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Thematrian1 (8:38:44 PM): hey
MilesMk1 (8:38:52 PM): Hey.
Umbrafer (8:39:21 PM): Madame, monsieur, bonsoir
Umbrafer (8:39:26 PM): Well, maybe not so much madame.
Thematrian1 (8:40:03 PM): so last session, we had a decision about what to do with the not-quite-vegetable that we rescued. Also, a new job approacheth
Umbrafer (8:40:59 PM): Even our former consistent female player no longer is. C'est la vie. Due to various issues I'm forced to run the game on battery power tonight, so while I'll be extending that as far as I can it does set an upper limit on the length
Umbrafer (8:41:02 PM): of our session.
Umbrafer (8:41:39 PM): At current usage that limit is ~2:30, just for reference.
Thematrian1 (8:41:47 PM): check
MilesMk1 (8:42:29 PM): Is Dave joining us?
Umbrafer (8:42:44 PM): Yes, at his usual time. He's still at work and will be getting offline to leave very shortly.
Umbrafer (8:43:17 PM): So let's begin. You were indeed debating what to do with the woman, if she can still be called that, and pondering the significance of the new offer.
Umbrafer (8:43:25 PM): Also figuring out if there was a local babysitter.
Umbrafer (8:43:30 PM): Well, maybe not that.
Thematrian1 (8:43:48 PM): much depends on how much the continued care will cost.
Umbrafer (8:44:29 PM): You had been invited to drop in at some point today to discuss exactly that.
Thematrian1 (8:45:17 PM): then let's do that. I'll stay behind as babysitter, since it's Glitch's contact
Umbrafer (8:46:48 PM): (Hound is there, for reference. What with it being his house and all.)
MilesMk1 (8:47:27 PM): (All the more reason for Gem to stay...)
Umbrafer (8:48:29 PM): Glitch heads over to meet with the good doctor?
MilesMk1 (8:48:43 PM): Ok, Glitch will stop by his place, shower, change clothes, then go meet the doctor.
Umbrafer (8:50:13 PM): Done, done, done. The shower felt really good, you were still somewhat damp from the night before.
Umbrafer (8:51:40 PM): You pull up at Nic's place.
Umbrafer (8:51:51 PM): Where by "place" I mean "clinic".
MilesMk1 (8:52:32 PM): Is it burning?
MilesMk1 (8:52:53 PM): Is he being held hostage by satan worshippers?
Umbrafer (8:53:00 PM): Well, the sun /is/ reflecting off of the glass in a way that might be painful if it weren't for your flare compensation
Umbrafer (8:53:59 PM): It has bad feng shui?
Umbrafer (8:54:52 PM): Other than that, it appears to be in normal condition.
MilesMk1 (8:55:24 PM): I go in and look for Nicodemus.
Umbrafer (8:56:51 PM): A very tired-looking assistant rousts him from an office, and probably a nap. He waves you off for long enough to get soykaf, but is fully alert by the time he's poured it.
Umbrafer (8:57:16 PM): The assistant disappears.
Umbrafer (8:57:19 PM): In the mundane manner
Umbrafer (8:58:57 PM): Nic leads you into a little recovery room. The woman's there, hooked up to all kinds of equipment that's making soothingly regular beeping sounds. She's heavily bandaged, and has a very high amputation on her right leg.
Umbrafer (8:59:35 PM): The bandages look to have been changed recently.
MilesMk1 (9:01:35 PM): "Hmm."
MilesMk1 (9:01:45 PM): "So, anything new on the brain front?"
Umbrafer (9:01:56 PM): "So that's what you've got. She'll need intensive care for another week, maybe as much as a month, and will need hospitalization for some time after that. Then she'll probably need physical therapy."
Umbrafer (9:02:35 PM): "Nothing. We'll have our best chance to know more when she wakes up."
MilesMk1 (9:03:55 PM): "Right, right..."
Umbrafer (9:04:15 PM): "Unless something really goes wrong she won't suffer new damage, but how much she'll heal… still tough to predict."
MilesMk1 (9:04:30 PM): "How much am I looking at, for intensive care?"
MilesMk1 (9:05:24 PM): "Not that I'm planning on pulling the plug right now, regardless... She should be dead several times over anyway, least I can do is give here another week."
MilesMk1 (9:05:34 PM): *her
Umbrafer (9:05:48 PM): (What level contact is Nic again?)
MilesMk1 (9:06:04 PM): (2)
Umbrafer (9:07:19 PM): "Standard rate's ¥1,200 a day. ¥1,100 for you, and I can give you a ¥50 per day break on that if you tell me how she got like this."
MilesMk1 (9:07:21 PM): (I never buy a doctor contact at anything less.)
MilesMk1 (9:08:37 PM): "She had a train fall on top of her. More or less."
MilesMk1 (9:09:17 PM): *doesn't sound like he's joking*
Umbrafer (9:09:58 PM): He blinks. "What?"
MilesMk1 (9:13:23 PM): "Sorry, long night. She was in a train that fell into a ravine."
MilesMk1 (9:14:03 PM): "...and I know you're not going to ask, but no, I had nothing to do with the train falling into the ravine."
Umbrafer (9:14:17 PM): He glances at the woman and then back at you. "Well, that's worth ¥25 a day at least. I shouldn't ask what made the claw marks, right?"
MilesMk1 (9:15:10 PM): "Meh. I doubt I can be specific enough that it'd be worth it."
Thematrian1 (9:15:47 PM): (He'd probably settle for a lurid description)
MilesMk1 (9:16:43 PM): "If I said spiders, would you believe me?"
MilesMk1 (9:17:13 PM): "...maybe if she comes out of this more or less intact, I'll buy you a bottle of scotch and tell you the whole story."
MilesMk1 (9:18:18 PM): (something of a weird thing for my character to say, I guess, since he's allergic to alcohol)
Umbrafer (9:18:29 PM): The scotch seals the deal. He relents and gives you the other ¥25 off, joking that he might be giving you the discount to make sure you /don't/ tell him.
Umbrafer (9:19:15 PM): "You can pay up front or per day, as usual."
MilesMk1 (9:21:00 PM): "Well, let me take care of the next week, then."
Umbrafer (9:22:56 PM): "¥7,350. If she's got that magic-puts-me-back-together drek, I'll put any balance towards standard care, but she's been healing like a regular human so far."
MilesMk1 (9:24:28 PM): *turns over the certified credit*
Umbrafer (9:25:50 PM): (Glitch probably wouldn't know, though Gem might, but he isn't referring to Regeneration (which is poorly-understood)--rather to the unusual but far less dramatic healing rates that Adepts with Rapid Healing exhibit)
MilesMk1 (9:26:19 PM): "Works for me."
MilesMk1 (9:26:28 PM): "Just give me a call if anything changes."
Umbrafer (9:26:56 PM): "You know it."
MilesMk1 (9:27:39 PM): "Thanks. I'll see you around."
MilesMk1 (9:27:50 PM): *heads over to Hound's*
Umbrafer (9:29:30 PM): You have returned.
MilesMk1 (9:30:32 PM): Hmm... Can I have also bought some decent food along the way?
Umbrafer (9:31:21 PM): You have unreturned, bought food, and returned. What food?
MilesMk1 (9:32:42 PM): Something appropriate for lunch, I guess.Good (say 75% real) Chinese food, maybe? I think Chinese food cartons with chopsticks in them fit our situation well.
Thematrian1 (9:33:21 PM): How so?
Umbrafer (9:33:30 PM): Heh. Fair enough, you find one and order some things. Anything in particular?
MilesMk1 (9:34:11 PM): Well, we have three professional criminals watching a 10 year old. We need chinese food scattered on a table in the living room next to our guns and stuff.
MilesMk1 (9:34:51 PM): I'll just get an assortment - meat and vegetarian stuff, maybe some soup, definitely various egg and spring rolls...
Umbrafer (9:35:54 PM): Done. It costs pretty much however much you want to spend on it.
MilesMk1 (9:36:15 PM): Let's say 50 nuyen.
MilesMk1 (9:37:21 PM): "Hey. I got food."
Thematrian1 (9:38:03 PM): Beat. "Delightful"
Thematrian1 (9:38:18 PM): Did anything exciting happen in the interim?
MilesMk1 (9:38:22 PM): "How's Maya?"
Umbrafer (9:39:46 PM): Maya has had a rough night. She slept pretty soundly for a while, but then the nightmares set in.
Umbrafer (9:40:20 PM): Right now she's half-drenched in sweat and huddled against the wall.
Umbrafer (9:40:40 PM): Right now being before Glitch gets back, probably during negotiations.
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Thematrian1 (9:41:31 PM): Does my presence help any?
Umbrafer (9:42:09 PM): It's unclear.
Thematrian1 (9:42:28 PM): Either way: "Not good. She's having nightmares."
Umbrafer (9:42:33 PM): You're just going to stay near her?
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Thematrian1 (9:44:04 PM): Yeah. And check her astrally, just in case
CirclMastr (9:44:05 PM): (Yarr, I live. What'd I miss?)
Umbrafer (9:44:12 PM): Roll it.
Umbrafer (9:44:23 PM): (Someone bring him up to speed, please)
Thematrian1 (9:45:07 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 6 4 4 1 4 1
Thematrian1 (9:45:10 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 1 6-sided die: 2
MilesMk1 (9:45:33 PM): (Just some more details. I visited the doctor, paid for another week of intensice care, Gem stayed with Maya, who intially slept ok but then had nightmares. Gem is currently trying to figure out if she can help)
MilesMk1 (9:46:27 PM): (This is happening while Glitch is at the doctor's, in real time Glitch is coming back with an early lunch in the form of 50Y worth of pretty decent Chinese food)
CirclMastr (9:47:05 PM): (What's Hound doing, dare I ask?)
CirclMastr (9:47:21 PM): (Apparently no longer the appointed babysitter, unless Gem is sleeping over at his place.)
MilesMk1 (9:47:40 PM): (Hanging around, reading about PTSD? We are all still at your place.)
MilesMk1 (9:47:49 PM): (You have, indeed, been demoted.)
Umbrafer (9:48:06 PM): (Well, Glitch went on an errand, but your house is still the base of operations.)
CirclMastr (9:49:08 PM): (So Gem is sleeping over for some reason.)
Thematrian1 (9:49:19 PM): (Well, not sleeping)
Umbrafer (9:49:53 PM): (Yeah, where "some reason" == Maya)
CirclMastr (9:51:12 PM): (Ah well)
Thematrian1 (9:51:17 PM): Anyhow, definitely time to eat
Umbrafer (9:51:22 PM): Glitch returns.
MilesMk1 (9:52:03 PM): *comes back surrouned in an aura of stir-fried goodness*
Umbrafer (9:53:08 PM): He is, too. It may have become integrated into his astral aura.
MilesMk1 (9:53:50 PM): *grabs an egg roll, waits for Gem's assessment of Maya's condition*
CirclMastr (9:53:59 PM): Hound partakes of tangerine chicken.
Umbrafer (9:54:25 PM): You have an egg roll and, for how much food you have, almost certainly tangerine chicken. Hound partakes.
Thematrian1 (9:55:32 PM): "It's no trick deciding where the nightmares are from."
Thematrian1 (9:57:22 PM): "But I don't think there's anything we can do yet." The meet for the next job was...today?
MilesMk1 (9:58:41 PM): *wafts some food aroma in the direction of the bedroom* #I suppose tranquilizers are out?#
Umbrafer (9:59:23 PM): You actually haven't heard back from Sam with a date/time.
Umbrafer (10:00:30 PM): Considering he sent you that message after 4:00, if he wasn't up early you might not hear from him for a few hours yet.
MilesMk1 (10:01:20 PM): *grabs some cold sesame noodles and quietly checks the news for train-crash stories* (using Gem's deck, so Maya accidentally doesn't catch anything)
Umbrafer (10:03:35 PM): There is, unsurprisingly, a story. It's billed as a wash-out, there's word on 11 survivors in critical condition (with over 200 dead--it's apparently a very popular train, surprising for one that late at night) taken to
Umbrafer (10:03:37 PM): Seattle General.
Thematrian1 (10:03:49 PM): Hmm
Thematrian1 (10:03:57 PM): #It seems unwise, yeah.#
MilesMk1 (10:04:49 PM): Any word / speculation on the causes?
Umbrafer (10:05:27 PM): The official claim is that an unusually bad storm washed out the bridge. An editorial is calling for filling in the ravine.
MilesMk1 (10:05:55 PM): Remind me again what we saw happen?
Umbrafer (10:05:59 PM): Do any of you three have any sort of construction, civil engineering, etc. knowledge skill?
Umbrafer (10:06:06 PM): What you saw happen:
MilesMk1 (10:06:23 PM): No, but this one I can use College Educated for, no?
Umbrafer (10:06:33 PM): (Yes, give it a shot)
MilesMk1 (10:06:40 PM): MilesMk1 rolled 8 6-sided dice: 2 2 5 2 3 4 4 4
MilesMk1 (10:06:45 PM): Damn.
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Umbrafer (10:07:24 PM): The train moved onto the bridge. The first car made it substantially across, then a large section of the bridge simply gave way.
Umbrafer (10:07:50 PM): The rest collapsed under the weight of the train, or was pulverised by the train smacking into it at speed.
MilesMk1 (10:08:16 PM): Ah, right.
MilesMk1 (10:09:00 PM): Yeah, the only remotely applicable skill I actually have would be Demolition
Umbrafer (10:09:21 PM): You're not sure about the washing-out theory, but it seems fishy to you.
MilesMk1 (10:11:05 PM): Mhmm. Can I try to do a search to see what the wider community is saying about this?
Umbrafer (10:11:39 PM): (If you have a meteorological skill, that also works.) You can, if you wish—discussion hasn't had much time to occur yet, though.
MilesMk1 (10:11:48 PM): Never mind, then.
MilesMk1 (10:11:56 PM): I'll log off and wait to see what develops.
MilesMk1 (10:12:12 PM): (I need to go soon, BTW.)
MilesMk1 (10:12:22 PM): (But feel free to continue without me.)
Umbrafer (10:12:23 PM): One thing you do notice, though:
Umbrafer (10:12:44 PM): The reported time of the crash is 1:20 AM. No explanation is given for this deviation from the schedule.
MilesMk1 (10:13:00 PM): Is that the time we saw it happen?
Umbrafer (10:13:33 PM): You saw it at 1:05, which is within a minute of when it should be there based on some back-of-the-napkin calculations and a consultation with the train schedule.
MilesMk1 (10:13:53 PM): Weird.
MilesMk1 (10:14:09 PM): I'll share what I found with the others, using the transducer.
MilesMk1 (10:14:16 PM): (and then, I'm off)
MilesMk1 (10:14:23 PM): (See you guys Monday.)
Thematrian1 (10:15:16 PM): (Have fun)
MilesMk1 (10:15:31 PM): (sorry to run, need to get an early start tomorrow)
Umbrafer (10:15:44 PM): (Take care. I should have power, if not by then, by next Thursday. For my laptop, that is, my apartment has it just fine.)
MilesMk1 (10:15:55 PM): (Good luck.)
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Thematrian1 (10:16:28 PM): Hm. Ok. I'm waiting for Maya to do something.
CirclMastr (10:17:09 PM): More or less likewise, here.
Umbrafer (10:17:32 PM): Eventually, Maya breaks her huddle and pads to the bathroom. She emerges and looks tiredly at the food.
Thematrian1 (10:19:03 PM): We have leftovers for her, right? If so, I go ahead and offer her some.
Umbrafer (10:19:17 PM): Glitch got a /lot/ of food.
Thematrian1 (10:19:22 PM): #This is fine for now, but it's not sustainable. We need a plan. School. Something.#
Umbrafer (10:19:37 PM): She mumbles something and accepts.
CirclMastr (10:19:46 PM): Food is good. #How will we get her in school if we can't even get her to talk?#
Umbrafer (10:20:10 PM): At least something in the mumble was a word, you think.
Thematrian1 (10:20:37 PM): #Yeah, not school. She'll be part of something weird in a few weeks again anyway.#
Thematrian1 (10:20:53 PM): I'll eat some with her; I could surely use more anyway.
Umbrafer (10:21:22 PM): You take a few bites, and then your deck beeps at you.
CirclMastr (10:21:32 PM): Hound keeps eating, mostly because his player is hungry. #Do we try talking to her?#
Thematrian1 (10:22:35 PM): #Try it. But she might not be ready.#
Thematrian1 (10:22:38 PM): I answer it.
CirclMastr (10:23:31 PM): "How is it, Maya?"
Umbrafer (10:25:03 PM): It's a message back from Sam. Says if you want to hear more the client said to meet at Takuri's at 8:30, but if that was too quick he could probably convince them to push it back a day.
Umbrafer (10:25:53 PM): It takes her a few seconds to register the question. She mumbles "'sgood" from a corner of her mouth.
Thematrian1 (10:26:01 PM): 8:30...this evening? Or in an hour or two?
Umbrafer (10:26:16 PM): This evening. It's now slightly after noon.
CirclMastr (10:26:24 PM): "I'm glad you like it."
CirclMastr (10:26:49 PM): "Do you want anything else, Maya? Something to drink maybe?"
Thematrian1 (10:27:00 PM): oh
Umbrafer (10:27:16 PM): She blinks, pauses, then nods.
CirclMastr (10:27:32 PM): "Alright." *smiles softly* "What would you like to drink?"
Umbrafer (10:27:54 PM): A few seconds of chewing, swallow. "…Water?"
CirclMastr (10:28:22 PM): "Sure thing, Maya." *heads to the kitchen and pours a glass of water, and brings it to her*
Thematrian1 (10:28:28 PM): #What would you say to dinner at Takuri's, 8:30 tonight?#
CirclMastr (10:28:53 PM): #What about Maya?#
Umbrafer (10:29:45 PM): She takes it, sips, and then puts the glass down. "Thanks" (mumbled, as pretty much everything she's saying right now is)
Thematrian1 (10:29:45 PM): #I go with one of you, the other stays behind#
CirclMastr (10:30:28 PM): #Glitch could probably protect you better, if it came to that.#
Thematrian1 (10:32:07 PM): #If it's a setup, I'd rather have someone escape to exact revenge. But I don't think it will come to that.#
CirclMastr (10:32:53 PM): #Heh#
Umbrafer (10:33:47 PM): Final actions?
CirclMastr (10:34:07 PM): Eh, nothing here.
Thematrian1 (10:34:23 PM): Mmph. None. I'll post, tonight or tomorrow, about what we can do longer-term with Maya
Thematrian1 (10:34:46 PM): to, among other things, avoid playing out each day between now and the meet we're supposed to bring her to
Umbrafer (10:34:59 PM): Forum happenings! Momentous!
CirclMastr (10:35:43 PM): *gasp of horror*
Umbrafer (10:36:39 PM): Anyway, until next week. *Waves*
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