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Thematrian1 (8:54:07 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 8 6-sided dice: 5 6 1 5 4 4 1 1
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Thematrian1 (8:54:19 PM): Spanish it is
Umbrafer (8:54:34 PM): Mmm, Spanish.
Umbrafer (8:58:22 PM): Anyway. Where did we last leave Gem?
Thematrian1 (9:02:04 PM): she did a bunch of research
Umbrafer (9:02:08 PM): Ah
Thematrian1 (9:02:17 PM): one sec
Umbrafer (9:02:21 PM): *Nods*
Thematrian1 (9:07:02 PM): and back
Thematrian1 (9:08:55 PM): let's see...I've got the info I want, more or less
Umbrafer (9:09:15 PM): *Nods*
Umbrafer (9:09:20 PM): Gem doing anything else?
Thematrian1 (9:10:22 PM): hm
Thematrian1 (9:10:35 PM): who else has had books published by Sylvan?
Umbrafer (9:11:28 PM): Several prominant sociologists, a few moderately popular novelists. Several members of the Tir government have published their memoirs through it.
Thematrian1 (9:13:01 PM): hm. Contemporaries of Ehran's?
Umbrafer (9:13:12 PM): Some of them, yes.
Umbrafer (9:13:47 PM): Sean Laverty, in particular.
Thematrian1 (9:14:39 PM): check. What do I know about him?
Umbrafer (9:15:13 PM): He was one of the "Big Four" who were central to establishing Tir Tairngire
Thematrian1 (9:15:20 PM): Ehran being another of those?
Umbrafer (9:15:30 PM): Ehran, Laverty, Aithne Oakforest, and Lugh Surehand.
Umbrafer (9:15:58 PM): Lugh Surehand is the current High Prince of the Council of Princes.
Thematrian1 (9:16:58 PM): ok. Has some kind soul stolen and published his memoir on an illict board someplace?
Umbrafer (9:17:45 PM): Yep. There is a fair amount of discussion on it, with a number of people complaining (or noting) that it's much less of a memoir than a manifesto on Elf RIghts.
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Umbrafer (9:19:07 PM): Ehran is mentioned in the dedication, but nowhere else in the book. Or was that not what you meant?
Thematrian1 (9:19:53 PM): that's what I meant. Nuts
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Umbrafer (9:22:08 PM): Anything else?
Thematrian1 (9:22:40 PM): Hm. I'll send the blimp on a high overfly of the facility and take some snapshots
Umbrafer (9:23:03 PM): You do so. Looking for anything in particular?
Thematrian1 (9:23:14 PM): nope
Umbrafer (9:24:00 PM): The building is surprisingly small, though they apparently have an offsite printing facility that's more of a proper factory. What time of day are you doing the flyby?
Thematrian1 (9:26:44 PM): um. late afternoon; I'd like to see people get off-shift, if possible
Umbrafer (9:28:14 PM): You start your flyby at about 5:00. The place is a hive of activity with people entering, leaving, milling about in the lot…
Umbrafer (9:30:51 PM): By 5:30, the pace has dropped significantly. Little clusters of people leave.
Umbrafer (9:31:02 PM): Are you primarily watching the entrances?
Umbrafer (9:31:16 PM): Well, front entrance?
Thematrian1 (9:31:26 PM): YES
Thematrian1 (9:31:28 PM): yes
Umbrafer (9:31:38 PM): Perception, then.
Thematrian1 (9:31:45 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 3 6 4 4 3 4
Thematrian1 (9:31:47 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 1 6-sided die: 2
Thematrian1 (9:31:50 PM): 6 after mods
Umbrafer (9:32:15 PM): At 5:45 the trail of people coming in ceases. At 5:50 two people in what look like generic security uniforms leave, chatting with each other.
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Thematrian1 (9:34:31 PM): two during the day...did I see any generics enter?
Umbrafer (9:34:44 PM): Not that you've seen.
Umbrafer (9:35:33 PM): Continuing watching?
Thematrian1 (9:36:27 PM): SURE
Umbrafer (9:37:04 PM): Occasional clumps of people leave until about 6:30. As of 6:45 you haven't seen anyone else.
Umbrafer (9:37:56 PM): 7:00 and no one.
Thematrian1 (9:38:25 PM): hm
Thematrian1 (9:38:29 PM): ok, I bring it home
Umbrafer (9:38:35 PM): Home it is.
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Umbrafer (9:42:04 PM): The blimp returns home.
Umbrafer (9:45:49 PM): Evening marches on.
Umbrafer (9:47:30 PM): 7:50.
Umbrafer (9:48:50 PM): 8:00. Gem, roll Willpower please.
Thematrian1 (9:48:57 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 6 4 5 6 2 5
Thematrian1 (9:49:00 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 2 6-sided dice: 2 6
Thematrian1 (9:49:03 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 1 6-sided die: 1
Thematrian1 (9:49:13 PM): that's 11 6 3 3
Umbrafer (9:49:19 PM): *Nods*
Thematrian1 (9:51:59 PM): I've had a rough few days; I guess I'll turn in
Umbrafer (9:55:36 PM): Gem gets some shuteye. Sleep comes quickly and easily to you, and your sleep is dreamless.
Umbrafer (9:56:49 PM): You wake up slowly. The room is dim, but light is coming through the windows. Your ceiling looks dirty, though…
Thematrian1 (9:57:10 PM): Dirty how?
Umbrafer (9:57:49 PM): It looks like it's smeared in places with something
Umbrafer (9:57:56 PM): Looks dark red, almost like rust
Thematrian1 (9:57:58 PM): Oh great.
Thematrian1 (9:58:06 PM): I hunt for my cell phone.
Umbrafer (9:58:21 PM): Now that you're up, the walls look like that too.
Umbrafer (9:58:38 PM): Your phone is where you left it. It appears to have turned off during the night.
Thematrian1 (9:58:47 PM): Can I turn it on?
Umbrafer (9:59:00 PM): You press the power button, but nothing happens.
Thematrian1 (9:59:11 PM): Extra great.
Thematrian1 (9:59:36 PM): Ok, I pocket the phone and take another look at the walls. They're bleeding, right?
Thematrian1 (10:00:00 PM): (It was going to be: "Hi, Hound, this is Gem. Are your walls bleeding? Just me then. Ok, thanks, bye." Click.)
Umbrafer (10:00:27 PM): You look more closely. Some of it does look like dried blood, but mostly it looks like rust
Umbrafer (10:00:38 PM): Your walls not being metal, no source for this is apparent.
Thematrian1 (10:00:50 PM): right. Well, astral perception ON, and I look out a window
Umbrafer (10:01:11 PM): Roll intelligence.
Thematrian1 (10:01:19 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 2 1 4 6 4 1
Thematrian1 (10:01:21 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 1 6-sided die: 2
Thematrian1 (10:01:24 PM): 6 2 2
Umbrafer (10:02:25 PM): Something strange. You /feel/ your perception shift, but your view doesn't change—it isn't like when you were a kid and you felt like you /should/ be able to see something else but can't, it's more like… this is all you see either w
Umbrafer (10:02:26 PM): *way.
Umbrafer (10:02:39 PM): The view outside the window seems normal, if foggy.
Umbrafer (10:04:05 PM): There's a metallic taste to the air.
Thematrian1 (10:04:25 PM): to go with the general feeling of rustiness, sure
Thematrian1 (10:04:52 PM): Ok, I lean out the window and try to whistle up a F3 wind spirit.
Umbrafer (10:05:34 PM): You pull on the window, but it won't open. Stuck, maybe?
Thematrian1 (10:06:28 PM): oh boy. I head for the door and try it
Umbrafer (10:07:56 PM): Your door has been chained shut from the inside.
Thematrian1 (10:08:05 PM): has it?
Umbrafer (10:08:14 PM): In the process, quite some number of thick plates with eye-rings have been bolted into the wall and door.
Thematrian1 (10:08:57 PM): I lean on the door and say, "All right, I'm impressed. What do you want?"
Umbrafer (10:09:25 PM): Perception.
Thematrian1 (10:09:43 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 3 4 6 1 5 5
Thematrian1 (10:09:47 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 1 6-sided die: 2
CirclMastr (10:10:23 PM): CirclMastr rolled 6 6-sided dice: 1 6 6 4 1 4
CirclMastr (10:10:25 PM): CirclMastr rolled 2 6-sided dice: 5 4
Umbrafer (10:10:35 PM): You think you hear faint movement on the other side, but then silence.
CirclMastr (10:11:02 PM): (brb, dinner)
Thematrian1 (10:11:10 PM): Chained from the inside, right.
Thematrian1 (10:11:18 PM): I twitch, then I check on my corpse.
Umbrafer (10:12:44 PM): The corpse is right where you left it.
Umbrafer (10:12:57 PM): Perception.
Thematrian1 (10:13:10 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 6 1 3 1 4 1
Thematrian1 (10:13:12 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 1 6-sided die: 1
Umbrafer (10:13:42 PM): Something about the corpse makes you uneasy (well, more than you'd think), but you can't place your finger on what.
Thematrian1 (10:14:20 PM): Ok. I hum a short call for a hearth spirit, force 3
Umbrafer (10:14:35 PM): Roll it.
Thematrian1 (10:14:57 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 2 5 5 5 3 4
Thematrian1 (10:15:03 PM): got him, 3 services
Thematrian1 (10:15:08 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 10 6-sided dice: 5 2 3 6 2 2 5 6 3 3
Thematrian1 (10:15:10 PM): and no drain
Umbrafer (10:15:20 PM): You call upon the spirits of this home.
Umbrafer (10:15:36 PM): /Something/ answers. Some dark reddish shape begins to bubble up from the carpet.
Thematrian1 (10:16:05 PM): hm. I don't dismiss it
Umbrafer (10:16:43 PM): Little lines of… something start spreading away from it slowly along the floor.
Umbrafer (10:16:55 PM): It heaves another few centimeters into the room.
Thematrian1 (10:17:07 PM): like cracks?
Thematrian1 (10:17:13 PM): I let it continue
Umbrafer (10:17:35 PM): Like cracks, but it doesn't look like anything is breaking—maybe /changing/.
Thematrian1 (10:17:56 PM): I'll permit it
Umbrafer (10:18:21 PM): It heaves upwards once again, then in a spray of some sort of fluid rips itself free from the ground. A dark spot remains.
Umbrafer (10:18:30 PM): It twitches slightly.
Thematrian1 (10:19:09 PM): "Good evening."
Umbrafer (10:19:21 PM): *Twitch*
Thematrian1 (10:19:54 PM): "Tell me about this place."
Umbrafer (10:20:14 PM): It moves its thinner side into the air slightly, moving it in your direction. It maintains an irregular tremor.
Umbrafer (10:21:12 PM): It flops towards you, then quivers some more.
Umbrafer (10:22:18 PM): You hear the sound of water running.
Thematrian1 (10:22:33 PM): Thank heaven. I move toward it. The bathroom?
Umbrafer (10:23:00 PM): Yep
Umbrafer (10:23:29 PM): The reddish trail goes past the door, which is now closed.
Thematrian1 (10:23:30 PM): I head in. Tell me it really is water...
CirclMastr (10:23:33 PM): (Back)
Thematrian1 (10:23:34 PM): I open it
Umbrafer (10:25:06 PM): The door opens. On the other side lies your bathroom. A reddish trail leads across the floor and into a large hole in the wall that has been torn open next to the sink. The sink itself has been thrown loose, and dark red water is
Umbrafer (10:25:10 PM): flowing freely from the pipe.
Thematrian1 (10:25:34 PM): how large is the hole? Would I fit?
Umbrafer (10:26:50 PM): It's pretty large--about five feet high and two feet wide.
Umbrafer (10:26:58 PM): Closer to two and a half, really.
Thematrian1 (10:27:59 PM): wow. Ok.
Thematrian1 (10:28:52 PM): hm. To my spirit: "Channel that " (pointing to the water gushing from what used to be the sink) " into the bathtub."
Umbrafer (10:29:35 PM): The spirit did not follow you. Well, if you look for it you'll find that it appears to be following you, but at a very, very slow pace.
Umbrafer (10:30:14 PM): Your bathroom floor is probably ruined. On the bright side, the flow seems to be slowing…
Thematrian1 (10:30:32 PM): yay, I guess
Thematrian1 (10:30:51 PM): I head into the hole, astral senses engaged
Umbrafer (10:31:49 PM): You slide into the hole. You come out in a small hallway with a metal grate as a floor. There's a stairwell at the other end.
Thematrian1 (10:32:04 PM): what's beneath the grate?
Umbrafer (10:33:02 PM): It looks like there's another hallway below. It's very difficult to see, but you think you see floor and there are definitely lights hanging from the underside.
Umbrafer (10:33:06 PM): Not on, of course.
Thematrian1 (10:33:20 PM): naturally
Thematrian1 (10:33:24 PM): Down the stairs with me
Umbrafer (10:34:41 PM): The stairs lead down, very far down without bending.
Umbrafer (10:34:52 PM): They end abruptly in a door.
Thematrian1 (10:35:32 PM): I open it, trying to hold an action to wake up.
Umbrafer (10:35:47 PM): Hehehe
Umbrafer (10:36:19 PM): It's difficult to open. Outside is what appears to be… the street.
Umbrafer (10:36:35 PM): Not the street outside your apartment, at least not unless it's been moved into a much worse and more inner-city neighborhood.
Thematrian1 (10:36:47 PM): good enough. I step out...oh. Hm. Well, I guess I still step out.
Umbrafer (10:37:15 PM): It's dark, though there are a few streetlamps that appear to be working.
Thematrian1 (10:37:30 PM): naturally. Do I recognize this place?
Umbrafer (10:38:16 PM): No, though it seems like it might be familiar. Maybe someplace in Tacoma, or on the edge of the Barrens?
Umbrafer (10:39:23 PM): There's a loud sound of metal on metal nearby, like someone hitting a chain-link fence or something.
Thematrian1 (10:39:56 PM): Guess I'd best check it out
Umbrafer (10:40:43 PM): You head towards the source of the noise. Walking away from you is an Ork. How much does Gem know about Orks?
Thematrian1 (10:41:41 PM): ::blink:: What everyone knows, I suppose. Lots of orks are dock workers, so she'd have that in her favor
Umbrafer (10:42:06 PM): Well, put it this way.
Umbrafer (10:42:39 PM): The Ork is a teenager. If Gem knows a lot about Orks and their life cycles, she'll know he's probably an early teenager. If not, she'll figure he's a late teenager or maybe an early twentysomething.
Thematrian1 (10:43:23 PM): ::nod::
Thematrian1 (10:43:31 PM): I give him a big smile as he approaches
Umbrafer (10:43:46 PM): (He's actually walking the other way right now :) )
Thematrian1 (10:44:08 PM): toward, away, it's all one
Umbrafer (10:44:32 PM): He's carrying what looks to be an aluminum baseball bat in his hand and a baseball mitt under his arm. Every so often he hits something nearby with the bat.
Thematrian1 (10:45:22 PM): I head for him, but not too quickly. Does this take me past the site of the whatever?
Umbrafer (10:45:32 PM): "The whatever"?
Thematrian1 (10:45:54 PM): anything that looks like it recently produced a metallic crash
Umbrafer (10:46:25 PM): It would indeed take you past a chainlink fence that he also walked past. That seems like a prime suspect.
Thematrian1 (10:46:56 PM): Good times. Keeping pace with him, I glance over at the fence. A victim of his bat, or is something else there?
Umbrafer (10:48:11 PM): You don't see anything else immediately around it.
Thematrian1 (10:48:38 PM): Ok. The next time he bashes something, I call out: "Come on, it can't be that bad!"
Umbrafer (10:49:11 PM): He whirls, holding the bat up between you—more defensively than threateningly, it looks like. Perception.
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Thematrian1 (10:49:44 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 3 3 1 2 6 5
Thematrian1 (10:49:52 PM): I do my considerable best to look friendly and non-threatening
Thematrian1 (10:49:54 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 1 6-sided die: 5
Umbrafer (10:50:15 PM): (You notice that when he turns he looks positively terrified.)
Umbrafer (10:50:22 PM): After a second, he lowers the bat and relaxes a little.
Umbrafer (10:50:26 PM): "Who are you?"
Umbrafer (10:52:12 PM): "How did you get here? What is this place?"
Thematrian1 (10:52:30 PM): I nod. "Pretty fragged up, isn't it? I just got here myself."
Umbrafer (10:52:34 PM): From his speech, you'd guess he's from Tacoma.
Thematrian1 (10:52:50 PM): "I've been here before, though, unless I'm much mistaken."
Umbrafer (10:53:23 PM): "You're drekking me. Where is it, then?"
Thematrian1 (10:54:12 PM): "I'm not sure. I didn't exactly come here on purpose."
Umbrafer (10:54:56 PM): "Man, I'm going to be in so much trouble…"
Thematrian1 (10:56:15 PM): "Less than you'd think. You fell asleep, and when you woke up you were here, right?"
Umbrafer (10:56:38 PM): "Nah, I must have taken a wrong turn coming back from practice."
Umbrafer (10:57:32 PM): "I left the field, walked halfway home, and then wound up here."
Thematrian1 (10:57:42 PM): (aww, shit)
Thematrian1 (10:58:20 PM): "Hmm. I've only ever come here while asleep. If it's even the same place, I mean."
Thematrian1 (10:58:28 PM): "Come on, let's walk together."
Umbrafer (10:58:42 PM): He looks doubtful of your sanity, but grateful for the company.
Umbrafer (10:59:16 PM): He swings the bat over his shoulder. "Where do we go?"
Thematrian1 (11:01:13 PM): "Excellent question. My apartment is back that way, but I'm not sure we want to be there."
Thematrian1 (11:01:19 PM): "There's something chained up outside my door."
Umbrafer (11:03:03 PM): He gives you another weird look.
Thematrian1 (11:03:37 PM): "This is a weird place. Not our world, I'm pretty sure. Maybe one of the metaplanes..."
Umbrafer (11:03:50 PM): "Meta-what?"
Thematrian1 (11:04:12 PM): "Metaplanes. Where conjurers get spirits from."
Thematrian1 (11:04:31 PM): "Ordinary people aren't supposed to be here, but it's the only way I can figure all the weirdness."
Umbrafer (11:04:59 PM): "So this is all magic?"
Thematrian1 (11:05:09 PM): "I think so. I could be wrong, but I think so."
Umbrafer (11:05:16 PM): "They teach magic at school, but nothing like this. It's all about why they don't use a spell to boil water or something."
Umbrafer (11:06:03 PM): (As a cultural note, magic is taught to students, including mundanes, in much the same way that science is nowadays)
Thematrian1 (11:06:11 PM): (Makes sense)
Thematrian1 (11:06:32 PM): "Well, this is deep secret stuff, if I'm right. Real how-many-miles-to-Babylon territory."
Umbrafer (11:06:44 PM): He looks completely lost.
Thematrian1 (11:08:17 PM): Another smile. "Don't worry about it."
Thematrian1 (11:08:30 PM): Do I know how to get to where I was in the last mystical experience from here?
Umbrafer (11:09:20 PM): No idea. All you know is that then you seemed to be on top of a very tall building, while now you're… well, you guess you're at the bottom of a bunch of very tall buildings, but none of them seem vast enough to have been that one.
Umbrafer (11:09:54 PM): Or if you meant the place where you found Mr. One-Eye, you have even less idea. There wasn't a building in sight there.
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Umbrafer (11:13:07 PM): From off somewhere in the distance to your right, you hear a howl.
Thematrian1 (11:13:23 PM): "Let's investigate that."
Umbrafer (11:13:32 PM): Your companion's reaction is dramatic. He flattens himself against the wall away from it, holding his bat out.
Umbrafer (11:14:35 PM): He looks at you with incredulity when you propose investigation.
Thematrian1 (11:15:47 PM): "Whatever it is, it isn't real. You didn't get here by taking a wrong turn."
Umbrafer (11:17:36 PM): "I don't know, man." (He uses the term in defiance of your gender.) "This… this has got to be real." He hefts his bat, taps it against a wall a few times. "No way this isn't real."
Thematrian1 (11:18:40 PM): "You ever use a beetle?"
Umbrafer (11:19:16 PM): "Naw, I'm clean. I saw what happened to Uncle Eddie."
Thematrian1 (11:19:37 PM): "Too bad. I mean, good for you, but it'd make this simpler."
Thematrian1 (11:20:01 PM): "But think about Uncle Eddie. He thought he was seeing, and doing, some pretty crazy drek, right?"
Umbrafer (11:20:17 PM): "I guess…"
Umbrafer (11:20:27 PM): He looks unconvinced.
Umbrafer (11:20:50 PM): Nevertheless, he peels himself off the wall and walks back over to you.
Thematrian1 (11:21:05 PM): Firmly: "It's the same for this. No matter how real it looks, it isn't."
Umbrafer (11:21:45 PM): "If you say so."
Thematrian1 (11:22:33 PM): (Let's hope this isn't Betraying Innocents to their Deaths day)
Thematrian1 (11:22:42 PM): I lead firmly toward the howl
Umbrafer (11:22:52 PM): (Every day is Betraying Innocents to their Deaths day ;) )
CirclMastr (11:23:01 PM): (It's Betray Innocents To Their Deaths Day every day on the metaplanes!)
Umbrafer (11:23:23 PM): "What's your name?"
Umbrafer (11:24:37 PM): You walk through ruined urban landscape, your companion every so often kicking or batting a rock or chunk of concrete away from him.
CirclMastr (11:25:02 PM): (He's trying to find your True Name so he can control you!)
Thematrian1 (11:25:49 PM): "Gem. What's yours?"
Umbrafer (11:26:02 PM): "Adam."
Thematrian1 (11:26:18 PM): (Because this place just wasn't mythically resonant enough)
Thematrian1 (11:26:23 PM): "Good name."
CirclMastr (11:26:48 PM): (Kill him and change history to a matriarchy!)
Umbrafer (11:26:59 PM): (And even better, the symbolism inherent in having the First Man be an Ork ;) )
Umbrafer (11:27:10 PM): (God has tusks!)
CirclMastr (11:27:37 PM): (This just screams for some sort of Orc & Pie joke)
Umbrafer (11:28:19 PM): (Pie kills you, pie eats Orc)
Umbrafer (11:28:45 PM): He shifts his glove to under the other arm. There's another howl, this one closer.
Thematrian1 (11:29:02 PM): What's the weather like?
Umbrafer (11:29:16 PM): He doesn't bolt this time, but stays frozen in place for a good fifteen seconds after the howl.
Umbrafer (11:29:32 PM): It seemed clear, but now there's a faint drizzle starting.
Thematrian1 (11:29:47 PM): Whispered: "Thank you..."
CirclMastr (11:30:50 PM): (Uh... huh)
Umbrafer (11:31:13 PM): "What the frag is that?"
Thematrian1 (11:31:23 PM): (No, this is good. Water is Gem's Thing, that's why the weird perverted water in the bathroom was so worrying.)
Umbrafer (11:31:31 PM): "Aw shi—drek, it's raining."
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Thematrian1 (11:31:59 PM): (How sweet! He's mistaken me for a lady)
Umbrafer (11:32:36 PM): "Shit! What's with this rain?"
Thematrian1 (11:32:44 PM): (Or not)
Thematrian1 (11:32:51 PM): Is there something odd about this rain?
Umbrafer (11:33:09 PM): It looks reddish, rusty even.
Thematrian1 (11:34:03 PM): oh hell. How does it taste?
Umbrafer (11:34:22 PM): Metallic, rusty. Perception.
Thematrian1 (11:34:29 PM): oh bugger
Thematrian1 (11:34:32 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 5 2 2 3 3 4
Thematrian1 (11:34:36 PM): Is it raining blood?
Thematrian1 (11:34:48 PM): Also whispered: "I withdraw my thank you."
Umbrafer (11:35:11 PM): It's definitely not blood, at least not pure blood.
Thematrian1 (11:35:23 PM): yay?
Thematrian1 (11:35:48 PM): "It's partially blood, I think."
Umbrafer (11:36:10 PM): This does not calm him.
Umbrafer (11:36:32 PM): (It seems more like rusty water than bloody water, to the best of your ability to tell)
Thematrian1 (11:37:12 PM): "Well, hang on, it might just be rust."
Thematrian1 (11:37:18 PM): "As if that makes sense..."
Umbrafer (11:37:55 PM): This also does not calm him. He's a tough customer, this Adam.
Thematrian1 (11:38:03 PM): I keep walking. Does he follow?
Umbrafer (11:38:08 PM): Yes.
Thematrian1 (11:38:18 PM): Good for him.
Thematrian1 (11:38:26 PM): By the way, I take it his clothes are pretty nice, for this part of town?
Umbrafer (11:38:40 PM): This time, though, he keeps the bat in front of him and held with two hands.
Thematrian1 (11:38:50 PM): also good for him
Thematrian1 (11:38:54 PM): ::approach::
Umbrafer (11:39:08 PM): Not really. Ragged sneakers, sweatpants, and a shirt now increasingly rust-stained.
Umbrafer (11:39:24 PM): I mean, pretty nice for /this/ part of town, but that's only because this is something straight out of the barrens.
Umbrafer (11:40:49 PM): The bat is surprisingly nice, but the glove looks third-hand at least.
Thematrian1 (11:41:25 PM): right
Umbrafer (11:41:26 PM): Up ahead, past another functioning streetlight, there seems to be a small gathering of dog-shaped things.
CirclMastr (11:42:26 PM): (It's a Rolling Stones reunion! Run!)
Umbrafer (11:42:42 PM): (One of them has christmas lights in its hair.)
Thematrian1 (11:42:59 PM): (err...k)
Thematrian1 (11:43:03 PM): I continue to approach
Thematrian1 (11:43:10 PM): what are they gathered around?
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CirclMastr (11:45:37 PM): CirclMastr rolled 6 6-sided dice: 6 6 6 1 2 6
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CirclMastr (11:46:08 PM): CirclMastr rolled 4 6-sided dice: 5 6 1 4
CirclMastr (11:46:10 PM): CirclMastr rolled 1 6-sided die: 4
Umbrafer (11:47:33 PM): (Just in case it wasn't clear, the christmas lights thing was a joke implying that one of the dogs was Keith Richards.)
Umbrafer (11:47:52 PM): It's hard to tell, but whatever it is it's clearly meaty.
Umbrafer (11:48:21 PM): It may also be bipedal.
Umbrafer (11:56:12 PM): You can't decisively confirm that it's human, especially since the head and substantial portions of the torso are missing.
Umbrafer (11:56:16 PM): That said, that would be your guess.
Umbrafer (11:56:41 PM): There are three dog-things, all feasting.
Thematrian1 (11:58:04 PM): Ok. I stop about ten feet out. What are they doing?
Umbrafer (11:58:29 PM): Feasting. They bite a piece of whatever it is, tear it off, then eat it and go for another.
Umbrafer (12:00:07 AM): At the moment they don't appear to have noticed you.
Umbrafer (12:00:20 AM): Adam appears to be seriously reconsidering this whole following-you business, but is still present.
CirclMastr (12:01:07 AM): ("What if the secret ingredient is PEOPLE?" "They already have a soda like that, Soylent Cola." "Oh. How is it?" "It varies from person to person.")
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