>>1356398
>That'd be me. You with the IRS? 'Cause I ain't got no money.

Just a regular Joe Schmoe response is the safest

>>1356398
>>Maybe. Who wants to know?

>>1356398
>>That'd be me. You with the IRS? 'Cause I ain't got no money.

>>1356411
>>1356440
"That'd be me. You with the IRS men? 'Cause I ain't got no money."

The lawyer laughs. "No, no. I'm here representing Micheal Wyndham. You have been listed as his legal guardian in case of certain eventualities that, unfortunately, have come to pass. You see, he's recently been checked into the Safe Harbor Extended Care Facility, and likely will not be discharged in the foreseeable future. This mean, naturally, that someone must be entrusted with the right to manage his... considerable financial affairs..."

>Unfortunate. How much money are we talking about, again?

>What sort of facility is this?

>...And what do these responsibilites entail...

>Write-In

>>1356398
>>That'd be me. You with the IRS? 'Cause I ain't got no money.

>>1356599
What happened to him?
and then
>...And what do these responsibilites entail...


fuck....I feel bad for not taking closer care of him, he went in over his head

>>1356599
What did he do?

>>1356599
>What sort of facility is this?
>...And what do these responsibilites entail...

"Am I allowed to visit?"

>>1356599
this>>1356606

>>1356599
>>1356615
>>What sort of facility is this?
What happened? Am I allowed to visit?" Then:
>...And what do these responsibilites entail..."

>>1356606
>>1356629
"What happened to him?"

"He's suffering from what is referred to as-" the lawyer consults a paper-"ah, yes, it seems as if he's been suffering from hallucinations. Claimed that he had been harassed by fairies, if you can believe that. He was found wandering in his own backyard, naked, ranting about them. The doctors believe he is suffering from schizophrenia. Tragic, very tragic."

You shift on your feet. "Yeah, yeah. So, what're my responsibilities?"

"Oh, most of it is formalities, let me assure you: you'll just need to approve major alterations in the affairs of his trust, assume responsibility for the execution of his will, etc, etc-this will all be after the background check, of course."

>So he's in an asylum?

>Can I visit him?

>-Wait. 'Background check'?

>Write-In

>>1356684
>>So he's in an asylum?

>>Can I visit him?

>>1356684
>So he's in an asylum?
>Can I visit him?

>>1356684
>>So he's in an asylum?
>>Can I visit him?


Looks like we need to improve out ID ASAP

>>1356684
>So he's in an asylum?
>Can I visit him?

>>1356687
>>1356692
>>1356707
>>1356768
"So he's in an asylum? Can I visit him?"

"Yes, conditionally. And the term is 'psychiatric care center'. Safe Harbor prides itself on being far more advanced than the horror shows of yesteryear."

"So, can I see-"

"Unfortunately not right now. I've been informed that his state is delicate at the moment, and that any visitors risk triggering another delusional episode. Now-" the lawyer snaps open his briefcase and removes several sheets of paper- "here is the official surrender of custody, the filing for involuntary committal (you will need to fill that out within a week to have his treatment finalized), a number of forms you will need to fill out and submit to the firm of Jones, Jones, and Morley by the 15th, and a letter that Micheal left instructions to be given to you in private trust. Now, I am legally obligated to give it to you, but I would advise against reading it: it is likely he was not sound of mind when he wrote it. Good day, Mr. Derwaldt, Mr. Freedman."

The lawyer turns around sharply and walks out.


>Read the surrender of custody

>Read the commitment papers

>Read the assorted legal forms

>Read the sealed letter

>Fill everything out

>Write-In

>>1356793
>Read the sealed letter
If we gotta break his ass out or something, might as well not bother filling out the forms

>>1356793
>>Read the sealed letter

>>1356793
>Read the sealed letter

>>1356793
>>Read the sealed letter
the other stuff later, if necessary

>>1356793
We should eead everything

It looks like someone is traying to screw him over while he is down

>>1356793
>Read the sealed letter

When a crazy person writes you a personal letter to be delivered in private by a mysterious lawyer, you read it because if my chineese cartoons are right, it will send you on quest of discovery and magic.

>>1356793
>Read the sealed letter

>>1356857
>>1356849
>>1356833
>>1356802
>>1356857
>>1356949

"Jerry-

I am very sorry to impose on you like this, but I'm afraid I have no choice. I have discovered a conspiracy of great import that endangers the entire Portland underground, and have reason to believe that this conspiracy intends to silence me. I have made you my legal guardian to ensure your aid. Should you release me from my confinement, or, if I am dead, help uncover my murderers, I shall be forever in your debt. I intend that literally: I shall swear an oath of lifelong loyalty to you if I am alive, and name you sole inheritor of all my assets, no strings attached, if I am dead.
Of course, you will be working under a time limit: should the initial probing into your background raise any irregularities (as I suspect it might), you will likely face charges of fraud and identity theft. So, please, act swiftly.

-Kindest regards, Micheal"


"So what was that all about?"

>I'm going to need your car, Terry. It's time to break into an asylum

>(Subterfuge) Nothing, nothing.

>Terry, you need to get me to Oswald's clinic

>Write-In

>>1356978
>>I'm going to need your car, Terry. It's time to break into an asylum

>>1356978
>Terry, you need to get me to Oswald's clinic

>>1356978
Tell Terry the news first. After that I'm torn whether to run to the asylum (we might not be let inside) or get Oswald (who as a psychiatrist might be let inside).

>>1356978
>Terry, you need to get me to Oswald's clinic

I'll catch you up on the ride over.

(Side note, I forget the context but did we ever catch Terry up on our adventures, I remember promising him we would)

>>1356978
>I'm going to need your car, Terry. It's time to break into an asylum

>>1356996
"Micheal's been committed against his will. He says he's being targeted by a conspiracy that endangers the entire Occult Underground."

"Shit. Why's stuff like this always happen on my days off? So, what's the plan?"

>I'm going to need your car, Terry. It's time to break into an asylum

>Terry, you need to get me to Oswald's clinic

>Write-In

>>1357059
>>Terry, you need to get me to Oswald's clinic

>>1357059
>Terry, you need to get me to Oswald's clinic

>>1357059
>>Terry, you need to get me to Oswald's clinic

>>1357063
>>1357065
>>1357107
"Terry, we need to go to Oswald's clinic."

"Sure, just a sec."

Terry walks over to the kitchen table and writes something down.

"Alrigh- oh, SHIT!"

"What?"

"I need a minute!"

Terry rushes over to the kitchen and starts tearing through a cabinet, eventually emerging with a couple of jars and some bread. "Guess this'll have to do." He pulls a couple of slices out, smears peanut butter and grape jelly on them, and smashes them together.

"Okay, she ain't gonna starve. That's good. Now, let's get on."

LaChaise Psychological Services, 309 SW 3rd Ave, Portland. 11:00 AM.

"Yes, yes. So, have you been taking your medication like you're supposed to, Jerry?"

Oswald walks you into his office and closes the door.
"Alright, make it quick. I have a patient arriving in the next 15 minutes."

>(Explain the whole situation to him)

>I need a friend of mine discharged from Safe Harbor. He's not insane.

>I need to get into Safe Harbor Mental Hospital, as a guest.

>I need you to get me committed at Safe Harbor Mental Hospital.

>Write-In

>>1357207
>>(Explain the whole situation to him)
then depending on his reaction perhaps
>guest

>>1357207
>(Explain the whole situation to him)

I really hope this guy isn't in on it now that I think about it

>>1357207
>(Explain the whole situation to him)

>>1357226
>>1357238
>>1357326
"You see, I have this 'friend'..."
You give him a rundown on what's happened to Micheal.

"Hmmm... that's troubling. Normally, I'd say that your friend simply tried violating the code of silence and was dealt with, but given certain events... I'm worried this has very, very dangerous implications."
Oswald gets up. "Give me a few minutes to clear my schedule. Ms. Green can get her counseling at my new location. I'll try and arrange an asylum tour for you and your friend for tomorrow. I'll be there, of course, and another guest of mine, if he's interested."

>Can we do something today? This is REALLY important to me.

>Implications like what?

>Who's this 'friend'?

>Can you tell me a bit about Safe Harbor?

>Thanks, Oswald.

>Write-In

>>1357352
>Who's this 'friend'?

>>1357352
>Who's this friend?
>Can we do something today? This is REALLY important to me.

We should tell him that we seriously believe his life to be in danger and that a background check on us could fuck up a lot of things.

>>1357376
This

>>1357391
>>1357376

"Who's this 'friend'?"

"Niko. I believe the two of you are acquainted?"

You remember Niko. The man(nequin) who recruited you into the Autumn Court. You haven't seen much of him since then.

"Okay. Listen, I'm worried. I think his life is in danger- he certainly thought so in the letter- and if I end up failing a background check, things will go bad."

"Hmmm... well, I suppose there is one option." Oswald chuckles slightly.

"I don't like the sound of that."

"I couldn't get you in as a visitor on such short notice, but as a patient..."

>No way in hell. I'm not going on record as a nut.

>Fine. What do I have to lose?

>Write-In

>>1357419
>Write-In
>Are there any additional implications to being on record as a patient?
Aren't we known as the magical hobo who got his act together from PTSD from the war? I don't think it'd be a particular change of our history.

>>1357419
Guys! this is a trap,or at least a very bad move.

If we go in, either as a patient or as a guest, as Mr. Derwaldt and Michael brakes free, they won't take 2 minutes to figure out that his legal guardian was at the facility by the time he escaped.

We could try to go in saying that we are just a random war vet and have no ID, but that would jeopardize Oswald since he brought in a maniac that escaped and took one of the patients with him.

my idea is:

Break in tonight while security is lighter, A place like this probably doesn't even have a cctv system, and if they have it's one of those shitty tape one's since this is the 70s. so to prepare for this we have to:

1- Ask Oswald everything he knows about the facility, where Michael could be, where the security staff hangs around and if he knows about any back doors, aslo, if he could visit a patient or bring a new one to create a distraction, that would be nice.

2- We have to go to conrad's (he will know it's us when he hears the door, if someone knocks at night bringing trouble it's always us) We calm the neurotic lost down and explain to him that we only need gear and not his direct involvement, we are searching for something to help us with the break in, a multi-key or a shadow cape or something. We pay him with a favor (he knows we get shit done) or we just borrow it for a price we can pay

and finally, we Metal Gear solid our way to free Michael

I know, I know, It's a terrible fucking plan, but the last one worked UAHuHAu

but seriously, we should leave as little evidence that Derwaldt was there as possible

>>1357598

Or
Terrible plan option 2, we ask conrad for a really quick id that's not done with a permanent marker and try to go in with it, but that would still put oswald on a position of having to explain everything after we are done

>>1357598
>No way in hell. I'm not going on record as a nut.
That is the last thing we need. C'mon, between Oswald and Niko, they have to have some connections. We leave Micheal in there he's vulnerable, and someone could come for him.

>>1357532
"What would that mean for me?"

"Well, I was thinking of getting you checked in for a 72-hour holding period: I'll claim your condition had a sudden relapse into acute delusions. That'd give you time to talk to Micheal and help him out a bit. If you vanished during that period, it would be bad, but if you can convince the doctors that he's sane, or blackmail/bribe them into letting him out, then you could stride out 3 days later with a clean bill of health."

>No way in hell. I'm not going on record as a nut.

>Fine. What do I have to lose?

>Write-In

>>1358115
>Fine. What do I have to lose?

We're not on record as being the Guardian of Mary so there's no risk there. Our cover already has PTSD listed on it so a break wouldn't be so harmful. I think we should go with the plan, seems straightforward and effective

>>1358115
>Fine. What do I have to lose?

>>1358115

>Fine. What do I have to lose?

also

>Write-In
"can ou make it a little bit shorter? I don't know if my ID will last 3 days with MIchael's trust lawyers digging around"

>>1358115
>Fine. What do I have to lose?
>>1358179
This anon makes a good point, we have very little to lose.

>>1358179
>>1358200
>>1358204
>>1358349
"Can you make it a little bit shorter? I don't know if my ID will last 3 days with a trust probe going on."

"I'll try and get you put on hold for 48 hours, then. Now..."

Oswald digs around in his desk and produces a syringe. "Okay. Do you know if you're allergic to morphine? If we want this to look authentic, I'm going to have to drug you."

>-On second thought, let's just wait for tomorrow

>Nope!

>Can't we do this another way?

>Write-In

>>1358424
>>Can't we do this another way?

>>1358424
>Nope!
>Wouldn't it just be easier for me to pretend im drugged?

>>1358424
>Can't we do this another way?

>>1358424
>Can't we do this another way?
I'd rather we not end up trapped in an insane asylum. We've had enough unwilling confinement for a lifetime, I think.

>>1358424
>Nope!

At least I shouldn't be

>>1358594

But this is willing and is the fastest way in so that we can make contact with Michael

>>1358475
>>1358588
>>1358594
"Can't we do this another way?"

"Hey, you want to get in there, right? Unless you're really, REALLY good at pretending to be doped, they're going to get suspicious, and that's going to blow back on me. Now look, it's three minutes until my next appointment. I can still put it off, but you're going to have to make up your mind: are you going in today as a patient, or tomorrow as a visitor?"

>Patient

>Visitor

>I'll find my own way

>>1358826
>Patient

Visitor doesn't work because it wouldn't be for a specific appointment with Michael, it would be a tour of the facility and would be suspicious if we pealed off and interrogated one of their patients in the middle of it all

>>1358826
>Patient
something tells me that if we put this off Micheal dies

>>1358826
>Patient

>>1358887
>>1358893
>>1359073
"Patient, definitely."

"Alright, then hold still. Don't want to lance an artery..."

>>1359299
"...erwadlt... Mr. Derwaldt, can you hear me?"

You sit yourself up, head throbbing and groggy. A kindly-looking young woman with flyaway hair and glasses is seated in a chair by your bedside.

"Ah, good! You're awake. Do you know where you are, Mr. Derwaldt?"

"...I think so... Safe Harbor, right?"

She smiles at you. "Well, I can check 'aware of location', at least. Now, do you know your name, what day it is, and why you're here?"

"My name is Je- Gerald Derwaldt, it's June 30th, 1977, and..."-you put on your most pitiable old-man face- "I had another bad episode, didn't I?"

The doctor (Doctor Jean, judging by her name tag) takes down a note on her clipboard. "I'm afraid you did, Mr Derwaldt. Now, you're going to be under observation for the next 48 hours here, at the Low Security building. Now, it doesn't look like... ah, that jerk Os- I mean, Dr Duskmont, didn't list your condition. Do you happen to remember?"

>They used to call it Combat Fatigue, I dunno what you call it now. Pappy had it, called it 'Shell Shock' back then.

>I gots that Manic-Depressive thing.

>Schizosomething.

>Write-In

>>1359353
>They used to call it Combat Fatigue, I dunno what you call it now. Pappy had it, called it 'Shell Shock' back then.

>>1359353
>>They used to call it Combat Fatigue, I dunno what you call it now. Pappy had it, called it 'Shell Shock' back then.

>>1359353
>They used to call it Combat Fatigue, I dunno what you call it now. Pappy had it, called it 'Shell Shock' back then.

>>1359353
>They used to call it Combat Fatigue, I dunno what you call it now. Pappy had it, called it 'Shell Shock' back then.

>>1359353
>They used to call it Combat Fatigue, I dunno what you call it now. Pappy had it, called it 'Shell Shock' back then.

>>1359363
>>1359379
>>1359403
>>1359433
>>1359744

"They called it Shell Shock when my pappy had it, and Combat Fatigue when the army doctors took a look at me. Dunno what it's called now."

"I'll put that down as 'Post-Traumatic Stress', then. Well, you'll be glad to hear we're working on a new treatment here, in cooperation with the government! If you have another bad patch, we could enter you into it, if you want!"

"I'll think about it, su-" you catch yourself, remembering that you look like an 60-year old to everyone else "-dear."

"Well, you just get plenty of rest for now."

Doctor Jean gets up and leaves you alone in your room, with its greenish walls and spartan bed.

You sit around for a second, then get up and saunter out the door. The hallway is narrow and lit by high-set and barred windows. Still, the hallway is lined in carpet and the wall lamps have little shades. It's more like a fortified rest home than an asylum. Maybe it isn't so bad here, after all.

A map on the wall lists some nearby locations. You're currently in the Hatteras Building: Low-Security Cases.

>Search the Low-Security Wing for Micheal

>Go to the Cafeteria

>Go to the Recreational Room

>Go to the Gymnasium

>Go to the Walled Garden

>Head to the White Shoal Building: Administration.

>Head to the Bell Rock Building: High-Security Cases and Long-Term Care.

>Head to the Pharos Building (Strangely, the exact purpose of this building doesn't seem to be listed on the map)

>Write-In

>>1359750
>Head to the Bell Rock Building: High-Security Cases and Long-Term Care.

>>1359750
>Head to the Bell Rock Building: High-Security Cases and Long-Term Care.
I discovered this quest and I like it. Keep up the good work QM !

>>1359750
>Head to the Bell Rock Building: High-Security Cases and Long-Term Care.
>>1359831
ONE OF US. ONE OF US.

>>1359750
>Head to the Bell Rock Building: High-Security Cases and Long-Term Care.

>>1359750
>Search the Low-Security Wing for Micheal

>>1359767
>>1359831
>>1359844
>>1359883
You head along the passage that leads towards the Bell Rock building.

The Bell Rock building's immense facade towers above you as you walk along the roofed breezeway that connects the two buildings. It looks like how an asylum is expected to: imposing, threatening, with a very clear boundary between OUT and IN. The door ahead is deadlocked: looks like it's electronically controlled: damn newfangled tech. There are two guards on the door, their schoolboy haircuts doing little to distract from their musclebound frames and truncheons. One of them spots you coming up, nudges his buddy, and walks toward you, one hand raised up.

"Woah there, grandpa! Where do you think you're going? You don't want to go in here, I promise you that. The boys in here'll tear you up and eat you for lunch!"

>(Subterfuge): (Pretend to be senile and in Long-Term Care.)

>(Socialize): Ooh, I'll trust you on that, sonny. Who's all in there, anyways?

>(Persuasion): I know, I know, only- there's a friend of mine- well, his son, really- he made me promise to give something to his son. It's taken me a long time to track him down, and I think he's in there. Name's Micheal Wyndham. Couldn't you just do an old man a favor and let me give it to him?

>(Intimidate): (Act like a violent patient).

>(Drop your Mask): Out of the way, mortals.

>Write-In

>>1359927
>(Persuasion): I know, I know, only- there's a friend of mine- well, his son, really- he made me promise to give something to his son. It's taken me a long time to track him down, and I think he's in there. Name's Micheal Wyndham. Couldn't you just do an old man a favor and let me give it to him?

>>1359927
>Just walk away from him while Glancing around and muttering about the "Charlies" hiding in the trees, We were with eddie for awhile so we should be able to fake having an episode.

Guys we should have searched the low security wing first.

>>1359927
>>(Persuasion): I know, I know, only- there's a friend of mine- well, his son, really- he made me promise to give something to his son. It's taken me a long time to track him down, and I think he's in there. Name's Micheal Wyndham. Couldn't you just do an old man a favor and let me give it to him?

why do I have a feeling we will have to break in there anyway? but now we will have to first break out of our wing and then break in the other one

>>1360023
>>1360015

Do you two not see that this will probably get us caught? seeing as it will reveal that we pretty well lied to get in here in the first place? if we back out now we can just sneak in later you know with all our stealth buffs?

>>1360186
that was my initial intent, to not even get in here and just break in, I voted for this because I though you guys had some other plan on what to do inside, I'll change to socialize to not seem very crazy, seeing that we are just having an episode and will be discharged in 48 hours

>(Socialize): Ooh, I'll trust you on that, sonny. Who's all in there, anyways?

>>1359927
>(Socialize): Ooh, I'll trust you on that, sonny. Who's all in there, anyways?

>>1359927
>Socialize

>>1359927
>>(Subterfuge): (Pretend to be senile and in Long-Term Care.)

Rolled 10, 3 = 13 (2d10)

>>1360206
>>1360225
>>1360230
Roll Manipulation + Socialize (4 dice). May spend Willpower to improve to 7. Must beat above roll.

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>1360361
Exploding.

Rolled 9, 9, 2, 7 = 27 (4d10)

>>1360361
>>1360368
Oh jeez

>>1360368
And again. These guards aren't as bored as they first appeared, I guess.

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>1360371
FUG.

Rolled 7, 2, 1, 2 = 12 (4d10)

>>1360361

Rolled 10, 4, 10, 8 = 32 (4d10)

>>1360361

Still kinda bored though

Rolled 7, 4 = 11 (2d10)

>>1360382

Boom

>>1360382
"Ooh, I'll trust you on that, sonny. Who's all in there, anyways?"

"This is where we keep the REAL crazy ones, who we think might hurt themselves, or someone else."

"And the incurables."

"Yeah, and the ones who don't respond to treatment. Trust me, you don't want anything to do with the people in here."

"Alright, alright."

The guards resume their wide-legged stances at either side of the locked door.

(Perception: you spot the badge on the uniforms of the guards: a stylized lighthouse. It seems familiar...)

You're in the Hatteras-Bell Rock Breezeway.

>Return to the Low-Security Wing and search it for Micheal

>Go to the Cafeteria

>Go to the Recreational Room

>Go to the Gymnasium

>Go to the Walled Garden

>Head to the White Shoal Building: Administration.

>(Stealth) Look for another way into Bell Rock.

>Head to the Pharos Building (Strangely, the exact purpose of this building doesn't seem to be listed on the map)

>Write-In

>>1360403
>Return to the Low-Security Wing and search it for Micheal

>>1360403
>Return to the Low-Security Wing and search it for Micheal
I assume Micheal is one of these incurables, if we find him in low sec ill be surprised

>>1360403
>Return to the Low-Security Wing and search it for Micheal

>>1360403
Pharos means lighthouse in Greek. I guess those guys are the evil society.

>>1360403
>Return to the Low-Security Wing and search it for Micheal

>>1360403
>>Head to the White Shoal Building: Administration.

>>1360406
>>1360458
>>1360478
>>1360511
Roll Wits + Investigation (3 dice). May add Willpower to increase to 6. How much you find is based on successes.

Rolled 4, 7, 9 = 20 (3d10)

>>1360593

Rolled 1, 2, 2 = 5 (3d10)

>>1360593
>3d10

Rolled 6, 5, 1 = 12 (3d10)

>>1360593

Rolled 4, 5, 2 = 11 (3d10)

>>1360593

>>1360622
You check every single room, both by looking at the signs next to the door and by peeking into the rooms themselves. No sign of Micheal anywhere. It looks like most of the people checked in this section are here voluntarily for stress-related disorders, judging by the sheets pinned under their names.

>Go to the Cafeteria

>Go to the Recreational Room

>Go to the Gymnasium

>Go to the Walled Garden

>Head to the White Shoal Building: Administration.

>(Stealth) Look for another way into Bell Rock.

>Head to the Pharos Building (Strangely, the exact purpose of this building doesn't seem to be listed on the map)

>Write-In

>>1360684
>>Go to the Recreational Room

>>1360684
>Go to the Recreational Room

Let's see who all is around anyways, might get lucky and get word about him

>>1360684
>Go to the Recreational Room

>>1360684
>Go to the Recreational Room
We should definitely find out if Micheal is in the high sec building before we do something to get us thrown in there

>>1360695
>>1360709
>>1360711
>>1360739
The recreational room is a large, open hall with armchairs and natural light filtering in from the glass ceiling. People seem to be sitting around, reading, watching a television, playing board games, or simply sunning themselves.


>There's a nurse on duty behind a glass window: maybe she can help you find Micheal.

>(Socialize): There's a lot of patients out here: maybe one of them saw someone matching Micheal's description.

>(Sloth): The area looks relaxing. Maybe you can just take a break for a couple of hours...

>Write-In

>>1360826
>There's a nurse on duty behind a glass window: maybe she can help you find Micheal.
I feel like trusting the testimony of the inmates is probably not a good idea.

>>1360826
>>(Socialize): There's a lot of patients out here: maybe one of them saw someone matching Micheal's description.


Let's not mention michaels name to anyone that can remember us asking around if he happens to break free or vanish

>>1360826
>(Sloth): The area looks relaxing. Maybe you can just take a break for a couple of hours...

>>1360826
>(Socialize): There's a lot of patients out here: maybe one of them saw someone matching Micheal's description.

>>1360826
>(Socialize): There's a lot of patients out here: maybe one of them saw someone matching Micheal's description.

Rolled 1, 4, 7 = 12 (3d10)

>>1360870
>>1360885
>>1360899
Roll Presence + Socialize (3 dice). May spend Will to increase to 6.
YOU ARE TWISTED BY SPITE: 10's don't explode on Presence checks!

Must beat above roll.

Rolled 9, 1, 6 = 16 (3d10)

>>1360944

>>1360944
>>1360954
Done.

Rolled 3, 4, 1 = 8 (3d10)

>>1360944
>>1360957
Let's see if we can do better, really wow them with our... um... old man charms.

Rolled 3, 1, 3 = 7 (3d10)

>>1360944
>3d10

Rolled 2, 2, 10 = 14 (3d10)

>>1360944

>>1360954
"Fruity-lookin' guy with black hair? Yeah, I think I know who you're talking about! Got brought in and put with us because his daddy pulled some strings: that didn't last for long, though. Bastard stabbed a cafeteria worker in the face at lunch while laughing like a drunk: they put him in Bell Rock after that. Now shoo! They're re-running Letterman!"

>Talk to the on-duty Nurse

>Go to the Cafeteria

>Go to the Recreational Room

>Go to the Gymnasium

>Go to the Walled Garden

>(Sloth): Rest in your room for a bit

>Head to the White Shoal Building: Administration.

>(Stealth) Look for another way into Bell Rock.

>Head to the Pharos Building (Strangely, the exact purpose of this building doesn't seem to be listed on the map)

>Write-In

>>1361004
>>(Stealth) Look for another way into Bell Rock.

>>1361004
>(Stealth) Look for another way into Bell Rock.

>>1361004
>(Stealth) Look for another way into Bell Rock.

>>1361004
>(Stealth) Look for another way into Bell Rock.

>>1361057
>>1361079
>>1361098
>>1361100
Roll Resolve + Stealth -3 (2 dice). May spend a point of Willpower to increase to 5 dice.

Rolled 3, 1, 3, 8, 9 = 24 (5d10)

>>1361157
Spending

Rolled 2, 4, 8, 5, 5 = 24 (5d10)

>>1361157

Spending for it

Rolled 2, 6, 1, 1, 2 = 12 (5d10)

>>1361157
Spend it

Rolled 4, 8, 8, 1, 4 = 25 (5d10)

>>1361157
lets spend

>>1361175
You prowl around Bell Rock for what seems like forever, looking for another way in. Sadly, the building seems to lack easily-reachable windows, convenient sewer access pipes, or side doors propped open by guards on their smoke break. You MIGHT be able to get into the sewer network... if you vaulted the wrought-iron fence that encloses the three buildings of Safe Harbor and run off the cliff face to the West.

Just as you're about to give up, you see the locks on the front door of Bell Rock disengage and a bleary-eyed janitor wheel a laundry hamper out towards White Shoal. Must be laundry day. You carefully follow him down into the laundry room undetected:

(Brawl: Knock him out and take his clothes)

(Stealth: Hide in the basket)

>Write-In

>>1361258
>(Stealth: Hide in the basket)

Still a recoverable position should we get caught, just gotta be muttering about Charlies

>>1361258
Stealth

>>1361258
(Brawl: Knock him out and take his clothes)
Just give him a little love tap

>>1361258
>>1361269
>>(Stealth: Hide in the basket)

>Still a recoverable position should we get caught, just gotta be muttering about Charlies
seconding
(attacking somebody at a mental health hospital extends your stay until they're sure it won't happen again)

Rolled 10, 3, 2, 9, 1 = 25 (5d10)

>>1361269
>>1361336
Roll Dexterity + Stealth -2 (3 dice). May spend Willpower to roll 6 instead (4 points left). May spend 1 glamour to gain 9-again, thanks to Preternatural Spryness. Must beat above roll.

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>1361364
Exploding.

Rolled 9, 7, 9, 4, 3, 7 = 39 (6d10)

>>1361364
Spend it all boys.

Rolled 5, 9, 2 = 16 (3d10)

>>1361364
Spending

Rolled 9, 2 = 11 (2d10)

>>1361397
And since we have 9-again

Rolled 3, 4, 7, 8, 4, 4 = 30 (6d10)

>>1361364

Spend! Spend! Spend!

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>1361407
Oh shit, 9 again.

>>1361397
>>1361407
As soon as the first load of cleans come out and the janitor's back is turned, you dive into the hamper and curl yourself up at the bottom. After a few minutes, you hear the cart push off and start rolling again. After a few bumpy minutes, you hear an electronic lock buzz open. You're in.

You wheel along for a bit longer into a space with cool, damp air, the only sound being the soft roll of the wheels and the occasional moan, susurration, or scream echoing off the walls. The wheels stop and you hear a fist knocking on a door.

"Hey, George! Got that clean bedding for the lifers, gonna need some safety."

"I thought their bedding got changed this week."

"Yeah, but Walter got loose last night and, well..."

"Smeared his shit over everything again?"

"Yeah. Half of me wanted to just leave it to next week, but that'd just REEK at that point, and I won't have the stomach by then."

"Yeah, yeah, got you."

Sounds like the janitor's going to have a security detail on him. While he's getting stuff out of the hamper you're currently in.

>(Athletics) Make a break for it, now!

>(Stealth) Lay low for now.

>Write-In

Reminder: you have two Contracts that can cover your tracks: Nevertread negates conventional signs of your passage (like finger-and-footprints) and activates on a pool of 4 dice for you (you fulfill the catch currently, so no glamour cost). The Wrong Foot causes you to leave a DIFFERENT, inhuman sign of your passage instead of the normal ones (such as leaving animal footprints, patches of frost, or a trail of leaves). You can activate it for 1 glamour and no roll.

>>1361645
>(Stealth) Lay low for now.

>>1361645
>(Stealth) Lay low for now.

>>1361801
>>1362051
You don't have a choice. You're just going to have to hold on and wait for a chance to make a break for it. You hear boots tramping outside, and then the cart starts to wheel forward again...

Roll Composure + Stealth -3 (2 dice). May spend a point of Willpower to upgrade to 5 dice (3 points left).

Rolled 5, 4 = 9 (2d10)

>>1362148
>2 dice

Rolled 8, 10 = 18 (2d10)

>>1362148

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>1362165

>>1362165
>>1362171
Your hamper is rolled down a hall and stops with a sudden thud. You hear the jingling of keys.

"Alright, Ronnie boy, step back. I'm here to give you your sheets back."

You hear a noise like growling from within. It sounds too deep and bassy to be fully human.

"Ronnie?... Ron-"

The patter of feet across concrete, and the sick THUD of something hitting metal full-force.

"HATE YOU! FUCK YOU! KILL YOU! STINK-FLESH SHIT-EATER! KILL!!!!-[/red] Oh, JESUS, make it stop! FUCK YOU MAN-PIG! WEAK! WEAK!!!!!"

"Jesus, why's he doi- George!"

The scratching of a key slammed into a lock and hastily turned. Hasty footsteps into the cell. They won't spot you now if you run.

>Get out of here.

>Sneak a look into the cell.

>Stay still. Stay silent.

>Write-In

>>1362358
Whoops. To clarify: the screaming voice is in blue. This means something.

>>1362358
>>Get out of here.

leave rat prints if we make any noise

>>1362358
>>1362547
2nd, this is a pretty good way to throw them off our trail.

>>1362358
>Get out of here.

>>1362358
>>Sneak a look into the cell.

>>1362358
>Sneak a look into the cell

>>1362358
>>Sneak a look into the cell.
Be ready to run, but take a look first. It's probably a Hob or other non-human.

>>1362793
>>1362946
>>1362990
You cautiously lift yourself out of the hamper and press yourself against the cold stone wall next to the open door. Then, you lean around the corner and take a look inside the room.

A well-formed guard is busy putting a wild-eyed and ill-kept patient in an armbar while the janitor desperately fumbles with a syringe. You can see into the eyes of the patient, and something alien stares back at you, unseeing and untamed.

"I'LL SWALLOW YOUR SOULS, PUTRID SHIT-FILTH MAGGOT!" -suddenly, the thing is gone, and there's a desperate man in the grip: "Oh, JESUS, what did you people do to me! I can feel it moving around inside me! Get it out! GET IT OUT!" The eyes go strange again. "Stop whining, runt, or I'll beat it out of you!" The patient redoubles his efforts to break free.

The guard has big beads of sweat on his forehead, despite the cold air. "JESUS, man, hurry up with that tranq! What are they FEEDING these freaks in ET?"

You pull back, round the corner away from the scene, and look around. You appear to be in the Incurables ward. There's an emergency map mounted by a stairwell.
There are cameras mounted up everywhere: between them and the more excitable inmates, getting around undetected won't be easy.

>Go back to "Ronnie"'s cell

>Search the Incurables ward for Micheal

>Head to the Isolation/Max-Risk ward

>Head to the High-Risk ward

>Head to the Security Office

>Head to the Staff Clinic

>Head to Treatment

>Head to Surgery

>Write-In

>>1363048
>>Head to the High-Risk ward

>>1363048
>Head to the Staff Clinic

Just searching without information will take too long and give too many chances to get caught. We should look for some records or logs of patients. Don't want to risk the Security Office so Staff Clinic it is

Also what the fuck is wrong with Ronnie

>>1363048
>>Head to the Staff Clinic
this guy >>1363076
knows whats up. maybe we could steal a uniform there too

>>1363048
>Head to the Staff Clinic

>>1363048
>Head to Security Office

Lets see if we can turn off the cameras or mess with them, destroy their recording tapes or something so that they cant look back at them and find us.

I dont know if the Mask still holds up under video camera, but I assume it does, still wouldn't do well for us to be caught on tape committing a felony.

>>1363076
>>1363092
>>1363095
You start weaving your way to the head office, avoiding security cameras and trying to be quiet.

Roll Wits + Stealth -2 (3 dice). May spend Willpower to increase to 6.

>>1363160
Can we activate our contract?

Rolled 3, 5, 7 = 15 (3d10)

>>1363160

>>1363173
Yes, but it doesn't prevent you from being recorded.

Also, if you're using The Wrong Foot, be warned: whatever you choose your alternate sign of passage to be, IT WILL BE THAT FOREVER.

Rolled 3, 10, 3 = 16 (3d10)

>>1363160

Rolled 10, 10, 5 = 25 (3d10)

>>1363187

Rolled 10, 4 = 14 (2d10)

>>1363210

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>1363212

>>1363210
>>1363212
>>1363219
The staff clinic's door is heavy and metallic. You try it: it's locked. Damn it.

>(Larceny): Try and improvise a lockpick (chance dice (roll 1d10: 10 succeeds. 1 means something BAD happens)).

>(Brawl): JUST KICK IT DOWN (Roll Strength + Brawl -5 (2 dice). May spend Willpower to make it 5 dice)

>(Subterfuge): Knock on the door and impersonate staff (Presence + Subterfuge (3 dice, no explosions) vs. enemy's Wits + Empathy.)

>Write-In

>>1363234
Plus, of course:

>Head back to the Incurables ward

>Head to the Isolation/Max-Risk ward

>Head to the High-Risk ward

>Head to the Security Office

>Head to Treatment

>Head to Surgery

>Write-In

>>1363234
>(Subterfuge): Knock on the door and impersonate staff (Presence + Subterfuge (3 dice, no explosions) vs. enemy's Wits + Empathy.)
if we get caught we can always pretend we were having flashbacks

>>1363234
>Head to the High-Risk ward

Shit, should have figured, well given the factors that went into him being put in this building I am guessing they would elevate him to the High-Risk but not further

>>1363236
>Head to the high-risk ward

Probably able to deal better there, I doubt we will do well with a 3 dice no explosion roll vs someones wits+empathy roll

Also a 2 dice roll for Brawl? Damn

>>1363264
>>1363251
You start for the High-Risk ward, still avoiding the cameras.

Roll Wits + Stealth -2 (3 dice). May spend Willpower to increase to 6.

Rolled 7, 7, 2 = 16 (3d10)

>>1363313

>>1363264
Metal doors are a bitch

Rolled 4, 10, 2 = 16 (3d10)

>>1363323
Adding another roll to move things along.

>>1363366
The High-Risk ward is an austere place illuminated by florescent lights, with stark metal doors lining each hall. The rooms aren't labeled with names, here: it looks like you'll have to slide open the little slots in the windows to take a look inside, one at a time, until you find him.

Roll Resolve + Investigation (3 dice). May spend a point of Willpower to increase to 6.

Rolled 3, 2, 8 = 13 (3d10)

>>1363375

>>1363385
On what feels like the millionth door you try, you see Micheal's thin profile languishing on his mattress.
"Micheal!"

He jerks up and looks toward the door.

"Jerry? Is that you?"

"No, it's Ozzy Osborne. I was flying back from my recording session in Tokyo and decided to drop in on an insane asylum. Do you want out or not?"

"Well, obviously, I do. Do you have the key?"

>No. Stand back.

>I'll improvise.

>Don't you know how to pick locks or something?

>I heard you stabbed a nurse in the face. That true?

>Write-In

>>1363452

>Write-In

I don't think this would be the best time to fly the nest but know that I am not going to just leave you in here. I need more information though, more than what what is the letter. What's going on?

>>1363452
>No. Stand back.
remember that Micheal said that it was likely he was going to die soon, the faster we get him out the better

>>1363452
>>1363467
>>1363513
2nd, gather more intel about our situation and try breaking him out ASAP.

>>1363452
>>1363452
>>1363467
>>I heard you stabbed a nurse in the face. That true?
>I don't think this would be the best time to fly the nest but know that I am not going to just leave you in here. I need more information though, more than what what is the letter. What's going on?

>>1363452
What the hell did you do?

>>1363452
>>1363566
This

>>1363467
>>1363513
>>1363526
>>1363566
>>1363601
>>1363691
"What did you DO, Micheal? I heard you stabbed a nurse in the face!"

"That's blatantly untrue. I got too close here, I think. Listen, there's something weird going on here. There's something going on with their 'experimental treatment program'. I looked up their financial records, with a couple favors- they've got money flowing in from somewhere, but it's not the government like they say. They're experimenting on people, doing something to them: patients are vanishing from the official records. I had myself thrown in here to investigate, and I found some things. Let me out and I'll be able to show you them."

>I don't think I should let you out right now.

>Okay. Stand back.

>Tell me now, I'll check it out on my own and come back for you.

>Write-In

>>1363726
>"No offense Michael, but you're not nearly as stealthy as you'd have to be to make it through their security. Tell me where they are, I'll investigate and get back to you."

>>1363726
>Tell me now, I'll check it out on my own and come back for you.

If they found that you've busted out that they'll put this whole place on lock down, they're not planning on moving you or performing any "treatments" are they?

>>1363747
>>1363756
"Security's pretty tight. Just tell me what you know."

"I managed to find files at White Shoal- patient records, expenditures, everything. There's a paper trail from here to Massachusetts for equipment and staff, but no particulars, and parts of it are written in... some kind of code.
It all leads back to the Pharos Building."

"Yeah, it didn't say what they did there on the map."

"That's because it isn't on the map. I checked. Three buildings in the compound: White Shoal, Bell Rock, Hatteras. No Pharos in the official plans, but there was an old asylum built near here-"

You hear the sound of hurried footsteps in the distance. Micheal's eyes swivel. "Shit, they're coming for me. They must plan to shut me up for good. Get me out of here!"

>(Stealth): Wait for my signal. You'll know when.

>(Brawl): Stand back.

>(Athletics): I'm sorry, Micheal. I swear I'll come back for you.

>Write-In

>>1363850
>>(Stealth): Wait for my signal. You'll know when.

>>1363850
>(Stealth): Wait for my signal. You'll know when.

>>1363850
>(Stealth): Wait for my signal. You'll know when.

Rolled 2, 2, 7, 9, 4, 3 = 27 (6d10)

>>1363873
>>1363909
>>1363935
"Wait for my signal. You'll know when."
You walk back and look for a place to hide...

Roll Wits + Stealth -3 (2 dice). May spend a point of Willpower to increase to 5 (3 points left). Must beat above roll.

Rolled 3, 10, 4, 8, 6 = 31 (5d10)

>>1363952
spending

Rolled 7, 6, 2, 10, 2 = 27 (5d10)

>>1363952

Spending

>>1363976

Dont forget to explode

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>1363976
pop

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>1363995

Boom

Rolled 7, 10, 8, 3, 10 = 38 (5d10)

>>1363952
>5d10
Spending.

Rolled 4, 3 = 7 (2d10)

>>1364052
>2
Pop

>>1364052
You find a shadowy corner with no cameras facing it and settle into it. A pair of guards rush by Micheal's door -and yourself- without so much as a second glance. One of them's talking into a radio reciever:

"-it, how'd he get out? You dosed him?"

"Yeah, it didn't do shit! He kicked me real hard, and when I got back up, George looked like he'd taken a rake to the face!"

The guards finish passing.

>Follow them

>Go back to Micheal

>Head to the Incurables ward

>Head to the Isolation/Max-Risk ward

>Head to the Security Office

>Head to the Staff Clinic

>Head to Treatment

>Head to Surgery

>Write-In

>>1364232
>Go back to Micheal
Sounds like shits popping off, lets get him out in the distraction

>>1364343
You head back to Micheal. "Listen, we've got a maniac on the loose. We need to get out of here."

"Oh, good!" Micheal's face breaks out in an expression of relief. He coughs slightly. "That there's a distraction, I mean. Listen, we can't get out of here yet. I- we both need to know what's going on in the Pharos Building. Once we get out of this hole, I can get us there, easy. I've studied maps of the area."

>Good. You'll lead the way once we're clear of the compound.

>I'm going there alone. You get back to Portland, start pulling strings to cover all this up. Talk to a guy named Oswald Duskmont if you need help.

>No way. We're going back to Portland, then I'm coming back with an army.

>Write-In

>>1364546
>Good. You'll lead the way once we're clear of the compound.

>>1364546
>>Good. You'll lead the way once we're clear of the compound.
Oh my, deeper in the rabbit hole.

>>1364546
>No way. We're going back to Portland, then I'm coming back with an army.

>>1364546
>>No way. We're going back to Portland, then I'm coming back with an army.
Time to get the cavalry.

>>1364576
changing to
>No way. We're going back to Portland, then I'm coming back with an army.

>>1364773
Yeah, we're in WAY over our heads.

>>1364546
>>No way. We're going back to Portland, then I'm coming back with an army.
We need more backup for this.
>>1364759
>>1364778
Indeed.

>>1364580
>>1364759
>>1364773
"No way. We're going back to Portland, then I'm coming back with an army."

Micheal groans and pulls at his hair. "You don't get it! These people: they're everywhere! They got me put away like it was nothing. My family is very powerful, and they could reach out and touch us like it was nothing. If we waste time, they'll be gone! Besides, in case you haven't noticed, this place is a couple hours away from Portland by car."

"It is?"

"Yes! Don't you read the brochures?"

"I kind of... came in unexpectedly."

"Fine. Listen, we don't have to go in like the FBI. We should just get some evidence."


>If you're so sure, fine, we'll get some evidence. I suppose we're only one doorframe away from escape at any time.

>The Summer Court will back me up. Besides, if they have a sophisticated setup, it's not like they can just vanish into thin air.

>Write-In

>>1364813
>>The Summer Court will back me up. Besides, if they have a sophisticated setup, it's not like they can just vanish into thin air

>>1364813
>There's more going on here than that. My contact that got me in here told me there was some kind of conspiracy, something the Courts know about. I don't think it's safe for either of us to stay here.
>And the woods aren't a problem, trust me. It'll make us practically impossible to track... literally for me.

>>1364831
the contact that told us that theres a conspiracy is Micheal
>>1364813
>If you're so sure, fine, we'll get some evidence. I suppose we're only one doorframe away from escape at any time.
Lets at least get something to show for it before we give them an opportunity to get rid of it all
Time is of the essence

>>1364843
You're right, but Oswald did mention that "certain events" made this issue a rather pressing and worrying one. I think he knows something's up.

>>1364864
All the more reason to reach the end of this rabbit hole ASAP. Since they grabbed Micheal because he got too close, they'll definitely notice if we leave with him, giving them more than enough time to get rid of the evidence. Also, we shouldn't trust the Courts wholeheartedly with this, if its a far reaching a conspiracy as they said. This could even tie into the vampire thing at Nightcrawlers.

>>1364882
I still think we're in over our head, we're not a ninja and we're running out of will. But that said... yeah, we need something. So, I'm changing >>1364831
to
>Fine, we get something, and then get the hell out of here.

>>1364843
>>1364901
"Fine. If you're so sure, we'll get some evidence. We'll need to get you out of there first, though. Stand back."

Roll Strength + Brawl -3 (4 dice).

Rolled 2, 4, 6, 10 = 22 (4d10)

>>1364932

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>1364991
pop

Rolled 3, 5, 3, 8 = 19 (4d10)

>>1364932
>4 dice

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>1364991
>>1364993
You take a few steps back, gain a bit of momentum, and kick the door's hinge at the right angle to knock it out of place. You and Micheal work together to shift it out of place.

"Alright. Now: let's get out of here. Follow me, there's an emergency exit on the roof. I'll take us a route that doesn't have cameras."

You wind towards a stairwell...

>>1365026
You come out on the roof to the sight of the gorgeous sunset over the Pacific and an inmate in a straightjacket staring out at the compound, apparently having an argument with himself. One of the voices is hoarse and rustly:

"Blue. Orange. Red. Purple. Green. Black. Octarine. All at once." "Please... dear God, please stop, I can't take any more..." "False. You can always take more." "I just want you out. Don't you want that too?" "True. But the knowledge of how is also required." "No, no, no, NO! I'll kill us!" "Why?" "You know why, you know everything. I fucking hate you..."

The figure suddenly turns around. He might have been good-looking, once, but now his eyes are grey and lifeless, his hair is a kind of yellowy-white, and his skin is criss-crossed with blackish scabs. When he speaks, it almost sounds like the two voices are overlapping:

"Who are you? What do you want?"

"What are you? Who do you want?"


>We're just passing through, please don't hurt us...

>What's wrong with you?

>Do you know how to get into the Pharos building?

>(ignore him and kick down the emergency ladder)

>Write-In

>>1365050
>Its uh... George, right? We're just trying to get to the Pharos building. You wouldn't happen to know a way in eh?

>>1365055
You caught a good look at Ronnie the screaming lunatic: this guy isn't him.

>>1365068
my mistake, just use above post without the george part.

>>1365050
>>Write-In
Hi, who are you, both of you?

>>1365084
>>1365055
"Hi... Who are you, exactly? Both of you, I guess."

"Who am I? What a question. I am the scratching of the quill, the clacking of the keys, the screech of the tape reel, the pulse of the neuron. The better question is who are you? But, then again, I already know that. I know everything."
"I... I don't know. Oh, god, I don't know anymore... this thing, in my head, it's drowning me piece by piece..."

"Oh...kay. Listen, do either of you know how to get into the Pharos building?"

"Pharos... NO! I don't want to go back! The needles and the nets! The incensed dagger! NOO-"
"Yes. First, you will need to reverse the flow of time- ah, but that wasn't what you meant. Yes, I do, and it is vital that I should be going there as well. You will help, but first you will help figure out a way to silence my recalcitrant companion. This is vital: there are forty-seven daisies on the hill you camped out on that June with John."

>...How do you know about DiMaggio?

>You know everything: figure it out yourself.

>(Occult) Rack brain for a possible solution.

>(Pledgecraft) I'll cut you a deal. I shut him up, you help us out. Got it?

>What are you, mystery thing?

>Write-In

>>1365109
>>(Occult) Rack brain for a possible solution.
This is Occult as shit, let's figure out how occult it is.

>>1365109
>>(Occult) Rack brain for a possible solution.

>>1365109
>>(Occult) Rack brain for a possible solution.

>>1365111
>>1365128
>>1365138
Roll Intelligence + Occult + 1 (4 dice). May spend Willpower.

Rolled 1, 4, 9, 6 = 20 (4d10)

>>1365139

Rolled 3, 2, 8, 4 = 17 (4d10)

>>1365139
>4 dice

Rolled 4, 2, 10, 8 = 24 (4d10)

>>1365139

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>1365146
pop

>>1365146
You remember something from Sane Eddie about how the natives of certain tribes would use poisonous mushrooms or agonizing pain to go into trance states and go on spirit journeys. Despite his anecdotes about 'seeing God' and 'feeling cosmic oneness', you never let him mix deathcaps and boot-varnish liquor, but his crazy ideas might be useful now.

"Listen, get down with us and I might be able to find something in the woods that'll help you."

"Good. Help me down: this body doesn't seem to have arms. Inefficient. Frustrating."
"You... ASSHOLES! Don't help this thing! GET IT OUT OF ME NOW!!!"

You and Micheal climb down, with Micheal supporting the inmate's body as he half-thrashes down the ladder, two intelligences at war. You bolt to a nearby gate hanging half-open (fresh bloodstains and bootprints in the dirt suggest an inmate fled this way) and scatter into the wilderness.

Once you're certain you aren't being tailed, you go hunting for mushrooms. Roll Intelligence + Science + Ecology bonus -2 (2 dice) to correctly identify hallucinogenic mushrooms.

Rolled 8, 8 = 16 (2d10)

>>1365162

>>1365166
Yep, these are the ones. You turn to the mental patient. "Eat these. Enough to get you sick, but no more."

"Ah, excellent, this is going to work. Wish this body had arms."

Micheal unfastens the restraints on the straightjacket.
"Oh! Good... Yes! This worked. Now, if you will follow me..."

The inmate wipes some mushroom flecks from his mouth and strides off in a seemingly random direction into the forest. He seems... strangely more balanced, now, but also... inhuman. You and Micheal share a look and follow.

>...What are you?

>How did you know about John?

>What do you know about the people running Pharos?

>(Walk in silence)

>Write-In

>>1365175
>>What do you know about the people running Pharos?

>>1365175
>...What are you?
>What do you know about the people running Pharos?

>>1365197
These

Man, I'm not sure about this guy

>>1365175
>What do you know about the people running Pharos?
>...What are you?

>>1365197
>>1365231
>>1365326
"What ARE you?"

"I am Akh, such as that is. You cannot see me, only this vessel. I am far from where I belong."

"That's not very helpful. What IS Akh?"

"Everything. When you were eight, you stole your friend's bag of marbles and threw it in the river. Why?"

"I barely- how do you know that? Are you reading my mind?"

"I am Akh."

"Goddamn- look, can you answer this question at least? Who the hell are the people running Pharos?"

For the first time, an emotion creeps into the strange, whispering voice.
"Slavers. Liars. Book-burners. They are to be destroyed."

>...Can you get more specific?

>What do you know about John?

>(Walk in silence)

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>>1365481
>>...Can you get more specific?

>>1365481
>What do you know about John?
>Did he ever escape?
Im curious about our old companions

>>1365543
Yes, this
Did Di and Sane Eddie ever got out?

>>1365543
>>1365578
"What do you know about Di? Did he ever get back out? What about Sane Eddie?"

"Sane Eddie still fights for his truth in a world that rejects it. Di is in Roswell, and he is in San Francisco. He is a bartender and he is a dockworker."

"What are you talking about?"

"That which is true. And here we are."

You break out of the woods as night falls. You stand on the edge of a clearing cut out around a rickety-looking wooden building, about four stories tall. Dim orange lights shine out from the inside.
"Well, this is... rather more intimidating than I expected..."

"I have brought you here. I cannot go further. Go, and destroy them all."

>Can't you come with us?

>(Stealth)Fine. You and Micheal stay here. If I'm not back in an hour, go and get help from the Summer Court.

>(Crafts): Let's burn this place to the ground.

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