>>28041572
>Scream and shout for help.
JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

>>28041627
This

>>28041627
Also this

>>28041627
This, please and thanks.

>>28041627
>>28041696
>>28041728

Oh fuck oh fucking shit goddamn why does it have to be this way you fucking *hate* tight spaces oh GOD OH GOD THIS THING IS A COFFIN ISN'T IT IT IS A COFFIN OH GOD YOU ARE BURIED ALIVE FUCK SHIT FUCK FUCK

'Jo!' You whimper, tapping on the wood, then thumping against it. 'Jo? Jo! JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!'

You thump harder and harder, using both your fists, then suddenly the door snaps open as if by magic and your right fist - always the prouder one, the one you use for your deadly right hooks - lunges right out of the coffin into the air. You catch a glimpse of hair - it's blonde, so it's not Jo's hair - and a grunt as whoever it is dodges out of the way.

Air! Blessed, fresh air! Also, not underground! You are so terrified you're setting the bar for excitement and happiness really low, as you sit up and pump the air with your fists. Then you glance to your right and see who it is who's opened the coffin for you.

... oh, it's... it's Agnieszka. Her arms are folder, which accentuates her mild cleavage. She's wearing a light blue tank top, and below that, a pair of running shorts. You try not to look at her legs, which means the legs are all you're looking at for about three seconds.

'Good morning,' she says. 'Had a nightmare?'

> What do/say, Protagonist?
> You can confirm this is, indeed, a coffin. Also, there's another one mostly like it on the other side of what appears to be a narrow room.

>>28041833
"You could say that"

Look to see if it was a nightmare

>>28041833
Morning sunshine. Didn't know you liked to keep your friends locked up in wooden boxes.

>>28041833
"What did I do last night?"

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>>28041833
"Is it too late to play it cool?"

>>28042018
>>28042023
>>28041981
>>28041976

'Uh... you could say that.' Damn, your head hurts. It's strange, this pain - like a hangover, but also quite recognisably *not* one of those. Your face also tingles, slightly, and for some reason that is not Agnieszka's long, long legs, you feel... sexually aroused. Normally you'd say horny, but this isn't quite the same. It's like horniness, but more frigid. 'Well, good morning.'

'It's 2 in the afternoon now.'

'I didn't know you liked locking people up in boxes. Is that one for someone else? And how dog-buggered did I get last night?'

Agnieszka glances at the other coffin you nodded to. 'That one is mine. We're in themed hotel now. Do you not remember what happened?'

Oh god, seriously, does this *have* to become a memory test?

> Roll d100 for memory. Your headache will prove a liability (-15).

Rolled 55

>>28042059
Rolling for bundles and bundles of dead brains cells and inaccessible memories.

Rolled 96

>>28042059

>>28042097

> Well, well, Mr. Goldfishypants.
> 96 - 15: clear success!

'Look, can't you just *tell* me?'

'Not really, because I don't know what happened to you.' She shrugs, then points to your right arm. 'Except for that thing.'

Eh? You pull your sleeve away and blink when you see what's there - a bite mark, no, three or four bite marks, like hickies but a lot larger, like someone decided you were made of meat in the strictly culinary sense. And then it floods in - first the residual pain from all that gnawing, and then memory.

You're on Fraser's Island, a resort island about six hours' boat ride from the City. You're here for a music festival, because Alexis' band, and several other bands that Jo liked (you think some of those are cool too) were playing.

Well, let's face it, you weren't really here for the music. It was on the Halloween Bash, the first night of the festival, and you ran into a group of American tourists who had done a proper job with the face paint and the sexy costumes and all. There was drinking, but not very much. Then there was a little canoodling... well quite a bit.

Then you remember going off with one of them, a cute, sharp-nosed redhead, slathered with face paint so your own face become white while you were making out. Yeah, that's it, she bit you. Definitely her. Also you don't think you managed to get anywhere with her.

Why? Oh, why, why?

> Demand an explanation from Agnieszka.
> Oh hell. Since you're here in the morning, talk to her.
> Wait a minute. Why is she here?
> Other.

>>28042224
Call Jo and she if she's OK. Oh and figure out how much money we blew on this.

>>28042244
That should be 'see if she's OK'.

>>28042224
> Wait a minute. Why is she here?

>>28042224
>> Oh hell. Since you're here in the morning, talk to her.
so

>>28042224
>> Wait a minute. Why is she here?

>>28042224
> Demand an explanation from Agnieszka.
> Oh hell. Since you're here in the morning, talk to her.
> Wait a minute. Why is she here?

Plus:
>>28042244

>>28042306
>>28042298
>>28042296
>>28042259
>>28042244

> Actually due to fatigue I think I can do only one or two more posts. Bit of a sleepy Halloween, I fear.

Well, you must have had enough money. Ever since doing work for the Association and its backers, even occasionally, you've been getting quite a bit of dosh. So this isn't that much of a problem any more, especially since Fraser's isn't a super-expensive place.

'I've got to get in touch with Jo,' you mutter, and finally clamber out of the coffin. Agnieszka, to your surprise, begins moving away from you. 'Where's my handphone?'

'Um... fell in the pool while we escaped here...'

What the hell? 'And you didn't pick it up for me? What the hell, Agnie-wait, escape? Actually, wait, why are you *here*? This was Fraser's island, it was Jo's idea!'

'I'm here because Association called and said you were in trouble here. So I took a night boat and-'

Agnieszka is cut off by a sudden series of loud thumps on the wooden door, and glances at the door, mouth slightly agape. 'Ohhh shit, we have to go now!'

> Check the back of the room.
> Check above you.
> Wait, wait, why are we leaving? I'm not going unless you tell me what's happened!
> Other.

> Incidentally, she's still wearing the black running shorts. Man. It's almost like you need an excuse to run now.

>>28042298
>>28042417

If you'd like to talk to Agnieszka in a more leisurely way, kindly supply possible topic. There's only so many times you can ask her about the weather. She's Polish, not British or German.

>>28042433
>Check above you.

>>28042433
> Check above you.
> Check out Agnieszka's ass.

>>28042433
Oh god zombies!

Unemployment Quest, fuck yeah.

Also seconding >>28042564.

Did OP fall asleep?

OP fell asleep.

>>28044068

> Yeahhhh... damn.

>>28048567

'What, why? Aren't those cleaners?'

She gives you just a momentary stare. You know, you still haven't got it on with Jo (properly) and maybe there's reasons for that, but you don't know why you've never gotten it on with Agnieszka yet. I mean, look at her!

... look at her face, please. 'No, they're not. Okay you don't actually remember.'

Reflexively you glance up and see that there's a ventilation grille in the ceiling, easily large enough for the both of you. Honestly, though, this room is really creepy. Both you you start grabbing chairs; you to reach the ceiling grille (thankfully this ceiling is really quite low), and Agnieszka to barricade the door. But then, just as you get on your chair, you hear a beep and look down.

Agnieszka blinks, her face a picture of surprise, and then the door is thrown open and she raises the chair to defend herself. Just in time - a man, then two, three men, barge in the walkway, and the leader thrusts a broom at her face which she just manages to deflect, before another one moves in and grabs her chair.

'Holler!' You hear her yell, as if swearing, and trying to retreat while pulling the chair.

> What do, Protag?
> Also, yes, she has a nice arse. Course she does. You would too if you ran 4 miles every day.

>>28048682
>Grab chair
>Swing chair
>Bowling for dollars
>Vow to properly woo Jo
>[Die Hard intensifies]

>>28048682

> Defend Agnieszka
> Later, woo her

>>28048713
>>28048739

Fucking hell! You jump off your chair, grab it and run for Agnieszka as she dodges another thrust of the broomstick at her face. The men are heavily painted, and still wearing their Halloween Rock-on costumes - though you have no idea what that is, is that supposed to be from an anime? - and *seriously* strong. You know Agnieszka's got a deceptive amount of strength in that slender, slightly lanky body, but she quickly loses her chair and dodges back.

'Shit!' she mutters, but then you swing your chair down straight onto the broomstick man's head, hearing a loud THUD as he staggers from the blow. He collapses to the floor, but then clambers up again, and meanwhile you've jammed one more dude with the chair legs and are fighting the other one bare-handed. He swings at you and misses, but then blocks your next blow and shoves you back, nearly barrelling into Agnieszka who catches you.

'Window!' Agnieszka says. 'Quick!'

Also, OH, Broomstick! That guy's Harry Potter! It's a pretty awful Harry Potter, though.

> Window.
> Fight.
> Other.

>>28048915
>Window.
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>>28048915
>Window.

>>28048915
Throw a chair at the bugger and get out through the window.

>>28048961
>>28048965
>>28048968

'Go open it!' You shove her towards the window and assume a fighting stance. Thankfully, the narrow space between two coffins means only one of them can get to you, and it's the one who shoved you back - the largest of them, but also the slowest.

'GRAAAH! UURRRAAAGH!'

You make the first move this time, grabbing a pillow from inside the coffin and throwing it at him; then, as he fumbles it from his face, you give him two jabs in the abs followed by a good kick. Good as it is, it only forces him back two or three paces.

'Oh Jesus, window's locked!' Agnieszka yells from behind you. Only one thing for that, then. Running past the still-confused strong man, you grab the chair you were using to pin down another man and then swing it into Strong Man's head. OH GREEN! HE IS THE HULK! Well that makes sense.

He's a sprawling hulk now as you step over him and fling the chair at the glass, smashing it. Then Agnieszka grabs you and shoves you in the gap, just as another three or four - you know what, you'll just call them zombies, just fucking look at them - burst in through the doorway. This is actually good - they're all jammed together now, seven of them, trying to squeeze through the space.

Also, it's a two storey drop. Pffft.

> Grab Agnieszka. We don't go except together.
> Jump first and scout it out; it's not like she's not a very athletic girl who knows wugong.
> Other.

>>28049064
> Grab Agnieszka. We don't go except together.

Also, she can cushion our fall.

>>28049064
>Grab Agnieszka. We don't go except together.
Like in my chinese cartoons

>>28049064
Go down with her

>>28049064
>Grab Agnieszka. We don't go except together.

>>28049116
>>28049140
>>28049196
>>28049440

'Come on, Agnieszka!'

'There's no room on that ledge-'

Gentlemanly as you are, though, you'll be damned if you leave her here. You yank her by the wrist up towards the windowsill, and just then Harry Potter charges with a ghoulish cry, tearing free of the crowd and coming at her with the remains of his broomstick. Thankfully Agnieszka, trained in Trackless Fist as she is, has no problem with that; as Harry Potter approaches, she Expelliarmuses him with a foot to the shoulder, and then another foot to the face stuns him properly.

'Come on!' Grabbing her under the arms, you try to pull her entirely out onto the ledge. But you know what, she's... she's right about the damn ledge being too small. The next thing you know, you have slipped off - and she's being pulled, head and shoulders first, down the two-storey drop with you.

'Fu-'

> Roll d100.
> Also, what do? You'll be landing, assuming you survive the landing, in the backyard of the hotel - a small wooden deck with two swimming pools, and empty as far as you can see.

Rolled 1

>>28052638
Try to hide near the wooden deck

>>28053977
>1

uh oh

Rolled 61

>>28052638
>>28053977
Great success!

Rolled 61

>>28052638
love dat 1