The Whiteboard
juicebox: Caz, juicebox, Luckyowl, Persus13, roseheart, webadict
"All right, no use wasting time here. People good with just getting this over with?" asks webadict
4 hands rise up.
"Right, then." roseheart takes a few steps and pulls a shotgun down off of its wall mount. He levels it as juicebox. "Any last words, dopp?"
"Yes." growls juicebox, his form shifting before your eyes. His features seem to meld together, his eyes covering with flesh and his nose flattening like melting max into his face. His teeth, however, grow long and jagged, protruding from his mouth in a horrid grin. "4maskwolf was delicious!"
The blast of a shotgun rings throughout the hall, and the floor around the doppelganger is splattered with a thick dark blood that is very obviously not human.
"Woah." breaths Caz. "I'd heard about those things, but that was something else in person!"
"Yeah." Luckyowl has a bit of a stunned look on their face.
"Still one of those things among us, though" Persus13 has a grim look on his face. "Let's go check out his...its house. See if there are any clues there."
No one has any objections, so you all trudge out into the midday sun. The air is cold, still, but the wind has died down and it's almost pleasant.
At Juicebox's house you find a place that seems oddly normal. No weird alien goo. No pods. Nothing that indicates that the person who lived here was actually a horrible monster.
You do, however, find lots of new age books and trinkets. Many dealing with Telepathy. Perusing them leaves little doubt that he was, in fact, a Telepath.
Night comes early in the winter up here, and with another monster still hiding behind a neighbor's face you all agree to split up early.
This isn't over.
Short day indeed!
Night has fallen. Send in your actions!