Previous thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/26958491/Pastebin with stats and powers: http://pastebin.com/UuVeJFigYou are John James Green, a mutant and a vagrant.You’ve just returned home from your first day of honest work in closing-on-four years. ‘Home’, of course, is used here in the loosest possible capacity – since fourteen home has been wherever you are at any given time, and right now you’re atop a six-story apartment block, leaning out over the darkening streets. Snow’s starting up again, peppering the closing dark of the evening with tiny motes of white. Occasionally it catches some of the last rays of sunlight and seems to burn silver. Like white phosphorous. Laura chose this spot. Apparently she likes high places. She’s currently sitting on the ledge, munching her way through her half of a seven dollar menu.A shiver tickles at your shoulders. New York is going to get much colder over the coming days. You’ve got more money in your pockets than you’ve had in months, and you’re signed up for another morning peddling papers for the Bugle tomorrow, but that money ain’t gonna keep you warm. >Hunger Level: 4>Current Funds: $65.5>Time: 5:45>[ ] Look for some work for Laura. You did promise, after all.>[ ] It’s getting cold. Start checking out homeless shelters.>[ ] Sometimes you have better luck with derelicts. You could do worse than squatting.>[ ] Someone’s gotta have a shed they ain’t using.>[ ] Write in.
Oh yeah, last time an anon asked me what the later levels of Invisibility are like. I wasn't there to answer, so: 3: True invisibility, light goes straight through you. No shadow. Much more effective in motion.4. Can bring another person into the invisibility effect.5. Wonder Woman and her invisible jet. Can maintain invisibility on objects for a few seconds after contact.Also, many thanks to the anon who archived the last thread. You're mah mugga.
...None of the usual suspects on today?
>>27042776>Look for some work for Laura. You did promise, after all.Also try to spot any potential areas to stay.I was looking forward to this for awhile
And then there was one.>[X] Look for some work for Laura.Welp, it’s never too cold for job searching. You ask Laura if she’s up for it – she looks up from her food and, as usual, seems to turn what you’re saying over in her head. Eventually she nods and starts to pack away what’s left of her meal (which, you can’t help but notice, is quite a lot). You two head down one of a nearby fire escape and out onto the streets. She keeps her head down, as if allergic to eye contact, and you suddenly recall that anything too public is strictly off-limits. So, what kind of options do you have here?>[ ] There are plenty of café’s around. That’s not TOO public, right?>[ ] Clubs, bars, etc? Would they employ a homeless chick?>[ ] You know a few guys downtown who always have a few jobs. But they’re not strictly legal.>[ ] Write in.
>>27042776>[X] Look for some work for Laura. You did promise, after all.
>>27043230Dropped muh trip.
>>27043230Hmm. Cafes probably are too public for the most part, though a hole-in-the-wall might be safe enough. Clubs and bars are arguably MORE public. I'd rather avoid pressuring Laura into 'not strictly legal' jobs, if we can avoid it, though, so let's go with >[X]Cafes. Even the more well known ones should be okay if she's not a waitress.
>>27043230>Clubs, bars, etc? Would they employ a homeless chick?Cafes are too risky
>>27043298I really, really need to read the archive...begin dive!>>27043310Honestly, I'd say that clubs and bars are potentially more risky.
>>27043298>>27043310>>27043379It seems we are an an impasse. I'll give it five minutes or a third opinion of an agreement. Then, randomize.
>>27043230>[ ] Clubs, bars, etc? Would they employ a homeless chick?A bar would be our best bet. Especially if it was a low key one.
>>27043379How about retail, it's almost christmas so pleanty of part time work avaiable?
>>27043502Hmm. Retail has most of the same problems that cafes do. It would help if we knew WHY public was no bueno. (or do we know?)
>>27043592Like resupplying stock, or clean after events?
>[X] Bars/clubs“You think a bar would be good? Y’know, somewhere small?” You can’t help but feel vaguely lame. You’re not Jason Bourne – your experience with laying low is that, generally, you don’t need to do much to slip into the cracks of the civilized world. But nobody’s looking for you, so it comes easy. You’re not sure exactly how the international spy game works (or if that’s even what this is). “I guess… you can’t use your name?” “I have several identifications.” Laura notes, as you cross the street. “Small and quiet could work.” “Right.” Small and quiet it is. Not two things New York does all too well, generally speaking, but take the right steps in the right places and you’ll find that the collective hubbub eventually drools together into a kind of artificial silence. After just over an hour, you track down a little dive that looks vaguely like someone airlifted it out of a small town in Ireland. It’s kind of cramped, and when you walk in you find that the atmosphere takes a distinct turn towards the obnoxiously humid, but it’s certainly quiet. A woman in her mid-forties eyes you from behind the bar.>[ ] Ask if they need someone to mop up or clean dishes.>[ ] Ask Laura what age her ID’s state. You know she’s not eighteen, but one of them might be.>[ ] Ask for a drink.>[ ] Write in.>>27043592Laura seems to be on the run from a shady government program.
>>27043731>Ask Laura what age her ID’s state. You know she’s not eighteen, but one of them might be.Once confirming if she does ask"Excuse me Miss I was wondering if you have any job opportunities for my friend/sister here?"
Oh man I just realized that we've coincided with Peter Parker Quest. Well, that was a mistake.
>>27043731Thanks, Crusty. So hole-in-the-walls -should- be safe, but let's not count too heavily on that.Hmm. As self-conscious as she acts, she probably wouldn't be a good bartender anyways, so >[X] Ask if they need someone to mop up or clean.
>>27043731>[x] Ask if they need someone to mop up or clean dishes.is this what the multispectral eyes look like? kinda like this?side note, the paintbucket tool isn't as effective on circles as other shapes in ms paint
>>27043731>Ask if they need someone to mop up or clean dishes
>[X] Ask if they need someone to mop up or clean dishes.>[X] Ask Laura what age her ID’s state. You know she’s not eighteen, but one of them might be.>[X] Write in.“Um…” Man, that lady has a stare. Maybe she’s just not seen one of them mythical customer things in a while. And her jaw is set in a permanent scowl due to a tragic case of being an old person. You lean in a little closer to Laura. “How old do those ID’s of yours say you are? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure this place doesn’t sell milk and cookies.” “They were made to look feasible.” She states, veering back a little as you lean in. “Okay then.” No bartending, then. Pity, really – this hole is probably one of only three places in New York where she’d be considered comparatively personable. You walk up to the barkeep, or owner, or whatever she is. “Excuse me, Miss.” She snorts. Maybe she’s a ma’am instead. “I was wondering if you have any job opportunities for my sister here? She’s okay with washing up or mopping or whatever.">D20 to twist up the truth a little>DC15
>>27043882Yeah, kinda. Replace the red and yellow with greener shades and imagine that instead of being perfect circles, it's sort of 'leaking' from the edge of the iris into the rest of the eyes.
Whelp, apparently we can't lie for shit. Or at the very least she already knows our game.
poop.no job for Lauraat least no crit fail...
>>27044044>>27044061>>27044062>Shamfuru disprayShe leans across the bar at you, driving her eyeballs into your skull. It’s not pleasant – for a moment you feel a very slight urge to fade out, before she promptly turns toward Laura. There’s this tiny smile in her grimace now, like she’s just unwrapped a birthday present, or untied a tiny Gordian Knot. “Can you flip burgers, darlin’?” She pushes it out between her teeth. Laura immediately looks at you as if to say ‘No’.“Yep.” You edge in. “Yeah, she can do that.” The woman grins toothily. “Alrigh’. I can take her on for a bit. Come on.” She motions for Laura to step around the bar. “Let’s show you the kitchen.” >[X] “Er, am I coming too?” >[X] Sit down to wait. >[X] Write in.
>>27044117Oh, it's not quite that simple.
>>27044220RUN LAURA, THE BURGER IS YOUsit and wait
>>27044220>>[X] “Er, am I coming too?”
>>27044220>[X] “Er, am I coming too?
>>27044220>[X] Sit down to wait. Prreeetty sure trying to come with them won't help any.
>>27044220>[X] Sit down to wait. Yeaaah... We failed that roll. That woman doesn't like us.
>>27044427Either she figures she's got someone she can screw over or she thinks we're abusing Laura, I figure.
>>27044220>[X] Sit down to wait.
>>27044220>Sit and wait
>[X] “Er, am I coming too?” >[X] Sit down to wait. “Er, am I coming too?” You interject, as the woman manoeuvres Laura toward the dingy little entranceway behind the bar. This all seems a little uncanny. Maybe even a bit The Hills Have Eyes. “You applying for a job here too?” She nearly barks, staring you down with eyes that are at least 70-80% evil. Laura shoots you a brief, harried look over her shoulder before they both disappear into the festering innards of the establishment. Gingerly checking for any unpleasant fluids, you take a seat at the bar. That… went sort of well, you suppose? Weirdness aside, there’s a job on the table, so that’s something. You could’ve sworn that banshee-woman had you pegged for the homeless wreck you are at first, so things certainly didn’t go as bad as they could. The guy sitting right next to you sets down his mug and a sharp jolt of surprise snaps along your spine. He wasn’t there a second ago. He most certainly wasn't there a second ago.>D20 to avoid fading instinctually>DC13>+2 bonus for added control
Rolled 18 + 2>>27044539please tell me this isn't a sting op
Rolled 1 + 2>>27044539Please, pleas, please let this not end badly.
Rolled 19 + 2>>27044539
>>27044577why did you do this
Rolled 16 + 2>>27044577You motherfucker
>>27044577...oh, fuck me. I hope Crusty doesn't take crits over all. On the other hand, we haven't seen any anti-mutant stuff in the bar, so maybe it won't end TOO badly? *hopeful/sheepish*
>>27044577>>27044636so Karma point time?Or maybe this is a mutie bar....
>>27044625Silverlining it actually is a 3. Maybe...
>>27044657I may just fuck off in shame if this ends badly. two CLEAR successs - three, even, with appreciable margins - and I get the critfail.
>>27044657nope, were fucked
>>27044577This never happened, you see nothing, these are not the rolls you're looking forCaptcha: Der....nervermnd I swear to Prof X
>>27044577>CRIT FAIL>FAIL MUTIE FAILYou blink out for a second. You just can’t help it, man – it’s a reflex for you. What’s worse is that so is jumping and making loud noises. So that’s what you do. You kick yourself straight off your seat and onto the floor (the suspiciously damp floor). You feel yourself flicker back into the world of the visible as your back plants against the wood, and your brain suddenly finds itself divided on the matter of whether to run from the boots about to stomp your mutie ass or just curl up and let it wash over you. But the boots don’t come. Instead, the man at the bar just chuckles into his drink. “You really should’ave gotten that under control by now, Green.” You know that voice. “Don’t worry, boyo. Nobody’s noticed.” It’s true. There’s a few patrons sitting near the back wall, but they haven’t batted an eye. You look up, and you know exactly who you’re about to not see. Creeper. Or The Creeper, to some. You’ve met him more than a few times, back when you weren’t so shy of less decent work. You’d know his face by now if that were possible – you’re not sure how it works, exactly, but you can never quite see it. When you look up your gaze stops at the top of that stupid green tie he wears and just refuses to go any further. That’s his power, his mutant shtick – you don’t notice stuff about him unless he wants you to. It’s not invisibility. You just… don’t see him. Until you do.He is, of course, an awful crook and exactly the kind of person you’ve been trying to steer your life away from.“I like your girlfriend.” He breathes it out like smoke. You don’t know how, but everything becomes a profanity when it comes out of this guy’s mouth. “I could probably set her up with something far more lucrative than washing out this… establishment.” >options incoming
>>27045020>[ ] “What do you want, Creeper?”>[ ] “You stay away from her.” (Courage check, DC13)>[ ] “Listen, whatever you’re after, I’m not in. I’m clean now.” >[ ] Write in.
>>27045031> listen bro, I'm going legit now, and she doesn't need any more trouble than is necessary, And why you gotta do that thing to me man? you know it creeps me out.
Rolled 5>>27045031>[x] “You stay away from her.” (Courage check, DC13)>[x] “Listen, whatever you’re after, I’m not in. I’m clean now.”
Rolled 3>>27045031Okay, that could have been a hell of a lot worse.>[ ] “You stay away from her.” (Courage check, DC13)>[ ] “Listen, whatever you’re after, I’m not in. I’m clean now.” I'm almost afraid to roll now, but....
Rolled 19>>27045031>>[ ] “You stay away from her.” (Courage check, DC13)
Rolled 13>>27045031>“You stay away from her.” (Courage check, DC13)>>[ ] “Listen, whatever you’re after, I’m not in. I’m clean now.”
>>27045091I think you should stop rolling for today.
>>27045116Yeeeeah, I think I should.
>>27045135the dice gods have singled you outits just not your day
>>27045098>Pass>[X] “You stay away from her.”>[X] “Listen, whatever you’re after, I’m not in. I’m clean now.”You bristle at the implication in his tone. What a piece of shit. This guy always freaked you out, and for good reason. He turned up three years ago, and within a matter of months he was one of the biggest distributors of Jack in this corner of the Big Apple. People used to just disappear when he didn’t get his way. But that stuff is the past for you now. You’re not part of the same circus anymore, and you’ll be damned if you’re gonna tread softly around this no-faced motherfucker.“You stay the hell away from her.” With any luck that sounded as threatening as you imagined it being. “And stay the hell away from me, too. I don’t even want to smell what you’re selling, Creeper.” You can’t see it, but feel his smile. God, you have no idea how he does that, but it shits you up like nothing else.“Fair enough.” He slurps down the last of his drink in one overburdened heave. “I’m just here to chat, anyhow. You’ve spending a lot of time in this stretch as of late, yeah?”>[ ] "...You've been following me?">[ ] "What of it?" >[ ] Call for Laura.>[ ] Write in.
>>27045405>>[ ] "...You've been following me?"
Rolled 7>>27045405>[ ] "...You've been following me?">[ ] "What of it?"
>>27045405>[x] "...You've been following me?">[x] "What of it?"
>>27045405>>[ ] "...You've been following me?">>[ ] "What of it?"
>[X] "...You've been following me?">[X] "What of it?"You flinch a little. You don’t like what he just said. You don’t like it at all.“…You’ve been following me?” Even you can’t deny that some of the thunder has seeped its way out of your voice. The idea of this guy just a step or two behind you… it just doesn’t sit well with the parts of your brain dedicated to self-preservation. “Not me personally.” He replies, leaning over the bar to help himself to another pint of beer. “But yeah, kind of. Pays to keep an eye on the local talent, boyo.” “Alright…” No, it’s not alright, but you don’t want to let it show. “Why the interest?” He takes a sip, and you feel that smile again.“It’s not a particular interest in you – no offence, Green, you’re a dear and such. We're just not right for each other.” He slides his finger along the rim of his glass, eking a long, almost feminine whine from it. At the back of the bar the few patrons glance in your direction but don’t seem to register anything odd. “Two days ago, a trio of young rapscallions took off with far more of my product than they paid for. One of them turned himself into front page news,”– Today’s headline rushes back to you. That exploding mutant, the fire, the deaths –“and that’s not really so great for me. The other two were last seen not too far from here.”>[ ] “I haven’t seen them, if that’s what you want to know.”>[ ] “...What are their powers?”>[ ] “You want me to find them for you?”>[ ] Write in.
>>27045754>>[ ] “I haven’t seen them, if that’s what you want to know.”
>>27045754>[x] “ haven’t seen them"
Rolled 18>>27045754>[ ] “I haven’t seen them, if that’s what you want to know.”
>>27045754So what are you telling me for, i-its not like im going to work for you or anything... creep
Okay this is definitely out of topic, but what novels/series/movies would you recommend me to watch if I wanted to make a Mutant City Blues game? Really itching to try that Law and Order approach to mutants but I'd really like to have more material.
>>27045852Peter David's X-Factor (kinda, setting is mutant town but they're private detectives)Gotham Central(police procedural set in Gotham with supervillains and Batman; highly recommend it)
>[X] “I haven’t seen them”“I haven’t seen them, if that’s what you want to know.” “That is indeed what I wanted to know.” He slides off his seat. Huh, that was surprisingly painless. "That said, though, I want you to know something too.” Oh. He leans down. He leans down right in your face – if you could, you’d staring straight into his eyes, but there’s his X-gene again, tilting your gaze towards your own chest. Unable to look up, you don’t notice his hand until it’s resting just under your throat. You breath in sharply, worms crawling under your skin. Suddenly you’re very much aware of just how vulnerable a position you’re in. “You know who I work for, don’t you?” He slides his forefinger down your Adam’s apple, and then down your chest, before bringing it to rest on your abdomen. Even through your hoodie, your skin prickles at his touch. “If you do see these two, boyo, and if you keep it to yourself, then he’ll find you, and he’ll catch you, and then…” Oh Christ, his hand’s on your knee. How’d it get there? “…I might decide that we are right for each other, after all. You catch?” >[ ] “Y-yeah.”>(any option below this point requires a DC10 courage check)>[ ] Push him off you, holy shit. >[ ] Call Laura for some reason.>[ ] “Get the hell off me, Creeper.”>[ ] Write in.
Rolled 7>>27046087> “Get the hell off me, Creeper.”>[ ] Push him off you, holy shit.
Rolled 18>>27046087>[x] “Get the hell off me, Creeper.”
Rolled 16>>27046087>>[ ] Push him off you, holy shit.
Rolled 10>>27046087>>[ ] Write in.Actually? Punch him.
>>27046087add on "I'm not your lacky anymore"
>>27046087>[ ] Push him off you, holy shit. >[ ] “Get the hell off me, Creeper.”
>Reading the character sheet>Peter Parker (BATMAN)Why did I laugh?
Rolled 13>>27046087Can we punch him? please let us punch him!
>>27046368You want to punsh the guy that has people to spy on us without us even noticing and is working for some supervillain.
don't punch himwe might get kicked out and that lady already dislikes us..
>>27046153>Success! >[X] “Get the hell off me, Creeper.”>[X] PUNCH him off you, holy shit.You’d spit straight in his face if it were physically possible. “Get the hell off me, Creeper.”He doesn’t budge. Instead you just feel his breath against your nose, and perceive vaguely the curve of a grin sitting just out of eyeshot. So you budge him yourself – you smack him straight in the imperceptible face, pitching him off you. He tumbles down onto the sodden floor, his drink exploding across the boards. The other drinkers look up again, but see nothing of interest.That felt good.“Hah.” He pulls himself up, patting down his irritatingly expensive jacket and sounding a little numb around the jaw. “That’s more a lot spine than I remember there being in you.” Leaving his drink to soak into the woodwork, he strides toward the door, pausing just before passing beyond the threshold. “Still, new direction or not, you should all likely on the lookout for those crazy kids. Those two are a big fat albatross, boyo, and believe me – you want me to deal with them before anyone else has to.”And then he’s gone, sliding out of your perception as easily as he slides out of the door.>Write in.
>>27046469Sit back down, brush ourselves off, wait for Laura to come back.After Laura gets back, we can start looking for those two kids.
>>27046469>sit back and ponder over those 2 junkie thieves while Laura (hopefully) gets the job. We don't even know who we're looking for
Rolled 20>>27046535Seconded though, let's not actively search for them if we find them we find them, let's just try to go beyond being homeless.
>>27046535I'd rather not actually search for the two kids. Keep an eye out, certainly, but let's not go out of our way to find them.Once Laura gets back, why don't we start looking for a place to squat?
Rolled 5>>27046608no homeless shelter, we need a place to keep warm
>>27046706maybe check out the thrift shops for winter coats
Rolled 3>>27046735good idea, she doesn't have any extra clothes to we need to have her warm
>>27046784How about we just cuddle up with her?
>>27046706Homeless shelters are a BAD IDEA, man. Johnny Stooge is gonna be watching those.
Rolled 14>>27046808She's younger then us and she's is still weary of us.Also we are only friends
You pull yourself up, not eager to wait for the other patrons to notice that there’s suddenly some guy on the floor. Shit, fucking Creeper. That’s a chapter of your life that had best remain closed from now on. In hindsight, the punch was kind of stupid – this guy could literally be standing right in front of you, after all, about to stab you straight through your eyes – but it couldn’t have been more satisfying. And some kind of mark had to be made. Something has to lock the door behind you, at some point, and maybe that’s going to take more than just peddling papers… Your thoughts turn to the two junkies. You can sympathize, pretty much. You’ve never popped a Jack, since your powers mostly don’t seem to play up too bad, but you know there’s plenty with abilities they’d do anything to be able to handle, even at the risk of going right the other way and losing control completely. You pull that train of thought into the station as Laura emerges. The smell of burger grease clings to her like the world’s most Midwestern cologne. Suddenly, she stops halfway round the bar, and stares at you. And sniffs the air. “Were you speaking with someone?”>[ ] “Oh, yeah. Not a pleasant guy.>[ ] “Nah, it was nothing. You get the job?”>[ ] “Why’d you ask?”>[ ] “Write in.”
>>27046895>[ ] “Oh, yeah. Not a pleasant guy.
>>27046895>[x] “Oh, yeah. Not a pleasant guy.
>>27046895>[X]"Yeah. Not a pleasant guy.">[X]"I can fill you in later, if you want."
Rolled 15>>27046895>[ ] “Oh, yeah. Not a pleasant guy.>Write in"But never mind that, did you get the job?"
“Oh, yeah. Not a pleasant guy.” Understatement, but you’re not enthusiastic about regaling the girl with tales of your more shameful exploits. Or giving her the rundown on the sheer level of horrifying shit that tags along beside the name ‘Creeper’. Maybe later. Much, much later.She wrinkles her nose slightly. “Smells like paint.” That’s kinda funny. You were uncomfortably intimate with your old friend The Creeper a moment ago, and you didn’t smell any paint. “Well, never mind that. You get the job?” She nods, and – as if on cue – that grizzled woman-creature she disappeared with earlier emerges from the back, smiling triumphantly.>[ ] “Great. When’re you starting?”>[ ] “What’s the money like?”>[ ] “You sure you want to work for a human pig bear?”>[ ] Write in.
>>27047264>[x] “Great. When’re you starting?”Lets all go out for frosty chocolate milkshakes!... but seriously, lets check the thrift shop, look for some winter coats
Rolled 10>>27047264[ ] “Great. When’re you starting?”
>>27047264>>[ ] “You sure you want to work for a human pig bear?”
>>27047264>[X] “Great. When’re you starting?”
>[X] “Great. When’re you starting?”Well, at least one good thing came of this whole mess. “Great. When’re you starting?” “Mrs. Clemence says I can start tomorrow. Five-thirty.” That doesn’t sound too bad. You’re not entirely sure about this place, but maybe you can ghost around a bit for the first day, make sure everything’s fine. You’ve been getting pretty good at staying invisible for longer lately, might as well flex that X-gene a bit.>[ ] “What’s the money like?”>[ ] Go look for a derelict you could squat in.>[ ] Check out some homeless shelters.>[ ] Hit some clothes shops, get some heavier threads. >[ ] Grab something to eat.>[ ] Write in.
>>27047643>[x] Hit some clothes shops, get some heavier threads.haha! time for thrift shops
>>27047643>>what's the money like.Please. As if we can be picky.>Hit the thrift stores and second hand shops. We've got some time before it gets truly dark. Then we'll scope out some primo squat spots.
>>27047643>>[ ] Grab something to eat.
>>27047643>[ ] “What’s the money like?”then>[ ] Grab something to eat.and when thats done we can>[ ] Go look for a derelict you could squat in.unless something comes up that is
Rolled 11>>27047643[ ] Hit some clothes shops, get some heavier threads.
>[X] Hit some clothes shopsNot wanting to force ‘Mrs. Clemence’ to endure your company a second longer, you decide to check out some of the thrift shops a little further down town. You’ve got sixty-five shiny monies to spend, and while you’re relatively well covered by what you’ve got, you could always use a nice fuzzy scarf or something. Or maybe just one of those puffy-ass coats. Laura could probably use something of a wardrobe shift-up, too, seeing as she’s been running around in skinny jeans, that dreadful goth-teen corsetty thingy, and a skinny little leather jacket.Laura thanks her new employer far more politely than she could possibly deserve, and you head off. It takes you a little over half an hour to find a nice thrift shop. It’s pretty crowded (damn you, Christmastime), and you and Laura have to contest with a writhing pit of jostling elbows to check out anything at all. That said, you can see the back of the shop from here, and it looks way less crowded. You bet you could fade right in there and just lift whatever they might have back there. >[ ] Look for stuff for Laura.>[ ] Look for a stuff for yourself.>[ ] Ghost it and sneak round back.>[ ] Write in.
>>27047928>look for stuff for the two of us
>>27047928>>[ ] Look for stuff for Laura.>>[ ] Look for a stuff for yourself.
Rolled 16>>27047928[ ] Look for stuff for Laura.We have stuff for us so we're good while it is nice to find something, Laura takes priority.
>>27047928>[x] Look for stuff for Laura.Christmas is about giving, not receiving
>>27047959>>27047970>>27048081>>27048094Roll a D20 for a mystery test. DC 12.
>>27047928Hey, now, we're trying to be honest here.>>[ ] Look for stuff for Laura.>>[ ] Look for a stuff for yourself.Stuff for Laura takes priority, since she's not as well off as we are. Though if we find a decent watch cap, that's a lot less suspicious, even in winter, than having our hood up all the time.
>>27048163Uh-uh. Not touching it. Nope. 'least not unless someone else rolls first, in case it's a random event roll.
>>27048163Come on Mystery
Rolled 12>>27048163Who could it be?
Rolled 20>>27048163>>27048201Fuck it, I'm not likely to do worse than Wren.
>>27048218...oh, thank you, Dice gods.
Rolled 9>>27048163let's party
>>27048218>>27048211well, even if the 20 isn't taken. we still passed
>>27048213good thing its not liniked to the right post, otherwise we wouldnt get the crit. ur lucky u fuked up son
>>27048211>Easy peasy>[X] Look for stuff for Laura.>[X] Look for a stuff for yourself.Squeezing through the press of shoppers yields some rather fine rewards. You manage to find a bigger coat that wouldn’t look all too bad on you – got some rips on the inside, but that makes it kinda like you, and you aren’t so bad when you get down to it. Aside from that, you find a real well-stuffed hoodie; pretty much perfect for Laura, and some more covering boots to replace the dinky little things she’s currently wearing. When you turn to ask her what she thinks, however, you notice that she’s staring straight down at the floor and holding both arms tight against her chest. She’s biting her lip pretty hard, too – in a second you might actually start seeing blood. Not good with people. Right. >[ ] Buy your items and leave. >[ ] Take her straight out of the store. >[ ] Write in.
Rolled 4>>27048375>>write in>Get her outside and pay for the stuff solo. The boots are probably a tenner and the coat for another tenner or fifteen.
>>27048375>>[ ] Buy your items and leave.
Rolled 7>>27048375>[ ] Buy your items and leave.[Write in]Meet me outside the store, can you make it?
>>27048375>[X]Buy your items and leave>[X]"Just hang in there a few more minutes, Laura. You need these clothes even more'n I do."If anybody asks, she's Demophobic (fear of crowds)
>>27048375Awww comon the 5 wasn't even linked, that should have been a crit.ask her to wait outside while we go invisible and walk out without paying
>>27048375>[ ] Buy and leave
>>27048375>[ ] Take her straight out of the store.
>[X]Buy your items and leaveGimme a quick D20 for the effectiveness of >[X]"Just hang in there a few more minutes, Laura. You need these clothes even more'n I do."DC14. You have a +2 bonus for your current Relationship level with Laura.
Rolled 2 + 2>>27048527
Rolled 18 + 2>>27048527I hope I don't regret rolling for this....
Rolled 19 + 2>>27048554Love you
>>27048554>Most Excellent SuccessYou push your way back through the crowd to her, putting a tentative arm over her shoulder. She’s incredibly tense – for a moment, you’re certain she’s about to jerk away and start pushing her way to the door, but instead she just stands there, the sinews in her arms and legs screaming silently. "Just hang in there a few more minutes, Laura. You need these clothes even more'n I do."It takes a few seconds, but eventually she starts walking. You two get a few odd stares, but you’ve got your hood up, so most just seem content to write whatever’s going on off as not their problem. Eventually, you get your stuff paid for and make your way out. All at once, the springs coiling through her visibly unwind, as if the winter breeze just swooped in and swept them all away. She stays close for a while, though. And she doesn’t talk for a bit, either. >Current Funds: $45.5>Hunger Level: 4-------------------------------------------------------------->THREAD 03: END>JJ Green has recently been exercising his Courage, Concentration and Empathy pretty extensively! Pick one stat to receive a +1 bonus in all related rolls!Gotta call it there for tonight, guys. I’ll be on a little longer if anyone has any questions. Next Homeless Mutant Quest will be on Sunday, 17-18:00, Britannia time.
>>27048828You Britannian Bastard!I vote Courage.
>>27048828I vote concentration.
And ladies and gentlemen, we have a three-way tie. I'm going to suggest Empathy.
>>27048828Courage.And how did our relationship with Laura progress?
>>27048828mister wizard give us some courage to stop bein a cowardly camelian
Seems like it'll be Courage.>>27048954It made progress. It hasn't moved up another rank yet, though.
>>27049047What is our relationship defined as?Acquaintances or friends?
>>27049089You're pretty much friends at this point. Oh, by the by, thread up in the archive.
>>27049124Will we meet any other noticeable mutantsWill we be homeowners? (or apartment owners?)
>>27049288I....think rent is a little out of our league for the moment.
>>27049288Both are possible.One is much more probable than the other.
>>27049288>homeownersassuming we work everyday every week every month,our yearly salary is just a little over $20K. and we damn sure ain't getting a loan.maybe a shitty apartment or a motel room, but not for awhile
>>27048828going with concentration. For when we want to go invisible.
>>27049460and besides, even if we did get a house some how, then crusty would need to rename the quest to homeowner mutant quest, and that just doesnt have the same ring to it
>>27049640I dunno. It could be (No Longer) Homeless (For The Moment) Mutant Quest.
>>27042776Good lord, i forgot about this, hopefully i didn't miss much.
>>27042828Yeah that was me, glad i got a reply.