Officer Jackson truly contemplates your words and comes to the right conclusion. “Son of a-”, the insult, of course, directed to your late father for being able to trick him so easily.

“Yeah,” you agree, “you try living with him without-” killing someone. You shouldn't have said that. “uhh...” -going insane? No that's not a good one either. “-feeling like kicking yourself?” You almost phrased it like a question, looking to see if the police officer took your save well. The pause in between that sentence was too long, it felt like almost 4 days in your head, but it couldn't have been that long. “And with whatever mind tricks he can, I now barely even know who I am anymore. Like, how many things was I doing because I wanted to do them or because he wanted me to do them?” Your head hurts.

He pats your back. “You're a good kid.”

The physical contact makes you somewhat uncomfortable, but you try not to show it. “Thanks, I guess?” You thank him as he moves away and to a reception area, asking for a room where you can take a shower.

While they can't give you your own room, nor has it been decided which room Cam will get, they offer you to take a shower by the gym and physical therapy section of the hospital. You are also given some baggy sweatpants and a t-shirt, but since the blood went through your pants, you figure you'll have to go commando. Maybe they have some boxers too, but you don't really want to ask.

When you leave the shower you're greeted by more policemen. Hospital staff tells you that Cam won't be waking up for at least another hour so you agree to make your statement. They take you to one of the waiting rooms and set up a camera on a tripod. “Please state the date and your name for the record.”

You look at the camera and take a deep breath. “Today's the Thursday, the 9th of March, 2001. My name is...”

>write-in

only took us two weeks to get to character creation!

Dice system: roll low
There will be practically no rolling in this quest. Actions will be as good as their write-ins and the characters skills and abilities. But also what I think will be a more interesting narrative.
If you guys forget details that the character should know or the character could think of, I will let you roll to see if I tell you what you forgot. even though at this point you have the meta knowledge that you missed something... oh well, better than rolling an intelligence check before every decision
Things that are almost entirely up to chance, like throwing a rock without any proper throwing training, you get to roll a single time.

How I handle write-ins:
write-ins also have to occur naturally. I won't allow you to simply have an idea the protagonist would not naturally think of, or just buy the Art of War out of nowhere because you later want a strategy skill bonus or something

>>3390134
>Christopher Clarkes
If we're a cape, we need a proper cape name.

>>3390254
I like it, it works for Cam too

As fot the statement, the same we gave Jackson

Christopher Connors

>>3390333
>works for Cam too
That's why I went for C

>>3390396
Works too, doesn't edge in on Clark Kent

>>3390396
I like this one more, maybe we love watching Terminator too.

>>3390396
Seems we've got a first name, but there's some deciding to do on the last name. Since I think "Connors" and "Clarkes" are a bit strange, how about O'Connor or O'Connell?

>>3391047
Connors is terminator , its good

But if you think it's better O'connor works too

>>3391061
What if we have like Irish ancestry and we had a great grampa or ma named o'connor?

And all this happened on my birthday. What a small world we live in.

> Chris Connors

> Purple Eyes, Short Black Hair, Tall Lean Wiry Build, Pale White Skin.

> Skilled at finding broken junk from Furniture to Mechanical and Electronics.
Had to get good at Fixing things and Making stuff from Scratch... Buying most things was always too expensive or too dangerous to ask Dad for.....

> Fast Runner with Good endurance and Balance, whether running from Bullies or the Old Man, was forced to get good.... Well.... That and hiding too....

> Survival, Hunting, Trapping and Fishing Skills. Couldn't always get enough to eat for me or Sis.... Had to find food other than store bought goods. Fish, Crayfish, Rabbits or Birds always came in handy when I could find and catch them. Wild Mushrooms and Forage also helped.

>>3391304
Drop the eyes, and the skin wouldn't be pale, spend too mich time outside.
Probably limit the survival stuff to fishing.

Outside of that seems okay. Aside from the implication that dad would LET us run

Sure I can add a Tan I guess..... Why not purple eyes though?
Sure they are rare but they do happen.

> Short Black Hair, Tall Lean Wiry Build, Tanned Skin.

> Skilled at finding broken junk from Furniture to Mechanical and Electronics.
Had to get good at Fixing things and Making stuff from Scratch... Buying most things was always too expensive or too dangerous to ask Dad for.....

> Fast Runner with Good endurance and Balance, whether running from Bullies or the Old Man, was forced to get good.... Well.... That and hiding too....

> Survival, Trapping and Fishing Skills. Couldn't always get enough to eat for me or Sis.... Had to find food other than store bought goods. Fish and Crayfish always came in handy when I could find and catch them. Wild Mushrooms and Fruit also helped but was hard to find.

>>3390333
>works for Cam too
She does have a full name too though

>>3390254 >>3390333 >>3390396 >>3390917 >>3391044 >>3391047 >>3391061 >>3391099 >>3391278 >>3391301
Christopher Connors
Chris for short
writing

>>3391336
>Why not purple eyes though
because QM didn't ask for a physical of skill based description
>Sure they are rare but they do happen
no, they don't. that's an old internet hoax for fanfiction writers

The character was already described as tall and lanky.
Make-shift solutions to broken items is okay, but fixing electronics is beyond you for mostly the lack of equipment. You don't get far without a soldering iron or replacement parts
elkos especially, but also, say, bearings for a CD-deck, or optical parts for it
that's not knowledge you simply get without internet or books. Or can you tell me what a component with 3 pins is that has 2SB881 on the side, where you would get one or what you could use as a replacement if you don't get the same one?
But some survival skills you actually do have.

>>3391362

Ah! Okay.

Should I edit again or just leave it to you?

>>3391368
I got it.

>>3391362
Elizaeth Taylor actually had purple eyes. You're confusing her actually purple eyes with that weird pseudo immortality bullshit people made up.
It's not a natural colour for humans to have an a result of genetic mutation.

>>3391780
>>3391362
See. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elizabeth_Taylor#Early_roles_and_teenage_stardom_(1941%E2%80%931949)
They seem to have been a weird shade of blue that tricks you into thinking you're seeing purple now that I look at something other than a colour photo of her.

>>3391780
>>3391802
alright, fine.
give me a 1d7000000000 and hit me a 1 on it

Rolled 5997385825 (1d7000000000)

>>3391872
I personally don't care if they're purple or not, but it is a comic bookey colour since Lois Lane sometimes has purple eyes and I wanted to be clear that they actually are something that can exist.

Why are we trying to give ourselves purple eyes.

Its like dying your hair red and purple.

>>3391951
I just chimed in that they're a real thing. I'm not sure how it spiraled from there.

>>3391951
>>3391990
I found it rather humorous and was willing to give that odds a roll
I probably sounded sarcastic, but I like to have a little fun.
However, I personally dislike edge for edge's sake
but I do like to learn new stuff

My own father has freakish eyes too, green with yellow specks, but mostly green.

Still writing, btw. but also still super sick

Rolled 5505606332 (1d7000000000)

>>3392037
Well.... if the dice gods will it....

Hope you feel better soon!

>>3392080
>5505606332
genetic lottery... I can't do purple eyes, but you get super powers in exchange, how about it?

>>3392091
Sounds good, unless purple eyes can shoot UV lasers.

>>3392091
I dunno... any chance we could swap?

>>3391362
>She does have a full name too though
Do we not share a last name?

>>3392127
I think he is refering if Cam is short for Camile, Cameron or something else

>>3392146
I mean, for it to mess with the theme It'd have to be a name that doesn't start with "Cam"
And I'm not sure that exists.

>>3392146
How about Cammy? Cammy sounds more like something our parents would come up with.

>>3392146
https://onelook.com/?w=cam*&scwo=1&ssbp=1&sswo=1&posfilter=pn

>>3392037
Huh, interesting.
My eyes are usually light blue with orange specs but they go a darker blue depending on how tired I am. The orange specs are pretty small and aside from people I've told literally only two people have noticed on their own and commented probably at least partly due to my glasses. I usually forget they are there.

>>3392178
Is her full name "Cambridge University"

>>3392421
ding ding ding

>>3392427
You know, in her description you failed to mention the beautiful masonwork and architecture.

>>3392447
I think it was more of a optimistic name for where she would end up after high school.

>>3392456
I dunno, family trauma could get her a decent scholarship, and she has a great sob story for her application essays.
How are her grades?

>>3392496
Idk, how are her fingers?

>>3392678
Solid 9/10, I imagine

>>3392744
she has 12 digits on her hands?

“My name is Christopher Connors, or Chris for short, and ahh... today after school I -” your public defendant waves and points to himself. “Uhm... right. Before I make my statement, I have had the time to consult with my lawyer privately. So, I get out of school at 3:40pm – I went to the bakery and the book store in Williams Drive before heading home. So maybe it was, like, quarter past four when I met Officer Jackson. I mean, I happen to run into three uhm... friends beforehand, we live in the same street. So, anyway, Officer Jackson...”

You begin to retell the story that you already relayed before, adding a few more detail, but of course leaving out the part about the mind-control, invisibility, and healing. It all sounds so fucking weird when you lay it out. But also really fucking bad. You simply didn't take the second shot in self defense, nor in Cam's defense. Not literally anyway. But here goes it anyway.

“...killing in defense of another person who would have had the right to use lethal force for self defense, a legal act in this jurisdiction, and as such my plea is /not guilty/ of homicide.”

Your lawyer gives you two thumbs up with a big smile, filling you with more confidence. You were lucky he was in the hospital for another issue already. Making an official statement without a lawyer present would have been seriously stupid. Even though you already talked to Jackson.
They stop the camera and you look towards the policemen. “What's going to happen now?”, you ask for probably the third time today, but for the first time with hope.

One policeman, a sergeant, scratches his head. “Unfortunately we'll have to take your sisters statement as well before we can let you talk to her alone, but that is not to say you can't meet her!” He quickly finishes after seeing your expression drop. “And technically we should still arrest you, but since you're so cooperative, we only keep an eye on you. We'll be shunned away by CPS soon though. That's the Child Protective Services, by the way. You'll probably not want to go back to – you know – your home, so they probably have some place for you to sleep.”

Where do you plan to spend the night?
>“No, I'll have to go home.”
>“Yeah, anything's better than going home.”

>>3393042
Can I spend the night here? I want to know how she is after surgery, they can take me somewhere later.

>>3392900
Wut

>>3393079
Yeah, this. Then see if there's somewhere they can put us up.

How old are we? And how old is Cam?

>>3393416
new here?
Chris is 16, Cam is 11.
Last thread voted on you guys trying to gain custody of her,
if that's not possible try to stay together maybe in a foster home
and if that doesn't work because they try to separate you, you run.

On the other hand, there are seemingly still mind-control effects on the both of you, so she still blames herself for everything happening
also she may not even know yet that she even has the power to go invisible

now you're up to speed.

>>3393079
>>3393416
it's nice to have a write-in for the thing you tried to totally bait out but intentionally didn't give

writing

>>3393472
Yeah, I've been here. Just missed the ages. Thanks.

>>3393042
So I guess it's time to decide whether or not to attempt to use our Bio-sync to mindlink with her, to see if we can unmindfuck her.
As it is, we can blame our father's manipulativeness and say she has stolkholm syndrome if she testifies against us, especially if we don't unmindfuck her, but if we do happen to unmindfuck her she might act less predictably. HOWEVER there might be things we don't know yet about our ability. Can we control minds like Dad? Alter memories? Use other people's mouths to speak?

Sorry for the delays. My grandmother visited today and I didn't even have the strength to pretend ot to be sick.
I still want to push out one update a day at least for you guys to not think I was planning on hopping of or anything.

>>3394752
It's fine man, we all have our bad days.
Get better soon!

>>3394752
You go at your own pace my dude.
You're still faster than many beloved QMs

Take your time..... Focus on what you need to.

“Actually, I'd like to spend the night here. Near Cam, you know? For one I still want to know how she is doing after surgery, for another... well, I just want to be there for her. At least for today. Tomorrow they can take me somewhere else.”

After being told that this could probably be arranged you barely know what to do anymore. Cam was still in surgery without you getting any information on the process. You were pretty sure you've healed all the life threatening things, but then again, you probably healed over some of the shotgun pellets which now need to be cut out.

You wonder how much you can heal over things that were already mended by hand like surgery...

>Wander the hospital see if you can help someone.
>Experimenting would be too risky right now, you should just wait until Cam's out of surgery and you can talk to her, no need to get distracted.

PS: give me all your likes, but on http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/3358095/

>>3397763
>Experimenting would be too risky right now, you should just wait until Cam's out of surgery and you can talk to her, no need to get distracted.

Rolled 4 (1d8)

>>3397763
>Experimenting would be too risky right now, you should just wait until Cam's out of surgery and you can talk to her, no need to get distracted.
If we mess up then we gonna be in real trouble.

>>3397763
>Wander the hospital see if you can help someone.

don't be pussies.

>>3397763
>Wander the hospital see if you can help someone.

>>3397763

>Wander the hospital see if you can help someone.

>>3397782
>>3397867
>>3398039
alrighty, writing

>>3398070
With so much time on your hand, and barely anything to do you ask Officer Jackson to just wonder with you for a bit up and down the hallway. He apparently thinks that moving around would help you, and, arguably, it does, but your real intentions are to find someone tho heal and experiment with your powers a bit.

You took the shower by the gym which was intended for people who want to get better, was it not? For those who just have to put in effort and probably get better.

“Fancy a workout?”, Officer Jackson asks.

“Something like that”, you answer, as you head inside.

Inside was less than you expected. A patted floor, a bar at the wall where one man tries to walk with the assistance of someone who was probably a physical therapist, a treadmill and some equipment on the floor you can only guess is for people to balance on. There is probably more in the cabinets on the far wall, but it looks rather baren.

“Excuse me, I didn't want to- walk in on someone...”, you say awkwardly, even though that was exactly the reason why you wanted to go in. but now that you are here you just feel awkward, and any look in their direction like an invasion of their privacy.

“No problem, kid.”

Even though you got the man's blessing to be in the same room as him while he struggles to walk normally you didn't feel like you've earned the right to gawk.

>Alright, showtime.
>No, this was a bad idea. What can you to in here now? The treadmill maybe? Are you even allowed to use the equipment?

😃

>>3398170
>No, this was a bad idea.

>>3398170
>>Alright, showtime.
WHAT COULD GO WRONG?

>>3398170
>>Alright, showtime.

>>3398170
>Alright, showtime.

>>3398170
>Alright, showtime.
OUT THE WAY
MESSIAH COMIN' THROUGH!

>>3400797
>OUT THE WAY
>MESSIAH COMIN' THROUGH!
YOU'RE GODDAMN RIGHT, HE IS
writing

Alright, stop the presses, messiah coming through...

Let's not develop a complex.

You move to the treadmill and try to figure out it's controls. It can even move to change it's slope. Neat. You hop on and start it out with a brisk walk.

Then you close your eyes and concentrate.

You try to tune out Officer Jackson as he radios your location through and asks the therapist if it was even okay for you to use the treadmill.

The last few times you healed someone you were touching them. Or just Cam. And your father? You don't know, you've felt a connection, but it wasn't healing, was it? It's why you dubbed it bio-sync in the first place. Simply because you take a part of the other person and- you don't even know yet.

With your father you immunized yourself against his ability, but only when you actively had the bio-sync running. Maybe you'd be able to see through Cam's invisibility too if you sync with her while it's active? You just put it on the pile of questions in your head and open your eyes again.

The person you want to sync with is across the room. Whatever's wrong with him ought to affect his feet. But that could be a nerve in his spine or a region of his brain after having had a stroke.

Now, how do you reach out again?

Eyes close again and you concentrate.

You can't describe what you feel. It's like three blips are on your radar, without any indication of where they are, just that one is closer by. That one ought to be the officer. The other two? They seem different, but again, you had no idea how to describe it.

It was as if you were a blind man who could suddenly see, but nobody to guide you around to tell you which color is which. Confusing and kinda scary, but at least you're able to turn it off.

You open your eyes again to guesstimate which is which and if physical closeness and location could help you narrow it down, but you still have no idea. In the end you just try to memorize either feelings for the two men and pick one at random to see which is which.

Just as you finally muster up your courage to simply pick one someone enters the gym. A middle aged plump woman, who, at first, didn't seem sure she was in the right place, but then approaches and asks your name, “Christopher Connors? Yes. Hi. I am Amanda Carter, I'm with Child Protective Services.”

>“Kinda in the middle of something...”
>“Yes? Hello?”

>>3400968
>“Yes? Hello?”

Shit shit shit, be good, we need to leave a good impression if we want any chance of having Cam around
At least we are learning more about this, maybe we can visit the burn ward or some other area and try again

>>3400968
>“Yes? Hello?”

>>3400968
>>“Yes? Hello?”

>>3401010
>>3401011
>>3401030
pretty unanimous
writing

>>3400968
>"Yes?"

“Yes? Hello?” you slowly reduce the speed of the treadmill and step off it. “I'm Christopher Connors.”

On one hand you're glad you kinda lost the opportunity to use your powers. It means you can't mess up anything or have to experience that guy's pain. On the other hand, now you stand in front of a woman who may or may not be able to hold the rest of your life in her hand, or at least your chance of having Cam around.

“No need to be nervous, Christopher. I'm on your side.” She then turns to Officer Jackson and asks, “may I whisk Christopher here away? He may be more comfortable talking in a more private place?”

You look to the officer, “I don't really mind him.”

She nods. “I understand, of course, if you want him around, but I'm afraid I wasn't quite clear. I apologize for that.” She comes a little closer to you so the injured man and his trainer wouldn't be able to hear. “I'm a psychologist. Anything we discuss will be under doctor-patient confidentiality.”

Shit.

She's your shrink. She totally has the power to deem you murderously insane and destroy your chances of ever seeing Cam again.

Shit squared.

Be best.

“Yes, ma'am.”

She immediately catches your change in demeanor and frowns slightly. “Again, there's no need for you to be nervous, Christopher.”

There's a lot of need for you to be nervous, Christopher! The absolutely only thing you care about in this world is on the line! Okay, that may be a little overtly dramatic, but, besides Cam... there really wasn't anything else.

You don't really know how to respond and wait for her to take initiative again until she nods you to follow her. “I was given a small office on the second floor.” So you follow her, together with Officer Jackson, to the elevators. “Have you eaten yet?”

“Yes. But from, like, a vending machine”, you tell her.

“And do you still feel hungry?”

You kinda do, but you also didn't want to keep her waiting or something, and you weren't that hungry. You've dealt with far worse before. “No, I'm good.”

She looks at you slightly from the side, but accepts your answer. Not having gotten far she changes the topic. “You care a lot about your sister, don't you?”

>“She's my sister, of course, I do.”
>“She can be a pain at times, but she's all I have left.”
>“I'd do anything for her.”
>wait, this is one of those 'the QM wants us to make a better write-in', isn't it?

>>3401370
" she gets into trouble sometimes, but she's all I ever had."

>>3398170
>wait, this is one of those 'the QM wants us to make a better write-in', isn't it?

>“She can be a pain at times, but she's all I have left.”

>>3401420
+1

>>3401420
that's not a write-in

>>3401370
>“She can be a pain at times, but she's all I have left.”

>>3401370
>"nah she stole my ice cream a couple years ago and bow we're mortal enemies"

>>3401420
>>3401423
>>3401474
writing

>>3401531
no more today unfortunately

>>3401370
>I'd move heaven and earth to keep her out of harm's way.

>>3400968
>Amanda Carter
No shit, that's my late sister's name.
It was a ground 20 years ago and reading it gave me kind of a jolt.
Sorry for oversharing.

You feel like the question is a minefield. Like probably every of her questions will be. If you're too positive about it she may think that you delude yourself into thinking taking hare of her would be easy.

“She can be a pain at times,” you admit, “but she's all I have left.”

The Psychologist nods and mentally files that information away before going to ask her next question. “What about friends or extended family, teachers maybe? Aren't there others you can count on?”

“Yeah...” you admit, it's not any sort of secret. You don't have any friends, no family that you'd know of either. And teachers- well, you usually try to fly below the radar. “No, I got noone.”

Again, she nods and leads you out of the elevator, heading to some office. “Then I think it's probably the best if you start telling me about your background a little. I'm afraid to say that I have barely any background on you except from what the policemen already told me, so, how about you tell me a little about yourself? Whatever you'd like to say.”

You shrug and tell her the more simple things. How your mother died in the hospital soon after giving birth to Cam when you were five and how you never met any of your grandparents, not even knowing if they are still alive.

By the time that was done you two were already in the office and she had started to make her notes. The same time she uses to catch up on notes you chew on your lip, trying to read her handwriting upside down. So far it was just what you told her. 'Sister all he has', was underlined, but then she follows up with 'trust issues' and 'reads my handwriting upside-' and you look away.

This gains you a slight chuckle from her, a gesture that maybe was supposed to put you somewhat at ease, but it only serves to tense you up more. “You don't believe I have any incentive to help you, do you?”

“Uhm...”
>write-in

>>3403680
>Does the asylum industry give you a bonus for every kid you send there, or is it just big pharma paying you off for prescribing their drugs?

>>3403680
>Not at all. Nobody ever has had any.

>>3403680
"No one ever has.....
Why would you? Don't get me wrong but I'm worried. I'm worried about what will happen to me, to Cam.....about what happened..."

It's not like it's a secret

>>3403685
>>3403684
these

>>3403681
kek, let's not be a conspiracy theory nutjob please

>>3403697
> thinking big pharma is a conspiracy in 2019

>>3403700
it's 2001 tho

>>3403684
>>3403685
>>3403697
writing

You bite your tongue again. For a moment you want to make a comment about how she may get some bonus if she gets people into an asylum, but you'd rather go to jail anyway. Maybe a bonus if she gives you a cocktail of pills? Eventually you shrug. “No, why would you?” You still can't really relax around her so you barely know how honest you can be around her, but maybe admitting to your distrust could... You don't know. “Nobody ever has.”

She gives a weak smile. “Then let me answer you sarcastically, because I couldn't possibly have been a troubled youth myself, nor simply be empathetic enough to want to help others for the mere sake of helping others. No, I'm getting paid. I was the closest person available and if I get you to like me the chance is high that I'll become your regular psychologist if you happen to need one. But it's not your money that I'll extract, but the governments. CPS is a government agency after all.”

This... actually makes you feel a little better.

“Is that a smile I see?” She asks, but also repels said expression from your face. “Hmm... are you not allowing yourself to be happy, Christopher? You know you are allowed to smile, right?”

“I-” You frown. “Yes?”

“Why do you think you had the reflex to stop smiling when I called you out on it?”

You... don't know.

So many things that made you happy were things /he/ didn't approve of, so it was always better not to show it. But, no, that wasn't true. It's only really learning language that got you just thought would get you in trouble, because of what implications it had for you. In retrospect, you don't even know how he would have reacted.

“I don't know.”

“Do you think you are afraid of showing emotion?”

Your eyes dart back up to her. Why would you be afraid- That's not it, is it? You shrug. “I try to fly below people's radar.”

“And them recognizing an emotion on you would give them a reason to talk about it to you?”

“I guess?”

She nods again and scribbles something down. “You avoid any conversation because, to your experience, interactions with others were mostly negative. You have no reason to trust others.” Those were no questions, merely statements. “And at the moment not me either. Unfortunately I need at least a bit of it so I can help you.”

“And how can I convince you that I trust you?”

She raises her eyebrows a little, but doesn't go in on how you phrased it. “How about you tell me your plans for the future. How you and your sister will leave this debacle once you are spoken free and she has her full recovery.”

So she just wants to have the key to your future handed to her? The only thing that you could possibly give up.

>>3403775
What do you say? (also mix and match)
>“I want to gain legal guardianship over Cam.”
>“I just want to stick together with Cam,
>“I'll run away with her if I have to.”
>“I want to take her as far away from here as possible to leave it all behind.”
>“I'll do whatever I think is best for her.”
>write-in

>>3403777
>“I want to gain legal guardianship over Cam.”
>And then
>“I'll do whatever I think is best for her.”

>>3403775
>“I want to gain legal guardianship over Cam.”
>“I'll do whatever I think is best for her.”

>>3403777
>“I want to gain legal guardianship over Cam.”
>"I'll try to do my best for her."

Changing a littlw because the last one sounded too controlling, sounded like our dad

>>3403830
+1

>>3403830
nice catch

>>3403778
>>3403782
>>3403830
>>3403853
writing

>>3403830
>He doesn’t want to fall to the same mistakes as the only real figure in our life
What a nerd

>>3403862
Nah, we killed the guy for that, doing that would be shitty

You can't achieve that goal if you never tell anyone, can you?

You sigh and tell her truthfully. “I want to gain legal guardianship over Cam, I'll try to do my best for her.”

Again she nods, but doesn't write it down this time. She even lets silence linger in the room for a bit. “And what is it that you think is best for her?”

You barely even thought that far. Maybe her staying with you is what's best for you, not for her. Do you even know how to take care of her? Can you actually raise her?

“It is not a weakness to ask others for help.” She leans back slightly. “I would not have brought it up this quickly, but let me ask you on your thoughts of a foster family.”

That has always been your plan B in your head, but now that you hear it out loud, it stings. You don't want to be in the situation where you have to trust anyone with Cam, but your hands are tied. You can't care for her financially right now, and you have no idea how you'd bring a girl through puberty.

“You could finish high school and get the opportunity for a better job, too. And then you can still apply for legal guardianship over her, your chances would be a lot better as well.”

She probably knew all the other reasons that went through your head, but this was one you didn't even think of.

“You have gone through trauma, Christopher. Something we barely scratched on, but I do not want to overwhelm you with too many thoughts right now. I can only hope that I got through to you a little, and gave you the thoughts that you need right now.”

“What?” She already calls her quits?

“Yes, Christopher?”

Isn't there something you still need to discuss?

“Well, for one, nobody calls me Christopher... Chris is fine.”

“And for another?”


>“Shouldn't we talk about... how I killed someone? Aren't you here because of that?”
>“Never mind.”
>write-in

>>3404080
"And....about what I did? Aren't you here to see if I'm crazy...?

>>3404094
>>3404080
This

>>3404080
>“Never mind.”

>>3404094
>>3404099
writing, just one more short post before I call it for the day, tomorrow we will be with Cam again

“And... about... what I did?”, you ask slowly. Enough fear still in you. “Weren't you called here to see if I'm crazy or not?”

“Well, Chris.” She folds her hands. “That word only has negative meanings. What you may mean is my judgment on whether or not you will be a danger to yourself or anyone else in the future, which is a strong no.”

You nod. “And... the other thing?”

“The 'other thing' is a complicated issue, but one you seem to only have had as an afterthought to our talk. Do you dread talking about it?”

You only answer with a shrug.

“You didn't dare to say it out loud, though, did you, Chris?”

“I killed my father”, you admit.

“You protected your sister, Chris.”

You bite your lip. “No, I didn't. Maybe for the first shot, but then she was free from him, I took the second shot anyway!”

Dr. Carter opens her hands. “And why did you do it?”

“Because he would've...” You don't know.

Silence dominates the office for a little while until she asks. “Because you thought you- no. That she would not have been save otherwise. Am I correct?”

Yeah... That would sound... like a delusion you could get into. “Thanks.”

no vote for now, I'll continue tomorrow

Very good updates!

It's a cliché, for sure. One person resting by the sickbed of another. Your thoughts both run wild and don't move forward at all. Your head hurts, you're still going commando, and for some reason you wonder if you have to go to school tomorrow. Like... should you ask someone if you have to go to school, or would that show that you are not confident enough to be by yourself and still need an adult to tell you what to do?

You turn around to rest the other side of your head on your arms and look up to Cam, who- is looking back at you.

Immediately you jolt up. “Cammie.”

She looks away for a moment before returning her attention to you. “Hey.”

“Hey,” you return. For a moment you thought she didn't want to talk, you hadn't exactly left on the best of terms. Then again, she had been awake for a little while at least and didn't initiate conversation. Not that she was a big talker, far from it. “How are you?”

Cam barely musters up a shrug but, and flinches as the one side you hit with the shotgun won't properly obey.

That's your chance to show her your powers.

What are you going to try and heal and what do you say to her?
>write-in

>>3406637
Start with her hand, it should be easier to heal

"Let me show you something"

"Trust me ok?"

>>3406637
"Why did you needed money?"
She was cought stealing lottery things right?

If she answers or no ask her

"Does it hurt?"

"Let me try to help."

And heal her hand, maybe even take some pain out from other places

>>3406637
>Heal everything and wait for her reaction

>>3406677
>>3406687
These, first talk and then heal what we can

>>3406637
I am really sorry that I shot you Cam. It wasn't on purpose I thought you moved away from dad. I would never hurt you I hope you know that.

>>3406687
>>3406709
>heal everything

I know we now have the evidence of abuse on her hand. So that is checked off.

but are you guys sure you want to perform a medical miracle?

>>3406729
Well, the hand must be healed.

Maybe not the medical miracle but maybe take some of her pain away, just a little

>>3406729
Heal the hand first

>>3406755
That senew I mean, so it wont bother in the future

>>3406729
Yes, we have a superpower and therefore the obligation to use it to help a little girl in pain.

“I’m so sorry I hit you, Cam. I didn’t see you there- I mean, I thought you were out of the way.” You take her hand, caressing with your thumb over her fingers a little. Thankfully she didn’t reject the gesture and keeps eye contact with you. “I’d never hurt you intentionally, you know that, right?”

It's times like these when you'd wish she'd talk more properly, because, after round of waiting, she only nods.

You nod in return, and look shortly to the policewomen on a chair by the door. He's only really here for you not to try and tell her what story she is supposed to tell them when they ask her as a witness/victim of your actions. He just radios in that Cam's awake now.

You gotta be a little cryptic but hope she gets what you mean. “I’ll do my best for you never get hurt again, and to take your pain for myself.” You lay your hand on hers so she will see the wound appear on you.

Concentrate, and sync...

It's much easier than you remember. Maybe because you've synced with her twice before, or maybe you are getting better at it in general... you don't know. Either way, it's easy.

While you’ve already fixed her sinews last time you now look for more of that string tissue. You can only guess it's the nerves.

You take what’s damaged and immediately feel a sharp pain. Has she been feeling that the entire time? Hopefully she still has some painkillers going on for her.

But that's not all, you need to physically show her that you are taking that wound.

Once the pain subsides on you as well you concentrate on everything on the hand and take it away too, bit by bit.

Your skin breaks and you begin to bleed. But not bad enough that it would ruin her sheets.

Quickly you remove your hand from her and lick away the bit of blood. Then you show her the wound and how it heals, before saying, “You don’t even have to suffer again.”

She stares at you in bewilderment before getting distracted by the approaching police officer. “Good to see you awake.”

“Yeah, it is.” you throw in stead of Cam, “Hopefully her wounds are less severe than what we originally thought. But Cam here always healed very quickly.”

The officer frowns a little. Yeah, what you said didn’t seem natural, but you can only hope it was enough hint towards Cam that she should pretend like nothing happened. Similarly, the policewoman disregards your strange sentence and introduces herself to Cam.

“I’m Elisabeth, I’m with the police”, she taps the silver shield by her waist. “You can call me Liz.”

Officer Jackson had been in regular police uniform while she was only wearing that shield as a way of identification. Come to think of it, that sergeant also was wearing casual clothes, but you don’t remember if he wore a shield.

>>3407118


“Hi,” Cam answers quietly, but doesn’t say anything else.

Elisabeth, in return, smiles at Cam. “You’re Cam, right? What is that short for? Cameron?” Cam shakes her head. “Camille? Camilla?” More head shaking, but no more guesses.

You smile. It’s been a while since anyone tried to guess her name. And when the policewoman looks to you for help you also shake your head, so back to Cam, she turns. “Would you tell me?”

It takes a while before Cam finally admits being named after a city, “Cambridge.”

“Oh, Cambridge?” she laughs slightly, “Why that’s a beautiful name.” That’s a lie, she’s clearly somewhat weirded out. But there are girls running around called Bristol, London, Paris, and Ashton

“Mom gave it to me...”

Somehow that hurts. It reinforces the idea that you’re now alone with her.

“Well, your mother had good taste. Unique, and still beautiful.”

You lean back a little as you let the policewoman try and talk with Cam, not getting many words out of her. Even though you know that she probably gets paid to be kind right now, it’s nice to see that Cam has not changed, but was her usual self. That was quite a weight off your shoulder.

After a round of smalltalk she does put out a recording device though, showing it to you shortly to subtly tell you that her interrogation has now begun.

That ‘interrogation’ passed without any surprises. She didn’t say anything about any of your powers. Unfortunately she still blames herself, and when Elisabeth asks what Cam thinks your father would have done to either of you she was very hesitant to talk about punishment, because ‘one doesn’t go against him’.

That being said and done, Elisabeth thanks you both and leaves you alone. Something you didn’t think would happen this fast.

Alone time with Cam...

You face her while she still looks to the door.

“Dad’s dead.” she then says quietly, near tears again. And as you took a moment to think of an answer she just breaks out crying and- disappears.

The crying was still very audible, and the bed sheets that cover her partially were still moving, but she was gone, along with her hospital gown. And the IV connected to her arm was also gone.

What do you do?
>write-in

>>3407121
Try to hug our crying sister, maybe she will realize that she's invisible.

We still have to see if those are sad or relieved tears

And I'm curious why she was stealing lottery scratch cards, did she want money? For what?

>>3407138
it's definitely a sad cry

>>3407121
try to use the same method we used when she cryed before to calm her down

tell here we are still here and we are not leaving her, she is not going to be alone.

we are sorry it had to happen it's all our fault

>>3407118
>You nod in return, and look shortly to the policewomen on a chair by the door. He's only really here for you not to try and tell her what story she is supposed to tell them when they ask her as a witness/victim of your actions. He just radios in that Cam's awake now.

>policewoman
>He radios in

obviously it ought to be "She"

>>3407202
This I guess

Maybe try to make her notice her own invisibility if she calms down

> All of the Hugs for Lil Sis, maximum comforting mode engaged.

>>3407391
>>3407121
Assuming we can catch her, this

>>3407121
Hug Time

It was hinted earlier that we should try to bio-sync to cam when she turns invisible to see if we can immunize ourself to her power like we did with dad.
Maybe try that as we try to hug her?

>>3408653
Good thinking anon, let's try that

“We have each other,” you tell her, smiling in direction of where her head is. Is she even aware that she’s invisible? You lean over the bed and hug her around her waist. You want to calm her, but you also want to give her the opportunity to cry a little.

What you have to do for sure though is keep her from blaming herself. “It’s all my fault”, you tell her, “I should have taken you and ran away from him ages ago, but I wasn’t strong enough.” While you wanted to calm her down you too get some waterworks going. You’re not good at this.

“No- I shouldn’t have-” She flickers back into existence and pats your head with her now almost healed hand. “I- It’s my-”

“It doesn’t matter”, you realize. “What happened happened. My fault, your fault... What matters now is that we stick together, okay?”

You remain like this with her for a while before leaning up again and wiping your tears. “Let me get some tissues.” Thankfully there were already some by the table and you hand her one first before blowing your own nose. “How’s your hand?”

“Still numb.”

“Any pain?”, you ask to which she nods slightly. You figure there wasn’t much. “I can heal you more, Cam, but... people would notice if your wounds were gone too quickly.”

“Your powers.” She looks at her hand again. “You keep it hidden?”

“Yes.”

“Are you... like... a superhero?”

What do you answer?
>write-in

>>3409089

Give it a small laugh,
"Maybe?
I'm not sure...

But it will help us, I think, you won't hurt anymore after we get out of here"

Did you notice you have powers too?

>>3409133
+1

"It would be cool right?"

>>3409133
>>3409146
>>3409089
Support

>>3409133
>>3409146
wroitin

You chuckle a little. “That would be cool, right?” Whatever you thought about your powers, actually doing super-heroing (or whatever you want to call it) never came to mind. So you shrug. “I dunno, maybe.”

Cam nods. “Would be cool...”

“You know you have powers too, right?” You ask her then. “I don’t think you’ve properly noticed.”

“I do?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “You can go invisible.”

“I can?”

“Yeah,” you reinterate. “Just earlier you... fizzled out a little.”

She stares at her hand and moves it around. “How?”

“I don’t know. I barely know how to do control my own-” she disappears. “and you’re gone. Woah!”

You feel the need to retreat a little, because, unlike before, now the whole bed was gone.

“I can’t see you right now... ahh... the bed is gone too.”

“It feels weird... I’m here... but I’m not.”

“No need to be scared”, you reach out to where her hand was, “take my hand.”

As she touches you, you were suddenly able to see her again- at least a bit.

You look around and see that not only she and the bed, but you too, were somewhat translucent now, while everything else was completely normal.

“That’s so freaking cool, Cammy.” Either of you looks around in amazement, “Can you control it? Like... how much you are touching becomes invisible too?”

“I don’t know...”

You pop back into existence and she goes to hold her head, “My head...”

“Is your power hurting you?”, you ask but she just shrugs. “Either way, we’ll both need some training if we want to use them.”

“Are we gonna be superheroes?”

What do you answer?
>write-in

>>3409197
"We can be whatever you like Cam"

Ruffle her hair a little

" But first we hsve to make sure we stay together, and them we can learn more about our powers. "

>>3409197
Yes, we will. But after we learn how to control them and we are somewhere safe, ok?

>>3409215
Supporting this

>>3409215
>>3409314
writing

“You want to be a superhero?”, you as her with a small laugh. “We can be whatever we want to be, Cam.” You ruffle her hair a little, which she tries to dodge. “Heh, sorry. But superheroes? We would have to make sure we know exactly how our powers work before we can go out to do something with them, alright?” She nods. “But before we can even think about it we have to make sure we are save ourselves.”

Again she nods and then looks off. She probably thought about the same thing as you did. Your immediate future.

“Listen. I’ve talked to a really nice lady who gave me some good advice. As much as I would like to, but I don’t think I can earn a living, be a superhero, and properly be there for you.” You realize you pretty much started like you want to split up. So you quickly continue. “But don’t worry. Absolutely first rule of the day is that we stick together, alright? While I thought at first it can be only the two of us together, it’s much simpler if we’d move in with someone else.”

Cam processes what you said for a little while before asking, “someone else like who?”

“Well... I don’t know,” you admit, “But there are people who take in... orphans,” why does that word hurt so much? “without actually adopting us. We can take our pick there, I was told, even live with some people for a week and then say that we rather be with someone else. Only until I’m done with high school, okay?”

She doesn’t respond, but looks down, contemplating what you just told her.

“And if all else fails we run away together, even if we’ll have to become supervillains to survive.”

“No!”, she almost shouts, before adding a second, much softer “no.”

“Alright... no breaking the law then.”

Ask her about the scratch cards?
>Yes
>No

>>3409366
>Yes

>>3409366
>Yes

>>3409366
>Yes

Gently

"Hey, why did you want money? Did you need something?"

Don't focus on the stealing but if someone steals lottery it's because they need the money or a specific prize, for what?

>>3409390
>>3409397
>>3409398
on it

>>3409215
so cute

“So... we shouldn’t take stuff that isn’t ours?” you ask sneakily. And Cam goes invisible again. “I mean... If we need the money, we need the money, right?” Flickering back to visibility she was pouting, and looking away from you. “Why did you want the money? Did you want to buy something?”

Cam does not respond.

You almost wonder if you should press the issue or move on before she speaks up.

“All my fault.”

Ah, shit.

“Nooo... I already told you, its just as much my fault. And it doesn’t matter now anyway.”

“Then why did you ask, why did you have to ask?!”

That’s the longest she talked in one go since a long time. Her eyes were glistening with tears and her expression was one of anger.

Sadness, guilt, fear, shame, maybe even surprise. Those you would have understood. But anger?

How do you proceed?
>“That’s not the same thing. No matter the outcome, you shouldn’t have done that.”
>“Sorry to have brought it up.”
>write-in

That's a formative question for our protagonists character. So I intentionally left only the more mature answer, and the dismissive one while deleting others. Even though I'm almost certain a write-in will take home first prize.

>>3409474
Hug her again

"It's ok Cam, you didn't mean harm in doing it and as long as we don't do something like that again it's going to be ok. It was not your fault, it was mine, I told you. You know you can tell me anything Cammy, I won't get mad"

>>3409474
"It's ok, its not your fault, we don't need to do that"

>>3409499
Supporting here actually

>>3409474
Sorry I brought it up, it's not your fault Cam, but if you want to talk I'm here for you"

really tired today so no other update, sorry. But I think letting more people stew on the decision is a good thing

>>3409604
Supporting this. We should not always shoulder the blame. It may become a habit and then she may end up believing it all the time and blaming us, and then hating us.

> Hugs, sorry for bringing it up.... I'm just worried about you, if I had known more maybe I could have helped you? I don't want to lose you Cam.....

>>3409366
>>Yes
>>3409398
exactly this

>>3409499
supporting this
>>3409890
take care and rest
also supporting this
>>3411360

>>3409499
>>3409518
>>3409604
>>3410920
>>3411360
>>3412071

writing

You really need help in raising her. While you know you should probably hold her accountable a little, you feel yourself incapable of pressing the issue. “I’m sorry,” you tell her, “I shouldn’t have brought it up.”

While you want to go in for a hug she still looks angry shifts a little in her bed to sit more upright.

“You didn’t mean-” She stole something, so she did mean harm to that shop owner. “You never meant for anyone to get hurt. I know you’re not a bad person.” You laugh a bit, “I was the one who brought up that we can use our powers for evil, but you immediately shot me down and said that we ought to be heroes, right? So out of the two of us, I’m the morally ambiguous one.”

Cam thinks for a few seconds before asking, “ambiguous?”

“Ahm...” That’s not a question you had expected. “Like... ‘without clear... definition’, I guess?” How else to say this? “Like, my moral is more up to debate than yours is.”

“Ambiguous,” she repeats, “ambiguous.” Confirming the new word she looks up to you again, but doesn’t say anything.

At least that bit of anger was gone.

“I’m just... worried about you. Not about you directly- I mean, yeah I worry about you too, but I worry about us, our relationship. I don’t want to lose you, but when I don’t know what’s going on inside your head... I could have helped you, you know? I don’t want to- I don’t want to be someone you don’t feel comfortable talking to.”

It takes her a while, but then she nods. “Okay.”

That answer doesn’t ease your heart at all. You poured it out to her and all you get was an ‘okay’. You really hate sometimes that she is not a big talker.

>press the issue
>leave it be

>>3412415
"Let's just not do something like that again ok? and I hope you can tell me why you did it when you feel it's ok"

>>3412415
"We won't do something like that Cam, we will be ok, but we can't have secrets between us, how about you tell me that and then you can ask me anything you want."

>>3412415
Cam I will give you some space but I want you to know that you can always talk to me. It always helps me when I talk about my worries.

> If you feel like that again.... Like you have to do something drastic.... Please talk to me.... It's better if we plan stuff together, two heads are better than one yeah? One of us might notice something the other does not, or one of us might have an idea....

>>3412415
>leave it be
Honestly "okay" is a lot of things

“Okay,” you say as well. Cam’s not really leaving you much to work with. Guess you have to go back to yes and no questions. “Let’s just... talk to one another, and not do something like that again, okay?”

She nods, “Okay.”

‘Okay’, exactly what you expected. And you have no way of really knowing it it was a dismissive ‘okay’ or not.

“Okay,” you nod as well. “I’ll give you a little space then.” Standing up you stretch yourself and let out a yawn, “But you can always talk to me, you know?”

A nod was all the response you get, but she watches you intently while you shake out your legs a little. She’s not noticing you’re going commando, does she? You really need to check if whomever they sent to pick stuff up from home has come back already. It’s been a while.

“Don’t go.”

“Just would have gone to check something.” You give her a smile. “Think you can walk?” Another nod. “Then why don’t you accompany me a bit?”
>cont. in next thread

>>3416091
Thnks for running

>>3416091
Thanks for the run! I've loved this idea of a character-focused superhero story with no prior superheroes so far.

Yeah, I've really been enjoying this too! Looking forwards to the next thread!

>>3416091
Thanks for running!

>>3416164
>>3416620
>>3417158
>>3417314
Thanks for the support

>>3416620
>with no prior superheroes so far.
well, no caped crusaders at least. You do know that at least your father has had powers before you.

>character focused
I just hope people don't start waifufagging when I introduce more characters

but any problems that Chris will have to deal with will be small scale for the most part
but I'll not just have it be slice of life.

>>3417536
>I just hope people don't start waifufagging when I introduce more characters
I restrain myself, but it’s unlikely that will occur in aggregate.

>>3417543
The restrain will probably be due to his shy and suspicious nature towards anything not Cam
But he's still a teenager so I don't know.

When will the next thread be?

>>3417557
>When will the next thread be?
I'll type up a few happenings that don't quite require player input...
actually there's still something I want to do here before I jump thread, so next update will be within 4 hours

>>3417652
Coolio

>>3417652
nice

Thankfully they have brought more than just a fresh pair of underpants for you but actually a small bag full of stuff, including your diskman and a few CDs.

You can only wonder in what state that house is or what the others in the community are thinking. Your father was clearly dead, so did they move him in a- what are those vehicles called that they transport corpses in? Something similar to a horse.

How obvious is it that you killed your father to them? What rumors will spread? Does it even matter? You will most likely never return. So, no, it does not matter.

Or does it?

They’ll probably be character witnesses to you and your father and their fucking opinion may decide your future.

You hate that fact.

You feel your hand forming a fist again, only stopped by the malleability of the bread you bought just a few hours ago. It felt like that was ages ago. Another life perhaps. A life you have left behind now, with only bread to show for?

Your mind tries to go into some sort of philosophical place but utterly fails at it. One thing that happened was that you somewhat lost your connection to reality itself. Your mind is somehow working like you’re narrating for someone else. And also in a style as were it a comic, and you were a tragic hero just going through a rough patch so that the victory in the end will be all that sweeter.

Real life doesn’t work that way though. There is no assured happy end, just because you are giving your best and trying hard and believe in the power of love. You could still go to jail. You could still lose Cam.

No amount of self healing powers can stop that. It would probably only extend the time it takes for you to die if you are gunned down. You don’t know what happens if your heart or brain is hit and you’re not eager to find out. You already lost blood and feel anemic about that fact.

Can your powers regenerate bone, muscles, sinews and everything in between, but not blood? Then again, technically your blood was not damaged, so it doesn’t heal... Or maybe you’re just making shit up at this point. Maybe your fatigue and weakness is natural.

Now that all the adrenaline is gone your hand is shaking just when lifting a piece of dry bread to your mouth.

Your train of thought continued like that for a while. Cam didn’t knock you out of it since she wasn’t the greatest conversationalist, so it was allowed to just run its course.

You feel like a hypocrite too since you’re not sharing your worries with her, even though you just earlier talked about being honest with one another. But you talk yourself out of it by claiming that most of those worries were unfounded anyway... weren’t they?

When someone does finally knock you out of it the entire thing derails though.

“Mhwa, what?!”

You jumped up from your seat and look in direction of the door to Cam’s room. Not exactly a graceful action, but you can’t take it back.

>>3417773


The door opens and a nurse with a trolley comes in. “Good evening, my dears.”

“Oh...”, you stare at her a little dumbfounded as she pushes the trolley closer. “Uhh... good evening”, you greet back once you remember your manners.

“N’evenin’,” mumbles Cam as well.

“Now, while you two are – why just that – two, you look a little bit malnourished, so you get to have three. Already paid for.” We dơn'̨t ̕t̵àk̷e̛ han͢d-ou͝t̛s. “There’s a soup and a vegetarian option...”

She begins to tell you about the menu, but you were too distracted by the words that just resonated within your skull. We don’t take handouts.

“Paid for by whom?”, you ask

“Oh? Child Protective Services.”

>Don’t take it.
>Only take two portions, one for each of you.
>Eat as much as you can.

>>3417777
>Only take two portions, one for each of you.

Father mind fuckery still going in on us, defy it by taking the offered food

>>3417777
>Only take two portions, one for each of you.
After the nurse leaves ask Cam if she heard it too, in her head, just to see if she is aware dad had mind powers and that they apparently still linger

>nice get

>>3417777

>Don’t take it.

>>3417777
>Eat as much as you can

DEFIANCE

>>3417777
>Eat as much as you can.

>>3417797
>>3417804
>>3417847
>>3417896
>>3418244
may be able to squeeze something out before heading to sleep

You look to Cam who silently shakes her head. Has she heard that too? Probably. But this is where you’ll have to put your foot down on your fathers influence.

“No thanks, we’ll just need two...”

“They paid for three, I’ll leave you with three.” She just activated sass mode. “I don’t mind collecting it uneaten in an hour.”

You cross your arms, but she returns the gesture, tapping her foot for a few seconds before you give in.

“Fine, a menu 1 and two menu 2s.”

“Comin’ up, hun’.” She puts three bowls of soup, and three trays of the ordered menus on the table before you. “Thank you for your co~op~er~a~tion~” she sang the last word while making her way out again.

Out in the hallway you see detective... Elisabeth – you never got her last name – on a seat reading a newspaper. You were still under observation, but that didn’t surprise you...

“We are not supposed to take handouts”, Cam informs you.

“Yeah,” you follow after the nurse to the door, but stop in the middle of the room. You’re not sure if you should follow through on that idea, so you ask Cam, “should we offer Elisabeth that third menu?”

Cam thinks for a moment but then shrugs.

As verbal as ever when it comes to voicing her opinion.

>invite Elisabeth in to eat
>offer Elisabeth one of the menus
>The nurse can collect an uneaten meal too, you don’t care.
>eat it yourself. The nurse had been right, either of you are malnourished and have emptied your stomachs contents at least once today

>>3418306
>eat it yourself. The nurse had been right, either of you are malnourished and have emptied your stomachs contents at least once today
Provided that "yourself" means sharing it with Cam.
Also, see if we can biosync Cam into rejecting our dear old Dad's influence. With her permission, of course.

>>3418333
>yourself
yes, that was the plural 'you'

>>3418306
>offer Elisabeth one of the menus

>>3418306
>offer Elisabeth one of the menus

>>3418306
>>offer Elisabeth one of the menus

but I support>>3418333 in trying to get Cam to realize or get rid of the suggestions like we did

>>3418306
>eat it yourself. The nurse had been right, either of you are malnourished and have emptied your stomachs contents at least once today
That's dad talking, we should ignore it.

We both will feel better with the food and be glad we ignored him.

>>3418343
In that case it would be "yourselves"
>offer Elizabeth one of the menus

You weren’t fast enough to catch up with the closing door and had to open it again.

“Officer... Elisabeth?”, you call out to her.

“I told you, Liz is fine”, she giggles lightly. “What’s the matter?”

“Well, uhm... Cam and I got an additional lunch menu, and ahh... we were wondering if you might want to have it?”

“Oh,” she looks quite surprised. Similar to you, that was not how you expected today’s dinner to go. But now that you see her contemplating you believe she was looking for a painless way to tell you ‘no’.

“Y-You don’t have to, of course,” you immediately follow up, “It’s just- well, we have this extra one ‘cause, like, the nurse said we-” -look malnourished. Which was true. Either of you should eat more. “It’s fine, you don’t-”

“No, it’s very nice of you to ask,” she already stood up, “Yes, I- would not mind eating with you and your sister.”

Your mouth slightly opens. You kinda only wanted to dump the extra menu on her and leave it be again, but she assumes you invited her in. A quick glance around the hall tells you that there was no proper table on which she could even eat the menu if you’d gave it to her. The tray is hot, so eating from ones lap would not work comfortably either.

You sigh. You can’t un-invite her now. Nodding you open the door farther for her to step in.

We really need to fight that mind fuckery off.....

>>3424182
I'd honestly appreciate if it won't be a matter of one dice roll. A gradual built-up instead of an abrupt, OP change.

new thread tomorrow europe-evening
this one will probably be archived by that time, so look in the catalog for me or wait until I shill in qtg

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=persons+of+interest

>>3424644
>new thread tomorrow europe-evening
I lied

new Thread is up!
>>3425382
>>3425382
>>3425382