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Umbrafer (8:35:15 PM): Arr.
MilesMk1 (8:36:06 PM): ...here there be monsters, matey?
Thematrian1 (8:36:35 PM): not that you've seen
MilesMk1 (8:37:15 PM): Heh. Pirates of the Carribean was on cable yesterday, and free association's kicking in. I love that movie...
MilesMk1 (8:37:29 PM): Did we just lose Adam, or will he return?
Thematrian1 (8:37:36 PM): as well you should
Thematrian1 (8:37:47 PM): a fine and worthy question
Umbrafer (8:38:12 PM): He ought to return. I'll give him a call if he doesn't momentarily.
Umbrafer (8:38:35 PM): Also, formatting any sort of code-like thing for IM windows is a bitch.
MilesMk1 (8:39:20 PM): I'll remember that in case I ever come across this "IM windows" you speak of.
MilesMk1 (8:39:35 PM): Dig Dragcrell get an invite?
Thematrian1 (8:39:39 PM): yeah
Dragcrell has entered the chat room.

Dragcrell (8:39:45 PM): lol sorry Spiderman 2 was on
MilesMk1 (8:39:48 PM): Hehe...
Thematrian1 (8:39:56 PM): not a problem, we're still short a player
Dragcrell (8:40:28 PM): ok brb have to get some dogfood and cat food in ^_^
Thematrian1 (8:40:33 PM): Sigrun was talking to someone else, someone Alex didn't recognize, via Transducer. Rock was off by himself, doing Rock things; Trickster was...in the makeshift bedroom?
Thematrian1 (8:40:38 PM): (ok, see you)
MilesMk1 (8:41:07 PM): What was his name... Spinner? Splitter? Shredder?
MilesMk1 (8:41:37 PM): Wasn't Shredder, no one made a TMNT reference...
Thematrian1 (8:41:54 PM): that's not necessarily indicative
MilesMk1 (8:42:32 PM): Aha! Twister.
Thematrian1 (8:42:36 PM): yep
MilesMk1 (8:42:51 PM): But Shred was mentioned as one of the possible but incorrect names.
MilesMk1 (8:43:04 PM): *pats subconscious*
Thematrian1 (8:47:45 PM): Jon, would you please call Adam?
Umbrafer (8:48:20 PM): Just did. Unfortunately it sounds like if he's going to be around it will be later.
Thematrian1 (8:48:34 PM): that's right, Trickster wsa eating all the leftover food
Thematrian1 (8:48:49 PM): aha. Well, Rock is in his room in a trance. This actually works out well
Umbrafer (8:49:12 PM): Hehehe
Thematrian1 (8:50:25 PM): everyone else was watching Sigrun and Twister engage in telepathy
Umbrafer (8:52:57 PM): *Watch watch watch*
Thematrian1 (8:53:14 PM): Sigrun's face reveals nothing
MilesMk1 (8:54:07 PM): I don't like this guy very much... He sounded pushy and unappreciative of my brilliant transducer idea. I watch him closely.
Thematrian1 (8:54:27 PM): Trickster: there wasn't much food, mostly of the jerky persuasion, and now it's gone
Dragcrell (8:54:52 PM): (and good timeing back *looks around for a hiddne camra*)
Thematrian1 (8:55:38 PM): roll Perception to do that search
Dragcrell (8:56:27 PM): (lol rl look considering your timeing of that bit abrou the food I had sat down :3))
MilesMk1 (8:56:39 PM): Me or Trickster?
MilesMk1 (8:56:59 PM): Oh. Never mind... Hah. I'm out of it.
Dragcrell (8:57:15 PM): ( yes you are so is the GM I think ;3))
Thematrian1 (8:57:42 PM): (Heh, I wanted to know how many RL perception dice you had ;-))
Thematrian1 (8:58:06 PM): Twister unplugs, and hands the cable back to Alex. "Thanks," he says, looking at no one in particular
Dragcrell (8:58:15 PM): *goes scrounging around for something to eat but remaing with in the building*
Dragcrell (8:58:44 PM): (lol)
Umbrafer (8:59:36 PM): *Plugs back in* #Where were we.#
Umbrafer (9:00:53 PM): #I'll check out Arty, try to make sure he's on the level. In the meantime, they said there wasn't much food around here—know any good places around to raid?#
Thematrian1 (9:01:48 PM): #Stuffer shacks up and down the street, probably some fast food places#
Thematrian1 (9:02:04 PM): #Check my desk, I had a whole list of order-out places there#
Umbrafer (9:02:13 PM): #If we can't figure out how to get you out of this we may need to find a feeding tube…#
Umbrafer (9:02:22 PM): (Add a "soon" after "this")
Umbrafer (9:02:49 PM): #Got it.#
Thematrian1 (9:03:39 PM): Trickster: Rock is sitting on his cot with his eyes closed, breathing shallowly and evenly
Dragcrell (9:04:17 PM): any one else around?
Thematrian1 (9:05:51 PM): no
Umbrafer (9:09:15 PM): #Anything I can do you for you in the meantime?#
Dragcrell (9:10:24 PM): Dragcrell rolled 5 6-sided dice: 2 3 1 6 1
Dragcrell (9:10:35 PM): Dragcrell rolled 1 6-sided die: 4
Thematrian1 (9:11:26 PM): #Get Serlin in here, I want to talk to him#
Umbrafer (9:12:11 PM): #Got it.# (Do I recognize him?)
Thematrian1 (9:12:38 PM): (You do. Just a mechanic, but a competent one.)
Umbrafer (9:13:45 PM): #We'll check in regularly, let us know if you need anything.#
Thematrian1 (9:14:00 PM): #I need a magical antivenom, is what I need#
Umbrafer (9:14:36 PM): #Heh, working on it.#
Umbrafer (9:15:16 PM): *Jacks out, offers other end of transducer to Blake*
MilesMk1 (9:16:31 PM): Not sure I follow... Alex wants to talk to me via transducer, or wants me to talk to Sigrun?
Umbrafer (9:16:56 PM): Sorry, wanting to talk to you
MilesMk1 (9:17:12 PM): *plugs his transducer back in, connects with Alex*
MilesMk1 (9:17:26 PM): #What's up?#
Umbrafer (9:18:20 PM): #Until we're sure of Arty, this is probably safer. I need to find someone Sigrun wants to talk to, then we should try to get this place some food. Any thoughts on how we can figure out if he's on the level?#
MilesMk1 (9:20:26 PM): #Tell someone point-blank that Sigrun doesn't know him, and see how they react? I'm not much good at reading magicians... Wish Rock wasn't out of it. Though he seemed to think Arty was ok...#
MilesMk1 (9:21:13 PM): #When Sigrun talked to Twizzler, or whatever, did she ask who Arty was and what he was doing here?#
Umbrafer (9:21:46 PM): #No clue, I didn't ask and she didn't tell.#
Umbrafer (9:24:18 PM): #We'll figure something out. Watch yourself around him, though.#
MilesMk1 (9:24:46 PM): #Maybe mention it to her before she talks to whoever it is you're supposed to find for her?#
Umbrafer (9:25:24 PM): #Got it.#
MilesMk1 (9:25:36 PM): #As far as food and water go... Who's going to go, besides me? It'd be nice if she'd delegate some of her folks to do the heavy lifting if we're going to help them get food.#
Umbrafer (9:26:32 PM): #We should ask around, I'm sure we'll get some volunteers. I can drive, at least#
MilesMk1 (9:26:37 PM): #And I'm glad to help, but there' some people I'll need to look in as soon as things here even remotely stabilize.#
Umbrafer (9:26:56 PM): #I know. How far away, if you don't mind my asking?#
MilesMk1 (9:27:21 PM): #If you're driving, we need to get you some armor. This is the second time in three days something got inside the van and got at you. Plus, it really helps with the bugs...#
Thematrian1 (9:27:40 PM): actions?
Umbrafer (9:27:42 PM): #I'd suggest trying to get them here, but the thing with Arty has me worried. Apple, too.#
MilesMk1 (9:27:47 PM): (How far away is it to Ed's, Sam's, and the apartment Jerome is at?)
Umbrafer (9:27:57 PM): #I'll see if there's anything that'll fit me#
Umbrafer (9:28:09 PM): #Not sure it would have helped, though. Maybe I need a cocoon.#
Thematrian1 (9:28:38 PM): (With clear roads, between 15 minutes and a half an hours)
MilesMk1 (9:29:44 PM): #We'll need to figure something out... It's a 15 minute to 30 minute drive to most of the places I need to go. Most of these people can take care of themselves, but one of them was supposed to get me in touch with some mage able
MilesMk1 (9:30:20 PM): to lay down heavy wards, one is a very good friend, and I don't want to leave that kid Jerome hung out to dry... God, what a mess.#
Umbrafer (9:30:46 PM): #Yeah, this town went straight to hell.#
Umbrafer (9:30:55 PM): #Don't worry, we're not going to let the bugs get them.#
MilesMk1 (9:31:00 PM): #Actually, most of them are friends. I don't want to drag you all around town, but I'll need to check on them eventually.#
MilesMk1 (9:32:06 PM): #Someone needs to hack a few cell phone towers, get communications going... Shit. If they shut down the Matrix, the phones... How long before water and power go down?#
MilesMk1 (9:32:24 PM): #If this place is under quarantine, do you want contaminated sewage coming out?#
Umbrafer (9:32:37 PM): #What are partners for? Besides, more trustworthy people with us means more people watching our backs.#
Umbrafer (9:32:53 PM): #And I need to find Shojo myself.#
Umbrafer (9:33:05 PM): #One of the bugs might not be male, and then she'd be in trouble.#
MilesMk1 (9:33:12 PM): #Hah.#
Umbrafer (9:34:16 PM): #We'll see what we can do about towers, but some good radios might be better.#
Umbrafer (9:34:20 PM): #Were you ever a ham?#
MilesMk1 (9:35:14 PM): #Not really. Wish I was now, I'd know where to get the gear. But I'm sure we could work it...#
MilesMk1 (9:35:51 PM): #Well, let's get Sigrun this person she needs to talk to, and maybe ask her if she minds if I ask for volunteers to go food shopping.#
Umbrafer (9:36:05 PM): #Got it.# *Click*
Umbrafer (9:36:25 PM): *Goes to find Serlin
MilesMk1 (9:36:45 PM): *goes with in case the natives turn on us*
Thematrian1 (9:37:04 PM): You find him in the room Twister came out of, listening to another Ork you don't recognize tell an improbable sounding story about a shadowrun and C4
Umbrafer (9:37:40 PM): (I may need to hear this story sometime ;) )
MilesMk1 (9:37:46 PM): Does it sound like complete BS to our experienced ears? Is he a runner poser? :)
Thematrian1 (9:38:36 PM): It sounds like crap to you, but it could just be a gross exaggeration
MilesMk1 (9:39:17 PM): BTW, I'm waiting on an ok from Sigrun before I ask for people to go with us, so don't forget to ask her. :p
Umbrafer (9:39:40 PM): Planning to ask her before Serlin talks to her.
MilesMk1 (9:39:41 PM): God, am I playing Blake as someone completely dependent on taking orders from women?
MilesMk1 (9:39:49 PM): Hmm.
Umbrafer (9:39:50 PM): :)
Thematrian1 (9:39:53 PM): (It does look that way)
Thematrian1 (9:39:59 PM): (All these strong female role models)
Umbrafer (9:40:23 PM): (Sigrun and Alex will form a matriarchal society)
Thematrian1 (9:40:49 PM): (reshape Chicago in the chaos, that's the way)
MilesMk1 (9:41:01 PM): Mhmm... I think I'm just respectful of experience and skill... This is Sigrun's house, and Alex usually has the best tactical view of the situation... :)
Dragcrell (9:41:53 PM): (ROFL)
Umbrafer (9:44:17 PM): "Hoi."
Umbrafer (9:44:24 PM): "Sigrun wants to talk to you."
Thematrian1 (9:45:17 PM): Serlin looks up as you enter, Alex
Thematrian1 (9:46:18 PM): he heaves himself off of the ground and gets up to follow you. Everyone else gives you a glance, then turns back to the speaker
Umbrafer (9:47:20 PM): Unless something interesting happens, I lead him back to Sigrun, then jack in with her quickly before handing the end over to him.
Thematrian1 (9:47:33 PM): Nothing interesting happens
Umbrafer (9:49:25 PM): #Got 'im. Two things quickly: first, not sure if you talked with Twister about it but you might want to get Serlin's story about Arty. Second, it all right if we ask your people for volunteers for the food run?#
Thematrian1 (9:49:52 PM): #Sure, that's fine. Who's Arty?#
MilesMk1 (9:50:12 PM): (Oh, shit... What, she lost her memory now?)
Umbrafer (9:51:00 PM): #That mage I told you about, the one who isn't one of yours?#
Thematrian1 (9:51:36 PM): #...Thanks...#
Umbrafer (9:52:39 PM): #Everything ok?#
Thematrian1 (9:52:52 PM): #Yes#
Umbrafer (9:53:05 PM): #Here's Serlin.# *Jacks out, indicates end of cord*
Thematrian1 (9:53:27 PM): Serlin takes it. He has a transducer too, natch.
Umbrafer (9:53:40 PM): Was hoping so.
Umbrafer (9:57:38 PM): "By the way, she gave the go-ahead." *To Blake, quietly-ish*
Thematrian1 (9:57:44 PM): They chat, apparently. Then he unjacks, sets the cord on the floor, and leaves without a word
Dragcrell (9:57:52 PM): (ooooo full and I still have some corn on the cob yet)
Umbrafer (9:58:17 PM): *Jacks in* #Any word on Arty?#
Thematrian1 (10:02:39 PM): #Yes, he's with Accident's group.#
Umbrafer (10:03:37 PM): #Accident?# (I assume I don't recognize the name. If I do, scrub that)
Thematrian1 (10:03:44 PM): (You don't)
Thematrian1 (10:03:50 PM): #He thinks it's funny#
MilesMk1 (10:04:39 PM): *tracks down Trickster* "Hey. We're going to put together a group to go and try to get some food. I know you're probably not interested, but I figured I'd ask anyway..."
Umbrafer (10:05:12 PM): #He someone you knew before? On the level?#
Thematrian1 (10:05:34 PM): #As much as we are.#
Thematrian1 (10:05:52 PM): #Some bugs hit his group, and he wanted sanctuary. This was earlier#
Umbrafer (10:06:00 PM): #Guess I should have specified what level. Got it.#
Umbrafer (10:06:04 PM): #How much earlier?#
Dragcrell (10:06:48 PM): *looks at Blake* "AH count me in by the way here the hell did you get that guy anyway his aura is ahhhhhhhh" *tilts head to one side* "pretty kinda like a pond when hes like that."
Thematrian1 (10:07:00 PM): #Before the wasps hit#
Umbrafer (10:07:53 PM): #Ah. What does Accident look like? Should probably get to know him if the city's going to stay like this for any length of time…#
Thematrian1 (10:08:29 PM): #Troll. Big for a troll. Rumbling voice, darkish skin, hairy...#
Thematrian1 (10:08:35 PM): #Lousy sense of humor#
MilesMk1 (10:08:48 PM): "Eh... You'll have to ask him for the details, but it was during our last job, and I'd really rather not talk about that."
MilesMk1 (10:09:46 PM): "It was ugly."
Umbrafer (10:10:00 PM): #Anyway, we're off to grab some food. Don't suppose you can swallow, can you?# (To double-check, her body's rigid, right?)
Dragcrell (10:10:22 PM): "fare enufe." *takes one last look at rock then gets his stuff on* "well I'm set as I well be."
MilesMk1 (10:10:44 PM): "But I'm glad at least he has an aura that doesn't bother you. Good to know."
Thematrian1 (10:10:52 PM): (Yes, it is)
Thematrian1 (10:10:54 PM): #No#
Umbrafer (10:11:26 PM): #Well, we'll figure something out. When did you eat last?#
Dragcrell (10:11:33 PM): "mmmmm better then that one guys" *shivers* "So where ere going to get the food?"
MilesMk1 (10:12:34 PM): "Well, there are plenty of stuffer shacks and restaurants around... Do you need real meat, or just don't like the fake stuff but can live on it, by the way?"
Dragcrell (10:12:59 PM): (mmmm now that is a good one >_>)
Dragcrell (10:13:58 PM): (mmm I woudl hazzered real would be best but fake might work for a wile not realy shour GM? what you think?)
Thematrian1 (10:14:25 PM): (A fascinating question. It certainly feels to Trickster like he needs real meat; the fake stuff just tastes wronger and wronger the more of it you eat)
MilesMk1 (10:15:18 PM): "...I'm not sure where we could get real meat that'd keep if this last a long time. Hmm... It's so wrong, but I wonder if there are any pet shops around here..."
MilesMk1 (10:15:29 PM): (if this lastS)
Thematrian1 (10:16:12 PM): (Blowtorches, thermite, and now this)
Dragcrell (10:16:23 PM): (ya that woudl be my gues but then being a fox a few rodents would be his cup of tea and easy to hide)
Umbrafer (10:16:49 PM): (Don't forget the organlegging)
MilesMk1 (10:17:15 PM): (Hey, last time I checked, we didn't force you to throw the immortal zombies at us and trap a shapeshifter in Bug City. :P We
Dragcrell (10:17:16 PM): *thinks* "well I seen small rodents you like to keep as pets they should do if nothing else can be found"
Thematrian1 (10:17:23 PM): (of course, the organlegging. Dumpshock's reaction to that was amusing, though)
MilesMk1 (10:17:28 PM): 're just making the best of this. :) )
Dragcrell (10:18:10 PM): (lol)
MilesMk1 (10:18:14 PM): (One of those lines ended up in someone's sig. That's usually a good sign.)
Umbrafer (10:18:37 PM): ( :) )
Thematrian1 (10:18:38 PM): (You guys will take over the 'shock, mark my words)
Dragcrell (10:18:50 PM): "tho I can always try and hunt down a few rats but coudl be hard to explane where I whent and such."
Umbrafer (10:19:04 PM): (By the by, if you haven't already, I'd appreciate it if you'd stick that log in the archives in its proper position)
MilesMk1 (10:19:11 PM): (Or a bad sign, from a non-Dumpshock, real-world perspective, but hey... We do seem to be getting a good response to the various log excerpts...)
Thematrian1 (10:19:42 PM): So: who if anyone are you recruiting, and where are you going
Thematrian1 (10:19:43 PM): ?
MilesMk1 (10:19:50 PM): "I think the real thing to worry about is something else trying to hunt you while you're at it..."
MilesMk1 (10:19:57 PM): Ah, yes.
MilesMk1 (10:20:11 PM): *Stops by a concentration of natives.*
Thematrian1 (10:20:39 PM): The story is reaching its climax. Some building in Seattle is tumbling to the ground. Stray rubble brings down the levitating mage.
Dragcrell (10:20:48 PM): "....................right good point." *follows Blake*
Umbrafer (10:21:24 PM): *Awaits Sigrun's answer*
Thematrian1 (10:21:50 PM): (She said 'yes')
MilesMk1 (10:22:27 PM): "Hey. We've talked to Sigrun and decided on a supply run - going to stack up on food, water, and whatever emergency supplies we can come up with, and we could use a hand."
MilesMk1 (10:22:34 PM): (stock up)
Umbrafer (10:22:38 PM): (An odd response, since the question was "how long since you last ate?" And actually, last response I can see was "no")
Umbrafer (10:23:04 PM): (To the "can you swallow") question)
Thematrian1 (10:23:16 PM): (ah, sorry. I assumed you meant the 'can I raid your people' question)
Thematrian1 (10:23:26 PM): #Last night sometime#
Umbrafer (10:23:28 PM): (Is Blake waiting for the story to finish? I'd suggest doing so.)
Thematrian1 (10:23:43 PM): #I'm not hungry. It's not like I'm using much energy sitting here...#
Umbrafer (10:24:04 PM): #So we've got some time. Hopefully we'll get you out of this before it becomes an issue.#
MilesMk1 (10:24:05 PM): (...sure. Why not. Unless it takes more than another two or three minutes.)
Umbrafer (10:24:18 PM): What's the temperature like in here?
MilesMk1 (10:24:55 PM): (BTW, would First Aid be applicable to setting someone up with an IV drip?)
Thematrian1 (10:25:04 PM): Around ninety degrees
Thematrian1 (10:25:07 PM): Blake: no
Thematrian1 (10:25:12 PM): IVs are easy, though
MilesMk1 (10:25:17 PM): (Biotech?)
Thematrian1 (10:25:30 PM): (Yeah)
Umbrafer (10:25:43 PM): I'm going to jack out, then try to find a washcloth or something.
MilesMk1 (10:25:48 PM): (Yay! Mine's at 2. Bet it's the highest in the group. :) )
Umbrafer (10:26:04 PM): (Rock could be a master surgeon)
MilesMk1 (10:26:14 PM): Ok... I wait a little bit for the story to finish, then ask my question.
Thematrian1 (10:28:25 PM): The finale involves a shootout with Lone Star and a lot of hiding in raw sewage. When you ask, the storyteller replies: "I could go for that."
Thematrian1 (10:29:26 PM): Other ork: "I'm in."
Thematrian1 (10:29:49 PM): Serlin stands and leans on the doorframe near you. The other three just look comfortable
MilesMk1 (10:31:50 PM): Does Serlin do anything else, or just stand there, looking down at me?
Umbrafer (10:31:55 PM): If I find the washcloth, I dampen it, dab a little moisture around Sigrun's neck and throat, and lay it on her forehead. Don't want her dehydrating on us.
Thematrian1 (10:32:12 PM): You find one in the bathroom, but it looks pretty unpleasant
Thematrian1 (10:32:14 PM): use it?
Umbrafer (10:32:29 PM): Hm. No. Anything else? Paper towels, whatever?
Thematrian1 (10:32:38 PM): Paper towels, yes
MilesMk1 (10:32:51 PM): Someone's nice clean t-shirt?
Umbrafer (10:33:05 PM): I'll use one. Better than nothing. Two sheets, no more.
Thematrian1 (10:33:29 PM): ok
Thematrian1 (10:33:33 PM): Blake has collected 3 people
MilesMk1 (10:33:54 PM): Ah. So Serlin is in, too.
Umbrafer (10:35:02 PM): I'm going to spend a few minutes looking for Accident. If I don't find him, I go meet back up with Blake.
Thematrian1 (10:35:50 PM): Accident is in the garage, having replaced one of the three who were there before
MilesMk1 (10:35:57 PM): "If you know how to use them, you might want to get your hands on some clubs or longer blades - they're a hell of a lot better at keeping the bugs at bay than most guns."
Thematrian1 (10:36:22 PM): The orks snicker; Serlin flashes a long, shiny knife
MilesMk1 (10:36:42 PM): Snicker at the "if you know how to use them" part?
Umbrafer (10:36:57 PM): "Hey. Accident?"
Thematrian1 (10:37:07 PM): Snicker at the whole concept of knives working better than guns, you think.
Thematrian1 (10:37:29 PM): "Yes?" His voice is slow and lazy.
Umbrafer (10:38:41 PM): "I'm Alex, one of Sigrun's friends. Pleased to meet you, though the circumstances could be better." Does looking at him give any hint of his specialty?
MilesMk1 (10:38:50 PM): *nods at Serlin* "...and if you can get your hands on some impact-rated armor, I'd suggest wearing it - those stings go through ballistic weave like it wasn't there."
Thematrian1 (10:39:22 PM): He's very big, very muscular, there's an Ares Alpha in his lap. His clothing is simple, but clean and well-fitting.
Thematrian1 (10:39:31 PM): Serlin shrugs helplessly.
Umbrafer (10:40:00 PM): Visible cyber? I'm giving him the non-obvious once-over.
Umbrafer (10:40:06 PM): Umbrafer rolled 8 6-sided dice: 3 4 5 5 2 5 6 6
Umbrafer (10:40:10 PM): Umbrafer rolled 2 6-sided dice: 6 6
Umbrafer (10:40:13 PM): Umbrafer rolled 2 6-sided dice: 6 5
Umbrafer (10:40:17 PM): Umbrafer rolled 1 6-sided die: 3
Umbrafer (10:40:30 PM): How much time has passed?
Umbrafer (10:40:39 PM): *Trying to figure out if any of the remaining stun has gone down*
Thematrian1 (10:40:57 PM): He seems to be giving you that same once over. If his reflexes are wired, they're turned off now. No eyes. The time is about 15 minutes after the end of last session; about 7:30
Thematrian1 (10:41:06 PM): No cybereyes, I should say; they are natural
Thematrian1 (10:41:18 PM): Similarly, if any limbs are cybered, they're good imitations
Umbrafer (10:41:24 PM): IIRC I had 30 minutes to go, so 15. (I figured)
MilesMk1 (10:41:57 PM): "Well... Just remember this *semi-disgusted look at the orks* - if you need to fight one, focus your mind on hurting it. It sounds stupid, but it works better than most things. So does fire and energy discharges."
Umbrafer (10:42:19 PM): "We're taking some people and going to grab some food. Know anyplace around here that might have a good stock?"
Thematrian1 (10:42:21 PM): The storyteller speaks. "Grenades?"
MilesMk1 (10:43:44 PM): "Only incendiaries or WP. Normal IPE does less good than a long burst from an AR loaded with EX, and that's only marginally effective against some of the ones we met outside this place."
Thematrian1 (10:44:32 PM): He nods
Thematrian1 (10:44:49 PM): He pants down the pockets of his jacket, and looks disappointed
MilesMk1 (10:45:32 PM): "I'll go see if Alex is ready - see you in the garage."
MilesMk1 (10:45:39 PM): (unless there are other questions)
Thematrian1 (10:45:41 PM): Accident to Alex: "We passed a store for wine and spirits Best get it first; the looters will find it soon."
MilesMk1 (10:46:56 PM): *heads off to check his gear and go find Alex*
Thematrian1 (10:47:27 PM): Your gear is as you left it, except that Trickster ate your food.
Umbrafer (10:47:44 PM): *Grin* "Not what I was thinking of, but could come in handy if this goes on a while. Anyway, that means there'll be a few less people around for a bit, but I'm sure you can take care of yourselves."
Umbrafer (10:47:53 PM): Is Arty in the room?
Thematrian1 (10:47:56 PM): No
Dragcrell (10:48:00 PM): *waits in a out of the way spot in the garage*
Umbrafer (10:49:00 PM): "By the way, thank Arty for me when you see him. He was a real lifesaver, pun not intended."
Thematrian1 (10:49:34 PM): "I'll tell him that"
Umbrafer (10:50:01 PM): "Thanks." *Heads off to find Blake*
MilesMk1 (10:50:36 PM): *packs up his usual gear and goes to find Alex*
Thematrian1 (10:51:34 PM): You find Alex. Or Blake, as the case may be.
Thematrian1 (10:51:39 PM): Trickster is lurking in a corner
Thematrian1 (10:53:32 PM): Serlin and the orks find the garage on their own
Thematrian1 (10:53:35 PM): everyone is gathered together
Umbrafer (10:53:51 PM): "Any of you have radios?"
MilesMk1 (10:54:03 PM): "All right... Got three volunteers - two actually seemed happy to go, which means *drops his voice a lot* they're either stupid or inexperienced, but any help we get is a good thing." (say all this before they show)
Dragcrell (10:55:17 PM): "no but then you all ready know that" *smiles*
Thematrian1 (10:55:47 PM): Serlin doesn't. One of the orks does
Umbrafer (10:57:14 PM): "Any encryption?"
Thematrian1 (10:57:43 PM): He looks at you like you've grown an extra head. "No."
Umbrafer (10:58:31 PM): "Well, tune to channel [a different channel than the team uses internally]. We'll use that."
Thematrian1 (10:59:00 PM): He nods
Umbrafer (11:00:03 PM): "Blake's got a radio as well. In case you have to split up, you other two pick one of them and stay with them at all costs."
Thematrian1 (11:00:37 PM): Serlin nods. Storyteller ork shrugs.
Thematrian1 (11:01:19 PM): Anything else?
Umbrafer (11:01:37 PM): *Goes to the van, gets in position, jacks in*
MilesMk1 (11:02:16 PM): *resists the urge to snap at the storyteller, gets in the shotgun seat*
Dragcrell (11:02:36 PM): *follows the others and sits down in he useal spot* "Lets hope theres nothing out hunting."
Umbrafer (11:02:56 PM): "We'll find out soon."
Thematrian1 (11:03:02 PM): You lot are in the van. Alex and Blake in the front, Trickster and the gang of 3 in the back
Thematrian1 (11:03:09 PM): You see no orks. No cars either
Thematrian1 (11:03:13 PM): er
Thematrian1 (11:03:15 PM): no bugs
Thematrian1 (11:03:17 PM): you do see orks
Umbrafer (11:03:28 PM): *Jumps in, checks status on van, Stratos, and Blimps*
Thematrian1 (11:04:21 PM): Reminds me: the cops are still in the building, right?
MilesMk1 (11:05:01 PM): Yeah. I added more duct tape and stowed them away.
MilesMk1 (11:05:12 PM): After making sure they could breathe ok.
Thematrian1 (11:05:24 PM): The garage has lots of corners, especially with all the partitions that someone-or-another put up
MilesMk1 (11:05:47 PM): Mhmm... Let me check on them quickly before we leave.
MilesMk1 (11:05:53 PM): Or say I did...
Thematrian1 (11:06:25 PM): They're still breathing. The tape on their hands looks ragged
Umbrafer (11:07:22 PM): *Screeching halt* Can I retcon in a few things quickly into my conversation with Accident?
Thematrian1 (11:07:34 PM): depends on what they are. Speak
Umbrafer (11:08:24 PM): 1) Asking if he or his group has a radio on-hand. 2) If so, arranging a contact frequency.
MilesMk1 (11:08:55 PM): *puts on lots of fresh tape* "You might want to cut that out before I get annoyed and use some of that narcojet on you. Not that it wouldn't be fitting anyway..."
Thematrian1 (11:09:17 PM): Answer to #1: "I do, strongly encrypted." Answer to #2: He goes along with it.
Thematrian1 (11:09:23 PM): They look unhappy
Thematrian1 (11:09:33 PM): and hungry.
Umbrafer (11:09:54 PM): In response to encryption: *Looks overjoyed*
Thematrian1 (11:10:25 PM): He smiles. "Can't trust anyone these days."
Thematrian1 (11:10:29 PM): And back to the van
Umbrafer (11:11:26 PM): *Pulls out, scans the area for bugs. The video monitors are displaying views of the outside, changing at request, at set intervals, or as interesting things appear*
Thematrian1 (11:11:52 PM): Roll the scan
MilesMk1 (11:12:07 PM): "And if I get really annoyed, I'm actually going to let you two outside, and see how long you last against the bugs..." *goes back to the van, asking one of the three in the garage to take a look at them once in a while*
Umbrafer (11:12:08 PM): Umbrafer rolled 5 6-sided dice: 6 5 2 4 6
Umbrafer (11:12:11 PM): Umbrafer rolled 2 6-sided dice: 2 3
Umbrafer (11:12:17 PM): Umbrafer rolled 8 6-sided dice: 3 1 4 5 5 1 4 2
Thematrian1 (11:12:21 PM): They look afraid
Umbrafer (11:12:40 PM): Nothing on passive.
Thematrian1 (11:13:06 PM): No bugs by either scan
Umbrafer (11:13:49 PM): Any sign of food-containing places in the immediate vicinity? If not, I move towards one of the ones I've been told about.
Thematrian1 (11:14:31 PM): You travel a few blocks and intersect another street. There's a small crowd outside of a stuffer shack, a block or two northward
Umbrafer (11:14:56 PM): Close-up of the crowd on the monitors. What's happening there?
Umbrafer (11:14:58 PM): Umbrafer rolled 5 6-sided dice: 1 6 2 3 4
Umbrafer (11:15:00 PM): Umbrafer rolled 1 6-sided die: 3
Umbrafer (11:15:02 PM): Umbrafer rolled 8 6-sided dice: 2 1 5 6 6 3 5 4
Umbrafer (11:15:05 PM): Umbrafer rolled 2 6-sided dice: 3 2
Thematrian1 (11:15:24 PM): They are shouting and waving their fists. Humans and orks, male and female. They're beating on the door and the windows.
Dragcrell (11:16:02 PM): "Thats not good."
Umbrafer (11:16:04 PM): Going to keep the location in mind and move on for right now.
Thematrian1 (11:17:08 PM): Serlin speaks up. "Two lights down, then left. There's a Fakehouse." (Fakehouse is a famous fake steak chain)
Umbrafer (11:17:17 PM): Doing it.
Thematrian1 (11:18:11 PM): You pull up. The Fakehouse does drive-through, but the van is slightly too wide. They also have sit down meals, but they don't open until eleven.
Umbrafer (11:18:31 PM): What time is it now?
Thematrian1 (11:18:44 PM): about 8
Umbrafer (11:18:53 PM): No one about?
Thematrian1 (11:19:01 PM): None that you can see
Umbrafer (11:20:18 PM): *Displays shots of Fakehouse, focusing on tactically interesting locations*
Umbrafer (11:20:35 PM): "Not seeing anyone…"
Umbrafer (11:20:41 PM): Going to try to find signatures inside.
Umbrafer (11:20:43 PM): Umbrafer rolled 5 6-sided dice: 3 6 2 5 3
Umbrafer (11:20:46 PM): Umbrafer rolled 1 6-sided die: 4
Thematrian1 (11:21:25 PM): There's one person inside
Umbrafer (11:21:45 PM): "Someone in there, just one that I can find."
MilesMk1 (11:22:46 PM): "Mhmm... Should we go and see if they'll actually sell us some food? Or do we keep looking for some place not guarded?"
Thematrian1 (11:23:09 PM): Serlin: "Mind if I go pick up one of those fliers?"
Umbrafer (11:23:33 PM): "Go for it. Watch yourself, though."
MilesMk1 (11:23:39 PM): "Here." *takes a flier out of his pocket and hands it over*
Umbrafer (11:23:46 PM): "Or that."
Thematrian1 (11:23:56 PM): He begins to read.
Dragcrell (11:24:31 PM): "mmmm one person only coudl be done here but I think ungarded woudl be better we could get more supplys I woudl say."
Thematrian1 (11:24:52 PM): Serlin, as he reads: "I don't think this is a 'buying' situation."
Umbrafer (11:26:35 PM): "No, probably not."
MilesMk1 (11:27:34 PM): "Just wanted to put it out there. I'm sure everyone will be hoarding, so unless we want to get completely ripped off, chances are we'll be robbing someone."
Thematrian1 (11:29:10 PM): Storyteller!Ork: "Are we starting here, then?" He looks eager.
MilesMk1 (11:29:16 PM): "A Stuffer Shack would be better in some ways - radios, flashlights, batteries, and other crap in addition to food - but they'll all probably have a mob in front or inside them..."
Umbrafer (11:29:36 PM): "We'll have to hit a Shack at some point."
MilesMk1 (11:29:52 PM): "But food and water is higher priority, so if we want to get that out of the way, we might as well."
Umbrafer (11:30:05 PM): "I wonder where the nearest Home Despot is…"
MilesMk1 (11:30:26 PM): *looks at the ork* "Though there's no need to smash our way in and attract more attention than we have to."
Thematrian1 (11:30:43 PM): "Who'd notice? Who'd care?"
Umbrafer (11:30:54 PM): "We don't want to find out."
Thematrian1 (11:31:34 PM): "Eagles have flown. We'll never get a better chance."
Dragcrell (11:32:10 PM): "Its not the Eagles we would have to worry about."
Thematrian1 (11:32:26 PM): "Yeah, then who?"
Umbrafer (11:33:11 PM): "I agree, we should hit the place, but we should do it quietly." *To Serlin* "you've got facilities to cook this stuff, right?"
Thematrian1 (11:33:33 PM): "It won't be fine cuisine, but yeah."
MilesMk1 (11:33:37 PM): "I'm going to crack the lock... Alex, cover me, would you?"
Umbrafer (11:34:08 PM): "Got it." Going to give a quick scan of the area to see if anyone's watching. If not, I'm going to pop the turret.
MilesMk1 (11:34:14 PM): *gets out - AR over shoulder, staff in its... holder, and moves in on the door, staying out of the LOS of anyone who might want to fire through it.*
Dragcrell (11:34:19 PM): *looks around the windows for other less tangable stuff*
MilesMk1 (11:34:55 PM): Electronics B/R / Electronics?
Thematrian1 (11:35:02 PM): indeed. Go for it
Thematrian1 (11:35:07 PM): The two orks follow you
MilesMk1 (11:35:10 PM): Well, I guess I'll check to see if it's locked first, but then...
MilesMk1 (11:35:15 PM): MilesMk1 rolled 5 6-sided dice: 2 1 3 3 6
MilesMk1 (11:35:19 PM): MilesMk1 rolled 1 6-sided die: 6
MilesMk1 (11:35:22 PM): MilesMk1 rolled 1 6-sided die: 1
MilesMk1 (11:35:26 PM): MilesMk1 rolled 5 6-sided dice: 4 5 2 1 6
MilesMk1 (11:35:29 PM): MilesMk1 rolled 1 6-sided die: 2
Thematrian1 (11:35:46 PM): It's locked. Do you have microscopic vision?
MilesMk1 (11:35:51 PM): Not lightning fast, but pretty good... Yep, I do.
Dragcrell (11:36:02 PM): Dragcrell rolled 7 6-sided dice: 1 6 4 4 3 3 2
Thematrian1 (11:36:07 PM): It's locked. You crack the lock open with two and a half careful minutes of work
Dragcrell (11:36:14 PM): Dragcrell rolled 1 6-sided die: 6
Dragcrell (11:36:26 PM): Dragcrell rolled 1 6-sided die: 1
MilesMk1 (11:37:12 PM): *on radio to Alex* "Figure I ought to give whover is inside a chance to surrender? You sure it's a human, not a bug?"
Dragcrell (11:37:46 PM): *moves next to Alex and wispers in her ear so the others can't hear* "Blake has company theres a eye ball about a foot across over his head studding one of the ork's with him."
Umbrafer (11:38:07 PM): #I think it's a human. I'd say give them a chan…#
Thematrian1 (11:38:28 PM): The lock is broken. Total time elapsed: about ten minutes
Umbrafer (11:38:31 PM): #Don't look now, but Trickster says you've got a big eyeball over your head.#
Thematrian1 (11:38:33 PM): the orks look bored
Umbrafer (11:38:54 PM): #It's looking at one of the Orks.#
Dragcrell (11:39:59 PM): "it just moved to the other better make it quick." *wispered to alex*
MilesMk1 (11:40:42 PM): *whispers* "Probably friends of you know who... Ok, I'm going in. Let me know which way to the lifeform."
Umbrafer (11:41:11 PM): (Incidentally, in this case unless I specify my communication is with Blake rather than general)
Thematrian1 (11:41:21 PM): (I figured)
Umbrafer (11:41:23 PM): #*Directs*#
MilesMk1 (11:41:56 PM): *enters the place with his gun at the ready, and searches for the person (or creature)*
Thematrian1 (11:42:26 PM): You can hear the person as soon as you open the door: they are singing loudly and off key.
Thematrian1 (11:42:57 PM): "Troll size love in an elf size body", by some punker band
Thematrian1 (11:43:12 PM): It's coming from the kitchen
MilesMk1 (11:44:42 PM): ... hopefully not being sung by a troll cook. I had enough encounters with those.
MilesMk1 (11:44:55 PM): *moves in on the kitchen*
Thematrian1 (11:45:08 PM): It's got one of those flappy doors.
Thematrian1 (11:45:19 PM): Periodically you here loud thumps
Thematrian1 (11:45:23 PM): gah
Thematrian1 (11:45:24 PM): hear
MilesMk1 (11:46:13 PM): *moves in through the flap, ready to shout for whoever is there to get down on the floor*
Thematrian1 (11:46:49 PM): A tallish human man with his back to you is slicing soysteak
Thematrian1 (11:47:06 PM): with his big dikoted butcher's knife. Seems like overkill, but what do you know?
Thematrian1 (11:47:20 PM): Somewhere behind you you hear one of the orks knock over a chair
MilesMk1 (11:47:43 PM): *points his AR at the man* "Drop the knife, and put your hands on top of your head!"
Thematrian1 (11:48:28 PM): "...still gotta lotta love for...uh?" He spins in place, holding the knife. Not brandishing it, so much as he's forgotten to let go of it
MilesMk1 (11:49:05 PM): "Please put the knife down, NOW."
Thematrian1 (11:49:38 PM): He reaches behind him and lays the knife on the counter behind him. "Whuh?"
MilesMk1 (11:50:52 PM): *sigh* "Missed the quarantine notice, have we? Think of us as the nicer version of the looting mob searching for food."
Thematrian1 (11:51:40 PM): He puts his hands in the air.
MilesMk1 (11:51:46 PM): "We're going to require access to your food stores. Cooperate, and you won't be hurt. Hell, I might even pay you..."
Thematrian1 (11:52:09 PM): In a very small voice: "Good?"
MilesMk1 (11:53:17 PM): *looks behind him quickly to make sure the orks aren't fixing to shoot, stab or grenade anyone*
Thematrian1 (11:53:55 PM): They're holding pistols, but haven't approached the kitchen
Thematrian1 (11:56:18 PM): They're haphazardly exploring the rest of the place
MilesMk1 (11:56:29 PM): "All right. Just pay attention to what I say, and you'll be fine. Show us - and open up - your food stores, then sit down there *points to a chair* and keep your hands up. We need bottled water, processed non-perishable food,
MilesMk1 (11:56:59 PM): and some soy steak, while we're at it, I guess. The faster this goes, the better." *motions for him to move*
Thematrian1 (11:57:40 PM): He turns slowly and opens up the metal cupboards
Dragcrell (11:57:44 PM): *sits down in the shotgun seat* "I think we are being leashed wether we like it or not eh?"
Umbrafer (11:58:05 PM): "Probably."
Thematrian1 (11:58:12 PM): Mostly they're big vats of stuff: seasonings (mustard, ketchup, a few you don't recognize offhand including one that's neon green)
Thematrian1 (11:58:40 PM): "We don't have...mostly we just sell..."
Thematrian1 (11:59:41 PM): "I mean, we buy and we sell, we don't keep."
MilesMk1 (12:00:07 AM): (Hmm. No fries, canned BBQ beans, spinach, whatever? Rice? Damn.)
Thematrian1 (12:00:31 AM): (Ask him, not me ;-). He's not in the best state of mind)
MilesMk1 (12:00:39 AM): Heh.
Umbrafer (12:00:48 AM): (Poor guy.)
MilesMk1 (12:01:45 AM): "Any canned food? You people *do* serve other stuff besides just slabs of steak, no?" *lists some of the things I just did above*
MilesMk1 (12:02:02 AM): "And what kind of restaurant doesn't have bottled water?"
Thematrian1 (12:02:08 AM): He looks progressively more and more agitated until you get to 'rice'. "Yes! We have rice!"
Thematrian1 (12:02:34 AM): "Rice, here: "
Thematrian1 (12:02:44 AM): He does indeed have rice, a great big tub of the stuff
MilesMk1 (12:03:29 AM): *lowers his gun* "Good. Show me the rice, and try to think of what else you might have. How about water? Soft drinks?"
MilesMk1 (12:03:41 AM): *motions for the orks to begin loading*
Thematrian1 (12:03:48 AM): It's brown rice, with long grains. It might even be real.
Thematrian1 (12:04:06 AM): "Lemonade, iced tea...Aztecola?"
MilesMk1 (12:04:37 AM): "All fine. Let's see them. How about actual bottled water?"
Thematrian1 (12:05:09 AM): "The tap goes through the purifier. We just put it in glasses."
MilesMk1 (12:05:27 AM): "..."
Thematrian1 (12:05:37 AM): He flinches
Umbrafer (12:05:56 AM): #Snag that Aztecola, please.#
MilesMk1 (12:06:16 AM): "All right... Any canned goods? Beans? Freeze-dried french fries? Bread? What do you people do for side orders, here?"
Thematrian1 (12:06:52 AM): "Beans come every day, they're in that tub over there."
Thematrian1 (12:07:41 AM): The tub is white opaque, the size of your bed back home.
Thematrian1 (12:08:35 AM): "Mushrooms are over there."
Thematrian1 (12:08:37 AM): Smaller tub
MilesMk1 (12:08:49 AM): *quietly into the radio* "Looks like this place mainly has steak, rice and Aztecola... Were you expecting better selection, too? Ooh, mushrooms..."
Thematrian1 (12:08:52 AM): "We just sell them out every day, maybe a little carryover."
Thematrian1 (12:09:06 AM): "No need to freeze it up."
MilesMk1 (12:09:14 AM): BTW, are the orks cooperating in loading some of this stuff?
Thematrian1 (12:10:15 AM): yes. They glare at you, and menace the chef a little, but they do as they're told.
Thematrian1 (12:10:18 AM): Oh, and roll perception
MilesMk1 (12:10:24 AM): MilesMk1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 6 2 4 3 3 4
MilesMk1 (12:10:28 AM): MilesMk1 rolled 1 6-sided die: 5
Umbrafer (12:10:30 AM): #I guess I was… I don't go for Fakehouse much.#
Thematrian1 (12:10:51 AM): Storyteller!Ork snuck a bunch of fakesteak slices into his jacket
Umbrafer (12:10:54 AM): #Or chains in general, really. I prefer to get to know the owners.#
MilesMk1 (12:11:32 AM): As long as he doesn't shoot the chef, I don't care... He can smell like meat if he wants to... Hopefully if we encounter wasps they'll go for him first.
Thematrian1 (12:11:59 AM): Serlin, to Trickster, "So, you lived here long?"
MilesMk1 (12:12:18 AM): "Where do you keep the steak? Please tell me it comes in smaller packages than a 500 pound tub?"
MilesMk1 (12:13:00 AM): (Basically, directing the grabbing of the rice, the mushrooms, the soft drinks, and whatever else looks reasonable besides the tub'o'beans)
Thematrian1 (12:13:03 AM): He gestures across his countertop. The steak comes in cardboard packages, maybe a foot wide and two feet long
MilesMk1 (12:13:25 AM): "Ah, wonderful. How long does it stay good without refrigeration?"
Dragcrell (12:13:27 AM): "few months not long tho why you ask?"
Thematrian1 (12:14:04 AM): "After four days it goes a little strange. Health code problems don't start 'til six."
MilesMk1 (12:14:46 AM): *on radio to Alex, subvocalized* "Can you ask how much refrigerated space they have so I'll know how much steak to grab?"
MilesMk1 (12:15:57 AM): *acts based on the reply*
Thematrian1 (12:16:01 AM): Serlin: "Just for something to talk about."
Umbrafer (12:16:21 AM): *To the garage* #Hoi, Accident or someone with him there?#
Thematrian1 (12:16:37 AM): #I'm here.# It's Accident.
Umbrafer (12:17:21 AM): #We've found some food, soysteak mostly. We need to know how much refrigeration is available there.#
Dragcrell (12:17:43 AM): "Ah." *looks around out side*
Thematrian1 (12:18:16 AM): Silence. Then #One standard refridgerator, one by one by two#
Umbrafer (12:18:30 AM): *Relays*
Thematrian1 (12:18:37 AM): Serlin: "I've lived here most of my life. Where did you live before?"
Dragcrell (12:18:41 AM): Dragcrell rolled 7 6-sided dice: 6 1 3 5 4 4 6
Dragcrell (12:18:50 AM): Dragcrell rolled 2 6-sided dice: 3 6
Dragcrell (12:18:58 AM): /roll-dice 1
Umbrafer (12:19:06 AM): #Thanks. Got enough spare power load for a few more?#
Dragcrell (12:19:08 AM): Dragcrell rolled 1 6-sided die: 3
Thematrian1 (12:19:38 AM): #This place has limitless power.#
Thematrian1 (12:20:49 AM): Serlin: "Not that it looks like either of us will be leaving anytime soon..."
Umbrafer (12:20:51 AM): #Stupid question. Well, back to work, thanks.#
Umbrafer (12:21:21 AM): *To Blake* #We can always grab a few more refrigerators. Probably not what most of the looters will be looking for.#
Thematrian1 (12:21:25 AM): Orks load. Serlin watches.
Thematrian1 (12:21:43 AM): Chef recovers his composure and tries to eye his butcher's knife without Blake noticiing
Umbrafer (12:21:53 AM): I'm going to find the nearest Home Despot, if it's on the map.
Dragcrell (12:22:10 AM): "Eh there is no perfect quartien I'm shoure theres ways out if you was to look for em."
Thematrian1 (12:22:17 AM): It is, five minutes east
MilesMk1 (12:22:20 AM): "If you grab that knife, I might hurt you taking it away from you."
Thematrian1 (12:22:27 AM): He looks sheepish
MilesMk1 (12:23:25 AM): *waits for the food to be loaded and the orks to leave*
MilesMk1 (12:23:36 AM): (and drink)
Thematrian1 (12:23:50 AM): As the loading nears completion, the chef speaks:
Thematrian1 (12:24:05 AM): "I wasn't really paying attention, but...I guess it's not go-gangs?"
Thematrian1 (12:25:36 AM): Serlin: "I'm thinking, this isn't a good place to be. But if the army's doing a quarentine, maybe it's better to sit tight. Just for a week or two."
MilesMk1 (12:26:13 AM): "No. Those insects they've been saying are go-gangs playing with magic, are real. If you see one, run. Though the official line now is that this is a HMHVV outbreak."
MilesMk1 (12:26:47 AM): "You own this place?"
Thematrian1 (12:26:57 AM): He shakes his head.
Dragcrell (12:27:02 AM): "Best hope they figurer out how to deal with the problem or I think we could be here more then a few weeks."
Thematrian1 (12:27:15 AM): "M'boss is off in Denver for the week."
Umbrafer (12:27:26 AM): (Lucky slitch)
Thematrian1 (12:27:32 AM): " 'What can go wrong in a week?' "
Thematrian1 (12:27:39 AM): Chef shakes his head.
MilesMk1 (12:29:13 AM): "Well, go home, then." *backs out of there, making sure the chef doesn't get any brave ideas and gets back into the van, taking the orc with him.*
MilesMk1 (12:29:17 AM): orks
Dragcrell (12:29:44 AM): *moves from the seat and moves to the back*
Thematrian1 (12:30:00 AM): The skinny, Not!Storyteller!Ork grabs the guy's butcher's knife on his way out of the kitchen
Umbrafer (12:30:23 AM): Harsh.
Thematrian1 (12:30:50 AM): He tries to tuck it into his jacket. You hear a soft whisper of cutting fabric
MilesMk1 (12:31:17 AM): "That's dikote... Be careful."
Thematrian1 (12:31:24 AM): He mutters something.
Thematrian1 (12:31:53 AM): Blake gets back in the van. The van is now full of mostly non-perishable food
MilesMk1 (12:31:56 AM): "What the hell are you going to do with a butcher's knife, anyway? No sheath for it, you'll just slice everything but what you want cut."
Thematrian1 (12:32:38 AM): Defensively: "You said hand weapons. Knifes, swords."
MilesMk1 (12:33:04 AM): "Yeah... Fair enough. Just be careful with it."
Umbrafer (12:33:33 AM): "We can get you something better. Not sharper, but more suited to combat."
Umbrafer (12:33:55 AM): "Anyway, let's drop this stuff off. Supplies are next."
Dragcrell (12:33:57 AM): "We going to have enufe room for all this in one run?"
Thematrian1 (12:34:00 AM): A pause. "Thanks."
Umbrafer (12:34:33 AM): *Drives back to the garage, taking a look at the Stuffer Shack on the way*
Thematrian1 (12:35:02 AM): The mob is gone, but the windows are broken. Maybe they're inside.
Umbrafer (12:35:31 AM): #Stuffer Shack looks quiet… do we hit it now?#
MilesMk1 (12:35:41 AM): *to Alex, quietly* "I realize there's little moral distinction, but somehow I feel worse about this than our usual sort of work. Just doesn't feel professional..."
Umbrafer (12:35:43 AM): How much space left in the van?
Thematrian1 (12:36:08 AM): Very little. The drones, the food, the six people...you could steal flashlights, or some such
MilesMk1 (12:36:09 AM): #We can take a look inside... I doubt any of those people were armed.#
Thematrian1 (12:36:11 AM): (When you drop off the food) You drop off a bunch of food. There's a bunch of tedious carrying involved in his, but at least you don't need to keep your feet clenched behind the tub of rice anymore.
Umbrafer (12:36:34 AM): #Yeah… if we can get that Ork something he'll like better, I'm tempted to try to get that guy his knife back.#
Umbrafer (12:36:39 AM): #I'm turning soft.#
MilesMk1 (12:36:55 AM): #If he has any sense, he'll be long gone.#
Umbrafer (12:37:16 AM): #Probably.#
MilesMk1 (12:37:21 AM): #We need to rob something big and corporate next.#
Umbrafer (12:37:42 AM): #Stuffer Shack and Home Despot sound good to you?#
MilesMk1 (12:37:45 AM): (And I, unfortunately, need to go... Need... Sleep.)
Umbrafer (12:37:56 AM): (Heh, wow, it got late)
MilesMk1 (12:38:01 AM): #How much more corporate can you get?#
Thematrian1 (12:38:02 AM): (Yeah, me too. Is the van heading for the shack, or the garage?)
MilesMk1 (12:38:25 AM): (I guess we need to make room, anyway - I vote garage)
Umbrafer (12:38:28 AM): Garage is how far away from the Shack? A few blocks?
Thematrian1 (12:38:30 AM): yes
Umbrafer (12:38:38 AM): Garage first.
Dragcrell (12:39:36 AM): (lol weeee looting what fun :3)
Thematrian1 (12:39:55 AM): Ok, see above. Accident watches impassively, some garage rats Alex recognizes fall on it with glad cries, and carry it back to the improvised kitchen that was once Sigrun's office.
MilesMk1 (12:40:07 AM): (Hey, you could have gotten involved... ;))
Umbrafer (12:41:09 AM): (Having been to a Home Despot recently, I'm particularly looking forward to this.)
MilesMk1 (12:41:32 AM): (Well, goodnight, guys... See you Thurs. Yep, Home Despot ought to be amusing...:D)
Umbrafer (12:41:35 AM): (Shovels/spades, sledgehammers, axes, pickaxes, all the implements of destruction you could want.)
Umbrafer (12:41:43 AM): (And refrigerators)
Thematrian1 (12:41:46 AM): (Ok, sleep well, see you all later)
Umbrafer (12:41:48 AM): (IIRC)
MilesMk1 (12:41:54 AM): *waves*
Umbrafer (12:41:56 AM): (*Waves* Sleep well.)
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Dragcrell (12:42:13 AM): ok have fun
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