Alchemist's Cookbook

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Mix in 1 top secret base:

       1 young inventor

       2 roommates

       A big secret

       A lot of Fisch 

Allow the young inventor to accidentally embarrass one roommate. Allow tensions to rise before adding an unhealthily large dose of Fisch.

Ok, where to begin? A few minutes after my last journal entry the two men in suits showed up at my room. They searched my bag, didn't notice the boxes:), and told me to get in the van. I'm not going to go into the conversation that went between them about the exact definition of unharmed. Needless to say, doing as they said seemed to be in my best interest.

What happened next I'm not sure about. I'm told that they gave me something to make me look like I was in a coma and told my parents that I needed some special treatment in some far off place. The bill was covered by the government, for reasons more obvious to me than to them, and I guess they accepted that I wasn't returning to college. I'll have to explain what really happened one day, but for now it's a little impossible to do so.

Upon waking up from whatever I was given I found myself in an unfamiliar room. It was similar to a hotel room, a few square yards of floor space, two beds, a nightstand, a lamp, and a window outside. I noticed that the ceiling and walls were white, while the floor had a dull reddish brown color. As I looked closer I noticed that the corners were white.

"That's odd, why would the corner be white when the floor is the color of," I froze, not even finishing my sentence. Dried blood, the floor was the color of dried blood. Whoever lived here must be some sort of murderer, that or they were some sort of back alley doctor. I considered the possibilities, and decided I liked the second option better.

I looked around, not really noticing the yellow curtains over the window, or the many pictures on the wall. My suitcase was lying there. I quickly threw it open and found everything was there. I quickly changed into a black long sleeve shirt, white undershirt, and blue jeans. I found my glasses on the nightstand and put them on. My eyes went all blurry, and then I realized that I didn't need them. I found this strange, but I wasn't complaining. I took my pocket watch and handgun, made sure I had a few D batteries, wound my pocket watch, and approached the door. I grasped the knob and turned.

CLUNK

       Well, the knob turned, but someone had braced the door from the other side. Guess I'm not getting out that way.

       There was another door in the room. They were both made from some sort of wood, but this one had a small square light above the door frame. Currently it was green, but I had the feeling it could change. I opened the door. On the other side was a bathroom. There were two toilets, each in a stall, two sinks, and one shower. The walls were an orange color, while the floor was white tile. I examined the sinks, one was white with gold fixtures, the other was more a reddish color. From this evidence I concluded that whoever had used this sink had blood on their hands, probably quite often. As luck would have it, it was the one closer to my door.

       The other door opened. I froze in place. I don't know exactly how powerful the pocket watch's effects are, the agents saw me after all. Was this girl who walked through the door the girl who was responsible for all the blood in my room? She didn't look it. She was tall, lithe, and was somewhat curved in the chest region. She had a somewhat cute face, though something about her blue-green eyes gave her a no nonsense look, though the color made her look a bit odd. Her long blonde hair hung down below her shoulders, though it was a bit messed up. She wore a pair of cloth shorts and a tank top with what I took to be a sports bra. From her outfit, and the look on her face, I assumed she was half asleep.