The post isn't asking about how to physically carry her you nerds.

4/100. She's pretty clearly feelin' it.

C4, 100. Definitely

Woah, I just came here to see if there were any kind of updates after a long time. So some of us have been missing stuff?

>>1026040
Ok, this thing. It's really gonna rustle them bitchin' bishops outside and all of you really seem to look forward to bring the whole mansion down.
If you guys were to pick a better option to sacrifice over, maybe then.

Also, as stubborn as Mona is, it would be nice to take that sourness out of her and see her genuinely smile again.

>>1026040
c5/73

Gotta turn up the romance for this one.

No lewding, she's with a guy, it would make things complicated.

> >>1032001 >she's with a guy
She's not.

Charlemagne 2022/05/14(Sat)10:09 No. 1032220 ID: 06495a
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You can feel the spots of swelling on your body and hers form the last time you picked her up to hoist her over a barbed wire fence. If you could forget about the circumstance this would almost be pleasant.

Back before you broke with the law you and Jimbo used to share girls all the time, including one certain rabbit. You're not bothered in the slightest by him going after anyone in town. So long as he doesn't hurt them…

You bump Rita's head against the door frame of her bedroom.

Rita: "Bah!"

You: "Whoops."

You rest her in her bed. A sharp thud on the roof makes you both jump.

Lofty Lorraine? Plz let that be Lofty Lorraine and not a reverend that made that sound
Tuck Rita in bed and go check out the window if there is one

>You bump Rita's head against the door frame
lmao, so much for romantically carrying her

Should head to the Snayor. Now that Rita's damned us all with her lust we need to get going.

Advise her to relieve herself if she's still horny. You won't endanger the house.

>>1032226
Lorraine makes her thud noises against the ground, not the roof.
Explain to Rita that the noise is a very good reason to keep your voice down and not make certain noises, such as grunts and moans, if you get my meaning.
If there is a window, keep it the hell closed.

If you were to both sin quickly, you wouldn't be endangering the house as much.

And if you were under the sheets, god couldn't even see the sin.

Let's go talk to Susanna.
I wanna know why the reverends she killed didn't stay dead.

It would be sinful to have sex with Rita and that would agitate the reverends. What to do...

Here's an idea. Sex is only sinful if done outside of marriage, right? So if they think the two of you are married, and are having sex for the purpose of procreation, it's possible they would excuse the act. There ain't much brain inside those rotting bodies anyway.

Therefore, I suggest that you and Rita have a roleplay session where the two of you pretend to be a married couple.

> >>1032376 >why the reverends didn't stay dead
They don't stay dead because they're immortal, like Susanna. They get resurrected when killed or captured.

>>1032220
>A sharp thud on the roof makes you both jump.
Yep, they be watching.

>>1032453
I think the idea would work if there were more love than lust involved, I don't think they care much for a marriage certificate. That would be interesting.

Also, Chuck has become natural bait for them. He does possess a sort of control over them at this point, and all he needs to do is think about fucking a girl wildly. Hell, all the girls at once, why not.

>>1032453
No. Nelson and Susana could get back up from most wounds because they are some kind mystical creatures demigod-thingies.

The three reverends were mortals, but after Susana killed, they became revenants.
Why? When everyone else dies in Coxwette, they stay dead.

Charlemagne 2022/08/26(Fri)22:12 No. 1041931 ID: 7711f1
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Yeah!

What kind of hypocrite would you be if you lectured Rita on the dangers of sex, appropriating the deliciousness of pie to suit your puritanical metaphor, then immediately had sex with her?

Rita sits on the bedside and rests her legs, then rolls onto her belly with a kind of carelessness you're now afraid to show. Now just isn't the time Rita. The simple pleasures you found in Coxwette no longer hold the guarantee of someday becoming fond memories.

No. You're going to resist.

"Hey did I misread you or something?" says Rita.

"Ah, no. I was definitely trying to bone down."

Resist.

"Thought so. I was gonna show you what me and Jimbo just did."

FUCK. think unsexy thoughts

sock garters…
dagwood sandwich
concrete
hangnails…

Charlemagne 2022/08/26(Fri)22:13 No. 1041932 ID: 7711f1
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A slow sputtering scrape comes from the roof, traveling from one end to the other. You and Rita look up and followed it with your eyes. Her grin subsides and she sits criss-crossed.

"Is it going to be like this forever?" she says. "I feel like I just lived for the first time, and now…"

"I know. I just gotta talk to Susanna," you say. "I'll… come back."

You leave the room, stiff. This house is exhausting to navigate and you pass disjointed conversations and bits of commotion in search of the mayor. There is music, laughter, and someone having some kind of breakdown. The reverends are patrolling the roof. You're somewhere in the middle of the house and have no lead on where Susanna might be holed up.

Charlemagne 2022/08/26(Fri)22:13 No. 1041933 ID: 7711f1
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You find her on the ground floor lounging on one of the sofas by the fireplace. She has a bottle of Plath gin in her hand.

"Hhhhwwell," says Susanna, breathy and dramatic, "If it isn't my lover. The king of the cats. Come to run up the ch-… … chimney?"

Awww shucks, she's drunk isn't she?

ehh, fuck it, we've come this far. Time to tell her our plan, recruit her, and get to the bottom of everything.

>Come to run up the ch-… … chimney?

Also, ask her "What do I look like, Santa Claus" (sorry, couldn't resist)

Need your chimney swept again? My, you're a dirty girl.
Speaking of horny thoughts, tell her your brilliant plan to kill three birds with one stone: You, her, Davey, and Ramona all sneak down to the basement and have a little adventure...

Was that a really tortured metaphor for anal?

You know, it just dawned on me that we were really fucking stupid not to ask Suzanna to teach Chuck magic.

>>1041933
Tell her you're uh, trying not to do anything sexual so as to not provoke the reverends.

Oh thank fuck it's back. Don't care if the rest is SFW, make a finale so magnificent it will make Didney cry in envy.

"Susanna. Tell me what you really are. What your powers do."

Nah we're doing vaginal the next time we have sex. Just not right now.

Tell her you're trying not to and start explaining the plans.

>>1041936
Also this.

We're trying the front door next time. Unfortunately no sex till we situation approves.

I didnt know vampires could get drunk

Is that Plath liquor? I thought it was all destroyed.
Anyway the chimney-sweeping is on hold for now until certain friends are dealt with.
Feel free to sit down with her for a bit, maybe get a cup and have a sip of the stuff yourself if there’s any left to share.

Charlemagne 2022/08/27(Sat)11:45 No. 1041976 ID: 7711f1
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"I'm not shooting for anal this time," you said, holding up your hand.

"Ha!" she crossed her scarred legs, "well, don't worry, I won't have my way with you."

You scrunched up your face. "Where'd you get that liquor? Sally dumped all of it," you said, walking beside the couch and looking her over. She was still in a bath robe.

"There was some left in the warehouse," she replied, leaving you with your mouth ajar. Susanna had made the most perilous and supernatural booze run in human history and only grabbed a single bottle. You were unsure what to say. She held the bottle in offer and you refused it. Your reply might have been different had it been, say, cigarettes, but you and Sophie's bender at her place sated your liquor lust.

"Did you get any more? You know Ramona's an alcoholic, right?"

Susanna blew air out of her lips like a horse, "Then she can go get some herself."

Charlemagne 2022/08/27(Sat)11:45 No. 1041977 ID: 7711f1
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You took a deep breath steeling yourself to admit your plans to the mayor, "She and Davey and I are going into the basement. I want you to come along."

She turned grave and sat up, looking in your eyes and turning the rest of the room dark. You averted your gaze immediately.

"Our fate will probably be upon us soon, if that's what you mean to ask of me," she said.

"Just tell me. We're already dead, right?"

"No, not dead. We are snared. That was Nelson's gift, trapping the mind and body and soul. First with words, then with love, and then with a curse." she said, "He could lock you in a cage for a day and then set you free, and you would soon be pleading to be locked up again."

Charlemagne 2022/08/27(Sat)11:45 No. 1041978 ID: 7711f1
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"Is that what you've wanted to know?" she said dropping the bottle on the floor. It toppled over without breaking and rolled under the far couch. "You've been cursed by a warlock."

And....if the people that die here stay dead unless you help...why don't the reverends? Why did they even get back up in the first place?

All I want to know is whether you'll come with me, or if you plan to stay here and wallow in... whatever "this" is.

I'm still curious about the how, but that's not important. I believe the why was to ensure you wouldn't be lonely. So come with us and escape.

You appreciate her candor, honestly. This whole situation has been... confusing at times. Not too long ago you had no idea 'magic' was real, f'example, so straight shooting on the topic is probably for the best.

What are curses, though? What's the nature of this one? What are they powered by? This whole situation seems to have been pretty self-sustaining to have lasted as long as it did. Why'd your horndog nature so upset it?

... fuck, that's a tip on the nature of the curse, isn't it?

"Susanna, it's time for you to accept a confusing yet concluding fact: this Hell isn't perfect.

That's the only reason I haven't walked out the door to three gnashing, praying jaws.

See you in three hours."

>>1041978
Okay. Let's break the curse, then. We can set everyone free, then go somewhere we won't be persecuted for our base desires or spooky mind magic.

Charlemagne 2022/08/27(Sat)15:47 No. 1042007 ID: 7711f1
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You thought about disbelieving her but you were too fed-up. You had seen and heard too much in this town with your own eyes to continue believing the world you grew up in was not supernatural.

>>1041993

"Kill the reverends or break the curse, Susanna," you said. A pleasant weakness washed over your whole body, a kind of acceptance, or the very end of a bad dream.

"I wish you had been there," she said, reaching over the arm of the couch and opening another bottle of gin. "You'd know how bad things were. They're an inv- hhhk -vincible foe."

The calm that came a moment ago dissipated. Your stomach tightened and a cold sweat clammed you from head to toe.

"You should have told us this sooner."

"Why? They've never had a focus this clear on the village before," she said.

"The village? You mean the town," you squeezed your eyes shut, overcautious when she made eye-contact with you, "and stop doing that eye thing god damn it. I mean it."

"Yes, yes… I'll try. It takes sssssssssssso much willpower not to," she took a small swig and offered it to you once again.

You refused it though the temptation was growing.

Charlemagne 2022/08/27(Sat)15:48 No. 1042009 ID: 7711f1
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>>1041989

"There's no way this is my fault. There's no way it started with me," you said, fearful.

Susanna hid her smile again. "Maybe not. There were episodes of carnality in the past, none of them ending well. But I'm a force of nature, you see. It wasn't easy to keep them in line without revealing these terrifying secrets. I don't know how long it will take for the the reverends to lose their… whatever. Attention on the house," she said, "They might wander back into the woods for a time, but as soon as sin happens, they'll come back. So it always goes. If you could see this place as I could. It's just… a tepid soup of errant souls and meat. Explosions of color and darkness all over."

She paused to wrap her lips around the bottle again. "There are screams coming from the well at all times. I'm not sure if you can hear them." Another drink.

You recalled your first experiences with Susanna. You remembered seeing her fight the reverends to a standstill in the town square. "If you can hurt em, you can kill em," you said. It was as much to reassure yourself.

"I wish that was true," she said, running a hand over the gnarled scar on her stomach covered by the robe. "Nelson was a remarkable man, but as far as I can tell, this curse is a travesty of errors. He planned to set it in motion upon his death, to trap everyone in place instantly, but it took about three days to ensnare the poor people he lured into his village. No one who died during that period stayed dead. Of course… I didn't know that at the time. To this day, the curse seems to 'breathe'."

You followed her hand with your eyes. It really was a nasty scar down there. Part of it hung loose like a flap and the rest was a spiral of knotted keloid flesh. Unlike any other part of her body, the scar was ugly.

"But no one else here is safe," she said. "And sometimes the snare catches more people to f… hhhk fall in love with."

A reverend walked overhead, creaking the roof.

"Ramona won't want me down there," she said. "I bet."

Leave. Let her stew on this.

>>1042009
Tell her that she and Ramona are the ones best suited to investigating whatever mess is down there. If there is a way out, they will be able to find it. Also she should stop drinking. She'll need to be sober.

Her love for her daughter outweighs her hatred for you. How long will it take you to sober up so you can focus on not driving the wedge in further?

Ramona might not want you down there, but everyone else might. do it for them. Plus, I don't think she's in a state to care about letting you in or not much longer.

It’s not a matter of what people want anymore, even if I sound like a bit of a hypocrite considering how i’ve been going.
I want this expedition to have the best chance of success, whatever it takes.

Out of curiosity, how much did you know about Nelson’s potion making? Like what kind of potions did he make besides reveyee?

The situation could be growing more and more dire. I'm sure Ramona understands the situation, and would be willing to sheath the hatchet here for a moment to help everyone.

Charlemagne 2022/08/28(Sun)08:55 No. 1042054 ID: 7711f1
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She got up, supporting herself on the couch, and put her hand on your shoulder.

>>1042015
>>1042033

"Ramona barely gets out of bed," you said, "She's in no condition to give you shit over this. I think she realizes how bad things are. Feels like yesterday I was riding the, what was it… ladies' fixed-gear pannier bicycle? And now-"

"If you want to do this, I don't know what will happen down here. One of us may die. We may get trapped. I will do my best to make sure we return unharmed."

You touched her arm too. It didn't seem to provoke the reverend. Susanna gave you a deep, gin-flavored kiss that reminded you at once of Ramona.

"How ya so sure the reverends are invincible?" you said.

"Because" she replied, "I'm invincible. They had the opportunity to burn me while I was still just a witch. Instead they killed me with water, so I rose that night by Nelson's curse and killed them with steel. What you see are their bodies as I left them"

You crossed your legs a bit to hide your erection at the thought of an amazonian snake warrior witch, which you felt would have been tonally inappropriate.

"…risen," she said.

You smiled at her but your mind was racing inside. You looked around the room and remembered it as you saw it days before when you were under the effects of Ramona's brew.

>>1042028

"What do you know about Nelson's potions?" you said.

Susanna got tight lipped, the same way she always did when she was going to be cryptic. Her eyes began to darken and you squeezed her arm to snap her out of it.

"Sorry. I don't realize when I'm doing it. You just have to trust me that I'm not lying to you," she said, "Nelson tried to create an elixir that would enable people to do what we do. The carnal speech. When I look in your eyes Chuck"

Charlemagne 2022/08/28(Sun)08:55 No. 1042055 ID: 7711f1
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"I do want to communicate with you this way," she said, out-gripping you with the hand on your shoulder. "It's just tragic that it distresses you so badly. Thank you for keeping me honest."

You felt a deep sense of threat. You doubted reality. Did she get you? Did that asshole snake fuck with your mind again? You began to experience the effects of reveyee wearing off.

"Is this a vision?" you said.

"A what?"

"Are you giving me another vision trip to trick me into thinking something's happening?"

"I- I told you, I don't know what you mean. I can't see what you see. We share thoughts, that's all."

"Well. Stop it," you said, but gave her a smile. It was an uneasy smile made easier by her good looks.

"Yes. Of course. I'm sorry. Give me a few hours to sober up. Will you talk to Ramona first? Don't ask permission. Just tell her I'm coming," she said, withdrawing from you and straightening out her bathrobe. "I just don't want to dive into this… hhhk cold. Do you understand what I mean?"

a) "Sure. I'll talk to her." - Go talk to Ramona now, alone.
b) "You're the mayor. Talk to her yourself." - Let Susanna talk to Ramona when she's ready. You can go do something else instead.
c) "She's not gonna care if you're drunk. Let's go talk to her now." - Go with Susanna to talk to Ramona now. No time to wait.

C, we don't have the luxury of time to let her sober up. Hash it out quickly, and do not let the situation deteriorate.

Just realized that C is technically BOTH A and B, whoops! I'll support C in that case with us as the mediator, but instead, wait until Snayor sobers up in a few hours before we both talk to Ramona, not immediately.

We can tell Ramona now in order to easr her into the idea and then bring Susana later.

Before we leave, ask Susana "Did you ever figured out how you and Nelson were born? Why you were put in the world?

A. There is no time pressure, as long as you keep it in your pants... Don't rush this.

Geeze Chuck, why you gotta be such an insensitive douche towards her. You know her story now and all that BS you thought about her was wrong. It's like you can't let go of the "something's up with this crazy bitch" reactions you had when she was suspect and not understandable.

I mean, she's obviously desperate to connect with someone after all this time playing housekeeper for this fucked up place. Keeping shit together for other people's benefits is a laudable good, even if she didn't go about it in a way you like. Give her some reassurance before you go tearing off to try and convince Davey to ride shotgun on this trip.

Drunkenness usually leads to regretting stuff later. I vote A: go talk to Ramona alone, right now.

C - and bring the rest of the booze bottle. Ramona might have meds now, but one last tipple to make her feel better would be a far better peace offering than none. Just stay on hand to keep a lid on the mayor's carnal speech - Susannah's a bit emotionally unjiggered and she has admitted to have a hard time controlling herself when she's distraught.

And... hm. I think another connection's finally clicked.

>bits of burnt flesh shows up whenever the Reverends are attacked
>Reverends are eternal, can't be contained, they full of bullshit magic
>Nelson was burned by the Reverends
The reverends are all filled up with bits of burnt flesh. But Susanna didn't burn them. By all accounts she chopped them to pieces. She once stated she regretted not burning them. So why are these seemingly immortal goons all full of greasy ash?

Here's a theory: When they ganged up on him they didn't give Nelson a whole lot of time to change his whole ritual setup - they went straight for torching him right there on the couch. That's why the curse is so jumbled and messed-up - he had everything more or less set up to generate his little everlasting love ritual pocket dimension and then he had to change things on the fly.

And... standing over him, the Reverends must've breathed in bits of his ashes, his burnt flesh, breathed in his hate and his will, all directed at his oppressors and his betrayer. Using their obsession with 'sin' - and maybe some sympathetic flesh magic bullshit - to lay down his final curse, through his greatest work, the ritual that created Coxwette.

So no, you're not the one who is cursed, Chuck. They are. Susannah is. Love is.

Exhibit 1:
You and Cletus' souls are overlapping. Cletus did something - something that involved true love, that left him able to escape Coxwette. That's why it got easier for the Reverends to find town when you got here. Nevermind all that sinnin' you did, you also got to have a bit of that love in you... and those fuckers must exist to hunt that shit down. Cletus' girlfriend, the Plath girl on the roof? She was thrown to her death... because she was in love and outside the protections of the house. We've been racking our heads as to who killed her when it's so fucking obvious - it was the fucking Reverends. It's what they do.

Exhibit 2:
And said fucking Reverends only really truly started going into high gear after you had a go with Susannah and did that whole Carnal Speech thing - it encouraged raw honesty, it made you see Susannah for who she was and vice verse, not some soulless controlling monster, just a scared and desperate woman filled with strange powers and so much care it hurts, and she opened up more to you than she has to anyone in ages.

For all that she loved her people, she hadn't made love to them that way before, at least not for a good long while. There's no helping not having a feeling of togetherness after that - and she is internally desperate for more.

Exhibit 3:
So the Reverends twigged even more on her - and on you, after this. When choosing between you and a moonshiner, they happily chased you. Where before they had feared Susannah, now they went toe to toe with her. Because you touched base the way Nelson wanted to - and that more than anything is something a petty warlock laying down his final punishment would forbid.

>"There's no way this is my fault."
It was never (just) your raunchy attitude that caused this, or even the Reverends' obsession with sin. It's love, connection, togetherness - everything that Nelson wanted to achieve - that has been turned on its head to be the beacon for his final revenge, using the very fools who burned him as tools, stuffed with his eternally burnt flesh and (seemingly) bound to their task with a single-minded obsession.

That's also why they went for Marcie, same as with the Plath girl. Because you AND her were starting to have real feelings for one another and their bullshit nature allows them to sense that. That's why this town's such a miserable crapsack place, because every time love occurs, the Reverends - or Susannah, in her fear and misapprehension - stomps it out. To keep it that way, forever, for Susannah. So that she, the only true eternal thing here, may love and lose again and again and again and again.

And the people do die, but their souls stay - and they scream up from the well to those who can hear.

...anyway! Just some idle thoughts. Might not just be 'sin', but also love and togetherness and Carnal Speech that might really fucking twig the Reverends. So, y'know. Maybe if you all became solitary misanthropes they'd actually go away faster. Or if both you and the mayor left the place they'd probably all follow you two unless there was a hell of an orgy going on inside.

>>1042055
A

>>1042084
Eureka moments collection i cant disagree with

Just for lulz, another wondrous possibility:

>No one who died during that period stayed dead
... is there a particular reason why that couldn't have included ol' Nelson "Burnface" McAshes in some messed-up way?

Charlemagne 2022/08/29(Mon)19:06 No. 1042209 ID: 7711f1
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"Sure, I'll go ahead and talk to Ramona," you said. It was the safer the option, but you were a good criminal. A passable enough criminal at least to know when to be cautious. You paused for a second, enjoying her company before a question came to mind. "Do you know how you ended up magical?"

"Nnnnnnno, not exactly. Nelson might have, but he never told me. I remember waking up in the oak woods. Further back than that, there's just a sense of sudden pain," she said. It didn't explain much.

"You ought to lie down," you said and she nodded. You took a bottle of gin with you and headed for the stairs.

"Tell the hag that there's hope," she called after you.

"Yeah, sure. I'll check with you later."

You debated whether or not to even relay that last message to Ramona. Before walking upstairs, you grabbed on gin bottle and gazed at the grand portrait of Nelson Plath hanging over the fireplace.

He had a smug satisfied look on his face.

Charlemagne 2022/08/29(Mon)19:06 No. 1042210 ID: 7711f1
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When you arrived in Ramona's room with one bottle of gin in hand, surprised to find her out of bed. She was dressed in blue jeans, a tied up shirt, and some yellow galoshes, performing stretches to the tune of David Bowie's Heroes coming from a yellowing 8-track player.

"Lookin' good," you said.

First she looked irritated, possibly still thinking about your conversation earlier about the sun room, but she fixated on the bottle. "Where did you find that?"

"Susanna got it from the warehouse," you said. "Want some?"

"Why'd she do that?"

"She wanted to drink, I guess. She's coming with us to the basement to offer protection," you said. You handed her the bottle and she eyed it before setting it on her nightstand.

Ramona stood up from her last stretch and marched over to you, defensive.

"It's not like I can stop her!" you said, holding your hands up. "She said there's hope."

Her expression softened.

"Let's both drink plenty of reveyee first," she said.

>agree (drink some)
>decline (don't drink some)

Charlemagne 2022/08/29(Mon)19:06 No. 1042212 ID: 7711f1
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You felt like you averted confrontation between drunk Susanna and probably slightly drunk Ramona. You took out your little black notebook and blew the dust off of the cover. You also thought about what mischief you could get up to while Susanna was face down on the sofa.

You have assembled a party to enter the basement. You may do this at any time after Susanna is sobered.

>>1042210
agree, she's the one with the spiritual knowhow here.

Agree. You're just worried about its effects on the reverends when using it with Susanna. If you could get used to it, you might acquire the taste.

>>1042210
>reveyee
Yeah, alright. Susanna deserves to find out what that's like, anyway. She didn't know if Nelson succeeded or not.

Drink a little

Drink.
The issue isn’t lack of trust, but simply that when stressed she may use carnal speech unintentionally and that would cause us to lock up in a potentially dangerous situation.

Decline.

If my guess is correct, you'll need your spiritual mind to be open once you get into the catacombs. Also, for Susanna's sake, as her speech may come to be necessary. You can always take the reveyee later.

>>1042258
Last time we took Reveyee it took about an hour to take effect, and... I'm not sure how long it lasted, actually. Not too long? So the timing is sort of important, but it also left Chuck right zonked out of his gourd, so doing it out there with the reverends could be excessively risky unless it can be used to keep them away somehow.

Further, according to the 'Nelson's curse was a last-minute flip of his original intent' curse theory above, connecting to one another through Carnal Speech - and perhaps especially Susannah - might set the Reverends off badly.

So if we do take the drink, maybe warn people to stay away from the windows, and get someone to, y'know, keep you from wandering out of bounds of its protective sphere?

Last time we got a solid clue from Chuck, so I'm not opposed to taking another swig now, but there is one thing that speaks for waiting with it until we get to whatever the hell the well is: it allows you to see the world in an altered state, and somewhat like how Susannah sees things. If the choice is now or never, do it now. If we can bring it with us and somehow engineer a situation where we can use it while at the well, let's try doing that. For all we know, the only way we can properly even interact with what's going on there is to have drunk reveyee recently or be someone like Susannah.

Of course you're going to try it. You're going on a mystic journey, take your mystic potion before you head out or your just... full of shit.

Don't be a pussy chuck. You are going to down half a bottle of the stuff and trip balls while achieving higher understanding of the world. Balls to the wall.

Charlemagne 2022/08/31(Wed)19:02 No. 1042430 ID: 7711f1
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Ramona went to the kitchen and brought you some of her large reveyee preparation.

"HUUUUEEEH"

"HHHUUUUEEH"

You gagged from the taste. You have rarely tried the stuff without it being masked by food. This batch in particular tastes more foul than any you had tried before.

"Why does it taste so bad this time?" you said.

"I used vinegar to create the tincture. For potency," she replied. The putrid mixture reeked of vinegar, anise, cumin, and some chemical aftertaste you only remembered from Ramona's cooking in the weeks prior.

"HHHHHUUUEEEHH"

You have been inoculated from Susanna's mind magic. This is temporary, but Ramona has plenty of it. Though curious why she was so adamant, you breathed a sigh of relief that you did not have to worry about being manipulated by the mayor for a while. If you were looking for some of the psychoactive brew, that stuff was still locked in the SOLARIUM.

Well, you've got some time. Doesn't seem like the Reverends are acting aggressively or seeking entry at the moment, despite you and Rita's antics. And who know what else Jimbo and Julia had been up to.

>>1042430
Well, I suppose you have Rita waiting. I don't know if Jimbo left Rita wanting, so it's probably best to give the poor girl some love. Remember, catholics don't like it when a woman is left unsatisfied so maybe the Reverends will be more pissed off if you leave her hanging for too long.

Damn shame though, because I bet you seeing Ramona work her aerobics made you want to spend the night with her.

Huh, I thought I remembered it having the opposite effect. Look around the house for Julia.

>>1042481
Same. Though I recall now that was a different brew. That was some experimental brew by Nelson that was intended to let mortals speak Carnal for a bit. If both parties speak Carnal, I think the melding, or whatever, is a bit more intense/complete than if just one of them do. We haven't tried that yet - perhaps thankfully so as it really might twig the Reverends/Nelson's curse.

On review, Ramona already promised you a flask of the stuff from the Solarium for later. Just hold her to that and don't chug it too soon. Or too late.

>Check on who?
Look for Julia and Jimmy, figure out what kind of trouble they in (they in trouble, don't you just know it - oh god, what if they bust into the Solarium and try drinking the shit there and start staring longingly into each others' eyes?).

It's not that you owe them that much, but... maybe your connection to them drew them in somehow. Maybe they have one last ace up their sleeve to hand you before you head downstairs. Or one of them's ferreted out where you can find that STURDY BACKPACK so you can bring more stuff.

But do drop by common room areas to ask if anyone's seen them. That way you can coincidentally see how other people - and Marcie - is doing. Y'know?

Officer Layla did ask for donuts and Marcie might be happy to be quested. And then you can run one more delivery for her.

Now that I remember, didn't Susanna say Reveyee was poison?

>>1042514
For 'her kind', I believe.

Reveyee closes your mind, but Nelson's speech potion opens it...
I wonder what would happen if you took both at the same time.

Go check out Julia and Jimbo I suppose.

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>Check on Julia

You had only been in Ramona's room for about twenty minutes. You last remembered hearing Julia was in the very back of the ground floor near where Layla was hiding out, but you ran into Julia at the top of the stairs to the living room. She had a small bottle of gin in her hands and no pants on.

"Alright, who'd you sleep with?" you said.

"Excuse me? I didn't sleep with anyone," she said.

"Who'd you fuck then"

She paused and looked down at the bottle, spinning it in her fingers. "The snake," she said.

"…snake?"

"Yeah, in the sitting room," she said. "She got one look at me tits and wouldn't take no for an answer."

You sputtered. "B-"

"Not that I'd say no to her," she said.

"Gimme the booze Julia," you said, holding out your hand.

"Piss off I won't," she said. "What's a matter with you? You sound like my fuckin' granny. No sex! No liquor!"

"You just don't know what you're trapped in," you said. "I'm not going to explain this to you."

She shrugged. "Ok. Talk to me when you're fun again."

"Listen, this town is filled with wierdoes and that snake woman down there is real dangerous. She just came in here naked with a sword from fighting off those psychos, damn it!"

"Sex makes you a targeting beacon for the Preachers! I'm supposed to be the bait, we don't have the guards needed to defend two baits!"

Holy FUCK I'm laughing so hard!

Not only did Chuck say no to the most thirsty blowjob from Rita, but he also missed out on the Real Bad Girls™ sex, possibly a threesome? No wait, it's even worse than that. Susanna just got a one up on Chuck? Holy shit ahahaha, this is just sad... Hmm, I guess Susanna wasn't kidding with the heathen she said she was herself.

Ask Julia if there's anything else that she saw happen in the mean time. Did she talk with Jimmy?

Also, dayum, you don't get to see barely dressed sexy bunnies every day. Try not to stare at her too much~

Cool the temp, she doesn't know what she's doing. Gotta handle her scared rebel ass differently than just get upset she doesn't 'get it'. To be fair, people be cooped up, and your old friends got old habits and no easy way to deal with this weird situation they're all in, no fun drugs to make the shakes or doldrums go away. With a buncha people round here having loosening inhibition, Susannah more so than most, ain't weird at all they'd resort to sex if offered.

... how much have you really told 'em of what's gone on her, even? Like, really told 'em, crazy bits and all?

Just tell her to hold on and dump some truth. You ain't telling her to go clean or not to have sex with whoever she fucking wants. You're telling her something else entirely. You're telling her your story. Abbreviated.

And then, when you're done, you say: she wanna fuck? She can go ahead, you ain't her mom or her grammama. But she'd do you a real favor if she kept it cool for a bit. You'd really like to FIND OUT what's going on here before anyone FUCKS AROUND too much and makes it all moot.

>>1043090
have a dawning realization that the entire town is probably having sex with someone right now in this house
Layla's probably the only one doing nothing because of her arm...

Wait, Layla left her post watching Julia too... what happened to her? She was thinking about donuts... do you think her and Marcie?

>>1043101
Also, she might not actually have done anything and is just saying it to mess with you? For one, she doesn't seem too overly freaked out and if the mayor bipped her boobs I find it unusual that she wouldn't have been drawn into summa dat Carnal Speech and been left absolutely flabbergastered.

Wait. You don't think her and Layla... did she have at it with a cop?

>>1043090
We dont need two baits as i am the master bait

>>1043099
Oh yeah, and speaking of fun stuff, ask her how the sex was. Argue with her about whose snayor screw techniques are better.

Looks like Julia is causing problems again. I wonder if Susanna used her powers on her to force her to have sex. Hopefully this won't cause lasting damage.

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>>1043101

Come to think of it, maybe this town has rubbed off on you. You embrace a cooler head with the loathsome rabbit and sigh through your nose. You dated Julia off and on for long enough to know that trying to get her to do anything was all but futile, and telling her not to do something was a sure way to make it her goal. Sometimes you suspect she might be a sociopath who lured you and Jimbo into her orbit.

"Julia," you say, "look at my face."

She does.

"Did you see the man who chased us out of the warehouse the other night?"

"Not closely," she says.

"Do you know what a sin is?"

"Of course I know what a-" Julia snaps her underwear. "What are you getting at with this?"

"If we sin, those men will break in here and kill us," you say, pinching your fingers at her to punctuate your sincerity. "If you or Jimbo cause them to break in here with your hanky panky, you won't have to worry about them killing you because I will do it first."

Julia looks stunned. She smiles for a moment with the expectation that you're going to burst into laughter at any moment. You do not, so she loses her shit. "Oh please mate. You couldn't even shoot a bank teller. You're a kitten."

"Just be careful."

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"Oooh Father Chaaaawwwls," she croons, "I've been wicked. Aye me very soul. Ok. I'll do it for you, but I can't make any promises about Jimbo."

"How was it?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Susanna treat you alright?" you say.

"She's strong, isn't she?" Julia walks away down the hall.

You could follow her, but you don't know how much time you want to devote to keeping her out of trouble. Despite what seems to have transpired, you don't hear any new knocking on the roof.

Just get this dungeon crawl over with so you can all go back to plowing.

Follow her, it could lead to trouble.

I think following her would only make things worse. Leave her, go to next task.

>She's strong, isn't she?
"Strong and scared. Reminds me of someone. Take care, Julia."

>Sin
Sin may not be all that twigs the Reverends - love and togetherness - especially with Susannah, in that carnal speech way - might be a factor, as detailed in the theory here:
>>1042084

>What next
Go to the kitchen, make some coffee or something to help Susannah sober up faster.

Maybe ponder methods to collect and contain ashes, if that 'Plath ashes' theory is true. Could you bind it up in something? Clay? Soap? Stick it in a jar? It seems like too mortal and ordinary of a solution to work out in the long run, but maybe it could help in a small way.

Being responsible when you don't wanna sucks Chuck. You better get this shit taken care of. Why we haven't already headed to the catacombs to see if you can find whatever is holding this place together I dunno.

But I'd say it's time to gather the troops and wage war on evil puritains.

the snake immediately hunted and ate a rabbit on site

just let the people fuck because I don't think there's anything we can do about it
I don't know why, but being stuck in this horrible situation has inspired hornyness to spread more than ever before
I think there's going to be a town orgy before long

Wait until she turns a corner and then follow and spy on her, just to get an idea of what she's doing.

>>1052365
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The bunny isn't worth any more effort. You've already warned her anyway.

I think you should check up on Sally, and possibly ask her if she's seen any books around the house written by Nelson. I'm thinking, a warlock such as Nelson probably would've kept notes on the experiments and spell that he was working on, so perhaps there's a way to understand how it works or what you might be getting into down below.