...!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/17(Thu)12:42 No. 670175 ID: 3bc92d
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“Hey, Wister!” Orchid raps her gloved fingers on the doorframe.

Wisteria Wilton looks up. “Huh? What is it, Orc?”

“Can you take out the trash? Dad wanted us to do that before he gets home.”

“Um… could you do it? I’ve had a really nasty headache all day.”

“No way, dude. I did it last time.”

“Come on, Orc. Please?”

“Nope. It’s your turn, man. Go on, get to it.”

...!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/17(Thu)12:43 No. 670177 ID: 3bc92d
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Wisteria grumbles to himself as he hauls the garbage bag out to the trash bin. “Argh. Stupid Orc. Stupid trash. Stupid wrong-sex body. Stupid useless breasts. Stupid headache. Fuck everything.”

...!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/17(Thu)12:45 No. 670178 ID: 3bc92d
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“Ow! Shit!” Wisteria winces, rubbing his temples. “Why is it still getting worse? I already took aspirin…” Suddenly, he freezes, his body shaking involuntarily. “What the hell?!” His body parts jerk around violently, almost flailing. “Wh-what is this?!” His neck sharply folds backwards, turning his face upwards towards the sky. His eyes start to vibrate wildly inside his skull, and he begins to scream. “Fuck! Fuck! Someone help me! Orchid! Anyone! I don’t know what’s happening to me! Help me! Please help m-!”

Abruptly, his shrieking stops. His jaw hangs open, and his body goes still. His unfocused gaze stares into nothing. For a short while, Wisteria’s eyes are completely vacant. But then they blink.

The vacancy has been filled.

So, is this basically a gaiden where we suggest whatever the hell we want while the Metamyriad is in repair mode?

plz say yes.

The first thing to do in someone else's body is GET WASTED. WOOO

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/17(Thu)12:46 No. 670181 ID: 3bc92d
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I shiver slightly. I feel a wave of nausea, and my skin is numb. I come very close to falling over, and I struggle to regain my balance. I notice that, strangely, my mouth is hanging open, so I close it.

I continue to blink. Everything still seems too bright, and I can’t quite see yet.

…Did it work?

>>670181
Yep. Wish granted, alt-wister.

Examine knockers.

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/17(Thu)13:16 No. 670188 ID: 3bc92d
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>Yep. Wish granted, alt-wister.

I look down, letting my jacket slide off slightly. I blink again, and I finally regain some of my vision.

It worked.

Holy shit.

It worked!

>Examine knockers.

Oh my god! They’re perfect! It’s all perfect! I can’t believe it! I’m a girl!

This - this is like a dream! I mean, I always used to dream about things like this, but - but this is real!

Laughter starts bubbling up from inside me. I can’t help it. I’m just so happy!

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/17(Thu)13:17 No. 670189 ID: 3bc92d
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I hear a chuckle from behind me, and I turn to look.

“I see you're enjoying yourself.” Silvio smiles. “Is everything as you wanted it? Do you have any questions?”

Can we make these bigger?

Proceed to punch Silvio in the face.

Belch while doing so.

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/17(Thu)14:14 No. 670209 ID: 3bc92d
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>Proceed to punch Silvio in the face.

Why would I try to hurt Silvio? He granted my wish perfectly. I’m a girl! This is so awesome! I’m a girl!

I walk up to him, still struggling to stand on my new legs. I gesture at my breasts. “Can I make these bigger?”

Silvio laughs. “You can do whatever you’d like with them. They’re yours, now. Unless you were talking about wishing them bigger, in which case you’re getting ahead of yourself. You haven’t even paid the price for your first wish, yet.”

“There’s a price? You never said anything about a price.”

“Of course there’s a price. What, did you think I would help a stranger like you out of pure charity? Absolutely not. Everything has a price.”

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/17(Thu)14:15 No. 670212 ID: 3bc92d
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“I guess that makes sense…” I nod hesitantly. “I just don’t understand what I could possibly give you that you wouldn’t be able to get for yourself. Like, what kind of payment do you want?”

“Entertainment.”

“Oh? What, do you want me to dance for you? I don’t think I’m mobile enough with this body to do that, yet.”

“No, no, nothing quite like that. What I want is very simple, actually.” Silvio’s grin grows wide, and his eyes narrow slightly. “The day after tomorrow, you will choose someone that you love dearly, who loves you in turn. A family member, a close friend, someone like that. You will bring that person to me. Then, when I give the word, you will look your loved one in the eyes, and, while I watch, you will kill them.”

…huh?

>>670212
NOW will you punch him in the face?!

No way brah

You tell me to jump, I ask how high. You tell me to kill my loved ones, I ask how many!

Well, time to return this wish. It's defective.

If that's not an option, I'm thinking killing yourself would be preferable, right? Hell, you can even spin it in a new way. You love your new body, right? Well, look in a mirror and do the deed. Better than slaughtering somebody else.

This is why you get the price before you buy.

I just realized he's probably going to say he can't undo the wish or something and still expect payment SO

It has be someone that cares so Ikram is safe.

uh... Orchid, maybe?

Also will we have to hide the body ourselves or

Does he count? I mean, he did kinda give the best gift you'd ever been given. We certainly loved him prior to that price thingy

And hey, suggesting it might make him laugh!

>>670178
So... different wish physics? This time it relies on universe hopping?

>>670212
>Then, when I give the word, you will look your loved one in the eyes, and, while I watch, you will kill them.
Um, no? No I won't. The whole point of this wish was so I could stop hating myself and contemplating suicide. If I murder someone I love on a whim I'm right back where I started. So no.

>>670212
Nah.

Hey, what if I wish to swap universes, again, kill three loved ones there, then swap back to this one? That'd be paid in full, right?

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/17(Thu)15:23 No. 670237 ID: 3bc92d
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“What?! No! I won’t!”

“You will. That’s the price you’re going to pay.”

“Take back the wish, then!”

“It doesn’t work like that, Wisteria.”

“This is insane. You’re insane! I won’t do anything for you!” I take a swing at him. He sidesteps neatly, and I feel a nasty blow to the back of my head. The next thing I know, I’m on my knees. Silvio has one hand over my mouth and the other hand gripping my wrists together. I try struggle, but his grip is like iron.

“A woman’s body is such a handicap, isn’t it, dear?” He chuckles. From the tone of his voice, he doesn’t even seem to be exerting any effort. “Silly girl. Did I imply you had any choice in this? No. Still, I suppose you do have a certain form of agency. You can deny me my payment, and I will show you hell.” He grips my wrists so tight that the pain makes me start to cry. “You do know of hell, don’t you? That mythical place of eternal suffering and fire, used to compel the weak-minded to follow arcane dogma? I know a world very like hell, though it is far, far worse than anything out of a bible. It would take less than a minute for me to send you there, as well as everyone else you have ever loved.” He laughs. “I think I’ll leave you with that thought, Wisteria. I’ll see you the day after tomorrow. Until then? Enjoy your newfound womanhood.”

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/17(Thu)15:23 No. 670240 ID: 3bc92d
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He vanishes, and I collapse, sobbing.

“Wister?” I hear a familiar voice call out to me. “Are you okay? I thought I heard yelling.”

“O-Orchid?” I mumble, hiccuping through tears.

My sister rushes over once she sees me. “Oh, shit, Wister, what happened?! What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

Quick, off her now and throw her body in with the trash. Then, gather your belongings and run away to Chile. You might run into problems at the Panama Canal but I'm sure we'll figure something out before then.

>>670240
Tell her you made a deal with the devil.

Consider living these two days of your life to the fullest, then killing yourself when he comes to collect.

He's PLAYING with you.

You know he'll send them to planet heck anyway. He's not infinite, and he's using you for a greater goal. Plan out your strategy and find some way to take him out. You've just done the impossible

so shut the @#$% up and do it again.

Make sure that he and his @#$%ed-up planet SUFFER until he redeems himself.

>Wister
Haha, that's great. She remembers the alt trans-male version of you that used to be trapped in that body before you swapped (at least, I hope you swapped. And you didn't overwrite / kill him and leave an empty corpse for your family to find in your home dimension). You get to be a woman, but everyone who loved you here thinks you're supposed to be a man. You just inverted your problem.

>>670240
Curl up into a ball and cry like a crazy person.

His threats are kinda pointless. If he's the avatar of the entire universe's power, then it's not like you could stop him if he wanted to send you to a hellscape. Go ahead, this universe is a cold uncaring place! Might as well get it over with now!

Suicide seems like the most appropriate option, because I seriously doubt you want to kill anybody, let alone any of your loved ones.

It's unlikely you'll get out of this without explaining the situation to your sister, but for the love of all you hold dear, don't tell her what is actually being demanded of you. She might do something stupid like try to help or even offer herself up.

Honestly, at the end of the day, none of this matters. If you do the deed, you'll probably commit suicide later anyway, so you might as well do it beforehand and hope the situation bores him enough to leave your family be.

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/17(Thu)16:33 No. 670250 ID: 3bc92d
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>Consider living these two days of your life to the fullest, then killing yourself when he comes to collect.
>Suicide seems like the most appropriate option

But… I don’t want to die.

“I m-made a deal with the devil, Orc.” I sniffle. “I’m so stupid. I’m so fucking stupid!”

“Hey, hey, shh. I don’t know what happened, but you’re not stupid.” Orchid helps me up. When I stumble slightly, she curls an arm around my back and lets me lean on her. “You want proof? Look at your friggin’ GPA. It’s, like, a full point higher than mine, so if you’re stupid, then what does that make me?” She gives me a hug. “You’re my brother, Wister, and I love you.”

…Brother? Oh. This version of me must have been a transgender guy. I guess he’s in my old body, now. I did leave a note behind to explain what happened, but, still, he must be really scared and confused at the moment. I hope he can forgive me.

>It's unlikely you'll get out of this without explaining the situation to your sister

I don’t know what to tell her. I don’t even know how to tell her that I’m not a guy.

>he must be really scared and confused at the moment. I hope he can forgive me.
Or worse, since Silvio can appear and tell him he granted his wish and demand payment on his end too.

>I don’t know what to tell her. I don’t even know how to tell her that I’m not a guy.
Tell her the truth. You made a wish, what the wish was, and now your genie turns out to be a jerk.

>>670250
Tell her the wish was for you to not be transgender anymore. Now you're a girl.

Also,
>But… I don’t want to die.
You have two days to figure out what to do. A possible plan is to have both you and your sister armed to the teeth when the time comes for you to "kill" her, but instead the two of you gang up on Silvio. He said it would take "less than a minute" to send you and your loved ones to hell. That's plenty of time to kill him before the transfer completes.

Shank her now and get it over with. Then figure out what we can do to hide the body.

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/18(Fri)08:48 No. 670358 ID: 3bc92d
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I do my best to calm down and push back the tears. “Okay, um… Orc, I need to tell you something.”

Orchid leads me into my room. “You can tell me anything, Wister. You know that.”

“Even if it sounds a little crazy? Or, like, a lot crazy?”

“I said ‘anything’, didn’t I?”

“Right. Just… don’t talk too much until I’m done, okay?”

She nods, flouncing onto my bed. “Okay.”

I sit down in my computer chair. “So, um… You know about the concept of alternative universes, right?”

“Is that like that whatever-theory you and dad nerd out over?”

“M-theory? Uh… sort of? That’s more about unified string theory, but it does revolve around multi-dimensional concepts. Still, this is different. Like, many worlds stuff.” I scratch my neck nervously. “The basic idea is that, due to quantum physics, everything that could have happened did happen, but in alternative universes, and everything that can happen will happen, but in other realities.”

“Wait, other universes exist?”

“I mean… it’s officially only a certain interpretation of quantum mechanics, but… yeah. It’s true.” I take a deep breathe and exhale slowly. “There are a near-infinite amount of other near-identical universes. I know for a fact that there are, because I’m from one.”

Orchid blinks. “Um.”

“Orc, until a few minutes ago, I was in a different body, on a different world. You were there with me, but it was a different you. I think this world is more or less the same, except that I was a transgender girl in my old world. See, one day, out of the blue, a man from another world came up to me and offered to grant me one wish. I don’t really know how it works, but he has a way to switch people around with alternative versions of themselves. He asked me what I wanted, and I told him that I wanted to switch into a me that had been born a girl.” I gesture at myself. “So. Here I am.”

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/18(Fri)08:51 No. 670359 ID: 3bc92d
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Orchid stares at me for a while. “…are you saying that you’re not my brother?”

“Well, no... I mean, I am your brother, but I’m not, at the same time. I’m your sister.”

“You’re a girl again? Wister, if this is because of Mom…”

“It’s not because of Mom. It’s because of me. I switched into this body because I wanted to have a female body. I think your Wisteria would have done the same thing for a male body, right?”

“Don’t say ‘your Wisteria’ like that. You’re my Wisteria, aren’t you?” Orchid looks uncomfortable. “But, no… if what you’re saying is true, then my brother is in a different universe?”

“Yes, in my old body.”

“Can I talk to him?”

“Um… I’m not sure. That man I mentioned is the only way I was able to travel here at all. I wouldn’t know how to get back, or how to talk to the original Wisteria from this universe.” I bite my lip, fighting the urge to cry. “Everything’s gone wrong, Orc. The man who put me in this body told me I have to k-kill someone that I love. He says it’s his ‘price’. I don’t know what to do.”

“Uh… whoa.” Orchid looks a little scared. “Wister, you’re not planning on hurting anyone, are you?”

Something about the way she says that makes me hesitate. “You don’t believe me, do you?”

She shakes her head. “Sorry, man, but no. Maybe it’s because you and Dad are starting to rub off on me, but I kind of want some evidence before I start believing in this sort of science-fiction stuff.” She raises an eyebrow. “I mean, come on, do you actually have any proof?"

We have no evidence to show for it. And neither will the police.

She doesn't believe you. Kill her before she talks to the feds.

This is the part where you pork your sister, NOT MURDER HER.

It's kind of hard to prove. Any shared-knowledge tests would be the exact opposite of what we need. No external physical changes.
Maybe something that 'her' Wister was extremely averse to? Would probably need to mix it in with some made-up aversions and try all of the to prevent guesswork. Sounds like something Dad would be great at making up a test protocol for, it if weren't something that would immediately freak him out.

>>670366
Gross, and Wisteria doesn't even have a pork-sword to use for that, so try again.

We've got a much more important thing to do than answer questions of identity: Find, seduce and give your heart to the biggest scumbag you can so that at least you're doing as little damage as possible when you sacrifice that loved one.

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/18(Fri)14:01 No. 670385 ID: 3bc92d
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>She doesn't believe you. Kill her
>Shank her now and get it over with.

My heart beats quickly. Should I…? No. No! I don’t have to do anything like that! Not until the day after tomorrow. Besides, Silvio said he wanted to watch me do it.

I swallow air. Am I really considering killing my twin sister?

“I… no. I don’t have any evidence. But it’s the truth, Orc. I’m from a different universe.”

“So you’re asking me to believe this on pure faith?”

“I don’t know what else I can do.” I shrug. “I left everything behind on my world, and anything I tell you could be made-up. Silvio - the man who can switch people around - he’s the only one who physically travels. But he’s a m-monster. I wouldn’t want you near him even if I could show you.”

“Well… I don’t know what I could do even if I did believe you.” Orchid scratches her head, looking uncomfortable. “You and Dad are the smart ones, not me. Plus, I’m tiny, so I can’t fight well or anything. All I’ve really got going for me is my music, and I seriously doubt that being able to play guitar and sing Bad Reputation will help much when it comes to quantum physics or traveling between universes or whatever.” She laughs nervously.

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/18(Fri)14:02 No. 670386 ID: 3bc92d
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“Hey, don’t put yourself down, Orc. You’ve helped me out a lot.” I do my best to smile. “Honestly, after that thing with Tyler… I’m not sure I could have kept on going without you supporting me.”

Orchid looks me in the eye. “What thing with Tyler?”

“…uh? What thing do you think I mean? I’m talking about back when he outed me, and, um…” I pull my hair aside and gesture at my broken eye. “Don’t you remember?”

“Yeah, I remember, but…” Orchid tilts her head, looking confused. “Dude, your ex was the one who did that.”

I blink. “Raven did this?”

“What? No, I’m talking about Chad.” Orchid seems very concerned. “…are you okay, Wister?”

“Wait, this me had a boyfriend?” I wrinkle my nose. “A boyfriend named Chad?!”

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/18(Fri)14:03 No. 670387 ID: 3bc92d
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Orchid’s eyes widen. After a moment, she stands. “…okay, um…” She gives me a very shaky smile. “I’m going to go call Dad, okay? Don’t - don't go anywhere.” She starts slowly sidling towards the door.

He was probably a douche. Kill him after you're done with Orchid. Done killing her, I mean. You're pretty bad at that so far.

>>670385
If you were truly powerless, nobody would blame you for going insane. Do you honestly believe that Silvio is the strongest being in the multiverse? There's likely an endless supply of tyrants, self-righteous fools, quacks with more power and sadism.

Which means you still have a fighting chance.

hastily try to stop her from running off and, in doing so, accidentally knock her out

>I mean, come on, do you actually have any proof?
All that changed is information in your head. Technically, you can't even prove to another person you're sapient and not a robot faking it. There's literally no way to prove what's inside ones own head to another rigorously.

>I swallow air. Am I really considering killing my twin sister?
No... you were considering killing the alternate universe nearly identical copy of your twin sister. (Which you still shouldn't do, by the way. Stop panicking).

There's some weird semantics on if she technically is your sister. Genetically, every Orcid out there is your sister. Unique count wise, she's not. Shared past and history wise... she's maybe 80-90% your sister? Or something like that. There's a bit of a judgement call, there.

>>670387
Please don't look at me like I'm crazy or dangerous. ...I don't know how I'm supposed to cope if you hate me.

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/18(Fri)22:06 No. 670482 ID: 3bc92d
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>hastily try to stop her from running off

I stand up and move towards her. Orchid turns, ready to bolt.

I lunge forward and grab her by the wrists.

“Stop it!” She tries her best to pull away from my grip. “Let me go!”

“Orchid, you can’t tell Dad. You know he’d freak out.”

“I’m freaking out!” She struggles desperately. “You’re talking about killing people and switching bodies and different universes!” Orchid begins to cry. “You’re scaring me, Wister!”

“But… it’s the truth.” I can’t meet her eyes. “Stop it. Stop looking at me like that. I’m not crazy or dangerous. Please don’t think that I am. I couldn’t - I couldn’t cope with you hating me, Orchid.”

“Then let me go.” She stops fighting, letting her arms go limp in my hands. “Please. It hurts.”

>>670482
You're terrifying tiny sister.

Let her go, collapse and start mumbling sorries and trying not to cry.

>>670482
Do NOT "accidentally" strangle or bash your sister to death!

Let Orchid go and RUN.

DO "accidentally" strangle her. The secret must stay safe!

You should step back and see what you're doing. Don't freak out what you did, it was instinct. Just calm down, take deep breaths and remember to not let fear control you because that's what it's doing right now.

SUCK IT UP, ORC!

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/19(Sat)00:12 No. 670503 ID: 3bc92d
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>You should step back and see what you're doing.

I look down at Orchid, her thin arms trembling in my grip. “I - I didn’t mean to…” I let her go.

Orchid shakily stands, breathing heavily, and then she turns around and runs out the door, still sobbing.

“Hey, Orc, come on, please don’t -“ I call after her from the doorway. “Orchid, I’m sorry!” A second later, I hear her slam the door to her own room.

Shit. What am I supposed to do now?

>>670503
Investigate your own room. Get some indication of what your new life will be like.

Find a weapon then break down Orchid's door. C'mon, Silvio expects SOMEONE to die and she isn't about to kill herself (As far as we know.).

You said you can't understand what you could give Silvio that he couldn't just get for himself. Think about the implications. Silvio gave you this body, but now he's asking for something in return, which probably means granting wishes costs him something that this murder-your-loved-ones ritual is necessary to replenish.

He threatened to send you and everyone you love to hell... but only threatened, rather than giving you a taste at the first sign of noncompliance. That means sending people to hell either costs him something, or is an outright bluff.

So, ignore Silvio from now on and settle in to your new life without murdering anybody. If he's bluffing, he'll eventually give up on you and write it off as a loss. If he actually can send arbitrary groups of people to hell at personal expense, well, at least you've done your part to delay, distract, and injure a great force for evil in the multiverse.

Most intriguing of all, if Silvio is actually a good guy and this is some fucked-up morality test, refusing to commit atrocities for personal gain might actually be the right answer and win you more magical favors.

Set her doorway on fire, then wait for her outside her window.

>>670503
Go back to your room and mope. Apparently the price for tits is making yourself a terrifying jerk who scares your family. (And your genie being a jerk, but that's something different).

Leave door open in case she comes back.

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/19(Sat)11:37 No. 670556 ID: 3bc92d
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>Apparently the price for tits is making yourself a terrifying jerk who scares your family. (And your genie being a jerk, but that's something different).

Damn it. This is all so screwed up. I wanted to fix my life, not make it worse!

>Go back to your room and mope.
>Investigate your own room. Get some indication of what your new life will be like.

With a sigh, I head back into my room and sit down on my bed.

To glance at it, this looks just like the room I left behind, back in my old world. Still, my conversation with Orchid proves that things have changed in more ways than I’d expected. Hell, even the changes I did expect are tricky to figure out; maneuvering my new body is taking a lot of effort. The way I move feels very different, and my center of gravity is slightly off.

There must be clues in this room that can help me figure my new life out. I'm just not sure where I should look for them.

Backpack, computer.

>>670556
Quick, go to the computer and jiggle the mouse before the lock screen comes on and you don't know the password.

...then go turn the lock screen timeout off. Turn the password off / change it if you can, too.

Then start poking for stuff about yourself.

Is that a lock on your closet?

Check the painting, see if there's anything behind it.

Find a weapon. Preferably something small and sharp.

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/19(Sat)12:55 No. 670580 ID: 3bc92d
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>Is that a lock on your closet?

Nope, just a latch.

>Check the painting, see if there's anything behind it.

I check, but the only thing behind the poster is the wall.

>Backpack

I dump out the contents of my backpack.

From these textbooks, it looks like I have the same classes that I had back in my old world. That’s good. I’d hate to have to memorize a new class schedule.

Worryingly, there’s also a script for a play. Fuck. I hope I don’t have a role. I have terrible stage fright.

>Find a weapon. Preferably something small and sharp.

The best weapon I can find is the small swiss army knife that I usually keep in the inside pocket of my backpack.

I also find a wallet and some gum.

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/19(Sat)12:55 No. 670581 ID: 3bc92d
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>computer.
>Quick, go to the computer and jiggle the mouse before the lock screen comes on and you don't know the password.

I go over to the computer and jiggle the mouse.

The only open window is a short, untitled text file. I read it.

I am a round peg in a square hole I am wheels spinning in the sand, Just spinning, spinning my tires raw I am a broken mirror, I am shards of glass I am a crying child that has wept its last I am an ugly token, a symbol of shame I am a m

The file ends there.

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/19(Sat)12:56 No. 670582 ID: 3bc92d
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…

Wow.

This me was emo.

>>670581
Save the file then close it.

Then go to bed. You know what to do.

See if you can change the password on your computer. Then open up your browser and look at the history.

>>670597
Yup. Maybe poke around, see what else 'you' have saved. It can't all be terrible poetry.

>emo
...so how did you express your incredibly ugly feeling the whole time you were in the wrong body?

Equip swiss army knife in your primary weapon slot. Be prepared to use it irrationally and probably against a loved one at a moments notice.

Check your address lists/contacts lists, maybe this version of you had different friends?

Create a new account with admin rights on the machine, that action will probably not require your current password. You can move the files over later.

Oh, and KILL YOUR SISTER.

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/19(Sat)17:43 No. 670677 ID: 3bc92d
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>…so how did you express your incredibly ugly feeling the whole time you were in the wrong body?

Programming, mostly. Online roleplaying. Video games, sometimes. I also wrote a lot of short stories.

I, uh… I admit that I made a few emo poems, too. But mine were way better!

I save the file as ‘other me is dumb.txt’ and close it.

>Create a new account with admin rights on the machine
>See if you can change the password on your computer.

I try, but, annoyingly, changing the password requires the password. I try creating a new admin account instead, but I run into the same problem there, too. This is frustrating.

>Maybe poke around, see what else 'you' have saved. It can't all be terrible poetry.

I open the documents folder and skim through some of the other files. Huh. There are way more poems here than I ever wrote, and there are a few short stories, too. I open one, and, to my surprise, I recognize it. It’s based off of an idea that I’d had a long time ago, but had never written down. I look through it, and I recognize familiar word choices and my own writing patterns. Yikes. This is interesting, but it feels very, very creepy.

I close the file.

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/19(Sat)17:48 No. 670682 ID: 3bc92d
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>go to bed.

I am pretty exhausted. It was a very tiring experience, getting ripped out of one body and shoved into another. Still, tomorrow’s a Tuesday, and I don’t want to go to school unprepared.

I open up my web browser and scroll through the history. Reddit, Gaia Online, various transgender forums, and… Oh man.

Facebook.

I cross my fingers and click the link, desperately hoping that this me was just as lazy about logging out.

The page loads, and my profile pops up. I sigh in relief.

I’m still logged in.

>Check your address lists/contacts lists, maybe this version of you had different friends?

There’s a lot of stuff here. I don’t even know where to begin.

>can't change the password
Find the setting that triggers the computer to lock itself and/or go to sleep after a certain amount of inactive and set them both to "never". You should be able to do that, if you're already logged in as an admin. Then you won't be locked out until you're forced to log out or shut down for some reason.

>>670682
I don't see this "Chad" guy in your friends list, but other-Raven is. You could click on her page. Or the Tyler that apparently doesn't hate you.

Looks like other you had a close relationship with their dad. Kill him too.

>>670682
Delete Facebook. This page just screams "Please bully me with your phone and your obnoxiously jittery voice".

Just copy everything into a folder (use Print Screen) and delete the site. Consider it a favor to Wisteria.

>>670689
At worst, you can make a macro that jiggles the mouse every once in a while. I'm sure you can figure out how to do that.

Also loophole for the whole killing someone thing: they aren't the people you love, and you aren't the person they love. Nobody fits the bill... on this world.

Also say "Pendel Wormwood" three times. Trust me.

Google "reset password windows" and look up instructions for whatever version you've got.

Also do a facebook password recovery.

Your sister probably knows your password, siblings are like that.

Use it as an excuse to lure her out.

Other-you might have been dumb and written passwords down somewhere. Ransack the obvious places.

Got a therapist or something? Look up dissociative identity disorder, and explain to a sympathetic professional that you're not Wisteria Wilton, you're his hypothetical alternate-universe twin sister, and there's this third alt, Pendel Wormwood, who hasn't fronted and isn't around much but is way more into homicide than any reasonable person could be comfortable with.

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/19(Sat)23:36 No. 670775 ID: 3bc92d
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>I don't see this "Chad" guy in your friends list, but other-Raven is. You could click on her page.

I suppose it would make sense that my apparently evil ex-boyfriend wouldn’t be friends with me on facebook. I guess I’ll check out my non-evil ex instead.

I skim over Raven’s profile. She’s still doing theater, she’s still in a loving lesbian relationship, and she’s still on amicable terms with me… Yeah, it looks like everything’s more or less the same on her end.

>Tyler […] apparently doesn't hate you.

I feel nervous about visiting my cousin’s page. The Tyler I remember flipped his shit when I came out to him, six months ago. He beat the crap out of me, destroyed my eye with a brick, and outed me to everyone. He ended up getting arrested. It really sucked.

Apparently, this me is still friends with him, so I guess I might as well try to catch up on what I’ve missed. I take a deep breath, brace myself, and click the link. As I scroll through his profile page, my jaw drops.

Three months ago, this Tyler came out of the closet. His profile picture even shows him holding hands with his boyfriend. I blink. Huh. Well, that’s interesting.

Given ample food for thought, I decide to move on to dealing with the more important issue: not getting locked out of my computer forever.

>do a facebook password recovery.

Luckily, my email is still logged in, so I’m able to reset my facebook password without too much trouble.

>Your sister probably knows your password, siblings are like that.

I consider talking to Orchid, but… I don’t know. I think I’d like to give her some space.

>Google "reset password windows" and look up instructions for whatever version you've got.

Not being able to find any other easily-accessible guides, I end up having to watch through a fifteen-minute-long walkthrough video on youtube. The instructions are given in a rambling, unclear way, and the man speaking them has the most boring voice I have ever heard. It takes me something like an hour to actually go through the process on my own. I even end up making a mistake halfway through, so I have to start all over again.

Damn it. This isn’t exactly how I wanted to spend my first day as a biological girl.

By the time I finish up everything, I’m practically falling asleep in my chair.

>>670775
Ok now might be time to sleep. You can change your email password tomorrow.

Oh right also masturbate.

See if there's any weird porn on this computer.

Kill your sister.
Kill your dad.
Call to Pendel for help then kill him, too.

Dream about carrying out Silvio's bidding.

>>670778
Hah, for a fun and informative journey into your own psyche, I vote this.

>>670775
Go to sleep.

...changes clothes for bed means you'll see yourself naked as a girl for the first time ever.

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/20(Sun)14:08 No. 671000 ID: 3bc92d
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>See if there's any weird porn on this computer.

I, um… I didn’t have any back in my world, so I don’t think…

>...changing clothes for bed means you'll see yourself naked as a girl for the first time ever.

I… Yeah, I guess I…

>Oh right also masturbate.

…

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/20(Sun)14:08 No. 671002 ID: 3bc92d
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B-but… I don’t really know how to do it, like this…

>a fun and informative journey into your own psyche
>naked as a girl for the first time ever
>masturbate.
>weird porn
>fun and informative
>masturbate.
>as a girl for the first time ever.
>masturbate.

…

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/20(Sun)14:09 No. 671003 ID: 3bc92d
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>Ok now might be time to sleep.
>Go to sleep.

Okay, I’m, um, I’m just gonna g-go to sleep right now! Yeah!

N-no need to change my clothes, I’ll just sleep in what I’m wearing!

Goodnight!

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/20(Sun)14:12 No. 671008 ID: 3bc92d
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…

“No!” I wake with a start. “You can’t make me! I won’t kill anyone for you!”

“Ah!” Orchid yelps in fright and jumps back slightly.

I blink, rubbing my eye. “H-huh? Orc? What?”

“It’s, um… It’s morning, dude.” Orchid bites her lip, not meeting my eye. “Dad told me to wake you up. We’re going to be late for school if we don’t hurry.”

“Oh.” I yawn. “Thanks.”

“Are you still, uh…” She mumbles nervously. “…are you still like you were yesterday?”

>“…are you still like you were yesterday?”
Um. Yeah. I... I'm really sorry I hurt or scared you, Orcid. You're still my sister, no matter what, and I'm really freaking out, okay?

I just wanted to finally have the right body and I didn't know how bad it would mess other things up.

Hunker over, act vulnerable.

...I'm afraid to even change my clothes.

>>671008
Tell her you have no idea what she's talking about.

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/21(Mon)00:10 No. 671287 ID: 3bc92d
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“Yeah, I’m still your sister from another universe.” I lower my head. “I’m so sorry about yesterday, Orchid. I didn’t mean to hurt you or make you feel scared.”

“It’s okay, I guess.” Orchid looks a bit forlorn. “You still think that you’re not my brother anymore?”

“It’s the truth, Orc. I don’t want to lie to you.” I absently try to smooth out my bed-head hair with my fingers. “I just wanted to have the right body. I didn’t think it would mess everything up like this.”

“If we’re being honest with each other, then I really think that you should go to the hospital.” She bites her lip. “I haven’t told Dad anything about last night, by the way.”

“Really? I mean, thank you, but why not?”

“Well… Everyone has their off days, and I’m still kind of hoping you’ll get over this thing on your own.” As I pull aside the covers and sit up, she raises an eyebrow. “You slept in your clothes?”

“Yeah. I’m still a little too scared to change them.” I glance down at myself. “Someone else was using this body for the past seventeen years. It feels creepy to think about looking at it naked, even if it is going to be my body for the rest of my life.” I flop my head back onto my pillow with a sigh. “I’m not even sure where I keep my clothes in this world. This is all so overwhelming.”

Orchid scratches the back of her neck in an anxious way. “I, uh… I don’t know what it is you’re going through right now, but…” She gives me a weak, worried smile. “If there’s any way that I can help you out, Wister, then you can always ask.”

Look at yourself. It's not someone else, it's you, ya git. Assume your memories and experience are the same until proven otherwise, and just replace facts as you go. You'll save on a lot of mental wear and tear that way.

Ask her to meet you in the alleyway next to the abandoned apartment building at midnight.

>>671287
She's going through the motions, even if she feels the story. Learn to play along and go to school at her side.

>I really think that you should go to the hospital
Well, if you're just crazy they might be able to help. The problem is, if you're right, there's no way anyone can 'cure' the fact you're a different person now. You'll just get yourself branded as incurable crazy forever.

Although that's if you came out and told them what the issue was. I guess if you had some other pretext to get checked out, they might be able to tell you if there was something obvious wrong with your head, like a massive tumor or aneurysm that might make you question if what you thought was happening was real.

>I’m not even sure where I keep my clothes in this world
Closet? Bureau? Those drawers under your bed? Not a whole lot of places to check.

>If there’s any way that I can help you out, Wister, then you can always ask.
Rattle off your school schedule, make sure it's still right in this world. (Don't want to trip over say, having the same classes but for some reason they're at different times or in a different order, now). *Helplessly* And, uh, you're in a play? [Beat, Orc Confirms] Dammit you've got stage fright. Guess if other you could get over that you can too. Who are you? (In the play).

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/22(Tue)22:55 No. 671883 ID: 3bc92d
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“Can I run my school schedule by you? I want to make sure that everything’s more or less the same as it was in my old world.”

“Sure, I guess.”

I rattle off the schedule as I remember it.

Orchid nods. “I mean, I haven’t memorized your classes or anything, but it all sounds right to me.”

“Good. And, um… am I in a play?”

“You’re always in a play, dude. You’re in the theater club.”

“What role?”

“Uh… fuck, I don’t know. It’s the dude Romeo kills, so… Tybalt, I think?”

“Damn it. I have terrible stage fright.”

“You do? Since when? You’ve been in a bunch of plays.”

“Wrong me, remember? I haven’t been onstage since Trevor knocked my tooth out during middle school graduation. Middle school sucked.” I run my tongue along the inside of my teeth, and I discover that the familiar gap is gone. “Huh. I guess it didn’t suck quite as much for this me.”

“I don’t know about your tooth or whatever, but you definitely didn’t have the funnest time in middle school.” Orchid sighs. “Anyway, we don’t really have time for this stuff. You should take a shower and get changed, or else we’re going to be super late.”

>Look at yourself. It's not someone else, it's you, ya git.

I look down at myself. Right… this is me. There’s nothing wrong with being naked in my own body.

“Sure, I can do that.” I stand up, giving Orchid a slight nod. "I'll be right back."

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/22(Tue)22:58 No. 671884 ID: 3bc92d
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I head down the hall and into the bathroom. I tentatively take my clothes off and step into the shower.

I twist the shower handle. When the water touches my skin, I jump back in surprise. “Ack!” I shiver, quickly turning the heat up. Weird. I would have been able to handle water that cold, back in my old world. My new body must be more sensitive to temperature, or something.

When the water gets warm enough, I begin to wash my hair. I hum happily to myself, and, in doing so, I realize that the pitch of my voice has changed. I try singing a song that I would normally consider out of my vocal range, and I manage to pull it off with ease.

I smile and laugh. Being a girl is awesome!

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/22(Tue)23:00 No. 671885 ID: 3bc92d
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I finish washing myself up and practically frolic back to my room.

“Yikes.” Orchid looks at me with a worried expression. “What’s got you so happy?”

“Just a good shower and a good body.” I giggle. “Man, this is so awesome. I’m a girl, Orchid! Isn’t that cool?”

“…wow.” She blinks. “If you’re trying to convince me that an alien has taken over your body, then you’re doing a really good job.”

“I’m not trying to convince you of anything, I’m just telling you the truth. I’m a girl, Orc. A girl from another universe.”

“This is freaky. Like, a lot.” She backs away slightly. “You’re still going to wear your binder, at least, right?”

“My what?”

“Your binder. For, you know…” She gestures at my breasts. “I mean, you don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to, I guess, but you’re going to get a lot of weird looks otherwise.”

It’s a fair point. If this other me was a transgender guy, then people are probably going to be very confused if I go to school looking more like a girl. Then again, if Silvio kills me or sends me to ‘hell’ tomorrow, then this could be the first and last day that I ever get the chance to wear feminine clothes in a female body, which is something that I’ve always wanted to do. It would certainly help me relax.

Should I go to school dressed as a girl or a boy? Should I hide my breasts or not?

>>671885
Don't wear it. Tell anyone who asks that it got messed up and you have to fix it.

...why did Wister have long-ish hair? If he was trying to pass as male, wouldn't it make sense to have a masculine haircut?

>>671885
For the sake of appearances, go for male clothing. Take the binder to school but if anyone asks say that you are still sore from having to wear it yesterday.
Remember, you're an extradimensional bodysnatcher, and because Silvio is a horrible person you are going to have to pretend to be a competent one... which means that you may have to take a passive social role and go off what other people have to say.
Where possible avoid talking about things you don't know about, unless they are prior commitments.
Expect to use up a lot of phone data today depending on what is asked.

>>671885
Nobody's stopping you. Play girly and find a good firearm for Silvio.

Do we actually own a bra?
If we own a pretty bra we should wear that.

What do you care about what other people at school think? This is high school bullshit, in three years none of it will matter at all. The adults in your life expect you to change your mind and try new looks, you're a teenager.

Do what you want, you can get away with it entirely.

Um. Unless this you charged schools and/or started hiding their appearance early enough that people have always thought they were always male, the trans student's appearance being a little inconsistent can't be that weird, can it?

Hmm. Longer term though, you're either gonna have to come up with some story as to why your whole worldview switched, or have to tell everyone the truth. Or just wait till you graduate and get a new bunch of college friends who never knew you as anything but a girl, and leave your counterpart's baggage behind.

>what do
Compromise. Skip the bindings, but wear pants. Assuming your life isn't gonna end, you want to not disrupt things too much.

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/23(Wed)17:44 No. 672057 ID: 3bc92d
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>...why did Wister have long-ish hair? If he was trying to pass as male, wouldn't it make sense to have a masculine haircut?

I’m not sure why his hair was this long. I mean, judging from that poem, he was super emo, so, I don’t know, maybe that was it? He could have kept it long so he could hide his eye, like I did. I guess neither of us was the eyepatch-wearing type.

Anyway, I’m not complaining. I like long hair.

>If we own a pretty bra we should wear that.
>Nobody's stopping you. Play girly
>Do what you want, you can get away with it entirely.

“Hey, Orc, can I borrow some of your clothes?”

“What? I mean… sure, I guess, but…”

“Thanks! Head down to the car, I’ll be there in a second."

“O-okay.” She goes.

…

When I'm fully dressed, I make my way downstairs and head outside.

“Alright!” I strike a pose just outside of the car. “I’m ready for school!”

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/23(Wed)17:45 No. 672058 ID: 3bc92d
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“Try to be quicker next time, okay, son?”

“Okay, Dad!” I let myself into the back seat and close the door behind me.

“UH.” Orchid stares at me, her mouth hanging open in shock. “Dad! DAD!”

“Yes, pumpkin?”

“Wister is wearing a skirt!”

“And?” Dad revs up the engine.

“He hasn’t worn a skirt since sixth grade!” Her eyes are transfixed on my clothing.

“Your brother has the right to wear whatever clothes he likes, dear.” He pulls the car out of the driveway. “The important thing is that he’s happy. Are you happy, Wister?”

“Very much so!” I giggle.

“Then that’s all I care about.”

“He just - he just giggled! Damn it, would you stop being super-dad for one second and realize that there is something very wrong with Wisteria?!”

“That’s extremely rude, Orchid. Please apologize to your brother.”

“But-“

“Orchid. Apologize.”

She looks at the floor, obviously still upset. “…I’m sorry, Wister.”

“Apology accepted!” I immediately respond.

The rest of the trip is spent more or less in silence, with Dad humming an offbeat melody and Orchid occasionally throwing unhappy looks my way.

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/23(Wed)17:49 No. 672063 ID: 3bc92d
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After we arrive at school, we both say our goodbyes to Dad, and he drives off to work.

I stand next to Orchid in the parking lot, and she looks me in the eyes. “Just, um… I don’t know. I don’t know what’s going on in your head, anymore.” She turns away, as if to leave, then hesitates. “I’ll… I’ll meet you at lunch with Ikram and the others, right? You’re not, like, going to find new friends or whatever, are you?”

“What?! No way, Orc. You guys are the best friends I’ve ever had. You know that.”

Orchid nods softly, and then she walks off towards the school building. I split off from her and go into the side entrance, feeling like I should give her more space.

I make my way to the History classroom. I get a few odd looks, but most people are usually still too tired to think much when it’s this early.

I’ve always hated History class, and I doubt it’s going to be much better in this new universe. With a quiet groan, I open my textbook and mentally prepare myself to not fall asleep at my desk.

The teacher, Mr. Helmsley, walks in, and he sits down at his desk. “Good morning, class! I hope you all slept well. Today, we’re going to be covering the war of-“ He blinks, noticing that the girl sitting in front of me has her hand raised high. “Oh, I’m sorry, did you have a question?”

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/23(Wed)17:52 No. 672068 ID: 3bc92d
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The girl in front of me stands stiffly. “I have an announcement to make, with your permission, sir.”

“Uh, sure, go ahead.”

“Recently, my… my dog has gone missing, somewhere around the area of this school. He’s a big mutt with black hair, big black eyes, and a mean streak. He responds to the name ‘Silvio’.”

I almost fall out of my chair, but I just barely contain myself.

The girl doesn’t seem to notice my reaction. “If anyone should happen to see Silvio, or think that they might have seen Silvio, I would like to ask that they please come speak to me. I’ve been searching for him for a while. I repeat: if anyone here has seen Silvio, then they should talk to me as soon as possible.”

Mr. Helmsley nods. “Alright. Is that all you wanted to say?”

“Yes, instructor. You may resume teaching today’s lesson at your own discretion.”

“Okay.” He coughs. “I must say, you’re being very formal today, Madeleine.”

“Am I? Sorry. Do forgive my temporary precociousness.” Madeleine sits down with a sigh.

Holy crap! What should I do? Should I talk to her right now? Should I avoid her? Should I ditch class and run away? Who is she?! Why does she know about Silvio?

>>672068
As soon as possible means as soon as possible. That... probably doesn't mean *in the middle of class* though. Give her a note that says you have seen Silvio. If she immediately pulls you out of class to talk to you then so be it, but otherwise you can speak after class.

She's one of Silvio's top hitwomen. You should ingratiate yourself with her and her boss.

>>672058
Haha, Dad's too chill to care.

Poor Orchid, though. You've turned her world upside down and she's not taking it so well.

>Holy crap! What should I do? Should I talk to her right now? Should I avoid her? Should I ditch class and run away? Who is she?! Why does she know about Silvio?
I think... you should probably assume Silvio didn't tell you everything. Or he flat out lied to you. Maybe he's not some super magic demigod, maybe he's like the one evil Timelord out of a whole civilization of good guys. Maybe that's the space police there, undercover and trying to find him.

I'd say approach Madeline soon, though it's kind of hard in the middle of a lecture. I mean, whatever she might say can't be worse than literal hell being held over your head to force you to hurt your family.

When you do talk, I'd start by admitting you saw a... "dog" that matches that description. Pretty good at walking on two legs, actually. Don't tell her what Silvio did unprompted, see what she says first. (Like, if she's the space police, you don't want to admit you broke space-law switching universes)!

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/23(Wed)18:29 No. 672096 ID: 3bc92d
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>Poor Orchid, though. You've turned her world upside down and she's not taking it so well.

I know, and I feel terrible about it. I tried my best to be honest with her. I don’t know what else I could have done.

>She's one of Silvio's top hitwomen.

Hell, I hope not. Silvio is scary enough on his own!

>you should probably assume Silvio didn't tell you everything. Or he flat out lied to you. Maybe he's not some super magic demigod

Oh man. If Silvio lied about how much power he had, then maybe I still have a chance to not have to kill anyone or go to hell!

I’ll need help to stop him, though, and this girl seems like she knows something.

>Give her a note that says you have seen Silvio.

I write her a note saying “I think that I’ve seen your dog. He’s very good at standing on two legs, actually.” and then I cautiously pass it forward to her.

She takes the note without turning around. She reads it, but shows no reaction. A few seconds later, she passes back the same note, but with her own small message added on. “Tell me about his nose.”

Pass it back. "How does a dog smell with no nose? REALLY BAD."

>I don’t know what else I could have done.
Well, we could have hidden it from her. But then she'd still be confused by your behavior. And probably still worried about you.

>>672097
That appropriately answers the question "he didn't have one" in an innocuous manner if your note passing is intercepted.

...hopefully the space police doesn't enforce petty things like passing notes in class.

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/23(Wed)19:53 No. 672141 ID: 3bc92d
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Feeling very nervous, I decide to be a little silly. I write out “How does a dog smell with no nose? Really bad!” and pass the note forward again.

Madeleine takes it, reads it, and turns to me with a start.

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/23(Wed)19:54 No. 672142 ID: 3bc92d
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Madeleine immediately stands, grabs my hand, and pulls me out of my seat. Then she yanks me along towards the door.

“Excuse me!” Mr. Helmsley calls out to us. “Where are you two going?”

“Uh…” Madeleine hesitates. “…the bathroom. Together. Because we’re girls.”

“But isn’t Wister a-?”

“Look, this is really urgent, okay?! We’ll be right back!” She quickly opens the door and pulls me into the hallway with her. Once we’re far enough away, she glances at me. “Do you know a place in this school where we can speak privately?”

“Uh... sure. There’s a girls’ bathroom on the third floor. It’s been out of order for ages.”

“Wait, really?” She raises an eyebrow. “Huh. I guess I wasn’t actually lying back there. Well, come on, lead the way.”

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/23(Wed)19:56 No. 672143 ID: 3bc92d
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We make our way up the stairs, and then we enter the bathroom.

Madeleine checks through all of the stalls to make sure that we’re alone, and then she turns to me. Her tone and body language gets slightly aggressive. “Tell me everything you know about Silvio. Where did you see him? Did you make any deals with him? Has he asked you to do anything for him?”

>>672143
May as well come completely clean.

Also is this bathroom actually out of order? New universe y'know.

Long story short, I'm supposed to kill a loved one.

>>672143
...are you an alternate Madeline? You borrowed her body?

>Where did you see him? Did you make any deals with him? Has he asked you to do anything for him?
My home, yes, yes.

I think you already know how much shit I'm in. Can you help me?

Ask her if the universe has completely @#$%ed itself over or if Silvio is playing around with a few people.

Clearly this is a very stressful situation.
Take a deep breath.
Hold on to something, like a pencil.
Focus your thoughts
Stab her in the jugular with said pencil.

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/23(Wed)23:06 No. 672192 ID: 3bc92d
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“Silvio… he arrived out of nowhere, one day. I was on a bridge, getting ready to jump, and he walked up to me. He offered to grant me any wish.” I look down at my new body. “I wished to be a girl.”

“Huh.” Madeleine raises an eyebrow. “Interesting. Continue.”

“Everything went well. I switched with this version of me, who’d wanted to be a boy, and I was happy. But then Silvio said he… he wants me to…” I shiver slightly. “He wants me to kill one of my loved ones, while he watches.”

“Hm. Not the worst ‘price’ he’s asked for. Not the best, either.” She sighs. “In other worlds, I’ve seen the bastard demand payment in the form of rape, or removal of organs, or daily sacrifices of newborn children…” Her voice trembles a bit, and she trails off. “I don’t believe he has any real reason for doing any of it, except maybe to sate his own twisted curiosity. I think he likes watching how people react when they’re put into extreme situations.”

“…you’re not Madeleine, are you? You’re an alternate version of her, borrowing her body.”

She blinks. “Well, now, aren’t you clever? Yes, I’m temporarily trapped inside this girl’s body. Believe me when I say that my presence here is not of my own volition.” She looks down at herself with a miserable expression.

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/23(Wed)23:09 No. 672195 ID: 3bc92d
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"What do you mean?”

“Silvio has me on a sort of… well, I hate to call it a leash, but that’s more or less what it is.” Not-Madeleine winces as she says the word ‘leash’. “Wherever he goes, I’m forced to follow, whether I want to or not. But he’s the only one who can physically travel through the Metamyriad, so I end up getting yanked from one version of myself to another, over and over. This is the latest in a long line.”

“That sounds horrible!”

“You have no idea.” She shudders.

“Who are you really, then?” I bite my lip. “Is there any way that you can help me?”

“In my original body, I was called Pendelion Augustus Wormwood. As for helping you, I believe I know of a very basic solution to both of our problems: Silvio’s death.” Pendelion Augustus Wormwood looks me in the eye. “I seriously doubt I could kill him alone, however. I would almost certainly require your assistance. So. How do you feel about being an accomplice to murder?”

>I end up getting yanked from one version of myself to another, over and over. This is the latest in a long line.
Wait, what happens to the other "yous" when you move on? Does this follow quantum leap logic, where each one spends a little while in your body before swapping back, or do you swap from one to the next so they're all all left one universe behind?

>So. How do you feel about being an accomplice to murder?
Um. Well, I guess being an accomplice to murder is a step up from being a strait up murderer, which is what he was offering me.

I uh, think I might be a little bit in shock, actually. I don't know if I'd actually be capable of killing anybody. And I really don't know how anyone is supposed to hurt him with the whole universe hopping magic thing.

>>672195
Sure. But how? Can't he read minds? He'd know before you even tried.

Tell her it feels good

Silvio credibly threatened you and everyone you love with a fate worse than death, on a very specific timetable. If killing him is your best plausible option for ending that threat, legally and morally speaking it's not even a crime. It's self-defense.

For practical purposes, you might actually be able to make an insanity defense work if your sister can confirm an abrupt personality shift, and you can tell the court with a straight face that you had no choice but to kill that man because he was a time-travelling demon.

>>672274
Sounds like it's time for some cold-blooded, premeditated self-defense!

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/25(Fri)20:03 No. 672732 ID: 3bc92d
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“What happened to all of the other versions of you? Do they each spend a little time in your body, or do you leave them all displaced?”

“I honestly don’t know. Silvio rarely visits the same world twice, so I’ve never had the opportunity to investigate the aftereffects of my ‘visits’.” Pendelion glances down at her hand, gently flexing her fingers. “I certainly hope that it would be the former. Being in a body of the opposite sex is stressful enough on its own. I would hate to think that I’ve left a trail of other people in the same position.”

“What do you mean, ’the opposite sex’?”

“I’m a man.” Pendelion states, bluntly. “I am also twenty-nine years old. Age isn’t consistent between alternates, and neither is sex, as I’m sure you’re aware.”

“Oh.” I blink. Suddenly, Pendelion’s irritability makes a lot more sense. “Oh. This must be hard for you, huh?”

“I’ve been a woman countless times.” He shrugs. “I just think of it as another reason to kill Silvio.”

“About that… How could we kill him? I mean, he can read minds, right? He’d know what we were planning before we could do anything.”

“…’Read minds’?” Pendelion raises an eyebrow. “That’s ridiculous. Did he tell you that he could do that?”

“Yeah, he said that that’s how he knew why I was going to kill myself, and how he knew what my wish would be.” My eyes widen. “Wait, are you saying that he can’t read my thoughts?”

“He’s not psychic, no.” Pendelion shakes his head. “If I had to guess, Silvio most likely watched a very similar version of you commit suicide in the same way, and then he switched over to a world where another near-identical alternate of you was still alive. He probably observed that version of you, figured out what you wanted most, and then finally traveled to your world so he could manipulate you.”

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/25(Fri)20:05 No. 672733 ID: 3bc92d
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“What? Why would he go through all of that trouble?”

“So he could give you everything you wanted, make you think of him as a friend and benefactor, and then force you to commit an utter atrocity. He’s done it many, many times before. The bastard has traumatization down to a science, but, no, he can’t read people’s thoughts.” Pendelion looks agitated for a moment, but he quickly regains his composure. “His claim is technically rooted in fact, however. Back in our world, certain humans called ‘Pendelions’ had the ability to influence or interpret other people’s brain activity to a certain extent.”

“Whoa, what?” I tilt my head slightly. “I thought Pendelion was your name.”

“No, it’s a title.”

“Oh. Darn.” I smile nervously. “I was going to call you Pendel. You know, like a nickname.”

“Excuse me?” He stares at me, aghast. “Don’t ever call me that. It’s an unnecessary bastardization, and it sounds idiotic.” He pauses, calming himself down. “…sorry, I didn’t mean to be so harsh. Call me August. It’s a fairly unisex name, so it won’t attract too much attention, and I like the way it sounds.”

“Okay, August.”

“Where was I? Ah, right, Pendelions. I was one, obviously, back in my original body. Silvio is a Pendelion, too, though his abilities don’t seem to work on your species. I think it’s because our form of humanity diverged from yours at some point.” He sniffs the air. “Your physical senses are much more developed than ours were, and you don’t seem to have any Pendelions at all. Your kind seems to populate most of the worlds I’ve come across, so, by simple majority, I suppose that your style of humanity wins out.”

“I, uh…” I shrug, confused. ”I don’t really understand, but… I don’t think it has to be a competition, does it?”

“I honestly don’t care. Anyway, we’re getting off-topic.” August pokes me in the shoulder. “Are you going to help me kill Silvio or not?”

“I - I don’t know. I mean, it’s certainly better than murdering someone I love, which is what Silvio is offering.” I inhale deeply, then exhale. “I think… I think I could try. I don’t want to kill anyone, though, if I don’t have to do it. But this is self-defense, right? Just… premeditated self-defense.” I gaze at the floor, feeling like the only person I'm trying to convince is myself.

>>672732
That's even worse. It means that he can look up a case file and predict what the target is going to do.

You need to find a way to use his powers against him. If only there were some way of locking him into a world for even a few seconds, then it would just be a matter of coercing him into switching to an eldritch world. Insanity would likely stunt his ability to switch between alternate realities.

Also, you should probably switch back somehow. Maybe insult Silvio into switching you at the exact moment that you were going to jump off the bridge, and then Pendleton hits him with a nuke or something.

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/09/25(Fri)20:17 No. 672741 ID: 3bc92d
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August rolls his eyes. “Hey, kid, don’t so quick to bury yourself in a moral quandary. Relax. First off, I’m the closest thing Silvio has to family, so trust me when I say that he quite simply deserves to die, and secondly, you’re not going to kill him.” He raises a hand, making a ‘three’ gesture. “I only need three things from you, okay?”

“O-okay. What do you want me to do?”

“First thing’s first: we need weapons. Firearms, preferably. I spent all night researching this world through your information network, so I do know that firearms exist here. Not the most advanced, but good enough for our purposes.”

“Information network? Do you mean the internet?”

“Yes, that one. It’s very useful. I wish that every Myriad had such a comprehensive, easily-accessible guide.” August coughs. “Anyway… despite all of my searching, I still don’t know where to acquire firearms. I don't know this area well enough. So that’s the first thing I need from you: information on where to obtain a decently-sized arsenal. The second thing I need is a fighting force.”

“A what?”

“A fighting force. People to use the firearms. They don’t have to be crack shots, they just need two hands, some modicum of stealth, and the will to shoot Silvio.” He puts a hand on my shoulder. “You have friends in this world, right? Recruit as many as you can. We won’t have a lot of time, once Silvio appears. We’ll need to pile bullets into him as quickly as we can, so we need as many people shooting as possible.”

“What’s the third thing?”

“I need you to be the bait for our trap. Find a loved one, just like Silvio asked you to do. He needs to believe that you’re doing exactly what he told you to do, right up until we spring our ambush. You and your companion will be unarmed. Pick someone who can act decently, if you can.” August looks me in the eye again. “So. That’s all that I need from you. Simple enough?”

>>672741
Um. Okay, this is America, but it's still not going to be easy for a teenager to get her hands on a arsenal of guns in a few days. It's not like I have criminal contacts, or money for that.

(Best bet might be if you have any friends or family who are redneck enough to have a whole bunch of guns. (Tyler might be that type?)).

And, uh, I have no idea how I'm supposed to talk people into murdering an unarmed guy they've never met over nothing. The "evil magic genie" story isn't very believable.

...and asking me to drag a loved one into the middle of where we're about to have a bunch of untrained kids open indiscriminate gunfire? That's... hardly better!

>important question
Um. Do you have any way to get home when he's dead? ...I don't have to go back, do I?

>>672741
>you and your companion will be unarmed
That won't work. Silvio expects Wisteria to kill the loved one, so she needs to be armed, at least with a concealed weapon like a knife. It can be a FAKE knife, however. The loved one can obviously be unarmed, though.
The best way to do this would be to have the loved one not know what the hell is going on at all.

Another way to do this would be to recruit not friends, but a gang. Convince them that Silvio did something to wrong them, or simply pay them enough, and they'll take him out.

One last thing to consider is that this would produce a lot of gunfire which the police would respond to. Silvio's corpse would confuse the fuck out of them though and maybe even cause them to drop the case. I mean, since he's obviously not human, did a murder even take place?

As for acting, good news is friends in theater club. As for a fighting force, not so good news. Getting a teenage militia hit squad together in a couple of days seems unlikely to work, and very likely to attract the wrong kind of attention. What about getting this world's police or military involved? They've already got guns and know how to use 'em.

>>672759
>It can be a FAKE knife, however.

No. He's got this down to a science, remember? Bring a real knife. That also leaves the backup option of finishing the job yourself.

>>672741
August is looking to maximize the chance of successfully accomplishing this, but you need to plan for what happens after the event, too. You and whoever you get to help will need to plan for things like quickly disposing of the body, covering up any crimes which were committed getting the weapons (or not committing crimes to obtain them), and on keeping them quiet after.

You need to know more about Silvio's abilities. Catching him unawares is good, but being prepared for whatever trump cards he has is much better. August should have some ideas.

As for getting weapons, what are your resources? If you have access to enough money then it's easy. The less money available, the more illegal the actions you'll need to take to get firearms.

Would tasers be at all effective against Silvio?

>>673182
Come to think of it, if volume of fire is all that counts, what about improvised explosives? With enough ball bearings and shit packed in you could achieve the same overwhelming wave of projectiles effect without involving a bunch of people.

>>673204
DIY Claymore trap? Super location sensitive, but avoids having to round up a number of people willing to shoot someone with minimal questions asked.

>>673206
Alright, time for a bargain-basement antipersonnel mine. You'll need a shovel, a heavy-duty garbage bag, lots of drywall screws, a pint of motor oil, 60 lb of ammonium nitrate, and some firecrackers or something as a primer.

Mix the oil and fertilizer to make ANFO, bury it near where the target's going to be standing, put the screws on top to add a hail of flesh-shredding fragments, and somehow make sure it goes off at the right time.

Main downside, apart from endangering everyone else nearby, is that the cops will notice you buying ammonium nitrate and then you'll be arrested for terrorism and go to jail forever.

>>673473
>ANFO
Makes for a pretty fireball, but not much good as anything other than a gas generator. Shrapnel formation needs a high explosive, not a low explosive.

Set it off in a pressure cooker.

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/10/24(Sat)09:50 No. 679071 ID: 3bc92d
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“Let’s start with thing number one: Look, this is America, but you do realize I’m just a normal teenage girl, don’t you? I mean, I could maybe get you some drugs or whatever, but guns? The closest I’ve ever even been to a gun is when I was watching Ikram’s dad shoot his old service rifle at some tin cans.”

“Ikram?”

“My best friend.”

“Oh, good, then we’ve already got one gun and one person to use it.”

“What?! No, look, even if I could get Ikram to steal his dad’s gun, he’d never believe this stuff. Heck, no one would! I tried to tell my sister, but even she thought I was crazy. How do you expect me to convince people to kill someone when I can’t even make them believe that I’m from another universe?”

“I… Hm.” August taps his foot. “Okay, look, I think I can probably solve that problem. Let’s see, you’ve got telephones, electronics… How’s your myriad’s holography?”

“My what’s holography?”

“Your myriad. Your world-string. How do I put this… Each myriad is made up of worlds that are more or less the same, with very minor differences. I’m from another myriad, relative to this world, but I’m pretty sure that you’re just from a different world within the same myriad. So, again, how good is your world’s holography?”

“Uh… not very?”

“Good. Here, catch.” August takes something out of his pocket, and then he grabs my hand and shoves a small device into it. “That should convince any doubters. Don’t drop it, though. It would take me a few hours to build a new one, and we need all the time we can get.”

“What is it?”

“Click the button. Please don’t make any silly comments about the content; It was late at night and I pressed ‘record’ by accident.”

“Uh… okay?” I tap the button on the side, and the machine whirrs to life. After a moment, a small holographic image of a messy-looking August is projected out of the side of the device. “Whoa! Hey, how does this work? Can you show me how to-?”

“Shush, shush. I’ll teach you later, if I have time. I memorized the design while I was in a different myriad. The technology is pretty simple, actually, once you understand the basic concepts, but let’s stay focused. Weapons. Where can I get them?”

“I already told you, I don’t know. Guns are hard to come by, especially for teenagers.”

Chemicals for explosives are very cheap. Will that work?

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/10/24(Sat)09:56 No. 679074 ID: 3bc92d
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“Damn. What’s the next best thing?”

“Could improvised explosives work?”

“Only if you’re willing to get yourself blown up in the process.” August chuckles. “The humans from our myriad have pretty poor eyesight, so Silvio will want to be close to you while he watches. Any explosives we use will either be too powerful, and will thus kill you as well as Silvio, or they’ll risk being too weak to be lethal.”

“Does it have to be lethal? Can’t we use, like, tasers, or something?”

“Tasers? What is tasers?”

“Tasers. Nonlethal electricity weapons. They generally knock people out in a second or two.”

“…that could work.” August smiles, patting me on the shoulder. “Nice idea, kid. You’re pulling your weight. So, where do we get tasers?”

“I’m not sure. I’ve seen them at Walmart, I think? There are probably some more specialized places that would carry them. If you give me a little time, I’ll search the internet and see what I can find.”

“Do it. Start making a list. Before you start on that, though, see if you can figure out someone you can use as bait.”

“I really wish you wouldn’t use that terminology.” I bite my lip. “You mentioned me being unarmed, right? Isn’t that kind of counterproductive? If I’m acting like I’m going to kill someone, then Silvio will expect me to have a knife, or some sort of weapon.”

“Fair point. Okay, sure, you can bring a knife along. It’s a moot point if you don’t have a partner, though. Again, do you have any ideas on that front? I’ll serve the role if I have to, but…”

“Um… I might know somebody, maybe?” I glance down at myself. “This me was in the theater club, apparently, so I could probably find someone. If all else fails, my ex-girlfriend is an actress, so I might be able to convince her to help. I just wish I had more time, you know?”

“Oh, damn, that’s a good point. How much time do we have?”

“Silvio said he’d come back tomorrow.”

“Shit.” August groans. “Looks like I”m pulling another all-nighter, then. I should probably skip school, too, once we’re done here. Why don’t you begin working on getting me that list of taser locations?”

“Wait, hold on… there’s something I’m curious about. How does traveling between worlds work, after we kill Silvio? I - I don’t have to go back to how I was before, do I? Does everyone just automatically jump back to their original places when Silvio dies, or do you have some other way to get home?”

“Your naïveté is... oddly charming.” August’s eyelids droop slightly, and he sighs. "No, I don’t think the world follows those kinds of fairy-tale rules. Silvio’s the only one who can travel through the Metamyriad, and he’s similarly the only one who can let people travel. So, relax, you won’t go back to your old world. Neither will I. If we succeed in killing that bastard, then this will be my body until the day I die. So, any other questions, or are you ready to start searching?”

>Guns are hard to come by, especially for teenagers.
Not that it's not doable, but on a day's notice would be tough unless you already have somewhere to get them.

>If we succeed in killing that bastard, then this will be my body until the day I die. So, any other questions, or are you ready to start searching?
Oh. That... really sucks for you. And Madeline, wherever she is.

...I don't suppose, instead of killing him, we could just put him in a coma or make him braindead so we could use his body to hijack his moving people between realities power?

>I’ll serve the role if I have to, but…
If you think Silvio spied on an alternate me prior to approaching me, he should know Madeline isn't someone I was really close to. At best he'll call me out on trying to weasel out of his terms by luring an acquaintance to her death, instead of someone I love. As much as I'd prefer to keep everyone out of this, you wouldn't work.

>So, any other questions, or are you ready to start searching?
Does he know he's dragging you along with him when he travels? Shouldn't he be expecting you to try something?

>>679074
Remind August that if he's stuck here too, then you both need to plan for disposing of Silvio's body after the deed is done. If someone discovers evidence of this, you could both end up in jail.

>>679085
Disposal is straightforward if you're willing to think outside the pine box. First of all, accept that it's going to be messy. Get a pack of rubber gloves, a dropcloth, and wear nothing you wouldn't be willing to throw away. Split corpse up into a few heavy-duty garbage bags, mixed with a whole lot of caustic alkali (which can be bought over the counter as drain cleaner). That reduces your problem to noxious slurry and bones, which would be difficult to identify as the remains of any specific person. Remove and crush all the teeth (dental records are one of the best options for IDing a body in otherwise terrible condition) with a pair of pliers, drop the fragments down a random storm drain. Drop the trashbags with the skeleton jelly in some steel barrel in an alley on the bad side of town, pile scrap lumber on top, soak the pile in gasoline, and light it up as a favor to the local homeless population.

Downside is, if the cops catch you halfway through that plan, you're not gonna be able to argue that it was anything other than premeditated. If you trust the system to deliver justice, then you should call the cops and turn yourself in as soon as you're sure Silvio's completely dead. Tell 'em the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, and you'll get off on either self-defense or insanity, depending on whether or not they believe you. What would really be the most helpful, in that case, is a holorecord of Silvio repeating the exact terms of the coercion. Maybe you could somehow trick him into going over it again?

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/10/26(Mon)14:48 No. 679515 ID: 3bc92d
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“Oh… That really, um… that really sucks for you.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.” August sighs, gently pulling his hair out of his face. “This is not the body I want to grow old in, but I suppose that what I want doesn’t really matter, in the end. Can you get started on that list, please?”

I start searching for business in Seattle which sell tasers, though I keep talking with August as I do so. “What about Madeleine? This sucks for her, too, wherever she is.”

“I… I don’t know. I don’t know what I could even do to help her. It’s either kill Silvio, or be dragged endlessly from body to body while watching him commit countless atrocities, and that’s no choice at all. If my personal suffering will put an end to all the pain that Silvio has caused, then so be it. When it comes right down to it, Madeleine is just an unfortunate bystander caught in the crossfire. I certainly feel bad about it, but there’s nothing I can do.”

“If we knock Silvio out with a taser, and we have him helpless, couldn’t we force him to set everything right? Put you and Madeleine back to normal? We could even get him comatose, so he couldn’t hurt anyone.”

“As far as I know, he travels through the Metamyriad by his own will. The second we wake him up, he’ll jump ship and abandon this world, and we won’t have any way to stop him. Then this whole thing begins again, with me in a different body, in a different world. If he escapes, then there's no guarantee that I'll ever get a chance like this again, so I'd rather just kill him and be done with it.”

“Huh. Hey, come to think of it, if you follow him everywhere, won’t he be expecting you to make a move? He does know that you’re pulled along, doesn’t he?”

“On most worlds, I can’t even find Silvio. Meeting you was the biggest stroke of luck I’ve had in a very long time. I’ve only run into one of Silvio’s ‘customers’ once before, about seven months ago, and I seriously doubt Silvio will be prepared for my presence this time around. As for if he knows about what he’s doing to me, I’m all but certain that he does. There have been several other times when we’ve met, and he’s always seemed to immediately recognize me. I can’t imagine he’d put the effort into pulling me from world to world if he didn’t know he was doing it.”

“Okay.” I copy-paste another link, finally deciding that twelve locations is probably enough for August. “Here’s the list. Do you have a number I can text?”

“…huh?” August blinks, raising an eyebrow.

“I - I’ll just write it down.” I pull a pen out of my pocket and begin copying the list onto a paper towel. When I’m done, I hand it off to August. “There you go. Oh, by the way, I don’t think you’ll be able to be bait with me. If you’re right about Silvio studying me, then he’ll know Madeleine and I aren’t close. Worst case scenario, he’ll recognize you.”

“Good thinking. You’re right.” August pockets the list, and then he turns towards the door. “Which makes it even more important that you recruit as many of your friends as you can.”

“Wait! How will I contact you?”

“Oh. Hm.” August pauses for a moment. “I’ll try to meet up with you at recess. Failing that, I’ll be waiting outside after school. Goodbye, then, um… oh. I never did ask your name.”

“Wisteria Wilton. Call me Wister.”

“How interestingly alliterative. Well, goodbye, then, Wister.” August gives me a nod, and then he rushes out of the bathroom.

“Wait, what are we going to do about Silvio’s dead body?” I call out to August, but he's already too far away to hear me. Well, that, or he just doesn't care enough to respond. “…damn it.”

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/10/26(Mon)14:50 No. 679516 ID: 3bc92d
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I stumble back down the stairs. I quietly make my way into the History classroom and meekly return to my desk, still dazed after my meeting with August. I slump in my chair and sigh.

My classes seem to pass by at an incredibly slow rate, and I have more than a little trouble paying attention to the lessons. My mind races with thoughts of murder and universes and myriads and… well, lots of things.

By the time recess rolls around, I’m feeling very overwhelmed. I make my way to the cafeteria and immediately begin searching, trying to spot my usual table, but I can’t seem to find Ikram anywhere.

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/10/26(Mon)14:50 No. 679517 ID: 3bc92d
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I’m on the verge of giving up and eating by myself, but then, suddenly, someone grabs my shoulder from behind me.

“MURDER.”

“Shit!” I jump. “No, no no no, not now, not-!“

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“…Ikram?”

Ikram laughs. “Who else? The cafeteria ripper?”

“Not funny, man.” I breathe slowly, trying to calm myself down. “Like, seriously, what the hell? Are you just going around whispering ‘murder’ in people’s ears?”

“Scarier than ‘boo’, isn’t it?” Ikram grins. “Wow, Prince, I totally got you, didn’t I?”

I’m momentarily surprised by his use of the nickname ‘Prince’, but then I realize that he probably wouldn’t call the me from this world ‘Princess’. “Yeah, right! I was distracted. You just got lucky.”

“Oh, I know.” He poses dramatically. “I get lucky all of the time, in fact.”

Same old Ikram. I can’t help smiling. “You know, Ikky, one of these days, you’re going to have to grow up.”

“Maybe, Prince, but not here, not today, and wwwwhat the fuck are you wearing?” Ikram’s eyes widen as he notices my outfit. “…why do you look like a lazy goth chick and/or a j-pop idol? Did I somehow forget that today was Halloween?”

"same reason I nearly jumped though the ceiling when you whispered murder in my ears...Long story short, evil genie granted me a wish. Said wish means I'm now a much different Wister than the one you know. Said evil genie basically wants me to kill someone I love or suffer horrible consequences. I met someone who has a plan to slay the evil genie...But either way...Someone's going to die. Maybe multiple someones.

Yes, actually, between all the interdimensional espionage it completely slipped my mind. How about I dress up as Jackie O and you can be Lee Harvey Oswald? I know a guy who'd be perfect for the third leg of that.

>>679522
Mmmmaybe ease into it a bit more

Or at least, like, say "it's complicated, can we talk about it in private?" so that you can make out with him show him that holo-thingy.

>>679545
no he said "did I forget it was Halloween." Cause, you know, that would be the only reasonable non-dimension-jumping explanation for Wister's clothings.

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/10/28(Wed)05:46 No. 679839 ID: 3bc92d
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“It’s… complicated. Can we talk about it in private?”

“Sure thing, buddy, but I have to do a thing, first.” Ikram gestures at the unopened can of soda in his hand. “Let me just deliver this to your sister, and then we can go have as many top-secret dialogues as you could want.”

“You’ve seen Orchid?” I glance around the cafeteria, but I can’t spot her anywhere. “Where is she?”

“Somebody stole our table, so we’re sitting outside today.” Ikram puts an arm around my shoulders and pulls me towards the door. “Come on, Prince, you can explain your bizarro-world outfit to everybody while we eat.”

I think it over. I have been under a lot of stress, lately. Maybe I could use some time relaxing with my friends. I haven’t seen Paolo or Freddie in a while. “O-okay.” I follow Ikram’s lead, and, within moments, we’re outside.

“Hey, guys!” Ikram waves as we approach the table. “Orchid, I got you your soda and I scared the hell out of Wister! It was a successful mission in all respects, really.”

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/10/28(Wed)05:52 No. 679841 ID: 3bc92d
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“Wister?” Orchid looks up, then winces as she catches sight of me. “Oh. You’re still dressed like that, huh? Damn it.”

I stare. Paolo and Freddie are nowhere to be seen. Instead, my ex-girlfriend is sitting at the table.

“Dressed like wh-? Oh, whoa!” Raven gapes at me. “…what’s all this, then?”

“Don’t ask me.” Orchid sighs. She takes her soda from Ikram, pops it open, and starts drinking. She turns away from me, looking unhappy. “Talk to Wister, if you’re curious, but don’t expect him to make any sense.”

I can’t seem to take my eyes off of Raven. What is she doing here? Sure, we don’t hate each other or anything, but we’re not exactly friends, either. I mean, we used to be hang out a lot, before we started going out, but I haven’t had a single meaningful conversation with her since we broke up.

“Huh?” Raven blinks. She shifts around in her seat, seeming a bit uncomfortable under my gaze. “What’s up with the two of you? Did something happen?”

Orchid groans in response. She slumps miserably in her chair, letting her forehead hit the table with a gentle thunk.

“One second, guys. I agree, we should talk about whatever the hell Wister is wearing, but I promised I’d talk to him about something else, first.” Ikram smiles, then taps me on the head. He lowers his voice slightly. “I’ll follow your lead, Prince. Where do you want to secretly have this secret-filled secret conversation about secrets and such?”

I hesitate. It rains a lot around here, so the outside tables aren’t incredibly popular. As far as I can tell, Ikram, Orchid, and Raven are the only people in earshot. If I wanted to try telling the truth to all three of them at the same time, then this would be a good opportunity to do that.

So, Use the Pendel device.

And then depending on what it does, say this to go along with it:
Basically I'm an alternate Wister who got body-swapped with the Wister you know.
I got swapped by this evil dimension-swapper guy named Silveo, who wants me to murder someone I love for payment. No I didn't know about that part until after the swap.
Me, that is, alternate Wister, wanted to be a girl, unlike yours who didn't, met a girl who Silveo has been yanking along with him from one dimension to another. Basically? She wants him dead, big time, and she's got a plan to do it, but she needs my help.
So one way or another, I'm going to have to kill someone. I want Silveo dead, because frankly, I don't have many friends or loved ones to go through for that sicko! Seriously, he wants me to kill someone I care about just to see how I react to it!

>>679841
Start by showing Orchid the hologram. With actual proof of other-worldliness, we can at least recruit her into helping explain what's going on.

>>679841
Yeah, here is fine.

Rather than go into all the details, start with "I'm a Wister from an alternate dimension, and I can prove it now, Orc. Well, sort of. Well, I met someone else who travels through dimensions, and he gave me this..." *insert holothingy here*

THEN give them all the deets.

Oh, and, she maybe isn't your ex in this universe? I don't remember.

Set the holoprojector on the table, turn it on, and explain that you're not from Bizarro World, you're from Rule 63 World. Blurt out as much as possible while they're still stunned.

Introduce August as 'the last time cop' from Blurry World, where everybody is nearsighted so holoprojectors like this were invented. August is chasing an insane murderer named Silvio.

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/12/10(Thu)03:43 No. 687978 ID: 3bc92d
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I place the holographic projector onto the table, activating it in the same motion. The projection sputters to life, showing the familiar disheveled image of August.

“Whoa!” Raven's jaw drops. “That’s awesome!”

“Wait.” Ikram blinks, frowning. “That’s not… I mean, how is it doing that? There’s no gas or glass, so where’s the image medium? What is that thing?”

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/12/10(Thu)03:49 No. 687983 ID: 3bc92d
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“I’m not who you think I am. I’m Wister, but I’m not your Wister.” I start speaking, very loudly and clearly. “I’m a Wister from an alternative universe, where the only real difference seems to be that I was born in a boy’s body instead of a girl’s body. I got body-swapped with the Wister you know, thanks to an insane murdering dimension-swapping guy called Silvio. As a surprise ‘price’, he wants me to kill someone for him. Like, not even someone in particular, just someone I love, so he can watch and see how I react!”

“Whoa.“

“I was horrified.” I keep talking, not letting myself be interrupted. “I had no idea what I was going to do. But then I met this girl - this person…” I point at the projection of August. “They gave me this machine, which they learned how to build in another universe. Basically, they have a plan to kill Silvio, but they need my help to do it. So, one way or another, I’ve got to kill someone - maybe multiple someones, if things go wrong.”

I breathe heavily.

Everyone at the table stares at me, eyes wide.

No one speaks for a long time.

Finally, Ikram breaks the silence. “You… you aren’t serious, are you?” Ikram laughs weakly. “This is a joke, right? I mean, this stuff is science fiction and then some.”

“Is it? Look at this.” I hold up the projector. “We don’t have anything like this in our world, Iks.”

He goes pale, staring at the unusual device.

“This is… wow.” Raven mumbles, shocked. “I don’t even know what to say. Do you have any other proof of this stuff?”

“August - this person - might be able to prove it more easily than I can. He’s been to a bunch of different worlds, apparently.”

“He?” She looks at the projection of August, confused.

“He got switched into a girl version of himself, like I did. He didn’t choose to do it, though, and he’s not happy about the situation.”

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/12/10(Thu)04:53 No. 687987 ID: 3bc92d
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“Wait.” Orchid’s voice is very quiet. “You’re saying - you’re saying it’s real? When you were acting weird, saying that stuff about other worlds… you weren’t acting? You’re really not my brother?”

“Well, no, I’m not. I told you before: I’m your sister.”

“I don’t have a sister.” She shivers slightly. “I have a brother. But you… you aren’t him, are you? You’re someone else.”

“Please, Orchid.” I take a step forward, ready to hug her. “You’re still my sister.”

“No!” Orchid scrambles to her feet, backing away. She stares at me with a haunted expression, trembling. “I didn’t grow up with you. I don’t know you. You’re not Wister. You’re just some alien from another world, wearing my brother’s face.”

“Orc, come on…” I step forward, and she backs away even further. She looks so scared. My own sister, terrified of me. I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut.

“Go away!” Orchid suddenly shrieks. “Bring my brother back! Bring him back, now!”

I wince. Her voice is loud and shrill. If I don’t calm her down, other people are going to hear her, if they haven’t heard her already.

>>687987
Tell her some important memory that you two should still share in this universe. You have to prove to her that you know her, and she knows you, even if you're a little different.

>I didn’t grow up with you.
I grew up with you. (Talk about you childhood, stuff you remember, stuff she did for you).

>“Go away!” Orchid suddenly shrieks. “Bring my brother back! Bring him back, now!”
...I can't, Orc. I didn't do this. I told you, someone else did it to me. And I was on a bridge. I was on the goddamn bridge when they found me and offered me a crazy impossible lifeline. And if they weren't there, I would have done it. I... I don't know that I could go back, even if I had a way.

If we switched back, how long would be until I was back on that bridge again? How long until your brother finds his way there?

(Guilt trip / break down in tears / panic attack).

Silence her forever.

Yes, you're right. I'm an accidental alien bodysnatcher, which sucks. You want to bring some justice into this whole fucked-up situation? Pendel caused all this, Pendel is the only one who can bring your brother back, and Augustus is the only one who both knows how all this interdimensional bullshit works, and is willing to help us deal with Pendel properly. We've already got a solid basic plan, but time is short and we need more allies. Are you in or out?

(omit key details such as 1. the plan is to kill Pendel and 2. that won't actually bring her brother back)

Uh-oh, unassailable Orchid logic time:
* Pendel is the one who swapped not-Wister for her brother
* Pendel is the only one who could switch them back
* not-Wister wants to kill Pendel
* Therefore Orchid cannot allow this to happen if she wants her brother back
Not a good situation.

>>688191
Silvio, not Pendel, this time round.

>>688201
Whoops, you are correct.

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/12/12(Sat)12:31 No. 688330 ID: 251089
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“…I can’t bring him back, Orc.” I can’t meet her eyes. “I told you, someone else did this to me. You’re right about me being an alien bodysnatcher, but it…” I hesitate. “It was an accident. Silvio caused this to happen.”

“I don’t believe you!” Orchid has tears in her eyes. “Switch back! I don’t want you, I want my brother! I want the Wister I grew up with!”

“I did grow up with you, Orchid!” I search my brain for a moment from our childhood, some detail that will probably be the same in this world, too. It doesn’t take long for me to find one. “Do you remember when we were twelve, and we went to the circus? You accidentally dropped your cotton candy off the side of the ferris wheel, it landed in that angry guy’s hair, and we got in trouble? I was the one who took the fall for you, and I never told anyone what really happened, because you’re my sister, and I love you!”

“How do you…?” Orchid goes quiet for a little while. Then she narrows her eyes again, glaring at me. “Wait. You already told me that you had your own Orchid, back in your world. That’s a memory you shared with the other me, isn’t it?”

“Well, yeah. But you’re practically the same person.”

“No, I’m not! That girl might look like me and talk like me, she might even be a perfect copy of me, but she’s not me. I’m me. I’m the only me there is!” Orchid curls her lip. “Besides, if we’re sharing stories, then what about your menarche?”

“My what?”

“Your first period, dumbass.” Orchid stomps her foot. “You cried about it for hours. I stayed up all night with you, trying to cheer you up! You told me about how much you wanted to be a boy, how you hated your body, and I hugged you and told you that I loved you. Do you remember that?”

“No. I never had any periods, much as I might have wanted to.”

“Of course you don’t remember it! Because you’re not my brother. You’re just somebody who’s a lot like him.” She grimaces. “I don’t want a substitute. I want the real Wister back.”

“Have you considered that maybe he doesn’t want to switch back?!” I snap. “Do you even know where I was before Silvio switched the two of us around?! I was on a goddamn bridge, getting ready to kill myself! If Silvio hadn’t been there to offer me an impossible lifeline, I - I would have really done it.” I suddenly realize that I’m sobbing, but I can’t stop talking now. “If… if I switch back, then how long do you think it will be until I end up there again? How long until it’s your brother standing there, ready to jump?”

Orchid stares at me, shocked. I meet her gaze, sniffling.

“Hey, uh…” Ikram tugs at my arm. “I think I’d like to have that super-secret conversation now.”

“H-huh?” I blink, doing my best to wipe the tears from my cheeks. “Oh, that. We don’t really need to do that, anymore. I was just going to tell you about the me-being-an-alien thi-“

“Yeah, well, you can tell me all about it. In detail. Right now.” He pulls me away from Orchid and Raven. “Come on, Wister. You and your sister need some space.”

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/12/12(Sat)12:33 No. 688333 ID: 251089
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“So.” Once we’re a good distance away, leaning against a tree, Ikram speaks up. “You’re from another universe, where everything’s pretty much identical except for various tiny differences? Does this mean that the Many Worlds interpretation is accurate?”

“Yeah. I think it is, at least. Like, every possibility is its own world, probably.”

“Neat. I always sort of hoped that that was how it worked.” Ikram tilts his head. “So, there’s another me from where you come from, too? What’s he like? Goatee-sporting evil twin or generally cool guy?”

“He’s pretty much the same person, as far as I can tell.”

“Wicked.” Ikram whistles. “I wonder whether we’d get along, or fight to the death?”

“Knowing you, you’d probably try to have sex with each other.”

“I won’t deny the possibility.” Ikram grins. “Hey, can you do with me what you did with Orchid? Go on, tell me a story about the other me.”

“Um… sure?” I think for a moment. “How about… Yeah, okay, I’ve got one. So, when I came out to you, right, I was super nervous. I built up to it slowly, and then I finally told you, and you were like ‘Oh, okay then.’ and I was all ‘Huh? Is that it?’ and you just laughed and said ‘I mean, what do you expect me to do? Treat you like a princess? You’re still just Wister to me, and Wister’s my friend.’ and then I started crying like an idiot. Then we played Street Fighter, and you beat me like you always do.”

“Oh, man.” Ikram smiles. “I had the exact same thing with my Wister, except that it was ‘prince’, not ‘princess’. Damn, so you weren’t kidding about us being identical, huh?”

“Yeah, you’re like twins.” I gaze at the ground, frowning. “Hey, um… do you think of me like an impostor, the same way that Orchid does?”

“Nah. You’re still Wister, even if you’re a different Wister.” He shrugs. “It’s a bit weird, and the whole universe-switchery thing really caught me by surprise, but I think I’m slowly understanding it. I’ll miss my best friend, but if he’s got the body he wants, then I guess I’m happy for him.” Ikram glances at my clothing. “It’s going to be weird to get used to a Wister who enjoys having boobs, though.”

“It’s weird for me too, honestly.” I gesture at my body. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, this is definitely the anatomy that I prefer, but I’ve still been moved into a completely different body. I’m definitely going to need some time to adjust to it.”

“A different body…” Ikram is quiet for a moment. “Come to think of it, what was switched between the two of you? Memories? Souls? Brains?”

“…I don’t actually know. Huh. I probably should have asked, in retrospect.”

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/12/12(Sat)12:37 No. 688334 ID: 251089
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“Hey, um, alien Wister!” Someone calls out to me.

“What?” I turn. It’s Raven. “Is something wrong?”

“Well, uh, my girlfriend got back from the bathroom…” Raven mumbles. “She’s asking about what she missed, and why Orchid’s crying.”

“Orc’s crying?!”

“Oh, uh, yeah… I did my best to comfort her, but she’s still kind of a mess.” Raven scratches her neck. “Anyway, I don’t know what to tell my girlfriend. I’m not really sure that I understand what’s going on, honestly, so I’d rather you explain it. Were you planning on filling her in on this crazy other-universe stuff, or not?”

>“…I don’t actually know. Huh. I probably should have asked, in retrospect.”
Probably not brains? Or else not-Pendel constantly changing ages / genders / who knows what else across all the really different version of him would be more complicated and fraught.

Also if brains actually swapped, the body would need time to heal, remap controls over the body (so there would be an adjustment period before you could move around normally), you'd have organ transplant rejection issues maybe, and the seam might show up on medical scans / examination.

>Raven's girlfriend
Who's Raven's girlfriend? What do you remember about them from your old universe?

>Were you planning on filling her in on this crazy other-universe stuff, or not?
I, honestly haven't had time to think very far ahead with any of this, but I'm not going to ask you to lie to her for me.

>>688333
>“Come to think of it, what was switched between the two of you? Memories? Souls? Brains?”

Not brains. Quantum stuff seems to respect conservation of mass, on the macro scale at least. Human mind-state has been estimated at 100 terabytes, probably just swapped all that.

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/12/14(Mon)15:35 No. 688767 ID: 251089
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>Not brains.

Yeah, I sort of figured that that was the case.

“Well, I haven’t planned very far ahead with any of this, honestly, but I won’t ask you to lie for me.” I sigh. “So, who is your girlfriend?”

Silence follows. Ikram and Raven stare at me.

“What? What is it?”

“How can you not know?” Raven blinks.

“Well, I’m sorry, but in my world, the atmosphere between us was pretty awkward. We didn’t hang out as much, and I don’t think it’s weird to admit that I didn’t really keep up with your love life after we broke up.”

“Excuse me?!” Raven’s jaw drops.

“Huh? Was our break-up not as harsh in this world?”

“You don’t mean… you and me?” Raven’s eyes widen. “Like, together?”

Ikram’s surprise is slowly replaced by amusement. He visibly struggles to hold back laughter.

“Um, yeah, we dated for a while.” I look between the two of them. “What is it? Wait… did we not do that in this world?”

“Hell no we didn’t!” Raven yells. “How long were we…? Oh fuck, how far did we go?!”

“Well…”

“No! Stop!” Raven frantically throws her arms up. “Never mind! Don’t tell me! I don’t want to know!”

“Uh, okay. You’re saying we really didn’t-?”

“So!” Ikram interjects, still grinning. “How is your girlfriend doing, Raven?”

“She’s… she’s doing okay.” Raven’s gaze keeps nervously drifting back to me. “We, uh, we went to see her parents, to get some of her stuff back, so she’s been a bit stressed recently. Still, she’s doing a lot better with, you know… stuff.”

“Yeah.” Ikram nods. “Stuff.”

“Stuff?” I ask, confused.

“Oh. Right.” Ikram glances at me. “You don’t know, do you?”

“Don’t know what?”

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2015/12/14(Mon)15:37 No. 688769 ID: 251089
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“Hey, guys!” An unfamiliar voice calls out to us, interrupting our conversation. “Where are you?”

“Huh? We’re over by the tree.”

“Oh.” A few seconds later, a slightly familiar-looking girl pokes her head around the tree. “Hi.”

“Hi, Veronica.” Ikram stresses the name, probably for my benefit. “How are you?”

“Uh, I’m alright, I guess.” Veronica shrugs. “You?”

“Eh, a bit weird, but fine. It’s quickly turning into a very interesting day, though.”

“Why hello there, cute stuff!” Raven strides over and pulls Veronica close, curling her arm around her back. She gives her a kiss on the cheek, then lays her head on Veronica’s shoulder. “I love you.”

“Ah!” Veronica blushes slightly. “L-love you too, Ravie, but, um, gosh, you’re kind of embarrassing me. Is something wrong?”

“Uh… no, nothing.” Raven briefly glances at me, then turns back to Veronica. “So, um, hey, Ronnie, how’s Orchid doing? I thought I asked you to look after her. I did say that I’d be right back, didn’t I?”

“Orc’s still pretty depressed, but she’s stopped crying. She told me to come find you guys, actually. She said she wanted to talk to Wister.” She tilts her head, bemused. “Seriously, what’s going on? Did something happen while I was gone? Is everything okay?”

Hello, Veronica! Nice to meet you. This thing on the table is a hologram record-and-playback device, and I'm Wisteria Wilton from another universe, on a mission to take down the super-criminal who stranded me here.

Also, homemade flamethrowers aren't illegal.

Well I guess now we can answer vanilla-metamyriad's Ronnie's question with regards to body swapping messing with sexuality.

>“Stuff?”
You're not the only one in the world with issues, princess. Better not to stick your foot in your mouth on this one. Don't push it, just accept that she's working through something. Even if it involves less crazy magic people from other worlds.

>Seriously, what’s going on? Did something happen while I was gone? Is everything okay?
I'm an alien almost exactly the same alternate Wister from switched from another universe, and Orcid is freaking out over that. No I'm not making fun of you, and there's an impossible hologram projector over there if you want hard proof something not-normal is happening.

>Line for later
How am I supposed to be okay if Orcid hates me? It doesn't matter if she's my Orcid, she's Orcid.

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2016/01/12(Tue)23:16 No. 693424 ID: 251089
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>You're not the only one in the world with issues, princess.

I guess not. I’m pretty sure that my issues are a lot more important, though. For now, at least.

“Hello, Veronica.” I wave. “Nice to meet you.”

“Huh?” Veronica gives me a confused look. “Wister, I already know you.”

“Not quite. I’m not the Wisteria Wilton you know. I’m an alien - sort of - from another universe. I switched bodies with your Wister.”

Veronica stares at me as if I’ve gone crazy.

“Hey, I’m not insane, and I’m not making fun of you, either. I’ve got an impossible hologram projector if you want proof that something not-normal is happening.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, I left it back on the table. I’ll go grab it. While I do that, Ikram, Raven, could you try to explain?” Ikram and Raven nod. I start walking. Once I reach the table, I go to grab the projector, but then I’m distracted by the sound of someone crying. I look down and see Orchid sitting on the ground, curled up into a ball. “Oh. Hey.”

“Hey.”

“So, uh… how are you doing?”

Orchid just sniffles quietly.

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2016/01/12(Tue)23:24 No. 693426 ID: 251089
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I sit down beside her. “I love you, you know.”

“I love my brother.” She mumbles.

“But he’s gone, Orc. He’s in my old body, back in the world where I came from.”

“I-I’ll never see him again, will I?” Orchid miserably presses her face into her knees.

“I don’t know.” I sigh. “I’m not even sure how it all works. Traveling, I mean.”

“I hate you.” Orchid sobs. “I hate you so much!”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t. Please, just… don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t be nice. Don’t try to comfort me.” She ineffectually tries to wipe her tears away. “I need to be able to hate you.”

I obligingly go silent.

Orchid continues to cry for a while. When she finally finishes, drying her eyes on her sleeve, she turns to me, her expression still gloomy. “I…I’ll help you with your thing, Wist… Wisteria. I’ll do whatever I can to get you out of this mess you're in.”

“What?” I raise an eyebrow. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah. I just need to know something, first.” Orchid looks me right in the eyes. Her gaze is intense. “Did my brother know that this was going to happen? Was he aware of it ahead of time? Was it his choice to switch bodies with you?”

I blink. ‘No, he didn’t know.’ Whether I like it or not, that’s the truth. I was so, so desperate when Silvio made his offer. I stole this body away, barely even considering what would happen to the person already inside. But if I tell Orchid that, she’ll never forgive me. She could end up hating me forever, and she’d be justified in doing it.

How am I supposed to be okay if Orchid hates me? It doesn’t matter if she’s my Orchid, she’s Orchid. I hesitate, thinking it over. I could lie. There's no way for her to know whether or not I’m telling the truth, and a lie would make things easier for both of us.

Damn it. What should I say?

>>693426
Keep in mind if Silvio had approached Wister at a similarly vulnerable time, he would have done the same thing you did, because he is you.
So if he had known ahead of time, he would have wanted it.

Tell her you don't know(because you DON'T), but considering the way you felt about it, you believe he would have chosen to swap, yes. Your Orchid is the same as her, barring small differences. Everyone is the same, except you.

>Damn it. What should I say?
Half truth. Tell her the truth while leaving yourself an out.

You don't know. You didn't get to communicate with him, and you don't know if the genie made him the same offer or if it was one way. You don't know if he hurt her as much as you did, or if he's running around guilt free. I don't know if he's as big a screwup as I am.

(And no matter what Silvio said, you don't know, because you can't trust he was being honest or just toying with you).

I.. I really didn't think this multiple people thing through. I didn't realize how much I'd hurt you. I was selfish.

>“I love my brother.”
I'm not sure you can dare ask this now but:

Do you think you could ever love a sister?

>>693426
>‘No, he didn’t know.’ Whether I like it or not, that’s the truth.

No, that's your guess. You have no knowledge of what was going on in Wister's universe prior to you arriving. For all you know, Silvio set up the swap with Wister before coming to find you.
The truth is that you don't know, you can only guess.

A deliberate lie could rot the relationship at least as thoroughly as a thoughtless betrayal.

You don't know how this dimension-hopping stuff works. You've got less than a day of experience with it yourself. Conceivably, there's a Silvio for every universe, ALL of them can swap stuff around with each other, and deals require consent at both ends. It'd be like interdimensional freaky-friday Chatroulette. This world's Wister was trans, too; he might plausibly have taken the deal for the same reason you did. Might be happy with it, for the same reason. Might be having this same argument.

Be honest. You don't know; you never met the guy.

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2016/01/16(Sat)13:43 No. 694402 ID: 251089
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“…I don’t know. I’ve got less than a day of experience with this stuff, Orc. I don’t know if Silvio gave your Wister the same deal that he gave me. Maybe he knew, maybe he didn’t. I never met the guy.”

“Are you telling me that you decided to hijack my brother’s body without having any idea whether he consented or even knew about it?!”

“No, I’m telling you that I don’t know, because I don’t. Look, if he’d been in the same place as I had been, he would have made the same decision, because he’s me, and I’m him.”

“But you didn’t know that. You still don't. You were just guessing, weren’t you?” She stares at me with revulsion. “How could you do something like that? You… you’re horrible!”

“Really? This world’s Wister was trans, too! Are you saying he would never choose to switch with me? That he didn't spend his nights wishing, over and over, that he would wake up the next morning in a male body?”

“I…” She falters. “I mean, yeah, but… No. No, he couldn’t have-“

“You don’t know what he did, and neither do I. For all we know, he made the same deal, and he’s having this exact conversation with the Orchid that I left behind.”

“No. He wouldn’t abandon me.” Orchid looks like she’s about to start crying again. “He wouldn’t leave forever - not without saying goodbye. He’s not like you.”

“He’s exactly like me, Orchid. He is me. We just had slightly different circumstances.” I sigh. “I didn’t say goodbye to you, either. I didn’t want you to worry. I just hugged you and told you that I loved you. If this world’s Wister knew what was going to happen, then he probably did the same thing.”

“He wouldn’t. He wouldn’t.” She repeats the words without much confidence. She stares miserably at the ground. “How could he? How could you?”

“Because I was scared, Orchid.” I reach out and squeeze her hand. “I was as scared of switching as I was of staying. If I had told you, you might have tried to talk me out of it, and that would have tipped the scales. I would have been stuck in that body, in that life, and been dead within the week. So I didn’t tell you. I just made my decision and hoped for the best.”

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2016/01/16(Sat)13:45 No. 694405 ID: 251089
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“That’s so cruel.” Orchid goes still. “Don’t you care about her at all? The Orchid you left behind?”

“Of course I care about you.”

“But I’m not her.”

“As far as I can tell, you’re identical, so, yes, you are. You’re here, and Ikram’s here, and Dad’s here…”

“But you must know that we’re not the same people.” She looks at me with wide eyes, her anger and grief replaced with something much worse: pity. “You’re only pretending that we are, aren’t you?”

“No.” I shake my head. “No, you’re exactly the same. You just have a few different memories, here and there.”

“Those two statements can’t both be true.” She puts a hand on my shoulder. “Wisteria…”

“Stop it.” I push her hand away.

“You can’t ignore this forever.” She bites her lip, looking depressed, but not in the same way as she was before. “God, Wister, that’s so sad. You didn’t just give up your body, did you? You lost every person you’ve ever known.”

“I said stop it!” I shriek, jumping to my feet. “Shut up! You’re wrong! You’re an idiot! You’re just trying to hurt me, aren’t you?! To get back at me for taking your brother away?!”

“What? No, Wister, I’m not-“

“Liar!” I notice that my whole body is trembling for some reason that I can’t think about right now. “I’ve done nothing but be nice to you, I’ve only ever told you the truth, but you keep insulting me and lying to me and trying to make me feel bad! Fuck you!”

“I’m not lying, you - you asshole!” Orchid yells. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2016/01/16(Sat)13:53 No. 694407 ID: 251089
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“I don’t mean to interrupt…” A familiar voice coughs uncomfortably.

“Wh-?” I turn around to see August carrying a plastic bag full of what look like small cardboard boxes. “August? What are you doing here?”

“Did you already forget about our planned lunchtime meeting?” August grumbles. “Perhaps you were... distracted. Can you please hold this?” Before I can answer, he shoves the plastic bag into my arms. “Thank you.”

“Uh… you’re welcome, I guess.” I notice Orchid staring, open-mouthed, at August. I follow her gaze. The side of August’s shirt is torn up, with a long, bloody gash running along the side of his stomach. “Holy crap, are you alright?!”

“Mm. No, not very.” August wobbles a bit, then collapses. He groans, writhing on the ground.

“Ah!” Orchid rushes over to him, looking at the wound. “Oh fuck, oh fuck! She’s bleeding so much!”

“He.” I mumble. “August’s a he.”

“Oh my god, this is not the time to be correcting pronouns, you delusional alien fuck!” Orchid starts wiping away the blood. She breathes deeply, steadying herself. “Okay. Calm. Okay. It’s not as bad as it looks, but it’s still pretty bad. I think something slashed through both the clothes and her - uh, his skin, but I’m only guessing.” She glances up at me, worried. “Hey, I… I don’t know what to do. My Wister took a first aid course last year. Please tell me that you did, too.”

I did take that course, but it seems so long ago, now. I think hard, struggling to remember what I’m supposed to do to treat a stab wound.

What's wrong with you is that she's right.

She's right, you made a selfish, ignorant choice, Silvio fucked you proper, and now you're stuck.

So you're not very happy.

>>694406
SON OF A

One of you, whichever is stronger, put pressure on the wound! The less veins open, the less bleeding August will take! The other one, find help (if they aren't under Silvio's thrall) or grab some cloth and water to help clog the bleeding! The hospitals are probably under Silvio's control, so you need to find anyone with doctor's experience and use the internet and a hidden place to crash!

MOVE!

>>694407
That's not a stab wound. Regardless, you need medical supplies to treat that gash. You need to first off stop the bleeding, which means putting pressure on the wound (usually with a clean cloth). Then you want to clean the wound and bandage it.

Someone should go to the school nurse or find the nearest first aid kit.

>>694407
HOW TO TREAT A STAB
1.) Apply pressure to the pain hole to stop or slow the flow of blood. Hold it all in and never let go, like your repressing dark fantasies.
2.) Call an ambulance! If you live in the UK dial 999. If you live in the US dial 911. If you live in another country I'm so sorry.

>“I’m not lying, you - you asshole!” Orchid yells. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”
...maybe you're not my Orcid. Maybe these aren't my friends. My family. Maybe this isn't my life.

But if I loved them, how am I supposed to not love you when the differences are so small? It would be like hating them just because they changed. I can't do that. I won't. I can't be alone. And... I didn't leave them alone.

...worlds split, right? Every time something could go different, or someone makes a choice, you get two worlds, one on each path. Follow the bifurcations back far enough, and you were the same. I hope.

>I think hard, struggling to remember what I’m supposed to do to treat a stab wound.
Pressure on the wound. Control the bleeding. Tear up available cloth to try and bind the wound. If whatever caused the wound is still inside, don't pull it out.

Call out for someone to call 911 as you're treating him. You have spare teenagers, and some of them have phones. This is not a choice- you can't treat this without real medical assistance.

Someone should probably run and get the school nurse too, if you've got a competent one and not a twit.

Non medical advice: someone needs to get the bag of whatever he just handed you and the hologram thing away and/or hidden. We don't need magic tech and whatever illegal stuff he gathered up being found by first responders.

Person with first aid training, apply pressure to the wound. While doing so, delegate less specialized duties to anyone caught in bystander paralysis. Take charge of the situation until someone more competent gets here; shout names and assignments as though you expect to be obeyed. If someone is actively unhelpful, trying to argue, ignore them and hand the assignment to someone else.

Apart from contacting actual emergency services, have someone fetch a first aid kit, or at least clean cloth and superglue for bandaging, and honey (but only actual honey from bees, not dolled-up corn syrup) as a disinfectant.

If disposable waterproof gloves are available, possibly from the foodservice crew, everybody who might be touching blood should probably wear those to minimize risk of infection.

Once bleeding is under control, start treating for shock by giving the patient something warm and comfortable to lay on. Folded-up jacket under the head, that kind of thing.

1- Apply pressure
2- Nearest bystander (Orchid) phones for an ambulance (Location, One Casualty, Injury(s), Status (conscious, bleeding) Location again)
3- Check for other injuries (August is conscious, so ask)
>>694417
112 is the universal GSM emergency number, and will work in all countries with a GSM network (very close to worldwide).

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2016/02/19(Fri)17:39 No. 703596 ID: 3bc92d
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I kneel down beside Orchid, looking at August’s injury. “Uh, okay, um, we need to put pressure on it with something.”

“You…” August struggles to sit up, groaning in pain. “You can use the rest of my shirt, it’s already torn…”

“No, it needs to be clean, and you’re covered in sweat and blood. Besides, you shouldn’t move around too much.” I gently push him back to the ground. “Try to be still, but, uh, not too still, okay?”

“Mmh.” August grunts.

“I do need cloth, though, or gauze.” I look over my options. “My jacket is too light, but maybe-“

“Wait, I’ve got this!” Orchid quickly wriggles out of her overshirt and pushes it into my hands. “Here.”

“That’ll work. Thanks.” I adjust August’s clothes so I have better access to his stomach, and then I wrap Orchid’s shirt around the gash, doing my best to keep putting pressure on the wound. “Orchid, call nine-one-one, tell them to send an ambulance-“

“No!” August lurches slightly, eyes wide. “Don’t you dare! No police, no ambulances, nothing, nothing at all!”

“What?” I blink. “August, this is serious! You could die!”

“You don’t understand. They’ll ask questions. They’ll keep me hospitalized.” August grimaces. “We can’t waste time on that. Not yet. We haven’t finished preparing for Silvio’s return.”

“Yeah? Well, you should have thought of that before you…” I glance at him. “Wait, how did this happen, anyway? Were you attacked? Does Silvio -?”

“No, no…” August shakes his head. “It was an accident. Stupid, really. I was running from the police. I tried to leap over a metal fence, I misjudged this body’s weight, and, well…”

“You were running from the police?!”

“Yes, after I stole those tasers.” August points at the plastic bag. “I didn’t have a choice in the matter. The weapons were expensive, and Madeleine - this body - appears to be destitute. The only things I could find in her purse were some odd plastic cards.”

“Credit cards.” I sigh. “They’re called credit cards.”

“Huh?” He blinks.

Hrm.
So.
on the one hand, we CAN hospitalize Augustus...If we're willing to deal with her getting locked up/jailed.
Unless she's got enough money to pay the fines (Watch, she's totes gonna have the cash. And the Cash to buy the Tasers straight-up no problem on top of that, to add insult to injury.)
For now...Let's go the Dad route, but if we can, we oughta check what's on those cards.
I say that because between having to kill either Silveo or a precious person close to us...And because I have a feeling that Silveo has ways of continuing to grant Wishes for which he'll extort a Price from each and every time...

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2016/02/19(Fri)17:52 No. 703602 ID: 3bc92d
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“Oh my god!” I hear Raven yelling from behind us. I turn and see her rushing over, with Ikram and Veronica not far behind. “What happened?!”

“August got slashed up by a fence. I’m doing my best to keep pressure on the wound, but I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do next.”

“Oh, shit! Okay, okay, let me think…” Raven thinks for a few seconds. “I’ve got a first aid kit in my car. Is there an ambulance on the way?”

“No ambulances.” August growls.

“Are you serious?!” Raven stares.

“What about your dad, Raven? He’s a nurse practitioner - he might be able to treat this, right?”

“I… I don’t know.” Raven bites her lip, her eyes on August’s injury. “I mean, sure, he’d probably be able to, but this is really bad. I don’t think dad could take care of it as well as a real hospital could. We should call nine-one-one.”

“Well…” I consider. “Maybe.”

“No!” August struggles to sit up again, his expression furious. “I’m so close! If you want to stop Silvio, you’ll need my help, and I can’t do anything from a hospital bed - or from inside a cell. You call an ambulance, and I promise you that I’ll be stuck in one of those two places.”

“I don’t know. I’m not sure if medical decisions are entirely up to you.”

“What?! This is entirely my decision! It’s my…” August falters.

“Your what? Your body?” I give him a sad look. “We’re both borrowing.”

“…It doesn’t matter whose body it is. I’m the one inside it.”

“Where are we going to take him, Wister?” Orchid asks, her voice worried. “The hospital, or Raven’s house?”

“Why is it my decision?!”

“Well, you’re the only one who actually knows this person, so… what’s it going to be?”

>>703597
What do we need August's help for exactly? I mean if we kill Silvio, that's it, right? Also if he doesn't get proper treatment he's going to die. If Silvio can die, so can he.

Personally I think you need to get an adult's opinion on this. Someone who knows better what the medical risks are.

No matter what, tell him he's an idiot for not even asking what money looks like here.

>>703602
August, without professional medical care you're going to be bedridden anyway. For longer, and with worse consequences if the wound becomes infected or there is internal damage. Is there REALLY anything you can do to help while immobile (and without any pain management) that cannot be done equally well from a hospital bed than any other bed?

Get to Raven's house and hire a private doctor. We can play it off by claiming that Silvio's bodyguard had a "chat" with August, and that we can't go to the hospital because Silvio's syndicate family owns the science market in town and could arrange for an "unscheduled surgery". They'll make it look like a regular death by infection.

You need to find a doctor, and fast. Afterwards, use the wound as bait. Come up with a story to spin on Silvio. He did get the Tazers, right?

Call 911. You're not selfish enough to let someone die over this, and let's be honest, if the cops come looking for him, your guys are not going to be able to cover up the trail adequately. Urban settings and modern schools have cameras- they'll have seen her enter. If people didn't. And you're not equipped to move the body unseen, or get rid of all the blood and forensics. If you try to cover this up, you and your friends will be found out, and if she actually dies, you'll be held responsible for that.

You can't afford to fuck up their lives any further.

Besides, if you want to move on Silvio, you can't afford to have cops sniffing around who might mess up your illegal activity too early. Sorry, August, but we we gotta let them find what they're looking for so they stop looking.

>Personally I think you need to get an adult's opinion on this.
Any responsible adult's position would be "I'm not helping you cover up a child's injury, I'm calling for medical assistance now."

>credit cards

The little black strip is magnetized in a coded pattern which can be read by a machine at the sales counter, which in turn is plugged into a global electronic communication network. With that, and a signature that nobody ever actually looks at anymore, you could have accessed money which Madeline had stored in a bank somewhere.

The cops are going to get involved whether we want them to or not, at this point. Let's try to turn that to our advantage. They've got more guns, and military-style training in how to use 'em, than we'd be able to acquire on short notice. Silvio is the kind of monster they'd probably feel good about brutally killing, if they knew the whole story; we just need to tell them enough of the story, quickly and in a way they'll believe.

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2016/04/13(Wed)14:27 No. 716287 ID: 3bc92d
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“August, without professional medical care, you’re going to be bedridden anyway. For longer, and with worse consequences if the wound becomes infected or there’s internal damage.” I sigh. “Is there really anything you can do to help from a bed, anyway? What do we need your help to do, at this point?”

“Everything! Besides, do you honestly think I’d send children to fight Silvio on their own?” August glares. “I’m not a monster. I don’t want you to throw your lives away. I want us to win, and I’m the only person here who has any military experience.”

“You do?”

“I was a freelance Pendelion; a mindreader-for-hire, practically a mercenary. We saw a lot of combat.”

“We?”

“I meant to say ‘I’.” August shifts slightly, wincing at the pain. “Look, I’ll go see your friend’s father, but please don’t send me to the hospital. I don’t want this body’s family to be aware that anything’s amiss, but if I end up in the hospital, then they’ll want to know what happened. I can’t interact with them for any long period of time, or they might start to realize that I’m not actually Madeleine.”

“Maybe you should have thought about that before you tore up her body.” Orchid sniffs. “It’s your own fault, anyway. You should have been more careful.”

“It is. And I should have been.” August’s expression softens. “I’m not infallible. I’m doing my best, but everyone makes mistakes.”

“You could have at least asked what money looks like.” I pull my wallet out of my pocket and gesture at one of my credit cards. “The little black strip is magnetized in a coded pattern which can be read by a machine at the sales counter, which in turn is plugged into a global electronic communication network. With that, and a signature that nobody ever actually looks at anymore, you could have accessed money which Madeline had stored in a bank somewhere.”

“Huh, really?” August gazes mournfully at the card. “I’m sorry, then. I did cursory research into your currency, and what I saw implied that you still used paper and coins.”

“We do.”

“What?”

“This is all very interesting, but if you don’t want to bleed out, then we need to get you to my house as fast as possible!” Raven leans down, firmly gripping August by the shoulders. “Come on, Wister, help me get her into the car.”

After I help Raven get him into the car, I end up sitting in the back seat with Ikram and August. Orchid reluctantly squeezes into the far-back, lying down to avoid being seen. I offer to let her sit on my lap, instead, but she refuses. I guess she still doesn’t trust me. I don’t know if I can entirely blame her for feeling that way.

“So!” Ikram smiles. “Stop me if you’ve heard this one: a Canadian and two aliens get into a car…”

“…and?”

“That’s the punchline.” Ikram shrugs. “This whole thing is silly and ridiculous.”

“And yet you’ve managed to accept it very easily.” August keeps rearranging himself in his seat, trying to avoid stressing his injury. “Most people have trouble just comprehending the idea of multiple worlds.”

“What, really? Do they not have Star Trek in other worlds?” Ikram chuckles. “Parallel universes are old hat to us, really.”

“Man, thinking about it, we’re never going to be able to get through another episode of that show without talking about how I’m an actual alien, huh?” I grin.

“Probably not, no.” Ikram shakes his head. “It’s most likely going to come up in every conversation we ever have, honestly. It’s too crazy not to talk about.”

“Well, at least we-“

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And then, suddenly, I’m somewhere else. I blink several times, feeling very nauseous. I reach out with my arm, steadying myself on a nearby wall.

I feel very strange. My right arm is kind of numb. I notice that, for some reason, my mouth is open, so I close it.

I look around, trying to figure out what happened. I don’t recognize anything, but I do realize something: for the first time in months, I have depth perception.

The longer I think about it, the more quickly my panic starts to build. What the hell just happened to me?

>>716288
What the fuck did you just hop worlds again?! Look around. Pinch yourself, maybe you fell asleep suddenly for no reason and are dreaming.

>>716288
Bad News: Your right arm is gone, you're not where you were, and there's a potential hostile behind you.
Good News: At least you're still a girl! That's something, right? Right?

>What the hell just happened to me?
The same thing that happened before. You got yanked to an alternate universe. Just be glad this you is still female.

You've traded one pirate injury for another, though. No need for an eye patch, but now you need a hook. Dang. Were you right handed?

Weird landscape. All jenga towers and perilous narrow paths.

Uh, before you start freaking out and screaming, be aware that there's someone standing behind you. You have an audience, and a freak-out might not be advise.

...things are probably worse in the car, anyways. In all likelihood you and August just switched out, so there are two people with no idea what's happening freaking out in a close space. One of which just found themselves inexplicably injured and in pain. Thank goodness you weren't driving, at least.

Wisteria!5tTWT1eydY 2016/04/13(Wed)21:16 No. 716380 ID: 3bc92d
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>Bad News: Your right arm is gone
>You've traded one pirate injury for another, though. No need for an eye patch, but now you need a hook.

Holy shit! I stare at the stump where my arm used to be, my heartbeat racing. Refusing to believe that it’s real, I run my other hand over the bandages, shaking. I feel like I might vomit. I pinch myself, but I don’t wake up. Then I notice the color of my skin, and the texture of my hair. Wait… Am I black?

>...things are probably worse in the car

Oh, fuck. If I’m in another world, then who the hell did I switch places with?!

“Enjoy the trip, Wisteria?” An unfortunately familiar voice calls out from behind me, and I turn to see Silvio lazily strolling up the hill. He waves. “How are you feeling?”

“I - I’m… what did you…” I struggle to speak with an unfamiliar mouth. “Who am-?”

“Yiana Kér Kanas, single mother of two, devout worshipper of the gods, recently disarmed, and temporarily borrowing your body.” Silvio dramatically gestures at me. “She’s a potential client of mine, and you currently occupy her form.”

“Why?!”

“Well, for such a religious woman, Yiana was quite skeptical when it came to my abilities. I decided to give her a brief demonstration.” Silvio chuckles. “I’d been meaning to check in on you, so I thought I’d kill two birds with one stone.”

“How long am I going to be like this?”

“Not long at all. Five minutes should more than serve my purposes.” Silvio curls his arm around my shoulders. “So, Wisteria, dear, how have you been? Enjoying the uterus? Have you decided who you’re going to kill, yet? I’m simply dying of anticipation!”

I tense up at his touch.

“Oh, don’t be so standoffish! You can trust me.” Silvio gently pats my head. He leans forward, breathing into my ear. “Or perhaps you don’t. Do you hate me? Do you want me dead? Give me an honest answer. I won’t be mad, I promise!”

I remember our last encounter, and I start to tremble.

“Well, this is boring.” Silvio sighs, raises his arms, and backs away in mock surrender. “Fine, then. If you won’t respond to my questions, then how about this: you’ve got these next five minutes to ask me whatever you want, and I’ll answer each question truthfully. What do you think? Does that strike your fancy?”

>>716380
Okay, how about
Can he read minds?
Can he even die?
How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie roll tootsie pop?

>you’ve got these next five minutes to ask me whatever you want, and I’ll answer each question truthfully.
Ask the only question that could possibly matter at his point.

WHY?!

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU SADISTIC SON OF A BITCH?! IS THIS THE ONLY WAY YOU CAN GET IT UP ANYMORE?!"

Scratch "he's evil" into the skin of your belly with fingernails. Yiana deserves to know, right?

>>716431
This! Keep him distracted, but good god protect this poor woman.

It's too late for us to avoid him, but we might be able to save her.

Any questions to keep him from noticing, honestly. Get pissed and show emotion, he seems to feed on that shit.

>>716431
The problem with trying to leave a message is won't know if the language and/or writing is the same in this universe.

>>716481
Hey, now. Not helpful. Either there's some sort of magical translator, or there's nothing we could've done to sent a coherent message in five minutes. No reason not to try.

I mean, we could ask Silvio for a translation, but at that point we're literally trusting him to betray himself.

>>716546
If message passing is possible, they're getting one from the people in the car.

If we have doubts message passing is possible, that's reason enough to avoid trying to etch a message into the would-be recipient's skin.

>>716548
Of the people in the car, the only one who knows Silvio personally is severely injured. True, they've got more bandwidth with which to warn Yiana, but that's no excuse to shirk the opportunity to give her a longer-term reminder.

As for actual questions to ask Silvio... is it true that the threat of sending everyone I care about to hell implies that there are other people, already in hell, who would thereby escape?