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1010078 No. 1010078 ID: 629f2e

A mystery/horror quest about children uncovering the horrifying mysteries surrounding their small town.


Unbeknownst to many at the time, yesterday had been one of the most eventful days in quite some time for the city of Cattenom. All around town, incidents were taking place that would change the lives of everyone involved. Miniature tragedies, disconnected yet intertwined in unknowable ways.
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No. 1010312 ID: 629f2e
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You decide to check on The Class President, who you all called Louie because his real name was too hard to pronounce. He was basically elected on a platform of being the only one who wanted the job, but he seemed to handle the responsibility well. For some reason, he seemed like he was more stressed than usual today. Sure, he always had a lot on his plate, but he was practically shaking in his seat.

Roger: “Hey there Louie. Is everything alright? You look stressed.”
Louie: “Oh, hi Roger. Everything is fine, I’m just worried. Rodney isn’t here yet.”
Roger: “Huh? Is that a problem, did you need to talk to him?”
Louie: “That’s not… Look, Clive’s already here, see?”

You turn around and see Clive, sitting at the desk beside yours. His head tilts towards you, until his eyes meet yours. You turn away instantly, hoping you didn’t upset him.

If Rodney was The Socialite, the kid who gets along with everyone and is at almost every birthday party or gathering, then Clive would be The Anti-Socialite. Nobody talks to Clive, and Clive talks to nobody. It’s a good arrangement, and you don’t plan on breaking it any time soon. That kid is bad news. You get the point that Louie was going for though.

Roger: “Right, they’re brothers. They’ve always shown up together.”
Louie: “Rodney’s probably just sick at home, which means he’s not going to show up today.”

Was that it? Your earlier conversation with Lillian makes you less certain about that. Early graduation hadn’t happened even once for as long as you’ve been a student, what are the odds that it would happen twice on the same day?

Roger: “Okay, but what’s the problem? Do you need him for something?”
Louie: “Well… He’s the volunteer student guide. Whenever we get new students, he’s supposed to show them around, and help them get acquainted.”
Roger: “Oh yeah. But we’re not due for a new kid until Amber’s brother turns six, and that’s not for like three months.”
Louie: “That’s what I thought, but Mrs. Chamberlane told me that we’re getting a new student. Today!
Roger: “Huh? But who?”
Louie: “I don’t know, she didn’t say. All I know is that she’s a girl.”

Cattenom wasn’t that big of a town. You may not know everyone, but word gets around fast here. If you were due for a new student, you should have known months ago. This was definitely weird…

Louie: “Do you know anyone who’d be willing to take the role for today if Rodney doesn’t show?”
Roger: “What about Albert? I think he’s done it a couple times before.”
Louie: “Oh! That’s right, he did take the role for a while didn’t he? Thank you, I’ll ask him about it.”
Roger: “Alright, I hope you get that sorted out.”
No. 1010313 ID: 629f2e
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As Louie leaves to make his request of Albert, you return to your desk. You still had a bit of time, but you’d had enough of talking. All you wanted to do now was draw.

You lay out your sketchbook and get your pencils ready. All that’s left is the idea. You’d had a few in mind already in fact.

After your conversation with Lillian, you’re torn on drawing either of your tabletop characters. You’ve sketched them a couple times before, Lillian’s orc barbarian Brutus is tough with all his muscles, but it’s good practice. It could be nice, but it would more likely end up serving as a reminder that you can’t really play anymore. You’ll keep it in mind for later, but it may be too soon for now.

You try to remember what you dreamt about last night, but unfortunately your memories of that are too vague. It must have been a boring one though, else you would have ripped your sketchbook out and drawn it when you woke up. After a few minutes, the window to remember what actually happened in your dreams passes, so you do all of the good ideas quickly.

What else could you draw? Well, you had a few options…

You could draw something simple but relaxing, like the scenery outside. This was often a safe choice, and while pieces like these were cheap to make or trade it was hard to get interrupted. You’d definitely finish before class started.

If you’re feeling a bit riskier though… Well, Clive’s been giving off a sort of bad vibe for a while now. If you tried to sketch him now, that scary look on his face would definitely make for a more exciting image. The biggest risk is that if he notices you, you’d probably get spooked and might fail to finish your drawing.

You could always do something else too. Draw a classmate, do something from your imagination, try to draw a memory, etc. The quality or difficulty would be hard to determine without trying, but it’d be worth it to draw whatever strikes you.

Gah, you’re wasting time thinking about drawing instead of actually drawing. What will you do?

A: Draw something safe - Do some landscapes or something that you’re guaranteed to finish
B: Draw someone dangerous - Draw Clive, and risk getting spooked and potentially not finishing, for the reward of a neater final image
C: Get creative - Suggest something specific to draw, at the cost of not knowing how troublesome the idea is until you try it
No. 1010328 ID: 094652

Contemplate the weirdness of your world. Remember that most worlds are weird.

Draw everything you've ever seen in your life that you remember, in layers upon layers of different colors.
Call it "Magnus Opum Draft 1".
No. 1010340 ID: ce39da

Draw Clive - if he does spook you, you could use that as an impetus to ask where his brother is (since approaching him of one's own accord is so unheard of).
No. 1010382 ID: 8483cf

Draw Clive. Nobody learns anything new in their comfort zone.
No. 1010389 ID: e51896

A. You draw a landscape.

but in reality: B you accidentally draw Clive in the landscape somewhere in the background.
No. 1010640 ID: 629f2e
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As much fun as drawing some grand magnum opus piece would be, you only have like eight minutes until class starts. Besides, the dangerous air around Clive right now is just too tempting. It’s frightening, but you can’t look away from him. You feel inspired.

Your pencil moves across the canvas, and the details quickly start to fall into place. His features appear clearer to you than ever before, passive information turning into active observations. His hair was an unkempt field of curls, and he had a noticeable hunch from his constant bad posture. With each stroke, the image in your notebook comes closer and closer to the original.

He shifts in his seat, but you fail to notice his movement before it’s too late. His head tilts back, and his eyes meet yours. The expression he wore was dripping with serious annoyance, as if you had been flicking him in the back of the neck this entire time. You rush to throw your arms over the sketchbook page before he notices it. Maybe he knew already, but you weren’t taking the risk that he didn’t like what you were drawing

His eyes squint with suspicion, as a single utterance leaves his mouth.

Clive: “What?”
Roger: “N-Nothing.” You say back, trying not to look too nervous.
Clive: “...”

He just stares, as if waiting for you to say something. One topic did come to mind.

Roger: “So… I noticed Rodney wasn’t here-”

The moment the name leaves your mouth, his expression shifts from mere annoyance to barely restrained fury. You let out a yelp and hold your sketchbook up in front of you like a shield (the back side facing him, best not poke the bear further). Looks like that’s a sensitive topic at the moment.

After a few seconds of silence, he makes an annoyed grunt and turns back around. It seems you’ve been spared.

Thankfully, you’d been able to get enough detail down on the page that you could finish your drawing at home. That was good, because there was no way you were flipping your book back to that page while this close to Clive. Even with his attention away, you couldn’t help but shake slightly in fear.

Roger has gained 1 Fear.

Fear is something that will accrue over time as you encounter frightening sights and ideas. A single point is nothing to worry about, but be cautious about how much you take on. As a character’s Fear gets higher, negative effects will start to show.

Do not allow a character’s Fear to reach 100. If you do, VERY BAD THINGS will happen.
No. 1010641 ID: 629f2e
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You put your art things away as the clock strikes 8:00. Right on time, Mrs. Chamberlane steps through the door, giving all the students a warm smile.

Mrs. Chamberlane: “Good morning Class. I have so many exciting things to tell you all today!”

A few students reply, while you start to think. One of them was definitely going to be about the new student, and maybe Phillip’s graduation. What else though…?

Mrs. Chamberlane: “To start, I’m sure you’ve noticed a few of your friends aren’t here today. But let me assure you all that not a single student is absent or tardy right now.”
Mrs. Chamberlane: “Recently, the high school board got in contact to inform us that Three of our lovely students have been selected for early graduation!”


Mrs. Chamberlane: “Phillip Dyad, Rodney Schmidt, and Jhonen Horvitz have all been given early access to our town’s high school, where they will be molded into mature and capable adults.”

Wait… Jhonen wasn’t here?

You look back at Franklin, noticing the seat behind him was empty. It suddenly clicks with you what was wrong with the scene. Normally, he and Jhonen would be having the same back and forth they always do before class, but instead your friend was by himself.

The teacher’s last declaration had elicited conversations. You hear snippets of them all around.

“Awwwww, but Rodney was s’posed to come to my birthday.”
“Jhonen’s gone? I thought it was kind of quiet today.”
“Shouldn’t they have gone up to middle school first? Why skip to high school...?”
“Three leave, and one comes. Fate has presented us with an interesting set of possibilities...”
“We didn’t need the geek and freak, but why’d they take Rodney? Can we trade Clive to get him back, it’s not like anyone would miss him.”

A few specific remarks catch your ear, coming from students you’re more familiar with.

Albert: “Phillip, Rodney, and Jhonen… I can’t see the pattern in those choices.”
Franklin: “Graduation? Is that what That was…? Weird.”
Lillian: “Wait, we lost Rodney and the para-whatzits freak too? Jeez, yesterday sucked.”

The teacher gestures for the class to stop talking, calming the fervor. It’s hard not to notice, him being right in front of you and all, but Clive…

...If he was angry before, you’d guess it was taking all of his effort not to throw his desk at the teacher. Was he taking his brother’s graduation that badly, or was it something else?

Mrs. Chamberlane: “There’s more news to share, and what fun news it is. We’re receiving a brand new student today!”

The class she’d just silenced starts up again, most questioning how it was possible. Until somebody spoke up with an answer.

Lemmy: “You guys should have seen it! Yesterday, the Anderson place went up in flames!”
Lemmy: “I heard the guy Died, so this has gotta be his daughter, right?”

Was that true? Lemmy’s never a trustworthy source for anything, so you weren’t sure.

Mrs. Chamberlane: “Please don’t speak so crassly about death. It’s true though, there was a fire the other day, and our incoming student lost a loved one in it.”
Mrs. Chamberlane: “I’ll ask that you all show her respect, if you don’t want to sit through a month of detentions.”


Frederick Anderson was a local bigwig. The guy was rich, and owned a lot of property in town. You think he may well have been the only landlord in Cattenom. He was supposedly a really nice guy, very generous even with people far behind on payments, but you’ve never met him yourself. His daughter was more the talk of your classmates, as everyone knows of her but almost nobody can claim to have met her. The Homeschooler is more of a legend than an actual person. Having her come to class... It definitely wasn’t something you even considered.
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The teacher motions towards the door, and you see movement. There’s hesitation, but soon a figure emerges. She walks out to the front of the room, in the middle of the blackboard.

She was so small, appearing almost fragile from her size and demeanor. You could tell just by looking that this girl, this poor young girl, was terrified as she looked out upon a crowd of expectant eyes. You don’t know whether she knew of her status among you or not, but whatever preparation she’d done before stepping in front of you all was not enough. She fiddles with her hands, trying to form the words, but none come out.

Mrs. Chamberlane: “Dearie, could you try and introduce yourself?”

Her mouth opens, and among weak stutters comes something tangible.

Enid: “ee- um… Enid Anderson…

Usually students were supposed to say something about themselves. What they liked, what they wanted to be when they grew up, whatever they wanted to say. Enid simply retreated to the back of the room and took an empty desk.

The class began almost like normal from there, but your mind was anywhere else. Between Enid being here, and the three people who had vanished, you just couldn’t focus on normal schoolwork. It almost got you in trouble when the teacher called your name, but you were able to fake your way through an answer.

When lunch period finally rolls around, you need to talk about some of these things with your friends. But what do you even think about this?

What does Roger think about all that has come up so far?
No. 1010643 ID: 8483cf

Get panicked about early graduation! It's more likely than you think.
No. 1010677 ID: 50af53

Wow. Got outed having a dead parent before she even got to say her name. Even fathoming having to deal with that DIRECTLY after they died in a fire is brutal. I'm suprised she's even here. Give her a little wave with a smile if you've got the guts. She needs to try and feel normal right now.
No. 1010681 ID: ce39da

Franklin's comment at the graduation announcement certainly got your attention. What did he see? You're honestly curious about what early graduation actually entails.

You're also curious about what happened at the Anderson house, but you can take a hint that Enid probably isn't ready to talk about it. If the game is gonna be put on ice, maybe you can occupy yourself after school with a bit of on-site investigation? In the meantime, maybe Enid needs a friend more than anything else.

It seems like Clive took the early graduations harder than anybody else, but was that entirely from his naturally surly demeanor, or did he have a stronger bond with Rodney than people realized? Or does he know something that Lillian doesn't? He's probably the "needs some space" kind of kid, though, so that's exactly what you'll give him for now.
No. 1010689 ID: 094652

Your new long-term objective is to gain enough friendship points to affectionately hug Missus Anderson. Repeatedly.

Yeah, no, they're hiding something.
* Graduation is instantaneous. There's no acclimation period, no chance for students to say goodbye (or laugh it). Think back to all your classmates; how many would agree to graduate without so much as a letter?
* Nobody gets to talk to a high-schooler about any tips on surviving the protein-overdeveloped frat boys and alpha... sexy dog-girls. High-schoolers are cut off entirely, even from their parents, and if anyone would hate high-school they legally cannot drop out and complain about it.
* Most importantly, why the heck are you imprisoned here and now? There's no other High School in the state. Are you even allowed to leave the state? What if everyone hates you and your parents found a better job somewhere else, are you allowed to leave then? Is there a giant concrete wall surrounding the area?
* Read a history textbook and you'll see that every evil dictatorship had the same general formula: lie profusely, keep people separated, and when all else fails, use physical force. Graduation is all three on steroids.

>What do
Be a delinquent by day, honor student by night. Make scathing, sarcastic acts of devotion that link the town's primary religion to an evil empire. Do science experiments using whatever scrap metal you can find. Date all the boys and girls and all configurations thereof (or whatever you prefer) at the same time. Help the homeless and abused children the moment you find them. Run harmless yet humiliating pranks on the school. Study and exercise like your life depended on it.
Your reputation must be in the gutter and your character level must be in the high 20s by the time you turn 18. That way, if anyone says you graduated, heads will turn and the others will have enough evidence to realize that something is very, very wrong.

>Your story
This all seems... familiar... why?
No. 1011133 ID: 1f63c8
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You sit down with Lillian and start eating. Your mom packed you your usual PB&J (it was your favorite, so you didn’t mind having the same thing most days), a small box of raisins, and a slice of birthday cake you still had lying around. Since she seemed envious of it though, you trade your cake for Lill’s slice of pecan pie. You were getting kind of sick of it anyway, it’s good to have some variety.

Franklin joins you next, and is followed shortly afterwards by Albert. As usual, Albert looked like the grim reaper was hovering nearby, just as sickly as ever.

Albert’s health was always terrible, but the one part of him that was always top notch was his brain. There was a reason everyone considered Albert The Genius. Even though he spent half of his classes resting in the nurse’s office, he was so far ahead of the material that it never made a dent in his grades. You mostly started talking to him through games at Phillip’s, and you’ve been having lunch together most days ever since.

It appeared that Louie had talked him into his old role of student guide, as the new girl Enid trailed right behind him, sitting down with you all. She still looked nervous, so you give her a friendly wave when she looks your way. It isn’t much, but she almost smiles when she waves back. There was definitely a mouth twitch!

Albert: “This is Roger, Franklin, and Lillian. They’re the kids I usually sit with, but if you want I could introduce you to a few of the others.”
Albert: “There are a few girls close to your age here if you’d prefer.”
Enid: “This… It's fine.”
Lillian: “Hey. Nice meetin’ ya Enid.”
Roger: “I hope your first day isn’t going too badly.”
Franklin: “...Hey, who is she?”
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You laugh, as Albert re-introduces Enid. Guess he spaced out during her introduction. Speaking of which, there was something he’d said when class started you were meaning to ask about.

Roger: “Hey Franklin, could I ask you something? I heard you say something weird during class.”
Roger: “The teacher was talking about graduation, and you muttered something about if that was what That was.”
Roger: “What were you talking about?”
Franklin: “That…?”
Franklin: “...Oh! Yeah, That!
Franklin: “Well… Yesterday I was hanging out with Jhonen like usual. He was chasing me through town and threatening to drag me to his home and run experiments on me.”
Enid: “Huh? What?”

Seeing her confusion really made you realize how much weirdness your class had just come to accept around those two. You try to cover all of the important context quickly.

Roger: “Jhonen was obsessed with things like aliens, and always tried to convince us that Franklin was one. He’d always be pointing out things he thought proved it, or threatening to expose his true nature.”
Albert: “He had a habit of taking his obsession too far, and was branded The Freak. Nobody took him seriously.”
Lillian: “Oh yeah, didn’t he threaten to rip Franklin’s arm off or something to prove his point once, and ended up getting detention for a week? Like, who does that?”
Franklin: “...I like my arms where they are. Putting them back would be annoying.”
Albert: “It would be significantly worse than that.”
Franklin: “...”

You put an arm on his shoulder to catch him before he spaces out.

Roger: “You were hanging out with Jhonen yesterday. Then what happened?”
Franklin: “...Hmmm.”
Franklin: “Oh right! I lost him in an alleyway, but then he started talking to some adult guy. It wasn’t his dad I think, he was wearing a suit...”
Franklin: “And then they both just left together in a car… Annnnd… Yeah, that’s all.”

He goes back to eating his fish sticks as though there wasn’t an obvious question to that story. Luckily, Albert asks it for you.

Albert: “Why does your description of those events sound suspiciously similar to an Abduction?
Lillian: “Ha. Alien-freak got abducted.”
Lillian: “Wait, abduction’s like kidnapping. That’d be really bad, wouldn’t it?”
Franklin: “...I dunno. I think I thought it was one at first, but then I stopped thinking about it…”
Roger: “Lill, didn’t you say that the guy who came for Phillip came to your house?”
Lillian: “Yeah. He talked to our mom, and then took him away.”
Roger: “Then why did this one pull Jhonen off the streets. Wouldn’t his family have an issue with that?”
Albert: “No matter how strange it may seem, it’s considered a graduation according to the school. We don’t understand how Early Graduation works, so we don’t have any foundation to dispute it.”
Roger: “Maybe we could look into the system? I’m sure if we just ask, some adult would be willing to explain it.”
Albert: “Hmm… I wonder.”
Albert: “What do you think, Clive?
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When you turn around, he’s right there. His eyes don’t even move in your direction, locked onto Albert’s glasses. You're able to resist the urge to scream in surprise, though you do startle and bang your knees into the table. Your raisins spill everywhere, but you manage to avoid gaining any more Fear.

But seriously, how long had he been standing there!?

Clive: “...If it was that easy, the rumor would have died a long time ago.”
Albert: “A fair point. It’s still worth trying, if only to gauge the response we get, but we shouldn’t expect-”
Clive: “Twin.”

He turns towards Lillian, not even bothering to let Albert finish.

Lillian: “Not my name, but yeah?”
Clive: “The other one graduated yesterday. What happened when he did?”
Lillian: “What d’ya mean?”
Clive: “...How did his graduation take place. Walk me through it.”
Albert: “Shouldn’t you already know? Rodney grad-”
Clive: “Walk. Me. Through. It.

Albert shuts up quick, turning to Lillian. She goes through the basic rundown she’d already told me, about a man visiting her home.

Clive: “...Okay.”
Franklin: “Jhonen was just abducted from the street though, so that might not always be how it happens, right?”
Albert: “You said they were talking first though, right? The man could have just driven him home, explained the situation to his parents there, and then taken him off to high school.”
Albert: “Like I said, we don’t have any grounds to call foul yet.”
Clive: “...”

You notice that Clive has tuned the others out, muttering to himself with a look that could kill.

Clive: “I knew it... What did they do? If they hurt him, I’ll…”
Albert: “Clive?”

He looks up, glaring.

Clive: “...Rodney never came home yesterday.”
Roger: "What?"
Clive: "He left the house and never came back. And no, we didn't get any visitors explaining what had happened."
Lillian: "That can't be right. Maybe they talked to your parents-"
Clive: "I know for a Fact they didn't."
Roger: "The school can't just steal kids and put them in high school though, right? Our parents wouldn't allow it."
Albert: "And yet that seems to be exactly what's happened now."
Albert: "Either the education system holds a lot more weight in this town than we thought, or somebody is Lying to us."
Roger: "Like, Rodney isn't actually at the high school?"
Albert: "It's a convenient lie. There's no way for us to verify it, so they can keep it up for as long as they need."
Lillian: "Who's They here? Mrs. Chamberlane?"
Albert: "It's hard to say… She could be involved, or she could be regurgitating false information given to her. Without knowing what's really happening, there's no way to know."
Clive: "Figure it out then."
Clive: “I don’t know why yet, but someone dragged Rodney into some Conspiracy. As soon as I know who's behind it, and what the heck they did to my little brother...”

He doesn't finish his threat. After a few seconds, he starts to walk away, giving one final statement.

Clive: “...If you find anything out, tell me.”

With that slightly more empathetic request, he walks away. You felt bad for him, but moreso for Rodney than him. You just couldn't bring yourself to be on his side after everything You've Seen.

Your friends trade looks, unsure of what to even say. Clive had dropped a major bomb in your laps, and it was hard to know where to go.

Roger: "...After school, maybe we should ask questions about all this stuff."
Albert: "Mrs. Chamberlane would be the obvious person to start with."
Franklin: "...Oh, maybe we could go to the store."
Roger: "Huh, why?"
Franklin: "The alley was right next to it. So… Y'know, maybe one of the people there saw Jhonen get in the car."
Lillian: "That's not a bad idea."
Roger: "We could split up. Two go to the teacher, and two go to the store."
Lillian: "Huh? Aren't there Five of us here?"

All eyes turn to Enid. She's been silent for most of this discussion, and still doesn't seem like she'll say much. After a few seconds though-

Enid: "...I'll come."
Albert: "Two and five then. Alright, I'll go and talk to the teacher."
Franklin: "...I should probably go to the store, since I was there, right?"

You consider both options...

Who should Roger go with?
A: Follow Albert to speak with the teacher
B: Follow Franklin and ask around the area Jhonen was last seen

...And who should come with you?
1: Lillian (You know she's not much of a thinker, but is the strongest and 2nd fastest kid in your grade. She's a decent friend, and you can rely on her to play her part however she can)
2: Enid (You don't know her well, but she seems down. Taking her along might help her open up, and may have some hidden benefits you won't know about)
No. 1011137 ID: e106b9

Franklin and Enid! Albert will be fine on his own.
No. 1011222 ID: a58d3b

Take Enid and get her on board Franklin's Finder Force. Since Enid's dad owned the concept of air itself with plenty of money to spare, maybe bringing Enid along will help get some info from someone important who very hopefully recognizes her.
No. 1011275 ID: ce39da

I say we go with Franklin, if only because we're the most experienced at keeping him on task. We'll take Lillian, if only because we think she'll be useful out in the field, or at least more so than she would be in an interview. Enid and Albert together are less likely to say the wrong thing and put Mrs. Chamberlain on edge.

"Oh, before we go, Lillian, Franklin, can you both describe the man to me? I wanna try drawing him at some point."
No. 1011283 ID: 094652

No. 1011460 ID: a2493c

Enid. Artists crave the new over the familiar, after all.
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Roger: "Franklin, why don't I go with you?"
Franklin: "Why don't you?"
Roger: "Don't see a reason not to, unless Albert wants to hang out more."

Albert casually waves you off.

Albert: "Franklin needs someone to keep his head on straight, and I trust you more than Lillian. Stick with him."
Lillian: "Hey, don't put me on Franklin's level, I'm at least smarter than him!"
Albert: "Well your grades don't reflect that at all. You realize he routinely does better than you, right?"
Lillian: "He cheats!"
Franklin: "No, studying's just easy. ...Except for math. It's just remembering stuff for long enough to write it on a test."
Albert: "See that Lillian? You just got lectured by Franklin. Franklin! Take it to heart, and try harder."
Lillian: "Nah. There aren't any big tests this month, so no reason to."
Roger: "Are you really sure you want to be encouraging her to study Albert? You know she's just gonna hassle you for tutoring."
Albert: "...Good grief, what am I saying! Forget what I said, you're fine Lillian."

You laugh at his drastic change in tone. As he and Lill banter though, you catch another conversation at your table.

Franklin: "Uh… Who are you going with again?"
Enid: "O-Oh, um… I'm not- we didn't talk about it…"
Franklin: "...Do you wanna come with Roger and me? It'll take me a while to remember your name and what you look like, so it'll help to have you near."
Enid: "Y-You really want me to come with you?"
Franklin: "Yeah."
Enid: "Then… I'll come. If that's okay…"

She turns to you with a pleading look in her eyes. You didn't have a problem with it, and it would even be a good excuse to get to know her better. You shoot her a thumbs up. For the first time since she arrived in class, her lips curl upwards in a small smile. It doesn't last too long, but her happiness was infectious.

Unfortunately, any joy you felt was sucked out of you by a few words from Lillian.

Lillian: "When we're done checking this stuff out, you owe me a rematch Roger."

Your face crumples with disgust.

Roger: "No."
Lillian: "Come ooooooonnnn, why not?"
Roger: "We've done it twelve times, you're just not gonna stop asking until you win."
Lillian: "Well maybe this'll be the one, huh? What, are you afraid to lose?"
Roger: "I'm seriously hoping I do. I could finally close the book on this thing once and for all."
Enid: "...What are you talking about?"

The smaller girl was looking at us both curiously. You don't want to say, but Lill speaks for you.

Lillian: "Roger needs to race me so that I can finally win."
Enid: "Oh. Is… he fast?"
Lillian: "Fastest in our grade! Roger's faster than middle schoolers even, you should see it. Hey Roger, you should show off to Enid by racing me!"

You groan.

Roger: "No. Running sucks and I Hate it. Not happening."
Lillian: "Hey, not my fault you got blessed with good legs. You gotta use that stuff."
Roger: "Look, I get enough of this at home, can I get a break here?"
Lillian: "Only if I can get a race."
Albert: "You should know by now that it's faster to give her what she wants than fight it."
Roger: "Oh really? Then you'll be tutoring her for midterms without complaint?"
Albert: "Roger, a race takes about two minutes. Teaching Lillian is hours of my life I will never get back for minimal reward. They can't be compared."
Franklin: "...But you just did compare them."

The topic lasted the rest of the lunch period. You didn't agree to anything, but experience told you she wouldn't drop it that easily. Still, as annoying as it was, it was a nice distraction from the more serious things you'd been discussing before.
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The next period is recess. All of the kids rush their way out to the playground for the best part of every school day.

After all that talk of graduation and conspiracy, you just wanted to relax. No better way to do so than pulling out your sketchbook and drawing. You set your things out under the shade of a nice tree, where you've often drawn in the past. You just needed a decent subject…

???: "Hey'a Roj!"
Roger: "Gah!"

You throw your sketchbook in shock, eliciting laughs from the boy who knocked you out of your focus. It was Lemmy, who shoots you a wide grin.

Lemmy: "You're easy to spook when you got that sketchbook out y'know?"
Roger: "What do you want, Lemmy?"
Lemmy: "Got any quarters I can borrow? I wanna get my future read by Temmie."

Temmie? She was one of the younger girls in class. You knew that she was kind of weird, like how she lived in a big house but usually dressed like what you imagine a witch living in a hut might wear. She wasn't odd like Jhonen she was just… Well, she liked to play pretend, and never really dropped it from what little you've seen of her.

She wasn't loud or obnoxious like the class freak, but she always insisted that she was The Fortune Teller. You never hung around her, and couldn't really speak on her actual clairvoyance. Never felt like paying the fee for something you didn't really believe.

Roger: "First off, you're out of your mind if you think I'd give you a nickel, let alone a quarter! That's like a full-sized candy bar, or a four-pack of pencils!"
Lemmy: "Hey hey, I'll pay you back for it later. That's why I asked to borrow the cash, make cents to ya?"

He laughs at his own pun. It wasn't very funny.

Roger: "Also doubtful... Why are you paying for a fortune though, it's not like she can really tell the future."
Lemmy: "How do you know that? Have you gotten a fortune from her that didn't come true?"
Roger: "Uh… No, I just assumed that-"
Lemmy: "Well what if she can? For a measly 25 cents, you might know something important that happens to you."
Lemmy: "Y'know, like when you're gonna Graduate..."

Oh. You understood why he was thinking of consulting Temmie now. The early graduation business must have spooked him.

He made a good point though. If Temmie really could see the future, then you could know right then and there when you'd graduate. Would it be today? A week from now? Or hopefully at the normal time after you complete middle school? It was a longshot but… It was just the price of a candy bar you'd be gambling.

Roger: "...Sorry Lemmy, I can't help you. I don't have much on me anyways.
Lemmy: "Rats… I'm gonna go pester the new kid then. Her dad was rich after all."
Roger: "Give her a break. I don't think she's handling things well, and if she really lost her dad just yesterday, I wouldn't blame her."
Lemmy: "That's exactly what I'm doing. I'm treating her like a normal kid instead of a fragile easily broken egg. See? I'm being a stand-up guy."
Roger: "..."
Roger: "You're just looking for some justification to swindle a quarter out of her, aren't you?"
Lemmy: "Absolutely not. If you've got proof that's what I'm up to, then come fourth with it!"

He starts laughing again, except this time you're left scratching your head.

Lemmy: "...Y'know, fourth? Like a quarter- it's not funny anymore. See ya!"

He walks off towards Enid, leaving you alone. Your hand digs around in your pocket, finding two coins. A Quarter and a penny, all that remained of your weekly newspaper route salary. The rest had been spent on art supplies and candy.
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...You walk over to where you see Temmie sitting alone watching two kids on the swingset. She looks over at you.

Temmie: "...No."
Roger: "What?"
Temmie: "You are wanting to know of when your graduation shall come, be it early or of the normal timing. I am unable to tell you."

You blink. Did she just read your mind?

Roger: "How did you know?"
Temmie: "Because Roger has never seeked out his future before. He comes only now, when a looming threat he can't comprehend has appeared."
Temmie: "Unfortunately, Roger's fate is not so clear. In seven nights, when the answers are revealed, it will be too late to offer a fortune. You will not ask, for you will know your place."

...You were having a hard time understanding what she meant, but it sounded like she couldn't tell you when you'd graduate until next week.

Roger: "I guess I'll come back then."
Temmie: "That is one decision. Let's discuss another."
Temmie: "For the quarter you hold, I will tell you of Something Else."
Roger: "What will that be?"
Temmie: "Whatever the spirits decide is of greatest importance. The unknowable spirits that guide all shall decide what I tell you."
Roger: "Uh… I don't know."
Temmie: "Decide for yourself. Do not let others influence your choice."

Everything she just said was nonsense, and yet… you were handing over a quarter. She pinches it between her fingers, before flipping it so high that you have to crane your neck upwards to see it.

Like a coin flip, the future is an uncertain concept. What has yet to happen is not set in stone, but a series of possibilities. Heads or Tails, Truth or Lies, Live or Die, they are all one in the same.

What aspect of the future should Roger be told of?
A: What is to come
B: Where he is to discover
C: How he is to learn
D: Who is to tell him
E: Why his fate will be what it is
F: Something else…

(Pick the two options you favor most, and which one you prefer.)
No. 1011541 ID: 8483cf

The two that I favor most, and the one I prefer?

I choose how Roger is to learn, and who is to tell him how to do it. Also I want Temmie to be the one to tell us, because she's right here and apparently she's got this all-seeing thing going on, sooooooo
No. 1011542 ID: 094652

Hey Temmie, open his mind so he can consciously hear us. Double your pay.
No. 1011659 ID: ce39da

1st Preference: Where is he to discover?

2nd Favored: How is he to learn?
No. 1011746 ID: c92a02

What is to come, and why?
No. 1011747 ID: a58d3b

First why, then how. Bonus round if Tem's feeling a bit cheeky: tomorrow's lunch menu?
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How and Why. The spirits have made their wills clear.

As the coin falls into Temmie’s outstretched palm, something changes. The air between you both had gone cold. Her hand clenches over the quarter, before each finger unfurls one by one. When her palm is open again, the coin has vanished.

She speaks, in a voice that sounded the same as it had before, and yet for all the world different.

“Listen well, Artist.”

“Your passions were never to be, and yet they are. A life which you’ve denied that was to be, is not. You’ve forged a path of your own, and must bear the burden of those choices. A fate of your own device.”

“It isn’t too late to change fate, but to do so will take knowledge. If you wish to understand, seek out the site of tragedy. Through the blood spilt in despair, you will learn the truth of our home.”

“This is the Present, the Past, and the Future as I have seen it.”

She stops there. You give her time to see if there’s more, but when she blinks and looks up at you, you somehow know that it’s over. Sweat prickles at your brow, as if a heavy weight had just been placed on your soul.

Temmie: “...You’re scared.”
Roger: “I… That was more intense than I expected… Th-These fortunes, can you really-”
Temmie: “There is no answer I can give that will convince you at this time. The fear and doubt that plague the Artist’s mind is unavoidable.”
Temmie: “...Money is good, but if you’d just bring me a bag of gummy bears next time, that’d be better. It’s what I’m spending it on anyways.”

She digs through her pockets and pulls out two gummy candies, popping them in her mouth.

Temmie: “Actually, next time we talk I’ll be in the mood for a 100 Grand Bar. Get me one of those please.”
Roger: “I… Okay?”
Temmie: “Thanks. I’m going to play on the swing set. Rosie should just about be getting bored now.”

As she turns to walk back toward it, you watch Rosie hop off her swing and walk away, leaving it open for Temmie. You had no idea how Temmie knew about that, but one answer seemed obvious. She’d seen it.

And if she could really see the future… Was that creepy fortune really True?

Roger has gained 5 Fear. You have learned that Temmie’s fortunes can be very unsettling, and will know next time to weigh the value of her information against the stress it will inflict.

Party Fear Levels:
Roger: 6/100
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The school day ends, and you wait outside as students funnel out. Eventually, Lill, Albert, and Enid catch up to you. A few minutes later, Lill heads back in and drags Franklin out.

Roger: “We really should have anticipated that.”
Franklin: “...We agreed to meet up outside, but I realized that that could mean a lot of different places. I figured that if I stayed where I was, somebody would bring me to the right one.”
Roger: “If you actually had stepped outside though, you would have seen us immediately.”
Franklin: “Yes.”
Albert: “...This is precisely why he shouldn’t be left alone. Roger, I trust you to keep him focused.”

You give him a thumbs up. He nods, patting Lillian on the back.

Lillian: “Alright, we’ll catch up with you guys later. Race ya later, Roger!”

You don’t even waste your breath denying it, just sighing as she and Albert head back inside. It’s just you, Franklin, and Enid now…

Roger: “So… Where are we going?”
Franklin: “...Huh?”
Roger: “Where did you see Jhonen get in that car?”
Franklin: “Oh! That was… uh… The Toy Store?
Roger: “Why are you asking us? We weren’t there.”
Franklin: “...Yeah, it definitely was the toy store!”
Enid: “The toy store?”
Roger: “We should go inside while we’re there. The store owner is really nice, and is fine with kids coming in to look around and even play with a few things.”
Enid: “Um… Is that where M-Mr. Snyder works?”
Roger: “Huh? Hey yeah, that’s right. How’d you know?”

You all start walking as you talk. Franklin leads the way, as you make a conscious effort to try and match Enid’s pace. If you stopped thinking, you’d outwalk both of them without meaning to.

Enid: “He was o-one of my daddy’s friends. He came by sometimes, and they would talk… A-And...”

You pat her on the shoulder and try to keep her from spiraling back into her grief.

Roger: “So… He’s a family friend? Someone your parents hang out with, so you have to hang out with them and their kids?”
Enid: “Y-Yeah… Um, no actually. I never met his kids. But I think he said he had a few…”
Roger: “I’m pretty sure he’s Rosie’s dad. And Charley too, but he’s a middle schooler, you probably won’t talk to him much.”
Roger: “I think Rosie’s close to your age though. She’s only seven.”
Enid: “Oh, but I’m actually already Nine.
Roger: “Really!?”

Man, she was shorter than she looked. Some kids had their growth spurts later than others, sure, but you were a full two years off your guess.

Enid: “...Daddy said I was a late bloomer.”
Roger: “Well, y’know… That’s normal I think.”
Roger: “I mean, not every kid is, but everybody’s a little weird. I mean, case in point:”

You motion forwards towards Franklin. Her eyes follow, and she lets out a yelp.

Enid: “H-H-He has a tail!”
Roger: “I know, it’s so weird! But it’s also kind of cool.”
Franklin: “You can touch it if you want. I won’t feel it, so it’s not weird.”
Franklin: “Just don’t touch my butt… Then it’s weird.”

Enid holds her arm out for a few seconds, before retracting.

Enid: “It’s just too weird, I can’t… I can’t look away from it.”
Franklin: “It’s not that weird. I heard Abel can wiggle his ears.”
Franklin: “...Oh! And what about Aiden? He’s missing an arm. That’s way weirder than having a tail.”
Roger: “I mean… I guess they’re kind of on the same level. Ear wiggling doesn’t even come close though.”
Franklin: “...How many kids do you know that can wiggle their ears?”

...Just one. Huh, guess he had you there.

Enid: “...I don’t know any other kids. Maybe that makes me weird.”
Franklin: “...No, I didn’t know any kids either when I started school. That’s two kids, so it’s at least kind of normal.”
Roger: “It definitely isn’t.”
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As you approach the shopping center, Franklin picks up the pace a little. After a short dash (a normal walk for you), you all stop in front of the toy store. Franklin points down the alleyway between it and the neighboring barber shop, telling you and Enid to follow him.

You notice Enid flinch at the suggestion. It wasn’t too dark, as the sun was still overhead, but she seemed hesitant to go in.

Franklin: “...Huh? Aren’t you guys coming?”

Enid was wringing her hands together nervously. You weren’t sure what to say. Whatever you chose, it was probably going to affect her in some ways.

A: Ask Enid to wait outside (Will result in no Fear gain, but may make her feel useless)
B: Hold Enid’s hand and go in (Will result in reduced Fear gain, but may encourage her to rely on your in other scary situations)
C: Go in, and encourage Enid to follow (Will result in normal Fear gain, but lets her retain her independence)
D: Wait and see (Either Enid or Franklin will resolve the situation without your influence)
No. 1011985 ID: 8483cf

Go in and build her independence with C. She's been homeschooled, let's let her experience the real world on her own (with our help).
No. 1012021 ID: e7c7d3

B: gotta start with baby steps
No. 1012158 ID: a2493c

B. Independence is a step for the future.
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You pat Enid on the shoulder, and hold out a hand to her.

Roger: “Come on. There’s nothing to be afraid of in there.”

Tentatively, she sticks her own hand out, before firmly grabbing yours. She nods, and walks into the alley with you. She may have shut her eyes until she was in, but you politely choose not to mention that.

Roger: “So Franklin, where should we be looking?”
Franklin: “...What do you mean?”
Roger: “We’re here to find some clues about what happened to Jhonen, right?”
Franklin: “...Oh!”
Franklin: “Yeah… Uhh… Sorry, I’m trying to Remember something. Give me a second?”

He pats a garbage can affectionately, and then sits down beside it. These are real things Franklin does.

Enid: “Do we have to be in here?”

You look over at Franklin, sitting beside a trash can and rubbing his head.

Roger: “...We shouldn’t leave Franklin alone. He might forget what he was doing and wander off.”
Roger: “Are you going to be okay?”
Enid: “Y-Yes. I’m fine… Daddy used to tell me to avoid alleys, because crimes took place in them.”
Roger: “There aren’t violent crimes happening in Cattenom though. I think…?”
Roger: “The worst we have are some pickpockets and shoplifters, but nobody’s gonna try and mug us.”
Roger: “Especially not in the middle of the day. That usually happens at night in the comics.”
Enid: “Oh, like in Batman?
Roger: “Exactly! Wait, Enid, you read superhero comics?”

She shrugs.

Enid: “When Daddy would bring them home. They aren’t really my favorite.”
Roger: “Oh? What do you like then?”
Enid: “Um… Archie?

And just like that, you had lost interest in talking about comics with Enid. You blow a raspberry of disapproval.

Roger: “Trash.”
Enid: “What?”
Roger: “That stuff’s no good. Boring cartoon, boring comics. That stuff belongs in the trash.”
Enid: “H-Hey! That’s not true, it’s really good.”
Roger: “Yeah, if your only other option is homework. Otherwise, change the channel or grab a different comic!”

The grip on your hand gets a lot tighter all of a sudden.

Enid: “Take that back…”
Roger: “No way, it’s the truth. Worst comic, end of story.”
Enid: “Maybe you just have bad taste! Daddy couldn’t always get me the latest issues, which means they must sell out fast.”
Enid: “So -So that means it’s popular, and you’re wrong!”
Roger: “Wh- No! Everyone else is!”
Enid: “So everyone else does like Archie, and you’re just a weirdo?”
Roger: “That doesn’t matter! Archie is bad, the end!”
Enid: “You’re wrong and just don’t want to admit it!”

Franklin bangs the trash can beside him, snapping us out of our argument.

Franklin: “I remember!”

Before he can share his revelation, a trio of rats jump out from behind the can and begin to scurry. You step back instinctively, but thankfully they run down the alley in the other direction. That was a Lucky break on your part.

Enid clenches your hand more tightly.

Enid: “If you remember, c-can we please leave?”
Franklin: “...Oh, yeah.”

He stands up and starts walking out, as you and Enid follow behind.

Enid: “...They’re really good.”
Roger: “They really suck.”

She pouts and gives you a dirty look. Hey, you were disappointed too! Who knew Enid’s dad was letting her develop such awful taste in comic books?

Arguing with her probably wasn’t gonna make her change her mind… but it felt nice. Sure, Enid seemed frustrated, but she wasn’t Sad. She’s been gloomy all day, and for a brief moment you snapped her right out of it by riling her up. Even when she returns to her usual mood, it felt at least slightly less dour than before.

Enid has been through a lot lately, but after talking to her, you know that she’ll pull through.

Enid has gained 2 Fear from entering the alley.
Enid has lost 3 Fear from Roger’s support.
Additional Fear gain was prevented due to luck with the rodents.

Party Fear Levels:
Roger: 6/100
Enid: 29/100 (Enid started at 30 Fear due to yesterday’s events)
Franklin: 0/100
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Roger: “What did you remember, Franklin?”
Franklin: “...Mr. Snyder.
Enid: “Huh? Wait, do you mean Giovanni?
Roger: “You know him?”
Enid: “Yes… He was one of daddy’s friends. He visited often.”
Roger: “Huh. I wouldn’t have guessed that.”
Enid: “Wait, this is his toy store?”
Roger: “Yeah! The Play&Pay is the best- and only- toy store in town!”
Roger: “Mr. Snyder’s really nice. Even kids without money can come in, look around, and even play with some of the harder to break things.”
Roger: “Which is good, because I’m broke right now.”

You stick a hand in your pocket, feeling your final penny. It wouldn’t get you anything more than a Tootsie Roll or a bit of taffy.

Franklin: “...I think he was there.”
Enid: “Where?”
Franklin: “Here. When Jhonen got in the car, Mr. Snyder walked past them.”
Franklin: “I think he was bringing out trash…”
Franklin: “...Oh! So I think we should try talking to him. He might know something.”
Roger: “That’s not a bad idea. Good thinking Franklin.”

Enid nods in agreement, so the three of you take a step into the Play&Pay. It takes considerable self-control to stay on target, as aisles of colorful tantalizing toys draw your eyes immediately. As cool as it would be to get a new water gun or box of crayons, those things would still be here later.

Predictably, you have to reach out an arm and grab Franklin, stopping him from wandering down an aisle.

...You grab Enid a moment later.

Roger: “Come on guys! Mr. Snyder, remember?”
Enid: “S-Sorry! I’ve just… never seen so many toys all in one place.”
Franklin: “...Huh? What about Mr. Snyder?”
Roger: “Jhonen!”
Franklin: “Oh yeah, right…”

You turn to the counter, seeing the grown-up in question polishing it with a rag. He stops when you both make eye contact.

Mr. Snyder: “Hey kids. Feel free to have a look around-”
Mr. Snyder: “Enid?”

He stops, staring at the small girl for a few seconds. She waves, and he quickly shakes his head and snaps out of it.

Mr. Snyder: “Sorry, I… I’m sorry for your loss. Fred was a great man, and a heck of a friend.”
Mr. Snyder: “He was also my landlord, but never really bugged me to pay my dues.”
Mr. Snyder: “These two your friends?”
Enid: “Yes. This is Roger-”

He waves a hand to stop her.

Mr. Snyder: “Ah, I already know them. I know all the kids in town, they all come here.”
Mr. Snyder: “Look, I owe your dad a lot, so let me do you all something small at least.”
Mr. Snyder: “You guys pick out anything you want under ten bucks, it’s yours. Don’t worry about paying. One for each of you.”
Enid: “Really?”
Mr. Snyder: “It’s the least I can do.”
Enid: “Thank you, that’s really nice.”
Roger: Thank you Mr. Snyder!”
Franklin: “...Isn’t that stealing?”
Mr. Snyder: “...Uh, no. I’m giving you permission.”
Franklin: “Oh… Thank you.”

Franklin and Enid rush into the aisles quickly. You follow them, but can’t get the questions you need to ask out of your mind.

According to Franklin, Mr. Snyder should have seen Jhonen get abducted. He should be able to tell you more about it if you ask, but you need to know for certain What to ask, and How to ask it.

Before we go on, we need to talk about “Suspicion”.

In a small town like Cattenom, it’s only natural for people to talk. When one person notices something strange, it’s only a matter of time before others are made aware as well. Unfortunately, you cannot control who talks to who, so if you behave suspiciously it’s only a matter of time before the WRONG PEOPLE find out about it. Talking to almost any adult in Cattenom comes with a risk of Suspicion gain.

Be mindful not to let your Suspicion grow too high. Unlike Fear, there are ZERO actions you can take to lower a character’s Suspicion level.

As your Suspicion grows higher, you run the risk of triggering negative events. Do not allow a character’s Suspicion level reach 100. If you do, BAD THINGS will happen.

One last note: Every character starts at a different level of Suspicion, based on the talk that already surrounds them.

Party Suspicion Levels:
Roger: 0/100
Enid: 5/100
Franklin: 20/100

Mr. Snyder is really nice, so you’re sure he’ll try to answer any questions you have. Still, you should tread carefully. If he gets uncomfortable with the topic, he may start to clam up.

What does Roger want to ask Mr. Snyder, and How will he ask it?

Also, suggest toys for Roger and his friends. Good selections may lead to good things in the future.
No. 1012487 ID: 094652

Roger: Ask how long it takes for teenagers to graduate high school.
Enid: Ask if anything was going on with her father before the fire. It might be important - especially since her inheritance could be on the line, here. Then get the cutebold plushie.
Franklin: Get the water pistol. Giggle maniacally.
No. 1012605 ID: 8483cf

Roger: Water gun! It's always useful for something. Probably have to get a cheap one.
Enid: Archie bobble-head doll! A small one, less than $10.
Franklin: Scratch-n-sniff book.

As for how to get details, we need to know what kind of car Jhonen got into, or if there was anyone he recognized driving it. It's a small town, we need to know the players.

For the "how" to do it: ask if Mr. Snyder made the free toy offer to Jhonen, he seemed excited about something last time you saw him.
No. 1012672 ID: dfbac0

If candy bars cost 25 cents then that means ten bucks is actually quite a lot.
Roger: A sling, a good utility tool and can be used with bags full of crushed chalk to make abstract art or mark things.
Franklin: A bag of cats-eye marbles, good to idly play with and has many uses if you're creative enough.
Enid: Hacky-Sacks, good to squeeze to relieve stress and fun to throw around. We can use our markers to draw faces on them to personalize them as well.
As for questions... Mention that Franklin said Jhohen got into a car with some stranger and that you're curious and somewhat worried as to what was going on there and hoping he might know anything about it.
This can easily be dismissed as childhood curiosity as we shouldn't let anyone know we're trying to do a full investigation. On that note we can use Enid as an excuse for being here saying we're showing her places around town since she never got out much.
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You follow your friends down the aisle and start browsing. Sure, you stocked up on art supplies recently, but the temptation to get more never really leaves. Still, you quickly realize it’s a bad idea. Most of the stuff you use isn’t expensive, and you're only supposed to pick out one thing. And the higher quality stuff isn't a good pick either, as it would just spoil you. Like sure, it’d be cool to get the expensive paper, or the really big crayon box, but you don’t want to get used to that level of quality until you can afford it regularly.

After that decision, the focus of your hunt changes to more traditional toys. You end up in the same aisle as Franklin, staring down an array of toy firearms. Slingshots, water pistols, and even a few pellet guns were all available. Mom wouldn’t let you have a pellet gun though, and you suspect she’d feel similarly about slingshots. Even if you were to use it for art, the amount of chalk you’d use up would get costly quickly. Water guns were more in your price range. Water is free.

There aren’t a ton, but the selection of different brands, makes, and models is enough to make your decision take some time. While you were appreciating the designs of the more realistic ones, Franklin seemed to be examining a few that looked like space lasers.

Roger: “Franklin, I know you don’t do it on purpose, but that makes it funnier.”
Franklin: “...Huh?”
Roger: “Nothing, Alien.
Franklin: “...I’m trying to remember if dad said I could play with water guns or not. Are you allowed?”
Roger: “As long as I don’t use them in the house.”
Franklin: “Hmm… Maybe it was Actual guns?”
Roger: “Does your dad own a gun you aren’t allowed to touch?”
Franklin: “...Oh! Yeah, that was it, I can’t play with His gun.”
Roger: “That’s too bad. Lill and Phillip’s dad showed us all his revolver once, it was pretty neat. I wanna get one just like it when I’m grown up.”
Franklin: “Hmm… Do they make real space guns like these?”
Roger: “No, not yet.”
Franklin: “Rats…”

He ends up picking up a Scratch-and-Sniff Book from another shelf and going with that. It’s a weird choice, seeing as you’re about 70% sure he can’t smell based on how bad his odor gets sometimes, but weird is pretty normal when it comes to Franklin.

Personally, you go for a sick Water Pistol. It looked almost identical to the real thing, save the orange tip. Even when you weren’t getting into squirt fights with other kids, you could use it as a reference for some pretty cool drawings.

Enid was in a completely different aisle, but when you meet up at the register she has some kind of Plush Animal in her arms.

Roger: “What is that even supposed to be?”
Enid: “I’m not sure… It reminded me of my favorite plush dog Marty. I lost it in the fire...”
Enid: “I think I’m gonna call her…”

She gives you a small grin, before saying:

Enid: “Betty.
Roger: “Archie sucks, I’m gonna have to show you a bunch of better comics when we’re done with this so that you’ll finally understand.”
Enid: “Fine, but only if you’ll read all of my favorite Archie comics in return.”
Roger: “You won’t even want to show me them after you see good comics."
Roger: "You’ll be so embarrassed that you’ll beg me not to read what you used to think was good.”
Enid: “We’ll see about that.”
Franklin: “...It looks more like a Yappa to me.”
No. 1012712 ID: 629f2e
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Mr. Snyder looks over all your items, and starts writing them in a book he keeps behind the counter. As he does, you start to think about what to say next.

For some reason, you consider asking about when high schoolers graduate. Obviously you don't, everyone knows that it happens when they turn 18 and become adults.

You’re torn between asking indirect questions and just asking what you need to but masking your reasoning. In the end, you decide to start off with the indirect.

Mr. Snyder: “Annnnd done. Alright, they’re yours now. Anything else I can do for you three?”
Roger: “Actually, can I ask if you made any Special Offers to Jhonen last time he was here? He seemed excited last time I saw him.”

He seems genuinely confused by the question.

Mr. Snyder: “The Horvitz’s kid? No, I don’t think he even bought anything that was on sale last time he stopped in.”
Mr. Snyder: “You aren’t trying to get another discount, are you? If I drop the price below free, I’ll be paying you. Heh heh.”
Roger: “O-Oh, no, that’s not it…”
Franklin: “...You saw Jhonen yesterday, right?”
Mr. Snyder: “Huh?”

Crud! Not only did that not work, but Franklin just barged in with a direct question. That will make it harder to dance around the topic from here on.

You check Mr. Snyder again, and he still just seems confused by your questions. Your best guess is that he doesn’t understand what you’re getting at yet, but there’s a chance you’re wrong.

How do you proceed with the conversation?

In addition, pick either Enid or Franklin to speak up more. You can’t control what they say, but whoever you pick will try to support you in their own way and ask questions in the next conversation chunk.
No. 1012724 ID: dfbac0

We shouldn't mention anything related to graduation and instead focus on the fact that Franklin saw Jhonen get into a car with a complete stranger which seems a little worrying, you're hoping to see if Mr. Snyder knew anything about that as although Franklin was there he isn't really good at picking up on things.
I think dancing around the question is more suspicious than asking it. We have a good reason to ask and we can also play it off as childlike curiosity.
Although... The special offer thing might have messed things up so maybe we should just play with what he gave us and say we were trying to see if we could squeeze some more toys out of him.
No. 1012746 ID: 8483cf

Oh God I'm bad at this! Enid HELP US
No. 1012956 ID: 629f2e
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Franklin didn’t have much of a knack for subtlety. You turn to Enid, trying to communicate through your expression that you wanted her to back you up. It seems like she gets the message, as she nods back.

Since Franklin had opened the door, you didn’t really have a choice but to go forward with the topic. Still, you pick your words carefully to avoid mentioning graduation.

Roger: “Franklin was telling us that he saw Jhonen get into a car with a guy in a suit, but he didn’t know who it was.”
Roger: “It happened just outside your store. Did you see it?”

For a moment, you see his eyes widen. He calms down, and keeps his gaze on a wall off to the side when he responds.

Mr. Snyder: “O-Oh? I don’t think I noticed that. Sorry.”
Enid: “Huh? Really? But Franklin said you came out when it happened and walked right by them.”
Enid: “I know you wouldn’t Lie, Giovanni, so you must have just forgotten. Can you think a little harder?”
Mr. Snyder: “Enid, I-”

He coughs into his hand, gazing anywhere but at Enid. He was dripping with nervousness.

Mr. Snyder: “I… Yeah, I think you’re right actually. I think I Did see something like that.”

A confession! He admitted that it happened! That means you can now press him for information.

Choose which question to ask next. This choice will hold the most impact on how Suspicion is distributed at the conversation’s end.

A: “So who was that guy?”
B: “Didn’t you think it was weird?”
C: Let Franklin ask a question
D: Let Enid ask a question
No. 1012961 ID: 8483cf

Defer to Enid. I'm very bad at this.
No. 1012998 ID: dfbac0

I don't want Enid to be given any suspicion, we're a clean slate so we can take a little.
Asking if he thought it was weird would probably attract suspicion as it may look like we're looking for weird stuff.
I think the best option would be to ask who that person was as it's a reasonable question given that he's a stranger who took your friend.
At the risk of giving him an out we can defer further suspicion by phrasing it so: "Who was that guy? Was he a friend of Jhonen's?"
This can show we're less prying into the business of the stranger and more the well-being of our friend.
There's also the fact that Franklin can ask a question so blunt and straightforward that it somehow doesn't add suspicion but that's a gamble we better not take.
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Roger: “So… Who was that guy? I don’t remember Jhonen hanging out with adults much.”
Mr. Snyder: “Ah, I wasn’t really paying attention, sorry.”
Enid: “Really?”
Mr. Snyder: “I’m really sorry I can’t be more helpful. This isn’t important, is it?”

It kind of was, but you didn’t want to say that. You really wanted him to talk, but what else could you say?

You glance to your right. Franklin didn’t seem to be paying attention anymore. In fact, yeah, he was totally distracted. He was completely enamored by his book, holding it right up to his face and not sparing a glance towards any of you.

You glance to your left. Enid seemed to be deep in thought. Before you can ask about it, she speaks up.

Enid: “Are you sure you didn’t see? ‘Cuz Franklin said it wasn’t Jhonen’s dad, so it had to be someone else.”
Enid: “If you saw a kid getting into someone else’s car, wouldn’t you stop and think it was kind of weird?”

Since she’d paved the way forward, you jump in to assist.

Roger: “I’d probably think it’s weird that they were getting in a car at all.”
Roger: “The only places in town you really have to drive to reach are The Farm and the Recycling Center.
Roger: “Aiden and John come to school by car, since they live up there y’know.”
Enid: “I don’t know those kids yet...”
Enid: “Um, what I was saying is… If it was weird to see, then it seems like you probably wouldn’t forget it.”
Enid: “Are you really sure you don’t know who it was, Mr. Giovanni?”

He makes a face like you’d punched him, and stares down at the ground. Something was bothering him, and you could tell that there was something he wanted to say. After an awkward pause, he takes a deep breath before responding.

Mr. Snyder: “That’s a good point. I guess, I just didn’t find any of that weird at the time.”
Franklin: “...Why not?”
Mr. Snyder: “Because… I knew that guy worked for the High School.
Mr. Snyder: “So it was just a normal graduation, right? Is that why you’re asking about Jhonen, because he graduated?”
Enid: “Um… Y-Yes.”

He sighs, shaking his head. He gives us a warm smile.

Mr. Snyder: “I understand. You kids don’t really understand how it works, so it seems scary. I’ve seen it before.”
Mr. Snyder: “Anytime a kid graduates, the rest of the kids always start asking questions and spreading weird rumors about it.”
Mr. Snyder: “Don’t worry, it’s completely normal to wonder about that stuff at your age. It’ll make more sense when you’re older.”
Roger: “Really?”
Mr. Snyder: “Sure. Think about it, have you ever met an adult who doesn’t understand it?”

You think. It wasn’t really something you’d talked about with many grown-ups, but in all the memories you had you couldn’t recall a single adult ever expressing a lack of understanding about how it all works.

Mr. Snyder: “See? You can’t think of one, because we all get it. So when you guys are adults, you’ll understand it too.”
Enid: “Then… Can you tell us more about it?”
Mr. Snyder: “Ehh… That’s more of a conversation to have with your pa-”

He fakes a cough to try and save it, but it’s too late. Enid’s head tilts down sadly, and you can see a look of pure guilt manifest on his face.

Mr. Snyder: “S-Sorry…”
Mr. Snyder: “You’re staying with the Fosters now, right Enid?”
Enid: “Y-Yeah?”
Mr. Snyder: “Maybe you should ask them about it. They’ve had a few kids, I’m sure they’re used to explaining it.”

The conversation seemed to be reaching a natural conclusion, and you were coming out of it with more information than you started. The man Jhonen left with worked for the high school. As weird as it seemed, Jhonen really did graduate.

But… Was that good enough?

Should Roger let the conversation end, or press further? Mr. Snyder has currently brushed your questions off as normal childhood curiosities, so suspicion gain will be next to nothing if you leave. But pressing further may just get you a definitive answer.

What will it be?

A: Leave the store
B: Ask who the employee was
C: Other
No. 1013179 ID: ce39da

You shouldn't press on the employee's identity unless you A) have an innocent excuse to want it or B) are 100% certain you can do something with what you gain. i.e., if the employee lives on-campus or something, you can't do anything with the information.

What we can ask about is what he and Jhonen were discussing before he got in (C); you're curious about what made him eligible for early graduation - no offense meant towards him, but you'd think he was an odd choice. (Ask in a way that implies envy instead of suspicion - maybe cross your arms and huff a bit (or perhaps Enid is more the type to pull this kind of manipulation).)
No. 1013220 ID: 8483cf

Agree with the Detective! Finally, someone qualified.

C: Ask what made him eligible for early graduation, and be in awe about it.
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