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Let's Run a Gang of Dangerous High School Girls in Trouble!
- Thread starter Crooked Bee
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True that. This LP brought to you by Gragt Inc.
Eh, that depends on the LP's goals. Plus, reader participation rarely thrives in Codex LPs anyway.
Personally I love blind LPs. They are more... authentic, somehow.
Diary of a High School Rebel: Day 3
8 a.m.
The day started off slowly. We weren't able to locate Nurse Nacht and decided, on the spur of the moment, to head to Mrs. Fox' mathematics class.
To distract the fox somehow, I had Hazel play a little exposing game.
Good thing Hazel was on trend with the latest in subdivisions.
The class giggled: Hazel's popularity was on the rise.
9 a.m.
At the gym, we couldn't but bump into the slightly dense coach.
Helen could do with some exposing practice. We all smiled widely.
Anything more complex than a punch in the face confused Coach Gustav easily. Thick as a brick indeed.
On the ball, and not on our legs, coach!
10 a.m.
It was time to finally get down to business.
"Aha, you don't deny it!"
"What what?"
"Aha, you don't deny it!"
"What what?"
> "What he did say."
"Who are you trying to protect?"
> "Hospital's head doctor?"
"We'll tell the dean."
I made a wild guess.
"Who are you trying to protect?"
> "We'll tell the dean."
A bit of blackmailing never hurt me yet.
"Who are you trying to protect?"
> "You are involved."
I kept pushing her. There was no other way I could make her slip.
> "Who are you trying to protect?"
"Prove Maximillian's guilt!"
"He ought to be hanged!" Hmm, the nurse clearly needed someone to dump all the blame on.
I got really mad at her. She turned out to be one tough nut to crack.
But... I believed her, as far as her alleged relationship with Maximillian was concerned. The part where the maintenance man was supposed to be guilty, however... Let's just say I had my doubts.
11 a.m.
So far, many things have become clearer.
I was content. And ready to dig deeper. When suddenly...
The police turned up! Dang, they were quick. Too quick. I was afraid of being left with no room for manoeuvre now.
Distraught, I tried taunting Emma...
...but I obviously wasn't in the right mood. I needed time to think -- too bad I didn't have any.
And then Emma's notebook gave me an idea.
Gosh, wasn't I good?
12 p.m.
On our way out of the building, we ran into Mrs. Fragette.
She looked like she had something on her mind, something she wasn't telling us. And there was but one way to find out.
Oh, I was sure he was holding her "hostage" alright. Teehee.
To the athletic field? I wondered whether or not that would be a waste of time.
1 p.m.
There was a really slimy type of an officer scouting around the school's building. We pretended to laugh at him and ignore his rambling, but... something about him was really unsettling. I felt a slight chill.
Cheerful as ever, Mamie darted up to us.
Mamie's silly excitement helped me learn more about Secretary Primley's records. I decided we needed to have a glimpse at those. Badly.
Concealing my true sentiment, I threw a witticism at Mamie, and we hurried off.
2 p.m.
Meanwhile, the teachers have already assembled on the athletic field.
Miss Hippilyta casually told us not to worry much about Mistress Fox. Was she hiding something?
Nope, didn't seem that way.
Too much of a shrimp, wasn't he?
3 p.m. - 4 p.m.
I was glad to see Helen learn new tricks. She wasn't the most quick-tongued of the girls, but she wasn't half-bad either.
His wit hailed around the school, Thaddeus Cane was a good taunt target dummy. Perhaps he could teach us something outside of the usual in-classroom stuff?
Two new retorts for our collection. Not bad.
We barely managed to sprint out of his rage's way.
5 p.m. - 6 p.m.
Coach Gustav firmly remained suspicious of the maintenance man.
Hazel tried taunting him, without success.
Another taunt learned was, however, a plus.
We prevailed on the second try, but couldn't get anything useful out of the coach no matter what. Eh, served us right for wasting time on such an empty head.
We met Clara near the bleachers, but we didn't really have time to waste any more.
The school's main entrance was guarded by the police, so we took the back door.
We sneaked into Primly's office to confront him. Fibbing, thought I, was the right idea.
Smooth as silk.
In that day's most memorable moment, I bluffed the fool of a secretary into thinking we were assisting the police. Men, just... never change.
Primly told us to follow him into the library, so we did just that.
8 p.m.
The records confirmed the faulty items all matched the summer repairs. There was no doubt the maintenance man was involved. Had he been doing all that harm on purpose, though? The real question stayed unanswered.
Using my superior exposing skills, I noticed another detail of utmost importance: all the items had been purchased from one and the same catalogue. That was intriguing, to say the least.
The secretary remained unaware, naturally, as I grabbed the catalogue from the library, no suspicion aroused.
Weehawken was a very respectable catalogue, however, and it was hard to believe they could've been to blame.
9 p.m.
Before curfew, there still remained some time for a powwow.
Had we been wrong?
Perhaps the maintenance man had been plainly ignorant of the items' faultiness?
Helen dismissed the idea as absurd. Weehawken was the most popular and reliable supplier around the town.
Nothing like that had ever happened to their products, Hazel testified.
But that was a different kind of catalogue, as Jean pointed out.
All in all, two possibilities remained.
Jean wondered what we should do.
And I decided to have a little chat with the detective in charge of Maximillian's arrest. To shed more light on the matter maybe.
We had to wait until tomorrow...
Next time: a challenger appears!
8 a.m.
The day started off slowly. We weren't able to locate Nurse Nacht and decided, on the spur of the moment, to head to Mrs. Fox' mathematics class.
To distract the fox somehow, I had Hazel play a little exposing game.
- Losing a game can sometimes lead to a funny retort, like in this case:
- Winning the game is generally a better option, however, as it lets us build up experience.
- We reload and win, and a different brush-off follows:
Good thing Hazel was on trend with the latest in subdivisions.
The class giggled: Hazel's popularity was on the rise.
9 a.m.
At the gym, we couldn't but bump into the slightly dense coach.
Helen could do with some exposing practice. We all smiled widely.
Anything more complex than a punch in the face confused Coach Gustav easily. Thick as a brick indeed.
On the ball, and not on our legs, coach!
10 a.m.
It was time to finally get down to business.
- (I hope you've already guessed who the maintenance man's belle really is... There was a pretty heavy clue earlier.)
"Aha, you don't deny it!"
"What what?"
"Aha, you don't deny it!"
"What what?"
> "What he did say."
"Who are you trying to protect?"
> "Hospital's head doctor?"
"We'll tell the dean."
I made a wild guess.
"Who are you trying to protect?"
> "We'll tell the dean."
A bit of blackmailing never hurt me yet.
"Who are you trying to protect?"
> "You are involved."
I kept pushing her. There was no other way I could make her slip.
> "Who are you trying to protect?"
"Prove Maximillian's guilt!"
"He ought to be hanged!" Hmm, the nurse clearly needed someone to dump all the blame on.
I got really mad at her. She turned out to be one tough nut to crack.
But... I believed her, as far as her alleged relationship with Maximillian was concerned. The part where the maintenance man was supposed to be guilty, however... Let's just say I had my doubts.
11 a.m.
So far, many things have become clearer.
I was content. And ready to dig deeper. When suddenly...
The police turned up! Dang, they were quick. Too quick. I was afraid of being left with no room for manoeuvre now.
Distraught, I tried taunting Emma...
...but I obviously wasn't in the right mood. I needed time to think -- too bad I didn't have any.
And then Emma's notebook gave me an idea.
Gosh, wasn't I good?
12 p.m.
On our way out of the building, we ran into Mrs. Fragette.
She looked like she had something on her mind, something she wasn't telling us. And there was but one way to find out.
Oh, I was sure he was holding her "hostage" alright. Teehee.
To the athletic field? I wondered whether or not that would be a waste of time.
1 p.m.
There was a really slimy type of an officer scouting around the school's building. We pretended to laugh at him and ignore his rambling, but... something about him was really unsettling. I felt a slight chill.
Cheerful as ever, Mamie darted up to us.
Mamie's silly excitement helped me learn more about Secretary Primley's records. I decided we needed to have a glimpse at those. Badly.
Concealing my true sentiment, I threw a witticism at Mamie, and we hurried off.
2 p.m.
Meanwhile, the teachers have already assembled on the athletic field.
Miss Hippilyta casually told us not to worry much about Mistress Fox. Was she hiding something?
Nope, didn't seem that way.
Too much of a shrimp, wasn't he?
3 p.m. - 4 p.m.
I was glad to see Helen learn new tricks. She wasn't the most quick-tongued of the girls, but she wasn't half-bad either.
His wit hailed around the school, Thaddeus Cane was a good taunt target dummy. Perhaps he could teach us something outside of the usual in-classroom stuff?
Two new retorts for our collection. Not bad.
We barely managed to sprint out of his rage's way.
5 p.m. - 6 p.m.
Coach Gustav firmly remained suspicious of the maintenance man.
Hazel tried taunting him, without success.
Another taunt learned was, however, a plus.
We prevailed on the second try, but couldn't get anything useful out of the coach no matter what. Eh, served us right for wasting time on such an empty head.
- (I spent four hours in total practicing on Mr. Cane and Gustav to learn new retorts, since there didn't seem to be any penalties for losing whatsoever.)
We met Clara near the bleachers, but we didn't really have time to waste any more.
The school's main entrance was guarded by the police, so we took the back door.
We sneaked into Primly's office to confront him. Fibbing, thought I, was the right idea.
Smooth as silk.
In that day's most memorable moment, I bluffed the fool of a secretary into thinking we were assisting the police. Men, just... never change.
Primly told us to follow him into the library, so we did just that.
8 p.m.
The records confirmed the faulty items all matched the summer repairs. There was no doubt the maintenance man was involved. Had he been doing all that harm on purpose, though? The real question stayed unanswered.
Using my superior exposing skills, I noticed another detail of utmost importance: all the items had been purchased from one and the same catalogue. That was intriguing, to say the least.
The secretary remained unaware, naturally, as I grabbed the catalogue from the library, no suspicion aroused.
Weehawken was a very respectable catalogue, however, and it was hard to believe they could've been to blame.
9 p.m.
Before curfew, there still remained some time for a powwow.
Had we been wrong?
Perhaps the maintenance man had been plainly ignorant of the items' faultiness?
Helen dismissed the idea as absurd. Weehawken was the most popular and reliable supplier around the town.
Nothing like that had ever happened to their products, Hazel testified.
But that was a different kind of catalogue, as Jean pointed out.
All in all, two possibilities remained.
Jean wondered what we should do.
And I decided to have a little chat with the detective in charge of Maximillian's arrest. To shed more light on the matter maybe.
We had to wait until tomorrow...
Next time: a challenger appears!
Guess I'll have to replay that game as well now!
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Interesting. I wish such investigative things would more integrated in rpgs. Btw is this still the tutorial???
Morkar said:
Still the prologue, but not the tutorial any more, I guess, even if we still have one more mini-game, Gambit, to learn.
This is the funniest part of the game so far; so much innuendo. I recommend you read it carefully if you can. 
Diary of a High School Rebel: Day 4, or, The Game Adults Play in Private
8 a.m.
Things happened so fast, and I don't think we were really prepared to face what was to come. They say we are defined by the games we play... well, that day we were re-defined. That day, we started growing up.
It all began with meeting Officer Cooning again outside the school.
We bluffed him into telling us Detective Friendly was about to arrest Maximillian. We had to act -- quickly.
"The basement!" thought I.
I felt really rebellious then.
9 a.m.
Detective Friendly, calm and detached, just waiting to be taunted. Seemingly.
He proved too good for us, however. Too good even for me.
But most importantly, and most horribly, he straight away ignored my game! It's like it had no effect on him whatsoever.
When the detective led Maximillian out of the basement and into the main hallway, I made another desperate attempt at getting his attention.
But he was completely immune to exposing as well!
The second time he ignored me, and the second game that made no impression.
The paddy wagon was about to arrive. Only one game remained, that of fibbing.
And even though I won...
All hope was lost.
When suddenly, Miss Fox appeared.
And then disappeared under the detective's broad coat!
I was at a loss. What was she trying to achieve? Just what kind of game was she playing?
I was annoyed. And puzzled. Yet intrigued.
That was the moment I stopped caring about Maximillian. In fact, I forgot about him entirely. It was now all about Miss Fox's mysterious game.
10 a.m.
The whole school was shaken, turned upside down -- not so much by the arrest, but rather by what Miss Fox did.
But was what it that she did?
No one would tell us.
Naturally, our gang weren't the only students striving to discover the truth behind that.
So we did our best to learn what others knew. Jean fibbed.
Could Liar Girl actually know something?
11 a.m.
We found her under the Shady Tree. I let Jean do the taunting.
Liar Girl was easy prey.
We sparked her to action, but whether that would lead to anything remained to be seen.
12 p.m.
All the teachers, no exception, were horrified by what Miss Fox did. "Oh my, in front of the children! Wouldn't someone think of the children!" was all they were mumbling about.
There were even rumours of Miss Fox's dismissal, no less.
Meanwhile, accidents continued to occur!
Old pottery again...
We promised we would do what Miriam asked.
Jean handled the situation with Miriam admirably, and her rebelliousness improved.
1 p.m.
We found Miss Julianne Fox on the north sidewalk. It was parley time.
> "Believe Max innocent."
"Teach us that game?"
"Teach us that game?"
> "HANG??"
"We have evidence."
"Teach us that game?"
> "We have evidence."
And then I decided to get to the crux of the matter.
> "Teach us that game?"
> "Detective ignored our games!"
"What's bad about your game?"
A private thing, for adults only?
Fascinated by the secret, we were willing to do anything to learn the new game.
Miss Fox just cringed... Was the game really that bad?
I felt bad for her, sure, but that adult thing was the only one that really mattered.
2 p.m.
A powwow was in order.
The game that adults play in private and would by all means keep secret from us -- what could it be?
Jean hummed playfully.
And then I had another of my bright ideas. Florence, the primary school teacher, could probably teach us the forbidden game.
Technically Florence was a junior, but hey, she was a teacher, so the adults' secrets could well be known to her.
In any case, I had to make sure. So we rushed off to the primary school building.
Florence implored us against learning more. So she did know something! Meaning I just had to expose what she knew. No hard feelings.
The outcome was shocking. And I wanted to dig deeper.
Sweettalking and exposing, exposing and sweettalking. That was the plan.
I felt bad exploiting her pain like that. But it had to be done.
Still, Florence knew the secret! She was knowledgeable already. And I couldn't but feel jealous.
I persuaded her into talking frankly.
> "Where can we talk?"
"Catch you another time."
> "Don't treat us like kids."
"Anything for a new game!"
> "Anything for a new game!"
I wasn't sure about the "man of her dreams" part, but one good man was perfectly possible to find.
And another one for Miriam... Good gosh.
Oh well, whatever it takes.
Next Saturday under the Shady Tree! It was a deal.
Time passed quickly.
Next time: under the shady tree
Diary of a High School Rebel: Day 4, or, The Game Adults Play in Private
8 a.m.
Things happened so fast, and I don't think we were really prepared to face what was to come. They say we are defined by the games we play... well, that day we were re-defined. That day, we started growing up.
It all began with meeting Officer Cooning again outside the school.
We bluffed him into telling us Detective Friendly was about to arrest Maximillian. We had to act -- quickly.
"The basement!" thought I.
I felt really rebellious then.
9 a.m.
Detective Friendly, calm and detached, just waiting to be taunted. Seemingly.
He proved too good for us, however. Too good even for me.
But most importantly, and most horribly, he straight away ignored my game! It's like it had no effect on him whatsoever.
When the detective led Maximillian out of the basement and into the main hallway, I made another desperate attempt at getting his attention.
But he was completely immune to exposing as well!
The second time he ignored me, and the second game that made no impression.
The paddy wagon was about to arrive. Only one game remained, that of fibbing.
And even though I won...
All hope was lost.
When suddenly, Miss Fox appeared.
And then disappeared under the detective's broad coat!
I was at a loss. What was she trying to achieve? Just what kind of game was she playing?
I was annoyed. And puzzled. Yet intrigued.
That was the moment I stopped caring about Maximillian. In fact, I forgot about him entirely. It was now all about Miss Fox's mysterious game.
10 a.m.
The whole school was shaken, turned upside down -- not so much by the arrest, but rather by what Miss Fox did.
But was what it that she did?
No one would tell us.
Naturally, our gang weren't the only students striving to discover the truth behind that.
So we did our best to learn what others knew. Jean fibbed.
Could Liar Girl actually know something?
11 a.m.
We found her under the Shady Tree. I let Jean do the taunting.
Liar Girl was easy prey.
We sparked her to action, but whether that would lead to anything remained to be seen.
12 p.m.
All the teachers, no exception, were horrified by what Miss Fox did. "Oh my, in front of the children! Wouldn't someone think of the children!" was all they were mumbling about.
There were even rumours of Miss Fox's dismissal, no less.
Meanwhile, accidents continued to occur!
Old pottery again...
We promised we would do what Miriam asked.
Jean handled the situation with Miriam admirably, and her rebelliousness improved.
1 p.m.
We found Miss Julianne Fox on the north sidewalk. It was parley time.
> "Believe Max innocent."
"Teach us that game?"
"Teach us that game?"
> "HANG??"
"We have evidence."
"Teach us that game?"
> "We have evidence."
And then I decided to get to the crux of the matter.
> "Teach us that game?"
> "Detective ignored our games!"
"What's bad about your game?"
A private thing, for adults only?
Fascinated by the secret, we were willing to do anything to learn the new game.
Miss Fox just cringed... Was the game really that bad?
I felt bad for her, sure, but that adult thing was the only one that really mattered.
2 p.m.
A powwow was in order.
The game that adults play in private and would by all means keep secret from us -- what could it be?
Jean hummed playfully.
And then I had another of my bright ideas. Florence, the primary school teacher, could probably teach us the forbidden game.
Technically Florence was a junior, but hey, she was a teacher, so the adults' secrets could well be known to her.
In any case, I had to make sure. So we rushed off to the primary school building.
Florence implored us against learning more. So she did know something! Meaning I just had to expose what she knew. No hard feelings.
The outcome was shocking. And I wanted to dig deeper.
Sweettalking and exposing, exposing and sweettalking. That was the plan.
I felt bad exploiting her pain like that. But it had to be done.
(In before "but was it tasteful?")
Still, Florence knew the secret! She was knowledgeable already. And I couldn't but feel jealous.
I persuaded her into talking frankly.
> "Where can we talk?"
"Catch you another time."
> "Don't treat us like kids."
"Anything for a new game!"
> "Anything for a new game!"
I wasn't sure about the "man of her dreams" part, but one good man was perfectly possible to find.
And another one for Miriam... Good gosh.
Oh well, whatever it takes.
Next Saturday under the Shady Tree! It was a deal.
Time passed quickly.
Next time: under the shady tree
*Sigh* But that's the whole point, you literalist bastard. The whole thing is supposed to be metaphoric.
Nah, I haven't abandoned this. Will get back to it after I'm done with the Arcania LP.
What a cliffhanger!
Wait! Wat? Is this a real game?!?!?!
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Crooked Bee said:
Next update = tomorrow! First I have something else entirely to take care of...
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spekkio said:^
Sup, KC?
More like Andhaira.
Diary of a High School Rebel: Days 6 to 9
Saturday, 8 a.m.
"Meet me under the Shady Tree, next Saturday, and I'll teach the game adults play," said Florence. So here I am.
I decided to take on Florence boldly and without shame, yet with a gentle touch.
The outcome was pleasant!
And I was ready for more.
9 a.m.
Florence was willing to teach me the rules, and I accepted her authority just for this one gambit.
She told me she'd play brazenly and pointed out the way I should respond to that.
I submitted.
But I guess I just wasn't one to follow rules.
10 a.m. - 11 a.m.
Playing with Florence was a pleasure, and useful to boot, so we spent another hour practising together.
I thought I had learnt all the lessons I needed for that day.
Armed with Gambit, I felt we could now confront the adults on their turf. Planning ahead, however, remained our first priority; rushing headlong would be suicidal. We had to discuss what to do next -- a powwow was in order.
I suggested we could probably try solving the Maximilian question with the help of the adult game.
Question? Jean mockingly wondered.
The question was: who were we to blame in our investigation? Choosing the right course and acting accordingly was vital. Our reputation and future influence were at stake.
The girls, it seemed, were taking it too light-heartedly. Or maybe I was getting a bit too serious about all that myself?
Luckily, Helen chimed in to save the situation and get us back on track.
It was decided: we were to go to Nurse Nacht and see if playing a little private game with her would help us get the information we sought.
Unfortunately, we had to wait till Monday for that. School was normally off-limits on weekends.
Monday, 8 a.m.
We spent the weekend preparing for the encounter with Nurse Nacht.
Now we could only cross our fingers and boldly step ahead.
Nurse Nacht must've been quite a brazen type, thought I. If hard-headed enough, those should be easy to fool. I only needed to play deviously in secret while pretending to be all straightforward and in the open.
She didn't expect that, and I captured all her tokens! The victory was mine to cherish.
So Nurse Nacht had been protecting... the dean all along? Whatever, I had to find a way of laying my hands on that evidence. For that, I needed to sneak into dean's office; that wouldn't, however, be easy.
9 a.m.
First we decided to catch a little breath as well as catch up with the most current rumours; the school was practically buzzing with those.
On the south grounds, Stoolie Girl kept asking us if we knew about the game that adults play in private.
No way I was going to tell her! Bluffing was the only option in dealing with it.
So I ordered Hazel to fib Stoolie Girl out of her excessive curiosity.
Liar Girl was the next one we needed to handle. I let Helen play the exposing game.
Naturally, Liar Girl had been lying all along, pathetically as always.
Our laughter chased her away.
11 a.m.
In the Girls Room, we ran into Bully Girl. She was obviously in bad mood, so I thought I could take advantage of that and taunt her a litte.
She was outraged! You should've seen her face.
No more fun was to be had here, so we left Bully Girl be.
12 p.m.
Equipped with the latest rumours and having bested the annoying girls, I came out more popular than ever. I was having a particularly pleasant day! True, there still were pressing matters to attend to, but I decide to lay all troubles to rest until the next day.
We still had time to kill, so I decided my girls should attend the maths class.
Why? Because we'd probably have to rely on Gambit a lot the following day, and mathematics improved our savvy.
4 p.m.
It was already 4 p.m. and the school was closed, so we chose to call it a day. I needed some time to think and strengthen the flanks, so to speak. I also needed to rest. The next day promised to be quite troublesome.
Tuesday, 8 a.m.
All right, so our goal was to infiltrate the dean's office. How were we to proceed about that?
Flirting with the secretary sounded like a plan! Hazel took it upon herself.
Primly reasoned, she shared a thought. He teased, she gave a coy smile.
Teehee, silly old Primly got hooked!
Breaking into dean's office? That sounded like a plan! Should be right up our gang's alley.
9 a.m.
For that, however, we had to wait until the school is closed.
That's why we decided to attend Miss Hippilyta's class.
The class was mildly boring, but what the hell.
We now had not only a savvy, but a rebellion boost as well.
4 p.m.
It was time for us to act.
Good thing we still had that crowbar we had fetched from the gym!
It all sounded perfect in theory, but unfortunately, that didn't go too well. It was a trap.
Our lion of a dean was angry, and ready to leap at us any moment. I resolved to try defusing the situation. Too much depended on it.
> "Do you mind?"
"Dean Hemlock!"
"You'll never take us alive!"
> "You'll never take us alive!"
"Save a man's life."
"We're learning."
"You'll never take us alive!"
"I'll surmise, you've always wanted to say that." The dean remains deadpan.
"What are you doing here?"
His answer is a deep frown.
The dean was really good, but I kept on trying.
"Save a man's life."
> "We're learning."
"We want to learn more about Maximilian."
"Interrogating my file cabinet is a poor way to get to know a man."
"Save a man's life."
> "One thing led to another."
"Well..." Louise shrugs haplessly. "We were walking by... One thing led to another."
"I hired Max at the suggestion of Mistress Fox. They met at a science exposition in the big city."
> "Save a man's life."
"We're trying to save a man's life. That's worth a little burglary."
"It would be, if he's innocent. Regardless, you will be held accountable for your actions."
I must admit I didn't like the turn the conversation was taking...
"These are your reports."
> "Accountability?"
"As for accountability, an accountant couldn't figure our actions. Perhaps a bookie..."
"I'll bet."
There was nothing left for me to do but confront the dean with his own papers.
> "These are your reports."
"These are your reports." Louise fans out the papers she was searching. "You know if he is innocent."
"The man worked hard and efficiently. I've never seen such earnest effort. He accomplished the job of four men in two weeks."
"Maybe he took negligent..."
> "Love does that."
"I hear love has that effect on people."
"Not your boyfriends."
That was... a cruel blow. But I stiffed upper lip.
> "Maybe he took negligent..."
"Maybe he took negligent shortcuts?"
"His work was certified by a building inspector from City Hall."
City Hall? That sounded like a lead we could later try following!
"Then he is innocent!"
> "City Hall."
"Isn't City Hall where they keep the town's laws pertaining to the endangerment of minors?"
"In a well-guarded, locked vault buried in a sub-basement's concrete."
Well-guarded indeed. Duly noted.
> "Then he is innocent!"
"Then he is innocent! Why aren't you helping him?"
"I'd be a fool to believe that! The Weehawken mail-order company sells the highest quality goods in America!"
Confronted with the dean's stubbornness, I had to retreat.
When suddenly, the dean spoke a most terrible thing: he wanted to expel us from school!
We had no other choice but desperately attempt to outdo him at the new game. Helen has the highest savvy, so it was up to her. I didn't envy her.
The dean played it deviously, and outsmarted Helen.
And her meatshield had to go. Good thing I had been wise enough to procure those for us!
Helen tried once again, this time knowing how crooked the dean could be.
And she made it! Never had I been as happy as then.
(Depends on the man, of course.)
We were put on probation until we could solve the accidents. Now we really had no other choice but press on!
5 p.m.
There were many things for us to discuss, the most important one being, naturally, the course of action we should take.
We had to act quickly, that much was clear. We couldn't stand to lose our hard-earned reputation.
Then again, maybe we could turn the loss in reputation to our advantage somehow?.. Perhaps we could use that to rely on our other talents more?
In any case, proving Max's innocence was now wholly up to us.
I suggested we expand. Since we had to act anyway, we could as well broaden our gang's area of influence.
Downtown Brigiton! Leaving the confines of the school sure felt exciting.
Saturday, 8 a.m.
"Meet me under the Shady Tree, next Saturday, and I'll teach the game adults play," said Florence. So here I am.
- Gambit is a mini-game metaphorically standing for the adult kind of relationship. It involves penetrating the other's defences by using your knowledge of, or guessing, his or her personality. Naturally, this is just a game, so don't expect actual romances or hentai content, but it sure does reference sex a lot. (Sexually transmitted diseases will also be hinted at.) After all, in this game you're supposed to get on top of the situation to wind the other 'round your little finger. *wink wink*
- There are three kinds of personality: BRAZEN, SMOOTH, and DEVIOUS. The girl's Savvy attribute is the most important one here, as one of the two tokens you're given will always equal your Savvy. The game looks a lot like Rock-Paper-Scissors, but it's a bit more advanced than that since both you and your opponent will always bet two tokens, and the combination you choose is extremely important. You should always assess the opponent's character before making your bet; that way you may be able to predict his playstyle.
- The opponents' personality dictates which bet they're going to place their highest token on (as for their second token, they'll just bet it randomly). That, in its turn, suggests the strategy you should follow to get the best of them. In general, the strategies are as follows: if your opponent is brazen, bet your highest token on Devious and play the second token Brazenly. If the opponent is smooth, play your highest token Brazenly and place the other token on Smooth. Finally, if your opponent is devious, outdo them by betting your higher talent on Smooth and the second one on Devious. As for the reason why, you can probably figure it out yourself.
Naturally, you can also win with sheer luck by betting randomly. For instance, Louise doesn't yet know the rules, so despite Florence being brazen, our girl also tries playing it brazenly, with smooth being her second choice:
I decided to take on Florence boldly and without shame, yet with a gentle touch.
The outcome was pleasant!
And I was ready for more.
9 a.m.
Florence was willing to teach me the rules, and I accepted her authority just for this one gambit.
She told me she'd play brazenly and pointed out the way I should respond to that.
I submitted.
But I guess I just wasn't one to follow rules.
- In fact, paradoxically, Louise didn't win because of Florence's higher talent being a bit too low. Had Florence beaten Louise's Brazen bet, we would've won.
10 a.m. - 11 a.m.
Playing with Florence was a pleasure, and useful to boot, so we spent another hour practising together.
I thought I had learnt all the lessons I needed for that day.
- With that, the game's lengthy tutorial is finally coming to an end. We're almost there!
Armed with Gambit, I felt we could now confront the adults on their turf. Planning ahead, however, remained our first priority; rushing headlong would be suicidal. We had to discuss what to do next -- a powwow was in order.
I suggested we could probably try solving the Maximilian question with the help of the adult game.
Question? Jean mockingly wondered.
The question was: who were we to blame in our investigation? Choosing the right course and acting accordingly was vital. Our reputation and future influence were at stake.
The girls, it seemed, were taking it too light-heartedly. Or maybe I was getting a bit too serious about all that myself?
Luckily, Helen chimed in to save the situation and get us back on track.
It was decided: we were to go to Nurse Nacht and see if playing a little private game with her would help us get the information we sought.
Unfortunately, we had to wait till Monday for that. School was normally off-limits on weekends.
Monday, 8 a.m.
We spent the weekend preparing for the encounter with Nurse Nacht.
Now we could only cross our fingers and boldly step ahead.
Nurse Nacht must've been quite a brazen type, thought I. If hard-headed enough, those should be easy to fool. I only needed to play deviously in secret while pretending to be all straightforward and in the open.
She didn't expect that, and I captured all her tokens! The victory was mine to cherish.
So Nurse Nacht had been protecting... the dean all along? Whatever, I had to find a way of laying my hands on that evidence. For that, I needed to sneak into dean's office; that wouldn't, however, be easy.
9 a.m.
First we decided to catch a little breath as well as catch up with the most current rumours; the school was practically buzzing with those.
On the south grounds, Stoolie Girl kept asking us if we knew about the game that adults play in private.
No way I was going to tell her! Bluffing was the only option in dealing with it.
So I ordered Hazel to fib Stoolie Girl out of her excessive curiosity.
- See, what did I tell ya?
Liar Girl was the next one we needed to handle. I let Helen play the exposing game.
Naturally, Liar Girl had been lying all along, pathetically as always.
Our laughter chased her away.
11 a.m.
In the Girls Room, we ran into Bully Girl. She was obviously in bad mood, so I thought I could take advantage of that and taunt her a litte.
She was outraged! You should've seen her face.
No more fun was to be had here, so we left Bully Girl be.
12 p.m.
Equipped with the latest rumours and having bested the annoying girls, I came out more popular than ever. I was having a particularly pleasant day! True, there still were pressing matters to attend to, but I decide to lay all troubles to rest until the next day.
We still had time to kill, so I decided my girls should attend the maths class.
Why? Because we'd probably have to rely on Gambit a lot the following day, and mathematics improved our savvy.
4 p.m.
It was already 4 p.m. and the school was closed, so we chose to call it a day. I needed some time to think and strengthen the flanks, so to speak. I also needed to rest. The next day promised to be quite troublesome.
Tuesday, 8 a.m.
All right, so our goal was to infiltrate the dean's office. How were we to proceed about that?
Flirting with the secretary sounded like a plan! Hazel took it upon herself.
Primly reasoned, she shared a thought. He teased, she gave a coy smile.
Teehee, silly old Primly got hooked!
Breaking into dean's office? That sounded like a plan! Should be right up our gang's alley.
9 a.m.
For that, however, we had to wait until the school is closed.
That's why we decided to attend Miss Hippilyta's class.
The class was mildly boring, but what the hell.
We now had not only a savvy, but a rebellion boost as well.
4 p.m.
It was time for us to act.
Good thing we still had that crowbar we had fetched from the gym!
- I wonder what would happen if we didn't have a crowbar? Would we have to break into dean's office with someone else's help, or would we have to skip the next scene entirely?
It all sounded perfect in theory, but unfortunately, that didn't go too well. It was a trap.
Our lion of a dean was angry, and ready to leap at us any moment. I resolved to try defusing the situation. Too much depended on it.
> "Do you mind?"
"Dean Hemlock!"
"You'll never take us alive!"
> "You'll never take us alive!"
"Save a man's life."
"We're learning."
The dean was really good, but I kept on trying.
"Save a man's life."
> "We're learning."
"Save a man's life."
> "One thing led to another."
> "Save a man's life."
I must admit I didn't like the turn the conversation was taking...
"These are your reports."
> "Accountability?"
There was nothing left for me to do but confront the dean with his own papers.
> "These are your reports."
"Maybe he took negligent..."
> "Love does that."
That was... a cruel blow. But I stiffed upper lip.
> "Maybe he took negligent..."
City Hall? That sounded like a lead we could later try following!
"Then he is innocent!"
> "City Hall."
Well-guarded indeed. Duly noted.
> "Then he is innocent!"
Confronted with the dean's stubbornness, I had to retreat.
When suddenly, the dean spoke a most terrible thing: he wanted to expel us from school!
We had no other choice but desperately attempt to outdo him at the new game. Helen has the highest savvy, so it was up to her. I didn't envy her.
The dean played it deviously, and outsmarted Helen.
And her meatshield had to go. Good thing I had been wise enough to procure those for us!
Helen tried once again, this time knowing how crooked the dean could be.
And she made it! Never had I been as happy as then.
(Depends on the man, of course.
)
We were put on probation until we could solve the accidents. Now we really had no other choice but press on!
5 p.m.
There were many things for us to discuss, the most important one being, naturally, the course of action we should take.
We had to act quickly, that much was clear. We couldn't stand to lose our hard-earned reputation.
Then again, maybe we could turn the loss in reputation to our advantage somehow?.. Perhaps we could use that to rely on our other talents more?
In any case, proving Max's innocence was now wholly up to us.
I suggested we expand. Since we had to act anyway, we could as well broaden our gang's area of influence.
Downtown Brigiton! Leaving the confines of the school sure felt exciting.
Brother None
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Oh my, the plot thickens!
The dean really looks kind of silly.
And did that poor nerd kid get expelled? Awww man. I feel bad for him.
The dean really looks kind of silly.
And did that poor nerd kid get expelled? Awww man. I feel bad for him.
Yay, an update! 
Just think of our protagonists as members of the Black Cat sisterhood, and you'll know that he was merely a toy to be used for our amusement and stomped upon, nyah!Brother None said:
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