What does Art do?
Take a bite out of the sandwich - 3 (Stealthy, Artist, Easy)
Talk to the figure - 1 (Tirin)
"Are you finished?" The figure called down to him.
"One second." He reached down to scoop a fingerful of mayo off the ground and slipped it into his mouth. He popped his finger out with a comical smacking noise and sighed contentedly. Come into Art's house and act like a creep? Not if Art's disgusting eating habits had anything to say about it.
"Now I'm done." The young man walked over to the couch and grabbed his bag. "Are you gonna do anything or are you gonna keep standing there?"
"I'd throw up, but that's for fuckin' jags." The figure stepped down the stairs and revealed himself to be none other than Tirin, the resident master of time. "I swear to God, don't you ever eat another sandwich in front of me."
"Yeah? Why not?" Art reached into his bag, hoping to find his admin panel. He was okay with Tirin. He felt safe digging through his bag, so long as he didn't piss the time traveler off. Other than controlling time, Tirin was also one of the mods under him and Recon. They were on the same side of keeping the forum safe, far as Art could tell.
Ignoring his question, Tirin asked, "Have you seen Danny tonight?"
"Yeah, I saw him after dropping off my money at the bank." Sitting down on the couch, Art found his admin panel at the bottom of the bag. It was a transparent square, about the size of a small tablet. He placed his palm on the front cover of the admin panel. It quickly scanned his palm and finger prints, then fitted itself like a glove around his hand.
"Did you see anyone else at the bank?"
"Some guy, I don't know. Never seen him around before, especially since we barely get new members here, let alone visitors." He swiped his gloved hand through the air and a list of names popped up. "If he's a member, we should be able to just search for him here."
"Do it." Tirin had moved from the stairs to the couch, deciding to stay standing rather than sit. Who knew how dirty that couch really was?
"Who's the admin here again?" Art asked, but he did it anyways. Whatever Tirin wanted to know was what Art wanted to know. There was no sense beating around the bush. He pressed the search command and ran it for any new members over the last week. No new members. He searched the last few months, same result. A few names popped up, but they had been cleared as either old members with new accounts or friends of other members who were around for a moment before leaving altogether.
"No new members?" Tirin asked.
"No new members."
"You said it was a guy you saw, but I want you to try searching specific names. I made a list. Could be any of these people." Tirin handed a scrap of paper to Art. On it were a list of names he had never seen before.
Art typed in the name of...
Bailey
reaprar
Celestria
Sugar
mastermind
Jerach
(You'll get to search multiple names. I'll do a few small posts to include each name we choose as we go through, but we won't be doing every name. The older people might have some insight to give to Art when it comes to choosing who to search for.)
Take a bite out of the sandwich - 3 (Stealthy, Artist, Easy)
Talk to the figure - 1 (Tirin)
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Art let his nerves calm themselves by taking a bite out of his sandwich. Instead of running from the figure or trying to fight them, he merely kept on doing what he wanted. The mayo from the sandwich squirted out of the bottom of it and landed on the ground with a rather loud splat! Art ignored this (though truth be told, he was a little upset at the wasted condiment). Instead, he just kept eating as though there were no figure facing him down in his own home. The sandwich was devoured within a few sickening bites, but the smack of Art's teeth and lips as he savored each bite was stomach wrenching. A sloppy sandwich for a sloppy boy.
"Are you finished?" The figure called down to him.
"One second." He reached down to scoop a fingerful of mayo off the ground and slipped it into his mouth. He popped his finger out with a comical smacking noise and sighed contentedly. Come into Art's house and act like a creep? Not if Art's disgusting eating habits had anything to say about it.
"Now I'm done." The young man walked over to the couch and grabbed his bag. "Are you gonna do anything or are you gonna keep standing there?"
"I'd throw up, but that's for fuckin' jags." The figure stepped down the stairs and revealed himself to be none other than Tirin, the resident master of time. "I swear to God, don't you ever eat another sandwich in front of me."
"Yeah? Why not?" Art reached into his bag, hoping to find his admin panel. He was okay with Tirin. He felt safe digging through his bag, so long as he didn't piss the time traveler off. Other than controlling time, Tirin was also one of the mods under him and Recon. They were on the same side of keeping the forum safe, far as Art could tell.
Ignoring his question, Tirin asked, "Have you seen Danny tonight?"
"Yeah, I saw him after dropping off my money at the bank." Sitting down on the couch, Art found his admin panel at the bottom of the bag. It was a transparent square, about the size of a small tablet. He placed his palm on the front cover of the admin panel. It quickly scanned his palm and finger prints, then fitted itself like a glove around his hand.
"Did you see anyone else at the bank?"
"Some guy, I don't know. Never seen him around before, especially since we barely get new members here, let alone visitors." He swiped his gloved hand through the air and a list of names popped up. "If he's a member, we should be able to just search for him here."
"Do it." Tirin had moved from the stairs to the couch, deciding to stay standing rather than sit. Who knew how dirty that couch really was?
"Who's the admin here again?" Art asked, but he did it anyways. Whatever Tirin wanted to know was what Art wanted to know. There was no sense beating around the bush. He pressed the search command and ran it for any new members over the last week. No new members. He searched the last few months, same result. A few names popped up, but they had been cleared as either old members with new accounts or friends of other members who were around for a moment before leaving altogether.
"No new members?" Tirin asked.
"No new members."
"You said it was a guy you saw, but I want you to try searching specific names. I made a list. Could be any of these people." Tirin handed a scrap of paper to Art. On it were a list of names he had never seen before.
Art typed in the name of...
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What name does Art search first?
Bailey
reaprar
Celestria
Sugar
mastermind
Jerach
(You'll get to search multiple names. I'll do a few small posts to include each name we choose as we go through, but we won't be doing every name. The older people might have some insight to give to Art when it comes to choosing who to search for.)
