>>28759728
>"Why can't they be older than 19?"
How arbitrary!

>>28759728
>"Duly noted. Which parts am I doing?"
Let's get started on this

>>28759728
Neat, I'm on time for this one.

"I assume the Incubator requires youthful energy, that must be why they choose young ones. Duly noted, though. Which parts am I doing?"

"Why can't they be older than 19? That sounds pretty arbitrary."

"Implantation only takes place in people in the 14 to 19 age range. While there are older Incubators, this guy almost certainly isn't one of them, since he'd have to be doing it for years."

"Then... why teenagers?"

Richard shrugs. "Dunno. Maybe puberty makes for a good host. Maybe it's some inherent magic of the transition from child to adult. Maybe it's because we're young."

"Duly noted. Which parts am I doing?"

He goes over the map with you, pointing out the buildings you'll be handling and the ones he'll be going over. "For this many buildings, it should take around two hours. We rendezvous here," he says, pointing out a convenience store, "when we're done."

The process is extremely tedious. You get your face shut in on you again and again. "Do you have anyone below twenty in your household? Could I speak to them?"

Again and again and again, you deal with uncooperative people who refuse to even let you see them, each time noting the location in case you have to return to it for a second pass.

About an hour in - and about halfway through your buildings - you finally hit on some minor luck.

>(1/2)

You knock on the door, and it opens. Loud music is playing in the background. You catch the scent of something which you guess is some kind of illegal narcotic. Perhaps... cannabis?

The apparent denizen of the apartment looks at you, askance. You recognize the distinctive features of an Incubator on his face, though you can't be absolutely certain that he is, in fact, one. He could just be a fairly attractive young man.

"Hello?" He asks.

You begin, as rehearsed. "Hello. I'm seeking young people interested in getting involved in politics, specifically--"

"Sorry, not interested," he says, quickly.

And the door shuts. Your shoulders slump and you make a note on your map.

The rest of the work continues uneventfully. You don't see anyone else who fits the profile of an Incubator.

You circle back to the convenience store, the entire process taking one hour and forty-seven minutes on your part. Richard arrives shortly after you, and buys a Sunkist.

He sits down on the sidewalk outside the building, patting the 'seat' next to him. "I didn't find anybody who fits the profile. You?"

>"Only one guy. But I think he might do..." lower your voice conspiratorially, "marijuana."
>"Yeah, here's where he lives." Point him out on the map.
>Lie. "Nope!" Gathering information independent from Richard would be good, and this guy is an opportunity.
>Write-in

>>28760050
>yeah here's where he lives

>>28760050
"Yeah, here. He was the one that stands out most in my mind. Seemed like some punk kid to me though, so wouldn't surprise me if he was using his new 'super powers' to be cool and all that good stuff."

"Yeah, here's where he lives," you say, pointing him out on the map. "He seems like a punk kid to me, and I'd guess he's just using his abilities to be cool."

Richard only nods in response, sitting in silence, thinking in response. "Not that far off expectations. Might be able to work with punk," he says, half to you and half to himself. After a long silence, he finally turns to you. "Alright, look, Abigail, I think you should do it. Tell the guy, I mean."

"Really? But you've been at this longer than me."

"Look, I know I'm not exactly the best when it comes to people. I don't know what it is. It was there before I became an Incubator, and it's worse now. I don't like being around people. It's not unpleasant, it's just... not anything. I mean, I just... I don't think I can put my best foot forward in conversations."

>"Okay, Richard. Thanks for being honest with me, I guess. I'll do it."
>"Alright, alright, I get it. I'll talk to him."
>"You know more about this than I do, Richard. You should really do it."
>"At least give me a bit of coaching, first?"
>"So that's your explanation for why you're such an asshole?"
>Write-in.

>>28760216
>ok

>>28760216
>"Alright, alright, I get it. I'll talk to him."
Hard work being a superman.

"Alright, alright, Richard. I'll do it."

"Danke," he says. He follows you as you head off, tossing the bottle into a recycling bin when he finishes it.

After arriving at the man in question's residence, you blow out one last breath before knocking on the door. It opens and the young man seems irritated to see you. "I said I wasn't interested," he begins, but you jam your foot in the door as he tries to close it.

"This isn't about politics," you say, voice harsh and clear. He looks at you, uncertain what exactly you want.

How are you going to handle this?
>Helpful. You want to help this guy, but you need his assistance to do it.
>Hard sell. He's going to die if you don't help him out.
>Apathetic. He needs you more than you need him.
>Write-in.

>>28760401
>hard sell

>>28760401
>Hard sell. He's going to die if you don't help him out.
It's true!

>>28760533
>>28760463
Roll some d20s, best of first three.

>>28760401
Hard sell
I hate punks

>>28760401
Apathetic

screw this guy, if anything, I'd like to murder him for his sweet sweet life juices

Rolled 54

>>28760578
Right-o!

Rolled 1

>>28760578

Rolled 19

>>28760578
Oops, didn't see it was d20.

Rolled 13

>>28760617
I'm so sorry

>>28760617
I should note before I have to read the ordinary shit posting that follows a 1 that there are no critfails in my system.

>>28760621
19+1, DC 14, success.

>>28760648
oh goodie, I won't get tarred and feathered.

"You can fly now, right?" His face flickers in recognition, fear, confusion.

"How-"

"Tch," you interrupt, "listen to me. You know that power you've got inside you? Well it comes at a cost. Within the month, you'll start killing people like crazy. Within the year, you'll be dead. Claro?"

He nods. He seems to believe you, which is good.

"Good. Now, there's a way out of this, but I'll need your full cooperation for it."

"What do I have to do?"

You explain the situation to him in detail.

"So you're saying... I have to become a superhero to survive?"

"Noooooo. You have to kill people."

"But bad people, right?"

"Well, yes, that's the plan."

"So I'm a superhero then."

"...I'm not sure you understand this. You're going to die before you're thirty."

"That sucks." From the way he says it, you're not sure he really believes that it sucks. "But I get to kill bad people? Make the world a better place?"

>"I suppose that's one way to look at it."
>"No, you don't understand, this is a bad thing."
>"What the hell is the matter with you?"
>Write-in.

>>28760754
>"What the hell is the matter with you?"
Geez, this guy...

>>28760754
>I suppose that's one way to see it

>>28760754
>"I like your enthusiasm about killing people"

>>28760754
I suppose that's one way to see it...

"I suppose that's one way to look at it," you say. Whatever, at least he's on board.

"What other way is there to look at it? The dying thing is bad and all, but whatever, can't do anything about it from what you've said. Action, though? Being a fucking real-life superhero? Hell yeah, I'd like some of that."

You give him a snort and a slight shaking of the head in response.

The two of you exchange contact information. Richard follows you as you leave. "Nice work, Abigail," he says, giving you a firm slap on the shoulders. You give him an awkward smile. "Sorry, too much?"

"Maybe a little."

>Killing-an-Exile-Incubator prep time!
>Richard time!
>Tracy time!
>Ned time!
>Study time!
>Write-in time!

>>28761014
Study time!

Really, we need to finish that list up

>>28761014
>Tracy time!
Seriously, we need to find out what her deal is.

>>28761014
>You time!

lol I suck. New guy's name is Daniel.

>>28761014
Study time. We can spend time with our lesbofu later.

>>28761152
So how effective is this 'proxy Incubator' stuff anyway.

>>28761165
>So how effective is this 'proxy Incubator' stuff anyway.
An extra ten to twenty percent added onto to however long you were living anyway.

You head home for some private time to study and learn. Your stomach growls before you can get started, but you make a quick dish and return to work.

>Electronics+Wiring: complete
>Cyber Security skills (anti-hacking): complete
>Cyber Security skills (hacking): 15%

You go to sleep, curling up on the bed and dreaming about defending against an alien invasion of people who look like giant marijuana stalks.

>Cyber security skills (hacking): complete
>Lock-picking: 25%

You have to go to school, so you head out. You can't really study lockpicking fully in school, so you focus on other subjects. Your teachers seem vaguely irritated but don't bother you after the first few times you answer their questions accurately.

>Wilderness survival: complete.

It's lunch time! You're the first to arrive at the cafeteria, and you plop down at a table. Have anything you want to bring up with Tracy and/or Ned?

>Tracy's earlier reduced affect. (Continued reduced affect maybe?) Let's keep pressing her! Nothing could go wrong!
>Anything interesting happened in either of their lives lately?
>Arrange to spend social time with one (or both) of them later
>Discuss the evils of... marijuana.
>Write-in.

>>28761260
>Arrange for social time with both
>discuss the evils of marijuana

>>28761260
>Discuss the evils of... marijuana.
Let's see if Tracey's become a DRUG ADDICT!

>>28761260
Nice, we have wiring, survival, and anti hacking complete. Those should be handy.

Make some small talk, see if they're doing alright, and nudge Tracy to see if she's feeling lonely or whatever. Might be worth taking her on another date some time.

After Ned sits down, you try to formulate your question as best you can. You wish to ensure that neither he nor Tracy are consuming recreational marijuana, since it would be very sad if they died before you. You need a way to broach the subject, politely but subtly.

"Ned, have you ever heard of... marijuana?" Very subtle.

He gives you a look. "No, Abby, I've been living under a rock for my entire life. What is this 'mar-ih-wan-na' of which you speak?"

"It is a dangerous narcotic which interferes with many basic functions of the human body. Yet countless people consume it recreationally."

"What fools," Ned mutters, shaking his head. "Seriously, what?"

"You don't do marijuana, right?"

"No, I don't. It interferes with the instantiation of the-"

"Don't care," you interrupt, cutting off what you know was going to be a discussion of how the Church solves the mind-body problem.

Tracy sits down across from you. "What's up?" she asks.

"Abby's worried that I'm doing marijuana or something. You don't, right?"

"No!" Tracy says quickly. "Of course not! I see..." she looks around, and leans in, lowering her voice, "you know, I see people who are addicted to drugs. They come around to bother Jim sometimes. It's not pleasant."

"Good," you say, nodding sagely. Both Tracy and Ned look at you like you're crazy.

>Pump Tracy for her emotional state.
>Arrange a social function with the two of them.
>Plan a date with Tracy.
>Anything interesting lately?
>Write-in.

>>28761582
>Arrange a social function with the two of them.
DO - YOU - WANT - FRIEND - TIME - BEEP - BOOP - ?
Ask if they want to check out a bar or club or something.

>>28761582
>>Anything interesting lately?

>>28761620
phrase it exactly like this

>>28761714
This

>>28761753
I'm afraid I don't let players custom word commands, it would result in a schizophrenic voice for Abby.

>>28762144
:(
probs the best policy though

"Do you guys want to go check out a club or something later today?"

"What, all three of us?" Ned asks.

"Yeah, all three of us," you repeat.

"I was just starting to feel like a third wheel."

"Get a girlfriend, then, loser. I managed to, what excuse do you have?"

"The fact that I'm a member of an NRM that isn't exactly popular?"

"Oh, wow, the 'woe is me, everybody thinks my cult is a cult' play, THAT'S attractive. Small wonder you don't have a girl. Hey, here's an idea: find a girl at your church."

"Oh, that's so brilliant, why didn't I think of that? All the girls I'd be interested in are already paired off."

"Well, maybe we can find you a girl at the club. That is, if you're interested in going, Tracy?"

"Um..." she purses her lips. "I'd have to check with Jim... but probably he'd be okay with it. It's not a date, right?"

"Nah, we're just playing wing man for our buddy Ned here," you say, wrapping one arm around Ned's neck. "Ain't that right Ned?"

"With two beautiful women as my wing men, my odds might actually be pretty good."

"Flattery won't get you anywhere, Ned."

"It's good practice anyways."

"Anyways," you say, as you extricate yourself from around Ned, "anything interesting happen with you two?"

Ned takes a moment, apparently thinking. "Not really, no." Tracy expresses much the same sentiment.

>Pump Tracy for her emotional state.
>Plan a date with Tracy.
>Timeskip.
>Write-in.

>>28762364
>>Timeskip.

>>28762364
Something' definitely is bothering T. But if she doesn't wanna talk she doesn't wanna talk.

Timeskip

>>28762364
>Timeskip.
We can prod Tracy later, let's work up a 'I gave you time!' excuse first.

You make plans to go 'clubbing' that evening, then you make small talk about nothing in particular. Tracy is plenty involved, though you do still notice the same faint reduction in her positive affect that you don't know the source of.

When lunch ends, you say your goodbyes and head off to class, studying during the periods.

>Auto maintenance: complete!

Class ends, and you head home. You spend another hour learning lockpicking. experimenting with a kit and lock you purchased for just this reason.

>Lock-picking: complete!

It's 4:22 PM. Your planned clubbing is tonight at 7. You've gone through your current study list, and may refresh it with new material if you want.

>Study some more!
>Write-in.

What you've already learned:
>Lock-picking
>Auto maintenance
>Electronics+Wiring
>Cyber Security skills (anti-hacking)
>Cyber Security skills (hacking)
>Spanish
>Firearm safety and maintenance
>All school courses save Spanish
>Psychology and Speaking Skills
>Wilderness Survival Manuals
>A lot of chemical engineering
>Some cooking
>First Aid
>Anatomy and Pressure Points

>>28762684
>The rest of Chemical Engineering
>Become a cheif. Finish cooking.
>Start Biology and the nature of evolution. Perhaps it will provide insight on how Incubator's work.
>Programming, simply so we can prepare our future virus war on the CIA
>Robotics, because of course we want to make a little robot pal some time.

That's all I can think of currently.

>>28762792
can support

>>28762792
Sure, sounds good!

google scholar and university websites.

>Chemical engineering: complete.

>Biology, evolution: 75%.

Dinner time rolls around. It's as late as you can spare before cooking something, if you want to be on time to your appointed "date" with Tracy and Ned. You study a bunch of recipe books thoroughly, as well as various texts covering the science of the matter, and put together the absolute best meal you can for dinner. You're as good as you can get without more practice.

>Cooking: expert theory, great practice.

You probably made too much, but that's fine, you can toss some at your mother.

>Leave the food at the base of the door.
>Feed her through the door again.
>Demand she eat with you like a normal person.
>She can eat when she's dead. Or, she can't actually, but you know what, fuck her.
>Write-in.

>>28763085
That's some slick ass fucking copy-pasting. Nrgh.

First sentence should read:
You finish off your knowledge of chemical engineering with a few extended pagings through google scholar and university websites.

>>28763085
>Feed her through the door again.
Soon we strike.

>>28763085
>Demand she eat with you like a normal person.

>>28763085
>Leave food at door.

>>28763085
>Chemical engineering: complete.
Does that mean we can finally start taking apart batteries and putting the lithium in mother's food as an antidepressant? Because that seems like the best solution to the dinner issue.

>>28763175
That seems like the best way to be a creepy ass fuck

>>28763175
>>28763229
Won't it, like, kill her? Granted, it will solve the dinner problem, though

Rolled 2

>>28763119
>>28763133
>>28763135
No consensus.

1 - leave food at door
2 - feed her through the door
3 - demand she eat with you


>>28763229
I love it.

>>28763293
Feed her through the door wins. Roll d20s for Charm, best of first three.

Rolled 5

>>28763311
"Don't worry mom, I definitely didn't put ground-up batteries in it this time"

Rolled 8

>>28763311

Rolled 19

>>28763311
If no one's rolling I'll roll again

>>28763379
Thought y'all were gonna fail for a second there.

>writing

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>>28763379

You knock on the door. You can actually hear your mother fall out of her chair in shock, and you close your eyes in a mix of pity and irritation.

"W-what is it? What's going on?" she asks, her voice shaking in what sounds like fear.

"Dinner time, Mom," you say through the door. "I made you some."

"...I guess I have to open the door again?"

"Yeah, Mom. It's just me out here."

She does the routine again, looking through a tiny crack first, her eyes manic, then offering her arm. This time she's more polite. "Thanks, Abby," she says after she grabs the plate from your hand. She still closes and locks the door, though.

You sit down and eat your meal, alone, before freshening up and heading over to the club where you're meeting Ned and Tracy. You arrive first, waiting for them before going inside.

Tracy shows up first, and she waits with you, discussing some stupid school gossip. She toys with one of her braids, smiling up at you occasionally.

Ned arrives last. "I didn't keep the two of you waiting too long, did I?"

"Nah," you say, "only a few minutes."

The three of you head inside.

>Hang with Ned and Tracy before doing anything else.
>Guess what, Ned? We're not actually your wing men tonight. Dance with Tracy.
>Scope out the club for some girls that are alone and age-appropriate for Ned, and point them out to him.
>Scope out the club for some girls that are alone and age-appropriate for Ned, then go in and direct them towards him.
>Write-in.

>>28763779
>>Hang with Ned and Tracy before doing anything else.
You gotta warm up first, claim a table if it's that kind of club, etc.

>>28763779
First
>1
Then
>3
We can at least give it a shot, and he sure as hell has a higher charm then we do...or at least, he has to. Unless it's negative.

>>28763779
>hang out with ned and trac

>>28763845
You have Charm 1 now, on account of the social psych/speaking skills stuff.

Also, I won't be rolling for NPC versus NPC stuff from now on, I'll be like dogs and just sort of do things arbitrarily.

>>28763779
>Hang with Ned and Tracy before doing anything else.

You secure a table with Ned and Tracy and chat a bit, taking the time to scope out the people. There's a dance floor with couples and lone girls and guys on it, though it's not very crowded at the moment as neither the band nor the song are particularly good.

You notice someone here, a young man in his teens, with the physical features of an Incubator. You swallow in fear, every part of your mind searching for a way to control the situation, to take him out or control him if you have to. He's got two girls with him, and they're both laughing and showing interest, flipping their hair and touching him; they don't look like Incubators.

Fuck, you don't even know what kind of Incubator he is. If he is one.

You manage to carry on a conversation with Ned and Tracy without any difficulty while you keep an eye on him. After a few minutes of monitoring him, you decide that even if he is an Incubator, he doesn't seem to be on the prowl or anything, and can probably be safely ignored. Maybe. Possibly.

>Guess what, Ned? We're not actually your wing men tonight. Dance with Tracy.
>Scope out the club for some girls that are alone and age-appropriate for Ned, and point them out to him.
>Scope out the club for some girls that are alone and age-appropriate for Ned, then go in and direct them towards him.
>Go talk to the maybe-Incubator.
>See if you can't stealth-strike the maybe-Incubator dead.
>Write-in.

>>28764357
>Scope out the club for some girls that are alone and age-appropriate for Ned, and point them out to him.
Let's not kill or confront random Incubators on our own, being watchful will have to be enough.

>>28764357
>2
Gotta be confident. Girls don't usually go for the guy that forces another girl to scout for him.

Ignore Incubator guy, he's just looking for a good time right now, it looks like. Would like to text Richie,but I have a feeling those are too easily traced.

>>28764357
>go wingman for Ned

>>28764507
>Girls don't usually go for the guy that forces another girl to scout for him.
It'd be a "Hey, have you met Ned?" thing.

It's a pretty deece starter.

>>28764616
Yeah, but still. Approaching yourself usually ends better. Ned's gotta stop being a pussy some day.

>>28764616
He has to do some work himself. He can always wait with mentioning the cult stuff until after he's gotten somewhere.

>>28764681
"Hey this is Crazy Ned the cultist. Did I mention he's crazy?"

>>28764464
>>28764507
>>28764516
Roll perception, then. Best of first three.

Rolled 7

>>28764759
We're amazing at perception.

Rolled 19

>>28764759
Eyes of a cat

Rolled 14

>>28764800
>all these 19's

You look around the club, eyes carefully considering every girl in your visual range. Each one is considered, noted, and filed: age, appearance, apparent relationship status, and a variety of other bits of information.

In under a minute, you've noticed one girl in particular who keeps glancing back at your table, sometimes at Ned, sometimes at you or Tracy. You want to double-check and make sure her interest is in Ned, so you physically pick up Tracy and put her on your lap. She squeaks a little in surprise, but doesn't mind, leaning back into your body as you place your chin on her shoulder and wrap your arms around her waist.

You glance back at the girl. Her expression and gaze suggest she isn't interested in you or Tracy, and wasn't just glancing over to figure out what was up with your little trio, so you look over at Ned when she's looking away. "Hey. That girl over there's making moon eyes at you," you say, subtly pointing in her direction.

He glances over at her as she drinks from her mug. "You sure?"

"Positive. Remember, don't mention the Church. Not until the third date."

"Alright then," he says with a shrug, getting up and heading over to talk to her.

That probably went pretty well. They seem to be getting to a good start, and Ned sits down across from the girl.

>Dance with Tracy.
>Deal with the maybe-Incubator with words.
>Deal with the maybe-Incubator with violence.
>This position is actually very nice, why not enjoy it and chat with Tracy?
>Write-in.

>>28765029
>enjoy tracy

>>28765029
>4
Best position. Ask her is she comfy.

>>28765029
>This position is actually very nice, why not enjoy it and chat with Tracy?
We can always dance once things get stiff and uncomfortable.

>>28765029
>>This position is actually very nice, why not enjoy it and chat with Tracy?

You tighten your hold around Tracy's waist, eyes occasionally darting across the room to check on the maybe-Incubator and Ned. You're reasonably certain the maybe-Incubator would've noticed you by now if he was a Scholar, so you can at least rule that out.

"This is nice," you mumble, softly, just enjoying the moment.

Tracy smiles at you. "Yeah. You're pretty strong, Abby, you lifted me easily."

"Did I?" You smile back at her. "I guess I did. Well, you're such a cute little thing, it wasn't too hard."

You continue on, flirting with Tracy, monitoring the maybe-Incubator and Ned. After a few minutes, the maybe-Incubator's eyes start darting around the room, as though he's searching for someone or something. After a little bit, he gets up, making excuses to the two girls he was flirting with, and heads for the bathroom. You nuzzle Tracy's neck, causing her to squirm and stifle a giggle.

"Oh, are you ticklish there?" You ask, blowing a puff of air against the nape of her neck.

"S-stop, Abby," she says, stuttering from her stifled laughter, and you do so.

"Sorry," you say, "your reaction was just too cute."

>Dance with Tracy.
>Enjoy this position some more.
>Deal with the maybe-Incubator with words.
>Deal with the maybe-Incubator with violence.
>Write-in.

>>28765753
Ask Travey if she'd like to dance.

Incubator guy might be meeting his own little friend here like we are with Richard. Worth noting.

>>28765753
>>Dance with Tracy.
Still think we should leave maybe-incubator for later, after consulting Richard.

>>28765753
>Dance with Tracy.

The song changes to something slower and more romantic than the other fair so far (not that it's hard to outdo metal and grunge in that regards), and you gently lean forward to whisper in Tracy's ear. "May I have this dance, ma'am?"

She flicks her eyes towards you and smiles. "Yes ma'am," she says, as you let her hop off your lap. You get up to the dance floor with her, taking one of her hands in yours, and steadily and very enjoyably dance to the music together.

You've been dancing through a couple songs when some random asshole comes over to hit on Tracy. "Hey, what's a cute girl like you doing all alone on the dance floor?" He completely ignores you. From the way he's acting, he might not even be aware you're here. He's not even that attractive, either.

>"She's gay, so I'm pretty sure that even if she was looking for a different dance partner, it wouldn't be you."
>"She's not alone, she's with me." Pull her in close.
>"Excuse me?" Get in his face. "She's taken, prick, now fuck off."
>Write-in.

>>28766147
>2
No need to rub exactly how awesome we are in his face...yet...

But let's see if we can't psycho analyze the guy as we speak to em. Maybe pick out something he's sensitive about to really get under his skin if he doesn't back off.

>>28766147
>"She's not alone, she's with me." Pull her in close.
Don't think Tracy would appreciate the other options.

>>28766147
The second sounds good.

>>28766147
>>"She's not alone, she's with me." Pull her in close.

"She's not alone, she's with me," you say, pulling Tracy into your embrace and twirling her around so that she faces the same direction as you. Tracy nods in response. You give the man a hard glare. He raises his hands, as if defeated.

"Okay, okay," he says, "if you ever want a real man-"

"She doesn't," you interrupt.

"Then," he says, continuing unabated, a note of irritation creeping into his voice, "you can come talk to me, anytime. It's a waste for a cute girl like you to go with an ugly dyke like that." At that, he considers his piece said, and leaves.

"I-I don't think you're ugly, Abby. I think you're very... um... handsome?" She offers. "Sorry, that doesn't sound right... you're really attractive."

>"It's fine, guys like that don't bother me in the least."
>"I think you're really attractive too."
>"You're cute when you're trying to buoy my spirits."
>Write-in.

>>28766656
>thank you! ur pretty too

>>28766656

>"You're cute when you're trying to buoy my spirits."

>>28766656
>>"I think you're really attractive too."

>>28766714

"Thank you. I think you're really attractive too," you say, smiling. She smiles back, then blushes in realization. "Especially when you're trying to buoy my spirits. Would you like to get back to dancing?"

She nods, and you start dancing with her again. You catch something with your eyes, a flicker of motion on a table. Your gaze follows it, and you can't be sure quite what it was. Nobody's sitting there, there's just some utensils that have been left out. You notice another motion at another table.

The third time, you catch it in the act. It's a table knife, and it slides a few inches to the side, independent of anything else on the table, or any action insofar as you can perceive. And you can perceive a lot.

He's a Ballista Incubator, then? Is the guy seriously practicing his power from the bathroom in the midst of a crowded club frequented by teenagers?

>Keep on dancing.
>Go find this fucker. Deal with him. (How?)
>"Let's find Ned and get out of here, Tracy, I have a bad feeling."
>Write-in.

>>28766977
>>"Let's find Ned and get out of here, Tracy, I have a bad feeling."

>>28766977
Alright NOW it's our problem. Sadly dismiss ourselves from Tracy on a charming note (perhaps a kiss or something sweet) and tell her we need to use the bathroom. Time to check this guy out.

>>28766977
He's gonna fucking try to shoot you with a knife. Dance your way off the floor and get the heck out. Ned is of no concern, and if he has a girl, we'd be doing him a favour by leaving him behind (Incubator didn't associate us with him).

Check on ned and gtfo.

>>28766977
Slightly unrelated, but we should add to our study list Karma Sutra and all sorts of wonderful ways to satisfy people. That oughta give us the upper hand with our 'hands' if you know what I mean.

>>28767048
We do have pressure points, but some recreational learning for funtimes with our girl would be nice.

>>28767023
Agreed. Check from a distance and flee. We have to alert our partner.

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>>28767048
>>28767067
Wait, what? Are you suggesting... premarital sex? You know that's a sin, right?

>>28767164
>Nedposting.png

>>28767164
Stop posting Ned, go talk to your girl

>>28767183
>>28767232
The Church of the Triune Goddess actually doesn't have any particular policy about premarital sex, though it is excruciatingly pro-marriage and anti-divorce.

>>28767248
What is its holy symbol?

>>28767164
Well, I was more suggesting massages and such. Being good at that is a quick way to get on a girl's good side...or hell, anyone's good side. Being a good Messuse is pretty handy.

>>28767265
We have pressure points already.

>>28767261
A triangle.

>>28767283
Pretty sure there's a difference between knowing where they are and how to handle em with your hands.
Besides, this has the added benefit of making us a sex master.

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>>28767307
>>28767261
I got this one man.

QM ded?

You glance, giving Ned a quick visual check. He's still talking to the girl from earlier, apparently having a very engaging conversation. She's smiling and batting her eyelashes at him.

"Hey, Tracy, I've kind of got a bad feeling, you wanna duck out?"

She blinks. "What about Ned?"

"He's fine, he's chatting with that girl."

Tracy is clearly confused at, and suspicious of, your decision-making process, but she follows you nonetheless.

Once you're outside of the building, you pull out your cell phone. "Richard?"

"Yes?"

"I'm pretty sure I've got a Ballista Incubator down here at the club," you say, filling him in on the short version, being careful to make sure Tracy can't hear.

"Oh, fuck," he says, and you can hear him start to move.

There's a scream from inside, and it quickly becomes a chorus of them, accompanied by a truly great, clattering noise, vaguely similar to the sound of someone dumping an entire container of silverware on the floor, except extended indefinitely. Your breath catches in your chest. Did he-

"If that sound was what I think it was," he says, now clearly running, "your 'Incubator' just Manifested."

Bodies start to flood out of the building as everyone swarms out, panicking, screaming, and running away.

THREAD END.

Alright, now since the next thread will actually start at something important, what's a good time to start? Keep in mind I go to bed pretty early, like 9-10 PM EST most nights.

>>28767671
maybe Friday at noon?

>>28767671
I probably won't catch the start of it. I never do.

But damn it, this motherfucker...
Gonna need to make use of our security access skills and sneak in the back, out of the crowd. Hope Ned's quick on his feet.