( THE BOOTLEGGER )

[abhoth]

At 3:00 AM on Tuesday morning, you will be roused from your sleep and drawn towards the unmarked room nestled between the Kitchen and Laundry Room, almost as if you had no control over your body. As you come to stand in front of the room, the door quietly swings open to reveal Craftly. Behind him, the strangest room you've seen in your life. He beckons you forward, guiding you inside the room and locking the door behind both of you. "Have a seat," he says, gesturing towards a small table for two. "I've been waiting for you, Bootlegger." Moments later, a list is slid across the table towards you. What will you do now? Welcome, Bootlegger! As the Bootlegger's Rulebook indicates, your character will have the chance to pick one item from a list each week. Items will show up on Wednesday, at 6:00 PM EST, at a location of your character's choice. This means they can either have it appear somewhere public for the benefit of everyone, or in their own room, where they can grab it as soon as it appears. Please understand that once selected, an item cannot be requested again. The list is as follows: Small bag of marijuana with a glass hand pipe Medical kit Fingerprint kit (Dust + Ink) Luminol spray Colt Revolver with 1 bullet Gallon of gasoline Clue token Trowel Flashlight with batteries Gas mask Pack of cigars Blacklight Handheld taser One pitchfork x8 bottles of clean water Body bag Let us know if you have any questions! We hope you enjoy your role. ( quick navigation ) ic rulebook | locations | statuses | room assignments private conversations | ic profiles | graveyard | full navigation

Comments

[zombiearm]

I am curious about your apparent judgment given you presumably had some basis for choosing me in the first place.

[let him live tentacle bro]

Under my bed.

[abhoth]

Though this may surprise you, I have no role in picking the lot of you. My only duty is a facilitator. [no letting marty live :/] Check under your bed on Wednesday, at 6:00 PM on the dot. Be quick about it, however. I am not responsible in the eventuality your roommates find it instead.

[With a flourish, he rolls up the list and puts it back — somewhere. Maybe an archive.]

Will that be all for today?

[zombiearm]

That sounds like it can only end in unmitigated disaster, but I assume you won't tell me what other responsibilities my fine fellows have been given.

[shrugs!!]

I believe that is all.

[abhoth]

You assume correctly.

[GESTURES AT THE EXIT, which... creaks open by itself. Ominously.]

The door will see you out. Until next week, Bootlegger.

[And, yeah. When Marty eventually uses the small bag of weed, he'll notice something peculiar. Similarly to what he experienced in his own world, toking it up truly saves lives. The marihuana will grant him immunity to night terrors. This effect will last until Monday of the following week.]