go?Police Officer: Lady, tell your driver to take off the hood.֍ Inno: Uh ok. Just, um, let me... (Sammie, grab onto something. Kyubey, tell Ellie it's ostrich time. Fubuka, hold Ellie tight and cover her eyes and ears.)֍ Fubuka: (W-what?!)֍ Sammie: (No way-)֍ Ellie: ψϋσ?!Inno smiles, and it's such a forced, exaggerated smile. Just like in her passportthen floors the pedal.AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
֍ Ellie: ʮψϋσΛθӜӘQ??! ʮθȿɎɷɸƱΛЏȿ!!/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ellie says: 'Let go of me! I can't breathe.' Some of the curses don’t have a literal transla-It's as if the motorhome is an elephant scared of an ant, after drinking nitroglycerin. The advantage from the head-start is short-lived, and the not so alluring sound of sirens is soon as strong as it just was.֍ Sammie: I'm scared!!֍ Inno: It's gonna be ok!֍ Fubuka: I don't wanna go to jail again!/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ellie says: 'They are going to dissect me and it's all your fault." I couldn’t translate some-֍ Fubuka: Tell Ellie to stay still!While everyone is screaming Inno is mumbling, teeth clenched, to herself.֍ Inno: Anytime soon... anytime fucking right now...WEEE-OOO WEEE-OOOOOnly the mountains aren't blurry.WEEE-OOO WEEE-OOOOInno peeps at the police car gaining speed on the side mirror.֍ Inno: Anytiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.....!!!!Then- she sees it, if for a fraction of a second. Far ahead, coming from the other lane of the road, is a violet BMW- one of those lowriders made famous by rappers, the ones that can bounce to hip-hop tracks. And it is bouncingright as the police patrol car is about to cut the motorhome off from the same, on that very same lane.Police Officer: oh GO-For a fraction of a second, Inno gets a crystal-clear look at the face of the black man driving. His mouth is wide open as the single feather on his leather hat shakes madly, headed straight on a collision course with the black and white hood of patrol. Both cars braked and drifted with what little seconds they had, but the impact still left Sammie's ears ringing so much that she couldn't hear Fubuka's girlish scream.֍ Inno: yyyyyyYYYYES!!As the merged cars become a dot in the distance, the last Inno sees is the black driver dressed like a pimp trying to make a run for it, only to be dropkicked by a fat cop. Inno turns around- then sighs in relief.֍ Inno: …Ellie is still there. Thank fuck. Good job, Fubuka, good girl.֍ Fubuka: hehehe〜֍ Sammie: …why would you even celebrate that, that was horrible. It was a traffic accident. They could have been very hurt. You are such a horrible person...֍ Inno: Eh, yeah, I guess you are right.
֍ Inno: Alright. This is as far as we go.When the motorhome stops in the middle of the road it's still the evening. The clouds got heavier and the breeze sharper, but golden light still bathes the endless fields, casting humble shadows in the greenery./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ellie says: 'Why are we stopping? The enemy is still hunting us."֍ Inno: Take whatever fits your arms and follow me. They'll try to track down the car. It's no longer safe.֍ Sammie: No no NO what now?!֍ Fubuka: But, Tea-֍ Inno: No time! They aren't the only ones after us. Move those pretty little butts!In a frantic rush, Fubuka takes out the popcorn maker from its box and puts all the canned food and rations inside instead, while Sammie panics around picking up electronics. When they come out, Inno has a big plastic bag on one hand and a suitcase on the other, while Ellie has but a single thing on her: her big octopus plushie, too big for her little body.֍ Fubuka: Ellie!֍ Inno: No, no, Ellie, soldier, my main gal, we /don't/ need that. We'll get back our van later. Kyubey./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: ƹƺƻƼƱȿɎɷ֍ Ellie: Ɏɷ!!/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ellie says: No.֍ Fubuka: We've got no time for this.Fubuka jumps at Ellie, but finds herself struggling to take the octopus from her.֍ Fubuka: Let... go! Grab something... more… useful!֍ Ellie: Ɏɷɷɷɷ!!֍ Inno: Wait wait, just let her have-They both fall on their butts- right as the last stretch of leash is finally unchained from Ellie’s arm-/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Kyu!-and the strange alien cat dives headfirst into the forest, dragging it around like a dead steel snake.…֍ Inno: Well. Crap.
֍ Fubuka: That was all your fault!֍ Ellie: Ɏɷɸʮ σΛЏӜӘQAϟ ƱЏӜӘQ!! ƁƂƔƹƺ!!֍ Fubuka: You are so selfish-!֍ Ellie: ЏӜӘQ!!Inno whistles gently enough to just stun both girls.֍ Inno: Fubuka, you are a smart girl. You know damn well we don’t have time for this.֍ Fubuka: But it’s just-!֍ Inno: Are you smart or aren’t you?Fubuka manages to choke on her words and just gets into the motorhome to rescue her cosmetics. Not wasting more words, Inno gets back into it as well, aims the front wheels towards the green fields, tinkers with the gearbox, and then leaves a brick on top of the pedal. When she jumps out of it wearing a leather backpack, after helping Fubuka out, the motorhome is slowly heading towards the herd of cows, then through them, as they follow it with mindless curiosity like it was their Messiah. With not another word, Inno walks through the road and straight the dirt path branching from it, surrounding a forest.Meanwhile, Sammie can only stare wide-eyed with those brown eyes of hers.֍ Sammie: ...what are you even doing?!֍ Inno: Decoy.֍ Sammie: Decoy?֍ Inno: Trust me, it’s a good idea.As Inno walks, the other three follow suit like ducklings, even though Ellie takes the chance to tackle Fubuka and play dumb.֍ Sammie: You breathing is a bad idea if that’s all you’ll give for the oxygen that you consume! That’s our house right there. And it 's leaving. Stop walking so fast!֍ Inno: Keep up and I’ll hear yours.
Ellie keeps whispering to her octopus in her own language, likely complaining about how stupid her travelling companions are. Which Inno finds oddly funny, considering that the religion of Teegarden B, as far as she knows from Ellie, preaches the depths of the ocean to be Hell itself. Mindlessly, Inno swallows some smoke from her lit cigarette then coughs, as the three kids behind her slowly fall behind.֍ Sammie: Inno, I’m cold.֍ Fubuka: I’m a bit tired.֍ Ellie: ɎɷɸƱΛЏ…֍ Inno: I didn’t know I was the littlest sister eh! And am even carrying the most weight, four bags total.֍ Sammie: The suitcase only counts as o- you are such a disgusting person.Inno laughs like a lion who had his balls stomped. Then she looks ahead and stops.֍ Inno: You know… I know what will help with that.The tall blonde, almost twice the size of any of them, simply points ahead. And they look. It’s the city, Transit City, pretty like a blazing constellation but still so far ahead. That doesn’t stop Ellie especially from being mesmerized, which Inno notices with glee. Wordlessly, the alien takes the plastic bag from Inno’s left hand, leaves the octopus on the floor, ties the handles to seal it, then places it on her head- as two small white arms emerge from under her pitch black hair to hold it above. The arms, which come from the sides of her head, are so luminescently white that the details of their shape can’t be discerned. Then Ellie just picks up the octopus again and keeps walking towards the little stars, while everyone else stares in awe.֍ Fubuka: ..they shine!֍ Inno: So that’s what those are for.֍ Sammie: Ellie is incredible.The darkness of the forest on the right of the dirt road keeps getting thicker, yet there’s still just enough light to see the fields expanding. A stray house can be seen lost in the vastness, then a stable, a farm, a stray, broken motorcycle forgotten in the middle of nowhere. The background changes slowly, but it does change before the caravan notices.֍ Fubuka: …Teacher, why didn't you want me to use my powers?֍ Inno: Back when the cops got us?Fubuka nods, while Sammie tries to touch one of the white arms.֍ Fubuka: Isn’t my power useful? Am I not good enough yet?֍ Inno: Eeh, nah it's just, they are filthy old men, and, y’know, you are a little girl... I was just having a little mercy on em.Fubuka just nods again, letting the sharp evening breeze play with her long golden hair. Sammie still isn’t daring.֍ Fubuka: I love you, Teacher Inno.֍ Inno: I love you too, Fubuka.֍ Fubuka: ...you won't leave me, right?֍ Inno: Nah. I won’t.֍ Fubuka: Because, if you did... I’d never forgive you, you know?Inno plays with that hair like the wind did.֍ Inno: Don't do that. If you threaten me, then how will you know I’m not only saying I love you causa I’m afraid? Play it smart.֍ Fubuka: Are you afraid?֍ Inno: Not at all. I’d beat your pink ass.
Fubuka giggles loudly, too loudly. Then she looks at the sky, or at whatever’s left of it.֍ Fubuka: I don’t get it. Why didn’t your power work, then?֍ Inno: Sammie, why do you think my power didn’t work on the pig?֍ Sammie: Huh?֍ Inno: Why do you think my power didn’t work on the cop?֍ Sammie: Let me think.She does, for a while. While Ellie intentionally stomps on the dry leaves.֍ Sammie: When you said that racist sentenceI’m sure I saw the line of his mouth twist a bit. Therefore, with this bit of information, I will assume that your magic did not work on him because that officer himself was racist.֍ Inno: A-ha! See, Fubuka? Pretty smart cookie, eh?֍ Sammie: S-shut up.֍ Fubuka: That’s not being smart, that’s just having eyes.֍ Sammie: Well you didn’t know that.What Fubuka also didn’t know was that thunder was about to strike somewhere nearby. ֍ Ellie: ȿɎɷɸʮ?!֍ Fubuka: Oh, no! Ostrich time?֍ Inno: No. It’s fine.Or that it heralded drizzle.֍ Inno: Well, fuck. It 's not nice. Not nice at all.֍ Sammie: Would you mind NOT cursing so much in front of children?֍ Fubuka: Hush, you. Saying bad words doesn’t make you bad. Being YOU makes you bad.֍ Sammie: Inno, Fubuka is bullying me!Or that it was going to rain.֍ Inno: Weeeeeeeeeeeell fff…֍ Fubuka: Oh,no. This is bad.֍ Sammie: Why do I have to go through this?
Inno hastily opens the suitcase and takes something out of it, then spreads it above her head. It’s an umbrella with a small figure at the top, that of the top half of an embarrassed anime schoolgirl. The canopy, the red and black fabric spreading out, would be her skirt; the shaft would be the legs, which end in shoes instead of the usual crooked handle.֍ Sammie: I- I think I hate you.֍ Inno: Even if you do, huddle up or you’ll catch a cold. All o’you, c'mere, before you get wet.֍ Fubuka: Heh! Okay!Fubuki rushes under the umbrella and wraps Inno’s arm around her neck. Ellie doesn’t understand until a drop hits her square in the eye and then she comes running to grab Inno’s leg, cursing in her alien language. Then Sammie grumbles and accepts her fate. As they move forward in formation, all stuck together under the red and black fabric, as the rain grows merciless, Sammie dares to look up. Of course, those had to be there: the panties.֍ Fubuka: This is kinda fun, hehe.֍ Sammie: For someone who finds fun in polishing her nails I’m not surprised.֍ Fubuka: There’s not much room for you to run away here, you know.֍ Sammie: You wouldn’t try anything. You don’t have the guts.֍ Fubuka: Oh, is that so?֍ Sammie: It is, with absolute certainty. Because you are an idiot.֍ Ellie: ӘQȿɎ?!Then they feel it, and shiver: those long arms wrapping around them. It’s Inno, kneeling right behind them.֍ Inno: I want some of that love too, y know? I’m feelin so lonely up there.֍ Sammie: Gross! So gross! Go away!But there’s nowhere to run. The umbrella is just wide enough.֍ Fubuka: I-Inno, this is WAY too embarrassing! I’m not comfortable!֍ Inno: You three are all I care about, y’know? I can be old, poor, and cold, but s’long as I have you pests I’m as happy as can be. So look after each other.֍ Ellie: Qψϋσʮθ?! ϋσΛЏӜ!!!֍ Sammie: You are gonna make me cry!֍ Fubuka: M-mom, stop!֍ Sammie: …………mom?As her eyes almost pop, Fubuka realizes- and grows red as Inno’s laughter grows piercing.֍ Inno: Sister! I’m your big sister!Fubuka is tearing up, bue she says nothing. She just lets the rain hide it.֍ Sammie: You win! No fighting! What a childish way to act! Pathetic!֍ Ellie: ɷɸʮθȿɎ…?Inno just keeps cackling as she stands, hurrying her three apprentices along, accidentally stepping on a deep puddle.༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻֍֍֍֍༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻
֍ Ellie Teegarden ֍Age: 1296 teegardenian yearsProfile:Despite humanity's recent exponential technological growth, we haven't yet found intelligent life in outer space; those pictures of flying saucers at Woodstock don’t count. And yet, we can still be dead certain: they have wars too. Ellie Teegarden from Teegarden's Star B was just lucky enough to be spared an era of rot and starvation, of madness and fanaticism, by the simple virtue of being born two generations too late. But even a 1296 years old little girl has wars of her own. When her parents dragged her from her cherished town into a stuffed research complex, Ellie just didn't have the same luck making friends. Lonely and bored, what did she do? Of course, convince every other kid around to infiltrate the facilities's humble undercity while all the adults got busy with something big. And it was fun. They found a rocket. She realized her parents weren’t just particle physics- they were cosmonauts as well! She was so proud! Everything felt brighter- until the raging men in uniforms showed her parents all those security footage tapes of her jumping around a top secret facility. Everyone blamed her. Her 'friends' blamed her, their parents too, and even her own fell in line. Yet all the shouting and accusations vanished when Ellie declared that she wanted to be a cosmonaut too- to be replaced by dreary silenceand her parents made the deadly mistake of telling her that she wasn’t smart enough.Next day, everyone hated her- yet Ellie remained undeterred. Her continued loneliness and boredom made her resilient. Or perhaps it was the shining goal ahead keeping her from looking around, from seeing all the mean faces and hearing all the whispers. Because to become a cosmonaut herself would solve all of Ellie's problems: she'd prove her parents wrong, she'd leave this dreary place, and she'd be among the shiny stars above! Their own sun just wasn't much to look at…Her plan set, Ellie studied. And studied. Alone, isolated, spending with their parents what little leftovers their job would let her. She would cry out of rage, at times, both with her eyes and mouth- but that only fueled her resolve.Then the day came. Just like ours, the rockets on Teegarden B are controlled almost entirely from the command center .The only button allowed to cosmonauts inside a rocket about to launch was the one that let them abort the mission, and the commands that became available later on were still few and far in between. Once inside, Ellie knew, there wasn’t much she’d need to do.Right as the rocket launched, when someone realized that Ellie had infiltrated the rocket wearing that bizarre space suit dress, that was the only button neededbut it was pressed just right after engine ignition.(cont!)
Ellie survived. Nobody died. But the rocket, if by some perception of philosophy were it considered to have been alive, it wouldn't. The cost of the resulting wreck was far more than she could afford with her allowance alone, even if she were to save for three full months. But perhaps the scoldings went too far, and the screams were needlessly cruel- perhaps all the pent-out stress and tension from the job were lashed out at her unfairly. Ellie's parents, turns out, weren't cosmonauts because they wanted to. The heritage of the war had only been the space race she was born into, to which both particle physics were sucked into at gunpoint. They didn't want their daughter to also be a slave to the race; they didn't want her to also feed the fuels of war their own parents had warned them about. Who were now being under heavy questioning for potentially being traitors to the nation, and about to become examples of what happens if one crosses the line.Ellie's wish was made out of hatred, but not towards the world, or anyone particular: hatred for herself. Her wish remained the same: I wish to travel the stars. But this time, it wasn't because she wanted to be there. It was because she didn't want those here to have to put up with her.Quirks:An actual alien from outer space. Stumbled upon the Voyager probe by sheer miracle, yet didn't understand the bizarre language scratched within. Social and vocal, yet wary of others, bad at telling who is a friend and who isn’t. Loves big stars, gardening, sugar, and her new best friend: a stupidly big octopus plushie.Physical Appearance: Just as everyone converges to the truth at their own pace, so do, apparently the alien races of the galaxy converge towards the human shape. Two legs, one head, four arms; it's simply the perfect balance between capability and efficiency. Unnaturally pale due to her star's low luminosity. Pitch black hair. Big, surprisingly alluring eyes, very sensitive to our sun. Wears sunglasses almost always. Like all teegardeners and some kids near Chernobyl, has two white, luminescent arms coming out of her head, often hidden under her pitch black hair.Core Belief: I am evil.Stats:£ Physical Affinity: 3λ Magical Affinity: 5彡 Dexterity: 2メ Perception: 3? Wisdom: 1π Intelligence: 3ღ Charisma: 2φ Mind: 3Ω Constitution: 1Magical Trait: Failing any kind of mind roll by a magnitude of 2 will cause her to teleport somewhere else. The higher the failure, the further she'll end up. Magical Power: Teleportation Magic.-Can teleport to any place that she can remember. Teleporting to places she sees in pictures does not work, as her magic demands ample amount of details.-Can only teleport herself.-The further she teleports, the longer the cooldown to use her magic again.-Instant.Wish: "I wish to travel the stars."
֍ Sammie Chan ֍Age: 12Profile:You can't do what you want because you have to survive; that's, to most, the belief that proves maturity. Fed truckloads of books by her parents ever since she decided to become a veterinarian (because their job is to play with pets all day long) Sammie Chan decided that you can't survive without doing what you want either. Despite her father's constant and invasive attempts at subverting her newfound dream, that of becoming a proffesional writer, Sammie kept doing what she loved no matter how many of her notes or books ended up as smoke coming out of a burning trashcan. But when she tried to prove that artists don't starve or go crazy once and for all, her research backfired: her beloved authors had met unpoetic grim ends while struggling with harsh jobs and madness. The culprit? The people they wrote for.Enraged, Sammie decided to wreck this ungrateful society. But in the darkness of her wrath a spark stopped her short: why not also get something out of it herself? And so she carefully crafted a wish that would also let her do anything that she wants, anything that her parent won't let her. Instead of outright wishing for destruction, Sammie wished for the ability to transform into the characters she creates, anytime that she wants. Endless possibilities. Complete adaptability. And so once her wish was granted she transformed into Taravia, the centaur shaman with a time-piercing spear, in order to obliterate society before it started being mean with artists. But when she transformed into the character, she wasn't herself anymore; only Taravia and nothing more. Taravia, who ran away from the screams of their parents, Taravia, who got shot by the police- Taravia, who caused a van to tumble, crash and burn.Sammie's wish was made out of hatred for a world that destroys those who would try to save it.
Quirks:Wants life to be like her favorite stories, with satisfying character arcs and interesting plot threads (as opposed to the anticlimactic mess it usually is). Thinks life and the world is simple and easy to understand, may be right. Usually hard-headed in her beliefs, but can flip on a dime if she thinks the opposite side has a good argument (rare). Likes looking into problems and trying to solve them, usually not half-bad at it despite seeming immature. Acts arrogant "Heh, so you've come to the great Sammie for help," and may be a little chuuni, but is actually helpful. Extremely vulnerable to bad moods, will either give her alive to lift them or find excuses to run away.Loves scaly critters. Gloomy, moody, picky, and very bad with feelings.Physical Appearance: Asian, rather short for a 12 year old. Thick, somehow messy straight brown-black hair that reaches just below the shoulder. Brown eyes, average looks; outright disregards her own taste in fashion, as she considers pursuits of the sort to be empty. Often seen wearing clothes that don't fit but are comfortable and easy to move in.Core Belief: The world is evil.Stats:£ Physical Affinity: 2λ Magical Affinity: 4彡 Dexterity: 3メ Perception: 4? Wisdom: 2π Intelligence: 2ღ Charisma: 1φ Mind: 2Ω Constitution: 2Magical Trait: Failing any kind of mind roll by a magnitude of 2 will cause her to automatically transform into any of the characters she had written so far.Magical Power: Transform Magic.-Can transform into characters she creates.-The characters do not retain either her memories, will, or any notion of the current context: Sammie transforms into them completely.-The stability of the characters depend on the consistency of its details, which require hard work to polish. Dreams, after all, are supported only by cold, hard logic and sweat.-Thinking up and writing a coherent character takes time.-Transforming into an incoherent character and collapsing due to logical fallacies can be dangerous.Wish: "I want to transform into characters I create when I want!"
֍ Kuruumi Fubuka ֍Age: 13Profile:The monogamous family is the core structure of society, its ties ensuring that the big machine will keep on moving. You see it in posters, in TV, on the streets, in movies with bright colors blasting CGI and robots. It's always there. Always happy. Where Kuruumi Fubuka can see it clearly and repeatedly.Always happy... except, as it is much, much more common than most would know, at home. Dad went to save the world and Mom is too busy working, so Fubuka walks herself to the park to watch the flowing flocks of geese- alone. One day, Mom tells Fubuka that, while she doesn't hate her, she's tired of pretending to love her. The family life wasn't what she expected, it wasn't how the ads said. Trying to gain mom's love, to fit the bill as well, Fubuka worked herself to the bone, quickly becoming a little adult worthy of praise, sacrificing her childlike glee for the sake of love. But that never came. Pain got her nothing. Instead, hatred and guilt overcame Mom, who saw in her daughter her very same mistakes- and walked away. Then, one day, Fubuka showed up on her doorstep. Dad wasn't saving the world- he was saving herself. Mom could not; she burned. And maybe when Dad burns too they can finally be together like a happy family from the movies.Fubuka's wish was made out of hatred towards her father, who walked away and left her alone in a world that taunts her loneliness. Her wish was to go to America to find him.Quirks:Spacey, yet laser focused when the time comes- which is when she deems something unfair. Very sentimental, which is why she can be so brutal. Obsessively puts on make-up to focus on something other than the voices. Loves watching geese and humming. Good singing voice.Physical Appearance: Changed her hair color to match Inno's, and her eyes to red for reasons she can't quite grasp herself. Always wearing something blue and something red, no matter the context or formality. Often wears make up and takes care of her nails and hair. Wears earrings in the shape of geese. Tall for her age, she carries herself with extreme severity despite her floaty nature.Core Belief: Selfishness is evil.Stats:£ Physical Affinity: 2λ Magical Affinity: 1彡 Dexterity: 3メ Perception: 2? Wisdom: 1π Intelligence: 1ღ Charisma: 3φ Mind: 5Ω Constitution: 5Magical Trait: Requires praise from every single person she meets, except Sammie. Has to roll mind 3 if she doesn't get praised after a long interaction ends. Getting insulted has the same effect.Magical Power: Love Magic.-Can make others love her. The way this works (according to Inno) is that the target associates what they like the most with Fubuka.-However, she doesn't know what that is, and therefore to what it could lead the target to do.-Furthermore, long expositions can be harmful to the recipient, as dissociating becomes harder with time.-A surprisingly volatile type of magic.Wish: "I wish I could go to America."
֍ Innocence Latvia ֍Age: 18Profile:Replacing logic with pattern recognition has, regardless, worked wonders for humanity- and for Inno, as she's often called. Solving tests, figuring out her friends, consistently winning online Counter Strike grudge matches against brazilians- all done by figuring out what repeats and when and never why or how. She's not the only one, but... how many realize that it is a double-edged sword what they are holding?When the stars aligned and her many problems were caused by black people, Innocence Latvia became a very particular, very frowned upon kind of person in this day and era. The driver of the minivan that ran over her poodle was black. The kid who cut her hair on the school trip was black. The drunk who stabbed her uncle was black- and so were the thief who broke into her cousin’s house, the guy they caught with a tied kid in his van, the pimp who tried to drug her best friend, and the lawyer who kept her grandma’s killer out of jail; the defendant was black too. Yet every time she tried to back down, every time she tried to convince herself of the logical and rational, coincidences would rain and pile up to reinforce her racism. Every time. No matter what it is, no matter how ludicrous, repeat it enough and they will believe it.Nourished on a silver cradle filled with diamonds, Innocence Latvia thought the world was easy. That people just didn't want to work hard enough, even though her own upbringing sculpted her to be lazy. Unlike other girls of her age and status, she couldn't be coerced into behaving like a proper lady, or at least learning what each fork and spoon was for. Smarter than most, she knew that her family would have to settle for keeping their messy child a secret.Until online CSGO brazilian grudge matches blasted her eyes wide open.Like the Buddha, she sought to see the world beyond her golden walls. On the very first time she entered a pet shop, she caught a dirty kid picking dog food from the big bags while the owner was busy. Caught under Inno’s stare, the tiny urchin was baffled to find the tall pretty blonde eating from the bags herself. As the line of customers grew thin, they found themselves silently taste--testing all of it, showing each other their findings- until they were right in front of the owner chewing dog treats.It didn’t take long for Inno to be on their knees begging her parents to adopt heror for them to take full advantage of the situation.Buried under cello classes, dancing classes, sewing classes, tea ceremony classes, tennis classes (because they didn’t let her do boxing) and many many other burdens,, Inno’s tight schedule still left her a very small window to visit her new little sister- but that was good enough for her. Even though the racist culture of her class slowly eroded her own, Inno was just happy to finally have something real, even if only droplets of it every dayuntil Klonoa fell sick.(cont!)
Sad as it was, it didn’t surprise anyone. It’s what feeding off the dumpsters does to anyone, what sleeping on broken trash bags triggers. Diabetes, glucose, terminal renal failure, all scary terms new to Inno’s spotless world that, to her, only meant one thing: that she had to share a kidney with her sister. Not daring to wait for someone else with a matching blood type, it was in peace that she entered the operating room- and in utter rage that she woke up. The security camera had caught a young black man stealing the organ; when they caught him it was already too late. Inno, at least, didn’t let her sister enter that deep dark tunnel alone, holding her hand until the line went flat.Despite her kind nature, miracle after miracle had forced her into that mindset; denying the facts became harder and harder. Like Frodo succumbing to the ring, Inno failed to hold the darkness at bay, and so with hatred in her heart she made a wish sadly echoed by many many times over: to 'kill all the niggers'.Nowadays, Innocence is a veteran Coordinator hoping to pass the torch, struggling with her own nature every day.Quirks:Lazy, annoying, loves pranks, keeps trying to spell the alphabet in a single burp- the complete opposite of the ideal German woman that she so closely resembles. Yet her only defining attribute, unknown to most, is nigh-infinite patience for everything- except for brazilian CSGO players. Consistently wrestling against her own nature leaves her little energy for much else, yet this inner war is known to but a few. Loves watching boxing matches. Loves Sammie, Fubuka, and Ellie.Physical Appearance: Long golden hair, blue eyes, sharp features, tall for her age. Slender, comically flawless body, everything Hitler fought for and more. Often wears whatever. However, hints of black curves can be seen under her eyes at times, which go away every time she sleeps sixteen hours at once.Core Belief: Black people are evil.Stats:£ Physical Affinity: ?λ Magical Affinity: ?彡 Dexterity: ?メ Perception: ?⸫ Wisdom: ?π Intelligence: 2ღ Charisma: ?φ Mind: ?Ω Constitution: ?Magical Trait: Wherever she is, extreme coincidences happen that always culminate with a black person suffering from them in one way or the other.Magical Power: Racism Magic.-When she says something racist people often do what she says.-Mostly when they get angry.-The inner workings of this magic are yet to be understood enough.Wish: "Kill all the niggers."
btw we running on the weekend
Oh my, Oh my.Seems like its time to play!Hiiiii everyone! good to see you all! ESPECIALLY YOU >>6331981 YOU WRITING FUCK.
road-trips won let's gooooootoo bad we lost the camper already. and the cat, i guess, but the camper was way more important
>>6331962She is perfect>>6331964Schizo-guca, Disco Elysium ass magical girl>>6331976>Requires praise from every single person she meetsLol>Getting insulted has the same effect.Lmao>>6331979She is perfect... she is going to die, isn't she?>>6332214Hell yeah, more of the original unholy sextet
AAAAAAAAAAAAA this situation is a disaster and I love itEveryone is a trainwreck somehow and I love it>now the translator is goneCan’t wait for total translate server error>”Sammie, you got to grind on your stories before letting them descend onto earth as clueless as a toddler with a nuke button”I did expect some lost on control with transformations but kek this is a tangible multiple personality disorderSo a literal centaur broke all hell around Sammie’s family home and the area around it? At this rate the shapeshifter is going to be caught for experiments before the alien>Sammie exempted from praising dutyLet me guess, Sammie giving Fubuka praises is as good as hurling insults at her>suffer not a black to liveI actually wanted to ask so many things about the ability but I guess some stuff have to be found by fucking around
>>6331981#OURQM, folksLooks like a good lineup thus far... Meg hard, Guca even harder you freaks
At some point, Sammie got tired of only getting vague answers for the effort of asking where they are going. The rain was stronger, the dampness was getting worse, her own sweating was starting to become uncomfortable, and watching more than five feet ahead was already getting hard. Arm interlocked with Inno’s wrist so she didn’t have to look, the little writer was escaping into the cellphone between her hands, grunting every time drops of water splashed against the shining screen. Under the skirt umbrella, on the other side of Inno, was Fubuka- already bored of trying to not bite her own nails.֍ Fubuka: What’s that sound?The sound was coming from the other side, but no answer along with it. Fubuka’s head peeks from the front of Inno.֍ Fubuka: Dork, I’m talking to you.֍ Sammie: None of your business.The answer was absent-minded, but not devoid of irritation. Focusing hard on hearing what little came out of the cellphone, what few sounds weren’t drowned by the wet drums above, Sammie just didn’t notice Fubuka’s face over her shoulder until chin and shoulder met.֍ Sammie: AAAA! Get lost!֍ Fubuka: Omg, are you those magical girls? Is that a magical girl anime?֍ Sammie: Go away! You wouldn’t understand!Watching the cellphone also let Sammie, to some degree, watch her footing as well- the very second she didn’t half her shoe ended up deep in the mud.֍ Sammie: Wha- No, y- FUBU- AAAAAAA! ֍ Inno: Hmm?֍ Ellie: ӘQAϟ?Fubuka had already circled around Inno back to her place, and was already innocently holding her hand.֍ Sammie: I’m so tired of this! This stupid rain never ends! I want to rest!֍ Inno: Great idea. Let’s rest there.Inno points at… somewhere, that neither Sammir nor Fubuka can discern yet. Since Teegarden B has a tiny red dwarf for a sun, Ellie can see well in the dark- which is why she ends up hiding behind Inno.֍ Fubuka: …Where, Teacher?֍ Inno: There. See?As they get closer, they start to see it. They don’t start to like it at any point, though. It’s an abandoned bus stop shelter made entirely of concrete, half of it already taken over by moss.
֍ Fubuka: …Um… I’m not tired, I think.֍ Inno: Sammie is.֍ Sammie: No.֍ Inno: You aren’t?֍ Sammie: There could be ghosts there.Inno laughs, but alone. Surprised, she glances at Fubuka, who is pushing Ellie a bit to fit herself behind her teacher.֍ Inno: S’ what? We beat the shit out of it.֍ Sammie: Not only you are an idiot, you also are incultured! You can’t touch ghosts and ghosts can’t touch you!Inno’s remains perplexed, her curled mouth lingering.֍ Inno: Then what’s the problem?֍ Sammie: GOD. Nevermind.She was already too weary to explain anyway; anger also makes you tired. Inno’s back gets cramped as they draw near, yet Sammie doesn’t dare to turn on the cellphone’s flashlight- one of the reasons being that it would run out of batteries faster. But once inside it’s Inno’s lighter that shows how empty it was.֍ Inno: No ghost. You girls got lucky you’ll never have to face a Witch.The tiny trio breaks away from their tall guardian, who kneels to take out their gas-powered camping stove as the rain rages outside. The fake german then places it on the floor and turns it on. The fire is faint, but even faint light can dispel the darkness. Ellie sits her octopus on the concrete bench, takes out the thermos and two little glasses and serves it some warm tea. Then drinks both.
֍ Fubuka: Alright! My turn.Feeling shivers, Sammie turns to greet those red hunting eyes, what little she can see of them.֍ Sammie: The episode is not over yet.֍ Fubuka: And why would I care? You can watch your pervy japaneses later. An hour is an hour.֍ Sammie: It’s Magical Girl Drillface! It’s very cool, nuanced, and has layers of depth a heartless doll like you would never grasp!Fubuka peeks, somewhat curious, and, somewhat surprised, Sammie lets her. Then that red light disappears from the tiny blonde’s eyes as even her teasing smile fades to dust. ֍ Fubuka: ……..Her face is a drill.֍ Sammie: W-W-What a surprise!! So what?! Your nose looks like a drill too, and I don’t see you saving anyone!֍ Fubuka: WHAT?! How dare you! You are so stupid! I wasn’t even being mean, I was just telling the truth.֍ Sammie: I hate you!Ellie clutches the octopus close to her chest.֍ Fubuka: Whatever! Watch your embarrassing japanese Magical Girls. I’d rather watch anything other than you.֍ Sammie: You are a Magical Girl too you stupid plastic bimbo!֍ Fubuka: Yeah, but I’m a real one, you ugly dumbass. It's different. I don’t go around striking poses and going-Fubuka strikes a very convincing pose֍ Fubuka: -’Looooooooooveeee Beaaaam!!-’which ends with her making a heart with both hands. ֍ Fubuka: -you filthy nerd!֍ Inno: Damn straight girl, let’s do that!Fubuka watches Sammie’s jaw drop like a guillotine- and knows it’s over.
֍ Sammie: ….let’s do /what/?֍ Inno: That! Like the Magical Girls all dem little girls like! Let 's pose!֍ Sammie: …/WHAT/?Sammie tried but It was too late; Inno had already taken the phone and was watching the show, as the little writer could do little but watch and despair.֍ Inno: Aight, I get it. C’mon, with me! like this!Inno poses. Fubuka giggles nervously.֍ Fubuka: …Ummm… Hahaha, n-no… Teacher, you are a bit too big already.֍ Inno: I’m a Magical Girl too y’know.Inno poses. And Sammie grimaces, filled with a measured mix of disdain and disbelief.֍ Sammie: …No. You are /not/ a Magical /Girl/.֍ Inno: Yes I am! Peak of my youth. Les go Fubuka, like this!Inno poses. Fubuka subtly glances at both sides, but there’s no way out. The rain didn’t let up yet.֍ Fubuka: Umm… Maybe later, Teacher Inno? I’m feeling a bit down lately…But Inno- pouts. It’s too noticeable. It 's inescapable.֍ Inno: Awwww, but I neva ask you to do anytin…֍ Fubuka: No! I’m not saying no! It’s just- I’m never gonna forget this if I do it.Inno poses, smiling widely at her. Fubuka SIGHS- but chuckles.֍ Fubuka: I can’t believe im doing this. Like this?Fubuka poses. Sammie turns around, facing the endless rain.
֍ Ellie: Aϟƹƺȿ?Inno is grabbing Ellie’s arms and making her pose- who actually lets her and even tries to do it on her own. She nails the sequence at the second try.֍ Inno: Perfect! Just like that- and that. Good girl!֍ Ellie: ӘQƻƼƱȿɎ!֍ Inno: Aight Sammie, it’s like this. Look.֍ Sammie: …don’t wanna.֍ Inno: Huh? What did you say?֍ Sammie: Don’t wanna!֍ Fubuka: Oh, don’t tell me…Fubuka’s little mouth twists into a wicked grin- as Sammie remains perfectly still.֍ Fubuka: … you think this is embarrassing?֍ Sammie: You already have that ugly background screen! You don’t even want this, you just want to make me suffer!֍ Inno: Course not! Your my little angel. Now c’mere.It takes a bit, but Sammie slowly turns around. When Inno, Fubuka, and Ellie pose at her, she simply accepts her fate.֍ Sammie: J-just don’t look.֍ Fubuka: Hahaha, Teacher, you are so shameless…֍ Inno: Waaaaaaaa, corse I have shame. I have lots of it. Queen of Shame rite here eh. Now, hol on a sec.Inno takes out something more from her suitcase and glues the cellphone to the concrete wall by slashing duct tape across it. Sammie is so overthrown by the implications that she forgets to complain to Inno for doing that to a screen.֍ Sammie: NO, no way. NO way you are taping this.֍ Inno: Course I am! It’s gonna be so cute!Inno is already gushing.֍ Fubuka: (Just- just let her! We’ll delete it later!)֍ Sammie: (What if she makes copies? What if she uploads it?!)
Inno: Aight! And now, on my one, on my two, and- hearts! Love beaaaam!!֍ Fubuka: L-l-looovveee…֍ Sammie: …b-b-beeeaaaam…?֍ Ellie: Rrrrooooobbb iiiiiimmmm!Sammie's face is as red as Fubuka’s eyes.֍ Sammie: This NEVER happens in Magical Girl Drillface! This NEVER happens!!!֍ Inno: Let’s see how that went.Inno brutally rips the cellphone from the wall, yet the book girl is too gone to say anything. Instead, she glances at someone who is grinning like the devil. Sammie is tempted to call Fubuka a heartless doll and Fubuka is tempted to call Sammie an ugly bitch. Watching Inno watching the clip, without whispers or even telepathy, both opt out each on their own.In the end, the rain didn’t let up until the birds were singing again. Sitting on the concrete bench, Sammie ended up sleeping on one side of Inno resting the head on her shoulder, while Fubuka, on the other side, grasped Inno’s arm like a pillow. Nonchalantly, Ellie had just sat her butt on Inno’s lap and was snoring half a minute later.Inno didn’t sleep.
i was bored so heres a freebie
aaaaaaaaaaa life happened! post gonna take a bit. i wanna at least the first few to be complete enough, then we can just roll with it
Standing on the shores of Johor Bahru in Malaysia, gazing at pretty Transit City under the peeking sunrise past the trees, Teacher Inno realized they weren’t as near as she thought. After gently slapping Sammie, singing to Fubuka, and giving up and just straight up carrying Ellie on her back, Inno had the drowsy, yawning kids endure the cold morning breeze sunk in the smell of wet dirt and grass. With only the sound of creaking branches underfoot to break the silence, and what few beams sneaked through the myriad leaves above to quell their shivers, they walked half an hour to the nearest T21 bus stop. It stood next to the pavement and didn’t have moss growing on its walls, and the people already waiting in line made the contrast all the more glaring; even their outdoor garments felt clean and formal.Ten minutes later, the T21 arrived. Once inside, it was so full that they had a hard time finding an opening to look through the window as the bus bordered the Johor Strait. When Fubuka finally managed to take a look, although it was between the ass of a fat otaku and the dripping meat of an old granny, she felt it was worth it. As they were nearing JB Sentral Station it was Sammie and Ellie who fought for a good view. Right outside JB Sentral Station the construction of the RTS Link was in full swing, which is meant to be a fully automated, driverless light rail system. Behind the plastic road safety barriers rows of massive cranes went up and down like jack-hammers over a wide terrain, likely leveling it for the upcoming structure.Finally stepping outside the bus, Inno had everyone hold hands to withstand the river of people. It dragged them like a current as they climbed the many stairs and escalators into JB Sentral Main Hall. Ellie peeked from Inno’s shoulder only to regret finding out just how high they ended up- and getting a dizzying new notion of just how many persons exist on planet Alfred Earth.Once inside the very wide hall, whose mirror-like floor reflected at least a hundred travellers and their luggages, the Coordinator troupe joined the crammed queue for the Shuttle Tebrau. As the big screen above displayed the timings for the departures, Inno was teaching Ellie thumb wrestling while Fubuka and Sammie argued over the near dead cellphone still blasting Magical Girl Drillface at max volume. Half an hour gone, passports in hand, they went through the ACG’s (Automated Control Gates) to get those scanned, then down to the immigration halls, then even further below to the platform where a starry-eyed Ellie and her octopus met a train for the first time in their lives.
The Shuttle Tebrau is double headed, having a locomotive on each end. Once inside, once the door was finally sealed, Fubuka surprised Inno with a powerful sigh; her teacher glanced and blinked.֍ Fubuka: It’s just, there was so much paperwork. I guess I got nervous.֍ Inno: Cause you thought I was pulling some weird stuff? Girl, I’m an adult, remember? All like super responsible and stuff.֍ Sammie: I forget about that too sometimes. No offense.֍ Inno: None taken. I’m just glad you two can still agree sometimes y’know.Sammie and Fubuka looked away from each other just in case- while Ellie was in a different world altogether. Staring through the window, the alien invader was surprised to find the traffic jams on the Woodlands Causeway, parallel to the rails of the Shuttle Tebrau, the busiest border crossing in the world going straight across Straits of Johor and connecting the two countries. Inno looked from over Ellie’s pitch black hair and whistled, likely feeling very intense relief at NOT being down there because traffic always tested her faith in humanity. Then, right after a broadcast none of the girls could hear well, Inno knelt a bit to face them face to face.֍ Inno: Sammie, Fubuka, Ellie: we are inside Transit City. We all made it.The stare was intense and the voice was different; neither Sammie nor Fubuka had a clue as to how to answer. They didn’t dare crack jokes either. In only five minutes total, the train had gone from one country to the other. Right as they stepped out of it, they arrived at Woodlands Checkpoint- officially inside the jurisdiction of Transit City. It was another wide white and beige hall with sparkling floor tiles, this one filled with desks and paths of red retractable belt barriers marking fixed paths. And in only two and a half hours total they left Woodlands Checkpoint, because Inno did something wrong on the TCAC (the TC Arrival Card) and almost got deported because of the new self-clearance immigration kiosks misguiding her.
Still trembling, Fubuka had a hard time enjoying the view right outside Woodlands Checkpoint, the avant-garde mix of urban greenery and complex edifications, while Ellie was like a little monkey inside a spaceship almost twisting her own neck by spinning it too fast. The trees tidily lined along the shore, the highways all tangled together, the complex structure of the checkpoint itself that felt like a little city… Sammie admitted to never having seen a place so pretty, not even on the Internet. Reality is the strongest dressing of all.It took thirty minutes to get to Marsiling Station on the North-South Line from the Woodlands Checkpoint on foot. By only the tenth, Fubuka was already fully recovered, by the twentieth she was beside herself, pointing at things like a fangirl. Once there, they boarded a Southbound train on the North-South Line.Then, transferred to Jurong East.Then, they boarded an Eastbound train on the East-West Line towards Pasir Risto finally arrive at Queenstown MRT Station, Dizzy from all the swapping, already losing count of the trains and subways, Sammie was surprised to find herself actually glad of stepping grass. No; it was more than that. What greeted her once outside Queenstown Station was a whole new world, with some luck, one far kinder than the one that killed all of her favorite authors. To Ellie, everything was new anyway, Fubuka wondered how far they were from the US despite the marvelous townscapeand Inno was just very glad she wasn’t deported.
֍ Sammie: aaa… aaa…Sammie turns and looks back: Queenstown MRT Station is a lot bigger than she expected- like everything else here. So far, Transit City felt more alien to her than Teegarden B.֍ Fubuka: I wonder how they even build all of this. It’s all metal and concrete but so beautiful all the same. Right, Teacher?֍ Sammie: You wouldn’t understand.Sammie shrieks like an opera singer as Fubuka pinches her arm.֍ Ellie: Rrrrooooobbb iiiiiimmmm!!֍ Sammie: Why did you do that? Inno!Fubuka thinks it over. ֍ Fubuka: You wouldn’t understand!֍ Sammie: Inno! Do your damn job!֍ Inno: Sammie, sunshine, sugar, you started it.֍ Sammie: What? Are you saying being violent is the same as /talking/?֍ Inno: When both hurt, yeah. Look.Inno twirls in place to face the girls, then stretches an arm back towards the grand arch ahead.֍ Inno: Queenstown! Our new turf.Neither Sammie nor Fubuka nor Ellie find the view that exciting- but Inno is excited so Fubuka is too.֍ Fubuka: Wait… turf, Teacher? Are- are we staying here?֍ Inno: YES!!֍ Sammie: Please don’t pose. For how long?֍ Inno: How long do you wanna stay?֍ Fubuka: Don’t you get it, nerd? We are setting shop here.Sammie’s mouth is left gaping and forgotten. She glances at Ellie, who is dragging her octopus around.֍ Sammie: Ok… What now? Another bus?֍ Inno: Ho-ho… wouldn’t you rather we take the subway?֍ Sammie & Fubuka: Subway?֍ Ellie: ψϋσAay?
֍ Sammie: If I knew I would have to keep on walking for so long I’d just have taken the damn bus.֍ Fubuka: wooooo, watch your language eh!֍ Sammie: Oh my god you are so annoying!!֍ Inno: Shut your lovely little traps, girls, this here is a special moment.Feigning a small truce, the girls follow Inno as she turns a corner. ֍ Inno: Tararaaaaaaaan!Sammie finds no conceivable logical explanation as to why Inno would be so overjoyed to present them… a tunnel? A dark tunnel, at that? Far below, down the rectangular hole, the stairs going down lead to nothing but a sealed entrance, nothing but rusty bars holding back darkness. And neither does Fubuka.֍ Fubuka: Um…֍ Inno: Take a better look.֍ Ellie: ȿɎɷɸɷɸƱ?The hole, hidden deep inside an empty lot that is surrounded by a shopping center under construction from both sides, is surrounded by green railings with worn-out painting from all sides except the entrance. Two sets of handrails at waist height go down along the stairs, one at each side as a reclined, cracked black screen watches the girls from over the railing at the opposite side. Sammie takes a step closer: the steps of the stairs are made of steel.֍ Sammie: Those are escalators. Two of them. This is a subway. A closed subway.֍ Inno: Not for long!Because Inno was already going down with a crowbar, ignoring the faces of the youth.֍ Inno: …Mother-fucker…! Ah!The shrill sound makes Fubuka and Sammie both shut their eyes tight for a second, only to open them and find Ellie already deep below next to the teacher. The doors open wide with a ceaseless, unbearable sound as Inno pushes, to fade away from sight as they also merge with the darkness. Inno turns around with a thumbs-up.֍ Inno: Alright! I wanna see those butts bouncing down here.֍ Sammie: You finally snapped, didn’t you?֍ Inno: You know what’s crazy? Paying rent. Let 's go, Fubuka.֍ Fubuka: S-sure!Having ever watched a horror movie finally proves to be a horrible choice. Inno gets sucked into the darkness and so does Ellie.֍ Sammie: What are you waiting for? Go down.֍ Fubuka: You first.֍ Sammie: No. I’ll wait outside just in case. Someone could see us.֍ Fubuka: You are so full of crap.Fubuka DOES consider stealing that excuse- but she already told Teacher Inno she was coming. Gritting her teeth, she descends although slowly, the hair on her neck standing a bit more with each step further below.Once everyone is gone, Sammie realizes being alone is scarier- and walks down the escalator almost in a frenzy.
With the rest of her team already gone, Sammie finds herself alone in utter darkness once she steps through the broken door. Taking very careful steps, she gasps loudly once her foot touches firm ground. With no resort but to walk forward in utter darkness (because that stupid Fubuka took the phone to watch TikTok reels) she ends up screaming like any other little girl the moment her face feels a wall.֍ Inno: Over here!Turning around, a light is showing her the way, coming from the only corner she could take. Once at the bottom of the stairs, all that there is is a short hallway leading left. It turns right only once, and when Sammie takes that turn she is almost blinded by the cellphone’s flashlight.֍ Inno: You got lost?Sammie silently walks past Fubuka’s shit-eating grin, her anger and embarrassment collaborating to not give the bimbo the satisfaction. Who, in fact, is as pale as Ellie. Who just doesn’t mind.֍ Inno: And now for the big reveal. You girls ready?֍ Fubuka: R-ready?Fubuka and Sammie look past Inno at the endless darkness, their hearts beating like drums charging to war. When Inno turns the light towards the back they both scream and hard, only to find themselves hugging each other and then screaming again as they push away.֍ Inno: Welcome home!And Inno is only way too happy to be pointing the cellphone towards the vast darkness looming around them- Sammie can’t help feeling overwhelmed. But once she opens her brown eyes again, once she peeks from over her arm, all that is around her is a deserted tunnel stretching endlessly to the sides, and at the center an old subway with few wagons. She is standing, along Inno, Fubuka, and Ellie, on the side platform of a deserted subway station, behind those yellow lines her parents had always warned her about.֍ Ellie: ӜӘQAϟ.֍ Fubuka: What… is this?Fubuka dares to look around whatever that faint flashlight lets her. There is another platform across the two rails, connected to their side by the arched ceiling at the center, supported by tall pillars. The eerie sound of wide fans spinning somewhere makes her shiver as she finds the empty benches by the walls and notices the rows of windowed barriers standing between them and the empty wagons. Ellie points at the many signs all over the place, some hanging above by steel threads, some high on the walls, others on top of the entrance and some of the doors- all green, and nameless.֍ Inno: Now, repeat after me: Kōdinēta no omise e… yōkoso!!Despite Inno’s perfect Magical Girl posing, Sammie and Fubuka are too scared to ask what that means. But Ellie isn’t.֍ Ellie: ƱɸAƻƼƹƺ? Ʊɸϟƹƺ?֍ Inno: It means:Inno clears her throat.֍ Inno: “Welcome to the Coordinator’s Shop!”
Once rather certain that there are no monsters lurking about (except for a rat that made Fubuka jump on Inno) the girls inspected the place enough to come up with some conjectures:◕ There’s both running water and electricity in the bathrooms. Both have a few working outlets. However, some toilets in the ladies bathroom are clogged, and being just being there for long is almost unbearable◕ The air ventilation systems are still working.◕ The place is dirty. There are spiders. There are rats. The level of humidity is higher than average.◕ It has no Internet connection whatsoever◕ They are actually going to sleep, eat, work, and live there.◕ Very few lights work.Sammie is grabbing her head, losing hope.֍ Sammie: Please just tell me this is part of the test.The supposed test to become fully-fledged Coordinators.֍ Inno: Hey, I guess. And the first test is, and I wanna hear you say it:She poses again, to Sammie’s despair, because that never fucking happens in Magical Girl Drillface.֍ Inno: “Welcome to the Coordinator’s Shop!”֍ Fubuka: Hehe, Teacher Inno, you are too happy about this.Fubuka sighs. But, she then puffs out her chest. And smiles.֍ Fubuka: Then I’m happy too! Welcome home, and welcome to the Coordinator’s Shop!֍ Inno: Ellie, with me:֍ Ellie: ɷɸlcoЏӜӘ to Ɏɷɸ CoЏȿɎɷΛЏӜtor’s Әhoooooop!֍ Inno: Sammie!֍ Sammie: How are we even going to take a bath.֍ Inno: That’s how you wanna greet the customers?֍ Sammie: We are only going to adjust the rats here.֍ Inno: That’s up to you.Inno pats Sammie’s shoulder as she walks past. Then she takes out her old laptop from the suitcase, enters the bathroom, puts it between the sinks, plugs the charger, and beams up as the screen lits to life.֍ Inno: Everything is perfect.Instantly, even Ellie knows what’s going to happen; the expression drawn on her face is /exactly/ that of her sisters. Inno will stay there. Period. It is written in ancient lore, it is passed in whispers. When the night comes, when Inno turns on the PC, the beautiful Coordinator transformsinto the fearsome DELEGATOR.֍ Ellie: ɸɷɸƱΛ!!They had known even before the teacher’s sister, the one with the weird eyes, had warned them about it in that videochat when Inno finally went to sleep. Complaining was useless, and fighting was losing.
֍ Inno: Now, for your test.Inno glances at the three girls, who suddenly feel like soldiers called out of line.֍ Inno: You three girls are going to turn this place into a proper shop, a haven for Magical Girls. I want you to figure out what this place could need and buy it. ֍ Sammie: How?Inno tosses something like a shuriken, which Fubuka catches with a whimper.֍ Inno: That a debit card rite there, and it has your name on it. Don’t go too crazy or you’ll find out that the bank also has magical powers.֍ Fubuka: My name? That’s-She looks at the card. It has the words: ‘FUBUKA LATVIA’ imprinted on it.֍ Fubuka: H-huh?֍ Sammie: Do you REALLY expect little gi- huh? Why the hell are you crying? Another rat?֍ Fubuka: It’s nothing. Let’s go.֍ Sammie: We don’t even know what to do yet, stupid!֍ Inno: It’s simple. Figure out what to buy, and buy it. Few rules though.Inno turns from the PC to face them fully. Which means that the rules are actually serious.֍ Inno:◕ You stick together, no matter what. No splitting, no arguing. Fubuka is in charge.◕ Don’t do illegal. If I just wanted to take gold from a strongbox I wouldda done that ages ago.◕ No magic except for Ellie, and she always has to be with you two anyway.◕ Can’t bring normal people here. Too risky.◕ Have fun.The last one was said with a smile full of glee, before turning back to the PC.֍ Sammie: You ran away from the ‘’’pigs’’’MULTIPLE times. And what’s the point of having magic if we can’t use it?֍ Inno: You learn a few things.֍ Sammie: You really are sending three little girls to turn a sealed tunnel into your manor.֍ Inno: Our manor. Awwwwwww, I can’t stop thinking about hows it gonna look! We could fix the escalator, put somethin outside, have a secret elevator, idunno! We could have music, or curtains, or like a cute mascot, or anything! We could have a pool! Why not, who’s gonna care? And one last thing. I want you thinkin.Inno is already booting up CSGO. Ellie knows the startup sounds of the game by heart.֍ Inno: What is the benefit of being a good person? I want your answer on that.֍ Ellie: Ɏɷɸɷɸ???֍ Inno: What is the benefit of being a good person? Even if you aren’t, you can still have friends. Money. Cars. A dashing big brother to crush after, who could return your feelings in a forbidden way. Is it fear? Your consciousness?֍ Sammie: Aaaaaaaaaa, why did you have to put it that waaaay??! I hate you so much sometimes!֍ Inno: Also bring me a burger.And with that, the online match starts. They know because of her face. And they know better than to say absolutely anything to her at this very moment; the brazilian curses are about to erupt like a volcano.>Time to turn a tunnel into a shop.
congratulations!!! 80 posts in and you finally made it to the first prompt! it couldn't be helped cause the rust under my fingers was becoming claws, and i wanted to have some fun of my own before things get tricky. but this is as far as this goes. from now on posts will be fast and simple until we hit something heavy>>6332214its so fucking crazy to me to still see the old gucas around. i come and go from this place for like years at a time and i thought everyone did the same, yet im still matching with you guys. happy to see you lucindanon. lifathread forever, it was good, i reject any other viewpoint>>6332219roadtrips are DEAD>>6332231>dat spoilershe has the same cursed mom haircut as say edward elric's mom, so yeah, inno is fucked>>6332401glad the new gucas are havin fun already. made you wait for the prompt this time, but it was either that or low effort choices with no weight. >dat spoilertaravia even showed up on the news to show eeveryone jst how fucking dangerous already got, and they paired it up with a whole article about unemployed people eating from dumpsters. in sammie country of origin, taravia is a symbol of unemployment. yes, the big fucking centaur shaman is a symbol of unemployment>dat other spoileryou totally get it then. gucas can do so much crazy shit with their powers that not even laying one a thousand rules would be enough. we'll just have to wait and see and try to make sense of whatever gets cookedthat or roll int>>6332420aww, i feel so old. damn straught, meg hard, guca even harderBIG fucking note for erikanon though: since Ellie has no means to communicate yet you are banned from even meta posting in-game stuff except for explicit action prompts like >grab ass or >punch hippie. you can talk as usual with anyone else, but nothing related to the current events
>>6333741Fubuka wanted to go to America so bad she forgot how to speak japanese? Wish magic is so powerful.>>6333745Hmm, Sammy’s magic would make dealing with those rats so easy, she’d just have to turn into some awful sewer creature and eat them all. She wouldn’t even remember doing it so it’d be fine right? It’s such a pain that its not allowed.There has to be more rooms than just the platform and bathrooms, there isn’t a staff area? Something like that might be easier to clean and fortify against rats. I don’t want to sleep in an elevator.
>>6333742>It has no Internet connection whatsoever>...>Inno is already booting up CSGOHmmm... anyway.>>6333745>She looks at the card. It has the words: ‘FUBUKA LATVIA’ imprinted on it.Oof, right in the feels.>you are banned from even meta posting in-game stuff except for explicit action prompts like >grab ass or >punch hippie.Ah well, it's pretty clear anyway what we need to tackle to make the Megucabunker livable. >Take in the sights, smell people, eat flowers from the park, explore EarthE.T. on holliday... at least until Fubuuka and Sammie drag her back to work.>>6333825>Something like that might be easier to clean and fortify against rats.https://youtu.be/OXQwx1EolD8?si=K2V8jhIekP5vIY5E
>>6333748"jst how fucking dangerous already go" is "just how fucking dangerous AI already got". brain was melted at that point>>6333825>Fubuka wanted to go to America so bad she forgot how to speak japanese? Wish magic is so powerful.that's just how bad inno's pronunciation isgreat save rite lmao
>>6333742There goes having little girls in charge of situations that we ourselves have no idea on how to deal with>No internet connectionAnd how on earth is Inno getting online matches???>Few working lightsExcept Ellie, nobody could see everything down here properly without proper illumination, let alone scrubbing the place clean. Since there are some working electric outlets, I would have thought of getting outside, pull out the cellphone charged with very little battery and online search any nearby store that sells floodlights, be it a furniture store or hardware store. And also get extension cords, preferably the one in rolls, for places without working outlets. BUT>Fubuka is the one holding the card so she has to agree on it>6333825Oh well I will just follow her to find the staff room or whatever room it is! And when she has to explore whichever pitch black region while banging her head into walls I just have to suggest my idea so she can’t even disagree with it! No arguing right?And me becoming whatever abomination Fubuka is thinking in her head is not going to solve the rat problem once and for all. Rats are still going to fill the void and make comebacks if we don’t know where they come from. Oh I am merely stating a fact, I am not arguing with you!
>>6333887>It has no Internet connection whatsoever>...>Inno is already booting up CSGO>>6333894>No internet connectionAnd how on earth is Inno getting online matches???----To buy weapons in CSGO, the game Inno is addicted to, you can opt to press keys in the keyboard instead of navigating the in-game window with the mouse. Although Sammie knows for a fact that Inno presses the keys, it happens so inhumanly fast that Sammie still can't shake the impression that her teacher can use telekineses but uses it for that sole purpose. Almost cowering, as Sammie witnesses Inno's face twist into what the blonde calls 'favela mode', one thing becomes glaringly apparent-֍ Fubuka: Um... Teacher...-that her dubiously legal guardian still has an Internet connection. Sammie glances at the cellphone plugged to the laptop, their sole link with the rest of the worldand wonders if, perhaps, just like Fubuka and maybe Ellie, it is they that might need it most.>???
>>6334239>>6333894>Method was to search the internet for stores>Oh great time for plan B, the good 'ole way of just ask people aroundHow much time have we taken to walk from the train station to our (out of business) shop? It is likely most of the ameneties and foot traffic is around a transit hub, and probably the best location for asking people, getting a rough map of the area and buying lunch/dinner for the day.Also when buying if asked why 3 small girls need a bunch of floodlights just say it's for school club and ask for a reciept
>>6334328>How much time have we taken to walk from the train station to our (out of business) shop?like half an hourmember guys, you can discuss all you wanna, i aint no hurry, but your gucas only move when you put an>actionlike for example>punch jimena in the face>ask rita to stop sulking inside the trashcan>tell emma it's ok to be a turbo-lesbian on multiple steroids but to please clean her own fucking room>run from lucinda>ask erika if her grandpa was in the holocaust and in which side
>>6334332Okay here we go>>6333745>>6333825>begrudgingly follow whatever Fubuka wants to do right now>answer anything within few words if Fubuka shits on Sammie since we are not allowed to argue>If we ran out of options doing useful things because the lack of proper illumination, then suggest buying floodlights from either furniture or hardware stores + multi plug extension cords>Since there is no internet best bet is to go to Queenstown station OR neighbourhoods on the way to Queenstown station and ask actual people where the stores would be>Also suggest buy lunch/dinner/takeaway burgers around there and get an idea of the area in general
>>6334332> Search the subway station for a staff break room or something. Somewhere more hospitible than stinking bathroom or drafty tunnel> Shop for cleaning supplies: brooms, dusters, trash bags, strong tape (for sealing rat holes? maybe), gloves, chemicals…> Shop for sleeping arrangements: a tent? futons?Other furniture for decorating like tables, chairs, display cases and stuff we might be able to scrounge from that abandoned supermarket complex upstairs from us.Oh, and> Keep an eye out for Kyubey
>>6334340>If we ran out of options doing useful things because the lack of proper illumination, then suggest buying floodlights from either furniture or hardware stores + multi plug extension cordsfloodlights and multi plug extension cords aren't common knowledge. m2 int roll to see if sammie knows any of that>>Since there is no internet best bet is to go to Queenstown station OR neighbourhoods on the way to Queenstown station and ask actual people where the stores would bethis will be an m1 char roll just to ask people where stuff is lawl>>Also suggest buy lunch/dinner/takeaway burgers around there and get an idea of the area in generalto inno? if its to fubuka you can talk to her here and if its to ellie she's screwed because ɷɸɷɸƱ.>>6334814> Search the subway station for a staff break room or something. Somewhere more hospitible than stinking bathroom or drafty tunnelgive me an m1 per roll>Shop for cleaning supplies: brooms, dusters, trash bags, strong tape (for sealing rat holes? maybe), gloves, chemicals…m1 int roll to see if fubuka knows even this basic stuff lmao> Shop for sleeping arrangements: a tent? futons?no roll for this because she'll ask someone else> Keep an eye out for Kyubeym3 roll to see if fubuka would spot kyubey if it happens to be near, since it's likely that the fuck is around the city, we'll do it like this: whenever fubuka moves to a new location that is not the hole, we'll roll for both kyubey and the per roll. kyubey will take a less than 20 to show up. if both rolls hit, then fubuka spots the cat. what do you think?>>6333887>Take in the sights, smell people, eat flowers from the park, explore Earthbasically just fuck around. any particular goal to this? or is this ellie just havin fun because cool new stuff?if you guys disagree with any of the rolls we can talk it out, if you wanna change your mind because you don't like the odds then that's fine too, you can think up another action. that's how it's always has been lel. also all rolls are 1d100 just in case for the fresh meat
>>6335025> Int rollsOH NObefore I try to argue why this should obviosuly be constitution instead, what number would I be trying to beat? I looked at the gif but it didn’t say, or I’m blind
>>6335052>before I try to argue why this should obviosuly be constitution insteadkeep in mind that what we are rolling for is not Fubuka's ability to carry all that stuff (she's a magical girl, they are pretty strong already by default)you'd be trying to beat a 50. it's a coin flip whether or not Fubuka knows you clean the floor with a broom and ends up buying a rake instead
Rolled 20, 77, 59 = 156 (3d100)>>6335053I was just joshing. yeah and we can ask Ellie to schwoop away the really heavy stuff right. If she isn't trying to eat the squirrelsHere goes, if I fail by only a little bit maybe I walk into a really high end store instead, or forget the card number.>Per2 m1 (finding a roomy room), Int1 m1 (shopping), Per2 m3 (missing mascot)
Rolled 16 (1d100)>>6335025>basically just fuck around. any particular goal to this? or is this ellie just havin fun because cool new stuff?Basically Ellie having fun. She probably understood that the trio has been given a task but lmao no Kyubey no translation. The 2 other girls can probably take care of most of that, She would likely agree to carry their bags as she's overall lighter in Earth gravity. She'll help if asked but otherwise she's having fun.>>6335058>If she isn't trying to eat the squirrelsNow, now, that' plain rude!...She would try to make kebab out of them, not eat them raw, and that is if she's not distracted by the butterflies and tries to pet them.
>>6335025>floodlights are specific knowledgeLet's say if I change the phrasing for Sammie to think of "strong electric lights that is not fixed to a wall or celling" how would that affect the roll? She might end up with a standing lamp from the furniture store or huge portable torches from the hardware store but better without lightsAlso>have to buy a handtorch if Inno is going to hog the phone>extension cordsBy the way does Sammie know where are all the known working power outlets?>buy foodInno already sort of ordered burgers, so it is to FubukaAnd possibly drag Ellie around
>>6335116>Let's say if I change the phrasing for Sammie to think of "strong electric lights that is not fixed to a wall or celling" how would that affect the roll?it would annul it, pretty much. anyone has seen "strong electric lights that is not fixed to a wall or celling". however, she won't know what to look for specifically, so she'd have to ask someone. basically, sammie would be looking for something more generalbit of a warning there: if she's offered something else that fits the description but is /not/ floodlights, she'll have to roll int to discern>She might end up with a standing lamp from the furniture store or huge portable torches from the hardware store but better without lightsoh wait, you get it lmao>By the way does Sammie know where are all the known working power outlets?not all, just the ones inside both bathrooms. she doesn't know if there are more or not>And possibly drag Ellie aroundnoted! if ellie wants to break free she'll have to roll pa against yours
>>6335121>power logistics only limited within bathroomsLet's say, if she knows that the power cord of the electric lights bought will not be enough to pull out of the bathroom, would that give an idea that she needs something to extend the range the power could reach? She is most likely to find these things at the stores anyway>Ellie! We have to stick together!Literally walking the E.T.
>>6335133yeah, that's just basic logic. no need to roll for that. you only roll int when complex logic is involved. that being said, even cooking is complex to a caveman
Rolled 28 (1d100)>>6335158rollin' for asking residents of our new turfnow gotta hope Sammie has the discerning eye for buying things that the gang needs
then what we got is this:fubu:> Search the subway station for a staff break room or something. Somewhere more hospitible than stinking bathroom or drafty tunnel> Shop for cleaning supplies: brooms, dusters, trash bags, strong tape (for sealing rat holes? maybe), gloves, chemicals…> Shop for sleeping arrangements: a tent? futons?> Keep an eye out for Kyubeysam:>agree to be fubuka slave>buy a "strong electric lights that is not fixed to a wall or celling">buy a handtorch (or something like that)>buy extension cords>buy food>drag Ellie around>go to Queenstown station OR neighbourhoods on the way to Queenstown station and ask actual people where the stores would be>scan the areaellie:>fuck aroundalso was that roll for kyubeysearchand besides the burger for inno, what kinda meal is each of you going to look for?anyway, that's what we got! post tomorrow
>>6335175>Meal of the day>Since we are already buying burgers for Inno anyway might as well get burgers>Bring Ellie the menu and buy her the first three things she pointed atHopefully she understands that we are to buy her things that are supposed to be ingested>or if Ellie really wanted to get into a restaurant while on our way to buy supplies, we will just eat there (if it accepts cards), then order a takeaway burger meal for Inno there or somewhere elseActually do we get to use cash in Transit City? Is there a way withdraw some cash from the card? I doubt that all shops in the city accepts card
Rolled 25, 40, 66 = 131 (3d100)>m5 per Ellie>m5 per Sammie
work was hard. tomorrow for sure!
Fubuka, Ellie, and Sammie notice that each of them is staring at the cellphone- and doing nothing. They know better. An alien, even Ellie somehow feels it in the air, smells it; the tension. Brazilian CSGO online matches are Inno’s sacred outlet as she strives to become a better person. She needs this. Even Sammie’s bitching about having to obey Fubuka gets stuck in her throat, the words peeking from her mouth but never leaving. So, she just directs them to her.֍ Sammie: Alright, ////boss////. What now?֍ Fubuka: Sorry, I’m not in the mood for this.֍ Sammie: What?Fubuka walks away, towards the lonely, abandoned subway that has finally found company.֍ Sammie: We have to go outside and walk around.֍ Fubuka: Think about what we have to buy for a while.֍ Sammie: We can do that /outside/. While we /walk/.Fubuka ignores Sammie and wanders away on her own.> Search the subway station for any other room.Most of the few working lights are inside both sides of the tunnel. What little light leaks from the endless holes is just enough for Fubuka to discern basic shapes in the dark. Not daring to touch the filthy walls to search by tact, she simply settles for taking a lap around the subway. She finds nothing, perhaps because she wasn’t even looking for anything.>> ֍F (M1 Perception roll: 20 = Failure) << (Search the subway station for other rooms.)
As Inno’s indecipherable insults (because that’s what those are) echo from the men’s bathroom, Sammie is trying to distract herself from the fact that she’s annoyed. Illumination is missing, that one’s easy, but- what will they regret not buying once back? Food, that’s for sure- but that Sammie knows because she’s hungry right now. Painfully aware that she may not be such a long-term planner, she settles for having the light show them what’s missingonce Fubuka stops droning about. Who just so happens to finish her third lap.֍ Sammie: Are you done being weird?֍ Fubuka: What a pain in the ass.֍ Sammie: Can you at least tell me to go buy the items we need so that I can- buy the items we need?Fubuka chuckles, bitch face and all. Ignoring that she’s annoyed is getting hard for Sammie.֍ Fubuka: Since when are you such a mommy’s little girl? Fine. ‘Sammie, go buy the items we need’.֍ Sammie: At least I don’t call Inno ‘mommy’.Fubuka opens her mouth to say anything but all that comes out is a faint, little shriek of despair- as Sammie grabs Ellie by the hand and drags her.֍ Ellie: ƹƺ? Ʊɸϟ?֍ Sammie: Put on your sunglasses, Ellie.Sammie grabs the sunglasses and leaves them resting on the bridge of Ellie’s nose as they walk out. Still red, still taking side glances at the men’s bathroom, Fubuka decides it’s wise to wait a bit yet: she’s safe in the dark. Then, she runs behind them.
From the deep black below, Sammie, Ellie, and Fubuka climb the broken escalator, eyes fixed on the light coming from the world outside. Sammie opens the rusty barred door and tries to close it behind her, only to scream as one with Ellie as a hand from the dark gets in the way.֍ Fubuka: I’m going too.֍ Sammie: What the hell is wrong with you?֍ Ellie: ƹƹƺ! Ʊɸ Ʊɸϟƹƺƺ? Ʊɸϟ!Fubuka simply walks past, ascending to Transit City. The others follow suit, all reflected in the cracked black screen hanging above.֍ Sammie: Are you done crying? Did you see a rat or something?֍ Fubuka: Um… yeah, maybe?֍ Sammie: …You are kidding me, right?Fubuka giggles, but it’s short-lived. Considering that she could be right makes her tremble. Considering that a rat could have bit her makes her shiver. ֍ Ellie: …ɸϟƹƺ.Sammie steps out of the escalator, safe now in the shade of the abandoned supermarket complex. Straight ahead, on the street outside this alley, walk to and from their jobs the citizens of Queenstown, not nearly the swarm of people they had to endure at JB Sentral. Few glance over; all keep moving.Yet, like a deer under an Apache helicopter, Sammie considers taking a step back.֍ Fubuka: We should cover this place somehow. Those guys would freak out if they knew little girls are going in and out of a place like this.֍ Sammie: Those guys? You mean ‘everyone’?This time, it’s Fubuka who walks ahead, and Ellie who drags Sammie forward.
Fubuka was beginning to consider what a good person is until she caught a glimpse of Queenstown. What greets the trio the moment they step outside the alley is neatness. A clean, leveled street, a clear sky, colorful shops; rows of palm trees, of luxury cars, of lamp posts and trashcans, rows of everything and all in carefully crafted distance. Even the citizens walk at a fixed distance from each other. Even the colossal buildings rising from the ends of the world follow a clear pattern.֍ Sammie: Eh, where do we even go?֍ Fubuka: It doesn’t matter. Everything is so pretty here.There’s always a tall structure in sight no matter where Fubuka looks, they don’t get closer or further no matter where she moves. Patches of trimmed greenery are injected everywhere across the pavement, small plazas with vending machines are a common sight. Bikes galore of any color, some hanging from mechanized wall racks, most not even tied. Automatic parking barriers spawn all over the place, their striped arms going up and down the contrast between steel and grass evermore growing glaring.Ellie notices the big roman number drawn on the street as Fubuka takes the corner, the little blonde getting surprised by the sudden hits of pneumatic drills and hammers. She looks up to the big butt of a construction worker sitting on a floating board, hanging only from thin lines as he places a wide window in place.֍ Sammie: At least we get spared this cacophony down there.> Keep an eye out for KyubeyFubuka doesn’t ask what a “cacophony” is. Instead, she looks away and around pretty Queenstown, red eyes glossing all over the place looking for other red eyes, those of Kyubey.While Sammie realizes they aren't actually getting anywhere.
>Go around Queenstown and ask actual people where the stores would be.The truth of this town had quickly become apparent: under its attempts at seeming urban lies high tech everywhere, subtly meshing with the scenery.֍ Sammie: We should ask people where the places of interest are.֍ Fubuka: Places of interest? You mean the shops?֍ Sammie: Simply put, yes.֍ Fubuka: Simply put, you are a nerd. Fine. Go ask someone.Sammie looks at someone coming by. It’s a short man wearing glasses, dressed casually. The girl feels something crawling on her skin.֍ Sammie: You go.Fubuka turns to Sammie and grins and doesn't even answer- who just glances at the smaller blonde as the darkness in her own heart grows just a little wider. Considering age to be any kind of metric for intelligence is beyond primitive. Might as well beat someone with a stick to death and eat it instead of buying burgers.But, yes, she does walk up to him, dragging Ellie. And the man does stop.Although Sammie says nothing.Short man: Yes?And continues to say nothing until Fubuka kicks her in the heel.֍ Sammie: I-I want to eat a burger!And nothing further.Short man: Oh, um, that’s nice.Face still, only the eyelids of the man move to scan around. One of his hands is left lingering in the air.Short man: Are you girls doing one of those Tok Tok pranks?Ellie yells in teegardenian as Sammie yanks her away full throttle.>> ֍S (M1 Charisma roll: 20 = Failure) << (Ask people where the stores are.)
Thankfully, Queensway Shopping Centre is hard to miss, hogging a full block by itself. Of course, Fubuka asked. Standing under the massive steel letters spelling ‘QUEENSWAY SHOPPING CENTRE’, which is right over the gigantic poster of a black man screaming yet saying nothing, Fubuka, Sammie, and even Ellie realize that, despite their teacher always teasing around, they truly are small.Stepping inside, walking up a ramp, what greets them right off the bat is an arcade- humble in size, but not short on UFO catchers. Or dazzling lights.֍ Sammie: Awesome!֍ Fubuka: Yeah no time for that, let’s move it.Despite lacking context, Ellie wonders what Fubuka would have done had she seen Sammie’s disappointed glare. But, she doesn’t get hung up on that. Not very long. Just turning around is all it took.֍ Ellie: ɸAʮθψϋϟƹƺ?! Everything. Trinkets, jewels, shoes, backpacks, bikes, lava lamps, Rubick cubes, screens displaying videogames, flying drones you could test, racks of every type of clothing for every season, even a car- all taking just a little bit of room from the picture, but all there at the same time. Ellie doesn’t even notice Sammie’s hand stealing her away. The hallways are made of craft shops next to clothing stores next to Indian food stalls next to hardware stores. There’s so much she wants to grab or taste, so much to discover>> ֍E (M1 Physical Affinity roll: 16 = Failure) << (Break free from Sammie.)but Sammie grip is tight because she’s mad about being a year too young. Bummer.
> Shop for cleaning supplies: brooms, dusters, trash bags, strong tape, gloves, chemicals…֍ Sammie: This stupid shopping center- it’s so big, too big. It doesn't need to be this big. There’s no reason for it to be this big.֍ Fubuka: Are you mad at the shopping center for being big?֍ Sammie: You know what? Yes. I am. Do you have a problem with that?֍ Fubuka: Nope, hate away.> Shop for cleaning supplies: brooms, dusters, trash bags, strong tape (for sealing rat holes? maybe), gloves, chemicals…֍ Fubuka: There. Our first stop.֍ Elllie: ʮθψɷ?Ellie follows Fubuka’s finger and finds the cleaning supplies store. It just… doesn’t look exciting. Fubuka steps up to the counter with no hesitation, where an old lady wearing an apron greets her.֍ Fubuka: Hello. I want, um…Sammie’s face peeks from over Fubuka’s shoulder as the blonde racks her brains. Suddenly, Sammie feels bright inside, full of light, or maybe hope.֍ Fubuka: I want brooms, dusters, trash bags, tape, gloves, and chemicals.Fubuka puffs her chest proudly. Sammie feels nothing anymore.Old lady in an apron: Sure, dear. What kind of chemicals did your mom send you to buy?֍ Fubuka: The best! The best chemicals.Sammie feels a bit of light still.>> ֍F (M1 Intelligence roll: 71 = Success) << (Know basic everyday stuff about cleaning.)
> Shop for sleeping arrangements.They stumble upon a store full of beds and pillows while Ellie dragged Sammie to look at a talking cat animatronic.֍ Fubuka: Hi. We need somewhere we can sleep on.The bearded man in charge of the mattress store turns to the trio with a warm smile.Man with beard: What cute kids! Where 's daddy?Sammie grimaces at the question as Fubuka furrows her brow, yet steels on.֍ Fubuka: If I knew, that man would be dead. Man with beard: …Oh. I see.֍ Sammie: Damn…Man with beard: So, eh, momma sent you on an errand, right, little girls? ֍ Fubuka: Yes- NO!֍ Sammie: We need something portable we can sleep on comfortably.Man with beard: I see, I see! What do you want to use that for? Camping? Is it for your room? We do free shipping around here.Sammie opens her mouth, but remembers Inno’s instructions- like becoming Fubuka’s slave.֍ Sammie: No, that won’t do. We should be able to carry it from here.The man scratches his beard.Man with beard: Well, we do have air beds-
>Buy a "strong electric lights that is not fixed to a wall or celling".>Buy something like a handtorch.>Buy extension cords.֍ Fubuka: You know, you don’t freeze up when someone else is already talking.They ended up buying some ice cream to keep Ellie busy, only to lose track of their task themselves and wander around. Fubuka’s cone has a lot of pink and red, Ellie’s is a tower of six different flavors, and Sammie’s only has different kinds of chocolate.֍ Sammie: So what?֍ Fubuka: Nothing, just pointing it out.֍ Sammie: We didn’t tackle the most pressing issue yet. The total darkness.֍ Fubuka: I thought that was the burgers. The most pressing issue.Sammie finds ten different ways of poking fun at Fubuka, but her own stomach silences her sternly. Instead, she takes a sharp turn into a convenience store with many sections. Sammie walks up to the clerk, a young, ginger lady, opens her mouth- then freezes.Ginger Lady: Yes? What can I help you with?But it’s a convenience store. It’s not like just approaching some random guy on the street. It should be fine. The clerk speaks in broken English, with the pronunciation all wrong.֍ Sammie: I, um, need "a strong electric light that is not fixed to a wall or ceiling".Sammie is facing another direction, but at least the words came out. However, the ice cream on her cone slips because of the angle, and with a little scream she ends up catching the cold ball of chocolate with her other hand. The clerk just stares with her mouth curled.֍ Sammie: S-sorry. I also need a flashlight or something like that too.Her hand is freezing,Ginger Lady: I, umShe hastily takes out a napkin.Ginger Lady: Just drop that here.֍ Sammie: But I want to eat it.The muffled sound makes Sammie glance behind; Fubuka’s face is all red as she giggles like a hyena on fire, while grabbing Ellie’s hand herself. Faced with the surreal, the clerk quickly grabs Sammie’s hand and gently untangles the fingers herself, taking the chocolate ice cream ball into the napkin.֍ Sammie: But that was mine.Then the ginger store clerk walks to a fridge behind her, opens it up, then takes out not one but three packaged ice cream cones.Ginger Lady: On the house. Fair trade?֍ Sammie: Those three are for me, correct? I don’t have to share them.Ginger Lady: …No. All for you.֍ Sammie: G-good.
>Buy food. Sammie bought the extension cord at a hardware store, it was the only thing that had that kind of functionality. A few eyebrows were raised when she mentioned that the only outlets in her house are in the bathroom. Fubuka is still laughing her ass off.֍ Sammie: Shut up!! You are SO annoying!֍ Fubuka: I am SO telling Inno this, oh my god. And the ice cream bit!֍ Sammie: Do it! Why would I care?Yet Sammie is still red, her facade melting as the denial crumbles. Turning and turning like a screw, Ellie noticed: some of the people coming or going are wearing face masks. It’s always the grown-ups or the elderly, so she wonders what’s going on. Meanwhile, she mindlessly chews on the cone of the ice cream that Sammie gave her. Fubuka got nothing. ֍ Ellie: ƹƺʮθψ?Small round tables and chairs cram this wide new hallway, surrounded by many shops. Fried food, shawarma, tea, soda, hotdogs, a spinning chicken on display… They all have something in common.֍ Fubuka: Finally, food!֍ Ellie: Food!Likely, the only human word Ellie fully understands.֍ Fubuka: Ellie, let’s get those burgers and go back.֍ Ellie: Food!The place they find, because /of course/ there would be burgers, is a McDonalds. To Fubuka, the presence of the true US embassy is proof enough that this shopping centre doesn’t fuck around.֍ Fubuka: What are you going to eat? A burger?֍ Sammie: I can’t believe I said that.>Bring Ellie the menu and buy her the first three things she pointed atSammie looks bitter enough, but despite mourning she still picks up the plastic menu and shows it to Ellie. She pincers the alien’s index finger between her own and thumb and places it on the pictures of food.֍ Sammie: Point at what you want to eat.Ellie looks at Sammie longingly- then frantically stabs the picture of the burger over and over. The first three things she picked were one and the same. After watching, Fubuka alone walks up to the counter of the stall, trying to ignore the bright led screens with ads behind the cashier.
Inno’s trio left the Queensway Shopping Centre with nine Big Macs and a salad. Outside, the blades of wet grass under the sprinklers still shine like fire. Fubuka stops and therefore so does Ellie once at the bottom of the stairs that lead to the entrance. The hooded alien turns to stare at her wrangler quizzically, hoping to be out of the sun’s gaze soon.֍ Fubuka: Ellie, haven’t you forgotten something?֍ Sammie: Huh? You mean me?Behind those sunglasses, Ellie blinks in annoyance. This fool is speaking to her in the language of the Earth, hopefully at least knowing that she can’t understand her. Because then she would be evil but at least not that stupid. But when Fubuka starts waving her arm, torso, and head around, flailing her limbs around like a broken doll, Ellie’s annoyance becomes outright outrage.֍ Ellie: σΛЏ ƔƐƝ!! ƔƐƝƜ!!But then she sees it, the pattern: it’s like Fubuka has many limbs. That trash around nonstop like whips, that-֍ Ellie: …ɸʮψ?Ellie looks at her own hands. Then turns around. Then around, and around again,but her octopus isn’t around.֍ Fubuka: Wait! Don’t cry! Look!Too late, Ellie is already crying her eyes out, snot included. But she chokes on her own gasp when she finds the octopus on Fubuka’s arms, and rips it from her almost in a fit of rage.֍ Ellie: …Ɣ! ɸAϟƹƺ ɷɸʮθ ɸʮψ…! ƺ ɷɸʮ ɸʮψ…!֍ Sammie: You bought her a new one, didn’t you?֍ Fubuka: Never tell her.They truly had everything.(cont in a while!)
i'm sorry guois im like fr i had to like set the whole world and stuff but now that i already did i can already start going>FUCK>DAMNmore often. i knaaw at this point my credibility on this is at minus ten at least but you heard it here first yppj8 is my captcha i want the choices to have weighthave guca as token of piece
>>6336104>fr i had to like set the whole worldDon't apologize for this, mate. I enjoy the pace of the story, you make the character interactions worth the wait between updates.
day got fucking sucked by a black holeits gonna get better>>6336242that's a relief, but im still gonna try to make things more dynamic after this update
In the end, Fubuka saw no cat. Or anything like it.>>֍F(M3 Perception φ Roll: 59 = Failure)<< (Find Kyubey.)Hesitation may be defeat, but defeat is still way better than whatever could be creeping behind those rusty iron bars. The entrance to the forbidden subway isn’t any less creepy because they already went through it. Sammie, Fubuka, and even Ellie realize how easy it was when Inno was there with them.֍ Fubuka: This is the first thing we place we are going to add lights to.֍ Sammie: It won’t be. The extension cord only stretches so far.֍ Fubuka: So you didn’t even get us anything for this.֍ Sammie: It just so happens that lamps require electricity to work… you absolutely, irredeemably dumb ape faced farting monkey.Fubuka pushes Sammie to the bars, who screams loudly- very little, because she was barely at arms length from it.֍ Fubuka: HAHAHAHHA֍ Ellie: ƐϋƐϋƐϋƐϋƐϋƐϋƐϋ!֍ Sammie: Is this how you think it works?! To rule with violence and fear?!֍ Fubuka: Huh? What? No, I just think it’s funny. Huh… Hmm…Sammie stops herself when she realizes Fubuka is genuinely considering what she just said. Stuck inside her mind, even, as she scratches her own cheek absent-mindedly.֍ Fubuka: To rule with violence and fear…Thrown out by whatever’s going on, Sammie simply slams the bars aside and, well, carefully walks down the total darkness.
Once all the way down in the darkness, after touching the wall and turning left, Fubuka’s face stumbles upon a stretched arm.֍ Sammie: (Keep quiet. I hear voices.)֍ Fubuka: (It’s just Teacher Inno being mean to people of other colors.)But then Fubuka hears that other voice and doesn’t retort.Perfect voice: And do they know about… that?Racist voice: Yup, told em right off the bat. That Magical Girls become Witches, right? And so that we eat each other for dinner? Yeah, they know all that.Perfect voice: I do think humor has its limits with something so tragic. So you did, then. Yet, they are so young…Racist voice: I also told them there’s no fucking way they are living past eighteen, nineteen tops if they eat their broccoli.There’s a silence.Perfect voice: May I ask-Racist voice: And I also told them that I’m conking out in a year at most but that only as long as my MMR doesn’t drop under four thousand.There’s another silence. Ellie’s head peeks from the corner, but is soon dragged back into the darkness by tentacles.Perfect voice: I think it can’t be helped that will outlast the both of us. Letting them get ready for such an event is a mercy. But Inno, telling them that their life is limited may crush their hopes and dreams. It may be too much at once. It’s a huge gamble.Racist voice: Not telling them is also a gamble. Cause, you know what? We Magical Girls are a lucky bunch in a way everybody overlooks. We don’t have to worry about school or careers or jobs or bein liked by fuckin erryone and stuff, and we don’t have to be too careful about our health either. Like Perfect Lady over here thinking that cavemen also survived on takeout and fast food.Perfect voice: Why! Why do you always have to bring that up? Is it tradition at this point?Racist voice: The moment you step into this game you already don’t got that much to lose. And we girls who wished with hatred in our hearts are different, yknow?? We don’t have that bubble to pop. We rise from the mud, we start from the bottom of the barrel. And with a heavy burden like the ones these girls carry, the relief of not havin to seek redemption is even stronger than the pain of losing our future.Perfect voice: You have an interesting way to look at life as always.Racist voice: You have an interesting ass to look at as always.
Someone is sniffing. Loudly.Perfect voice: That is certainly the smell of burgers.Racist voice: I smell it too, but, like, oh my god… not meat? Not like, something more general? Like salt? Like…Someone is laughing. Loudly.Racist voice: …how the FUCK can you be so specific HAHAHA there’s no fucking way, there are so many brands and types of burgers and- Wait! I asked the girls to bring me a burger!Perfect voice: Oh for…Fubuka and Sammie shriek internally.֍ Sammie: (We’ll be caught!)֍ Fubuka: (Run away! Grab Ellie and-)But Ellie isn’t there. They finally peek from the corner. Dragging her octopus behind her, Ellie is peacefully making her way to the light.
Perfect voice: Looks like we’ve got a tiny visitor.Ellie glances at the blinding light at the side, then at the two women standing in front of the subway. She can see both of them clearly: Inno, her guardian, and the lady from Inno’s laptop.֍ Inno: Don’t be shy, Ellie. It’s just Weird Eyes.○|○ Weird Eyes: It’s just me.Ellie didn’t care about her anyway, but Weird Eyes' soothing voice got her staring, and staring at Weird Eyes made her care. Short bright yellow hair with black shades, a beige turtleneck sweater, deep blue jeans, a stance of comfy confidence, a quiet little smile, and eyes that her little alien mind can’t parse well, as it turns out, are the ingredients to make the prettiest woman she had ever seen on either planetbut what truly caught Ellie’s attention was the red-eyes white weasel-thing licking its paws on that pretty perfect shoulder.֍ Ellie: Kϟbeʮ!/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Kyu!Kyubey jumps away as Ellie climbs Weird Eyes like a ladder, and when Ellie launches herself from the shoulder Kyubey dodges the other alien by leaping through the subway’s empty window.○|○ Weird Eyes: Holy Kyubey!But when Ellie is about to give chase she finds that her feet don’t reach the ground, and two hands under her armpits.֍ Inno: Give it up, Ellie. This one is off-limits.Kyubey peeks from inside the subway./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ɏɷɸ ƱӜӘQ ƱθȿɎΛЏAnd Ellie stops flailing her arms and legs around, suddenly limp like an annoyed cat.
֍ Sammie: Why is it off-limits?Sammie and Fubuka walk into the humble spotlight, noticing that it comes from a cellphone on a bench to the left.֍ Inno: Cause Kyubeys are sacred to Weird Eyes. She wants em going around making contracts.○|○ Weird Eyes: Good afternoon, Fubuka and Sammie. Did you find the journey amusing?The polite way the pretty woman addresses them, by facing them fully and looking straight at them, is an off-putting, stark contrast to whatever they got used to with Inno. Both Sammie and Fubuka already talked to her through the webcams, but having the conversation face to face proves different for many reasons. For one, they both have to swallow the sad certainty that this is the most beautiful woman they will ever see.֍ Sammie: W-What matters is what’s on the inside! Aesthetics are for shallow people!○|○ Weird Eyes: Oh my, is that so?Weird Eyes rests her hand on her cheek as she smiles faintly, fixing those weird eyes on Sammie- who looks away as if someone had just hit her in the face with a bouquet of roses.֍ Fubuka: You are so pretty that I want to eat you. I want to know how you taste.Weird Eyes glances at Inno, who glances at Weird Eyes. Inno just giggles, and Weird Eyes just scoffs at the teacher warmly.○|○ Weird Eyes: My, my-The pretty woman joins her hands over her chest, as if begging.○|○ Weird Eyes: Please don’t eat me. Oh, and Ellie; I know what will cheer you up.Ellie insists on bitching in teegardenian and punching Inno’s hands- until Weird Eyes comes back.○|○ Weird Eyes: Taran! Looks like someone forgot a friend.Inno drops Ellie unceremoniously, who doesn’t even notice. Weird Eyes is holding her octopus amicably, even making its tentacles dance. But Ellie looks from over that shoulder she just leaped from. The octopus is there, behind the flawless woman; she dropped in when she went after Kyubey. But; it’s in Weird Eyes’ arms as well. But; it’s also right there behind her? But Weird Eyes is holding it, right in front of her…Ellie grabs her own head.
֍ Inno: I can’t fucking believe it was burgers.○|○ Weird Eyes: Ugh! Just cut it out already. Stop laughing!֍ Inno: That isn’t even your magical power, is it? Jesus fucking Christ.֍ Sammie: Would you mind your language, ever?֍ Fubuka: Hush, you. The adults are talking.The cellphone is now hanging right on top of the group as they sit on the floor around all the remaining burgers and Fubuka’s lonely salad. The spotlight from the flashlight is so focused on them that it’s like there’s nothing else in the universe. Sammie still takes secret peeks at Weird Eyes, Fubuka straight up looks at her with no shame whatsoever, and Ellie is dual-wielding octopuses, having an existential crisis. The sunglasses she’s wearing turn towards the Kyubey on that shoulder.֍ Ellie: ӜӘɎɷ? ʮθψϋϟƹƺ!/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ellie says: Why can’t I have it? It 's not fair.֍ Inno: Cause Weird Eyes says ‘no’. You gonna have to convince her. Right, eh?○|○ Weird Eyes: That is right. You are going to have to convince me to give it to you./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ellie says: Do it yourself.֍ Inno: Wassat? I’m kinda deaf from all the shooting, sorry./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ellie sa-֍ Inno: Take a hint, you flea-infested ugly-ass cat-weasel.○|○ Weird Eyes: Inno! That’s no way to talk to Holy Kyubey. Anyway, how was the trip? Tell me about it, tell me.Fubuka smiles with her eyes and remembers the time Inno and her tried to dance by the waterfall, both sucking - but then is stabbed by the memory of Inno almost getting deported at Woodlands Checkpoint. It’s the memory of Inno hitting a new, advanced computer over and over to make it work, surrounded by a crowd. Sammie beams up and is brought back to that moment when a monitor lizard climbed on top of the motorhome- but then is burned by the memory of Inno almost getting deported at Woodlands Checkpoint. She’s vividly reminded of when Inno got hand-cuffed and slammed against a patrol car and suddenly started speaking in fluent german.֍ Fubuka: Oh, it was fun.֍ Sammie: Yes, sort of.
֍ Inno: Took the Lebuhraya Utara-Selatan aaaaaaall the way from Kuala Lumpur, then the Lebuhraya Senai, then the Skudai Highway to Johor Bahru. We just sat our asses, had tea, learned some Coordination, enjoyed the views, ate some Nasi Lemak, took turns to sleep on the sofa, and made some trips to the woods when we had to. I forgot to buy paper once and-֍ Sammie: Yes, it was very fun!!֍ Fubuka: You forgot that I learned how to make a campfire! We stargazed from inside the tent.֍ Sammie: Yes, I hated it.֍ Inno: A pangolin or something took a shit inside the van and I couldn’t find it, so we had to make friends with nature for the night./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ellie says: I punched that monkey and saved us.֍ Inno: Ellie made friends with a macaque. ֍ Fubuka: The macaque won though.Ellie punches Fubuka in the arm, who then steals Ellie’s burger and takes a bite out of it. Inno grabs Ellie from under her armpits as if she was an angry cat and Weird Eyes gently takes Ellie’s burger from Fubuka’s mouth.○|○ Weird Eyes: It does seem like you had a nice trip, then. That makes me happy.֍ Inno: I did end up in jail and then almost got deported, but yeah, it was awesome.○|○ Weird Eyes: What-֍ Inno: We also had to make a run for it when they caught Ellie on the steering wheel having a beer. Had to leave the van behind and all, but all’s well that ends well.○|○ Weird Eyes: What-!֍ Inno: Had to let her cause I played a prank on her and it went too bad or too well dependin on how you see it. But it’s fiineeeeee. Ellie can teleport to it and get our home back.Inno flicks open the lid of the thermos with her thumb and serves herself more tea.֍ Inno: That was when this little shit somehow got rid of its leash. / 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: I have more important things to do than translate for Ellie Teegarden, Innocence Latvia.○|○ Weird Eyes: Remember, Holy Kyubey…/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: I know, I know, sheesh.
֍ Inno: So what did you girls buy besides broom handles?Fubuka, burger in mouth, leaves the spotlight and then emerges from the darkness with many bags.֍ Fubuka: Dusters, trash bags, tapes, gloves, and some chemicals for cleaning.֍ Sammie: The ///best/// chemicals.She earns a glare from Fubuka.֍ Fubuka: We also got air beds. Easy to carry, but big enough for two.֍ Inno: How many you got?֍ Fubuka: Two? There’s four of us.֍ Inno: Oh, so you are sharing with Sammie.֍ Sammie & Fubuka: NO.Weird Eyes giggles silently.○|○ Weird Eyes: At some point you two will have to become friends. You are family now, after all.֍ Inno: Lady Perfect here and me used to hate each others guts so bad before, you know? And I’m still jealous of that perfect ass.Neither of the girls addresses the issue. Ellie picks up a cockroach.֍ Sammie: We also bought lights. There is no need for us to linger in darkness anymore.Sammie digs into the bag and takes out an actual flashlight. She points it towards the subway and turns it on; it’s at least five times brighter than the light coming from the cellphone.֍ Inno: Daaaaamn. We should never look at that lens up close.֍ Sammie: I also thought we’d need extension cords, since our only current source of electricity is in the bathroom. And given our knowledge and resources I do not know how likely that is to change.○|○ Weird Eyes: You speak so well for your age.֍ Sammie: T-thanks.
֍ Fubuka: Hey, I really think Sammie has a crush on you, Weird Eyes. Like a totally lesbian thing.Sammie calmly leaves her burger on the floor and the bag behind her and calmly tackles Fubuka down, who was completely ready and holds her ground.֍ Fubuka: I’m helping you, retard!֍ Sammie: Y-you know, I would explain the concept of ‘projection’ but there’s just no way we could cram so many words inside that stupid brain of yours!○|○ Weird Eyes: Hmm… If that is the case, then I wouldn’t worry or feel embarrassed. There is no need for you to fret on my behalf.Fubuka and Sammie stop trying to wrestle each other down and look. Weird Eyes places a hand on her heart.○|○ Weird Eyes: My wish was to be perfect. In a way, it wouldn’t be me you find beautiful, but the concept itself. I may look like this, but since it is not beauty given form by my own hand it does not represent me.֍ Inno: What Weird Eyes here is saying is that it’s as if she carried a painting painted by someone else.○|○ Weird Eyes: I do think that is accurate enough, at least.֍ Inno: Stop trying to murder each other right after eating. Burgers are heavy.Fubuka and Sammie stop trying to murder each other. The cockroach is on Ellie’s nose. Sammie sighs. She grabs the bag again.֍ Sammie: And to solve the overall illumination concern, I got us these.She takes the out “strong electric lights that is not fixed to a wall or celling" and spreads it.Inno and Weird Eyes, taken by surprise, just study it with genuine curiosity. All the while, Inno is still chewing with her mouth wide open.֍ Inno: Fo’ real???
○|○ Weird Eyes: Hehe! The Coordinator’s Shop is looking quite festive!֍ Inno: That’s cause we are celebrating.○|○ Weird Eyes: This takes me back.Sammie keeps spreading the flickering Christmas lights across the station and sticking the wires to the walls with duct tape. Some are red, some are green, some are blue, and some are yellow; to Ellie there are only red and yellow lights. Meanwhile, Fubuka and Weird Eyes sweep the dirt with the brooms into tiny mountains of it, which Fubuka tries to pick up with her gloved hands because she forgot to buy a dustpan. It isn’t easy.֍ Fubuka: Shit!She then angrily tosses the ball of dirt into an open bag, causing the dust to scatter and form a cloud and spread around.֍ Fubuka: I am NEVER getting married.○|○ Weird Eyes: Well, house-husbands are getting quite trendy these days…֍ Inno: Then what are you waiting for?○|○ Weird Eyes: For you to learn how to cook, perhaps?It’s as if with each step Sammie takes along the walls the deserted subway station grows bigger. True to her word, the ginger store clerk sold Sammie strong lights, weak by themselves but not with their numbers. Yet given the size of total length of the wire Sammie decided to limit herself to this half of the station only instead of crossing the rails to the other side, and is soon finishing the lap around it.֍ Inno: Bit flashy, but I mean; it works.○|○ Weird Eyes: And quite well. I’m surprised as well.֍ Inno: The floor is looking great too.It isn’t, but Fubuka smiles anyway. Sammie comes back, sweeping the sweat from her forehead with the end of the checkerboard scarf.֍ Sammie: Done. What now? ○|○ Weird Eyes: If I may… perhaps you may need to take a shower?Sammie says something but grimacing stops her mid-sentence. The sinks in the bathroom and the toilets are their only source of water; there are no showers in a subway station. Suddenly a bit nervous, Sammie becomes very aware that she is sweating- and it feels awful. At least the ‘best chemicals’ that Inno poured into the toilets seem to be doing their job, whichever that is.֍ Inno: Tea is running out.○|○ Weird Eyes: Maybe you could consider spending the night at a hotel?Inno shakes her head firmly.֍ Inno: Too risky. One background check and we are done for. The further we stay from their radars the better.֍ Fubuka: Wait- so there was something wrong with our papers, then?○|○ Weird Eyes: Yes. There was.Sammie, Fubuka, and even Ellie turn to look at Weird Eyes in disbelief.
֍ Inno: Hey, we got here, didn’t we? And it’s all thanks to her. As long as we lay low for a bit everything should work out just fiiiiiiiineee.֍ Sammie: Then we aren’t just invading a subway station? We are invading a whole country?֍ Inno: This is illegal as /fuck/, yeah. But it doesn’t matter. “Ilegal” doesn’t mean “immoral”, y’know.֍ Sammie: That sentence must be the dictionary definition of ‘Innocence Latvia’...Inno opens a palm towards Weird Eyes.֍ Inno: Weird Eyes here is our eldest sister. Y’all already know how very very old she is, but I say that because you can trust her with anything.Weird Eyes yet puffs a cheek and looks away.֍ Inno: She got us here because there was an accident during a coordination and one of her patients died as a result. She is scared now, which would make her a hazard to her patients. A scared surgeon could shred someone to pieces just because her pulse is shaking.Weird Eyes shoots Inno a direct, worried look, who shrugs it off by placing her hand on the perfect girl’s shoulder.֍ Inno: I want them to know that this is a thing that can happen. They won’t be too scared as long as it doesn’t happen to them.○|○ Weird Eyes: …I agree.Ellie has eaten the cockroach.֍ Fubuka: So all this time during practice we could have…֍ Inno: Nah. I was touching my Soul Gem all the time, remember? Besides, if it happens, it happens. It’s a risk worth taking.֍ Sammie: I’m not sure I want to ask but how likely is that to happen?֍ Inno: Not very. Let me finish. We are here to take over this territory and help out the Magical Girls of Queenstown and whoever else comes. Perfect Girl here will spread the news and direct her old customers to us, and also help us out start up the shop by doing anything but actual manual labor of any sort whatsoever. ○|○ Weird Eyes: Why!! I was sweeping just about now.֍ Inno: Couldn’t help myself. However, we still got to let the new Magical Girls know that we are here, and some of those don’t even know that there are other Magical Girls besides themselves. So I want you brainstorming how. And I want you all thankin her, cause she got us here and likes that kind of attention and cause she still spent ten years saving lives regardless. Quite a little detail, ain’t it?Inno locks arms with Weird Eyes’ playfully and smiles at her. Ten years dancing with death, but one was all it took.
Sammie sighs.֍ Sammie: It’s simple. The numbers check out. Thank you, Weird Eyes.֍ Fubuka: Thank you so much for helping Teacher Inno, Weird Eyes./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ellie says: I will give you a cockroach.Weird Eyes’ confident stance is shaken, and her eyes do look wet- but she does giggle in stride.○|○ Weird Eyes: Hehe, this is kinda embarrassing… Thank you all for coming too. Welcome to Transit City.֍ Inno: Quite very much appreciated.○|○ Weird Eyes: I do feel like I’m married with three kids.֍ Inno: You do mean four, don’t you, biggest sister?Weird Eyes glances at Inno from the side with a little smirk-who then bursts out laughing.֍ Inno: Oh-My-God, sis! Stop trying to fuck me, you stupid idiot!○|○ Weird Eyes: What. What.Inno’s jaw shakes. Fubuka and Sammie share a /look/; the mood swing made Weird Eyes short-circuit.֍ Inno: Can’t you see? You need me. I’m your lifeline in this world of horny bitches. If you cut your own lifeline- what do you think is gonna happen? You are gonna end up thinkin errybody just wants to jump your bones!○|○ Weird Eyes: WHATPanic finally sets in as Weird Eyes glances at the little girls, two of who take a step back just in case.֍ Inno: Alright. So… Biggest Sis here is hogging all the girlfriends. ALL of them. And even so, even soooo, she still thinks that not even one of them really likes her. Cause she thinks having so many girlfriends is bad, and that she is bad too because of that. So she gets more. More and more.○|○ Weird Eyes: Inno, stop! You did drink, didn’t you? There is no way that little girls should be hearing this kind oaaaAAAAA--The perfect girl screams because Inno started princess-carrying her.○|○ Weird Eyes: I-Inno? -What are you even doing?֍ Inno: Shut the fuck up, bitch, you love this! Girls, we are going for some beers and cigarettes. Would you mind taking care of the rest? I know you don’t.○|○ Weird Eyes: Let me gooooooo-!The ‘...ooooooooooo…’ fades in the distance as Weird Eyes is kidnapped through the broken escalator. Fubuka stares at the entrance as if her brain broke, then princess-carries Ellie on impulse to try to understand /something/; the meek alien just lets her. Still processing what just happened, Sammie finds herself wondering if they can use cash in Transit City or if everything here is already digital. Emotions aren’t her forte, so she seeks certainty trying to at least figuring something else out.>It’s already getting late.
>>6337278it ate helen. it was already overthere you go guys; another prompt. use it carefully, and enjoy it while it lastsnah fr im gonna change i swear aaaaaa
this reads like a fever dream, good job, QM
>>6337565mom i think i had a nightmareoh no! do you want to tell me?140 posts but a single fucking prompt momjesus fucking christ son
>>6337282>Ride the Fubukamobil until it gets boring.>Remember what Inno said about getting the car back>... teleport to the carEllie help! In before she starts a border conflict between Singa- Transit city and MalaysiaAlso>/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: I know, I know, sheesh.Weasle cat is getting too sassy, I say we shoot it until it behaves.
>>6337284QM effort megaposting is a blessingI made sure to read the entire previous update again everytime I check for updates lolIf I am not told this is meguca all this content is basically cgdct SoL plus some action and I am having fun imagining the scene>all the small details and incidents>all the decisions made into a sceneYou write good>CHRISTMAS DECO LIGHTSI originally expected them to go to that big ass ikea at the opposite side of the road to find stuff but nopeBut this outcome is so much more better than I could imagine, amazing>dumping weirdeyes and inno interactionI crave for lore, for me it suppliments any info on the intention of the quest so please dump at a comfortable pace, like really
>>6337618Holy crap, Sammie. How long did this take to whip up?
>>6337282>sweat from hard workIt's Singa-- Transit CityIt's in South East AsiaAnd most South East Asian washrooms are equipped with a bidet shower in at least one of the compartmentsDon't tell me it's not therejust use that thing as a shower for now>Think Sammie think>Do you have spare clean clothes>Do you have a towel>Can't you use your scarf as a towel for now (and rinse and clean it before using it as a towel)>look around and see if there are other sources of water other than the sink(obviously not counting the water in the toliet bowl)>It would be good if there is a shower but if not just do multiple body wipedowns with sink water and wet towel>and take note tomorrow need to buy tolietries and spare sets of clothes and shoes>and a big bucket and a water dipper for bathing in this place from now on>unless you know plumbing>Convince Fubuka we need all that stuff because, again, she owns the card>...or do we have enough time to find the nearest sport staduim to use their showers?Sammie, why do you even wear a wool shirt and scarf in the tropicsOr am I in a delusion that Inno and gang are in the tropics?
>>6337620About 9 hoursaka about 3 sleepless nights with half of the time being distracted finding the right musicI try to follow what is described within the thread but since Fubuka image is based on clownpiece I have zillion doubts should I add a zun hat on herinb4 touhou fans coming to murder me
>>6337578the passport says this is Transit City>shoot the catworth mentioning, the cat held onto WE's shoulder>>6337618sweet fuck that looks gorgerous like srsly, and pretty much canon lmao. it makes me feel that DETERMINATION that Toby Fox loves to talk about so much. we already got visuals of the girls, we are getting so spoiled around here already. i love ellie's eyes behind those sunglasses, the shape of the octupus face, sassy fubuka with those nails, and sammie about to tackle her the fuck down those stairs. jk lmao she wouldnt do that. right? the contrast of how colorful fubuka and colorless sammie works great. also ellie's raincoat-dress is better than i imagined>cgdct Solmao so true. we more azumanga daioh than madoka magica so far>I crave for loreim trying to avoid infodumping but i cant avoid SoLdumping. the duality of magical girls>>6337644>Don't tell me it's not theresammie can always ask>...or do we have enough time to find the nearest sport staduim to use their showers?it is getting late, but it's still not late enough that most shops are closing. sammie wouldn't even have to run, but that's about t>Sammie, why do you even wear a wool shirt and scarf in the tropicscause her favorite anime characters (unlike her favorite book characters) always wear the same clothes, that's how they show their personality. sammie wants everyone to think shes all cool and dark and mysterious so she wears a scarf with 28°C>Or am I in a delusion that Inno and gang are in the tropics?they are. poor girls sweat is getting sticky already, but looking cool is all about suffering>>6337646>dat second spoilerits perfect as is. fubuka may be another wis1 dumbass, but that 1 contains what little she knows about what's socially acceptable. she'd err from the side of being too disconnected with what she actually likes than from the side of going to school dressed like naruto; there are many ways of being sillyhave this inno as a token of my gratitude
>>6337811Thanks. I haven’t (consciously) thought that far about the details thoughNow we get Inno full portrait, yay>on the way to Transit City>drenched in rain>walked in patches of jungles>stepped in mud>certainly looking like a total hoboSammie dressed like parents worrying their kids outgrowing their clothes too soon and given her height that probably made her look like a slightly tall 9yr old kid just came back from playing puddlesNice disguise, Sammie, even you don't mean it>check again the water sources in the washrooms, each compartment>check water drainage spots for a place to actually wash upI still don't know if the bum gun is a common thing in Sammie's country of origin so gonna just make her check one more time for thinking how to get a shower in this placeI think any spare clothes have been crashed along with the motorhome on rampage leading the herd of cows so>think of going out again and buy sets of the same/similar clothes and whatever to sleep with>convince Fubuka we need to get soap and shampoo and a washbasin and towels to wash away the scent of rain and jungle since morning>so we need to move our asses out of the station again>and get an electric kettle for hot water and making tea>so I can worry about other things like finally exploring the damm stationIs Teegardenian translation server Kyubey available for service? Might as well>communicate plan with Ellie and see what goesBut I do not have high hopes for the motorhome being intact other than retreiving anything valuable enoughOr not being impounded from the cop chase just around a major highway in the entire Peninsular MalaysiaAAAAAAA MY AUTISTIC ASS CAN'T STOP PLAYING LIVE DOT COM IN A FUCKING QUEST meguca royale quality of life improvement edition
>>6337811>worth mentioning, the cat held onto WE's shoulderIt was a mere suggestion. Just you wait until one of us gets a firearm, Ratcat, just you wait...Anyway, figured I should be clearer what my actions are so:>Ride the Fubukamobil until it gets boring.>Remember what Inno said about getting the car back>Leave the squids watching one another so that none get lost again>Teleport... near the car, in the forest we escaped through, in case someone was already there.>If it's clear, take all the important things a Teegardener can hold on her person and teleport back to the Kōdinēta no omise >Dump the horde of goodies wherever's clean enough to do so.>>6337618PEAK PEAK PEAK! I love's Fubuka's expression and Sammie's pose, not to mention Ellie looking adorable there. I use the "Teegardener Biology Quirk" card as to explain how she is enduring the heat of SE Asia while dressed for the weather in Scotland.
>>6337996>an ET in blackQuirks for surviving in the edge of the day zone perhaps? Wiki told me Teegarden b surface temperature is 28C but if given with earth-like atmosphere might be even warmer than an average day in Transit City with all the oceans trapping the heat. My guess is Ellie might feel just right with that stuffy raincoat dress. If not for the good'ole Sol for humans bombarding her copious amounts of UV rays though Speaking of which>>6337282>>6337990>Also get an electric fan or mobile air-con to give some convection within the station
guuuys fubukanon hasnt posted in like three days and vanished like a week ago alreadyi hateeeeeeeeee this, but if it doesn't show up by tomorrow we gonna have to replace her. what do you think? too soon?
>>6338476 ̶M̶a̶y̶b̶e̶ ̶l̶i̶f̶e̶ ̶h̶a̶p̶p̶e̶n̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶F̶u̶b̶u̶k̶a̶n̶o̶n̶ ̶I̶ ̶c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶w̶a̶i̶t̶ ̶a̶ ̶w̶h̶i̶l̶e̶ ̶b̶u̶t̶......up to you QM and Ellie anon, I was thinking of rules along the lines of a week since last post or three days since last action prompt but since it's a small group of people here it will be best to reach a consensus with everyone
also a quest mechanics question here regarding to Sammiehow to determine the completeness of her stories which likely ties to character development?do you need a pastebin that somehow resembles how Sammie writes her stories? The parts already written from my side could be decoupled from what has exactly written at Sammie's side.I am quite sure me being a grown up ass beaten numb by capitalism would see things differently from Sammie the 12 year old meguca that probably skipped last year of primary school, so I would think that certain content would need spending action to research, or a roll to determine if she is convinced or she have other thoughts deep down and would like to make it go her wayRemember the first story of dragons living in a dragon world with more dragons that has a pokemon-ish position in the story? If they count as characters, Sammie transformed into it would have the position as the the coordinator's shop pet that requires terribly high maintaince and I am looking forward for that to happen (sorry Sammie)What sort of medium she would store information of her stories? On Inno's laptop when she is not using?inb4 she uploads to the internet and gets single digit views and got mad at people telling her that she needs to be 18 to post there
>>6338504>do you need a pastebin that somehow resembles how Sammie writes her stories?noooo, nothing so brutal as writing full stories, don't worry. sammie transforms into characters, so simply having her define a character and its attributes is good enough. a few tips off the top of my head-sammie can define a character by writing it down on her little notebook, on inno's laptop, or straight-up thinking about it-right when using her magic sammie will transform according to the details of the characters she has in mind in the current moment. therefore, reading said character's characteristics right as she transforms makes successful transformations easier, otherwise you'll have to roll to see what parts she can manage to remember on her own>so I would think that certain content would need spending action to research, or a roll to determine if she is convinced or she have other thoughts deep down and would like to make it go her waywhen writing a character, if it's too smart or too wise, or if its beliefs go against her own, you'll have to roll int or wis accordingly. writing a super detective or a genius or a messiah ain't easy>coordinator's shop petdoable but keep in mind that staying transformer drains your Soul Gem. a simple character won't eat away that much at it so don't worry, there's room to fuck around, but both complexity and power will both make it harder for sammie to literally remain in-character and for her Soul Gem to remain clear>What sort of medium she would store information of her stories? On Inno's laptop when she is not using?it can be anything really; what matters is that she remembers the character correctly as she transforms. >>6338498>̶M̶a̶y̶b̶e̶ ̶l̶i̶f̶e̶ ̶h̶a̶p̶p̶e̶n̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶F̶u̶b̶u̶k̶a̶n̶o̶n̶i know. im willing to wait, and the pacing is already slow because of me. ill fuck around a bit in the meantime cause i wanna write
guis we are so FUCKEDnah but we need a new fubukanon. i know a full week hasn't passed since last post but fubukanon hasn't been playing for long so there's not much to hang onto. it's also early down the line so the damage will be minimal. let's just hope someone has the heart to adopt fubuka, this is such a new circumstance lawl
>>6339515I just lurk here, but I also lurk/play in the other multiplayer meguca quests. I'd recommend you consider piloting her for a while, while allowing an anon to jump in when one shows. Leaving it up to chance, or just waiting until someone turns up is probably not the best. (Though giving it a day won't be the end of the world, if you really want, maybe you could try to put out a call on the general thread, through results may vary)
>>6339674>I'd recommend you consider piloting her for a while, while allowing an anon to jump in when one shows.it's not a bad idea, but i think it's too early to turn fubuka into an npc even temporarily. with all her background and all, just like sammie and ellie she still doesn't have a direction she wants to go, and i don't wanna mess that up> if you really want, maybe you could try to put out a call on the general threadhey that could be fun. desu i wanna give fubuka to jimenanon, but i dunno if and when shes gonna read this. lets try the callout, could be fun
Rooster
I actually forgot that this was on going until I checked the images on my phone just today and saw all the clownpiece images I had saved for later Aaaaaaaaa I thought this was months ago how has it only been a week??I’ll read the last update again and post in a little bit (if I didn’t kill the game already) You guys shouldve continued without me!
>>6337618This is awesome, Ellie's really cute.>>6337282I should have thought of testing charisma to convince a store clerk to pick items out for me, that would have been a great idea. Seems like it worked out ok though. Contacting local magical girls without going through kyuubey or attracting attention from anyone else is going to be tricky but I guess staking out local high schools might work? Or rooftops. Or labyrinths.>>6339515committing seppukuFubuka would want to...> Finish cleaning the bathrooms> Decide where we are putting the beds (and clean there extra too)> Get mad at Sammie for ditching early to take a shower> Continue cleaning and setting up in a pique of rageI don't know what co-ordinators do, it must be a mobile game thing, but we probably want tables and chairs and stuff next(this is my 4th time trying to post this, keeps getting filtered as spam)
>>6341145okay, it was because I'd linked to too many messages
good to see you back
>>6341102>You guys shouldve continued without me!we couldn't. it's too early to npc fubuka since she still doesn't have a direction, and even worse when it could cause railroads>I actually forgot that this was on goingthis is why i wrote the "If you intend to give this a go, consider that joining this quest would be a responsibility" bit but of course this always has its risks. players can't know what they are getting into, if they are going to get hooked or not, sometimes updates take a while, life happens, etc. but please, whatever it is, do let us know.it took a week or something but guess what, we get to roll. we didn't do this before cuz i was waiting for erryone to vote first in case their actions affected each other or decided to change their minds. that can still happen>>6337996>Teleport... near the car, in the forest we escaped through, in case someone was already there.aight my nagas from warcraft 3, first teleport thenlet us review:>Can teleport to any place that she can remember. Teleporting to places she sees in pictures does not work, as her magic demands ample amount of details.>Can only teleport herself.>The further she teleports, the longer the cooldown to use her magic again.->Instant.you get two choices: a) teleport to the last place she saw the car: to get to the Coordinator's shop from the forest's entrance, Ellie had to walk a lot, then take a bus, then a subway across Woodlands Causeway, then two more subways to Queenstown. it's a long distance, yet not super long or anything, this is ma3 roll. over 20 it succeeds, the closest it is to 100 the lower the cooldown to use it again. the further is goes under 20 the furthest ellie will end up from where she wants to go.b) teleport to inside the car itself: the current distance between ellie and the car is unknown, but considering how far it could have gone this still falls into the realm of m3 rolls. no need to give it too much thought this time>>6341145plz review>>6337990since sammie here is asking permission. negotiate or ban if you may>I don't know what co-ordinators do, it must be a mobile game thing, but we probably want tables and chairs and stuff nextcoordinators tune the Soul Gems of Magical Girls in order to help. the way it usually goes is that the patient rests in an operation table (or sofa in your case cause poorfag) while the coordinator does its thing. just like sammie with inno at the start of the questof course, there are many ways to go about it. as long as the patient gets to relax, shit works, and the more relaxed it is the easier it is to work. yes, this will affect rolls, mark this somewhere
Rolled 77 (1d100)>>6341174Ellie...smart!I pick the option a)watch it crit fail and she returns home
>>6341102Welcome back Fubukanon, my favourite rival even though I don't know what happened for us to be bickering so much>>6341174>negotiate or ban if you mayOh no, no card means no moneymoney can't solve everything but no money can't solve anythingI will use convince>convince Fubuka the sweeping can be done anytime while we live here but the stores will close when it is too late!>and tell her it's not ditching, it's thinking ahead since everyone needs to shower anyways>"...don't tell me you are the kind of person who does not shower under this weather, ew">if convince fail just do something useful like inspecting the walls with a torchlight and sealing holes with tape, at least Sammie is not afraid of geckos>bring a broom in case other sorts of creatures comes out of the holesIf the day is going to end after this>see what Ellie brings backI will overlook the fact that Inno tells us to stick together>still find a way to get a shower>before bed look at soul gem as if her characters' soul are also in there>mentally conjure the image of herself and her main characters sitting in a round table with mind translation on>ask all of them how would they deal with a person like Fubuka in the most sustainable way since we are going to be stuck together for some long timeBarras is a blockhead whose neurons only activates on the subject of dragonhood friendship power, so he might have very straightforward answers that may or may not apply; Klarver is a too much of a lone wolf so he is just here for the attendance; The only person I could expect is Taravia who has actually attended court meetings of the tribal alliance and dealt with petty disputes between tribes, but I am not sure of stately affairs could be used on a personal relationshipHere go and rack your brains Sammie
welp, i guess that this is what we get>>6341145>Finish cleaning the bathroomsm1 int to see how it goes>Decide where we are putting the bedsso where are you putting them??>Continue cleaning and setting up in a pique of ragethe previous int1 roll will see how this goes tooi have like no idea when fubukanon is gonna strike again but what else can we do...>>6341271you know what, you can roll int and charisma against fubuka. if she doesn't answer and you win the roll you convince her and i can just fucking writeeeeeeee>ask all of them how would they deal with a person like Fubuka in the most sustainable way since we are going to be stuck together for some long timeand let them tell me about it too aaaaaaaaaaaaa>Barras>Klarver>Taraviaany details on these three i should know? like how they look etc? no need to give enough like to transform, just whichever you want
>>6341764I guess I would roll first, I am going to spam character details once I actually get their images ready aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaWhy are we always rolling with out worse stats aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Rolled 34, 12 = 46 (2d100)>>6341764>>6341824damm I did not put the "dice+" in the optionGo Sammie go with your worse stats and hyper introvert energy trying to actually convince with a person you don't like lol
>>6341825char attempt failedmeaning we have to wait>Why are we always rolling with out worse statsthats what sammie hates the most lmao. to do what she wants she first has to earn that breadit's been a week. that being said, i don't mind if starting up takes ages as long as we pick up rhythm at some point
It’s a gas station in the middle of a highway, surrounded by the two-way lanes and the clear morning sky. A golden retriever pops from the window of an SUV, a butterfly lands on some kid’s hotdog, a man finds a picture of a Dwayne the Rock Johnson inside his wife’s wallet, and a woman curses under her breath as a torsion wrench slips and falls from the lock of the motorhome hiding her from sight.Woman: bitchassmotherfuckercockballsniggerfuckingshitassShe kneels and feels the ground with her dainty hands, scratching her thin skin against the pebbles around the wheels. When her finger slips on the cold metal, she picks up the tool and stabs the lock with it again in one single motion. Her blue eyes can’t see much in the dark between the cars, the morning breeze carries gasoline, the long blonde hair keeps getting in the way as she spins her head to look around and peek from behind the corner at the back of the car. And although her jeans are black, the blue armless, turtle-neck sweater makes her stand out in the dark like a discarded dakimura smiling from a pile of trash.Woman: -just… -just…!!Her fingers dance on top of the stubborn lock, reflected by the side-view mirror. Inside the lock, the half-diamond pick twists and turns as if trying to get out, as if being eaten by the lock. The neck spins just as much, turning to the right, then to the left, then to the right, then to the leftand then jolts backwards.
Woman: …………..eh-Eyes wide open, forehead sweating, the blue eyes would touch with those of the little girl were it not for the tempered glass window between them. A little girl is sitting inside the car, watching from the passenger’s seat, wearing no expression whatsoever.Woman: ……...hiiiiii, princess!! I, um, I got the wrong car, and I put my key and it got stuck… So… What an idiot, am I right? Hahaha!The woman smiles a calm smile while, underneath, frantically tries to pull out the half-diamond pick as if it was her own finger. But it really is stuck- along the torsion wrench. Pitch black hair and eyes, pale white skin and teeth, the girl inside the car wearing strange clothes wears a strange gaze also. As if showing mercy for those still trying to make sense out of life.Woman: …….sooooo! Well; best be going now. Don’t tell your dad, pretty please? It would be so embarrassing. Thank youuu…!Only slightly tilting her head, the girl just stares at the woman leaving. Then sees her freeze in place. Then turn around. Then come back. Then hesitate right outside the window, on the other side of this world.
Woman: …yyyyyyyyy’know, you may be bout to hear lotsa crazy talk, but… I was… so very sure that the car was empty. Like, I checked from all angles and errythig. So. could it be-A pigeon shits on some guy's bald head. Woman: …that you weren’t there just yet?They do nothing but study each other’s eyes as the bald man touches his head, looks at his dirty hand, and screams “FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKK” from some distance away.Woman: I’m Inno. Inno. Can you hear me? Can you hear me?Little Girl: ƹʮƜΛЏɸƹƺ֍ Inno: Oh, a Russian. No way the KGB came after me already.Inno points at herself over and over.֍ Inno: Inno. Inno.Little Girl: ƹЏie. ƹЏie.As she is copied, Inno shows her hand to the girl inside the motorhome. At the bottom of her index finger shines a deeply purple light, light bouncing from a gem on a ring.֍ Inno: Ellie; would you mind showing me yours? Your hand. Hand. Ha- Yeah, that- you are a Magical Girl. Wow.Ellie’s ring, her Soul Gem, the actual, real Ellie that commands the body wearing it, is white as bone.֍ Inno: So, like, no fucking way in hell, but like… Did you teleport inside this car… just now…?Ellie stares as Inno grabs her head, then copies her again. Magical Girls are rare individuals. Magical Girls that teleport are rare among Magical Girls. Magical Girls that teleport inside the one car you are trying to steal, right at the very moment that you are trying to steal it, are…what the fuck.
֍ Inno: NO, let’s not think about this. Can you open the door? Look. I’m trying to open the door. Look for the handle on your side. On your side.Inno tugs on the car door handle, disregarding any possible alarm. From the inside, the little girl pushes buttons and touches things, with hidden glee, but nothing changes. Then, after carefully watching Inno, she tugs on the interior door handle, much to Inno’s delight--and not much else. Ellie ends up looking at Inno meekly, because nothing is happening.֍ Inno: It’s deadlocked? Hmm, no. No way. This thing doesn’t even have an alarm. Try the other door. The other door. There. See? Yes, the handle. The handle.But pushing that handle does nothing either, not even after the fifth time. Slowly it’s how the blue eyes drip towards her key and wrench, both stuck in the lock, very likely jamming the entire locking system of the motorhome.
Inno holds the cellphone in front of the window.֍ Inno: Google, translate to Russian. Ellie, can you get out of there?Inno’s cellphone that looks like a bodybuilder: Фyбyкaнoн, блядь, yжe пocтитEllie: ƝƂψƹʮ ƜΛƺƔϋInno’s cellphone that looks like a bodybuilder: Bears aren’t pets.֍ Inno: It isn’t Russian. Damn.Inno leaps to the corner ar the back to peek again- once back, she’s reflected grabbing her head and walking in circles in Ellie’s big black eyes.֍ Inno: Ok. Right. He’ll come back. Still taking a shit, but coming back for sure. Ellie is in the car. His car. No time. Criminal record. I’m going back to jail. No time.The little girl inside the car finds the woman wearing her very same face, that same expression of emptiness, of the relief of giving up. It lasts just three seconds before Inno pretty much slams herself against the tempered glass window.֍ Inno: Ellie, breaking the window with the crowbar would be too noisy. You are going to hotwire the car.
֍ Inno: Look for these inside.Inno shows Ellie her cellphone, whose screen is showing a picture with both a screwdriver and a hammer. Whether moved by boredom, curiosity, or indifference, Ellie vanishes into the home proper of the motorhome to then emerge with the screwdriver faster than the blonde could find pictures of the process online.֍ Inno: Great job, Ellie! Now look for the hammer. The hammer. This one.Ellie disappears, then reappears, with nothing. Inno lets a little curse slip, but under her breath.֍ Inno: It’s ok, it’s alright. Just ball-up your fist like this and hit, hit, hit.Inno showcases this by hitting the palm of her own hand, which Ellie mimics.֍ Inno: Now, find this little hole here behind the wheel, the ignition switch. Look, look at the phone. This one.But Ellie blinks and blinks. Maybe it’s too complex for her. No; when Inno turns the cellphone to look, there’s simply nothing to look at֍ Inno: Well,because the battery is dead.֍ Inno: not well.Finally, Inno sighs. It took her a while. It’s a slow process, one she slows time to cherish. But when she’s done, Ellie is still inside the car, and when she peeks yet once again, the man is still about to come out of the gas station. Met with the void, she buries a hand in the purse. Her fingers slip through everything: the wallet, the empty lipstick, the gums, the keys, the leftover sandwich, the plier, the tampons, the linen napkin, her own screwdriver, the husk of her sister’s kitten-shaped pencil, the pepper spray…֍ Inno: …
Inno takes out the pepper spray and paints the window between Ellie and her with it, but the illumination proves to be not good enough. Eyes already teary, with Ellie witnessing, Inno turns to the hood of the car and casually jumps on it-Ellie: …!-to start painting the windshield with pepper spray, spreading the red liquid to draw figures with her fingers.֍ Inno: Ellie… this is the ignition switch… This is the screwdriver… Smash the screwdriver into the ignition switch…The blonde girl kneeling on the hood of a stranger’s motorhome, crying, covered in pepper spray, hammers her ball-up fist against the palm of her hand so the foreign Magical Girl that just teleported inside it can understand how to hotwire it. The drawings barely resemble the basic shapes of the objects they represent, yet Ellie starts hammering the screwdriver into the ignition switch.֍ Inno: Good girl… now…When Inno look from on top of the car she notices the black man heading straight to them- the owner of the car.Inno jumps from the car and dashes away.She stops.Then she spits a forgotten German insult and leaps back on top of the hood of the car, only to draw even more frantically and cry even harder.֍ Inno: Ellie, you have to turn the screwdriver now. This way. No, not that way. This one. This one!The carstarts.
Inno keeps on drawing. She throws the sandwich at the black man’s direction to win some time. It hits him square in the head.֍ Inno: This is the wheel! You can turn it left and right! Like this!The front wheels of the cars move.Black Man: Yo what the- he-HEY!! No nigga no THAT’S MY HOUSE! I LIVE THEREEEE!!֍ Inno: Ellie, this is the gas pedal! Fucking floor iiiiiaaAAAAAAAAInno hangs onto the wiper for dear life as if it wouldn’t break like a twig, as Ellie, right next to her but behind the windshield, drives away fully focused.֍ Inno: Slow doooooooooooownnn-The wind takes her words away as the black man’s fade in the distance. Ellie drives the motorhome into the wrong lane and starts dodging cars, while Inno tries to draw the position of the brake on the windshield.Yet at some pointlike a dog on a rollercoasterInno found herself enjoying the ride.
Far away from the gas station, surrounded by green fields bathing in the afternoon light, Ellie realized that letting go of the pedal slows down the car. When it finally stopped, Inno was still there on the hood somehow, much like a splattered fly. Legs shaking, the blonde allows her butt to slide off the hood, landing tumbling yet somehow keeping her footing. Holding onto the car as if it was a plank and she was in the middle of the ocean, Inno drags herself to the lock with her tools stuck inside and takes both out by gently spinning the tensor wrench around the pick. Barely noticing Ellie's big black eyes looming on top of her, Inno simply gestures with her hand the movement of pulling back the handle. The door opens. Ellie steps out of the car. With her feet on the ground, Ellie's head won't even reach Inno's shoulder, who kneels a bit to address this strangest of girls face to face.֍ Inno: That was the craziest shit I've ever done.Ellie: ƐƝɎɷƜ Џɸƹ֍ Inno: Damn straight, girl.Inno scavenges her purse and takes out a cigar, which she lits with her lighter.֍ Inno: Let's find Kyubey.
we are STUCK and im bored as FUCK, so im just gonna write these little background stories until we get a fubuka that keeps track. 300 posts with a single prompt: obama said yes we can. worse comes to worse i just use this thread as background lore for the next one, but i aint quittin. im already too invested in these girls
֍ Inno: If there is a Witch with a pepper spray I ain’t got nothin to complain-At the side of the road, surrounded by little but green, Inno scrubs the red stains on herself with the handkerchief. She squeezes it over the grass until it stops bleeding, then tosses it from over her shoulder anyway as she walks back to the front seat of the carwhere Ellie is sitting.֍ Inno: Aight, move it.She gently pushes Ellie’s shoulder, but the monochrome girl doesn’t budge. When Inno points at the passenger’s seat, that pale face finally wears something Inno finds familiar: annoyance.֍ Inno: Ellie, come on, let me do the driving. Dunno how old you are, but can’t have those plump cheeks over the wheel in here.Ellie: Ʊȿ ʮθ ƹƺƻƝθψσ֍ Inno: I know, just-Inno tries to lift Ellie from under her knees- and is met with dead weight. Which leaves her lips curling.֍ Inno: You are throwing a tantrum… cause you wanna drive? I mean that’s kinda cute. But…!Inno pushesEllie: ϋƔƐƝɎɷƜ!֍ Inno: We are gonna end up in jaaaill! Ellie: ƐϋƝʮƐϋƝƂ! ɎɷƜ!!and Ellie resists.
As the motorhome rides the morning breeze, Ellie’s head peeks from over the wheel as Inno’s eyes peek from behind her pitch black hair because Inno is sitting under Ellie.The blonde is also grabbing the wheels, just in case, yet applying little force and only when it matters. Ellie’s legs are small and don’t reach the pedals at this height, so she just steps on Inno’s feet when she wants to go faster.֍ Inno: You are gonna meet the Boys, Ellie. They’ll change the license plate, paint this thing all over, then sell it cheap to someone who needs it more. So enjoy it while it lasts.Ellie doesn’t answer. Her eyes are on the road. She peeks at the signals and numbers on the car dashboard, but that’s it.֍ Inno: That guy we just stole from is a dog thief. He steals pedigree dogs and sells them to breeding farms, or just kidnaps them for ransom. Always do your research before fucking someone up, Ellie. You don’t wanna be the bad guys.Ellie doesn’t react to the voice coming from her nape with anything other than mild annoyance. From above, Inno studies the strange girl’s attire, akin to some bizarre space suit dress that looks like circuitry sewed together. ֍ Inno: Aaaand there it is! Our stop. Take the turn before the pigs catch up to us on the highway. Ellie: ɎɷƜ!!֍ Inno: Ellie, I’m not telling you to stop, just to turn there.Inno grabs (and snaps) Ellie’s hand from behind and uses it to shift the gear lever as the car turns. The road behind the arch that greets them is rural and the buildings around it opaque, but soon its spirit takes a shift as people start showing up. It grows colorful with all the advertising popping from every angle, and while some of the walls are of naked bricks it still manages to convince Ellie and Inno that they are in a city’s commercial district.֍ Inno: I love this place. It’s like a shopping center in the middle of nowhere, never too crowded. Oh, looks like you’ve got a few fans.Having slowed down, more than a few heads have the chance to see Ellie at the wheel, unaware that Inno is saving them from getting their feet run over. Yet Ellie doesn’t care. Her heart beats as one with the engine of the car.
The warehouse the motorhome sneaks into is deep inside the block, hidden behind a brothel. Ellie curses in her unknown language as she realizes that there’s no more road to drive, and that she has to let go of the wheel.֍ Inno: I told you, enjoy it while it lasts. Not erryday a little girl like you gets to drive on the highway.Ellie is irked enough to not put any resistance this time, as Inno lifts her from under her shoulders like a cat. The little girl, yet, forgets being annoyed for at least a few seconds when she looks around, when she’s met with the vastness of the workshop. Cars are scattered like islands as men in coveralls tinker with them, from the sides, from above, and even from below as some of them are placed over symmetric holes. The place is so wide that even the sound of the angle grinder is drowned by all the movement, that even the roaring engines can sneak bywhich is why Ellie didn’t notice the welcoming committee of six men addressing Inno.֍ Inno: Big fish today, eh! You motherfuckers better pay double.Fat bald man: Aw, HELL no.A lanky black man bursts out laughing. It sounds as if he’s choking on a chilli pepper.Young black man: Awww, maaaaan…֍ Inno: What?Fat bald man: Inno, what part of the word “””subtle””” don’t you understand? We can’t work on this!!֍ Inno: Why?!Lanky black man: This bitch nigga ass dumb dumbass, oh, thank you… thank you so much…The man walks away laughing. Ellie quietly sits inside one of the cars that’s being worked on. The bald man grabs his sweating, endless forehead.
Fat bald man: Innocence, look around. What are these men doing? What do they work for?֍ Inno: Nah nah nah nah, your bald ass ain’t lecturing me-Fat bald man: Oh you bet your ASS my bald ASS is, and you’d shut the fuck up and sit and listen for a long time if we had it. WE dress cars. We camouflage them. We make them look like any other car like them. That’s how we sell them. That’s how we make our dough.The man points at the big car with sincere desperation.Fat bald man: What fucking car is like this one, you retard? And you just rolled it in here?Inno bares her teeth as she grimaces.֍ Inno: I fucked up.The bald man jumps in over-feigned joy. Ellie is stabbing the car’s ignition switch with a screwdriver.Fat bald man: Thank- GOD! The brain cell woke up! Now, we are still safe, no harm done, just take that thing and fuck off and lea-Young black man: Hey, Inno. The fuck is she doin?Ellie gets an audience, but is too focused to care and none of the three men around the car are stopping her.֍ Inno: Oh, that’s Ellie. I picked her up from the road. There was no one around so I got worried.The fat man slaps his thighs so hard the blast echoes.Fat bald man: Great. Now we even got a lost child here, in an illegal operation. You really don’t think, don’t you? So what? You taught her how to steal a car instead of reading her a fucking fairy tale? How about you-It’s Inno’s gaze of genuine bafflement that stops his lecture short. Confused, he studies that face- only to find it on the young black man as well, and on each of all the other workers near him. The man sighs in utter sadness and disappointment.Fat bald man: It’s the cops, isn’t it? The car had a GPS. Or the kid. Or Innocence is a snitch. Or-This time, it’s himself that stops the rant when he sees Ellie. The girl had found the burgers the men ate so as to not waste time while they work. Her face was finally beaming up like that of any other kid, some remembrance of joy finally shining in her eyes. Just like the tiny, white, luminescent arms coming from under the sides of her hair, holding a second burger over her head.
Young black man: ……. so where did yo say the girl was from?֍ Inno: I thought she was Russian… at first… like…Young black man: Bitch, the commies went to the moon first.Ellie’s cheeks puff to hold as much of the burger as she can with that little mouth. Struggling to chew any of it, her eyes still remain lit.Fat bald man: That… has to be radiation.One of the men touches one of Ellie’s radiant head-arms and gets its hand slapped; Ellie is protecting the burger above at the same time she chews on the one below.Fat bald man: Inno what the FUCK
Lanky black man: Dog, we gonna be rich, yooooo!Now that both burgers are gone, Ellie is back to stabbing the ignition switch of yet another car.֍ Inno: I think she wants to go get more burgers.Fat bald man: Life in outer space is real. We are not alone in the universe. Maybe an invasion has already started. The end days are here. My girl isn’t safe.֍ Inno: Pedro, sounding a tad bit scary over there…Pedro, the fat bald man, teeth bared, glares at Inno as if the woman had suggested he teaches his daughter how to twerk.Pedro: It’s an alien. An alien! First contact, In this filthy fucking warehouse!Young black man: Hey, man, I take offense to that. If you don’t clean up yourself next time I quit, homie, ain’t fuckin arou-Pedro: SHUT the FUCK up!Young black man: sorryLanky black man: You guys deaf or somethin? Riiiiich, niggaa! The green is gonna rain! Let’s just get lil homie to NASA or some shit.֍ Inno: But they are going to dissect her.Pedro opens his eyes at the word. The young black man turns around. The man teaching Ellie how to hotwire a car properly turns to look at Inno too.Lanky black man: Eeeeeeeeh nnnaaaaah. S’aight, trust ya boy. They just like gonna make her run on wheels and shit and send her home, dig?
Pedro takes a deep, deep breath, walks around for a while in perfect silence… and takes all the time in the world to exhale.Pedro: Ok. Hear me out. We all here know Innocence here’s a bit fucking stupid-֍ Inno: Say what fatass?Pedro: -but we did tell her to bring a car. We weren’t specific. It’s on us.Some of the crew look at each other in disbelief. Some are already whispering.Some black guy in coveralls: So you just gonna let her go? You stupid, man?Another black guy: You just gonna let ten hundred million dollars walk out like that? We wouldn’t ever have to work again, man!Pedro: I have a daughter and, trust me, it ain’t worth it. Not even ten hundred million dollars.Lanky black man: But why bitch blondie? Bitch just gonna sell her herself and keep all the dough, man!Pedro: Because Inno brought her here. And Inno already knew about the arms.The look Pedro gives Inno would turn a drill sergeant into a professional painter with its own show.֍ Inno: yeah, I did.Lanky black man: Yet bitch lookin a bit surprised when Ellie here pulled the arms, yeah, no?֍ Inno: Cause I was afraid of this. Y’all good people, but money makes people /do/ things. That’s why we do what we do.Pedro: Exactly. So, let’s just bite the bullet, paint the car, do the papers, change the license plate, and kick Innocence out. For Ellie.Some of the men nod. Some don't, as Pedro walks up to Inno to points a finger at her.Pedro: Go. Learn how to play the cello, once and for all. Never come back.and then walks away.Pedro: Congratulations, you all got to see an alien, big fucking deal, we still got to paint these hoods.And then closes the door to the makeshift office behind him. The man who was teaching Ellie how to hijack a car smiles, then continues teaching Ellie how to hijack a car. The little girl learns, despite it all.Lanky black man: Bitch, you cryin?!֍ Inno: It’s just pepper spray…
whats the play guys? should i npc fubuka right off the bat? im so sad man, this is the worst pacing ever
>>6342759Did we get any anon willing to adopt Fubuka at whatever the callout is from >>6339743? I can't find a general thread on this board right now but I remember there used to have one years agoHave a WIP from me, this is drawn before I rush to draw the trio of Sammie's imaginary friends aka her round table council on a mat (because she realise most of them can't even sit on a human chair properly)
>>6342778>Did we get any anon willing to adopt Fubukawe didn't. it makes sense. most people would rather have kids than adopt. worse come to worse am gonna have to pull some bullshit and introduce a 4th character so that a new anon can play on its own terms, but npc or not fubuka stays no matter what>I can't find a general thread on this board right now but I remember there used to have one years agothere are two. i posted in one of those but it got utterly ignored. megucas as a genre are kinda nichealso inject that directly into my veins until i overdose, it looks so full of soulthat little # on fubuka's hand lmfao. also that perfect happy faceellie's secondary hands carrying the octopus like a big fucking hat, the sleevessammie just suffering as usualinno's is the only magical form we've seen so far now that i think about it. you made her look so contenti have to fucking write man
>>6341764>Barras>Klarverhttps://pastebin.com/inTGdWd1Although this is WIP I most likely won't change the two characters except for the image linkI need to work on Taravia also, it should be simplier than the world Barras and Klarver is in but I only have a general idea what Taravia is, what sort of stuff she does and what the world does to herbut well everyone knows what a centaur looks like, it's here>>6332401Let me know how much more information is needed
>>6342800read it! pretty interesting lore you got there, fucking around with how dragon people deal with religion, politics, and themselves. however, i got a few things in mind reading thisa) there's no way in hell sammie is a 2 int 2 wis if she can pull up this kind of stuff. having the capacity or the interest to consider this religion as a man-made institution is 3 wis at least, and working on abstract systems that remain logical within their context takes at least 3 int as well. if we are going by the book, we are gonna have to roll /a lot/ to see if sammie would figure out most of this stuff by herself. my suggestion? i'm willing to bend the knee just this once, because we are barely getting started, and let you go 3 int 3 wis with sammie as long as you remove 2 points from any other stat. otherwise, you /will/ find yourself very limited in what you can do, considering what you want to dob) while we can be sure that sammie enjoys //literally// bringing her characters to life, i can't think many situation in which transforming into barras or klarver would come in handy, since they will remain as is and with only the knowledge of their context (for example, barras would just say fuck it and go on a pilgrimage whatever the situation).c) you are working too hard! using sammie's ability is more about detail awareness than anything. let's take fubuka's previous attempt at having sammie eat all the rats and pretend sammie fell for her love magic despite inno banning it outrightsammie would write something like this:name: croco the soul-linked crocodile-looks like a crocodile-only wants to eat rats-is as fast as a catkeeping these details in mind, if sammie uses her transformation magic, she'll become a crocodile and hunt down rats to earn fubuka's complimentshowevercrocodiles can't jump really high. so sammie crocodile, at some point, would fall on the rails of the subway chasing a rat and remain stuck there until sammie reaches her time limithope that at least conveys a basic idea of it works. all that being said, that pastebin is a goldmine of data for sammie to nerd out about, so it's gonna see usenow we only need a new fubuka
also i love klarver playing with the rubick cube, because i love crows
>>6342882oH FUC her ability requirement is so different from what I imagined :DDDDDDDBefore that because sleepy hands typed >>6342800 so>>6342783sorry I am a dumbass for not reading the descriptions after filtering the catalog. I saw the callout and I see whats going on>a) to pull an entire world out of nowherewell shit lol. I'm glad you gave the chance, I'll go INT 3 WIS 3 then cuz dammit I realise this entire troupe of gucas are kinda dumb on average except Ellie but she can't even communicate without Teegardenian translatortake 1 each from PA and CON and Sammie becomes a scout type sort of guca in fight and the only person who could take care of things regarding to living like a normie (except for socials)I would blame on her parents making her doing math olympiads and tuition for exams and learning level 8 piano or violin like any other asian kid that does not have a fucking childhood, and she would learn to read people at which point of time her demands would go through or she could steal some time for herself, fuck>b) to manifest the characters of her universeActually at the start of the quest I already expected the transform mechanic to be useless outside witch fights because her characters are all good at fights but Sammie is not. Heck, there is leeway for Taravia to speak english but Barras and Klarver speaks their own heavily accented common draconic. And I believe that her characters would fight back when they face the witch's hostility while stuck in a labyrinth.And spoiler here it's actually the sun of draco that allows dragons to have soul link. When they get out of their home system they gradually lose the ability of telepathy and shit.ok Let me post the remamin stuff later because life
>>6342783>it makes senseDid you include a link to the thread?
>>6343086>>>6339744>checks the thread again>no links whatsoever>it makes senseCreating first contacst with megucas being bigguca meguca the deified madoka and her size of a gazillion universes over
>>6343086>>6343124i was kind expecting them to ask me about the quest but whatever. let's just beg a little. we already are at that point
>>6342882>>6342940>b) againok maybe I should also give the leeway of common draconic being english. Barras would be speaking with his throat while Klarver would talk like a songbird.I chewed on the wording that she enjoys bringing her characters to life. To me it sounds like a deeper layer of her mind finding some sort of value when she becomes an "acceptable being"(otherwise she won't pen it down), or just being not her old self. Maybe I will get to know, maybe not>c) for the love of worldbuildingWhen you mentioned at the character profile that character stability depend on consistency, I thought building starting from the world itself would provide the very base it needed for consistency, since it is the world, as Sammie creates it, interacting with her characters after all. If I visit the example of croco, it would turn out like this: >Name: Croco the soul-linked crocodile dragonIf it needs to allocate to a main character, basically in the story it will be Barras' not!pokemon since Klarver does not make any links anymore. High chances that Croco is a dragon species part of a ecosystem of desert planet.>looks like a crocodileWhy does it need the look of a crocodile? If we just follow the crocodile we know, it is an ambush predator relying on camoflage in water bodies. I will note that its native range is either within not!Nile river or not!Amazon river of desert planet. I would most likely put in not!Nile since not!Amazon is not explictly mentioned, and rivers in a desert are prime hunting grounds since it attracts prey animals.>only wants to eat ratsThis will not sound plausible if I approach from the angle that the crocodile dragons naturallly only wants to eat rats. I would have to make many reasons to divert crocdile dragons from hunting large, easy prey. I would put this as a individual trait of Croco: Croco is trained to eat rats instead of the lifestock of the solar dragon villages. Maybe the avoidance of punishment and friendly back scritches from the local solar dragons made it choose rats over other prey. Maybe the rats are easier prey than livestock. Or maybe hunting livestock is just plain deadly because the animals could wound a crocdile badly.>is as fast as a catThis is easy; As ambush predators crocodiles could be damm fast, although in a short burst while cats may be able to maintain top speed a bit longer. Not specific enough if Sammie wants to chase rats like a cat would, may need to tweak the "looks like a croc" part a bit, which may negate the stuck in rail consequence.>Hidden requirement: friendly to not soul-linked sentinent dragons, yellowish things that are tall, may wear different fibers on their body and walks on two legsThis would fulfuill the motive to earn Fubuka's compliments. Croco may get luxurios back scritches no wild dragon could think of, and occationaly tasty offal from the butchers in his world for eating only rats.
>>6343172Basically this is how I would think of to make an actual consistent character fit in the narrative. It is tedious and Sammie can't go Erikas to run the story in all their parallel possibilities and inspect every detail like a simulation, but since that world is actually designed by her, she might as well be god and have magic fill in the hidden logic to manifest it. Or that is at least what I think.Besides I actually considered if it is possible to transform into a character that is specific to a certain snapshot of within the story. For example compare>Klarver landing on another planet, carved planet for the first time>Klarver having stayed in carved planet for 3 years, then boarded the ship again and arrived in desert planetMy bad for haven't written down yet, but Klarver's homeworld is a 0.6G moon with a ~2 atm dry, cool atmosphere while carved planet is a crushing 1.3G planet with ~1 atm atmosphere that is humid and hot as fuck(I designed it to be similar to jurassic earth atmosphere). The poor crow dragon will be constantly weighted down and out of breath when he first arrive there. Adding the fact that crow dragons spend 90% of their lives airborne their legs are made for hunting and less for endurance. He will not adapt well on earth if he is in the first version, compared to the second where he got somewhat used to the environment as his muscles and lungs are forced to adapt to local conditions.fuck I feel like I am complicating things on my own
The Boys, in the end, did much more than paint the motorhome white and draw on it. On the outside, besides the blue tribal marks at the back and front and the orange, sand-like lines at the sides, they installed a rail luggage carrier on top of it with a brown roof box on it that’s large enough to fit a whole Ellie inside. In the end, Pedro gave Inno a big hug to ensure that they’ll never see each other again, while the black guys at the shop taught Ellie how to kick someone in the balls so she’d be safe from the FBI. After leaving the warehouse, still in town, Inno allowed Ellie to drive aimlessly around for a while as the teary-eyed blonde mulled over life.֍ Inno: I’ve lost my job, Ellie. Whatever shall I do now?Still sitting on Inno’s lap as she focuses on the road, Ellie doesn’t answer.֍ Inno: No way I could sell this piece o’junk myself. The background checks would do me in, and the USA would come to dissect you.Ellie honks the horn repeatedly, just as she’s been taught by the kind black man, at the cars stopping by the red traffic light. Inno gently holds that little pale hand until Ellie stops trying to make everyone move.֍ Inno: So- an alien, eh? What an interesting day this is, s’full of surprises. But we both know the truth, don’t we? I wonder what kinda crazy wish you made to look that way. Maybe I should peek inside that little white gem of yours, see your memories so I can get you back to mom and dad.The traffic light finally goes green and Inno lets go of Ellie’s hand, who instantly takes it as a cue to step on Inno's shoes until the car starts moving.֍ Inno: But we are looking for Kyubey so we can talk, and I’m pretty sure you are gonna hate me when he tells you. And yet, if you are so far away from home, then I wonder why.A screech. Inno’s reflexes are barely enough to stop the alien from turning the wheel completely; she overpowers Ellie as the large car starts drifting in the middle of the street. Stepping on the brake and shifting the gear lever as if drawing a pentagram, Inno manages to only scratch the bumper of the car behind it as the motorhome makes a full spin in the middle of a crossroad junction.֍ Inno: Ellie?But when Inno sees Ellie grabbing her head with all her four arms, she simply keeps on driving as if they didn't almost end up merging into someone else's car.
A few blocks ahead, Inno parks the motorhome next to a closed cinema with very old movie posters still on display.֍ Inno: Ellie? Are you having a headache?Ellie: ϋƝƂψɷ. ΛƺƔϋ.֍ Inno: We gonna need to hide those radioactive things of yours if you keep bringin em out.Inno carefully twists Ellie’s waist until she can see that pale face and black eyes, the owner of which doesn’t even protest.֍ Inno: Yer eyes are so wei- strange.Inno squints as she closes in.֍ Inno: But if you are anythin like us, then those sure are strained. You got those lines around the pupil, and it’s all wet around even though you are a Magical Girl. Least I’m not cryin alone today. Look ere.Ellie blinks at the bodybuilder cellphone Inno shows her then curses in her language when the flashlight is turned on.֍ Inno: Hmm! Your eyes are sensitive. Aight. Lesse.With the tip of her fingers, Inno closes Ellie’s eyes as if her eyelids were blankets. She lifts the girl from under her ankles and leaves her in the passenger’s seat to climb into the innards of the revamped dog-stealing motorhome, whose floor is two feet higher. But as Inno inspects the place, Ellie turns to peek from the small lines between her eyelashes. Although the barrel vault wood frame under the white ceiling is barely high enough for Inno to stand without bending her neck, and the room just wide enough for two Inno’s to stand side to side, the living home within the motorhome is crammed with rows of commodities. Equipped with a wide TV next to a full kitchen under cupboards on the left and a sofa on the right, only a varnished coffee table on a carpet infested with drawn roses covers the brown wood tiles below. Behind the sofa, at the leftmost corner, is the cubicle with the bathroom and shower. At the very end of the vehicle is a bed, and a wide, circular window with cross-shaped glazing bars surrounded by crimson curtains.֍ Inno: They sure as fuck didn’t want me to come back, like, ever. It doesn’t even smell like dogs anymore.Ellie glances at Inno’s simply sad gaze as the woman opens the cupboards one by one.֍ Inno: All empty. They kept errything. Xcept these porn magazines.Without a second glance Inno flings them out of the window over the sofa.֍ Inno: If this is their idea for a new career they can get fucked themselves. Right, Ellie?Ellie: ƺƻƝɷΛЏ֍ Inno: Atta, girl. Let’s get you some sunglasses then.
A tired salaryman is coming back from a hard day’s work when a blonde wearing a flu mask gets in his way.֍ Flu Mask Woman: That’s a nice looking cellphone rite there. Mind if I take a look?Salaryman: ….huh?He is promptly tackled into the dark alley behind him. The innocent man tries to get up, but the crowbar on his neck won’t let him- and neither won’t the knee on his chest.֍ Flu Mask Woman: Aight good sir, let’s see some green.The man, as his face conveys clearly, is shocked. The blonde hair looming over him like golden waterfalls leave him speechless.֍ Flu Mask Woman: Do we speak the same language? Do you need me to google translate this shit for you?Salaryman: It’s- it’s all in my bank account. It’s all digital.֍ Flu Mask Woman: Great, so you aren’t Russian either. Good. Show me.The assailant hands the man his nice looking cellphone.֍ Flu Mask Woman: I wouldn’t call the police, by the way. They won’t get your balls back.With only his thumb, the man types both his user name and password on the bank’s application. The dainty hand takes it and the blue eyes inspect it.֍ Flu Mask Woman: So half of you is made of rice, just like me. What organ were you planning to sell to pay rent this month?Salaryman: I’m sorry.֍ Flu Mask Woman: Your wallet.The man hesitates, but takes his leather wallet from a pocket in his pants. Inno snaps it from its fingers, then turns it around and lets its contents rain down next to the man’s face.֍ Flu Mask Woman: What do you know, the last two bills on the planet. Five hundred each. How much are sunglasses around here?Salaryman: …Two hundred?֍ Flu Mask Woman: I’m borrowing this one. I’ll transfer to you later.In- the woman picks up the green bill and lets go of the crowbar, letting the man breathe.But as she leaves:Salaryman: I- I can give you more.The mysterious blonde turns.֍ Flu Mask Woman: Fuck did you just say?Salaryman: Go out with me. I’ll work harder. I-I’ll give you more.The masked woman shakes her head violently and slaps her forehead.֍ Flu Mask Woman: Motherfucker I’m mugging you. That’s not the green flag you should be looking for in a lady. That’s not how you’ll find that traditional housewife that will help you raise your kids right.Salaryman: Please. I’ll make you happy.The bill is flung into the air like a lottery ticket that just lost.֍ Flu Mask Woman: Nah, fuck this. I don’t want it anymore. Pay yourself hooker or a therapist or, you know what, a gym membership. Work on yourself. Sweet fuck have mercy on my stupid fucking-The mugger walks out of the dark alley, angrily mumbling under her breath.
im gonna end up writing a fucking book at this rate>>6342940>oH FUC her ability requirement is so different from what I imaginedim curious now, what did you expect?>well shit lol. I'm glad you gave the chance, I'll go INT 3 WIS 3>take 1 each from PA and CONdone. now our Sammie makes sense>and she would learn to read people at which point of time her demands would go through or she could steal some time for herself, fucki was honestly thinkin hard on this since sammie seems more of a cerebral type than an emotional girl. but then again, both writing and putting up with unfair bullshit have a tendency of wisening up people fast, so i think it fits>Actually at the start of the quest I already expected the transform mechanic to be useless outside witch fightsdo i have news for you: coordinators don't fight Witches. never. they are uncapable of harming them because the magic they employ is rooted in despair. this is something all of the girls already know, hence why they have to find alternative ways of landing Grief Seedsall that being said, i will have to disagree a lil bit. i think you'll learn to like sammie's power quite a bit- if we ever fucking run again aaaaaaaaaaaaaa>Heck, there is leeway for Taravia to speak english but Barras and Klarver speaks their own heavily accented common draconic.at this point it's very evident that you want them in the story, and let me tell you, i've got nothing against the idea and sammie can transform into them at will. thing is, the current context is so alien to any of those three that their own discernment would get in the way all the time. taravia, once there, couldn't understand wtf was going on because it's like he was intently teleported to a different reality>ok maybe I should also give the leeway of common draconic being english. Barras would be speaking with his throat while Klarver would talk like a songbird.that would work. i don't even need to tell you to try, it's quite simple>To me it sounds like a deeper layer of her mind finding some sort of value when she becomes an "acceptable being"interesting. do her self-esteem issues come from letting her parents rule her life? or can you find another underlying reason?>When you mentioned at the character profile that character stability depend on consistency, I thought building starting from the world itself would provide the very base it needed for consistency, since it is the world, as Sammie creates it, interacting with her characters after all.and that is fully right. sammie had no issue whatsoever transforming into taravia: it worked as intended. it's the world itself that taravia was summoned into that didn't align with taravia itselfmy point is that, while it does work, it's overkill lawl and i don't want you thinkin that i need you writing a full story just to justify a transformation: i want you havin fun lawl. consistency can be simple too. a cat can't flycont cause why not
>from the angle that the crocodile dragons naturallly only wants to eat rats.i think you get t. if croco is a soul-linked crocodile dragon then there will be a lot to justify to make it eat rats, but it's doable, just like you did. however, if we make croco just a normal crocodile, then it becomes a lot easier to justify, right? i think sammie's power is fun>may need to tweak the "looks like a croc" part a bit, which may negate the stuck in rail consequence.yup! and the way that you tweak it will determine the result. once you declare that you are going to use a character (likely that you made before, cause sammie can't make them up on the spot without some rolling) i'm going to give you the veredict of what happens before posting the result so you get the chance to call bullshit if you think that what im saying doesn't make sense>Croco may get luxurios back scritchesi can't even begin to imagine fubuka daring to touch a crocodile. just looking at their scaly skin is enough to make her shiver. some people are like that lawl>>6343194>It is tedious and Sammie can't go Erikas to run the story in all their parallel possibilitiesomg so you know erika already? that's both interesting and kinda scary lmao. to this day, omniscience is the hardest power i had to work with, and i still think i didn't do it enough justice despite spending hours in wikipedia learning physics. please don't make me go to wikipedia for more than one hour a day>she might as well be god and have magic fill in the hidden logic to manifest itif i understood this correctly: nah! sammie is simply a good writer: that's why taravia came to life. getting her magic didn't make her proficient in it, she became proficient by actually loving writing enough to see her script burn in ashes and keep writing for the sake of it. there's much to admire about that little girl imho>Besides I actually considered if it is possible to transform into a character that is specific to a certain snapshot of within the story.this is valid, of course, but kinda dangerous considering that sammie will have to declare the attributes of her characters whenever she's going to transform into them. if, say, she gives a character from the past an attribute that it gets later according to her own lore- well, plot holes can be scary. you can skip a lot of these declarations by having defined them beforehand (for example, if sammie has the attributes of one of her worlds already written somewhere else and then says 'croco comes from the Banana Moon) she won't have to write all about the Banana Moon againbut then again, if i were you i'd wait for the opportunities to use her power to arise first. the point of sammie's power is that context is also part of the character>I feel like I am complicating things on my owna lil! but i won't stop you from fucking around if you find a way to do so. just have a little mercy on your qm when loredumping. keeping just mine consistent is hard on my old qm bones
also what you guys think about meeting with ellie? i thought we'd rather have that than utter darkness, but maybe i should have done something with silly promps like a bigguca
>>6343572I might be biased but I think it's adorable. I enjoy bigguca, but seeing OURgucas in the wild is great too! I guess Ellie just knows how to steal cars now. And Inno! She interacted wuth melanined people without police brutality being involved!I meant to comment more often but IRL is a beeeech. I still have my eyes on the thread so do count me in the game.
>>6343572It's cute. It both heals and feeds my compulsion of knowing more of our gucas. Now I need to know how we get Fubuka and Sammie. I don't mind having some bigguca, I am thinking if there is bigguca with prompts let the prompts be open for everyone (including gucas from other guca threads). Might bring some traffic here (is this how things work here?).>>6343571>omniscience as wiki hellI read archives for BA, Osaka, and the other guca quests since. Just right when I finished most archives this quest opened. Although can't be confident if I recognise any past gucas when their handle changes. Sorry I did not read all of mini because my brain can't parse caveman into scenes>>6343569>Sammie's ability expectations on my sidehow would I put thisI expected the magic be like this prior to quest start:1. Guca initiates transformation by thinking of a character she creates2. Magic pulls out all character information etched in the history of THIS world, including from paper drawn and erased in past or now whether it still exists or not, digital characters typed and deleted, conversations dispersed into the air, electric pulses in the brain for thinking and memorising the character, as long it is originated from the guca it is included, compiled into the latest version of the character. It's like specialised omniscience. Details matter here, absoultely matters3. Magic converts guca body into meatsuit4. Guca consciousness pilots meatsuit, which could be as awkward as piloting a full bodysuit, with meatsuit muscle memory and brain signals that could actually affect the guca consciousness. Taking Croco example again, Sammie herself probably does not like getting scritched but oh boy she will find it irresistible like crack while in Croco meatsuit.5. Expect changes in stats according to transformed character <my original goal for this ability, maximum adaptability>coordinators can't fight witchesNor that I know we start out as troupe of coordinators before the quest. I did remember magia record Mitama could be used for witch fights, but whatever. I sucked ass at gaming, even for gacha games cause I got stuck at somewhere that needs to fight Alina Gray. Now I can't even read back the story, fmlOriginally I expected happy guca quest but well well well being a sad raging sob hits my spot better than guca in sunshine and roses. Now I can go full grimdark on her background but I will cont. that later or I gonna hit character limit again>have mercy on loredumpingHey, look here! It's the lore of >Taravia!https://pastebin.com/gM5LwPpuI just wanted to write her backstory but omg! to explain all the details for her eventual demise it bloated into a 4 page document about the world she is in!Don't worry QM I am totally having fun. It's my way of having fun. I am more worried for you now. Sorry. Hope you will have fun with Sammie nerding out on her own stuff. Oh and I will drop a note when I also update information about the world with dragons.
honestly, if you guys are not willing to NPC her for a while, nor take direct control, and nobody is forthcoming, I am willingI never piloted a character I didn't make, but this is like seeing a speeding supercar run directly into a concrete wallBUT I am already playing another character in another quest, which is against the rules of participation (and honestly I would only like to pilot until she can be let free)if accepted, I can only promise a singular thing, not flaking barring act of satan
i just completely lost a post to my keyboard going apeshit. whatever i write next is whatever i manage to remember from it. ffffuck!!>>6343746>I might be biased but I think it's adorable.im so glad to read that.>melanined peoplei am so stealing htat>so do count me in the game.maaan it's so fucking saaad that this is relieving. guys, you are seeing your qm at the lowest point it has ever been. right now, im like a coke addict that just snorted the last dollar he got by selling his mom's house, but with megucas>>6343787>It's cute. It both heals and feeds my compulsion of knowing more of our gucas.that's such a relief. i was afraid that you guys thought i lost interest on the quest, cause two weeks is too long>Might bring some traffic herenaaah i dun think so, this little world here is very niche. i don't know how many lurkers i have, but as long as my players and whoever's spending their time reading this gets their money's worth i'm content>my brain can't parse caveman into scenesmini was so dumb that i miss it. im still itchy about it being the only quest i couldn't end properly because i got severe burnout at the time. now, that's one hell of a coincidence, you just finished reading gucas and me starting this a few weeks later. weren't for miharu i would have just let marie and miharu keep the crusade going>Mitama could be used for witch fightsin-game, yes. canonically, she can't do shit, hence why she relies on Momoko. neither can Livia, Yozoru, or Sudachi, the Puella Care trio, cause coordinators wished with hate in their hearts and therefore the energy they employ is similar to that of a Witch and can't harm them. only megucas who wished for hope of any kind can farm grief seeds>Now I can't even read back the story, fmlgot you coveredhttps://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/11XEA65hfCuqKn16kheD-GfoavAszmVFtD7nkKceIqD0/edit?gid=124598114#gid=124598114the MUT (Magia Union Translations) team is still working their asses off even after nine years of gucas. magia record act 1 is my favorite piece of narrative ever, and i've read Borges, Bukowski, Mika Waltari, Tolkien, Dostoevsky, Hemingway, and most of the big dick authors ever; it's just that fucking good. i myself was just preparing my ass to give Arc2 another go, cause reading that thing takes, with events and side-stories included, two fucking months each time. it's done with the bare minimun funding and held together with the least amount possible of duct tape, and yet it's a fucking beast full of depth. if you can stand having cute little girl staring straight at your soul for hours on end, then magia record might become your favorite thing too. nerding out over>I expected happy guca quest>Now I can go full grimdarkbut it is pretty happy, isn't it? a dark past doesn't mean a dark future; sometimes people are saved. i think it's a bit too late to go too grimdark on poor Sammie given how we showcased her personality so far, but i am curious!cont!
>>6343787>It's my way of having fun. I am more worried for you now.i admit that i am sad about losing the pacing like that, but that's also the risk i took when starting a multiplayer narrative. i've been very lucky so far considering how BA had six super nice players for a year that kept going till I no longer could, so you won't ever find me complaining about this. but it is a shame. we could have moved much alreadythat being said, you guys at least enjoying this is relief enough for me>Sammie's ability expectations on my side>Guca initiates transformation by thinking of a character she createsthis happens>including from paper drawn and erased in past or now whether it still exists or notbut wouldn't also including information sammie erased forever define how a character acts, even if sammie herself rectified it later?>It's like specialised omniscience.i think i get what you had in mind. like drawing the fiction from all the books and notebooks and laptop files and condense all of that into something. i think we can still do that, since it doesn't contradict the principle of sammie's power and it still hasn't been showcased. it does free her from having to keep all that stuff in her memory, but the point of details being fundamental does remain there.that being said, if we take this route, im gonna have to increase MA rolls according to how much information is being compiled. i still think simplicity should remain key to her power. as a writer has to resist the temptation of datadumping without before making the readers interested into whatever he's gonna feed them, so sammie has to be mindful how what and how much data she's going to use and when>Magic converts guca body into meatsuitthat would defeat the purpose of personality being also a key core component of characters. this reminds of those threads about say who wins goku or superman. it's like the people debating in those completely forget about their personalities, and don't realize that the most likely scenario, unless in super specific and bizarre situations, is that they'll join forces>my original goal for this ability, maximum adaptabilitylmao i figured. it reminds of helen's wish for 'seeing the path of things and manipulating them'. i recall having said this in BA and it still holds: beware of abstract wishes. a semaphore having the detail of a green light or a red light is the difference between life and deathalso, trust me: you'd be bored if you could just solve everything easily>>6343826now this is one big ass news, thank fuck, we are so fucking saved man, finafuckingly, fuck>honestly, if you guys are not willing to NPC her for a while, nor take direct control, and nobody is forthcoming, I am willingjust sign these papers. i won't even give you a background check>I never piloted a character I didn't makei'm pretty much bending the knee to sammie because it's early on and i had you guys wait /weeks/, so you'll get the same treatmentcont!
>I never piloted a character I didn't makeas long as it doesn't contradict with what we presented so far about her i'll let you tinker your fubuka quite a bit. don't be shy with your ideas, worse that could happen is we talking about it and reaching some middle ground>but this is like seeing a speeding supercar run directly into a concrete wallit is, and it hurts me the most, trust me. npcing fubuka would have let me continue the quest, but setting her on a path and giving her interests that we can't contradict later would have made it harder for a new player to empatize with her. i don't do retcons, so i wanted to keep the slate clean for her future>BUT I am already playing another character in another quest, which is against the rules of participationfuck the rules, we are sinking here. just don't tell the rest or i'll be bitched at. out of curiosity, which other guca do you play?>(and honestly I would only like to pilot until she can be let free)if by 'let free' you mean 'finding another player', then no. taking in fubuka is assuming a responsibility until the quest ends. the only consequence of failing it is leaving us niggucas here stuck and me writing background stories, but it still remains to be a pact of honor. i won't mind if you still want to give it some thought>if accepted, I can only promise a singular thing, not flaking barring act of satanaccepted. i still have to finish Meeting Ellie first and today I might not be able to do much, so we still have some time to set things straight before I can FUCKING RUN MAN YEAAAAAAAAAHHH
>beware of abstract wishesdo what your heart tells you and fun times will ensue. even when warned by qm, fellow player, npcs, and kyubey.
>>6343890>if by 'let free' you mean 'finding another player', then no. I mostly meant playing her until she can be turned into an NPC safely, but if that's not an option, it's not like I will force it. I could not live with myself if I let a MG quest die on the board when I could have done something to help.>curiosity, which other guca do you play?A very hungry one. Let's just leave it at that.>acceptedGive me a day or two to reread everything (I know you hate waiting even more, I'll try to have it done tomorrow), looking at things from a reader's perspective is quite different to a player's one. as for>as long as it doesn't contradict with what we presented so far about her i'll let you tinker your fubuka quite a bit. don't be shy with your ideas, worse that could happen is we talking about it and reaching some middle groundI will think on it, but any changes will probably just be so I can understand the character mindset a bit better, but hey, maybe something fun will come up
>>6343897i'm not against this. if your heart is telling you that your fuckup will be interesting, then why stop you. of course, as long as the world remains consistent>>6343900>I mostly meant playing her until she can be turned into an NPC safelyit's not an option, especially considering her context. coordinators can't get grief seeds on their own unless they go full inno with a crowbar (easier said than done when you are going against magical girls and not tired salarymen). doing their job is pretty much the only stable way they have to go about it>I could not live with myself if I let a MG quest die on the board when I could have done something to helpthank you. i'll keep trying my best>I know you hate waiting even more, I'll try to have it done tomorrowuntil im done with waiting with ellie and whatever bullshit real life throws at me, there's no need to hurry. and yes: unlike a reader, a player can affect the world. it's an experience that demands a different kind of attention>I will think on it, but any changes will probably just be so I can understand the character mindset a bit better, but hey, maybe something fun will come upif it's fun, keep it in mind. fun is what keeps us going. and again, no need to rush. i mean, we've been stuck like a nail for two weeks already
>>6343870>link to archiveThanks for the link, I still hate my own ass for not able to beat a fucking normal stage on the act 1 story line reeeeeeeeeeeeee>hapi happi gucassssI would take this as a healing journey for Sammie. Weird to say this but, the moment Sammie took flight in your hands it no longer feels like "my player character" but more of a "character which actions I could give advice to", like a separate entity from my own and I really have to talk to her when deciding the next course of actions. I have to assume that I know nothing about her until you give me or prompt me for information. It's really fun because surprises galore.>grimdarkyep I would limit that to her past only. I did not know this quest means gucas to make a wish out of malicious intent, but now that its confirmed I can give my take on how her past may look like. Ultimately it is up to you QM, because again, I see her as a separate entity from myself>>6343887>The string of processes for transformationThat is only what I thought initially, I could toss it back to the mental wastebin belongs. Ultimately it is up to you QM so I will just adapt and use what you have planned for Sammie so far. Just let me draft simple descriptive points for each characters because, I understand the point of not datadumping upon readers if the information is intended to be entertaining instead of informative.--->one hell of coincidenceDo you really want to know how much coincidence is happening here?my guts still think you are messing with me by picking a city I am living and slave-waging in, right fucking now, QM. Luckily you did not name it Singapore.What in the actual fuck.Go eat a fucking durian, its in season right now and it is with the right texture with right kick of pungency and bitterness altogether. Pick the ones that come from Penang or Pahang with the best cultivars.
>>6343569>what type even Sammie is?I don't think being rational is on a opposite end with being emotional. She could sob with snot seething in absolute rage while still moving her ass trying to do shit probably because crying did her nothing in the past. Could be both>transformation outside fights useless?Personally I am more of a world builder than a story writer, and I see myself as that fucking evil god that puts characters into whatever hardships they need to suffer. I'm not really sure at this point if I could sync with Sammie for her pursuit of sastifying plot lines sooooooooo How can I help you Sammie lololol>>6343571>Sammie is a writer that loves what she writesI'm so proud of her.>Croco and back scritchesI swear I will find the chance in this quest to bring Sammie to Sungei Buloh to watch monitor lizards sunbathing in their strange postures, oriential whip snakes hanging in bushes, and saltwater crocodiles lazing around the mudflats.>deeper thoughts about herself?>>6343787>grimdark background>self-esteem issues from parents?Honestly that's one valid reason. I would not say that Sammie's parents are as crazy as Lucinda's, but let's just say she suffered from the perpetual "you are ugly/short/dumb/lazy/(insert whatever), if you don't work harder you will end up like that person sweeping the streets" nag from her parents. Also the "Look, your older cousin entered harvard this year! / younger cousin won the champion at the interschool competition!" implying her being an embarassment for not achieving anything. It's as if her parents sucessfulness depends on how Sammie performs and the kid had to suffer because they had their own vision of "easy and fulfilling life"(e.g. being a vet could earn big so no financial worries) and demand her to follow suit. Also to the Chan (and all of the extended) family kids are retirement investments. Wow what a shitty culture. I hate myself so much for writing this shit with ease. Oh wait I finally found the right word probably it's called intergenerational trauma. So,>to enjoy literally bringing characters to life = to break away from her allegience being a member of her family and possibly, the societyI could also attribute that as to why her stories are all set in anywhere but earth. To her reality is shit.But I can't apply that train of thought as of why she made that wish, it is only to help her esacpe her situation, there is no malicious intent in there. As of why she made that wish this is my guess(incl. info from chara sheet):1) Humans are living things living in a society.2) Society demands people being "useful" otherwise society suffer poverty.3) Writers are not considered "useful" because they can't make food/increase efficiency in making food.4) Fuck life, fuck the world that demands life must suffer to gain happiness. Go to hell, life should not exist.5) But since I am a powerless human I will become a being that could wreck the world.Now that's malicious enough.
>>6343942>it no longer feels like "my player character"what i always tell my niggucas is that they consider themselves the consciousness of their characters. the rest of it, the subconcious and the world outside, are what i have to deal with>because again, I see her as a separate entity from myselfif you see it that way, then we are a separate entity from ourselves as well. we aren't in control of our subconcious and yet it influences our every move. you have as much control of sammie than you have of yourself>I can give my take on how her past may look likedo et! guca backgrounds haven't ever been entirely up to me for as long as i've been running these. i recall both emma and erika adding about their pasts and likes-dislikes well past half BA. as long as it doesn't contradict what we already have and its cool and it isn't too convenient (like erika suddenly wanting a gun inside her car when hush took her for a ride) then there's no reason to not include it: this is a collaborative effort. i only add to their pasts myself on my own because i have to>Just let me draft simple descriptive points for each characters becausesure, that's still how sammie's power works after all>dat spoilerhahahaa aint no fucking way. i don't believe you. i can't>>6344139>I don't think being rational is on a opposite end with being emotional.we all have the same amount of emotions, even when we repress them. what i mean by 'emotional' is someone that understands them a bit more than the norm>I'm not really sure at this point if I could sync with Sammie for her pursuit of sastifying plot lines soooooooooignore that part in the bio completely, that's Miharu's bio quirks that i copy pasted just for shits and giggles, cause it just so happens that both are writer gucas>pic relatedand luckily i did, since now you have a little more room. but, once set in stone i ain't gonna change anything. for future references, i hope that much is clear>bring Sammie to Sungei Bulohfubuka bitching in 3, 2, 1>dat backstoryi meanwe had the almost exact same fucking idea thenlmfaofunny enough this also happened with lucinda back then if i remember correctly. what a common, atrocious theme>her stories are all set in anywhere but earth. To her reality is shit.fits like a glove. sammie did try to send us back to the stone age after all>But I can't apply that train of thought as of why she made that wishrage at discovering how society treats writers and artists in general, fueled by the fact that this could be used to justify her parents abusive behavior>Now that's malicious enough.the way i saw it when i wrote all the stuff was that sammie was mad that society didn't recognize that artists provide the single most important element required for any kind of enterprise: /motivation/. it's malice towards stupidity. what do u think?im taking my time on ellie ending so it feels natural. but when we start, we start
>>6344346>guca backgrounds haven't ever been entirely up to me for as long as i've been running thesei thought you did an interesting job when you did.
>>6344346lmao wrong pic>>6344359thankie! which one you liked
>>6344386the orphans. even if they didn't accomplish much in the end.
>>6344346>separate entity......thanks for telling me I might need a therapist>guca pasts that QM made upI need to agree with >>6344359 . Osaka 1st version has the craziest backstories I ever seen.>aint no fucking wayI took picture in >>6337618 and I didn't know they painted away the iconic yellow/orange walls recently. Could still see it in google maps.Also I screamed internally when the girls walked all the way from Woodlands checkpoint to Marsling. They could have just took bus 170 to get to Kranji FOR BIGGUCA'S SAKE WHY YOU HAVE TO WALKSooooo when are the girls gonna explore more of Transit City? we should also bring Fubuka to see the entire stretch of malls in Orchard lolAre we gonna adjust the gems of all gucas of Transit City?>shits and giggleslawl meh I should let Sammie think how her stories should go>Sammie's wish>malice towards stupidityI mean if for that she could have just wished for "I want a society that treat artists well" or something like that. I find wishing for "Transform into my own characters" to rebuild a society's value system towards what she want is a bit too roundabout when a wish could be anything. Or maybe Kyubey just happened to find her when she tried to retrieve the scripts that are turning to ashes.Anyway I like that idea. Is that why she hate Fubuka to her guts lol? Wouldn't that mindset backfire on her since, well, people just can't be attentively thinking all the time?
Rolled 26, 9 = 35 (2d100)Alright, done reading. Fubuka is a lot closer to combination of two archetypes I run though TRPGs with. One absolutely loyal, who is willing to lie, cheat, steal, any betray anyone and anything as long as it benefits the faction they are loyal to. The other, a low wisdom, high priority, extremely tanky, simple morality. They are most loyal to friends and family. Their goals are to make their family happy, as well a secondary hobby to hyperfocus on (usually unhinged ultraviolence, but that's not hard set, well, at least the ultraviolence part, currently leaning towards it being base building).The mindset might be a slight shift from what she was before, but should be fine, hopefully. If anything goes out of line, do tell.Anyway, I can start now. From what I can see, Fubuka anon did vote on the last write-in.Is the missing part the requests in this?>>6341764In that case, check these rolls (if only one is needed, discard the second), and as for where to but the beds hmm. Well the bathrooms are an option, but not good long term.Those abandoned wagons on the other hand? Now those look like a great place. After.... after we clean them because they're fuged up as they are.So bathrooms are good for the night, we're spending so much time cleaning them, might as well.
>>6344503Welcome to the party and suffering Twobukanon, may you enjoy the rivalry with SammieNow you mentioned it I reread the stuff weeks ago and indeed there are wagons... how do they look like? The old school wagon, modern train section or maintainence work trains?If we opt for wagons we might need to think of pinning them in place and seal the tunnel except for air ventilation and utilities. Would not want a rouge car from nowhere slamming into our bedrooms. Speaking of which, after exploring our base might as well find out where the tunnels lead to, better find out if there are multiple entrances to here. I have a gut feeling about where they heading to but I might be wrong.>>6344346>simple? descriptive points!https://pastebin.com/H8WAW06H
֍ Flu Mask Woman: Ellie, some people are helplessly lonely in this world.Ellie, still touching random buttons on the dashboard of the car, turns to face the mysterious stranger. The Flu Mask Woman takes takes off the flu mask--and it’s Inno. Ellie does not gasp at the revelation, and doesn’t wonder who else could be Inno that she doesn’t know. She’s far more concerned with the two plastic bags hanging from the classy mugger’s hands, the green and white ones.֍ Inno: Must be this new digital era. All em kids glued to their phones, so who’s out there to make friends? But maybe I’m old, and dumb like my parents too.Inno drops both bags on the marble kitchen counter and the green one almost slips into the sink. Standing from the front seat, Ellie’s eyes follow the contents with renowned interest as they are taken out of the green one and stored: instant rice, tuna cans, onions sauce, frozen buffalo meat, palm oil, soap, shampoo, a six-pack of canned beer, two towels, toilet paper, a small cardboard tray of eggs, a stainless steel pan…֍ Inno: Aaaaand this.Inno carefully drops the circular sunglasses on Ellie’s nose, then pushes the bridge with the index until the pads slide all the way.֍ Inno: Hows this?Again, Inno turns on the bodybuilder cellphone flashlight, and again, Ellie recoils. But then she peeks. And then she just looks at it. And blinks at Inno.֍ Inno: So that was the problem. Knew it.And Inno pats her head. Even though she slapped those sunglasses from some Jamaican guy pretending to be blind. Ellie walks up to the window behind the sofa, and looks straight at the sun. Her mouth gapes. Her fingers curl.֍ Inno: And now to fix mine: all this sweat. So glad I left the heater on.Ellie: ΛϋƔƐƝɎσƺ֍ Inno: Me too, girl, me too.
From the sofa, cracking open the second can of beer, Ellie hears the shrill little wails of the damned before the bathroom door is opened by Inno wearing nothing but a towel. The pale alien glances at that long, blonde hair still buried under foam, as the woman finds the water tank gauge right above the sink. She touches the small screen to no avail.֍ Inno: Someone is laughing his stupid ass off, Ellie. I ran out of water halfway.The naked arms and shoulders are all glossy because of the soap, and the floor is getting wet under the little rain coming down from her hair. But Ellie’s attention is fixated on the towel itself, depicting a panda bear sitting in a control room on fire, desperate. When Inno turns around and kneels to check the gas gauge from between the two front seats, Ellie gets to see the rest of the picture: a nuclear reactor with a happy panda bear logo erupting like a volcano.֍ Inno: …Idiots. I can’t go away without fuel, y’know?Inno finds Ellie chugging on another beer like there’s no tomorrow. She studies the scene intently until Ellie notices. Some of the liquid spills from the corner of her lips.֍ Inno: Fuel. Now that I think of it-Inno bends forward and, as Ellie protects the can of beer, grabs the alien’s other hand much to her surprise. The Coordinator gives the bone white ring a closer look, then squints barely.֍ Inno: You ain’t havin it easy either, aren’t ya Ellie? All lost here.Inno drops her butt next to Ellie and opens a can of beer herself. When Inno drinks, Ellie drinks as well.֍ Inno: I’m sorry. Should have figured earlier. So why don’t we… do sumthin about that?
֍ Inno: You ain’t tipsy or anythin, are you?The black wool cap on Ellie’s head makes a stark, painful contrast with the armless, knee-length white dress Inno had her wear after taking a bath. The floral patterns imprinted on the left shoulder and around the bottom of the skirt seem to wave at each step she takes down the bustling street, but Ellie doesn’t notice. No; too many food stalls steal her attention, so many that she doesn’t even notice that they are surrounding a vast, green park with a lake.֍ Inno: You gonna unscrew your head like that. Focus on this.It’s like Inno took a piece of cloud. Ellie stares at the pink cotton candy with furrowed brow until she smells it, but it’s only when Inno takes a bite out of it and chews and swallows that Ellie licks it. Then, after feeling the sugar herself, when Inno goes for another bite Ellie takes the cotton candy away. But Inno insists. People stare at her chasing the piece of cloud with her mouth as Ellie runs and turns around to protect it.Ellie: ɸθψƺƔϋƔƐ!! ƝɎσƺ!!But Inno is too fast and clever and isn’t negotiating, so Ellie decides that The Enemy gets nothing and slides her mouth across the giant toothpick and devours the whole thing in a single blow. Her cheeks end up looking like a puffer fish, but she still stares Inno in the eye as she chews and chews.֍ Inno: Oh. Well.Inno just takes out a caramel apple, a satay, a murtabak, and a fried corndog, all held at once in a single hand like claws. As Inno eats, Ellie, unsettled, chews faster and faster.
֍ Inno: You need to stop and taste, Ellie.Ellie is in pain, grabbing her stomach, her eyes closed behind those circular sunglasses. Yet as they walk into the arcade and the sound and screens the flashing lights on the alien’s gaze show nothing that resembles regret.֍ Inno: Havin too much at once is like havin nothin. You can only pay so much attention.Someone stumbles upon Ellie’s shoulder and keeps going, a little kid too eager to notice.Ellie: ƱȿɎɷɸ!But it’s nothing compared to whatever’s going on inside.֍ Inno: If you are like that then we’ll have to play another day.Ellie turns at the sound of the bang. It’s a shooting arcade machine with plastic guns, one which Inno just used to blow a zombie’s brains out.֍ Inno: You knew these?Ellie didn’t. She’d spend her time gardening shrooms, stalking salamantoads, or… doing nothing because mom and dad weren’t home and the new kids shunned her. With a bloated belly, she picks up the second gun.Despite getting killed like five times, Ellie got mad whenever she couldn’t shoot anymore so Inno’s own digital wallet had to bleed like the monsters. The stranger girl then tried some more games, then every game in the place, including the punching machine, the racing simulators, the carrousel with the ponies, and the huge UFO catcher where she just couldn’t, no matter how much she cursed and in what language, get that octopusuntil Inno found an old KoF 2001 machine and Elie didn’t want to play anything anymore.
Ellie’s eyes widen and light up. A tall knight in medieval armor, a gigantic shield, swords crossing against a wall, all neatly lined up and protected by thick glass.֍ Inno: I am so god damn stupid. And I just took a bath.Sweating all over again, Inno keeps complaining about having gone crazy at the dance machine while Ellie contemplates an enormous oil painting of peasants and farmers working together. She points at the cow with vivid intent, which Inno tracks from her little finger.֍ Inno: Oh, you like cows? I’ll take you see some then.Roaming over that red carpet, getting lost in the museum, Ellie ends up stumbling upon a tall, miniature rocket more art than science, out of place among the old kings and the warfare exhibits. She stares at it longly; then, Ellie sits on the floor. Silently, Inno sits next to her. When security comes to tell them they can’t do that, Inno convinces the man to shut up and sit with them.
֍ Inno: Buddy, did you get taco sauce on your arm or something?At the entrance of the train station’s restroom, Inno checks on Ellie’s arm, then the back of her hand, and finally her cheeks. She pinches one of them carefully, the alien flinches and curses or at least Inno thinks she did; the red stands out as much as blood.֍ Inno: Right, cause you’re so pale. Like an Englishman that freezed to death in the North Pole. If sun lotion even works you’re gonna need to bathe in the thickest of it erryday for life. It’s the evening that awaits them outside the automatic sliding doors. Inno caresses the palest head ever as she scratches her own chin with a nail. Ellie just mindlessly nibbles on an empty kebab stick.֍ Inno: It’s either that or toothpaste. Can’t afford both. Unless-A thunder breaks Inno’s monologue and sends Ellie straight behind her. Silence follows its echo, then the gentle drumming of rain.Black man of Transit City carrying Many Electronics: FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUCKKKKKLittle kid: Look dad! It’s raining!Inno glances at Ellie and giggles; the thunder couldn’t hide the alien’s shrill little scream from her.֍ Inno: And it was so clear just now.The woman moves, and the little girl follows close by just in case. The gentleness of the drumming wanes as the downpour grows, as the two wander around the train station and past the many small stores it hosts for the travelers. Bookstores, drugstores, food outlets, even a specialized shop for drones; it’s like a mini shopping center. When Inno stops suddenly Ellie bumps on her back, watching in annoyance to where the mountain woman turns. It’s a place showcasing creepy mannequins dressed in the latest fashion; as they step in, Ellie fears that they will turn to look.
Young Lady: Welcome! What can I help you with?֍ Inno: Hey. I was just looking for- yes, that.Hanging on a pipe rack is a lone piece of garment, a black, hooded raincoat that looks like a dress, clearly meant for an adult.֍ Inno: Do you also have some rubber boots to match?Young Lady: Yes we do. You can try them out over there, the lightbulb on the right one broke just today-֍ Inno: Oh, it’s not for me.Inno pats Ellie’s head, who squints.Young Lady: Oh I’m so sorry, that’s the only size we work here.֍ Inno: That’s ok. It’s just, y’know-The perfect German woman tilts her head towards the door and the storm outside.Young Lady: Oh, wow, haha yeah, I guess so.Inno pushes Ellie’s head down so she’ll sit on the wood bench, then takes her new black sneakers off and pretty much fights with her legs to push the rubber boots deep enough.֍ Inno: Hows that feel?Ellie stands, then takes a few steps. She kicks the air a few times, then jumps in place.Young Lady: I think she likes them! Excuse me, is your daughter mute?֍ Inno: Daughter?Inno grabs the black raincoat and wraps Ellie in it like a taco.֍ Inno: Yeah, I guess so.Inno kneels to fasten the long column of buttons from the bottom up. Reaching the last, she bops Ellie’s nose. Then grabs her hand, lifts her֍ Inno: Aight thanks byeee!and storms out into the storm. If the clerk shouted ‘FUCKING NAZI’ as Inno went into the rain she didn’t hear it, but when she saw the actual clerk chasing after her, enduring the million little cold stings, Inno simply jumped to the roof of a hair saloon, turned around, winked, and then kept running.No one is going to believe her.
Inno jumps a few more buildings carrying Ellie on her arms as the alien stretches hers towards the endless stars. The taller Magical Girl stops on the rooftop of a cat cafe, its tables just now abandoned to the falling sky despite the umbrellas. Some still have coffee and croissants on their plates. Some are still letting off steam.֍ Inno: Poor girl. Shouldn’t have spent so much on that rigged UFO catcher.Inno lets go of Ellie- but Ellie holds onto Inno like a tick. The hooded girl points towards the rooftop of the next building.֍ Inno: So that’s how you have fun. But we have to figure out how to get back first.Inno walks under one of the umbrellas and sits Ellie on the chair next to hers. She picks up a cup of coffee, sniffs it, tastes it, blows on it, and then gives it to Ellie. She takes out the bodybuilder cellphone and goes about trying to find free Wi-Fi to save on data.֍ Inno: I’m gonna have to think somethin up, cause by now I’m dead sure that bloody cat is avoiding me. But I know who could talk some sense into it. I’d rather not, but who cares.Thunder blasts from far away, yet Ellie still jumps from her seat to hide behind Inno. Who can’t help but giggle like a hyena.֍ Inno: Don’t you have these from where you are from?That giggle turns into a grin, and so Inno’s thumb waltz on the screen of the cellphone. She finds a video with a thunder, cranks the volume to the max, hides the device behind Ellie’s backand hits “Play”.Ellie starts screamingand instantly dissapears.֍ Inno: …what?!
i am so fucking sorry guys lmao i swear i thought this was going to be shorter. it was in my head. i know im being selfish of me to hog the thread like this but i know coming back to this if i leave it halfway done is gona be a turbo bitch, so pretty plz bear with me. tomorrow we get this little story climax and then we start for like fucking real!! after like a full month and a week lawl>>6344406akiko and helen come to mind. those would be the >>6344417letting go of akiko and wakoko was super painful at the time, but i figured it was the right thing to do. i wanted to give new players the chance to try and i also wanted it to be on their own terms, which at the time i thought i was failing at. but as you pointed out just now it's pretty much what's happening with the transit city trio, so... maybe it's not such a bad approach? then again, BA had the liberty of having the stories of their characters be independant from each other.desu? i'm not sure...>>6344417if you are on queensway of all places then i'll shit myself, plain and simple, no excuses, no half-measures, pure honor>FOR BIGGUCA'S SAKE WHY YOU HAVE TO WALKmaybe inno wanted to show them around so they'd see all the pretty places. maybe she wanted to see it herself. either way, never forget your cardio>Sooooo when are the girls gonna explore more of Transit City? i mean, what's stopping them?>Are we gonna adjust the gems of all gucas of Transit City?at least that's what inno and we say>lawl meh I should let Sammie think how her stories should godesu, i think it would be much more colorful if you think them up. i am limited by my own criteria>I find wishing for "Transform into my own characters" to rebuild a society's value system towards what she want is a bit too roundabout when a wish could be anything.because sammie thought the same as you: that she could also make the most out of the wish. it is roundabout because it's greedy>Or maybe Kyubey just happened to find her when she tried to retrieve the scripts that are turning to ashes.i didn't even have to explain. remember what i said earlier about superman vs goku? that people don't often account for character and state of mind? well there you go. it's hard to think straight when you are full of grief and rage>Is that why she hate Fubuka to her guts lol?you got a solid points but let's wait for Meeting Sammie next thread lelcont!
>>6344503>The mindset might be a slight shift from what she was before, but should be fine, hopefully. If anything goes out of line, do tell.no, i think that it's great, it fits. the stupid loyalty to inno already shows, and the lack of morality for the sake of tribality too. if we consider how far she went to please her mother then it can't be other way (and the hobby so far maybe has a bit to do with trimming her nails too much)>Anyway, I can start now. From what I can see, Fubuka anon did vote on the last write-in.usually rolls lock votes no matter come hell or high water but since i didn't clarify you could change the actions beforehand i'll have a little lenience only this once. but if you still want to keep those actions its ok tooand welcome! happy to have you! :D>https://pastebin.com/gM5LwPpui still have to read this>how do they look like? The old school wagon, modern train section or maintainence work trains?i'll show you guys tomorrow>dat pastebinan easy way to think about the descriptions is that they are rules that her magic can't contradict. if sammie says that taravia has a relic that controls the flow of time, then taravia can't not have itthose are good examples if we assume that by stating their race we already know enough about their physical qualitiesfinale tomorrow! then normal actual fucking quest
>>6344895rin was an orphan too.>maybe it's not such a bad approach?it depends on execution. with ba characters i think at times you go too far in adding details outside of pc control throwing in a two lines of a pastebin emma being talked out of suicide rather than writing that scene, helen's backstory/nature, and such. i don't know about having the players start as coordinator's apprentices rather than out of their own acts, but i guess we shall see. keep on trucking, qmmini was the best of them all
>>6344895>akiko and wakokoI think that approach really depends on the player. I know you would pretty much make up some details so I actually took care to make a character not too different from myself else I gonna risk doing to many contradicting actionsand again, there is no one occasion that all of BA characters are physically together at once so there must be some way to get the group together>transit citytell me if you need more pictures>storiesI'll be the coauthor then>Meeting Sammie>next threadQM, I challenge youIf we get to next thread>pastebintake your time, it's boring datadump like how I would write my notes>character rulesthat relic must be costing much magic then, like, witching out level? girl with that wish is going to be a dangerous witch
>>6344905>if you still want to keep those actions its ok toothat works for me>the hobby so far maybe has a bit to do with trimming her nails too muchI think I will develop it into general beautification, but that will have to be done via a bit of personal growth, not as a sudden change
>>6345009>general beautificationIf Sammie goes out to buy shampoo Fubuka will be the one who remembers to buy conditioner and facewash
Inno had scouted everywhere. The park, the arcade, the museum, the kitchen of an erotic restaurant, the cat sanctuary, the Hindu temple, the gay sauna, some guy's house, and even the clothing store where she stole Ellie’s raincoat. All she found in the latter is a slap to the face.But right as she stepped into the dark motorhome again֍ Inno: aaaAwhatTfuCk!?!someone was banging the pan against the pot right behind her. Lights on, it was an angry Ellie. Inno goes from bitch to comatose in three seconds flat, deflating from the relief.֍ Inno: I was so worried!Inno hugs Ellie, who, angry milliseconds ago, short-circuits as the golden hair drips all over the raincoat. Ellie tries to push Inno back, trying to breathe.֍ Inno: What happened? Are you hurt? Did you do that on purpose?Ellie: ƺƔϋƔƝЏɸƹƺ! ϋƝƂ.֍ Inno: Ha. So you know it was me. Not my fault yer that cute scared.Ellie forces her way through Inno’s warm and wet embrace, then heads straight to the fridge. She opens it and picks up a can of beer, only one, and for herself.֍ Inno: So you DID teleport inside here back then, huh. Can you do that again?Ellie completely ignores Inno as she scavenges the fridge.Ellie: Fɷɷƻ!֍ Inno: ‘Food’? We have rice and tuna and stuff, but we’ll have to cook it.Ellie: Fɷɷƻ!!֍ Inno: We aren’t getting takeout, missy. I already know what that does to people.Inno checks the electric heater’s meter and scoffs. It may take longer for the water to heat than for her to catch a cold.֍ Inno: Can you do that again, Ellie?Ellie finally looks at Inno. The woman unwraps the leather belt from her black jeans and leaves it on the floor, making a circle. She points at it. But when Ellie starts walking, Inno stops her. Then, she points at the cheap marker again and Ellie is already in it. Inno whistles.֍ Inno: We got ourselves a little teleporter.Inno ‘hmms’ pensibly, as Ellie grabs the belt and wraps it around her stomach.֍ Inno: And you still have your clothes on.
Ellie had managed to teleport the pot from one end of the motorhome to the other, so Inno took her to the fanciest restaurant she could look up online.Waiter: Welcome to our fine establishment. My name is Marcus. Let me show you to your table, Miss…֍ Inno: Imeredala.The waiter is a tall, slender man hiding some muscle, dark-haired. Under the hood, Ellie’s neck drags her whole body as she spins while following Inno. The black, polyester tablecloths on the round tables, the fat, crimson armchairs around them, the dark marble tiles under them, the chandelier hanging from the atrium dome roof above making images out of stained glass… and yet, it’s the smell that charms her the most. The haunting amalgam of the many perfumes and colognes drenched on the dim-lit diners isn’t lost on her.Waiter: Let me know if you need anything.֍ Inno: Ellie, take a seat.Inno patting the red belly of the ebony armchair wakes Ellie up. Hints of trepidation show as the little alien, lost in the galaxy, takes her seat with careful movements.Ellie: σƺƺƝЏ?The palest girl gets still as a statue as Inno, leaning forward, undoes the buttons on the raincoat one by one. The Nazi then gently lifts the alien’s arms to take the garment off, and hangs on the back of the chair.֍ Inno: You’ll be fine.Inno takes her seat. From across the table, Ellie stares at her companion with sudden worry as the woman, unphased, swipes through the laminated pages in the black leather menu. Unlike herself, the elegant lady in front of her, wearing blood lipstick, blue tear earrings, and that one-shoulder satin red dress that came out of nowhere doesn’t seem out of place at all.֍ Inno: We are going to feast like dirty beasts, Ellie. Prepare your ass for tonight.Ellie notices that even the way she moves is different. It’s as if Inno turned every action into two just for ceremony, like how she lifts her arm to then twist her wrist when she calls the waiter to order.
Ellie, surrounded by class, studies the dish in front of her that looks nothing like a burger. It’s a big ball of rice on a wide leaf, surrounded by peanuts, cucumber slices, a hard-boiled egg, anchovies, and a reddish paste that looks spicy. Inno, almost done with her own dish, is tearing through what little is left of the grilled fish on her plate and which she splashes with lemon, already lifting her arm to order another. Behind the fish, forgotten, hide three slices of tomato. Ellie touches her ball of coconut rice almost with worry. Where did that fancy, mindful lady go?֍ Inno: Ain’ff guff? Lemme ffrry.Still with food in her mouth, Inno grabs some of the rice with her bare right hand and stuffs herself. Thankfully, she finally swallows.֍ Inno: It’s great! Eat it. Mix it with this.With a spoon, Inno mixes the sambal paste into the rice and spoon-feeds Ellie, who chews and chews and then screams silently as Inno slams her fist on the table.֍ Inno: Damn straight! This is what it’s about!Waiter: Can I bring you anything else?֍ Inno: Effrythin!
Like three more dishes later, Inno stopped asking for more food and drinks when she struggled to stand. There was so much food that not even Ellie’s curiosity stood a chance. She’s crying out of regret of being filled with delicious food.Waiter: You two were hungry, Miss Imeredala.֍ Inno: It’s just, everything is so tasty. This should be illegal. You can’t stop.Waiter: Should I bring the bill?֍ Inno: No need. We’ll pay with a magic trick.The waiter lifts an eyebrow. Inno beckons Ellie with her eyes, who grabs her raincoat, walks up to her, and grabs her hand.֍ Inno: Aaaaaaaaaaaaand… taran!!Ellie vanishes as if she was just a product of Inno’s imagination.But only Ellie.֍ Inno: eh
As it turns out, first class food is expensive. As it turns out, Inno didn’t have enough to pay for the feast. As it turns out, even a Magical Girl can struggle against trained bodyguards who spent their lives studying gorillas- provided she ate enough to stop moving.֍ Inno: Let-me-go, motherfucker!Honest and Hardworking Police Officer: Don’t move!Finally outside, when Inno is slammed against the ‘POLIS’ on the hood of the white and blue patrol car, she spots Ellie among the tiny crowd that formed while she struggled inside the restaurant.Ellie looks sad.Waiter: No, I’m not crazy! There was a little little girl with her! And she went invisible!Other waiter: Keep your nonsense to yourself or you’ll get fired for drinking on the job!As usual, the world itself hides Magical Girls. No surprises there. As behind her back her wrists are handcuffed, as she’s hurried to the back of the police car, Inno turns around to smile at her new little friend to reassure herbut Ellie is nowhere to be seen anymore.
֍ Inno: Ellie!It took ten minutes for Inno to break out of jail and ten more to get her cellphone back, but twenty to get back to the motorhome in a cab. When she opens the door and only darkness greets her she is still calm. When she turns on the lights and no one starts banging the pan against the pot she’s not so calm anymore.֍ Inno: Ellie?Inno inspects the holes in the home that is a car, but there’s not much to inspect because even cars this big are small. She settles for sitting on the sofa, and waits. And waits. And waits.Bang. Inno tackles the door.֍ Inno: Ellie?She looks at the football rolling away.Kid: Sorry lady!Disheartened, Inno juggles the ball with her black heels and then sends it back with a hit from the heel, straight to the kid’s forehead.Kid: WOW! Women are awesome!Sighing, the awesome woman closes the door behind her also with her feet, then goes back to sitting. And waits. And waits. And waits.֍ Inno: Ellie? Ellie!But the shadow staring at her from the attic, the space above the cockpit, has red eyes, and Ellie’s are black./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: I am not Ellie Teegarden, Innocence.Kyubey drops straight below, facing Inno from the entrance. Inno opens her mouth, perfectly ready to bitch at the catyet doesn’t.֍ Inno: Kyubey, today you get your one ticket for me to stop kicking your stupid ass face like a football. Earn it./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: What do you mean?Inno loses her breath.֍ Inno: Ellie. Help me find her. Please.Kyubey licks its paw./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: I’m surprised that you are neither violent nor interested in the reason why I’m here, but it is refreshing to see you being efficient.֍ Inno: I don’t give a crap. If you are here to turn ol me into premium Diesel fuel fo the universe then wait till we find Ellie. You stalk little girls all the time but today it will be for a good reason. Truce?/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Truce.
A driver screams as Inno takes a curve drifting the motorhome like a street racer. It is already quite dark outside./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Innocence! Ellie Teegarden is nearby. Turn left!֍ Inno: It’s a one-way street, we’ll get stuck and fined.The long car takes the long way around, but almost as fast as it could./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: There she is.And indeed she is. Although weaker, the storm had gotten nowhere. Ellie found solace from it under a Merbau tree at the park, and is fixated enough on its trunk to not notice Inno jumping from the door and dodging the rain to catch up to her.֍ Inno: Ellie! Thank fuck, I was scared.Ellie turns to look at Inno, but her head is still hanging low.֍ Inno: Oh, the beetle? It’s alright, they don’t bite. Look.Inno shows no one the beetle on her finger.֍ Inno: Ellie?/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: I see. Ellie Teegarden wants to be left alone.The Magical Girl hears Kyubey from the car, in her mind. She just climbs back to the front seat and shuts the door, then shakes her dripping hair like a dog, soaking Kyubey. Turning on the ignition switch, this time without hammering a screwdriver into it, Inno bites her lip.֍ Inno: Find her.
֍ Inno: Kyubey, tell me: why did Ellie become a Magical Girl?Ellie may be running away, but the traffic isn’t; each bonked horn testing Inno’s faith in humanity. But she has bigger things now./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ellie is an alien from the planet Teegarden B.Inno lets it sink in silence, or at least in whatever silence the concert of horns and engines would let her.֍ Inno: So; Pedro was right to freak out, then. First human-alien contact besides you, only MUCH better. What do you know?/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Pedro? I don’t know who that person is. Ellie’s wish was ‘I wish to travel the stars’. The context of said wish is relentless abuse from both her brethren, including her own biological parents.֍ Inno: Why did it happen? One second.Inno takes her head out of the window.֍ Inno: YOU ARE LUCKY I DON’T HAVE THE TIME, ASSHOLE!Random driver: FUCK YOU, CUNT!/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Her parents were threatened to work in a secret space project and had to take Ellie with them to a military base. Deprived of her old friends and neglected by her parents, she became lonely, and caused trouble for the project.֍ Inno: Why did she do?/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: She infiltrated a rocket. The abortion of the project was issued once they found out she was there, but at a late state of the launching. It caused quite a mess.Cars of every color in front of her start moving. Inno presses that pedal with very measured movements.֍ Inno: So they scolded her./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: They did.֍ Inno: And now she’s afraid I’m going to scold her as well.
This time, Ellie found herself a stray orange cat that took shelter inside a glass bus stop. The cat sniffs Ellie’s huge sleeve carefully, but is then swallowed by; as Ellie pets its head she can hear it purr inside.֍ Inno: Ellie.Ellie takes a step back- until she notices Kyubey, who Inno is grabbing like a suitcase.Ellie: Kϟbeʮ.֍ Inno: Kyubey, translate.Inno then smiles warmly like she never did before, which takes Ellie off-guard.֍ Inno: Hi, Ellie. It’s so nice to finally talk to you. We’ve been through a lot today, haven’t we? But you’ve been very brave./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: ЏɸƹƺƻЏ ɸ Џɸθψ. ƐƝɎ ɸƹƺ ƺƔ? ƔϋƔƝ ƝЏ ƝЏƺƔƝɎ.Ellie looks at Inno and nods, which seems to be a universal gesture. The cat’s tail wiggles to the sides, its orange butt all that the sleeve has spared.֍ Inno: Ellie: I’m not mad at you. At all. I didn’t test your powers enough. It’s on me. I’m sorry you had to see that./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: ɎσƺϋƔ ɸƹ ƔƐ ɸƹƺɷΛ ƔƝɎσƺ ƹƺ ƐƝɎƝЏɸ ƹƺ ƐƝɎɷƜ ƺƔƝɎσ.֍ Inno: Let’s go home and have tea. Or chocolate. Anything that you want. I’ll spoil you at least today. I like being with you. I want to help you get back home./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: σƺϋƔƐƝ ɷΛɎ ƔƐƝɎσƺƔ Џɸƹƺƻ ƹƺɷΛЏɸθψ ƝЏɸƹƺɷΛ Ɏσ ʮƜƝƂψΛ ɷƜ ƔƝɎσɸ.It may be rainingbut, sad as it is, a Coordinator can spot a tear anywhere. Even tears that can’t be seen. Even after Ellie is gone again and the cat is left looking around in utter confusion.֍ Inno: …/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: What do you want to do? This is wasting a lot of my time, you know.֍ Inno: Keep looking for her.The orange cat goes back to licking its rear.
The motorhome accidentally gets too close to the curb and ends up splashing a black man with many electronics on him.֍ Inno: I’m just so worried, y’know? She’s too small to be alone in this bitch of a world, worse if she’s fresh from some other./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Sharing your thoughts with me is so unlike you, Innocence. Geez, you are too unpredictable. Turn right.֍ Inno: But, yeah. Ellie can teleport, I guess. Maybe she’ll be fine on her own. Maybe she just doesn’t wanna be with messy ol me who always ends up in jail.And yet, Inno sighs. She clutches the gear lever too tightly./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: I don’t think so, Innocence. Ellie Teegarden falls into the spectrum of weak Magical Girls.Inno just… hits the brake and turns to Kyubey. Fully./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: You couldn’t have known because the two of you couldn’t talk, but Ellie came to this planet in a Witch’s Labyrinth. It sucked her inside right after her Soul Gem manifested, and travelled across space until it landed here. There are few precedents of Magical Girls having their wish granted by a Witch.֍ Inno: Why are you saying that Ellie is weak?/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: She had to hide from the Witch all that time. Her rocket-spear couldn’t even harm the Familiars.Inno just stares through the tarnished windshield at the storm raging outside, raging all over the world, and now even the rest of the galaxy.֍ Inno: Then she is like me. She made a wish with hatred in her heart. She won’t be able to survive on her own./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Aren’t you jumping to conclusions, Innocence? Klonoa always told you to stop and think.But Inno isn’t listening֍ Inno: If her wish was made with hatred… and her wish was to leave her planet… it wasn’t hatred towards her parents, or the rest of them aliens.Inno looks at Kyubey, at those perfectly circular and perfectly red eyes.֍ Inno: It was towards herself. Ellie hates herself./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: How is that related to her behavior?֍ Inno: She’s leaving cause she doesn’t want to hurt /me/.The engine bursts to life./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Where are you going? Ellie is that way.֍ Inno: We are taking a detour.
Ellie is mesmerized by the myriad fish drawing patterns behind the convex glass window etched on the wall of the huge fake tree trunk. The blue light from inside the aquariums reflects like waves on the floor as she wanders, spied by clown fish peeking from humble coral reefs. Above, the tears from the sky threaten to shatter the framed skylight ceiling, but fail. When the girl turns, she quivers- but then her eyes glitter. Through the glass and waving grass she sees an octopus, walking on its tentacles, but when she approaches it isn’t there. When she walks under the huge dinosaur skull Ellie spots it again, this time free from its cage, taking a corner dancing around as if drunk. When Ellie chases after it, into the room where the whole wall is a single aquarium, the octopus greets her waving a tentacleheld by Inno from behind. Ellie takes a step back.֍ Inno: Ellie: I’m not long for this world. You don’t need to worry about hurting me.As Kyubey peeks from behind the long legs and translates, Ellie… doesn’t teleport. Those black eyes just stare at Inno from behind those black sunglasses.֍ Inno: Eighteen years is not much for a normal human girl. It’s just when you are old enough to drive a car, y’know. But for a Magical Girl… it’s a lot. It’s a milestone few ever touch.Inno scoffs. Having Kyubey out of everyone translate those words is like the beginning of a bad joke. But she carries on.֍ Inno: Would you mind listening to me? And if you still want to leave, then let me aid you before you do.Ellie: …ψΛϋƔ/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ellie says: Ok.
Inno walks closer to Ellie, holding that huge octopus plushie, glancing at the gigantic wall aquarium as she does.֍ Inno: That strategy of yours… I’ve seen it over and over. You are taking the blame for the adults to protect them. You don’t want to live in a world full of idiots, so you’d rather be the only one.Inno stands next to Ellie, but looking at the aquarium. It is very impressive.֍ Inno: It won’t work, not for long. Adults will prove to you, over and over, that we all are idiots. We just learn to hide it, and not well enough. I always end up in jail cause I do bad things. Your mom and dad didn’t understand how painful it is for a little kid to be bored. If you keep trying to believe that we aren’t dumb, that you can rely on us for errything, we’ll disappoint you erryday.Inno takes off Ellie’s hood and caresses her head. Then laughs.֍ Inno: So, all that time, you weren’t locked inside the car? You coulda just blinked outta there whenever? That’s so mean!Ellie: Ɏσƺ./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ellie says: Sorry.A single tear draws a line across her still reddish cheek.Ellie: ΛϋƔƐƝɎ θψ./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ellie says: I miss my mom.֍ Inno: I know. You were so lonely, weren’t you, Ellie? So stay with me. You are a Magical Girl in a dense and rude world, now. So stay with me. I’ll teach you how to make it on your own.Ellie: …ɎσƺƔƝƹƺ ɷΛɎɷƜЏ?/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ellie says: Why would I want to be with idiots?Inno pushes the big octopus to Ellie’s chest. She looks up from it to find the idiot adult smiling.֍ Inno: Idiots help each other.֍ Ellie: …ϋƔ.༺༻༺༻༺༻֍֍༺༻༺༻༺༻
it's fucking DONE man, fucking ENDED. took so long. i swear to like fucking everything that it was a lot shorter inside my head. there's a lesson to be learned there but im too old so fuck it. but whatever. it ended properly and htats what matters>>6344914>rin was an orphan too.her parents divorced but neither wanted her, so she ended up in an orphanage. they aren't dead>it depends on execution. with ba characters i think at times you go too far in adding details outside of pc controlis that the dark truth of gucaqm? that he's just been writing novellas this whole time?>throwing in a two lines of a pastebin emma being talked out of suicidethat was totally intentional lmao>i don't know about having the players start as coordinator's apprentices rather than out of their own actsquests start at some point and context. players don't get to choose to be a stranded space cowboy or a wizard apprentice or drunkard magical girl who loves pancakes: it's the context that it's given to them. what matters is what they do with itbut i get your point. BA had a lot more freedom in this regard. it was also what made it such a beast to run, so this new format is me trying to make things easier for myself now that i also have to work and do stuff>dat last spoilera gentlemanly opinionbottom line: even though i sometimes go hard on gucas context, i've always left enough room for players to do a lot with it. it's the future, the direction of the characters what you own. like gandalf said, it's what we do with the times that are given to us what matters, and having jimena almost fucking murder the main antagonist of BA with a noodle finger should give you an idea of just how much freedom you have within the confines on this little world>>6344953>I actually took care to make a character not too different from myself else I gonna risk doing to many contradicting actionsbut roleplayin is fuuunnn>there is no one occasion that all of BA characters are physically together at once so there must be some way to get the group togetheri think that part of the charm was that everyone was waiting for that to happen. it makes me so fucking sad man>tell me if you need more picturesgo crazy. take as much as you can. they'll all help>If we get to next threadi plan on cleaning my image a bit with this one. not one of the guca royales ever ended, so i decided to be less greedy with the setting but more consistent>that relic must be costing much magic then, like, witching out level?that if she can actually pull it off, which would require understanding the concept of time travel enough to make it consistent. and that's one big fucking IF to be honest. writers are limited by what they can understand; bullshit only gets you plotholes>>6345009>that works for megotcha! actions in a while>I think I will develop it into general beautificationi'm curious about that too. wonder how fubuka will end upvotes soon! also how was meeting with ellie? too long?
>>6345542>too long?I'll call that a standard for youAsk an unbiased person lol>roleplaying is funnnnnI also want roleplaying experienceeeeeeeI'm scareeeeeeddddd I'm already pressing my temples trying to think what a seething twelve year old girl will thinnnnkkkkkk but I can't help but make her actions fulfill the lower levels in hierarchy of needs first lolGirl has better brains than me I believe>BA gucas uniteat least they all linked by magicthe random event at the start really done wonders for their personalities tho, even it takes forever>pic reltechnically Queenstown is nearer to west but have a pic from east side of city>go crazyweekend walks confirmed, never forget cardio>understanding conceptsgodammitOk certainly it will be hard to get her into school and I don't want to put her through transit city's schooling bullshit either, so can I send her to the library, she could also use computers there to search for information because Inno is hogging the phoneeeeeeQueenstown library is a nice place btw
>>6345506Also I forgot to mention>Miss ImeredalaHas the Imeredala family inflated to the point where anyone could just call themselves Imeredala without raising suspicions lol
aight so to review:Ellie:>Ride the Fubukamobil until it gets boring.>Remember what Inno said about getting the car back>Leave the squids watching one another so that none get lost again>Teleport... near the car, in the forest we escaped through, in case someone was already there.>If it's clear, take all the important things a Teegardener can hold on her person and teleport back to the Kōdinēta no omise>Dump the horde of goodies wherever's clean enough to do so.>a) teleport to the last place she saw the car: m3 ma = 77 successSammie:>check again the water sources in the washrooms, each compartment>check water drainage spots for a place to actually wash up>think of going out again and buy sets of the same/similar clothes and whatever to sleep with>convince Fubuka we need to get soap and shampoo and a washbasin and towels to wash away the scent of rain and jungle since morning: m1 int = 34, m3 char = 12 failure (note: doesn't apply anymore anyway cause new fubukanon)>so we need to move our asses out of the station again>and get an electric kettle for hot water and making tea>so I can worry about other things like finally exploring the damm station>Also get an electric fan or mobile air-con to give some convection within the stationFubuka:> Finish cleaning the bathrooms + Continue cleaning and setting up in a pique of rage: m1 int = 26 failure> Decide where we are putting the beds (and clean there extra too)> Get mad at Sammie for ditching early to take a showerlast chance to review or change your mind about stuff you didn't roll for, except for fubuka who can change whatever this one time>>6345554>I'm scareeeeeedddddthere's no right or wrong answer. think of this like an abstract lab silence, but with gucas instead of erlenmeyer flask>1st pic relatedsin- transit city is so super pretty man, im glad you get to live there>Queenstown library is a nice place btwill google it out, must be pretty too. as for schooling or not, which is an interesting question: up to you! i love fucking around with backstories, but the rest is you guys work lawle>2nd picrin saysCOCKemma asked for a big family. you get what you ask for
>>6345627>actionshas >>6341271 also when Sammie can't go outof the stationalong with end of day actions no matter going out or not>must be pretty tooI would say it is more comfy than prettywhen you got crazy libraries like the somerset library and harbourfront library for comparision>pic relClementi hawker centre, place is near Clementi MRT station where is just 3 stops away from QueenstownLeft side is the market section and the right are all the food stallsQueenstown has something like this also but I no picbetter than eating burgers all day, also cheaper
>>6345751was watching the game awards. e33 sweep, ubisoft crying in a corner. keep taking pics, i didn't know the people in transit city had face circlesalso ok taking >>6341271 into account too>Clementi hawker centre>Left side is the market section and the right are all the food stallsngl it does look cozy, would spend all day with my laptop there. being surrounded by FOOD all day is a decent dream to havei'll try to post tomorrow but maybe work and etc. if no more inputs then ill just let it rip. was thinking something. it might take a while with so many inputs. how about if we limit the amount of actions somehow so we can get feedback in-between event? cause if something were to happen while the girls are out we would have to like queue stuff. and that way we'd get shorter posts instead of sporadic gigapost. what you guys think, gimme ideas on structurealso check out this dog i found at the supermarket. i was worried but the people of the town are feeding it
>>6345826This is definitely a dog that Rita would try to take home and keep in her backyard with all the other feral hounds
>>6345827i absolutely would have but my cat is an asshole, so i had to settle for taking pics and keeping track of it. i still see it wandering around town so all turned out ok, i think that's even better than a leash
>>6345826>face circlesnoooo I was trying to censor faces and stupid phone does not have a blur optionnnnnnn (or I haven't found it)gotta post quick when the other sides of globe are still awake>limit amount of actionsThat works also. Just that some actions could take half a day and some could be done within an hour, so it might be just us trying to cram all those actions into a same time spot. Or maybe it's just meI have an idea, you could take that list of actions as a queue you could pick from, just ask for rolls and use the queue of actions until some good timing that needs a player prompt, then ask if we are to continue with the queued actions or change our actions due to situation>spend all day with laptopthat place is not as clean as you think lol, if the last patron is a messy eater you would want a table wipe before placing a laptop there>picrelclose up of one of those shops. old school confectionary store, sells coffee beans and tea leaves also
Rolled 55 (1d100)>m5 per Sammie
guys, i need final confirmation just in casesammie convincincing fubuka to go out? y/n?or somethin else?ellie soon!
>>6346173eh so does that >>6341825 roll count?also last pic doggo looks like enjoying cool tile floor>picrelInside Bukit Panjang LRT car, around Chua Chu Kang area
As the slightest ‘ooooooo’ from the oldest sister still reverberates from the dark tunnel leading outside, Sammie decides that mulling over Transit City’s currency system is pointless when she should be going out anyway. Why? Because the sweat under her gray wool shirt already got cold because she stood still too long trying not to think about Inno’s brain.֍ Sammie: Right.Right; toiletries, spare clothes, a water dipper, maybe even a bum gun: that’s what she should be thinking about. No: that’s what she should be buying. There is one problem, though֍ Fubuka: …֍ Ellie: …which is that Fubuka broke and Ellie is an alien.>֍S Convince Fubuka we need all that stuff because, again, she owns the card.֍ Sammie: What are you even thinking about?֍ Fubuka: I don’t know.Ellie, still in Fubuka's arms, is as meek as a cat when you grasp its scuff. Until she hands it over to Sammie, who is too late to protest when she’s already holding Ellie.֍ Sammie: Wait, where are you going?֍ Fubuka: I’m going to erase every single germ or microbe or bacteria or whatever from that bathroom so we can sleep in it.As Fubuka grabs the broom that Weird Eyes left on the floor when she was kidnapped, Sammie feels the horror. Somehow, Ellie feels it too.֍ Sammie: Bubut what if we have to go to the bathroom when we are… IN the bathroom?֍ Fubuka: We’ll cross that bridge when we have to.֍ Sammie: How well did it go the last time we crossed a bridge? You tell me.Even Ellie is thinking about Inno cursing as she’s being slammed on the hood of a patrol car- but when Fubuka turns to look at Sammie it’s clear who is scared the most.
>֍F Finish cleaning the bathrooms֍ Fubuka: Sammie: there are RATS here. RATS. RATS. RA-֍ Sammie: Would you shut u-֍ Fubuka: I even saw a spider. With hair. We are sleeping in the bathroom. Move your ass and help me clean or I’m telling Inno.Sammie grasps Ellie harder as if to gesture, already feeling cold inside.֍ Sammie: We need to buy stuff.֍ Fubuka: Huh? We already did.֍ Sammie: We need to buy MORE stuff. The shop is closing soon and we don’t even have soap. Be reasonable for once!>֍E Remember what Inno said about getting the car back.As the usual bickering happens, Ellie remembers what Inno said and is stabbed by a great idea: get the motorhome back! She was the one who stole in the first place, so why sleep in an endless dark tunnel when she could be driving? Or at least bringing stuff back. Although rats seem fun, whatever’s going on in the car beats what those two have here.֍ Fubuka: We clean the bathroom, go out, buy stuff. Why am I even arguing with a nerd like you?Fubuka’s voice is heard from the bathroom as she’s already unplugging Inno’s laptop and taking it from between the sinks.֍ Sammie: Because, incredibly as it is, your brain can somehow still recognize that I make sense. Your neurons are waging war to spread the truth through that peanut inside your head. And it’s a valiant effort, worth a chronicle written in blood.֍ Fubuka: PFF, you are such a dork. I didn’t catch a thing.Sammie stops herself short when Ellie quietly rolls her way out of her arms, landing hard on the floor. It gives her time to think.֍ Sammie: …gross.Fubuka, who was already swiping, turns to face Sammie, somewhat peeved, as Ellie makes sure that both squids are watching each other so none is lost again.֍ Fubuka: Gross what? Your face?֍ Sammie: ...don't tell me you are the kind of person who does not shower under this weather. Ewwww.֍ Fubuka: What the fuck? I shower all the time! Are you blind?֍ Sammie: Then why do you smell like thEllie teleports.
Ellie’s teleportation is instant. It leaves no trace, makes no sound, and takes no time. You are in one place and then you are in another; no ceremony. It’s so seamless that it makes Ellie wonder if moving from place to place isn’t just teleporting a million times every second. However, it always takes her a few seconds to re-adjust. Instant changes in the lightning, ambience, and temperature are always a bit harsh on her eyes and small body. But soon Ellie is gazing upon the forest and its trees, upon the endless greenery on the other side of the road, and upon the dirt road they travelled through when it rained and they had to huddle together.Ellie looks around, and around, and aroundthe motorhome isn’t around.The sunset looms over the horizon, stealing light from the endless green fields and the leaves of each stray tree, but the motorhome isn’t around. Only the cow. The cow right in front of her.֍ Ellie: …ɸƹƺɷΛ?The cow moos. Maybe it understands teegardenian. Maybe it doesn’t, and it’s all an elaborate trap. On guard, ready to fight, Ellie carefully stretches her hand towards the cow to see if it tries to bite it and determine if it’s friend or foe, good or bad. Slowly, slowly, her pale hand reaches; but when it finally touches the animal’s muzzle, it only moos again.Ellie pets the cow, which is taller than her.Curious, the alien invader dares to take one step, then another, then another. She touches the cow’s face, the jaw, the nostrils, then carefully sweeps her hand through those horns. But when she touches the eye the cow recoils, and so does Ellie who runs away and hides behind a motorcycle covered in rust. After a while, Ellie peeks: the cow is still there. Ready to transform at any second, Ellie approaches yet again. The cow doesn’t move.…It’s not as fast as the car, but Ellie rides the cow. Smiling wide like a retard, she chases the sunset.>>֍E(M3 Magical Affinity λ Roll: 77 = Success)<< (Teleport to the last place where the motorhome was seen.)>Ellie accomplished /nothing/, but she’s happy.
i made a decision! ive realized that what takes me the most by far is organizing the actions and figuring out how they should go, so we are gonna try taking things one step at a time and see how that goes. let's try running with single action votes because queues make my head spin and i'm sure we'd all rather i updated faster. what do u think guis>>6346176that may or not seem common to you, but to me it's genuinely adorable. im keeping track of all of these so just fucking spam them without shame, they are a great contribution to the immersion>>6345859>noooo I was trying to censor faces and stupid phone does not have a blur optionnnnnnn (or I haven't found it)lmao jk, im glad that you are being considerate with those strangers> you could take that list of actions as a queue you could pick from, just ask for rolls and use the queue of actions until some good timing that needs a player prompti gave this a lot of thought, trust me, and i think it'd be best for you guys too if the efforts you take to think up a prompt don't get wasted when the stuff that would lead to them doesn't happen. i know that the rythm that has already been stablished is /slow as fuck/, but i'll at least try to change that to make things more dynamic>that place is not as clean as you think lol, if the last patron is a messy eater you would want a table wipe before placing a laptop therei'd clean the table and still put my laptop there. i honestly think that place looks cool>and tea leaves alsosomeday, i'll learn to drink tea properly like mami tomoe. for now, they just taste too strong for me unless i add sugar or honey which is kinda heretic as far as i know
also guess fucking what three weeks later but the thread didn't dielet's get it out of life support
>>6346220I'm fine with itthough take note I have a very long backlog of things need to do and buy to just make that station a livable place lolAt least Ellie is happy af right now>boiled leaf water heresyif sweetening tea is heretic S.E.Asia is doomed for adding ungodly amounts of condensed milk and sugar into their tea>schooling issues from last repliesI don't know how long our gucas will survive but while Fubuka could learn a trick or two from Inno, Sammie seems too upright to pull stuff Inno does unless desparate. Like mugging random people and getting away from it.The only actual benefit for schooling is to blend into normies and get in contact with potential gucas without pulling anything spectacular. Sammie could just secretly write her stories in classes she is not interested. Plus points for efficiency if it is a girls school (and in !transit city they are usually convent schools). Now hope to bigguca that transit city is not as stringent in their paper checks compared to !transit city.>picrelvoid deck a.k.a. the space under a public housing apartment. Given almost 80% locals live in public housing the trio must have already walked in a lot of these spaces.
>>6346283>though take note I have a very long backlog of things need to do and buy to just make that station a livable place lolit all fits into 'buy stuff'. it's ok if it's a list of things related to each other. for example, buying a bum gun and clothes are similar enough for sammie to pull them off at once>if sweetening tea is heretic S.E.Asia is doomed for adding ungodly amounts of condensed milk and sugar into their teawaityou mean mami drinks her teawith sugar???what am i fighting for>The only actual benefit for schooling is to blend into normies and get in contact with potential gucasworth mentioning, it's actually super rare for two magical girls to go to the same school. we had like 50 at once in the violet tower in BA, but at the time that was entirely unheard of and we are talking about a population of three million people>Like mugging random people and getting away from it.you'd be surprised how many gucas just stop giving a shit at some point. we even have kyoko>Now hope to bigguca that transit city is not as stringent in their paper checks compared to !transit city.will sammie be smashed against the hood of a cop car? will inno be proud? find out next!>picrelthat's one high-class cat, pat it for me.>Given almost 80% locals live in public housing the trio must have already walked in a lot of these spaces.is that to encourage families to stay in !transit city? so basically they have a lot of buildings with a bunch of very affordable flats?forgot the most important part of the post: the thematic guca
btw it may be too vague sothis is a prompt for fubuka and sammie as well. will sammie just give up and stay to patch holes? that was the condition of the actions before, so if that's still set i can keep going at least for the end of the day. otherwise, state new, single actions. cock
>>6346295>50 at once in the violet tower in BA,>entirely unheard of>Witch of Peace guca fighting like 100+ gucas single-handedly.funniest fucker in the entirety of BA
>>6346306She's just lucky Rita wasn't there to beat her ass
>>6346310She's probably like 100 ropes stacked together. Rita would be fucked.
>>6346295>the gunI guess she would prefer a proper showerheadnot sure if they know they need to buy tape for sealing the hoses properly>tea issuesI think people further north would appreciate unsweetened ones>meguca densitydamm. not like we got meguca radars. Am I reading too much Albion? Kamihama? Should we just send that white cat into a convent school of stressed crying girls before their exams? Or a primary school of stressed crying girls before their psle exams?>meguca crime statisicsI totally forgot about that partbut it will be so hard to do crime in !transit city because security cameras are every fucking where fuccckkkkalso begging is illegal in !transit cityalso the legal age to work is actually same as FubukaDo I really need to train Sammie for pickpocketing with her perception and dex>!transit city housingInfact most of the subsidies goes to married couples and families. If you are single you can't even own one of those flats untill 35 years old. Having a kid benefits the city by having you wage-slaving for the kid to spend there, and the kid potentially becomes a new wage-slave for the city when they grow upspeaking of which it is mandatory for healthy male citizens to be conscripted for 2 years in their early 20s so it is not weird to see young guys in army/navy uniforms in the streets. Cops and firefighters there are also likely younger than the university student. so, more kids = more new blood for the city>next actionsUh I mean the convince did failed right? I will see what Fubuka decides to do>picreloutside looking towards another void deck and outdoor carpark. all local cars have a device inserted with a cash card so they could just drive in with the gantries opening for you, Malaysian cars still need to tap in and out
>>6346311Shit... you might be right...
I'm a smidge lost,from what I can see, a persuasion roll failed, so now I got to decide what the response to not being persuaded is. Correct?If that is the case, Fubuka would be annoyed, be very bitchy, but cave to go shopping under conditions instead of cleaning immediately (due to both subconsciously holding doubt in herself in a "shit, if we did forget something and I was the leader, I don't want Inno to not be proud of me" way, and also, actively trying to at least follow Inno's "we're all family" dynamic)the conditions being that Sammie needs to help her clean TWICE as much, until the bathroom is spotless, AND Sammie takes the bunk closer to the door, because Fubuka is NOT sleeping with the rats
>>6346306>Witch of Peace gucai wrote 'almost entirely unheard of' but deleted the 'almost' thinkin there was no fucking way someone remembered that. im surprised im wrong. then again, BA was all the gucas in buenos aires and proximity, witch of peace had to suck in almost all gucas in the entirety of Argentina (and even some parts of Uruguay which is the size of BA) for Hush to pull it off. it's hushquest's unwritten ending>>6346311power level accurate>>6346335>I think people further north would appreciate unsweetened onesi really, really need confirmation about mami drinking tea with sugar or milk and asapim gonna scour the fucking magia record archives for this one>Should we just send that white cat into a convent school of stressed crying girls before their exams?it takes a special kind of fuck-up to become a magical girl. like, a very unusual case. it's not enough with being miserable and a teenageralso; it's think it /twice/ if i could pull creating more gucas lele>but it will be so hard to do crime in !transit city because security cameras are every fucking>also begging is illegal in !transit citynot even inno wanted to hit an hotel>Do I really need to train Sammie for pickpocketing with her perception and dexshe'd tell the person she just pickpocketed 's-sorry'>Having a kid benefits the city by having you wage-slaving for the kid to spend there, and the kid potentially becomes a new wage-slave for the city when they grow upi mean that's pretty smart, from a stability point of view. what they are breeding there is loyalty for the country. instead of just outright exploiting their workers as much as they can until they quit and go somewhere else they invest long-term>speaking of which it is mandatory for healthy male citizens to be conscripted for 2 years in their early 20si would have been SO fucked then. been a skinny bitch all my life. i would have been singing 'Connect' in the frontlines while getting turned into swiss cheese>Uh I mean the convince did failed right? I will see what Fubuka decides to donot only did it fail, it didn't matter anymore. i only let it go because fubuka wasn't picking up. it was like a temporary npc thing last resource>picrel>all local cars have a device inserted with a cash card so they could just drive in with the gantries opening for youamma research>>6346401>from what I can see, a persuasion roll failed, so now I got to decide what the response to not being persuaded is. Correct?correct! i was a bit lost myself, so i thought getting ensuring everyone's in the same page before resuming was the right call>"shit, if we did forget something and I was the leader, I don't want Inno to not be proud of me"lore accurate fubuka, like in those super fucking bananas devil may cry 5 vergil combo videos>dem conditionssammie answers that and we go while we wait ellie
>>6346401>>6346413>Cave inYes it succeded yeessssss>TWICE as muchHow should we even quantify once hehe>spotlessTo do that you need a high pressure water gun though. Like, they need to loan a whole set of water gun and water pump, and mold removers for mold eaten into caulk. Also avoid spraying into the electric outlets, like seal it with tape before actually spraying jets of pressurised water>not sleeping with ratsGet rat repellents. Quite sure the drug stores sells peppermint oil somewhere. Smear it all over the doorway. Also sort of smells nice>door?Actually does the bathroom even have a door that closesor is it just a doorway>bunk?We only got 2 beds though
>>6346413Although QM told to spam more !Transit City images I am starting to cringe myself out for posting long context that not everyone may want to readso here you gohttps://pastebin.com/5tDJmdseDamm it needs sign ins for comments. My original plan is for anything !Transit City related just leave comments at pastebin there.Okay guys are there anywhere that could comment publicly or QM just PM me for any city related questionsSo here sort of some final replies>!Transit City wage-slavingActually it was said that both Malaysia and !Transit City had the same average-ish wage but in their own currency, and !Transit City currency is around three times Malaysian Ringgit in value. Earning !Transit City wages gives more purchasing power than the entirety of South East Asia around it plus India plus some of China, which is why a third of the population are actually workers on work passes>conscriptionI've seen skinny guys bulk up, and fat guys slim down after finishing their conscription. One common thing though, their brain got conditioned by the millitary and it makes them dumber, so they have a hard time going for university education
>>6346496>Actually does the bathroom even have a door that closesboth bathroom have doors, each with their own stick man/woman with skirt or pants. the one in the men's bathroom, however, has a hole the size of the face of a sledgehammer right in the middle>high pressure water gun>a whole set of water gun and water pump, and mold removers for mold eaten into caulk>rat repellentsif you are adding more stuff then let's do it like this. the action will be sammie buying stuff, so just post something like:>>ACTION: Buy:>-bum gun>-another bum gun>-yet another bum gunetc, or something like that. let's post the actions like this from now on, as condensed as we can. if fubukanon doesn't add another, then i'll just take hers as>ACTION: Clean the bathroom with Sammiewhich is pretty much implied>>6346509>I am starting to cringe myself out for posting long context that not everyone may want to readno fuck that, i'm for real, spam those pics all over. if they don't like it then let them hate me, it's all my fault, lazy qm can't even do his own research, etc, you name itthat's if you want, of course. i'm happy with what we got so far>Earning !Transit City wages gives more purchasing power than the entirety of South East Asia around it plus India plus some of China, which is why a third of the population are actually workers on work passesgod fucking DAMN. i guess that's what happens when you take all your corrupt politicians to the backyard. nothing gives value more than stability in this world>a third of the population are actually workers on work passescount me the fuck in, i'd slavewage there and then come back to buy like ten houses or something.>One common thing thoughbut if everyone has to go doesn't that mean that everyone ends more stupid?aight we get that vote and i move sammie/fubuka! and if we get ellie's i might just finish the day at once
>>6346211>teleport back to tell the... to sign to the girl-to wait for Weird Eyes mating(?) session to end so her Kyubey can translate to the girls that the car was stolen, probably by the people chasing us.>help with the cleaning while waiting for Inno and WE>sing the most ghetto alien tunes (https://youtu.be/fU-wH8SrFro?si=GRZJmQbjgfGFQtHc) because nobody here can tell if the singing is good or bad.Cue cleaning montage.
>>6346667try turning all that into a single action with the good old>ACTION:thing. maybe one is too limiting or maybe its enough. i wanna find out
>>6346667>>ACTION:>-teleport back>-clean>-sing>-wait for Kyubey to translate that the car is missingSomething like this?
>>6346519Okays>>ACTION: Buy stuff:>-spare clothes to sleep in. 3 sets. Is Ellie here? Let her choose. If not get her something like shirt and pants with colourful cartoon animal prints, preferrably aquatic animals. Fubuka will manage hers on own>-clothes for outside. pick whatever I like, limit to 1 or 2 set>-towels. Bath towels, small towels. 10 sets, just in case>-mold remover.>-rat repellant. Preferably one with a minty smell>-soap shampoo toothpaste, toothbrush for everyone plus spare>-large bucket. the kind you could stand inside>-water dipper>-electric kettle>-electric fan>-showerheads. Maybe two just in case>-ask the shopkeeper what I need and how to seal it properly (Aiming for PTFE tape, possibly also wrench set/adjustable wrenches)>-a folding trolley, because we need to move back everything on our own without displaying guca strength to the public>-loan set of high pressure water gun with pump, maybe for a week>-scribble all of this into a piece of wastepaper as a checklist before going out and buying, confirm with Fubuka let her add whatever she could think ofThis list is so long just to not miss out on anything.
Cringeworthy blogpost but a breif walk around the Queenstownplus a major place of interesthttps://imgur.com/a/2025dec13-much-walking-also-rain-WyMGeu7--->>6346519>StabilityLKY also removed his political rivals at that time. The thing about dictatorship is that shit gets done, but shitty things could also get done!Transit City got lucky>slavewagingyou better be very good on your job with some multinational company supporting your expenses here otherwise the other tier of jobs available to foriengers are paying peanuts with menial, heavy labour tasks>brain conditioningPeople in early 20's will regain brain cells eventually, just need to put in the extra work to tune it back
>>6346680yeah that works for now>>6346748works too. it's a long list, but it makes total sense this time around>-scribble all of this into a piece of wastepaper as a checklist before going out and buying, confirm with Fubuka let her add whatever she could think ofif fubuka adds something before i post again i'll add it>>6346755i see nothing cringe about that. if you wanna post these every once in a while no one will complain-what the fuck the interlace look like a million dollar yenga tower about to fall. that greenery though, i think those broccoli trees are nice-aight i aint fucking with you or overhyping things, i deadass think the pic with the queensway shopping centre is gorgeous. maybe where i live is kinda bleaker but damn, so much green and violet the plants on the bridge>Also try not to send the alien to the hospital around hereinb4 ellie not wanting to go to the hospital because fubuka told her they dissect people there>My first suspected location of coordinator shop entrance. This place is a full blown construction site for even more public housing though.jesus fucking christ I 10000% can see it. at least from that angle it's easy to imagine the empty lot with the subway entrance> This direction leads to Queensway no. 1 i.e. Queensway Shopping Centre and Jalan Bukit Merah i.e. Redhill.oh would you look at that free reference material>I didn't know this place exists. Looks nice, but not hidden enough. Actually recieves quite some foot traffic, lots of joggers and trekkers pass by herewhere i live that's where you'd get mugged by inno>Rail Corridor Underpass across Portsdown Avenue.it would be scary without lights, but if it's safe then it's like perfect for like running or football or sports>This is the rail corridor, used to be some former railway line connecting to Johormy controversial idea of comfy>IF YOU CAN WAIT A HUNDRED YEARS YOU CAN WAIT ANOTHER THOUSANDwhat the fuck the chairs in !transit city give you existential crisis. imo it still looks pretty good even 9 years later>The something in question is a poor toad in the size of about half of a fisti will remember thisi was just about to finish it but there are 51 more pics!! you just lost your right to call me out on gigaposts even if you ever wanted toi skipped straight to queenstown library for cuz its late. and what can i say: of very, very fucking course sammie would want to go there. i want to go there. fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkki'll review the rest tomorrow!>otherwise the other tier of jobs available to foriengers are paying peanuts with menial, heavy labour tasksnevermind then lmao>People in early 20's will regain brain cells eventually, just need to put in the extra work to tune it backi think most people are comfortable with few brain cells. stability srsly is king nowadays, even when the price is joywe already got errything! if fubukanon wants to add, cool. post tomorrow! let's see if this helps lift up the pace
The only thing to add is the obvious, the nightclothes color, the ever favored blue red combo. Aside from that, I use my 1 Wis 1 Int to roleplay properly and totally not just be lazy, to fail to think of anything else. Fubuka does have her cosmetics from the motorhome.
Rolled 82 (1d100)ellie m5 per
Rolled 24 (1d100)this is unetical but i totally forgot to ask for ellie's teleport roll, so just this once im doing it myselfellie teleport, m3 ma
֍ Fubuka: If that brain of yours was worth jack shit you’d have realized that it is /not/ what a boy is gonna look at.֍ Sammie: And let’s pray yours understands that /I don’t care/ because religion being the truth is all that can make it work at this point.While Ellie was riding a cow, the conversation was taking a tour of its own. It went from Fubuka saying that they would have already been done if Sammie didn’t argue, to Sammie saying that arguing isn’t a waste of time, to Fubuka saying that arguing that arguing isn’t a waste of time is a waste of time, to Sammie saying makeup is a waste of time. Wide fans spin somewhere above as if from another world.֍ Fubuka: I don’t need brains for that when I’ve got ey- where’s Ellie?Sisters glance sideways at once, then turn around. Two octopuses: no Ellie.֍ Sammie: …not exactly much we can do about that?֍ Fubuka: Meh. You worry over anything.>>֍E(M3 Magical Affinity λ Roll: 24 = Success)<< (Teleport back to the Coordinator'.)Suddenly, Ellie.֍ Fubuka: See? Over anything.֍ Sammie: I wasn’t worried.֍ Fubuka: You are driving me crazy.Fubuka grabbing her head makes Sammie scoff: it’s obviously a gesture she stole from Inno. And Sammie is not even the culprit, but Fubuka’s own creeping doubts. The blonde is wondering: what if she forgot something and Inno finds out? What if Sammie is right and she has to tell her so? What if she does smell bad? As Ellie pats both octopuses for doing a good job doing nothing, as the echoing words get lost in the tunnels, Fubuka finds a solution.֍ Fubuka: You know what? Whatever. I’m done. Let’s just go shopping so you don’t cry about it to Inno.֍ Sammie: Oh, so you mean that we didn’t need items like rat repellant, towels, mold remover, spare clothes, showerheads-֍ Fubuka: BUT! You have to clean TWICE as much as me. AND you carry the stuff. AND you take the bunk closer to the door, because I am NOT sleeping with the RATS.Sammie sees, crystal clear, a glorious, tempting as sugar opening to intellectually bash Fubuka’s skull- yet lets it go with a sigh. She had already agreed to be Fubuka’s slave, after all… and sad as it is, Fubuka may be right that continuing the argument will leave her with closed doors.֍ Sammie: …Whatever. Ok? Fine? May we just move at once? Great. We move.Sammie doesn’t even wait for Fubuka to give the order, who just ends up following that checkerboard scarf. In a hurry, Ellie picks up an octopus, then drops it and picks up the other, then drops the other and picks up the first one. As the footsteps vanish towards the broken escalator, she stares at both.Then grabs her head too.
Once stepping back on the overworld, already cheering what little golden light the sunset still spares, Sammie didn’t consider going to any other place than the Queensway Shopping Centre again. She didn’t even turn to glance at Fubuka, the creepy subway entrance, or at Ellie, who kept tripping with the tentacles of both plushies as she climbed the escalator. No; Sammie was too focused scribbling on one of her little notepads as her legs did the rest.֍ Sammie: Spare clothes, outside clothes, towels, mold remover, rat repellant (minty), soap, shampoo, toothpaste, toothbrushes, a bucket-֍ Fubuka: -a pair of eyes. Look where you are walking, dumbass.Sammie casually dodges a man carrying a terrarium with a bonsai inside, eyes still on the notepad.֍ Sammie: -water dipper, an electric kettle, a fan, showerheads, a folding trolley, and we need to rent a high pressure water gun for a week.֍ Fubuka: It would have been so funny.֍ Sammie: Yes, I know that you enjoy the suffering of others. What will you add to the list?Fubuka shrugs. Then thinks.֍ Fubuka: I want my pajama to be a dress because those are cute, but with short sleeves because it’s hot. Also a red ribbon for my hair. Or maybe two ribbons? Let’s buy two, I’ll try things out. Oh, and sandals! I found some that look like dream catchers the other day and-֍ Sammie: -clothes. Already on the list. Moving on.Fubuka studies Sammie’s baggy clothes and scarf out of spite and ‘hmps!’ away--unlike Ellie who is looking at something else.>>֍E(M5 Perception メ Roll: 82 = Success)<< (???)
>֍S: Buy stuff!It’s the maze inside Queenway Shopping Centre again, already giving Sammie so many ideas that she’s getting dizzy. Walking past the small arcade and its dazzling, shiny colors, the ideas grow of less productive nature so the girl soldiers on. Fubuka, Ellie, and Ellie’s two octopuses almost can’t keep up.֍ Fubuka: Hey! What’s the hurry?֍ Sammie: That I don’t want to smell like you.Ellie finds, gasping, as she trips for the tenth time on one of the tentacles, that letting go is an important part of life.>Spare clothes.As the nice lady of the clothing store shows Fubuka around, Sammie leads Ellie by the shoulder as she points at the racks.֍ Sammie: These are all cotton or silk, so they are light enough to sleep in. Which one do you wantEllie just stares, not out of stupidity or any attempt at mockery or ill intent. She’s just from Teegarden B, and has too many plushies. Sammie picks the pajama sets one by one.֍ Sammie: This one? Or this one? How about this one? Don’t let Fubuka pick for you or you’ll look like a prostitute.Ellie doesn’t know what a prostitute is. Sammie picks another, then another- then Ellie points at one of them. It’s a blue shirt, black shorts combo with many crabs scattered all over it.
>Clothes for outside.Fubuka insisted on checking someplace else because she didn’t like ‘the vibe’, even though she did buy her sleepwear back there. Sammie didn’t mind that. What she did mind, what she DOES mind, is that it’s already been an hour, the whole place is about to close and lock them inside, and all they bought so far was sleepwear.֍ Sammie: …pleaaaaseee…. p-p-P-PLEAAAAASEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!In a completely non metaphorical, fully literal kind of way, Sammie is begging on her knees for Fubuka to already pick either the red dress that looks like Inno’s or the blue dress . But Fubuka isn’t even hearing. Whatever that is, this is FAR more important.֍ Sammie: -just- WHY?! Why was it so easy for you to pick sleepwear, then?֍ Fubuka: …hmm, the red one IS very mature, but if it doesn’t fit well I’ll only look pretentious. And the blue one…Fubuka mumbles and mumbles as the salesman holding both dresses, a black man with an afro wearing sunglasses, breathes erratically as his arms grow numb. Meanwhile, Ellie keeps playing dressup with her octopus plushies.֍ Fubuka: …then again, am I not picking the red one because it wouldn’t be authentic? Because it's the one Teacher wears when she transforms? But wouldn’t it be authentic for me to pick it because I want it…?֍ Sammie: Ellie, it’s a lost cause. Come!Ellie is spirited away, her hands still reaching towards her sports octopus and her leather hat octopus even after the sliding door closes between them.
>Towels֍ Sammie: H-hello. Ellie, say hello.֍ Ellie: H3ƜO֍ Sammie: I need like- 30 sets of towels-Friendly Store Clerk Gay Man: Sure, honey!FUCK. Is it too late to take it back now? Would it be too awkward?>Mold remover, water dipper, large bucket, two showerheads, folding trolleyThere isn’t a whole supermarket inside Queensway Shopping Centre. Sammie still finds this surprising regardless, but she does find a pseudo hardware store that mostly sells locks and doors. This time, she went for a safe tactic and simply pointed at the products without uttering a single word, sometimes walking up to them when there was no other way. She got called ‘special’ by one of the guys behind the counter, but in a rather affectionate kind of way, so it’s alright.>Rat repellant, soap, shampoo toothpaste, toothbrushes, electric kettle, electric fanAfter getting lost again, Sammie stumbles upon the 7-Eleven, /that/ particular convenience store she did not want to find. As if flashbacks from an old war, memories about holding that ice cream ball barehanded sink into her mind like tendrils with thorns, so she just leaves the trolley at the door and runs inside before the fear takes over.֍ Sammie: H-hello. My name is Sammie. I want to buy objects.The ginger store clerk stares at Sammie in silence after she politely introduces herself, name and all. Sammie wonders if she’ll ever forget.Ginger Lady: Yes, of course. I will give you the objects.The girl with sweat on her forehead sighs in relief both at the broken English and the wrong formalities. Thinking quickly, she hands over the notepad with the list of items to buy. The ginger lady reads it carefully.After a while, Sammie, walking out with two plastic bags, even dares to thank the kind ginger clerk as she walks past Ellie and the tall tower of towels that she’s holding. Sammie even walked out with a small electric fan although she had been considering buying a bigger one just in case.Through the towels, Ellie is looking at something. Those two black eyes behind those round sunglasses are fixed on a single point.
>The showerRealizing that there’s no other open hardware store than the one that pretty much called her an autist isn’t easy on Sammie, but at least it’s easy to choose when there’s no other option. Once inside again she’s greeted warmly, but this time-֍ Sammie: I-I need to seal it properly.Hardware Store Cool Guy: Sure. What do you need to seal properly?֍ Sammie: Thank you.Sammie says nothing else. She just stares at the man dead in the eye, as if she just said a secret password in code. Outside, Ellie finally succumbs under all the towels, getting buried alive.Hardware Store Cool Other Guy: Sweetheart, what do you need to seal properly? The door of a car, a hole in the wall-֍ Sammie: N-no! It’s not the door of a car. Or a hole in a wall. You got it all wrong.Hardware Store Cool Guy: Oh, I’m so sorry. Let’s start over because I didn’t hear you well. What do you need?It takes a while, but the guys manage to draw from Sammie the fact that she needs to seal both the hoses of the showerheads and the holes on the walls despite her just stating the opposite. They allow the very nervous girl to exchange the two fixed showerheads she just bought for two handheld showerheads that come with their own hose each. She walks out of there with those, PTFE tape for in case there are leaks in the sink, and a set of wrenches to adjust them and other things in the future. When Sammie walks out, she walks back in. Instantly.֍ Sammie: Do you, um, loan sets of high pressure water guns with pump? I need one for like a week.The two guys look at each other.Hardware Store Cool Guy: No but wait right here.Sammie walks out again with yet another bag and an overloaded trolley now including a high pressure water gun and a rusty pump, both that she has to return a week from today.
It’s dark outside. Under the ridiculous yet enormous poster of the black man screaming, Ellie is using the two secondary arms coming from under her head to hold the tower of towels above it; both her hands are struggling with bags. Sammie’s are overloaded too, yet she manages to push the trolley forward with the rest of her body.֍ Ellie: ƝЏƺƔƝɎσɸ֍ Sammie: No, Ellie. Nothing of value was lost.Sammie is talking about Fubuka, but Ellie is talking about her plushies. Neither will ever know. And they won’t need to.֍ Fubuka: Damn, girl, what took you two so long? You did hit that arcade, didn’t you?It’s Fubuka wearing an armless white dress with a short skirt over striped patterned stockings, one black and red and the other black and blue. A single black ribbon is wrapped around her left arm. At her feet are fake cephalopods.֍ Ellie: ƝɎσɸ!Ellie rushes towards Fubuka dropping towels everywhere, who giddily opens her arms only to find them empty seconds later. Again, Ellie is hidden under fabric tentacles. Fubuka’s cheeks grow. She kneels and finds Ellie’s cheek under those tentacles, then pinches.֍ Fubuka: At least say ‘Thank you’ in teegardenian.Someone is cursing in teegardenian. Then, that very someone goes very still, eyes focused in a single direction. Ellie doesn’t yet drop the plushies; but she does manage to hold one of the tentacles steadily enough to point at a specific direction.֍ Fubuka: Huh?֍ Sammie: Ellie?It’s where the girl that’s been stalking them is hiding, who’s been following them ever since they left the creepy holewho, by the looks of it, hasn’t noticed that she’s been noticed.>???
great update, sensible chuckles were induced>The two guys look at each other.>Hardware Store Cool Guy: No but wait right here.lmao, lads taking mercy on a poor autist, these guys are solid, we're probably gonna shop with them again, they certainly earned it>???Two Inno's ring out in Fubuka's head. One Inno says "Don't bring normal people here", "too risky" she adds.The other, with a stern voice, reminds her, "This is a haven for magical girls, is that how you want to greet the customers?"Eyes zoning out, Fubuka consider the situation. She can't chase away customers, that would make Inno mad, or worse, disappointing. Maybe she could just... A third Inno voice, "No using your powers!"Fuck.She needs to find out if this girl is a customer, or a normal person, using only words. >Action:>-talk to Sammie and Ellie, tell them of your view of the situation, you can't just make this girl fuck off without confirming what she isAnd, if Sammie doesn't figure out a better plan (as if!)>Action:>-Go to the girl, talk to the girl, struggle to reign in your bitchiness in case she's a potential customer. Try (and fail) to be subtle about asking probing questions.
>>6347161>???Sorry I’m a dumbass didn’t know this is a promptSince when we have established that Sammie turns extra introvert near autistic territory when facing strangers, the first charisma fail? I gonna continue this shit of her not knowing how to deal with supposedly friendly people lolAnywaysSammie does not know that she has been following us since getting out of the abandoned plot of land right? She only knows that the girl has been following us for a certain time if Ellie had to point her out.Her first thoughts would be like gucas are rare so this random girl is very likely to be a normie so I need to find a way to subtly shoo her somewhere else……But wait Weird Eyes did say she is introducing her clients to us! Has word been spreading so fast what if she is one of the gucas introduced here oh no what should I do how do you even talk to somebody that could be a friendly person oh no oh no>>Action:>-looks away from the stalker>-panic internally because usual logic routine gets stuck in a dead loop>-wait, screw my own logic and behaviour, what would MY CHARACTERS do???>-remisence (or actually somehow get inspired on the spot) how her characters learn to deal with strangers with unknown alignment!>Taravia, who presumably has the most human like response:Know thyself and know thy enemy. Observe and gather information. Since the opponent is reactive to our actions now, stir the grass to startle the snake.>stir the grass to startle the snake>>Action:>-put aside 20 sets of the towels on the trolley>-pick up some of the remaining ones>-remember to keep an eye on the stalker at all times, then>-hurl towels over Fubuka like a fucking baseball—originally I am about to write an excerpt of Klarver’s crow dragon honour code and a piece of memory from Barras’ childhood stuck with clerics drinking moonshine in an underground tavern but this looks more age and situation appropriate. Sammie could read all the military stratagem books for research but apply it in all the fucking wrong ways
>>6347305>lmao, lads taking mercy on a poor autistmaybe it wasn't exactly that kind of hardware storebut good will makes things happen>A third Inno voice, "No using your powers!"a fourth Inno says: let me go motherfucker!>Go to the girl, talk to the girl, struggle to reign in your bitchinessby the looks of what sammie is planning i guess this is still kinda happening? lawl>>6347440>Sorry I’m a dumbass didn’t know this is a promptyou aren't. i assumed you'd know because i drilled the >??? into the ba anons over a year. even miharu was confused the first time>Since when we have established that Sammie turns extra introvert near autistic territory when facing strangerssince you left that char stat near empty lel>She only knows that the girl has been following us for a certain time if Ellie had to point her out.yup! it is kind of a meta thing, so we are gonna have to play pretend a bit around here>remisencei hope that you are aware that you are pretty much asking for a bastarderization of your characters lmao. ill try to do them justice pinky promise>hurl towels over Fubuka like a fucking baseballso basically justfuckingcover Fubuka with towels over and over, right?>originally I am about to write an excerptgo for it if you wanna and then condense the point in the one sentence that sammie will think of. flavor is flavorback to travel pics while we wait for ellie!>1st cat and 2nd cat9 years is a lot. i hope they had a nice life eating good fish>Because out of all coincidences I used to live around these blocks. Of all places you have to pick Queenstownits still so hard to believethat plaza looks clean. what having like 5000 rules gets you>This stretch of Rail corridorit would fit the Coordinator's Shop if it weren't cause the path is surrounded by trees and the path is dirt. the forbidden subway station entrance is a hidden in plain sight kinda thing>the Alexandra-Queensway park connectorthose pathways under train rails are common around there, right? they look so clean and taken care of though. here those would be used to sell drug and shit>Intersection between Queensway and Commonwealth Avenue.is it me or the angle or is that kinda huge actuallyalso how big is that park over there? and how common are they? there's a ton of greenery all over the place, it's like they really take the quality of air seriously>super neighbourhood schoolis that as huge as it looks? alsoinno: Not to be racist butjkjk. so the majority of ethnical majority is chinese. i figured there would be a ton of malays, but im surpise about the chinese>Fish fed with french fries live there, and their population gets decimated once in a while by an otter familiy moving around the water canals in the city area.mcDonals having a fucking pond for some reason>the Margaret Drive leading to Queenstown librarypics like this, simple as they are, make me wanna travel so much. maybe i just like wet surfaces too much
>>6347161Friend? Spy? Neither? BOTH???>>Action:>Let S&F do the talking>Look around to see if there is anyone else with the girl>If there are, capture and bring them to the group!>If not... get bored and reach for the girl's hands to see if she has a soul gem ring.Hey QM, where are our gemstones when we transform? Or is this info saved for when we do that when the shop gets attacked? Prediction!
>>6347491Ok lemme collect all the actions and thoughts going on a nearly autistic young girlif QM allows>we could fight if opponents are bad people, but what are we supposed to do if they come in peace??? What if taking the initiative would scare the stalker away? But what if the person has other motives and brings whatever information to harm us? What if she is just not sure so has been stalking us? What if……>>Action:>-looks away from the stalker>-panic internally because usual logic routine gets stuck in a dead loop>-wait, screw my own logic and behaviour, what would MY CHARACTERS do???>-reminiscence (or actually somehow get inspired on the spot) how her characters learn to deal with strangers with unknown alignment!>Klarver, who usually has the "model answer" of being socially acceptable:Openly state your intention, for the rightful is honest and states only the truth. To deceive is to lay cracks upon the bonds of trust among each other, which the further it is from the truth, the faster the bond collapses into nothingness.>no no no are we going to openly state that we are magical girls??? when we don’t know the intention of others??? It would be good that they are coming for the shop but what if they are to come and eat us??? Or just a normie happened to know magical girls and trying to expose us???>Barras, which his messed up upbringing amongst the cleric gave him the street smarts:Take away her escape route, but be outwardly friendly to mask your intentions. Bribe with food to naturally open her up, but to also hold her within control. Hold her the longer the better, as people tend to slip up when they stack lie upon lie.>Isn’t that basically intimidation??? Detention??? Interrogation???>Taravia, who presumably has the most human like response:Know thyself and know thy enemy. Observe and gather information. Since the opponent is reactive to our actions now, stir the grass to startle the snake.>>stir the grass to startle the snake<<>>Action:>-put aside 20 sets of the towels on the trolley>-pick up the remaining ones>-remember to keep an eye on the stalker at all times, then>-hurl towels over and over over Fubuka like a fucking baseball>-for being fair also throw the last 3 towels over Ellie>-tackle Fubuka and hold both her arms half whisper to her that we should make a ruckus and see how the stalker girl reacts, if we could discover anything>-actually start to feel bad for choosing friendly fire option, loosen grip and apologise>-sulk and keep quiet, pack the stuff up, let Fubuka handle the stalker, but still steal glances on how things goesDo I actually get to decide how would my guca feel
>>6346769>>6347491>broccoli treesActually these are everywhere but I chuckled at the description>violet plantsthey are bougainvilleas, somehow almost all overhead bridges in the city are planted with these South American plants, maybe you would recognise it?>free reference materialI sort of regretted not telling that in between the suspected shop entrance and Queensway shopping centre is a police station and the largest fire station in the area.Also, further to the end of Queensway there is a section that google maps don't have a road view of, that place is actually a near restricted areaLike damm we are really hiding in plain sight>Alexandra-Queensway park connectorTechnically is under a major road i.e. Queensway. For train rails it is usually above major roads, but all the newer lines (built after 1980s) have already gone underground. Also I am surprised that I don't see any visible security cameras here sooooooo might really get mugged (or not?)>i will remember thisAren't you going to scare the girls with a toad slapping on their face when sleeping>a clean plazaIt used to be a playground. It is not well maintained (by city standards). But if your clean means nobody went there to party and litter the place and spray graffiti then yeahIf you are looking for places that street kids and teens gather while littering, smoke (vape usually) and fights, look for them in the void decks but away from the lifts, preferrably in older estates because the space just happens to be larger, with more sitting spaces. Not a daily occurance though, I have no idea which other spaces they go>5000 rulesjust don't be an asshole and you would be fine. people still jaywalk when the roads are clear, people take a sip of water on the train and no one cares. Don't be like that Chinaman who posted a tiktok pointing at the "no eating and drinking" sign then took a big gulp of water from a bottle. the train company filed a police report for that>huge intersectionthese two are actually major roads around here so lemme count, 3 lanes for each direction on each road, plus underpass if going straight, yep quite huge>park?two football fields and a track around it. I think it would be easier for you to visualise searching google maps, it's just beside Commonwealth Station. The corner that has been in construction for as long as I know just happened to be finished when I took this photo.>common?you just happened to pick an area developed since 1970s, where it is also sandwiched by the communities common peasants live, and the areas that the fucking loaded rich live in their condominiums or landed estates. Otherwise most places (where the common people live) are high rise estates plus market, food places and malls plus parks. A bit more dense than this>fuckton of greeneryI have to mention LKY again. Dude wanted a garden city, city becomes garden city. Again, !Transit city got lucky.cont.
>>6347305no rollin>>6347588>Look around to see if there is anyone else with the girlgiven the hour and the size of the place, m3 per to be sure>Hey QM, where are our gemstones when we transform?fubuka's where the black ribbon is now, sammie's on her forehead, and ellie's on the her chest>dat predictionbut why would anyone attack your friendly neighbour coordinators? all they have is a bunch of grief seeds>>6347626>Do I actually get to decide how would my guca feelof course you do, cause its how you feel. even if it contradicts something i had stated earlier, it's still valid if you feel that way. however, two things:a) you have to justify it. if you have to make a little backstory to go with it, feel freeb) if it contradicts something too heavy (like say suddenly saying 'fubuka feels thrilled at the idea of eating a cockroach!') you totally are gonna have to rollhowever, what you shouldn't do is assume things are going to happensay>-actually start to feel bad for choosing friendly fire option, loosen grip and apologise>-sulk and keep quiet, pack the stuff up, let Fubuka handle the stalker, but still steal glances on how things goesare assuming that first>-tackle Fubuka and hold both her arms half whisper to herwon't end with sammie, a pa1 little girl, incapacitated in some way by con5 fubuka. it's a sequence of actions that assume the previous has already happened. this is why i wrote this note on narrative:-"Try not to build on top of the assumption that things are going to happen like you think they will: face everything as if poking strange, alien machinery. Red-eyed."having little 'ifs' like ellie now makes sense. having>-hurl towels over and over over Fubuka like a fucking baseballis also totally ok cuz tackling fubuka or not doesn't depend on whether she succeeds at oraorain'g towels at her, it can happen regardlessif you wanna, i can just take it as>-looks away from the stalker>-panic internally because usual logic routine gets stuck in a dead loop>-reminiscence>-hurl towels over and over over Fubuka like a fucking baseball>-for being fair also throw the last 3 towels over Ellie>-tackle Fubuka and hold both her arms half whisper to her that we should make a ruckus and see how the stalker girl reacts, if we could discover anythingin which case:-sammie would have to roll dex and pa to throw towels-sammie would have to roll pa, and dex to tackle fubuka down. if you come up with some tackling technique you can roll int to see if sammie comes up with it, and if the dex roll is good enough for its complexity you get a pa bonus -fubuka would have to roll perception and dex to dodge towels-then con, per and pa if she decides to hold her ground or con, per and dex if she tries to dodgeunless she just wants to let it happen cause its sammie
>schoolgoogle maps says it is about 220 square metres>race mixthree quarters are chinks, the southern coastal variety. 15% are malay SEAniggers. over 7% are jeets, most are southern variety. then you got the others that include the wider SEAniggers and Ang Mohs (i.e. whites) and whatever it is all lumped as "others" in the official statistics.>macs with a fucking pondChecked the internet, told me that it used to be a group of shops with a japanese themed garden until a fire burn down all of them. Now macs is enjoying the f&b monopoly with the pond and view and a outdoor carpark all for its own.man I wish I could see the otters again>travelbe my guestno car tho, they are expensive as fuck
>>6347655>tackle downokay it's not really like knock her downbut more of like holding both her arms before she could react that sortI don't think Sammie would want to soil her new clothes and make her bitching more than evertotally looks funny because I actually imagine Fubuka is a head taller than Sammie and the shorter girl would need a bit of effort to pin those arms
>>6347664gotcha, just hold her to whisper then. now its just a matter of wheter fubuka lets sammie hold her or just forces her way past her and to the girl. that unless sammie wants to stop her
>>6347655Ellie gooooowhat the hell is this captcha???
Rolled 79 (1d100)>>6347671Missed the diceroll.I do not like this captcha.
>>6347676you getting the one that tells you 'pick the one thats different' too rite? they arent even being subtle about us training ais anymore
ok we need to see if:-fubukanon wants to roll per and dex to dodge towels-fubukanon wants to walk up to the girl regardless of sammie holding her-sammie wants to stop herwe get this, we roll, we post, also fuck captcha
>>6347713>>6347713>stop her?Initially but I still think Sammie will start to not like what she has done when she gradually cools her headSo maybe just attempt to stop Fubuka at the first minutewhat the fuck is this new captcha
Rolled 80, 71, 36, 39, 65 = 291 (5d100)>>6347669Fubuka is not expecting to get tackled. If she gets dirty floor towels hurled at her *new dress* she will be very very annoyed, the moment she notices Sammie throwing them, she will try to dodge them. And if she sees Sammie trying to charge her, she will brace, and hold Sammie at a distance with her superior longer arms. She will not certainly not be pleased about this development, and will almost certainly call Sammie a spaz. If she actually gets hit with the floor towels (or gets her outfit dirtied in some other way, like through some failed roll), she will be quite very mad at Sammie.Dice are for>-fubuka would have to roll perception and dex to dodge towels>-then con, per and pa if she decides to hold her groundas per >>6347655
She will not be forcing her way past to talk to the girl, mostly by being extremely distracted by Sammie
Rolled 73, 51, 16, 2 = 142 (4d100)>throwing with dex and pa>arm holding with pa and dexeh I thought that towels are all packed in plastic bags individually
aight aammie roll awaywont change much but flavor is flavor, ill post right away cause smol update coming
shit i forgot two sammie per rolls, one for aiming the towel and the other for don't worry about the other per roll cause dex is already a critical failure lawn
Rolled 25, 100 = 125 (2d100)>>6347788rolling girl (literal)
>>6347763>2>a critical failure lawn>100 immediatly afterSAMMIE! Get off the computer and let the QM cook, your plot is too convenient anyway.
>>6347791May I ask God, Allah, Buddha, Jade Emperor and Bigguca and our dear QM, what in the heavens are you cooking up for Sammiewhat fate has been awaiting her
if this is the tackle roll, I think Fubuka might actually try to kill Sammie after this
>>6347798to be very honest i'm actually trying to internalize sammie's characters and do them justiceand it ain't easy!so! because the update may come up too short and yet too late anyway, i'll throw away some of the surprise element for efficiency so we can move forward without having to wait two more days: i'll tell you guys straight up what happens now and have you take actions for what happens later, so i can write everything together in a rowok so what happens is this:-ellie detects that there's no other stalker. the girl is alone. she can be sure of this-sammie barely saves herself from fucking up too badly cause 2 but then a fucking 100 out of nowhere?-both sammie and ellie notice that what the girl is doing is scribble in a notepad-the girl notices that she's being stared at, cause she's been looking at you guys all the time-and starts leaving!its kinda cheap, but if this lets us move a bit faster i'll take it. we'll roll for next actions and then ill write it all at once
>>6347807>>Action:>-feel terrible about the aftermath caused>-blame the world for making her a mean person>-never forget the original motive: the stalker girl>-chase the leaving girl in a flurry of tears, snot and apologies
The octopus is correct: someone has been stalking them all along. And the other octopus, who was looking around instead, comes through with its own piece of information: that their stalker is all alone.>>֍E(M3 Perception メ Roll: 79 = Success)<< (Detect any other stalkers.)>֍F: Talk to Sammie and Ellie, tell them of your view of the situation.֍ Fubuka: Is this girl like, pointing at something? With the ugly thing?Sammie is too busy panicking to take this golden opportunity to burn Fubuka by stating the obvious. At her feet lay some two bags and a trolley, both fully crammed with ‘not sleeping covered in sweat or rats’, along some scattered towels: where Ellie is pointing at lies the unknown. Another girl, following them. There could hardly be any other reason.֍ Sammie: …a Magical Girl.>֍S: Look away from the stalker.Only Ellie heard Sammie’s whisper, to her in an alien language. A Magical Girl, or an alien hunter sent by the government, like out of a shonen or even a cheap shojo manga. But Sammie, sadly, knows that reality could be much more dangerous, and a lot less scripted. Instantly out of her depth without even trying, Sammie falls back to her safe place in search of input: her head.֍ Fubuka: Hey. Anime girl. Would you fucking mind?Fubuka is knocking on Sammie’s head as if it was a door- but nobody is home. Or whoever’s home is too busy doing experiments inside their secret alchemy lab.
>֍S: Reminiscence how her characters dealt with strangers.???: Openly state your intention, for the rightful is honest and states only the truth. Not a man, not a crow, not a dragon, and not the perfect crow-dragon either. Klarver exiled himself from his clan to escape from a deadly grudge, constantly occupying himself with being the ideal envoy to mask how much he misses being among its kin.Klarver: To deceive is to lay cracks upon the bonds of trust among each other.Sammie stands from her place beside the oniric bonfire raging blue, ignoring the other shadow of the other two characters of her stories.֍ Sammie: No no no- are we going to openly state that we are Magical Girls? When we don’t know what she wants? As if we didn’t need Grief Seeds ourselves! What if she tries to eat us????: Take away her escape route, but be outwardly friendly to mask your intentionsBarras is a humanoid dragon wearing the attire of a priest, who lived in a bubble for long enough to believe dragon people are fundamentally good, while doing questionable stuff himself.Barras: Bribe with food to naturally open her up, but to also hold her within control until the lies stack up enough to slip.֍ Sammie: So basically I should initimidate her? Detain her? Interrogate her?Even inside her own dreamscape Sammie does that stupid thing they all inherited from Inno and grabs her own head. Intimidate anyone? Her, out of all people? How? And an unknown Magical Girl stalker out of anyone? The final shadow rises over the blue fire.???: Know thyself and know thy enemy. Observe and gather information.Sammie doesn’t turn to address her: there’s no need to even picture Taravia inside her head. The centaur shaman, who can turn back time, is where it all started. Her love of writing, the attacks of her parents, and her worrisome life as a Magical Girl born of hatred… It all began when she realized that fiction does have a practical use.Taravia: Since the opponent is reactive to our actions now, stir the grass to startle the snake.Which she’s proving even now. Even at this moment, so further down the road, Sammie still feels that she is right. Even as the fire flickers and fades, Sammie believes in the power of fables.
But Fubuka is already walking up to their stalker, because that girl doesn’t have a Taravia inside her head.>֍F: Go to the girl, talk to the girl, struggle to reign in your bitchiness in case she's a potential customer.Or a Klarver, or a Barras, or a fuck to give by the looks of it. It’s brief, but Sammie manages to imagine how she’d feel if she was a defenseless little Magical Girl and Fubuka’s red eyes were approaching from the darknessand it takes neither advice nor deliberation for her to pick up the nearest towel scattered about by Ellie.>֍S: Hurl towels over and over over Fubuka like a fucking baseball->֍S: -while keeping an eye on the stalker.>>֍S(M4 Perception メ Roll: 25 = M3 Success)<< (Determine Fubuka’s position.)>>֍S(M3 Dexterity 彡 Roll: 73 = M4 Success)<< (Accuracy of throwing towels.)>>֍S(M1 Physical Affinity £ Roll: 51 = M1 Success)<< (Speed of throwing towels.)The red towel with Magical Girl Drillface striking the single pose Inno ever saw her doing flies straight to the back of Fubuka’s golden flowing hair->>֍F(M2 Perception メ Roll: 80 = M4 Success)<< (React to incoming towels.)-who hears the air being sliced, turns around just barely enough to see anime flying at her from the corner of her eye-֍ Fubula: -wha->>֍F(M3 Dexterity 彡 Roll: 71 = M4 Success)<< (Dodge incoming towels.)-and manages to bend her head sideways at the last second, dragging her golden hair along.>>(֍S: (3+4+1)/3 vs ֍F: (4+4)/2 = Fubuka barely dodges the towels.)<< (Sammie throws towels at Fubuka.)֍ Fubuka: -fuck are you doin?But she has to dodge again, and again, and again: the barrage of cheap, needless towels just keeps on coming, as if dead set on ensuring Fubuka remains dry forever. Ellie stares in awe and says something in Teegardenian that is buried forever under a towel, again, and again: she’s safe from the FBI under all that. And before Fubuka manages to manifest a bitching she finds that the next anime girl flying at her isn’t embroidered in a towel but in the real world.
>֍S: Tackle Fubuka to hold both her arms.Arms stretched forward, moving quite much faster than she’s used to as she runs towards Fubuka>>֍S(M3 Dexterity 彡 Roll: 2 = Critical Failure)<< (Tackle Fubuka.)Sammie trips. Not on a pebble, or a towel, or a stray black cat in the dark. No; she just trips. The floor at the entrance of the Queensway Shopping Centre was even, dry, and very clean thanks to the unrecognized efforts of the cleaning staff whose talents should be valued by many more people-֍ Fubuka: !>>֍F(M2 Perception メ Roll: 39 = M1 Success)<< (Detect incoming Sammie.)-but she trips anyway. And because she trips, Sammie goes under Fubuka’s hand, fully stretched towards her to keep her rampaging sister at arms length.>>֍F(M2 Physical Affinity £ Roll: 65 = M2 Success)<< (Hold Sammie at arm’s distance.)֍ Sammie: …!And because Fubuka’s hand doesn’t stop Sammie, she keeps going down and tries to hang onto something->>֍S(M4 Perception メ Roll: 100 = M6 Critical Success)<< (Determine Fubuka’s position.)-which, thanks to Sammie’s sharp eyes and her newly awakened survival instinct, buried under the commodities of modern society, isn’t the straps on Fubuka’s bra->>֍S(M1 Physical Affinity £ Roll: 16 = Failure)<< (Hold Fubuka at bay.)-whose new white dress is cleanly ripped apart, leaving her standing in her underwear in the middle of the street. Which, Ellie notices as she finally emerges from the depths of the towels, is pink and frilly.֍ Fubuka: …֍ Sammie: …
Sammie, staring at the shreds of the white dress Fubuka took a whole hour to pick, doesn’t look up. And she smiles, for she has found true peace. There is nothing she can do. All is lost. She is free to enjoy the caress of the wind without having to worry about the tiresome future anymore.Until she’s awakened by the shrillest scream, gets kicked in the face, and all her worries are back home with new friends.֍ Fubuka: T-THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!As Fubuka’s cheeks grows as her eyes, as her body trembles in both fear and rage, both Sammie and Ellie and the octopuses notice it: the stalker, still blurry and darkened, scribbling furiously on a notepad like Sammie herself is wont to do at times. Sammie’s cheeks are red too, but for a very different reason.֍ Fubuka: YOU ARE SO, SO, SO, SO, SO FUCKING DEAD-However, Fubuka can’t murder Sammie and cover herself at the same time: all she can do is bitch and say bad words with her eyes closed to keep reality away. Meanwhile, as if trying to rip it apart, the girl watching this scene unfold from the dark is slashing page after page with her pen, peeking every now and then from over the almost burning notepaduntil she locks eyes with Sammiethen with Ellieand makes a run for it!>???
i had to deliverate quite a bit on this one. on the one hand, i've always been against the sexualization of magical girls because they represent the kindness of humans that shine even in the face of deep dark sufferingon the other hand, i found that the ramifications of this could be too funnyso enjoy some moral ambiguity on my behalf. this was the only natural consequence i could think of for this crit fail after some thinkin hours
Rolled 53 (1d100)High difficulty composure roll required for Fubuka here. DC up to QM, rolled stat is Mind (I think?). I'm not fully sure what would be the right stat for the either option, QM, please advise.If she succeeds, she rushes home, picking up a few towels to cover herself at least a bit along the way. She feels mad, extremely, seething beyond measure, but her rational embarrassment at the situation wins out, and getting home is the best way for the least people to see her. (This option is under the assumption that all of this lasted to closing time, so the clothing stores we've been to are already closed)If she fails, she will try to beat the shit out of Sammie on the spot. Sheer rage overtaking her.
Wait a second, if Fubuka was buying a new dress, she wouldn't just throw the old one away. She probably still has it on her person (though it's not mentioned she's carrying it).If she is carrying her old clothes, instead of running away home, she would dress herself as quickly as possible, and *then* beat the shit out of Sammie (unless somehow, in some way, convinced of any other option, during the time she's dressing herself)On a side note, who kept the credit card? We only got one, so how did we buy things when split up? (Did Fubuka steal the dress and run from the dressing room? was she trying to imitate Inno?)
I am so, so, so, so, so fucking dead>>Actions:>-feel utterly terrible about the aftermath caused solely by myself AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA>-hastly throw the biggest towels over Fubuka while crying with apologies, then>-chase the stalker girl in a flurry of tears, snot and apologies, try to tackle her down if I manage to catch up>-why the world has to do this to meeeeeeeethis is both hilarious and horribleSorry Fubuka for forcing you being a subject of public indecencySorry Sammie for poking your autistic jerk reflexesmust be the bendy bus I took this morning performed the 100 magic upon me
>>6348012fubuka's mind stat is so strong that don't even bother. also even though this may seem super embarrasing it's still nothing compared to true despairthat being said, good job keeping track of that> if Fubuka was buying a new dress, she wouldn't just throw the old one away.correct! she has her old one. it's in her own little bag which also has her new sleepwear>On a side note, who kept the credit card?sammie took it along fubuka's documents while the girl was focused on More Important Things. no, she didn't steal it. although fubuka likes Inno a whole bunch, she has a (basic) moral compass of her own and her own definition of what it means to be an adult, crafted while she was tried to get her own mom to like herso, how did she pay for the dress then? without the credit card cause sammie took it?well; she didn't. they've let her come pay it later cause after the man with the afro and sunglasses had already spent way too much effort on the sale. it was a sunk cost fallacy thing based on trust and resignation. fubuka's char is high enough to at least pull that off>>6348041roll dex to chase stalker! m3 and you catch upalso pa2 to tackle her downalso per2 to not lose sight of her. sammie already knows where the girl is so its ok>>6348040sammie's gonna run after the stalker, wut fubuka gonna do?
>>6348045>sammie's gonna run after the stalker, wut fubuka gonna do?After she gets dressed, chase after Sammie (with harmful intent) If she gets informed, somehow, that the stalker recorded this or drew her or something, she will target that notepad with all her non-magic might
Rolled 34, 39 = 73 (2d100)>>6348046>stalker chase, tacklehow am I supposed to believe my own rolls now>>6348051Although this is mean if I ever caught the stalker I will sob and hold her up towards Fubuka like how a porcupine threatens a leopard with their quilled backsideAnd I am going to keep that notepad if I ever discover it, thanks for more paper for my stories and stuff
>>6348053sammie isn't catchin up, but don't forget the per2 roll to not lose trackalso m1con and m1pa in case fubuka is fast enough>>6348051m2 dex to put on dress +m3 dex to catch up with sammie. both rolls will be compared to sammie'sm2 pa in case she catches up. whats fubuka gonn do? poor sammie man
Rolled 25, 70, 86 = 181 (3d100)>>6348054>per2 rollAAAAAAAAAAAA>con, paNOOOOOOO>perception 100>newly awakened survival instinctsolet me be shameful enough to ask thisbesides showing everyone Fubuka's underwear colour, what do I get out of this lol
>>6348056>these rollsI guess her newly awakened survival instincts really went on making her survive somewhatI'm counting on you Ellie even we are barred by ɷɸɷɸƱ
>>6348056>what do I get out of this lolnot leaving fubuka butt naked and protecting both the moral values of the quest and the image of your qm, for which i'm grateful. i already got shit for saying rita would be even prettier than lucinda if she ever washed long enough, so this way i get a little leeway to pull this ecchi bullshit off and pretend its not on me. the dex roll was so poor that i couldn't justify sammie moving fast enough to completely deny the effects of the crit failure, even if she did react perfectly fast. but, a 2 was juust hight enough for sammie to at least move her finger a bit to the left. if you remember omniscience, one of erika's questions was: 'is absolute knowledge absolute power?' and i guess we may have found our answerbut i get what you mean. it is kinda questionable on my part
>>6347970>>Action:>Teleport in front of the girl and trip her>Take her pen and notebook>Imitate Inno and pretend to mug the girl by holding the pen to her throat until Sammie and Fubuka arrive>Fan Fubuka because her face is glowing infrared like a Christmas tree"Lol" said the unintelligible alien, "lmao, Inno is going to laugh with tears when she hears this."
Rolled 9, 73, 30 = 112 (3d100)>>6348083Rolling a bundle of dice now instead of making QM wait.Captcha hate
>>6348083m3 per for accuracym3 dex specifically for tripping herm3 pa for tripping force. success and she tripsm3 dex to take her penm3 dex to take her notebookm3 char for convincing inno imitationand no rolls for the teleport cause fucking ma5how do you intend to trip her? sidekick to the legs?
also you can roll int and get a +10 to pa if ellie can come up with a martial techinique or something. it still depends on dex for proper execution
Rolled 22, 33, 78, 4, 21, 97, 16 = 271 (7d100)>>6348085>Six rolls plus Int rollAlright>how do you intend to trip her?The mental image I have of this scene is the girl running down the street, Ellie sees where she's going so she teleports in front and to the side so when the girl almost passes Ellie, she puts her foot in front of hers or steps on her shoe or something so the girl is thrown forward by her the momentum. I assume the question here is intending to mean how painful Ellie would make the girl fall? In that case I don't think she'd give much thought about if the girl falls badly or not but she wouldn't try to throw a brazillian kick in her face to knock her down either.
>>6348090>Mediocre rolls for execution>But great for the tripping force and inno imitationlmao, is Ellie imitating Imitating the Favela Mode? Is she the bully in Teegardener high schools movies?
Rolled 67, 9, 23 = 99 (3d100)>>6348054>m2 dex to put on dress +>m3 dex to catch up with sammie. both rolls will be compared to sammie's>m2 pa in case she catches up. whats fubuka gonn do? poor sammie manfrom what I gather, Fubuka doesn't actually know how to fight, so probably some amateur shit, swinging her fists from top down, probably not even hitting with the firsts half the time, her first being improperly held, maybe some shin kicks for good measureshe doesn't know what she's doing, she's just really extremely flaming ass mad and needs to vent that
lol, lmao evenwell, guess Fubuka will not chase shit, and will have to wait back home
>>6348164well, not catch shit, at leas
>rolls all being hardworking to do anything except for getting to the targetthis entire scene is a clown show.
>>6348070i am 99.999999% certain jime was just messing with you on the rita thingthis one, however, i can't defend :Pjust kidding
Blushing is over-used in anime. It’s often depicted too constantly or in situations that don’t merit it. Always in a way that is way too evident֍ Fubuka: …SO, SO, SO…just like Fubuka’s face right now. As Ellie fans it with a towel like a slave from Ancient Egypt would with a palm leaves, her sister would hate to know just how /anime/ she looks like right now.֍ Fubuka: -wha-?>֍E: Fan Fubuka because her face is glowing infrared.Maybe the teegardenians did put the pyramids in place. If Ellie had been there, she would have drawn Fubuka amidst the cats and eyes. She would have had to be quick, though, because not even seconds were spared before her unstable sister was buried under a barrage of big blankets like a failed volcano school project.>֍S: Throw the biggest towels over Fubuka to cover her.֍ Sammie: I’M SORRY! I’M SO SORRY!Sammie, as she crosses Queensway Street, leaves a trail of tears behind as she sprints towards the stalker like a teenager who was just rejected by her crush. She chases the stalker towards the gallery surrounding Anchorpoint Shopping Centre, a passage with rows of shops and stores between the shopping centre and a large bus stop.>֍S: Chase after the stalker.Fubuka finally erupts, her red eyes darting around like the sight of a sniper until she finds her bags and sinks her claws inside them. She takes out both of the other new dresses at once, the red that looks like Inno’s and the blue one that’s trending- >֍F: Get dressed as quickly as possible.-but after finding herself hesitating she takes out her old jeans and white toptank and goes about putting them on. Even if she has to take her shoes off and then put them on again, in her mind it saves time.>>֍F(M2 Dexterity 彡 Roll: 67 = Success)<< (Put dress on quickly.)And the very millisecond she finishes tying her shoelaces, Fubuka finds herself in the same crouched starting pose of track runners waiting for the gun to shoot>֍F: Chase after Sammie.but she waits for no gun because she’s off to make Sammie eat through a straw.>>֍F(M3 Dexterity 彡 Roll: 9 = Failure)<< (Catch up with Sammie.)However, maybe she should have made the knots a bit tighter, which she realizes as she spins around like Sonic the Hedgehog.֍ Fubuka: FFFFFFUCK!!When she stops and stands at once like a startled drunkard, Fubuka finds herself aloneexcept for that group of teenagers giggling from across the street.
֍ Sammie: I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY! I’M SO SORRY!It didn’t stop. Likely, it won’t stop at least for today, but that doesn’t matter now. >>֍S(M2 Perception メ Roll: 25 = Success)<< (Keep track of the stalker.)Because if Sammie at least doesn’t catch the stalker, who glances back and then kicks the ground harder, there will be /nothing/ to justify whatever just happened.֍ Sammie: WHY! WHY ME! WHY!Like a battle cry, her words fuel her legs->>֍S(M3 Dexterity 彡 Roll: 34 = Failure)<< (Catch up to the stalker.)-but she is falling behind despite her efforts being fueled by despair, as a Ma Maison, a Subway, and a Jack’s place vanish from her sight.>֍E: Teleport in front of the stalker.The girl stalker looks at Sammie as she runs- but when she looks ahead it's Ellie that she sees. That split seconds grants Ellie a good look: long, straight, greasy black hair, mouth hidden under a thick red scarf, surprised eyes, and a short stature. The school uniform is a simple white shirt with a black tie and a short black skirt over long, black stockingsthat Ellie is about to chop like wood.>֍E: Try to trip the stalker.Ellie tries to remember how Inno did it; that second frozen in time, she tries to be Inno. It can’t be that hard, she helped her a few times- but the details of her movement escape her.>>֍E(M3 Intelligence π Roll: 16 = Failure)<< (Think up a technique to use the stalker’s forward momentum against herself.)But her heart and soul still embodies the biggest sister, for if there is one thing that Ellie knows to heart that Inno does all the time-Stalker: -!-is wing it! ֍ Ellie: GθθD MɷRNɎNG MɷTHƹRFƱCKƹREllie delivers a low, roundhouse kick with her heels->>֍E(M3 Dexterity 彡 Roll: 33 = Failure)<< (Hit in a way that would trip the stalker.)-heading straight for the stalker’s face-Stalker: -!!>>֍E(M3 Physical Affinity £ Roll: 78 = Success)<< (Hit hard enough to trip the stalker.)-at terrifying speed-Stalker: -!!!>>֍E(M3 Perception メ Roll: 22 = Failure)<< (Land a hit on the stalker.)-that misses because Elie is a small girl and her legs aren’t long enough yet. And yet, as she spins in place, she still does take advantage of the momentum-Stalker: -!!!!>֍E: Try to take the stalker’s pen and notebook.-to try and take the stalker’s notes and her pen->>֍E(M3 Dexterity 彡 Roll: 4 = Failure)<< (Take the stalker’s pen.)>>֍E(M3 Dexterity 彡 Roll: 21 = Failure)<< (Take the stalker’s notebook.)-but she comes out just short because Ellie is a small girl and her arms aren’t long enough yet. As the girl runs past her, once done spinning, Ellie instantly continues to pursue-֍ Ellie: CɷMƹ HƹRƹ BψTCH, GƹT THƹ FƱCK ɷVƹR HƹRƹ-until the stalker transforms into a Magical Girl and jumps on the rooftop of Kopi Hive.>>֍E(M3 Charisma ღ Roll: 97 = Almost critical success)<< (Act like Inno convincingly.)>???
Rolled 18, 5, 95, 10, 8, 86, 18, 87, 83, 95 = 505 (10d100)>>6348230>CɷMƹ HƹRƹ BψTCH, GƹT THƹ FƱCK ɷVƹR HƹRƹOh, it's personal now, Ellie went Inno-mode and nobody with a skin tone tanner than FFFFFF gets one past Inno. The stalker shall become the... stalkee? Bah, it sounds better in Teagardenian.>>ACTION:>Teleport on a nearby building roof or balcony with high visibility>Observe the stalker from a distance>Keep following her, teleport where needed>Find out where she is dropping off that notebookAin't no way she is acting independent.Also, I'm going to sleep, so here are a bundle of dice rolls for ypu to pick and chose from.
>???The two of them are gone, Fubuka is left seething in a pile of bought junk.The only thing to do is to put everything back in the cart, and wheel the massive amount of stuff back home. FUCKSammie is gonna get her ass kicked when she comes back.
>>6348230AAAA gotta chase her TRANSFORM TRANSFORM TRA---wait she was scribbling everything about us in the notepad right??? Taravia's advice definitely worked since she had so much to write when we put up a spectacular display of towel throwing, that girl must be collecting intel about us!!!NONONO don't expose more information to her already!!! >>Action:>-just chase her in our plain old selves!>-but superhuman guca movements are unlocked since we all are exposed as magical girls if she knows to stalk usI would also assume Ellie is chasing her in her own way but since I will not know what she is planning I will just chase the stalker as it is
>>6348271m3 dex again it ism2 pa again it isper2 again it is>>6348232ma5 is bullshit so im not even gonna bother rolling for teleports. however, if ellie's gonna scout from a distance continously this is gonna be a series of m2 per rolls until one misses and the stalker gets out of sighthoweverellie's teleport does have a cooldown, and it does drain her soul gem each time she uses it. it won't kick in just yet cause short distrances, but it will get slower each time she uses them consecutively. meaning that the per rolls with get harder as time goesi think pre-rolling is a neat idea efficiency-wise, but it does have its caveats. maybe you won't like the difficulty of the rolls when presented. maybe you'll think some are bullshit or come up with a better idea. for example, in this case, given how hard it could be to keep watch maybe ellie would rather to continue tackling this random ass greasy ass guca until she gives out, but if you wanna pre-roll cause time is a bitch fine by me, trading control for time is a choice that we can make>>6348236so basically just carry all that shit back home? lel
Rolled 96, 70, 87 = 253 (3d100)>>6348282by the way we all know Ellie have transformed before on the way to earth, but how about the other two of the trio? Did we ever transformed into magical girl mode ever
>>6348332By Bigguca whySorry Ellie I caught this peeping tom firstAnd I am going to make her my porcupine quill ass when facing leopard FubukaIf she did not escape
>>6348332>Did we ever transformed into magical girl mode everof course. it's the first thing every guca does. thing is, it's often just done to gang up on Witches or slap meguca bitches in the face. coordinators, who hardly ever do either, have no reason to transform other than formality>>6348335daaaamn>>6348236fubukanooon, use the >ACTION thing! the more concise the better>>6348209jimenanon is too fucking good at thatheadsup! tomorrow post may take a bit, cuz ive been slacking off on my job to write gucas and i have to throw them a bone. i'd like to know when everyone more often checks the quest to know when its better to drop updates, and when its silly to rush. i think a little structure may go a long way>>6347639travel bot time!>maybe you would recognise it?nope, but thats cuz i live by the beach>Like damm we are really hiding in plain sightlike all gucas>But if your clean means nobody went there to party and litter the place and spray graffiti then yeahactually, if it was just that i'd consider the place to be cleanno wonder !transit city is so expensivefinally, queenstown library>Not sure if she likes the sciences, but I prefer reading sciences over literature. Now how do I roleplay a girl who likes to read literature againscience fiction!>because it is actually full with people reading and studying and using laptops.so people do take it seriously>comic booksit even has comic books>void decksi only just realized that void decks are a purely !transit city thing>Many of these neighbourhood supermarkets open 24/7yeah no chance of that here. too dangerous>hawker centerand i just learned what a hawker center is, which is another thing almost unique to !transit city too. >Eurasian tree sparrows.i'd give it some of my food. i know its wrong, but im weak. also crows are common there too then>I have never ride one of those in the airwhat the fuck are those >PMDs (personal mobility devices)i see that there are americans there too>which may or may not be blasting EDM with portable speakers.can't believe that also happens there. honestly? makes me feel a bit there lawl>because it is also a station for the monorail to Sentosa Island, where you get a theme park, an aquarium, thematic hotels and whatever performances, and the stereotypical sun and the beach and pubs with music.huh>Maybe we should also bring Ellie to the aquarium one dayinno: where's elliethey turn around. hes not there. feeling stupid to even consider it, sammie just looks at the aquarium againamong the fishes, ellie looks happy>You could view the monorail cars come and go from these seatsunfucking believe that it's still a libraryyou guys got your priorities straight. im fangirling already>Also the city ranks number 1 for amounts loss to scams globally.i mean, its people that leave their cellphone charging in a public place, only to come back and still find it therei can't blame themit's long!!
>>6348390>fubukanooon, use the >ACTION thing! the more concise the betterrrrreeeeeeEEEEEEE>Action:>-Pick up the shit you, Sammie, and Ellie bought>-Put that shit into the cart that Sammie was pushing>-Push that cart home The latter likely requiring repeated actions, and sucking more shit through a straw, hopefully not getting hit by traffic or something
>>6348390>!transit city expensivealmost everything here is importedeven the guys that are doing the heavy work are imported labour, paid them enough to feed their families back in their home to what I knowthen you got another big bunch imported from Malaysia for another lot of industries like service and technicians, which is how you get the commuting crowd across JB and Woodlandsfurthermore you get expatriates working in multinational companies top levels living in those fancy houses northeast of Queenstownsometimes I wonder what the citizens are doing over here. getting sandwiched between all these people from everywhere I guess?>science fictionregrettably I haven't read a lot of classics. I need to fucking read the classics but all I read now are reference books and mostly work documents. fmlDoes the dragon world count as one with all those horrid little planetary details and speculative dragon evolutions?Also Taravia's line is actually referenced from the art of war and the thirty-six stratagems, Sammie must have stolen those ideas during her research>taking studying seriouslyif anything higher education in !transit city has taught me is that by sleeping faster you could save more time for finishing assignmentshow to train your citizens into workaholics 101>!transit city thingsI also just realised void decks are a purely !transit city thing after some research, maybe I should provide more pics of ithawker centers are basically consolidated street food stalls for easier management, ask any boomer and they will tell you they used to be carts with wheels. Malaysia also have them>!transit city avianspigeons, crows, mynas(starlings) and sparrows. the area I live in have a whole murder of crows linger near foodcourts and hawker centers in the day and roost in trees around roads at night. you just need a motorbike with a roaring exhaust pipe at 2AM to feel their numbersthe asian koel or the uwu bird is most heard, then you get feral chickens join the 5am alarm gang since 2019>blasting EDMat least they alert pedestrians sharing the road, if the person walking is not deafdon't get to find a lot of them at night nowadays, probably because people do file complaints to authorities about the noisemore likely to be found with cyclists zooming in park paths in marina bay now>fangirlingem, thanks on behalf?hope this place will still remain world standard though>this place is too safeThere was once I left my laptop in a foodcourt. 30 mins later I rushed back and it is still on the chair!Transit City is dangerous for dulling your sense of danger over timethere is absolutely no problem with going outside buying a bowl of noodles and eating there in the middle of 3am. heck you might see some people eating with you tooplanning to go to downtown for an exhibition in weekend, interested in pics walking to there? likely via areas north of Queenstown
>>6348390>meguca formmmmmI am looking forward but no way I would want to see her meguca form in this state lol>meat shield for blocking sisterly violenceQM am I expecting pa, per and dex rolls galore when holding stalker guca against Fubuka?>when everyone checks more oftenI'm quite sure everyone knows my time zone already. Might be hard to match with everyone tho, I'll just match with you guysif not, it's GMT+8.>Queensway>along Alexandra Road>Anchorpoint Shopping Centre>Kopi Hive???that shop is not within my memory lolkopi is malay for coffee incase you want to knowshould I get interior pics for these shopping centers btw
>>6348390>the fuck are those in the aircable cars going to sentosa island. enjoy the view from heights>>6348481If QM exactly followed where this place is based on......QM, should I spoil the fun?
Ellie fails to recall anyone running away from Inno, so she won’t stop either. Mindless determination, as the viking berserkers knew, can get things done by mainstreaming all those resources wasted on thinking simply on pushing harder. It was Sammie who compared them to Inno, back then֍ Sammie: SOOORRYYYyet it’s Sammie who is charging into war, right now.>>֍S(M3 Dexterity 彡 Roll:96 = High Success)<< (Pursue the stalker Magical Girl.) With a whimper, Ellie dodges the rocketing girl with milliseconds to spare, her cheek caressed by the checkerboard scarf. Left behind as her sister leaps on top of the Kobi Hive untransformed, right as the white Magical Girl bounces from it to the rooftop of the pedestrian overpass next to it, Ellie spots a tall building behind the Anchorpoint Shopping Centre and teleports on top of it.>֍E: Teleport on a nearby building roof or balcony with high visibility.Ellie’s shoe rests on the verge of the precipice as the black eyes behind those black sunglasses fixate on her target, who turns mid-air, lands, and then jumps to the shopping centre before Sammie follows suit. The hunter then sprints to the very build Ellie is watching from, takes a turn>>֍E(M3 Perception メ Roll: 22 = Failure)<< (Observe the stalker from a distance.)and then is lost from sight.֍ Ellie: !Ellie teleports again to a different building, then again, and again. No matter where she appears, no matter how many cats jump with their backs bent, her eyes can’t find that checkerboard scarf again.֍ Ellie: FƱƐk!>>֍E(M3 Perception メ Roll: 5 = Failure)<< (Observe the stalker from a distance.)
Sammie is living another life, in contrast, learning that the buildings on Queenstown are many and enough for their rooftops to be pathways. The story of someone recording her, posting the video online, and then being called out on bad CGI flashes through her mind’s eye as she tails her mark through the air; Sammie has a hard time focusing. Cleaning her tainted mind from intrusive thoughts becomes as hard as bouncing from ledges and balconies, her feet soaring through the sky as if running never matteredwhile Fubuka, almost on the very other side of Queenstown, watches the tower on the folding trolley crumble again into a million towels.>֍F: Pick up the shit you, Sammie, and Ellie bought.The blonde girl, now fully dressed, claws her head with desperation as she drowns a roar. Sleepwear, clothes, a mold remover, a rat repellant, soap, shampoo, toothpaste and toothbrushes, a bucket so large she could hide in it, are not even half of what she has to carry back home alone. There’s also a box with a water dipper, a box with an electric fan, a box with showerheads, and a box in which a very happy man is hugging his very happy wife as their very happy son is grabbing his very happy little sister’s hand while she’s holding a very, ecstatically happy electric kettle. Yes; even the household appliance is smiling at Fubuka as the girl bares her teeth.֍ Fubuka: Smile, dumbass. Enjoy it while it lasts. I’ve got Inno.Besides her is also the broken bag with the scattered wrenches and the PTFE tape lying around, ten million towels, a high pressure water gun, and a pump that seems to weigh almost as much as everything else combinedand yet Fubuka picks it all up so calmly. Like stacking a jenga tower. The tower on the trolley becomes high again as she wraps the many bags around her arms.>֍F: Push that cart homeA few steps in, the tower of commodities comes crashing down again, loudly. An old woman turns to look, a family of three turns to look, a stray cat turns to look, but only one of the teenage guys who saw her almost naked comes to help pick up stuff.Teenager: It’s so much. Why don’t you have it delivered?֍ Fubuka: Oh, that’s ok.Fubuka smiles at him, as she picks up the rags of the white dress Sammie ripped apart.֍ Fubuka: She’ll have to come back someday.
Twenty towers, thirty food stalls, ten avenues, eight void decks, a large school building, a waterpark, a tall threehouse, an ugly mansion, a huge anime poster with a brunette, an empty, moving train, and a coffee shop from where she could hear barking. Those are the pictures that flashed faintly through her eyes as Sammie pursued their stalker, or maybe ran away from her sister.>>֍S(M2 Perception メ Roll: 87 = Success)<< (Keep track of the stalker.)The darkness does well to keep her hidden as she sprints through the roof of the far away pedestrian overpass. The citizens crossing get startled from the footsteps coming right above them, and then a little boy screams when the loud ‘thud’ is heard. Finally, Sammie had tackled down the Magical Girl. Holding down both her arms, as she looks straight at the green eyes, cars sing their song coming and going under the bridge.>>֍E(M2 Physical Affinity £ Roll: 70 = Success)<< (Tackle down the stalker.)The face of the girl remains meek even as she reverts back to her school uniform. Offering no resistance whatsoever, she just blinks and looks at Sammie, whose jaded gasping makes her chest bloat fast as sweat slips from her face and forehead.>???
>>6348504not much for fubuka and ellie to do atm so we focus on sammie, but if you wanna do something offscreen lemme know>QM, should I spoil the fun?go ahead, i'm curious
>>6348654>the path Fubuka is gonna push the cart onthere is no traffic to cross but you need to worry more with pushing the cart uphill, also don't forget the coordinator's shop is a place with broken escalators and no lifts (why are there no lifts???)unless the police / fire station decides to dispatch vehicles just right when you are crossing it>the stalker girl>has a red scarfHow bold of her to don the colour of danger but to perform acts that should be hidden in a shadow.>>Actions:>-pin her down>-peel off that scarf>-take a clooooooossssseeeeee look of this stalker>-and calm down.>-find that notepad, be mentally prepared and open-minded, and read the contents.
>>6348654All the suffering Fubuka will endure will be repaid in kind many times over.>Action>-Keep on keeping on, foster the cold rage, it will be useful... later>-Get a second or even a third cart, depending on how much shit there is, stacking towers ain't working wellYou don't actually have to show this on screen, but Fubuka would rub her spare pair of braincells together eventually, the anger just making her more focused
>֍S: Pin her down.Sammie grunts as she pins down the girl even further, which just means she added a little more weight to her hands. The girl just lays there limply, staring at Sammie with daring, curious eyes, not much more pinned down.>֍S: Peel off that scarf.Sammie has to let go of one of her arms to unwrap that red scarf, defeating the purpose of pinning her down harder earlier. As the scarf gets longer the head of stalker bobs up and down fast enough to leave her dizzy, yet she doesn't offer as much as a whimper.>֍S: Take a /closer/ look at the face of this stalker.Once her head laid bare, Sammie pins down her arm again even though her stalker didn't take the chance to sucker-punch her for free. Then, the bookworm tries to take a photo of the girl with her brown eyes, of this girl she had to hunt down across Queenstown.That long, straight hair now lies scattered around her face like the rays of a dark sun. The stalker wears Asian features much like Sammie's own, yet betrayed by the big eyes and prominent cheekbones often found in the Polish or Russians.>֍S: Read the contents of the notepad.The strange girl responds with neither words nor effort as Sammie mercilessly snatches the notepad from her hand, still on top of her on the rooftop of a pedestrian overpass. Opening with a single hand is tricky, but Sammie manages lo let the butt of the notepad rest on the palm of her hand. With her thumb and pinky she opens the first page, unwittingly letting her guard down to read its contents:Rena:-Blind-Hyper-Loud-Super touchy-Himari friend-Runs a dog cafe. Neko cafe but with dogs. The dogs aren't quiet at all. The dogs drool.-Likes dogs.-Likes money.Below is the hastily hand-drawn picture of a smiling, long haired waitress carrying a tray in each hand as one dog is licking a tea in one of them while she's about to trip on another. Sammie... swallows. It's clearly a sketch done for reference, and yet the imagery is so vivid that she's seeing the colors despite it all being drawn with a blue pencil.Bao:-Likes Pokemon-Likes Pokemon a lot-Is a Pokemon fanatic-Likes Pokemon more than I thought! ! !!? !?!-Has a Pokemon!! ! ! It's a Xatu-Can summon Pokemon with Pokeballs.-Her wish was to become a Pokemon Master-She hides itSammie didn't even notice that her stalker already broke free and is just there, staring at her staring at her secret diary. The picture, this time, makes Sammie's jaw drop: a Pokemon fighting a Witch. It has so many details that, unless studied carefully, the depiction could pass as a bloated mess.But studied carefully... the intrincate details swallow Sammie into the heat of the battle. Regardless of the absurdity of the situation, which is an archievement.
Sammie didn't even notice that her stalker already broke free and is just there, staring at her staring at her secret diary. The picture, this time, makes Sammie's jaw drop: a Pokemon fighting a Witch. It has so many details that, unless studied carefully, the depiction could pass as a bloated mess Now with both hands free, Sammie is about to turn that page. She does not. Hesitation trepidates through her fingers, as something primal inside her stirs to protect her from the truth. The pattern is clear. The route is set. But Sammie already painted the path behind her with blood and tears, so even though this flick of the finger is the hardest part she goes through with it.֍ Sammie: …She doesn’t even read the descriptions. They don’t matter. The picture of herself ripping Fubuka’s dress off, while looking each other in the eye, is a masterpiece. It’s as if both bodies were one, forming a heart with their silhouette, as if their eyes conveyed that the other is the heart they lost long ago and spent a lifetime living without. Sammie can’t tell if what goes through her cheek is cold sweat or tears of joy, tears of relief at having lived long enough to see this.…And it’s not even magic. The author of such magnificence is just staring meekly, as if the other was playing with one of her toys.>???
>>6348720>green eyes>black hair>slavic featuresI am getting Imeredala vibes, correct me if I am wrongSammie will appreciate a fellow artist dedicated in her craftbut!she also needs to survivefrom the wraith of Fubukaand I am going to drag time and know more to think how to get out of this situation>>Action:>-look away from that blasted drawing and read the fucking descriptions about us trio>-stare at the notepad blankly but actually conjuring the dragons in her head, remembering what they said>-express appreciation for her craft to this stalker girl>-out of formality, introduce myself and shake hands with her in guca form>-and get us both to sit and have tea. buy drinks for both of us. using Fubuka's card.I need a local contact like this. Taravia would be delighted to have somebody good in intel, but heck we are also victims right now.
>>6348733m3 char roll to convince stalker to drink tea at this hour. if you wanna make this easier, give the girl good reasons, max 3bit of an old warning about this old system: if the reasons are bad, they will backfire
>>6348744would it be okay to ignore the last prompt first and see what happens with the rest of the prompts?
>>6348747and actually return her the notepad with the handshake, because she awfully understands what is like to have products of effort to be taken away
>>6348747you mean the part of the descriptions, right? the part about the dragon bois would be to just reminiscence what they said right before sammie went full cheap ecchi fanservice mode. or would that change something? just makiung surealso looks like the single action prompts are fucking dead in the water lmao. i'll at least will have to max them out at 3 after this one
>>6348759yeah the same before the fanserviceso>>Actions:>-look away from the drawing painting the wrong atmosphere, read the fucking descriptions about us>-act like staring at the notepad while remembering what the dragon bois said>-express appreciation for her craft as a fellow artist, introduce myself as a guca and shake hands while returning the notepad.look how I cram all this within 3 prompts
>֍S: Look away from the drawing and read the descriptions.Ungluing her eyes from majesty is a painful process for Sammie, even though the sheer rejection she feels makes it easier. There's still work to be done, pain to be justified, redemption to be earned, and looking away from what little beauty life spares us may be enough to earn it.Elly:-Small-Weird-Black-White-Has an octopus. Talks to it. Maybe alive ? ? -Went into a hole with three-Friends with Inno, Fubuka, Sammie-Himari says that there is a subway in the hole-Talks weird-Likes all icecream-Likes food-Likes octopus ++-The octopus duplicates-Likes towels-Something shiny comes out of her head-It moves ! !-It eats towels!Below is a remarkably cute picture of Ellie, in which she looks comically scared for some reason, or perhaps surprised. However, the sub-arms coming out of her head look more like antlers, and are longer than the actual things.Sam:-Has a lot of clothes on-Likes clothes +++-Likes cozy +++-Bad mood -Went into a hole with Elly and Fubuka and Inno-Friends with Fubuka, Inno, Elly-Wants a burger-Does Tik Tok pranks-Likes running-Likes old videogames-Likes chocolate ice cream-Eats icecream with bare hand-Therefore: likes ice cream a lot ++-Talks with Fubuka like mom and dad talk-Likes Fubuka +++-Likes towels ++-Towels are better than blankets-Sleep dry-Sammie is smart-Likes Fubuka a lot ++++++-Very honest with her feelingsBelow is... that picture. The stalker must have left the space free to draw something later, meaning that Fubuka's description and drawing are on the next page.Sammie grabs her head, then laughs in sheer relief. Because there's no way that there's other drawing like this onethere's just no fucking way.
Fubuka:-Pretty-Confident-Mean-Very close to Inno-Went into hole Inno Fubuka Elly-Friends with Inno Fubuka Elly-Likes chemicals +-Likes strawberry icecream-Likes laughing-Likes Sammie-Dances like an octopus-Isn't mean-Is mean-Likes ruling with violence and fear-Likes clothes+ -Likes clothes +++-Likes clothes ++++++-Has many clothes for Sam to take off herSammie sighs, and it's the long, drawn-out sigh of a midwife that's been working for two days straight after being told that another baby is coming. Because, of course: there is another one. She must have drawn it before. It's from when Sammie screamed a little because Fubuka pushed her against the rusty iron bars at the entrance of the tunnel. However, the events have been clearly re-interpreted. The stalker must have thought that Fubuka was trying to stop her from falling, so what it depicts is Fubuka hugging her from behind as she tries to stop Sammie from falling into the darkness, which may represent her self-doubt, low self-esteem, or what's going to happen once she gets back to the Coordinator's Shop.And, of course: the picture oozes warmth....At least Inno's is almost emptyInno:-Tall-Mature-Patient-Elegant-Fubuka Sammy and Elly mom?-Likes crowbars ++-Friends with Weird Eyesand the picture is just Inno. Just the Inno she knows. The same Inno that steals tires from cars. Sammie is almost ashamed of feeling some sort of comfort.It's done. Except for a little excerpt without even a sketch to go along with it, there's nothing beyond that page: the stalker must have filled another notepad before this one.Steelstorm Lady:-Told me she'll make me eat my own head if I don't 'fuck off' and stop following her-Likes dogs>֍S: Pretend to stare at the notepad while remembering what her dragon characters said."Openly state your intention, for the rightful is honest and states only the truth..""Take away her escape route, but be outwardly friendly to mask your intentions.""Know thyself and know thy enemy. Observe and gather information."Sammie is back in there, indulging in the warmth of the blue bonfire. The words of her characters echo through the oniric plane. She hasn't 'openly sated her intentions', there's no need to 'take away her escape route', and she doesn't 'know thy enemy' yet. This time, it's Taravia's words the ring the hardest: Sammie doesn't even know the name of this girl.>cont!
>-express appreciation for her craft as a fellow artist, introduce myself as a guca and shake hands while returning the notepad.this one needs a char roll, so what we are gonna do is use the same char roll for both cuz they mostly archive the same thing. notepad will be returned, and you can still give reasons for bonus in roll
also, smol addendum------------------But first things first: despite how WRONG the contents are, it would be a sin to not encourage beauty, no matter its form. Almost reluctantly, Sammie hands over the notepad, then stretches a shaky hand for a handshakebut only the notepad is taken. The schoolgirl stalker rips a page from it, folds it like forty times in the span of a few seconds, then hands Sammie a small origami ice cream cone with a single round ball. Surprised by the craft, the bookworm can only study it from every angle. The artists looks way too excited as Sammie looks at her gift, her feet bouncing up and down like a dog's. Again, it doesn't bring her the best memories- but maybe Fubuka has a point and the envelope does, at least, have the slightest of relevances.֍ Sammie: T-thanks-
Rolled 34 (1d100)>>6348786QM, why you have to do this to meI might as well eat Fubuka's punch to my solar plexus before it could reach Sammiefuuuuuuuuuuck>>6348780Sammie had all the idea to hold her as a meat shield when facing Fubuka later but she just can't throw this girl into the pit of fire now>introvert autistic energy char roll>>Actions:>-figure out if the girl is mute or just not very keen using words. we still haven't heard a sentence from her but so far she seems to show quite a lot of her emotions from body language?>-formally introduce myself. put the guca introduction part aside first(no transform), I think it would be fair if I let her read my notepad (the one with my stories, character notes, worldbuilding) also, think of it as an exchange. probably gonna meet again as gucas someday later, hopefully, if the "Steelstorm Lady" or whatever didn't get her>-still try buy her drinks. or late night snack. with Fubuka's card. try to stall a bit of time because there is sooooo much to ask (with the right chance)
"Know thyself and know thy enemy": even if may a bit narcissistic, Taravia's words still ring because they hold weight. Sammie still hasn't heard a word from this strange artist stalker, not a whimper or anything, and there is much that can be conveyed with words.֍ Sammie: So, um... hi.It's only polite to greet. The stalker nods politely, but silently.>֍S: Formally introduce yourself.֍ Sammie: I'm Sammie... as you already know. I'm a Magical Girl too. Would you like to learn my awesome stories?The notepad Sammie is handing over as she stares at the girl's shoes is filled with more than just stories: character notes, worldbuilding, plot ideas, plothole solving theories... It's what Sammie whips out whenever she gets a flash of inspiration. It's where most of her sweat and tears go, at least what she didn't leave behind during the chase. The girl /snatches/ it from her hand like a cat stealing a forkful of meat, then eyes dart sideways over it over and over and she takes notes on her own. Taken aback, Sammie lets it happen, sure that her profile on the stalker's notepad will span a few more pages.A single word is yet to come out.>֍S: Figure out if the girl is mute.֍ Sammie: Um... Are you mute? Or just shy?The girl stops dual-wielding notepads to look up.֍ Sammie: Or maybe you are shy? It's ok if you don't want to talk with me. I'm... not so good at conversations.Hastily, the stalker schoolgirl rips off another page, then bends it, twists it, and even bites it until she's holding... a tiny... monk? The details are blunt, the bald head is faceless, but the paper around is is rugged enough to pass for a runic.֍ Sammie: Oh. Ok.Sammie wonders if that's an actual answer.>֍S: Try to buy her drinks or late night snacks.֍ Sammie: W-wanna go out with me? We could be all alone. In a dark place. Having tea, and snacks, and then... I could learn all about you.The Magical Girl stalker artist stares straight at Sammie's brown eyes, politely takes her red scarf back to cover her facethen hammers the rooftop of the pedestrian overpass so fast as she sprints that Sammie is left behind with no doubt that the stalker thought they were playing tag before.>>֍E(M3 Charisma ღ Roll: 34 = Failure)<< (Convince the stalker to have tea and snacks somewhere.)֍ Sammie: ...And then Sammie realizes she took both notepads with her.>???
>>6348817... I am so feeling the world as an alien engima working its mysteries in full mightis this the charm of gucaQM? to fuck around the player omnidirectionally that we spin like olympic level gymnastics in the air?Could Sammie still spot where the girl is heading?
>>6348839sure, but unless sammie follows her she's gonna be limited to what she can see from thereand if she does try to follow her its gonna be an m4 this timeguess its time to catch up with the rest of them girls as well! lets wait ellie post too
Rolled 12 (1d100)>>6348915>dex to followGuess I am also living in !transit city for too long to trust people return stuffI am going to write her 3rd story out of spite with this shit.
>>6348926utter failure. what now?
>>6348649>Ellie: FƱƐk!She's learning Humanese so fast, I'm so proud!>>Actions:>Return to Fubuka>Help her return the cart to the Shop>Pout and think that Inno will be disappointed she failed to mug that stalker.
>>6348928after failing chasing the stalker>>Actions:>-lie down and look at the sky for a while, think of Inno saying the benefits of being a good person before. Maybe it is just myself hoping being nice for the world so that it will return in kind, when the world is just plain unreasonable? Maybe I am being too naive?>-think of how to take punches from Fubuka later. Actually dumb bitch forgot she need conditioner to maintain that bimbo hair and face wash to maintain that bimbo face. Get up and see if there are stores/convinence stores selling those (how late is it now?)>-go back the new home and think of my characters, how would they... no, not now, I do not want to affect the nature of my characters with the state I am in right now. think. to fight against the unreasonable world, you need to understand the unreasonable. and to understand and overcome the unreasonable, you need to be afflicted with the unreasonable...?I can't be happy with that 3rd story content right now it is so shallow
Sammie deflates fatally: it’s like watching her world roll away. The writer knows the stories to heart, she came up with them herself to enlighten the secret corner where her own values take root and grow. But what if there’s a detail in there she’ll forget? What if there’s an idea that could have bloomed into a tree of sequels? To most everyone it’s not a big deal, vague scribbles slashed into a page. To Sammie, it’s enough to make her dash.>>֍S(M4 Dexterity 彡 Roll: 12 = Failure)<< (Follow the stalker.)But that’s the problem with such abstract worlds; they hog your attention from what you have right in front of you. Sammie doesn’t scream until she realizes that she’s tripping, and by then she’s grabbing onto the ledge to keep her feet away from the mixing lights below. Cars come and go in a rush, everyone trying to make the most out of every second of their lives, enraged at those who would deprive them of what few seconds their job spares them. Briefly, as she stares through her shoes, Sammie wonders if even a Magical Girl would survive the onslaught on the avenue.>֍S: Lie down and look at the sky.After pulling herself up, Sammie ends up looking at the sky. That just now… wasn’t a game. It wasn’t cute, or funny. She almost died in a very stupid way. And what did she do so far that would have justified her existence? For some reason her thoughts end up with Inno, her guardian.What is the benefit of being a good person?…Nothing concrete comes up. Nothing takes shape in the endless dark above. Maybe it’s about giving and receiving. Maybe if she’s nice, or a good person, karma will pay in kind. A simple exchange, mutual benefit of herself and the universe.֍ Sammie: …Sammie remains still, short on tears. Then why did the stalker take the world with her if she gave hers back?>֍S: Look for stores that sell conditioner and face wash.If karma exists, then will she be spared from becoming Fubuka’s punching bag because what happened was an accident? Will the outcome be fair? There is no way to know. The world is complex. Each person is complex. It’s all so complex that it’s exhausting even thinking about it, so Sammie decides to at last try to fight entropy on simple terms. After standing up, Sammie slaps the back of her cargo pants and wool shirt a few times before going to buy conditioner and face wash. There is a bimbo somewhere who, although very unlikely, may need it.
>֍F: Get more carts and keep on keeping on-From her left arm hang the two bags with the sleepwear and clothes.-From her right arm hang the bag with the soap, shampoo, toothpaste, toothbrushes, and mold remover, and the now taped-together bag with the PTFE tape, the set of wrenches, and the water dipper itself which she ripped from its box to save space.-On each of her shoulders rest the heads of two octopus plushies.-On the first trolley are half of the towels under the boxes with the electric fan, the showerheads, and the one with the electric kettle at the very top; the happy family is staring right at her face.-And on the second trolley rest the other half of the towels held tightly in place under the pump and the high pressure water gun.And yet, somehow, Fubuka moves though Alexandra Road under the quiet night, each step fueled by warm rage that feels like oil. As she both trollies with a slow, steady pace, the white dress Sammie ripped undulates against the gentle breeze, wrapped from behind her waist where the red sweater used to be. Brow furrowed, Fubuka pushes… but even hatred halts when she peeks from over the happy family box֍ Fubuka: …ain’t /no/ /damn/ WAY.Surrounded by green vines and steel railings which black the path around, the staircase right in front of her is the only way to continue without going into the street. Fubuka glances sideways at the traffic; the cars wouldn’t leave her much room if she dared to try pushing the trolleys through the street. That’s when she looks at the staircase again, glaring at each of its steps individually.֍ Fubuka: WELL…
Fubuka’s bony hands clench the handles of each of the foldable trolleys at the same time- and push forward. The boxes and towels shake like gelatin as she reclines them, then shake when she forces the back wheels of the trolleys against the first step of the staircase. Both make it up… but stay there.֍ Fubuka: ……you USELESS PIECE OF-BAM! The trolleys move up one more step, but Fubuka keeps on pushing regardless. Stuck against the start of the staircase, gritting her teeth, Fubuka’s groaning grows louderuntil one of the trolleys starts moving up and up and up because Ellie is pushing it.>֍E: Return to help Fubuka bring the carts to the shop.֍ Fubuka: Ellie?From the top of the pedestrian overhead bridge, Ellie turns around with a thumbs-up, only to be met with a death glare that leaves her petrified. Fubuka eases up and sighs. Having to deal with a single trolley, Fubuka manages to push it all up in one go, then swipes her forehead with the back of her hand. It’s only then that she notices how wet Ellie’s eyes are.֍ Fubuka: …oh, CRAP, right. Eh- here!Fubuka sandwiches Ellie’s head with both of the octopus plushies, hiding the alien’s eyes from sight.֍ Fubuka: It’s not like you had anything to do with that. I’m so sorry, little Ellie.Fubuka pats Ellie’s head. It works. When Ellie’s eyes peek through the tentacles, the girl has made a full recovery. Fubuka peeks from over the first step of the staircase going down: she can’t come up with a single way of going down without becoming an avalanche of boxes and towels.
Ellie did. It was a slow process, but moving the items one by one did the trick. They had to move up and down that staircase so many times that after they finally got the pump down both Magical Girls had to catch their breath.And after some more pushing… they make it to the creepy entrance to the soon-to-be new Coordinator’s Shop they’ll be manning.֍ Fubuka: *gasp* *gasp* Huh…Fubuka finds herself surprised; as it turns out, rage is also a limited resource. All that anger she used to push the trolleys is now but cinders inside her chest. As Ellie pouts because she isn’t enough Inno-like, because Inno could be disappointed at her lack of Inno-ness, the alien wonders if she would have mugged that stalker if only her body was bigger. Not much to do about that but wait, or ask Kyubey to grant another wish.֍ Fubuka: This again, then. But I’m already so tired!Fubuka lets herself fall to her knees, allowing relief to wash over her. She brought the stuff back home. She was useful. The respite is strong enough for Fubuka not to notice Sammie, who spies her from behind the corner as Ellie slowly grabs the happy family box only to slip and fall.>???
>>???Go Go Fubuka, Sister Instincts Activate! >Action:>-Try to catch Ellie.>-If you fail, use the strength reserves to help her up.>-Either way, pat her head, tell her to be careful (even if she can't understand you), and crash for a minute on the sidewalk.You're so fucking tired, and hungry on top. You didn't eat enough for this much calorie burning.
>>6349047>>Action:>-actually help by prepping for cleaning with a pressurised water gun. remember to seal electrical outlets and check if the plumbing is working>-eat punches and kicks from Fubuka but stop arguing back because there are better things to think of, like how to deal with the world from now on. also give her her bimbo maintainence kit>-piece together the thoughts when spraying the place clean with the water gunSo far none of her stories had to take place in the world similar to the one right now, buthttps://pastebin.com/uPzDA4b4subject to changes
>>6349059oh shiet they havent goin down the entrance yet?>action>also help move stuff down
I just realized, Ellie is the smartest one of us
Rolled 69, 57, 4, 2, 32 = 164 (5d100)>>6349047>>Actions>Give Fubuka the universal sign of approval, a nod>Point at the stalker-less Sammie, mimic writing as if to ask about the girl's notebook>Either way, pick up the stuff with all(4) hands and move it down.Rolls if QM wants 'em.>>6349063Ellie ran away from Teegardener Los Alamos. Ellie smart, she learned how to swear already.
>>6349066>that stalker's notebook>shake head>put it at the back of the mind first, the stalker would not speak because of something related to a monk...>the frequent mention of a person called Himari in the notepad...>what makes her want, or even need to stalk magical girls of the city?>what are the implications of my past actions right now?>grit teeth and steel on, there is no use crying over spilled milk, and you have this place to protect from whatever dumb fuck you have done>at least your noggin is still working properly with your soul in an alien piece of jewelry>take a glance at my own soul gem
you guys forgot the most important part lmao. assuming sammie dares to show her face;how will fubuka react to sammie?and how will sammie react to fubuka's reaction?>>6349057roll m1 per and m3 dex for catching ellie. also an m1 pa cuz you are tired, but if you fail it you only get a -10 to the dex roll. catching aliens is hard>>6349059readin in a bit>>6349060not givin fubuka the stuff?
Rolled 53, 47 = 100 (2d100)>>6349075
>>6349075>reaction to Fubukajust lightly guard whatever punches and kicks gonna come, it's a waste of brain power to argueas mentioned in >>6349059 there are more important things to deal with>that pastebinI am still not happy with it but I think you might need it for context>givin Fubuka the bimbo maintainence kitjust put it in the pile first, give it to her later when everything has moved down because right now would only get in the wayconsolidate actions!>>Actions:>-Help move stuff down, when down there prep for cleaning with a pressurised water gun. remember to seal electrical outlets, wrap up electronics and check if the plumbing is working>-eat punches and kicks from Fubuka but stop arguing back because there are better things to think of, like how to deal with the world from now on. also give her her bimbo maintainence kit when everything is within the subway>-piece together the thoughts when spraying the floor and the walls clean with the water gun. take note not to spray places power may be running through
>>6349079you gonna have to be a bit more specific. how does sammie approach? what does she say? what does she do?>>6349077also roll me that pa
Rolled 32 (1d100)>>6349080
aight i have to take a long ass bus tomorrow sofubukanon plz react to what sammie posts, and if sammie has to then react to fubukanon againellie can too, dunno what she'd do though lelpostin once i get there! with some luck we end day 1 tomorrow
>>6349080Take a deep breath and walk out the corner>"S-sorry. I did not know what the stalker wants so I was trying to make a scene and see how she reacts. I-I also didn't want that to happen..."as for Ellie's question>shake headbut do tell that you get to read the contents (bar for the drawing because she totally have conflicted feelings about that). Use the another notepad for things not stories to roughly gesture what is written down theretell them that girl has probably been stalking us since we arrived the city, and look out for a person named Himari, might be an informant to the stalkersay that there are few other magical girls around but don't tell the names or we will be suspiciousthen start moving stuff along with Fubuka's stuff
>>6349143we roleplaying among ourselves now lol?speaking of which happy holidaysss everyoneeeeeee QM have a safe trip
fubukanon if you wanna exert violence let us roll pa and con rolls lol
>>6349147ok I think I gonna pull a Taravia piercing timespace with spear it's still noon in Londonditch thislet this happen>rush out on reflex but see Fubuka being nearer, hesitates while out of cover>eh>sees Fubuka>"S-sorry..."
>>6349147>>rush out on reflex but see Fubuka being nearer, hesitates while out of cover>>eh>>sees Fubuka>>"S-sorry...">>6349147>>"S-sorry. I did not know what the stalker wants so I was trying to make a scene and see how she reacts. I-I also didn't want that to happen...">Fubuka stares at Sammie, breath and rage yet to recover.>"You.... you're an actual spaz, aren't you? You aren't pretending, you aren't just being annoying, you...">The thought of having to deal with shit like this for the rest of her life hits her. She buries her face in her hands and lets out a groan of frustration.
i was thinkinlets also save some timeyou three tell me what you gonna tell inno. ellie can assume kyubey is gonna be there
>>6349400currently Fubuka doesn't even know that the girl was a gucashe will probably just tell Inno that Sammie is tarded,, that they got a bunch of cleaning equipment, and that she's sending Sammie to pick up food because she didn't help with carrying the bagsregarding the stalker, I imagine after Fubuka is informed that the girl was a guca, she will ask Sammie, why she was chasing the girl like mad, instead of trying to be nice to her, when the only reason to chase her off is if she was a normie, not a guca (and they're supposed to be NICE to potential customers)if she's told about the notepad, she will crash out againshit is rough for the ego of a kid pretending to be an adult when she seems to live in a slapstick comedy
>>6349342>looks at the scene>scurry off to move the stuff one by one along with Fubuka's bag of stuff, as if seeking redemption for whatever has happened>>6349400out of nowhere, out of context, after some thought and deliberation, ask>"Has Weird Eyes made any enemies here before? Or did she ever tell you if there are any magical girl groups here we need to be aware of? Not sure if this is a good or bad thing, but we are exposed since arriving here."
>>6349438I think after this, it's just a matter of Fubuka catching her breath, and then carrying the stuff downstairs. Probably getting a source of light if there are any so she doesn't trip and eat shit on a dirty escalator.
>>6349342>>6349227perfect. i tried to quote all the stuff but this thing says it could be spam>>6349430>shit is rough for the ego of a kid pretending to be an adult when she seems to live in a slapstick comedyi dont think you should worry about not understanding Fubuka lawl>>6349438before or asking that question: what does sammie tell about what happened while they were outside?
>>6349447I nee to cut down on remote posting already>telling Inno stuffI think Fubuka would have already described much here minus the stalker and the notepad partAs for that question for stalker guca, Sammie would want to say that they are new here and it would not be strange that there are others wanting to remove them, but she does have a point when we get to establish as coordinators here, IF there are no other coordinators in the cityalso for notepad descriptions tell the stuff written about us without mentioning the drawings. She just can't take it away from the stalker girl and bring it back here
>>6349507aight enough data thenpost nextmay take a bit
>>6349400>>Tell Inno:>We got stalked by some creep! who might be a spy! and we went after her, but Fubuka and Sammie were busy fawning over one another a-and I just I just tried my best, I really did! but she got away... *cue tirade of human and teegardener swears and slursI feel like Ellie would feel the reflex to internalize her failure, like her self-hatred that resulted in her wish, but her time with Inno and co. also influenced her so she's in an awkward spot where she projects her frustration outwards, at the girl.
Rolled 98, 88, 57 = 243 (3d100)lot of shit piling up. post tomorrow early for sure!alsom3 mind elliem3 mind sammiem4 mind fubuka
Rolled 26 (1d100)>>6350184>m4 mind fubukaassuming that was a request, not a statement of what you're rolling, if it was the latter, ignore my roll
>֍F: Try to catch Ellie.It’s not weird to say that at some point others become an extension of ourselves, always faster than we notice. There is conflict within when different goals contradict each other, like when you can’t settle on a flavor of icecream, so there can be union with the world outside when the objective is shared. If Fubuka was paying this much attention to her wayward sister despite struggling for air it can only mean that they are soldiers for the same war֍ Fubuka: Ellie!whichever that is.>>֍F(M1 Perception メ Roll: 53 = Success)<< (Notice that Ellie has slipped.)Even stopping time would be meaningless if one couldn’t move or think. As the angle of Ellie’s floating body aligns with that of the surface of the planet in slow motion, Fubuka blasts open her spare motivation safe and is injected with it, that fuel reserved only for protecting that sacred goal>>֍F(M1 Physical Affinity £ Roll: 32 = Success)<< (Muster the energy to catch Ellie.)even from the evil floor. Fubuka’s heels contract, her knees drop like hammers, then she’s launched towards her sister like a rocket-֍ Fubuka: …!֍ Sammie: -eh--only to notice that /other/ sister rushing too. As both stop because their eyes found each other’s, Ellie quietly falls face first into the floor with a pleasant, squishy sound.>>֍F(M3 Dexterity 彡 Roll: 47 = Failure)<< (Catch Ellie.)
That death glare Ellie had to endure on the staircase was reserved for Sammie and Sammie only. And although the trolleys and bags had seen to it that only smoke of it remains, Fubuka’s red eyes still prove enough to stop Sammie from even scratching her own nose.֍ Sammie: …S-sorry.The words are stammered into the air like a toe testing a river in winter, water that besides cold could also be infested with sharks.֍ Sammie: …I didnotknow what thestalkerwants so I wastryingtomake a scene and seehowshereacts. I-I also didn't want…Sammie hesitates֍ Sammie: …that… then points at the white rags hugging Fubuka’s waist.֍ Sammie: …to happen.֍ Fubuka: …Fubuka stares at Sammie, breath and rage yet to recover, but at least she’s already standing. Finding fuel in a starkly different kind of motivation, she walks a circle around the shyest sister with heavy footsteps. Feeling her Fubuka’s jagged breath with the hair standing on her neck, Sammie shivers and almost whimpers when Fubuka sniffs out her fear right behind her. How can you be sure they aren’t just saying things to get off the hook? How could you decide if you truly share a goal? How do you know someone isn’t fucking with you? But when Fubuka comes around, Sammie is still alive.֍ Sammie: …b-bimbo maintenance kit…֍ Fubuka: The FUCK was that?Fully aware that every word she says beckons entropy, Sammie silently presents her sister the items: the white and gold fat conditioner bottle that says ‘Dermacare Scalp Soothing Moisture Anti Dandruff’ and the ‘Bombay Shaving Company: Anti Acne Face Wash’ blue and green bottle. Fubuka holds both items solemnly, as if they were the catalysts of a dark ritual.֍ Fubuka: You.... you're an actual spaz, aren't you? You aren't pretending, you aren't just being annoying, you...You don’t. Ever. You just take those odds. Because, by now, even the thought of aerial comboing her perverted sister into X factor triple assisted super ultimate with Ellie and Inno as backups seems tiresome.֍ Sammie: …Sorry?Fubuka grabs her head. The thought of having to deal with shit like this for the rest of her life hits her. She buries her face in her hands and lets out a groan of frustration- but the last of her energy won’t wasted on Sammie.
֍ Fubuka: Ellie.Still lying on the floor, Ellie rolls around. Her pale cheeks are fine, if a bit dirty. She’s perfect. On her element. Absolutely nothing is wrong with her.>֍F: Help Ellie up.Ellie stretches her hand towards Fubuka but the blonde walks around her, crouches, grabs her from under her shoulders, and lifts Ellie up like a cat. Who just blinks. Once the alien is standing, she finds her head being ruffled, tempered with, intruded upon by Fubuka’s hand.֍ Fubuka: Gosh, you really do need to be more careful, Ellie. If that had happened going down the escalator you’d have been dissected on the way down.Ellie gives Fubuka the universal nod of approval, having not the slightest flying fucking idea about whatever her sister is yapping about. Then she just lets herself fall again, because the floor was comfy. Fubuka stares. Sammie stares. That’s when Fubuka decides that she is, indeed, quite tired.>֍F: Crash for a minute.Fubuka lets her knees give in and her butt lands on the sidewalk. Ellie gazes onto the dark universe. And Sammie just stays there, completely unsure on what to do or say or how to feel for a while, until Ellie sits on the floor and waves at her.֍ Sammie: Huh? What?>֍E: Point at the stalker-less Sammie, mimic writing as if to ask about the girl's notebook.Sammie shakes her head at Ellie, who just throws her back against the dirty floor again. She couldn’t- no, she didn’t want to bring it home.֍ Sammie: I don’t have it. But I did read the contents. That girl has been stalking us since we arrived in the city.That drawing of herself being held by Fubuka from behind thunders through Sammie’s head, leaving her mouth wide open briefly. She won’t mention it. Maybe she wouldn’t talk about it while being held over a precipice either.֍ Fubuka: What?֍ Sammie: It’s nothing. Nothingness itself.
֍ Fubuka: So you read it but you don’t have it. Weird, but whatever. So what? What did it say?֍ Sammie: It had information about us that she garnered while following us. Of us, and of other Magical Girls. Rena and Bao. Let’s not mention them or we’ll end up suspects.Fubuka turns to stare at Sammie, who nods slowly.֍ Sammie: Quite the low odds for our stalker to have been a normal teenager.֍ Fubuka: So our peeper is a Magical Girl. Then why did you chase her like a nutjob?֍ Sammie: O-obviously because she could be dangerous, you-Sammie decides it wise not to say it at least this one time.֍ Fubuka: You write and read and do all that kinda freaky stuff, so how come you didn’t think we should be /nice/ to our customers? The people that're gonna pay us?֍ Sammie: I’m telling you, because she could have been dangerous!֍ Fubuka: So you just jump on her. Real mature. God forbid Ellie grows pretty cause you’ll end up running after every single boy and lesbian Magical Girl that looks at her.֍ Sammie: A-are you hearing yourself? What are you saying? You aren’t making sense. At all!֍ Fubuka: I’m saying that you should be nice to other people.֍ Sammie: YOU are saying THAT?When Fubuka stands and cracks her own neck, Sammie decides that being allowed to breathe is also a gesture of kindness. Nobody died, nobody got hurt, nothing was lost, and yet she has a hard time daring to consider Fubuka’s rage any less than valid. Sammie attempts to convey this by shutting up and quietly gazing at the very interesting floor… so the blonde decides her anger is better spent being useful.֍ Sammie: Where are you going?֍ Fubuka: Where else?Fubuka picks up the happy family electric kettle box. As Ellie grabs an octopus, Sammie focuses on the oceanic-like sapphire etched on her ring. Inside of it some darkness swirls around like smoke dissolving in the wind, but that’s still no ominous novelty.
>֍F: Find a light source and bring the items into the Coordinator’s Shop.The rusty iron bars creak open again. It took quite a while, but finally all of the towels rest at the bottom of the escalator. All that’s missing is everything else.֍ Sammie: I, I can’t take much more of this. It’s too heavy.Sammie, carrying the water gun under her biceps, stops and sits in the middle of the diagonal darkness, carefully dropping the pump on the step right below. Fubuka, who has all the bags wrapped around her arms, a tower with all of the boxes on her forearms, and both folded trolleys between her waist and elbows, shakes her head.֍ Fubuka: All those idiots in your books hunting dragons and shit but look at you.֍ Sammie: If you think that’s what all books are about then I’ve got nothing left to say about your stupidity.֍ Fubuka: Ellie, stop. We are gonna have to wait for this bookworm.֍ Ellie: ƺƔψƺƔϋƔ.Ellie, who is only carrying her two plushies (and the water dipper on one of her head-arms), stops. Light doesn't come out of soap, or shampoo, or toothpaste, or an electric fan that’s nowhere near an outlet; Ellie’s alien arms are their only reprieve against the darkness of the hole.֍ Fubuka: Soooo…. What did that Magical Girl write about us?֍ Sammie: She said that you dance like an octopus.֍ Fubuka: Wha- ooooh, that. What else?֍ Sammie: That you are mean. And that you rule with violence and fear.֍ Fubuka: Pfffffff. Yeah? And what did she say about you, huh?“That she likes Fubuka +++”. Whatever those plus signs mean, three is too much. “That she talks with Fubuka like mom and dad talk”.֍ Sammie: …that I like ice-cream a whole lot.Fubuka cackles softly and with measured rhythm.֍ Fubuka: Oh my god. She knows your true weakness.֍ Sammie: She also saw Ellie’s arms. That may deserve worry.֍ Fubuka: Worry? Naaah. With all the weird shit we Magical Girls see every day, an alien is just more of it. Now move your ass! I need that bathroom clean.֍ Sammie: You are so annoying.Sammie picks up the pump from the step right below and grits her teeth as she lifts it. When Fubuka steps down, Ellie picks up the hint and starts moving again. The two sisters behind her follow the arms into the depths.
Perfect voice: Ugh! I can’t believe you told them all that about me.Like goblins hiding in a trenchcoat, the trio peeks from the corner of the entrance as one, protected by the forbidden darkness. And as expected, it’s Weird Eyes and Inno sitting on the floor, the cardboards of the six-pack beers around them all that stand between their butts and the dirty floor.○|○ Weird Eyes: Now they are going to think that I’m a weird person. They are going to be afraid of me.֍ Inno: Course you are weird. You are a Magical Girl. That doesn’t mean you are bad.Even Ellie is baffled at the speed with which Weird Eyes fished and cracked open that beer, which she turned upside-down over her mouth. The veteran is now slightly reddisher as she shakily drops its empty, soulless shell at her side.○|○ Weird Eyes: …you should have asked me before telling them so much.֍ Inno: Course not. Cause you weren’t going to.○|○ Weird Eyes: …that’s not for you to decide!֍ Inno: Don’t care. Know why?Inno lifts Weird Eye’s black-shaded, yellow fringe, getting a good look at her weird eyes.֍ Inno: Cause my biggest sister is perfect as is, y’know? No need for smiles and manners. And I want her to know that people will like her as-is.Inno stops a drop of beer going down Weird Eye’s lips.֍ Inno: But she’s dumb cause she’s smart, so the facade she lives by keeps eatin away at her one lie at a time, cause the lies pile up like a tower of cards.Weird Eyes turns around and pouts like a middle-schooler.○|○ Weird Eyes: You are just trying to make me look bad to your disciplies so that they only listen to you.֍ Inno: But there’s nothin bad about you. They are going to love you.○|○ Weird Eyes: Our views on the world are different. Yours and mine.֍ Inno: When it comes to you? You bet.Inno hugs her sister. More than anything, Sammie is genuinely surprised… that even a legend like her can have such little self-esteem. Then again- who is spared?○|○ Weird Eyes: …d-don’t start something you won’t finish…֍ Inno: Did I hear a bitch stutter?○|○ Weird Eyes: N-no.֍ Fubuka: (Drop the stuff. Let’s take a few steps back up.)֍ Sammie: (For what inane reason or purpose?֍ Fubuka: (Because I’ll bite you if you don’t. Inane enough for you?)“Yes”, Sammie thinks but doesn’t say. Fubuka grabs Ellie’s hand and drags her back, and once they climb a few more steps into the darkness֍ Fubuka: Tadaima! We are home!“Can it, the girls are back” the racist voice whispers too loudly.
When the Christmas lights shine upon the trio, Fubuka is carrying the bags and boxes, Ellie the plushies and water dipper, and Sammie just the water gun and nothing else. And suddenly, Weird Eyes is sitting on her heels wearing a confident smile.֍ Inno: Took you girls long enough. Havin fun without me?֍ Fubuka: Of course not, Teacher Inno. It’s not the same without you.֍ Sammie: The police ignores us.Weird Eyes, although a bit tipsy, side-eyes Inno. Who giggles.֍ Inno: Sammie is so honest. This girl. And what about you, buddy? Took those dolls on a tour, eh?֍ Ellie: ƺƺƔψƔψ.֍ Inno: You girls worried Weird Eyes here out of her perfect, flabby ass, y’know. Couldn’t drill it into her skull, that Magical Girls wouldn’t know you, and that if any normal person tried anythin funny you’d just shoot heart-shaped beams out of your asses. And I know you know too damn well to keep your distance from Witches.○|○ Weird Eyes: And I could not ‘drill into your skull’ that worrying is not a choice. Sammie, Fubuka, Ellie, come sit with us./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Џɸθ ƺƔ.Weird Eyes gently taps the floor, now slightly less dusty. The way she acts out even such a small gesture is very elaborate. A glaring, feminine contrast to Inno.֍ Inno: Turns out burgers ain’t that healthy. What you got for us?@ Sammie: What do you mean?@ Fubuka: Oh, no! We were supposed to buy dinner too, weren’t we?֍ Inno: That’s right! So now we are all gonna starve. Together!The novelty of someone being excited about starving doesn’t go down easy for any of the girls. Fubuka almost wishes she could be as happy about it. That’s when Weird Eyes rolls her weird eyes.
○|○ Weird Eyes: Many convenience stores over Queenstown stay open past midnight. Not to mention that it’s still early for most of the stores and restaurants to close. We are not starving.֍ Inno: Awwwwww, but this could have been such a learnin experience for them…@ Fubuka: Sammie, you are up. Go get food.@ Sammie: What? No. We are back already. You can’t tell me what to do anymore.@ Fubuka: I don’t care. You didn’t help us carry shit. Go get food or so help me.But Weird Eyes is ‘hmmm’ing.○|○ Weird Eyes: I do think there is no need for that. Rest assured, Inno, you will get your lesson. Sammie, would you mind?Weird Eyes hands Sammie her own phone. Who hesitates to pick it up.○|○ Weird Eyes: Would you order delivery for me?֍ Sammie: Um. It’s ok. Thank you.○|○ Weird Eyes: Pretty please?֍ Sammie: But why me?The distress in Sammie’s voice is only accentuated by how her eyes dart around as if looking for an exit.֍ Sammie: B-but it’s Fubuka’s fault too.֍ Fubuka: You know, I was gonna make that call myself. ֍ Sammie: Fine by me, go ahead.֍ Fubuka: /Was/.Sammie winces.֍ Inno: Hey, I think she is learnin.
That harrowing experience came, at least, with the perk of picking where to call. The steaming fried rice overflows from the styrofoam containers everyone is taking from, mixed with pork, scrambled eggs, diced onions, minced garlic, ginger, broccoli, and seasoned with onions sauce.○|○ Weird Eyes: Good job, Sammie. This is delicious. Mmmmmmmmm!Sammie just pretends she didn’t hear that and continues to drown her shame with oil. It wasn’t a ‘good job’. Convincing the receptionist that ‘There Will Come Soft Rains’ is Ray Bradbury’s magnum opus is not a ‘good job’. One can make do with much less rapport. The quiet, eerie spinning of the eternal fans above seems to convey as much.֍ Inno: So what happun? Why so late?֍ Fubuka: [b]Nothing[/b]. Sammie is a retard. We got a bunch of cleaning equipment. And I’m tired.Fubuka chews in silence.○|○ Weird Eyes: Um… Sammie is a…?֍ Sammie: Ignore it. Fubuka is like that. She thinks being mean and saying ugly words makes you an adult. But anyway: Weird Eyes have you made any enemies here before? Are there any Magical Girl groups here we need to be aware of?○|○ Weird Eyes: Enemies? Why do you ask?֍ Sammie: I was considering that we may have been exposed all this time… to attacks… and dangers…֍ Inno: Oh, your jus bein paranoid as usual.֍ Sammie: Q-quiet, you.○|○ Weird Eyes: I do think there’s no need to worry, Sammie. I find them endearing, the Magical Girls of Queenstown. Would there be any real danger I would not have brought three cute disciples here.֍ Sammie: Oh. I see.Sammie goes quiet. Until Fubuka punches her arm.֍ Sammie: Ouch! What the hell?֍ Fubuka: Apologize, you dumb fuck.֍ Sammie: Why? And what gives you the right to harm me?֍ Fubuka: You. You just called Inno’s friend a traitor.○|○ Weird Eyes: I’m, um, also your biggest sister, you know? That you can rely on me, perhaps?֍ Sammie: Inno! She’s punching me!֍ Inno: Fubuka.֍ Fubuka: Yes, teacher?֍ Inno: I know you mean well, but every punch you throw makes you dumber.Fubuka opens her mouth almost in confusion but then it suddenly hits her that what Inno said reeks of unexpected depth. So she closes it.
֍ Inno: Somethin fishy goin on, eh, Weird Eyes?○|○ Weird Eyes: I am not familiar enough with the girls yet, but it is quite blatant.֍ Sammie: W-what could be? Don’t listen to Inno, she- wha-!Sammie gets startled by Ellie suddenly waving her arms around.֍ Ellie: Ɯƹƺ ƔƐƝƜ ɷʮθψɸʮ! Џ ƔƐƝƜ Ɣ!/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ellie says: We got stalked by some creep! Who might be a spy!For once, Fubuka and Sammie wear the exact same face.֍ Ellie: ƻƼƱȿ ɸʮθ Aʮθψϟƹ ƐƝƜΛϟƹƺ ɷɸɷɸʮθɸAϟƹƺ ƁƂƔ!/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ellie says: And we went after her, but Fubuka and Sammie were busy fawning over one another!○|○ Weird Eyes: Faw…ning?Again, the very same face.֍ Inno: Slow down, wut’s this about a stalker?But Ellie keeps going. As if still chasing her./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ellie says: I just- I just- tried my best, I really did! But she got away! The- some curses don’t have a literal translation from Teegardenian to English.Inno just looks at the girls. That’s all she does. And it’s enough.֍ Fubuka: It doesn’t matter.Tense silence. Even Ellie feels it, the shift.And they all know what’s coming.Eyebrows lifted, teeth bared slightly, Inno looks away too late֍ Inno: …fffffffuck-and Fubuka notices.
֍ Fubuka: …Teacher?֍ Inno: Yes, love?֍ Fubuka:...is something the matter?The way Fubuka says it. It’s over. Sammie knows it’s over. From Weird Eyes’s shoulder, Kyubey didn’t translate, not even through telepathy- and yet Ellie knows it’s over. It’s only Weird Eyes who is surveying the battlefield, lost as to where the landmines are.֍ Inno: It’s nothing, sunshine.֍ Fubuka: So it’s something, then.Fubuka’s eyes change.֍ Fubuka: Teacher: you promised.Ellie covers herself with the octopuses: if they love her, they will die for her. ○|○ Weird Eyes: Um… perhaps I should leave?֍ Inno: Pff. Course not. You are family too. Or did you just want the strawberries on the cake?Weird Eyes scoffs, but playfully.○|○ Weird Eyes: Of course not.Inno doesn’t sigh. She does hesitate to look at Fubuka, but when she does it’s with, almost, the usual harmony.֍ Inno: Fubuka, Sammie, Ellie.There’s nothing special about the way Inno says it, and yet the three of the trio find themselves tensing up.֍ Inno: If this girl could outrun Ellie it’s only cuz she’s a Magical Girl.֍ Sammie: …yes.֍ Fubuka: Yes, teacher; the stalker is a Magical Girl.֍ Inno: …oh.When Inno looks at Ellie, the alien says something in teegardenian but leaves it half-finished, never to be translated. ֍ Inno: The stalker… odds are it was a Magical Girl. You three are my world, so I know you’d figure as much. What did you do when Ellie went after her?Sammie realizes that lying to a Coordinator could lead her to a dead end.֍ Sammie: I… went after the stalker first. Ellie teleported then.֍ Fubuka: I stood behind to… take care of the stuff.֍ Inno: I see. Why?֍ Sammie: Why what?Inno looks at the floor.֍ Inno: Why didn’t you run away? Back to this Shop here? When a dangerous Magical Girl showed up, who could have harmed you or your sisters?Inno never got mad at them. She never scolded any of them, or punished them to fix their behavior. Lectures aren’t her thing either, as Inno herself tends to doze off when Sammie goes on for too long. No. She does something that the three of them consider to be far worse.She gets sadand that makes Fubuka chew on her very polished nails.
֍ Inno: Sammie: that girl could have tortured you. Mutilated you. Turned you into a Witch, then kill you to eat your Soul Gem.Fubuka is already crying softly. Sammie can’t even look up.֍ Inno: It’s not a joke. Some Magical Girls do that. No police can save you. And Fubuka: no place is safer than /together/.Fubuka just looks.֍ Inno: I don’t care about the stuff, love. I care about y’three. The stuff? We can get it again. I can mug some folks for it. Steal tires. I dunno. But you three? If your sisters are in danger, you shouldn’t stay behind. This world is much bleaker than you three think.○|○ Weird Eyes: Inno… They are young. Ellie is still a kid. Perhaps they just wanted to have fun. Know new people, make new friends.֍ Inno: An I want em to do that, but… we can’t.Inno shakes her head.֍ Inno: Not like that. Not so freely. Wish we could. Ellie.It’s Kyubey Ellie looks at, who’s talking to her.֍ Inno: Next time, come find me. This one’s on me. I shouldn’t have been so lax bout it all. I could have gotten one of you killed tonight.○|○ Weird Eyes: No, Inno, no. You’ve loosened their reins because I told you Queenstown is safe. And I still stand by that.֍ Inno: It’s a flip of the coin, with new Magical Girls. I don’t think I can imagine what would happen if they lost it.Fubuka is balling her eyes out. But->>֍F(M4 Perception φ Roll: 57 = Success)<< (Reaction to sadness.)-she holds it together, choking on her tears. She made Inno sad. Inno could leave her. But if she breaks now that won’t make her teacher want to stay.>>֍S(M3 Mind φ Roll: 88 = Success)<< (Reaction to sadness.)Sammie still considers that the stalker could have been a huge problem long-term. And yet… she did flip that coin. At the very least, she’d like to think that it was for a good reason: to protect her new family.>>֍E(M3 Mind φ Roll: 98 = Critical Success)<< (Reaction to sadness.)Ellie doesn’t give a FUCK.֍ Fubuka: I’m so sorry, Teacher Inno. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, Teacher Inno. I’m so-This time it’s Sammie who slaps the back of Fubuka’s head, who miraculously does nothing about it.֍ Sammie: I’m sorry. I was thinking too far ahead.֍ Ellie: FƱƐk.Inno gives the trio a tender smile.֍ Inno: Look after each other. That’s all I want.The Christmas lights bounce red and blue from Fubuka’s cheeks.༺༻༺༻༺༻֍֍○|○֍֍༺༻༺༻༺༻
aight guys! a bunch of stuff was left out cuz, and i aint no bullshitting you fine dice-teethed african oil tycoons, i was writing that update in a bar minutes from my long-distance bus leaving. that's right, i waged my fucking soul for that one. worry not, the rest will come, cuz thats just the end of day one, not the thread!that being said, it is about time we observe tradition, and what tradition demands is feedback timeguca royale: transit city is one serious fucking departure from the rest of it, and a month later we aren't even at the meat of it. this time, the girls are sticking together right off the bat, through thick and thin, quite different from both Osaka and BA and even from Mini halfway throughsowutchu think about this new format? about the story itself? the characters? the cow ellie met? i'll have to rest a few days so let's talk about it while i sort shit back and regain my sleep schedule
>>6350423>waged my fucking soul for that onelove ya QM, no homo>wutchu think about this new format? Haven't seen the other one, but I like how it's going>about the story itself? it's great, it's a setting I haven't seen before, same with the premise (haven't really seen coordinators before, not to mention playing as one), the found family is of course, amazing>the characters? love em, everyone is distinct, the interactions are perfect, literally can't complain>the cow ellie met? adorable, Ellie doesn't appreciate what she has, little alien disney princess
>>6350423>end of day one>not end of thread>a whole fucking month with ups and downs>a big update herelove and dedication, what else could I say when I have lost the right to call out gigapostsand I am going to cook up another one soon>feedback timeQM, hope that I am not too demanding as a player also, since I have been here there is a fuckload of pastebins within this threadJust tell me where are the parts you need me to complete asap, get a section of story done whenever I could think of, if would be nice to consolidate things into one, etcalso I always feel like I have been spamming the thread towards limit aAAAAAaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa>depature from the past>format, story, charactersit sure is, compared to others actions now affects each other much more. Fellow gucas having to clean up each other's fuckups, like any one of us poofed Inno will be devastated as fuck. the guilt is real and that says about the relation buildup you have made since the start of the storythinking of it glad that we got a guide character i.e. Inno. Coordinator start is like hell difficulity compared to regular guca start without existing knowledge to figure things out I guess, especially the damm cat is not going to do anything about it. also thank god we skipped the meguca-witch reality shockThe girls are all so endearing their interactions all very cute (I am at loss of better words.). totally looking forward to everyone's guca form to slap guca bitches or just in coordinator formality.>the cowMOOOOOOOOOOOOOO>EllieEllie anon described before the start that she probably moves funny and smells funny. I still want to know how her musculature is and what sort of chemical cocktail her body cooks up to smell funny to earthlings.There are times I imagined Barras smelled like a decades old rice grain bucket with a hint of ripening papaya skin, while Klarver would have the birb smell I know, like a mix of bleached paper and sliced ginseng
>>6350423I really enjoy this quest, it feels great playing it with the gucas and you QM. There's something about this and BA that are like crack to my brain, like you somehow perfected the "formula" for multiplayer quests. Fun Fact, you inspired me back in BA days to start QMing on my own, it wasn't that good but it was something before life put a pause on that.>thats just the end of day oneI can imagine everything from the intro to that last "Christmas lights bounce red and blue from Fubuka’s cheeks" animated in 4k by starved artists and shipped on BlueRay as the first episode to Meguca Royale S2. >wutchu think about this new format?Starting from the middle of the story is a good choice IMO and it feels "tighter" than the previous works. Like how in BA the Unholy Sixtet split to pursue Hush, the witch, Imeredalussy, etc. here it certainly feels like we are to look for one another, at least that's how I perceived it.>the story itselfIt feels like the calm before the storm, like the last quiet moments before the girls will get sucked into local guca politics and rivalries harder than the British East Indies Company into Indian Raj Musical Chairs>the charactersLove 'em, Love 'em, Love 'em. Simmie and Fubuka have a great synergy with one another to which Ellie bounces within and without. It's been pretty hard getting in character with Ellie, ironically enough for her creator, mostly due to her lack of verbal speech but I think I'm getting on the right path.>the cow ellie metI name her Petunia.>>6350606>how her musculature isThat comment was mostly me trying to add some uncanny valley potential to Ellie, like imagine being night, lights are out, there are some hostiles magical girls and Ellie uses her teleportation, night vision and PA to scare them like the daughter of Sadako and the Xenomorph. Other than that, I had in mind the idea of Teegardeners evolving from ambush predators on their shadowy world rather than persistent chasers like humans, from ambush hunters that started trying to move alongside the herds of their pray, then to modify the routes of the heard through use of fire like that Australian bird, then they discover how to make fire themselves and calories to up -> brain gets smarter.>smell funny to earthlingsI imagined her smelling like banana with oregano.
busy as fuck day!>adorable, Ellie doesn't appreciate what she has, little alien disney princess>MOOOOOOOOOOOOOO>I name her Petunia.the feedback that will save us>>6350556>haven't really seen coordinators before, not to mention playing as onemagia record, where coordinators come from, is pretty obscure. im kinda worried about getting to the meat of the quest (the actual coordinations) but it is reassuring that you are having fun so far. it's thanks to miharuanon that this quest exists, but it thanks to you now that it keeps going>>6350606>and I am going to cook up another one soonafter this post i'll keep reading the !transit city blog>hope that I am not too demanding as a playeri watch your drawings whenever a need an injection of motivation to start writing earlier. the lore of your worlds is great too, even though it does take me a while to properly go through it. sammie's votes are a bit vague at times too and come with many addendums like her own thought process, so i often got stuck making sure i got the intent right>Just tell me where are the parts you need me to complete asapwe agreed that sammie using her magic draws all the information she has stored in her notes, be it in digital or physical form, so they would make her transformations more stable. however, i still don't know how or when would all that worldbuilding and characters come into play outside of sammie's head. the caveat or the context, memories, and personalities of her characters remaining when transformed still holdsinstead of polishing the backstory and narrative of sammie's stories, i'd think first of possible situations that sammie would have to face, then concoct a character that would be suited for them>>6350652>Fun Fact, you inspired me back in BA days to start QMing on my own,omg rly? which was it?>before life put a pause on that.wish i didnt understand this so well>and shipped on BlueRay as the first episode to Meguca Royale S2.it reaches the wrong audience because the cover of the blue ray is just Petunia. however a few months down the line farmers are seen dressing like magical girls>it feels "tighter" than the previous worksthat was the exact intent. this time, i've decided to start from the most important part and then spread for the background and details later, like ellie's lore>Imeredalussylmfao>It's been pretty hard getting in character with Elliei think its going pretty well. just do what you feel like. i find communication without words to be the most fulfilling, which is why i had so much fun writing helen back then>to scare them like the daughter of Sadako and the Xenomorphi wonder how they'd react to ellie's four arms coming out of the dark. she's pale enough to be upsetting even in broad daylight. sadly, the sun isn't scared of her, and ellie has already learned well enough not to fuck with even if its prettier than the red dwarf back at teegarden b
but fr, thankie for all the happy words! a qm can live two weeks on a good compliment, so with this many i'll tell my landlady to fuck off and invest on that weird eyes dakimura insteadonto the travel log!>pic relatedi dig how this kids playground looks, also that turtle> I'd admit it's fun to be dumb sometimessome niggas are good for setting the mood and we should be grateful for them. serious adults acting all adult-like are hardly ever that much fun>that christmas decor>Harbourfront MRTi thought it was another shopping centre at first. i know i'd have to slave my fucking ass off just to enjoy ten minutes of sightseeing if i moved there, but its still tempting>Eating in restaurants here are generally expensive as fuck, like around three times the price. Fast food like Macs and whatever fried chicken is also two times more expensive than just eating in hawker centres. So went back here for dinner. Finim under the impression that hawker centres could end up being even cheaper than cooking. i try to be healthy and not order delivery, but for fucks sake sometimes the price difference isn't worthy all that time spent cookingomg wait its already over. thanks for the tour, it was really enjoyable for someone who wanted a good look of how !transit city actually looks like. my area is quite more rural, so maybe i'm just a sucker for clean looking spaces
Not much could be done that night that late and with a mood like that. Much to Sammie’s dismay, the pump that forever bent her back forward will have to wait until tomorrow to power that water gun, as the electric outlets still remain unsealed and the electronics unwrapped. Therefore, the bathroom remains unclean as well.֍ Inno: …hhhrrrrrr…!Someone snores as if angry. It’s Inno. Loud and long, it’s like her roars warn predators. The spare time and motivation such an endless day had left them was at least enough for the Coordinators to set both air beds inside the men’s bathroom, where they both now cover the entire room side to side. An oversight had been made, neither bed came with the means to inflate them, and since a water pump and an air pump are vastly different things Ellie passed out by breathing too hard into one of them֍ Ellie: …ϋ…the same where she now lies unconscious, next to Sammie. Who can’t sleep.֍ Sammie: …Ellie’s arms are, again, the only frail light holding back darkness. Fubuka was too shaken up so Inno took her to sleep together in the same bed. Weird Eyes, who ended up staying, ended up sleeping inside one of the wagons because there was no room for her.֍ Fubuka: …sowwy… sowwy…And even though the biggest sister kept saying ‘IT’S FINE’, Sammie thinks that maybe it’s not and that maybe she wanted someone to ask her in.֍ Ellie: …!The bed trembles. Ellie opens her eyes. She turns and looks at Sammie, then at Fubuka sleeping between Inno’s arms, then automatically crawls over to sleep between Inno and Fubuka. Sammie is left alone in the dark. With those white arms further away, she can’t even see her own hands anymore. As usual, she feels so glad to be left alone to do what she wants, even if it’s just to spread her arms and legs all over the bed.֍ Sammie: …Yet she doesn’t.֍ Sammie: …Something stirs. Sammie closes her eyes. When Inno picks her up, Sammie doesn’t peek. When Inno lays with her next to Ellie and Fubuka, Sammie doesn’t flinch. When Inno’s arm wraps around her head, Sammie falls asleep.
Hope you had a jolly time, ma gucas.
◕ Because she ran so much chasing a Soul Gem, Sammie gets +1 Physical Affinity £.◕ Because she didn’t turn into a Witch to eat Sammie’s head, Fubuka gets +1 Wisdom ⸫.◕ Because cow, Ellie gets +1 Intelligence π.〜〜〜When Sammie opens her eyes, she finds both Fubuka and Ellie already up sitting next to Inno on the air bed, all in their sleepwear while their teacher just slept dressed as usual. Ellie is wearing a blue shirt with black crabs and black shorts with blue crabs, Sammie is wearing a plain black t-shirt and sleep pants with a lumberjack pattern, and Fubuka’s hair is done in twintails held by red ribbons as she wears a pink, short-sleeved dress pajama with blue accents. The sisters share glances in silent acknowledgement: it’s about to start. It lasts between five and six seconds each day. It’s the time between Inno waking up and saying her first word of the day, with her hair all disheveled and eyes all groggy, those few seconds where she seems like the stupidly beautiful woman they’d take her for if they didn’t know better.֍ Inno: …Inno opens her eyes. Her golden hair is scattered all over the octopus she used as a pillow. She yawns. She spreads her arms.֍ Inno: I dreamed that Ellie was a ticking time bomb.Then it’s over. Nodding slightly, the trio mourns the loss as one. Until Fubuka explodes with laughter.֍ Sammie: -the hell is wrong with- OH N-HAHAHAHA???֍ Fubuka: N-NO, TEACHER HAHAHA NO I’M OLD!As if playing professional Twister, Sammie and Fubuka squirm and contort all over the air bed as Inno tickles them mercilessly. When Sammie breaks free because Fubuka tried, something pulls her back, a tentacle held by Ellie’s hand.֍ Sammie: NO YOU TRAITOR NOOWho finishes the job, finding no joy in business as Sammie laughs and kicks the air.○|○ Weird Eyes: And here I thought I’d hear the best joke ever.Fubuka is spared, hyperventilating as she drowns in air. It’s the biggest sister at the door, wearing a sharp smile while also glaring at the empty queen size air bed right in front of her. Sammie reverse judo-locks Ellie and pins her down, the alien meekly letting it happen֍ Sammie: No! A joke requires timing, creativity, and charisma! This is just Innocence in denial, acting like a little girl as usual!֍ Inno: But I am a little Magical Guuurrrl.֍ Sammie: We’ve been over this. You are NOT a Magical /Girl/.○|○ Weird Eyes: My, my! Then what would that make me?Sammie gets stuck looking at Weird Eyes. But then, she looks at Fubuka, who squints her eyes a bit, then nods.֍ Sammie: No, you still count. You still count as a Magical Girl.֍ Fubuka: Yeah, totally.○|○ Weird Eyes: …but what does that mean?!The perfect lady quickly learns that she’ll forever have to live with the doubt, as the girls have already started changing their clothes, taking turns to protect each other from Inno’s claws.
The Christmas lights remain as bright as the night before, yet the three girls find them dazzling as they surround the sudden Christmas tree.֍ Sammie: What in tarnation?It has lights of its own, all white, flickering at a faster rhythm. A red tinsel garland spirals around it from the bottom, between the red and green baubles hanging from its spiky leaves. ֍ Sammie: …At the very top is a star, a shining star, but it’s the star of a red satanic pentagram surrounded by a circle. Sammie’s jaw is left forgotten.֍ Fubuka: …!But at the bottom are small boxes neatly wrapped in colorful paper depicting pines and snowflakes, though one has a wrestler’s shouting head repeated around it.Inno & Weird Eyes: Merry Christmas!Sammie points at the tree as if it had a slur written over it.֍ Sammie: We are nowhere near Christmas by any logical conception! Going by the religious perspective, this would be blasphemy, by any other it would simply be pointless.֍ Inno: Ayy. I see yer point. But is it pointless if it lets you eat- pudding?○|○ Weird Eyes: Taran!What Weird Eyes takes from behind her back, what she holds between her arms, is a pile of circular red packages, clearly store-bought and at a bulk discount.֍ Inno: Me and Weird Eye here-֍ Sammie: -Weird Eyes and me-֍ Inno: -decided to reward your efforts so far with a lit celebration. Go on, pick one. But only one, eh.֍ Fubuka: Hehe, but Teacher Inno, pudding is a dessert.֍ Sammie: Is /that/ what concerns you? Out of all things?֍ Fubuka: You should care about getting fat.Sammie decides not to honor that with an answer. She simply takes one of the boxed puddings from Weird Eyes’s arms- the one at the bottom, so the oldest yelps as she tries to keep balance.
֍ Inno: s’what are you waitin for? Go on.Inno pushes Ellie towards the bright Christmas tree, then picks up the gift at the bottom herself. Ellie holds the box with too many wrestlers quizzically, her eyes following Inno’s fingers as the teacher unwraps the paper carefully, then as she rips it open out of frustration.֍ Inno: Merry Christmas, Ellie.Inside the box is an even smaller box, which makes Ellie tilt her head in slight annoyance. Worried about finding an even smaller box inside the small box, the alien slides the cover up, only to find her own face in a small mirror instead.֍ Fubuka: It’s a cellphone!֍ Sammie: Ellie got a cellphone? But she can’t- even-/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ellie says: Thank you.Kyubey jumps on Weird Eye’s shoulder, steady even as Ellie stares daggers at him. Fubuka lets a little whimper as Inno pushes her present against her, then smiles like a dog. Someone taps Sammie’s shoulder gently, and it’s Weird Eyes holding a box with snowflakes.○|○ Weird Eyes: Merry Christmas, Sammie.֍ Sammie: M-merry Christmas…They open them at once.Two cellphones.֍ Fubuka: Yaaaay!! I got a cellphone!Fubuka jumps on Inno and hugs her.֍ Fubuka: You are the best, Inno! I love you so many lots!֍ Inno: Oh, but that was We-○|○ Weird Eyes: Hush, you. Sammie, do you like your present?֍ Sammie: W-well, they will be useful. Inno kept hogging hers to play video-games, so-֍ Fubuka: The best!Ellie touches the small screen over and over. New things pop each time she does. She tries using the tentacle of one of her octopus plushies to investigate.○|○ Weird Eyes: Makes you wonder what they have in Teegarden, doesnt it? Instead of Christmas.֍ Fubuka: They have Christmas too, with their own Santa. What kind of question is that?Fubuka doesn’t mind having Inno carry her. She even gets to cross her arms over her chest with that smug grin.֍ Sammie: But Santa… doesn’t… didn’t give us these. Our older sisters did.֍ Fubuka: So? It’s not Christmas.“But Santa isn’t real”. Sammie chokes on the words, grabbing her head with both hands instead. When Ellie sees her, she grabs her head too on reflex.֍ Sammie: …Then why are we even celebrating it- AHUGM?!From Inno’s arms, Fubuka slammed a piece of pudding inside Sammie’s mouth, then looked her dead in the eyes; the gesture was enough to prevent Sammie from going on a tirade. Neither could explain why, but they did understand. They are Magical Girls. They might not live to greet Santa’s reindeers.>Ellie gets a cellphone.>Fubuka gets a cellphone.>Sammie gets a cellphone.>???
>>6351918merry christmas maaa guca>>6349149and i didnt skip this one lel. meri kurisumasu for you too and to fubukanon who i refuse to call twobukanon. hope yall had a wonderful night and ate tonsbtw!!! i recall some prompts that were left off, mainly sammies regarding cleaning shit up; im gonna ask to have them redo and included in these new ones. thinkin back a bit it was pretty merciful of me to handle the details of the transportation of the stuff, so now i wanna see you guys using aaaall that stuff individually to clean shop. y'all now have internet access so the girls can google shit much like you candetail: while the girls did change clothes the showerheads still haven't been set, and now the air beds span the whole roombit late merry chrismas! also fuck captcha
>>6352008>yay holidaysI grew fat from eating lots in a tropical climate where it would be weird to hide blubber with thick clothes>PA increaseviking berserker power getto dazeAlthough this is related to dex I shall maintain a Sammie inquest trip count lol currently 2?>the merciful QMThe moment I see you portrayed Fubuka did not have a dustpan when sweeping I know I can’t slack on promptsNow god forbid I miss anything for cleaning, Fubuka should have bought tape for rathole sealing but that should work for temporarily sealing electric outlets to suffer some accidental splash. Or I am going to make a 12 year old girl inspect an industrial power supply capable delivering killer currents>>6352006>>Actions!>-When you get a brand new phone with a brand new number, of course you have to exchange contacts with your family, that’s what a phone is for. Also what kind of instant messaging app they use>-check internet connectivity. Actually, ask Weird Eyes if there is a limit on data so you don’t use up by streaming Magical Girl Drillface while travelling across the city>-start cleaning the washrooms first. Sequence:> - -Figure out how to operate the water gun and pump. Did the guys in the hardware store taught Sammie how to use it?> - -take away airbed, put electronics somewhere not cleaning right now, wrap them up in a bag and put together with the important stuff so we don't confuse it as trash> - -Check the location of drain hole. Plan cleaning starting from locations furthest away towards drainholes> - -turn on the super strong flashlight because we gonna unplug everything> - -seal the outlets, both the edges and the surface with plug holesDoes this count as "prepare for cleaning" action, there are so many things just to ensure shit does not go wrong. Am I playing IRL quest feat meguca worldAlso I am very split if I should inspect the entire station to plan out where to clean first but better to experiment on a small scale for something they might not have done beforefuck the captcha
oh waitdo theyneed to eat breakfast???
>>6352031>I grew fat from eating lots in a tropical climate where it would be weird to hide blubber with thick clothessame. i'm already regretting it, but what good would that even do at this point lmao>Although this is related to dex I shall maintain a Sammie inquest trip count lol currently 2?pa still works. dex is about fine motor skills, ergo using that strength in the most efficient way while pa is just the raw strength itself>Or I am going to make a 12 year old girl inspect an industrial power supply capable delivering killer currentsthankfully, megucas are really sturdy! but yeah, sealing the outlets with tape is better than nothing imho>Does this count as "prepare for cleaning" actionyes, and i like it. we have to go step by step to give room for things to happen if they have to>Also I am very split if I should inspect the entire station to plan out where to clean first but better to experiment on a small scale for something they might not have done beforefeel totally free to go for surveiyance first. i won't rush, instead i'll just make short prompts to move things along>do they need to eat breakfast???the true question isis pudding breakfast
>>6352074>meguca sturdy>con 1 paper megucaremind me to remind Sammie wear gloves when handling thick ass cables>sealing with tapeneed at least an IP54>sequenceI shall adopt this format then>station inspectionI was thinking might be better if they have a place to shower first. Need to take some time to connect some pipes and install showerheads. We still got 6 days for the water jet spray to clean the rest of the station. And depending on the tunnel condition, we might need to salvage bricks upstairs to build walls for preventing other things travelling through the rails and slamming into the wagons here>is pudding breakfastit depends on the continuum of people consider a meal as the carb-fibre-protein set to whatever edible and gives energyand it also depends if the person has mealtimes or just eat whenever hungrysowhat sort each member of the coordinator troupe is
>>6352006>+1 wisdomthe clapping monkey has been upgraded to a hamster wheel Merry christmas holidays, QM>is pudding breakfastif you don't want to be FAT, it's caloric enough, and has enough sugar to last Fubuka until Lunch (or perhaps a pre-lunch snack time) >???>ACTION>-Help take out everything out of the bathroom, preferably before Sammie starts spraying water everywhere>-Tell everyone to actually use the bathroom before it's gonna be unavailable for like hours, or something (and do so yourself)>-Stay out of the bathroom after that,(as Sammie will no doubt mess something up, and you don't want to be in the splash zone when that happens)>-Get a broom, sweep dust around the main station, sweep into piles, don't bother picking the piles up (you plan get a dustpan later today)(if someone makes a mess of those piles, you will kill them)
and merry christmas to everyone else too, of course
>>6352255>Sammie will no doubt mess something upthe distrust, I'm horrifiedShe is an okay girl if her introverted autistic reflexes did not kick in or if the rolls did not betray her>bathroom unavailable for hoursspeaking of which is both the ladies and gents washroom functioning? like everything from the plumbing to the electric outlets. could have just transferred power source to the other washroom for the lights outside.also I forgot how does the celling look like? the sort with exposed pipes and hvac ducts? or covered in panels? either way it will be a nightmare to clean them because that shit can't be sprayed with high pressure jets and needs to be cleaned manually. actually should guguru vids for how people clean air ducts / celling panels then buy equipment laterand for thatwe forgot to buya ladder
>>6352267>the distrust, I'm horrifiedshe has to build up some reliability back up after yesterday's "accidentally stripping Fubuka in the middle of a street" (though she is already getting brownie points by not insulting Fubuka every second sentence, even if Fubuka doesn't consciously acknowledge it)
>>6352031-When you get a brand new phone with a brand new number, of course you have to exchange contacts with your family, that’s what a phone is for. Also what kind of instant messaging app they usek!>check internet connectivity. Actually, ask Weird Eyes if there is a limit on data so you don’t use up by streaming Magical Girl Drillface while travelling across the cityk!>Figure out how to operate the water gun and pump. Did the guys in the hardware store taught Sammie how to use it?yep. but if you want sammie to use it you are rolling an int1 anyway and a dex1 to not fuck up cause im evil>take away airbed, put electronics somewhere not cleaning right now, wrap them up in a bag and put together with the important stuff so we don't confuse it as trashk!>Check the location of drain hole. Plan cleaning starting from locations furthest away towards drainholesk!>seal the outlets, both the edges and the surface with plug holesper 2 to not miss any>>6352255>and has enough sugar to last Fubuka until Lunchso if ellie has nothing to say everyone is having christmas pudding for breakfastdamn i wouldn't be against it myself, shit is tasty>Help take out everything out of the bathroom, preferably before Sammie starts spraying water everywherek!>Tell everyone to actually use the bathroom before it's gonna be unavailable for like hours, or something (and do so yourself)>Stay out of the bathroom after that,k!>Get a broom, sweep dust around the main station, sweep into piles, don't bother picking the piles up (you plan get a dustpan later today)int1 to sweep properly. we had rolled before for fubuka knowing the basics of cleaning stuff and we didn't for fubuka sweeping the first time, so lets do it this time cause evil>>6352267>speaking of which is both the ladies and gents washroom functioning?both are. the woman's bathroom was a disaster but now it's bearable, it's where you slept. the men's bathroom wasn't as bad, but now it's worse to the women's by comparison in terms of being dirty and having clogged toilets>could have just transferred power source to the other washroom for the lights outsidethe outlets on the men's bathroom work, so it's doable>also I forgot how does the celling look like? the sort with exposed pipes and hvac ducts?nope! it's covered in dirty ceiling panels holding some light tubes.dude im gonna have to sketch the subway station lawlwe gonna go architect on this shit>a ladderinb4 human ladder
Rolled 86, 48, 60, 59, 2, 36, 80 = 371 (7d100)>>6352006>>Actions>Have breakfast with the girls>Exolore the subway station some more, if it's like those of Teegarden B, then there should be a portion for maintenance workers/emergency bunker>Explore the abandoned subway tunnel too>In both cases, look for a ladder and/or useful equippment left behind.>Once/If that is found and brought back, help clean up the station.Ellie's eyes are best suited for dark spaces, finding bodies lost equippment should be easy enough if it's there.Have a bunch of rolls right now because I have to go to bed because my sleep schedule is FUCKED
Rolled 54, 39, 49 = 142 (3d100)>>6352291>int, dex, perThe world is evil.>human ladderI don't trust Fubuka to not squirm if a dead rat dropped from these panels while removing it.also wtf captcha
>got bored>realise actually never ate christmas pudding in my entire life>QM says it's tasty might as well check it out>it has fucktons of raisinsI am going to pick these little shits out one by one to just make the thing ediblethe trauma of my kindergarden breaks giving small red boxes containing things that look like rat droppings, smell like rat droppings and feels like moist rat droppings will never go away
Rolled 45 (1d100)>>6352291>int1 to sweep properly
gym, then postguisssss i wanna know your schedules! if we find the OPTIMAL POSTING HOUR it will help the pacing a lot. votes wont always be made on time cuz life, but it would help. i think erikanons limit would be right about this hour, right? what about you two
>>6352561either starting from an hour ago, need to sleepbeyond this timing I would need to resort to remote posting or the other IPor around 10 hours to 6 hours agothe sun is not up here yet
ok post tomorrow morningit aint easy
Rolled 91 (1d100)alsosammie m2 mind rollno big dealjust ignore this
In a dark alley, there is a hole. In the hole, deep below, creaking steel bars hold back darkness. Through the darkness, down the broken escalator, across the maze, is a being from beyond the starsannoyed, holding an octopus plushie.The tentacle pokes over and over on the small, shining screen of the cellphone, but the secrets of the device continue to elude Ellie. Despite being the bearer of ancient alien knowledge (since her grandpa taught her how to shoot bubbles out of her mouth, so it counts) she reluctantly side-eys Kyubey, standing on Weird Eyes’s shoulder, who still remains her only way of asking Inno for lollipops. >֍E: Have breakfast with the girls.After like three or four steps, Ellie drops her butt next to Inno, joining the girls sitting by the shiny and sparkly Christmas tree. Inno is already digging the package with her nails, Weird Eyes is already cutting her own in half, Sammie is picking and spitting raising from inside her mouth, and Fubuka is watching her in utter disgust. Ellie opens her own, this weird alien meal, picks the spoon Weird Eyes offers her, and claws the pudding with her bare hands anyway; she’s copying someone else. Inno glances. Then grins. There’s this thing Ellie does whenever she eats, which is to open her mouth fully before taking a bite, no matter how small the portion. When Weird Eyes hands half of her pudding to Inno, the teacher starts copying Ellie too, leaving the rest of the girls widely confused.>֍S: Check the instant messaging app.The ball is green and has a white phone in it: it’s Whatsapp. Sammie grabs Ellie’s, who doesn’t even notice, and notices that the start screen of both cellphones is exactly the same. The layout too: black and generic, the three cellphones share the brand and model.>֍S: Ask Weird Eyes if there’s a limit on data.֍ Sammie: Weird Eyes, what’s the data plan on these?○|○ Weird Eyes: Singtel 5G, if I do recall. All three already come with their SIM Cards and numbers.֍ Sammie: Is the data on the monthly fee unlimited?○|○ Weird Eyes: Um… Inno?The red and blue Christmas lights behind the tree cast a humble shadow on Inno.֍ Inno: Each has like 300 gigabytes or so. If you run out of anime I’ll lend ya mine.֍ Sammie: I feel attacked.֍ Inno: Don be. I’ve been watching Drillface too, y’know. It’s nice. I like her.֍ Sammie: I… don’t know how to feel.֍ Fubuka: Feel good dumbass.֍ Sammie: You can’t ask people for that you brainless, mass-produced, walking Barbie Malibu factory.Fubuka just chews on her pudding as if nothing; it is tasty, after all. Weird Eyes looks at one, then at the other, then at Inno who is scratching her tongue against her nails by trying to lick the pudding out of them.
○|○ Weird Eyes: Um, soooo…. Sammie; we still haven’t discussed the stalker you chased yet.֍ Sammie: Me? Oh, yes, true. Yeah.Sammie keeps eating. As if nothing. Fubuka rolls her eyes and nods at Weird Eyes frantically.○|○ Weird Eyes: Oh. So; how did she look like? You did mention she was a Magical Girl, so I take it she transformed at some point.Sammie is still not looking.֍ Sammie: Yes, she did. While she ran away. Untransformed, her appearance was unremarkable. Uniform, black hair, short stature… Quite normal. However, transformed…Sammie squints her eyes as Ellie steals her raisins. Whether she’s aware of this or not will never be revealed.֍ Sammie: Her magical form was clean and white, plastered all over with drawing and scribbles akin to signatures. The shape is hard to describe, but I recall a hood. The top was dense and packed, yet I could see her legs clearly. It’s vague, but… I think I recall her riding something. An object similar to a… paper plane.Finally, as the great fans above cut the wind, Inno looks.֍ Fubuka: You never mentioned that.֍ Sammie: You never asked?○|○ Weird Eyes: It’s Kaku!֍ Ellie: kΛkЏ?Weird Eyes’s weird eyes shine.○|○ Weird Eyes: Can you see, Inno? There was nothing to worry about from the start. The stalker is a harmless Magical Girl.֍ Sammie: I… see.Under Fubuka’s suspicious stare, Sammie keeps her cards close to her chest.
֍ Inno: So, who is this? And why has she been stalkin my girls?○|○ Weird Eyes: It’s Kaku Heart, the Origami Magical Girl. Her magical form is made of paper which she enjoys asking others to draw or scribble on. She has been observing other Magical Girls from the shadows for quite a few months already, and has become quite able at it too.֍ Fubuka: Yeah, but, like, why?Weird Eyes shrugs visibly and shakes her head as she grins.○|○ Weird Eyes: She… just wants to make friends. That is all there is to it, incredible as it may seem. So, she studies Magical Girls, to learn what they like. Fubuka’s brow frowns.֍ Fubuka: Has she tried fucking- talking?○|○ Weird Eyes: Oh! And Kaku is also an incredible artist. I must confess I requested her aid to make flyers for the new Coordinator Shop, since her ink can’t be seen by normal people.Sammie screams like a banshee, yet makes no sound that humans could discern. Meanwhile, Inno, eyes closed, smiles.֍ Inno: So you were right, then. An I was just a paranoid old lady.○|○ Weird Eyes: Yes!Weird Eyes is giddy.֍ Inno: I’m so glad…֍ Fubuka: How come we are only talking about this now?֍ Sammie: Because you aren’t all ‘I’m sowwy! I’m so sowwy!’ anymore.Sammie is all ‘I’m sowwy! I’m sowwy!’ after Fubuka leg-locks her arm and pulls.
֍ Inno: Oh, I wanted to talk about that with the girls, but- hang on a sec.Inno fucking destroys the rest of the pudding. Then burps.֍ Inno: Aight. That was all the relief. First off, part o your job as Coordinators will be to promote the shop. The flyers Weird Eyes commissioned and her mouth to mouth propaganda will jump start you, but you gotta think on it.֍ Sammie: Because it’s all part of /the test/. Isn’t it? Is /the test/ no longer just an excuse for you to laze around?/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ellie says: What does ‘mouth to mouth propaganda’ mean?֍ Fubuka: PFFF. Damn, Weird Eyes. All in for the cause, aren’t we? ○|○ Weird Eyes: W–what, oh, haha, no, Inno means-֍ Inno: Ain’t this girl cheeky, rite, biggest sister? You got my blessing to put her in her place.֍ Fubuka: No need for that, Teacher. We are just making friends. Aren’t we, biggest sister?֍ Sammie: Please. Is not being weird for five minutes too much to ask of this family? Weird Eyes, please put us back on track, as the eldest. ○|○ Weird Eyes: Right. So… As Inno explained, advertising the Shop is a must. We are already acquainted with the established teams of Magical Girls in Queenstown and some of the surrounding areas, so our target should be to reach out to the new Magical Girls, who often suffer loneliness from their first day to their very last. We will assist, of course, but we want to see your efforts as new Coordinators.Weird Eyes went from flustered to completely serious in the span of fifty seconds. And it spread. ○|○ Weird Eyes: It is for this reason that we’ve arranged for you to have your first experience today.֍ Inno: You heard it right! A few hours from now, a Magical Girl will come here and you three will finally do your job. Made you nervous, eh?The only one who isn’t by the time Inno finished talking is Ellie, until Kyubey translates via telepathy. They’ve been practicing for this ever since they met Inno, but only on each other (and never Sammie on Fubuka or viceversa).֍ Fubuka: Teacher, you mean… our first serious coordination… is today? Huh?֍ Sammie: But… we haven’t even taken a shower! We stink!֍ Fubuka: Bubububut can’t we like kill someone?/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ellie says: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.There was no need to translate that bit, or even learn Teegardenian to understand Ellie as she ran around in circles. If anyone had practiced, it was her. Whether it was dread or excitement, only her would know.֍ Inno: It’s graduation day. Today, the three of you will become bona-fide, fully-fledged Coordinators.֍ Sammie: It’s more like final exam day! Why! Why does everything you do have to be so sudden? ○|○ Weird Eyes: That would be because, in this particular case…֍ Inno: …I’m getting a job.Fubuka and Sammie and Ellie share a /look/.
It's like the pudding had never existed. As if pudding as a concept had never been invented in the first place. The crumbs littering the floor are remnants of a lost civilization, of wonderful technologies lost to time.֍ Inno: It was part of our arrangement. Can’t really fuck around much in Transit City with all those rules, and since biggest sister here stuck out her neck for us we had to set some ground rules. ○|○ Weird Eyes: Particularly, no illegal shenanigans. Inno waking up early, working, doing an honest-to-goodness 8 hour shift. To Sammie, it’s the plot of a sci-fi flick, with aliens shoehorned into the story to keep the barest semblance of realism.֍ Fubuka: But, Teacher, have you ever had a job before? I mean, with a contract and all that?֍ Inno: Te-hee, fuck no. This is a first.֍ Sammie: You know, I think this is ok. I think this is fine. Divine, somewhat. Proof of karma.֍ Fubuka: What will you be working as? You’d look super hot as a waitress, take my word for it.֍ Inno: I still don’t know. Weird Eyes didn’t tell me so I don’t get scared./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ellie says: I want to go with Inno.֍ Inno: You mean work?/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ellie says: No. ○|○ Weird Eyes: Therefore, we are rushing events along a bit because your dear teacher wanted to be there for your first time. After that, we will decide on a schedule and take turns supervising you. We will be deciding the operating hours of the Coordinator’s Shop for now.֍ Sammie: So she’s coming here, anytime now. The Magical Girl that will be our first client.֍ Inno: Yup.Sammie looks around, the more around, at the dark, dirty, humid, stinky abandoned train station they call the Coordinator’s Shop, at the broken window on one of the wagons, at the nameless green signs floating everywhere. But her eyes return to the bathroom where she slept--and its dirty walls and mirrors and air beds and toilets--that someone is coming to visit.
aight infodump done. it couldn't be helped. there was just too much to saybut! good news. the actual post is next lel
>>6352766>Fubuka is watching her in utter disgustlmao, you made me double check if I actually included calling Sammie anon a bitchass motherfucker for his shit tastethe temptation was strong
>֍S: Clean the bathroom.Whoever that Magical Girl is, if Sammie has no choice but to be associated with this travesty of a shop, she at the very least doesn’t want to be remembered by her as the girl who used that bathroom.>֍S: Figure out how to operate the water gun and pump.While Weird Eyes ara ara’s and Inno te-hees and Fubuka is a bitch as always, Sammie is deeply pondering practical concepts. The water pump has to be both plugged to a power outlet and right next to a water tank of sorts, since it has to suck water through the hose hanging from its inlet. For any of that to happen, the bathroom must be empty. Meaning, that the two queen size beds Ellie fainted to inflate have to go. Meaning, that she will have to do it again.Sammie stands and leaves the sisterhood circle by the Fake Christmas tree.>֍S: Take out the airbeds.When Ellie hears it, she bolts out as well. When Ellie sees it, she falls on her knees- as Sammie pulls open the valve of the other air bed, which also quickly becomes like a gargantuan raisin. The alien says nothing as her sister walks past her dragging both corpses behind her, as if the dead didn’t deserve honor. When Fubuka stops giggling and takes notice of Sammie carrying the water pump into the men’s bathroom, as Inno blurts something that makes Weird Eyes wave her hands in panic, the smallest blonde heeds the urge and rushes inside as well.֍ Fubuka: What are you doing?As if tired, Sammie drops the pump on the floor and turns to address/confront her sister.֍ Sammie: I believe in you, Fubuka. With the power of friendship, even you can figure it out.֍ Fubuka: Yeah dumbass but there’s still shit we need to take out.>֍F: Help take out everything out of the bathroom.Inno’s laptop is still there, still barely between both sinks, still barely not falling into any of them, its screen still displaying a boxer about to punch a silverback gorilla. The charger is also there, connected to the device and plugged into one of the outlets.֍ Sammie: I was totally going to see it. I have to plug the showerhead into the faucet to fill the bucket.֍ Fubuka: What about this?Under the sink, at the only corner spared by the air bed, is the gas-powered camping stove. Sammie pouts: that device is designed to get wet anyway. But the mumbling Fubuka just picks it up in haste, so when Sammie goes to pick up the laptop her hand meets Fubuka’s and the bookworm shrieks and backs off. Silently, the red-eyed golden-hair meets her with a single raised eyebrow; the mnemic thunder had sent Sammie back to Kaku’s drawings. Fubuka takes the laptop and charger anyway, along the stove.
>֍F: Tell everyone to use the bathroom.Inno is about to bite the distracted Weird Eye’s neck in the least sensual manner possible when Fubuka’s head peeks from the men’s bathroom door.֍ Fubuka: Hey! This idiot is all weird again. She’s going to start shooting that gun all over the place anytime soon, so do your things NOW if you have to.֍ Inno: I’m good. Let her. ○|○ Weird Eyes: We did eat just now.Fubuka’s head vanishes again into the bathroom, where she giddily pulls off and cracks open her round compact makeup mirror, completely ignoring Sammie as she sneaks out like a ninja to get the large bucket. Under the tree, Weird Eyes’s neck turns like clockwork towards the now paralyzed teacher’s face. ○|○ Weird Eyes: Do it, you coward.֍ Inno: …But you just made it all weeeeeeird.Inno suddenly looks around.֍ Inno: Hey, where’s Ellie?
>֍E: Explore the subway station.The theory of parallel timelines speaks about an infinite number of very similar universes that exist at the same time. That’s horseshit, of course, but Ellie at least entertained the thought after climbing to the other platform across the tunnel. Widely the same, yet slightly different, Ellie wanders around the baseless space-time anomaly looking for an Inno that unconditionally loves black people, or a shy Fubuka who hates Inno, or a Sammie who spends three hours a day painting her eyelids the perfect hue of violet.She doesn’t find them. She would have punched that Sammie.What she does find, or what finds her, is that spider walking across her face and making it tingle as she laughs. Ellie grabs the spider: it’s big and hairy. She puts it on her head as she mulls over the debris blocking the entrance, right behind the broken row of stencils that’s tilted over. Walking into the parallel world’s women’s bathroom, Ellie is surprised to find that it doesn’t stink, just like the men’s bathroom on this side. Other than that, by the far left end of the platform, she stumbles upon a simple door leading to a small room with wall panels crammed with senseless tiny buttons.
>֍S: Figure out how to operate the water gun and pump.When all you have to do is memorize you don’t need to understand, which is why school prodigies tend to despair when the time comes to improvise. Baring her teeth at the fact that she didn’t write down the steps, Sammie watches with frowned eyes as the large, green bucket she bought at Queensway, which is laying on the men’s bathroom’s floor, gets filled by the showerhead through the hose connected to the sink. Water stops leaking from the sides of the adapter screwed to the sink once she wraps lines of PTFE tape around it.֍ Sammie: Good.The bucket, certainly large enough, is almost full. Sammie did try to fill it without installing the handheld showerhead first, and that’s how she ended up with wet shoes. No use crying about that now. More water won’t help. Sammie pushes the pump near the bucket, then submerges the hose attached to the pump’s inlet into the fresh water inside the bucket. For a lack of a clamp or a clip she simply glues the hose in place with more of the PTFE tape in case it starts shaking. Fully focused, trying to keep the memory fresh by having Taravia, Barras, and Klarver sing her the instructions, Sammie installs the quick connect garden hose adapter on the pump outlet, connecting it to the water gun’s hose.֍ Sammie: …When she grabs the water pump’s plug, Sammie hesitates. Instead of connecting it, she walks over to the women’s bathroom, now thankfully exorcised by Fubuka’s best chemicals, and connects the plug into one of its outlets without having to disconnect the extender and the Christmas lights yet. After ensuring that the pump is primed with water, so that it doesn’t run dry and damage the motor, Sammie finally aims at herself in the mirror of the men’s bathroom and shoots-֍ Sammie: …oh my god HELL YES-and it’s awesome.>>֍S(M1 Intelligence π Roll: 54 = Success)<< (Use the water gun properly.)
>֍F: Sweep dust into piles around the main station.Meanwhile, right outside, Fubuka is sweeping the broom around. Slightly peeved at the fact that she’s slowly sweating her makeup off, that she’ll soon end up looking gothic, the middle sister is more focused on mumbling than on the task at hand.֍ Fubuka: …oh my god HELL NO, I stepped into one of them again! My shoes! I swear that if anyone else even dares to graze any of these, so help me, I…֍ Inno: …!What lays before her dear teacher is a minefield, countless hills of dust with little room in between them. Across near certain death is the bathroom, which Sammie is about to turn into an aquarium any second now.>>֍F(M1 Intelligence π Roll: 45 = Failure)<< (Sweep properly.)֍ Inno: Eh……. Fubuka, sunshine? I kinda need to go.֍ Fubuka: What? Oh sure, go ahead, Teacher Inno. Don’t worry about these.But it’s a forced smile, made of frail love. Yet even if Inno stepped into each and every dust hill intentionally, that smile still wouldn’t wear off. Even so: ○|○ Weird Eyes: I think you can do it, Inno. I honestly believe in you.֍ Inno: Eh, you think so? I don’t wanna make Fubuka angry.○|○ Weird Eyes: Then do your best.Inno doesn’t swallow, but she does chew a bit on her lips. On her tippy toes, she steps on the small gaps carefully, but her own weight forces her to keep moving faster after every step.֍ Inno: …!Finally slipping because, of course, some of the floor was wet, Inno braces and closes her eyes only to find herself in Fubuka's arms-֍ Fubuka: Gotcha!-who is barely on her tippy toes as well, very, very steady.֍ Inno: Oh. Now what?֍ Fubuka: Now you trust me, Teacher. <3Out of sheer rage and frustration, cursing every time, Fubuka manages to carefully carry Inno across the minefield without disturbing her carefully, painstakingly crafted mountains of dust. When she drops Inno safely into the bathroom, Fubuka is gasping.֍ Fubuka: Teacher, you… just a little bit heavy, y’know?֍ Inno: Oh. Guess the cops were keepin me in shape.
>֍E: Explore the abandoned subway tunnel.Much further down the deep tunnel, as the spider protects her head, Ellie finds a tin door right next to the thick steel rail she’s walking on. Armed with only her arms to fight the darkness, her eyes need not much more after living 1296 teegardenian years enduring that boring red dwarf she had for a sun. She pushes, but the door won’t budge. She dropskicks with her whole flying body, and that leaves a dent. Angry, shouting forbidden alien spells, Ellie transforms in the dark and summons her rocket-spear- yet decides to give peace one last try. She pulls the handle instead of pushing the door. It opens, creaking, warning.>>֍E(M2 Perception メ Roll: 48 = Success)<< (Explore the abandoned subway tunnel.)Already untransformed, Ellie enters the mysterious room. Subway tunnels often have many of these, scattered all over the place to serve as checkpoints for the maintenance crews, often used for storage supplies like paint and cleaning equipment or as control rooms housing electrical panels or communication devices. The contents of this room, however, are as alien to those as Ellie is to the planet. Taking off her sunglasses, daring to have a pristine look at the reality in front of her, Ellie’s big, void-black eyes still shot wide open at the revelation. Barbells. Racks. Dumbbells. Ropes. Chains. Rows upon rows of posters of famous movie characters but made much more bulky, Harry Potter with the body of The Hulk screaming in utter agony as he tries to deadlift a bar while Voldemort taunts him with a toothy, wicked smile. Absorbed by the detailed, grotesque imagery, Ellie picks up a single small dumbbell and lifts it.She feels /something/and the spider knows what it is.
>֍S: Seal the outlets, both edges and the surface with plug holes.When Inno enters the bathroom, Sammie is still testing the water gun against the furthest wall. Except for the one with the extender plugged in, the outlets have already been covered with tape for a lack of actual, proper plugs, while the electronics have already been accounted for and placed in distinct bags (the ones Fubuka carried from the Shopping Centre) outside (including the popcorn maker). But when Sammie stops shooting the silence doesn’t feel right anymore, and it’s because Inno is right behind her. The water soldier rests the water rifle against her own shoulder, turning around almost in defiance.֍ Sammie: And what are you looking at?֍ Inno: You. You look /cute/.Inno winks and just enters the stall, shutting the door behind her. She leaves Sammie quite a bit more flustered than she expected to be; maybe being caught roleplaying a soldier did the trick. For some reason, even such a casual remark could sometimes mess up her circuits, even when the intent is so simple. Not always in a bad way, not always, but the mind of a maiden is a chaotic place indeed. >֍S: Check the location of drain hole. Sammie turns on her new cellphone’s flashlight to find the drain hole on the floor, since the light coming from the Christmas lights outside isn’t enough. She finds it at the very end of the room, a long silver plaque with myriad tiny holes right against the wall. Then the toilet is flushed and Inno walks out, sweating even more than when she came in.֍ Inno: God damn, we totally need that shower like yesterday.֍ Sammie: Y-you know, you really should mind the way you act more.Inno blinks, but quietly.֍ Inno: Sammie, did I hurt you?֍ Sammie: What? No. Not at all. I’m serious. It’s just- I mean, look.Sammie gestures with her hands, as if trying to draw something in the air.֍ Sammie: You tell us we look cute, all the time. You hug us. Cook for us. Spoonfeed us. Wash our clothes. You grab us by the hands. You never get mad at us. Y-you tickle us. You kiss us on the forehead. On the nape. On the cheeks. Buy us toys. Take us places just to watch us do things. I could go on, but you can see my point already. You act like a mother, not like a sister. You got them mixed up!֍ Inno: Huh. Is that so?֍ Sammie: Yes! It is!Inno visibly ponders about it, scratching her head.֍ Inno: Guess I’ll stop, then.With just that, she walks out of the men’s bathroom; how she made it across the minefield is up to interpretation. Her embarrassment now less than a tingle mixed with worry, Sammie meets Fubuka’s red eyes with annoyance- which dries up like a tear in a pyre. It’s not rage that she finds in Fubuka’s stare, but a message simple enough to be conveyed silently. Stuck in place, Sammie finally nods. ‘I’ll fix it, somehow’, is what she answers to the crow in her mind.
But she will deal with that later. Walking out of the bathroom, shrugging off Fubuka’s piles of dust much to the blonde’s instant fury and dismay, Sammie simply plugs off the extender and sinks the Coordinator’s Shop in thick, tangible darkness again.>֍S: Turn on strong flashlights and unplug everything.֍ Inno: Huh? ○|○ Weird Eyes: Is Christmas over?֍ Fubuka: Sammie, god fucking damnit, you are REALLY testing my patience today I swear to god.Sammie turns on the flashlight she got from the patient ginger lady back at the 7-Eleven. Even now her hand feels cold. She seals the last outlet inside the men’s bathroom with even more PTFE tape.֍ Sammie: It has to be done. Just keep doing what you are doing.֍ Fubuka: It won’t kill you to warn, retard!>>֍S(M2 Perception φ Roll: 49 = Success)<< (Spot all the outlets to seal.)Sammie just turns on the water gun and goes ham against the walls inside the bathroom, starting from the furthest from the drainage hole. Whatever therapy is, it won’t stand a chance against this soothing feeling. Fubuka, on the other hand, is staring at the scattered piles of dust like a broken kingdom that the reflection of Sammie’s flashlight shows her, shaking to reign in the rage. She manages- until she feels Inno’s dainty hand dressing her shoulder.֍ Inno: Good job. We’ll fix it later.֍ Fubuka: Oh. It’s not that.Fubuka is kicking the floor sheepishly.֍ Fubuka: It’s just- you’d usually take advantage of something like this and do something.֍ Inno: That so? Am I always like that? ○|○ Weird Eyes: Without a shadow of a doubt.
֍ Fubuka: ………………….what’s all that noise?Heavy steps echo. Clank, clank, clank, no hurry. Steel finding steel, crying and creaking against the weight. It swims across the darkness like a rotten submarine.Fubuka turns to look. She can’t see.Weird Eyes turns to look. She can’t see.Inno turns to look.She can’t see.Clank, clank, clank,Sammie is cleaning the walls.Clank, clank, clank,it’s hereIt’s quiet.Inno slams the extension cord’s plug against one of the outlets under the women’s bathroom mirror, the lights turn onand Fubuka screams her lungs out.֍ Sammie: What- WHAT?!When Sammie rushes out of the bathroom, her arms almost give out against the monstrosity of metal surging from the rails. She aims and pulls the trigger>>֍S(M2 Mind φ Roll: 91 = Success)<< (Resist the panic.)but her finger freezes halfway through. She studies the monster carefully as it haphazardly attempts to climb up the platform and fails, and notices a particular shape hidden within.֍ Sammie: …..Ellie?!Completely buried under weight disks, barbells, bars, rope, dumbells, a full rack, and a spider desperately trying not to get crushed, Ellie finally manages to look up from her chaotic suit of armor. What she finds right above her, aiming at her like a spear, is a wide, long, futuristic looking tail made of individual scales of sharp metal coming from Weird Eyes’s waist. Next to her, now wearing a baffled grimace is Inno, lifting her magical crowbar above her head with both arms, fully transformed into her Coordinator form.֍ Inno: Oh. It’s just Ellie. ○|○ Weird Eyes: Oh.Ellie looks at onethen at the otherthen her eyes get all watery and she starts crying really loudly.
>>֍S(M1 Dexterity 彡 Roll: 39 = Success)<< (Clean the men’s bathroom.)>>֍E(M1 Dexterity 彡 Roll: 59 = Success)<< (Help clean up the station.)With Ellie’s aid, it didn’t take long for the Coordinator’s Shop to stop being a minefield. While a dustpan is still in order, the still-mopping alien showed her resourcefulness by making sharp surfaces out of cardboard which Fubuka could just sweep the dust onto, and then a box for one of the bags from the Shopping Centre that now serves as a trashcan. The men’s bathroom, now clean, is however extremely soaked all over, and it’s left to be seen if the warm humidity of the underground subway station will help it dry fast or not.But it is clean. ○|○ Weird Eyes: Your first client is already on her way. I’ll take it that we’ll see her here in twenty minutes or so.Inno’s Trio is gathered in front of the oldest sisters next to the Fake Christmas tree, as if it had become the default meeting place already.֍ Sammie: Where are we even going to make her rest? We need her relaxed to reach into the depths of her Soul Gem.A coordination doesn’t take much equipment, thankfully- but only if relaxing decorations aren’t considered equipment. Which would be a mistake. A surprisingly important mistake.֍ Fubuka: The place is all dark, Ellie is crying, and we still stink. How are we going to make this hellhole comfy?Ellie is still sobbing a bit, so Weird Eyes continuously caresses her head and cheeks. It’s not the same as Inno’s embrace, but it is soothing all the same.֍ Inno: All o that is your problem. It’s time to see what you can do with what you have.Sammie sighs. It is /the test/ after all. No use arguing.֍ Inno: And I wanna know, from each of you, cause I figure you’ve been thinkin-Ellie looks at Inno and Fubuka looks at Inno and Sammie looks at Inno.֍ Inno: What is the benefit of being a good person? Let’s see what you came up with.>Twenty minutes to prepare a makeshift pretty little happy place.
i should have been sleepin like fuckin 4 hours ago, but i wanted to start the year off with what i've been promising from the start. prompt went on forever but at least we can put putting the shop together on hold and as a background task, so lets focus on the heart of the quest. i may have to take a bit to put things together properly cause i want this to come out alright, but in the meantime happy new year erryone and enjoy the holidays however you can :Dlemme know if i missed anything
>>6353100>starting off the new yearQM, you did it, you did it before !Transit City turned over a new year. Happy new year and happy holidays everyone>take a bit to put things properlyWhen I saw that prompt my mind is already cooking a whole fucking conversation of Sammie debating philosphical shit with herself. I am trying to cram yet another sprout of personality in her brain again>if QM missed anythingyou forgot to warn readers to either put on or take off their yuri tinted goggles. I will take them off for now as yuri won't make the the station, or the whole coordinator troupe, more clean than it is>>6353099>Twenty minutes left>>Action!>-get the water dipper, scoop up some fresh water from the bucket(if any, or just refill from the showerheads). mix with some soap. get five...actually six relatively clean small towels, soak them in the water dipper and wring them half dry, hand a towel to each sister and tell them to wipe up to stink less as a whole. Then get a set of fresh outside clothes, go into one of the newly cleaned cubicles and wipe yourself with one of the towels. all this just to make ourselves a tad bit more presentable. prob takes five mins>-inflate one airbed for the coordination, can't make Ellie faint again at this timing. then wipe the surface with the remaining towel. how long is this going to take>-While doing all of this actually ponder on Inno's question. againand I don't know how much should I describe the debate happening over Sammie's head>>6352862>I am a bitchass motherfucker with shit tastedecades later my palate still revolted at the sight of these things plus any type of dried fruit or jam. I will take that and live with shit taste unless I become immortal
Happy holidays and happy new year everyone>>6353099Uhhhh>>Action>-Inflate the beds outside, you got good lung capacitythat seems like it would fall under Constitution >-Get the Christmas lights working again, festive is a lot better then depressing>-Get cleaned up a bit with Sammie's idea>>Benefit of being a good person?>-Feeling good about yourself; making people like you; doing good for others, specifically those you care for (as in the action in itself is a positive); ...going to heaven for those who don't have their souls in gems :(
Happy new year, you magical lesbians! A new beginning, if you take it.Also, merry Christmas!
>>6353159>Happy new year and happy holidays everyonehappi new year!>my mind is already cooking a whole fucking conversationinteresting! and fubuka already gave such a concise answer. i like the contrast>I will take them off for now as yuri won't make the the stationmore beefless beans>I don't know how much should I describetry to make it as short as you can. keep the core points only>revolted at the sight of these thingstaste is made by association of experiences and is never a solid benchmark to determine views on lifeand yet i will side with fubukanon here. i love raisins>>6353255>Happy holidays and happy new year everyonehappy new year!>Get the Christmas lights working againthe light are already working. inno tuned them on when she plugged the extender. maybe it was too vague?>>6353277Happy new year, you magical lesbians! A new beginning, if you take it.good to see you mang! happy new christmas! lets see where this takes us
>>6353099>Wipe off the tears, dust off from carying all that equipment and get cleaned>put some of the remaining food on a plate(?) to have it available for the customer>If we have any large clean(-ish) cloth, put it over the airbed for more comfort.Not that inspired but oh well. QM, don't think that your attempt at generating clsaning/hopitality tips from us hasn't gone unnoticed!>>benefits of being a good person?>Because evil loses in the end, because people will only pretend to love you if you're evil, because you will not be truly happy being evil.
>>6353679k!postin on weeken cause holidays and shitalso its almost been like 2 fucking months already omgbut hmm chargen took like 10 days, then we lost like 3 weeks cuz no fubukanon, then the holidays and christmas were a pain in the ass too, sowe kinda been running properly like a single month total. which is pretty cool imho for prep phase
>>6353387>What is the benefit of being a good person?>There is no benefit, and it does not matter. I just decide to be a good person.Or if you want the long answer:>Define “good”. It could be living with morality. Exhibiting universal altruism. Having compassion for all living things. Although its methods are damnable for using naive young girls as sacrificial pawns, the incubator attempts to delay the heat death of universe. Or it could be as narrow as fighting for your own kind from potentially invading Teegardenians. Protecting your family from hostile magical girls. Ensuring and preserving the continuity of self. It is on my own to set the limit to direction and scope, and it depends on the current context I am in.>There is no benefit for being a good person, only cause and consequence. You could be a saint and still be resented for unconditional kindness; you could also be a tyrant that is fanatically admired for your atrocities.The universe does not consider the benefits and detriments while it does its obscure workings on each speck of mind within its vastness. The road to hell could be paved with good intentions, yet evil would win if the good people do nothing either. Beings in the universe could only act and react with its interactions with the world around them, so there is no way to know if being a good person would bring any benefit until time uncovers its impact.>The only thing I could control is myself. Therefore I will uphold the belief that, by being a good person, whatever around me could work upon the good I give to the world, to make their mark in its mortality. It does not matter if all comes to naught. The universe will eventually disintegrate, so might as well let life shine as bright as it could within the void.Or if you want the entire detour that I have no idea how to fit in already:https://pastebin.com/xw5UcDga
>>6354067>dat pastebinhotfuckingDAMNsonokso that's the new record holder for longest prompt we ever gotit's21k characters. the equivalent to 7 full postsand it's all canonhappy new year guys>The thin air stings, coldness jabbing into the depth of lungs.>A view from inside a cave. Looking out, waves of barren rocks capped in blinding white. In front, a pool of frozen blood, within a mummified lamb lying in its own solid fluids.>Scattered paper and fabric talismans. An altar, colourful glass beads and half molten candles in an orderly arrangement. Further front, at the entrance of the cave, a young girl lies in a fetal position, lifeless in tribal yet elaborate garments, the ends of her limbs already black as coal.jesus the intro is metal, why do my players have such strong prose but i say nigger and cock
i may have bit a more than i could chewso bear with mei wanna get at least his one 100% right, and then we can take it easy
aight soturns outim burned out. not 'mini' tier burned out, but 'i don't wanna fuck up the most important part of the quest' burnt out. so; i ain't gonna do shit. for nowexpect follow-up in two weeks or a month for now. i wanted to give you guys the most important part of the quest before conking out, the damn thing the whole quest is all about and what we've been waitin two months forbut what good would that be if it sucksso! hiatus. likely, we'll be starting a new thread, but who knows- maybe i'll at least finish what we have here and then start off from there. or maybe i find a little more firepower somewhere and actually finish the thing as intended. who knowsi feel sad, but also accomplished. hope you guys enjoyed the quest so far!
>>6354882shit, man, no worriesjust keep in mind that with interactive fiction, movement is a lot more important than quality (up to a point, at least, but we're nowhere near that), as weird as it soundscertainly was fun, see you whenever
>>6354893>with interactive fiction, movement is a lot more important than qualityi totally agree. we've been losing tempo to my lack of planning, but with the shit i'm trying to pull off it can't be helped. making the challenges i've got planned appealing takes a little bit more blood, cause psychology ain't everyone's cup of tea and what you'd expect from magical girls is to go full fucking menhera shootin drama beams everywherebut we'll seei at least wanna see this experiment through properly
>>6354882Oof QM hope you get a good rest for all these prompts to sit and marinate then, its the one that decides how the girls would interact with the unforgiving world after allHope I did not put too much pressure uploading a pastebin equal to an update, cause I do really want to pave out the whole journey to the realisation. And I am getting dissatisfied with the ending because it feels a bit weak. turns out burning midnight oil with an already fuddled brain is only good for writing alien insults involving mothers and slapstick comedy but not fables for lifeThis quest has been giving a lot of passion and motivation to do shit, I had fun, lotsa funsee ya all when I see yall or just spam replies when wanna ask anything lol
>>6354922>its the one that decides how the girls would interact with the unforgiving world after allexactly! this one I /can't/ fuck up. even if it isn't the best post ive ever made (which is lucinda teaching her mammoth how to purr) it still has to set the bar>Hope I did not put too much pressure not at all, your pastebins and pictures and drawings are fuel for my fingers. worse comes to worse and i'm too busy/tired i'll read them later>turns out burning midnight oil with an already fuddled brain is only good for writing alien insults involving mothers and slapstick comedy but not fables for lifeand considering this quest is about fables of life, well, i'm fuckedat least for a bit lel>This quest has been giving a lot of passion and motivation to do shit, I had fun, lotsa funi'm super glad about that, it's what matters most. if im taking my time its only because i wanna make sure you guys are actually gonna have fun and not have to just pretend to not break my poor little qm heart. and if it turns out that this is just not your thing (which is perfectly valid, since matching taste is a toin coss) i at least want you guys to know early instead of havin you wait another monthnow, for real: megucas transit royale WILL continue, and soon. i will wait for my brain to start gucaing again cause there's simply no other choice, and then we keep going. that much i want you guys to believe, and be at ease if you enjoyed the quest
