GAME 2: Wolves

[protoshepherd]

[ Each wolf will receive a text stating:
Now
Meet other wolves
Female's W.C.
3rd cubicle
Flush three times
They also have the option to reply to the message. (Ping me if this happens!)

And if they follow the instructions, the wall behind the cubicle will slowly reveal a ~ secret path ~ to a secret room.

Except, this room is also a washroom. But it looks pretty swag, like a hotel's bathroom. There's a bathtub, a shower, a toilet with a bidet, a HUGEass mirror, and the floor is carpeted. It seems like a pretty private place for you and your fellow wolves to plot in.

Have fun! ]

Comments

[yeahscience]

[No way, mystery texter. Jesse Pinkman is getting answers.]

Yo who the hell is this???

[protoshepherd]

[ as if you'll get any real answers :( ]

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U WILL DIE DEAD IF YOU STOP READING
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so there was this bunny named elf and he had an owner named benny and benny loved the rabbit. 1 day the rabbit and benny was taking for a walk and then they ran in 2 a girl who also wlaked with her bunny and it’s name was cammie.

her name was beth. beth and benny went 2 starting dating and 1 day they were having unprotected sex and weren’t watching their bunnies like good pet owners should be. then the rabbits both ate hand grenades and exploded. then their exploded bunny parts were buried but the bunny parts turned into smaller bunny babies and clawed their way form the ground and attacked people who have unprotected sex.

if you don’t pass this along 2 12,000 people, bunnies will bite your penis off and they will bite your vagina off 2 and then they’ll eat ur eye balls until they can drink ur eye socket blood. i broke this chain letter and now i’m died.

[yeahscience]

[Well, that was less than productive.]

a chain letter

seriously

[protoshepherd]

Hi, I am Teddy. Once you read this you cannot get out. Finish reading this until it is done! As I said, I am Teddy. I am 7 years old. I have no eyes and blood all over my face. I am dead. If you don't send this to at least 12 people I will come to your house at midnight and I'll hide under your bed. When you're asleep, I'll kill you.

Don't believe me? Case 1: Patty Buckles Got this e-mail. She doesn't believe in chain letters. Well, Foolish Patty. She was sleeping when her TV started flickering on and off. Now she's not with us anymore. Ha ha patty, Ha ha! You don't want to be like Patty, do you?

Case 2: George M. Simon Hates chain mail, but he didn't want to die that night. He sent it to 4 people. Not good enough George. Now, George is in a coma, we don't know if he'll ever wake up. Ha ha George, Ha ha! Now, do you want to be like George?

Case 3: Valarie Tyler She got this letter. Another chain letter she thought. Only had 7 people to send to. Well, That night when she was having a shower she saw bloody Mary in the mirror. It was the BIGGEST fright of her life. Valarie is scarred for life.

[ It's a pretty long text, but if Jesse reads all of it, he'll find something interesting in the middle of the text's body. ]

Yes! Hello there, Mr. Pinkman. How are you doing today? :)

Case 4: Derek Minse This is the final case I'll tell you about. Well, Derek was a smart person. He sent it to 12 people. Later that day, he found a $100.00 bill on the ground. He was premoted to head officer at his job and his girlfriend said yes to his purposal. Now, Katie and him are living happily ever after.The have 2 beautiful children.

Send this to at least 12 people or you'll face the consequences. 0 people- You will die tonight 1-6 people- you will be injured 7-11 people- you will get the biggest fright of your life 12 and over- you are safe and will have good fortune! Do What Teddy Says!!!! Hurry, you must send to 12 people before midnight no send backs Sorry!! I had to!

[yeahscience]

[Sadly, Jesse's attention span is limited and his fuse is short; he gives up, like, two sentences in with an irritated growl.]

Screw this, man.

[So, fine, okay, he's going to your stupid bathroom now.]

istg bitch if this is just some pervy lame-ass excuse to get dudes into the lady john you will be sorry


not to mention all the other junk you need to be sorry for.

[protoshepherd]

[ Jesse will find himself in a fancy bathroom. It looks absolutely disconnected to the building he's supposed to be in, because wow. This place is too comfortable to be real.

He'll receive a text once he's in. ]

luk at mirr wolf
hurry cos wrk soon

[yeahscience]

[...okay, he's going to the mirror, apparently.]

not so good at texting now huh

[protoshepherd]

[ Jesse finds the badger in front of him, in the mirror. Its face is neutral, and it's not holding anything. Then it waves a hand. No one seems to be behind Jesse, though. The badger is just... There. In the mirror. ]

[yeahscience]

[Jesse can't help but shudder this time. This is just creepy as shit.]

So... what? What do you want?

[protoshepherd]

[ The badger speaks telepathically. There's no voice, since the conversation happens in Jesse's headspace. Even more creepy, huh? ]

You are wolf with partner. Have question?

[ It doesn't seem like the badger can form proper sentences. ]

[yeahscience]

Gah--! [He whirls, looking around, like there's a chance the sound might have come from elsewhere, even though in his heart -- in his head -- he knows it didn't.]

What the fuck-- unnecessary, much!?

[protoshepherd]

[ The badger looks confused, even cocking its head to one side. ]

No. It how I talk. Hello.

No question?

[yeahscience]

Uh, yeah, most definitely questions, yo!!

[He's sounding a little hysterical. He is a little hysterical.]

Like, for starters, what the hell is this place? Why are we here?

Actual Threadstarter

[yeahscience]

[That deeply frustrating conversation not at all taken care of, Jesse reluctantly makes for the women's bathroom and follows the instructions. And, okay, when he gets there, he has to admit, it's swank. It's probably the least upsetting surprise he's had so far, although he eyes the bidet with some trepidation.

He's alone when he first enters, so he takes the opportunity to pause for a smoke, finally settling down -- if constant knee-jiggling jitters can be called settling -- on the edge of the tub. To be honest, it's actually kind of a relief to be in here, if it really is safe to talk in here. He was starting to go totally nuts out in the open.

When another wolf enters, he looks up.]

'Sup, bitch?

[inspectormacarena]

[So they're going from "dumbass" to "bitch", huh? Strike two, Jesse. Not that Cabanela will give any sign it bothers him. He's too busy prancing across the plush carpet and giving a low whistle at how fancy this is. Maybe he'd be surprised to see Jesse here, but... Well, the whole partner thing made it a given.]

Yo, how's it goin'?

[yeahscience]

Oh, Jesus, it's you.

[Despite the words themselves, Jesse sounds relieved, maybe even a little grateful. Whatever his personal feelings are about Cabanela -- and he can't say they're, like, super generous -- he's been dying to talk to the guy in private ever since he realized who he actually was.

He gets up now and rushes over to him, taking him by the elbow to pull him aside in case someone else happens to wander in at this moment. He keeps his voice low for the same reason.]

So, seriously, do you know what's going on here? I mean-- I didn't wanna say it out there, but what the hell are we wolves for?

[inspectormacarena]

[Pulling Cabanela aside was maybe not the best idea, because it leads to some extremely comical, flamboyant, sideways hopping that could've been avoided. Jesse brought this upon himself.

As for the upcoming conversation, he doesn't seem entirely bothered. That's because he's not. He's not taking this game itself too seriously. It's the circumstances around the game that have his interest. What a fun collection of individuals that's involved.]

Luck of the draw, I'd wager. [Or horrible misfortune of the draw, depending on how bad things get later on. He still hopes to get out of here before the first day even ends, though.]

[yeahscience]

So you really think this is like all just somebody screwing with us?

[Because, well... look, as much as he might claim to be innocent right here and right now, in this particular setting, he knows he's not. At all. Not even a little. Cabanela had said they were finding the bad guys, and he is absolutely one of them.

But then why, he keeps thinking, would they pair him with a cop, if this was really about any of that? Why saddle him with a maybe-body he knows he's not responsible for instead of the ones that he is?]

[inspectormacarena]

The point may very well be to keep us occupied for a while. I don't know about you, but I have somewhere I need to be tonight and I would haaate to miss out on it, baby. It's the sort of event that cooould influence an entire nation.

[Or two nations. Or three. Who knows how many deals the Manipulator was making? And then there's the execution, of course. Oh, the execution. He can't miss out on that for entirely different, yet entirely related reasons. So for perhaps the first time all day, his face takes on a much more serious note.

With a physicist who specializes in nuclear things, a judge who presides over this area, an FBI agent, a few more detectives and lord knows how many more influential folks stuck in here, it's hard to believe this whole thing doesn't tie together. Their host's response when he asked about Temsik isn't helping. He doesn't like this one bit.]

[yeahscience]

Me? No, man. Nothing. I told you, yo -- I'm unemployed.

[Except something has changed behind his eyes; his blood runs cold. Cabanela's theory is one that hasn't occurred to him, but now that he's thinking about it... oh, yes, there are quite possibly some very powerful people that would like to see Jesse Pinkman shuffled out of the way for a little while. Not permanently. Not in any kind of trouble he can't get out of. But... for a little while.

Long enough to get rid of his partner.

He swallows, feeling a little ill.]

Except, uh. My girlfriend and her kid, man. I don't wanna leave them alone for too long. So yeah, maybe we should work on getting out of this joint.

[inspectormacarena]

[A girlfriend and a kid are perfectly good reasons to want to leave, of course. Good reasons to leave, but likely not good reasons for someone else to force him to stay. So either Jesse is an innocent civilian caught in the crossfire, he's lying about his motivations or there's something else entirely to this game. ...Maybe the other wolves can help them figure it out.]

Now we're talkin'. I taaake it we'll be playing along like good boys until the opportunity to escape presents itself?

[yeahscience]

I guess...

[He's more interested in the escape part, but he's learned a thing or two about the whole "play along" thing. He sighs, rubbing a hand over his peach-fuzz hair.]

That means we gotta keep faking it, right? And, like... vote for somebody.

[inspectormacarena]

I suppooose so.

[This is a pretty iffy concept, though. The rules state that sheep can 'kick wolves out of the game' by voting, but wolves in turn will 'take out' sheep. It's very ambiguous wording and Nagi seemed convinced that voting will lead to death. The person responsible for the text messages claimed that the chance of death is very low, but is their word trustworthy? He doubts it.

He shifts his stance to have his weight rest on his other leg and runs a hand through his hair.]

If at all possible, we find a way to avoid voting. There's no way to predict what will happen to those we choose and I, for one, have nooo intention of staining my hands.

[yeahscience]

Yeah. No. Of course.

[It's a good point: Jesse honestly doesn't want to hurt anyone else. Much less kill them.

That said...]

If we do have to, though... there's definitely something up with that Dr. Doom guy.

[inspectormacarena]

[There's something up with him? Really? Cabanela thought he was a very clever, polite man. ...The complete opposite of Jesse, basically.]

The hooonorable judge? What makes you say that?