>>805526
Why are you in a box in a Ruby Quest knockoff? Shouldn't we be in Station by now?

start hyperventilating and punch all the buttans!!!

Aubrey 2017/06/01(Thu)22:41 No. 805558 ID: e5b57f
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>>805536
>start hyperventilating and punch all the buttans!!!

panic PANIC PANIC PANIC

You flail your tongue, breathing fast as your heart races. You're terrified and you don't know why.

Aubrey 2017/06/01(Thu)22:41 No. 805559 ID: e5b57f
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Oh. The door opens. That's handy.

Retrieve arms from outside of box.

I bet that tasted disgusting. Lets find some kind of tooth brush, and toothpaste and water.

Stop for a bit and think carefully. What was the last thing you remember before things went dark? Have we accidentally entered a 'verse we shouldn't had? Or is this some sort of security check? Or maybe this is normal way passengers are unloaded onto the station.

Anyway. Get out of the box and look around.

Aubrey 2017/06/02(Fri)02:53 No. 805574 ID: e5b57f
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The last thing you can remember is that you and L****** were getting ready to go t—

You get out of the box.

Whaat. What was that? Ready to go where?

Oh dear.
This really isn't the time to be playing puzzles.

Hmm.
Can you undress yourself? Remove clothes so you can pose sexily in front of the camera?

Is that shutter thingy on the floor some sort of a trap door?
Also, go press the buttons next to the door. If they work.

Check the panel next to the shutter door, it looks broken but might be fixable. Also check that small box in the corner of the room, might have something useful in it.

Aubrey finds Tom.

Maybe don't fully undress? Shake some assets at the camera for shiggles, without a full-on wardrobe malfunction, perhaps.

Also, try to figure out if ALL of our suggestions/commands are influencing you unduly?

Here's a quick experiment:

Feel vaguely perturbed at nothing in particular and hop on one leg three times.

...

Now that you know whether you were compelled to do/feel that, perhaps an actual good idea: investigate other parts of the room, not just the box or the grate/hvac thing or the panel, but also other important bits; the box you came out of, the barrel, is that a terminal or a window under the camera or what?

Go stick your tongue on that crate to open it.

Aubrey 2017/06/02(Fri)23:38 No. 805683 ID: e5b57f
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You head over to the locker. Your arms appear to not be responding.

Aubrey. Your arms appear to not be responding.

Aubrey 2017/06/02(Fri)23:40 No. 805684 ID: e5b57f
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Aubrey. Your arms appear to not be responding.

Notrespondingnotrespondingnotresponding

Your voice is a harsh croak as you try to quell the panic. "Doctor... will they work again?"

A soothing touch falls on your shoulder. A familiar scent, that of L—

Aubrey 2017/06/02(Fri)23:40 No. 805685 ID: e5b57f
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It is very dark here. Even for you.

Please provide an action.

Punch the light.

Lick the light.

Aubrey 2017/06/03(Sat)00:06 No. 805688 ID: e5b57f
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>>805686

"Aubrey. Your arms appear to not be responding."

Your vision blurs as tears fill your eyes, and you can't even wipe them away. They break free and you can feel them streaming down, twin trails burning hot with shame and sorrow and fear.

You try to speak, but the tracheal tube makes it impossible. You can't even smell anything. You can't smell her. You can't ask if she survived. You hate this tube that traps you. You hate it even though it keeps you alive.

You don't want to be alive.

"They should work - we've set the fractures, and treated your lacerations."

It's all your fault.

"Frankly, you're lucky that you got out of it with as little damage as you did."

Your fault.

"Your girlfriend, however..."

NONONONONONONONONONONONO

Calm down. We don't know if she's dead for sure. And why is it your fault? There was nothing you could've done!

So what can you smell then? And hear?

Aubrey 2017/06/03(Sat)00:29 No. 805692 ID: e5b57f
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You bite back a scream as you sit up, drenched in sweat, the stench of your fear almost as overpowering as the light that stabs daggers into your eyes. Your jerk your arm up in reflex to try to block out the light, and the knot in your stomach loosens a bit in relief that your arms still work just fine.

Wait. Why wouldn't they work?

Where are you?

The last thing you can remember is gathering your things, stepping off of the Train into Station and then... here.

Your heart is pounding, and you're shaking all over, almost vibrating with terror. Whatever happened, your body thinks it's fight-or-flight time.

Oh shit.

The missing time, the signs of a waning panic attack - something has gone very, very wrong.

Something that you can't help but run away from in gross panic. The thing you hate the most in this world.

Someone wanted you to look at pictures of their children.

I understand. Anyone would react the way you did. But let's forget about such nightmares. Where is.. here? Look round and observe your surroundings.

>>805692
Examine surroundings.

If it's too bright, use your ears and nose.

Aubrey 2017/06/04(Sun)20:20 No. 805943 ID: e5b57f
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Half-blind, you fumble around you for your sunglasses and are relieved to find them next to you, sitting on what feels like your messenger bag. And next to those is what feels like... your notebook? Strange - you don't remember taking that out.

You clip your sunglasses to your snout and, sight restored, you look around yourself.

You're alone in a small room. And what a room it is.

It's like if a hippie ate fifteen rainbows and then vomited them all back up. While spinning in a circle. And jumping up and down. You are suddenly grateful that your color vision is as poor as it is, reducing what would be the interior decorating equivalent of a war crime down to just a petty misdemeanor.

The lounge couch you've been laying on, the cabinets, the ceiling, the walls - they're all at least three or four colors. Even the thick, plush carpet looks like it was the victim of a drive-by clown bukkake.

Haphazardly plastered all over the place are posters for bands you don't recognize and singers you've never heard of. You make a mental note to never listen to any of them.

You're not surprised in the slightest to see that instead of a door, there's a beaded curtain. You can't hear anything much coming from the other side, but that's due more to the ear-flattening "music" being piped into the room than anything else.

Your brain is so overloaded by the sensory assault that your nose lags behind by several seconds. It finally catches up and you realize that you can smell patchouli and lavender, coming from two incense burners resting on a chromatic abortion of a shelf.

You sniff - aha! Just as expected, you catch the lingering scent of a female lizard.


You figure that you don't have much time before someone checks in on you - what do you do?

>>805943
Read your notebook.

What a coincidence that of all the rooms you woke up in this specific one. Definitely a suspicious turn of events.

Can you confirm that the room's actually colored like that, or is it just the scents that are producing such vibrant array of colors?

Normally, the first thing you would do is to get out of such an unfamiliar place. But in this case you already know what the owners are like, so I don't think anything would be wrong even if they did find out that you invaded their privacy.

Check your bag and see if there's anything else missing, then check the notebook if something has been written or changed in it. Lastly, you should undress yourself and find out if anything undesired happened to your body while you were out.

Aubrey 2017/06/09(Fri)17:36 No. 807090 ID: e5b57f
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You can feel your eyes pleading at you for refuge from this Jackson Pollock/LSD mashup of a room, so you rule out exploring it any more, and instead reach for your notebook.

The notebook was Cass's idea, after you'd had a particularly bad episode. The smell of her worry and fear, slightly spicy and tart, flashes in your mind. She'd been crying.

You run your fingers of the textured canvas surface of what was your only tether to sanity for months. It's battered and stained and frayed at the edges.

You packed the notebook just in case, but you'd been holding out hope that you wouldn't need it. You haven't needed it for quite some time. You hold your breath, ears back, and open the tattered pages of your soul.

---

Every page in your notebook has the same text at the top. There's a greeting, followed by spaces for you to note the time and place where you realized you were having an episode. The rest of the room on each page is for writing down everything important that happens.

"Hey, Future Aubrey, it's me. You. TIME: Late afternoon? PLACE: Station, sitting outside a restaurant at a table. Half-eaten omelette.

1. Visit to Info Desk - clerk doesn't recognize me, so my first time here. Says I'm in the Shops District. Says Station doesn't need maps; just think of where you need to go and start walking, will end up there.

2. Decide to wait until blackout over to visit Tourism Authority. Ponder telling Cass we're at Station, but remember that time async makes that tough; she can just check TGchan to confirm.

3. Start walking in search of lavender smell - After few minutes, end up outside a store called "Free Love." Appears to sell sex toys. I enter the store and—

(The next couple lines of text are all scribbled out)

"4. Not gonna spoil THAT surprise! Haha! <3

Motherfucker. Past Aubrey really knows how to get under your skin.

"5. Feeling dizzy, going to Free Love's lounge to get a nap until this episode passes."

The entry ends there.

Before you can think too much about what kind of surprise could be in store, one ear swivels at the sound of the bead curtain rattling.

Hmm. Lounge room? This doesn't look like a lounge room. Have you been carried somewhere? Maybe you've been kidnapped while sleeping!

The person who's at the beads may be here to assault you. You should jump behind the couch first, before peering at who it is.

Whatever Past Aubrey got up to, it doesn't appear to be dangerous. We should make ourselves comfortable and wait to see who our new friend is. Perhaps don't let on at first that we seem to have lost our memory of them, but don't hide it if it comes up.

Stow your journal and make sure you're decent(ish). Greet your host and ask how long you've been out

Aubrey 2017/12/07(Thu)11:02 No. 850320 ID: ed67d9
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Notebook safely stashed away in your bag, you do a quick self-inspection and determine that your clothing didn't mysteriously just disappear. Good! That would have been difficult to explain!

You do your best impression of a Totally Normal And Not At All Crazy Aardvark Lady as a low shape slinks into the room.

Aubrey 2017/12/07(Thu)11:02 No. 850321 ID: ed67d9
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"Are you feeling okay?" An atavistic lizard lady perches up on her haunches and smiles at you. The scarves tied to her show that, yes, she is in fact the person responsible for the "décor" in this room. Her voice sounds both cheerful and a bit distracted, almost like she's stoned or something.

Wait.

Bright colors, patchouli, "Free Love" as the name of the store....

Goddammit. This gal is a hippie.

Kill her immediately.

>>850321
"Just feeling a little floaty is all. So who are you and how hard did we fuck last night?"

Tell her that you're ok and ask her if she needs any help with the decor. You could recommend a few people..

Also ask her about the current circumstances. How did you get here, what did you do/tell her, who else was here and.. does she have any dinosaur-like friends?

>>850321
Explain that you can't remember anything but a really, REALLY bad panic attack that made you black out.

Ask her what happened

>>850321
Tell her you're a little better but your memory is foggy. Ask for a recap.

>>850321
"Hey.. so uh, .. how was I last night?"

Aubrey 2017/12/10(Sun)20:25 No. 850864 ID: ed67d9
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"What happened? Did, we... uh... I'm assuming we had sex last night," you say to the squat lizardlady. Whose name you suddenly realize is Lacy.

She laughs, a dry hiss. The sound reminds you of heavy bags of sand slowly emptying themselves all over a hardwood floor.

"What's so funny?" Your ears splay in consternation.

"Nothin', man. You just... like, you told me the first thing you'd ask me would be, like, if we'd done it." She laughs again, covering her nose with one paw. "Annnd you told me I wasn't, like, allowed to tell you. You said it you wanted to make it some kinda crazy gaaaaame or something, playing a prank on, like, future you."

"A game." You feel like facepalming, but you refuse to give Past Aubrey the satisfaction.

"Yeah! Like... um.... what did you say, again?" You can't tell if the expression Lacy has is because she's trying to remember what you said, or because she's just like this. "Oh, right! Man, like, you have to get to know my secret and then I can reward you with what you seek. I think that's what you told me." Another dry laugh.

"...you're shitting me."

"What? Hey, none of that harsh energy! Mellow, chill ouuuut. Remember: Inner peace comes from within. So, like, are you ready to play, man?"


What do you do?
A. Play along and tell Lacy you're ready.
B. Leave. You don't have time for this!
C. Flirt with the lizard. She is pretty cute....
D. __________ (something else)

Flirt!

OK, let's play along.

D. Play along, in a flirting way!

A.

>>850864
I mean, it wouldn't hurt to get to know this cutie.. A. At least until you can leave with both of you smiling.

>>850864
D.) Okay you are not feeling up to this right now. You just woke up from some kind of nightmare feverdream. Ask her to slow down and explain what's happening.

>>850864
A.

>>850864
A. Let's play The Hangover Movie

What is it that you're wearing? You were Steve'd, weren't you?

A. You're in no rush and you can always quit in the middle.