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]

[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?

[protoshepherd]

To play game.
Follow rule, nothing bad happen.

[yeahscience]

Why me? How'd I get picked for this bullshit?

[protoshepherd]

No reason. Just fun.

[yeahscience]

What-- Screw you, asshole!

[protoshepherd]

[ It just shrugs its shoulders. ]

You have fun too.

[yeahscience]

Oh, yeah. I really love getting conked on the head and dragged out to some random club somewhere in L-freaking-A so I can play in some random freak's dumbass psycho murder mystery game! Yeah, that sounds way fun to me. Why don't I do this every year, even?

[protoshepherd]

No murder. Unless you want there to be...?

[yeahscience]

What? No!

...so what's with the chalk outline?

[protoshepherd]

Someone did that. Police investigating now.

[yeahscience]

So we are suspects. Or that's just some kind of nutso coincidence?

[protoshepherd]

Not connected. Sort of.

[ The badger's neutral expression slowly turns into a cheery one. Is it smiling? Yeah, it definitely is. ]

[yeahscience]

[Well, he... guesses...? that's a relief?]

Fine. So what happens if I just go in and tell everyone, 'sup, bitches, I'm one of the wolves?

[protoshepherd]

Cannot.

[ And it means what it says. If Jesse ever plans on doing it, he will end up speaking in jibberish rather than an understandable language. ]