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THE RULES

How to Join:
-Fill in your post with the following stuff:
--Name
--Description: Appearance, pic, whatever, write backstory if you feel like it but make it short mah negus. Non mandatory.
--Home District: Part of the map where your home is located, both letter and number.
--Wish: You can ask for any wish so long as it isn't more wishes and you don't go full apeshit. This will both affect the context of the game AND, most importantly, will determine the nature of your magical powers (Note: Some powers are bound to be better than others. Life is not fair- but making a functional bike out of lego blocks is much more meaningful than inheriting a lamborguini from your oil tycoon grandfather.)
and finally
--Stats: These determine how much and how do you roll for each kind of situation. We use these:

Power: How strong the guca power is. Affects the odds of your personal magic working as intended. You may want to shoot a big bullet at something or brainwash someone into getting an actual job, but given the nature of magic there's not much telling how this bullshit could backfire.

Dexterity: How fast the guca is. Affects the odds of your guca getting from point any A to any point B in the map without interruption. All megucas share the same max speed if we don't take powers into account, but some make better use of it than others. Great for running the fuck away.

Constitution: How tough the guca is. Affects your saving rolls in case you did not actually get away and instead got smashed or nuked or stabbed. Mainly, it affects how likely it is to get a straight shot to your Soul Gem- which would, nine times out of ten, instantly kill you.

Mind: How tough the mind of the guca is. Affects how you deal with all kind of psychological stuff, which in turn affects your mood, which in turn affects your Soul Gem, which in turn, eventually, transforms you into a Witch no matter how strong you are. Not the fanciest stat, but oh boy think about it.

Charisma: How good the guca is with other people. Affects your social capabilties. Just think about it: anything related to interacting with other people without stabbing them with a nunchaku spear is dominated by this stat. Making friends both helps your mood and motivation and can give you some backup, so it never hurts to smile a bit.

Intelligence: How smart your guca is. The most complex stat. Basically, it's the capability of successfully getting away with shit that's really out of the book. If you can imagine something weird and you want to make it happen, you will roll this. Very adaptable stat, provided you've got the imagination to exploit it.

Wisdom: How wise your guca is. Affects your perception and tracking capabilities. Sometimes you won't notice things even if they are right in front of your nose, and even if you've arrived at the location that the Witch is haunting you may not actually spot it in time until its too late. Basically, Wisdom is about seeing the punches when they are coming- and that sweet, sweet initiative.

Thing is like this: Your character starts with all stats in the same level, but you can upgrade some at the cost of others up to three times in total. Stat level works like this:

-Extreme: You roll four dies. Take highest.
-Very Strong: You roll three dies. Take highest.
-Strong: You roll two dies. Take highest.
-Normal: You roll one die.
-Weak: You roll two dies. Take lowest.
-Very Weak: You roll three dies. Take lowest.
-Anti-Extreme: You roll four dies. Take lowest.

If you want to upgrade Wisdom three times, for example, then you will have to downgrade three other stats to compensate.

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How to Play:

-Every character has both a Health and Desperation gauges.
--The Health gauge is small but regenerates quickly. It determines your physical condition. It goes to 0 during a fight then you get knocked out, if it goes into the negatives you will spend time in a come, if it goes too much into the negatives then you are pretty much dead (and if you have the rotten luck of getting a crit right into your soul gem then nothing will save you from instant death).
--The Desperation gauge is a reflection of your mental condition. It's long, but it doesn't regenerate, and the only way to replenish it is with the Grief Seeds that spawn after a Witch is defeated. It goes down a bit every day depending on your current mental status, and it can go down even further every day if bad things happen to you. Basically, if you aren't happy, your Soul Gem gets darker faster, and if you are, you can stall for quite a bit (and if gets to 0, you turn into a Witch that other players can kill for a yummy Grief Seed).

-Every turn is a day. Every day has four phases. These are: Morning, Afternoon, Evening, and Night.
--At the beginning of each phase:
---the current status of each meguca playing is displayed.
---there is a roll for Witch activity which determines if they spawn, where, and how strong they are.
---there is a random event roll for each player which determines if the event they get is positive, negative, which stats are involved, and the intensity involved.
----There is a very important Golden Rule to be taken into account for these random events: if you can find a way to use another of your character stats to solve them and it's not too batshit crazy unless your Intelligence is high enough, it will be considered.

Everyone knows the are in which Witches are and everyone knows the area in which each other player is currently located - but not the specific location. Every player and character is aware of the macro, but not the micro, and you have to roll for it.

And that's it. I will give you guys the details once and if we get enough players to get the ball rolling. If this sinks like the motherfucking Titanic then I will be glad I tried because each man has to fight for what he loves, and I love megucas, and I love suffering.

>>5493005
Sounds fun! Pardon my stupidity, but is there any chance you could post a sample character just so I can get a feel for the finished product?
Also do we get one action per day, or one action per phase?

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And there-s one tiny little item I forgot to mention: using your magical powers drains your Soul Gem.

>>5493017
Sure!

Name: Kaname Madoka
Description: Pink hair, kinda goofy, very kind. Loves her family and friends.
Home District: 3a
Wish: A big cake.
Stats:

Power: Extreme
Dexterity: Weak
Constitution: Normal
Mind: Weak
Charisma: Normal
Intelligence: Weak
Wisdom: Normal

As for the actions, it's one per phase. I'd go further into the details but I should have been sleeping five hours ago and I'm never ever doing this again. I'll go to sleep and check this again tomorrow.

Name: Jimena Giménez
Description: Short, brunette. Very clumsy, goldfish attention span.
Home District: 2b
Wish: To be able to eat her own ass.

Stats:
Power: Very Strong
Dexterity: Anti-Extreme
Constitution: Strong
Mind: Strong
Charisma: Strong
Intelligence: Strong
Wisdom: Anti-Extreme

>>5493024
Name: Erika Kruppman
Description: Tall, Blonde, know-it-all nerd, awkward, idealist, tries to be kind, control freak, loves her grandpa(don't ask about his youth).
Home District: 11e
Wish: To know all that can be known.

>Stats:
Power: Normal
Dexterity:Very Strong
Constitution: Weak
Mind: Strong
Charisma: Anti-Extreme
Intelligence: Extreme
Wisdom: Normal

I'll try it. Pardon my lack of magical girl knowledge, but what's the age range?

Name: Emma Imeredala
Description: TBD
Home District: 4a
Wish: A large and happy family.

Stats:

Power: Weak
Dexterity: Weak
Constitution: Normal
Mind: Strong
Charisma: Strong
Intelligence: Strong
Wisdom: Weak

Name: Lucinda Newhorn
Description: 5ft10, Pragmatist, Blonde, Free spirited, Stubborn.
Home District: 17c
Wish: Freedom.

>Stats:
Power: Extreme
Dexterity: Normal
Constitution: Strong
Mind: Normal
Charisma: Anti-Extreme
Intelligence: Weak
Wisdom: Normal

This looks fun, I think I will give it a try!

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>Thing is like this: Your character starts with all stats in the same level, but you can upgrade some at the cost of others up to three times in total.
>>5493047
>>5493071
>>5493100

oh lawl guys you could only do stat swap three times in total, but I guess that considering how many people did swap more than thrice then odds are the fuckup is on me- should have made it more clear. But yknowwhat don't change anything desu I think it will be fun to run win your goofy-ass menheras, leave them like that, they are perfect

>>5493081
>Pardon my lack of magical girl knowledge, but what's the age range?
11 to 19 years, usually; making it to 20 is a freak fucking miracle considering your average meguca lasts 3 years /at most/.

Aight we'll go into the current wishes first while we wait a bit more, then I'll get dinner, then we PRESS A TO START.

>>5493047
Jimena Gimenez:

Her Profile:

Short, clumsy brunette that can't stay in the same topic for more than one sentence, and only provided that this once sentence isn't particularly long. That being said, put a magnifying glass under the sun and you get a death beam, and that's how most people that enjoy taking advantage of her on the daily end up losing twice as much when they stick around for too long.

-She is very powerful.
-She is slow as a sloth after being punched in the face repeatedly.
-Jimena's resilience buys her enough time to notice where the punches are actually coming from.
-Once the information finally crash-lands into her brain Jimena is perfectly capable of making sense out of it, seeing gray instead of black and white.
-Actually very funny to be around. Likes to pretend to be even dumber than she is to make people feel safe. The difference is slight.
-Capable at manipulating data and twisting the big picture into something that suits her.
-Last time, she took exactly five seconds and fifty milliseconds to greet someone back. The girl in question was right in front of her face with a timekeeper, which she thought was the latest cellphone.

Her Wish:

When confronted for Kyubey, and after careful consideration, Jimena requested to be able to eat her own ass. This prompted the cat/weasel/whatever to repeat its question five more times, yet when the answer remained the same it granted it almost out of spite. We'll never know, cause it always keeps the same face.

-Jimena's Magical Weapon is the a whip with a hand at the end. It's very flexible, has long range, allows for some crazy-ass acrobatics, but only does damage through sheer slapping power.

-Jimena's Magical Clothes are brown themed like automn leaves and liquid diarrea shit and follow a [b[sporty pattern.

-Jimena's power is /extended flexibility/. She is able to extend any of her body parts at will. Properly used, this allows for both her constitution and dexterity to shine way over the usual limit. And yes: Jimena can eat her own ass.

>>5493184
She's all I wanted and more, thank you QM.

>>5493081
Emma's Description: Average height, 17, not a complete social wreck, owing to the fact she got roped in at an older age than most. A well developed figure does add some padding to hits, but she isn't the strongest or most agile, and despite her wish to be like the other strong motherly women of her family, she lacks a lot of general wisdom, be it street smarts or general adulting.

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>>5493071
Erika currently has two extra stat points. Calm her down a lil bit and we'll let her roll in the dirt with the rest.

>>5493081
Emma Imeredala:

Her Profile:

Emma grew a bit faster than most- at least physically. Can easily be considered a 'normie' by most standards, and most of her friends remain surprised that after digging into her the shoe still fits. This, while boring, does give her a particularly attractive aura- the aura of comfort, of cozyness and predictability. Not the sharpest tool in the box, but the scissor that your grandmother's been using on and on already for a few decades.

-Emma isn't the strongest. Sometimes you don't need to be; we all shine somehow, and battles can be won in more ways than one.
-She is also not that fast. The fight or flee instinct isn't that good on this one, so she may need a third choice.
-At least she can take a punch.
-That being said, her mind is sharp and guilt hardly sticks for long.
-And she's quite a bit more social than average. To be able to smile is often an underestimated skill.
-Can make shit out of dust when it counts.
-Yet her wisdom /is/ somewhat lacking. Perceiving things around you is the first step to accurately judging them. A stray hair in a murder scene does matter.

Her Wish:

When confronted for Kyubey, , Emma asked for a large and happy family. A deceptively complex wish given that almost any family you'll ever meet ends up falling apart with time one way or the other, but the fucker did deliver. What happened was simple enough to be considered coincidence and not magic: her parents adopted the stray child a a drug-addict aunt, which prompted her to get her shit together, which brought her back to the family, which then netted her another husband, who had five kids and two girls, and one of those girls was from another woman who was absorbed into the family by your very own mother and-
Let's just say that there is plenty of conflict and in-fighting in Emma's family now, but an equal amount of shutting the fuck up and trying to fix things.

-Emma's Magical Weapon is the a two-handed scepter, way too big for her, that has a big jewel at the end. It's very hard to handle and Emma herself /is/ pretty clumsy, so she often uses it like a baseball bat to reflect big hits when she sees them coming from afar.

-Emma's Magical Clothes are a harmony of both blue and red that represent the balance of peace and conflict that keeps a family together. She wears a crown- her clothes follow a kingsly pattern.

-Emma's power is /unity/. She has the capability to change the goals of individuals. This has one very importante caveat to be taken into account: once a goal has been chosen, it can only be changed through direct conflict. Stubborness can be a deadly thing.

>>5493215
Interesting power. The rest is great, but this one will need some experimentation to get right. Also, is the first goal change a freebie or not? If Emma changes someone's goal once, is conflict needed, or is it just if she wishes to change it several times?

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>>5493100
Lucinda Newhorn:

Her Profile:

Sadly enough, it doesn't take to many braincells to figure out that we all are slaves in one giant prison. If you don't work, you don't eat; if you don't eat, you die. If you don't work, you die- and Lucinda Newhorn pieced this together much faster than most. The reality of the bigger picture was made all the more apparent by the smaller picture she was made to fit into: overly conservative parents, an almost rich family, traditions, studies, serious dinners, studies, piano classes, studies, forced friendships with kids from select families, studies-
That one time she got yelled at for coming back home laughing after slipping into mud made it perfectly clear that her family wanted to be "Respected". Which she found endlessly amusing when she found out one of her classmates, an actually very rich girl, picking her nose in the middle of class.

-Either all that retardedly strict discipline and scolding actually works or Lucinda is a natural born prodigy, because she IS strong, mother of fuck, she IS strong.
-Elegantly going from point A to point B to nuke point B into points B1, B2, and B3. No rush.
-Lucinda takes a lot of shit already. What's a tiny bit more?
-Having kept her sanity in check is her actual foremost archievement, shadowed by her power.
-But this steely resolve has a price too. Lucinda, no questions asked, absolutely fucking loathes every other living being. It was only though sheer rage and hate that she made it this far, after all. But who knows.
-Memorizing things doesn't make you smarter, a fact that Lucinda hates almost more than everyone else.
-Yet her clarity is good enough. Maybe if it was lower she'd be happier. Who knows.

Her Wish:

When confronted for Kyubey, , Lucinda asked for [freedom]. This confused the absolutely benign feline: freedom from what? From the Incubator's purely pragmatic perspective, Lucinda was already free to do with her circumstances as she saw fit. Accepting that maybe the true meaning of her wish was beyond its understanding, Kyubey granted it, and only one thing changed: Lucinda stopped caring about what other people think.

-Lucinda's Magical Weapon is an extremely big crossbow that can turn into a scythe. She can handle it with comical ease, but with no hesitation where there maybe should be some.

-Lucinda's Magical Clothes are completely white, so white that the foldings cannot be seen from afar. Her clothes are assymetric and resemble nothing- like her very own unknown wishes, the clothes follow no theme or pattern.

-Lucinda's power is /intangibility/. She can temporarily ignore reality. The only way to be free from this world is to not let it affect you. However, the world is also where you rest your feet, what keeps you standing, so becoming free from it and going to live into the wild may be dangerous.
This power has a major caveat: it physically wounds her whenever she stops using it. The longer she stays, the more it will hurt.

god dammit I wrote "when confronted for kyubey" instead of "when confronted by kyubey" like ten million times in a row. OH WELL

>>5493223
Emma can make someone want to do something that she wants to do. The first goal change is a freebie, each time after that one will require the individual to be convinced to change its goal. If you brainwash someone into following a cult, you'll have to re-brainwash it again if you want it back to normal.

I'm only dropping into this thread to post this classic yet relevant clip, because Buenos Aires.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3PbdyJ_ybSI
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3PbdyJ_ybSI
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3PbdyJ_ybSI
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3PbdyJ_ybSI
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>>5493242
Thanks anon, I'll do my part.

>>5493234
Arigato QM, I'm looking forward to this.

I like the caveat of the /intangibility/, if I understand it right, when the ability is used for a duration of time Lucinda can become basically like a ghost and move through walls and shit like that, until the ability is deactivated, at which point an amount of damage relative to the duration of time spent using the ability is equated physically damaging her body.

One slight question though, when Lucinda uses her power, can she fly?
And is she invisible when she uses it? or merely transparent?

>>5493236
Got it!
>>5493242
And yes, we kinda have to, says so in the contract I think? (Never went that far into Madoka Magica)

>>5493215
Ok, then lessen her Dexterity and Intelligence by one each.

>>5493259
I'm this guy >>5493071, I forgot to say.

Oh fuck, this blew up after I went to bed! Here goes... also thanks for the example char, OP!

Name: Rita Hammerhead
Description: Bad posture, constant bedhead, can autistically recite obscure video game trivia, but is pretty stupid otherwise. Searches convenience store dumpsters for free 'goodies'. Only eats sugary crap and hard seltzers. Lives in the attic of her mom and pop's failing Gelato bar.
Home District: 15b!
Wish: A polished, non-emulated port of the Clover beat-em-up classic God Hand... o-or her own water park. Can... can she have two wishes, creepy animal thi-oh okay then just stick with the VERY OWN WATER PARK then. Darn.

Stats:
Power: Very Strong
Dexterity: Normal
Constitution: Very Strong
Mind: Weak
Charisma: Weak
Intelligence: Weak
Wisdom: Weak

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>>5493259
Erika Kruppman:

Her Profile:

To live is to be uncertain. A very very... very young Erika decided that books would make life less uncertain, and at least for most of her childhood reality decided to prove her right. Nothing changed when the books became plastered on a screen: Erika kept hoarding data like a dragon. One day, too late, she realized that in trying so hard to be ready for life she forgot to actually live it- the millisecond she stepped on a classroom.
Playing life like chess can be pretty hard. In chess, you know the pieces and where they are; in life, they keep flying at you out of nowhere. A stern, poker face may keep you safe, but also stuck. Erika may have become the school's ace and student council president without even realizing, but something as simple as making a friend simply escapes her.

-Your average meguca power level.
-Erika is pretty fast. Given that her power is average, the almost magical power of getting the fuck out both suits and balances her.
-Then again, she may really need that power, because her bookworm constitution isn't exactly the greatest.
-Guilt and regret always come with loneliness, and you either learn to deal with them or you punch someone in the dick. Erika managed the former which, given her nature, is actually quite nice.
-There is kindness in honesty, but... let me put it this way. Drinking water is nice for you. Drinking five whole bottles in one sitting? Now we are not so sure. Erika sees beauty in objectivity and pragmatism, and often wonders why people run away crying when she's just trying to help. When it happens, not even the teachers dare to scold her.
-She won't be working at NASA, but... no, there's no way to be sure. Erika is smart. Erika is seriously smart. Not absurdly smart, not comically smart, but seriously smart? I can give her that.
-When it comes to people, she knows what to say and when to say it- she just doesn't know how. When it comes to everything else, Erika is pretty level headed.

Her Wish:

When confronted by Kyubey, Erika asked to know all that can be known. Kyubey straight up told her that it would kill her. Stubborn to the end, daring to believe that preparation is everything, she repeated her request. It didn't exactly kill her; but now everything looks familiar.

-Erika's Magical Weapon is a book that is also a shield. It has no other use than to block; this still baffles her. It is extremely inconvenient in that it cannot be used to hurt anything or anyone, but here's the thing: it bounces back /anything/.

-Erika's Magical Clothes is surprisingly similar to her school uniform, yet with the colors inverted; now the 'skirt' is white and the 'shirt' is blue. Upon closer inspection, however, it's trimming with bizarre little details. Ir follows a scholarly pattern.

-Erika's power is /omniscience/. She is aware of every single little detail in her proximity. Completely immune to surprises, Erika knows what or when in any given situation. This still doesn't help her make friends, but constantly being aware of every factor that surrounds her means that books are now and forever worthless to her- unless she likes the story.

>>5493254
Lucinda can phase away from reality, but think of it this way: when you go camping, you at least bring a tent and something to eat. If Lucinda phases out of reality completely then the movement and rotation of the planet will leave her behind as she would be stuck in a static spot in the universe, completely unafected by gravity. Absolute freedom of any sort would destroy her, and that's her theme. Therefore, she can 'free' herself from select factors that she can perceive, meaning all of her powers come from ignoring specific aspects of reality. If she's free from the wind, she can fly. If she's free from light, she won't be seen. Her powers do come with one seriously interesting clusterfuck of possibilities, but each of these come with the caveat of her body getting used to the lack of these factors.


Aight guys Rita's next and then I'm sticking with the gucas that we got until we can be sure that this shit is gonna work. I'll take my time trimming details just in case and then I'll give all you african american gentlements a demo of what each guca's magic can do just in case.

>>5493352
Ah, I think I have a better understanding now. Thank you for the in-depth explanation of the ability.

>>5493346
>>5493352
>This still doesn't help her make friends
Wonderful work, QM. This line in particular is exactly what I envisioned for her.
Also, I have a question. What constitutes Erika's proximity when it comes to /omniscience/? If she's in a classroom, is she aware of everything in that classroom or everything at the school? And if say, a hostile meguca tries to snipe her from a couple of kilometers away, does she become aware of the meguca or just that somebody is trying to shoot her?

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>>5493280
Rita Hammerhead:

Her Profile:

Yes, Hammerhead is her actual last name. Yes, it sounds exactly like that. Yes, it fits.
There is something to be said about the power of names- and it is that some people think they mean something. In time, Rita ended up thinking the same. It was freeing in a sense; now that everyone expected her to live up to her name and act like a complete fucking idiot, she could act like a complete fucking idiot to make everyone happy. No one would be able to tell that her intent was born purely out of the kindness of her wonderful heart nowadays, but she doesn't mind: after all, sugar is awesome.
Addicted to obscure video games, she lives up her parents and dumpster dives for sweets.

-Much more than meets the eye; Rita IS strong.
-Some say she would be slower if it wasn't for all that sugar.
-That being said, maybe Hammerhead was actually fitting from the start. She's stupid sturdy.
-Actually a bit self-conciouss despite everything. Maybe taking her name as an excuse wasn't the greatest idea.
-Whoever said women are elegant was long fucking dead before Rita laughed for a full minute with her mouth wide open during a dinner at her aunt's wedding because a cat didn't see the window.
-Knowing obscure video game lore doesn't make you smart.
-She often falls into the dumpsters she's scavenging for sweets that later don't let her sleep.

Her Wish:

When confronted by Kyubey, Rita asked for her very own water park. Kyubey commented that this was the most normal wish it received for a while, and how it made contrast with the wreck of a girl presented in front of it.
Yes; Rita has her very own water park. Yes, it is in the map. Yes, it is doing pretty well.
...also yes, she has to manage it.

-Rita's Magical Weapon is a rapier. The fancy, elegant nature of this weapon is another stark contrast to its very own. Or maybe it's not; maybe our true nature is not what society wills upon us.

-Rita's Magical Clothes are that of a princess wearing a breastplate. The structure of her armor resembles the stained glass in gothic cathedrals. It follows a knightly pattern.

-Rita's power is /unknown/.

This is good shit. I like where this quest is headed.

>>5493373
I couldn't be more happy with how it turned out, QM. Mad props. Is uh.... does the /unknown/ mean we're still working on it, or does that mean I whip something up?

>>5493005
Fuck it, let's see where this goes, if I'm not too late.
>NAME: Ace Oldem
>Description: Bright orange hair, shit-eating grin, obsessive gambler, smug to the core. Absolutely sees herself as better than the average person. Easily puntable (4'11"). Probably has a domineering streak. Looks/acts older than she is (14-15)
>Home District: 7d
>Wish: To control Luck and Fate itself, to become the most fortunate person imaginable.

>STATS
Power: Weak (+1)
Dexterity: Normal
Constitution: Very Weak (+2)
Mind: Strong (-1)
Charisma: Strong (-1)
Intelligence: Strong (-1)
Wisdom: Normal

>>5493005
I am late but why not try soon il have more time anyways.

>Name: Rayna Falcone
>Description: Brash, hotheaded and somewhat clumsy. Made an deal with her parents to keep studying and they got her a motorcycle to use and work on. She is more interested on anything with motor than school but deal is a deal. With her lacking people skills she has few friends but not for lack of effort. Started meguca stuff later than usual for better for worse.
>Home District: 3A
>Wish: Power it makes the world turn and without it you won't be respected by others.

Power: Strong
Dexterity: Very strong
Constitution: Normal
Mind: Normal
Charisma: Weak
Intelligence: Very Weak
Wisdom: Normal

Oh dang, glad to see you went through with the Battle Royale even if the other quest died, OP. I was hoping the other would continue long enough for me to hop in, but was dead by the time I had some free time. Hope this one pans out well, I'm looking forward to it.

>>5493005
Got no idea about Buenos Aires, but looks like a lot of people are chilling by the coast.
Got any quick info spiels on the various regions, or is it kind of abstract and we won't worry which parts are residential/downtown/industrial/commercial/ect?

>>5493680
Well apparently there's a really neat WATER PARK in town... goes by the name of 'SEAnanigans' or so I've heard...

>>5493005
Well, for the hell of it, I'll throw out a submission too, to show off interest for the game, prove that /qst/ isn't dead, and to see how long the girl can last.

>Name: Fir Flores
>Description: Honestly one of the most normal people here. Other than a slightly atypical hair color compared to the norm, she doesn't have any particularly stand out qualities. Decent at school, decent at sports, has her own couple groups of friends that are all fairly mundane. Fir enjoys swimming, art, theater, bedazzling her phone, and trashy romance stories.
>Home Barrios: 13a (Yes, people point out her surname matches her Home Barrios)
>Wish: "Oh, a Wish? Hmmm, could I - actually - I don't really know what I'd want if I could have anything. Is- is that weird? I mean, I don't particularly need anything or want for anything. It's not like I'd want to rule the world or be immortal or anything crazy like that. I guess... it would be cool if I could make bubbles and sparkles appear whenever I want, you know!? Sorta like my japanese ani- I mean for practical theater effects!"

Everyone else is crazy extreme, so let's go the opposite extreme by being entirely not extreme.
Power: Normal
Dexterity: Normal
Constitution: Normal
Mind: Normal
Charisma: Normal
Intelligence: Normal
Wisdom: Normal

>>5493680
Usually seaside apartments tend to be more valuable and being near ocean is always plus. Also there are some industrial areas and possibly port Center is most likely most populated by civilians and in the edges there should be storage buildings and stores with some cheap apartments. I might be talking out of my ass but that's how cities usually work. And i guess most characters are just from better of families or something.

Heads up: I've been polishing stuff and nitpicking mechanics because Valve is right and a rushed game is bad forever. Also life. I'll try to make the first round happen tonight, but if I fail we still have tomorrow.

>>5493368
>Also, I have a question. What constitutes Erika's proximity when it comes to /omniscience/? If she's in a classroom, is she aware of everything in that classroom or everything at the school? And if say, a hostile meguca tries to snipe her from a couple of kilometers away, does she become aware of the meguca or just that somebody is trying to shoot her?

The range of her omniscience dependes on how much she's exerting her Soul Gem at that given moment. At the bare minimun it covers a classroom, at most an entire small district. If a meguca tries to sniper from a million miles away she'll be perfectly aware of the bullet the moment it comes into range; all that matters then is how fast she can lift that shield.

It has a lot of other bullshit practical uses besides combat. Basically, Erika is the worst person ever to play a card game with- or any other game for that matter. Her theme is that knowledge without action becomes flair.

Just ask me shit, guys. It helps me polish details.

>>5493478
Rita herself has no clue whatsoever yet. It happens; nobody ever tells meguca what their shit do, they just have to figure it out. Sometimes it's hard, sometimes it's even harder. One thing's for sure: her power is very subtle.

>>5493680
If you guys are going full apeshit then I'm coming too, it just makes sense. Commitment to a dead project has its merits, but so does taking the bullet.

>>5493680
I used to live there so I got some good data. Maybe we can add a little color just in case.

>>5493493
>>5493591
>>5493722
I'll get these girls in once and if the ships sails nice and dandy and does not become an absolute clusterfuck. We'll work our way from the bottom from now, but don't worry, I'm keeping these into account.

>>5493809
Can't rush success, right? No worries on taking your time! Two small suggestions, though:
1) You might want to grab a tripcode just so that we know it's you if your IP changes a bit
2) Is there a certain timeframe and/or timezone where updates will more likely happen?

>>5493809
well since you are asking for it, what's the limit on Jimena's stretching? On a scale of say, Jonathan Joestar to Elasti-girl.
Also does the hand in the whip grab things, like a big sticky hand?

>>5493825
Theoretically it's infinite; her arms would end up thinner than hair though. The thing is that the more she stretches, the harder Jimena exerts her Soul Game and the faster she gets it tainted, so that little piece of jewerly is her true limit.
That being said, she can stretch her arms forward three meters with a minimal amount of effort.
As for the hand at the end of her whip, while not sticky, it can grab and latch onto things strongly- and is big enough to wrap itself around humans.

>>5493818
Would be fun if someone tried to hijack the quest though, I'd just sit back and watch desu lol
As for the updates, I'm still not sure about that. One thing at a time.

>>5493901
>so that little piece of jewelry is her true limit
Speaking of which, might want to mention the color, shape, ornament, and location of each meguca's sool jim.

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PART 1: How turns are structured.

-Every turn is a day. Every day has four phases. These are:
--Morning
--Afternoon
--Evening
--Night

-At the beginning of each phase:
--we roll a Random Event for each guca which affects its current situation.
--we roll Witch Activity.
--we roll Extra Activity.
Then:
--we display the current status of each meguca.
--we display the current status of Witches.
--we display the current status of companions, third parties, objects of interest, etc.

-Player Actions:
--After all the relevant information is displayed, players can select a maximum of 3 actions to react to their current situation. The following are valid:
---Chaining actions: Action that depends on the success of others. If the first action fails and there is no conditional declared, the turn ends.
---Conditional actions: Actions that can be taken should others fail as long as the meguca is still capable of attempting them.
--Each phase is divided in six hours. If the set of actions takes longer than that, then the actions may be continued in the next phase.

-Results:
--The results of these actions is then displayed at the end of the turn.
--The cycle then repeats itself.

PART 2: Events.
-There are four kind of events: Player Actions, Random Events, Witch Activity, and Extra Activity.

--Random Events: There are two kind of RE's, actually:
---Context Random Event: The ones that can happen at the beginning of each turn, these affect the current situation of the guca.
----they target one specific Stat, meaning that the stat targeted would be the most relevant to it.
----they have different Magnitudes depending on the roll. The Magnitude determines both the impact and the difficulty of the roll.
----there are four types of these:
----Positive: The event presents an oportunity for a positive development.
----Negative: The event could produce a negative outcome.
----Challenge: The event presents an oportunity for positive development, but also a negative development should it fail.
----TradeOff: The event presents an oportunity for both a positive and a negative development to take place at the same time.

---Action Random Event: These are the freak accidents that can happen with any given action. These always responnd to the nature of the action itself, and may either be positive or negative and have their own magnitude. Very unlikely, but still there.

--Witch Activity
---At the start of each phase, a roll is made to determine if a new Witch is spawned, where it is spawned, and its magnitude.
---At the start of each phase, every active Witch is assigned an action. These include:
----Moving: The Witch moves X districts in X direction. It will not move outside the boundaries of Buenos Aires because Witches are attracted to large clusters of people. Should that happen, it will move as far as it could without leaving the map.
----Attacking: A Witch can start an attack in a select district. If left alone, this will both increase its magnitude and place in jeopardy any known NPC or zone in the area.
----Spawning Familiar: A Familiar splits from the Witch and goes on its own. It's Magnitude is that of the Witch -2.
----Getting Defeated: The Witch is defeated by unknown Magical Girls and dissapears from the map.
----Idling: The Witch does nothing. Witches hardly ever make much sense anyway.

--Extra Activity
---At the start of each turn, every relevant NPC is rolled for to see if they accomplish their specific goal.
---NPC's are also subject to Random Events.

>>5494368
>>5494374
'kay, What if we encounter other players though, isn't this supposed to be a battle royale. Are we still limited by actions, do we have some freedom to settle things.
What if a player can't show up for any reason, does their state advance in any way, do they get autopiloted by the QM?

PART 3: Megucas

-All megucas have:

--Health Gauge: The Health gauge is small but regenerates quickly. It determines your physical condition. It goes to 0 during a fight then you get knocked out, if it goes into the negatives you will spend time in a come, if it goes too much into the negatives then you are pretty much dead (and if you have the rotten luck of getting a crit right into your soul gem then nothing will save you from instant death).

--Desperation Gauge: It's how much your Soul Gem is tainted. It's long, but it doesn't regenerate, and the only way to replenish it is with the Grief Seeds that spawn after a Witch is defeated. It goes down a bit every phase depending on your current mental status, and it can go down even further every phase if bad things happen to you. Basically, if you aren't happy, your Soul Gem gets darker faster, and if you are, you can stall for quite a bit (and if gets to 0, you turn into a Witch that other players can kill for a yummy Grief Seed).
---Keep in mind: Any time any kind of roll fails your Desperation Gauge has a chance getting even lower.

--Mental Condition: Your current mental condition. The worse it is, the lower your Desperation Gauge becomes each turn. Mental Conditions also spawn their very own Random Events associated each time the player declares an action.
---Condition List:
----Happy: 0.25% Despair Points per turn. No RE.
----Motivated: 1%. No RE's
----Normal: 1%. No RE's.
----In Denial: 2%. Panic Events become possible.
----Angry: 4% Psychotic Events become possible.
----Depressed: 8% Depressive Events become possible.
----Ready: 16% Suicidal Events become possible.

--Mental Conditions have a chance of going up or down any time a negative or positive event affects a meguca. Both the magnitude of the event and the megucas own stats are involved in the rolling.

--Stats:
---For the general idea, refer to >>5493007
---Additional Details:
----Power:
a) Power can be used in three ways: Physical attacks using weapons, Magical Attacks, and by using Personal Magic.
b) A Magical Girl's Power is the only stat that can be used in different magnitudes- all the others can always be used at their maximum capabilities without penalties.
c) Magnitudes exponentially increases the both the magical power of Magical Girls and its Despair Points cost and reduce the odds of success. Magnitudes affect Magical ttacks and Personal Magic but not Physical Attacks. A meguca is capable of the following magnitudes:
M1: 1% DP Cost, 13 required for success.
M2: 2.5% DP Cost, 26 required for success.
M3: 5% DP Cost, 39 required for success.
M4: 10% DP Cost, 52 required for success
M5: 20% DP Cost, 65 required for success
M6: 40% DP Cost, 78 required for success.
M7: 80% DP Cost, 91 required for success.

----Dexterity:
a) Dexterity affects how fast a meguca executes any action.
b) Independently, Dexterity also affects the ease at which a Magical Girl can get to her maximum speed when going against obstacles.

(cont!)

----Constitution:
No changes.

----Mind:
a) Rolled whenever any other kind of roll is failed. May deny despair points.
b) Lessens the chances of going to a lower mental state and increases the chances of going to a higher mental state.

----Charisma:
No changes.

----Intelligence:
a) Rolled whenever bullshit is at hand. The magnitude of bullshit is determined by both the amount of factors involved and the odds that their interaction actually makes sense. Kinda arbitrary to be honest.
b) Failing to roll intelligence will make the character do something stupid. Succeding however adds the remaining of the roll points to the next roll required.

----Wisdom:
a) Affects how fast you realize something is happening. Always rolled against the enemy wisdom to determine initiative.


--Relationships:
---No man is an island, and no meguca either. Interacting with elements make them part of your world, and this in turn affects your mood. It can be a man or a dog, or you can even just love painting and hate everyone, that's ok; we all need relationships to be happy and those relationships always require upkeep.


PART 5: FIGHTING

-First step: Wisdom vs Enemy Wisdom.
--The first thing that happens wheter guca or Witch or Familiar or a truck is that you notice something is coming. Whoever notices first gets dibs on the first action- the other is limited to react to it.

-Second Step: Dexterity + (Wisdom - Enemy Wisdom) vs Enemy Dexterity
--If you've got the initiative, then you are already halfway through your action by the time your enemy notices- provided it does. The enemy here is at a clear disadvantage and whatever it does will have to be done in less time- meaning less odds of success.

-Third Step: Power vs Enemy Constitution
--If the attacker wins the roll, the next step is to evaluate the damage against the Enemy Constitution and substract the result from the other's HP. If too much damage is done at once the enemy gets stunned, which will play against their Dexterity. The cycle then starts again.

PART 6: WITCHES

-In order to fight a watch, megucas have to travel to its location using Dexterity rolls and then locate the Witch's Laberynth by using Wisdom rolls.
-Once inside the Laberynth, In order to locate the Witch, players have to continously roll Wisdom untilt a roll hits the threshold. Failing will subject the character to a Laberynth specific Random Event.
-Players can opt for stopping to heal or to attempt a retreat instead of attempting to find the Witch.
-If the Witch moves while the players are inside its Laberynth, the players are moved with it.

-About WITCH TIME:
--Once the Witch has been found by one or more characters, the day cycle stops temporarily. All other players and actions are put on hold while these characters face the Witch in a series of turns until the Witch is defeated, they manage to retreat, or they all are defeated.
--Other players and npc megucas, both known or unknown, can join the fight after it started but ONLY through a specific random event.
-Once the Witch has been defeated, the Laberynth dissapears, and the Witch spawns a Soul Gem.

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Aight guys so I went FULL SIMIAN. No regrets. There's no PART 4, I'm just fucking with you, and I know some things may be missing but don't worry, we'll wing it.

Now, amma have to ask you kind south african oil tycoons to be a little bit patient with me cuz I busted this homebrew out of my ass because I wanted for this quest to be as good as I could make it, so if things are broken, fucked, make no fucking sense or straight up infuriate your little pink ass do not worry, we can fix it, we can adapt and we can change it together.

That being said, I'm gonna take a break cuz I've been brainstorming and doing tests ever since I woke up and I want some fucking sugar. I know the rolls are missing, don't worry, I'll be asking for them after declaring beforehand what could happen with each.

>>5494393
>>>What if we encounter other players though, isn't this supposed to be a battle royale.
Up to you. If you've read the manga Battle Royale then you know you've got choices.

>>Are we still limited by actions, do we have some freedom to settle things.
I'll give you guys as much freedom as I can without going against the rolls. If we have to bullshit a bit, we will bullshit until we figure out a system.

>>What if a player can't show up for any reason, does their state advance in any way, do they get autopiloted by the QM?
They keep up with their normal routine until their desperation gets too low, in which case they'll start hunting witches. Kinda like an hibernation state.

All that shit being said: we starting tonight!
Fuck yeah!

>>5494432
So far so good, I'm just a bit worried about the whole Witch Time thing. That has potential to crater player engagement unless it's resolved by rapid-fire rolls by both the QM and the affected player(s), I think. But we'll see what happens.

Epic.

>>5494426
Should a meguca be in the labyrinth when others engage the witch itself, will they be factored into WITCH TIME and still be able to futz through the labyrinth on the off chance they make it through in time to join the battle?
Or will they just have a higher chance of being able to break in with a random event than someone half way across the city?

>>5494393
By simple resource scarcity we will be fated to fight one another. Or at least, try to compete with one another for witch kills. The constantly ticking doom timer in combination with grief seeds as the only panacea are in place to make sure of that.

Hence why red meguca told the other megucas to shove off when she did as >>5493004 Opening Picture describes. She tried to claim the city as her turf for harvesting witches. Too many meguca in an area and not enough witches means they start to go pop. Sorta like wolves and deer.

>>5494432
>There's no PART 4,
I woulnd't have noticed if you hadn't told me
Anyways, on terms of speed you are actually on pace with some of the ongoing quests, even if it's just chargen and setups. So you are fine for now.
>>5494576
I was more concerned about the mechanical side, but on an in-character perspective we won't realize the full extent of the consequences on account of kyubey being an asshole/the plot.

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Rolled 54, 76, 97 = 227 (3d100)

Had to reroll a fuckbunch of times cuz my dumb ass forgot how to roll different types of die in the same post so fucking help me.

Aight GUISEE we kick this off by rolling for the first Witch Spawns, then for the first meguca random events.

First Number is for Witch Spawn. If the number is from 1 to 13, boy, we have a Witch.

Second Number is for Witch Location. There are 50 locations on the map. 1,2 means 1a, 3,4 means 1b, and so on.

Third Number is for Witch Magnitude.

1 to 20: Magnitude 1 Witch
21 to 40: Magnitude 2 Witch
41 to 60: Magnitude 3 Witch
61 to 75: Magnitude 4 Witch
76 to 90: Magnitude 5 Witch
91 to 95: Magnitude 6 Witch
96 to 99: Magnitude 7 Witch

alight rollin

>>5494655
oh yeah you can only roll one type of dice in a post
also no witch but thats fine

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As I still only remember how to roll the same fucking die I'll go ahead and roll a fuckton of d100 for each guca. They'll all make sense you'll see.

The order of the rolls:
-Emma
-Jimena
-Rita
-Lucinda
-Erika

The rolls and what the fuck do they mean:

First Number is for Target Stat. Will go like this for now:

1 to 14: Power
15 to 28: Dexterity
29 to 42: Constitution
43 to 56: Mind
57 to 70: Wisdom
71 to 84: Intelligence
85 to 100: Charisma

Second Number is for Event Type. Goes like this:

1 to 30: Positive
31 to 60: Negative
61 to 80: Challenge
81 to 100: TradeOff

Thid Number is for Event Magnitude. Works just like Witch Magnitude.

Rolled 71, 48, 13, 60, 95, 39, 55, 94, 76, 44, 17, 56, 93, 76, 55 = 892 (15d100)

>>5494672

>>5494672
>>5494674
a Wisdom check you are fucking with me

>>5494675
Good fucking luck I'm posting after dinner

>>5494434
This is actually a good point. If worst comes to worst I'll just start the next phase with the guca still fighting the Witch or in the Laberynth. We'll see.

>>5494576
For now, and I say 'for now' because it is very likely that I change Witch Time, the gucas either in the area or already in the laberynth will be the only ones considered for the random events that let them join, with higher chances the closer they are. For now.

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>>5494672
IT BEGIIIIIIINS! Looks like I get a MIND check too. Oh boy...

>>5494674
>44,17,56
>Mind, Positive, Magnitude 3
Interesting.

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It is eight in the morning of the twelfth day of December, of the year two thousand twenty two-

and welcome to Meguca Royale.

--Status Report--

▲ Emma Imeredala ▲

HP: 100
DP: 100
Condition: Normal

Random Event Rolls:
71 = Intelligence
48 = Negative
13 = Magnitude 1

It's just for one brief second, but Emma does wonder how that rooster would taste like and how many people she could feed with it. Still in her pajamas, still in bed, still drowzy; yet the instant pang of guilt is almost enough to jolt her awake. Poor rooster, after all; it does its very best to keep her habits in check, yet she wants to it eat. Pushing deep inside the hard fact that she still /wants/ to eat it, Emma finally leaves the bed.
She's unphased when she comes down the stairs and finds both the kitchen and living room completely empty, in fact, a little piece of her enjoys it. The rest of her, of course, is entirely aware that ten minutes from now this house will put a rock concert to shame. Taking the eggs and carrots from the fridge, Emma thinks she would not have it any other way.
But barely five minutes after the first invader shows up after rolling down the stairs like a rock, non other than his new little sister Clara. Well, one of seven. She's barely five years old, and Emma doesn't even get to say 'good morning' when the kids pushes the tiny notebook to her chest.
Clara tells Emma that she 'can't solve the numbers'. Amused at first, Emma realizes, after taking a quick look, that it's actually a fairly advanced equation for someone as tender as the new lil sis. And yet, regardless, that should be totally obvious at this point for someone her age.
Hmm... what to do...

Jimena Gimenez

HP: 100
DP: 100
Condition: Normal

Random Event Rolls:
60 = Wisdom
95 = TradeOff
39 = Magnitude 2

Actually, this is not even the fifth time that Jimena falls asleep on the floor; she simply will never try to remember the rest. Dad is simply sipping mate, watching the sports channel from the table right next to her, a man that was forced to ascend to a higher level of tolerance and acceptance. Still drooling like a faucet, you glace sideways towards that saint of a man and then the same sound that woke her up startles Jimena again- the cellphone very conveniently placed right next to her ear.

(cont!)

>>5494655
Considering that would have been a turn 1 Walpurgisnacht Night, probably for the best it didn't spawn.

Jimena Gimenez

The message is simple: Fernando, your guy friend who is not gay but simply CANNOT see you as a cute girl, says he'll trade his Nintendo Switch for your cellphone. Your heart skips a beat. The cellphone that you dad got you is barely worth less than half than the console. The excuse is that he got a PS5 and that he's tired of your sorry ass going kawaii just to get in his room. You don't give a fuck, man. But there are a few things to consider
mainly
that you can't find
your goddamn keys.
You ask the old man. He doesn't have them. You ask him again. He hasn't seen them. You ask him to please, pretty fucking please, open the door.
He laughs-so-goddman-HARD. After you lost key number 53, more than a giggle, more than a cackle, he laughs.
...fffffFU

Rita Hammerhead

HP: 100
DP: 100
Condition: Happy

Random Event Rolls:
55 = Mind
94 = TradeOff
76 = Magnitude 5

Three hours ago, at 5 in the morning, Rita didn't wake up. She did; but merely saying so does not make it justice. No; three hours ago, Rita's body went, from the bed, from 0 degrees up to a perfect 90 in the span of half second like a fucking windshield in the rain. Standing in the bed, she didn't say it, she felt it: 'Let's fucking GO'.
What would it take for an absolute fucking slob who hasn't even developed the minimal required level of decency required to NOT look for candy in a trashcan in front of her friends, in front of people that go to shool with her, that spray rumors about her while she plays videogames in class, to instantly become a german factory worker? Apparently, owning a water park.
A water park named SEAnanigans that will open today.
A Magical Girl's body is much, much stronger than that of a normal human being's- and yet, Rita is sweating. The past three hours were spent doing nothing but organize, check and recheck, ensure that all of her employees were awake, going to each of her employees houses independently to wake them up, bringing her already pretty fucking upset employees on site, fixing pipes- but it's looking good. They hate her with a burning passion, but no one disagrees: it looks damn good and there are already people waiting.

Rita had already spotted him before the man even got in the crowd: a very tall man in a suit. She allowed him in through the back door, because this man didn't seem to want a splash in her kickass water park (something that Rita will never understand).
He made things simple: the suitcase had much more money than Rita had ever seen in her life. Enough money, maybe, to buy two new water parks.
Her mind races so hard it goes blank: is it the location? Is it the popularity? What would make this place worth so much?
Rita is stunned and begins to babble...

(cont!)

Yo, faggot OP! No response to >>5493242?????????????????????

>>5494817

ರೃ Lucinda Newhorn ರೃ

HP: 100
DP: 100
Condition: Normal

Random Event Rolls:
44 = Mind
17 = Positive
56 = Magnitude 3

While there is much to say about the artistic value of beautiful girls sitting under the drizzle, maybe watching one directly would be shocking. In the case of Lucinda, maybe there's something in her eyes. Something that kept even the fuckbois who saw her in that bench at the plaza to get a word in. Instinct, perhaps.

Lucinda didn't sleep this time either. She is under the rain, but she's not sad. Her clothes are wet, but she doesn't shiver. Free from convention, she'd be naked under the rain, not out of any kind of fantasy or fetish or ideal but simply beause it would be practical, strictly out of a polished sense of pragmatism unbound by morality- if she had noticed it in time.

Lucinda didn't notice the dog either, not until she felt that coarse nose on her skin; jolting back with her teeth clenched, she met the beast with burning eyes. The beast didn't mind. At all. Wagging its tail and tongue, it just stood there to stare in silence. And like all living things, Lucinda hated it with burning passion.

But... at the same time... it is naked under the rain, is it not? And it doesn't mind manners. The thought escapes: maybe, just maybe, the beast and me have something in common.

■-■ Erika Kruppman ■-■

HP: 100
DP: 100
Condition: Normal

Random Event Rolls:
93 = Charisma (LOL)
76 = Challenge
55 = Magnitude 3

Maybe the sun and clouds are crying because Erika is already stuck in the library while the rest laugh with their friends. Erika doesn't give a FUCK. At least, that's what she thinks. When the storm comes, she will be ready and they will drown. In the old fable of the grasshooper that fucked around while the ant prepared for winter, she would be winter, not the ant. The books under her nose are weapons, and the future is one big scared bear about to face a tank.

Erika was wrong on one just ONE particular account. Not the tank; she was the bear. The breathing next to her ear was that of a predator, of a tiger chasing a lamb, of an otaku watching a cosplayer, of a housewife finding a 90% discount on soda. White as the clouds on the sky, Erika turns around.

It's that girl. It's that FUCKING girl. And she's smirking. Erika knows to heart it's a pure smile because Karina has only one braincell, and therefore only one intention at a time.
And it's one loud fucking braincell.

Karina. Erina and Karina. It's the names, the goddamned names.

Drowning out any planes that could be on the background, Karina asks Erika to come out with her friends on a picnic. While it's fucking raining. Dreading point out the fact (and everything else for that matter), Erika simply stares at Romina as if the cute kind and loud girl had a burning fuse.

AIGHT guys this is the first time in like 66 posts that you guys are even gonna vote LOL, so let me go over the rules again.

-You pick a maximun of three actions. Think them well because these actions will be linked to any stat I can link them to.
-Actions can be chained. They can depend upon the success of one another.
-You can do 'Ifs' if you want but don't go bananas.
-Actions should take less than six hours in total, but they can be completed in the next phase.
-Read the rules: >>5494368
--If rules are unclear don't stick your dick in a fan, ask me questions.

Do not roll yet. Once we determine the stats involved, I'll ask for a roll of each. Not the best system to be honest, but we'll make do for now cause it's precise.

Also I tried to add Rita and Jimenaz's personal symbols and this shit didn't let me.

>>5494846
Oh she NAGA (like those guys from warcraft) I had my head so deep in my ass that I didn't notice. I'm doing my part as you can CLEARLY FUCKING SEE, so thank you and enjoy the quest!

>>5494802
don't tell me you didnt want it

>>5494886
>>5494870
>Attempt to pet the dog.
>Throw a stick for the dog.
>Observe/Follow the dog around to see more commonalities between us.
Like this OP?

>>5494886
How come my event starts written in third person and ends in second person? I'll take it as proof of main-characterism.

Fucking Fernando, doesn't he know PS5 has no games? First things first, those keys are as good as gone, get out by the window. Bars can't stop you if you are made of rubber, and a few stories fall is nothing for a magical girl, if there is one. Is this a stupid reason for draining your precious Soul Gem? Well, duh. But are you gonna beg to your dad one more time? No way José. Do at least bring an umbrella. And your phone. Then maybe take the metro, I'm assuming you got enough monopoly money to afford that.

>>5494957
Yeah that works man, and this is where I'd say:
a) Roll Mind (Normal, 1d100)
b) Roll Mind (Normal, 1d100)
c) Roll Wisdom & Mind (Normal and Normal, 2d100)
Meaning, roll a 4d100

Let's demo this while we wait for the rest, maybe we can find a better way to detect rolls required and roll them at the same time.

That being said, do keep in mind than that's all you'll be doing for this phase. Which is fine, really

>>5494870
>Ok Erika, just... just tell her you're busy. Yes! But wait! You can't just tell her to scuttle away... you got to make a bit of small talk, yes, ASK her about the picnic and who her friends are...
>AND THEN TELL her you're busy! It's the perfect plan...
>OR... you could actually GO with her... I mean, there's no way she intends something bad, she doesn't have the mental faculties for that, and even she or at least her friends should know that rain + being outside = bad... unless it's one of her "friends" that isn't wellmeaning... yes, better talk with her about it..

If it't not clear then my vote is to:
>>ASK her why, where and who her friends are.
>>IF(answer == bad || answer == shady):
>Tell her Erika is busy.
>>ELSE: actualy go with her.

>>5494817
Now we're TALKIN'. Looks like we're hitting the ground running, huh? I'm gonna echo >>5494957 here and ask if this is what you're looking for, OP:

>Get to the comfy chair in the Water Park Office before 'Suit Dick' can.
>Reel him in and whittle him down by letting 'Suit Dick' spew his 'Suit Dick' sales pitch while we idly listen making a show of stuffing our face full of candy. Loudly.
>SEAnanigans isn't a business... it's a way of LIFE. Once this tool's done with his offer make a show of throwing the briefcase across the room. Family fun and aquatic merriment can't be bought, 'Suit Dick'!

Rolled 70, 45, 10, 3 = 128 (4d100)

>>5494976
Crit.

>>5494991
Would now be a good time to ask what counts as a crit?
Are we just doing the classic 1's and 100's only thing, or something different?

>>5494975
>>How come my event starts written in third person and ends in second person? I'll take it as proof of main-characterism.
Because the (You) will haunt you forever after you QM.

Ok, so this is what I'm getting:
a) Fuck you dad you ain't winning, dignity ain't SHIT. You jump out of any window.
b) Get umbrella, get phone, take metro. You can assume that you get by so no biggie.
c) Trade cellphone for Switch and laugh at the fuck when he realizes 4k means shit if you don't have a 4k TV.

If that's the case, then just roll me an Action Random Event.

>>5494957
>>5494991
And you too roll me an Action Random Event, I really forgot lol. For the both of you is three numbers each, one for Stat, other for type, and the other for Magnitude.
Thing is, we only deal with positive or negative events with Actiones RE, so 1-50 is positive and 51-100 is negative.

>>5494987
I think I get it man! Let's see.
>>Ask who her friends are (no roll)
>>Detect if answer is bad or shady (wisdom roll)
>If bad: Tell her Erika is busy (Charisma roll)
>If good: Go out with her (Charisma roll)

Also roll me an Action RE for Wisdom and Charisma. Yeah, that's three more rolls. Yeah, that's a fuckton of rolls, lol we make do

>>5494988
>>Get him to comfy chair (No roll)
>>Let him talk out of his ass and keep poisoning yourself as usual (No roll)
>>Treat him like shit (Charisma roll)

One roll and one RE. 4 rolls. Gogo.

>>5495003
We go with 1,2,3 and 98,99,100. So yeah, crit.

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>5495006
Cool, sounds good.

Rolled 24, 69, 6, 69 = 168 (4d100)

>>5495006
I was planning on BEATING HIM to the chair, but no worries. Watch THIS!

Rolled 57, 74, 75 = 206 (3d100)

>>5495006
my first roll, let's go

>>5495017
this is bullshit

Rolled 8, 78, 79, 88, 15, 33, 95, 29, 44 = 469 (9d100)

>>5495006

Rolled 63, 41, 78 = 182 (3d100)

>>5495006

>>5495020
>15 and 29 for Charisma
>Bloody 8 for Wisdome
being meguca is suffering

Rolled 82, 16, 85 = 183 (3d100)

>>5495006
Forgot the 3 extra rolls

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>>5495023
BOI you know eeeet

Rita:
>>5495016

Charisma Roll: 24
RE:
Stat: 69 (Wisdom)
Type: 6 (Positive)
Magnitude: 69 (Magnitude 4)


Lucinda:
>>5494957

Mind Roll: 70
Mind Roll: 45
Wisdom Roll: 10
Mind Roll: 3
RE:
Stat: 63 (Wisdom)
Type: 41 (Positive)
Magnitude: 78 (Magnitude 5)


Jimena:
>>5495017

Mind Roll: 70
Mind Roll: 45
Wisdom Roll: 10
Mind Roll: 3
RE:
Stat: 57 (Wisdom)
Type: 74 (Positive)
Magnitude: 75 (Magnitude 5)


Erika:
>>5495023
Gonna be merciful on your ass cuz I forgot to remind you to roll 4 dies for each Charisma roll lol. That being said, I forgot to account for one situation; the Wisdom roll failing so hard that you get no info or insight whatsoever lol.
So guess what, besides the 4 new Charisma Rolls you also get to straight up decide wheter you go or not.
Leave the RE rolls as they are though, no touching

Aight guys we gonna give Emma time to show up cuz I've been writing aaaaaaaaa day long and I wanna sleep too. I'm already learning stuff, but for now I'll roll with the punches we got, no changes till next round.

>>5495046
>Jimena:
>Type: 74 (Positive)
>1-50 is positive and 51-100 is negative.
Wouldn't this one be negative OP? or am I missing something?

>>5495056
Nope, I fucked up. Gonna recheck everything tomorrow just in case.

>>5495056
would you please mind your own fucking business

>>5495057
Cool, I think you just partly mixed in my rolls in together with someone else's by accident.

Enjoy your sleep my man, you earned it. See you 2morrow.

>>5495058
Sorry not sorry, lol.

>>5495046
>Tell her you're busy, this is too stupid even for her to suggest, and the books aren't so bad, friendship is not everybody's cup of tea either...
Good night QM

>>5495046
G'night, OP. Thanks for putting this whole clusterfuck together!

>>5494799
>Emma thinks she would not have it any other way.
Cute, and true. Poor rooster though!

>Ask Clara where she found the book (nicely) and use older sister/proto-mom instinct to tell if she's lying.
>IF it's just something she found, Emma can distract Clara with breakfast and take the notebook to return it to its rightful owner later. IF NOT, then she'll have to take some time after breakfast prep to solve it for little sis. Google powers go!
>Try to multitask making breakfast for the family at the same time.

Obviously action 3 should happen no matter what, while action 2 will depend on action 1's result. If it fails, Emma will try and solve the equation/ look it up.

AIGHT so thing's like this- after this, we ain't doing Action Random Events no more. Not ever. Or maybe until I can stop them from turning into an endless loop.
Thing is, I wanna let you guys react to any events, it's only fair or else it's plain railroading. But if an event generates another RE, we'll be stuck in the morning of December 12 like Homura.

So enjoy the first and last round of RE's. And no, Emma doesn't get any.

>>5495157
Also roll me:
a) Wisdom (Weak: 2d100) (Magnitude 1)
b) Wisdom (in case it doesn't belong to the house) (Weak: 2d100) (Magnitude 1)
c) Intelligence (in case it is) (Weak: 2d100)
d) Dexterity (because you are cooking for 14 other people here) (Weak: 2d100) (Magnitude 3)

Meaning, roll me a 8d100. The magnitudes on the other three actions will be arbitrary this time, I'll try to come up with a way to maybe randomize the magnitudes that we don't declare from the start, but without ending up with "making a sandwich: Magnitude 7".

Also thanks for the clarification at the bottom, little stuff like that always helps.

>>5495076
jus doin my best negro

Aight writing for everyone else while I wait for Emma's rolls, then first round is over.

Rita Hammerhead

Charisma Roll: 24
RE:
Stat: 69 (Wisdom)
Type: 6 (Positive)
Magnitude: 69 (Magnitude 4)

The man with the suitcase full of power simply stares in silent stoicism as a line of saliva drools from the corner of Rita's mouth.
She sucks it right up.
Cheerfully, yet with no hesitation, she invites the man to the main office, yet just another section she perfected over a week of hard work.

Yet as the man is about to sit in the guest's chair at the desk, Rita sits on it right before it. The man in a suitstops, but just for a second; he laughs it off and just sits where the owner of the whole place should, maybe taking it as a sign.

From across the table, Rita opens a palm of her hand towards him; the man nods then begins to talk. Which gets harder by the second as Rita's chewing gets louder and louder. To the young water park owner's increasing dismay, however, the man continues to fling rethoric questions at her regarding possible future investments, prompting her to answer with a full mouth- which she continues to stuff right after every question. Unflinched by the show, the man pushes on. Statistics. Bussiness plans. Bank contracts. All things as alien as aliens to Rita, who's good at dumster diving and knows good game lore.

And once he's done talking, once he finally rounds it all up, the man in suits patiently awaits in silence as Rita's body slowly becomes more sugar than water. But then it's Rita who waits quietly, staring at the suitcase- which the man slowly, yet elegantly slides over the table, towards her.

Which Rita flings across the room. A suitcase full of money.

Albeit slight, there is shock in the man's face, but perhaps not so much since Rita was a special case to begin with. A girl in her teens, still in highschool, already the owner of her own waterpark though all she does is nap in class and roll gacha; what's there to expect? And as a very energetic Rita makes a show out of telling him that SEAnanginas is not a bussiness, but a way of life, that family fun and aquatic meriment can't be bought, the man simply stands up,grabs the suitcase, nods with the same little smile, and walks away without even a remark.

And Rita is left alone, still laughing. After all... the nerve!

...

That is when Rita begins to consider that maybe her attitude was uncalled for. Maybe Suit Dick was just offering her a fair trade that could benefit them both. Maybe, accidentally, or purely out of a lack of social tact, she just made one very big enemy, strong enough to just attempt to buy all she has in one sitting, confident enough to just walk away with a smile.

...maybe he's still around?

(cont!)

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ರೃ Lucinda Newhorn ರೃ

Mind Roll: 70
Mind Roll: 45
Wisdom Roll: 10
Mind Roll: 3
RE:
Stat: 63 (Wisdom)
Type: 41 (Positive)
Magnitude: 78 (Magnitude 5)

It's old, it's wet, ti's dirty, it smells bad- that is what a disgusted Lucinda thinks as she bites her lower lip. It's free, she also thinks, and her teeth loosen up. At least oh so much more free than she was.

As drizzle makes a curtain between then, Lucinda stretches a hand that could well be bitten towards the ever patient dog. Then she reels back- then stretches again as she holds her breath. Petting a dog can be harder than learning Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata on piano, a fact anyone else would find laughable- a fact that, to Lucinda, could never be more real.

She touches the dogs forehead before even noticing.

And when the anti-social prodigy reels back, it's the dog that pushes forward to her hand. Slowly, ever so slowly, Lucinda's hand brushes against wet hair and warm meat. It feel uncomfortable. Someone stop to stare and watch, but Lucinda's raw stare gets her going as if she left caviar in a burning oven.

Switfly, Lucinda grabs a stick next to her and flings it towards the plaza, and it lands on the grass. The dog just stares, wagging its tail; it neither goes after it or leaves. Perhaps that is a cliche, and some dogs are just big lazy cats.

Yet while Lucinda is an interesting person, to the dog, she must be way less interesting than the hotdog stand- which he chases down as it rolls past. Intrigued by the animal, Lucinda follows from a distance. The owner of the hotdog stand may have done this for decades already, because he just stops, whips out a sausage, and feeds it to the dog, perhaps already perfectly aware that this is the only way that the chase will end with his sanity intact.

Lucinda follows the dog around for a while, studying it like a book, yet learning nothing she couldn't find in one. After all, meaning is hidden in plain sight, but there is some that Lucinda could draw from this experience, a lesson of almost extreme importance derived from a simple fact: the dog didn't bite her.

...Then she stops in her tracks. Why? Just... why? Why did the man feed the dog? If he had to feed any dog that he came across, how much would that cost him? Wouldn't it be more efficient to simply find a way to scare them? Take another path? Kick them, maybe?

The answer leaves her stuck under the rain.

>>Lucinda has developed a tolerance for animals. She may practice her Charisma with them.

■-■ Erika Kruppman ■-■

RE:
Stat: 82 (Intelligence)
Type: 16 (Positive)
Magnitude: 85 (Magnitude 5)

Erika simply asks Romina if she's stupid. To almost any other human being on planet Earth and perhaps the rest of the Solar System, this would be considered an insult: to Erika, this is strictly a scientific query. Her honest intent is to acquire data for the good of mankind because, as far as Erika was aware as of yet, that single brain cell was still pulling its weight. The picnic under the rain has clearly put that theory in jeopardy

And yet Romina just laughs and laughs at the bluntness- some people actually appreciate it. Even after Erika tells her that a picnic under the rain is too stupid even for her to suggest.

That's when Romina says, of course it's stupid, let's do something stupid, it will be so fun- but how could it be fun if it's so stupid?!

Erika looks away; that's why friendship is not everyone's cup of tea. Books, at least, don't want her catching pneumonia.

Strictly out of sheer curiosity, Erika asks Romina how she intended to do it, this retarded picnic under the rain. And yes, she did say retarded. The idea was as follow: we line up a LOOOT of umbrellas and then we sit under them! As Romina draws the picture in the air, she's brimming oh so brightly.

...yet this still raises so many questions. For one, it doesn't account for the wind. For two, it doesn't account for the height of the umbrellas. Three, how to hold them together, lest they've decided to have a hand busy at all times. Four... Erika shakes her head.

...Cleanly Erika rejects the invitation. Romina insists with a 'pweeease' voice, yet Erika rejects it again. But... but... it still bothers her, and it bothers her so much, the inefficiency, the sheer lack of planning--

maybe there is other way they could go about it?

>>5495458
Niiiiiiice. Time to get a pet hamster or something..... Just something that can't escape from Lucinda or fight back if she decides to beat the shit out of it, if it pisses her off.
Seems likely from what I can tell. If her parents even allow her to have one, that is.

Good job QM!!

Alright so, critfails are: 1, 2, 3
And critsuccesses are: 98, 99, 100
For everything.

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ᕙ Jimena Gimenez ᕗ

RE:
Stat: 57 (Wisdom)
Type: 74 (Positive) (Yes, you read right africano)
Magnitude: 75 (Magnitude 5)

No. You ain't winning. Yes, the man does pay the bills, yes, the man did raise her right, yes, Jimena does owe him not being a much worse person even though he had to work and raise her entirely on his own-

but she will not give him this.
Jimena Gimenez will pay with dignity.

Why? Maybe it's a girl thing. Maybe it's honor, or pride or whatever. Maybe Jimena just can't bring herself to finally admit that she is a slob and has to change. The slob just ponder it for a bit as she jump out of the second fucking floor straight into the street, crash landing near a cat that was taking a shit, The umbrella didn't make her fall slowly like in that movie and is now turned upside down; easy fix. The phone, now soon to be a Switch, is safely kept on the bag. If she can just make it to Fernando's before going to school, Jimena will play the Good Stuff during class- and she will finally learn something worthwhile in school.

Up until this point in her life, Jimena had never managed to feel thankful for having a subway station so close to her house in Belgrano- other parts of Buenos Aires away from the center had to rely entirely on ten million different bus companies. Waiting on the station, already rehaersing what she's going to Fernando before punching him in the ribs if he changes his mind, The fucking wuss.

And when she gets to his house, 99% of Jimena's braincells consider kicking the door down until she remember that he lives with his family. And that his little sister, who is always very nice to her, is very sensitive to sudden noises. Entirely for her sake, she simply knocks on the door.

knock knock

no answer.

...

knock knock

...

no... nothing.

and right as Jimena's braincells start a revolution to overthrow the knocking-doors dictatorship, that little voice in the background prevent what seems like a funny manner of speech to actually, literally fucking happen. Opening the door, it's Luna, the little sister. Cutting her off by patting her head, Jimena, like a soldier, makes way towards Fernando's room.

If he's jacking off, so be it; Jimena slams the door open. He wasn't. Fernando, in fact, was sitting shotgun, ready. Years and years of putting up with this shit has hardened the man, made him stronger. Jimena simply places the cellphone on his desk and stares at him dead in the eye; with the same dead stare, he delivers the case. This prompt such a shrill girlish scream that Fernando is forced to sacrifice his sandwitch to the endless pit of spikes that his Jimena's mouth by slamming it into her mouth, to protect his sister. Jimena, in full understanding and acceptance- simply chews.

>>Jimena's mental condition is now Motivated.

(cont!)

ᕙ Jimena Gimenez ᕗ

Fernando calmly requests for Jimena not to be an absolute fucking simian, which she promises to take into further consideration.

Jimena turns around to leave,

yet

she's been in this room quite a number of times, but this time, something feels off- something is different. She glances at Fernando: it's slight, it's small, but there IS a drop of sweat in that forehead.

Out of pure raw intuition, Jimena notices that something is different. But should she pry...? Should she?

What would this fuckface have to hide?

-----------------

aight guys we are doing this for the first and last time, give me a new set of actions, no Random Event. Later tonight after Argentina-Croacia, after I ask for the rolls, I'll be closing up this turn today and making a few changes here and there for quality of life niggatry.

>>5495515
>Go home and find one of Lucinda's parents.
>Ask for a pet dog.
>Go on amazon and buy pet specific stuff (Toys, A big dog cage, dog food and treats, Books on how to bond with dogs and train them, Food and water bowl, etc.

If parent refuses to buy pet, then:
>Ask if there's something Lucinda can do to change their mind, parents usually want something, after all...

>>5495513
>>5495515
Now that's a great bribe in exchange getting the fuck out of this house.
But before that...
>Try and bait him to slip and say something damning. "There's nothing on that phone that I'd care to hide. Not that you don't already know."
>Stall for time "Oh yeah, I'm gonna need you to get the sim card out, you know I got shaky hands."
>IF he does fall for it, press him. Threaten him that you'll come to play Demon Souls or something, if necessary.

>>5495527
Saying this just in case for allyguys: don't forget the random event. It's an opportunity. There is something to roll for.

Of course, feel free to disregard it entirely and do fuck whatever

Rolled 62, 75, 83, 31, 7, 67, 85, 29 = 439 (8d100)

>>5495402
Finally back on my PC. My phone IP is rangebanned, so I had to wait.

Rolling 8d100 in the order you listed. One thing to note is that roll c should be roll 2d100 take best, Emma's Intellect is Strong, not weak.

>>5495682
So a is 62, b is 31, c is 67 instead of 7, and d is 29. I only now remember that we can use different stats than stated if we can come up with a good reason and maybe get a good intellect roll, right?
Today's breakfast may be slightly toasted in the meantime...

>>5495472
>>Romina's solution, after boiling away everything but it's premise, is simple, enough. Just have something between the rain and our heads. The question is what to use. A tent would be preferable but there's no way to obtain one...wait! We don't need a full tent, just a tarp or anythimg that can work as a tarp.
Actions:
>make use of your position as the school's füh-Student Council President to AQUIRE a tarp or preferably two, there has to be a couple of those in the maintenace closet.
>IF there are no tarps that can be used then it's time to get creative, there has to be at least a couple of people who use rain capes. Just invite them along to the picnic, should be easy enough, just talk and... talk... ok, if worst come to pass, just metaphoricaly throw Romina at them until they agree. You could use that time to get something to stand on outside, like an unused sport mattress' cover
>AFTER all of that, go with Romina and maybe the raint cape-wearers to the nearest tree outside and tie to tarp/ capes to the branches to make a makeshift roof and place down the remaing tarp/cover.

Rolled 3, 2, 1, 4, 5, 4, 2, 1, 3, 3 = 28 (10d6)

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>>5495438
Wait... what has she DONE!? Quick, before it's too late!

>Tail 'Suit Dick' to his car or however he got here. It's just like that Assassin mission in Thief!
>Try to glean some dirt off of him--does he talk to anyone on the phone? Any identifying marks or conversations to see who he's working for?
>If caught just attribute the display of autism in the meeting as nerves--if he gives Rita a business card or something she'll be certain to discuss it more once she's thought things over (but really this guy's gonna get STAKED OUT LATER)

As Morrowind's award-winning expansion Bloodmoon taught her, Rita knows not to immediately cave at the first offer. Like the East Empire Company stocks in the Raven Rock Colony Sidequest, she knows that holding onto something of value might make it more worthwhile in the future--doubly so when said valuable thing allows her to skip any line at the park. Which reminds her--she really oughta' get some PARK TIME in before going home... wait, is it a school day?

Eh. Doesn't matter. She's got a WATER PARK NOW.

OID MORTALES EL GRITO SANGRAAAAAADO
Congrats to Argentina

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>>5496002
yknow desu I had my balls in my throat at the start, cause let-s be real, these guys took Neymar out. And despite the 3-0 I still hold mad respect for Croatia for making it this far, godspeed Modric, made it to top four.

Lucinda Newhorn:
>>5495527
a) I'f only have you roll for her to find her own house if her Int was Un-Extreme.
b) LAWL girl roll me 4d100 for Charisma, we going Magnitude 4 here. And why is that?
-Ultra conservative fuckheads.
-No empathy.
-Small house.
-What would the neighbors say?
c) Roll me a 1d100 for Wisdom in case she somehow pulls it off
d) Hmm roll me another 4d100 for Charisma and I tell you what: if none of the rolls is below 10, you convince them to trade. Yeah, bending the knee a bit here.
You gotta roll like a 9d100.

Jimena Gimenez:
>>5495530
a) Aight, roll me 2d100 for Charisma, Magnitude 3 cuz you pullin his balls.
b) Anoter 2d100 for Charisma and oh lawl 4d100 for Wisdom
c) Not sure I get what this one means. What you wanna do if the guy buys it and tries to take out he SIM?

Clarify it a bit just in case.

Erika Kroppman:
>>5495720
a) lolololol roll Charisma, 4d100 just to ask for the keys for the closet, she'll get them anyway I just wanna see the reaction. Get a good roll and someone may come helping though.
b) Roll me 3d100 for Intelligence in case Erika has to get creative and roll me, you guessed damn right, 4d100 for Charisma in case she has to ask for help, if you get more than 10 you get Romina, and Magnitude 2 for anyone else since it's something so simple.
c) We are using the previous Charisma rolls here so no need, that being said roll me another 3d100 for Intelligence, this time Magnitude 2 cuz you need a miracle to fuck this one up.

Any clarification more than welcome. That being said, we are counting the rolls in the order I mentioned them.

>>5495741
wut

Rita Hammerhead:
>>5495855
a) Roll 2d100 for Wisdom to track the guy Magnitude 3, roll 1d100 for Dexterity to see if you make it, Magnitude 2 because I mean the fuck is like right there.
b) Roll 2d100 for Wisdom to see if you pick up any relevant information, algo how do you plan to listen for informations or picking up marks, are you getting the fucking car??
c) Roll 2d100 for Charisma just in case then.

Emma Imerelada
>>5495682
Meanwhile, I'll get to work on this.
>>5495687
Yeah, but that should happen when I declare which stats may be used like I'm doing right now, if you already roll then you roll with the punches. That's the point of these kind of posts, they give you guys time to call for bullshit or to make last minute changes or questions. I think I'm going to keep doing it like this even if it makes the quest a bit slower; it's either precision or speed and I'm not in a rush.

Anyway, if you give me the OK I'm rollin, if you've got a valid complain now would be the time to hear it.

Rolled 37, 47, 46, 82, 75, 10, 39, 71 = 407 (8d100)

>>5496056
I meant to say that if he sounds like he's hiding something then pressure him to spill the beans, really its just the follow up of the first action, the SIM card is an excuse to keep the conversation going. The order doesn't matter that much, it makes sense in my head.

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Rolled 26, 80, 92, 92, 28, 99, 52 = 469 (7d100)

>>5496056
>The fuck is like right there
Rita's JUST. THAT. GOOD.

>How to listen in
Depends on whether the guy A) Enters a car or B) Pulls his phone out first. If he's driving away I figure we can, like, cling to the bottom or something. Rita saw it in a movie once. Or snag a maintenance golf cart? Tricky stuff, but this gal's got sugar in her.

If he just takes a call outside of a car then she can just lurk around the corner and listen... maybe do the old 'pretend to read a newspaper' trick?

Anyways it looks like seven rolls, right? Here goes something!

>>5496059
okay, the wisdom was always going to be a lost cause but the charisma I think I got it

Rolled 83, 76, 64, 45, 44, 18, 94, 29, 86, 82 = 621 (10d100)

>>5496056
4 rolls (Charisma) + 3 rolls (Inteligence) + 3 rolls (Inteligence)

Waitin on Emma and Lucinda.

Meanwhile: I know we are off to a rocky start and wingin it cuz the mechanics were untested, and that we still don't have a fixed schedule and many etc- but hows it going so far? I'm open to criticism, suggestions, ideas about the mechanics, whatever that could help the quest. I'm not here to pretend to be mr dickus maximus, im here to have fun, so whatever you guys say that could get us there is more than welcome.

Of course, that doesn't mean I'll take whatever you guys throw at me- but I promise to at least try to give good reasons.

>>5496294
It's tough to say since we haven't gotten to the 'meat' of the game yet, but I can think of a few things.

First of all I think you've got a distinct and pretty funny way of writing. It's made me snicker a few times which is nice when so many quests on here read like a Speak-N-Spell. I feel like the descriptions you did for each Meguca were well thought out and gave a good picture of each.

I'm not good at mechanics so I won't try to share any yet, but if I had to think of a few ideas I'd once again recommend adopting a handle or getting a tripcode just so that it's easier to tell who you are when your IP switches. It's pretty obvious now, of course, but going forward it will make things much smoother.
I'm also gonna assume that the players are in different time zones, but someone else mentioned the issues of waiting for one or two players to post before moving forward. Since this isn't an in-person Tabletop Game Sesh I think it's a good idea to think of a contingency in case a player flakes or doesn't respond. I know some random Madoka game isn't everyone's priority, but maybe going forward you can establish a definitive 'THIS IS WHEN I'M WRITING AN UPDATE RAIN OR SHINE' time would keep things moving--doesn't have to happen for every choice, obviously, but you probably want something to fall back on in case someone goes AWOL.
That's all I have for now. I guess we'll see how stuff goes when players run into each other, but I'm still pretty optimistic about the whole thing! Keep it up, man.

>>5496294
My main concern is that the numbers of meguca will grow beyond what you can manage like in that god quest from a while back where there were about 18 players give or take a couple.
Other than that, I am really enjoying the quest.

>>5496294
I'm pretty satisfied so far, it's not quick but that's to be expected with five different perspectives, the writing is fun even if it's lacking actual dialogue, I can deal with the mechanics so far.
Maybe you could cut down a bit on the random events and give us shit to do instead, it might be easier than coming up with new scenarios for every roll combination with every character.
And if we take to long to get to the action you could just roll a bunch of times until we get a witch and rush through the turns real quick. Or swap the witch mechanic to "a witch will appear in (1d6) days", or something.
Right now I'm looking forward to the player characters clashing, that's when the real drama starts.

>>5496323
Thanks dude, good to know you are having fun.

>>tripcode
desu I'm kinda avoiding it cuz it makes me feel like a faggot, im kinda oldschool 4chan autismo monkey like that. But I know what you mean, it gets kinda confusing if there are other anons and my ip keeps changing cuz im poor, so i'll settle for a namefag for now

>>I'm also gonna assume that the players are in different time zones, but someone else mentioned the issues of waiting for one or two players to post before moving forward. Since this isn't an in-person Tabletop Game Sesh I think it's a good idea to think of a contingency in case a player flakes or doesn't respond.
This is a good point. I had in mind updating big two times a day every two days, which would give every player plenty of time to show up after each post (like six seven hours). If they don't, I'll keep going, and when they show up I'll either let them move from where they left off in the past or just clarify what the guca has been doing. Thing is, this may get fuckety once you guys start interacting in the current time- so I'm coming up for a rule for absent gucas.

>>5496328
>>My main concern is that the numbers of meguca will grow beyond what you can manage like in that god quest from a while back where there were about 18 players give or take a couple.
Saw that one coming, and no, I'm sticking with five unless I find a way to make this work smoothly. I'm fond of how the girls turned out and I don't wanna risk their depth for now, cuz we've got: mother, autist, autist CEO, psychopath, and psychopath with a book.

>>5496329
>>Maybe you could cut down a bit on the random events
oh god yes don't even mention it, I REALLY didn't think that through.

>>and give us shit to do instead
That's the thing here, I don't want to railroad you guys into a narrative the girls themselves aren't chasing. The idea is like this: in some phases, you get negative random events you have to deal with because life's like that (and those random events could start a narrative themselves), but during the turns you don't get negative random events you are free to do whatever the fuck you want with the setting. You guys may think we are just fucking aroud for now, but keeping that Mental Condition will be life or death in a while, and if fucking around makes you happy then it's also keeping you alive.
Coming up with new scenarios myself seems pretty arbitrary, so for now let's stick with having the chance of a random event every phase.

>>And if we take to long to get to the action you could just roll a bunch of times until we get a witch and rush through the turns real quick.
For now, I'm letting the stakes pile up. What I was thinking, though, was to make Despair build up just a little bit faster- like three times as fast, and to turn Phases into whole days and have you guys split the actions for each whole day. We'll see.

>>player characters clashing
Bit of a warning: I'm willing to let things happen naturally.

Update tomorrow!

>>5496354
Thanks for being open-minded about everything! I'm sure whatever happens things will work out and be fun.

One last question I had: earlier you mentioned the girls know about the macro, not so much the micro, so does that mean that they know about witching out if their soul gem gets too corrupted? Do the girls also know that others are collecting seeds too? Just wanted to make sure in case two players meet in the near future.

Sorry, I fell asleep before you posted lol.
Rollan now.

Rolled 22, 59, 17, 12 = 110 (4d100)

>>5496056
CHARISMA

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>5496056
WISDOM

Rolled 29, 72, 78, 78 = 257 (4d100)

>>5496056
CHARISMA...

...AGAIN!

>>5496056
>>5496056
Nah, no complaints, I rolled already, backing out now would be cheap. Let's not hold up anyone and get Emma caught up.
I asked the rule there because it was mentioned once in one of the first posts and then wasn't rewritten in the Parts I think, so I had to go dig for it to remember if it was a thing, since no one's tried to use it yet.
Good to know it's still valid, it was one big reason why Emma got Intelligence over Wisdom, good wacky write-in potential.

>>5496323
And yep, not on American timezones here.

>>5496474
Me neither lol.

>>5496609
>>5496411
Me btw. ID changed.

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ರೃ Lucinda Newhorn ರೃ

>Ask for a pet dog.
Charisma Rolls: 22, 59, 17, (12)
Magnitude 4 = Failure

>Go on amazon and buy pet specific stuff (Toys, A big dog cage, dog food and treats, Books on how to bond with dogs and train them, Food and water bowl, etc.
Wisdom Roll: (9)
Magnitude 0.5 = Failure

>Ask if there's something Lucinda can do to change their mind, parents usually want something, after all...
Charisma Rolls: (29), 72, 78, 78
Magnitude 0,5 = Success

QM's note: how the FUCK do you even fail googling dog toys?!?!?!

Like Damocles's Sword, lingering over the king's head, held only by a single hair of a horse tail, the question haunted Lucinda all the way home. Each drop of rain reminded her of the blade.
There was no benefit. No prize. To assume that giving out his products for free was the only alternative the hot dog man could come up with after decades stuck with the same job was to put what little faith Lucinda still had in humanity to the test- and she did not want to go there.
It wasn't just the hot dog. It's that she finally paid attention to a pattern she had ignored her whole life.

Lucinda had to know. At this point, it was like air. She had to know WHY she was caring again.

∿∿∿∿∿∿∿∿ ರೃ ∿∿∿∿∿∿∿∿

Still dripping, Lucinda stepped down from the bus and glanced around. Villa Lugano; a paradox of both extreme wealth and poverty almost melted together. Mannors surrounded by houses with tin roofs and brick walls, a Starbucks right next to a church giving soap to homeless folks for free- the questions could pile up like a labyrinth.

The wooden door to her house creaked open; it had been polished recently with scented wax, but only the outer face. Inside, the contrast kept up with her: a golden chandelier (actually made of bronze) hung over her head, the wooden floor under her was actually laminated, and a big, ugly plastic back full of trash was right to her feet- and had been there since she left.

One step into the kitchen, her mother turns towards her like the wheel on a ship, her neck almost making the same creaking sound- instantly telling her only daughter that she's in it for it now. Lucinda knew. She had been skipping home for a week now; school too.

Quietly sitting down in silence, Lucinda asks for her dad. No answer; only red coming from her mother's face. Helping herself to the cold tea on the table almost made her miss the heavy footsteps behind her, and now the family is here, all of us, together.

The Magical Girl looks up from the cup. Mom and Dad, one red, one white. Unlike last time, Dad isn't grabbing her by the hair; perhaps the man did not make friends with enough nurses at the hospital.

(cont!)

>Ask for a pet dog.
The baffled look on both their faces would be perfectly justified, with not much empathy required to fill their boots. Your obedient little girl is back from a week of pure truancy after beating the shit out her dad and the first words to come out of her mouth- are that she wants a pet. Lucinda asks again in case she didn't care enough to raise the volume the first time; again, she is not met with an answer. Third time's the charm; it's when her mother says NO.
Veins pulse from her neck after the explosion; Laura's chest is beating hard. Maybe it was the tone of her voice, thinks Lucinda; maybe she should gesture more. It's when Lucinda asks 'why' that the dam is finally broken and she is barraged from questions from every side, coming mostly from her mother, as her father yells and screams to keep up and yet falls short of the eruption. Lucinda takes another sip as the cacophony engulfs her, failing to care enough to understand what their parents are telling her- it's the taste of the tea that draws a disgusted look on her face.

>Ask if there's something Lucinda can do to change their mind, parents usually want something, after all...
Almost unwillingly, Lucinda phases out into her mind as her parents surround her and continue to talk and cry. Once the silence gets long enough, she clears her throat from all the cold tea. Completely unaware of the points and topics of the conversation, she asks her parents if there's something she could do to change their minds about the pet.
This prompts a healthy silence. Both stuck as if they just saw an alien playing arm wrestling with the President, the parents only manage to glance at each other. Perhaps finally understanding that Lucinda will not give her opinion on what the neighbors may think about her truancy, it's the dad, Norberto, that goes as cold as Lucinda to think. And he thinks about it for a bit: despite it all, the man seized the opportunity.

The offer is extremely simple. Live the same life you used to live before, and we'll get you a pet. Red as blood, Laura turns to his husband as if to chew his head off clean: a punishment should be in order. Yet he does not turn to look; the man remembers, perhaps, the face Lucinda put as she walked away, the calmness. Odds are, his father simply is aware of the actual weight of his bargain chips.

A little epilogue: still thinking about the offer, Lucinda attempts to google for dog toys in case she meets a little friend on the street. She finds a fucking dildo and buys it.

(cont with Jimena!)

aight guys France vs Marruecos, it's officially canon both to the lore and game that Jimena and Emma are watching this game while Erika googles mustard gas, Lucinda hunts poodles, and Rita simply screams.

brb!

>>5496872
Emma would absolutely be part of/ get dragged into the family-wide watch-along, with everyone crammed into the living room with snacks, though she'd probably be spending most of her time helping in the kitchen as well to keep supplies coming during the match.

>>5496872
>Erika googles mustard gas
Damn you QM! Stop reading my mind and posting my ideas on how to deal with witches in a creative way! Would mustard gas grenades work against fiends at least?

>>5496842
>>5496857
Eyyyy, that's some good shit man. I love your writing style, it's one of the only QM writing styles to actually make me both intrigued and laugh simultaneously, its very descriptive too. I really like the direction we're heading with the character of Lucinda and everyone else too.

Sorry again for falling asleep before, in my defense I need to get up early on weekdays so need to go to bed to get my 8 hours.

I can't believe Lucinda failed at buying dog toys from amazon lmao, the dice weren't with me, but at least something of value was found in it's stead

>>5496857
kek
>>5496872
and siding with marruecos obviously, fuck france

>>5496884
The lovely kind of lady that turns everyone around in lazy sacks of shit.

>>5496893
It's funny that, whenever Erika googles something, she's just remembering it. She already knew it but didn't knew that she knew it, so now she knows that she already knows it.
Also it better be one weak-ass familiar if all you have is a mustard gas grenade.

>>5496909
The way I see it you guys will always have plenty of time to react so sleep away my french football player.

>>5496919
they fought like knights

wrrrrrrrrrrritin

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ᕙ Jimena Gimenez ᕗ

>Try and bait him to slip and say something damning. "There's nothing on that phone that I'd care to hide. Not that you don't already know."
Charisma Rolls: 37, (47)
Magnitude 2 = Success

>Stall for time "Oh yeah, I'm gonna need you to get the sim card out, you know I got shaky hands."
Charisma Rolls: 46, (82)
Magnitude 2 = Success

>IF he does fall for it, press him. Threaten him that you'll come to play Demon Souls or something, if necessary.
Charisma Rolls: (75), 10
Magnitude 5 = Extremely Close to Success

QM Note: First things off, I just lost a whole update cause my dumbass brain thought for one second that Ctrl-R was for 'redo', and it turns out it's for 'refresh'. That being said, and given that I realized that Jimena isn't actually buying time to search the room, I took the liberty of using the first two numbers of the Wisdom roll for a Charisma roll of the same magnitude. Now I'm writing from google docs till I'm dead.

Intuition may seem hard to explain at first, but that is because we do not allow our brain to be basic, primitive, to go full ape mode and bask in simplicity. Intuition is finding repetition. That’s it. Even someone as scatter-brained as Jimena, who continues to invade the same room over and over to continue to play Breath of the Wild, is bound to pick up a pattern. Yet being able to explain it? Mah boy; that is a different league. You can know why something is different- and not know why.

>Try and bait him to slip and say something damning. "There's nothing on that phone that I'd care to hide. Not that you don't already know."
But she knows. She bets. Something; there is /something/. She’s as sure of this as she’s sure that Fernando will call her a fucking idiot.
The man is testing the phone in peace when Jimena tells him to save some time for the jav porn. That he will not find anything spicy in it. That there’s nothing in that phone that she’d care to hide- something he should already know. Fernando calls her a fucking idiot, but the grimace- the grimace was a jab she didn’t see coming. Ouch. Just letting yknow it’s not broken or buggy or anything, that’s all; that’s the cherry Jimena drops on top.

…Fernando turns the phone around. Of course; the phone is not reset, the contacts are still there. Like the guy she buys the answers for the tests (a teacher, actually) or the turbo-bitch she created multiple accounts to bully (Fernando’s very own crush, actually).

Jimena simply smiles. She has decided, she has finally found conviction; if the man touches the picture folder, she will eat that phone.

(cont!)

>>5497088
damn, what's with these dcs, isn't it the same as these >>5494395

>Stall for time "Oh yeah, I'm gonna need you to get the sim card out, you know I got shaky hands."
And all after going through all that shit about never hiding anything, mother of fucks.
Fine; today, she will focus. Going ‘oh!’, convincingly enough, Jimena asks his beloved friend to lend a helping hand in these trying times, to that off that sim card. Yes, that’s the plan; wonky doesn't even begin to describe how that works in her cell phone- the trigger to it broke after she stabbed it with the tip of a compass.
Not without a sigh, Fernando agrees to take it out himself after Jimena manages to make her hands vibrate, a feat she'll never again replicate with such accuracy. And his work is made even harder when the poor boy has to keep up with a barrage of extremely mundane questions, mixed in with the story of the boy who cried wolf three times and got fucked by the wolf and then married to him and then divorced him and learned to love himself. A good deed never goes unpunished, is what they say. By the fifth time Fernando pleads for Jimena to please shut the FUCK up, Jimena decides it’s time to go all in.

>press him. Threaten him that you'll come to play Demon Souls or something, if necessary.
After taking the SIM card off herself with her nails in a flash, getting an awed, confused, and rightfully so angry stare back, that stare is met with her own as Jimena sentences that it’s high time he cuts the bullshit. Frozen for a second, Fernando says what the fuck; yet his voice falters for a quarter of a second, and that is all a childhood friend needs to know.
Jimena tells Fernando that she’ll come play the PS5 version of Demon Souls if needs be, to protect the sanctity of their bond; Fernando screams he just gifted her a fucking Nintendo Switch (also ‘you ungrateful fucking bitch’). The Magical Girl is unphased: there are priorities in this life, she knows this from the heart, and so lets the man know that honesty has no price and that she is NOT willing to settle for less.
…albeit a bit too serious, the delivery could be considered flawless. Fernando just stares in silence; not bitching, no excuses. For half a second he looks away, Jimena instantly turns in the same direction, and although she is so extremely fucking bad with directions Fernando grabs her arm to stop her-

and takes a deep breath.

Jimena awaits, furrowing her brow. Whatever this is, it's important. Is he gay? Is he a furry? A love confession to his childhood friend? Is he hiding a dakimura? Is it a dakimura with a furry? So many possibilities.

no,
Fernando says.
I can't do it.

Jimena frowns. Motherfucker. She pushes him to absolutely no avail; his friend has also found conviction, and is still as a statue. So. Fucking. Close.

Knowing she pushed enough, even satisfied to know there IS something, Jimena stands in defeat. I will know, she tells him; mark my words, bitch. Fuck you, he says, weak, sweating, vulnerable;

and that's when Jimena leaves.

(Emma next)

>>5497099
>>5494672
>>Thid Number is for Event Magnitude. Works just like Witch Magnitude.

but man, you know what you have a good point, the event roll deciding the range and the power magnitude determining the required rolls makes a lot of sense- otherwise there would be no way to lose magnitude 1 events. I fucked up, too much data.

I've been using the magnitude meter incorrectly. For now on, we are using the following as a gauge for success in Magnitude:

M1: 13 required for success.
M2: 26 required for success.
M3: 39 required for success.
M4: 52 required for success
M5: 65 required for success
M6: 78 required for success.
M7: 91 required for success.

although by the looks of it most of you must have thought we were already doing that. nah, I was using the Witch Magnitude as reference, which makes no fucking sense if you think about it. Overwork and you'll fuck up, guaranteed.

guess Jimena is getting a message

also refer to me any other possible fuckups and we'll see what we do lel

>>5496872
Hey, Rita LOVES sports! Every time she finds herself at a family member's sports party she has a blast... getting buzzed on the dregs of everyone's half-finished beers and stuffing herself with chips and treats, that is.

>>5497136
s'cool dude, I commend your efforts. thanks for all the freebies

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▲ Emma Imeredala ▲

>Ask Clara where she found the book (nicely) and use older sister/proto-mom instinct to tell if she's lying.
Wisdom Rolls: (62), 75
Magnitude 1 = Success
>IF it's just something she found, Emma can distract Clara with breakfast and take the notebook to return it to its rightful owner later. IF NOT, then she'll have to take some time after breakfast prep to solve it for little sis. Google powers go!
Wisdom Rolls: 83, (31)
Unused
Intelligence Rolls: 7, (67)
Magnitude 1 = Success
>Try to multitask making breakfast for the family at the same time.
Dexterity Rolls: 85, (29)
Magnitude 3 = Failure

Clara would technically be Emma’s cousin. Both have the same unspoken secret agreement: Clara is Emma’s little sister, Emma is Clara’s big sister, and that’s that. Labels often set barriers and priorities that Emma just didn’t want to have with someone as otherworldly sweet and gentle, so the first time Clara called her ‘sis’ the Magical Girl just rolled with it, rolled hard, and will continue to roll with it until the sky falls or the sun turns into an egg yolk.

Clara didn’t luck out; her mother became a drug addict after she started having daily panic attacks. Then got diagnosed with an anxiety disorder only recently, when the damage was already done, and now the family is spending a mountain on shrinks and pills. Abused from very early on, Emma’s very own little sister developed a degree of empathy hardly found in adults, and never in anyone with too much money.

That was Emma’s wish: a big, happy family. This is how a big happy family works. It’s not the lack of conflict that keeps it together; it’s the will to work things out. Having the chance to show this will is a blessing few are aware of.

Emma is.

>Ask Clara where she found the book (nicely) and tell if she's lying...

Emma was surprised to find that even saints lie, when it comes to chocolate. And even though the book isn’t made of chocolate (even though it is brown), it isn’t a book Emma is familiar with. Feigning surprise, Emma comments on how big the book is, that it must be for very smart people- then asks Clara, where did you find this? And the little girl simply says that mommy got it for her.

Mommy, in this case, secretly being Emma’s own mother, a tall, russian, hard-working factory role-model who was once recorded tackling a bear, pretending to be her own sister to buy her niece a math book. The wrong book.
To Clara’s confusion, Emma giggles hard.

Emma then lets Clara know that sometimes smart people can’t solve numbers either, which puzzles the little girl; what makes them smart, then? And what makes them smart, Emma tells her, is that they keep trying. Gently handing Clara the book again, Emma declares that they will solve it all together- with a full belly, as she wears the apron.

And if she won’t, Google will-
and Google will be kind enough to let her take the credit.

>Try to multitask making breakfast for the family at the same time.
Love finds a way, and that way, Emma knows, is through a loooooooooot of dirty dishes. Dishes from the night before; dishes that will be there again tomorrow, if she treats them with care. Although the pressure to get on with the breakfast first is there, too- the fear that she won’t make it in time, that people will be sad and hungry- and she ends up doing both things at the same time. Emma then realizes she could be melting the cheese as the oven heats up, and that maybe the cheese will take enough to melt for her to clear the table and set it up, and that-
Clara stares with her mouth wide open. So this is what being the biggest sister /means/.
-at some point during the frenzy, Emma finds herself using her feet to open the fridge and take out a bag of onions while she washed lettuce-
-at another point, she was cutting carrots with karate chops-
-at some other point, from the corner of her eye, she finds Clara breaking eggs into a bowl, stirring them with what little might she has-
-and that is when the knife in her mouth opens the bag of flour she was lifting and Emma ends up buried alive.

Silence sets in. First things first, Emma gently takes the knife out of her mouth and places it in the sink. Second things second, she takes two slices of tomato and puts them over her eyes. Then, slowly, she turns around to face a frozen Clara- who is soon screaming, running away from the Cake Monster that is chasing her down the halls. A part of Emma smiles, a part of Emma weeps: a long day of sweeping awaits her. Right now, though, she is the Cake Monster and must eat little girls WHOLE.

∿∿∿∿∿∿∿∿ ▲ ∿∿∿∿∿∿∿∿

Still somewhat proud that Clara was clever enough to lead her to the garden, where the Cake Monster was melted with a hose (and her only school uniform sprayed with water, the one she needs by the afternoon), Emma finally turns off the hair dryer. Right outside the bathroom is Clara waiting shotgun, unamused because Emma tried to eat her yet ready to do her homework.

In the end, Emma cleans up the sweat on her forehead with her sleeve, feeling innermost relief.
As it turns out, she is, without a doubt, still capable of doing third grade math.

(Erika next!)

Rolled 79, 21, 56, 71 = 227 (4d100)

>>5496255
You forgot the second Charisma roll so amma do the honors, no hard feelings okkkkkkkk

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■-■ Erika Kruppman ■-■

>make use of your position as the school's füh-Student Council President to AQUIRE a tarp or preferably two, there has to be a couple of those in the maintenace closet.
Charisma Rolls: 83, 76, 64, (45)
Non-Mandatory = 45 (Magnitude 3 Success)
>IF there are no tarps that can be used then it's time to get creative, there has to be at least a couple of people who use rain capes. Just invite them along to the picnic, should be easy enough, just talk and... talk... ok, if worst come to pass, just metaphoricaly throw Romina at them until they agree. You could use that time to get something to stand on outside, like an unused sport mattress' cover
Intelligence Rolls: 44, 18, (94)
Magnitude 5 = Success
Charisma Rolls: 79, (21), 56, 71
Magnitude 2 = Failure
Romina = Success
>AFTER all of that, go with Romina and maybe the raint cape-wearers to the nearest tree outside and tie to tarp/ capes to the branches to make a makeshift roof and place down the remaing tarp/cover.
Intelligence Rolls: 29, 86, (82)
Magnitude 2 = Success

No. Planification isn’t Romina’s forte. There is no scientist, statistician, engineer, data analyst, or system architect that would not join hands with each other in agreement, in celebration of the certainty of the fact. Erika closes her eyes, a scientist accepting that she was chosen by the divine to deal with the bullshit.

She then asks Romina to come with her, yet ensures that two of her points remain crystal-clear to the bimbo. First, that she does not desire to help her, that she /needs/ to. Not a want; but a need. The word cuts sharp into the air, but Romina just nods jollily. Second, that she will NOT partake in this ‘picnic but with rain’ charade; that much, she ensures is engraved in Romina’s forehead forevermore. Who just grins a bit and goes ‘okaaay!’ as she follows the student council fuh- president.

>make use of your position as the school's füh-Student Council President to AQUIRE a tarp or preferably two, there has to be a couple of those in the maintenace closet.

First option is the maintenance closet, second is going straight to the warehouse; always have a plan B. Step 1 of plan A involves tracking down Antonio, who has been the janitor of this school ever since its conception, a man in his seventies who is very open about his homosexuality and is pretty much the unspoken therapist of the institution. Step 1 is a success; Antonio is found peacefully waving his broom away, a tiny cat hanging from the handle. Romina instantly goes AWWWWWW, which already draws his attention, a fortunate event since now there is no chance to mess up the greeting.

(cont!)

For some reason, it is Erika he addresses, and not Romina- most likely because the later has already taken the broom almost by force. Antonio greets Erika cordially, and follows up at once by asking if he can be of use; a man already keen to Erika’s policy of saving up air on formalities. Not risking awkwardness by saying the wrong joke, Erika simply asks for the key to the utility closet. It’s the efficient thing to do.
The closet opens up with a shrill, creaking sound. Rags, batteries, a broom without a cat, replacement bulbs, detergent, soap boxes, a stray kite… no tarps, no spare umbrellas, no laminated nylon fabric.
Erika herself seals the closet shut; she then just walks away towards the warehouse. Plan B. Glancing back for just a second, she doesn’t spot just Romina, and it’s not just Antonio that is now following her around like a dutiful butler; the cat is coming too, on its own. For some unexplainable reason this prompts Erika to walk just a bit faster; the rest of the party simply follows suit.

The rain strikes like ten thousand tiny drumstick against the warehouse's makeshift tin roof. Even after Antonio turn on the switch the place still remains dark and eerie for five or six seconds; then the dark is banished by the fluorescent tubes stuck to the ceiling.
Antonio straightforwardly asks Erika what to look for, and what does she want to do with it. He only gets the first answer; tarps, tents, broken tents, a car cover, fabric sturdy but lightweight. Even Romina gets. Altough the place is small, it still takes a while to go through every aisle. And although everyone went through every aisle, the only item that remotely resembles the description is a scarlet windbreaker jacket, both forgotten and confiscated, that says 'PERFECT BEING' on the back.

Erika takes it anyway.

(cont!)

>IF there are no tarps that can be used then it's time to get creative, there has to be at least a couple of people who use rain capes. Just invite them along to the picnic, should be easy enough, just talk and... talk... ok, if worst come to pass, just metaphoricaly throw Romina at them until they agree. You could use that time to get something to stand on outside, like an unused sport mattress' cover

Romina was about to ask Erika to not worry too much but got sh'ed less than halfway into the sentence. She doesn't, nor won't she, understand that it's a need- that Erika will not see stupidity bloom under her feet.

Drastic situations call for drastic measures. Plan C. The one Erika didn't want, but the one she needs; Plan Chat.

Step 1 of Plan C- finding people with rain capes- turns out surprisingly harder than she had in mind. After all, students at this hour are still somewhat rare, as is this rain that came unannounced. To her absolute dread and dismay, the number of people Erika is forced to socially interact with gets exponentially larger because not everyone brings a spare rain cape just in case the sky randomly decides it’s time to water the flowers. In fact, whoever does is considered a dork; and that is why Erika won’t bring hers out of the bag. Antonio, Romina, and even the cat allow themselves to stare in silent awe at the rare event of Erika being the one to walk up to people and talk- and not even once, twice, and not even twice, thrice! And it keeps going. Unlike Romina, Antonio would never admit it: that the look on the student’s faces as it’s Erika Kroppman who is going straight at them to talk, is kinda funny.

As the last girl swears she ‘didn’t do it’, whatever that is, before Erika even gets a word in, and runs away without further input, Erika finally turns to face, not Antonio, but Romina.

Who takes the hint.

(cont!)

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>AFTER all of that, go with Romina and maybe the raint cape-wearers to the nearest tree outside and tie to tarp/ capes to the branches to make a makeshift roof and place down the remaing tarp/cover.

The crowd behind Erika looks like a cult; Erika herself looks like the sacrifice brought by Romina to quell the tears of angry old gods. The rain does a good job to quell the sound of whispers and chit-chat coming from the back, but it’s not enough, not enough to drown out Erika’s inner screams of agony. What started as a weird picnic ended up being a full blown school event; the nerds, the bullies, the retards, the bimbos, the football bois, the weird but gentle girls- Romina is as social as Erika is a-social. This translates, apparently, to Romina being friends with anyone.

Finally under the big school tree, already dead inside, Erika instructs the cape wearers to tie their capes to the branches and make a roof with as few holes as they can. The rest spray the sport mattresses all over the floor; these are already wet, but Erika also told them to bring some towels to clean them afterwards. Although no shortage of students fail to declare the plan ‘absolutely fucking stupid’, just like Erika did no less than twenty minutes ago, as soon as Antonio brings out the snacks and there is some contribution from the rest, everyone is quietly chewing down under the rain. The reality is that there is little talking; the other reality is that the unexpected aura of coziness hits even Erika. The rain gets even harder yet no one seems to mind, some even scream when the ride gets hard, while others dread that a thunder will strike; in time, both come to pass, and everyone gets on with their own things together.

It lasts a full hour.

>Erika has accidentally started a new school tradition. Her Mental Status goes up from Normal to Motivated.

(Rita tomorrow!)

>>5497523
is no one gonna point out karina became romina in her introduction and just remained that way

>>5497807
no you fuck you don't understand, it's Deep Game Lore, it has like a meaning

also which do you like more, Romina, Karina, or Optimus Prime

>>5497457
>Not a want; but a need.
I do not know if a meguca with 0 tolerance for stupidity will survive loner than otherwise but I am here to find out.
>>5497486
>a scarlet windbreaker jacket, both forgotten and confiscated, that says 'PERFECT BEING' on the back.
I feel like I should get this reference but my mind is blank, is this how Erika feels about everything?
>>5497501
>that the look on the student’s faces as it’s Erika Kroppman who is going straight at them to talk, is kinda funny.
>New Objective: deliver the Satsuki speech in front of everybody.
>>5497523
>Erika has accidentally started a new school tradition. Her Mental Status goes up from Normal to Motivated.
Lovely stuff QM, can't wait for the suffering to begin. If Kyubei was near Erika when she got /omnipotence/, does that mean that she knows about all the shady, witchy stuff?

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凸 Rita Hammerhead 凸

>Tail 'Suit Dick' to his car or however he got here. It's just like that Assassin mission in Thief!
Wisdom Rolls: (26), 80
Magnitude 2 = Barely Successful
Dexterity Rolls = 92
Magnitude 2 = Success
>Try to glean some dirt off of him--does he talk to anyone on the phone? Any identifying marks or conversations to see who he's working for?
Wisdom Rolls: 92, (28)
Magnitude 4 = Failure
>If caught just attribute the display of autism in the meeting as nerves--if he gives Rita a business card or something she'll be certain to discuss it more once she's thought things over (but really this guy's gonna get STAKED OUT LATER)
Charisma Rolls: 99, (52)
Magnitude 4 Barely Successful

‘Autist’, at this point, is an insult flung around anywhere- at times, with little reason. The true definition is that of someone unaware of concrete facts or data, someone who sees the forest but not the trees. But when it’s all laid out in front of you and you pick every green leaf, yet fail to pick up the intent, the purpose of their very existence- what does that make you?

>Tail 'Suit Dick' to his car or however he got here. It's just like that Assassin mission in Thief!

Not wasting one more second, Rita darts out of her office, rides down the handle of the spiral staircase, dashes under the water roller coaster, and past the moody employees still making sure the ride won’t send anyone flying to the street. She struggles a bit to make her way through the people waiting outside, nimble as she is, popping from every crevice big or small between the people as if she was made of slime. Finally out of the hivemind, Rita turns and turns around frantically looking for suits, white beards, or suitcases full of money. Nothing. The young business girl’s catharsis came up too late.
Rita feels a faint shiver going down her spine. Not a big deal. Nothing to worry about.
As she turns around in defeat, the very corner of her eye sees it: that very same white beard, behind a tarnished window, and the window is on a car, and the car is getting away. Rita gets pumped and looks around, but there are no golf carts to snatch away, and the traffic lights are still green, and if she grabs onto that car maybe it will go another way, and the bus is too slow, and-

-fuck it. Before even she knew it, Rita was in the back of a moving pickup truck. Rushing to the ledge, she spots Suit Dick’s fancy car further ahead, getting closer by the second. YES. Turning around, Rita is faced by a bunch of surprised construction workers dressed in bleached rags, none of them fitting the standard definition of male beauty, yet all with muscle to show for their trade.

…

(cont!)

Rita and the workers stare at each other in silence as the truck hits a bump and makes everyone bounce a bit. It’s then that Rita asks the hardworking family men if they like water parks. One of them cleanly asks if there’s something wrong with Rita’s head; yet a coworker pushes him back slightly and asks if Rita was being chased. This gets the rest to open their eyes wide open, as this would make complete total sense and justify the whole ordeal. Rita says no; that she is hunting down a CEO who offered her eleven million dollars (she’s just making up numbers) to buy her very own water park. Satisfied with the truth, Rita simply turns around towards the street- the truck has finally caught up to the car.

>Try to glean some dirt off of him--does he talk to anyone on the phone? Any identifying marks or conversations to see who he's working for?

Burrows frown and ears sharp, Rita pays the car her full focus through the mix of car horns and engines. The man in the suit is not alone: someone else is driving. As expected. And he is, just like a successful businessman would be, still glued to the cellphone.The words Rita makes out after a while don’t add up or don’t make sense in any way she could tie them together, which is annoying. Balance sheets, net profiting, B2B, liabilities, safe revenue; these are all terms perhaps Rita should know that she certainly doesn’t know about right now. When the car takes a turn, the truck takes a turn too; when the car goes faster, the truck goes faster too.

Already tired of business terminology and unable to be sure, Rita was already ready to give up when the car stopped in front of a skyscraper- and what do you know, the truck too. The sound of underpaid blue collar labor inquiring the driver as to what the fuck they are doing here distracts Rita for a bit, but she does take the opportunity to grab a newspaper she’s been stepping on the whole time and jump off boat with it. Subtle as a deez nuts joke, Rita takes guard under a light pole and hides behind the soaking wet old number; it says that a guy tried to ride a giraffe like a horse, and this draws her attention. When she peeks just a little bit from over the stained pages, the Magical Girl is met with the eyes of the old man she treated like shit few minutes ago.

(cont!)

>If caught just attribute the display of autism in the meeting as nerves--if he gives Rita a business card or something she'll be certain to discuss it more once she's thought things over (but really this guy's gonna get STAKED OUT LATER)

This REALLY worked out a lot better in her head. Against that single raised eyebrow, every muscle in Rita's face trembles in panic, especially her lips. This makes feigning surprise at the coincidence that she just jumped out a truck full of strongmen at the same place he was heading get a whole lot harder.

But that doesn’t make it any less of an opportunity.

Rita says she’s ‘sowwy’. Whether this is the truth or not, time will tell; the last person we get to know is ourselves. It seems to be good enough, despite the raw display of pure autism, to make the man drop the eyebrow- perhaps this gentleman has seen worse. Thankfully enough, not being even legal to drink yet makes her excuse all that easier to swallow: nerves, lack of experience, fear of loss and failure. Cleanly enough, the man simply asks if Rita, then, thinks herself capable of running her busyness- a question for which Rita always had an answer ready.
It doesn’t matter; I have a water park.
Perhaps allowing himself to consider this ‘as having passion’ other than as ‘being delusional’, the man, a witness to the effort displayed by Rita, blissfully unaware of how she got there before him- but knowing, at least, that both figuring out his address and getting there before him couldn’t be easy- forgives the young lady. From his jacket he takes off a business card and hands it over to her; Marco Aurelio, CEO of Fantasy Inc, the top producer of dildos in 142 countries.

And when Rita looked up again, the man was already heading into the building.

…but what's a dildo?

Somewhere else in the world, Lucinda Newhorn is playing fetch with a shiba inu. Both the toy in its mouth and Rita’s new card share the same signature.

The toy then landed square in the face of some bald guy with sunglasses and knocked him down.

(up next: everyone’s results!)

Lucinda poster mah boy, if you are still here help me skip a prompt and tell me if Lucinda accepts her dads offer or not

>>5496472
The Golden Rule, which we've been using plenty actually. It kinda went like this: every prompt had a perfect way to be solved using the target stat, BUT, if you find another way to do it, you could roll with another stat. It's automatic. Actually, it's what has been happening the most

>>5498099
>I feel like I should get this reference but my mind is blank, is this how Erika feels about everything?
I try to never reference anything desu, i like self-contained worlds. The reason the jacket says that may remain forever out of Erika's reach- which is funny since she actually already knows.

>If Kyubei was near Erika when she got /omnipotence/, does that mean that she knows about all the shady, witchy stuff?

It's /omniscience/. The way her wish worked is that every single piece of possible knowledge has been injected in her mind /at once/- which caused ultra-dimensional levels of overflow instead of instantly leaving her cathatonic. Surviving was only possible thanks to her own personal magic, (knowing all there is to know) which allowed her to find a way to survive the injection by spreading that ocean of data into her subconcious. To exploit all that knowledge would be impossible to her because the buffer in her mind has a limit and therefore can't reach that deep without serious effort, so what her magic does is simply allowing her to remember more stuff at once.

>>5498248
Eyyyy man I'm not asleep yet. Although I will have to in like the next hour kek.
>Lucinda accepts her fathers offer, begrudgingly.

>>5498253
hey no rush, go to sleep man. This quest is as slow as it gets lol

>>5498248
>It's /omniscience/.
My bad.
>what her magic does is simply allowing her to remember more stuff at once.
Sounds like a 'Nam flashback waiting to happen, thanks for answering.

>>5498234
Fucking masterful. And without any Meguca power use either! That I know of! Watch out, everyone--that was ALL NATURAL TALENT! And this is good... now we have a name for the beast--the White Whale... the Goliath to Rita's David!

Seems like he has a hand in dog toys too... unless I misread and that toy legit belongs to the man. Powerful stuff...

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It is the afternoon of the twelfth day of December, of the year two thousand twenty two.

--Results–

▲ Emma Imeredala ▲
-A kind-hearted Magical Girl capable of imprinting her own intentions into other people.
-Her Magical Weapon is a two-handed scepter.
-She wished for a big, happy family.
-She’s currently working hard to keep it that way.

Right now, Emma is desperately squeezing her school uniform dry over a bucket as rain rages outside. Her little cousin, Clara, is shaking her wet skirt to make it dry faster- so fast that the skirt is sent flying to the neighbors garden.

ರೃ Lucinda Newhorn ರೃ
-A stoic-hearted Magical Girl capable of becoming free of anything.
-Her Magical Weapon is a gigantic crossbow that can turn into a scythe.
-She wished for freedom.
-Despite her misanthropic nature, she has found an interest in animals.

Right now, Lucinda is in her room, looking at pictures and videos of various types of animals and keeping notes to make the most efficient decision. In exchange for putting an end to her days of truancy, her strict parents have allowed her to own a pet.

ᕙ Jimena Gimenez ᕗ
-A lazy-hearted Magical Girl capable of stretching her limbs way beyond human limits.
-Her Magical Weapon is a whip with a big hand at the end.
-She wished to be able to eat her own ass.
-She’s now the proud owner of a Nintendo Switch.

Right now and forever, Jimena will remain blissfully unaware that his close friend, Fernando, had to endure a two hour conversation with her dad about politics because no other SIM card seemed to work with her old cell phone. Now free of social media, she plays Breath of the Wild in the middle of class instead of gacha.

What she did become aware of, though, after Fernando had chased her to the door, was that his friend had managed to convince his game developing team to model the main character of the game they are working on after… herself. The piles of paper filled with prototype dialogue left her speechless.

Kinda cringe, but she feels Motivated for some reason.

■-■ Erika Kruppman ■-■
-A pragmatic-hearted Magical Girl capable of limited omniscience.
-Her Magical Weapon is a book-shield.
-She wished to know everything.
-Against her most sincere and deepest wishes, she now belongs in a big social circle.

Right now, Erika is extremely frustrated because her butt and any clothes surrounding it are totally soaked. The picnic-under-the-rain turned out so relaxing that she allowed herself to drop the guard, yet despite all the measures some water was still bound to make its way through. Again in the library, she’s focusing on her ass as if that would make it dry faster.

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凸 Rita Hammerhead 凸
-A fun-hearted Magical Girl.
-Her Magical Weapon is a long rapier.
-She wished to own a water park.
-Her brash, impulsive actions have earned her a very powerful contact.

Right now, Rita is going sliding down the biggest water coaster in her park, screaming her lungs out- among her own customers. As she goes up and down the attractions wearing her dolphin-themed swimsuit, Rita is unaware that her presence is in fact helping the place run much smoothly- because her employees are right there. Some dread she finds them lazing around, other pray to be fired, but all do a good job and, despite the rain not letting up, the very first day of the water park is a happy day indeed.

∿∿∿∿∿∿∿∿ ▲■-■凸ರೃ ᕗ ∿∿∿∿∿∿∿∿

aighr boys and girls today I've been busy as FFFFFFFFFFuke so I'll forgive myself for not starting the next prompt today. Even if you don't.

I'll take a day or two off and there are gonna be some big changes to the pace after this. I feel like we've taken a good dip into our meguca's quirks and brainfarts and personalities, at least enough to get a picture of how they work, so from next time on every turn will be a whole day and the speed at which DP's point is accumulated will be -much- higher. The spawn-rate for witches, though, will remain the same.

All that being said, I plan on keeping up parttern: slow, gigantic updates and taking our time to clarify shit in between. I'm sure that even at this pace we won't be bored, so tune on next time for gucas doing the dishes, walking their dogs, telling their friends that reality tv shows are for braindead people, despairing over wasting one of their parents credit cards on gacha rolls, and wearing a manly suit.
just try and guess which will do which

>>5498686
I see, the switch was the payment for using my likeliness. Well, too bad, I want actual fucking revenue if the game ever sells. And if I die before that, which I will, at least there's something cute to remember me by
>>5498705
Damn, it's been a fun last few days, guess we'll see you later. don't die in a furbol mob or something?

>>5498705
>Dolphin-themed swimsuit
Marvelous.

Sounds excellent, man. I personally don't mind days taking a turn or two (maybe one for day, one for night?), but I'm invested enough to keep experimenting with how mechanics work.

Gonna guess Rita's the Manly suit, but I could be totally wrong. Also figured I'd ask again now:

All the girls got the 411 from Kyuubey, right? Like they all know they gotta fight witches and collect Grief Seeds? Or does that come later? Again, just wanted to be sure before paths crossed. Thanks for running!

>>5498705
Enjoy your few days off man, it's been really fun.
Looking forward to seeing what kind of changes to the system will be added as time moves on.

See y'all in a few days, I'm gonna see some avatar 2 kino tonight.

Rolled 98, 15, 14, 69, 47, 94, 71, 1, 19 = 428 (9d100)

Lucinda, Rita, Jimena, Erika, Emma

don't mind me lol just an innocent roll lololol

>>5500292
sus QM. Very sus.

>>5500292
>that nat 1
>https://youtu.be/nbzoJ98LeiA

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>>5500292
>just an innocent roll
Someone's gonna get despair'd

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buena messi

Is any slot still open? Can I still make a meguca?

>>5501624
just wait for us to die, give it a week or so

boi did i scream
I gave a lung as sacrifice to the gods of the ball
french megucas witching out

>Inb4 12 turns of nonstop football rioting
Time to join in on the celebration, gals

today wheter it rains blood thunder lava or french-nationalized african football players i will be posting, late as fuck for sure, but i will be posting

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BOI, I thought that was never going to end. I promised you slightly overtoasted arabic sheikh that I deliver and here I am to deliver, way past my bed time.

If you are gonna do it, don't do it. Don't try to bullshit mechanics out of your ass until everything fits because oh sister in law, that doesn't happen, I bet my balls htat doesn't happen but there you go.

Tomorrow I'm rolling dat witch activity roll y'all been waiting for- and all of the other stuff too.

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that being said, I was gonna roll all'y random event rolls myself, but I just poured tea on my cat because i failed to drink motherfucking tea so guess what, im giving you the honors, and we also check who's still in the gucaguca boat
i also feel noteworthy to clarify: a aint any regret going full retard. Let It Be Known.

so plz roll me those 7d100 lolktnks

gnite

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also yes we got factions now
center is a neutral zone
fuck with the neutral zone and i'll be here lolin

also callin it right now someone may be wondering where does lucinda's area belong, is it a slutty northie or a fucktarded easter

we'll be back in twenty

>>5503038
emma

>>5503034
you are borrowing fucking vtubers? so cringe, I love it

>>5503040
fancy costumes? check
animu? check
personalities up the ass so i dont have to make each other up individually? check
depression? check

lets cringin goooooooo

Rolled 35, 92, 52, 83, 8, 53, 61 = 384 (7d100)

>>5503036
dice gods please

Rolled 69, 88, 16, 41, 52, 71, 40 = 377 (7d100)

>>5503036
Very fancy guides there, Kyuubey! Looking forward to it! Here's those rolls you asked for... I think. 7, right?

>>5503038
Next door to Kruppman, ey? Hope you like water parks and sweets, kid...

Rolled 43, 100, 77, 9, 59, 16, 22 = 326 (7d100)

>>5503036
Are any of the events riots by any chance?

>>5503043
>Hope you like water parks and sweets, kid...
Something tells me Erika will do well with a part-time job.

lucinda, you get this one in a lifetime opportunity to pick a pet
anything
go fuxking crazy
deadline next post
fuck tou captcha

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>>5503064
a tiktaalik

>>5503071
>Kruppman
Identity theft! Can't have kot in Buenos Aires
I would have gone beyond crazy and chose Kyube

Rolled 8, 2, 56, 27, 68, 75, 49 = 285 (7d100)

>>5503036
Holy zhit man, you really did go full retard. Well done, I'm proud.

>>5503064
Anything huh?
hmm...
hmmmm...
hmmmmmmmm...

Oh, I think I've got a good one.

I choose an extinct species. A adolescent Woolly Mammoth. If not possible then I choose Kyube

Rolled 94, 99, 77, 98, 97, 32, 10 = 507 (7d100)

>>5503144
What are these rolls. I...I think I may have just started something ridiculously big here. Oh no.

>>5503144
great rolls, and by that I mean wow, you are fucked
lets see, magnitude seven charisma challenge. and a local meguca faction, vshojo or hololive

>>5503155
Hey, get your own name. You ain't me, pal.

>>5503464
Are you sure? He seems like you.

>>5503464
>>5503471
Nah, I ain't a lil' bitch

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>>5503472
You're lucky you've got a few barrios between us, punk. Wouldn't want to have an unfortunate 'Water Slide Accident', would we?

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If, one day, the ground under your feet broke, and you fell low into cold waters below, even if you survived, until the day you died, you would tap your feet against the tiles.
But when that never happens? Girls run and jump and trip and dance and slam into the ground from a water slide, rise, and do it all over again. We never know for sure what’s below our feet, what holds our peaceful daily lives together; we are strangers to the cost. And even when we do get a grasp, there is always a piece in a dark room in a corner that fits the puzzle, and makes the picture it shows look all the different.

But in the meantime? A day can go by without notice,
a night can come up out of nowhere,

a week can creep up on you,
a month can vanish like smoke,

And just like that

Just like that

A year came and went by.

(cont!)

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It is eight in the morning of the twentieth of December, of the year two thousand twenty three-

and so much has happened.

--Status Report--

■-■ Erika Kruppman ■-■

HP: 100
DP: 100
Condition: Normal

Despair Roll: (94), 71
Random Event Roll: 43, 100, 77, 9, 59, 16, 22
Happens?: 43 (Yes)
Stat: 100 (Charisma)
Type: 77 (Challenge)
Magnitude: 9 (Magnitude 1)
Encounter?: 59 (No)

-------------------Montserrat------------------
--Polytechnic School Manuel Belgrano--


The single line the raindrop draws on that tarnished window sent Erika Kruppman into an eerie spiral of deja vus -as if it was going further down her own spine instead. A year ago, she was sitting in the library -check-, with a book -check-, getting ready for finals -check-... and Maria came rushing through that door, going about some supremely goofy, impulsive, and down-right senseless plan to make a picnic under the RAIN of all things.

…Erika glances. Not even her own purely pragmatic heart stops her from glancing at the wooden door, worn with decades of use, a testament to the power of proper maintenance. To fall, no- just to slip, even if for a bit, in superstition, hits the ever-practical Student Council President with sharp shame, felt in her bones- and made even worse when the door /is/ blasted open.
Erika would have gone instantly deaf if it was the first time. It wasn’t; it wasn’t even the eleventh hundredth time. Smirking; as Maria power-walks towards her, triggering Erika’s innermost fight-or-flee instincts, Maria is smirking just like she was last year. And horror takes over: because it is raining. Yet these feelings will never be shown on her face. Even if just for one split second, Erika wonders if time ever even moved.

Admittedly, it wasn’t a bad year. It wasn’t a good year, either. When all your days look the same your mind merges them all together, and it feels like just a single day has passed in years because nothing was truly eventful. A single day could truly have been all that had come and gone, and maybe Erika would believe it.

Except for that day.
That one day Erika finally understood the full weight of her own wish.

Shortly after becoming a Magical Girl, it was unavoidable that she’d meet some of her own kin. Even nowadays, you still have all sorts of agents: girls who hunt in teams, girls who gank girls that just hunted a Witch, girls that protect the borders from outsiders, girls that trespass borders, girls that belong to a faction and pay in duty, girls that belong to no faction and pay in weakness, girls taken over by despair, girls that kept their despair to themselves, so many girls…. The one Erika met back then, the one that made that single second day in her head, was the type to keep to herself- a lone wolf just like herself.

Maria waves a hand back and forth, bringing Erika back to the present time. Right; time did move forward. For one, Maria did that stupid shit where you dye your hair in weird colors (altough it doesn’t look bad). For two, she wasn’t half as shy as she used to be around her (an absolute downgrade). For three, the both of them are right about to enter their final year of high school; a feat very few Magical Girls can admit to.

That one girl, for example; that one wounded wolf. Even when they did meet by chance, there was hardly any kind of interaction: both simply agreed, in the most tacit of ways, to keep each to their own way. To Erika, the better human relationship she had ever been in; it ended that very same day. She had found this nameless Magical Girl bleeding in a dark alley, blood dripping from the corners of her mouth, her eyes white yet peaceful as her chest kept fighting for air. It was the first and last time Erika had actually approached her.

Back then, the dying girl could not bear witness to the fight going inside of Erika. Her pragmatic nature demanded that she kept her only Grief Seed to herself, her idealism, silent for years until now, had erupted like a volcano. Kindness won the fight, to her, by twisting facts and lying; when she reached out, her gesture was rejected.
The Magical Girl explained herself. She had been going at it hard and for enough to make sure that there was no hope, no light at the end of the road; at least for her. To stretch it out would only stretch her pain; and for how long, not that there was no excuse? To this day, Erika still wonders if she knew. When her Soul Gem became completely dark, when there was no light left no matter the angle, the fabric of reality cracked, sound and light stopped making sense, a Labyrinth spawned- and that lonesome Magical Girl, who fought long years for light, turned into a Witch.

…

A Witch just like those Kyubey had told her to slain every so often, to protect ‘the people she loved’.

…

Erika is walking. She wasn’t aware that she was walking. She also wasn’t aware that she was surrounded by her classmates, perhaps because the voice of Maria next to her is so fucking LOUD that it blocked any other relevant information.
Erika blinks and blinks and blinks hard; something inside was begging her to come back. Delving into her own memory as a means to escapism backfired, and now she’s stuck with this bullshit yet again. She glances around. An older Antonio, now a bit more gray and bent forward, must have insisted on letting them carry the ‘spiral tarp’, an invention of her own, now a symbol of the school. To Erika’s eternal dismay, the picnic-under-the-rain fad endured long enough to stop becoming a fad and turn into a full-on tradition, which she is now conditioned to perpetuate as the unwilling inventor. Yet like in the sky, the Magical Girls finds a silver lining: Erika knows how the man who made the atomic bomb felt like.

…

Back then, as the Witch emerged in front of her… as she witnessed, like many times before, logic and sense crack into splinters, then merge into something unreal… Erika felt nothing.
Like many times before, she realized that she already knew; that she always knows. It became perfectly clear, for the first time, that she is completely immune to surprise, to tears and joy. Feelings arise only when we learn something new; her wish had forever taken away her ability to learn.
This, Erika thinks to herself, is what I still read books. It’s hope; she can still feel dread and hope. Once expectations turn into reality she will be left with less than dust. No castle is made of dust.

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>Despair Roll: (94), 71
Yet not even dread remained, no sort of expectation. Back then, she had slain the Witch; she had consumed her. Inside of her, Erika thinks it would be fair. If the pigs and cows would feast on her flesh, it would be fair too. There are those, of course, who fear death less than injustice.

…

>>Random Event:
>Stat: Charisma
>Type: Challenge
>Magnitude: 1

Phasing in and out of the dreamscape has a price, and that is missing out on whatever this dumb-ass bimbo just said. Feeling a slight pang of guilt, Erika asks Maria to repeat herself; after all, the girl has been her own voice for years now.
Maria makes a show out of knocking on Erika’s forehead like it was a door, gently enough, and yet still prompting Erika to imagine tying the girl into a rocket. No less than ‘very excited’, although she usually plays it up, Maria asks Erika if she will be joining them for the picnic under the rain. Which is a vast improvement, considering she would usually just drag her around.

…then again; people. Talking with people; socializing, the whole thing. Chit-chat, an extremely basic ability, something even toddlers find hard to fuck up, a skill Erika knows all too well as her own Achille’s Heel. For just one more second, Erika allows herself back to dreamland, where that Magical Girl is still sitting quietly in a dark alley, in peace and quiet. Maybe if she had a better way with words back then she could have convinced this girl that there are silver linings if you know where to look.

…then again, she could just go back to studying. Even if she had already been ready for these exams ever since she stepped on this school.

Erika glances through yet another tarnished window as she walks past, the fog bad enough to keep her from making out any shape or form. The Magical Girl wonders how she would have felt like, how she would have reacted after realizing that every Witch she killed was a girl like herself. With their own problems, of course, each with their very own ideas of how things work. And that, at the end of the day, they too will turn into one.
Erika wonders: how would any other girl have reacted to this?

>(Emma next!)

>>5503874
>Erika wonders: how would any other girl have reacted to this?
>(Emma next!)
>Despair Roll: (1), 19
I can imagine

>>5503854
>Erika felt nothing.
Man, Erika got both the short and long end of the stick. She is immune to what would turn many magical girls into witches or psychos, Looking at you, Mami, but she is also emotionless, she only has the future to yearn and dread. Wonderfull characterization, QM, now unto starting a communist revolution in the Magical Girl Community.
>>5503874
>>Erika of course would join them, not out of her own free will, she would never admit that, but because some things just have to happen and she is too smart to fall for some oedipian trap in which what one runs from ends up in their path. No, Erika will satiate the mob and perform the rain ritual like the god-queen of Polytechnic School Manuel Belgrano that she is... and yet this is her second-last year among the students whom she tolerated all this time, someone has to keep the tradition even after she ascends from the scholar realm. She needs to find a successor.
>Convince Maria of her foolproof idea of gro-Finding! Yes, finding a suitable replacement to continue the tradition even after they graduate and RECRUIT her for this endevour.
>REGARDLESS of wether Maria joins or not, SEARCH the school for a potential heir, preferably someone from the first year or so. Should be easy enough, triumph begets emulation after all... Yes, she will look for someone like herself, someone who she could take under her wing and guide through the many perils of high school life.
>ONCE such a person is located, just go and talk and... talk... Ok, Erika know better than everybody that throwing Maria at said student would be fine and dandy and it would work, but this is more then just the continuation of her unwilling tradition, this is about Erika's succession, the legacy she leaves behind. She knows that nobody is born ready, and this is why she HAS to be able to impart her knowledge to her yet-unknown pupil. So... "Hey Maria, how do normal humans communicate?"(attempt to LEARN from Maria how to communicate)

my good man, we haven't rolled witches yet lol
you can keep that up of course but i'd recommend you wait

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▲ Emma Imeredala ▲

HP: 100
DP: 59,5
Condition: Angry

Despair Roll: 1, (19)
Random Event Roll: 94, 99, 77, 98, 97, 32, 10
Happens?: No. And thank fuck it didn't.

----------------------Recoleta-------------------
—-----------Coto Supermarket—-----------


Three cups of all purpose flour.
A half cup of powdered sugar.
Four egg.
Cup butter.
Two teaspoons of baking soda.
One cup of milk.
And two teaspoons of vanilla essence.
The mall trolley was starting to bend under the weight. Did that stop Emma? No. Two Coca Colas bottles- the big ones. Cheese puffs, even if she didn’t like them. ‘Dulce de leche’, for the cake. And rice, for tomorrow’s stomach aches.
The trolley cannot complain. It can only bear the pressure.
The cashier's eyes go wide. Not as wide as they could (customer service hardens even monsters), but big enough to be considered a compliment if Emma and her little sister were trying to impress him. The granny behind them was ready to die old right there as the items crammed over the belt, yet ever so slowly the mountain moved. Before soon-to-be 6 years old Clara fell asleep, standing against her sister, a bigger hand took hers and led the little girl towards the big magical doors that open sideways. Rain and fog greeted them; behind the fog, a big black car.

----------------------Recoleta-------------------
—--------Imeredala’s Household—-------

Clara spent the trip back buried in groceries in the most literal fashion possible. Once the rear trunk got filled, the back of the car became the new rear trunk, and since Clara insisted on NOT sitting on anyone’s lap because she’s now a big girl the groceries ended up sitting on her.
No one even batted an eye when the car door opened and down came an avalanche, birthday girl included. It will never be clear whether their mother overestimated the size of the car or underestimated Emma’s zeal for ensuring no one was left hungry- or thirsty- or bored. At any rate, Emma's mother took the bullet like a champ, and drove half an hour with the face of a huge trout stuck to the side of her head as if mocking her driving skills. Yet ever so ready as she was to give her biggest daughter The Speech, about loans and saving up and the uncertain future and the Cold War, Emma’s Russian bear mother wasn’t taking one very important fact into account:

that Emma Imeredala is a Magical Girl.

Exactly like ants, members of the Imeredala family came and went from the car, each time with a different item, Clara included (as an item, and a very pouty one at that). The car, like any dreaming girl, lost ten kilograms a second until there was nothing left in it but the dog, who was found under the bakery items. And yet while most of the family was perfectly ready and content to just laze around, Emma, like an organized whirlwind, saw to it that each and every single item was in its proper place- Clara included.

And when it was as if nobody had bought anything, as if nothing had happened, Emma finally allowed herself back to the room, finally allowed herself to sigh, finally allowed herself to cry.

Door locked behind her, the tears continued to roll. Those weren’t happy tears, neither sad tears, but angry tears, tears of fury and rage; she knew another panic attack was coming and braced herself. The ‘magical pills’ would only do so much and leave her stupid, of that she was too sure, but when the pain and dread and fear and sorrow all came knocking at the same time Emma hated that only trait of hers that she had always been proud of: stubbornness. Gasping loudly against the door, as if drowning, as everything felt just too small, too asphyxiating, too close to her chest, Emma silently endured the same ghosts that had been haunting her ever since that late night.

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A Witch hunt went wrong. They retreated too late. One of the friends she had made along the way, a very shy, very dorky Magical Girl, was crushed to death under a giant clock right in front of her eyes. The otherworldly of it all was that her death wasn't even the worst thing that happened that night. Another member of her squad, a fashion-obsessed red hair who made a habit out of invading her house at midnight, was both heavily wounded and traumatized by the black and white movie, the gruesome death of a friend, that all three of them had to watch. Luck would have it that they all were out of Grief Seeds at the time, the Soul Gem kept getting darker, and that going back after the Witch was out of the question (she even had to knock down the fourth member to stop her, who still loathes her to this day). Then, it just happened. And when it happened, Erika was alone. Up until that point, Erika would tell them not to worry about the Soul Gem, that if any of theirs went pitch-black they would just have to wait for the others to get a Grief Seed to clean it- none of them knew any better. And when it happened, when Erika alone saw a Magical Girl turn into a Witch, the cold she felt was almost enough to freeze her up and leave her to die with her last friend- until her little sister crossed her mind.

It took a while for the panic attack to stop. The memories, all too vivid; the colors, the colors of every Witch, all so strong. Emma was already ready to puke yet again, the little tray under her desk already with a supermarket bag crammed inside and stretched. When she was done, she sealed the bag and hid it under another plastic bag, then sealed it again. Like her feelings, they had to be wrapped under plastic again and again; everything depended on it.

Again, someone knocks at the door. And, judging from height, either that someone is crouching or Clara is waiting outside. The smell lingering from her mouth leaves Emma no choice but to pretend not to be there.

It was surprising, in the end, how her own wish turned against her. There was no trick to it, no secret, no lesson to be learned: Emma’s family was as big and happy as she ever wanted it to be. What filled her with despair, what left her crying every night, ever since she had to hunt alone, was the fact that she loved her family so much, and so hard, and so deeply. That she was going to miss out on it all. That she wasn’t going to be there to take Clara to her first day at school, or to go fishing with her uncle Pedro, or go dancing with her aunt Marta, a professional, or get married and have kids herself. It was hurting so bad all the time, so relentlessly, that it was as if every single one of her teeth had gone rotten instantly and at the same time. Erika tried to kill herself once. Nobody else will ever know.

Today, however, is Clara’s birthday. Her friends are coming over. It starts at noon.

>(up next: Jimena!)

>>5504091
Sorry mate, I thought you were asking for actions in the last post.

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ᕙ Jimena Gimenez ᕗ

HP: 100
DP: 84,5
Condition: In Denial

Despair Roll: (69), 47
Random Event Roll: 35, 92, 52, 83, 8, 53, 61
Happens?: 35 (Yes)
Stat: 92 (Charisma)
Type: 52 (Negative)
Magnitude: 83 (Magnitude 5)
Encounter?: 8 (No)

----------------------Belgrano-------------------
—--------Paloma Marron Arcade—--------


Her wish’s saving grace, Jimena thinks, was not giving a flying fuck about it. Becoming a Magical Girl seemed cool enough; you get powers, cool clothes, a bitchin-ass hand-whip, and you get to play the shonen hero by beating the living shit out of ugly bad guys. The wish was overkill. The package already had everything she wanted, enough to be a good person- and what more could she ask.

>Despair Roll: (69), 47
And given Magical Girl’s wishes nasty habit of backfiring, Jimena seems to have been spared quite the huge truck-load of a shitshow, if what her old squad told her was worth going by. Even if she did fuck up her life. Even if there was no going back. Life ever since she found out about Witches had been spent juggling with her feelings, gently bullying her classmates, staring at clouds, and wasting her allowance at the local arcade.

This is what Jimena Gimenez is thinking as she brutally bodies yet another contender at the good old KOF 98 Ultimate Match machine, not skimming even a single low kick in her endless chaining. The contender, a very tall, very muscular african man (as black as it gets) just whistles, his quarter a worthy sacrifice to the god of combos. When he goes for the pocket, he finds but air and good memories inside his jacket. Jimena just hands him another quarter. No line is waiting behind them.

The arcade is as much of a zombie as any that the kids shoot down in its House of the Dead cabinet. The Internet came twenty years ago and with it came free video-games of such superior quality: the thrill of fighting for your coin was lost to the wind. The man’s name is Ambonisye. He came all the way from France. Ambonisye sells wacky single-hand clocks and sunglasses on the street to have somewhere to sleep, some meat in his fridge, and to play The King of Fighters. No family to feed or pretentious of power or grandeur: the man likes The King of Fighters.

And he grabs his head in sincere frustration after Jimena, yet again, absolutely fucking obliterates his character on the screen- which is the same Jimena picked, so there would be no excuses. And she taunts him meekly; even though he may be twice as tall as her. Not that she cared. She could body him in real life too. But, to Jimena, it is nice to see someone take its losses in stride, someone that doesn’t bitch and tries to get better. Yet Ambonisye’s bald head is already basked in sweat, shining as if it could tell you the future- and both silently agree that it’s time to take a break.

Jimena sits at the corner of the street as the african man brings out his sunglasses and clocks and trinkets, and displays them all on a carpet of many colors next to her. They told her she had it easy, that most Magical Girls learn about Witchification the hard way- that sometimes it’s enough to turn them into Witches on the spot. Jimena, on the other hand, was told about it by her squad-mates. Called bullshit, of course, as it is reasonable to expect. Yet when many other Magical Girls kept saying the same, Magical Girls that didn’t even know each other, even Jimena saw the pattern and it made her blood boil then freeze. All this time she had been killing girls like herself, girls who wanted to take it easy, girls who saw the shape of dicks in the clouds. Even if it was too much to bear, even now, she still has the luxury to doubt. It keeps her sane.

Back then, Jimena had decided to just enjoy the rest of her life in peace. The lifespan of a Magical Girl is short enough as it is, so there was no fucking way in hell she’d spent that short life moping. She quit the squad on good terms, still occasionally calling the girls to talk shit about anime and games, but Jimena hasn’t gone on a Witch hunt in a time most Magical Girls would consider to be impossible. The key, she thinks, is not giving a fuck. Like Ambonisye, she’s keeping it real. Living everyday like it was the last is a good bet- which is why she only hits the school when the street gets boring.

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>>Random Event:
>Stat: Charisma
>Type: Negative
>Magnitude: 5

Jimena picks up the call; against all odds, she had managed to hack the Nintendo Switch and turn it into a gigantic, impractical cellphone. The power of focus… if only she focused on neuro-science or some shit. The face displayed on the cellphone is that of her good boy Fernando, already halfway on the sequel of the hit game starring her, “Kyaa Oni-Chan Yamete: The power of Love and Nitroglycerin”. Despite looking like a troll game, and playing like a troll game, the gameplay turned out so solid that it even has its own niche esports scene, and the metagame is looking healthy.
Jimena gently asks Fernando why the fuck is he bothering her on this fine morning; he seems serious. Going straight for the jugular, the game designer tells the Magical Girl that their main investor is right about to pull the plug and leave the whole team to fend for themselves on rice and good will. Which blows the grin right out of Jimena’s face like a thunderous cock-slap: her lifestyle is at stake. The revenue from using her image in the game was barely enough for Jimena to fuel her hobbies and distractions. Without it she either milks her hard-working single father dry, which Jimena dreads to do, or she will have to get a job and put up with a retard boss and the scum of the earth: customers.
Already sweating the big ones, Jimena asks why. The reason, Fernando explains, is simple: the game does not have enough sexually implicit content, and the investors fear it will not appeal enough. A stranger to what ‘sex’ actually entails other than the fact that dicks look like mushrooms, Jimena swallows with sincere single-minded fear. She could contact the investors directly… but what else could she do?

The first drop hits the street, and then the next, and then the third. Fuck it all: now this?
Jimena and Ambonisye watch it pour from inside the arcade, more people rushing in by the second. A part of her totally forgets that her ass is on the line, and wonders if any of those seeking shelter would stand a chance against her. The thought is quickly brutalized; she used to wreck edgy teens before even having Magical Girl reflexes. All she can do now is take.

>(Rita tomorrow!!)

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>>5504380
Look at the silver lining, they might take away your money but your ass is always ready for eating. It's what we always say, when in doubt, goop it out.

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凸 Rita Hammerhead 凸

HP: 13,4
DP: 71
Condition: Depressed

Despair Roll: 15, (14)
Random Event Roll: 69, 88, 16, 41, 52, 71, 40
Happens?: 69 (No)

----------------------Caballito--------------------
—-----------------------???—--------------------


Rita Hammerhead is dreaming. In her dream, hope and joy and fun and warmth leak from her body like sweat. Like the curtains of a theater, they make way for a show she doesn’t want to see- and roaring in despair, Rita tries to keep the curtains closed. Just like sweat or tears, these are infinitely slippery, and slide from under her fingers until the curtains open.

∿∿∿∿∿∿∿∿ 凸 ∿∿∿∿∿∿∿∿

In that show, a happy-go-lucky girl becomes the owner of a water park. It rains, yet everyone is having fun, so she blends with the crowd and slides down each attraction a million times. And that just the first week. The second week, though, half a million times. The third, two hundred and fifty thousand times.

Eventually, the girl plays in her park only once a week, yet still has to read and sign as many papers as in the first. Even so, customers still complain, employees still make mistakes, the competition still slanders, the attractions still require maintenance, the taxes still have to be paid- and none of that is fun. And none of that makes her happy.

>>5504876
>HP: 13,4
Did...did the waterpark fall on her?

Rita opens her eyes. SEAnanigans has been closed for ten months already. Very slowly, as fast as her neck lets her, she sits on the bed. The bed being, as she soon realizes, a ball pit in the middle of a daycare center. With her body unable to keep up with her confusion, the Magical Girl has to settle for looking around and taking in the scenery.

Yet it’s only with focus that she notices how bizarre things are.

One of the chairs is missing two legs, yet still stands. A table has a huge hole in the center, yet a cup still hovers over it. The big cat drawn on the wall has two paws on the right side, and eyes on each. The TV is a triangle. The mirror shows her side. And the balls around Rita, as she sees after picking one up, aren’t even round; instead, it’s as if a million ovals had been crammed in a single spot in space and time. Even feeling it feels wrong.

A single pang is enough to feel like she’s been stabbed in the chest. This is a Witch Labyrinth.

And no matter how much she hears it, the music from the jukebox has no rhythm, and it never repeats.

Rita only realized where the door was when the intense light coming from it was blocked by a shape, the light hiding its features. Once under the lamp at the center of the room, which is an eye surrounded by petals, for just one second Rita thought of the best way to describe it. A hand, whose fingers end in hands, dressed in suit and tie, completely faceless. A Familiar.

Still so tired that she can’t fear, Rita tries to back down; her hand crushes a weird tiny toy made of red jelly. The Familiar moves forward without a pattern; it stands on some fingers, then on others. As if it didn't know how to walk and was improvising every step of the way.

Right as Rita summons her magical rapier, a calm voice calls out, and tells her to drop the ball on her left hand. She does. The Familiar stops, as if instantly frozen in time, then backs out until it’s out of the room.

The light outside dims again; another shape walks inside, this time, one that makes sense. Two legs, two arms, chest, short violet hair over glasses; another Magical Girl.

She tells Rita not to worry. That as long as she takes nothing from the mall the Familiars of the Witch of Peace will never hurt her. That they are just waiting for the day their Witch finally decides to take a stroll around the mall. Dazzled, Rita says nothing. There is a limit to how much bullshit a human can process at any given time, and hers has clearly been breached.

The Magical Girl introduces herself only as ‘A’, the first letter of the alphabet. A is wearing a simple, long-sleeved black shirt and jeans, as a big blue ribbon peeks from behind her head. Gently, she grabs Rita’s hand and helps her up.

Right outside, under the railing, Rita spots an open plaza like two floors below, a fountain at its center. The bizarre place is shaped like a big pentagon, closing high above in an intricate glass dome, hard to make out under the blinding light. And, doubtlessly, riddled with asymmetry.

Rita straight up asks what happened, where she is, why can’t she move, why was that a Familiar, why is this a Labyrinth; the questions jam in her throat, and leave merged together. More than most likely not picking up a single word she’s saying, the mysterious A tells Rita that an anonymous Magical Girl saved her from witching out. ‘Witching out’; a term she hadn’t heard before. Rita had been to Witch hunts, like any Magical Girl worth its salt, and she had the bad habit of always evening out battles between Magical Girls, no matter the faction- which thankfully never ended badly. But, ‘witching out’... nobody had ever said that one before.

Gently yet firmly, A grabs Rita’s shoulder. Her glasses block the light as she tells Rita there’s something she should see. After going down some spiral stairs, as they walk right through the plaza at the bottom, A tells Rita a story.

Didn’t even ask if she wanted to hear it. A was like 'fuck you, you need to hear this'.

Years ago, a businessman with very dark connections to the underworld decided to build a shopping mall in Caballito as a money laundry scheme through a proxy company that would take a commission- and all was going well. His involvement was top secret, the main reason he paid such heavy coin, and he would attend no meetings, and would give no input. He was but the shade of the mall.
One day, while the mall was halfway there, he got an anonymous text message spanning barely two words: ‘I know’. I will tell you now, in advance, that this was a message from her daughter, who figured out he kept eating her ice cream. At the time, of course, the man didn’t know. That very same night, he gave the order to bury the entire building overnight, and bribed and threatened every single worker and contractor, to keep them quiet and to never, ever, talk about the mall again.
This, of course, spawned speculation; some treated it as a mass hallucination, others went as far as to step into the place and take photos. Whenever this businessman would find or hear about someone who knew, the pattern would repeat itself: he would threaten, he would bribe, and someone else would know.
The entirety of the town had been bribed in some way or the other, before he even realized.
As it turns out, word had spread of his bribing too. Money calls. People didn’t know why, but they knew that, if they spoke of a phantom shopping mall, a man would give them cash. And word spread so far and so fast that half of Buenos Aires knew, and then research was done, and the man was convicted, and also bankrupt.

Now sitting by the fountain, still frowning her eyes and trying to make sense out of the whole thing, Rita turns around to look at it. Little cherubs sitting by a throne hold complex vases from which lines of water flow. Some of the cherubs have no face, others have a hole instead, and one particular cherub is looking at you no matter the angle you look at it from. A asks Rita if she got something out of the story, Rita asks A who in the world is she and why is she in a Labyrinth telling her a story. A is concrete: she is a Coordinator, this is the neutral area in Caballito. The neutral area resides inside a Labyrinth.

As if that would explain everything.

Even after a whole year of Magical Girling, Rita wasn’t aware that a Coordinator is to a Magical Girl what a Magical Girl is to a human- an impossible, mythical beast, ridiculous to even believe in. This, however, makes complete sense. It takes a very special, very unique brand of sheer pure hatred to be granted a wish, any wish you could want, twenty five thousand million dollars, the love of your life, another cat- and use it to set shit on fire. Coordinators only happen when a Magical Girl asks a harmful wish. They lack any sort of personal magic, magical abilities, and their physical strength is sub-par when compared to other Magical Girls. Most importantly, they are almost completely incapable of harming Witches- or even Familiars for that matter.

A here is a Coordinator. One of the extremely few Magical Girls that can tinker with Soul Gems. Some /countries/ don’t even have one because a hundred out of a hundred and one die on their very first day.

Of course, Rita still doesn’t completely get it. Or even believe it.

Now past the fountain, A is leading Rita towards a big door, most likely the entrance, which is still a ways off. This place is bigger than it seems. When Rita asks A what was the point of that story, A tells her another story, this time a lot shorter.

Back then, there was this extremely strong, extremely smart Magical Girl whose wish had left unable to trust anyone. She had rallied not just Buenos Aires, but almost the entirety of the country (and even Uruguay) into a bloody civil war that ended- right here. Betrayed by every faction, she stood and fought an army alone, holding her ground for hours- until her Soul Gem grew pitch-black.

Before Rita could even ask, the door opens- and lo and behold, surrounded by a chapel, held in place by broken chains… is the Witch. The biggest one Rita had ever seen.

…Rita feels her throat close shut. As in religious admiration, she takes a step back. To define the shape of a Witch with words requires association, to explain through reference. Rita found nothing she could use to explain this Witch.

A apologizes; perhaps she should have explained that the Witch is harmless before opening the door. Solid evidence, A says, is the biggest kindness she can offer. When a Soul Gem becomes black, a Magical Girl turns into a Witch.

Rita shakes from feet to nose. This is that Magical Girl.

>>5504889
All of that dumpster candy finally caught up to her, it would seem...