Right ho, nyan. This here thingamagummy is the product of a demented catgirl getting way, way...
Mami Quest (A PMAS Saga)
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Right ho, nyan. This here thingamagummy is the product of a demented catgirl getting way, way too deep into the murk of Firnagzen's legendary work, PMAS. It is the product of a maddened belief that Mami doesn't get enough screentime and one catgirl's profligate boredom, maybe.
This... is MAMI QUEST.
Originally posted in MUMI QUEST.
I will make some promises.
First: you cannot truly bad-end this quest. No option will ever be offered which would achieve that, and no write-in which would lead to it will be accepted. This is because the catgirl doesn't want to bad end Mami. It is also to explicitly separate this from PMAS, that marshy hive of concern and debate which we all so love.
Second: arguably a corollary of the first, there will be no trap votes unless somebody does something particularly stupid in a write-in which I would probably reject for being stupid anyways. Whether or not you'll be able to engineer bad results through the offered votes, well, we'll see.
Third: you may need to work to good-end the quest. Really, what qualifies as a bad end anyway? Odds are pretty good you could get Oriko killed, for instance.
Fourth: the quest will last no more than 13 days IC. If you manage to screw up Mitakihara in that time-frame, Sabrina will be understanding and you just might never forgive yourself. But hey, it can't be that hard to attend school for 13 days and eat cream soup with Homura on the weekends, can it? Surely there will be only slice-of-life with hurt-comfort themes and an occasional witch to flaunt your magic against, right?
Fifth: I swear by Madokami that I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing.
This... is MAMI QUEST.
Originally posted in MUMI QUEST.
I will make some promises.
First: you cannot truly bad-end this quest. No option will ever be offered which would achieve that, and no write-in which would lead to it will be accepted. This is because the catgirl doesn't want to bad end Mami. It is also to explicitly separate this from PMAS, that marshy hive of concern and debate which we all so love.
Second: arguably a corollary of the first, there will be no trap votes unless somebody does something particularly stupid in a write-in which I would probably reject for being stupid anyways. Whether or not you'll be able to engineer bad results through the offered votes, well, we'll see.
Third: you may need to work to good-end the quest. Really, what qualifies as a bad end anyway? Odds are pretty good you could get Oriko killed, for instance.
Fourth: the quest will last no more than 13 days IC. If you manage to screw up Mitakihara in that time-frame, Sabrina will be understanding and you just might never forgive yourself. But hey, it can't be that hard to attend school for 13 days and eat cream soup with Homura on the weekends, can it? Surely there will be only slice-of-life with hurt-comfort themes and an occasional witch to flaunt your magic against, right?
Fifth: I swear by Madokami that I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing.
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1.1
- Location
- Illinois
Your eyes blink open blearily as you're awakened by an odd weight on your cheek that for some reason feels like...
Paper?
A... calendar. Someone placed a calendar on your cheek while you were asleep. It must have been Sabrina, you halfway note, the thought only sluggishly making its way through your mostly-unawakened mind.
It's... open to March, for some reason? What? Why? Urgh.
It is entirely too early to deal with this, your sleep-addled mind decides as you return to your slumber.
You blink into actual awareness some time later and are immediately reminded of the calendar's presence. You pick it up and frown at it: days are marked off up to the 16th of March, which is very much wrong because it's currently April. Flipping to April on the calendar reveals a month's worth of unmarked days.
This... does not feel like Sabrina. Certainly she tends to pick up nearly random topics at the drop of a hat on a fairly frequent basis, but there's always some point to it even if it's just an unprovoked bit of fun. It never fails to evoke a smile from you. Leaving a calendar on your bed in the morning, though, and one that's wrong at that? What does March 16 even have to do with anything?
You pause for a moment, a thought striking you, but checking again provides the calendar's year as 2011, same as it should be.
A bout of nervousness almost strikes you, but you shake it off. Sabrina isn't in bed, therefore she is awake, therefore any home intruder would have been dealt with. She even tucked you back into the covers when she got up, you muse, as you push them back and rise, stret--
The vague wrong-ness of Sabrina's grief, a feeling that has both grown and become more tolerable in the last couple weeks as she has gone from carrying around a few marbles of it to parking a small lake on the roof each night and you've gradually come to associate its mild unnaturalness with, well, her, is absent from your senses.
"Sabrina?" you call out over telepathy. There is no response.
Something in your heart flips over sideways. You want to vomit, to collapse, to sink into feelings of abandonment and loneliness, but you do not. You have more faith in her than that. Any number of scenarios flash through your mind, nightmares given credence by her absence, but you push all of them away.
Instead, you muster up your determination and you begin to methodically check each room in your apartment, to make sure that she really, truly isn't actually right here waiting for you to wake up.
You only manage to check the bathroom, however, before you are interrupted the moment you set foot in the living room by two different things.
The first thing you are drawn to is the sight of the glass triangle that Sabrina so fondly referred to as "Table-chan": it is pristine, the unique patterns introduced by the partial repair job the two of you made completely absent. It looks awful by comparison, you think, although you know that your opinion is rather biased.
The second thing you are drawn to is a hint of motion at the other end of the room, a flick of a white tail oh god
"Good morning, Tomoe Mami!"
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In the next few moments you will be on the floor. Pick an action to take amidst that panic. Write-ins must be no more than thirty-five words and any write-ins of unjustifiable complexity will be rejected.
[] Call out over telepathy. You have, as impossible as it sometimes seems, friends, plural. Sabrina may not be here, but someone will answer, surely.
[] Lash out with your ribbons and throw Kyubey out a window. You will not be able to stop him from speaking to you but you can certainly prevent him from being physically present.
[] Do something drastic. You've thought about it on occasion before. You've just never actually done it, but... but... he should not be here! You should be safe here!
Also, expect most write-ins to be rejected as a rule of thumb, because Mami will remain plausibly in-character based on her PMAS characterization. Something like "pull kyubey's ears as far apart as you can" (or "smash Kyubey through a table") will be rejected for not being Mami. Sorry for not mentioning that immediately.
Paper?
A... calendar. Someone placed a calendar on your cheek while you were asleep. It must have been Sabrina, you halfway note, the thought only sluggishly making its way through your mostly-unawakened mind.
It's... open to March, for some reason? What? Why? Urgh.
It is entirely too early to deal with this, your sleep-addled mind decides as you return to your slumber.
You blink into actual awareness some time later and are immediately reminded of the calendar's presence. You pick it up and frown at it: days are marked off up to the 16th of March, which is very much wrong because it's currently April. Flipping to April on the calendar reveals a month's worth of unmarked days.
This... does not feel like Sabrina. Certainly she tends to pick up nearly random topics at the drop of a hat on a fairly frequent basis, but there's always some point to it even if it's just an unprovoked bit of fun. It never fails to evoke a smile from you. Leaving a calendar on your bed in the morning, though, and one that's wrong at that? What does March 16 even have to do with anything?
You pause for a moment, a thought striking you, but checking again provides the calendar's year as 2011, same as it should be.
A bout of nervousness almost strikes you, but you shake it off. Sabrina isn't in bed, therefore she is awake, therefore any home intruder would have been dealt with. She even tucked you back into the covers when she got up, you muse, as you push them back and rise, stret--
The vague wrong-ness of Sabrina's grief, a feeling that has both grown and become more tolerable in the last couple weeks as she has gone from carrying around a few marbles of it to parking a small lake on the roof each night and you've gradually come to associate its mild unnaturalness with, well, her, is absent from your senses.
"Sabrina?" you call out over telepathy. There is no response.
Something in your heart flips over sideways. You want to vomit, to collapse, to sink into feelings of abandonment and loneliness, but you do not. You have more faith in her than that. Any number of scenarios flash through your mind, nightmares given credence by her absence, but you push all of them away.
Instead, you muster up your determination and you begin to methodically check each room in your apartment, to make sure that she really, truly isn't actually right here waiting for you to wake up.
You only manage to check the bathroom, however, before you are interrupted the moment you set foot in the living room by two different things.
The first thing you are drawn to is the sight of the glass triangle that Sabrina so fondly referred to as "Table-chan": it is pristine, the unique patterns introduced by the partial repair job the two of you made completely absent. It looks awful by comparison, you think, although you know that your opinion is rather biased.
The second thing you are drawn to is a hint of motion at the other end of the room, a flick of a white tail oh god
"Good morning, Tomoe Mami!"
---------------
In the next few moments you will be on the floor. Pick an action to take amidst that panic. Write-ins must be no more than thirty-five words and any write-ins of unjustifiable complexity will be rejected.
[] Call out over telepathy. You have, as impossible as it sometimes seems, friends, plural. Sabrina may not be here, but someone will answer, surely.
[] Lash out with your ribbons and throw Kyubey out a window. You will not be able to stop him from speaking to you but you can certainly prevent him from being physically present.
[] Do something drastic. You've thought about it on occasion before. You've just never actually done it, but... but... he should not be here! You should be safe here!
Also, expect most write-ins to be rejected as a rule of thumb, because Mami will remain plausibly in-character based on her PMAS characterization. Something like "pull kyubey's ears as far apart as you can" (or "smash Kyubey through a table") will be rejected for not being Mami. Sorry for not mentioning that immediately.
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1.2
- Location
- Illinois
You scramble backwards, losing your footing completely. You fall to the floor and continue pushing yourself back with both your arms and legs until you hit the wall behind you.
Kyubey is... many things, to you. You had thought him your best friend, really. When everyone else left you, on the nights that you would find yourself too distraught to sleep, too alone to sleep, it was Kyubey that you hugged to your chest and consoled yourself through.
You had leaned on him for strength and he had never abandoned you.
Because he was using you the entire time.
You shudder horribly, your arms flailing as impulses to hug them about yourself collide with urges to get further away in some indeterminate fashion.
Are you afraid of him? No, but yes. On the one hand, he is harmless, moreso than even a mosquito. On the other, a face capable of wrenching you back towards that night, when you almost died in your own bathroom, a crying wreck, when you should have lost everything and almost pushed away the very person who was there to pull you out of your utter misery...
You refuse to think about Kyubey for the same reasons that you refuse to think about Sabrina leaving you. You've been abandoned too many times, and the thought of it happening again resurrects in you the ghosts of all the times it has happened -- all the times you have been brought to your knees in tears and grief.
But he is in front of you, now. He is talking to you. And more than that, he is in your apartment, the apartment you share with your girlfriend, the safe and happy place where you should be able to not deal with these things!
And you cannot look away from him. And Sabrina is not here. And the table is wrong.
It is too much, and you are reduced to calling out. For someone, anyone.
"Sabrina?"
"Sabrina!?"
"What is wrong, Tomoe Mami?" Your calls go unanswered except by Kyubey, whose voice you do not respond to except with another series of shudders. But... Sabrina is not the only friend that you have, as incredible as it is to say it, although she is certainly the best. Your thoughts swing to Homura first; Homura, who you thought so poorly of, Homura, who you understand so little about, Homura, who fights by your side as an equal, who slept fitfully on your sofa when the three of you had been fighting a war of -- as far as you knew at the time -- life or death.
You don't actually think any of that, of course, not panicking as you are. But it is why your mind swings automatically to the dark-haired girl with Sabrina unreachable. It is why you seize up when you cry out "Homura!" in desperation but do not receive an answer even after several beats.
"What has happened, Tomoe Mami?" Kyubey begins to draw closer to you, his speech only barely registering but nonetheless serving to push you even further into your panic. You don't so much make the choice to start reaching out for everyone you can as you just kind of happen on to it, "Sabrina!? Sayaka!? Anyone?!? Ma--"
"Tomoe Mami?" It's the simplest reply you could possibly have gotten, but it is not from Kyubey. Homura's two words bury you in an avalanche of sweet relief. Sayaka is powerful, and your other friends in Mitakihara are kind, but Homura and Sabrina are the two people you know you can trust -- you can trust! -- even if things seem to be falling apart around you, because that has literally happened before.
You latch on to those two words as a life-line. You squeeze your eyes closed and, shutting out Kyubey's existence as best you can, outright denying that you are hearing him say anything at all, you speak. "I- I just woke up. Sabrina is m-missing, K- Kyubey is, is in our apartment, things are, are wrong, and and, and I don't know what's happening!"
Two heartbeats later there's a sort of thrum followed by a squelching noise. You open your eyes to a thin spattering of gore across parts of the room and Homura, transformed, standing a measured several paces from where you are pushed up against the wall, her hand still on her shield, eying you like a ticking bomb. Her hair is in... braids? It clashes dissonantly with her expression.
You only care about one thing, though.
She came.
Thank heaven.
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[] Thank her and faint.
[] Thank her and don't faint.
[] Pull yourself up and hug her. Lightly. Then thank her.
Kyubey is... many things, to you. You had thought him your best friend, really. When everyone else left you, on the nights that you would find yourself too distraught to sleep, too alone to sleep, it was Kyubey that you hugged to your chest and consoled yourself through.
You had leaned on him for strength and he had never abandoned you.
Because he was using you the entire time.
You shudder horribly, your arms flailing as impulses to hug them about yourself collide with urges to get further away in some indeterminate fashion.
Are you afraid of him? No, but yes. On the one hand, he is harmless, moreso than even a mosquito. On the other, a face capable of wrenching you back towards that night, when you almost died in your own bathroom, a crying wreck, when you should have lost everything and almost pushed away the very person who was there to pull you out of your utter misery...
You refuse to think about Kyubey for the same reasons that you refuse to think about Sabrina leaving you. You've been abandoned too many times, and the thought of it happening again resurrects in you the ghosts of all the times it has happened -- all the times you have been brought to your knees in tears and grief.
But he is in front of you, now. He is talking to you. And more than that, he is in your apartment, the apartment you share with your girlfriend, the safe and happy place where you should be able to not deal with these things!
And you cannot look away from him. And Sabrina is not here. And the table is wrong.
It is too much, and you are reduced to calling out. For someone, anyone.
"Sabrina?"
"Sabrina!?"
"What is wrong, Tomoe Mami?" Your calls go unanswered except by Kyubey, whose voice you do not respond to except with another series of shudders. But... Sabrina is not the only friend that you have, as incredible as it is to say it, although she is certainly the best. Your thoughts swing to Homura first; Homura, who you thought so poorly of, Homura, who you understand so little about, Homura, who fights by your side as an equal, who slept fitfully on your sofa when the three of you had been fighting a war of -- as far as you knew at the time -- life or death.
You don't actually think any of that, of course, not panicking as you are. But it is why your mind swings automatically to the dark-haired girl with Sabrina unreachable. It is why you seize up when you cry out "Homura!" in desperation but do not receive an answer even after several beats.
"What has happened, Tomoe Mami?" Kyubey begins to draw closer to you, his speech only barely registering but nonetheless serving to push you even further into your panic. You don't so much make the choice to start reaching out for everyone you can as you just kind of happen on to it, "Sabrina!? Sayaka!? Anyone?!? Ma--"
"Tomoe Mami?" It's the simplest reply you could possibly have gotten, but it is not from Kyubey. Homura's two words bury you in an avalanche of sweet relief. Sayaka is powerful, and your other friends in Mitakihara are kind, but Homura and Sabrina are the two people you know you can trust -- you can trust! -- even if things seem to be falling apart around you, because that has literally happened before.
You latch on to those two words as a life-line. You squeeze your eyes closed and, shutting out Kyubey's existence as best you can, outright denying that you are hearing him say anything at all, you speak. "I- I just woke up. Sabrina is m-missing, K- Kyubey is, is in our apartment, things are, are wrong, and and, and I don't know what's happening!"
Two heartbeats later there's a sort of thrum followed by a squelching noise. You open your eyes to a thin spattering of gore across parts of the room and Homura, transformed, standing a measured several paces from where you are pushed up against the wall, her hand still on her shield, eying you like a ticking bomb. Her hair is in... braids? It clashes dissonantly with her expression.
You only care about one thing, though.
She came.
Thank heaven.
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[] Thank her and faint.
[] Thank her and don't faint.
[] Pull yourself up and hug her. Lightly. Then thank her.
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- Location
- Academy City
- Pronouns
- They
Did this.
The Phoenixian
The Glacier Witch
- Location
- My own little world
[X] Thank her and faint.
For the sake of having Homura just, stand there with Mami in her arms.
For the sake of having Homura just, stand there with Mami in her arms.
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The Narrator
Disembodied Voice
- Location
- Somewhere Offscreen
[X] Pull yourself up and hug her. Lightly. Then thank her.
Copying over my vote from the other thread.
Copying over my vote from the other thread.
Spectral Waltz
Scatterbrained Writer
- Location
- Walking the Endless Corridors
[x] Pull yourself up and hug her. Lightly. Then thank her.
StellarMonarch
Myrmidon
- Location
- Québec
[X] Thank her and don't faint.
*approval*
*approval*
>_>
<_<
[
] *nods*
...
...
What do you mean, rejected? *sigh*
[X] Pull yourself up and hug her. Lightly. Then thank her.
- Location
- S.E.A
[Jk] Pull yourself up and hug her. Lightly. Then thank her. Then Faint.
[X] Pull yourself up and hug her. Lightly. Then thank her.
[X] Pull yourself up and hug her. Lightly. Then thank her.
NavySeel
"I don't know what I'm doing."
- Location
- Places
Challenge accepted!
Madou Sutegobana
Autocorrupt has been disabled.
- Location
- Twin Realms Mandala
[X] Thank her and compliment her braids.
- Location
- Not the asylum anymore
- Pronouns
- She/Her
No trap votes, huh?
...Fuggit, let's get some Homuhugs.
[X] Pull yourself up and hug her. Lightly. Then thank her.
Dragontrapper
Homeless Draconis
- Location
- A Tower in the middle of nowhere
[X] Pull yourself up and hug her. Lightly. Then thank her.
So the quest ends when Sabrina appears? Guess we should start prepping things then - time to wreck the timeline!
So the quest ends when Sabrina appears? Guess we should start prepping things then - time to wreck the timeline!
