>car

>>4283960
>car

bump.

>>4283960
>car

>>4283960
Car

Hello?

>>4283960
Car

>>4285078
(Apologies, quite busy now. Will post in 6 hours hopefully)

>>4285340

No problemop!

>>4285340
Thank you.

>>4283998
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>>4285078
Writing...

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>>4286018
On the road to Iso-syote you take a moment to admire how verdant Finland is. Coniferous trees are everywhere, as far as the eye can see. It kind of reminds you of your brief stay in Syldavia. But then you begin to zone out, and in the monotony you notice that it has been scarcely an hour and fourty-five minutes before you notice something strange. In the distance, there is a tree that leans at an exactly 45% angle. You have seen it twice. Never mind that. You must be daydreaming.

Until you see it again. And again. And again. Then you get suspicious, so you check your watch and time the intervals between seeing that same bent-over tree. Exactly five minutes. This is remarkably strange, but you hold yourself back from making assumptions. Of course, making assumptions is what gets people killed. In the car with you is Captain Haddock, sitting next to you, Professor Calculus in the shotgun seat, a taxi driver next to him, and Snowy in your lap.

You remember that your stand, [Five Hundred Miles] has the ability to control the direction that a moving object is travelling.

> What do you do?

>>4286023
(Retcon: The intervals between seeing the tree are getting shorter and shorter by 10 seconds each time you see it)

>>4286023
>when you see the tree again, use your stand to unroot the tree

>>4286023
>>4286121
this and ask haddock if he thinks so as well.

this mandom?

>>4286121
>>4286121
support

>>4286121
>>4287646
Discretely you use your stand to uproot the tree. Sure enough, you tug it clean out and a pulse runs through the earth, lighting up the cracks in the ground and the road. Something strange is afoot. The driver doesn't notice it, as he keeps moving on. So you ask Captain Haddock: "Notice how we've been seeing the same sign over and over again?"

He wakes from his stupor and says. "What? You're imagining things!"

Then several minutes later you hear a quick splashing under the car tyres. You've run into a very large puddle. No, you've crossed a ford. Then you see the ford again, but it's even wider and deeper. Then again. And again. Haddock is beginning to get the idea. The deep sense of wrongness is even beginning to disturb Snowy. "Woooah!"

"The ford seems to flow from where I uprooted that tree." you explain. "Could it be that... I unplugged something?"

"Bah!" Haddock says. "That's impossible. Unless there was something like a giant water cistern under it. But the real question is, why are we seeing it repeatedly?"

"That's strange. It's like we're visiting the same place, as though we're moving in circles." you postulate. "But I haven't noticed a single bend in the road yet."

And before you know it, the whole road is submerged underwater by thirty centimeters of bubbling water. "Great Snakes!" you exclaim. "We've got to get out of here!"

Haddock leans in and whispers to you "If we paddle off in Plastic Beach, we'll be able to tell if the taxi driver can see stands or not."

> Investigate the source of the water with Captain Haddock's Plastic Beach

> Interrogate the taxi driver

> Ask Professor Calculus about what's going on

> Write-In

>>4287657
Interrogate the taxi driver

>>4287684
+1

>>4287657
so first the intervals of the tree gets shorter and shorter there is simply more tree could the same thing be happening to the puddle so its exponentially becoming more puddle

>>4287684
+1

>>4287684

+1

>>4287684
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>>4288098
Writing...

>>4289106
You crane your neck over the seats. "Um, driver. Haven't you noticed you've driven into a flood?"

He looks back at you. "Nonsense... Just a small leakage, that's all. I hear a pipe burst yesterday."

Calculus is staring even harder at his pendulum. "Preposterous... According the the pendulum, we've returned to the same point repeatedly! Although this may defy the known conventions of science, I must postulate that we are trapped in a spatial anomaly, hemmed in by two walls that inexplicably teleport anything that touches them to each other."

Now the water is making its way up to the windows. Snowy is panicking. Haddock gets up and says "That's it, you loathsome lout! Tintin, toss him overboard with your stand!"

You wouldn't do such a thing. So instead you bring out Five Hundred Miles and wave it in his face. He simply stares back at you with a bewildered look. "He's no stand-user, that's for sure. Come along, take my hand."

Haddock manifests Plastic Beach. A tiny ship appears and you pull the taxi driver aboard. In these conditions, it's a warship the size of a motorboat, like the HMS Gleaner. The taxi driver presumably cannot see it, and is shocked to know he is standing on something solid. "Plastic Beach! Full speed ahead!"

It putters off towards the source of the water. And as the waters rise higher, the more leaves you can see as the trees are gradually swallowed by the waves. As for the skies - there is no longer the boundless blue, but a discernible dome that comprises the roof. Then you look back. A shape rises up from the sunken car, and stands on top of the water. He's in the most ridiculous attire you've seen so far. Standing behind him is a robotic purple walrus-man with green stripes all about it. "Behold, the power of my stand: [Little World!]"

As the last of the trees are submerged, another, much greater tree rises from the water. The stand-user begins to recite:

"From the ocean rose a giant,
From the acorn, quickly sprouting,
Mighty Tursas, tall and hardy,
Grows the oak-tree, tall and stately,
Pressed compactly all the grasses,
From the ground enriched by ashes,
That the maidens had been raking,
Newly raked by water-maidens;
When a fire within them kindles,
Spread the oak-trees many branches,
And the flames shot up to heaven,
Rounds itself a broad corona,
Till the windrows burned to ashes,
Raises it above the storm-clouds;
Only ashes now remaining
Far it stretches out its branches,
Of the grasses raked together.
Stops the white-clouds in their courses,
In the ashes of the windows,
With its branches hides the sunlight,
Tender leaves the giant places,
With its many leaves, the moonbeams,
In the leaves he plants an acorn,
And the starlight dies in heaven."

(cont. in next post)

>>4289141
The stand-user clings to the branches, dripping wet as it rises ever higher. "Leave Finland at once! The Sampo belongs to Uriyah!"

> Get Calculus to make a bridge and charge the tree

> Get Calculus to turn the water to acid

> Get Haddock to blast the tree with Five Hundred Miles

> Use Five Hundred Miles to redirect the flow of the waves towards the stand-user in order to drown the tree

> Write-In

>>4289144
>> Get Calculus to make a bridge and charge the tree

>>4289144
>drown the tree

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>4289553
>>4289181
Rolling...

>>4291034
"Professor Calculus!" you call out "Make me a bridge! I'll settle this!"

He converts the water in front of you into a bridge of aerogel. He'd taken great interest in it while discussing with scientists from Helsinki. You run along the bridge and begin climbing up the tree. But then you get an idea. But you're not sure if it will work, but anything goes as you loosen your grip. This will either kill you, or save you. Your faith is in your stand, and nothing will shake it. You drop from a branch and use Five Hundred Miles to reverse the direction of your fall, sending you upwards at 9.8ms^-2, at a prodigious leap. Little World's Stand Master raises an eyebrow as you ascend to the canopy.

Little World makes several acorns explode with a wave of his hand, and the shrapnel hurtles towards you.

> Direct it towards him

> Direct it at the roof

> Write-In

>>4291078
>> Direct it towards him

>>4291082
+1

>>4291082
>>4291173
Writing...

>>4291464
Centimeters before the shrapnel can hit you, you send them flying towards the enemy stand-user. Inexplicably they fly right through his abdomen as he collapses to the ground. Little World begins to flicker. The tree is withering up and the roof is beginning to crack. Knowing that he has failed, you look close at him and ask "Listen, sir. What's this Sampo you're talking about?"

But before he can say anything he uses the last of his strength to roll off the branch. And before you know it, he is now beyond the range of Five Hundred Miles. It is too late to save him as he sinks into the flooded abyss. Darn it, you think to yourself. The waters are still rising, and Calculus's instant aerogel bridge has been submerged. Luckily Haddock is steering Plastic Beach up to you as the tree collapses into a flotilla of scattered driftwood. "Well, what'd you hear from him?"

"Nothing, but I suppose it must have been rather important if he had to drown himself to keep me from hearing it!" you respond. "Calculus, what's the Sampo?"

"I am rather dusty on Finnic mythology, but it is a mysterious device in many stories that that grants one infinite luck or somesuch boon!" Calculus says sagaciously.

The waters keep rising until the dome has cracked to the point where it is spilling out the roof in an enormous waterfall. You tremble at the sight of it. Yet Haddock braces himself. "Steady, men! I can feel something at the back of my mind. I know it will lead us out in one peace."

The world begins to grow, to expand. But Plastic Beach stays the same size. Suddenly you realize that you are shrinking, as well as the boat you are on. Water droplets, individual splashes, become enormous. Haddock leads you belowdecks. Plastic Beach begins plummeting. For 30 agonizing seconds, g-forces press you against the wall. And when it's done you emerge from a puddle, sweating and panting. You look down at the tiny ship, and wave back at Haddock, Calculus and Snowy, who return to their normal size as they step out.

You are at Heinola https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heinola. There is a phone booth in town, and you still have the number that Dr. Makineri gave you. But it still occurs to you that there's no better way to ease off a near-death experience than enjoying a bit of Finland's local culture.

> What do you do?

>>4291468
>Use Five-Hundred Miles to fly a boulder across the bay to see how far it will skip on the water

>>4291468
Go to a museum

>>4291524

+1

Moar stand testing

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>>4291719

Just dropping this here cause this is a fantastic quest...

Hope it does it justice.

>>4291752
It's like Optimus Prime mixed with Silver Chariot. Frankly, I'm flattered!

>>4291524
>>4291719
Writing...

>>4293059
You decide to test the limits of your stand. Luckily this town is right by a lake. You take a two hour hike to the shore of Konnivesi and look for a suitably large boulder. Physically, your stand is not particularly strong. It's just average, so you get Haddock to help push it. And when it dislodges, it begins to roll faster and faster as you chase after it.

And when it's quick enough, you use your stand to make it change direction, firing it perpendicular to the slope. With a rush of air the boulder hurtles across the lake... and it sinks into the water with a mighty plunge at the ten meter mark. On second thought, you don't know how you suddenly made that deduction, but you're sure that's another side-effect of your stand.

"By Jove, that was anticlimactic!" Haddock remarks.

"Certainly!" Calculus explains. "That must have been more than thirty kilograms heavy. Something like that couldn't roll fast enough to get hurled that far. Now we know the limits of your ability. The object Five Hundred Miles is influencing has to be moving at first for it to change direction."

When you go back to Heinola, you notice that it's getting late. The sun is starting to set. So after eating some delicious Kalakukko and Lihapullat at a modest restaurant, you

> Book some motel rooms

> Drive at night, keep going

> Ring the number Dr. Makineri gave you

> Do some research on the Sampo

> Write-In

>>4293083
>ring the number
>hitch an empty train car, the police could still be after you

>>4293264

+1

>>4293264
>>4293486
You ring the number. "Hello." A gruff albeit jovial voice answers. He is speaking in a Japanese accent. "Pardon my french, but I'd like to introduce myself. My name is Jotaro Kujo."

-- SESSION END --

>>4296274

JOTAROOOOOOOO!!!

>>4296277
Apologies for this short session. Turns out my homework was way more than I expected it to be.