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Let's Run a Gang of Dangerous High School Girls in Trouble!
- Thread starter Crooked Bee
- Start date
Diary of a High School Rebel: Day 10, Part 1
It was already 8 p.m. when we escaped the confines of the school for the downtown Brigiton.
Alas, the ever-present Cooning was as vigilant as ever, and we had to wait until next morning to see whatever kind of excitement the downtown had to offer.
8 a.m.
There were so many places to visit! I didn't know where to look first.
A group of garbage can lid-wielding macho-men tried making advances at us as soon as we entered the town.
Too much bravado, not enough class.
At Two Peeks Diner, Henry Picolo was hard at work. I thought maybe we could get some information about accidents in Brigiton out of him.
"Any accidents?"
> "Your wife's shift?"
"When does your wife come in to fill the automat slots? We want her recipe for piroshki."
"Roslyn relieves me at 4:00 pm."
> "Any accidents?"
"Henry, have you had any weird accidents here?"
"Sure have!" He answers proudly. "We're no different than anyone else in town."
"What kind of accidents?"
"With my big friend, Palooka the Pooka, the weirder the better! The postman and Earl Potts both had troubles yesterday."
> "You have a pooka for a friend?"
"What happened to the postman?"
"What happened to Banker..."
"You have a pooka for a friend?"
"He introduced himself the day I received my new mop. The handle snapped, and I hit face to floor. Been seeing him ever since."
"What happened to the postman?"
"What happened to Banker..."
> "Where did you purchase the mop?"
"Where did you purchase the mop?"
"Weehawken's restaurant supply section. Same quick service. Same fine products!"
> "What happened to the postman?"
"What happened to Banker..."
"What happened to the postman?"
"Nothing."
"I thought you said the postman had an accident!"
"He should have! My pooka friend wired up the mail slot to the coffee maker, but the postman didn't react one jolt!"
> "What happened to Banker..."
"What happened to Banker Potts?"
"Oh, that was awful, poor Earl. Palooka busted the new ice bin across the counter and down his pants!"
The man was clearly delusional, but at least now we knew an accident had taken place, and it was again tied to the Weehawken catalogue.
9 a.m.
We decided to visit the City Hall next, to learn something about Maximillian's fate.
> "Can we visit the courtroom?"
"We want to see the Mayor!"
"Goodbye."
"Can we visit the courtroom?"
"I believe Judge Basscreek has time to see visitors."
The judge, however, wasn't exactly cooperative.
Basscreek thought himself justice incarnate, and he wasn't about to set Maximillian free. We need to foil his plans somehow.
On our way out of the City Hall, we stumbled on Jimmy Finn. Gosh, that smell! I couldn't stand dealing with him myself; luckily, Helen volunteered to expose him and drive him away.
Turned out he was, literally, a trash man.
Pissing him off was fun. Getting rid of him was a plus. Too bad the smell lingered on.
10 a.m.
Remembering the promise we made to Miriam, we decided to pay a visit to Timothy Richards at the Drug Store.
"Bad sneeze."
> "How's business?"
"How's business?"
"I manage to make ends meet, barely. I'd have more customers if I were older or married. You know, more established."
"Bad sneeze."
"What if Miriam..."
> "Any accidents?"
"Have you witnessed any accidents lately?"
"No. Mother and I hardly go out. I have to tend her while she recuperates."
> "Bad sneeze."
"What if Miriam..."
"That sneeze sounds bad. Ask Dr. Dielater to check it."
"The hospital refuses to admit me or mother. Do not ask why."
> "We'll ask at the hospital."
"What if Miriam..."
"We'll ask at the hospital."
"Don't waste your time with that blind fool of a doctor!"
> "What if Miriam..."
"If we told you Miriam Tin sorta, kinda likes you, what would you say?"
"GAAHK!" He chokes on a glob of mucus. "AAGGKK!!" Swallows. "That would be wonderful!"
"To win Miriam..."
> "Your mother problem."
"What isn't wonderful, according to Miriam, is how you let your mother treat you."
"What can I do? Mother needs my help. If I hadn't become a druggist, she would have slipped away years ago."
Timothy was obviously a hopeless case, but we decided to check on Dr. Dielater anyway, just in case.
11 a.m.
Dr. Dielater received us at the Brigiton Hospital.
> "Opinion of accidents?"
"Maximillian?"
"Timothy Richards."
"What do you think about the accidents happening in Brigiton?"
"I think people should be more careful."
> "Maximillian?"
"Timothy Richards."
"Did you examine Maximillian at the jail?"
"Yes. I found him in good health, but in poor spirits."
> "Timothy Richards."
"Why isn't Timothy Richards allowed within 100 yards of the hospital?"
"There's nothing wrong with him or his mother, and there will never be!"
Nothing wrong, huh? What about those pills or the sneeze, I wondered.
> "What are those pills he takes?"
"What exactly are their..."
"What are those pills he takes?"
"He compounds them from mostly innocuous herbal remedies: chamomile, kava, and cannabis."
> "What exactly are their..."
"What exactly are their complaints?"
"He swears he has catalepsy and she, narcoleptic blood poisoning."
"Does he also medicate--"
> "His disease."
"I see. He blames a disease for the stress his mother heaps on him."
"And Mrs. Richards's lethargy is due to her son's servility."
That certainly was one-of-a-kind family.
We thanked the doctor and hurried back to Timothy.
12 p.m.
This time, to cure Timothy of his "disease", I resolved to press the matter.
It wasn't hard to trick him by playing deviously.
Persuaded to cooperate with us, Timothy let us in onto his alchemical preparations.
In order to not let Timothy break from my spell, I had to go on tricking him, several times in a row, overseeing each step he was taking.
We didn't really know what exactly we were doing; we could only hope our presence would keep Timothy determined and firm.
The whole business was extremely delicate.
Keeping up the game, however, was very satisfying; I felt like I was in my own element.
Finally, the end was in sight.
Now he would be able to withstand the pressure better, and breathe more freely.
It was time to hook him up with Miriam.
It was already 8 p.m. when we escaped the confines of the school for the downtown Brigiton.
Alas, the ever-present Cooning was as vigilant as ever, and we had to wait until next morning to see whatever kind of excitement the downtown had to offer.
8 a.m.
There were so many places to visit! I didn't know where to look first.
A group of garbage can lid-wielding macho-men tried making advances at us as soon as we entered the town.
Too much bravado, not enough class.
At Two Peeks Diner, Henry Picolo was hard at work. I thought maybe we could get some information about accidents in Brigiton out of him.
"Any accidents?"
> "Your wife's shift?"
> "Any accidents?"
> "You have a pooka for a friend?"
"What happened to the postman?"
"What happened to Banker..."
"What happened to the postman?"
"What happened to Banker..."
> "Where did you purchase the mop?"
> "What happened to the postman?"
"What happened to Banker..."
> "What happened to Banker..."
The man was clearly delusional, but at least now we knew an accident had taken place, and it was again tied to the Weehawken catalogue.
9 a.m.
We decided to visit the City Hall next, to learn something about Maximillian's fate.
> "Can we visit the courtroom?"
"We want to see the Mayor!"
"Goodbye."
The judge, however, wasn't exactly cooperative.
Basscreek thought himself justice incarnate, and he wasn't about to set Maximillian free. We need to foil his plans somehow.
On our way out of the City Hall, we stumbled on Jimmy Finn. Gosh, that smell! I couldn't stand dealing with him myself; luckily, Helen volunteered to expose him and drive him away.
Turned out he was, literally, a trash man.
Pissing him off was fun. Getting rid of him was a plus. Too bad the smell lingered on.
10 a.m.
Remembering the promise we made to Miriam, we decided to pay a visit to Timothy Richards at the Drug Store.
"Bad sneeze."
> "How's business?"
"Bad sneeze."
"What if Miriam..."
> "Any accidents?"
> "Bad sneeze."
"What if Miriam..."
> "We'll ask at the hospital."
"What if Miriam..."
> "What if Miriam..."
"To win Miriam..."
> "Your mother problem."
Timothy was obviously a hopeless case, but we decided to check on Dr. Dielater anyway, just in case.
11 a.m.
Dr. Dielater received us at the Brigiton Hospital.
> "Opinion of accidents?"
"Maximillian?"
"Timothy Richards."
> "Maximillian?"
"Timothy Richards."
> "Timothy Richards."
Nothing wrong, huh? What about those pills or the sneeze, I wondered.
> "What are those pills he takes?"
"What exactly are their..."
> "What exactly are their..."
"Does he also medicate--"
> "His disease."
That certainly was one-of-a-kind family.
We thanked the doctor and hurried back to Timothy.
12 p.m.
This time, to cure Timothy of his "disease", I resolved to press the matter.
It wasn't hard to trick him by playing deviously.
Persuaded to cooperate with us, Timothy let us in onto his alchemical preparations.
In order to not let Timothy break from my spell, I had to go on tricking him, several times in a row, overseeing each step he was taking.
We didn't really know what exactly we were doing; we could only hope our presence would keep Timothy determined and firm.
The whole business was extremely delicate.
Keeping up the game, however, was very satisfying; I felt like I was in my own element.
- (If we lost, no matter at what step, Timothy would show us out immediately.)
Finally, the end was in sight.
Now he would be able to withstand the pressure better, and breathe more freely.
It was time to hook him up with Miriam.
Kz3r0 said:
Nope, and that's why the girls are in trouble.
That said, Part 2 of Day 10 incoming. Stay tuned.
Diary of a High School Rebel: Day 10, Part 2
2 p.m.
To hook Tim up with Miriam, we went back to the school.
It wasn't in me to give up.
So I tried to smoothen things out, and succeeded.
Reassured in Timothy the druggist, Miriam rolled off to the drug store.
3 p.m.
The entire affair did well for my popularity.
Our heart skipped as we saw Officer Wedge approach the school just as were about to exit it and head for Brigiton. Last thing we needed was for him to delay us.
Good thing Helen had it in her to laugh the situation off.
Helen's latest trick improved her rebelliousness.
And downtown we went.
4 p.m.
At the Hospital, we ran into none other than the old hag herself.
We couldn't best her at taunting yet, but learning new retorts could always come in handy.
In any case, it was gradually becoming clear to her Maximillian couldn't have been involved in all the accidents, so wide-spread they were.
5 p.m.
Nothing is more dear to a girl's heart than fancy clothes. So we decided to visit Fieffer's, Brigiton's place for glamorous shopping, to ease our minds and relax.
But the whole investigation business just wouldn't let us go.
One could wish... but it wasn't only that. Still, shopping would be a good start. Latest gossip would be even better.
> "Has the spring line arrived yet?"
"We're here for the gossip."
"Has the spring line arrived yet?"
"No, but I've seen illustrations of them. The floral prints will be more splendid than last year!"
> "We're here for the gossip."
"We're here for the gossip."
"Gossip? Me? You should track down Beatrice Busby, except after her accident, she's stopped nosing around, for now."
> "Miss Busby?"
"Was it serious?"
"Miss Busi-Bodd had an accident? What happened?"
"She was following me, this morning, past the barber shop, when the pole broke off its mount and struck her."
> "Thank you, Edna!"
6 p.m.
We noted we should pay Miss Busby a visit later. For now, we thought we'd take a look at the Brigiton Cinema.
Heather Tartan was selling tickets there.
"Do you get out?"
> "When is the next showing?"
"When is the next showing?"
"You've already seen it."
> "Do you get out?"
"Enough air?"
"Does Mr. Valleni ever let you out of there?"
"The world isn't a safe place."
I felt bad for poor Heather. Stuck in that tiny box all day.
> "Enough air?"
"What's the matter, Heather? Are you getting enough oxygen?"
"I watched Mr. Valleni fall through the new ladder while changing the marquee."
Turned out there had been an accident at the cinema as well.
"Who sold the theater that..."
> "Is he all right?"
"Is he all right?"
"He's fine! After surgery, Dr. Dielater gave him an ether drip."
> "Who sold the theater that..."
"Is he all right?"
"Who sold the theater that ladder?"
"Weehawken." She suddenly bursts into tears. "Oh, it's all my fault!"
All that lack of oxygen wasn't doing any good for her, obviously.
> "Your fault?"
"Bad ladder?"
"How could it be your fault? You're stuck in here!"
"If only I hadn't replaced the ticket reel! The subsonic vibrations never would have weakened that ladder rung!"
No good at all.
> "Bad ladder?"
"Maybe Weehawken had a bad batch of ladders."
Heather flares, "Never would I believe that! It must have been my fault." She closes her shade.
7 p.m.
Deep in thought, we didn't even notice how our feet brought us back to Fieffer's. Hans Grables the shop attendant met us there.
> "Is the spring line in, yet?"
"Are there new shoes?"
"Is the spring line in, yet?"
"No, pretty missy. Spring won't be here for weeks and days. Can I wrap you warmly in a coat?"
> "Any accidents?"
"Have there been any accidents here, recently?"
Hans freezes like a scared rabbit. "Um, not here, no! No customer was ever crushed by a changing booth here!"
A changing booth, eh?
"Defective booth?"
> "Booths from Weehawken?"
"Do you purchase your booths from the Weehawken catalog?"
"Fieffer's department store would never recommend shipped goods!"
Luckily, Mr. Grables was easy to crack.
"Defective booth?"
> "Commercial purchases?"
"They are your competition, but what about commercial purchases?"
Hans peers around the department carefully. He gives the slightest nod.
> "Defective booth?"
"So you had a defective changing booth?"
"It was Leprechauns drilling holes, I tell you. Dirty, nasty Leprechauns with their mirror-shine shoe buckles!"
We got everything we need out of him, and left him to his Leprechauns and whatever else.
8 p.m.
Checking on the Drug Store, we saw Timothy and Miriam there.
The chap was trying as hard as he could, that much was evident.
Still, wasn't he a little too rash?
I thought I should help Miriam a bit.
There was, after all, one thing she was to consider before agreeing to marry Timothy.
The pill addiction had to be dealt with.
We could only hope it would all work out in the end.
Anyway, Tim and Miriam's first date was arranged, thanks to our power and our tricks.
It was powwow time.
Jean shakes her head. "Save your eyes for the wedding. Poor fools."
Hazel sighs. "Another of our friends, lost to a contrivance of human survival."
"The best we can do is step aside and let nature handle the rest."
9 p.m.
And thus the day ended. What would the next one bring?
2 p.m.
To hook Tim up with Miriam, we went back to the school.
It wasn't in me to give up.
So I tried to smoothen things out, and succeeded.
Reassured in Timothy the druggist, Miriam rolled off to the drug store.
3 p.m.
The entire affair did well for my popularity.
Our heart skipped as we saw Officer Wedge approach the school just as were about to exit it and head for Brigiton. Last thing we needed was for him to delay us.
Good thing Helen had it in her to laugh the situation off.
Helen's latest trick improved her rebelliousness.
And downtown we went.
4 p.m.
At the Hospital, we ran into none other than the old hag herself.
We couldn't best her at taunting yet, but learning new retorts could always come in handy.
In any case, it was gradually becoming clear to her Maximillian couldn't have been involved in all the accidents, so wide-spread they were.
5 p.m.
Nothing is more dear to a girl's heart than fancy clothes. So we decided to visit Fieffer's, Brigiton's place for glamorous shopping, to ease our minds and relax.
But the whole investigation business just wouldn't let us go.
One could wish... but it wasn't only that. Still, shopping would be a good start. Latest gossip would be even better.
> "Has the spring line arrived yet?"
"We're here for the gossip."
> "We're here for the gossip."
> "Miss Busby?"
"Was it serious?"
> "Thank you, Edna!"
6 p.m.
We noted we should pay Miss Busby a visit later. For now, we thought we'd take a look at the Brigiton Cinema.
Heather Tartan was selling tickets there.
"Do you get out?"
> "When is the next showing?"
> "Do you get out?"
"Enough air?"
I felt bad for poor Heather. Stuck in that tiny box all day.
> "Enough air?"
Turned out there had been an accident at the cinema as well.
"Who sold the theater that..."
> "Is he all right?"
> "Who sold the theater that..."
"Is he all right?"
All that lack of oxygen wasn't doing any good for her, obviously.
> "Your fault?"
"Bad ladder?"
No good at all.
> "Bad ladder?"
7 p.m.
Deep in thought, we didn't even notice how our feet brought us back to Fieffer's. Hans Grables the shop attendant met us there.
> "Is the spring line in, yet?"
"Are there new shoes?"
> "Any accidents?"
A changing booth, eh?
"Defective booth?"
> "Booths from Weehawken?"
Luckily, Mr. Grables was easy to crack.
"Defective booth?"
> "Commercial purchases?"
> "Defective booth?"
We got everything we need out of him, and left him to his Leprechauns and whatever else.
8 p.m.
Checking on the Drug Store, we saw Timothy and Miriam there.
The chap was trying as hard as he could, that much was evident.
Still, wasn't he a little too rash?
I thought I should help Miriam a bit.
There was, after all, one thing she was to consider before agreeing to marry Timothy.
The pill addiction had to be dealt with.
We could only hope it would all work out in the end.
Anyway, Tim and Miriam's first date was arranged, thanks to our power and our tricks.
It was powwow time.
9 p.m.
And thus the day ended. What would the next one bring?
Brother None
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Wait, so you basically drugged up the pharmacist?
Also people are kind of insane in this town/school.
I don't know what I expected from this game, but...this wasn't it. It's awesome tho
Also people are kind of insane in this town/school.
I don't know what I expected from this game, but...this wasn't it. It's awesome tho
lightbane
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Let's see... A part of the population are either psychos or perverts. Another part is too immersed in self-pity and guilt to notice their surroundings. Also, nothing works like it should... Aren't you sure this city is not Silent Hill (before the satanist cultists and that cursed fog appeared)???
Please continue.
Eh I dunno. I probably will, maybe. It's just that, for whatever reason, it takes me too much time to write up an update for this LP, which doesn't really fit well with my real-life commitments. Plus my writing isn't strong enough to keep the narrative focused or provide any kind of meaningful character development. On the other hand, if I dropped the first-person narrative shtick, there'd be no way for me to present the random strings of activities, of which an update normally consists, coherently. (Which is further complicated by the fact this is a blind LP.) So I'm kind of conflicted about it, really.
Musenik said:
Thanks!
It turned out to be a bit too time consuming for me, really. I may get back to this LP, but I don't really know when...Musenik
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A guy on YouTube is giving the game a Live Play of DHSGiT, if you want to continue the adventures. He's not yet at the point where Crooked Bee stopped, but he may get there in a couple chapters. It's already got a few thousand views.
Cool. Now my conscience is clear. 
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