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Umbrafer (8:38:35 PM): I'm deep-frying a number of things
Umbrafer (8:38:48 PM): And won't be done for some minutes yet, so I'll vanish for a minute every three or four minutes.
MilesMk1 (8:38:55 PM): Snickers bars?
MilesMk1 (8:38:58 PM): Ice cream?
Dragcrell (8:38:59 PM): lol ^_^ can we put that on our head stone?
Umbrafer (8:39:09 PM): Heh. Haven't tried that yet, though I plan to.
Thematrian1 (8:39:12 PM): I've always wanted to deep-fry a deep fryer. I know that makes no sense
MilesMk1 (8:39:14 PM): PB&J sandwiches?
Umbrafer (8:39:16 PM): Right now just some veggie tempura
MilesMk1 (8:40:04 PM): I saw something on the Discovery channel about some place in Ireland that literally deep-fried anything...
MilesMk1 (8:40:15 PM): I'm forgetting what the most excessive thing was, though...
MilesMk1 (8:40:33 PM): Something like deep-fried chicken-fried steak, or something...
Umbrafer (8:42:43 PM): Deep-fried haggis…
Umbrafer (8:42:46 PM): It has potential.
MilesMk1 (8:42:54 PM): Hmm... Did you know black pudding is commonly deep-fried? Aw, beat me to it. Sort of...
Umbrafer (8:43:06 PM): I did
Thematrian1 (8:43:38 PM): I didn't
MilesMk1 (8:44:19 PM): It'd help if I knew exactly what black pudding is, but it sounds... delightful.
MilesMk1 (8:44:44 PM): Though considering how much I like blood sausage, perhaps I shouldn't criticize.
MilesMk1 (8:45:31 PM): In fact... Now that I've had a chance to look at some pictures, they appear to be the same thing. >_>
Thematrian1 (8:45:48 PM): tasty. Do we have everyone here?
MilesMk1 (8:45:50 PM): I just sort of assumed it, being an English food, would be revolting...
Dragcrell (8:47:25 PM): odd can't get dumpshock to load up ^_-
Thematrian1 (8:47:34 PM): yeah, DS is down
Dragcrell (8:47:45 PM): >_<
Thematrian1 (8:47:45 PM): Jon, did you break it again?
MilesMk1 (8:49:03 PM): Silence commonly indicates assent.
Umbrafer (8:49:56 PM): Not my fault this time!
Dragcrell (8:50:02 PM): uh huh
Umbrafer (8:50:13 PM): But I'm pretty sure it was the other… five.
Thematrian1 (8:50:27 PM): which reminds me, did they fix that?
Umbrafer (8:52:24 PM): I'm pretty sure, as I seem to remember it being something I would do normally and I haven't broken it in a year
Thematrian1 (8:52:46 PM): well, good times. Once again: do we have everybody?
Dragcrell (8:53:00 PM): well I'm here >_>
MilesMk1 (8:53:43 PM): I'm making tea and replacing lightbulbs, but I'm nearby.
Umbrafer (8:54:24 PM): I'm here most of the time, and will be here full-time soon
Thematrian1 (8:55:22 PM): Good enough, I want to play. When we left our protagonists, they'd just got done investigating a barricaded stuffer shack.
Thematrian1 (8:55:45 PM): The people inside claimed that a razorboy named Deadeye was setting himself up as some kind of feudal chief.
Dragcrell (8:57:09 PM): "so do we wait orrr look else wherrre?"
Umbrafer (9:00:17 PM): *Scans the skies*
MilesMk1 (9:01:20 PM): "Hold on... You said they think we work for this Deadeye, and they had traps set inside?"
Dragcrell (9:02:02 PM): *nods* "yes missed some but did get that much."
MilesMk1 (9:02:41 PM): *sighs*
MilesMk1 (9:03:05 PM): *goes over to the back door, knocks again*
Thematrian1 (9:03:19 PM): Long pause. "Yes?"
Dragcrell (9:03:28 PM): *follows and lissens to the door*
MilesMk1 (9:05:48 PM): "Just wanted to say we're not going to try to bust in, so just be careful, and make sure you don't set off the traps in nervous anticipation."
MilesMk1 (9:05:59 PM): "Or tell Deadeye about them..."
Thematrian1 (9:06:32 PM): Short pause. "Thanks. Just common sense, you know..."
Dragcrell (9:07:22 PM): Dragcrell rolled 6 6-sided dice: 6 2 1 4 2 2
Dragcrell (9:07:44 PM): Dragcrell rolled 1 6-sided die: 1
MilesMk1 (9:08:56 PM): "Look... I really need some straightforward info about this area... What do I need to do to prove to you we're not with this Deadeye shmuck?"
Dragcrell (9:09:10 PM): *leans closer to the door*
Thematrian1 (9:09:48 PM): Another short pause. "We gave you straightforward info. What else do you want?"
MilesMk1 (9:10:16 PM): "Well... If you're not willing to be more specific, how about a compass direction?"
MilesMk1 (9:10:30 PM): "Where do I find him, or his people?"
Thematrian1 (9:10:39 PM): "We don't know. He came to us."
MilesMk1 (9:11:00 PM): "Fair enough..."
MilesMk1 (9:12:13 PM): (not leaving yet, just thinking)
Thematrian1 (9:12:26 PM): (check)
Dragcrell (9:13:39 PM): *swivles the ear closest to the door around to better chatch any sound comeing from insided leaning the other back flat agenst skull*
MilesMk1 (9:14:03 PM): (God, I'm tired and slow.)
MilesMk1 (9:15:22 PM): "Just keep in mind when they come knocking again that we did offer to help..."
MilesMk1 (9:15:38 PM): "Good luck."
MilesMk1 (9:15:46 PM): *slows starts to turn around to leave*
Thematrian1 (9:16:09 PM): (louder) "Hey, look. If you want to go after this guy, that's fine with us."
Umbrafer (9:16:15 PM): #If they've been seen around here, they're hopefully close…#
Thematrian1 (9:16:44 PM): "If you want, we could let you know, next time he comes by. You could follow him or something."
Dragcrell (9:18:42 PM): "That would be helpfull but how do you hope to do that?"
MilesMk1 (9:18:46 PM): "Sure. I assume you can have a spirit find me?"
MilesMk1 (9:19:22 PM): *to himself, very quietly* "Everyone else seems able to..."
Thematrian1 (9:19:45 PM): (calmer now) "No, we've got a million disposable cell phones in here, we'll...just..."
Thematrian1 (9:19:47 PM): the voice trails off
MilesMk1 (9:20:04 PM): "Yeah, they're sort of down, right now."
Dragcrell (9:21:09 PM): *snorts at Blakes coment*
Thematrian1 (9:21:19 PM): The silence from the other side of the door gets more dispirited, somehow
MilesMk1 (9:22:37 PM): "That's ok, we'll probably check in periodically anyway."
Dragcrell (9:22:48 PM): *pircks ear up to catch any sounds on the other side*
Dragcrell (9:23:30 PM): Dragcrell rolled 6 6-sided dice: 6 6 3 3 4 4
Dragcrell (9:23:37 PM): Dragcrell rolled 2 6-sided dice: 6 4
MilesMk1 (9:23:39 PM): "Talk to you later..."
Dragcrell (9:23:42 PM): Dragcrell rolled 1 6-sided die: 2
MilesMk1 (9:23:47 PM): *walks off unless they say something*
Thematrian1 (9:23:52 PM): They don't.
MilesMk1 (9:24:14 PM): (People in a circle, got a ward up, and they can't summon a spirit? Bah.)
Thematrian1 (9:24:33 PM): (That's what they say)
MilesMk1 (9:24:45 PM): (Well, yes, it could be they just don't want to.)
MilesMk1 (9:25:35 PM): *looks at SC questioningly* "They say anything else?"
Dragcrell (9:26:52 PM): "no mage with them and something about one of them can't do something" *shurges*
MilesMk1 (9:28:08 PM): "Oh, well."
MilesMk1 (9:28:14 PM): *walks back to the van*
Dragcrell (9:28:38 PM): "Wounderrr how they made the warrds with out a mage."
MilesMk1 (9:28:48 PM): "I guess we can make a circle around, see if we spot anyone in gang colors? Or would that be livery, this guy being a king?"
MilesMk1 (9:29:38 PM): "If that doesn't work, we can try writing 'Deadeye is a scrag!' in ten foot letters on some of the buildings in the area..."
Dragcrell (9:29:59 PM): "King of what?" *waves around* "ok hunting herrre but eh not good for liveing."
Thematrian1 (9:31:58 PM): The street is quiet. Clouds are gathering overhead.
Dragcrell (9:32:26 PM): *looks around the area*
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Thematrian1 (9:33:47 PM): (thanks)
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Dragcrell (9:34:19 PM): ( >_< )
MilesMk1 (9:34:21 PM): "Yeah, not much of a kingdom, but for someone with a large ego and not much vision..."
MilesMk1 (9:34:35 PM): (BTW, that last bit about circling around was directed to Alex.)
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Thematrian1 (9:36:01 PM): a cat yowls, a street or two away
Dragcrell (9:36:40 PM): *looks to where it came from*
Umbrafer (9:37:51 PM): *Circle*
Umbrafer (9:38:05 PM): *Sensors towards cat-yowl*
Umbrafer (9:38:08 PM): Umbrafer rolled 8 6-sided dice: 1 3 1 5 1 6 1 6
Umbrafer (9:38:10 PM): Umbrafer rolled 2 6-sided dice: 5 1
Umbrafer (9:38:13 PM): Umbrafer rolled 5 6-sided dice: 6 2 2 5 4
Umbrafer (9:38:15 PM): Umbrafer rolled 1 6-sided die: 3
Thematrian1 (9:38:36 PM): you find two cat-sized things in an alley, inside an overturned garbage can
Thematrian1 (9:39:12 PM): the can is shaking, rolling around a bit. Then one of the cat-things races out of the can
Umbrafer (9:39:16 PM): "Looks like just a couple of cats fighting over some garbage…"
Thematrian1 (9:39:20 PM): and deeper into the alley
Umbrafer (9:39:20 PM): What does it look like?
Thematrian1 (9:39:45 PM): a cream and grey blur
Dragcrell (9:40:18 PM): "So what now?"
Umbrafer (9:42:04 PM): "Not much we can do but wander around and hope…"
MilesMk1 (9:42:21 PM): "So we make a circle around this place, look for anyone wearing colors?"
Umbrafer (9:42:24 PM): "What direction did they say he went?"
MilesMk1 (9:42:36 PM): "He didn't. Either too scared to say, or didn't know."
Dragcrell (9:42:51 PM): *nods and gets in the van and sits on the floor in the same spot as last time*
MilesMk1 (9:43:04 PM): "Too bad they're inside a Stuffer Shack... Makes it hard to bargain with them."
Umbrafer (9:43:41 PM): *Does a widening spiral biased away from the intersection, scanning*
MilesMk1 (9:43:44 PM): "I guess if we don't pick up something soon, it'll be time to call it a day and see about moving on with our plans..."
MilesMk1 (9:44:16 PM): "What I wouldn't give for a working cellphone network... We'd have this twerp located in a few hours."
Dragcrell (9:44:28 PM): "Plans?" *tilts head to the right*
Umbrafer (9:45:35 PM): #That's right… what do we do about her? Her info checked out, but…#
MilesMk1 (9:47:18 PM): #Well, a lot of it depends on Gedeon.#
MilesMk1 (9:47:41 PM): "Yeah, plans. If we're going to be stuck here, we need to make ourselves secure."
Thematrian1 (9:47:48 PM): (Gedeon didn't go on this ride, so you'll have to go home to check that out)
Dragcrell (9:48:30 PM): *nods* "ah."
MilesMk1 (9:49:41 PM): "Of course, better yet would be to get out of here, but we heard enough about the barricades and the troops to know that's probably one hell of a long shot."
Dragcrell (9:50:03 PM): *thinks*
Dragcrell (9:53:18 PM): "Anibell might be able to help but...."
MilesMk1 (9:54:39 PM): (Is Annible the boss in Denver, or someone else? I forget.)
Thematrian1 (9:54:56 PM): actions?
Dragcrell (9:55:02 PM): (boss in Denver)
MilesMk1 (9:55:09 PM): Umbrafer: *Does a widening spiral biased away from the intersection, scanning*
MilesMk1 (9:55:30 PM): I look around in case the scanning should miss something, and converse with the cat lady.
Thematrian1 (9:56:07 PM): what were your rolls for the scan, Jon?
MilesMk1 (9:56:09 PM): "Isn't she all the way in Denver? And what would we need to do for her?"
Thematrian1 (9:56:15 PM): (I'm lagging like mad)
Umbrafer (9:56:34 PM): Whoops, missed them.
Umbrafer (9:56:37 PM): Umbrafer rolled 5 6-sided dice: 6 1 5 6 3
Umbrafer (9:56:40 PM): Umbrafer rolled 2 6-sided dice: 3 3
Umbrafer (9:56:50 PM): (And just in case I get close enough to see something interesting:)
Dragcrell (9:56:53 PM): "yes shes in Denverrr and you would have to ask herrr."
Umbrafer (9:56:53 PM): Umbrafer rolled 8 6-sided dice: 1 4 2 5 3 4 5 2
Umbrafer (9:56:58 PM): (Guess not.)
Thematrian1 (9:58:38 PM): You find people inside many of the buildings in this area (maybe 2 out of every 3). No details, just bipedal warm spots
Umbrafer (9:59:22 PM): "People around. Can't get much more than that…" Anything looking like it might have windows or gaps large enough for proper spying?
Thematrian1 (9:59:56 PM): oh, definitely. This area redefines "run-down"; it's not clear what they do in the winter
MilesMk1 (10:00:10 PM): "Mhmm... I suppose I could try some of the buildings... They can't all be bunkered in like the guys inside the stuffer shack."
Umbrafer (10:00:26 PM): "If you want me to take a look first, I can pop the Kimji."
Umbrafer (10:00:35 PM): (And hopefully it won't get hit with a missile.)
Umbrafer (10:00:44 PM): (My poor, poor first Kimji.)
Dragcrell (10:00:58 PM): ((brb >_<)
MilesMk1 (10:01:00 PM): "Sure... Why don't you pick me someplace where the locals don't look too aggressive." *grins*
Umbrafer (10:01:37 PM): *Pop*
Umbrafer (10:01:42 PM): *Whirwhirwhirwhir*
Umbrafer (10:01:44 PM): *Wobble*
Umbrafer (10:01:49 PM): *Whirwhirwhirwhir*
Thematrian1 (10:02:05 PM): ok. We've got way too many buildings for me to describe, so narrow it down a bit: what are you looking for?
Umbrafer (10:02:33 PM): Kimji's flying out of the window, then up to the roofline. I'm trying to get a look at the occupants where possible, looking for some that appear generally healthy but not well-armed.
Thematrian1 (10:05:12 PM): You find a building that used to be a three-story coffin hotel: The neon "Space Cheap!" sign is still standing. Most of the second and third floors are missing, giving your Kimji a chance to look down on a group of
Thematrian1 (10:05:31 PM): humans and orks sitting around a fire on a garbage can lid, roasting something unidentifiable
Umbrafer (10:05:53 PM): #Got a group eating mystery meat over by that morgue.#
MilesMk1 (10:06:52 PM): #Hmm... That looks promising. Is their position accessible from the street?#
MilesMk1 (10:07:07 PM): #Also, how many?#
Thematrian1 (10:07:23 PM): There are five...no, wait, six, one just joined the others. No visible weapons
Umbrafer (10:07:44 PM): #Looks like six warm bodies, don't see any weapons. Looking for an entrance now…#
MilesMk1 (10:09:33 PM): #Got it.#
MilesMk1 (10:10:21 PM): *Stuffs several MREs and cans of coke into his backpack*
Thematrian1 (10:10:52 PM): (I thought all those got unloaded?)
Dragcrell (10:11:05 PM): "what are they for?" *watches Blake*
Umbrafer (10:11:51 PM): (This is Alex's van, it's always going to have some Aztecola if possible)
Thematrian1 (10:12:07 PM): (Heh, ok, ok)
MilesMk1 (10:12:15 PM): (Oh. I assumed we kept the crate in the van, for barter and emergencies.)
Thematrian1 (10:14:23 PM): (I'll accept that.)
MilesMk1 (10:15:10 PM): (If not, I just take more aztecola. We had crates and crates of that stuff, and I assume anything high in sugar would come in handy when dealing with people roasting mystery meat.)
Thematrian1 (10:16:01 PM): Blake is laden with aztecola and MREs
MilesMk1 (10:16:03 PM): Ok, once Alex finds me a way, I get out of the van (leave the rifle behind), and walk over casually.
Umbrafer (10:16:19 PM): *Seek seek*
Umbrafer (10:16:22 PM): Umbrafer rolled 8 6-sided dice: 6 4 6 3 3 3 5 5
Umbrafer (10:16:30 PM): Umbrafer rolled 2 6-sided dice: 4 4
Thematrian1 (10:16:36 PM): wow. What were you seeking that time?
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Umbrafer (10:17:17 PM): An entrance.
Thematrian1 (10:17:48 PM): well, there's "through the roof". There's also a set of clear plastic doors, which are wedged closed but also shattered in their frames
MilesMk1 (10:18:08 PM): So I could basically just walk through the shattered doors?
Thematrian1 (10:18:22 PM): Yep
MilesMk1 (10:18:39 PM): Ah, ok. I'll do that. Trying not to alarm anyone.
Thematrian1 (10:18:53 PM): Getting to their location is slightly trickier; there's a wall between them and the street
Thematrian1 (10:18:56 PM): but all the doors are open
Thematrian1 (10:19:15 PM): so, palms-out hands-open "come let us reason together" type of stuff?
Dragcrell (10:19:28 PM): *sits in the van unless something comes up*
Thematrian1 (10:19:37 PM): SC stays behind, check
MilesMk1 (10:20:07 PM): Not quite that careful... Just hands down by the sides, in plain view, walking quietly but not trying to sneak.
MilesMk1 (10:20:39 PM): Do I have to climb the wall first?
Thematrian1 (10:20:47 PM): No, there's a doorway
Thematrian1 (10:20:51 PM): no door, just the -way
MilesMk1 (10:20:57 PM): Oh, doorway in the wall.
Thematrian1 (10:21:09 PM): offset a bit, so it's invisible from the street
MilesMk1 (10:21:15 PM): Ok, I walk over, looking around, making sure someone doesn't hit me with a club.
Thematrian1 (10:21:20 PM): The guy holding the spit is noticably younger than the others. When he sees you, he jumps up and brandishes it at you. The others turn toward you with politely war expressions.
Thematrian1 (10:21:31 PM): Spitman: "Who the frag are you?"
Thematrian1 (10:21:34 PM): er
MilesMk1 (10:21:34 PM): war?
Thematrian1 (10:21:37 PM): politely wary
MilesMk1 (10:23:05 PM): *holds out his hands in the open*
Thematrian1 (10:23:22 PM): One of the others, quietly: "Calm down, Lee"
MilesMk1 (10:23:29 PM): "Relax, I just want to talk."
Thematrian1 (10:23:29 PM): Same guy: "Who're you?"
MilesMk1 (10:24:00 PM): "Well, I'm not a cop, and I'm not one of Deadeye's people coming to shake you down."
MilesMk1 (10:24:35 PM): "In fact, all I want is some information, and I'm willing to pay in food. That you don't need to kill and skin."
Thematrian1 (10:24:36 PM): A slight flinch at that name. "You heard about that?"
Thematrian1 (10:24:47 PM): "I'm listening"
Thematrian1 (10:26:34 PM): Lee sits back down, slowly, and the mystery meat resumes roasting
Umbrafer (10:27:02 PM): *Spends the time trying to identify the mystery meat*
MilesMk1 (10:27:37 PM): "As a matter of fact, I think his people grabbed a friend of mine, and I want him back." *takes out an MRE and a can of cola* "The closer you can point me to him, the more I'm willing to pay."
Thematrian1 (10:28:16 PM): Beat. "Lee? You were there."
Thematrian1 (10:29:14 PM): "Yeah. He came by, uh, yesterday. We all hid, but he was up on Morrisson, by the park, where they used to give away that sausage sometimes?"
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Thematrian1 (10:31:18 PM): "He was talking about loyalty and standing together and protection and that. He had a bunch of goons, Black Lenny was there and I don't know how that happened, he's in jail."
Umbrafer (10:32:01 PM): *Fond memories of sausage*
Thematrian1 (10:32:24 PM): He starts to warm to the subject; he clearly likes telling stories.
Thematrian1 (10:33:01 PM): "He said he had a way to keep the bugs off, that he could protect everybody."
MilesMk1 (10:33:20 PM): *is about to say something, but changes it to a polite "Hmm...."*
Thematrian1 (10:34:02 PM): "I thought it was shit when I heard it."
MilesMk1 (10:34:13 PM): "But...?"
MilesMk1 (10:34:57 PM): (assuming that was phrased in such a way that it invited a "But...?")
Thematrian1 (10:35:19 PM): He shakes his head. "He's a street sam, who knows what he can do?"
Thematrian1 (10:35:24 PM): "But I didn't believe it."
Thematrian1 (10:36:33 PM): "Neither did a lot of people. Those shackie wierdos told him to his face that he was full of it. At least, that one girl...Synth?"
Thematrian1 (10:36:40 PM): A collective shrug goes around the circle
EverGuard4 (10:37:14 PM): Synth no longer w us?
MilesMk1 (10:37:36 PM): "And what'd he do about that?"
Umbrafer (10:37:44 PM): (?)
Thematrian1 (10:37:45 PM): "Anyway, he said start thinking about what you can give. Not a problem if you got nothing, he said."
MilesMk1 (10:38:55 PM): (You just had him call the damn razorboy a street sam to get me indignant again, didn't you? :))
Thematrian1 (10:39:01 PM): "'cause he's got something he needs to build, an' he needs warm bodies."
Thematrian1 (10:39:14 PM): (Hehe. Not a lot of difference, from this guy's perspective)
Umbrafer (10:39:53 PM): Umbrafer rolled 6 6-sided dice: 6 4 2 6 4 3
Umbrafer (10:39:57 PM): Umbrafer rolled 2 6-sided dice: 4 6
Thematrian1 (10:40:01 PM): "So it started to break up, an' Synth went back to talk to him."
Umbrafer (10:40:01 PM): Umbrafer rolled 1 6-sided die: 6
Dragcrell (10:40:02 PM): (lol I'm shoure Blakes going to set him right in that area)
Umbrafer (10:40:05 PM): Umbrafer rolled 1 6-sided die: 3
MilesMk1 (10:40:19 PM): (actually, I don't want to interrupt him...)
Dragcrell (10:40:38 PM): (ment Deadeye ;3 )
MilesMk1 (10:41:00 PM): #Hey, Alex... Do we want to start building an army?*grin*#
Thematrian1 (10:41:09 PM): "Dunno what she thought she could do. I didn't hear what she said, but he started talk-talking, raving, whites of the eyes, the whole bit."
Dragcrell (10:41:12 PM): *looks out side the van for lack of much else to do*
Thematrian1 (10:41:13 PM): (Gedeon did)
MilesMk1 (10:41:26 PM): #Gedeon seemed to think we'd need on....#
MilesMk1 (10:41:35 PM): (and now he upstages me)
MilesMk1 (10:41:43 PM): *looks concerned*
Thematrian1 (10:41:45 PM): (Heh, sorry. It was a while ago)
MilesMk1 (10:42:41 PM): (J/K)
Thematrian1 (10:42:45 PM): He was standing on his truck, just freaking out, Synth is maybe twenty feet away, I'm getting the frag out, everyone's thinking that, except Synth is just standing there.
Umbrafer (10:42:50 PM): (I knew I should have taken Leadership) #We could… can't hurt for now, but there isn't much we can promise them. Or much we can do if they backstab us—every bullet is precious these days.#
Dragcrell (10:42:54 PM): Dragcrell rolled 6 6-sided dice: 4 6 3 6 1 5
Dragcrell (10:43:04 PM): Dragcrell rolled 2 6-sided dice: 4 6
Dragcrell (10:43:11 PM): Dragcrell rolled 1 6-sided die: 4
MilesMk1 (10:43:17 PM): #True... And these aren't exactly in great shape, anyway.#
Thematrian1 (10:44:05 PM): "So I'm just running away, I hear Synth scream, I didn't see it, but then there was this big whump, and then little bits of road flying around everywhere."
Umbrafer (10:44:12 PM): #Let's just do the nice-guy routine so they're friendly if we need them later.#
Thematrian1 (10:44:18 PM): "And I turn back and there's this big smoking hole and Synth is just gone."
Thematrian1 (10:44:38 PM): This is clearly the most exciting thing ever to happen in his young life.
MilesMk1 (10:44:39 PM): #Besides, I'm not sure I'm up to lying to a bunch of people so they could end up as cannon fodder... Routine?#
Umbrafer (10:45:00 PM): #I forgot, you're a softie.#
Umbrafer (10:45:23 PM): #I'm checking out that place he said they met with the target, and it looks like something went down…#
MilesMk1 (10:45:29 PM): "Well, so much for togetherness and loyalty..."
Umbrafer (10:45:41 PM): #Small but explosive. Maybe a Great Dragon or some other antitank missile.#
MilesMk1 (10:45:53 PM): #Too big for a grenade launcher?#
Thematrian1 (10:45:54 PM): He laughs a little. "He said he had the power, he'd showed us all, we'd better pay respect."
MilesMk1 (10:46:21 PM): *snorts* "Sounds to me he had a goon with a grenade launcher."
Thematrian1 (10:46:26 PM): "He comes back, we're leaving. Up on 'ridian Way, maybe; I heard there's a place there."
MilesMk1 (10:46:57 PM): Is Meridain Way close to Sigrun's place?
Thematrian1 (10:47:06 PM): Yes
Thematrian1 (10:47:22 PM): (I was hoping I could keep that a secret for more than ten seconds, but this is good too ;-))
MilesMk1 (10:48:23 PM): "Yeah? What kind of place is it? I know some people over there."
Thematrian1 (10:48:48 PM): "I just heard stuff. They've got food, they've got power, an' they're taking people in."
Umbrafer (10:48:51 PM): #Yeah. Too big and wrong shape.#
Thematrian1 (10:48:53 PM): Another one speaks:
Thematrian1 (10:48:57 PM): "And they're not azzies"
Thematrian1 (10:49:15 PM): A third: "Yeah. It's the Azzies that started this, I heard."
MilesMk1 (10:49:28 PM): Does "azzies" mean something in the local slang, besides people working for Aztechnology?
Thematrian1 (10:49:35 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 15 6-sided dice: 3 4 5 6 2 6 6 6 4 6 4 2 4 1 6
Thematrian1 (10:49:39 PM): If so, you haven't heard it
MilesMk1 (10:49:57 PM): Is Aztechnology especially big in Chicago?
Thematrian1 (10:50:06 PM): not really
EverGuard4 (10:50:11 PM): (bigger than in Des Moine... nvm)
Thematrian1 (10:50:31 PM): I mean, they have a presence, but it's not massive. They keep most of the good stuff in Aztlan, as far as you know.
Umbrafer (10:50:48 PM): (They have a massive presence /everywhere/.)
Umbrafer (10:50:54 PM): (If you exclude Stuffer Shacks, not so much.)
Thematrian1 (10:50:56 PM): (Relatively massive, then)
MilesMk1 (10:51:15 PM): "Azzies? Like the corp? I'd have figured one of them was as likely to be behind this fuckup as any other."
Thematrian1 (10:51:54 PM): The speaker nods. He's an ork with a heavy grey beard. "I heard they were doing some big ritual, some Azzie drek, but they got it wrong and got bugs instead."
MilesMk1 (10:52:19 PM): #Um... Hey, is Sigrun taking people in, or is she going to be really surprised by this newfound fame? In a bad way? 'Cause that sounds an awful lot like us.#
EverGuard4 (10:52:46 PM): (and everyone else we've met there)
MilesMk1 (10:53:27 PM): "Huh. Well, stranger things have happened... Not like you can trust any of them."
Umbrafer (10:53:57 PM): #I don't think she's taking in anyone she doesn't know. Well, friends-of-friends, but she isn't about to start a soup kitchen last I checked.#
Thematrian1 (10:54:15 PM): Everyone nods vigorously. The perfidy of large corporations is well-known.
Umbrafer (10:54:33 PM): #Might want to find out if you can. That'd be a good heads-up to give her to keep someone from getting blown away when they don't need to be.#
MilesMk1 (10:55:21 PM): "Those people by Meridian you heard about - do they run a garage, by any chance?"
Thematrian1 (10:56:15 PM): He shrugs. "I dunno. I heard they got ten trucks of food and things by looting Home Despot. Wish I'd thought to try that."
Umbrafer (10:56:31 PM): (Aw crap, it's us.)
EverGuard4 (10:56:38 PM): (but you saw that coming =))
Umbrafer (10:56:54 PM): (I had hope.)
EverGuard4 (10:57:01 PM): (cue distress signal from Sigrun's?)
MilesMk1 (10:57:46 PM): #So... Do I disabuse him of this, or do we just let Sigrun know so she doesn't shoot them?#
MilesMk1 (10:58:01 PM): (...of this idea)
Thematrian1 (10:58:02 PM): "Yeah, we'd be living like kings now."
EverGuard4 (10:58:17 PM): (any potential traitors in Sigrun's now?)
MilesMk1 (10:58:47 PM): (Not unless her own people got infliltrated, or the GM subverted one of my Level 2 contacts.)
Umbrafer (10:59:01 PM): #I'll warn her, but we should probably warn them off at the moment. Maybe let them know they aren't taking anyone in until things are a little safer.#
Umbrafer (10:59:08 PM): (There are three groups of people there:)
Umbrafer (10:59:18 PM): (Her people, our contacts, and Accident's people.)
Thematrian1 (10:59:20 PM): (There's also Accident and his bunch)
Thematrian1 (10:59:21 PM): (Right)
MilesMk1 (11:00:51 PM): "Ah, those guys... I actually know some of them. The area is probably safer than most, these days, but they're actually holing up for now, until things settle down a bit."
Thematrian1 (11:01:10 PM): "Drek."
EverGuard4 (11:01:12 PM): (I was thinking one of hers/one of Accident's)
Thematrian1 (11:01:17 PM): "Maybe onto Comden, then."
Umbrafer (11:02:24 PM): (If only retelling could turn our truck into an actual ten trucks.)
MilesMk1 (11:02:35 PM): (And fill them with food.)
Thematrian1 (11:03:27 PM): "The library'd probably let us in now."
Thematrian1 (11:03:41 PM): "Wrong kind of chips."
Thematrian1 (11:03:42 PM): "True"
MilesMk1 (11:04:23 PM): "Well... If you ever get ran out of here, you can try stopping by there... Ask for... Quentin. He's a, uh, friend of mine. Mind you, I promise nothing, but you've been a real help..."
MilesMk1 (11:04:40 PM): "Library?" *takes a couple more MRE's out of the bag*
Thematrian1 (11:04:43 PM): (Quentin?)
MilesMk1 (11:04:49 PM): (My middle name.)
Thematrian1 (11:04:51 PM): (Right, nevermind)
MilesMk1 (11:05:02 PM): (Well, my fake middle name, anyway.)
Thematrian1 (11:05:08 PM): (That part I got)
Thematrian1 (11:05:36 PM): "Yeah. They've got a bunch of chips, public terminals, but they make you pay to get in."
Thematrian1 (11:05:42 PM): "Not now, but who cares?"
MilesMk1 (11:06:29 PM): (Sorry, the "Not now, but..." - did that seem to relate to the library, or something else I said?)
Thematrian1 (11:06:51 PM): (The library, specifically paying to get in)
MilesMk1 (11:07:06 PM): (Ah, I see.)
MilesMk1 (11:07:42 PM): "Hey, last question... You guys know anything about a bunch of weird guy who sealed themselves inside the Suffer Shack at <address>?"
MilesMk1 (11:07:49 PM): guys
Thematrian1 (11:08:23 PM): "Yeah, the shackies. Synth was one 'a them."
Thematrian1 (11:09:55 PM): That seems to justify everything, from his perspective
MilesMk1 (11:10:09 PM): "Ah... Right, shackies... Should have caught that. Huh. No wonder they're not seeing visitors. That Synth girl... Was she a mage, or something? Got that kind of vibe, trying to talk to them."
MilesMk1 (11:10:45 PM): (substitute the right street word for "mage", I'm drawing a blank right now)
Thematrian1 (11:11:35 PM): He shrugs. "I dunno. We all called her that 'cause of her keyboard. Never saw her work any mojo."
MilesMk1 (11:12:14 PM): "Ah."
MilesMk1 (11:12:24 PM): "Well, thanks for all that."
MilesMk1 (11:13:21 PM): *hands over (or puts down, depending on how close they seemed comfortable with me getting) 3 MREs and matching cans of soda*
MilesMk1 (11:13:56 PM): (I think it'd be a little more than we can spare to leave one for each of them, and those things are supposed to feed an active soldier for a day anyway, right? Or something.)
Dragcrell (11:14:24 PM): *looks at Rock* "One of you apperrrs to be puzzled why?"
Thematrian1 (11:14:27 PM): Your every gesture has their full attention.
MilesMk1 (11:16:30 PM): "Good luck." *waves, then walks away*
Thematrian1 (11:16:45 PM): They watch you go. They make no move toward the food.
Umbrafer (11:17:07 PM): Umbrafer rolled 8 6-sided dice: 2 1 5 6 1 1 1 4
Umbrafer (11:17:09 PM): Umbrafer rolled 1 6-sided die: 1
Umbrafer (11:17:12 PM): Umbrafer rolled 1 6-sided die: 3
MilesMk1 (11:17:36 PM): #Heh... I suppose it's up to the Kimji to let us know what they do with it... Sad, when people get this jump over food...#
MilesMk1 (11:17:42 PM): jumpy
Thematrian1 (11:17:57 PM): The kimji is nowhere in sight, but then again, that's the point.
MilesMk1 (11:20:02 PM): (BTW, I've been meaning to ask, again... Are you guys ok with me taking up this much time? Perhaps we should figure out a way to rotate the action a bit, so other people get to do stuff...)
Umbrafer (11:21:09 PM): (I'm doing stuff, it's our Magekind that we need to find a way to work in more)
Thematrian1 (11:21:42 PM): (Not to sound harsh, but all interaction starts with a willingness to get out of the van. Unless you're Alex)
Dragcrell (11:22:15 PM): (lol I'm stuck ether way for now anyway ^_^ *pokes Rock* well for a few areas)
Thematrian1 (11:22:31 PM): (Keep in mind too that this is AIM. If the party goes off in four directions it's only slightly harder to handle than if you're all in a mass)
Thematrian1 (11:22:42 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 15 6-sided dice: 5 4 2 5 5 2 6 2 1 4 5 4 6 3 6
MilesMk1 (11:22:54 PM): (True.)
MilesMk1 (11:23:40 PM): Well, I just assume then they don't explode the food remotely because they suspect it's been tampered with, and return to the van.
Thematrian1 (11:23:51 PM): You hear no explosions
MilesMk1 (11:24:01 PM): #Hey, Alex, any of them following or snooping?#
Umbrafer (11:24:23 PM): Umbrafer rolled 8 6-sided dice: 2 2 2 4 1 1 5 6
Umbrafer (11:24:26 PM): Umbrafer rolled 1 6-sided die: 2
Umbrafer (11:25:20 PM): #No idea, but we've got some people speaking Russian in the park they talked about.#
EverGuard4 (11:25:30 PM): (sorry)
Dragcrell (11:25:44 PM): (hes BACK)
Dragcrell (11:26:53 PM): *looks at Rock* "One of you apperrrs to be puzzled why?"
MilesMk1 (11:26:57 PM): #Ah. Well, I suppose that's a bit more important... What are they saying?# *gets back in the van*
EverGuard4 (11:27:16 PM): *looks @ cat girl without comprehension*
Umbrafer (11:28:31 PM): #Someone's lecturing someone on subtlety.#
Dragcrell (11:29:09 PM): "mmmmm dose he speak english?"
Umbrafer (11:30:01 PM): #Silence.#
MilesMk1 (11:30:17 PM): "Some of the time."
MilesMk1 (11:30:36 PM): #Is he poiting at the crater as he does so?#
EverGuard4 (11:31:11 PM): *mutter mutter*
MilesMk1 (11:31:20 PM): #Huh... And how did Deadeye get mixed up with some sort of Russian muscle?#
EverGuard4 (11:31:45 PM): "Well... you appear to be a spirit wedged inside a body. I find it a bit odd."
Umbrafer (11:33:01 PM): #Wish I knew. They've got an ounce of smarts, so we'll need to cut radio contact when we get close.#
Dragcrell (11:33:02 PM): *blinks* "I do not underrr stand I have been likes this as long as I can rrremberrr."
MilesMk1 (11:33:20 PM): #Got it.#
Umbrafer (11:33:26 PM): #They picked up my drone but didn't pay attention to it. It's burst-transmitting the conversation every minute.#
MilesMk1 (11:33:29 PM): *ahem* "Got it."
MilesMk1 (11:33:55 PM): "Stupid habit... I've gotten used to it, even when inside the van."
Umbrafer (11:34:59 PM): "Yeah, well, all we need to do is get you some encryption gear and you can get used to it again."
Dragcrell (11:35:03 PM): "mmmm used to what?" *looks at Rock* "And what do you mean by spirrret wedged inside a body?"
MilesMk1 (11:35:27 PM): "Well, I guess we'll just need to see where they go from there... As long as you guys are still up to helping with this mess of mine, now that it looks like we have more than just a jumped-up slasher to worry about."
MilesMk1 (11:35:38 PM): "Using the radio."
MilesMk1 (11:36:22 PM): *shakes his head ruefully* "The guy with the spit called him a 'street sam'..."
Dragcrell (11:36:25 PM): "oh"
Umbrafer (11:36:48 PM): "Aren't most spirits wedged inside bodies?"
EverGuard4 (11:39:30 PM): "It feels unusual. Many spirits have bodies.... you (to cat girl) are noticeably different."
Thematrian1 (11:39:45 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 15 6-sided dice: 5 3 4 2 5 4 6 5 6 4 5 2 5 1 2
MilesMk1 (11:40:28 PM): "Well... Didn't she say you had two yourself, Rock? Or something like that..."
MilesMk1 (11:40:38 PM): (BTW, I have to run soon.)
Thematrian1 (11:40:48 PM): (And I have to sleep, come to that)
Thematrian1 (11:41:45 PM): A silence settles over the group's theological discussion
Dragcrell (11:42:45 PM): "yes he has two auras tho the method that was used on him is somthing diffrrrent frrrom what I have seen used." *looks at Rock confused* "but yourrr as confussing as the frrree spirrrets helperrr...
Dragcrell (11:43:11 PM): when it keeped asking forrr my name even afterrr I said it."
MilesMk1 (11:43:45 PM): *exchanges glances with Alex*
MilesMk1 (11:44:21 PM): "So, do both you guys and your three auras mind taking a look at a park infested with some tigger-happy Russians?"
Thematrian1 (11:45:00 PM): (There's an amusing image)
EverGuard4 (11:45:06 PM): ...
Umbrafer (11:45:16 PM): *Drives to near the park*
EverGuard4 (11:45:20 PM): "I vaguely remember hearing that three's a crowd, but I suppose I shall."
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Dragcrell (11:45:22 PM): *looks at Blake* "if it well help with me getting hold of Anibell yes tho you rrrealy think it well come to fighting?"
MilesMk1 (11:45:49 PM): "Well... Not to a fair fight, if we can help it."
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Dragcrell (11:46:52 PM): *nods* "I well do what I can tho dislike useing guns."
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MilesMk1 (11:47:31 PM): So, do we wrap up?
Thematrian1 (11:47:34 PM): You are near the park. It's flat, with a ramp down below the ground, an adjacent hotel that seems undamaged, and a small crater.
Thematrian1 (11:47:40 PM): Final actions?
EverGuard4 (11:47:52 PM): *examine area on astral*
MilesMk1 (11:48:12 PM): *makes sure he has his combat gear handy*
Thematrian1 (11:48:24 PM): astrally, the place is pristine
Dragcrell (11:48:37 PM): *finds a spot thats close to the ppl with out them seeing me do so*
Thematrian1 (11:48:55 PM): the only (visible) people in the area are inside the van
Dragcrell (11:49:20 PM): mmmm well so much for that then
Umbrafer (11:49:30 PM): *Checks the servos on the MMGs*
Thematrian1 (11:49:44 PM): they, too, are pristine
Thematrian1 (11:49:51 PM): See you all next week?
EverGuard4 (11:49:59 PM): alright
Dragcrell (11:50:00 PM): "wherrre arrre they?" *looks around*
Thematrian1 (11:50:17 PM): (Note: Gedeon is not here. If he shows up next week, he'll have happy fun times at Sigrun's)
Umbrafer (11:50:29 PM): (Mmm, happy fun times.)
Dragcrell (11:50:56 PM): (mmmmm think he still in then?)
Umbrafer (11:51:33 PM): (Oh, he'll be back, I just don't remember how long his sudden Tuesday-night obligations extended.)
Thematrian1 (11:52:00 PM): (Oh, so these two weeks aren't unconnected events?)
MilesMk1 (11:52:42 PM): (Ominous.)
MilesMk1 (11:52:47 PM): (Well, good night.)
Dragcrell (11:52:51 PM): (mmm might want to get hold of him and find out)
Thematrian1 (11:53:02 PM): (Good night)
MilesMk1 (11:53:04 PM): (Poke him with a stick.)
MilesMk1 (11:53:41 PM): (See you guys Thursday... Oh, and if the Sumerians are played by a human, tell whoever it is to get his ironclad out of my backyard. :))
Dragcrell (11:53:42 PM): (eh I say cattle prod
Umbrafer (11:53:43 PM): (No, sorry, I thought I'd mentioned)
Umbrafer (11:53:47 PM): (Hehehe)
Umbrafer (11:53:52 PM): (That would be him :) )
Umbrafer (11:54:00 PM): (Gedeon/Bron, that is)
MilesMk1 (11:54:22 PM): (Ah. I have a destroyer steaming towards it as we speak. Lets hope cooler heads prevail.)
MilesMk1 (11:54:25 PM): (Later.)
Thematrian1 (11:54:33 PM): Sleep well
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Umbrafer (11:55:46 PM): Oh!
Thematrian1 (11:55:55 PM): oh?
EverGuard4 (11:56:45 PM): ?
Thematrian1 (11:56:53 PM): oh ho ho?
Umbrafer (11:57:03 PM): Oh ho ho ho!
EverGuard4 (11:57:06 PM): No sir.
Dragcrell (11:57:14 PM): well I need to get have fun
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