Jack Westwind: Wander around town looking for anyone else who also sees all the surreal stuff around + 1
Rolled a 95 + 5 = 100
Jack felt really good today, he got into sprinting position outside his home while nobody else was around, he felt it, the otherworldly force of his strange winds swirling around behind the back of his legs, he jumped forward and felt it guide him along to further speeds
He was dashing through the streets, a blur in a strong wind, billowing haircuts, shakinv curtains, and making one fellas ice cream cone fall out of their hand
Jack jumped from the streets to the rooftops, smoothly rushing along the top of Sunnyview and watching everyones lives go by, eventually he saw it, someone else paying attention to the weird eye-shaped flies that occaisonally come in with the southern winds
The runner in the wind observed the individual from above, watching the woman in the finely tailored suit with really well done black curly hair and lipstick redder then red, she was taking the eye-flies, plucking off their wings, and sticking them into little sandwhich bags which were stored in her purse
As the definitely-not-stalking continued multiple other strange things occured around her, she noticed the eyes that sometimes stare back from the display televisions on Morris Street, definitely began speedwalking when they blinked in some weird rhythm again (Possible communication attempt?), and also when she actually made a officer not ticket her for parking too long by refusing the ticket, the suited lady just pulled out a pen, wrote something on the paper, handed the ticket back, and almost in a trance the policeman accepted and let her drive off, when she was gone the officer looked confused about why he did that, but went on with his day as if nothing happened
Westwind also found another individual who saw surreal stuff, a local barrista at the Blackbird Cafe, tan, quite handsome, a neat handlebar moustache, and Jack sat at a table drinking coffee, watching multiple people talking to the barrista and weird ethereal bird-things appeared in the establishment, almost as if they were standing watch in there or something, and the moustachiod man turned to look at them as if he was checking on them, nodding, probably mentally counting down how many were there
Luckily the man didn't seem to notice Jack's occaisonal spying, but when he left the building a ethereal bird flew over faster then he could react, he felt something at the back of his head, and his memory of whatever any of the customers said to the barrista was gone
Suited Lady
- Wears a finely tailored suit, curly black hair, very red lipstick
- Can mind-control people?
Moustached Barrista
- Tanned, handsome, great listener, wonderful handlebar moustache
- Can erase memories using birds?
Blackbird Cafe
- Nice cafe with a handsome barrista
Jeremy Yodd: Catalogue what all of your plants are doing, then go to the pet store and buy some rats to test anything that looks edible on.
No roll required
Blood in each put, observations have shown common patterns among the plants, some softened their bodies to be more comfortable to touch, some formed rudimentary muscular systems to perform repeated stroking motions for emotional consolation, some slowly began to grow some ripe fruits which were shaped oddly, and a very common pattern from the flowers was looking even prettier
After buying some mice, Jeremy had two cages, 1 where he threw in a mice and a fruit for experimenting, and 1 where the rest were held and fed normally
The tests... were uneventful, nothing seemed to happen to any of the rats that ate the fruit, nothing significant at least, 1 just began to produce more droppings for a day before going back to a normal amount
So the only thing you should be probably worry about is maybe loose bowls, unless the effects are different depending on species...,
At least you know rats will be fine eating these
But now you have a bunch of rats, luckily you can just give them the fruit
Alexander Anderson: Set up a little shrine for bugs to leave offerings at so they don't leave stuff all over your place
No roll required
Little shrine with a photo of him, toothpicks with glue on both ends holding up the sheet of paper acting as the roof, a paper plate for the offerings rignt in front
They line up like it's a public facility, the place the offering down, usually dead smaller arthropods, shiny miniscule pebbles, pieces of extra beeswax, one time a entire dead bird was left there by the ants
So there, that sorts things out, they even began personally decorating the tiny shrine, writing their symbols on the sides with ink stolen from a pen, dressing in clothes sewn from abandoned barbie doll hair, making timy beeswax statues of you
This was all of course on the windowsill, the one that has the window stuck slightly ajar
Rick: Do some research about magic, mages, and arcana.
Rolled a 68 - 30 = 38
Rick learnt something, not much about magic, mages, or Arcana, just that is was really difficult to find information on those subjects
Why you ask?
Rick did multiple research sessions online and at the library for various things related to what he saw out in the street with his Unveiled eyes, which was difficult considering there didn't seem to be any owls inviting him to wizard schools or anything cool and mysterious giving a proper introduction, from what hes seen from the weird shit flying around like those eyeballs with the wings, the supernatural isn't exactly organized neatly, no hidden paths or books for the newly awakened just more purple lights forming the shape of simpsons characters at night in Holton Park, where all the couples go for dates
Eventually he met some guy in the grocery store, stoic with glossy dark and perfectly straight hair, staring at a box of cocoa puffs with malevolent intent
He turned, facing Whurmstrum directly, and began making growls, the thought of those lions from national geographic comes to mind
Deimos feels it, gnawing at the back of his mind, hate, a hatred for.... for... a bird or something? What? Before he knew it, he had the cocoa puffs box in his mouth, halfway torn apart by his teeth, the spit soaked shreds on the ground or between his teeth
The stoic man was gone
Rick 'Deimos' Whurmstrum
- Cursed by some weird growling from the Stoic Man to have a potent LOATHING for something related to birds, or a single bird, or maybe a species of bird? Hard to tell
Stoic Man
- Perfectly straight black hair, poker face at all times
- Can growl and make you hate birds?