You have just entered room "Chat 35981253924279715280."
MilesMk1 has entered the room.
EverGuard4 has entered the room.
Vernjonal has entered the room.
Thematrian1: Wing Chun used to be more like 8 than 7:30 ... now it's more like 8:30 than 8
Vernjonal: Hehehe
Thematrian1: anyway, I'm really sorry, next time I'll know and be able to skip out a touch early
EverGuard4: I have math homework, so I apologize for periods of inactivity in advance
MilesMk1: "Alex, the new guy is narcoleptic. I say we leave him behind."
EverGuard4: *laughs*
EverGuard4: out of interest, where did we leave it last week?
Vernjonal: *Spiderdrone tickles Blake*
EverGuard4: the group had just determined that the person in the chair was not "Teeth", correct?
Vernjonal: Blake had just seen you sitting in the chair. After having not seen you the first time.
Vernjonal: That too, yes.
Vernjonal: (Well, either you or there are two people just like you wandering around)
EverGuard4: (to Blake) "You can understand me now, correct?"
Thematrian1: Jon, did you make/send a log of last session?
EverGuard4: (apparently English)
Thematrian1: the previously Spanish-speaking dude is speaking English now
MilesMk1: "Sure. Likewise, I hope?"
EverGuard4: "The enchantment won't last forever..."
EverGuard4: "For now, I can understand you."
MilesMk1: "I guess we better hurry, then."
MilesMk1: "I have to say, you seem a lot more self-assured all of a sudden."
EverGuard4: "Just as the Apostles recieved the gift of tongues at Pentecost, so too they cast aside their fear."
Vernjonal: I've got a log of last session; did you ask me to send it? If so, I apologize. More to the point, do you need me to send it now?
MilesMk1: "Yeah, that's just what I thought... So, mind telling us who you are and what you plan on doing in relation to this whole... situation?"
Thematrian1: send it or post it, wihchever
EverGuard4: "To which situation do you refer?"
Vernjonal: (Incidentally, we need to come up with a chat naming scheme. Searching through "Chat [23817934821920343-827849210395712]" gets a little old)
MilesMk1: "Our presence here. The fellow smoking outside. The people shooting up the elevator shaft. Etc., etc."
Thematrian1: (historically, AIM seems to hate named chats. I've developed quite a superstition about them)
Umbrafer has entered the room.
MilesMk1: (I vote we name last session "Thermite Dentistry".)
Vernjonal: (I vote we name the entire run that.)
Thematrian1: (Seconded, voted upon, and passed)
EverGuard4: "Even if you were to martyr all of the apostles, the next era will come."
MilesMk1: "So, the old guy was an apostle? Are you an apostle?"
EverGuard4: (Spanish again) "I am Peter."
MilesMk1: #You getting this? Do the drones have a shot at this guy?#
MilesMk1: "Is the spell over?"
MilesMk1: "The enchantment?"
EverGuard4: *relaxes for a moment and mutters in Spanish*
Umbrafer: For reference, do the drones have a shot at this guy?
Thematrian1: The shielddrone does, the Strato could be made to
MilesMk1: By the way, do I still hear someone shooting at the floor of the elavator? If not, how long ago did that stop?
MilesMk1: Oh, and I let Alex know about the shooting from below in case I forgot, via transducer.
Thematrian1: It stopped about when you said "Yeah, that's just what I thought..."
OnlineHost: EverGuard4 rolled 5 6-sided dice: 2 1 3 2 2
Thematrian1: ::tense silence::
MilesMk1: "Look, I just need an asnwer on where you stand in this... If you don't want to get involved, just make yourself comfortable till we finish up, and then you can do whatever you want."
EverGuard4: *stops muttering in Spanish as the duff speaks* "Ahh... better. I do not your intentions, so I cannot gauge my own position."
EverGuard4: (last part in English)
Umbrafer: (Careful with the Mythspeak or he'll toss a Molotov down your throat ;-) )
Thematrian1: (I thought in Myth they were dorfs?)
Umbrafer: (Dorfs and duffs are both accepted by the Playmyth community)
MilesMk1: "We need to go below to kill anyone who's still puttin up resistance and gather information. We're not paid to hurt you, so we don't care what you do as long as you don't threaten us."
EverGuard4: *laughs* "Do as you will."
MilesMk1: #I don't know why I'm being so nice and cuddly with this guy... I was going to tell him to get on the floor with his hands behind his head, but for some reason...#
EverGuard4: (ooc =))
MilesMk1: #Let me know if I start acting weird...#
MilesMk1: #Wanna keep an eye on him while I go to settle whoever is making all that racket below?#
Umbrafer: #Sure. You want backup, or should I just cover him?
Umbrafer: #
MilesMk1: #I'll take the shield drone, you keep the strato up here?#
Umbrafer: (Waitaminute, I did post the log last week. http://www.sotsw.net/runs/SotSW%2001-19-05.html )
MilesMk1: "Anything you want to tell us about downstairs? The less killing we need to do, the better."
Thematrian1: (doh, I fail. I didn't see it among my local files, so I just assumed...)
Umbrafer: There's a table or desk in the room, right?
EverGuard4: "I lack knowledge of the lower levels."
Thematrian1: There is a desk, yes
MilesMk1: "Levels? How many are there?"
MilesMk1: (I know about two, correct?)
EverGuard4: "Two."
Umbrafer: #Sure. Leave the spider on that desk, and call if you need help.#
MilesMk1: *plops the spider down on the desk* "Just someone to keep you company."
EverGuard4: *looks at object*
MilesMk1: "Any personnel down there besides the zombies?"
Umbrafer: *Waves with spider-leg*
EverGuard4: "Zombies?"
EverGuard4: *hoists thing by moving leg and examines it cautiously*
MilesMk1: "The obviously dead and somewhat decomposed creatures that were protecting this place?"
MilesMk1: "The walking dead?"
EverGuard4: "I do not know."
Umbrafer: *Chitters slightly indignantly*
EverGuard4: *replaces the small thing*
MilesMk1: "All righty then..."
Umbrafer: *Content spider noises*
MilesMk1: "Know of any ways down besides this elevator?"
EverGuard4: "No."
MilesMk1: "Ok..."
MilesMk1: *goes over to examine the elevator*
MilesMk1: (is it still on this floor, does it seem to have been damaged, etc.)
Thematrian1: It's on this floor, there's no damage.
MilesMk1: #I feel tempted to send them a remote controlled explosive first, but that'd make getting down difficult...#
Umbrafer: *Spider wanders around the desk* Is there anything on the desk?
Umbrafer: #Just a tad.#
MilesMk1: #Oh well, the Lord hates a coward...#
Thematrian1: Nothing is on the desk. It is clutter-free.
Umbrafer: #The gods help those who help themselves. Use that shielddrone, and good luck.#
MilesMk1: *rides the shield-drone into the elevator, positions it so that he'll be protected from any fire coming from the downstairs door, and rides down to the floor already visited.*
MilesMk1: (gun loaded with EX and ready)
Thematrian1: You enter the elevator and press the button for the lower floor.
Umbrafer: *Spider roams around, looks up at Peter and regards him with beady spider eyes*
Thematrian1: On the middle floor (B1), the elevator stops.
Thematrian1: The doors open. No one is there.
MilesMk1: Was that the floor I selected, or it stopped on its own on an intermediate floor?
Thematrian1: it stopped on its own
Thematrian1: unless you prevent it, the door slides shut and the elevator descends another level
MilesMk1: I do prevent it - I hold it open, and quickly look out (ready to duck back in)
Thematrian1: the corridor extends in either direction, with doors at close regular intervals
Thematrian1: The walls are a disgusting green-brown; no one could possibly have chosen this color by accident
Umbrafer: #Anything interesting?#
MilesMk1: #Doesn't look like it... I'll finish the bottom floor first, I think. I need to find whoever it was that did the shooting.#
Thematrian1: Out of nowhere, an old, old man with bent and twisted legs appears before you. Roll Willpower, please.
Umbrafer: #éí 'aanííg”” 'áhoot'é'.#
OnlineHost: MilesMk1 rolled 8 6-sided dice: 2 5 3 5 2 5 2 1
Thematrian1: This occurs bare instants after you finished speaking
Thematrian1: er, transducing
OnlineHost: Thematrian1 rolled 15 6-sided dice: 1 1 2 3 6 1 4 2 6 4 6 4 4 6 4
Thematrian1: For a moment, you're terrified, but you shake it off.
MilesMk1: #Magic#
MilesMk1: #Fuck, I was hoping that was over with.#
Umbrafer: #Shit. Can you handle it?#
MilesMk1: Do I see or hear anyone who might have sent that at me?
Thematrian1: Roll Perception
OnlineHost: MilesMk1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 2 5 2 1 1 4
MilesMk1: Crap.
Umbrafer: The old man is still there, right?
Thematrian1: You detect no one.
Thematrian1: Yes, he's still there.
MilesMk1: #Magic *usually* doesn't work that well on me, but you never know...#
MilesMk1: *puts a round through the image to see how it reacts*
Thematrian1: roll it
OnlineHost: MilesMk1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 5 6 5 6 6 5
Thematrian1: (base power is 10M?)
Thematrian1: (staged up to 10Ginormous)
MilesMk1: Hah, bloody hah. I shoot at an illusion, I get the best roll of my life...
Umbrafer: (Base is 9M, 11M after ammo adjustment IIRC)
MilesMk1: (Actually, 8M staged to 10M)
Umbrafer: (Ah. What weapon?)
MilesMk1: Ak-98
MilesMk1: Standard AR damage code. It's not a heavy pistol.
Umbrafer: (Aaaah. Not sure why I thought you were using a HP. Sorry.)
Thematrian1: the ammo passes through this guy. Interesting fact though, it does so by shredding his flesh and exploding. He looks astonished.
OnlineHost: Thematrian1 rolled 15 6-sided dice: 5 1 1 6 1 4 5 4 2 4 2 3 3 4 3
Thematrian1: and then he stops being there
MilesMk1: #What the hell?#
MilesMk1: As in, vanishes?
Thematrian1: yeah. One moment there, one moment gone.
Umbrafer: *Moves the Strato closer to the elevator, just in case*
MilesMk1: #All right, this floor obviously needs to be checked... Can you keep the shield drone blocking the door, so the elevator doesn't go somewhere?#
Umbrafer: #Sure. Got the Strato ready if you want it down.#
EverGuard4: um... how loud is a Strato?
MilesMk1: #You might need it topside.#
Umbrafer: Sig 4, so not deafening. Not terribly subtle, though, why?
MilesMk1: *Goes out and starts kicking in doors, frequently looking behind him.*
Thematrian1: ::crash:: ::peer:: nothing. ::crash:: ::peer:: nothing ::crash:: ::peer:: nothing. ::crash:: ::peer:: nothing
EverGuard4: well... I'm assuming being in a small room with one...
MilesMk1: #What interacts with a bullet, but disappears after being shot?#
Umbrafer: Well, if I'm not bringing it down I'll leave it outside the small room.
MilesMk1: Speaking of interacting... Did I get splashed by anything when I shot the guy? Did the wall behind him? Did that stuff disappear?
Umbrafer: #A mage? I don't know#
Thematrian1: how much kicking in of doors do you intend to do? Also, how systematic are you being?
MilesMk1: As much as it takes to go through the whole place, unless it looks like it'll take hours, rather than minutes - and, very systematic.
Thematrian1: Interesting thing, that: blood sprayed out of him, but all of it vanished when he did
MilesMk1: (ooc: would a manifesting spirit do that?)
Thematrian1: This hallway takes only a few minutes; these are bunkroom doors, and not particularly secure
Thematrian1: they're all identical, and most have seen long disuse
Umbrafer: (Very possibly. Nothing says a manifesting spirit need bleed at all, but presumably when dematerializing all of it would even if it did bleed)
Thematrian1: then you find one that's been recently used
Thematrian1: by something that bled and vomited a lot
MilesMk1: Ah.
MilesMk1: Scan for anything invisible in there now?
MilesMk1: Also, look for bloody prints, and or foot?
Thematrian1: it's a single, tiny room, and incredibly repulsive. The sheets haven't been changed, and even from across the room you can see how crusty they are
Thematrian1: roll Perception, or a forensics-type skill if you have it
MilesMk1: Bled and vomited recently, or over a period of time? I though the former, initially, now I'm not sure?
OnlineHost: MilesMk1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 2 4 2 2 6 6
OnlineHost: MilesMk1 rolled 2 6-sided dice: 2 1
MilesMk1: I mean, bled and vomited in the immediate past?
Thematrian1: over a period of time, probably not recently. Say several weeks ago.
MilesMk1: #Well... We have a room someone bled and puked all over.#
MilesMk1: Anything else of interest?
Umbrafer: #Don't suppose it could have been our friend from our first job together?#
Thematrian1: the blood, incidentally, isn't everywhere; there's little smeared on the upper walls or ceiling
MilesMk1: I am *not* going in to physically search the place.
Umbrafer: (No one's asking you to)
MilesMk1: #Sort of hard to tell.#
Umbrafer: #Well, I forgot my firehose, so you can skip that one.#
Thematrian1: (How awesome would a fire engine drone be?)
Umbrafer: (Quite)
MilesMk1: (Just letting Jon know my view will be strictly from the door. :-))
MilesMk1: (Gah... I mean... Damn, I keep getting you GM people confused.)
Umbrafer: (Hehehe)
MilesMk1: (Not as people, but the names... They're hard...)
Thematrian1: (We're actually the same person, just pulling an elaborate hoax)
Umbrafer: (It's true.
Thematrian1: (see?)
Thematrian1: Well, moving on to other rooms?
MilesMk1: (Yeah... Well, you might want to start paying yourself more for runs, we need more cash. ;-))
MilesMk1: Yeah, moving on.
Thematrian1: ::crash:: ::peer:: nothing. ::crash:: ::peer:: nothing
Thematrian1: ::crash:: ::peer:: nothing. ::crash:: ::peer:: disembowled man tied to bed
MilesMk1: #Man, this place is going to put me off meat for at least 24 hours...#
Thematrian1: He turns his head to look at you as you kick open the door.
MilesMk1: *blinks*
MilesMk1: *points gun at the man*
Thematrian1: His lips are moving
Thematrian1: no sound comes out
Umbrafer: #They look so weird when you take them out of the metal…#
Umbrafer: Is he the guy we extracted first run?
Thematrian1: Perception
OnlineHost: MilesMk1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 5 1 4 1 6 4
OnlineHost: MilesMk1 rolled 1 6-sided die: 3
Thematrian1: You're pretty sure not, but under the circumstances it's hard to be 100% sure.
MilesMk1: *edges closer to the guy, pokes him somewhere he's not hurt with the gun barrel to make sure he's real*
Thematrian1: He keeps mouthing words, but he makes no sound.
Thematrian1: You poke him. His flesh is softer than it really should be; it looks like he was muscular
Thematrian1: Roll Willpower
OnlineHost: MilesMk1 rolled 8 6-sided dice: 4 3 5 1 1 5 6 6
OnlineHost: MilesMk1 rolled 2 6-sided dice: 2 6
OnlineHost: MilesMk1 rolled 1 6-sided die: 6
OnlineHost: MilesMk1 rolled 1 6-sided die: 5
Umbrafer: I do hope that that's at least one success.
Thematrian1: heh heh heh
Umbrafer: He missed it by two, didn't he?/
Umbrafer: ;-)
MilesMk1: Those elusive TN 25 tests...
Thematrian1: You control your gorge without effort. It occurs to you to shoot this guy and get the hell out, figuring that you've learned enough, but the thought that you think when thinking that...
Thematrian1: ...doesn't sound like one of your own thoughts, if you understand me.
MilesMk1: #Someone is trying to fuck with my head... I'm thinking stuff that's not like me, again.#
MilesMk1: *leans in close, to try to hear what the guy is mouthing*
Umbrafer: #If you think it'll succeed, pull back.#
Thematrian1: there's no air passing between his lips, he's just moving them. He's saying the same thing over and over: 'kill me'
Thematrian1: Willpower again, if you please
OnlineHost: MilesMk1 rolled 8 6-sided dice: 1 3 6 2 3 6 4 4
OnlineHost: MilesMk1 rolled 2 6-sided dice: 4 2
MilesMk1: #He's mouthing "Kill me."#
Thematrian1: You think the thought again. This time you're sure it's not one of yours.
MilesMk1: "Get out of my head. If you want me to put you out of your miery, get the fuck out of my head."
MilesMk1: *misery
Thematrian1: You look at each other for a moment. His lips stop moving. Other actions?
Umbrafer: Exactly how messed up is he, out of interest?
Thematrian1: it looks like somebody cut him open, wound a bunch of his intestines around a stick, then removed the stick, leaving his guts hanging out. The wound isn't bleeding, which is creepy in its own way.
Thematrian1: Blake, roll Willpower
MilesMk1: "Are there more like you? One blink for yes, two for no. Or just try to mouth the words."
OnlineHost: MilesMk1 rolled 8 6-sided dice: 4 2 3 3 6 4 5 2
OnlineHost: MilesMk1 rolled 1 6-sided die: 5
Thematrian1: Same thought. It sounds pretty reasonable, until you remember that you've had it twice already.
Thematrian1: He blinks once.
MilesMk1: "If you can make me hear what you think, tell me what this place is, who the old man with rotten teeth is, and what needs to be done, and then I promise I will kill you, if you don't want me to try to help you."
Thematrian1: He looks...confused. Peculiar expression on a face so filled with pain, but there it is.
Thematrian1: Roll Willpower.
OnlineHost: MilesMk1 rolled 8 6-sided dice: 6 3 2 2 1 4 5 5
OnlineHost: MilesMk1 rolled 1 6-sided die: 6
OnlineHost: MilesMk1 rolled 1 6-sided die: 3
Thematrian1: The walls are closing in on you, you feel claustrophobic, you have to get out of this place! But the feeling is clearly imposed from elsewhere, and quickly withdraws
MilesMk1: Anything else?
Thematrian1: just that
MilesMk1: "You want me to go and leave you now?" *brief pause* "You don't want me to kill you anymore?"
Thematrian1: Roll Willpower.
MilesMk1: #God, I think he's too far gone with pain to make sense...#
OnlineHost: MilesMk1 rolled 8 6-sided dice: 4 2 3 4 6 2 1 1
OnlineHost: MilesMk1 rolled 1 6-sided die: 4
Umbrafer: (Just to confirm: I did still have the Kimji with Blake, right? I want to make sure I can actually hear all of this)
Thematrian1: (::think::, yeah you did)
Umbrafer: #I don't think that's him.#
Thematrian1: You find yourself looking down at the gun in your hand. How easy would it be give up on solving bizarre puzzles, to just end it all?
Thematrian1: The feeling passes.
Thematrian1: But this time you're not as sure where it came from.
OnlineHost: Umbrafer rolled 7 6-sided dice: 2 2 3 6 1 4 6
OnlineHost: Umbrafer rolled 2 6-sided dice: 2 6
OnlineHost: Umbrafer rolled 1 6-sided die: 5
Thematrian1: (er?)
MilesMk1: Uh... End it all, as in trying to kill myself?
Umbrafer: (Perception. Can I assume I noticed Blake doing that?)
MilesMk1: (Or end it all, as in kill the guy?)
Thematrian1: End it all, as in kill yourself.
Umbrafer: (Well, since I made the roll there's no assumption. Did I notice him give meaningful looks at his weapon?)
Thematrian1: His eyes flicked down momentarily. He was looking at his gun. That's all you know.
MilesMk1: #Fuck... Someone is trying to make me blow my head off.#
Umbrafer: #Pull out. I'll send the drones in to clean up.#
MilesMk1: #Should I shoot the guy?#
Umbrafer: #No. We can finish questioning him. Just get out of there.#
MilesMk1: *leaves the room*
MilesMk1: *heads for the elevator*
Thematrian1: No one is currently messing with your mind.
EverGuard4: (You think.)
Umbrafer: ( :-) )
MilesMk1: *waits a few moments to see if it happens again*
Thematrian1: Nothin'
Thematrian1: The Kimji goes with Blake?
Umbrafer: Hm. No, once Blake gets to within view of the shielddrone it goes back to the room.
MilesMk1: #As far as I can make it out, first he was begging me to kill him, over and over. Than I asked him a specific question, and he got a strange look, and make me think about running out of the room... Just before someoen tried
MilesMk1: to make me shoot myself.#
Thematrian1: Dude is gone without a trace.
MilesMk1: #It's like someone else took control of him?#
Umbrafer: #Woah. Guy's missing. Double-check the room, if you feel comfortable doing it#
Umbrafer: #If you have any doubt, don't bother. It's not worth it.#
Umbrafer: (I was able to see the guy from the Kimji's sensors before, right?
MilesMk1: #I'll be quick about it.# *checks the room, but only sticks his head around the corner for a fraction of a second*
EverGuard4: *rises and leaves little room*
Umbrafer: *)
Thematrian1: (Yes, yes you were)
Umbrafer: *Doesn't notice just yet, being somewhat preoccupied down below)
Thematrian1: Sure enough, there's nobody in the bed.
MilesMk1: *heads back to the elevator* Noone in there now, as far as I saw.
MilesMk1: #Noone in there, as far as I saw.#, I mean.
Umbrafer: #Damn.# *Tours the other rooms currently opened, if nothing jumps out the Kimji returns to the elevator with Blake*
Thematrian1: Nothing jumps out at the Kimji
MilesMk1: #Do I go to the lowest level, or what? We need to get information, and get out of here.#
EverGuard4: for completing the square... it's (1/2b) ^2 right?
Thematrian1: (sounds right. Does it give you a square equation?)
EverGuard4: Ive got an unfactorable x^2 +bx
Umbrafer: #Check the lowest. Strato's coming with you this time.
Umbrafer: #
Thematrian1: (In that case yes, you want x^2 + bx + 1/4b^2, as it can be factored into (x + 1/2b)^2)
Thematrian1: When you jump into the strato, you notice a lot of empty space where the Spanish guy used to be
MilesMk1: *Takes the elevator up to let the strato in.*
Thematrian1: ::whirr whirr:: Blake notices the same thing: no Spanish guy.
MilesMk1: #Where did he go?#
Umbrafer: #Drek, I lost our guest.# (You know there's a problem with language if you feel less silly using "drek" than "crap")
MilesMk1: #He was a mage, he'd better not have been the one trying to kill me.#
MilesMk1: #At least, I think he was a mage.#
Umbrafer: #Not unless he was lying to us about knowing another way down. That elevator didn't move an inch.#
Umbrafer: Going to check for him with the van's sensors.
Thematrian1: roll ti
OnlineHost: Umbrafer rolled 5 6-sided dice: 4 5 6 1 6
OnlineHost: Umbrafer rolled 2 6-sided dice: 2 1
OnlineHost: Umbrafer rolled 7 6-sided dice: 2 5 3 5 3 5 3
Umbrafer: (Active and passive, respectively)
Thematrian1: He seems to have vanished off of the face of the earth.
Umbrafer: #Not finding him. We'll deal with him later, unless he causes trouble.#
Umbrafer: Also: how many, if any, of those grenades did I end up finding when I searched last week?
Thematrian1: They exploded, so it's hard to know. Over a dozen grenade minicraters.
Umbrafer: What I was searching for was unexploded ones dropped by the dead
Thematrian1: you found none of those
Umbrafer: *Nods* And nothing that looked like a launcher?
Thematrian1: Nay
Umbrafer: C'est la vie.
MilesMk1: Ok, so we head back down? I guess I lied down on the floor if necessary to make room for the Strato...
Umbrafer: Strato goes on a separate trip if necessary.
Thematrian1: Not necessary, though you have to crouch a bit
Thematrian1: You're on the bottom floor. You've explored down the left branch (IIRC) already, though not with complete thoroughness
Umbrafer: Right branch facing out of the elevator. If you go right, then right, you face the big door.
Umbrafer: Left had… another big door, IIRC? We didn't do much with it.
Thematrian1: another big door
Thematrian1: Consideration happens. Nothing tries to kill you.
MilesMk1: #Left or right? I think we should finish off the right side first.#
Umbrafer: #Let's leave the left quiet for now., agreed.#
Umbrafer: #You want point, or should I take it?#
MilesMk1: #I'll take point.#
MilesMk1: #Watch the back.#
EverGuard4: I'll take point. You're too large to shoot around.
MilesMk1: ?
Umbrafer: ( :-) )
MilesMk1: Heh.
EverGuard4: (ooc)
Thematrian1: (er?)
EverGuard4: (oog)
Umbrafer: (I've even got the MMG :-) )
MilesMk1: *heads for the large door on the right, checking rooms he hadn't looked into before on the way*
Thematrian1: ::crash crash crash:: These rooms are all empty and near identical. You do find one with an improperly made bed: the sheets are rumpled, in the shape of a human body.
MilesMk1: *pokes the shape with the gun, to make sure there's not someone still there*
Thematrian1: Heh. No invisible people here; your gun touches the bed
MilesMk1: *looks for anything of interest in the room - personal items, documents, anything.*
Thematrian1: roll Perception
Umbrafer: *Spider sits forlornly on the table, abandoned by his new friend*
Thematrian1: (Poor spider)
EverGuard4: (sorry spider)
OnlineHost: MilesMk1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 5 4 3 4 5 3
Thematrian1: Nothing. In every way except the bed, the place is untouched.
Thematrian1: Out in the open air, the wind picks up
MilesMk1: *keeps going*
Umbrafer: Taking a look at the corpse. Any change in status?
Thematrian1: crash crash crash crash crash. Nothing new and exciting.
Thematrian1: The corpse is still there. It hasn't moved
Umbrafer: Any big faces in the clouds?
Thematrian1: Nope.
MilesMk1: Do we get to the big door eventually?
Umbrafer: *Increases pace of circling slightly* #If we don't watch out, I'm going to run out of fuel in another few days.# How close to dawn is it?
Thematrian1: You reach the big door.
Thematrian1: The time is 3:14 AM.
MilesMk1: #Time to go through.#
Umbrafer: *Covers him*
MilesMk1: Is there a lock, keycard reader, etc.?
Thematrian1: keycard reader, yes. You went through a different door with a keycard you acquired from a dead man
Umbrafer: The term man being used loosely.
Thematrian1: well, yes
Thematrian1: but 'dead' was spot-on
MilesMk1: Yeah... Well, I'll try to open this door with the remaining cards. Using the ones that look like they were used more often first.
OnlineHost: Thematrian1 rolled 15 6-sided dice: 6 6 5 6 3 1 4 5 3 6 4 1 6 1 2
OnlineHost: Thematrian1 rolled 5 6-sided dice: 2 6 6 6 4
OnlineHost: Thematrian1 rolled 3 6-sided dice: 1 3 3
Thematrian1: ::Blat:: ::Blat:: ::Beep!::
Thematrian1: The door slides upward and downward
MilesMk1: When I get to any particular card, or...?
Thematrian1: On the third card you try
MilesMk1: So it opend part of the way, but then closed?
Umbrafer: Or does it separate in the middle?
Thematrian1: separate in the middle
MilesMk1: So it opened?
Thematrian1: yes
MilesMk1: And on the other side, lurks horrible death?
Thematrian1: On the other side, lurks a hallway
Thematrian1: it does look kinda menacing
Thematrian1: oh, and it ends a scant twenty feet away, opening into what looks like a cafeteria
MilesMk1: No enemies?
Thematrian1: no enemies
MilesMk1: OK... Keep moving, then.
MilesMk1: Check the cafeteria, look for more exits, etc.
Thematrian1: The hallway has doors, and the walls here are painted a less unpleasant color
Umbrafer: How large is this cafeteria?
MilesMk1: Well, check the rooms behind the doors in the hallway first, then.
Thematrian1: The cafeteria is vast, with a bunch of entryways into one wall with "ENTER" and "EXIST" signs over them. All of those entryways are blocked off with sheet metal.
Thematrian1: er
Thematrian1: "EXIT" signs
Thematrian1: This is not a Zen base.
Umbrafer: Aww…
Umbrafer: Going to roam a little bit further from Blake with the Strato, then, but still keeping my eye on him. Any change topside?
Thematrian1: Nothin'
Thematrian1: There are many, many cheap plastic tables with cheap plastic chairs stacked atop them.
MilesMk1: *checks the rooms off the hallway*
Thematrian1: crash crash crash. More bunk-type rooms, but less cramped
Umbrafer: Any of them complete with disemboweled people?
Thematrian1: nope
Thematrian1: all nicely made up
Thematrian1: totally empty of dead folk
Thematrian1: or living folk
MilesMk1: #I guess now we go left. I'm wishing now I just brought my nerve gas with me...#
MilesMk1: *tromps off to the left door*
Umbrafer: #Release the stuff, come back in two days?#
Thematrian1: You reach the left door.
MilesMk1: #Well, considering some of them are dead to being with... Just grumbling, I wan an enemy I can shoot.#
MilesMk1: *does the same card procedure as with the last door*
OnlineHost: Thematrian1 rolled 15 6-sided dice: 5 1 5 3 1 1 2 4 6 3 2 3 4 5 6
OnlineHost: Thematrian1 rolled 2 6-sided dice: 1 3
Thematrian1: ::blat:: ::blat:: ::blat:: ::bzz-uzz::
Thematrian1: The card-reader goes dark
MilesMk1: #Damn#
Thematrian1: The door stays closed.
MilesMk1: *tries to open it using electronics*
Thematrian1: Heh. Historically that has gone well. Go for it.
MilesMk1: B/R or Electronics, or first one then the other?
Thematrian1: B/R, then Electronics
OnlineHost: MilesMk1 rolled 5 6-sided dice: 6 3 4 2 5
OnlineHost: MilesMk1 rolled 1 6-sided die: 6
OnlineHost: MilesMk1 rolled 1 6-sided die: 4
OnlineHost: MilesMk1 rolled 4 6-sided dice: 2 3 4 6
OnlineHost: MilesMk1 rolled 1 6-sided die: 4
MilesMk1: (-2 from microscopic vision if applicable)
Thematrian1: You remove the case with no difficulty. Five minutes of fiddly work later, the door opens. It probably will never close again.
EverGuard4: cos of pi/4 is rt2/2, right?
MilesMk1: Hey, I shoot people for a living. Given that, I rock at opening locks. ;-)
Thematrian1: (Yes, yes you do. I chose a TN of 10 for that =-O)
MilesMk1: (I don;t think Blake has ever failed to open a lock... yet.)
MilesMk1: So, the door opens, and?
Thematrian1: (Some day ::shakes fist:: )
Thematrian1: Beyond the door is another hallway, in a slightly different shade of greenish brown, glee.
Umbrafer: #Who did the decorating in this place?#
MilesMk1: #The military?#
MilesMk1: Any doors?
Thematrian1: Yep. Regular intervals, further apart than last time.
MilesMk1: And at the end of the hallway?
Thematrian1: A door. It's a long way away, though, with many intersections between here and there
MilesMk1: Khaaaan!
MilesMk1: *Move along, checking the endless doors and hallways*
OnlineHost: EverGuard4 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 4 2 1 5 6 3
Umbrafer: Mr. Noonian Singh does not appear.
OnlineHost: EverGuard4 rolled 1 6-sided die: 6
OnlineHost: EverGuard4 rolled 1 6-sided die: 5
OnlineHost: EverGuard4 rolled 5 6-sided dice: 6 5 3 3 6
OnlineHost: EverGuard4 rolled 2 6-sided dice: 4 2
Thematrian1: no, sure doesn't
Thematrian1: ::crash crash crash crash::
Thematrian1: The time is now 3:40 AM
MilesMk1: Sleep? Who needs sleep?
EverGuard4: me =\
Umbrafer: Sunrise is what time, again?
Thematrian1: 6:09
Thematrian1: according to these guys http://aa.usno.navy.mil/data/docs/RS_OneDay.html
Umbrafer: Good enough for me. I'm going to use the poor, dejected Schattenauge to take a look over at the village. Any change with them?
Thematrian1: Checking in on the one house with movement?
EverGuard4: night all... I need sleep before class/work tomorrow
EverGuard4 has left the room.
Umbrafer: Especially that one, but looking over all of it.
MilesMk1: Next time I take money to storm an underground military base, I'm getting a thunderbird equipped with some bunker-buster bombs.
Thematrian1: ok, roll Perception
OnlineHost: Umbrafer rolled 7 6-sided dice: 5 1 2 6 4 3 2
OnlineHost: Umbrafer rolled 1 6-sided die: 6
OnlineHost: Umbrafer rolled 1 6-sided die: 3
Thematrian1: Nothing. The town is quiet.
MilesMk1: Oh, god... I really need to go to sleep, I think.
MilesMk1: I don't know how you guys are doing, but I'm fading fast.
Umbrafer: Fading somewhat myself.
Thematrian1: Yeah, I've not been doing so great. Sleep tight everyone.
Umbrafer: *Waves* Sleep well.
Umbrafer: Thursday?