[LP CYOA] Spiral

[GreyViper]

BB . Then again she could keep the door open, if we did go through the same path again. Then again we are mapping the area, so going other areas this time, might turn up more Intel so to speak.

 

[treave]

Almost forgot.

(TL note: Onii-san means Big Brother )

Final tally:

BA - 6
BB - 11

 

[Akkudakku]

Onii-san means luvz (platonic)! Luvz means death in this place taken out of time.

So tragic

 

[Elfberserker]

Wait till mitsuki gets eaten by strange men, when she gets lost.
She does seem more social than first time we met her, but then again we weren't busting into toilets this time.

 

[treave]

You give the girl an uncomfortable nod. It is probably fine if she wants to follow you, but you are not sure if you are up to the task of protecting her should anything go wrong. Not that anything would, you hope.

Mitsuki’s face lights up – she seems to be very relieved that you agreed to her request. “Thank you, Shinoseki-san! I will try not to be a bother to you.”

“Right…” you mumble, scratching your head. Her gratitude is enough to make you blush. “Anyway, we should get going.” As you walk towards the staircase, Mitsuki trots up beside you, eager not to fall behind.

“Where are we going, Shinoseki-san?”

“I thought that… well, we should go down to the lobby. I-I mean… if there are other people around, that is probably the place where they will be,” you explain haltingly.

“I see, I see,” nods the schoolgirl with a knowing air. “Onii-san, you might look like a NEET, but maybe you’re pretty smart?”

“N-NEET? That’s… kinda rude, y’know,” you mutter. “Where did you learn that word anyway?” NEET: Not in Education, Employment, or Training. It is a term regularly used to refer to youngsters who are not in school, unemployed, and have no intentions of seeking work at all. You realize that you haven’t looked in a mirror even once since you woke up – and that you do not remember your own face at that. Perhaps it would be a good idea to see how terrible you look like when you find the time… but you are not looking forward to it. It is definitely not a priority at all. Definitely not.

“Everyone at my school talks about it. NEETs, hikkikomoris… in fact, there’s a boy in my class who’s just like that!”

“…isn’t he a bit too young to be withdrawing from society?”

Mitsuki puts one finger on her chin as she answers, “Well, from what I heard, he was rejected by Nao-chan and fell into depression afterwards, vowing never to love again…”

Kids nowadays grow up too quickly. Feeling overwhelmed by her story, you keep on descending the stairs. At every floor, you have stopped and paused to take a quick look around before continuing on. You are now on the fourth floor, and yet there is still nobody in sight. Something is definitely off here.

“So, Shinoseki-san, are you really a NEET?”

“I do… something…” you mumble unconvincingly. If you cannot remember your own face, it’s a stretch to remember what you used to do before you woke up here. You do recall certain things: some studies in foreign philosophy, for instance, and a modicum of mathematical ability. There is also that disconcerting feeling of being able to pick a lock should you need to: you have no idea where you picked up that skill. Illegally?

Mitsuki nods at your answer. There is a look of sympathy in her eyes, as if she is thinking ‘That’s what they all say’ but is too polite to let you know. She hastily changes the topic, asking, “We still haven’t seen anyone else, Shinoseki-san. What do you think happened here?”

“I… I don’t know.” You were in an operating theatre when you woke up, and things were already this way. “How did you come to be here?”

A shadow comes across Mitsuki’s face for an instant before being banished by a brilliant smile. “Ah, I come to Ikei often for treatment. It’s a… gene disease? Sometimes I tend to space out for minutes, or my arms and legs will be unable to move. I also hallucinate things that aren’t there.”

***

A. She must mean that she has a genetic disease. You are beginning to remember that you know something about genes and diseases, but you have never heard of a genetic disease with these particular set of symptoms.

B. Genetic disease? You are not very well-versed in that matter. Biology is not your forte; you remember preferring other pursuits.

***

“It’s a real hassle, isn’t it?” Mitsuki complains. “Still, the treatment is going well so I don’t have to worry about it anymore. This hospital is really nice, you know?”

You nod wordlessly, going along with her light chatter. She seems like a cheerful kid; even though she was so frightened of you in the beginning, Mitsuki seems to have warmed up to your presence in a matter of minutes.

When you reach the second floor, she suddenly tugs at your sleeve.

“Ah! Sorry, Shinoseki-san,” she begins uneasily. “I need to...” Her voice trails off and she looks away from you.

“What is it?” you ask.

“T-toilet…” she murmurs as she rubs her knees together, slightly embarrassed to be talking to a male about this.

“I… I see. I think there should be some washrooms just down this corridor,” you say finally, after a moment of awkward silence. If the layout of each floor is similar – and they have been thus far – you should be able to find a toilet soon. Mitsuki nods quietly, and you lead her down the hallway.

Even though she is standing in front of the toilet, she does not go in for some reason.

“Um…” she stammers, “Shinoseki-san?”

“Yes?”

“Can… can you go in with me?”

“…what?”

“It’s just that… sorry, I’m a bit scared of going in alone. I-I know it’s strange because we haven’t seen anyone at all in the hospital, but that makes me even more frightened.” Rambling, Mitsuki tries to explain herself quickly – you can tell that she is feeling mortified just having to say this, but it appears that right now her fear of being alone in the ladies is overriding her self-consciousness about having a man in there.

***

00:10

A. “O-okay. If you insist…” Swallowing your embarrassment, you agree to accompany Mitsuki into the ladies’ washroom. She’s just in elementary school, and it’s not like you have to enter the cubicle with her… Wait, they do have cubicles in girls’ toilets, right?

B. “…I can’t enter with you, I’m a guy! So… sorry, but I’ll be waiting outside here.” It’s just a quick visit to the toilet. There’s no need for you to do something so awkward and go in with her. You’ll wait outside the washroom for Mitsuki to conclude her business.

 

[ERYFKRAD]

BA

 

[ChumBucket]

BA as well.

 

[Elfberserker]

I-is this our start of creepers? We must fullfill our destiny, even thought it starts with little girls.
I like our current shy gentleman thief creeper and I do not think that biology has place in that...Biology is fine gentleman pursuit, but I can't see it fitting well together with our current character.

BA

Edit: flopped

 

[Nevill]

I wonder if everyone's personality is still intact, or if it is only Mitsuki who is changing alongside with the hospital.

Don't think we are well-versed in biology. We probably should avoid being knowledgeable about everything, lest we find out that we really are NEET. Only they have time for everything and no use for their knowledge.

Wonder if that's how we look like.

Spoiler

And of course we will escort Mitsuki to the ladies room. The kid must be frightened to death. Leaving her alone would be just cruel.

BA.

 

[Tigranes]

Perhaps 'knowing' too many things now will mean we cannot 'know' other things later, like some character generation exercise? Or have other consequences? Well, in ignorance, we can only decide which skills we feel are indispensable. Though we already picked lockpicking and philosophy and possibly mathematics.

 

[treave]

I like our current shy gentleman thief creeper and I do not think that biology has place in that...Biology is fine gentleman pursuit, but I can't see it fitting well together with our current character.

Being a crackshot with a pistol and gunning down a man while smiling doesn't fit in well with the character either. I wouldn't worry too much about what does or doesn't fit.

 

[ERYFKRAD]

As we know more subjects the probability of being the villain approaches one. That's my take on it, at least.

 

[Elfberserker]

There might be possibility that our current skills set will downgrade as we pick up new skills.
So far it seems learning new skills depends on which places we go, which puzzles we solve or what we remember throught dicussions.

 

[Ifeex]

AA>BA.

 

[Nevill]

gunning down a man while smiling doesn't fit in well with the character either.

Really? Why?

The crackshot may be just luck, but the lack of care for certain individuals in favor of the others might fit our profile fairly well.

It is too early to draw conclusions, but I didn't find that scene to be out of place.

 

[Elfberserker]

Hmmm.

On one hand I find it hilarious, if our character stole biology samples like sperm banks and ovary egg containers
Just imagine our little shy creeper reciting satre while picklocking a escape door while he has those biology sample containers on his bag, absolutely hilarious imagine for me

Besides biology might come very handy here.

Aah fuck it, flopping to BA

 

[Kz3r0]

BA

 

[treave]

The crackshot may be just luck, but the lack of care for certain individuals in favor of the others might fit our profile fairly well.

It was clear enough that the bullet went where it was meant to go, and if it fit his current profile he wouldn't have panicked afterwards and wondered why he was smiling.

Regardless, I wouldn't worry about skills breaking character because sooner or later the lulz brigade is going to do that anyway, but on the flip-side trying to build a particular background isn't a bad thing at all, so it's up to you guys. Just don't be surprised if it isn't the backstory you thought you were making.

 

[Nevill]

It was clear enough that the bullet went where it was meant to go, and if it fit his current profile he wouldn't have panicked afterwards and wondered why he was smiling.

The bullet went where it was meant to go, but one shot does not necessarily mean we are a sniper. That is the part that I thought you referred to by calling him a crackshot.

It was already established that our character had a penchant for logical thinking. It does not take a scientific degree to figure out that you should aim for the eyes (that way even non-lethal weapons stand a good chance of killing a person).

As for him being afraid of what he did, it is understandable too. Regardless of what his profile is, he has no idea of who he was. Even though he might have been a thief, the thought unnerved him quite a bit. His mind may not be very comfortable with the idea, yet his body knows what it does and reproduces the steps subconsciously. And I am fairly certain that grin on his face when he killed a person with a well-placed shot wasn't conscious either.

I can fit together an interest in philosophy and mathematics with delicate skills such as lock picking and safe cracking. I can fit them together with a certain lack of empathy - those are rather abstract disciplines, and cold logic is not called that for nothing. I have trouble placing biology there, though.

 

[Rex Feral]

AB. Uehara and that other guy are bound to be here here any moment now, and the last thing we want is to be catalogued as the guy who molests little girls.

With a little luck we'll be spending the third night tied up.

 

[Nevill]

Not if the little girl vouches for us.

I hope she will feel very guilty about involving us, too. We might want to have a willing pawn to serve as our eyes and ears.

 

[Azira]

AA we must hoard knowledge!! Knowledge is key to escaping this purgatory, do not deny your heritage.

 

[Akkudakku]

AA.

Okay, what if we are not 'exactly' TNO. What if we are somewhat of a 'vampiric' dickhead that for centuries has been doing these rituals to lengthen his life?
- a lot of time for multiple studies - check
- picked up skills on killing people - check
- twisted personality from being bored over centuries - check

The guy might have been playing his own sons, grandpas, fathers. But now the dicked up the ritual and has lost his memory (became a receptacle for someone else?).

This all is of course just baseless theory.

We could be a well educated and sheltered (he learned lock-picking as a way to run away from home as a kid for example) son or grandson of the hospitals 'boss' - we died in an accident and he wants us back. Or we sacrificed ourself to spite him. This could explain why the 'well-born' woman known our real name (when we tried to save her).

 

[treave]

The bullet went where it was meant to go, but one shot does not necessarily mean we are a sniper. That is the part that I thought you referred to by calling him a crackshot.

It was already established that our character had a penchant for logical thinking. It does not take a scientific degree to figure out that you should aim for the eyes (that way even non-lethal weapons stand a good chance of killing a person).

You also need a fairly high degree of accuracy to purposely hit an eye from that distance with a snub-nosed pistol.

As for him being afraid of what he did, it is understandable too. Regardless of what his profile is, he has no idea of who he was. Even though he might have been a thief, the thought unnerved him quite a bit. His mind may not be very comfortable with the idea, yet his body knows what it does and reproduces the steps subconsciously. And I am fairly certain that grin on his face when he killed a person with a well-placed shot wasn't conscious either.

The stereotypical gentleman thief is not also a sociopathic murderer. If we acknowledge that we aren't following the typical stereotypes, then there's no need to worry what skills do or do not fit the character, except for personal taste.

I can fit together an interest in philosophy and mathematics with delicate skills such as lock picking and safe cracking. I can fit them together with a certain lack of empathy - those are rather abstract disciplines, and cold logic is not called that for nothing. I have trouble placing biology there, though.

Biology, philosophy and mathematics have more in common than they do with lock picking. Surgery is a delicate skill. 'Clinical' and 'anatomical' are words that can be associated with a lack of empathy. People can be considered as biological machines.

As I said, I wouldn't worry too much about what fits as an argument for one choice over the other. It's really just a matter of what skills you want to have, so I'm refocusing the discussion that way.

 

[Nevill]

You also need a fairly high degree of accuracy to purposely hit an eye from that distance with a snub-nosed pistol.

Or luck.

Regardless, you have to have a pretty good eye-hand coordination to pick up a lock, so at least we have that going for us.

The stereotypical gentleman thief is not also sociopathic murderer.

That was pure self-defence. He told us we were next, we had no choice!

Biology, philosophy and mathematics have more in common than they do with lock picking. Surgery is a delicate skill. 'Clinical' and 'anatomical' are words that can be associated with a lack of empathy. People can be considered to be biological machines.

Hm, you are right. I guess it is lockpicking and biology that I have difficulty reconciling.