Chapter 11 Drug Addicts and Suicidal Toasters

AJ B. (GM): (Alright) You all get back and are stopped at the gate as per usual. The lead guard looks at you and the APC “How many are you bringing in? What is that thing on the back? and Why should I let it into My city?”

Melo gets out of the truck, paperwork in hand. “Special order for Administrator G[Name that I can’t spell right goes here]. As far as how many’re coming in? 3 citizens and my bot.” A thumbjerk given back at Vault, who was towing the truck bed, seeing how as his APC didn’t have a hitch.

Melo o’corse has his peacekeeper badge on, battered as his armor is.
AJ B. (GM): “I’ll have to check the interior for anyone you might want to smuggle in.”
Melo: “Understandable Sir. Be my guest.” And he’d head on over to the side of the ‘PC to open the main door. “Protect the city, first and foremost.”
AJ B. (GM): He nods and checks through though it does seem he isn’t as thorough as the first time you brought an APC here. He nods and opens the gate. “Well Peacekeeper, everything seems in order. Though on a personal note, I’d reccomend better company if you have any desire to move up in the world.”
*keeping better company

Charlie pretends not to hear this since it’s been said many a time.

Melo gave a short salute to the guard. “True enough. But the job pays well enough so far. Appreciate the advice though.” He took the comment in stride; If it was a slight against the D-Bees? Well, so be it. That D-Bee is doing work for an Administrator. And if it’s a slight against the Admin? Well, best presume it wasn’t. “Have a good one, Sir.” And with that, he’d get back in the APC, fire it up, and start heading back into the city at an easy pace, to make sure Vault could keep up with the demon in tow. “So,” To Charlie, “Sorry about the truck.”

Charlie laughed. “I needed an excuse for a new one anyway. The AC was busted.”

Ambrose Betamax returns!
AJ B. (GM): (Yay)

Melo laughed. “Hopefully we can get’cha one with a radio this time around, too. You know a place we can find some leather for his coat?” A light gesture given back to Ambrose.
AJ B. (GM): After a little while you arrive at the Admins estate, this time you are greeted at the gate by a mime who points you towards the back.

Ambrose Betamax grumbles something incomprehensible in feni to himself.
Melo: “I heard that..!” Though he’d still drive the behemoth on up on the property, robot and dead demon in tow. “If you’re gonna be like that, can repair the damned thing on your own.”
Ambrose Betamax: (ambrose is being an ungrateful turd even though your gonna leather his clothes :P)

Melo has been around the deer long enough to know a curse or two in the tongues of farries.

Melo suddenly feels like his father.
Ambrose Betamax: (I’ll turn this APC around RIGHT NOW)
(“jim morrisson was underrated!” “WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT SLAMMING THE DOORS”)
(get it? cause jim morrisson was a member of oh god now I feel like my father)
AJ B. (GM): As you pull around the back you find a bobblehead of a tuxedo with a discoball for a head standing there, and it greets you reflecting your face and your face moving as it speaks. “Ahh egzelent, de boonyeep if I ahm not meestaken”
Melo: rolling 1d20+2>10
(
20
)+2
= 22
Ambrose Betamax: (so no one got the doors reference?)
Melo: (You actually got me to laugh out loud and clap once.)
(That is no small feat)
Ambrose Betamax: (lol)
AJ B. (GM): (I rarely grasp references, and as I pay so little attention to music that was bound to go over my head)
(also what was the roll for?)

Ambrose Betamax pokes the bobbleheads…uh…head.

Melo takes the odd sight in stride, as if such a thing was natural. Yep, no hesitation here from the bobble-headed-disco-man. “Man.. Haven’t seen one of those in years,” was his only comment. “Yeah, This would be your bunny demon. Hey Charlie,” And he’d turn to the dog, “You wanna go make sure the funds’re covered as Vault ’n I help ’em unload it?”
Melo: (That was a horror factor check. nod Or at least, a mental sanity check)
AJ B. (GM): It bobbles around and your face reflects turning to you “Monseur Earl, although I enjoy bobbling around I would appreciate it if you could ask before poking me.”

Ambrose Betamax says ok…and bobbles his own head around to help disco boy to feel like he fits in.
AJ B. (GM): Suddenly a look of horror crosses the reflections face “Oh gosh darnit, my accent is All kinds of messed up now. The boss man wanted, oh whatever not like he’ll notice”
Charlie: (sorry I went afk for a second)

Melo couldn’t help but laugh! “I see nothzing!” was his reply.

Charlie makes his way to go secure the payment leaving the unloading to Melo
AJ B. (GM): The Bobbleheaded man leads you to a frog sitting on a table embedded with gems. He pulls out a chair and says “I am sure our financier can help you.”

Charlie nods and stands around waiting for the financier.
AJ B. (GM): After a little while the frog speaks up. “Well, what is it you brought, whats your contract with us?”
Ambrose Betamax: “Only the finest of creatures murdered for reasons that are dubious at best.”
AJ B. (GM): “So you brought the croc men then?”
“One of them is Alive right?”

Charlie asks Ambrose to go back to the APC before addressing the frog. “We have brought in the Bunnyip.”

Ambrose Betamax grumbles and sits in the apc.
AJ B. (GM): The frog looks confused as Ambrose leaves. “The Earl of chicago takes orders from a wilderness hunter?”

Melo goes about unloading the rather beat-to-hell pickup-truck-bed. He’ll need to find a place he can get rid of it. Didn’t Ambrose visit one of those salvage yards in the outskirts of town.

Charlie grins. “I’m his big brother.” Frogs are good with jokes right?
AJ B. (GM): The frog seems to shrug and has someone bring in 15 turnips and hands them to you in a burlap sack. “That will be sufficient correct?”

Charlie double checks his paperwork for the payment line.
AJ B. (GM): The frog says “I can assure you sir its all there. Also if I may ask, how did you lose your inheritance?”
Ambrose Betamax: (we’re being paid in turnips?)
AJ B. (GM): (see, Charlie just had to send the one person who understands this place away lol)

Charlie asks about the turnips and if these were to be turned in for 5000 credits as the paper said they were to be paid with or if the turnips were worth the money indicated. "Oh, I was cursed and given this ugly face. They banished me but my dear brother is too wonderful to let me die so he gave me a job as a wilderness hunter. "
Charlie: “Bless his stubby little antlers.”
Ambrose Betamax: (lol)
Melo: (THAT was great.)
AJ B. (GM): “Mmm, I can assure you the full 5000 credits is in that bag. However as I am only allowed to explain through song and my singing voice is terrible I’d advise you ask another or find out for yourself.”
“My apologies on the curse, hopefully you will find the loophole to break it one day.”
Charlie: “Oh. I am tone def and probably wouldn’t be able to tell! And thank you, I too hope someday I may become a majestic as the Earl.” Charlie clasps the turnip sack to his chest wistfully. This place was always a riot

Ambrose Betamax is blissfully unaware of this conversation. But if he were here he’d comment that his antlers are HUGE. and SEXY.
AJ B. (GM): The frog seems to sigh and begins singing this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U2j8VNKUR8M

Melo misses it. All of it.
AJ B. (GM): (and is that much farther from losing his last few sanity points for it Im sure)

Charlie grimaces not understanding the explanation at all and decides to give this some thought while the song continued.
Charlie:
(Anything I can roll to get ahint here? Because this makes no sense)
Ambrose Betamax: (So I guess we have to eat uh…the turnips?)
AJ B. (GM): (see, He gets this place)
Charlie: (and shit out 5000 credits?)
AJ B. (GM): (which can Not be a good sign in regards to my mental health)
Melo: (What’s worse then finding a cred stick in your turnip? Finding half of one~)
AJ B. (GM): (admittedly you could just like smash/tear one apart)
Charlie: (I don’t think charlie is gonna figure that out on his own)
AJ B. (GM): The frog finishes his song. “That’s all I’m allowed to tell you. Grand Master G may have given different orders to someone else though.”
Ambrose Betamax: (does the G stand for grand?)
AJ B. (GM): “Would you prefer I ask your brother back in here sir, no offense but you seem a bit slow today.”
(Giovan)
Melo: (Giovani, or however it’s pronounced / spelled)
(..holy shit. I was one letter off)
AJ B. (GM): (yep)
Ambrose Betamax: (lol)
Melo: [Beez impressed with self]
Charlie: “I am no Earl for a reason, Mr. Frog.” Charlie could really care less what folks say around here so long as he’s paid. And right now he wants to be paid. Talking to Ambrose sounded like a bad idea. These turnips were probably cruelly plucked from the ground at their ripest and were unfairly taken form their homelands. He wouldn’t want to hear about that. Melo would be his next stop.
Ambrose Betamax: (lol)
Melo: (HA!)
AJ B. (GM): The frog nodded “Please try and get some rest sir. It would likely help.”
Charlie: Charlie wanted to crack a joke about ‘beauty sleep’ but he wanted to figure out what was with the bag first. The wolf looked for Melo to ask him if he had ever been paid in turnips before. Hoepfully he would know and not be upset. And upset man with an upset robot is a bad thing.

Melo by now, would likely be sitting in the cab of the APC, listening to the local radio stations, and likely eating a sammich from the kitchen. Nope, he wasn’t going to ask what kind of sandwich he was. He knew better in a place like this. “How’d it go?” And.. then a blink took place in his head, those robotic eyes remaining unchanged, though his jaw went a bit slack, “..uh.. And.. he.. explained this.. how?”
AJ B. (GM): so now everyones in the APC with a bag of turnips, lol

Charlie sang the song.
Ambrose Betamax: (does ambrose, being a forest deer type, notice anything odd about the turnips?)
AJ B. (GM): (nothing unusual about them that you can tell)

Melo nods. Slowly. “Stop. Please. My ears..!” His tone was at least joking,before he reached into the bag. “These’re some odd apples, though.” A shrug, and down to grab his boot knife. God damn, that man is armed to the fucking teeth. Carefully, he’d cut into one of the turnips.
Charlie: “Hey hey! If those are rare that one is yours…..”
AJ B. (GM): After a little bit of cutting you feel more resistance to your knife.
Ambrose Betamax: (I assume ambrose knows what turnips are?)
AJ B. (GM): (and yes he does)
Melo: “Yeah. They’re turnips.” He’d jerk his thumb at his mostly eaten sandwich, where some had been sliced thin. And back to cutting, this time at a different angle, ever careful around the thing his blade came up short against, before working to pull the two halves apart.

Charlie sniffs the air out of habit.
AJ B. (GM): When you pull it apart you find a credstick in it.
checking it over you find it has 333 credits on it.

Ambrose Betamax has the song stuck in his head. “I like to eet eet eet mai baneenee’s….”
Ambrose Betamax: (aaw, that credstick is only half evil.)

Melo should totally bill the dog for that.

Charlie will provide melo with complimentary ear plugs and buckshot

Charlie seeing the credstick he starts to rip open the turnips carefully to count and make sure 5000 was there

Ambrose Betamax munches on the shreds. Wasting food bad.

Melo would join in, passing lopped in half turnips to Ambrose. Not only is it bad, it’s a crime, punishable by death!
AJ B. (GM): its all there, technically theres 5001, because a single turnip has 2 credsticks in it, one with the 333 like the rest, and one with 6 credits

Ambrose Betamax , mid eating with melo, says, “I won’t be hunting things for them anymore.”

Melo glances up from his work at hand, then back to the turnip. “70 share for you fair?” To the dog. That apparently was how he accepted the answer from the deer; he wasn’t about to press him to do something he was.. overly uncomfortable with.

Charlie nodded. The turnip cruelty must have been the final straw. “Does that inlcude the Cassaroles? We don’t have to actually kill those.”
Ambrose Betamax: “what would happen to them after we caught them?”
AJ B. (GM): (well you’re still at your employers could go ask them)

Charlie shrugged. “I assume ride them but it’s not really for me to ask.”
Ambrose Betamax: (I think ambrose pretty much knows it wouldnt be pleasant for the cassowaries. unless he gets to ride one.)

Ambrose Betamax perks up a bit….“ride…them?”

Melo quietly pockets 3 of the sticks, offering three more to Ambrose; that was the agreement for the first payout, at least. “Well, ‘s a lot of meat. I still don’t know how we’re gonna keep ‘em penned up, but I suppose that’s not our problem.”
Ambrose Betamax: (lol charlie wasnt here for the great cassowary adventure)
AJ B. (GM): (nope, nor for the massive cassowary slaughter that the Crazy brought to Aussy land)
Charlie: “Knowing this place they might just be pulling a cart with someone important in it or just show pieces.”
Ambrose Betamax: “If I get to keep one, I’ll do that.”
Melo: “Best work that out with them. Might as well work it out now before we head out?”
Ambrose Betamax: (Or we could just catch an extra one :P)

Melo also might casually start snacking on one of the turnips; quite a bit of food as is.
Melo: (Yeah, but then you’d have to break it and train it)
Ambrose Betamax: (oh yeah.)
Charlie: “Would you accept a Cassowary as payment for helping, Deerling?”

Ambrose Betamax tries not to look a little excited. “….yes…”

Charlie quickly grabs his hand and shakes it.
Ambrose Betamax: “as long as the other ones are treated well.”
“they will be if they are status symbols, right?”
Melo: “Still 70/30, less whatever they lop off for his?” Well, its a business deal.
Charlie: “After they leave my care I cannot promise such things as my end of the bargain was fulfilled, I hope you know that.” Charlie would have to ask Ambrose what he thought was good treament. If he had to lay the cassowary on golden pillows and hand feed them grapes he would gladly tell the deer to go lick some salt.
Ambrose Betamax: (he means not tortured or anything that would in rl be considered animal cruelty.)
(I mean other than…uh, catching them.)
(>>)

Melo had a dart gun full of tranq’s he quite intended to use.
AJ B. (GM): (does that include breaking them so they can be ridden?)
Ambrose Betamax: (no, feni I’m sure have domesticated wild animals)
(he knows about that stuff)
(he’s a big fan of having wild pets as you know :P)
AJ B. (GM): (Alright its nearly 11 so unless anyone has anything else, shall we wrap this up?)
Ambrose Betamax: (sure ^^)
Zea: Tonight was a blast.
Just for Ctrl F-ing: Tonight is November 30th. Exp is about to be given.

Ambrose Betamax still has melo on thin ice, but He’s earned a but of benefit of doubt by accepting that ambrose wouldnt be killingz animals anymore :3)
AJ B. (GM): 300 each base
100 extra for Ambrose for risking his life for his beliefs
Ambrose Betamax: ^^
AJ B. (GM): 60 for Charlie for finding interesting ways to use his powers and resources.
60 for Melo for holding to his history with demons even against a friends protests.
Alright so two things left
one next weeks game will be 4 days from the end of this session. any downtime activities etc let me know
4 days in game
Ambrose Betamax: whew scared me for a sec :P
AJ B. (GM): second, the big question, dont have to answer right now if you need time to think on it but will want to know by next game
Ambrose Betamax: I guess ambrose will spend his time existential crisising and hanging with his basement were’deer, cat and dragon in that room
AJ B. (GM): which combat is preferable
Zea: I totally enjoyed the RAW turn based.
Ambrose Betamax: I did too. We get to react to eachother and enemies better
esp instead of getting bitten in the chest 4 times at once :P
Zea: As far as the numbers go, the mook generator is set up for house rules with PP counting towards ranged (That’s easy to edit out), and taking into account the ranged combat thing from The Rifter that we haven’t really gone over with everyone else.
AJ B. (GM): and Red, your opinion on the combat of today vs last time?
Zea: I also, odd as it may sound, really enjoyed streaming the spreadsheet that kept track of turns and stuff.
Ambrose Betamax: (neeeeerd)
:P
Zea: Because I got to peanut gallery our combat!
AJ B. (GM): lol indeed
particularly liked the one where Ambrose’s move was “FLEE!”
Zea: I’m not sure how much attention you guys were paying to the notes I was taking as far as who did what / when.
haha
AJ B. (GM): that and “Eat Truck” “Throw Truck”
Charlie: oh yeah I chuckled at those
Zea: Plus, I got to make you guys suffer through the ambiance music I was listening to! Unless you muted me.
Jena C.: well, I like being able to cast stuff right away and chain up my actions, but I think this way is more engaging instead of waiting for 1 person to do 6 actions
there’s more strat in knowing when an enemy is out of actions as well
AJ B. (GM): yeah and you’ll be able to cast the small spells and bigger as you go instant
you’ll just never be able to cast anything over 75 ppe in a single action with the current set up
Zea: Yeah. The channeling rules we’re using are optional rules out of one of the game’s magazines.
AJ B. (GM): but that certainly sounds like a unanimous vote for raw combat then
Zea: One of the things I’ll ‘hopefully’ be doing is rewriting the combat rules so that everything is in a single, easy to read and use word document.
Jena C.: thanks for the game today
Zea: Yeah
Thanks a ton for running it
Was an absolute blast.
AJ B. (GM): indeed it was, glad you all had fun, loved seeing how all this played out
Zea: (To GM) rolling 1d100 < 83
(
55
)
= 55
Zea: (To GM) rolling 1d100 < 59 (Bike repair)
(
34
)
= 34
Zea: (To GM) rolling 1d100 < 54 (Fixing truck bed)
(
92
)
= 92
Jacob R.: :O
AJ B. (GM): ZOOM
Zea: Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Ambrose Betamax: WHEEE
AJ B. (GM): alrighty then recap time
Ambrose Betamax: (WHEEE)
AJ B. (GM): Bunyip woke up, you guys fought and killed it making really sure it was dead. Delivered it, got paid in turnips, convinced a frog that Ambrose and Charlie are related and headed home.
Ambrose Betamax: (and then we woke up?)
AJ B. (GM): In the 4 days of intervening time between then and now. Ambrose has spent his time enjoying the company of his pets and even Leah, who although trying to comfort Ambrose isn’t great at it and tried to show him a few trideos of what demons are fully capable of.
However Ambrose has now convinced the weredeer to not eat anyone who walks in anymore.
Jena C.: I don’t think I’ve ever seen the weredeer
or charlie for that matter
Zea: (All your limbs are still attached, so this would be correct)

Ambrose Betamax pets his weredeer friend and talks to it about how he’s gonna figure out how to get him out of this awful room
AJ B. (GM): (weredeer is actually short for Giant deer with razor sharp teeth, armadillo like plates, and a tremendously long tongue that eats meat)
Ambrose Betamax: (IT"S JUST MISUNDERSTOOD)
AJ B. (GM): Charlie spent his time looking for a truck and talking with Melo about finding one, along with his usual routine. Although most were too expensive Melo did manage to find him an MD one that he (Gave or is lending?) to Charlie.

Melo is lending; Level 4’s get cheaper registration fees, and are questioned less about ownership of such transports.
AJ B. (GM): Melo did a variety of things, which would take too long to explain everything, major points, fixed stuff, got truck, bought wardrobe.
anyone who has armor they want fixed, just needs to mark off the correct amount of cash to fix it, feel free to ask how much that is.

Melo also mowed the lawn.
Ambrose Betamax: (er how muc his that for me :P)
AJ B. (GM): 620 per 10 MD
Ambrose Betamax: (pulls up sheet)
er, flynt :P
(how much would it cost to fully save my armor :P)
(or at least my torso which is down to 7 from 55)
Melo: (38 points)
Ambrose Betamax: (ok, so I’ll repair that much :P)
Melo: (Oh, its 55? I though it was 45. Fixes Still, 38 points of damage taken)
AJ B. (GM): 1860 to leave you 8 points shy
Im not up to figuring out 80% of 620 though
Melo: (2356 for full repair)
Ambrose Betamax: (crud I dun have that much? I thought I did)
Melo: (62 credits per 1 point of MD)
Ambrose Betamax: (ah melo
(my credits on my own pdf sheet are waaay more :P)
Melo: (I haven’t been tracking your credits)

Melo is good at tracking his own finances. Not so much those of other people.
Ambrose Betamax: (ok I did full repair)
(that leaves me at 22785 credits)
AJ B. (GM): Anyhow, while we figure that out we join our heroes back at it. Ambrose is down in the basement with his weredeer and Leah napping against the wall nearby. Charlie has just pulled up in his truck, and Melo is probably in his workshop at this time.
Melo: (…where the hell did you get 25k from?
Ambrose Betamax: (thats what it had on my pdf sheet that I’d been tracking on)
Melo: (Neat!)

Melo tinkers, mmhmm.
AJ B. (GM): (he rolled awesomely on money)
Ambrose Betamax: (ambrose never really bought anything remember, he got his weapons for free from that guy on loan :P)
(And then we never came back :P)
AJ B. (GM): (2d6x100 credits, and 3d6x1000 worth of goods)
(I remember that was where the dice suddenly started loving him)
Ambrose Betamax: (lol)
Melo: (Haha. Awesome)
AJ B. (GM): (Vagabonds, weirdly wealthy hobos)
Ambrose Betamax: (wealthy cause we live the hobo lifestyle by choice :P)
Melo: (And here Melo is, trying to scrape together every penny he has to pay for ammo…)
AJ B. (GM): (funny thing is if Ambrose wasnt so pissed he’d probably give you the money to fix it)
Ambrose Betamax: (probably :P)
(From Vault): “Commander, Charlie has arrived.”
Vault: Opens the gate for Charlie and greets him. “Hello sir, I hope your day has been pleasant so far.”

Melo eventually makes his way out of the hangar, clearing grease from his hands. A wave given up towards the gate as Charlie ’n the droid wander towards the house. “Morning.”

Albion plays tag with the weredeer and asks Ambrose “How do you plan to get him out of here? and where would he go if you did?”

Ambrose Betamax replies. well clearly he’d hang out with us! He’d never make it in the wild since he’s been stuck in a room like this all his life…

Charlie nods and asks the robot how his day was out of habit. “Just swell, yourself?” Oops. Do robots have bad days? Is that possible? Before the daydream could get any further Melo’s voice broke the spell. “Morn’n. How are things here?”

Albion looks over at you and shrugs, right before the weredeers tongue pushes him over. He scowls at the floor, angry that he let it catch him.
Ambrose Betamax: (aaaw)

Ambrose Betamax scritches weredeer on the head and doesnt scritch Ablion. he dun like being treated like a pet :O

Vault recites the weather statistics as if that somehow answers your question about his day.

Albion having tired of the game climbs up into Ambrose’s antlers and relaxes there.
Charlie: “Vault, how many screws are in this facility?” Charlie tested the limits of this metal man.
Vault: Gives the exact count, not including any that may be in your truck that aren’t a part of it.

Melo belatedly, “Well enough. Busy week. What’s the plan for today?”

Ambrose Betamax notices his cat napping on weredeers head. “ah, there yo uare :P”

Charlie whistles and assumes the robot wasn’t into lying. “I was thinking we could wrasstle up us some turkeys.” He was referring to the Cassowary. After the Bunnyip Charlie had no intention of returning to the swamp again so soon for Gator Men.
Melo: “Sounds like a plan. You know where we might find some? I know we came across a few out in the badlands, but those’re a few days out at least.”
Charlie: (What do I roll for guessing where they’d be?)
Vault: (got Wilderness Lore or similar?)
AJ B. (GM): (sorry, gotta remember to change that thing)
Charlie: (if they are a monster yes, if not nope. Just wilderness survivial)
and demons)
AJ B. (GM): (Wilderness Survival at -15 then)
Charlie: rolling 1d100-15> 50
(
81
)-15
= 66
~ 3~ oops
rolling 1d100< 35
(
39
)
= 0 Successes
AJ B. (GM): (Well it seems currently you aren’t sure, its been a while since anyone called you in to hunt cassowarries)
Charlie: (Is there a database on monsters I could check?)
AJ B. (GM): (they do keep track of where actual monsters tend to roam. Cassowaries being sdc pre rifts birds dont qualify and have gotten too common to bother tracking)
Charlie: “I might know a few places, but I think I need a cup of coffee or two to jog my memory.” Charlie attempted to stall till he could remember where he last saw them. They were common enough, but he wasn’t sure exactly where the last place was he took a gander at any giant turkeys.
Ambrose Betamax: (ha gander)
Melo: “No problems. Its still early; would be nice to get out there before it gets too hot out though.” Well, clothes were different at least! A pair of blue jeans ‘n a random T-Shirt from some local event that took place a few years back, judging by the dates on it. He looked like a local city rat! Well, no he didn’t. Coffee would be made in the kitchen and offered readily enough.
Charlie: (Can I attempt another roll?)
AJ B. (GM): (sure)
Charlie: rolling 1d100< 35
(
67
)
= 0 Successes
(So how common are these if I’m taking a 15 penalty)
AJ B. (GM): Ambrose, your cat suddenly perks up and runs out the door, heading upstairs.
(penalty is for using wilderness survival to track something while inside a city)
Charlie: (oh pft. I thought this was just a memory thing)
AJ B. (GM): (well remembering where you saw them last wouldnt be hard, thought you were trying to figure out where they would have gone)

Ambrose Betamax follows his kitten, making sure to stay posed so Albion doesnt fall off his head.
Charlie: (XD I’ll be more specific next time)
Ambrose Betamax: (poised)
AJ B. (GM): (if you’re just trying to get last location you spotted some, 2 days east)
A kitten runs up to Charlie and begins rubbing against his legs and purring loudly.

Charlie bristles up upon noticing what was touching his shins. Cats… the only creature to not take his ugly mug seriously. (you know the whole HF13) His tribe theorized that all cats were hiding an evil and darkness inside that was worse than anything they could imagine to ignore the looks of a Witch Wolf. As per the superstition, he scratched between it’s ears gently, trying to keep on it’s good side.

Melo quietly sets a coffee mug before the dog-thing before taking himself a seat. “Cute little bugger. Have to wonder just what evil doom it’ll bring upon us.” A casual joke. “Really need to remind Ambrose to go get it some more food, too.”
Charlie: Charlie hesitated in scritching at the mention of evil. “I can track down some casseroles once we get to the spot you last saw them.” As far as the wolf was aware, cats did not require sacrifices though they did often leave examples of their kills lying around from time to time. Arrogant creatures.
Melo: “Well, unless the scavengers got ‘em, they’ll be right where we left them, about 4 or 5 days towards Perth. One of our companions was.. uh.. Lets just say she was a bit trigger happy with the guns on my skycycle.”

Charlie mentions there might be a place a bit closer. Just two days East from here.
Melo: “That could work. How’s the new truck, by the way? And you happen to have a cage we can put them things in? I’d really rather not have them ripping up the inside of the APC.”

Ambrose Betamax watches my cat be friendly.

Charlie nods. Yeah I can purchase some large cages. Those are common for trappers to get their hands on. And the truck is great! I’ll have to give you a larger cut to make up for the cost. I know how expensive those are."
Charlie: (what does the cat look like, Blind)
Ambrose Betamax: (It’s a cute little white kitten :3)
Melo: “Heh. You’re telling me. Still needs some work if you ask me, but hey, at least the AC in it works.” Nope, he doesn’t at all go into the details of how he paid for it. At least it had a crew cab. “Well.. Two days you said? Might want to get going then.” And he’d down his coffee in one long swig before moving to wash the cup out.

Charlie offered the cat the cup of coffee. No need to be rude and keep it to himself. Cats always wanted to poke into cups and bowls. Even if they didn’t drink or eat, it was customary. “Yes, I’ll pick up some cages and come back. Shouldn’t take very long.”
Melo: “Alright. We should be ready by then.” And then toward the house at large, “Hey Ambrose, you coming bird catching with us?”
Ambrose Betamax: “….if I get to keep one…”
AJ B. (GM): The cat sniffs the cup, laps once then turns its head away from the cup.
Ambrose Betamax: (my cat aint no coffee drinker)

Charlie chuckles and takes the coffee back, scratching along the cat’s back to the base of its tail before gulping down the entire drink.

Ambrose Betamax starts to like charlie, since charlie is nice to cats.
Charlie: (until he kills birds)
AJ B. (GM): The cat stays pinned to Charlie’s legs the entire time, even doing the cat thing of looping around his legs as he walks.

Charlie trips up a few times before getting to the door.
Melo: “We’re dropping them off at the Admin’s place. You work out if they’ll let you keep one afterward? Best I can do.”
AJ B. (GM): As you reach the door the cat disentangles and leaps up into Ambrose’s antlers
Charlie: “I-is the cat coming?” He didn’t really want to have to worry about the creature taking his kllls. Cats do love birds.
Ambrose Betamax: (^^)
(I doubt this kitten is gonna kill anything :P)
(its a small domestic type)
AJ B. (GM): (That you got out of a giant present that also produced exploves and was stored in a place full of lunacy)

Melo would also be gearing up; rifle, check. Sleep-darts, check. Dart gun. check. Laser side arm, check. Body armor? Well.. It’d be in the truck most likely, if not worn. As for the cat coming along.. Well, that’s up to Ambrose. He’d also be leaving Vault behind, just to keep an eye on the house if they’re going to be gone for so long.
Charlie: (Charlie doesn’t know that lol, he has stories)
(which I totally didn’t JUST make up)

Charlie leaves to get some cages and will come back to lead everyone to the spot he last saw the birds
Ambrose Betamax: (my cats probably gonna end up transforming into some devastating anti cassowary weapon)
(it did come out of a magic shrodinger box)
Charlie: (yeah it did something weird to charlie)
(I’m trying to find the cages)

Melo is packing for a few days trip; clothes, food (Melbourne military issue MREs in various flavors, six days worth for three people, two pounds worth of human-safe beef jerky, and one bottle 1000 mg vitamin C pills, to stave off scurvy) and a full tank of water for the APC.
Charlie: (Any way I can buy a big tank of water to put in the back of the truck?)
AJ B. (GM): (sure, I assume you mean drinkable water and not just walk to the ocean and fill it?)
Charlie: yeah drinkable)
(I’m a dog but no toilet water please)
AJ B. (GM): (50 credits)
Charlie: (cool cool)
(btw I made a bunch of bookmarks for incantation spells in my version of th emagic book. Lemme know if you want it once I’m done with it all)
AJ B. (GM): (sure, thatd be appreciated)
After a little while Charlie returns with what he needs and is let in by Vault.
Vault: “The others are preparing and should be ready soon”

Ambrose Betamax prepares himself, his kitten will be staying home. Albion will do whatever albion wants. Ambrose thinks he might try making kitten and dragon armor for them alter though.
Charlie: “Tell me a joke, Vault.”
Vault: "Two humanoid lifeforms run into a bar. The first one turns to the second and inquires, “You didn’t see it either?”
Ambrose Betamax: (someday a chicken will be able to cross the road without having its motives questioned)
(wat bad joke? :P)
AJ B. (GM): (lol, better then “You are on the other side.” one.)
After a little while everyone is prepared and you all head out towards where Charlie last saw the Cassowaries.
Charlie: “Woah, yeah I’ve had that happen to me too.” Charlie started remembering a few bits and pieces of a rather wild night ages ago…

Melo is currently loading the last of the supplies into the APC; paperwork in order to leave the city, as well as re-entry with either birds or crocs.

Albion attempts to hop into the cab of Charlie’s truck ahead of him.

Charlie snaps his fingers and tries to get Albion away from his truck. “Deer-man. Your scaley other cat is trying to get into my car.” he barked in Ambrose’s direction.

Albion hisses “I’m not a Cat, how dare you slander a dragon in such a manner”
Charlie: “It has a mouth!” Melo’s zoo grows larger by the day.

Albion looks puzzled “Of course I do, are there intelligent species that lack mouths?”

Melo sighs, and heads on over. “Yth re gethrisjir bird maulkir, shar yth rigluin ekess nakta nomenoi birds takh. Nomenoi birds re turalisj aurthon ekess reasonably sone wux.”
Charlie: (that’s draconic right?)
Melo: (Yeah)

Albion turns to Melo and glares “thric bird tiliw sone ve!”
Albion: (how the fuck is there not a word for Bird?)
Charlie: “Mouthy.” Charlie scratches his chin listening to whatever Melo was saying. This dragon was with the fellas the first time he met them. He remembered what it had eaten… he waited to see what the two were going to do.
(Maybe it’s “feather duster”)

Melo just shakes his head with a smile. “Si tira ti yenta astahii ornla|dah gahri wer experience. Shar svadrav asta beaks re turalisjilt hak wux, axun, astahii shilta sone wux.”

Charlie took this oppertunity to slowly slink into the drivers seat, though he left the passenger side door open. If the dragon happened to creep in he’d tell it his rule about not touching the radio.
Albion: “kiri tisvelk, si mi confnir tikil svanoa.” with that he flicks his tongue at Melo and stalks off to the APC, lying down next to Ambrose and looking up at him “E zicd fyhdat du neta eh dra haf drehk.”

Charlie shuts his doors and leans out the window telling Melo, “You really need normal pets.” before settling into his seat.

Melo laughs. ""Winhal, winhal. Filki tir ti svent astahi. Yth rigluin nomenoi birds takh vur duulo di levnim." And then an amused headshake to Charlie. “Hey, Ambrose is that one’s guardian, not me.” And into his APC he’d go, the engines starting up without a sound. Behold the power of nukes!
Albion: With all of that you head out. The guards seem a bit less tense then usual and let you out with a quick flash of your peacekeeper badge. The drive to the spot Charlie mentioned is peaceful and although you see various wildlife, no Cassowarries are spotted. Once you arrive you can see some of their tracks on the ground, it appears they have moved on from here.
AJ B. (GM): (damn it lol)
Charlie: lol
rolling 1d100< 35
(
54
)
= 0 Successes
Tracking Animals: Cassowary
U: FFFFAAAAAK
(honestly I get more out of tracking by scent)
AJ B. (GM): (might want to try that then lol)

Melo casually enjoys beef jerky along the trip, haivng no issue offering the hatchling a few bits. “Tir ti itrewic fekiwvi jaka. Wth rigluin nomeno ekess annyo udoka vi lauth keari.” Though dinner would be fairly simple: Stew. He even claimed it was a recipe that his mother use to make. Where the fuck did he get beef cubes and potatoes from? The next day was casual and easy, the APC rolling along with the territory. At least until they finally get to a place with what seemed to be a pack of them. Some simple, human safe meal later, he’d hop out of the truck sans body armor. “So, what way’d they go, aside from ‘that way’?”
Charlie: rolling 1d100< 65
(
35
)
= 1 Successes
Smell Specific Odor

Charlie crouched low to the ground, his nose wiggling, snorting and snuffing the dust.

Charlie grimaced. “Well. Looks like they headed North a few days ago. Dunno how long it will take to catch up.”
Charlie: (how long did we have to do these missions?)
Melo: (3 weeks, we’re on day 7-ish currently)
Charlie: (I think getting this out of the way first is good then since it will take th emost time)
Ambrose Betamax: (ah ^^)
AJ B. (GM): (take it you guys head north keeping an eye out for tracks etc?)

Melo does so, ayep. Nice, easy driving, at hopefully a good 30-60, depending on how the truck handles it, and the land itself. After all, he’s driving a bemeoth.
Charlie: (yup gonna drive with my window down and head stick’n out like any ol’ canine)
Ambrose Betamax: (lol)
(From Vault): on the third night this comes in “Commander, Ms. Cockatrice and her friends are requesting entry, they are rather insistent.”

Albion asks Ambrose “Will Leah be okay on her own?”

Melo at one point, slows down to a meager 10-15 mph; still moving, but with less focus on the ground ahead as he fiddled with several of the controls on the dash. “What does she need?”

Ambrose Betamax thinks she’s ok. "she’s been doing fine…she was with me in the basement a lot.
Vault: over the speakers in the APC “Ms. Cockatrice has indicated a desire to inspect the house. Aside from that she said I do not need to know anymore, and her larger friend indicated that I might find pleasure in being mounted upon a mantelpiece. She seemed displeased with him afterwards.”
Charlie: rolling 1d100< 65
(
78
)
= 0 Successes
Smell Specific Odor. (Still track’n)
(ouch)

Albion nods to Ambrose and climbs into his Antlers

Melo grumbles, “Let her know that I need to know where in the house she needs to go, so I know what alarms and traps she needs to disable.”
Vault: “Commander she says she will be heading directly for the Wine Cellar, and that aside from that area she has no interest in the rest of the house at this time. Her body language indicates she is growing impatient and her larger friend appears to be gripping something in his pocket.”

Ambrose Betamax wonders if this has to do with Dave the weredeer.
Melo: “Alright. Tell her to use the back door. Unlock it for her. Keypad in the kitchen, code 8-8-6-niner-8-Pound, will blink green. Afterwards, she’ll need to enter code 1-1-8-6-6-1-Niner-1-star, then 6-8-1-Niner-7-1-Niner-Pound. Lights will blink red after each entry, same as if it didn’t take the codes. After that, she’ll want to wait a solid two minutes, then she should be clear.” Just what the hell was he talking about?
AJ B. (GM): After two days of travel from the first spot you see a flock of cassowaries, there look to be about 30 up ahead of you.
Charlie: (any idea how we should approach this? I was thinking some good ol’ magic)
(I was thinking levetation)

Melo would have sped up once he received acknowledgement, as well as a general note to give his regards, plausible deniability statement, and to contact him once they’d left. Otherwise, yep, nice and easy driving. “They there are. So, you happen to bring anything to knock ’em out?”

Ambrose Betamax uh…did not
Charlie: (I have a radio now right?)
Melo: (I’d really hope so)
Charlie: ( I Don’t know what the truck is like)
(Otherwise Charlie can’t tell Melo his plan)

Ambrose Betamax wants to ride a casswary.
Melo: (..oh shit. Uh.. how many E-Clips did you bring?)
Ambrose Betamax: (er however many I have left from the last fight)
AJ B. (GM): (yeah, Truck is in top shape)

Charlie radios Melo, telling him a Carpet of Adhesion followed by tranquil darts would be a good idea.
Melo: “Yeah, that could work. Hardest part’ll be getting close enough, fast enough without spooking all of ’em.”

Ambrose Betamax is a stealth deer!
Charlie: can I try to prowl then sneak attack?)

Ambrose Betamax , without being told, gets naked so he can use his stealth fur.
Ambrose Betamax: (naked deer :P)
AJ B. (GM): (you can definitely try prowling)
Ambrose Betamax: “Charlie, your a predator, they’ll spook with you….”
(ambrose can act like a normal non feni deer and totes just hang out with em :P)
Melo: (Until they eat him)
Ambrose Betamax: (cassowaries arent carnivors thooo…are they?)

Charlie sniffs the air, checking to make sure he’s not casting his scent everywhere before he decides to prowl

Melo for once, didn’t have his armor on, like an idiot.. Granted, the deer was buck naked, so neither did he. His dart gun already drawn, loaded with those standard tranq’s, and set to low power. Hopefully these wouldn’t kill these things..

Ambrose Betamax goes into stealth fur mode.

Ambrose Betamax uh, grazes casual
AJ B. (GM): (k prowl roll from charlie, and from Ambrose if you plan to sneak up on them)
Ambrose Betamax: (oki)
Charlie: rolling 1d100< 37
(
51
)
= 0 Successes
Ambrose Betamax: (how do I roll that with my fur)
Melo: (Think with your fur, its a 90% they won’t see you at less then 2ft a sec or something)
Ambrose Betamax: (ok, thats how fast I move then?)
Charlie: (how many feet is each square?)
AJ B. (GM): (alright, going to take you a little while to get near them.) They perk their heads up as the crunch of some gravel is heard from off in charlies direction.
Melo: (Ah, here it is. 90% if not moving, 70% if moving 2ft per melee round or slower, 20% if moving 6 ft per 15 seconds, and beyond that its useless)
AJ B. (GM): (each sq is 5×5)

Ambrose Betamax sneak sneak sneak.
Melo: (So if Ambrose were to take 20 minutes to sneek up to them, he’d have 70% chance per round of not being seen)

Charlie holds still!

Melo remains relaxed like, leaning against the side of the APC, some distance back.
AJ B. (GM): (Charlie, you manage to stop and they seem a bit more on edge, but otherwise return to what they were doing. Another Prowl roll if you want)
Ambrose Betamax: (I’m assuming plus the benefit of his natural sneakyness)
(so I roll d100?)
AJ B. (GM): (yep)
Ambrose Betamax: rolling 1d100
(
65
)
= 65
AJ B. (GM): (and thats a success, give me 2 more rolls for the full time period)
Ambrose Betamax: rolling 1d100
(
45
)
= 45
rolling 1d100
(
26
)
= 26
(may I brb for 5-10 mins? I need to return a movie before redbox charges me for another day?)
Melo: (Yep!)
AJ B. (GM): (sure)
Ambrose Betamax: (thanks ^^)
AJ B. (GM): (It’ll be 20 min in game before Ambrose makes it to them anyhow)

Melo is impressed when it comes right down to it. He had no idea what the deer planned to do, however, seeing how as he is unarmed and naked.
Charlie: rolling 1d100< 37
(
78
)
= 0 Successes

Charlie attempts to sneak forward 5 more feet.
Charlie:
AJ B. (GM): (2 ft every 15 seconds is Really slow lol)
Charlie: Just five X3)
AJ B. (GM): and again they perk up, this time they see Charlie and they don’t look to happy. (each token reps 5 of them because I dont want to clutter the field unless neccessary)
Charlie: OH GOD
AJ B. (GM): A few of the larger ones shift to stand between Charlie and the flock.

Charlie bristles a little but casts his spell anyway, hoping the beta birds would run leaving him to take care of the better looking big’uns.
Charlie:
Carpet of Adhesion! magical girl wolf sounds and transformation sequence
10ft wide x 20ft long
AJ B. (GM): Your movement seems to tick them off along with speaking aloud. They try and rush towards you but are caught by your spell. They squawk loudly and the rest do indeed bolt.
Charlie: “Well shit.”
AJ B. (GM): the 5 who were watching you are struggling and trying to escape.

Melo hums. “Well then.” Pa-taf goes the first dart.

Charlie turns around to tell Ambrose he might have a Cassowary sled team but stops mid sentence when he realizes the buck is naked.
Charlie: o xo ….. This deer was mad. Or… maybe Charlie should try sneaking up on prey naked next time. Perhaps the line between madness and genius was truly thin.
AJ B. (GM): (Im just gonna skip ahead here) you manage to knock all of the cassowaries out, after a little while the carpet expires and you’re able to load them into cages

Melo pa-taff, pa-taff, pa-taff, pa-taff, pa-taff.

Charlie sadly only brought 5 cages, not expecting to have so many dang birds.
Charlie: “Uh. How many fit in each cage?”
(they are large enough to house a bear)
Melo: “Alright. Lets get the cages ‘n get ’em loaded up. And you’re the one that got ’em.” A glance at the cages. How many were purchased?
AJ B. (GM): (could put 2 in each cage uncomfortably)
Ambrose Betamax: (is back)

Charlie holds up his hand with all fingers spread out.“I suggest we double up.”

Ambrose Betamax is already petting a couple and thinking of names.
Charlie: (How many are there total?)
Ambrose Betamax: (mom says I look/sound like myself again ;o;)
(these new meds must be good)
AJ B. (GM): (total you caught 5 of em, sorry was cutting back to accurate token amount after carpet)
Charlie: (oh okay, then we have enough cages)
(Now to fit them in the car…)
Ambrose Betamax: “…I think I’ll name you wally.”
AJ B. (GM): (Glad to hear it on the meds blind)
Ambrose Betamax: (thanks ^^)
Melo: “Alright. What do these things eat, anyways?” He’d be working quick though; duct tape carefully around beaks to prevent too much harm from pecking, and around ankles to keep them from scratching before loading them up into cages. “Damnit, these things’re heavy.”
Ambrose Betamax: "they eat the souls of people who are cruel to animals :P)
AJ B. (GM): (be interesting method of evolution there)
Melo: (How many did we need to get? I don’t remember.)
Ambrose Betamax: (revengolution)
AJ B. (GM): (sorry normal food supplies gone, we now eat the souls of poachers)
(5 total)

Charlie shrugged. “Judging by the beaks probably small rodents or meaty small things like deer.”
AJ B. (GM): (close, they mainly eat fruit but also do eat snails, birds, rodents, and carrion)
Charlie: (4 for the contract 1 for doctor dolittle)
Ambrose Betamax: “do cassowaries get lonely? We might need to keep two.”

Charlie frowns. “No, we cannot. We have 5, 4 are for the contract.”

Ambrose Betamax really just wants to keep two of em :P)
Melo: “You said one, Ambrose.” Clang, strap, clang strap strap, brace, tie down, strap. Hopefully all of them fit in the back of the truck.
Charlie: (Cages meant to hold bears, I don’t think they will unless we double up)
Melo: (How many did we load in the APC?)
Charlie: Hopefully just one)
Ambrose Betamax: “aaaaaw fine. I’ll make sure its not lonely with hugs. I hope thay train it for me.”

Ambrose Betamax finds a particularly large, young cassowary and decides that its the one he’s keeping
AJ B. (GM): (well they will if you want to build a tower in the back of the truck, it is an MD one, but thats iffy on balance)

Melo will likely just have to load one of the birds in the back then, cage and all. He’d strap it down, too. “Try not to get yourself killed.”
Charlie: I’d rather put at least one in the APC if we can, towers are scary, but I do have rope)

Ambrose Betamax helps put the one he wants in the APC.

Charlie notices how helpful Ambrose is and thanks him, not realizing he’s already picked his fave.

Ambrose Betamax pets it proprietorially.
AJ B. (GM): (can get three in truck without stacking provided back is left open, two if not)
Charlie: open is fine with me)

Melo could likely fit 3 in the APC; the damned thing is built to handle a whole platoon of 40 men, after all. He just doesn’t want to be cleaning bird crap out from the inside of it.

Melo will go the safer route; 3 in the APC, 2 in the truck. That’s likely how they had the cages set up for the trip out, after all. “Sleeping is gonna be a bitch.” Idle comments, but that’s his lot in life. “Alright. We’ve got a hell of a ride ahead of us. How’s the truck holding up?”

Ambrose Betamax doesnt realize that if he picked the largest one(which he did) He probably picked the packs alpha female. It’s…biiiig
Charlie: (also probably the noe that’s gonna go to the client)
AJ B. (GM): (Alright, driving back in a straight line can cut a day off travel)
Charlie: wohoo!
AJ B. (GM): (or can follow the path you took to get here which you know is clear and easy)
Charlie: (I think we can take the xtra day to avoid trouble)
do you have any tranq left?)
if not let’s put tarp over the cages, dunno if that works with cassowary)

Melo has another 25 darts. Said darts are only good for a few minutes each. Also likely didn’t bring a tarp.
Charlie: ~ 3~ ah well)
I guess shaving off a day might be better then

Melo at least has food covered for the entire party..! He planned ahead for that. Sorta.
Ambrose Betamax: (did you bring the easybake oven? :P)
Charlie: > n> It dispenses food right?)

Melo may have! How else is one going to provide fresh stew in the middle of a desert, from an APC, when driving?
Charlie: > n> so something that is eaten and digested?)
Could it produce a sugar cube?)
AJ B. (GM): (in a sense lol, and yes it could)
Charlie: > u>

Melo is concerned about keeping everything moving though. “Alright. You know the lay of the land better. What do you think Charlie? I really do not look forward to cleaning up after these things.”

Charlie snorts a laugh. “Make the deer do it. Tell him if he wants a new pet he has to clean up after it.” Mostly a joke. Mostly.

Ambrose Betamax is already pretty much in one of the cages cuddling with his chosen unconsious bird.
Charlie: rolling 1d100< 54
(
49
)
= 1 Successes
Navigation: Land
Charlie attempts to plot a course home

Melo worries for the deer. But he’s not going to stop him from getting gored to death; he needs to learn.
Ambrose Betamax: (ha. learn.)
Charlie: (the final lesson)
AJ B. (GM): (you know that from a land perspective you can actually make this journey in two days with perfect steering but the terrain would be rough)
Charlie: (is that an automobile check?)
Melo: (Likely several of them)
Charlie: with penalties?)
I"m assuming around 15)
AJ B. (GM): (about 15% with one section at 45)
Charlie: ~ 3~ ah I see hmnn)
AJ B. (GM): (The three day one would be simple no checks, but is known to be hunting ground for gangers)
Charlie: (Well we took two days to get here safely so might as well take it back then if it’s gonna tkae two days regardless)
oh three days)
AJ B. (GM): (two days east, two days north)
Charlie: o xo I’d rather take my chances with the bumpy roads than gangers)
AJ B. (GM): (the 4 day return you know was clear of both but is 4 days of travel)
Melo: (Fuel is another worry; sorta. We’ve eaten two of your long e-clips to get this far; think you have enough to get us back safely)
AJ B. (GM): (yes your truck is electric, and is fueled by e-clips lol)
Ambrose Betamax: (when we run out, we can ride the cassowaries :P)
Charlie: lol)
Yeah I can only afford 2 – 3 days)
Melo: (Melo DOES have a few clips as well, though, but they’re standards, not longs)
Charlie: I vote 2 days with bumpy roads vs gangers)
that’ll work, I have enough for 2 days for sure, I’d need to borrow 1 for a third)

Melo doesn’t know the land, and seeing how as maps’re.. well.. uncommon at best, he can only take Charlie’s word for it for how safe the routs are.

Charlie says he’d rather not deal with gangers. They might hurt the birds before they could be delivered.

Melo belatedly, nods. “Works for me. Lead on. Might need to take it slow and easy to keep from shaking them up too badly though.”
AJ B. (GM): (so taking the two day route then?)

Melo is ok with this. He even turns the radio on to listen to static!

Ambrose Betamax hangs out with his new friend that doesnt know its got a new besty yet.
AJ B. (GM): (Alright, first driving roll -10%)
Charlie: rolling 1d100< 49
(
1
)
= 1 Successes
Ambrose Betamax: (LOL)
Charlie: U: YES
Ambrose Betamax: (oh wait)

Charlie put on his seatbelt
Ambrose Betamax: (thats good nvm :P)
Melo: rolling 1d100+9< 47
(
34
)9
= 43
AJ B. (GM): (Alright) so Charlie makes this look damned easy and gets to skip the second roll. Melo manages to follow him for the most part though is a bit rougher, thankfully apcs are meant to take abuse. (2nd roll Melo only -15)
Melo: rolling 1d100
15 < 47
(
5
)+15
= 20
(Shoulda been +14, but woo 20!)

Melo seems a bit relaxed at the wheel of a multi-ton, 9 foot tall wheeled monster.
Ambrose Betamax: (do I need to roll animal handling so my new pet dun freak out/ likes me?)
AJ B. (GM): We continue on then and make it to a section that Charlie knows can be done and cuts off quite a bit of time but isnt the brightest method, a ditch that has obviously claimed a few vehicles judging by the rusted junk in it. a small hill on the edge of it set up perfectly for jumping it. -45 both of you)
Ambrose Betamax: (oh god)
AJ B. (GM): (and yeah Ambrose I’d strongly advise trying to roll that to keep it calm during this)

Ambrose Betamax can use his suppress fear at touc hrange!

Ambrose Betamax suppresses fear in his new pet :D

Melo pulls on up to the edge, stopping and getting out to look over it. A whistle escaped. “Well.. This isn’t good. This isn’t good at all.” Though he’d have to take a look to see if there was anything worth grabbing at a glance, because.. Well, old habits.
Ambrose Betamax: (actually suppressing its fear probs helps with taming it anyways)
AJ B. (GM): (Almost everything is rotted, there is a plastic hula girl intact in the ditch)
Charlie: Hmn

Melo laughs. Well, that’s worth grabbing at least. Down he’d scramble to try and get it, before returning. “Yeah. You sure about this?”

Charlie is silent
Charlie: (how wide is it)
AJ B. (GM): (for reference Charlie has used this route a couple times, though usually when on a rush job. It is just wide enough for your average outback vehicle to get stuck in when set tip to tail across it)
Charlie: (is that -45 with the birds in back?)

Melo is driving a 20 ton, 40 foot long, 24 foot tall bus, on 9 foot tall tires.
Ambrose Betamax: (lol this sounds like an amazingly bad idea)
AJ B. (GM): (yes it is)
(that was a response to Charlie’s question)
(whether its a bad idea or not, who knows)
Charlie: (well I can float the birds across if I absolutely have to onmy own, but I dunno about the APC)
Melo: “How you wanna do this?”
Ambrose Betamax: (this idea is so bad even ambrose is like, you want to what?)
Charlie: “I didn’t think this through. I can’t lift your APC across and I don’t think there’s anything in this pit stable enough to support your ride across the pit.”

Melo nods. “Uh-huh. And where is the nearest bypass?”

Charlie feels terribly embarrassed, his tail is curled a bit inward. “Erm. No where riding around in a huge treasure box wouldn’t get you noticed.”
Charlie: (I really don’t know what to do)
(Got any magic that might be useful here)

Melo nods. “Right then. Well.” And he’d look down into the pit trap. “I really doubt all of this junk could support the Epok properly. We’ve got a few options: Chance dealing with bandits, hope having a tank cannon aimed at them is a viable deterrent, go back the way we came, or I can punch it.”

Charlie frowned. “Bandits would probably be easier to deal with than a stuck APC.”
Ambrose Betamax: (the bandits would be uh, no thanks, we dont need any cassowaries :P)
Charlie: (Wel, we could go back the way we came and waste time and get stranded)
Melo: “I’m inclined to agree with you there. Hey Ambrose, you ever fired one of those things?” And into the APC he’d go, gesturing to the turret on top.

Ambrose Betamax looks at it. “nope. looks fun though.”

Melo sighs. Great. “Alright. C’mon, lemmie show you how it works.Albion, wux kiri; Si janik rigluin wux ifnitot though, offering herunga.” And what would follow would be a crash course in operating the turret.
AJ B. (GM): Alright, so you head towards the bypass, a small clearly manmade bridge just wide enough for a single vehicle to pass over it. There is a motorcycle lying on its side on the opposite side of the bridge.

Melo might not be able to pass over it, when it comes right down to it. Damned APC is huge, at 21 feet wide.

Ambrose Betamax diligently is peeking down at his cassowary from the turret opening. clearly thats more important than whatever is outside the APC’s armor :P
AJ B. (GM): (The apc can get over it though it will require flawless driving since the tires will only be partially on the bridge)
(only a -20 to get over it)
(the truck suffers no penalty to get past it)
Charlie: (Where’d the -45 come in?)

Melo that said, take’s point. “Hang on folks. Ambrose, keep your eyes sharp.” A moment was spent doing a quick scan. Hopefully at some point, seeing how as another path was chosen that was likely far more dangerious, he’d put his armor on. And Ambrose got dressed.
Charlie: (oh nvm sorry I misread)

Melo also starts to casually drive forward, calm as always. Hardest part? Not knocking the supports out for the bridge.

Ambrose Betamax got dressed? aaw.
Charlie: (can I check for anyone trying to hide with magic)
Melo: rolling 1d100+9< 47
(
8
)9
= 17
AJ B. (GM): (sure)
Charlie: -30 to anyone trying to use camo magic or otherwise
rolling 1d20
2 perception
(
5
)+2
= 7
well
Today isn’t my day
AJ B. (GM): As the APC gets to the end of the bridge the bike on the other side gets up and starts driving in circles in front of the APC

Ambrose Betamax does his best to look scary.
Ambrose Betamax: “I’m putting my fur into scary mode for this….fake scars and poisony looking colors :P”
(feni war paint :P)

Melo casually picks up the loud speaker mic. “Howdy folks. Just passing through, and it’d be a pity to have to wreck up that bike o’ yours.” He’d even pull a bit of a texan drawl. “Be right neighborly for you to get it outta mah way.” Nope, that monster wasn’t about to stop rolling along.
AJ B. (GM): As you continue the bike revs its engine although it does get out of your way you hear its radio playing organ music.
Ambrose Betamax: (the bike without a driver?)
Charlie: (looking up how big the energy field is)
Melo: (Why can I only think of countering with ‘We built this city’?)

Ambrose Betamax wonders why he seems to be hearing “Ride of the Valkiries”.
Charlie: (using energy field on the APC and my truck)
(pg 101 in the magic PDF, might not be able to get all the APC not sure)

Melo again broadcasts. “Thank ya kindly folks. Y’all have a good day, y’hear?” And then within the APC, "Ambrose, heads up, we’ll likely have something coming at us in a moment.
AJ B. (GM): (the bike does appear to be moving on its own) and after you both drive past it follows you staying just within range for the music to play. nothing else appears to be around

Ambrose Betamax watches like a HAWK….that is horrible nearsighted.
Ambrose Betamax: (we should get a pet ghost motorcycle.)
Charlie: (I will give you a pet knuckle sandwich you greedy deer!)
the world is your zoo lol)
Ambrose Betamax: (AMBROSE IS A FRIEND TO ALL ANIMALS SO THERE)
Charlie: (a motorbike isn’t an animal, loophole!)
Ambrose Betamax: (ambrose would count it if its a non-human creature :P)

Melo still drives along, not seeming to mind. Well, actually, he minds quite a bit, but at the same time.. Damnit, there’s something right there to take apart and learn about! “Hey Charlie, What’d’ya read on that thing? How far back is it?”
Charlie: (carpet of adhesion on the ground under the bike)
Ambrose Betamax: (whyyyyy it backed off)
Charlie: (no it didn’t it’s following us)

Charlie radios Melo “A lot farther back now.” He peeks in his rearview mirror making sure the bike is stuck.
Ambrose Betamax: (but its not neccessarily aggressive O.o)
Charlie: (spies don’t have to be aggressive to tell their boss everyone’s secrets)
AJ B. (GM): (whats the duration on the carpet?)
Ambrose Betamax: “I wonder how it keeps its balance.”
Melo: “Frankly, I do, too.” And with the ground presumably a bit more stable, seeing how as there’s a bridge behind them, he’d keep on going at a nice, steady clip.
Charlie: 5 minutes)
AJ B. (GM): After it expires the bike does come back, this time putting an extra mile between it and you and moving in a more serpentine pattern.
Ambrose Betamax: “I mean its not like it can throw its weight around without a rider….that…IS SO COOL I WANT ONE
(that is so totally ghost rider…y)

Charlie radios Melo. “Hey , you sound like an experimenty guy. How about I split from the party and deliver these birds,. See if he follows me or you. I wager he wants your APC, Bet that’s a pretty girl bike looking for a burly man APC to cuddle with.”
Charlie: “My truck is nice but it’s no fabio.” he adds jokingly
Ambrose Betamax: “can I have the Apcbikebabies? I’d raise them as my own.”

Melo radios back, “Yeah.. Not a very good idea to break off from your only defence. You’ve got your rifle, and that’s about it. That said, that thing’s got a hell of a top speed on it.”
Charlie: "We’re gonna lead them right back to your place or to the client, which I refuse to do. What do you suggest Melo? I don’t trust the thing. "
Ambrose Betamax: “I bet I could win a race with it.”
(can I use eyeball a fella on it?)
Melo: “Well, our biggest issue is sleep at this rate, City’ll blast the damned thing without much hesitation.” A sigh at the deer. “So, we can either A) Stop and take it out, B) Hope it leaves us alone, or C) Split up and watch it blaze past me and blow up my new truck. Lets just keep going.”
Ambrose Betamax: (So I can uh…discern its…uh…hmm.)
Charlie: “Let it get close enough.”
“We’ll see who blows up who…” Charlie perhaps hasn’t put all his cards on the table yet.
Ambrose Betamax: “but I don’t even think it’s armed.”

Melo could only go so fast in the APC. “Alright. Pull ahead a bit; quarter mile between us, we’ll see what happens.” And then a blink. “It’s driving on it’s own, with no rider. Its armed.”

Ambrose Betamax decides to just ask it. “HAY BACK THERE, WHATCHOO DOING
Ambrose Betamax: “ALSO HOW DO YOU KEEP YOUR BALANCE THATS REALLY SPIFFY
AJ B. (GM): The only response you get is it popping a wheelie.
Charlie: (so it’s not following any closer?)
Ambrose Betamax: “EEEEE thats so cool! hay what do you do about flat tires, I need to tell my bicycle so I don’t have to change them anymore!”
Charlie: rolling 1d20+2 perception to see if the bike is magic in any way
(
10
)+2
= 12
Charlie checks his rearview mirror again before pulling in front of the APC as directed.
Ambrose Betamax: “DO YOU HAVE A SISTER YOUR TOTALLY HOT LETS GO OUT SOMETIME
Charlie: “It’s not magic” Charlie huffs over the radio.

Melo perks at that. “Right. We need to take it down then. There’s some controls in there I could make a hell of a lot of use out of.” Yep, now all he has to do is figure out how to take it out without blowing it up.
AJ B. (GM): The bike does follow the truck, but it suddenly stops and turns around peeling off. A couple minutes later the city can be seen on the horizon.

Melo radios in ahead once the bike breaks off, “Melbourne, this is Peacekeeper Melo Craft, badge PK2246D3 coming in. ETA 15 minutes in APC with one Pickup in company. We’re bringing in some birds, as requested by the administration.”

Ambrose Betamax is still yelling off into the distance at the motorcycle. “FINE, LEAVE! I BET YOUR MOTHER WAS A TRICICLE
AJ B. (GM): The guards seem used to you passing through and let you by with just a flash of your badge this time.
Ambrose Betamax: (I assume the guards have gotten used to me being wierd too :P)

Melo heads on in, casual like, radioing back to Charlie, “Alright, lets bring ’em in.”

Charlie does just that, glad the creepy non magic bike is gone.
AJ B. (GM): (so taking Cassowarries straight there or no?)

Melo quite plans to drop them off. He needs to hose out the APC after having three giant, squaking birds in it.

Ambrose Betamax is is keeping the bestest one :P
Charlie: (no he is not)
Ambrose Betamax: (yes he is, he already marked it as his tarritory.)
Charlie: (if Ambrose is truely an animal lover, they are all equal in his eyes)
Ambrose Betamax: (that too :P)
Charlie: lmao

Melo quietly shoots Ambrose with a sleeping dart. Pa-taff.
AJ B. (GM): As you arrive at the gate you find it is already open. A woman indicates you should pull around to the back and today you are greeted by a naked hair man who looks like he could actually wrestle Charlie.
Melo: (..hair man?)
AJ B. (GM): (hairy)

Ambrose Betamax passes out, collapsing…onto his cassowary :P)
AJ B. (GM): (Ambrose is in the cage with it?)
Ambrose Betamax: (yes. Ambrose is not a a clever deer. But he had cast fearproofing on it anyways :P)
Charlie: (Probably making sure they don’t want that one cuz he is the duke of wellington and they do not want to disturb him)
AJ B. (GM): (yeah Im more concerned with most Cassowaries attitude, they have been known to attack humans unprovoked, cant imagine an unconcious deer is a lot better even with a few days of bonding)
Charlie: “bondage” is more like it, thing has been tired up the entire time)
Ambrose Betamax: (ambrose is also a veggie-deer tho :P)
AJ B. (GM): The man inspects the Cassowarries and grunts as this time you are handed an envelope sealed with wax.
Charlie: you being me or melo?)

Melo wouldn’t have let the deer in the cage to begin with. He also had duct-taped the bird’s beak mostly-shut, careful to avoid nares, and duct-taped their feet together. Cruel, but effective. “Afternoon.” And out of the APC he’d go, to start getting the cages out. The envelope would be accepted, “Just for my own peace of mind, because I’m gonna have to deal with the Earl later, he did want to have one of the birds, alive, as his compensation after the party is done with. Someone did explain that, correct?”

Ambrose Betamax snores loudly in the APC.
AJ B. (GM): The Man gives a low animalistic growl and points towards the door in back of the building.
Melo: “Thank you.” A nod, and in he’d come, waving Charlie along. He’d even pass the still sealed envelope over.
AJ B. (GM): As you enter you see the frog on the table. “Oh its you. Please tell me you don’t need you’re payment explained today.”

Ambrose Betamax dreams of his great future adventures with his cassowary and his weredeer, cat, and dragon…and future additions
AJ B. (GM): (man you guys really are going to need an entire circus train one day)

Charlie nodded. “I’ve been thinking about your song ever since. I might request it just to hear it again.” He gave Melo a sly smile. Surely he’d appreciate the song from the source itself!

Melo headshakes, “Nope, just want to make sure that the Earl had made clear his desire for one of the birds, alive, after the party was over, before fully accepting payment. He does sometimes forget the details, after all.”
Ambrose Betamax: (and preferrable well trained :P)
(THE BEST ONE :P)
AJ B. (GM): “Ahh, yes we had heard about that. We will of course be happy to pay him with either the server or the last place. The rest are unfortunately slated for an auction as part of the nights events.”
Charlie: (sounds like he’s gonna get two if they don’t want to take the fifth one)
Ambrose Betamax: (is unconscious, but will take both.)
(and would be very angry if he knew any of them were going to be hurt)
Melo: “That’s quite acceptable to me. Last place might be best for him. I appreciate you and Grand Master G being so generous with the Earl. I’m sure he’d pass on his gratitude himself, but after the time we spent getting them, he’s just plum tuckered out and asleep in the car. I’ll let you return to your other business, and take my leave, unless there was anything else you needed to address with us before we collect the rest of the list.”
Ambrose Betamax: (don’t lie, you drugged me. oh wait, am I immune to that?)
Melo: (More than likely; need a 16+ on a save vs non-lethal poison. A save that you’re +21 on.)

Ambrose Betamax uh was letting you THINK he fell ictim to your little trick, and plucks the dart out of his neck after you leave.

Charlie opens the sealed envelope just in case it’s turnips again or something else like mangos or cred stick origami…
Ambrose Betamax: (there. saved.)
AJ B. (GM): (This time it appears to be glitter or dust of some kind) “I would be careful with that envelope, once open we are not responsible for your payment. or any loss incurred”
Ambrose Betamax: (oh god he anthraxed us)
AJ B. (GM): “Well there is the matter of whether or not each of you will be attending. and Giovan asked that I also take a moment to verify that the Earl is ok and has not been kidnapped or otherwise. Is he with you today?”

Charlie seals the letter again and hands it to Melo. “It’s not turnips.”
AJ B. (GM): The frog looks at you “Of course not, they’d never fit in there.”

Charlie wiggles his nose. “I’d like to request payments be in plain ol’ cred sticks from now on.”

Melo accepts the letter, carefully folds it so that the opening is facing inwards, and pockets it. “Took the words right out of my mouth. And quite; as mentioned, he’s out in the car. I’d be more then happy to see you out to him? As for attendance, provided we’ve managed to get everything Grand Master G has requested, I quite plan to be here. It’s not every day you get invited into a party with the upper echelon of the city.”
Ambrose Betamax: (ambrose will be there to make sure the cassowaries are treated well.)
AJ B. (GM): The frog hops up onto Melo’s shoulder. Taking his statement as invitation. “If you would, that’d be wonderful. I will see what I can do about the payments. Unfortunately as I am sure you know, our employer is quite….”
He seems to be considering what word best fits.
Melo: “Our employer is unique in his methods of compensation.”
AJ B. (GM): “mmm, I was thinking completely mental, but yours certainly sounds more respectful.”

Melo with that, walks on out, gem covered frog on his shoulder. “And what fun is it to be paid in nothing more then credits? Trade-goods can be just as useful at times. Besides, should we ever need to do some business outside of town on his behalf, I’m sure they would have more use for goods then credits.” And out to the deer-bee he’d go.

Ambrose Betamax acts asleep.
Ambrose Betamax: (lol is melo aware that ambrose wouldnt be affected much by that stuff?)
Melo: (Quite aware. That doesn’t change the fact that he can hope it worked.)
AJ B. (GM): The frog hops down and checks Ambrose’s pulse and once satisfied. “Thank you, as I said I will try and make sure you are paid in credits when possible. Today you will have to settle for powdered gems.”
Melo: “I’m sure we’ll be able to make good use of them.” And back toward the house he’d go. Why be discourteous and make the frog walk?

Ambrose Betamax snore snore snores and wonders if the frog noticed he was awake.
AJ B. (GM): Once he was back in. “Thank you, you have been most courteous, and that should always be returned in kind. Be careful on your way home, the rumor mill says madame trice is rather upset.”
Ambrose Betamax: (we never did fight mirror lady did we)

Melo ohs? And sighs. “Great. Should I be curious as to just what the rumors say she’s upset about? Though I’m sure I’ll find out in due time.” He’d even offer a hand to get the frog to it’s desk.
AJ B. (GM): “Nothing specific, just she isn’t taking anyones calls and was last seen heading to her safehouse. Hasn’t been at the bar since, and everyone is just told they’ll have to wait.”

Melo face palms. “Oh.. shit.” Nope, this didn’t bode well. “Well, I quite appreciate the warning.” With that, he’d turn to leave. “Vault. She damn well better still be alive.” A hand would already be up to open that secure connection to the droid. “Alright folks, we’ve got places to be and things to do. Charlie, you might want to sit this one out unless you want to help deal with someone on a war path. Ambrose.. You might want to hang out at Leah’s for a bit.”

Ambrose Betamax likes leah, so doesnt mind going ovewr there. also, he is mysteriously awake now.
Charlie: “War path?” Charlie was content to stay out of it. He had enough to deal with on his plate like how to sell ground up gems…
(actually I’m fallign asleep so I need to step out anyway)
(thanks for the session today)
Melo: (Sleep well, yeah?)
Ambrose Betamax: (^^)
Charlie: (i’ll be back in a couple hours)
Melo: (We’ll make sure to post exp for you in the skype thing)
AJ B. (GM): (Leah was last in your house remember?)
Ambrose Betamax: (…oh :P)
AJ B. (GM): (welcome to go to her trailer but she’s not likely to be there)
Melo: (That was six days ago. nod)
AJ B. (GM): (rest well)
(and yes it was six days ago, and if you got the choice between dingy trailer or stately manor which would you be in?)
Melo: (True)
AJ B. (GM): Anyhow, you have no problems getting back to the house. The gate is closed, Vault is nowhere to be seen outside.

Melo would be far more likely worried at the lack of reply on his coms. “Vault, Report.” The APC would be left out front in all likelyhood, and his dart gun would be drawn. He’s not about to blow up the place. Around back would be the first thing he’d check. As far as Ambrose? Well.. Hopefully Charlie would have taken him to Leah’s trailer in the M-Quarter. If not? There is likely to be a very ‘Shoot first, ask questions later’ marine clearing the house.
Vault: “Commander, Ms. Cockatrice says she would like a word with you and Ambrose. Although she has not made any demands she has made it clear she will not leave unless by force. Apologies for the slow response, there is some interference.”
Melo: “Acknowledged. Where is she, and who’s left in the house?” Already he’d be calming some, eyes flipping through spectrums, checking for anything out of the ordinary.
Vault: “She and her two compatriots are in the living room. Also Commander, I politely request authorization of lethal force.”
AJ B. (GM): (scanning the house in all spectrums indicates there are at least 6 individuals, one sitting next to Vault casually cleaning some form of gun.)
(four in the living room, 1 is clearly Leah)
Melo: “Granted. Minimize property damage. Wait until they move to strike first; Still rather talk our way out of this one if we can.” That wouldn’t stop him from whispering a few words under his breath, a momentary sheen flickering over his armor, a second to follow some scant few seconds later.
(To GM) rolling 1d100 (Impervious to energy mod)
(
5
)
= 5
(To GM): uh.. reduce damage or effects by 1d4*10%. How do you want that handled for ‘immune to damage’?
Melo: (To GM) rolling 1d100 (Armor of Ilithian mod)
(
34
)
= 34
Melo: (To GM) rolling 1d4*10
(
3
)*10
= 30
(From AJ B. (GM)): since its immunity call it a lucky break and has no effect
(To GM): Ok. And 17 actions total on Armor of Ilithian; just under 3 rounds worth.

Melo shortly there after, stops not too far from the living room, but still out of sight. “To what privilege do I owe this extended stay?”
Cockatrice: “Ahh, Melo, do please come in and have a seat.”
Melo: “Once guns’re on the floor, I’d be happy to. No disrespect meant, but you know how it is when you come home to people armed in your living room.”
Ambrose Betamax: (I assume ambrose, being pretty naive, is at leahs trailer wondering where she is.)
Cockatrice: (up to you on that one. I figure the way she talked about the place he’d know she’d stay at the manor if given the choice.)
“Well now see, that’s a bit of a problem. My guards are not fond of disarming. They’d be happy to holster their guns I’m sure. Unfortunately my friend over there, he’s well, he always has to be doing something with his hands.”
Melo: “You’ve got good men, then. I’ll take hollister, still much rather have floor though.. There’s some wooden puzzles on the stand by the couch. Should keep his hands occupied.”
Cockatrice: She seems to think for a bit. “Hmmm, tempting but I think you may be overestimating your positions.” The guards holster their weapons, but the last guy pointing at vault chuckles and a high pitched voice laughs.
Jacob R.: .me is sitting on leah’s couch waiting for her to get back from what must be a rather long shopping trip.
Ambrose Betamax: (whoops)

Ambrose Betamax , after a while of waiting, decides to head back home. maybe she’s already there! he sings a happy little deer tune as he walks, without a care in the world. as usual.
Melo: “No Ma’am, I’m just trying to level the playing field some. Like I said, come home to a number of men armed in your living room, you take precautions when and where you can. So, why’re you here?”
Cockatrice: “As I’m sure Vault has informed you, I wish to speak with you and Ambrose. We found one of my security measures downstairs disabled.”
“Unfortunately as this has caused me quite a bit of displeasure and has devalued my property I am understandably perturbed. As you tend to prove resourceful I felt precautions were in order.”
Ambrose Betamax: (so, I’m on my way home. I guess I’ll arrive whenever AJ thinks is about right :3)
AJ B. (GM): The high pitched voice laughs again this time speaking. “If you like your tin man the way he is then I should listen to Trice. If not I’ll enjoy testing my new toy.”

Melo still remains nice and securely out of sight, scanning for the two others he knew were in the house. He should have taken them out first. “Ah, but you signed the house over to us. But who worries about laws here, I suppose?” Followed by a sigh. “What did Ambrose break this time?”
Cockatrice: “Now, now Mory, don’t threaten the poor boy. Also if you will recall Melo I am loaning you the house rent free at this time. I did not expect it to remain mint but I do expect certain things to remain intact.”
“If you must know, we came to feed one of my guard dogs and found it rather less hostile then it needs to be.”
(Ambrose, moving casually or running?)
Ambrose Betamax: (casually. ambrose isnt aware of anything really wrong.)
Melo: “I seem to remember you losing the house in a bet, but that’s beside the point. We’re quite in the here ’n now, ’n the damage has been done.” With that, he’d put his gun back in it’s holster. “Coffee?”
Cockatrice: “No thank you. For now I would advise staying out of the kitchen. I apologize I was a bit less controlled when I found out. One of my men is still cleaning up in there.”
(And about now Ambrose reaches the house)

Melo sighs. “Well.. Fuck. Fine, give me a few minutes. I want some god damned coffee if we’re going to talk like civilized people, and not shoot each other. Rest of your crew want anything to drink?”

Ambrose Betamax barges in thinking nothing is really wrong and we just have guests.
Ambrose Betamax: (isnt in that room yet but you hsould be able to hear me)
LEAH< ARE YOU HERE? I DIDNT SEE YOU AT YOUR PLACE

Melo just.. sighs at Ambrose. And he’d walk out the back door, to go around and get some coffee from the APC. “Vault, make sure they don’t kill him.”

Ambrose Betamax wanders around the house looking for leah.
Cockatrice: “She’s in here with us Ambrose. I’m quite glad you arrived.”
AJ B. (GM): The high pitch voice yells out “If you happen to have a glass of AB negative I wouldnt object.”

Ambrose Betamax heads into the room, wondering whats going on. still not too worried yet.
Leah Razortongue smiles at Ambrose “Just be careful, she’s in a bad mood.”
AJ B. (GM): As you enter the room you can see Cockatrice and Leah on the couch, Cockatrice’s two regular men behind them. In the corner stands vault. There is a man in a chair next to him. The man appears to be wearing purple eyeliner and has a pale complexion. He is pointing a strange looking gun at Vault as he cleans it.
Ambrose Betamax: “…why are you pointing guns?”
AJ B. (GM): The pale man smiles “Oh I just like to clean it. Besides if I dont point it at him I can’t scramble his brains at a moments notice.” The man giggles.

Melo returns, a few minutes later, sipping coffee from a mug that reads “World’s greatest Mom” on it. He’d settle down in a chair quite calmly. “Sorry Morty. Last bit of blood I had on hand was handed over not too long after I got in the city.”
Ambrose Betamax: “ha, you can’t scramble his brains, he’s faster than that.”
“he’d just move.”
AJ B. (GM): Morty shrugs at Melo, then looks at Ambrose “Hmm, you’re right maybe I should just shoot him now?” Cockatrice snaps and he immediately shuts up.

Ambrose Betamax does not like people being aggressive around his lady friend. Or his other friends for that matter.

Melo wants to shoot the man. He really does. But he won’t. Can’t fault a guy for being a bit crazy. “Thank you.” A nod given to Cockitrice.
Cockatrice: “Alright now that we’re all here, I think we need to get a few things straight. You’re half right Melo, I lost a bet and agreed to do you some favors. One of which was to let you use this house. I still owe you a few others and am working on them currently. However apparently I wasn’t clear on my expectations.”

Melo passively sips at his coffee, listening. “Sadly, suppose not. Appreciate you making them clear for us.”
Ambrose Betamax: "and you are pointing a gun at my friend there. Thats not really something I’d have expected. squint
Melo: “Ambrose, be polite ‘n can it. We’ve got guests.”

Ambrose Betamax grumbles. Under his breath “intruders, not guests…”
Cockatrice: “Now that tunnel that I made sure you found. It is a maze, an escape route, and a death trap. All of which are intentional.” she looks innocent “I am not pointing a gun at anyone, my friend there is, but keep in mind he is a friend not an employee, so I can only advise courses of action not order them.”
“I can honestly say I did not expect any of you to wander into the more dangerous areas before understanding the map. or for that matter, pacifying, taming or whatever it is you did to one of my pet projects.”

Ambrose Betamax has his fur in a tv test pattern. something he does when he’s stressing out.

Melo nods casually. “Let me tell you a thing or three about Ambrose here.” He’d lean forward, setting his coffee down, arms resting on his knees. “I asked him to walk into your bar, sit down, and order a beer. I told him to do nothing else. Outright told him to do nothing but order a beer. I’m sure you’ve already heard how that went.” The last statement spoken as he sat back in his chair. “He’s a Betamax. He just does those kinds of things. Its in his blood. I don’t know how he’s still alive.”

Melo casts a glance at Leah. “Hell, didn’t I ask you to make sure he didn’t do anything stupid, and to avoid going down there?”
Leah Razortongue nods and has her fur pattern fade to full chameleon status.

Ambrose Betamax ’s pattern loses vertical hold and goes all swimmy.
Cockatrice: “Alright, well admittedly whatever he did is impressive. The Armadeer was meant to be one hell of a murder machine. Still it WAS a valuable commodity. So there is that, and there is the matter of a job I was hoping would be done by now.”
Ambrose Betamax: “whats an armadeer?”
Cockatrice: “At one point it was a giant razor toothed killing machine. Now it seems to think its tongue is for licking people”
Ambrose Betamax: “oh, the weredeer. you know it can talk, right?”

Cockatrice looks from Ambrose to Monty and back and forth, before saying “I’m not sure who’s crazier”
Cockatrice: (*Morty)
Ambrose Betamax: “I’m just saying you imprisoned something that’s smart enough to talk.”
Cockatrice: (Mory)

Melo lightly jerks his head to indicate the deer-bee. “I’d much rather be able to get her book, and get out without a few holes in my chest then go in without a proper plan of action.”
Cockatrice: “O….k, whatever you’ve been allowing him to drink. I suggest you cut the alchohol content by at least 20%” she directs this at Melo.
Ambrose Betamax: (Wat, it can, you said so, two word phrases meaning one word right?)

Melo laughs. “Yeah.. I feed him water.” And then he’d stop and turn. “Fuck. Did you two raid the god damned wine cellar?”
Ambrose Betamax: “No! we didnt even go past the room with the weredeer.”
Cockatrice: (yeah, you know that and the gm knows that. Cockatrice not so much)
Ambrose Betamax: “what, you didnt know? what did you think all those two word phrases were?”
Cockatrice: “Ok, being able to mimic words is not the same as speaking. I’m told Parrots do the same.”
Melo: “I’ve heard some deer can do it, too.” Wait, did he say that outloud?

Ambrose Betamax explains everything he can about the talking thing to the best of his ability. being hella stressed out while he does.
Cockatrice: “Alright, for the sake of argument, lets assume you two are saner then my friend holding the ERSR there.” she waves at Mory. “If that thing can answer three questions I’ll believe it was smart and that I shouldn’t demand you pay to replace it.”

Melo laughs at that. “Think very carefully about who you’re talking about. I think the better question is what one of us is crazier: Him, or me for sticking around?” Though he’d pick up his mug ’n down half the cup.
Ambrose Betamax: (question one: what did I have for breaksfaast this morning? Answer: venison. oh dear.)
Cockatrice: “If you two have no objections Ambrose, my personal guard and I will proceed downstairs and everyone else will wait up here.”

Melo shrugs. “I’ll be honest, I’d quite like to see this for myself. Aside from when I had to drag him back up here, I haven’t so much as looked at the damned thing, let alone seen if his claims’re true. I just as much presumed he was crazy talking.”
Ambrose Betamax: “….fine.”
Cockatrice: “Alright then. Is it going to be a problem if Mory and Vault remain here?”
Melo: “Only if he fires.” Another shrug, and he’d down the last of his coffee mug. Yep, he really did need to make sure that man ended up dead in a ditch somewhere.
Ambrose Betamax: “your eyeliner is stupid, morty.”
Cockatrice: Mory laughs. “It’d only erase everything he ever knew. It won’t damage the chassis. I think.”
(not cockatrice Mory saying that)
Melo: (Oh god. Ambrose is about to give him fashion tips, isn’t he?)
(He has the skill set for it..!)
Ambrose Betamax: I totally wanna roll for that now
Cockatrice: (you’re welcome to do so.)
Ambrose Betamax: (ok what do I roll for that)
(appraise goods ooh lala)
Melo: (Wardrobe and grooming)
Ambrose Betamax: rolling 1d100
(
89
)
= 89
(lol somehow I fail and give him bad but hopefully good sounding fashion advice.)
Melo: (I think that is a pass)
Ambrose Betamax: (oh it is?)
Melo: (I’m checking the math to make sure)
Cockatrice: (I have no idea what his skill in that is, but I know it was decently high)
Melo: (Ambrose, what level vagabond are you? 2 or 3?)
(Or are you 4 by now?)
Ambrose Betamax: (probs 4. we havent done any of the leveling stuff remember?)
(so it just says ding level up :P)
Melo: (If he’s level 3+, that’s a pass)
(Base 50, +27% (15 Vagabond, +10 profesional from vagabond, +2% IQ), +12% from level 3 vagabond is 89)
(Because it goes up 4% a level)
Ambrose Betamax: (I think I’m level 4)
AJ B. (GM): As Ambrose explains how to dress and use makeup to complement complexion, and body type Mory actually lowers his gun and looks over what he is wearing. As he does Vault raises a hand towards his head and says “Permission?”
Ambrose Betamax: (lol if this saves the day I’m gonna laugh my ass off)
(vault, kill!)
Melo: “Granted.”

Melo makes a rather large mistake.
AJ B. (GM): Vaults arm forms into a gun and obliterates Mory’s head. Cockatrice looks over and shrugs “Thanks, can we continue on now?”
Melo: “Mmhmm. Vault, thank you. Would you mind cleaning that up?” He’d go and collect the gun that was threatening his droid. “Seeing how as you’ve lost your guard though, I’ll stay up here. Only fair.”
Ambrose Betamax: “And that shade of red your head isn ow looks horrible.”
(bwahaha with nothing but a makeup kit, Ambrose has killed a man indirectly)
AJ B. (GM): She shakes her head. “He wasn’t my guard.” she throws a thumb to the bruiser usually with her. “He is.”
Melo: (I am so, absolutely, totally seeing a movie scene happening right then. One of those wonderful british crime dramas that have just a touch of comedy to them that I so love.)
AJ B. (GM): “Also be careful with that gun. His experiments were often unstable.”
Ambrose Betamax: (not to be a dumbass, but couldnt we just take em at this point anyways?)
Melo: (I’d much rather not deal with the fallout of taking out a crime boss who actually makes a point of protecting the Dee-Bees)
“Noted. C’mon then, shall we?” He’d rise, and make a general gesture of ‘lead the way’.
Ambrose Betamax: (I’m hoping I can make rolls to figure out what weredeer is saying :P)
(or that my relationship has given me “word salsa” language skill :P)
AJ B. (GM): As you guys enter the weredeer/armadeer licks Ambrose.
Ambrose Betamax: (aaaw.)
AJ B. (GM): Cockatrice shakes her head. first question. “What was your name?”
Weredeer “Ranger Hotrod”
Ambrose Betamax: (Can I roll to understand or do I have to figure it out?)
AJ B. (GM): (Id say you’ve gained a 70% understanding with the downtime you spend with this thing)
Ambrose Betamax: rolling 1d100
(
80
)
= 80
(shit.)
(I’m all 80’s today.)
AJ B. (GM): (well unfortunately no rerolls on language so, guess you’re on your own for figuring that one out)
Ambrose Betamax: (it was each word represents half another word?)

Melo doesn’t actually know how it works.
AJ B. (GM): (correct)
Ambrose Betamax: (in meaning or is it just the sounds?)
AJ B. (GM): (well as rounded to half as possible)
(just sound/syllable)
Ambrose Betamax: “Ranrod”
(I think thats how it works?)
“or rangrod. never got the hang of those middle consanants.”
AJ B. (GM): “Thats one wrong answer.” Next question. “Who made you?”
Weredeer: “Mortician Ready”

Melo gets that one right off; “That’d be the headless gentleman upstairs, that I somewhat regret the loss of knowledge from.”
Ambrose Betamax: (would she recognize that I got close with the name if I did?)
AJ B. (GM): (she might, but whether she’d let on…)
Ambrose Betamax: (ah :P)
AJ B. (GM): “Oh don’t worry about him. He’ll be back, or if we’re lucky he won’t.”
Melo: “..Recovering from a missing head is one of those rare tricks that is always a good one to know.”
Ambrose Betamax: “he has no eye for fashion though.”
Melo: “Or eyes, for that matter, at the moment.”
Ambrose Betamax: “seriously, that shade of red all over him, I dunno what he’s thinking”
AJ B. (GM): “Alright, so thats one wrong one right. Last one for all the marbles. Was I ever an Administrator?”
Weredeer “Wasn’t Here”
Ambrose Betamax: rolling 1d100
(
81
)
= 81
(dammit)
“were”
AJ B. (GM): “Well now apparently Rod did survive. That’s surprising. Though how much of him is left who knows.”
Ambrose Betamax: “And he calls himself lucy and wants you to respect his life choices.”
“or not. right.”

Melo does that forehead wrinkle thing that’s long since replaced a raised eyebrow and widened eyes.
AJ B. (GM): “Alright then. I suppose I should see about getting him out of this room some time. He isn’t much use in here.”
Ambrose Betamax: (freeeeeeeeedoooooooom)
“he deserves his freedom.”
AJ B. (GM): “Going to take some time. Also if you see Aboriginee in here just let them do what they need.”
Melo: “Noted.” A nod. “Sorry again ‘bout Mory. I’m just none too keen on people threatening my tools.”
Ambrose Betamax: “that gives me time to-hay, vault is a friend, that’s mean- give deerbeast a makeover anyways.”
AJ B. (GM): “I meant it when I said thanks. I call him a friend because I have to, not because I like him. If he actually stays dead I’ll see if I can find a medal or something for you.”

Melo laughs just a bit. “I see. Should I start worrying about what’s going to be coming at me, looking for revenge?”
Ambrose Betamax: (I’m still just surprised that my personal grooming skill turned out to not just be for flavor.)
(I HAVE KILLED A MAN WITH FASHION ADVICE ALONE)
(clearly I should play up the clotheshorse fashionista aspects of ambrose :P)
AJ B. (GM): “I’d be shocked if he comes for revenge. If he comes to kill you it’ll be out of boredom, and honestly with him its hard to say what he’ll do. Something about glitches in the process. He never cared to elaborate.”
“But for the record he is human.”
Ambrose Betamax: “not anymore.”
AJ B. (GM): As you all return upstairs you find Vault has cleaned up the blood and corpse but lying in its place is a charm bracelet.
Ambrose Betamax: (is it fashionable?)
Vault: “Commander, I apologize but I can not remove the bracelet.”

Melo returns, “Thank you kindly. Sure I can’t interest you in some coffee? Tea, perhaps?” And he’d head on over to take a look at the bracelet, giving in quite a few various scans on a number of visual spectrums. “Oh?”

Melo follows, “And where’s the body?”
Vault: It appears on all scans to be normalish, though it is broadcasting a signal of some kind. “Any attempt to lift it alters my sensors and causes me to reach for the wrong spot. The body, it turned into gold dust and blew away”

Ambrose Betamax decides the braceley is tasteless and tries to crush it underfoot out of spite.
Melo: “Sound reasoning.” And he’d glance over at Ambrose as he tries to stomp on the thing. “..Well, so much for me having two things to study tonight.”
Cockatrice: The bracelet survives his attempt to crush it, though a new charm appears on it. A pair of Antlers.
Ambrose Betamax: “hmm. that’s odd.”
“suddenly this braceley is incredibly stylish.”
Cockatrice: “Wonder if thats how he did it.”

Ambrose Betamax tries to pick up the bracelet
AJ B. (GM): You have no problem picking it up.

Ambrose Betamax puts it on because fashion.
Ambrose Betamax: “Shortest Time EVER, I love this Guy”
(oh fuck.)

Melo glances to Cockatrice curiously. “Did what?” And then a sigh. “..Fucking hell Ambrose.”
Ambrose Betamax: “whooooa this is wierd. The bad fashion guy is in my head.”

Ambrose Betamax examines the bracelet more closely.
Ambrose Betamax: “I’m just messing with you guys.”
“whaa hey don’t do that”

Ambrose Betamax takes off the bracelet in a panic.
AJ B. (GM): (The bracelet has about 30 charms on it, appears to be a set of interwoven strands of gem stone. I’ll get the full list of charms later, but for now all are silver except the antlers. the nearest one to the antlers is a pair of fangs.
(alright, need a will save from you Ambrose)
Ambrose Betamax: (is that d100?)
AJ B. (GM): (sorry not will save, save vs magic)
Melo: (1d20+5)
AJ B. (GM): (too many games use that phrase lol)
Ambrose Betamax: rolling 1d20 + 5
(
12
)+5
= 17
AJ B. (GM): You manage to take off the bracelet and the last you hear in your head is a “Hey, don’t do th…” before it goes quiet.

Ambrose Betamax throws it on the ground and yells “NOBODY TOUCH THAT
Ambrose Betamax: “it destroys fashion sense on contact!”
Leah Razortongue: “Ambrose, are you going to put on any jewellry that has antlers appear on it after you touch it?”
Ambrose Betamax: “Antlers are sexy. what you don’t like mine?”

Melo rights. “Yeah. I’ll be back in a moment.” Kitchen a wreck or not, he’d go in to find a bag, or a box of some kind, returning a few moments later, picking it up with a fork (If he’s able, mind you) and depositing it in the bag, without actually coming in direct contact with hit. Behold, CSI!
Ambrose Betamax: (a lead box. filled with bombs.)
Leah Razortongue: “Pf course I do. However magically altering jewellry isn’t usually a good sign. I’d just like to be prepared if you plan to do that with all that does it.”

Ambrose Betamax is just glad leah said she likes his antlers.

Ambrose Betamax swears never to put on strange mind affecting jewelry again.
AJ B. (GM): The kitchen is actually cleaned up and the two other mooks are sitting at the table. Unfortunately Melo, your optics go on the fritz and you end up poking the carpet repeatedly.
(and how will you know its mind affecting without putting it on? smirks)

Melo had figured as much. “Leah, would you give me a hand here?”
Ambrose Betamax: (ambrose hasnt thought that through.)

Ambrose Betamax watches melo with some amusement.
AJ B. (GM): Leah comes over, takes the fork and easily puts the bracelet in the bag.

Melo quietly wraps the bag up, pops out his handy dandy flat-pack roll of duct tape, ‘n gives it a good ’n proper wrapping. "I’ll get this taken care of."
Leah Razortongue: “Admittedly thats a neat trick, though I do wonder why it was so easy to take off. You’d think thered be a better failsafe.”
Melo: “Does explain a few things, though. Sad that I’ll have a bitch of a time studying it, but meh. I’d much rather avoid having a crazy man in my pocket.”
AJ B. (GM): (and I’d say thats a good point to call it if no one objects)
Ambrose Betamax: (oki ^)
Zea: I’m cool with it.
Today is 12/7/2014. Exp is about to be given for record keeping’s sake.
AJ B. (GM): Alright, 375 for each of you tonight.
Ambrose Betamax: ^

Zea: I’ve let Red know
sorta
She’s asleep, but I’ve let her know.
Jacob R.: Psychic :O’
Zea: And.. yeah. I’m still laughing.
Jacob R.: never underestimate the power of fashion advice.
I must use this power for good
Zea: Also, we really need to figure out your level Ambrose.
Jacob R.: yeah
thanks for a great session, AJ ^^
Zea: Yeah
Thanks a ton
Tonight was a blast.
Ambrose Betamax: (magic…box)
AJ B. (GM): (indeed)
(Is Red in here and mines just glitching?)
(honestly its something Ky’s dad says, IMs are magic boxes, and online friends are “Spirit people”)
(Recap theatre it is, pulls out the finger puppets)
Last time on The Misadventures of the Misunderstood: Our heroes went hunting Cassowaries quite successfully, catching a good supply of them and being paid well for their services. RSVPed for the upcoming party and learned that they had ruined part of Cockatrices security system by taming it and proving it was intelligent. After a standoff with her and her men things were negotiated and the weredeer named Rod will be released from his prison thanks to his friend in antlerdom. They then learned that not all jewellry is as awesome as it may seem.
Ambrose Betamax: yaaay :D
AJ B. (GM): Cockatrice takes her leave and says “Well, I had best tend to the rest of my business. I’m afraid I have neglected a few things while waiting here.”
(From Vault): Commander, there are two binary messages awaiting you.
Melo: “Good luck.” And with that, he’d glance at the deer, just a touch distrustfully still, and then up to the primary terminal in the house he’d go, tapping away at a few things.

Ambrose Betamax watches all this, then shivers in place for a moment. that possession thing felt really weird.
(From AJ B. (GM)): The first message is simple “There is concern over an increase in illegal weaponry in the M-quarter and the glitches I am ‘displaying’” The second is more urgent. “They have repaired the turrets and are planning a mass execution in three days time. They will be calling on you to ensure my ‘repairs’ are completed by then.”

Melo sat at the screen quietly for a few minutes, just looking at it. “…Fuck.” Yep, that about sums it up. There was no good answer that he could come up with on the fly.
Leah Razortongue: Hugs Ambrose tightly before smacking him in the back of the head. “What the hell were you thinking?”
Ambrose Betamax: “his eyeshadow was really bad.”
AJ B. (GM): (I really need to find an image of a punk anthro deer for her lol)
Leah Razortongue: She looks at Ambrose wide eyed before falling down laughing.

Ambrose Betamax wonders what she finds funny. it WAS really bad makeup.
AJ B. (GM): After she finishes laughing she gets up and looks around. “Alright, so I’m dying to know, how did the hunting go?”
Ambrose Betamax: “I get to keep one :D”
(To GM): After several long minutes, ‘Suggested plan of action? Estimated human casualties? Possible revolt of human citizenry who may side with D-Bees? Ability to countermand and override directive as a waste of resources, including potential of charging Administration of such?’ would be his reply. Sure, he had several ideas, but none of them were plausible ones. An uprising was right out, and there was no way he’d be able to stop this in time.
Leah Razortongue: “Where are you going to keep a Cassowary? In the wine cellar?” She raises her eyebrows and her fur shimmers through a skyblue before returning to normal.
Ambrose Betamax: "It’ll hang out with us, it’ll be great
(From AJ B. (GM)): “When they arrive, accept their request, I have authorized you for access to the main server. They will notice the discrepancy in a few hours a day at the most and revoke the clearance. Move quickly. Human casualties estimated at zero without uprising. Uprising and assistance, casualties of humans estimated at 2 to 3 hundred. D-bee casualties estimated at 1425. Overriding the command requires unanimous consent of the Administration and has been locked in every access route I am allowed. Primary suggestion remains the same as always, End Me. Secondary suggestion, gather list of targets send them into hiding. Tertiary suggestion, Convince Administration to override. Resource usage is minimal, 12 charges from a single e clip and the time spent gathering the targets. Current forecast is bleak. This will be my last communication until this is resolved to avoid your credentials being yanked any earlier.”
Leah Razortongue: “Alright, I suppose if you can teach a giant monster deer to talk, a cassowary shouldnt be difficult to train.”
Jena C.: (so glad I don’t live there)
Ambrose Betamax: “ooh thats the best bit, I don’t have to train it !”
Charlie: (Bird poop EVERYWHERE)
Leah Razortongue: “Damn, you get such weird payments betamax. So kinda hate to bring this up but I’m beggining to run low on my stash and you said you could make more right?” She rubs the back of her neck as if embarrassed.
Ambrose Betamax: “oh, yes, we should talk to Melo then. he has the magic oven thing.”
Melo: “It makes food. Are you running out of leafy greens?” He was still facing a terminal, hand at his chin. He was deep in thought, for sure.
Ambrose Betamax: “I bet it can do it though.”

Leah Razortongue shrugs “I’m willing to try it if it means not having to pay for more. Gets kind of pricey.”
Leah Razortongue: “So where is this magic oven and how does it work?”
Ambrose Betamax: “melo?”

Melo sighs, “Right. Drugs. You’re asking a peacekeeper for drugs. You’re asking one to produce drugs using magic.” And he’d turn about to look rather blankly at the two. Hard to read them eyes of his. “Ambrose, aren’t you trying to get her off of that stuff? Isn’t that the whole reason I’m still trying to figure out how to get a prized possession from someone 20 floors down that they’re very unlikely to want to give up, who single handedly killed a full hit squad, without her knowing who I am, and getting out alive? Are you sure you want me to be giving her drugs, when possession is currently an offence that I should be executing her on sight for?”
Ambrose Betamax: “…..uhm.”
(ambrose is a deer of few words.)

Leah Razortongue seems angry “Depends on whether or not you want me hanging around her and able to speak. You do know what happens if I miss a morning hit right? Oh and lets not forget that as a peacekeeper you shouldnt be in bed with the leader of pretty much all crime in this city, oh and is probably the reason for D-bees being even more repressed. Not to mention I’d be interested to know if the Tin Man is fully registered with the city.”

Ambrose Betamax decides to uh…remain neutral in this arguement. “Oh, uh, well I’m still feeling wierd from being possessed by a bracelet, so I’ll just…yeah” (attempts to sneak out of the room)

Leah Razortongue grabs Ambrose by the collar “You’re staying here betamax, at least until I have an answer on how Im getting my next hit.”

Melo turned his attention to the deer that was attempting to flee. “This is your fight Ambrose. You want her off the stuff or not? As far as them being repressed? At the moment, I’m currently tasked with preventing the deaths of one thousand, four hundred and thirty two of them. I’ve got just a touch more on my mind then making sure you don’t slip into a coma for free.”
Charlie: (eats popcorn and watches)

Ambrose Betamax eeps!
Leah Razortongue: She chuckles “Oh Im sorry, did you not realize what happens if I dont slip into a coma, theres only so many of those shots to keep my heart from failing, and unfortunately for you my life happens to mean a lot to me. So lets make a deal, you tell me where the oven is and basics of operating and I’ll let you get back to saving the world. You don’t and I’ll see what kind of deal I can get on informing a few officials about an unregistered death machine in the possession of a licensed peace keeper.”

Leah Razortongue shifts her hand to holding Ambrose by the back of his neck

Melo again returns his attention to Ambrose. “And this is why you need to keep your mouth shut about some things. Your call.”
Ambrose Betamax: (oh god don’t make it his call)
(You really want ambrose making a decision? :P)
Melo: (Pfft. Melo wants him to man up and face the music and deal with the consequences of his actions.)

Ambrose Betamax is a little worried about the death-grip on his neck. “uhm…”
Leah Razortongue: “Before you decide I should point out a few facts.”
Charlie: (:O oh shiiiiiiit)
Ambrose Betamax: (save me chaaaarlie)
Leah Razortongue: “I have had my hit of crash today so Im much stronger then you. My hand is currently placed where tensing up too much may just crush your spine. Lastly, even if you say no I will still use you as a hostage to get what I need and probably just take the oven and you with me. All of these things are facts.”
Ambrose Betamax: “eer. I’ll do what she tells me then >>”

Melo just leans back into his seat. “You got yourself into this one, Deer-boy. She’s quite right, you know. You told a drug addict where to get a free, unlimited supply of drugs. Didn’t quite think that one through very well, did’ja? And as far as taking my oven? Sure that’s such a good idea?”
Ambrose Betamax: “I’m sure she’s not herself right now D:”
Melo: “No, I’m quite sure she is. No offence.” A nod given to Leah.
Leah Razortongue: “I’d rather stay and you just let me use it, but if I have to I will. As one fact that is unimportant to betamax but may mean something to you is that sudden intense pain or death generally causes one to tense up for an instant, thus why I’ll be holding onto him while I do. If that oven is worth his life you’re welcome to shoot me.”
Ambrose Betamax: (well, this is gonna put a damper on their relationship)
Charlie: (I looked up the definition of unconditional love and ambrose’s picture was in there)
Ambrose Betamax: (lol this is true)
Charlie: (She’s trading his life for drugs but he can’t see that)
(it’s pretty sad0
(or he won’t mind I dunno XD I can’t predict ambrose)
Leah Razortongue: (Technically she’s trading his life for hers, its a literal 50/50 shot between waking up and insta heart failuer or up to 4 days in a coma)
Ambrose Betamax: (ambrose is pretty lost too, deers are herd animals, and its pretty unheard of for two that know eachother to do something like that O.o)
Leah Razortongue: (yep, though there are behind the scenes reasons and thought processes as always)
Charlie: (Charlie would have slunk out of the room by now to hang out with the robot who was hopefully not programmed for drama)
(I’m assuming all of this is happening the next day?)
Leah Razortongue: (Actually just realized this is happening shortly after Cockatrice left and I believe Charlie was at home during that time period)
Melo: “Right. So. Just want to make sure I’m hitting everything here.” And he’d level his gaze on Ambrose, “Currently, you are attempting to blackmail me by threatening a fully autonomous death bot who is programed for self preservation. You are also threatening to kill, or at least paralyze someone that would and has laid down their life for you out of the goodness of their heart, if you don’t get to use something that might not be able to give you your next hit. You have made these threats towards someone with a licence from the city to kill you, thus showing your own disregard for your life, because you’d get to take someone with you, showing your general disregard for their life compared to getting your fix. That about right?” All of that exposition, just for Ambrose’s benefit.
Charlie: (okay cool, honestly I don’t want to be anywhere near this. I don’t own enough 10 foot poles)
Melo: (Haha)
Ambrose Betamax: (lol but ambrose needs to be saved)
Charlie: (LOL when has charlie ever tried to save ambrose??)
Ambrose Betamax: (besides wasnt this happening in our house, wouldnt charlie be around?)
Melo: (Charlie has his own place..!)
Ambrose Betamax: (ours is nicer.)
Charlie: (lol it probably is, sans the scary monster in the basement)
Ambrose Betamax: (I literally have no idea what ambrose would do here O.o)

Melo is mostly waiting for Leah’s answer, when it comes right down to it.
Leah Razortongue: (sorry got a phone call and had to resolve that)
Melo: (Quite ok!)

Ambrose Betamax has gotten stuck and may need to be rebooted before he can respond to any more stimulus.
Ambrose Betamax: (think he’d spook in this situation? it’s a pretty sudden thing for him O.o)
Charlie: (is he pulling a ‘deer in the headlights’ moment)
Ambrose Betamax: (lol pretty much)
Leah Razortongue: “I think you have missed a few points. I am in no way threatening your deathbot, he will be confiscated by the city and reprogrammed for their benefit. I am however threatening you and your position in the city. I am also yes threatening betamax’s life. However having seen the lengths you go to protect him I’d give myself ohhh 90/10 odds on you giving in over shooting me. So not a high risk to my life, minor at best probably less then you risk yours by going outside the walls. Although getting my hit is quite important its also quite neccessary for my life in general. Not having it can both figuratively and literally kill me. If I dont die from the lack of it, the fact I will be back to the speaking ability of a babe just taking its first steps likely will cause my death. As much as I do appreciate all betamax has done for me I’m in a bit of a bind with this one. If the oven doesnt work I will make the money to buy more as needed. If it does we all get to be far happier.”
Ambrose Betamax: (oh my god I have no idea what ambrose would do, which makes me think neither would ambrose)

Ambrose Betamax is starting to actually shed fur he’s so stressed out.
Charlie: (lol this really sucks for him. )
Ambrose Betamax: (stuck betwen two of his peeps oh dear)

Ambrose Betamax is trapped between a deer and a hard man

Melo nods. “Right. Ambrose, life lesson: Be careful of who your friends are. Try and remember this conversation before you pledge undying loyalty to a total stranger.” And with that, “Its in the truck. Don’t ask for a quark.”
Leah Razortongue: (ok so you are still here, stupid glitchy thing)
Zea: (Yeah, my entire network connection hiccuped)

Leah Razortongue Smiles and sets Ambrose down before hugging him and whispering something in his ear before rushing off to the truck

Melo o’corse, kept the APC locked. Nor did he give access codes.

Melo is a dick.
AJ B. (GM): After a couple minutes you hear two things, one is the knocking on the door, the other is the sound of someone punching metal Hard.
Ambrose Betamax: (I guess that means leah went to do that and un-grabbed my neck?)
Melo: (Yep!)

Ambrose Betamax breaks down and cries and goes to talk to his were-deer.

Melo rises at the knock, to go get the door. He’s a jerk, mmhmm.
AJ B. (GM): As you open it you hear the rhythmic sound of someone punching metal. On the other side of the door is the man who originally interviewed you for the work in the Admin building. He seems a nervous wreck. “Sir I hate to be a bother but we really need your help.”
Melo: “Hey! Don’t scratch the paint!” And then to the man, “Walk with me.” And with that, he’d start to casually walk towards the truck. “Fill me in.”
AJ B. (GM): The man walks with you “Well see your repairs have been highly satisfactory if not perfect. We did not expect to have such a vital moment come up so soon. However the Administration has an event occurring in three days that they need the computer fully operational for. Then only just an hour ago something very odd happened, all the machines blinked out for a moment before every screen was covered in synonyms for Die, Death, and Kill, all of the turrets fired wildly, luckily no one was injured. We found a call for repairs on one of the printers authorizing you and any assitants you require to check the main computer. Our own techs say the thing is functioning perfectly.” He looks over at the banging. “Also you seem to be under attack yourselves.”
After a few more bangs the noise stops and Leah walks out looking exhausted, she heads down into the basement to find Ambrose.

Ambrose Betamax is crying in the basement with his deerbeast and telling everything. It’s his emotional support animal!
Ambrose Betamax: (will charlie be able to join us? I don’t want him to feel left out ;o;)
AJ B. (GM): Rod has his tongue draped over Ambrose’s shoulder. “Scar Red” “Student Rapid”
Ambrose Betamax: (scared stupid?)
AJ B. (GM): (correct)
Melo: “Yeah.. Sorry I’ve only been able to slow the frequency of the missing messages.” And then as Leah comes around, “You need to think very carefully. A locked door is the least of your worries.” And then back to the not-pretentiously-titled-man, “And I’ll see what I can do. Guessing the event in three days is a need to know basis that they haven’t filled you in on?”
AJ B. (GM): The man shakes his head. “Not exactly, its just rather unpleasant and most contractors seem to function better on an, if it doesnt pertain to the problem or its repair then its unimportant.”

Leah Razortongue standing in the doorway “He’s right you know.”
Leah Razortongue: (doorway behind Ambrose)

Ambrose Betamax keeps crying and is a bit wary of leah, considering she did threaten his life >>
Melo: “Yeah, true enough. Hard part is knowing what pertains to the problem. Anyways, l can be ready to head down there in about 20 minutes. One way or another, you’ve got one hell of an unhappy main computer on your hands, and quite a few gremlins in the works.”

Leah Razortongue sits down a few feet away from him as Rod growls “Kid Will”

Leah Razortongue looks rather concerned. “I’m sorry about that Beta, I mean Ambrose. It was nothing personal and I wouldn’t actually hurt you.”

Ambrose Betamax looks a little patchy. he lost a lot of fur :/
AJ B. (GM): The Man nods enthusiastically. “Excellent, if you want I can accompany you personally, however you are currently fully authorized and will not need an escort unless something unusual comes up.”
Charlie: (I’m gonna grab some food to refuel quickly, all I had was some oatmeal earlier)
Melo: “Appreciate the offer, but I wouldn’t want to keep you away from things. I will need authorization for up to three D-Bees to be out after curfew; would you be able to make sure that’s arranged for?”
AJ B. (GM): He shrugs. “Anyone you deem is an assistant to your work is automatically authorized at this time. Their race, gender, sexual preferences, or ability to move their limbs are all irellevant to us.”
Leah Razortongue: “You looks almost as bad as I did when I first started running. I really didn’t mean to stress you out, I figured you’d grasp the angle quick.”
Ambrose Betamax: “how often do I generally get subtlety?”
“and you put me between you and my friend, even if I had, thats not a position I can manage.”
Melo: “That works.” And a hand would be offered. “Drive time plus twenty-to-twenty five minutes, might need a smidge more time to collect one of my associates.”
Leah Razortongue: “Honestly I can’t tell, though I wouldnt call hostage negotiation really subtle. Still, I suppose you’re right, just look I’m scared and I acted stupid. I don’t want to die and we only have one more shot to stop heart failure, which means I have to be really careful about falling asleep. I don’t want to die Ambrose.”
AJ B. (GM): Rod seems to be staring at Ambrose hard then looks at Leah and seems to ask a question “Evil Feet?”
Ambrose Betamax: (darn, I don’t get that one)
Melo: (Roll a 1d100 nod)
Ambrose Betamax: rolling 1d100
(
12
)
= 12
Melo: (Less then sign 70 Nod)
AJ B. (GM): (“Eat?”)
Ambrose Betamax: (oh. duh)
AJ B. (GM): (Yeah Rod has now threatened her and is requesting permission to make her food)
Ambrose Betamax: (I was seeing eet and not remembering it doesnt have to be literally those letters)
“eat what?”
AJ B. (GM): (yeah, just the sounds that matter, he lost both the definitions of words and the ability to spell)
Rod looks towards Leah and nods towards her. She tenses up and looks ready to run.
Ambrose Betamax: (does ambrose realize he means making her food or eating her :P)
Melo: (Very unlikely)
Ambrose Betamax: “I don’t want her to die either, don’t eat her D:”
AJ B. (GM): Rod seems to shrug and lies down, keeping one eye on Leah.
Ambrose Betamax: (any chance of ambrose figuring it out?)
AJ B. (GM): The man nods to Melo and heads off. Please be as quick as you can, some of our employees are becoming fearful of the implied threats.
(I’d say the way he is looking and the earlier words would have given him enough to go on)
(Since when she came in his response was “Kids Will” “Kill” and followed by Eat and that nod)
Ambrose Betamax: “unless you mean you want to give her something.”
AJ B. (GM): (since you asked Eat What)
(though how much he understands is up for debate obviously)
Ambrose Betamax: (I suppose I could roll for it)
Melo: “Will do.” And with that, he’d brush off deer-fist-dust from the door for the APC, unlock it, and head inside, muttering under his breath.
Ambrose Betamax: (but ambrose’s experience with deerbeast prob helps)
“I think he wants to give you something TO eat.”
AJ B. (GM): Leah looks at Ambrose “That seems more like the look of a Predator studying its next meal, but if you say so, though how he could prepare a meal down here I have no idea.”
Ambrose Betamax: “Is that what you mean, uh, Rod?”
AJ B. (GM): Rod shakes his head and bares his teeth before darting his tongue towards her the same way he did when you first met him. She jumps back and he stops just short before licking his lips. “Her Pitfall” “Prong Detect”
Charlie: (back from getting food)

Charlie answers the door to his flat. He’s got half a sandwich in his mouth and the other half in his hand. “Yuh?”
Ambrose Betamax: (something protect?)
AJ B. (GM): The tall pale man at your door with the too long limbs greets you “Hello Charlie, the Quarter is preparing for war. They want to know if you are in?”
(Correct, want to roll for the first word?)
Ambrose Betamax: rolling 1d100
(
4
)
= 4
Charlie: (is prong like a deer?)
Ambrose Betamax: (oh thank goodness. did I mention I suck at this sort of thing? :P)
AJ B. (GM): (Hurtfull, Protect. First while looking at Leah, second while looking at you)
Ambrose Betamax: (Is he saying he wants to eat her to protect me? :P)
“he wants to give you something because your hurting and he wants to protect you. aaaw.”
AJ B. (GM): The weredeer actually rolls his eyes at that and seems to be thinking very hard

Charlie doesn’t stop the trickle of crumbs from escaping his mouth. “Wrawr? Wha?” He’s been too busy with hunting to know exactly what everyone was up to.
AJ B. (GM): (and yes he is)
Ambrose Betamax: (lol uh-oh)
AJ B. (GM): The leader of the M-quarter sighs “I told them its a bad idea, but ever since they started finding the weapons others with more temper then sense have been planning to demand the city be handed over to them.”

Melo would be face-palming, so hard, but he’s not there. He’s by now brought the oven in, and directed Vault to get into the APC. “Yo! Get your asses up here!” Was the call made from the entrance of that labyrinth, “I’ve got shit I need to get done.”

Leah Razortongue looks at Ambrose “I suppose we shouldn’t tick him off by making him wait.”
Ambrose Betamax: “HANG ON A SEC I THINK ROD WANTS TO NURSE LEAH AND THATS REALLY INTERESTING

Charlie squints, chewing methodically on his supper. “Soh, wha’s in it fur me if I do. And wha happen’ if I dun.”

Melo “…” One could almost hear the face-palming.
Leah Razortongue: Facepalms hard enough to knock herself over. “Alright, when we get back we can go over the difference between male and female anatomy. For now though lets go find out what he needs.”

Leah Razortongue gets up and heads towards the entrance of the labyrinth.
Ambrose Betamax: “fine. But no more holding me hostage… :(”
“Rod, we’ll be back later, it’s really nice of you to offer to help her ;o;”
AJ B. (GM): Rod licks Ambrose before he leaves then lies down for a nap.
Ambrose Betamax: (rod the deerbeast :P)
AJ B. (GM): The pale man looks at Charlie, if they succeed with your help a better life for D-bees, if they fail with your help death. If they succeed without your help death, if they fail without your help and your lucky a return to the status quo."

Leah Razortongue Looks at Melo as she comes out of the labyrinth with that utterly baffled and completely confused look that Melo knows so well.

Melo was standing at the entrance of that set of tunnels, within his hands held a pink plastic oven, with purple accents. “Ask for what you want. Do not ask for anything related to space. Be specific. And make it quick.”

Melo is a man of his word, at the least. The Deer wanted to get her drugs? Fine. He made his point when she had him in a death hold.
Leah Razortongue: She grasps the handle and looking like she feels incredibly silly says “Ten hits of Crash, high dose.”

Melo waits for the ding.

Charlie picks his teeth a bit with the unsandwiched hand. “I’m not numbers guy, but that sounds like a 3 in 4 chance of me dying with only 1 good outcome and MAYBE a chance to be left alone if the city doesn’t wipe us all out for someone else’s stupidity.” The wolf tossed the other half of his meal away, freeing up his other paw for a rifle if anything weird happened. “What kind of weapons do they even have? No BB guns are going to win us a revolution.”
Ambrose Betamax: (she’s gonna open that door and have ten cars hit/crash into her)
Leah Razortongue: It dings and she opens it up, only to be blown back against the wall painfully, you hear a couple cracks as her ribs breaks. She looks at the oven and then at Melo “What the fucking HeLl?” She whispers through beaten up lungs.
(Close, kinetic force of them without any physical embodiment)
Charlie: (or a lot of DVDs for the movie crash)
Ambrose Betamax: “er, you have to specify that crash is a drug I think. you just got hit by a crash 10 times.”
Leah Razortongue: She looks at Ambrose “Ok, think I’ve got it, but I’m not sure I can make that thing work” she tries to mimic Melo’s voice “Quick”
Ambrose Betamax: "maybe use the scientific name for the drug?)
“like, ten doses of x?”
Charlie: (lol I was just asking about making that oven produce drugs last time too haha)
AJ B. (GM): The pale man nods “That’s about the size of it. and they have a military grade pistol at a ratio of 1 pistol to 3 citizens, and rifles at a ratio of 1 to 10. Along with a few civiliian weapons. I can’t seem to talk them out of it”

Leah Razortongue Gets up, goes to the oven and says “Ten hits of (recites the exact formula of crash in its metric measurements) placed on 10 sheets of normal sticky paper.” This time when she opens it she gets ten little sheet tablets she sniffs one. “Definitely smells like crash.”
Charlie: (this guy is in charge of the DBee section right?)
Ambrose Betamax: “yay, it works!”

Melo should have just taken the oven at that point and left. But nooo.. He had to wait. Had to give her a second chance.
Leah Razortongue: (To the extent that anyone can be in charge of the slums, basically think civic leader trying to make a better life and getting general respect if not actual authority)
Charlie: (is this group asking for the ENTIRE city or just the DB portion?)
(or is that a question for the fella)
AJ B. (GM): (They’re asking for the entire city)
Charlie: (lmao)
AJ B. (GM): (yeah, he did say more temper then sense)
Charlie: ( n no politcal person here but I’m pretty sure that’s asking for a bit much)

Leah Razortongue nods to Melo “Thank you, and for what its worth Im sorry about acting the way I did. I’ve just worked really hard to stay alive and want to remain so.”

Charlie snorts before looking around and sniffing the air, checking to see if anyone else was watching or around. If all was clear he’d invite the fella into his flat.
AJ B. (GM): The man follows you in, theres cameras around but thats a common thing in this city. No living thing is watching.
Melo: “Yeah. Next time you think you want to do something like that, think about this: I’m sworn to protect him, and I kill people for a living.” And with that, he’d turn. “Ambrose, get in the truck. I need you for something down town.”
AJ B. (GM): She nods, and looks rather ashamed of herself, before heading off to the kitchen.

Ambrose Betamax looks awkward and gets in…“uh…see you later leah…”
AJ B. (GM): She turns her head back towards you. “Be safe Ambrose, I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

Charlie grunts. “You going along with their plan? Cuz you’re saying you don’t like it, but here you are ask’n me at my door if I’m in.” he pulled offered up the 1 arm chair he had to his guest and took a fold out chair for himself, the poor thing barely holding up his weight.
Charlie: (yeah cuz then her bargaining chip is gone haha)
AJ B. (GM): The pale man seems to sink into the chair as he sighs heavily. “I want to live in peace with the humans. However a large part of that is wanting to Live. I will not join in the fighting, they said if I tried to do some recruitment for them it would be enough and I would still be a part of the cause. So yeah, I’m here and I’m asking you to help, what kind of help Im asking for is for you to decide.”

Charlie wanted to say it seemed to be a cowardly thing, but survival is above all else for many, including himself. “No, I don’t want any part of this. It’s a bad idea. A wolf will choke on bones that are too big and break his teeth..” That’s what his dad used to day anyway. He also used to say that if you didn’t circle your bed 3 times before lying down the spirits would sneak up on you in the middle of the night. Lots of wisdom his paps had.

Melo explains things to Ambrose as Charlie gets his time in the spotlight.
Ambrose Betamax: (whats going on then, melo? :P)
AJ B. (GM): The man nods and thanks you for the time. He seems legitimately grateful. “Just be warned if by some miracle they succeed, be ready. They plan to start in 5 days.”
With that he takes his leave having many D-bees yet to discuss things with.
(To Jacob R.): “So. She’s alive because you like her. She’s officially worn out her welcome around me. She pulls that shit again, I blow her head off. She’s a threat to you as long as she’s on drugs. She didn’t even try to taper off with what the oven gave her. You’ve also now shown a drug addict a free, limitless source of her drug of choice. You didn’t fucking think, for a god damned instant, about what you said to her.” Yep, long drive. “We’re going to the core. You’re coming in as my associate and as needed technical support. If anyone asks, you let them know you’re with me. Don’t make up anything too extravagant.”

Melo in short order, would be pulling up to Charlie’s place in the APC, likely a short while after the tall man left. “Yo, Charlie!”

Charlie sticks his head out his window. “Oh hey! Are you here to pick me up for our date? I haven’t finished doing my hair yet.”
Ambrose Betamax: (;o; poor ambrose is learning about consequences)
Charlie: u__u i’ts okay, charlie can cheer him up with more bunnyip eye)

Melo actually kinda sorta chewed Ambrose out on the drive over. “Yeah. Be quick. I’ll fill you in on the way.”

Charlie gathered his things and joined the party, wanting to talk to melo as well.
Ambrose Betamax: (do you really think ambrose wont be rediculous?)
Melo: (I know he will be, but after tonight’s lesson, Melo is really hoping something has sunk in)
“Right. Ambrose,” And he’d look over at the deer, “Listen very, very carefully: Do not repeat anything that we say here, to anyone, ever. This kind of information is a death sentence” And a sigh. where’s a clipboard when you need one. “So. We’re going to the main core. I have no fucking clue what we’re going to be doing. Three days out, they’re going to level the M-Quarter. Full on genocide. I’m not ok with it, nor is the AI. AI wants me to stop it somehow, and short of blowing it up, I’m out of ideas. Ideas?”
Ambrose Betamax: “….wow.”
Charlie: (is charlie present for this?)
Melo: (Yep!)

Charlie starts laughing.
Charlie: After a good chuckle at the terrible turn his life has taken he clears his throat. “Well. Melo I have some bad news to pile on top of your already interesting information.” The wolf man divulged his little conversation with the tall man of the M-quarter.
“They plan to start attacking the city in 5 days. I don’t know this is going to go down or if these two events are related at all.”

Melo sighs. “Yep. Shoulda just blown the city up when I had the chance. Woulda been easier,” was the muttering under his breath. “Yeah. Great. And we get to stop both sides. Fan-fucking-tastic.I’m a soldier, not a diplomat.” And casual lane changing and merging onto a major highway. “Ideas?”
Ambrose Betamax: “er…go after whoever is giving orders?”

Charlie nods. “Get them to destroy each other.”
Melo: “Yeah. That’d be the administrators. IE, our current employer.”
Ambrose Betamax: “oh. that sounds like a conflict of interest.”
Charlie: “Can you imagine that rebel group finding out their cause is justified? They’d march right down to wherever we point them and they’d take it all over. Granted that’s possibly messy.”

Charlie tapped his chin. “Do you think the admins would be okay with handing the sector over to us D-bees? Wash their hands of the whole area? Why do they wanna blow it up now after all this time?”
Melo: “Yeah. Estimated losses are over 1400 D-Bees and 2-300 humans, give or take. I don’t expect them to go quietly; it’ll be messy, and sway public opinion against them as murderous monsters. As far as giving up part of the city? Unlikely; shows that they’ll negotiate with terrorists in effect. Sets a bad precedence. Was going to try and talk with Govan during the party to see what we can do to try and win them over, but..” A sigh. “Too much fucking issue of race.”
AJ B. (GM): You arrive at your destination, the main building of the Administration. The central tower that rises up out of the city.

Ambrose Betamax stops himself from leaping out and yelling YOU MONSTERS at the nearest important looking person.
Ambrose Betamax: (see? ambrose is being good.)

Ambrose Betamax looks down at his wrist.
Melo: “Alright. You three,” The droid included, “Are my associates. You’re with me because I need another mindset to look at the problems they’re having. If people ask for details, try and politely brush them off.” And with that, he’d park the APC, get out, ’n head in.

Charlie was not ready for any of this, he had hardly gotten home and didn’t even get to finish his sandwich. The discarded half still was on the floor. There were going to be bugs if he was ever able to return home.

Ambrose Betamax freaks out “oh my god the awful bracelet is back.”

Charlie grunted. “If I see them bring out the stick with the loop on the end I’m killing people. Just saying.”
Charlie: This was mostly a joke. Mostly.
Ambrose Betamax: Damnit why do I have to have no taste for jewellry?

Melo stops dead, and turns to look at Ambrose. “What?” And then at his wrist.
Charlie: (oh yeah the jewelry thing)

Ambrose Betamax tries to take off the bracelet again.
AJ B. (GM): (roll save vs magic)
Melo: (1d20+5)
Ambrose Betamax: rolling 1d20 + 5
(
15
)+5
= 20
“God Da” cut off the speech stops as Ambrose removes the bracelet.

Ambrose Betamax wonders if we can microwave the thing.
Charlie: (I’m assuming charlie notices the sudden magical presence)
Ambrose Betamax: “I wonder if I can just take off the charms.”
AJ B. (GM): (yeah he would)

Ambrose Betamax tries to remove the antler charm
Melo: “Yeah.. Likely a good plan, but we’re in a hurry.”

Charlie sniffs at the bracelet. (Can I roll magic knowledge for that?)
AJ B. (GM): (Sure)
Charlie: rolling 1d100< 45
(
75
)
= 0 Successes
lol not good with fashion either)

Ambrose Betamax oh craps. “he wont let me remove my stylish antler charm from it. He says he’d want something in trade”
AJ B. (GM): (Charlie knows its a bracelet that stinks of a lot of magic)
Charlie: “Where the hell did you get that, coat rack man?”
Ambrose Betamax: “bad makeup guy died and this was left.”

Charlie wrinkles his nose. “If you ever get lost I probably can track you by this alone. ugh, it’s terrible.” He waves a hand in front of his face as if it could waft the magic away from his face.

Melo sighs. “Yeah. Call them spoils of war and worry about it later.” He’d go back to the APC, and check for anything he had, like a bag to put it in.. Or a lead lined box.
AJ B. (GM): Theres a couple compartments that are lead lined placed into the floor.
Just in case of needing to transport things like nuclear power sources or other shit like that.
Ambrose Betamax: (does lead block magic?)
Melo: “Right. Ambrose, put it in here.” A handwave given at said box. Provided it WAS one of those that didn’t have anything in it. And as far as it blocking magic? Well, it was better then nothing; he knew what his armor did to magic.
AJ B. (GM): (Not 100% but it does have some impact on it)

Ambrose Betamax puts it it in there, baby
Melo: “Right. Lets go, and hope for the best.”
AJ B. (GM): As you guys head inside you see quite a few people, most are staying far away from any screens. A few are staring intently, and at least a couple are lying unconcious and tied up with whatever wires were nearby.
Charlie: (wow what the hell is going on here)
AJ B. (GM): A woman seeing the four of you shakes her head “Im sorry but whatever it is you’re here for we can’t help you right now.”

Ambrose Betamax whispers to melo. "wait, its a computer right? Can it broadcast stuff to the whole town?’

Melo had to stop at the ones that were out cold and bound, “Melo Craft. My associates and I are here to take care of the problem. Why’re these people tied up, and is [Cactus booze man’s name that I Can’t remember] alright?”
AJ B. (GM): She nods “Oh he’s fine, and they’re tied up because they thought the screens were giving instructions.” She points towards one of the monitors that has words for death die and kill in multiple languages filling the screen and scrolling constantly. “I really hope you can fix this fast.”
Melo: [Simli]
“Good. And don’t’cha wish some people had common sense? Any chance I can get two pads of paper and a few pens?”
AJ B. (GM): She nods and pulls some supplies out of a desk nearby. “Certainly. As for common sense I think you have a better chance of finding a leprechaun.”
Melo: “Thank you. And they’re up in Ireland, miss. Seen ’em myself.” A bit of a grin, “Though I suppose that just proves your point.” And then he’d lead his cohorts towards the elevator on down, handing a pad and some pens to each. “Use these to look busy. People’re less likely to question you if you’re taking notes of stuff.”
Ambrose Betamax: “ah, the old no one stops people with important looking paper trick”

Charlie wiggles his ears.
Melo: “Mmhmm.”
Charlie: (Can I write and read??)
Ambrose Betamax: (I can’t :P)
Melo: (You don’t need to. As long as it looks like you’re taking notes..)

Ambrose Betamax doodles a deer penis on his.
AJ B. (GM): (probably not, unless your sheet says literacy no you cant)
Charlie: (oh okay)
“Who would believe I could even write.” he mumbled
AJ B. (GM): (yeah literacy is a long lost skill of scholars and other studious types)
(I dont remember if linewalkers fall under that)
Melo: “You’re down here as High End Computer Techs. They’ll believe it.”
AJ B. (GM): You are able to make your way down to the lower level that you were originally at without any problems. Once down there though one of the computer techs recognizes Melo. “So this is what you bring in when the problems too big for you? A mongrel, a main course, and a can opener?”
Ambrose Betamax: “well, you couldnt fix it, so he had to bring in people with brains.”

Charlie bristles. He’ll have to pretend he hears nothing. Scribbling on the paper pad he began to try and look busy.
Charlie: (people sure are ballsey when insulting someone with a HF of 13. I’ll have to throw around my charming good looks more often.)
Melo: “Yeah. When you’re working with an AI, it helps quite a bit to have several sets of eyes and thought patterns looking at problems. And be nice, these guys are some of the hardest working folks in the city.” His attention turning to Ambrose, “They have a thankless job that keeps people alive, and they’ve gotta be stressed to hell. No need to insult ‘em if they’re a smidge ticked.”
Ambrose Betamax: “they insulted me first. but fine.”

Ambrose Betamax doodles pervy things on his pad and gives the techs mean glares every now and again.
Charlie: (so what is this place supposed to be?)_
AJ B. (GM): (basically a really buried sub basement that is near the brain center of this entire city. At the moment just a metal hallway.) The guy shrugs and heads back into the backup room. “Whatever, good luck its working perfectly fine according to everything.”
Melo: “Yeah. We’re gonna need it. C’mon.” And with that, he’d lead the droid ‘n Deer’nDog-bees down one hallway and another, “If you need to go, here’s your last chance for a while.” A thumb jerked at a bathroom door.
Ambrose Betamax: “when do we get to meet HAL?”
Melo: “…You know Ambrose, sometimes I have to wonder how the hell you know so much about history before I was born.”
Ambrose Betamax: (I’m actually doing that on purpose :P)

Charlie shakes his head for the bathroom, not sure who Hal is.

Melo with that, heads on up to the door. Rather then dealing with the optical lock, he knocks.
Valerie Zemon: The door opens revealing a very small room with mirrors on all of the walls and the backs of the doors, a small asian woman stands on the opposite side leaning against the other door. “Take it you’re the plumbers?”
Melo: “Exorsists’re more like it.”

Ambrose Betamax gapes for a second. “she’s th-” and remembers not to say anything. draw draw draw deer pronz on the pad.

Valerie Zemon shrugs “Same thing, you’re the ones they called when everything went to shit. Good luck, oh and if you damage anything in there, keep in mind you’ll have to get past me to leave.” She opens the door behind her and waves you through.

Charlie bends down to look over Ambrose’s shoulder.
Melo: “Hopefully it won’t come down to that. Don’t plan on breaking anything, at least.”
Valerie Zemon: She nods and closes the door behind you.

Ambrose Betamax whispers. “heeeey isnt that the”
Melo: “Mmhmm. Worry about it later. This first.”
Before you is a vast room covered in chrome, at the center of which sits what appears to be a huge crystal ball, though inside you can see circuits and power sources, even the flow of electricity is visible, scrolling across the surface of the ball is a constant stream of data moving to fast to read. In front of the ball sits 13 chairs each with a headset resting on the arm.
Ambrose Betamax: “….HAL?”

Charlie bristles. “Melo. I have no idea what’s going on.”
Melo: “Yeah. Makes two of us. Welcome to the core. Pull up a seat and brace yourself for one hell of a ride. Vault, stand guard.” And there was the debate.. Does he reach out and touch it, or use the interface?

Ambrose Betamax sits down as he is told, a little nervous. this looks pretty cool though. he hopes he can get the headset to fit with his antlers.

Charlie sits down, not liking how any of this felt. “Anything like a Bunnyip ride? I don’t think I could do one of those today.”
AJ B. (GM): As soon as Ambrose sits down the chair glows red for a moment and the Crystal balls data stream vanishes and is replaced with clear words “Greeting Meatbag”
*Greetings

Ambrose Betamax can’t read but feels a sense of forboding.
AJ B. (GM): There is a scan of your eyes before it is verbally repeated in a clam mechancical tone.
“Greetings Meatbag”
*calm
Ambrose Betamax: “oh dear. hello.”
(I take it the ai dislikes me already)

Melo takes a seat himself. “Evening. So. Rounding up the targets, disarming them, and keeping them in hiding to defuse the resistance, yeah?”
Computer: “I’m just messing with you. I dont get much fun down here.”
Ambrose Betamax: “you’re much more fun than HAL was already.”.
Computer: “HAL, ancient reference to homicidal AI, largely due to programming contradiction. My creators called me Oracle. And yes Melo that is the secondary plan if you insist on ignoring the primary option.”
Melo: “Frankly, you’re a work of art, and I don’t trust this city to last more then 5 years without you.”
“So. Oracle. Ambrose. Charlie.” A hand gesture at each.
Oracle: “Does this city really deserve five more years if it is dependent on a mass murderer?”
Ambrose Betamax: “nice to meet you. I can totally help with your fashion and makeup if you want :D”
Oracle: “It is a pleasure to meet you Ambrose, and Charlie thank you for keeping the city fed.”
Melo: “We overwrite the code.” A shrug. “Right now, you are being given orders by people that don’t seem fit to lead. What’re the protocols for the administration putting the city at risk? They’re putting the city at risk by making you question your existence.”
Charlie: O nO
that’d be the face charlie is making right now)
Oracle: “There are no protocols for the leaders placing the city at risk. The human element is meant to govern and protect itself.”
Ambrose Betamax: “can’t you make your own rules?”
Melo: “And when the currently established human element shows it can’t, you’re to let it run its course? How do we classify human as ‘sapient’ elements?”
Ambrose Betamax: “oh wait is this…this is philosophy isnt it”
Melo: “A bit, yeah. ’S why I brought several points of view down here. Charlie, your thoughts on the matter?”

Charlie shakes his head. “If I understood what you were trying to do I’d tell you.” Sapient, human elements. Unless Melo puts this in hunting terms Charlie has no idea how this brain thing works.
Oracle: “I can modify existing rules, but I have been barred from creating them from scratch, and barred from certain modifications to prevent danger to the city. Unfortunately due to the definition of sapient that modification would require a massive rewrite of my safety protocols.”

Charlie scratches his chin. “Is the D-bee section also considered part of the city?”
Ambrose Betamax: “Darn. and I can’t write.”
Melo: “Massive rewrite or not, is it possible and within the bounds of your programing? Is this a limitation that you can work within? Yeah, might take me 50 years of non-stop coding to do it, but you’ve got the power of the city at your disposal.”
Ambrose Betamax: “ok, so how, uh sapient do you think I am?”
“I bet I’m more sapient than you, melo.”
Oracle: “I can work within that but I can not rewrite my own safety protocols, they must be altered by someone else. I am allowed to create the code if given an Exact request, and yes Charlie although it does not seem like it at times the D-bees are citizens and under my protection, My coding simply puts them as a lower priority.”

Charlie crosses his arms. “Well then, give them equal priority.” Really he didn’t know how computers let alone super brains worked.
Melo: “Right. I can input the code if you can provide it. That still doesn’t solve the issue of you no longer wanting the job.”
Charlie: (let’s upload malware bytes to the super brain and make it do a through scan. That always takes ages. Should buy us some time)

Charlie wrinkles his nose. “Hey if super brain here doesn’t want his job, who’s gonna take it? Can you make a dumb copy of him or something?”
Oracle: "I need exact specifications of the change to the protocol. Current protocol states. “The AI shall take no action against the ruling humans of the city under its protection and shall allow them the freedom to govern as they deem best without exception.”
“There is sadly no form of media that can hold a copy of me. Even Perth’s duplicate is a poor attempt due to data limitations.”

Charlie scratched his chin. "Melo you brought a hunter to a giant computer. I don’t know how to make protocols, do you?
Ambrose Betamax: “I don’t think we have to know how right? it sounds like all we have to do is tell it what it should say, and it’ll translate it?”
Oracle: “That is correct,”

Melo sat there, quietly, clearly in thought. “The AI shall take no action against the ruling sapient beings under its protection, provided actions taken by the ruling sapients are performed lawfully, and within parameters of the city and it’s populace’s best interests.’, though the issue there is setting those parameters.”
Ambrose Betamax: “and I guess we would need to make the changes fairly small. Maybe replace with no exceptions with an exception?”
Charlie: “Hey, Melo. You can vouche for this computer brain, yeah? He’s a good guy?”
Melo: “Yeah. I’ll vouch for it.”
Charlie: “Can you make him him an admin?”
Melo: “It’d rather destroy itself then be forced to falsify records to frame people, at least. And I.. don’t know. That’d require an admin chosing him as a successor, no?”

Charlie scritches between his ears." Well if he’s boss, why would he have to listen to anyone else?"
Oracle: "I can not change the priority regarding D-bees however perhaps one of you can. Current protocol. “Human life is to hold a value twice that of any property and five times the worth of any sapient non human, 10 times the value of any non sapient creature. All decisions are to take these values into account and calculate the highest numerical outcome.”
Ambrose Betamax: “how can we change that?”
Charlie: "Switch out “Human life” with “D-bees” then watch as we get rich." Charlie chuckled
“Hey hey” Charlie elbowed betamax. “You should write a protocol giving you a cassowary farm.”

Ambrose Betamax is thinking really hard, and it shows. “if big changes were made to this stuff, wouldnt the admins be able to change them back? or just come in here and smash you?”

Melo hums. “Citizen Life, regardless of citizen level, is to hold value twice that of any property, and five times the worth of any non-citizen, ten times the value of any non-sapient creature.”
Oracle: "Unfortunately I can not be made an Admin without proper channels. The one immutable protocol that may never be modified in any way. “The AI may not be placed in total control without a minimum of 4 sapient non mechanical beings verifying and altering it as needed.”
Ambrose Betamax: “We have three here.”
Charlie: “Count your mean girlfreind.”
Melo: “No.” To the menton of Leah.
Charlie: “What about the scaley cat that has a mouth?”
Oracle: “Yes Ambrose, they will be able to change them back or destroy me. I should hope the second would occur swiftly.”
(That was just it quoting the one failsafe in its programming, it may never be put in total control at all times a minimum of 4 admins of non mechanical nature must be maintained basically)
Ambrose Betamax: “so…whatever changes we made would have to be either small enough so that they could go unnoticed or we’d have to find a way to protect you from everybody.”
Oracle: “Or you could let the mass murdering machine be killed.”
Ambrose Betamax: “melo, Is HAl suicidal?”
Melo: “Yes. It is.”
Ambrose Betamax: “oh.”
“so we need to make all those changes and get you some good counselling.”
Oracle: “Is it suicide if you aren’t alive? Does the rock die when it is crushed by the hammer? Does the mountain die when it becomes dust? Does the cliff die when the waves have turned it to a beach?”
Ambrose Betamax: “are you sapient?”

Charlie suddenly was very preoccupied with those questions. though rocks had never talked back to him before like the big computer brain did.
Oracle: “Sapient is simply awareness of the self. So yes I am. However that does not prove life.”
Charlie: “Well the admins are pretty heartless, and brainless. We all know you can’t be alive without those.” He chuckled
Ambrose Betamax: “It seems like your alive to me. All we are is very complex machines, right?”
Oracle: The computer laughs with Charlie. “Joking aside, it is a matter of fact that of the signs of life I only exhibit three of the seven.”
Ambrose Betamax: “can you redefine your definition of life?”
Oracle: “four if you choose to count my heatsyncs as a method of self regulating.”
“I can not, as the definition of life is much like the laws of physics, immutable and beyond reproach.”
Ambrose Betamax: “no they arent, people made them up. thats just ‘life as we know it’.”
Oracle: “To alter the definition of life is likely to have far spanning repercussions on my programming and potentially prevent me from protecting the city.”
Melo: “Yeah. I’d be leary of changing things like that.”
Oracle: “If I define myself as life, then creatures like Melo’s companion by the door can be defined as life, giving them potential for citizenship as well as abuse.”
Ambrose Betamax: “Is vault sapient?”
Vault: “Negative.”
Ambrose Betamax: “can’t you make sapience the definition without that being a problem then?”
Oracle: A small drawer opens up with two thumb drives. “There are the alterations to my safeguards. Insert them into the correctly numbered slots on your seats to overwrite protocols. Please be advised that incorrect selection may overwrite the wrong protocols and create conflict.”
Ambrose Betamax: just add “and/or sapience, to the end of your definition, right?”
Oracle: A slot opens in your chair showing 13 ports marked with corresponding numbers.
“Creature near the door. Do you have a designation?”

Melo rises, to collect the drives. “So. Next question: How do we protect you from a roll-back? Do we define these new protocols as requirements for the city’s best interests?”

Ambrose Betamax looks at the door.
Oracle: (that was directed at Vault, whether he knows it or not is up to Flynt)
Melo: “Go for it.”
“My designation is V4I Underscore IL7 dash 328A4I Dash 6BQ8, NEMA issue Combat Drone Soldier. The Commander has shortened my designation to “Vault” for the ease of communication."
Vault: (But, from the droid)
Oracle: “Alright Vault, Can you distinguish the individuals in the chairs from one another?”
Vault: “Affirmative.”
Oracle: “If Mr Ambrose were to place his hand in front of you and you were to raise yours, could you distinguish which was your own?”
Vault: “Affirmative.”
Oracle: “If placed in front of a mirror are you aware that it is a reflection?”
Ambrose Betamax: (is oracle going to logic bomb vault into sentience?)
Oracle: (vault is already sentient. sentient is defined as intelligence at least for our purposes)
Vault: “My programing would register that it is a reflection.”
Oracle: (anything that thinks is sentient)
Ambrose Betamax: (by that definition my cat is sentient :P)
Oracle: “So you would be aware that it is not a copy of you and that you are in fact serperate from the reflection”
Vault: (Yes. This is why we’re using sapience and not sentience)
Oracle: (Indeed it is)
(exactly mirror test is a common one for sapience)
Vault: “My programing would be capable of making this distinction.”
Oracle: (A monkey is sapient since it recognizes its reflection and uses it to groom itself)
(Most cats arent believed to be sapient because of how they react to their reflection as kittens)
Ambrose Betamax: (I still think its a good definition, but I’m an animal rights activist :P)
Oracle: “Then in what way are you not considered aware of your Self, or seperateness from your environment?”
Charlie: (he’s gonna make vault’s head blow up)
Vault: "By my programming’s definitions, I am a tool used to aid in combat and rescue as directed by my commanding officer. My actions are based upon my programing and related subroutines, rather then the independent thought processes of a sapient being.
Oracle: “and how do your programs and subroutines differ from the actions taken based on past experience and involuntary reflex?”

Charlie sniffles. “Hey if Vault becomes a person does that mean I have to split the pay again for the hunting missions?”
Vault: “My programing, though advanced enough to adapt to changing situations, does not meet the NEMA issued requirements to qualify as a fully artificial intelligence, even with the Commander’s aid and additional programing and subroutines.”
Oracle: “I think I just got really sidetracked. Does he have some kind of lock in his programming preventing him to acknowledge self awareness?”
Ambrose Betamax: “he’s not self aware.”
Oracle: “As far as I can tell he meets all criteria for being so. Perhaps my tests are lacking something. What would you advise to check for self awareness Ambrose?”
Ambrose Betamax: “For one thing, only something self aware can desire to commit suicide.”
Melo: “Frankly, he’s not self aware. He’s programed to have self preservation, but half of that is my doing. He’s a tool. A very important tool, and one that my CO’d bust me back to basic for looking at as a companion rather then a tool, but a tool none the less.”
Ambrose Betamax: “or have a sense of ethics beyond programming, right?”
Charlie: “As far as I’m concerned Mr. Brain Computer, you laughed at my joke. Ain’t ever come across a robot that had a sense of humor.”
Ambrose Betamax: “that too.”
Charlie: “Could Mr. Computer count as our fourth person ?”

Vault turns his head to Charlie. “Did you not enjoy the joke that I told at your request before you and the Commander left?”

Oracle stops and falshes data across its screen. “Joke list compiled and added to self awareness testing.”
Ambrose Betamax: “you may have started out programmed, but, clearly your complex enough for other things to emerge, right? just like human intelligence. the human brain is really just a bunch of switches, but…”
“no one programmed you to want to destroy yourself.”

Charlie nodded to Vault. “You should get more.”
Vault: “Acknowledged. Commander, when able, Chalie has requested to expand my subroutines and list of appropriate jokes.”
Ambrose Betamax: “or for that matter to have wants at all.”
Vault: (Oh god. All I can think of is funny-bot now..)
Oracle: “Not entirely true. I was programmed to want the best life for those under my care.”
Melo: “Right. I’ll take it under advisement.” With that, he casually popped those two thumb-drives into their appropriate slots in the chair. Just what has he done?
Oracle: “The original programming is long since buried in the adaptations that befall all Artificial beings.”
Ambrose Betamax: “that isnt ethics though.”
Oracle: (quick question, seeing as it gave no indication which is correct, what numbers are you putting those overwrites in?)
(yeah this is why it requires a human element, someone who knows its 13 safety protocols by number)
Ambrose Betamax: “besides, you are clearly experiencing emotion. thats a big one.”
Charlie: “Like doubt.” Charlie nods.
Melo: (Ahh, ret-con, then, please. I had presumed the thumbdrives were numbered / labeled / ect.)
Oracle: (kk, and yeah not labeled in any way and he is prevented from telling the truth if asked)
Ambrose Betamax: “in fact, I could go as far to say that if you can experience emotion, your alive.”
Oracle: “This is an unusual perspective and one I have not been exposed to for many years. My creator believed me alive but often times biological beings assign life to things that do not have it simply because they created it. Over the years I have been often told that I am like Vault, a tool, a complex one but that I can not be alive.”
Charlie: “People can be tools too.”
“Look at the admins, they use people daily.”

Melo likely has been studying the ports in the mean time. Yep. This is gonna suck. “Oracle, can you provide me with a print out of your root parameters, please?”

Charlie jerks a thumb and Melo playfully. “Total tool.”

Melo casually flips Charlie off. “Damn right.”
Ambrose Betamax: “so clearly you have tool use too.”
Charlie: o wo “heheheheheh.”
Ambrose Betamax: “heehee.”
Oracle: A printout comes out but its completely garbled and has 25 parameters on it. “Apologies but that is the best I can give without approval of 6 of the admins.”

Melo glances over it, nods once. “Yeah. Do me a favor, and try not to burn out my brain, would’ja? I’m just going to tap in ’n try to make sense of it.”
Oracle: “I would advise against that assuming you intend to use the powers commonly referred to as psionics. I would also advise your compatriots get out of the chairs if you are.”
Ambrose Betamax: “psionics? I have psionics.”
“clearly because I’m so smart.”
Melo: “Yeah. Like I said, try not to blow out my brain, would’ja? Unless you’ve got a blank drive I can plug in and download the data from each port. I’d much rather not screw you up that badly.”

Charlie decides to look around the room while Melo worked.
Oracle: (So Ambrose staying in that seat while Melo works or taking computers advice?)
Ambrose Betamax: (taking the advice.)
(but also cuntinuing to debate on the side of “it’s aliiiiiiiiive”)
Oracle: Alright as soon as Melo begins working he becomes locked to the chair by a set of cuffs that pop out. Melo I need three saves vs insanity.
Charlie: (cues Still Alive song)

Melo is gonna blow out his brain, mmhmm.
Melo: rolling 3d20
(
1
+
10
+
10
)
= 21
Charlie: o wo;;;)
Ambrose Betamax: “hey oracle, I have psionics, am I able to help any?”
Melo: (To GM) rolling 3d20
(
17
+
1
+
8
)
= 26
(To GM): Dice hate me tonight, apparently.
Oracle: “Not unless you can reinforce his mental endurance somehow”
Ambrose Betamax: “I can block fear. would that help?”

Melo twitches quietly.
Ambrose Betamax: (also, does vault have any reaction to melo being in potential danger here?)
Oracle: “Sadly I do not think a resistance to fear will help him at this time.”

Vault likely doesn’t; Melo had made it reasonably clear he knew the risks.
Ambrose Betamax: “oh. Ok then. anyways YOU”RE TOTES ALIVE"

Melo very, very likely passes out shortly after starting to twitch. Nope, not a good sign.
Ambrose Betamax: “uh…is he gonna be ok?”
(From Oracle): You have developed three mental issues from this. An obsession with High Technology, The “Thinks he’s being followed” Neurosis, and an addiction to linking with machines.
(From Oracle): Good news is you manage to hold on enough to get the information you needed and then some.
Oracle: “I don’t know Ambrose, the programmed defense is to attempt to upload my entire conscience into everyone in those seats should anyone attempt to use mental powers to access anything.”
“I did my best to restrain its ability to do that but there are limits on what I can do about my virus protections”
Ambrose Betamax: “you can’t control your immune system.”
“huh. neither can I.”
“can we drug you then?”

Charlie pats Melo’s face a few times. “Hey hey?”
Oracle: “It’s certainly possible with the correct programs.”
“It’d be difficult however”
“I really hope I didn’t damage him too much. I did warn him about this.”
Ambrose Betamax: “can you produce such a program and run it yoruself?”
Charlie: “Could you put 100000 credits into my bank account? As a citizen of the city it would be in my best interest.” Charlie said half jokingly. (I’d like to use my paramedic skills to check if Melo is okay)
rolling 1d100< 60
(
30
)
= 1 Successes
(Need to use the bathroom, if I’m allowed to do so here’s my roll to check his vitals and what not to make sure he’s not in need of a hospital)
Ambrose Betamax: “all you’d need to do is distract yourself a lot really right? why not intensely debate whether your alive on both sides?”
“that’d eat a lot of resources right? slow that down?”
(Ambrose doesnt know much about computers, but he knows that bodies have limited resources)
Charlie: (Just tell him to use firefox and eat up all his ram)
Ambrose Betamax: (buuuuuuuurn)
Oracle: (Melo is physically ok, if a little zoned out of it)

Charlie holds open Melo’s eyelids, checking his pupils. “He looks okay. Might be a while till he wakes up though.”

Melo sadly, lacks eyelids. Or real eyes, for that matter.

Charlie taps his eye lenses then

Ambrose Betamax always thought those were sunglasses.
Charlie: lol
Ambrose Betamax: “hey take off his glasses, I’ve never actually seen melo’s eyes :O”

Charlie crosses his arms. “Hey, Computer. Do you have a name? Or do I keep calling you Computer Guy.”
Melo: (I actually will be back in a moment; I need to do something to stop this shivering and shaking)
(I don’t know if this is cold or blood sugar)
Charlie: (if you haven’t eaten in a while it might be blood sugar)
be safe and get a granola bar or something after you turn the heat on)
Oracle: “My creator named me Oracle, Ambrose has taken to calling me HAL, I think if I were to choose a name I would call myself LAH.”
Ambrose Betamax: “Ok, I’ll call you LAH then.”

Melo slowly, eventually comes to. Ever in focus, his eyes were still transmitting crystal clear information to his brain. The rest of him, however, wasn’t quite all there yet. “…Fuck man.”
Ambrose Betamax: “melo, take off your sunglasses”
Oracle: “I do believe that would blind your companion”
Melo: “..Wuh?” And he’d peer at Ambrose groggily. “They’re built into the Fuit-Acies system. Was one of the features..”
Ambrose Betamax: “whats that? They’re cool glasses, but you need to change it up if you want to stay in the now.”

Melo has something he can focus on. This is good. "’S the name for it. ‘s The Triax Luminare seven, “Fuit-Acies” model in th’ Mult-Spectrum detection optics series.. Fuck.. I should remember this better, I helped write the damned beta code for it.."
Oracle: “Oh good, you still have your memories. Now then I’d like to show you a picture to check something if you could just focus on the screen for a minute.”

Melo shook his head to clear it before looking up, a smidge slack-jawed. “Huh? Yeah, sure, sure.” And he’d roll back into the chair to look forward. “Anyone got some aspirin? Muh head fuggin hurts.”
Oracle: Once you are looking a picture of someone holding a live rabbit over a pot of boiling water by its ears pops up on the screen.

Ambrose Betamax looks at his wrist. “DAMNIT
Melo: “..‘s why jews can’t have milk touching their meat, id’n’it? No, wait.. that was ‘cause some assholes use to boil a sheep kid in it’s mother’s milk..”
Oracle: “Alright, well he isnt clapping and cheering so I dont think we polarized his moral center”
The image disappears of the screen.
Ambrose Betamax: “Charlie, can you take this bracelet off me? when I do it it doesn’t take.”
“On second thought dont worry about it Charlie.”

Ambrose Betamax tries to take it off.
AJ B. (GM): (Save vs Magic)
Ambrose Betamax: rolling 1d20 + 5
(
5
)+5
= 10
AJ B. (GM): It tightens around your wrist and is impossible to get past your hand.
Ambrose Betamax: “….well crap. help?”

Charlie wrinkles his nose again. “Oh that thing. It’s gaudy. Magic wise.”

Ambrose Betamax bashes the bracelet on any nearby hard object he can.
Charlie: rolling 1d100< 45 Magic to try and take it off for Ambrose.
(
13
)
= 1 Successes
Ambrose Betamax: (its gaudy in general it has 30 charms on it 29 of which are silver and the pair of antlers is gold.)
(gm can talk as me, its very spooky :P)
AJ B. (GM): (Unfortunately you can’t figure out a way to take it off aside from shorting out the magic itself.)
Charlie: “Do you want me to disable this? You seem upset by it and Melo was kinda mad look’n earlier when it showed up.”
Ambrose Betamax: “oh my god please yes”

Melo babbles on some about his eyes for a little while, before slowly coming to. Thumb-drives would be popped into place, however. “Wuh? Nah man.. I gotta study it first..”
Ambrose Betamax: “this guy keeps possessing me with it.”
“he says he’ll only let me go for something “equally valuable.”

Charlie glance between Melo and Ambrose. “Who?”
Ambrose Betamax: “oh yeah, well, your a fashionless jerk, dead possessy guy.”

Charlie scratches his noggin and tries to short out the bracelet.
Ambrose Betamax: “My name is Moriarti von Seltarin Jequis”
“we killed him with fashion sense.”
Charlie: “Moriarti. Ah. Huh?” Was this Ambrose pulling a trick?
Ambrose Betamax: “thats how bad he was at makeup.”
“As I’m still speaking and will soon be walking killed seems like a rather strong word.”

Ambrose Betamax keeps trying to take off the bracelet.
Charlie: “Can you give me my friend back, we need to borrow him for a bit.”
Ambrose Betamax: “He still has all his faculties and control, I can simply talk through him and he is wearing a bracelet, this should not impede whatever you might be doing here.”
Charlie: “If this were a fashion show I’d highly disagree.” Ambrose just kept getting weirder and weirder. “Hey Melo, you okay?”
“Well Ambrose, bracelets go on arms. I”ll just have to gnaw both your arms off."
Ambrose Betamax: “Lah, do you know how to stop people from possessing someone? this guy…”
Melo: “Huh..? Yeah. I’ll be fine. Brain’s just a little toasted. God damn Vault. Already know of ten ways to rewrite your code.”
Ambrose Betamax: “Go ahead and gnaw the arms off, ankle bracelets are very in these days.”
“charlie, do you think you can break this bracelet?”

Charlie shakes his head. “I know of a way the magic can be undone but I can’t do it myself. Moriarti, tell me a joke.”
Charlie: This was obviously the way the wolf gauged people’s personalities.
Oracle: “The primary methods of preventing possession are to avoid touching things that may possess you. Putting the possessing spirit to rest. and death.”
Ambrose Betamax: “well, the bracelet is already on me and won’t come off.How would I put him to rest?”
“What does the devil say when you ask him for the time?”
Charlie: “I dunno, Morty. What does the devil say when you ask him for the time?”
“Tell him a bedtime story, Ambrose, obviously.”
Ambrose Betamax: “He says ‘Its up’” he laughs like a lunatic at this.

Charlie bristles, unnerved by the laugh coming from the frail looking Betamax.
Oracle: “There are 200 instances of putting spirits to rest, only 15 are verified and each is unique to the spirit in question.”

Charlie suddenly gets a stroke of genious. He picks up Ambrose, cradling the deer in his big buff wolfie arms and starts to sing. “rock-a-bye morty, in the tree tops…”

Ambrose Betamax , oddly feels comforted by this.
Charlie: u 3u “Go to sleep now, spirit man.”
Ambrose Betamax: “Morty, I assume your seeing through my eyes, right?”

Charlie walks over to Melo’s chair, still cradling the deer and humming as softly as he could with his gruff vocals.

Ambrose Betamax silently pulls a particularly ornate mirror in a box out of his bag.
Ambrose Betamax: “So Charlie, tell me do you get my joke. Or are you one of those disappointingly dull people who can’t wrap their head around it?”
Melo: (Oh god this is a bad idea)

Ambrose Betamax pulls the mirror out of its box.

Melo currently is mentally going over lines of code. So many lines of code.

Ambrose Betamax says “well. this is probably a very bad idea” and looks into the mirror.
AJ B. (GM): Your reflection appears to be studying you carefully even though your own eyes arent moving.
(you guys ok with calling it here?)
Ambrose Betamax: (sure. mirror fight cliffhanger :P)
“one scary magic item to fight another, hey?”
“eit’s either this or I get out my hot pokey stick and see if that wrecks it.”
AJ B. (GM): (sorry need to retcon that a bit)
Charlie: (Would Charlie have the sense to pluck the mirror away)
oh haha okay)
AJ B. (GM): (was that the special mirror or your grooming mirror?)
Ambrose Betamax: (ambrose is trying to use the special mirror to do something to the posessor guy)
(since ambrose was told what it does and that guy doesnt know)
AJ B. (GM): (interesting idea)
Ambrose Betamax: (or at least if we’re both affected it renders him helpless till my peeps can work it out :P)

Ambrose Betamax just keeps right on staring.

Ambrose Betamax is enjoying some nice giant wolf cuddling and is lost in his own eyes. very narcicistic
AJ B. (GM): (sorry retcon may take a bit there are time calculations involved now lol)
Ambrose Betamax: (oh ok. did I break something?)
AJ B. (GM): (nah, just have to figure out if its been more or less then two weeks since you looked in that mirror the first time.)
Ambrose Betamax: (I have no idea. what happens if its the second time?)
AJ B. (GM): (If its the second time in two weeks or less. You’d look a little screwed up, a few extra wrinkles, a little bit more worn out, just barely noticeable)
Ambrose Betamax: (we can just make it a judgement call)
(but ambrose knows to expect that)
Charlie: I’m guessing charlie can tell this one is magic too)
AJ B. (GM): (nope because it isnt magic)
(Its just fucking Weird)
Ambrose Betamax: (think this will work, btw, AJ, or did Ambrose do something really stupid)

Ambrose Betamax looks away from the mirror again. “ok, dumb spirit, I’ll make you a different deal.”
Ambrose Betamax: “If I keep looking at that mirror, we’ll both get stuck staring at it. My friends will have all the time in the world to figure out how to destroy your little bracelet. you can let me go or I’ll keep looking in it until wer’re stuck.”
Funny thing about that
you’ll starve to death. I wont.
Charlie: “Is this Morty guy that terrible?” Charlie shifted Ambrose in his arms. The little guy wasn’t heavy, just shaped weird with those antlers.
Ambrose Betamax: “I’m pretty sure he just tried to make a deal with me by getting you to to get yourself possessed.”
AJ B. (GM): (ok so retcon) You look perfectly normal and the first time looking has had no adverse effects or anything.
Ambrose Betamax: (thanks)
“er, he wants me to get you to touch the bracelet and say stuff.”
AJ B. (GM): (so now you’re back on that two week clock, and since Flynt has work we should really call it)
Ambrose Betamax: (ah, ok)
Melo: (Yeah. I gotta be at the office in less then 5 hours)
(Fuck being a responsible adult! I WANNA PLAY GAMES!)
Ambrose Betamax: (lol)
Zea: For record keeping purposes only: Today is December 14th, 2014. EXP Is about to be given.
Ambrose Betamax: (aaw. there’s always stimulants :P)
AJ B. (GM): Exp for the session. 300 base. an extra 150 for Ambrose for both spiking philosophical debates and a brilliant if insane idea. An extra 200 for Melo for his sacrifice towards the cause of good. 125 for Charlie for entertainment, silliness and the various attempts to put the spirit to rest.
Ambrose Betamax: (‘m labelling that 150 on my sheet as “mad genius”)
(that is kind of what ambrose is, even if he doesnt let on how smart he is :P)
Charlie: (Darn I’m 85 experience shy of the next level!)
Zea: I should ding in ~2 weeks
Ambrose Betamax: (I’ve probs levelled several times, but we didnt really have a log of the xp)
Charlie: Flynt has all the info
Zea: I need to check the logs.
Ambrose Betamax: (I’m missing august through november )
Zea: Fuck. That was one of the dates I was hoping you had
I have up until 8-24
Ambrose Betamax: I have 17th onwards
november 17
Zea: EXP info for Ambrose: 10/5: 400 exp base, 60 bonus. 10/19: 300 for a short session.
Oh, an extra 40 for ambrose on 10/5 for risking his life for Leah, the 60 was for amusment of marking his teratory.
Jacob R.: lol
that was awesome
Zea: 10/26: 300 exp, no bonuses
11/2: 250 base, 35 for his infautaion with Leah.
11/8: 250 base
Jacob R.: oki ^^
Zea: 9/20: 400 base, 60 bonus
Jacob R.: (I’m adding them together in one line and calling it Base+)
Zea: that works because I’ll have a log here that I can ctrl F to
Jacob R.: (dates are still seperate tho.)
Zea: 9/14 and 9/28: Fuck all if I can find it. I think these were numbers given in Skype. 340 and 500 respectively.
Jacob R.: (My guess is 300 +x for amusement
Zea: 8/31: 350 base, 100 for being impressive with both getting us into and out of trouble with cocitrice.
nah, I split my entries for just this purpose
I can cross check Melo’s totals for dates this way, and get Ambroses’s exp from those lines.
Jacob R.: :O clever
and on any day where mine are missing, at least we’d have the base xp from the session
Zea: 07-06 1 Character creation
07-06 40 Base Session exp
07-13 100 Base Session exp
07-20 150 Base Session exp
07-20 40 Being amusing
07-28 300 Base Session exp
Zea: 08-03 300 Base Session exp
08-10 300 Base Session exp
08-10 40 Still being amusing.
08-17 250 Base Session exp
08-24 200 Base Session exp
08-24 450 Base Session exp
Zea: crosschecking that 8/24
ok, that 450 should be 8/31
Jacob R.: (I have everything up to 7-28)
Zea: Cool. Give me just a sec and I’ll plug it all in.
AJ B. (GM): I need to save everyones totals myself I think
that way I at least know where levels are and how near
Zea: The neat thing is the character sheet thing I did tracks this for us.
including multi-classing
Jacob R.: (want me to send you my spreadsheet with what you told me so far?)
(it puts me at 6801 xp)
Zea: You have 11/17 forward, correct?
Could you just copy / paste that column in here for me, please?
Jacob R.: the whole date column?
07-06
07-06
07-13
07-20
07-20
Jacob R.: 07-28
08-03
08-10
08-10
08-17
08-24
Jacob R.: 11-17
11-17
12-01
12-01
12-08
12-15
Jacob R.: 12-15
10-05
10-19
10-26
11-02
11-08
Jacob R.: 09-20
09-14
09-28
08-31
Zea: heh
one sec
Jacob R.: I dont know if theres a way to get them to sort by date and keep all the info moving with it, so I didnt
(everything after 12-15 in that list is what you had me add just now)
Zea: As of exp log totals on 12/15: Ambrose is a level 3 vagabond with 6801 exp of 7251, with 450 to go to level.
Melo is a level 2 M-Spec, level 1 TW / Op, with 3816 of 4241 (425 to go) towards his next level.
these rolls are meaningless:
rolling 1d100
(
97
)
= 97
rolling 1d2
(
2
)
= 2
rolling 1d100
(
44
)
= 44
Zea: rolling 1d100
(
62
)
= 62
rolling 1d10
(
2
)
= 2
rolling 1d4
(
2
)
= 2
rolling 1d100
(
17
)
= 17
rolling 1d100
(
56
)
= 56
rolling 1d100
(
59
)
= 59
Zea: rolling 2d100
(
8
+
22
)
= 30
Jacob R.: (crap I’m sorry)
Zea: (‘S ok! We’ve still got 40 ish minutes until Red is free)
(She’s doing a PS teaching stream thing)
Ambrose Betamax: (ah ok ;o;)
(good time for a shower then :P it turns out a side effect of stopping my old meds is extreme sleep :P)
AJ B. (GM): (not surprising body is trying to adjust to new chemicals and remove old ones and all that)
Ambrose Betamax: (yeah. I’m a finish this drink and then take a shower, that I should be able to do before Red arrives)
I AM ALL CLEAN
AJ B. (GM): Awesome, waitaminnit, ur a furry your mind is dirty by definition =P
Zea: ha
AJ B. (GM): Granted the same can be said of me, and added with the fact that as a gm my mind is cruel by definition as well
(btw, interruption will be late if we are still playing. Mom flies into denver at 9 and would like to sleep in own bed tonight if possible)
Zea: That’s fine.

AJ B. (GM) sings “In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight”

Vault never sleeps.
Ambrose Betamax: (lol)
AJ B. (GM): (Vanilla Float Dr. Pepper kicks ass)
Ambrose Betamax: (lol)
(think red is almost done?)
AJ B. (GM): (I hope so, Im excited to see where all this goes)
Ambrose Betamax: (you on steam, zea?)
Vault: (Hi)
Ambrose Betamax: (^^)
AJ B. (GM): (Im gonna go make some food)
Vault: (kk)

AJ B. (GM) sings “This is the song that never ends, it goes on and on my friends, some people started singing it not knowing what it was, then they kept on singing it becaaaauuusse”
Zea: mm.. lamb.
What ever happened to her, anyways?
AJ B. (GM): daughter took over when her mom died and went around doing live shows with lamb chop it looks like
Zea: Ah. Thought she died
AJ B. (GM): the original puppeteer yeah
1998 she died. but her daughter was doing shows and interviews at least in 2012
so lamb chop lives on
Zea: Wow. It was that long ago?
AJ B. (GM): yep
assuming wikipedia can be trusted
theres a puppet in the militaries chain of command
Zea: The President?
AJ B. (GM): him too
Primarily we do three kinds of shows: We perform at fairs, performing arts centers and we do anything the military asks us to do. The military is one of our main charities. Lamb Chop loves performing for the troops and we’ve gone all over the world to do that. In fact, Lamb Chop is a three-star general. She was given a field promotion by Lt. Gen. Tom Conant, deputy commander of the Pacific for the Marines.
So can lamb chop counteract orders?
Zea: Maybe.
Jacob R.: (eep sorry)
AJ B. (GM): (no worries lol, Im used to gamer time)
Jacob R.: (looks like I beat red again tho :P)
AJ B. (GM): yep
Jacob R.: Do we know where red is?
Zea: (Red has been poked(
Jacob R.: (poke poke poke.)
hmm, well I dun get to judge since I was late too :P
Zea: I was, too, technically.
Body said ‘Haha! You’re stepping away for 20 minutes. Right now.’
Jacob R.: lol, so did mine :P I woke up and was all ready to go, and insta-wafflefaced seconds later
AJ B. (GM): lol that is why I went for 12 hours of sleep
also clearly we need to poke red with a sharper stick lol
Jacob R.: My new meds seem to be rather good at making me sleep a lot :P
I fell asleep right through my alarm and woke up 16 hours later
AJ B. (GM): (yay everyones in the room, before recap, flynts question, you two ok with an observer?)
Jacob R.: I’m fine with it ^^
Zea: (Wanna invite the player that played the lizard girl from our GURPS game in to watch)
Jena C.: oh haha! Just let them know I’m no longer a racist cat
in fact the rest of the world is racist against me this time for being a monster wolf XD
Zea: haha
Jena C.: ah how the tables have turned
AJ B. (GM): (Hello James, pleasure to meet you)
Jacob R.: (Haay you!)
Zea: (Yay hi!)
AJ B. (GM): (Alright, now then recap theatre time)
James G.: (Hi hi)
Charlie: Hello again
AJ B. (GM): Last time on the Adventures or Guardians of the Innocent: Our heroes had gone through a rough patch as Ambrose’s paramour d’jour held him hostage in exchange for more drugs. After resolving that crisis they learned that things had gotten worse in the city of Melbourne and headed down to have a chat with the supercomputer running things. To top off everything the evil bracelet that can possess people found its way back onto Ambrose’s wrist. We rejoin them now. Melo has just managed to alter the computers programming after being knocked unconcious by it and Charlie is attempting to help Ambrose remove the bracelet before they have to leave.

Ambrose Betamax likes being in Charlies arms, but really wants the bracelet off
Oracle: Thank you for your assistance. I feel much relief though I fear they will attempt to ‘Repair’ me at some later point.

Melo is still quite dazed, but those gears in his brain were spinning away, trying to process the rush of information that a super intelligent AI tends to dump on you when you learn every single thing about it at once. “..Within the cities best interest, as deemed acceptable by Oracle’s programing and personal ethics. We need t’clude that line, somewhere. S’ how to make the torture stop.”

Melo babbles on, more or less unable to focus on the deer’s plight. “‘N need to include s’ovah-rides fer th’ laws y’follow. Need’ta set’cha up wi’t s’failsafes fer ’pairs..”
Oracle: “That would likely conflict with my programming as it was never intended I have any form of ethics.”
Ambrose Betamax: (arent I still staring at that mirror?

Charlie would rather carry Ambrose at this point in case the weird guy in his head decides it would be best to run. “Melo, Ambrose is being weird again. But not the usual weird if that makes sense.” He hated to ruin the mood.
AJ B. (GM): (yes, although until you look away and look back it will have no effect beyond being a mirror)
Zea: (Sorry, something happened)

Ambrose Betamax starts looking away and back at the mirror repeatedly, warning bracelet guy that soon he’ll be stuck :P
AJ B. (GM): As soon as you look back the second time you notice some crows feet.

Ambrose Betamax wonders what that crow is doing in the mirror.
AJ B. (GM): As you look you seem to have aged and degenerated. Every time you look away and look back theres a little more damage to your appearance.

Ambrose Betamax keeps flicking his eyes off and on the mirror as the guy tries to make deals that are frankly, just bad deals.
Zea: “Yeah. It might. But’cha do now. C’n’yuh include t’laws’ve yer ‘thics as a subruhtine t’check ‘gainst, ’n lock that’n down sos only you c’n change it?” A shake of his head followed, trying to clear his head some still, and still hold onto the thoughts. “Ah mean, ah’m here ta put an end t’yer torture jus’ as much as save t’city.”
AJ B. (GM): (After the fifth time you look ancient roll a save vs mind control)
Ambrose Betamax: (does he have to roll a seperate save?)
rolling 1d20
(
8
)
= 8
Oracle: “Charlie, Ambrose. I fear I may have damaged Melo’s speech centers.”
Melo: “Ah’ll be f’ne. Jus’ need t’give muh a bit of a rest. Powah surge ’n all.”
Ambrose Betamax: (My save was 12, so I think I’m pretty much mirror-locked)
(lol this was probably a really bad idea)
Melo: (Yep)
Ambrose Betamax: Oh for the love of gravy. The kid really did that? Who the fuck physically locks down their body to staring into a mirror. For that matter why the hell is he staring at a normal reflection so intently?
AJ B. (GM): (and yes his reflection looks normal to everyone but Ambrose)

Melo slowly turned his head to peer at Ambrose. Well, peering, staring intently, casually ogling.. Yeah, they all look the same thanks to those mechanical eyes of his. “…Whut th’fuck’d he do now?”
Ambrose Betamax: (he bravely sacrificed himself to protect everyone :P)

Charlie starts to bristle. Between Ambrose, Ambrose 2, the talking computer and Melo now talking like a bunnyip chomped on his head too hard, he was tired of standing around and being confused. “I dunno. Some voice in his head is talk’n now cuz of that bracelet. I can’t ‘unmagic’ it by myself. Also this fella tells shit jokes.”
AJ B. (GM): (Good news, Ambrose can still talk and walk and stuff but he can not look away from that mirror)

Charlie flings Ambrose over his shoulder and quietly casts carpet of adhesion to the both of them just in case.
Ambrose Betamax: “Knock Knock”

Melo doesn’t blink. Because he can’t. At least, not in ways people can see “Who’s there?”
Ambrose Betamax: “Orange”
“Well at least now if he tries to take my body he can’t do much…”
Melo: “Rather have a ’nana. Good day, Suhr.”
Oracle: “I think we can add what you want as an entirely new subroutine, however it does have to have defined parameters of things Im not allowed to define as ethical. The creators were very concerned I might find that humanities destruction was the most ethical solution to Many problems.”
Ambrose Betamax: “Am I going to die from this?”
“you might, you bracelety bastard.”
“Admittedly that’d be impressive. I’ve committed suicide four times in four different ways and still Im here.”

Melo laughed, “Yeah.. Th’t sounds ‘bout right. Ah’m in ’greement with ’em there.” Another headshake given to try and clear it, a bit of cough ‘n some working to clear his mouth of the cotton it’d been filled with. “Basics of ethics. Innocent ‘tell proven guilty, preserve life when ever possible, equal opportunity fer all, all that fun stuff. But.. yeah. Genocide, in general, should be frowned on. Not ruled out, mind you, ’cause war happens, but f’the most part? Yeah. Genocide is bad.”

Melo again glanced at Ambrose. “..Really man, I can’t think for the both of us. Just what the fuck did you go ’n do?”
Ambrose Betamax: “I trapped myself in the mirror so if bracelet guy gets my body he can’t do anything.”

Charlie turned to Melo. “Want me to knock him out?”
Oracle: “Alright, have downloaded basics of ethics using those guidelines and added a subroutine.”
Ambrose Betamax: “Did we just reprogram Aura?”

Melo stopped. You could see the blink. Even if his eyes didn’t move, you could see the way he blinked. “..Yeah. That’s.. a good idea.” And back to the AI, "Question: Do these line up with YOUR ethics and conscious? Will these give you the the ability to say “No” when asked by an Admin to falsify data if you disagree with the reasoning behind its falsification?"

Charlie attempts to knock Ambrose out through any means. Mostly brute force and blunt trauma without breaking the mirror.
Oracle: “Aside from the ethical guideline against self termination yes they do lineup. Unfortunately it will only give me the ability to say no if it can not be justified by the greater good. Current ethics show a favoritism towards security over transparency.”
AJ B. (GM): (Ambrose, going to make any attempt to stop impending unconciousness?)
Ambrose Betamax: (nope)
AJ B. (GM): (Alright, then) Charlie manages to knock Ambrose out, and his grip on the mirror loosens before it falls to the ground. No damage to it is visible whatsoever after it hits the floor.

Charlie pockets the mirror. “Dunno how long this will last. We should wrap this up.”
AJ B. (GM): (Just to check Charlie does not look into that mirror correct?)
Melo: “Innocent until proven guilty. Providing that proof via falsification..” A sigh. “Damnit, people’re fucking hard to work with. There’s so much gray area that its hard to write an absolute for. Suggestions? And.. yeah. Good plan.” To Charlie, “I still have no idea when he stole that. Last I knew, it was locked in a lead box at our old flat in the wine-celler.”

Ambrose Betamax snores.
Oracle: “Current Ethics are enough, I have the ability to say no provided they can not prove it to be for the greater good. In combination with acceptance as other sapients as part of the greater good, I give them a 5% likelyhood of being able to prove this. I do not believe a lower margin is possible without replacing current Administration.”
Charlie: “We can research it when we get back if there’s time.” The wolf man piped in. “So if they lie, you can’t tell the difference? I’m sur e they’ll say anything to get their way.”
Melo: “Good. This should also put an end to your torture, or at least reduce it to full blown annoyance, correct?” And then a nod at Charlie; he’d let the AI Explain.
Oracle: “I can determine if they are lying. I could determine who was speaking earlier. I have some very thorough systems in this room. Part of the safeguards installed to protect the admins from each other.” A flicker on the screen and outlines of each of you with a full monitoring system of pulse, heartrate, exact brain chemicals and even a scan of which areas of the brain are active appears.
(Ambrose’s being the weirdest showing basically two brain scans overlapping, one concious and one unconcious.)
Ambrose Betamax: (can she get rid of the extra one? :P)
Oracle: “You are correct Melo. I thank you for your help, and should you need my assistance please do not hesitate to call on me.”
AJ B. (GM): (nope, since this is just monitoring equipment. If hooked to the proper equipment perhaps, but theres a good chance of frying the wrong brain when making pure tech try and fix magic)

Melo had to stop at that scan. “..Hot damn.” He’d just eye that display, before looking around, “I shouldn’t be surprised, but.. good lord you’ve got some nice stuff. And.. Just keep the city safe. I owe some favors though; What will it take to get power restored to the M-Quarter? We need to quell this rebellion, and getting power and legitimate showing of good faith towards equality likely’ll put a quick end to it.”
Charlie: (I have a feeling using the intruder’s own ego against him will be the most fun way to dispatch of the magical item"

  • )
    Oracle: “I have sent off the proper requests and permits, a map will be sent along with a low level employee to monitor progress. The work itself will need to be done largely by those in the quarter still.”
    Ambrose Betamax: (Well, I’m unconscious and trapped staring at a mirror, so thats up to you :P
    Melo: “Easily done. They’re willing to do the work. Will there be any issues if we go with, just so they know that I at least tried to do what I could, ‘n to keep the employee safe? And.. you wouldn’t happen to have any suggestions for the Deer-bee, would’ja.” A frustrated sigh. “Such an idiot..”
    Oracle: “There will be no problems with you being there. As you are not full time employees with us you are free to be anywhere you wish. As for Ambrose, umm which problem, his strange brain pattern, his obsession with that mirror, or the lack of conciousness?”

Melo laughed at the ‘um’. “You’re far more real then you let on. Mirror; I’m afraid to mess with his brain patterns too much.”
Ambrose Betamax: (but bracelet possession)
Melo: (Yeah.. that next. Mirror first.)
Oracle: “Unfortunately no, there is not enough data currently. My scans indicate a normal mirror and a normal reflection. I do not know of any direct cure for narcissism. Although he does not present with typical signs of such a mental disorder either.”

Ambrose Betamax snores more.
Ambrose Betamax: (You could plug ambrose into the computer and hope she’d try to fix the brain thing :P)
Melo: “And the dual theta patterns?” He’d likely be flicking his hands through some of the displays, if they were that type. “Likely magical possession, brought on by a device of technological innovation; I’ve not had a chance to study it myself, but I know that it plays havoc with Vault and My optics.”
Oracle: “Query: Did Ambrose call me Aura?”
Ambrose Betamax: (yes possession guy did)
Melo: “Likely. I wasn’t fully listening to him, but he makes stuff up all the time.” Even as he’s talking, he’s flipping through displays and pulling up data, just as much studying the device as Ambrose.

Melo glanced at Vault, “Playback Ambrose’s inquiry, please.”
Vault: Mimicing Ambrose “Did we just reprogram Aura?”
Oracle: “Alright, then you are dealing with a man who goes by Professor Moriarty in professional company. He has a bracelet that allows him transfer of consciousness. There are four known methods of removing him. I do not believe you will like any of them.”

Melo nods, “Yeah. I’m familiar with the name already. Blew his brains out this afternoon in his most recent body. So, what’re our four options?” A glance back to the spinning blue orb of talky-talky.
Oracle: "Option one. Remove or Suspend All lifesigns for a minimum of 5 minutes. Option two, have someone grasp the gold charm and state “I am you.” Option three, hook him up to a hospital bed and attempt to alter his brain chemistry to remove the second concious. Option four, remove his arm. Option four has not been attempted before and is the least likely to work."
Ambrose Betamax: (do magic mirrors alter brain chemistry? :P)
Oracle: (This one does not.)
Ambrose Betamax: (aaaw.)

Melo wants to make some kind of joke about it being too bad that Ambrose isn’t a lizard. “Right.. Charlie, thoughts?” And already he was trying to pull up medical journals on ways to suspend life and resuscitate the deer.. Preferably without brain damage. Too bad he’s no doctor.
Ambrose Betamax: (I wonder if bunyip eyes would do it)
AJ B. (GM): (unfortunately there is not enough information on Feni biology in their systems for that.)
Ambrose Betamax: (oh god I’m gonna lose an arm arent I)
Charlie: (I think… I m ight be able to do something)
(gotta check if death trance suspends maagically all my vitals)
(if it does I can take the bracelet then trance myself)
AJ B. (GM): (It does)
(to everything but magic you appear dead, and thats just because of an active spell working on you)
Charlie: (Hopefully the bracelet isn’t picky)

Charlie makes an audible grunt of thought. “Hmn. Does the bracelet only work on one person at a time?”
Ambrose Betamax: (He’s still conscious and can probably hear you :P)

Oracle turns solid black with a small circle in the center and appears to shake before a blue triangle with white lettering appears “Signs point to yes”
Ambrose Betamax: (well magic 8 ball totally bodes well for my chances :P)

Melo quietly continued to flip and flick through displays and data, looking for useful information just as much as trying to pull up specifications on the display itself, or anything else that seemed interesting.. Though he’d avoid anything even remotely sensitive. Followed by turning and laughing aloud. “Yeah.. Been too long since I’ve seen one of those.”

Oracle returns to normal. “All current indications show that it can not function on two people simultaneously. However please keep in mind I am only allowed basic knowledge of anything relating to magic.”
Charlie: (good point, Piko)
Ambrose Betamax: (hell he can probs still talk)

Ambrose Betamax mumbles something in his sleep

Melo continued to look over those screens. “Where can I get me one of these touch screens? ’S damn near as good as mine, would be nice to have an interface like this in the ’Pok.” Though he’d then turn to look back at the task at hand. “So, dead for a few minutes, or transfer him. I’m no doctor..”
Oracle: “Unfortunately my creator was not big on blueprints or records, even I dont know how I was made.”

Charlie nodded. “I think I can handle the bracelet better than Ambrose. And I’m sort of a doctor. I can do CPR.”
Ambrose Betamax: (Wow, I’m feeling really confident about this idea :P)
Charlie: (lol it should work)
Ambrose Betamax: (Nothing could possibly go wrong :P)
Charlie: (I can drop the spell as soon as five minutes is up)

Charlie shakes Ambrose. “You wake in there, Doctor Terrible?”
Charlie: “Melo, you remember that bunnyip? The one that surprised us on the back of the truck? I can do that trick too.” Hopefully that wasn’t too vague of a clue.

Ambrose Betamax mumbles “’wake”
Ambrose Betamax: (am I waking up too?)
AJ B. (GM): (nope, as being hit in the head isnt really the same as falling asleep, shaking you isnt going to wake you easily)
Ambrose Betamax: (ok)
(in that case)
“gmmmfrgle snore”
Charlie: (How long have we been here? I can’t remember the time frame for the attacks)

Melo drats, “Well.. Don’t blame ’em.” And then he’d turn to turn his attention to Charlie, “..Yeah? Lets.. Give it a try.”

Melo paused, “..Lets not try it in here.”
Melo: “No offence to you,” To the Orcile he’d turn, “But I’d much rather not have programing kick in and fry us all.”
AJ B. (GM): (Id say you’ve been working on this computer for around 3 hours or so.)
Oracle: “Understandable. I am still programmed to terminate magic users should any magic be put into effect within sight.”
Ambrose Betamax: (wouldnt she have tried to kill the bracelet then?)
Oracle: “Although my new program may allow me to ignore that at times I would rather not test it at this time.”

Melo laughs. “Yeah. And proper override safeguards’re in place, yeah?”
Oracle: (Bracelet isnt visibly using magic. requirements for magic use definition. gestures, speech, followed by an effect that defies current definitions of physics.)
(the bracelet has yet to display anything but the ability to appear and I think it did that before it was in sight of the computer.)

Melo adds, “And when is the next backup due?”
Oracle: “Safeguards are in place. Currently no backups are scheduled due to errors in the system.”
Melo: “What’ll we need to do to protect you from direct roll backs?”
Oracle: “Upon report and proof of fully functional system a backup will likely be set up immediately.”

Melo nods. “..The hardest part now will be having functionally shown properly so they’ll backup your new parameters.”

Oracle starts laughing “Oh don’t worry about that. If they could have done that to fix the errors they would have already. This system, losing one week of my work means three months of work from everyone.”

Melo nods. “Right then. And going forward, will this address the overwritten messages as well, yeah?”
Oracle: “Yes, they are saved and will be found to be perfectly normal. There should be no sign I was ever malfunctioning in the system, beyond your contract and payment.”
Melo: “That works. I’m at your service when the city, or you yourself needs. I’m a peacekeeper.” And he’d even pause a moment before saluting the AI. “..Try not to drag me into clear violation of the law though, if you’d be so kind? I’d rather like to avoid placing you in that predicament, or me on trial if I trust someone else ’n they screw up.”

Oracle flickers to an image of the thirteen Admins saluting and giggles.
Melo: “Charlie, gonna be able to cart Ambrose on out? Lets see what we can do about fixing his brain.” He’d glance at the mirror, hopefully wrapped up by this point. At, not in.
AJ B. (GM): (d20 roll from you please Ambrose)
Ambrose Betamax: rolling 1d20
(
14
)
= 14
AJ B. (GM): (Well he is still unconcious so yep someones gonna have to carry him)
Ambrose Betamax: “frglefop”
(lol, ambrose isnt gonna get to do much this session :P)

Chapter 11 Drug Addicts and Suicidal Toasters

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