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MilesMk1 (8:38:10 PM): Evening.
Umbrafer (8:39:22 PM): j0
Umbrafer (8:40:14 PM): Dave will arrive at the usual time.
Thematrian1 (8:41:15 PM): so what happened last game?
MilesMk1 (8:41:49 PM): Good question. Was I there? It's all very hazy.
Umbrafer (8:42:34 PM): You were.
Umbrafer (8:42:37 PM): So was I.
Umbrafer (8:43:18 PM): You'd just arranged for a press pass and an escort.
Thematrian1 (8:44:26 PM): ok, let's go take advantage of that then
MilesMk1 (8:44:46 PM): And escort, meaning Glitch?
Thematrian1 (8:45:01 PM): yep
Thematrian1 (8:45:06 PM): oh
Thematrian1 (8:45:11 PM): I dunno
Umbrafer (8:45:13 PM): Nope, a crooked Star cop.
Umbrafer (8:45:15 PM): Well
Umbrafer (8:45:18 PM): You presume he's crooked
Umbrafer (8:45:27 PM): Hound's contact said something about him not coming cheap
MilesMk1 (8:45:32 PM): Oh, right.
MilesMk1 (8:45:41 PM): Was I still supposed to come?
Thematrian1 (8:45:50 PM): yes
Umbrafer (8:48:01 PM): Glitch never did get his black and white shake, either.
MilesMk1 (8:50:00 PM): He settled for chocolate.
Umbrafer (8:50:05 PM): Yep
Thematrian1 (8:50:42 PM): ok, so let's finish our food and go impress a crooked cop
MilesMk1 (8:51:08 PM): Sounds good to me. You do the talking.
Thematrian1 (8:51:27 PM): ::gimps over to the police station::
MilesMk1 (8:51:30 PM): ... I assume this is one of those times where I should leave most of my gear, aside from the jukebox, in the car.
Thematrian1 (8:52:15 PM): I'm thinking so. I'll introduce you as my camera man, but you won't bring your camera, which will put him at his ease.
Thematrian1 (8:52:50 PM): because if you get involved in bribery, I'm guessing you don't want it video recorded
Umbrafer (8:54:05 PM): I'm sure someone, somewhere is into that.
Thematrian1 (8:54:20 PM): yeah, well, let's not take bets. We drive into the station.
Umbrafer (8:55:05 PM): *Drive drive drive*
MilesMk1 (8:55:22 PM): I suppose... Nah, I won't leave any skillsofts behind. If they're going to be scanning my skillsofts (they don't actually have external labels like "Demolitions: Illegal"...) I'm getting arrested anyway.
Umbrafer (8:55:43 PM): At first you think a second, even more violent riot has formed around the station. Then you catch sight of the cameras and mic booms.
Thematrian1 (8:56:04 PM): of course
MilesMk1 (8:56:05 PM): "Oh, wow. What channel are we working for?"
Thematrian1 (8:56:07 PM): nuts
Thematrian1 (8:56:23 PM): "No way to keep this quiet. Drive on by for now."
Umbrafer (8:56:23 PM): There's an area that's been cordoned off. It looks like the area is much smaller than it was originally meant to be.
Thematrian1 (8:56:36 PM): Are they taking questions?
MilesMk1 (8:56:56 PM): "Maybe the fact we're not going to be waving recording equipment at them will work in our favor..." *drives around*
Umbrafer (8:57:21 PM): It's hard to tell amidst the mob.
Thematrian1 (8:57:40 PM): Ok, I guess we'd better stop. We're not disguised yet anyway, so in a sense we are disguised.
Umbrafer (8:57:46 PM): Hehehe
MilesMk1 (8:59:49 PM): *finds a parking space*
MilesMk1 (8:59:54 PM): (balloon still working?)
Umbrafer (8:59:58 PM): How close?
MilesMk1 (9:00:13 PM): (as close as the power of the balloon allows)
Thematrian1 (9:00:17 PM): I press my way into the throng. Glitch'll probably do better if he can work his balloon action, though.
MilesMk1 (9:00:45 PM): But it doesn't have to be that close. A block is fine.
Umbrafer (9:00:50 PM): Unfortunately, the power of the balloon is nothing compared to the power of a mob of irate reporters and their crews. That said, you do manage to slip into a spot a few blocks away.
MilesMk1 (9:00:59 PM): Mhmm. Ok.
MilesMk1 (9:01:44 PM): "So, what kind of business were we suppposed to say we were here on? I assume it was somethine else besides "hi, we're here to bribe a public servant"."
Thematrian1 (9:01:57 PM): "That's the problem. I don't think we can get in right now."
Thematrian1 (9:02:09 PM): "We'd have to explain ourselves to too many people."
Thematrian1 (9:02:13 PM): "The mob would flip."
MilesMk1 (9:02:18 PM): "Mhmm... Pretending not to be reporters, so we can get inside and then pretend to be reporters."
Thematrian1 (9:02:45 PM): "Strictly speaking, we be pretending to be reporters who are pretending not to be reporters."
MilesMk1 (9:03:10 PM): "I have a launcher loaded with concussion grenades. That'd clear the place."
Thematrian1 (9:03:41 PM): ":Outside a police station. I like the way you think." (said teasingly)
MilesMk1 (9:03:51 PM): "A man can dream."
MilesMk1 (9:04:40 PM): "I could claim to be a concerned citizen, helping law enforcement contain a disturbance threatening civic order."
MilesMk1 (9:04:54 PM): *focuses, looks serious*
MilesMk1 (9:05:09 PM): "Let's just hop out, find a good spot on the perimeter, and watch for an opening."
Thematrian1 (9:05:45 PM): hang on
Thematrian1 (9:05:53 PM): out of character, have we called the contact and warned him yet?
MilesMk1 (9:06:13 PM): I thought so, or at least Hound told him to expect us.
MilesMk1 (9:06:19 PM): But I'm not 100% sure.
Umbrafer (9:06:53 PM): You were told to call when you were coming in.
MilesMk1 (9:07:04 PM): Ah. Well, maybe he can be of help, then.
Thematrian1 (9:07:29 PM): "I'll call and ask. Go use your balloon mojo and get to the front of the crowd."
MilesMk1 (9:07:42 PM): "Let's see how well it works."
MilesMk1 (9:07:57 PM): *heads out, tries to get to the front of the crowd*
MilesMk1 (9:08:29 PM): (if balloon mojo isn't enough, he uses the fact he's a 110lb guy with a STR of 5 to unpleasently suprise rude shoving people)
MilesMk1 (9:08:54 PM): (What? No, do I look like I could have pushed him hard enough to make him fall?)
Umbrafer (9:11:03 PM): ( :) )
Thematrian1 (9:11:09 PM): ::dials::
Umbrafer (9:11:24 PM): The balloon mojo… well, it probably works, because you don't get trodden underfoot by anyone, but it's slow going.
Umbrafer (9:12:37 PM): One cameraman swings an elbow at you as you push forward, but he gets knocked off-balance halfway through and nearly ends up sprawled on the ground.
Umbrafer (9:12:41 PM): Quickness.
MilesMk1 (9:13:58 PM): MilesMk1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 4 3 2 6 1 5
MilesMk1 (9:14:01 PM): MilesMk1 rolled 2 6-sided dice: 4 6
MilesMk1 (9:14:19 PM): Just ignore the second die, I guess.
Umbrafer (9:14:44 PM): You know you wanted to say "first" ;)
Umbrafer (9:15:07 PM): Nevertheless, that's enough. You thread the crowd, and end up somewhere near a bundle of LS officers desperately trying to hold back the tide.
Thematrian1 (9:15:40 PM): (If you copped a feel with the Gloves, I bet no one would ever sort out who was responsible)
MilesMk1 (9:16:34 PM): (Heh... Probably, but I left them behind. Didn't think it'd be a good idea to bring them inside.)
Umbrafer (9:18:14 PM): (Most reporters are indeed un-shock-gloved)
Thematrian1 (9:18:40 PM): What's going on over there?
Umbrafer (9:18:41 PM): *Ring ring*
Umbrafer (9:18:43 PM): *Ring ring*
Umbrafer (9:18:53 PM): *Ring ri—* "Hello?"
Thematrian1 (9:19:07 PM): This is a private number, right?
Umbrafer (9:19:12 PM): Yep.
Thematrian1 (9:19:25 PM): "Good afternoon, Mr. ________. Is this a bad time?"
Umbrafer (9:19:48 PM): (Jerry Powell)
Thematrian1 (9:19:54 PM): Mr. Powell
Umbrafer (9:20:20 PM): "No worse than any other."
Thematrian1 (9:20:50 PM): "That bad, huh? I'm sorry."
Umbrafer (9:21:39 PM): He grunts. "You outside?"
Thematrian1 (9:21:52 PM): "Yep. I'd come back in a few hours, but it doesn't look like it'd help."
Umbrafer (9:22:37 PM): There's a long pause. "Doubt it."
Thematrian1 (9:23:17 PM): "I'd hoped to avoid explaining myself to your superiors, but it doesn't look like that's on the menu either."
Thematrian1 (9:23:26 PM): "After hours, maybe?"
Thematrian1 (9:25:23 PM): #What's going on up front?#
Umbrafer (9:25:54 PM): "Reporters won't leave 'til someone talks. No one here talks 'til we know what to say. No one's telling us what to say."
Umbrafer (9:27:03 PM): Situation up front is a bunch of reporters yelling questions at a bunch of cops who look like they're trying to find an excuse to use lethal force.
Thematrian1 (9:27:49 PM): "What sort of non-Lone Star people would come in at this time of day?"
Thematrian1 (9:28:05 PM): "And if we disguise ourselves, can you back our bluff?"
Umbrafer (9:28:53 PM): "Yeah." Roll Etiquette.
Thematrian1 (9:28:58 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 5 1 6 2 6 6
Thematrian1 (9:29:02 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 3 6-sided dice: 5 3 4
Thematrian1 (9:29:20 PM): 10 9 8 4 after mods, unless my voice is sexy enough for GLaKI
Thematrian1 (9:29:36 PM): either way, I think I can fairly claim the bonus when we finally meet in person
Umbrafer (9:30:12 PM): Hah, not this time--this wasn't persuasion-related, either. The tone of his voice sounds somewhat defeatist, but your guess is that it's about the situation in general rather than a lack of conviction in his ability to get you in.
Thematrian1 (9:30:57 PM): awesome
Thematrian1 (9:31:03 PM): does he volunteer any suggestions
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CirclMastr (9:31:13 PM): (Hey all, sorry for lateness)
Umbrafer (9:31:27 PM): "All kinds. Just tell me when you want to get in and I'll take care of it."
Thematrian1 (9:31:57 PM): "How about now?"
MilesMk1 (9:32:08 PM): #The reporterts are being morons, the cops look twitchy.#
MilesMk1 (9:32:14 PM): (Evening.)
Umbrafer (9:33:09 PM): "Sure. Can you get up to near the front of the crowd?"
Thematrian1 (9:33:47 PM): "Sure thing."
Thematrian1 (9:33:52 PM): #I'm going in. Where are you.#
Thematrian1 (9:34:00 PM): "What's the plan?"
Umbrafer (9:36:12 PM): "A good one. Lemme know when you get there, and where you end up."
Thematrian1 (9:37:26 PM): "...All right." (teasing, trusting)
MilesMk1 (9:38:08 PM): #Over by *whatever*.#
Thematrian1 (9:38:19 PM): "We're going to be near *whatever*"
Thematrian1 (9:38:30 PM): ...and then I plunge in.
MilesMk1 (9:38:40 PM): #Are you coming? Be careful, the cameramen are vicious.#
Thematrian1 (9:39:08 PM): Yeah, I use sex appeal to get my way. My big Strength of 1 eliminates Glitch's solution.
MilesMk1 (9:39:09 PM): *gets ready to help Gem out in necessary*
MilesMk1 (9:39:16 PM): if
Umbrafer (9:39:59 PM): Roll… hm. Quickness and… I don't know, Charisma with GLaKI mods?
Thematrian1 (9:40:08 PM): woo. Do I get Aptitude too?
Thematrian1 (9:40:12 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 7 6-sided dice: 2 2 3 3 4 2 1
CirclMastr (9:40:18 PM): (Do I even want to ask what's going on with this?)
Thematrian1 (9:40:34 PM): doh. At least the second effect is guaranteed
Umbrafer (9:40:38 PM): Which was that?
Thematrian1 (9:40:48 PM): strangers start Friendly instead of Neutral
Umbrafer (9:41:03 PM): Hehehe
Umbrafer (9:41:13 PM): Depends on whether or not they smell that you aren't a reporter :)
Thematrian1 (9:41:27 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 3 3 6 5 3 3
Thematrian1 (9:41:32 PM): thta was Charisma and Quickness
Thematrian1 (9:41:34 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 1 6-sided die: 6
Thematrian1 (9:41:37 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 1 6-sided die: 3
Umbrafer (9:42:35 PM): It takes you longer than you'd like, and you get groped several times on the way in. That said, unless you stop to settle some hash, you're through.
Thematrian1 (9:43:37 PM): hm. No, not today.
MilesMk1 (9:44:00 PM): (We're pushing through a crowd of reporters in front of a police station, so we can get in and talk to your contact.)
MilesMk1 (9:44:13 PM): *slots Negotiation*
CirclMastr (9:45:24 PM): (Can we consider I have a spider with you?)
Umbrafer (9:45:45 PM): (Sure. It'd have to be riding somewhere protected, but I'm fine with that.)
Umbrafer (9:46:02 PM): (If Glitch chooses, of course :) )
MilesMk1 (9:46:18 PM): (Is it filled with explosives?)
MilesMk1 (9:46:33 PM): (Remember, there are limits to what I can bring into a police station.)
MilesMk1 (9:47:10 PM): (A drone with a grenade attached... Seems unwise.)
MilesMk1 (9:49:07 PM): (So let's call it a yes, if you had something for me that was unarmed and inconspicuous - it's your contact's station, after all...)
CirclMastr (9:49:50 PM): (Let's say I gutted one.)
CirclMastr (9:50:01 PM): (So you have a nonexplody spider)
Umbrafer (9:50:03 PM): (Sure)
MilesMk1 (9:50:30 PM): (Ok.)
MilesMk1 (9:50:58 PM): (It gets to ride in an inside pocket of my armored jacket for now.)
Umbrafer (9:51:51 PM): JP: "That you next to the Channel 27 bimbo?"
Thematrian1 (9:51:53 PM): ::shove shove::
CirclMastr (9:52:06 PM): (It taps out amusing statements in morse code that I doubt Glitch can translate from memory)
Thematrian1 (9:52:16 PM): Are we next to a Channel 27 bimbo.
Umbrafer (9:52:25 PM): You look to your left. No bimbo.
Umbrafer (9:52:28 PM): You look to your right.
Umbrafer (9:52:33 PM): Channel 27 bimbo it is.
CirclMastr (9:52:59 PM): (Aww... any chance I can switch from spider to rotor drone so Hound can see the bimbo? ;) )
Umbrafer (9:53:14 PM): (You can see here any time you want on the Channel 27 archives)
CirclMastr (9:53:16 PM): (Just say it's your camera drone or something)
CirclMastr (9:53:46 PM): (You can't zoom in on her cleavage with the archives, though. And the live feed is too expensive to waste on really softcore porn.)
Umbrafer (9:54:21 PM): (Sure you can. How do you think they get viewers away from Channel 26?)
MilesMk1 (9:54:45 PM): (We decided a visible camera wasn't a good idea, given that we were going to be bribing your contact. Might make him uncomfortable.)
CirclMastr (9:55:04 PM): (Mmm.)
Umbrafer (9:56:32 PM): Assuming you relay the information out, he reports that he's standing by the door.
MilesMk1 (9:56:34 PM): (And actually, Glitch - with his effective Int of 8 and a head full of memory enhancing and math-related cyber - probably could handle the Morse Code, but I doubt he will bother, in a frenzied crowd.)
Umbrafer (9:56:57 PM): (Honestly, he may not notice.)
MilesMk1 (9:57:08 PM): (That too.)
Umbrafer (9:59:03 PM): Actions?
MilesMk1 (9:59:33 PM): #Let's go...#
MilesMk1 (9:59:46 PM): *starts clearing a path for Gem towards the contact*
Thematrian1 (9:59:54 PM): "That's us."
Umbrafer (10:00:29 PM): He walks over towards you. He keeps talking on the phone, which is now obviously an internal (or at least DNI-controlled) model.
Umbrafer (10:01:08 PM): JP: #Relax, and have anyone with you come when I grab you. This'll just take a minute.#
Umbrafer (10:01:23 PM): Roll perception.
Thematrian1 (10:01:28 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 2 4 6 4 1 3
Thematrian1 (10:01:31 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 1 6-sided die: 5
MilesMk1 (10:01:39 PM): MilesMk1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 1 6 2 1 4 4
MilesMk1 (10:01:42 PM): MilesMk1 rolled 1 6-sided die: 4
Umbrafer (10:01:56 PM): Umbrafer rolled 15 6-sided dice: 4 1 2 5 4 5 1 3 4 6 5 5 1 3 3
Umbrafer (10:02:01 PM): Umbrafer rolled 1 6-sided die: 3
Thematrian1 (10:02:21 PM): (To Glitch): #He hasn't said what his plan is yet...I think he's gonna arrest us.#
MilesMk1 (10:03:41 PM): #Ah... Ok. I guess if he is, we can't exactly run for it in this situation, anyway.#
Umbrafer (10:03:46 PM): One of the cops sneezes violently. At almost the same instant, another cop holding the barricade about a meter to your right makes a short motion, and one of the reporters staggers forwards.
CirclMastr (10:03:48 PM): (If I get betrayed after paying seven grand, I'll be pissed and come heavy)
MilesMk1 (10:04:40 PM): *exploits any openings thus created*
Umbrafer (10:04:42 PM): The cops immediately pile on him, and several more from the back draw their weapons and train them on the crowd, shouting at them to get down.
MilesMk1 (10:04:53 PM): *or not*
Umbrafer (10:05:41 PM): JP and several others move up and grab a few of the people in the area.
Thematrian1 (10:05:43 PM): I put my hands up and smile, as if I haven't processed this yet.
Umbrafer (10:06:11 PM): JP passes off the person he grabbed to someone who cuffs them, then grabs Gem's wrist. #Don't fight it.#
MilesMk1 (10:06:21 PM): *goes along with things*
Thematrian1 (10:06:26 PM): I don't fight it.
MilesMk1 (10:06:40 PM): *makes sure he's available for grabbing*
MilesMk1 (10:06:53 PM): (That sounded vaguely wrong.)
Umbrafer (10:07:32 PM): He twists you around semi-violently, then slaps a pair of plastic restraints on you very loosely and tugs you towards the door.
Umbrafer (10:07:49 PM): When Glitch starts to follow, he grabs him too. #He with you?#
Umbrafer (10:08:24 PM): The Channel 27 bimbo is screaming something about a lawyer.
Thematrian1 (10:08:52 PM): #Yep#
Umbrafer (10:09:12 PM): #Anyone else?# He hauls you roughly towards the door.
Thematrian1 (10:09:28 PM): #Nope, just us two.#
Umbrafer (10:10:14 PM): You and a passel of reporters are dragged into the depths of the station.
CirclMastr (10:10:21 PM): (Is the bimbo being brought in as well?)
Umbrafer (10:10:39 PM): Yep, she's somewhere towards the front of the line.
Umbrafer (10:10:57 PM): Somewhere right before the cell block, your tour takes an abrupt turn into a large storage room.
Umbrafer (10:12:07 PM): Officer Powell cuts the restraints off of Gem. Probably through force of habit, as they weren't remotely tight enough to keep your hands in.
Umbrafer (10:12:37 PM): He digs around under one of the boxes in the back.
Thematrian1 (10:12:47 PM): I had them back to him with a little bow. What else is in this room?
Thematrian1 (10:12:51 PM): I'm recording everything.
Thematrian1 (10:12:57 PM): video and audio
MilesMk1 (10:13:03 PM): This probably isn't the time to show off my ability to get out of restraints. Though it'd be nice if he'd release me as well.
Umbrafer (10:13:21 PM): He would, but he never actually put any on you, just grabbed a wrist and dragged.
MilesMk1 (10:13:25 PM): Oh.
MilesMk1 (10:13:35 PM): Good deal.
Umbrafer (10:13:42 PM): A large number of unlabelled boxes, some with water damage. Several lights are out, and there's a decent amount of mildew in the far corner.
Umbrafer (10:14:06 PM): There's also a large stack of Troll-sized kevlar vests.
Umbrafer (10:15:23 PM): He eventually emerges from the stack and tosses you a pair of badges.
CirclMastr (10:15:46 PM): #Is is safe to come out of the pocket yet?#
Umbrafer (10:15:57 PM): They claim you're from the Mayor's press team.
Thematrian1 (10:16:21 PM): I grab one and affix it.
Thematrian1 (10:16:32 PM): #I wouldn't yet#
MilesMk1 (10:16:37 PM): #Not just yet.#
Umbrafer (10:17:10 PM): "Just don't piss anyone off and those'll get you by."
Umbrafer (10:17:20 PM): He sits down on a box and lights a cigarette.
MilesMk1 (10:17:23 PM): I put the badge on.
MilesMk1 (10:17:43 PM): #Wasn't he supposed to get us the look at the notebook?#
Umbrafer (10:17:49 PM): He offers the pack to you.
Thematrian1 (10:18:00 PM): I decline.
Thematrian1 (10:18:03 PM): "Much appreciated. Any idea where we should be looking for this notebook?"
Umbrafer (10:18:25 PM): "Yeah. Things'll quite down in a few."
Umbrafer (10:18:29 PM): *quiet
Thematrian1 (10:19:23 PM): I nod. "So, what's it like working for the 'Star?"
Umbrafer (10:20:10 PM): He shrugs. "It's a job. Pretty good one 'til I got sent here."
Thematrian1 (10:21:28 PM): "Yeah. What've you heard about this latest mess?"
Umbrafer (10:22:42 PM): "Mess doesn't begin to describe it. They're saying the Mayor's going to cut our contract if we don't find whoever did it inside the month."
Thematrian1 (10:22:46 PM): Still very casual, killing time.
Umbrafer (10:23:11 PM): "Fuck, some trog kid gets himself lynched and suddenly the whole city's making a fuss."
Thematrian1 (10:23:45 PM): With real sympathy: "Drek."
Thematrian1 (10:24:05 PM): Do I read him as anti-ork here?
Umbrafer (10:24:16 PM): Roll Etiquette.
Thematrian1 (10:24:32 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 1 3 3 4 5 4
Thematrian1 (10:24:39 PM): sigh. 4 3 3 2 2
Umbrafer (10:24:42 PM): "Drek", he affirms. He lights a cigarette from the butt of the old one, then tosses the butt into a puddle.
CirclMastr (10:25:03 PM): (Which ignites, burning down all the evidence)
Thematrian1 (10:25:10 PM): #Go ahead and look in the boxes. I can probably keep him distracted, and you never know what we might find.#
Thematrian1 (10:25:18 PM): #Not that we can take anything, at least not today#
Umbrafer (10:25:44 PM): Hard to tell. Rather, it's hard to tell whether it's specific and deliberate anti-ork sentiment or just general semiunconscious racism.
Umbrafer (10:26:22 PM): Though anti-trog sentiment does tend to run high among police, given the greater danger they face from such groups.
Thematrian1 (10:26:35 PM): The middle path, then: "I mean, I've got nothing against orks, but it's just him, you know? Just one guy. I swear I don't understand this city at all."
Umbrafer (10:27:25 PM): "Got that right."
MilesMk1 (10:27:54 PM): *examines some of the boxes casually, out of the cop's LOS*
Thematrian1 (10:28:10 PM): I continue to try and hold his attention, drawing him out to talk about what he's done in the Star.
Umbrafer (10:28:13 PM): How are you examining them?
MilesMk1 (10:28:14 PM): (not expecting to find anything major here, so don't stop the conversation on my account)
Thematrian1 (10:28:17 PM): if he tells obvious lies, I eat them up
Thematrian1 (10:28:28 PM): (This part is outside my RL expertise ;-))
MilesMk1 (10:29:01 PM): Just a discreet peek here and there. I might open a flap, but don't rifle through the contents.
MilesMk1 (10:29:32 PM): And I'm looking bored, in case he glances my way.
Umbrafer (10:29:38 PM): "…Can you believe it? Stationed all the way out here just for sleeping around on the comissioner's daughter?"
Umbrafer (10:29:43 PM): Roll Stealth
MilesMk1 (10:29:48 PM): MilesMk1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 5 5 4 2 2 4
MilesMk1 (10:29:51 PM): Grr.
Umbrafer (10:29:56 PM): Umbrafer rolled 15 6-sided dice: 1 5 1 1 4 6 6 2 4 3 6 1 3 5 2
Umbrafer (10:30:03 PM): Umbrafer rolled 3 6-sided dice: 5 4 6
Umbrafer (10:30:06 PM): Umbrafer rolled 1 6-sided die: 1
CirclMastr (10:30:11 PM): (Y'all suck with the dice tonight)
Umbrafer (10:30:31 PM): If he sees you, he doesn't care. He also has eyes in the back of his head.
MilesMk1 (10:30:43 PM): ?
Umbrafer (10:30:47 PM): That came out vaguely. Read the second as "he would have to have"
Thematrian1 (10:30:50 PM): "Rough break." (I decline to come on to him, though. We already have this guy as a contact.)
Umbrafer (10:31:27 PM): "At least this place is away from Redmond. You ever been there?"
Thematrian1 (10:31:50 PM): "Never. What's that like?"
Umbrafer (10:32:09 PM): Umbrafer rolled 15 6-sided dice: 4 4 2 5 4 5 4 3 1 4 2 5 3 6 5
Umbrafer (10:32:19 PM): Perception.
Thematrian1 (10:32:30 PM): me too?
Umbrafer (10:32:46 PM): You only, unless Glitch has moved back around in front of him.
Thematrian1 (10:32:52 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 5 1 1 3 5 6
Thematrian1 (10:32:54 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 1 6-sided die: 6
Thematrian1 (10:32:57 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 1 6-sided die: 5
Thematrian1 (10:33:05 PM): 15 3 3
MilesMk1 (10:33:36 PM): (We were just running around Redmond, weren't we? Or was it Puyallup?)
Umbrafer (10:33:42 PM): As for the crates, the first few you open have things like Troll-sized plastic restraints. Not troll-thickness, though.
MilesMk1 (10:33:49 PM): (Not that I expect Gem to tell the truth, just trying to remember.)
Thematrian1 (10:33:53 PM): (We sure were)
Umbrafer (10:34:02 PM): You catch a brief look of surprise, but you aren't sure whether or not that indicates disbelief.
Thematrian1 (10:34:05 PM): (But Reporter McBimbo hasn't, yeah)
Umbrafer (10:35:10 PM): "Real mess of a place. We leave it the hell alone, but before I got stationed here…"
Umbrafer (10:35:38 PM): "One night I get this call. Bellevue's a quiet place, right?"
Thematrian1 (10:36:00 PM): "Sure."
Umbrafer (10:36:02 PM): "I get this call that explosions have been reported down by the river, and everyone in the area's being called in."
Thematrian1 (10:36:29 PM): I listen, rapt.
Thematrian1 (10:36:45 PM): #Down by the river...weren't we there a few weeks ago?#
CirclMastr (10:37:04 PM): #Don't tell me you guys did something bad.#
Umbrafer (10:37:14 PM): "We get there, and some fucking gang's set up shop on the Bridge to Nowhere. The near part, too--damned if I know how they got all the gear there."
Thematrian1 (10:37:33 PM): #Wait, no, sounds like a false alarm.#
Umbrafer (10:37:44 PM): "Anyway, they've got some machine guns firing randomly at the shore, and then they've got this dwarf."
Thematrian1 (10:38:03 PM): #We were choir boys...and girl...before we met you, Hound. You're a terrible influence.#
Umbrafer (10:38:09 PM): "Little guy, no more than this high." He puts his hand out slightly below reasonable size for a Dwarf.
Umbrafer (10:38:36 PM): "And he's got a fucking mortar. We're talking straight out of the army shit here."
Umbrafer (10:38:50 PM): "And he's just shelling the shore."
MilesMk1 (10:39:03 PM): #Yeah, I don't remember getting shelled.#
CirclMastr (10:39:06 PM): #How am I a terrible influence? I haven't even exploded anything.#
Umbrafer (10:39:35 PM): "Took us nearly an hour to get the sharpshooters into position to take them down. Dwarf took five or six shots, too. Even the Trog didn't take that much."
MilesMk1 (10:39:39 PM): #Do I detect an unspoken "yet" there?#
Umbrafer (10:40:49 PM): He stubs out his fourth cigarette. The room has a slight haze to it.
MilesMk1 (10:40:50 PM): *jokingly* #It's not like we have a power suit with missile launchers on it.#
Umbrafer (10:41:08 PM): The fire alarm, prominently featured, is totally silent.
CirclMastr (10:41:11 PM): #Hey, unused, thank you very much.#
Thematrian1 (10:41:21 PM): "But you guys managed it."
Umbrafer (10:41:34 PM): "Yeah."
Umbrafer (10:41:42 PM): "I've heard from the guys who've gone in, though."
Umbrafer (10:41:57 PM): "They say these guys weren't some freak gang."
Thematrian1 (10:42:17 PM): "Why shell the shore, if you're not a basket case to start with?"
Umbrafer (10:42:53 PM): "That's what I don't get."
Umbrafer (10:43:07 PM): "I got a good, close look at the mortar. Got a picture of it."
Umbrafer (10:43:28 PM): "Look it up later on the 'trix. Genuine military model."
Umbrafer (10:43:57 PM): "That little freak could've been a klik back, making us come in after him."
Thematrian1 (10:44:13 PM): "What'd those guys say?"
Thematrian1 (10:44:15 PM): (One sec folks)
Thematrian1 (10:47:23 PM): back
Umbrafer (10:47:34 PM): "They said that kind of hardware's everywhere in there."
Umbrafer (10:48:00 PM): "Hell, I saw the Ancients take a squad car once. I believe it."
Umbrafer (10:48:06 PM): "If they ever try to come out…"
Thematrian1 (10:48:11 PM): (I forget. What did we tell this guy about our occupation and powers?)
Umbrafer (10:48:27 PM): You told him nothing. What Hound's contact told them is totally unknown.
MilesMk1 (10:49:06 PM): (No, really? Taking on a squad car? Wow... :))
CirclMastr (10:49:20 PM): (Considering Hound didn't pass anything on about you two, the most he can suspect I think is that Glitch is a rigger (if he thinks Glitch is Hound) )
Umbrafer (10:50:30 PM): "Whole thing just went up in smoke. Vaporized, we never did find the pieces."
Thematrian1 (10:51:21 PM): (I make "how brave you are" noises until things change or he decides we can go in)
Umbrafer (10:52:00 PM): He finishes off the fifth cigarette, stubs it out on the ground, and then gets up.
MilesMk1 (10:52:27 PM): (Am I forgetting something, or is he just slightly exaggerating the amount of military hardware and vehicles in Redmond?)
MilesMk1 (10:52:47 PM): (I mean, based on our first-hand experiences...)
Umbrafer (10:52:50 PM): Walks over to the door, signals you to wait, and exits.
Thematrian1 (10:53:22 PM): (When I said I'd never been, that was his cue to start telling lies)
Umbrafer (10:54:09 PM): He returns two minutes later.
Umbrafer (10:54:15 PM): "C'mon."
Umbrafer (10:55:09 PM): He walks out into the hallway.
Thematrian1 (10:55:18 PM): I follow.
MilesMk1 (10:55:35 PM): Aw, shit... I need to run. (I'd have had to leave soon anyway, but something just came up. See you guys Tuesday.)
MilesMk1 (10:55:39 PM): Night.
Thematrian1 (10:56:03 PM): Good night
Umbrafer (10:56:05 PM): He leads you into more respectable parts of the building, then starts doing a tour-guide imitation.
Umbrafer (10:56:09 PM): (Sleep well)
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Umbrafer (10:56:57 PM): You pass a few people, several of whom give you dirty looks, and then are ushered into a room marked "EVIDENCE ROOM: UNAUTHORIZED ENTRY PROHIBITED"
Thematrian1 (10:57:21 PM): Nice. Mad recordage.
Umbrafer (10:57:57 PM): *Record record record record*
Thematrian1 (10:58:14 PM): What allhave we got in here?
Umbrafer (10:58:39 PM): A big room filled with labelled boxes. He tosses you some latex gloves and directs you over to one in a corner.
CirclMastr (10:59:01 PM): #Can I come out yet?#
Thematrian1 (10:59:19 PM): #Sure#
CirclMastr (10:59:35 PM): *crawls out and sits on a shoulder, doing my own mad recording*
Thematrian1 (10:59:49 PM): I put on the gloves, and inspect the box's contents
Umbrafer (11:00:04 PM): "I'll be outside. Give me a call when you're done."
Thematrian1 (11:00:17 PM): (THANK YOU GOD)
Thematrian1 (11:00:20 PM): "Will do"
CirclMastr (11:01:29 PM): *climbs around, peering into everything*
Umbrafer (11:01:33 PM): He leaves. The door shuts behind him.
Thematrian1 (11:02:06 PM): I go for the notebook first, just in cse
Umbrafer (11:02:09 PM): The box is largely empty. It contains several plastic bags, most of which hold objects too small to be seen from more than a few inches.
Thematrian1 (11:02:17 PM): I look at them
Thematrian1 (11:02:22 PM): with microscopic vision if necessary
Thematrian1 (11:02:26 PM): wait, no
Thematrian1 (11:02:29 PM): I don't have that
CirclMastr (11:02:38 PM): Drone has zoom capability
Umbrafer (11:02:39 PM): Hair samples, some dirt, something that looks like powder
Thematrian1 (11:02:56 PM): Hm. Ok, let's leave that alone. The notebook?
Umbrafer (11:02:57 PM): And one of them has a very blood-stained notebook.
Thematrian1 (11:03:02 PM): rock
Umbrafer (11:03:12 PM): There are also a few folders full of photos.
CirclMastr (11:03:12 PM): I can magnify a total of 200X, though it requires post-recording viewing.
Thematrian1 (11:03:24 PM): I take a close look at each page, not bothering to read it in detail.
Umbrafer (11:03:42 PM): Recording all the while?
Thematrian1 (11:03:44 PM): oh yes
Thematrian1 (11:04:16 PM): Then I record all the labels on the evidence boxes. If anything looks particularly exciting and easy to open inconspicuously, I do so.
Umbrafer (11:04:20 PM): You do so. Large sections of the notebook are partly or totally illegible due to blood damage, but there's a decent amount of material left in there. Are you skimming it or just recording for later?
Thematrian1 (11:04:36 PM): recording for later. Maximum speed.
Umbrafer (11:04:56 PM): *Nods*
Umbrafer (11:05:23 PM): All of the boxes are labelled by case number, so they're pretty much meaningless to you.
Umbrafer (11:05:42 PM): A few boxes have the same number (with a -1, -2, etc.), but not many.
Thematrian1 (11:06:25 PM): dammit. I open a few safe ones at random.
Umbrafer (11:07:17 PM): You open one. Roll… 1d386.
Thematrian1 (11:07:44 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 1 386-sided die: 309
CirclMastr (11:07:45 PM): ...
Umbrafer (11:08:51 PM): Domestic incident report from a fight between a troll couple. The included report mentions serious injuries sustained by the responding officer.
Umbrafer (11:09:31 PM): The next one you look inside is totally empty.
Thematrian1 (11:09:44 PM): Mmm. Yeah, there's a lot of chaff among the good stuff. One more try, then I'm all done here.
Thematrian1 (11:09:45 PM): Oh
Thematrian1 (11:09:55 PM): there wasn't anything else in the box with the notebook, right?
Umbrafer (11:10:34 PM): There was a folder stuffed with what looked like pictures
Umbrafer (11:10:52 PM): You pulled it off the notebook, so it was deprived of much of your immediate attention.
Thematrian1 (11:11:17 PM): Ok. I riffle through them, taking a clear picture of each.
Umbrafer (11:12:23 PM): You do so. A lot of pictures of the scene, and of poor Adam. Several pictures are close-ups of his arm, showing a significant amount of tearing and what look like tooth marks.
Thematrian1 (11:13:28 PM): ::reaffirms her desire to kill the people who engineered this::
CirclMastr (11:14:05 PM): (Engineered?)
Thematrian1 (11:14:30 PM): (Yeah. In the mere sense of causing it to happen)
CirclMastr (11:15:10 PM): (The magic dogs?)
Thematrian1 (11:15:20 PM): (Whoever sent the vision)
Umbrafer (11:15:47 PM): Perception.
Thematrian1 (11:15:57 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 3 2 6 4 3 2
Thematrian1 (11:15:59 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 1 6-sided die: 5
Umbrafer (11:16:31 PM): An insect flying across the room catches your eye. It flashes in the light in a very unnatural way.
Thematrian1 (11:16:45 PM): aw geez
Umbrafer (11:17:08 PM): It flutters over towards you.
Thematrian1 (11:17:13 PM): I put the pictures away, and draw Glitch's attention to it.
Thematrian1 (11:17:21 PM): #Hey Hound, what's that thing buzzing toward me?#
CirclMastr (11:17:28 PM): *examines it via spider*
Umbrafer (11:17:36 PM): (Roll it, Passive and Active)
CirclMastr (11:18:19 PM): (Now I have to look up spider stats)
Umbrafer (11:18:25 PM): (Sensors 1)
CirclMastr (11:18:38 PM): (You're shitting me)
CirclMastr (11:18:46 PM): (I roll 1 die?)
Umbrafer (11:18:50 PM): (For Active)
Umbrafer (11:19:19 PM): (Passive is basically Perception with the drone's vision mods)
CirclMastr (11:19:20 PM): (What do I roll for passive?)
CirclMastr (11:19:24 PM): CirclMastr rolled 1 6-sided die: 3
CirclMastr (11:19:41 PM): CirclMastr rolled 6 6-sided dice: 4 2 6 3 3 1
CirclMastr (11:19:43 PM): CirclMastr rolled 1 6-sided die: 2
CirclMastr (11:20:16 PM): (I'm guessing Vehicle Empathy doesn't apply, or does it?)
Umbrafer (11:20:25 PM): (Nope, that's just for Handling)
Umbrafer (11:20:34 PM): (And for being in direct physical contact)
CirclMastr (11:21:01 PM): (Mmm)
Umbrafer (11:21:04 PM): It's hard to get a close look at, but you manage to track it long enough to get a blurred picture. It's definitely metal, and very small--much smaller than any microdrone you've ever seen. As far as your active sensors are concerned
Umbrafer (11:21:06 PM): it doesn't exist.
Umbrafer (11:21:15 PM): It flutters over to Gem.
CirclMastr (11:21:28 PM): #A very very tiny drone, smaller than any microdrone I've seen.#
CirclMastr (11:21:36 PM): #Might I suggest swatting it.#
Thematrian1 (11:21:40 PM): #Jesus.#
CirclMastr (11:21:53 PM): #Well, swat it but save the body.#
Thematrian1 (11:21:58 PM): I turn toward it. Still on a collision course?
Umbrafer (11:22:16 PM): Unless you immediately prevent it, it lands on your shoulder.
Thematrian1 (11:22:37 PM): Hm. I try to simultaneously catch it and look confused.
Umbrafer (11:23:00 PM): You end up wtih your hand cupped over your shoulder, presumably over it.
Umbrafer (11:23:03 PM): You also look confused.
Thematrian1 (11:24:15 PM): hm
Thematrian1 (11:24:18 PM): #Ideas?#
Thematrian1 (11:24:29 PM): does it do anything in the next few seconds?
CirclMastr (11:24:36 PM): #Kill it delicately.#
Umbrafer (11:24:40 PM): Nope.
CirclMastr (11:24:48 PM): #Water should work#
Thematrian1 (11:25:06 PM): I lift my hand and examine it. If it doesn't react, I spit on it.
Umbrafer (11:25:36 PM): It's moving its wings up and down, but doesn't otherwise react. Reaction for spitting.
Thematrian1 (11:25:43 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 5 6-sided dice: 1 2 1 4 4
Thematrian1 (11:25:53 PM): um. 2 2 0 -1 -1 after mods
CirclMastr (11:26:01 PM): (Karma? >_> )
Umbrafer (11:26:07 PM): Umbrafer rolled 15 6-sided dice: 1 1 4 5 3 3 2 5 3 4 4 4 5 2 2
Thematrian1 (11:26:36 PM): (With Cursed Karma, it's not the best plan)
CirclMastr (11:26:41 PM): (Doh)
Umbrafer (11:26:53 PM): You spit, but it takes to the air and you just end up with a damp shoulder. It lands again, on a dry spot.
Thematrian1 (11:26:56 PM): (Although, there's less scope for disaster here than most places)
CirclMastr (11:27:08 PM): #Grab it first.#
Thematrian1 (11:27:10 PM): I just study it, then. Can I see anything else?
Umbrafer (11:27:21 PM): How much does Gem know about insects?
Umbrafer (11:27:31 PM): It's definitely insect-shaped.
Thematrian1 (11:27:33 PM): what anyone who grows up near a bod yof water knows
CirclMastr (11:27:45 PM): #Here, pick me up.# *waves spider legs*
Thematrian1 (11:27:54 PM): I scoop up the spider
CirclMastr (11:28:13 PM): *crawls up Gem's arm and tries to grab the drone*
Umbrafer (11:28:39 PM): Unfortunately, the spiderdrone was not designed for insectdrone hunting. They really should correct that in a future version.
CirclMastr (11:28:52 PM): (Hey, eight legs!)
CirclMastr (11:29:02 PM): (That should be some big bonus for grabbing!)
Umbrafer (11:29:08 PM): (True enough. Nevertheless, the little guy seems reluctant to let the spider get near it.)
Thematrian1 (11:29:16 PM): "Ok, what do you want?"
Thematrian1 (11:29:24 PM): (quietly)
CirclMastr (11:29:31 PM): (Again, eight legs, jumping power!)
Umbrafer (11:30:03 PM): (If you want, go for it. Just be warned that you are on someone's shoulder.)
CirclMastr (11:30:37 PM): #Give me a boost so I can reach it#
Umbrafer (11:32:13 PM): The little insect, meanwhile, does a little figure-eight when Gem speaks, but otherwise doesn't do much.
CirclMastr (11:32:17 PM): #Or grab it again or something.#
Thematrian1 (11:32:37 PM): "I'm sorry, I don't speak bee."
Umbrafer (11:33:17 PM): Slightly more complicated shape in the air this time.
CirclMastr (11:33:35 PM): #Come on Gem, I want that drone!#
Thematrian1 (11:33:48 PM): I try giving him a boost.
Umbrafer (11:34:13 PM): you give the spider a boost. Reaction from all parties involved.
Thematrian1 (11:34:18 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 5 6-sided dice: 3 3 5 6 6
CirclMastr (11:34:18 PM): *tries to grab the thing*
Umbrafer (11:34:21 PM): Umbrafer rolled 15 6-sided dice: 3 4 5 4 5 6 1 5 5 1 4 4 1 3 2
Thematrian1 (11:34:21 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 2 6-sided dice: 2 2
CirclMastr (11:34:35 PM): CirclMastr rolled 12 6-sided dice: 1 3 3 4 1 6 3 6 1 1 5 1
CirclMastr (11:34:37 PM): CirclMastr rolled 2 6-sided dice: 4 2
CirclMastr (11:34:47 PM): (10, 8, 5, 4, 3, 3, 3)
Umbrafer (11:35:33 PM): You lunge, but it darts out of the way.
Thematrian1 (11:35:50 PM): #Ok, my turn#
Thematrian1 (11:35:54 PM): Does it land again?
Thematrian1 (11:36:09 PM): "Tell us what you want."
Umbrafer (11:36:14 PM): It moves towards you slowly.
Umbrafer (11:36:53 PM): Unless molested, it lands somewhere away from the Spider.
CirclMastr (11:37:01 PM): *pounces*
Thematrian1 (11:37:03 PM): I put the spider on the floor.
Thematrian1 (11:37:22 PM): after it's done pouncing
Thematrian1 (11:37:43 PM): how big again?
Thematrian1 (11:37:49 PM): like an inch long?
Umbrafer (11:38:12 PM): The insect?
Thematrian1 (11:38:14 PM): yes
Umbrafer (11:40:15 PM): ~28mm
Thematrian1 (11:40:33 PM): woh
Umbrafer (11:41:14 PM): So yes, about an inch.
Umbrafer (11:41:27 PM): A little bit longer for the antenna-like tail.
Thematrian1 (11:42:20 PM): sheesh. Ok. Wherever it landed, I put my face right up next to it and say "Give us some useful information."
Umbrafer (11:42:26 PM): Its wings flutter a bit, then stop moving.
Thematrian1 (11:43:54 PM): I open my mouth again, then dart out my tongue and try to grab it with my tongue. The hope is that my saliva will keep it from flying even if I screw it up.
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Umbrafer (11:44:39 PM): It doesn't move. You have a wet metal insect stuck to your tongue. Hello again.
MilesMk1 (11:44:47 PM): Just sticking my head in briefly to see if there was anything... What?
MilesMk1 (11:44:58 PM): Wet metal insect stuck to your tongue?
Umbrafer (11:45:06 PM): You clearly chose the right time to check in :)
CirclMastr (11:45:30 PM): We're trying to capture some rogue incredibly micro drone that Hound wants.
Thematrian1 (11:45:58 PM): I stuff it in my check with my fingers. #Hound, you fragging owe me.#
CirclMastr (11:46:35 PM): #Awesome. Pick me up again and I'll get it out of your mouth, I can't imagine that's comfortable.#
Umbrafer (11:46:39 PM): You do so. Quickness if you want to try to do so with minimal crushing.
MilesMk1 (11:47:06 PM): Huh... Are we still in the LS station?
CirclMastr (11:47:11 PM): Yeah
Thematrian1 (11:47:15 PM): I'm afraid so.
Thematrian1 (11:47:49 PM): In other news, you're going to have to do the talking on th eway out
MilesMk1 (11:48:02 PM): Well, Glitch will offer any help he can on that front...
MilesMk1 (11:48:18 PM): Though I was just sticking my head in to see what was up, and need to run again.
Thematrian1 (11:48:25 PM): oh, ok. Now you know.
Umbrafer (11:48:31 PM): 'Sokay, we're going to need to break soon
Umbrafer (11:48:35 PM): Before I fall asleep, at any rate
MilesMk1 (11:48:48 PM): (You sound ill-humored. Slightly.)
Thematrian1 (11:49:07 PM): (Me? No. Although I do have a bug in my mouth)
MilesMk1 (11:49:37 PM): (Ah, ok. Well, I clearly need sleep, then. The lack is making me paranoid... See you guys.)
MilesMk1 (11:50:17 PM): Don't die.
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Umbrafer (11:51:33 PM): Anyway, final actions from our intrepid band of explorers?
Thematrian1 (11:51:42 PM): We leave. Glitch does the talking.
Umbrafer (11:51:46 PM): (I've heard of eating bugs, but eating metal bugs…)
Thematrian1 (11:51:53 PM): The official story is tht we didn't find what we were looking for.
Umbrafer (11:52:00 PM): Were you going to do the whole not-crushing-bug thing?
CirclMastr (11:52:15 PM): Yes, please roll Quickness. :(
Thematrian1 (11:52:22 PM): ok, ok
Thematrian1 (11:52:26 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 4 6-sided dice: 6 2 5 4
Thematrian1 (11:52:29 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 1 6-sided die: 6
Thematrian1 (11:52:31 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 1 6-sided die: 5
CirclMastr (11:52:42 PM): Awesome
Thematrian1 (11:52:47 PM): that went well
Umbrafer (11:53:09 PM): You do a pretty good job of getting the bug tucked in there with minimal breakage.
Umbrafer (11:53:21 PM): It's hard to tell without taking it out, though.
Thematrian1 (11:53:21 PM): #Mmmm...leg.#
Umbrafer (11:54:05 PM): You depart straight from there?
CirclMastr (11:54:14 PM): #Seriously, thank you. I'll buy you dinner tonight, okay?#
Thematrian1 (11:54:20 PM): Well, we hide the spider again. And Glitch calls on our contact, as requested.
Thematrian1 (11:55:10 PM): but yeah, we're done here
Umbrafer (11:56:34 PM): Your journey out is comparatively uneventful. You're taken back to the storeroom, relieved of your badges, made to look somewhat disheveled and then discharged along with a few reporters.
Thematrian1 (11:56:55 PM): I make sure to smile at him some more on our way out.
Umbrafer (11:57:32 PM): Outside, the situation is largely unchanged. Somewhat tenser, but with a vague feeling of satisfaction from the cop side.
Thematrian1 (11:57:36 PM): Who knows? We may need him later.
CirclMastr (11:59:10 PM): So, we calling the session here?
Thematrian1 (11:59:17 PM): I guess we'd better.
Thematrian1 (11:59:20 PM): I'm about done here.
Umbrafer (12:00:17 AM): Unless people have last actions, yeah.
Umbrafer (12:00:27 AM): <--dead
Thematrian1 (12:00:33 AM): I don't spit out the whoosiewhatsit until we get to the van.
CirclMastr (12:00:57 AM): I contain the drone immediately upon spitting.
Umbrafer (12:04:03 AM): The drone doesn't move.
Umbrafer (12:04:29 AM): One of the wings is snapped, but not cleanly--the other one is just fine, and the drone as a whole appears mostly undamaged. Inoperative, though.
CirclMastr (12:17:15 AM): Once back at my shop, I examine and dissect the living shit out of it.
CirclMastr (12:17:25 AM): (I'm guessing it doesn't have a black box, heh)
Umbrafer (12:20:34 AM): It doesn't. We'll handle this part next week too, because I need to figure out the applicable skills.
CirclMastr (12:24:21 AM): Okay
Thematrian1 (12:35:05 AM): Be sure to turn off any radio emanations, ok?
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