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Umbrafer (8:50:50 PM): Hm.
Umbrafer (8:50:54 PM): Now this is bizarre.
CirclMastr (8:50:56 PM): Hm?
Umbrafer (8:51:15 PM): By all rights, we should now be in a room occupied by my other screenname and Seiler.
Umbrafer (8:51:20 PM): But we aren't. Let me try that again.
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You are now in chat room “Chat testing.”
Umbrafer (8:52:11 PM): There we go.
Umbrafer (8:52:24 PM): Room snappy for everyone?
CirclMastr (8:52:45 PM): *Snaps*
Thematrian1 (8:53:01 PM): I was having multiple minutes of lag in another room, but it went away for rooms I didn't start
CirclMastr (8:58:34 PM): So, with any luck I should have a Monopoly update tonight.
CirclMastr (8:58:37 PM): But then, I have no luck.
Thematrian1 (8:58:50 PM): hey Jon, can I have a few MB of SotSW to do on-line coordination for my GURPS game. Mostly this would be character sheets, as no one can hang on to theirs.
Umbrafer (8:59:52 PM): Sure. Our hosting agreement says 400 megs, our control panel mysteriously says unlimited megs,
Umbrafer (8:59:53 PM): and our actual disk usage, while not as small as it once was, still falls quite short of either total.
Umbrafer (9:00:58 PM): Oh, but be careful about bandwidth. I mean, we're using almost .5% of it. We don't want to use it all up or anything.
Thematrian1 (9:01:09 PM): heh, fair enough
Thematrian1 (9:01:21 PM): I want to use up unlimited megs
Thematrian1 (9:01:26 PM): that'd be something to tell the grandkids about
Umbrafer (9:02:01 PM): I'm sure we could do it.
Umbrafer (9:02:30 PM): If nothing else, make a small forum, and invite some of the Dumpshock regulars and Polaris to converse about the rules.
Umbrafer (9:02:41 PM): I'm sure you'd hit unlimited megs in under five months.
Thematrian1 (9:03:53 PM): he hangs around on the WotC boards, as well
Thematrian1 (9:03:59 PM): no one likes him there, astonishingly enough
Umbrafer (9:04:07 PM): Ah, you still see him around?
Umbrafer (9:04:36 PM): Still have the same scintillating personality? Endearing mannerisms? Wonderful conversationalism?
Thematrian1 (9:06:11 PM): yeah, pretty much
Thematrian1 (9:06:28 PM): only he doesn't know D&D as well as Shadowrun (ha ha), so the whole thing was a bit of an embarassment
Umbrafer (9:06:33 PM): Heh
CirclMastr (9:07:10 PM): So is Fortune in SotSW now?
Umbrafer (9:08:13 PM): He's registered on the boards. I'm not sure if he's joining as a player or not. We're probably gaining two players at the start of next run, though.
Umbrafer (9:08:43 PM): Anyway. You fellows have some money to launder.
Umbrafer (9:09:05 PM): When we last left off, you were sitting in a diner out of last century eating real meat and taking decades off of your lifespans.
CirclMastr (9:09:24 PM): What's infinity - 10x?
Umbrafer (9:09:37 PM): About 3.
Umbrafer (9:09:47 PM): Since your projected lifespan due to your career is measured in single digits anyway, and low ones at that, you don't feel terribly concerned.
CirclMastr (9:11:32 PM): True.
Thematrian1 (9:11:52 PM): ::chomp, chew...but with perfect poise::
CirclMastr (9:12:44 PM): ::doesn't chomp, and chews slowly::
Umbrafer (9:14:58 PM): You munch.
Thematrian1 (9:15:13 PM): ::wait wait wait::
CirclMastr (9:15:35 PM): "So, what do we do next?"
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CirclMastr (9:16:10 PM): (Stupid escape key)
Thematrian1 (9:16:22 PM): "Wait for my spirit. Go home. Sleep. Savor this food."
Thematrian1 (9:16:24 PM): ::shrug::
Thematrian1 (9:16:38 PM): "As for me, at dawn I'll be in bed."
Umbrafer (9:17:52 PM): "Want a refill on that coffee, miss?" (You were drinking coffee, right?)
Thematrian1 (9:17:56 PM): oh yes
Thematrian1 (9:17:59 PM): "Thank you."
CirclMastr (9:19:05 PM): "I can't remember what it's like to be asleep."
Thematrian1 (9:19:08 PM): "In a while, we'll need to go somewhere else..."
CirclMastr (9:21:23 PM): "Why?"
Thematrian1 (9:21:57 PM): ::shrug:: "They'll start to wonder if we stay until dawn. Already we're a bit of an odd picture."
Umbrafer (9:26:29 PM): It's probably around 3:30 AM by now.
Thematrian1 (9:27:06 PM): ::yawn::
Thematrian1 (9:27:25 PM): Is it possible to send watchers to find spirits, the way I can find people?
Umbrafer (9:27:32 PM): During this time, an occasional trucker has stopped in. Some of them have clear datajacks.
Umbrafer (9:27:33 PM): Yes.
Thematrian1 (9:28:27 PM): ::eyes the place for bathrooms::
Umbrafer (9:29:35 PM): Sign indicates them as being down the back hall.
Thematrian1 (9:30:15 PM): ::smiles at her companions, gets up, heads there::
CirclMastr (9:30:54 PM): "Over fifty years old and I still haven't seen the inside of a ladies' room."
Thematrian1 (9:31:40 PM): if it's empty, I call up a watcher. No audience, so no ritual. F5, TN 7, all extra dice to drain
Thematrian1 (9:31:50 PM): uh
Thematrian1 (9:32:00 PM): ...dice isn't working
Umbrafer (9:32:21 PM): Unknown "//" command.
Umbrafer (9:32:34 PM): Ah, I know what the problem is.
Thematrian1 (9:32:37 PM): ?
Umbrafer (9:32:41 PM): We'll need to merge the logs, one moment.
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You are now in chat room “Shadows of the 6th World.”
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Thematrian1 (9:33:37 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 2 2 6 6 6 4
Umbrafer (9:33:38 PM): Umbrafer rolled 15 6-sided dice: 6 5 2 1 5 6 4 4 3 3 4 2 2 5 6
Umbrafer (9:33:44 PM): Umbrafer rolled 3 6-sided dice: 3 2 5
Thematrian1 (9:33:45 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 10 6-sided dice: 1 2 2 6 5 3 6 5 1 2
Umbrafer (9:33:50 PM): Got another bug report to file, I guess.
Thematrian1 (9:33:51 PM): 3 hours of service, no drain
Thematrian1 (9:34:27 PM): I give it the astral signature of my other spirit and tell it to find that spirit, get a report on its progress, return to me, and spill
CirclMastr (9:35:23 PM): ::wonders what other food there is to try::
Umbrafer (9:36:22 PM): If it's meat and greasy and would look at home somewhere in the South today, they've probably got it.
Umbrafer (9:38:17 PM): The Watcher is speaking with a particularly grating parody of a Southern accent, but it slouches off to do your bidding quickly enough.
CirclMastr (9:39:59 PM): ::flags the waitress and asks for a milkshake::
Umbrafer (9:40:00 PM): About thirty seconds later, it slouches back. "Boy's outside."
Umbrafer (9:40:11 PM): "Sure, hon. What kind?"
Thematrian1 (9:40:22 PM): ::tries not to cackle::
Thematrian1 (9:40:39 PM): I wander into the main room and turn on the ol' astral perception. Is this place warded?
CirclMastr (9:40:40 PM): "Chocolate."
Thematrian1 (9:40:51 PM): (wait, no)
Thematrian1 (9:40:57 PM): (if so, the Watcher wouldn't have gotten out)
CirclMastr (9:41:00 PM): (if it was, how'd the watcher get out?
Thematrian1 (9:41:03 PM): (the spirit just can't come in)
CirclMastr (9:41:04 PM): (Yeah, I be slow)
Thematrian1 (9:41:05 PM): (wrong domain)
Thematrian1 (9:41:07 PM): (doh)
Umbrafer (9:41:12 PM): ( :) )
Thematrian1 (9:41:22 PM): (I be a gud sum'ner)
Thematrian1 (9:41:38 PM): "I'm going to catch a breath of fresh air, look up at the sky. I'll be right back."
CirclMastr (9:41:49 PM): "Okay."
Thematrian1 (9:42:04 PM): ::heads out::
Thematrian1 (9:42:42 PM): My spirit is out there?
Umbrafer (9:43:57 PM): It is indeed. It appears to be having whatever the sky spirit equivalent of a smoke is, and relaxing between two buildings.
Thematrian1 (9:44:22 PM): ::wanders over, keeping eyes peeled::
Thematrian1 (9:44:26 PM): "What have you learned?"
Umbrafer (9:44:32 PM): Perception.
Thematrian1 (9:44:39 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 1 2 1 5 1 1
Thematrian1 (9:44:43 PM): ...
Thematrian1 (9:44:58 PM): if I scream really loud, you'll ride to my rescue, right?
CirclMastr (9:45:05 PM): Yeah.
Umbrafer (9:45:48 PM): "Nothin' much. They stopped thataway, 'bout twelve kilometers."
Umbrafer (9:46:16 PM): "Growly thing stopped makin' noise, and I came back."
Thematrian1 (9:46:26 PM): "Can you guide me to the place?"
Umbrafer (9:47:54 PM): That was a Remote Service, IIRC.
Thematrian1 (9:48:17 PM): yeah, it was.
Thematrian1 (9:48:20 PM): doh
Thematrian1 (9:48:30 PM): "Tell me more precisely, please."
Umbrafer (9:48:48 PM): "Sorry, ma'am, my job here's done." (that after "can you guide me" and before "tell me more precisely")
Thematrian1 (9:49:31 PM): "I understand."
Umbrafer (9:49:39 PM): "It was a big building near the water."
Umbrafer (9:50:02 PM): "Big walls on it. Bright, strong.
Umbrafer (9:50:05 PM): *"
Thematrian1 (9:50:17 PM): "Good, strong wards?"
Umbrafer (9:50:28 PM): "Yeah, those."
Thematrian1 (9:50:45 PM): ::think::
Thematrian1 (9:50:56 PM): "How tall?"
Umbrafer (9:51:32 PM): "Lots of wal… wards over the water, too. Tall? Oh, about…" *flies up to about four and a half stories up* "this tall?"
Thematrian1 (9:52:19 PM): (Lots of wards over the water? The fuck what?)
Thematrian1 (9:53:23 PM): "Thank you. You have done well. Go in peace."
Umbrafer (9:54:05 PM): It gives a wave and vanishes.
Thematrian1 (9:55:48 PM): ::heads back in, sits down, finishes her coffee in a gulp::
CirclMastr (9:56:17 PM): "What's the word?"
Thematrian1 (9:56:32 PM): "Odd. Feel up to a field trip tomorrow?"
CirclMastr (9:57:47 PM): "Sure thing."
CirclMastr (10:00:12 PM): "What do we do now?"
Thematrian1 (10:00:34 PM): "Finish the coffee, go home, and go to bed ::jaw-cracking yawn::"
CirclMastr (10:01:44 PM): "With or without a demonstration?" ::half-grin::
Thematrian1 (10:02:05 PM): ::one raised eyebrow::
CirclMastr (10:03:10 PM): "You said you had a bathtub and a healthy sense of skepticism."
Thematrian1 (10:04:07 PM): ::slow blink:: "Right, right. Let's hold off on that until after I've slept."
Thematrian1 (10:04:16 PM): "As it is, I'd be inclined to blame it on a hallucination."
CirclMastr (10:04:34 PM): "Alright."
Umbrafer (10:07:13 PM): "Any more coffee there?"
Thematrian1 (10:07:32 PM): ::eyebrow to MacLeod::
Thematrian1 (10:07:42 PM): "I think I'm done here."
CirclMastr (10:07:51 PM): "I'm ready to go."
Thematrian1 (10:08:07 PM): "Good. Coffee'll stunt your growth."
Thematrian1 (10:08:18 PM): "No thank you, ma'am"
Thematrian1 (10:08:22 PM): (unless it's a sir, you know)
Umbrafer (10:08:34 PM): (It isn't)
Umbrafer (10:10:11 PM): "Well, just pay at the counter when you're ready."
Thematrian1 (10:10:22 PM): "Thank you."
Umbrafer (10:12:41 PM): Outside, a street-cleaner bot rumbles by.
Thematrian1 (10:13:34 PM): "We can't talk here. Let's go."
Thematrian1 (10:13:40 PM): Can we split the bill three ways?
Umbrafer (10:14:08 PM): Yep, there's even a button for "split check".
Thematrian1 (10:15:01 PM): nice
Thematrian1 (10:15:06 PM): ::pushes the button::
Umbrafer (10:15:21 PM): Roll Computers.
Thematrian1 (10:15:34 PM): ::snicker::
Thematrian1 (10:15:37 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 4 5 4 1 5 3
Umbrafer (10:16:39 PM): The dang thing is hardly the most user-friendly checksplitter, but after one false start you manage to properly allocate everyone's bills. Glitch looks disappointed when you finally rearrange the bill such that he is paying for more
Umbrafer (10:16:43 PM): than one single coffee.
Umbrafer (10:18:06 PM): Now here's the point at which I figure out how much this should cost. Dave, don't suppose you remember suggested prices from the SSG, do you?
CirclMastr (10:18:54 PM): I have the book, let me check
Umbrafer (10:19:05 PM): (You kept that one?)
CirclMastr (10:19:24 PM): The guy buying them is having a helluva time actually getting me the money.
Umbrafer (10:19:31 PM): Heh
CirclMastr (10:19:51 PM): Food per person:
CirclMastr (10:20:01 PM): Vending machine meal: 2 nuyen
CirclMastr (10:20:08 PM): Fast food meal: 5-10
CirclMastr (10:20:17 PM): Breakfast or Lunch: 10-15
CirclMastr (10:20:28 PM): Dinner: 20-25
CirclMastr (10:20:37 PM): Dinner at a fancy restaurant: 100-200
Umbrafer (10:21:10 PM): So figure probably ¥20 or ¥25, considering the real meat? Sound reasonable?
Thematrian1 (10:21:20 PM): ::licks chops::
CirclMastr (10:21:23 PM): Sure. You're the GM, heh.
Umbrafer (10:21:43 PM): True enough. Ok, ¥20.
CirclMastr (10:22:55 PM): We've got 20 nuyen
Thematrian1 (10:23:08 PM): I should say so, even without using the credsticks we got from the "J"
Umbrafer (10:23:54 PM): IIRC, with one of those credsticks you could eat out for a year.
Thematrian1 (10:24:07 PM): mm, economy
Umbrafer (10:25:42 PM): "And the most obese Elf runner ever award goes to…"
Umbrafer (10:25:50 PM): Anyway.
Thematrian1 (10:25:52 PM): ?
Umbrafer (10:25:55 PM): You all pay up.
Umbrafer (10:26:02 PM): (If you ate here every day for a year)
Thematrian1 (10:26:09 PM): ah, indeed
CirclMastr (10:26:15 PM): Ooooh! I'll break out my obese rigger!
Umbrafer (10:27:47 PM): We will never speak of that again.
Umbrafer (10:28:08 PM): Worse yet, at the time you were working on that character, I had another player working on Fats, an overweight adept with all powers geased to eating junk food.
Umbrafer (10:28:11 PM): Anyway.
Thematrian1 (10:28:26 PM): (I saw that post! I feared the Fats)
Umbrafer (10:28:29 PM): You wander out into the street. It's now nearing 4:00 AM.
CirclMastr (10:28:49 PM): Obese rigger pales in comparison to tur-fucking-ducken.
Thematrian1 (10:28:52 PM): We have Glitch drive us home-ish. We make plans to meet...when?
Thematrian1 (10:29:01 PM): Ok, that would be obscene
Thematrian1 (10:29:07 PM): but as far as you know it was only turducken
Umbrafer (10:29:32 PM): I feel unclean now.
Umbrafer (10:31:47 PM): For once, it is not in fact raining.
CirclMastr (10:32:14 PM): ::gets dropped off a few kms from the zoo::
Thematrian1 (10:32:30 PM): ::settles for four blocks from home::
Thematrian1 (10:32:31 PM): but first
Thematrian1 (10:32:34 PM): another meeting
Umbrafer (10:35:07 PM): Silence fell upon the gathering.
CirclMastr (10:36:12 PM): Injuring three.
CirclMastr (10:37:29 PM): "So, when are we meeting next?"
Thematrian1 (10:37:39 PM): "When shall we three meet again?"
Umbrafer (10:38:26 PM): (Not much waiting for an "or in rain" here)
Thematrian1 (10:38:40 PM): (Ya)
CirclMastr (10:39:30 PM): "I'm ready whenever you are."
Thematrian1 (10:39:56 PM): ::nod:: "Let's make it tomorrow evening, then. You two are a good crew."
CirclMastr (10:41:20 PM): "Likewise."
Thematrian1 (10:42:07 PM): "This evening seven, here?"
CirclMastr (10:42:53 PM): "Sure."
Umbrafer (10:44:30 PM): You get dropped off at your respective locations, if there are no further negotiations/plans/etc.
CirclMastr (10:45:24 PM): ::sits around the zoo, playing on the Mac::
Thematrian1 (10:45:36 PM): ::crashes hard::
Umbrafer (10:45:42 PM): Oozes. They're everywhere. Can't stand 'em.
CirclMastr (10:46:08 PM): Mumble, mumble. I don't have a script, sorry.
Umbrafer (10:46:32 PM): Gem awakens at about 9:50, eyes aching from exhaustion still.
Umbrafer (10:46:46 PM): (AM)
Thematrian1 (10:47:03 PM): "Urgh"
CirclMastr (10:47:05 PM): Time to take some Long Haul.
CirclMastr (10:47:35 PM): ::gets the Easter Egg:: "I can never remember when I can use this..."
Umbrafer (10:48:44 PM): You've been killed by a Greater Nightmare (and yes, those projectiles are guided).
Umbrafer (10:48:59 PM): Gem tosses and turns a few times, but can't get back to sleep.
Umbrafer (10:49:18 PM): Her eyes still register their displeasure every time they're opened.
CirclMastr (10:49:39 PM): ::decides to switch to Marathon::
Thematrian1 (10:49:50 PM): "If this is poison, why couldn't it be the lethal kind?"
Umbrafer (10:50:11 PM): "The candle burns out for you. I am free."
Thematrian1 (10:50:36 PM): (That was to MacLeod, right?)
Umbrafer (10:50:41 PM): (Yep)
Thematrian1 (10:50:46 PM): (Good times)
CirclMastr (10:50:59 PM): "He escaped into the waves."
CirclMastr (10:51:34 PM): "I wonder if that's what I'm supposed to be..."
Umbrafer (10:51:37 PM): "Escape will make me God."
Umbrafer (10:51:51 PM): Gem lies there for a few more minutes.
CirclMastr (10:53:57 PM): "Tua consilia omnia nobis clariora sunt quam lux... Okay, not really. That's why I have my friends here."
Umbrafer (10:54:59 PM): After nearly an hour, sleep returns.
Umbrafer (10:56:17 PM): You wake up again, feeling somewhat better rested, at about 3:15 PM.
Thematrian1 (10:56:58 PM): "Better, better."
Thematrian1 (10:57:09 PM): ::food, bathing, clothing, that order::
Umbrafer (10:57:27 PM): You could still use another hour or so, but you get the feeling that you're not going to get it just yet. The rest of that goes smoothly.
Thematrian1 (10:59:26 PM): "I'll need some more soybread. Bah."
Umbrafer (11:00:31 PM): What Lifestyle?
Thematrian1 (11:00:32 PM): "Fresh fruit from China...those were the days."
Thematrian1 (11:00:42 PM): Medium IIRC
Umbrafer (11:00:51 PM): *Nods* You do need more soybread, then.
Umbrafer (11:01:18 PM): (If it were High, your bread, soy or wheat, would be delivered automatically to you)
Thematrian1 (11:01:38 PM): (Nice)
Thematrian1 (11:01:58 PM): "Now...soybread."
CirclMastr (11:02:00 PM): (But the grocery store companies won't let you open the fridge!)
Thematrian1 (11:02:06 PM): "How I hate this city."
CirclMastr (11:02:39 PM): ::having beaten Marathon and M2 by now, decides to walk on over to Gem's place::
Thematrian1 (11:03:02 PM): (I recommend calling me instead. I don't think I ever gave you my address)
Umbrafer (11:03:06 PM): (Er, I'm not sure you can really beat either one in eight hours)
Umbrafer (11:03:31 PM): (Well, maybe, but not both)
CirclMastr (11:03:55 PM): (You were the first one dropped off after the run)
Umbrafer (11:04:14 PM): (That gets you to within four blocks, but you don't know that)
CirclMastr (11:04:27 PM): (I don't know what?)
Thematrian1 (11:04:32 PM): (Yeah, but not at my home)
Umbrafer (11:04:47 PM): (That it's within four blocks. It could have been a kilometer away or more. She could have walked to the nearest monorail.)
CirclMastr (11:04:49 PM): (I just wander around then, I've got time)
CirclMastr (11:05:37 PM): (Either I'll find her place eventually or it'll pull a Purloined Letter where her neighbor tells her about a strange little boy in a trenchcoat wandering around)
Umbrafer (11:06:40 PM): Roll one eight-sided die.
CirclMastr (11:07:03 PM): CirclMastr rolled 1 8-sided die: 8
Thematrian1 (11:07:09 PM): woo?
CirclMastr (11:07:10 PM): That's either very good or very bad.
Umbrafer (11:07:11 PM): Ok. You wander around.
CirclMastr (11:08:05 PM): ::these boots were made for walking::
Thematrian1 (11:08:26 PM): ::this mouth was made for eating exotic fruit::
CirclMastr (11:08:29 PM): ::I've been riding through the desert on a horse with no name::
CirclMastr (11:08:37 PM): ::Do you know the way to San Jose::
Umbrafer (11:08:45 PM): All of a sudden, the sky opens and it starts raining men.
CirclMastr (11:08:56 PM): ::Oooooooooooooooooklahoma where the wind comes sweeping down the plains::
Thematrian1 (11:09:05 PM): ::and it hurts to have to watch a grown man cry::
Umbrafer (11:09:57 PM): You wander and wander and wander. When you're done wandering, you wander some more.
CirclMastr (11:10:07 PM): ::Walk in the rain, in the rain, in the rain, I walk in the rain, in the rain, why do I feel so alone? For some reason, I think I'm home::
CirclMastr (11:11:17 PM): ::I'm siinging in the rain, just siiinging in the rain::
Thematrian1 (11:11:38 PM): Is it possible to send city spirits grocery shopping? That is to say, can they look human enough to not freak people out, and are they smart enough to handle the mechanics when physical?
Umbrafer (11:12:02 PM): Yes and no.
CirclMastr (11:12:25 PM): ::insert line from some rain song::
Thematrian1 (11:12:26 PM): human enough, sure, but not smart enough?
Umbrafer (11:12:39 PM): Spirits of Man can look human enough (as can Ancestor Spirits, though that's neither here nor there). However, they can't always look normal-human enough.
Thematrian1 (11:12:47 PM): ::hey, ho, the wind and the rain, for the rain it raineth every day::
Umbrafer (11:12:56 PM): Smart enough is also a problem. Even the smart ones don't always "get" grocery stores.
Thematrian1 (11:13:05 PM): ::rain on the road, rain on her face, rain makes the road such a dangerous place...:
Thematrian1 (11:13:27 PM): Hm. I was hoping to be able to bank on their understanding of cities.
Umbrafer (11:13:53 PM): ::Sometimes love is wet and cold, similar to rain, just as hard to hold…::
Umbrafer (11:14:02 PM): They understand cities, yes.
Umbrafer (11:14:16 PM): Problem is, you can't always figure what part they understand.
Thematrian1 (11:14:27 PM): indeed
CirclMastr (11:14:30 PM): ::all these memories will be lost, like tears in rain:: So it's not a song line, it's still a fucking kickass scene in a fucking kickass movie.
Umbrafer (11:14:47 PM): For instance, you could get a haggling taxi-driver or inner-city-marketplace merchant Spirit of Man in a Stuffer Shack, where haggling is unheard of.
Umbrafer (11:14:55 PM): Etc.
Thematrian1 (11:15:25 PM): heh, I see
Umbrafer (11:16:06 PM): And, being the more human interaction, that kind of taxi-driver-spirit is more common, all in all.
CirclMastr (11:17:08 PM): ::rain rain go away, come again another day::
Umbrafer (11:17:53 PM): ::I'm only happy when it rains, I'm only happy when it's complicated, and though I know you can't appreciate it, I'm only happy when it rains…::
Umbrafer (11:19:32 PM): MacLeod wanders the city. Gem ponders how to get out of going to the grocery store.
Thematrian1 (11:20:32 PM): as she has done pretty much every day she's spent in Seattle
Umbrafer (11:20:50 PM): How long has she been out of soybread now?
Thematrian1 (11:21:16 PM): Heh. She usually gives up and buys it.
CirclMastr (11:21:23 PM): ::anywhere I wander, anywhere I roam, 'til I'm in the arms of my darling again, my heart will find no home::
Thematrian1 (11:21:26 PM): but there is always hope
Thematrian1 (11:21:45 PM): ::home, where my music's playing, home, where my love lies waiting silently for me::
CirclMastr (11:22:26 PM): ::show me the way to go home, I'm tired and I wanna go to bed, well I had a little drink about an hour ago and it's gone right to my head. Wherever I may roam, by land or sea or foam, you can always hear me singing this song
CirclMastr (11:22:30 PM): show me the way to go home::
Umbrafer (11:24:36 PM): ::Jesus, he's easy, the safest way to go home… hell, nothing's boring, never could panic alone…::
Thematrian1 (11:25:00 PM): ::Gives up and goes to buy more food::
CirclMastr (11:25:02 PM): Do I get to roll a d8 for an LS patrol to pick me up and give me a police cap and ice cream cone?
Umbrafer (11:25:59 PM): Sure.
CirclMastr (11:26:11 PM): CirclMastr rolled 1 8-sided die: 1
CirclMastr (11:26:21 PM): ...Boy, I'm rolling to the extremes tonight.
Umbrafer (11:26:33 PM): (This is going to end with dead 'Star, isn't it) Well, I guess it isn't, as you needed 6 or better for an ice cream cone.
CirclMastr (11:26:53 PM): Wait, so an 8 is bad, and a 1 is bad? What should I be hoping for here?
Thematrian1 (11:27:15 PM): For me to leave my building.
Umbrafer (11:27:17 PM): Everything's bad.
Umbrafer (11:27:30 PM): In the first case, it was a directional indicator.
CirclMastr (11:29:00 PM): So, Gem finally left for the store, am I found or will I be a lost little boy who gets ignored by all?
Umbrafer (11:29:41 PM): Lost little boy. Where's the grocery store Gem usually shops at?
Umbrafer (11:29:53 PM): And how does she get there?
Thematrian1 (11:30:10 PM): Walking, with a city spirit on standby
Umbrafer (11:31:18 PM): (I can see why she hates going. Carrying groceries back sucks)
Umbrafer (11:31:28 PM): Whereabouts is it?
Thematrian1 (11:31:30 PM): (Nah, I can get the spirit to do that)
CirclMastr (11:31:35 PM): It's one loaf of fake bread, how much can it weigh?
Umbrafer (11:31:36 PM): (Hehehe)
Umbrafer (11:31:52 PM): Presumably she buys things other than single loaves of fake bread at times.
Thematrian1 (11:31:55 PM): There's the bread, and the stuff in jars, and the liquids of various sorts.
Thematrian1 (11:32:00 PM): Oh, and the fake meat.
Thematrian1 (11:32:14 PM): And someday she'll find a place that sells real fruit
Umbrafer (11:32:22 PM): You get twenty things, seventeen of them soy. Two of the remaining three are krill.
Thematrian1 (11:33:15 PM): ::leads her spirit as he carries her stuff::
Umbrafer (11:33:35 PM): Both of you roll 3d6
Thematrian1 (11:33:39 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 3 6-sided dice: 1 5 4
Umbrafer (11:33:54 PM): Get within 4 of each other and you meet somewhere along the wayt.
Umbrafer (11:33:56 PM): *-t
CirclMastr (11:33:58 PM): CirclMastr rolled 3 6-sided dice: 4 2 2
Thematrian1 (11:34:01 PM): woo!
CirclMastr (11:34:06 PM): 8 and 10
Thematrian1 (11:34:16 PM): (Now: what were the odds of that?)
CirclMastr (11:34:33 PM): Really hard to calculate, I would imagine.
Umbrafer (11:34:40 PM): (Higher than they should have been. So it goes.)
CirclMastr (11:34:46 PM): It depends on one of the rolls, actually.
CirclMastr (11:35:08 PM): There are far fewer ways to roll within four of 1 1 1 than 3 4 3 or 3 4 4
Thematrian1 (11:35:09 PM): (I can calculate easily GIVEN that I rolled x, what're the odds that you'll roll within 4. And then take a weighted sum, I guess.
Thematrian1 (11:35:31 PM): (But that sounds suspiciously like work, and I've already done a lot of that today)
Umbrafer (11:35:35 PM): (Hehehe)
CirclMastr (11:35:42 PM): Anyway, we rolled within 2, so we rule.
Umbrafer (11:36:05 PM): "Play it, Sam. You played it for her, you can play it for me."
Umbrafer (11:36:11 PM): Perception, both of you.
Thematrian1 (11:36:14 PM): hah
Thematrian1 (11:36:16 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 2 3 5 4 4 5
CirclMastr (11:36:21 PM): CirclMastr rolled 4 6-sided dice: 4 2 5 4
Umbrafer (11:37:19 PM): Through the crowd, Gem catches a brief glimpse of a clown with garish face-paint. He's carrying three black balloons that float above him.
Thematrian1 (11:37:43 PM): Uh...huh.
CirclMastr (11:37:57 PM): I guess our TN was 6
Thematrian1 (11:38:09 PM): where's he going?
Umbrafer (11:38:26 PM): Right now, he's just standing there. It's hard to tell, but it looks like he's looking at you.
Thematrian1 (11:38:37 PM): uh...huh
CirclMastr (11:40:01 PM): ::I'
CirclMastr (11:40:04 PM): Ahem
CirclMastr (11:40:10 PM): ::I'm out of song lines::
Thematrian1 (11:40:32 PM): Well, if he's moving, I follow him.
Thematrian1 (11:40:36 PM): discreetly
Umbrafer (11:40:47 PM): Right now, he's just standing still.
Umbrafer (11:42:30 PM): Further actions?
Thematrian1 (11:42:46 PM): I'll assense him, while I'm about it
CirclMastr (11:42:49 PM): I guess I don't see Gem?
Umbrafer (11:43:04 PM): You saw Gem.
Thematrian1 (11:43:07 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 1 2 2 4 6 4
Umbrafer (11:43:39 PM): It's hard to get a good look at him through all the people.
CirclMastr (11:43:49 PM): You never told me that =/ ::heads toward Gem::
Umbrafer (11:43:55 PM): A lorry passes between you and him, and by the time it's clear, he's gone.
Thematrian1 (11:44:01 PM): wait, did I fail to assense him?
Umbrafer (11:44:31 PM): The glimpse you got didn't show anything out of the ordinary, but it was a brief glimpse
Thematrian1 (11:44:49 PM): so: not a mage, essence not absurdly low, &c?
Umbrafer (11:45:07 PM): Correct. But you couldn't really tell anything about condition, etc.
Thematrian1 (11:45:18 PM): (weird)
Umbrafer (11:47:09 PM): Actions?
Thematrian1 (11:47:38 PM): Um. Do I have his signature (not sure of the right term here)?
Thematrian1 (11:47:47 PM): And is MacLeod onto me yet>
Umbrafer (11:48:39 PM): He's found you. Signature: Iffy, very iffy. You might be able to recognize him, but it really was just a glimpse.
Umbrafer (11:49:02 PM): In normal space, he's pretty recognizable if he's still got the costume.
CirclMastr (11:49:03 PM): How about recognizing that it's a weirdo freak clown with balloons?
Umbrafer (11:49:10 PM): If not, all bets are off.
CirclMastr (11:49:34 PM): ::taps Gem on the shoulder::
Thematrian1 (11:49:47 PM): ::whirl:: ::breathe::
Thematrian1 (11:49:56 PM): "You're back."
CirclMastr (11:49:59 PM): "Something wrong?"
Thematrian1 (11:50:15 PM): "Thought maybe I was being watched. Maybe not."
Thematrian1 (11:50:44 PM): I need an unobserved corner to duck in to so I can summon a watcher. Any likely prospects nearby?
Umbrafer (11:51:10 PM): There's one public alley nearby.
Thematrian1 (11:51:38 PM): ::Gem heads for it, beckoning over her shoulder to MacLeod::
CirclMastr (11:51:50 PM): ::follows:: "What is it?"
Thematrian1 (11:52:39 PM): "The fellow who was watching me, unless he wasn't. I'm going to find him."
Thematrian1 (11:52:46 PM): (Watcher, F6, all dice to drain)
Thematrian1 (11:52:49 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 5 4 4 2 2 4
Thematrian1 (11:52:53 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 10 6-sided dice: 2 1 1 4 5 1 6 1 2 4
Umbrafer (11:53:00 PM): No Watcher for you.
Thematrian1 (11:53:07 PM): ::snaps her fingers, impatiently::
Thematrian1 (11:53:10 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 6 3 2 1 3 1
Thematrian1 (11:53:12 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 10 6-sided dice: 3 6 4 2 2 5 3 3 3 1
Thematrian1 (11:53:15 PM): (There we go)
Umbrafer (11:53:36 PM): Watcher. Slightly more peppy than usual, if airheaded.
Thematrian1 (11:54:43 PM): "There's a man I want you to find. He's wearing" ::doesn't blush, with effort:: "clownish face-paint, in the astral he looks like <this>"
Umbrafer (11:55:08 PM): "Okay!" *Flutter*
Thematrian1 (11:55:32 PM): ::shaking her head, gently::
Thematrian1 (11:55:43 PM): "So, what's happening?"
CirclMastr (11:56:50 PM): "Just wanted to see how you recovered from last night. Looks like you got some sleep."
Thematrian1 (11:57:32 PM): "Yes, lots. But I was low on food. Jeremy, here, " ::indicates her city spirit:: "offered to help out."
CirclMastr (11:58:13 PM): ::nods to the spirit:: "Mind some company walking home? No offense to Jeremy."
Thematrian1 (11:58:27 PM): ::ponder::
Thematrian1 (11:58:38 PM): Hey, I don't think I've ever assensed MacLeod. What does he look like?
Thematrian1 (11:58:40 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 6 1 4 1 1 2
CirclMastr (11:58:56 PM): So many 1's
Thematrian1 (11:59:11 PM): ::weep::
Umbrafer (11:59:43 PM): There's a sort of stain of annoyance held too long in his aura. Other than that, nothing much.
Thematrian1 (12:00:26 AM): No weird "in the end there can only be one" vibes? ;-)
CirclMastr (12:00:47 AM): You barely got 2 successes.
Thematrian1 (12:01:14 AM): yeah, true. Well, I'll give you another shot later.
Umbrafer (12:01:27 AM): You can tell a hawk from a handbag when the wind is westerly… unless you Assense it.
Thematrian1 (12:01:58 AM): "Yes, I'd like that."
CirclMastr (12:02:37 AM): ::smiles and offers his arm::
Umbrafer (12:02:48 AM): How tall is Gem again?
Thematrian1 (12:03:03 AM): 5'6'', 5'7'', in there
Thematrian1 (12:03:23 AM): ::goes with it::
Umbrafer (12:04:01 AM): He's probably a little on the short side for it, but it might work.
Umbrafer (12:05:23 AM): No further excitement on the walk home unless you make it happen.
Thematrian1 (12:05:37 AM): I don't. My watcher doesn't come back?
Umbrafer (12:06:58 AM): After about fifteen minutes it reports back, saying that it couldn't find anyone by that description.
Thematrian1 (12:07:10 AM): ::sigh:: oh well
Umbrafer (12:08:37 AM): You arrive, new soybread and other goods in hand.
Thematrian1 (12:08:41 AM): Ok, I need to go home for real, and go to bed
Umbrafer (12:08:52 AM): *Nods* Much the same here, when it comes down to it.
Umbrafer (12:08:55 AM): Tuesday?
Thematrian1 (12:09:01 AM): Tuesday
Umbrafer (12:09:11 AM): Also: is your family going to be at Arisia?
Thematrian1 (12:09:16 AM): Yeah
Thematrian1 (12:09:21 AM): Katie and Mike are going too
Thematrian1 (12:09:32 AM): me, I'm stuck here with the snow and the ugly
Umbrafer (12:09:42 AM): Ok. I'll try to hunt them down and give them the Christmas card we tried to send. It got returned for no apparent reason.
Umbrafer (12:09:44 AM): Aww
Thematrian1 (12:10:43 AM): ok, sleep well everyone
Umbrafer (12:10:49 AM): You too.
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Umbrafer (12:11:09 AM): Mmm, sleeeeeeeep…
Umbrafer (12:11:14 AM): 'Night. *Waves*
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Thematrian1 (9:33:37 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 2 2 6 6 6 4
Umbrafer (9:33:38 PM): Umbrafer rolled 15 6-sided dice: 6 5 2 1 5 6 4 4 3 3 4 2 2 5 6
Umbrafer (9:33:44 PM): Umbrafer rolled 3 6-sided dice: 3 2 5
Thematrian1 (9:33:45 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 10 6-sided dice: 1 2 2 6 5 3 6 5 1 2
Umbrafer (9:33:50 PM): Got another bug report to file, I guess.
Thematrian1 (9:33:51 PM): 3 hours of service, no drain
Thematrian1 (9:34:27 PM): I give it the astral signature of my other spirit and tell it to find that spirit, get a report on its progress, return to me, and spill
CirclMastr (9:35:23 PM): ::wonders what other food there is to try::
Umbrafer (9:36:22 PM): If it's meat and greasy and would look at home somewhere in the South today, they've probably got it.
Umbrafer (9:38:17 PM): The Watcher is speaking with a particularly grating parody of a Southern accent, but it slouches off to do your bidding quickly enough.
CirclMastr (9:39:59 PM): ::flags the waitress and asks for a milkshake::
Umbrafer (9:40:00 PM): About thirty seconds later, it slouches back. "Boy's outside."
Umbrafer (9:40:11 PM): "Sure, hon. What kind?"
Thematrian1 (9:40:22 PM): ::tries not to cackle::
Thematrian1 (9:40:39 PM): I wander into the main room and turn on the ol' astral perception. Is this place warded?
CirclMastr (9:40:40 PM): "Chocolate."
Thematrian1 (9:40:51 PM): (wait, no)
Thematrian1 (9:40:57 PM): (if so, the Watcher wouldn't have gotten out)
CirclMastr (9:41:00 PM): (if it was, how'd the watcher get out?
Thematrian1 (9:41:03 PM): (the spirit just can't come in)
CirclMastr (9:41:04 PM): (Yeah, I be slow)
Thematrian1 (9:41:05 PM): (wrong domain)
Thematrian1 (9:41:07 PM): (doh)
Umbrafer (9:41:12 PM): ( :) )
Thematrian1 (9:41:22 PM): (I be a gud sum'ner)
Thematrian1 (9:41:38 PM): "I'm going to catch a breath of fresh air, look up at the sky. I'll be right back."
CirclMastr (9:41:49 PM): "Okay."
Thematrian1 (9:42:04 PM): ::heads out::
Thematrian1 (9:42:42 PM): My spirit is out there?
Umbrafer (9:43:57 PM): It is indeed. It appears to be having whatever the sky spirit equivalent of a smoke is, and relaxing between two buildings.
Thematrian1 (9:44:22 PM): ::wanders over, keeping eyes peeled::
Thematrian1 (9:44:26 PM): "What have you learned?"
Umbrafer (9:44:32 PM): Perception.
Thematrian1 (9:44:39 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 1 2 1 5 1 1
Thematrian1 (9:44:43 PM): ...
Thematrian1 (9:44:58 PM): if I scream really loud, you'll ride to my rescue, right?
CirclMastr (9:45:05 PM): Yeah.
Umbrafer (9:45:48 PM): "Nothin' much. They stopped thataway, 'bout twelve kilometers."
Umbrafer (9:46:16 PM): "Growly thing stopped makin' noise, and I came back."
Thematrian1 (9:46:26 PM): "Can you guide me to the place?"
Umbrafer (9:47:54 PM): That was a Remote Service, IIRC.
Thematrian1 (9:48:17 PM): yeah, it was.
Thematrian1 (9:48:20 PM): doh
Thematrian1 (9:48:30 PM): "Tell me more precisely, please."
Umbrafer (9:48:48 PM): "Sorry, ma'am, my job here's done." (that after "can you guide me" and before "tell me more precisely")
Thematrian1 (9:49:31 PM): "I understand."
Umbrafer (9:49:39 PM): "It was a big building near the water."
Umbrafer (9:50:02 PM): "Big walls on it. Bright, strong.
Umbrafer (9:50:05 PM): *"
Thematrian1 (9:50:17 PM): "Good, strong wards?"
Umbrafer (9:50:28 PM): "Yeah, those."
Thematrian1 (9:50:45 PM): ::think::
Thematrian1 (9:50:56 PM): "How tall?"
Umbrafer (9:51:32 PM): "Lots of wal… wards over the water, too. Tall? Oh, about…" *flies up to about four and a half stories up* "this tall?"
Thematrian1 (9:52:19 PM): (Lots of wards over the water? The fuck what?)
Thematrian1 (9:53:23 PM): "Thank you. You have done well. Go in peace."
Umbrafer (9:54:05 PM): It gives a wave and vanishes.
Thematrian1 (9:55:48 PM): ::heads back in, sits down, finishes her coffee in a gulp::
CirclMastr (9:56:17 PM): "What's the word?"
Thematrian1 (9:56:32 PM): "Odd. Feel up to a field trip tomorrow?"
CirclMastr (9:57:47 PM): "Sure thing."
CirclMastr (10:00:12 PM): "What do we do now?"
Thematrian1 (10:00:34 PM): "Finish the coffee, go home, and go to bed ::jaw-cracking yawn::"
CirclMastr (10:01:44 PM): "With or without a demonstration?" ::half-grin::
Thematrian1 (10:02:05 PM): ::one raised eyebrow::
CirclMastr (10:03:10 PM): "You said you had a bathtub and a healthy sense of skepticism."
Thematrian1 (10:04:07 PM): ::slow blink:: "Right, right. Let's hold off on that until after I've slept."
Thematrian1 (10:04:16 PM): "As it is, I'd be inclined to blame it on a hallucination."
CirclMastr (10:04:34 PM): "Alright."
Umbrafer (10:07:13 PM): "Any more coffee there?"
Thematrian1 (10:07:32 PM): ::eyebrow to MacLeod::
Thematrian1 (10:07:42 PM): "I think I'm done here."
CirclMastr (10:07:51 PM): "I'm ready to go."
Thematrian1 (10:08:07 PM): "Good. Coffee'll stunt your growth."
Thematrian1 (10:08:18 PM): "No thank you, ma'am"
Thematrian1 (10:08:22 PM): (unless it's a sir, you know)
Umbrafer (10:08:34 PM): (It isn't)
Umbrafer (10:10:11 PM): "Well, just pay at the counter when you're ready."
Thematrian1 (10:10:22 PM): "Thank you."
Umbrafer (10:12:41 PM): Outside, a street-cleaner bot rumbles by.
Thematrian1 (10:13:34 PM): "We can't talk here. Let's go."
Thematrian1 (10:13:40 PM): Can we split the bill three ways?
Umbrafer (10:14:08 PM): Yep, there's even a button for "split check".
Thematrian1 (10:15:01 PM): nice
Thematrian1 (10:15:06 PM): ::pushes the button::
Umbrafer (10:15:21 PM): Roll Computers.
Thematrian1 (10:15:34 PM): ::snicker::
Thematrian1 (10:15:37 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 4 5 4 1 5 3
Umbrafer (10:16:39 PM): The dang thing is hardly the most user-friendly checksplitter, but after one false start you manage to properly allocate everyone's bills. Glitch looks disappointed when you finally rearrange the bill such that he is paying for more
Umbrafer (10:16:43 PM): than one single coffee.
Umbrafer (10:18:06 PM): Now here's the point at which I figure out how much this should cost. Dave, don't suppose you remember suggested prices from the SSG, do you?
CirclMastr (10:18:54 PM): I have the book, let me check
Umbrafer (10:19:05 PM): (You kept that one?)
CirclMastr (10:19:24 PM): The guy buying them is having a helluva time actually getting me the money.
Umbrafer (10:19:31 PM): Heh
CirclMastr (10:19:51 PM): Food per person:
CirclMastr (10:20:01 PM): Vending machine meal: 2 nuyen
CirclMastr (10:20:08 PM): Fast food meal: 5-10
CirclMastr (10:20:17 PM): Breakfast or Lunch: 10-15
CirclMastr (10:20:28 PM): Dinner: 20-25
CirclMastr (10:20:37 PM): Dinner at a fancy restaurant: 100-200
Umbrafer (10:21:10 PM): So figure probably ¥20 or ¥25, considering the real meat? Sound reasonable?
Thematrian1 (10:21:20 PM): ::licks chops::
CirclMastr (10:21:23 PM): Sure. You're the GM, heh.
Umbrafer (10:21:43 PM): True enough. Ok, ¥20.
CirclMastr (10:22:55 PM): We've got 20 nuyen
Thematrian1 (10:23:08 PM): I should say so, even without using the credsticks we got from the "J"
Umbrafer (10:23:54 PM): IIRC, with one of those credsticks you could eat out for a year.
Thematrian1 (10:24:07 PM): mm, economy
Umbrafer (10:25:42 PM): "And the most obese Elf runner ever award goes to…"
Umbrafer (10:25:50 PM): Anyway.
Thematrian1 (10:25:52 PM): ?
Umbrafer (10:25:55 PM): You all pay up.
Umbrafer (10:26:02 PM): (If you ate here every day for a year)
Thematrian1 (10:26:09 PM): ah, indeed
CirclMastr (10:26:15 PM): Ooooh! I'll break out my obese rigger!
Umbrafer (10:27:47 PM): We will never speak of that again.
Umbrafer (10:28:08 PM): Worse yet, at the time you were working on that character, I had another player working on Fats, an overweight adept with all powers geased to eating junk food.
Umbrafer (10:28:11 PM): Anyway.
Thematrian1 (10:28:26 PM): (I saw that post! I feared the Fats)
Umbrafer (10:28:29 PM): You wander out into the street. It's now nearing 4:00 AM.
CirclMastr (10:28:49 PM): Obese rigger pales in comparison to tur-fucking-ducken.
Thematrian1 (10:28:52 PM): We have Glitch drive us home-ish. We make plans to meet...when?
Thematrian1 (10:29:01 PM): Ok, that would be obscene
Thematrian1 (10:29:07 PM): but as far as you know it was only turducken
Umbrafer (10:29:32 PM): I feel unclean now.
Umbrafer (10:31:47 PM): For once, it is not in fact raining.
CirclMastr (10:32:14 PM): ::gets dropped off a few kms from the zoo::
Thematrian1 (10:32:30 PM): ::settles for four blocks from home::
Thematrian1 (10:32:31 PM): but first
Thematrian1 (10:32:34 PM): another meeting
Umbrafer (10:35:07 PM): Silence fell upon the gathering.
CirclMastr (10:36:12 PM): Injuring three.
CirclMastr (10:37:29 PM): "So, when are we meeting next?"
Thematrian1 (10:37:39 PM): "When shall we three meet again?"
Umbrafer (10:38:26 PM): (Not much waiting for an "or in rain" here)
Thematrian1 (10:38:40 PM): (Ya)
CirclMastr (10:39:30 PM): "I'm ready whenever you are."
Thematrian1 (10:39:56 PM): ::nod:: "Let's make it tomorrow evening, then. You two are a good crew."
CirclMastr (10:41:20 PM): "Likewise."
Thematrian1 (10:42:07 PM): "This evening seven, here?"
CirclMastr (10:42:53 PM): "Sure."
Umbrafer (10:44:30 PM): You get dropped off at your respective locations, if there are no further negotiations/plans/etc.
CirclMastr (10:45:24 PM): ::sits around the zoo, playing on the Mac::
Thematrian1 (10:45:36 PM): ::crashes hard::
Umbrafer (10:45:42 PM): Oozes. They're everywhere. Can't stand 'em.
CirclMastr (10:46:08 PM): Mumble, mumble. I don't have a script, sorry.
Umbrafer (10:46:32 PM): Gem awakens at about 9:50, eyes aching from exhaustion still.
Umbrafer (10:46:46 PM): (AM)
Thematrian1 (10:47:03 PM): "Urgh"
CirclMastr (10:47:05 PM): Time to take some Long Haul.
CirclMastr (10:47:35 PM): ::gets the Easter Egg:: "I can never remember when I can use this..."
Umbrafer (10:48:44 PM): You've been killed by a Greater Nightmare (and yes, those projectiles are guided).
Umbrafer (10:48:59 PM): Gem tosses and turns a few times, but can't get back to sleep.
Umbrafer (10:49:18 PM): Her eyes still register their displeasure every time they're opened.
CirclMastr (10:49:39 PM): ::decides to switch to Marathon::
Thematrian1 (10:49:50 PM): "If this is poison, why couldn't it be the lethal kind?"
Umbrafer (10:50:11 PM): "The candle burns out for you. I am free."
Thematrian1 (10:50:36 PM): (That was to MacLeod, right?)
Umbrafer (10:50:41 PM): (Yep)
Thematrian1 (10:50:46 PM): (Good times)
CirclMastr (10:50:59 PM): "He escaped into the waves."
CirclMastr (10:51:34 PM): "I wonder if that's what I'm supposed to be..."
Umbrafer (10:51:37 PM): "Escape will make me God."
Umbrafer (10:51:51 PM): Gem lies there for a few more minutes.
CirclMastr (10:53:57 PM): "Tua consilia omnia nobis clariora sunt quam lux... Okay, not really. That's why I have my friends here."
Umbrafer (10:54:59 PM): After nearly an hour, sleep returns.
Umbrafer (10:56:17 PM): You wake up again, feeling somewhat better rested, at about 3:15 PM.
Thematrian1 (10:56:58 PM): "Better, better."
Thematrian1 (10:57:09 PM): ::food, bathing, clothing, that order::
Umbrafer (10:57:27 PM): You could still use another hour or so, but you get the feeling that you're not going to get it just yet. The rest of that goes smoothly.
Thematrian1 (10:59:26 PM): "I'll need some more soybread. Bah."
Umbrafer (11:00:31 PM): What Lifestyle?
Thematrian1 (11:00:32 PM): "Fresh fruit from China...those were the days."
Thematrian1 (11:00:42 PM): Medium IIRC
Umbrafer (11:00:51 PM): *Nods* You do need more soybread, then.
Umbrafer (11:01:18 PM): (If it were High, your bread, soy or wheat, would be delivered automatically to you)
Thematrian1 (11:01:38 PM): (Nice)
Thematrian1 (11:01:58 PM): "Now...soybread."
CirclMastr (11:02:00 PM): (But the grocery store companies won't let you open the fridge!)
Thematrian1 (11:02:06 PM): "How I hate this city."
CirclMastr (11:02:39 PM): ::having beaten Marathon and M2 by now, decides to walk on over to Gem's place::
Thematrian1 (11:03:02 PM): (I recommend calling me instead. I don't think I ever gave you my address)
Umbrafer (11:03:06 PM): (Er, I'm not sure you can really beat either one in eight hours)
Umbrafer (11:03:31 PM): (Well, maybe, but not both)
CirclMastr (11:03:55 PM): (You were the first one dropped off after the run)
Umbrafer (11:04:14 PM): (That gets you to within four blocks, but you don't know that)
CirclMastr (11:04:27 PM): (I don't know what?)
Thematrian1 (11:04:32 PM): (Yeah, but not at my home)
Umbrafer (11:04:47 PM): (That it's within four blocks. It could have been a kilometer away or more. She could have walked to the nearest monorail.)
CirclMastr (11:04:49 PM): (I just wander around then, I've got time)
CirclMastr (11:05:37 PM): (Either I'll find her place eventually or it'll pull a Purloined Letter where her neighbor tells her about a strange little boy in a trenchcoat wandering around)
Umbrafer (11:06:40 PM): Roll one eight-sided die.
CirclMastr (11:07:03 PM): CirclMastr rolled 1 8-sided die: 8
Thematrian1 (11:07:09 PM): woo?
CirclMastr (11:07:10 PM): That's either very good or very bad.
Umbrafer (11:07:11 PM): Ok. You wander around.
CirclMastr (11:08:05 PM): ::these boots were made for walking::
Thematrian1 (11:08:26 PM): ::this mouth was made for eating exotic fruit::
CirclMastr (11:08:29 PM): ::I've been riding through the desert on a horse with no name::
CirclMastr (11:08:37 PM): ::Do you know the way to San Jose::
Umbrafer (11:08:45 PM): All of a sudden, the sky opens and it starts raining men.
CirclMastr (11:08:56 PM): ::Oooooooooooooooooklahoma where the wind comes sweeping down the plains::
Thematrian1 (11:09:05 PM): ::and it hurts to have to watch a grown man cry::
Umbrafer (11:09:57 PM): You wander and wander and wander. When you're done wandering, you wander some more.
CirclMastr (11:10:07 PM): ::Walk in the rain, in the rain, in the rain, I walk in the rain, in the rain, why do I feel so alone? For some reason, I think I'm home::
CirclMastr (11:11:17 PM): ::I'm siinging in the rain, just siiinging in the rain::
Thematrian1 (11:11:38 PM): Is it possible to send city spirits grocery shopping? That is to say, can they look human enough to not freak people out, and are they smart enough to handle the mechanics when physical?
Umbrafer (11:12:02 PM): Yes and no.
CirclMastr (11:12:25 PM): ::insert line from some rain song::
Thematrian1 (11:12:26 PM): human enough, sure, but not smart enough?
Umbrafer (11:12:39 PM): Spirits of Man can look human enough (as can Ancestor Spirits, though that's neither here nor there). However, they can't always look normal-human enough.
Thematrian1 (11:12:47 PM): ::hey, ho, the wind and the rain, for the rain it raineth every day::
Umbrafer (11:12:56 PM): Smart enough is also a problem. Even the smart ones don't always "get" grocery stores.
Thematrian1 (11:13:05 PM): ::rain on the road, rain on her face, rain makes the road such a dangerous place...:
Thematrian1 (11:13:27 PM): Hm. I was hoping to be able to bank on their understanding of cities.
Umbrafer (11:13:53 PM): ::Sometimes love is wet and cold, similar to rain, just as hard to hold…::
Umbrafer (11:14:02 PM): They understand cities, yes.
Umbrafer (11:14:16 PM): Problem is, you can't always figure what part they understand.
Thematrian1 (11:14:27 PM): indeed
CirclMastr (11:14:30 PM): ::all these memories will be lost, like tears in rain:: So it's not a song line, it's still a fucking kickass scene in a fucking kickass movie.
Umbrafer (11:14:47 PM): For instance, you could get a haggling taxi-driver or inner-city-marketplace merchant Spirit of Man in a Stuffer Shack, where haggling is unheard of.
Umbrafer (11:14:55 PM): Etc.
Thematrian1 (11:15:25 PM): heh, I see
Umbrafer (11:16:06 PM): And, being the more human interaction, that kind of taxi-driver-spirit is more common, all in all.
CirclMastr (11:17:08 PM): ::rain rain go away, come again another day::
Umbrafer (11:17:53 PM): ::I'm only happy when it rains, I'm only happy when it's complicated, and though I know you can't appreciate it, I'm only happy when it rains…::
Umbrafer (11:19:32 PM): MacLeod wanders the city. Gem ponders how to get out of going to the grocery store.
Thematrian1 (11:20:32 PM): as she has done pretty much every day she's spent in Seattle
Umbrafer (11:20:50 PM): How long has she been out of soybread now?
Thematrian1 (11:21:16 PM): Heh. She usually gives up and buys it.
CirclMastr (11:21:23 PM): ::anywhere I wander, anywhere I roam, 'til I'm in the arms of my darling again, my heart will find no home::
Thematrian1 (11:21:26 PM): but there is always hope
Thematrian1 (11:21:45 PM): ::home, where my music's playing, home, where my love lies waiting silently for me::
CirclMastr (11:22:26 PM): ::show me the way to go home, I'm tired and I wanna go to bed, well I had a little drink about an hour ago and it's gone right to my head. Wherever I may roam, by land or sea or foam, you can always hear me singing this song
CirclMastr (11:22:30 PM): show me the way to go home::
Umbrafer (11:24:36 PM): ::Jesus, he's easy, the safest way to go home… hell, nothing's boring, never could panic alone…::
Thematrian1 (11:25:00 PM): ::Gives up and goes to buy more food::
CirclMastr (11:25:02 PM): Do I get to roll a d8 for an LS patrol to pick me up and give me a police cap and ice cream cone?
Umbrafer (11:25:59 PM): Sure.
CirclMastr (11:26:11 PM): CirclMastr rolled 1 8-sided die: 1
CirclMastr (11:26:21 PM): ...Boy, I'm rolling to the extremes tonight.
Umbrafer (11:26:33 PM): (This is going to end with dead 'Star, isn't it) Well, I guess it isn't, as you needed 6 or better for an ice cream cone.
CirclMastr (11:26:53 PM): Wait, so an 8 is bad, and a 1 is bad? What should I be hoping for here?
Thematrian1 (11:27:15 PM): For me to leave my building.
Umbrafer (11:27:17 PM): Everything's bad.
Umbrafer (11:27:30 PM): In the first case, it was a directional indicator.
CirclMastr (11:29:00 PM): So, Gem finally left for the store, am I found or will I be a lost little boy who gets ignored by all?
Umbrafer (11:29:41 PM): Lost little boy. Where's the grocery store Gem usually shops at?
Umbrafer (11:29:53 PM): And how does she get there?
Thematrian1 (11:30:10 PM): Walking, with a city spirit on standby
Umbrafer (11:31:18 PM): (I can see why she hates going. Carrying groceries back sucks)
Umbrafer (11:31:28 PM): Whereabouts is it?
Thematrian1 (11:31:30 PM): (Nah, I can get the spirit to do that)
CirclMastr (11:31:35 PM): It's one loaf of fake bread, how much can it weigh?
Umbrafer (11:31:36 PM): (Hehehe)
Umbrafer (11:31:52 PM): Presumably she buys things other than single loaves of fake bread at times.
Thematrian1 (11:31:55 PM): There's the bread, and the stuff in jars, and the liquids of various sorts.
Thematrian1 (11:32:00 PM): Oh, and the fake meat.
Thematrian1 (11:32:14 PM): And someday she'll find a place that sells real fruit
Umbrafer (11:32:22 PM): You get twenty things, seventeen of them soy. Two of the remaining three are krill.
Thematrian1 (11:33:15 PM): ::leads her spirit as he carries her stuff::
Umbrafer (11:33:35 PM): Both of you roll 3d6
Thematrian1 (11:33:39 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 3 6-sided dice: 1 5 4
Umbrafer (11:33:54 PM): Get within 4 of each other and you meet somewhere along the wayt.
Umbrafer (11:33:56 PM): *-t
CirclMastr (11:33:58 PM): CirclMastr rolled 3 6-sided dice: 4 2 2
Thematrian1 (11:34:01 PM): woo!
CirclMastr (11:34:06 PM): 8 and 10
Thematrian1 (11:34:16 PM): (Now: what were the odds of that?)
CirclMastr (11:34:33 PM): Really hard to calculate, I would imagine.
Umbrafer (11:34:40 PM): (Higher than they should have been. So it goes.)
CirclMastr (11:34:46 PM): It depends on one of the rolls, actually.
CirclMastr (11:35:08 PM): There are far fewer ways to roll within four of 1 1 1 than 3 4 3 or 3 4 4
Thematrian1 (11:35:09 PM): (I can calculate easily GIVEN that I rolled x, what're the odds that you'll roll within 4. And then take a weighted sum, I guess.
Thematrian1 (11:35:31 PM): (But that sounds suspiciously like work, and I've already done a lot of that today)
Umbrafer (11:35:35 PM): (Hehehe)
CirclMastr (11:35:42 PM): Anyway, we rolled within 2, so we rule.
Umbrafer (11:36:05 PM): "Play it, Sam. You played it for her, you can play it for me."
Umbrafer (11:36:11 PM): Perception, both of you.
Thematrian1 (11:36:14 PM): hah
Thematrian1 (11:36:16 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 2 3 5 4 4 5
CirclMastr (11:36:21 PM): CirclMastr rolled 4 6-sided dice: 4 2 5 4
Umbrafer (11:37:19 PM): Through the crowd, Gem catches a brief glimpse of a clown with garish face-paint. He's carrying three black balloons that float above him.
Thematrian1 (11:37:43 PM): Uh...huh.
CirclMastr (11:37:57 PM): I guess our TN was 6
Thematrian1 (11:38:09 PM): where's he going?
Umbrafer (11:38:26 PM): Right now, he's just standing there. It's hard to tell, but it looks like he's looking at you.
Thematrian1 (11:38:37 PM): uh...huh
CirclMastr (11:40:01 PM): ::I'
CirclMastr (11:40:04 PM): Ahem
CirclMastr (11:40:10 PM): ::I'm out of song lines::
Thematrian1 (11:40:32 PM): Well, if he's moving, I follow him.
Thematrian1 (11:40:36 PM): discreetly
Umbrafer (11:40:47 PM): Right now, he's just standing still.
Umbrafer (11:42:30 PM): Further actions?
Thematrian1 (11:42:46 PM): I'll assense him, while I'm about it
CirclMastr (11:42:49 PM): I guess I don't see Gem?
Umbrafer (11:43:04 PM): You saw Gem.
Thematrian1 (11:43:07 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 1 2 2 4 6 4
Umbrafer (11:43:39 PM): It's hard to get a good look at him through all the people.
CirclMastr (11:43:49 PM): You never told me that =/ ::heads toward Gem::
Umbrafer (11:43:55 PM): A lorry passes between you and him, and by the time it's clear, he's gone.
Thematrian1 (11:44:01 PM): wait, did I fail to assense him?
Umbrafer (11:44:31 PM): The glimpse you got didn't show anything out of the ordinary, but it was a brief glimpse
Thematrian1 (11:44:49 PM): so: not a mage, essence not absurdly low, &c?
Umbrafer (11:45:07 PM): Correct. But you couldn't really tell anything about condition, etc.
Thematrian1 (11:45:18 PM): (weird)
Umbrafer (11:47:09 PM): Actions?
Thematrian1 (11:47:38 PM): Um. Do I have his signature (not sure of the right term here)?
Thematrian1 (11:47:47 PM): And is MacLeod onto me yet>
Umbrafer (11:48:39 PM): He's found you. Signature: Iffy, very iffy. You might be able to recognize him, but it really was just a glimpse.
Umbrafer (11:49:02 PM): In normal space, he's pretty recognizable if he's still got the costume.
CirclMastr (11:49:03 PM): How about recognizing that it's a weirdo freak clown with balloons?
Umbrafer (11:49:10 PM): If not, all bets are off.
CirclMastr (11:49:34 PM): ::taps Gem on the shoulder::
Thematrian1 (11:49:47 PM): ::whirl:: ::breathe::
Thematrian1 (11:49:56 PM): "You're back."
CirclMastr (11:49:59 PM): "Something wrong?"
Thematrian1 (11:50:15 PM): "Thought maybe I was being watched. Maybe not."
Thematrian1 (11:50:44 PM): I need an unobserved corner to duck in to so I can summon a watcher. Any likely prospects nearby?
Umbrafer (11:51:10 PM): There's one public alley nearby.
Thematrian1 (11:51:38 PM): ::Gem heads for it, beckoning over her shoulder to MacLeod::
CirclMastr (11:51:50 PM): ::follows:: "What is it?"
Thematrian1 (11:52:39 PM): "The fellow who was watching me, unless he wasn't. I'm going to find him."
Thematrian1 (11:52:46 PM): (Watcher, F6, all dice to drain)
Thematrian1 (11:52:49 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 5 4 4 2 2 4
Thematrian1 (11:52:53 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 10 6-sided dice: 2 1 1 4 5 1 6 1 2 4
Umbrafer (11:53:00 PM): No Watcher for you.
Thematrian1 (11:53:07 PM): ::snaps her fingers, impatiently::
Thematrian1 (11:53:10 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 6 3 2 1 3 1
Thematrian1 (11:53:12 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 10 6-sided dice: 3 6 4 2 2 5 3 3 3 1
Thematrian1 (11:53:15 PM): (There we go)
Umbrafer (11:53:36 PM): Watcher. Slightly more peppy than usual, if airheaded.
Thematrian1 (11:54:43 PM): "There's a man I want you to find. He's wearing" ::doesn't blush, with effort:: "clownish face-paint, in the astral he looks like <this>"
Umbrafer (11:55:08 PM): "Okay!" *Flutter*
Thematrian1 (11:55:32 PM): ::shaking her head, gently::
Thematrian1 (11:55:43 PM): "So, what's happening?"
CirclMastr (11:56:50 PM): "Just wanted to see how you recovered from last night. Looks like you got some sleep."
Thematrian1 (11:57:32 PM): "Yes, lots. But I was low on food. Jeremy, here, " ::indicates her city spirit:: "offered to help out."
CirclMastr (11:58:13 PM): ::nods to the spirit:: "Mind some company walking home? No offense to Jeremy."
Thematrian1 (11:58:27 PM): ::ponder::
Thematrian1 (11:58:38 PM): Hey, I don't think I've ever assensed MacLeod. What does he look like?
Thematrian1 (11:58:40 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 6 1 4 1 1 2
CirclMastr (11:58:56 PM): So many 1's
Thematrian1 (11:59:11 PM): ::weep::
Umbrafer (11:59:43 PM): There's a sort of stain of annoyance held too long in his aura. Other than that, nothing much.
Thematrian1 (12:00:26 AM): No weird "in the end there can only be one" vibes? ;-)
CirclMastr (12:00:47 AM): You barely got 2 successes.
Thematrian1 (12:01:14 AM): yeah, true. Well, I'll give you another shot later.
Umbrafer (12:01:27 AM): You can tell a hawk from a handbag when the wind is westerly… unless you Assense it.
Thematrian1 (12:01:58 AM): "Yes, I'd like that."
CirclMastr (12:02:37 AM): ::smiles and offers his arm::
Umbrafer (12:02:48 AM): How tall is Gem again?
Thematrian1 (12:03:03 AM): 5'6'', 5'7'', in there
Thematrian1 (12:03:23 AM): ::goes with it::
Umbrafer (12:04:01 AM): He's probably a little on the short side for it, but it might work.
Umbrafer (12:05:23 AM): No further excitement on the walk home unless you make it happen.
Thematrian1 (12:05:37 AM): I don't. My watcher doesn't come back?
Umbrafer (12:06:58 AM): After about fifteen minutes it reports back, saying that it couldn't find anyone by that description.
Thematrian1 (12:07:10 AM): ::sigh:: oh well
Umbrafer (12:08:37 AM): You arrive, new soybread and other goods in hand.
Thematrian1 (12:08:41 AM): Ok, I need to go home for real, and go to bed
Umbrafer (12:08:52 AM): *Nods* Much the same here, when it comes down to it.
Umbrafer (12:08:55 AM): Tuesday?
Thematrian1 (12:09:01 AM): Tuesday
Umbrafer (12:09:11 AM): Also: is your family going to be at Arisia?
Thematrian1 (12:09:16 AM): Yeah
Thematrian1 (12:09:21 AM): Katie and Mike are going too
Thematrian1 (12:09:32 AM): me, I'm stuck here with the snow and the ugly
Umbrafer (12:09:42 AM): Ok. I'll try to hunt them down and give them the Christmas card we tried to send. It got returned for no apparent reason.
Umbrafer (12:09:44 AM): Aww
Thematrian1 (12:10:43 AM): ok, sleep well everyone
Umbrafer (12:10:49 AM): You too.
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Umbrafer (12:11:09 AM): Mmm, sleeeeeeeep…
Umbrafer (12:11:14 AM): 'Night. *Waves*
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