Chapter 13 Games Mirrors Play

Charlie huffs. Reserving his own feelings for this topic for later..
AJ B. (GM): After a little while longer of flying he touches down in front of the gate and the guards stop you and check over all the paperwork etc, they seem to notice something off about Ambrose’s along with D’rren’s. “Alright, I need both of you to report to central processing on the 10th floor of the needle, within the next three days.” He turns to D’rren “You’ll need to register immediately to get your ID and be authorized to be in the city.” D’rren simply nods.

Melo should likely ask more questions. He really should. “What’s up with the paperwork, if you don’t mind me asking?”
AJ B. (GM): The guards look at you and then nod “Well Peacekeeper, as I’m sure you’re aware we have a variety of safety precautions. One of which is keeping identifiers on all potential threats. So we make sure everyone is IDed when they come through and registered. A second one is an agreement with the Horune that any D-bee staying within the city walls is aware of. I’m sure Charlie can explain it to you.”

Melo nods understandingly. “Ahh. I get his,” A nod given to D’Rren, “What T’s did we forget to cross with the deer-bee’s, just to make sure I don’t make the same mistake with his?”
Ambrose Betamax: (fuckola…just got email from that job I wanted, theyz not picking me)
AJ B. (GM): (sorry to hear that)
Melo: (Aww..)
AJ B. (GM): The guard looks at Melo and shrugs. “Looks like he just never went through the Horune pricing interview process. Nothing major, shouldn’t take more then a couple hours.”
Melo: “Good enough. I’ll make sure everything’s properly documented.” Otherwise, he’s good.
AJ B. (GM): After that they wave you on through. Jeffrey having taken the plane back to where it belongs. So the question is do you guys head for home area or go report in on bounty first?
Melo: (What time is it?)
AJ B. (GM): (around midnightish)

Melo would be more inclined to get a full night’s sleep, himself. He’s been running since sun rise.
Charlie: (is the office even open that late? Sleep would be good)
AJ B. (GM): (the basic portions of it are, nothing overly detailed of the government is functional)
Charlie: (brb gonna grab food)
(But I am down for coming back in the morning)
AJ B. (GM): (alright, Im gonna go start something cooking myself actually, been kind of skipping a lot of meals.)
D’rren after seeing the place you guys are staying heads off to get the basic ID and stuff. Shrodinger seems very happy to see you and immediately hops up into Ambrose’s antlers.
(From AJ B. (GM)): On the roof across from yours you see what looks like a grey trenchcoated man kneeling

Ambrose Betamax pets the cat on his head and flops into bed.

Melo stops before heading in to get food, himself, to look across the way for a few moments, head tilted just a bit in that odd sort of way of someone in thought. O’corse, no one would see that odd crease in his forhead that had long since replaced a questioningly lifted eyebrow.
AJ B. (GM): (alright, let me know when everyones ready to jump ahead to morning)

Melo would likely make some food before konking out.
Charlie: (back)
II made a huge meal so sI shouldn’t have to take another break)
AJ B. (GM): (Piko? still here? and everyone ready to jump to morning?)
Charlie: im ready)
Melo: (I’m good)
Ambrose Betamax: (i’m ok)
AJ B. (GM): (kk onto the morning then)
You all awake to the sounds of a thunderstorm pummelling the roof of the house today. D’rren is sitting on the couch and Leah sitting at the table with a bottle of wine and seeming quite drunk.

Charlie sniffs, trying to tell what sort of wine.
AJ B. (GM): (Seems to be a pretty strong red wine, high end but exact is hard to place by scent alone)

Melo would be up after a good six hours of rest. Thunderstorm or not, he’d be out the door in short order in just his civvies. Now, if anyone else was awake by then, they’d see him leave. If they weren’t? Well, they might catch him out running laps around the compound (It’s big enough for that, right?), with what looked to be a sizeable chunk of metal strapped to his back. PT is a bitch, but its a habit. An hour of running would find the rain soaked soldier coming back in for a shower and breakfast.
AJ B. (GM): (and yeah its big enough for that. both of these two were up and doing the same things they are now when you left, though Leah was somewhat more sober at that time)

Melo eventually, would be showered, and heading down to the kitchen to make food. “Alright folks, what’s the plan? And why is there a drunken deer in the living room?”
Leah Razortongue: “I’m not drunk, I’m as sober as I’ve ever been. I’ll prove it.” She stands up and faceplants on the couch.

D’rren Vruskull shrugs “As far as I’m aware there is nothing preventing her from being drunk in here. As for why, I think she said something about Ambrose not going to get priced out and how she’s never see him again.”
D’rren Vruskull: “I do not have an answer to your first question aside from that I’m supposed to go meet with some beuracrats.”

Melo isn’t a cook. He knows how to order things, and how to make the basics of food. Take one bowl, add corn flakes, then add milk, then add a spoon. You now have own bowl of cereal. “Right. Hold him hostage and threa—” And then he’d cut his venom out with a mouthful of food. “Hey Charlie, what’s the deal, eh?”

Charlie sniffing at the wine some more,edging close to the bottle hoping to get a drop himself. "Whats the deal, what?

Melo wouldn’t gripe about it. “With the Horune and pricing interview process?”
D’rren Vruskull: (Wine bottle is on the table, and she is faceplanted on the couch so unless Melo is gonna stop you)
Charlie: “Oh yeah, that.” He grimaced. “It’s basically putting yourself on the market to be sold at the digression of the Horune. I’m surprised you’ve not heard of this.” Charlie quietly picked up the bottle and took a swing of what was left.
“You do some tests, they slap a price on ya and you’re done.”
D’rren Vruskull: (Wine has a strangely bitter taste to it but it goes down smooth, and the aftertaste reminds you of a rosegarden)

Melo had that look on his face that indicated he was blinking. And chewing on cornflakes. “…Y’know, I’ve got a bad feeling about that.” Another mouth full of cereal, “How often they collect? And what’s the city get out of it? Not being raided, I take it?”
Charlie: “Not often. The chance of any of us being picked up is extremely low. Just take a look at me. I’m ‘decently priced’ and I’ve been here for quite a while.” The small swig turned into a long draw
Melo: “Mmhmm.” A glance given at the other dog, and the unconsciously drunk deer. He’d at least put his bowl down long enough to drag her off of the carpet and leave her on her side, just to make sure she didn’t die in such an undignified way… Even if she is on his ‘shoot to kill’ list. And then back to his food once he had a moment to think. “Yeah, and Ambrose has just that kind of luck. Who ARE the Horune, anyways?” Hey, he lived in land-locked Germany for 5 years, it’s forgivable that he’d not know about some of the sea-fairing pirates.
D’rren Vruskull: “Assuming anything like their counterparts offplanet, a nasty group of pirates who prey on the weak, anywhere that law hasn’t taken hold. Good swimmers, bitch to catch if they get near water and love magic.”
Charlie: “Legal pirates. The city loves getting money from selling away what they feel is garbage.” Charlie may have strong feelings about this topic. He put the wine bottle down. No need to mix drink and politics.

D’rren Vruskull nods “Show up one way or another everywhere..”

Melo just shakes his head. “Great. Just great. I’ll put it on my list of things to worry about.”
D’rren Vruskull: “Alright, so we have some of that sorted out. Want me to take the deerman with me to get registered or you need him for something else today?”

Melo looked up from his bowl at the comment from D’rren. And damn near choked in laughter. “You.. You have no idea what you just asked for.”
D’rren Vruskull: “I work with convicts trying to run from me on a less then hourly basis. How much trouble can one herbivore be?”

Charlie snickered
Charlie: “Melo, since I’ve done this before I can go with them.”

Melo has to set his bowl down, arms wrapping about his gut as he fell over laughing. Oh god.. “How.. how much.. Ahaha..!”

Ambrose Betamax doesn’t get the joke

Melo eventually, caught his breath, sitting back up. “Yeah.. Yeah. That’ll work. That.. that’ll give me a chance to work on some things. See if I can’t work out the paperwork with the party’s honored guests.”
D’rren Vruskull: Alright, so the party spreads out to go head out and deal with what needs to be resolved. D’rren, Ambrose and Charlie head to the government building. Melo and Im guessing Vault head out to Gio’s? (That correct?)

Melo would likely actually be going solo, leaving the droid to guard the home. He’d even be taking the skycycle.
(To GM): I’m totally cool if you’d like to focus on the others first.
(From D’rren Vruskull): kk
D’rren Vruskull: (ok Charlie, Ambrose, any attempts to wander off or anything during the trip to “The Needle”?)
Ambrose Betamax: (well, Ambrose doesn’t like the idea of being treated like cattle and being “priced” so chances are he’d find a lot of distractions on the way)

Melo totally just made Ambrose the butt of a joke. This is either going to leave D’rren totally exasperated by the end of the day and amazed at how Melo kept the deer alive, or the deer will be on his best behavior and absolutely nothing will happen. His bet is on the former.
D’rren Vruskull: D’rren makes various attempts to drag Ambrose away from the distractions. After the fifth one though he asks Charlie. “Is it legal for me to pull a gun on him and force march him there?”
Charlie: “I wouldn’t pull a gun out in this place. We can always pick him up though.” Charlie was half joking
Ambrose Betamax: "whaaaa that’s not very ni-hey an exotic pet store!

D’rren Vruskull sighs and follows the deer into the pet store. “Alright, how about I make you a deal. We get this registration done, and on the way back we’ll get you a pet from here?” D’rren looks around thinking most of the pets seem relatively tame.

Charlie bear hugs Ambrose around the waist and lifts him up. “You majesty the baron of refrigeration and parties allow me to carry you to our destination.”
Ambrose Betamax: “….okaaaay….” (finds something really crazy in the back)

Charlie shakes his head, hoping D’rren could see the desperation to keep pets out of this
D’rren Vruskull: The man at the counter asks Ambrose what he is looking for, if he’d prefer feather, fur, scales, or stone.
“Baron?” shakes his head “Come on deer boy, you don’t want to rush that kind of decision, I’m sure you’d rather make it on the way back.”
Ambrose Betamax: “…..ok….Sir, if you happen to have anything especially unique, I’d like to look at that when we return….”

D’rren Vruskull lets Charlie lead the way since he knows it better. “So, what is with the Baron title? What are you a Baron of?”
Ambrose Betamax: “I’m the Earl of Chicago.”
D’rren Vruskull: “Really? Was unaware Baron and Earl was the same thing.”

D’rren Vruskull turns to Charlie “Did you know you picked a weird planet to live on?”

Charlie shrugs. “Try’n to deal with the the hand I was dealt.” Their destination should be close.
D’rren Vruskull: (yep) As you guys arrive the usual bureaucratic nonsense. The woman at the desk answering phones looks up and says “Please take a number and a seat. Be advised each of you will be interviewed individually.”

Charlie puts down the deer-bee. “Here ya go. I can’t do much beyond this point but I’ll be waiting for the both of you.”
AJ B. (GM): After a little while of waiting Ambrose’s number gets called by a man with freckles and blonde hair. his features look a little squashed.
Ambrose Betamax: “were you attacked by a panini press?”
AJ B. (GM): “Well that answers one of the questions we have for you. Mr. Ambrose is it?”
Ambrose Betamax: “Yes sir…”
AJ B. (GM): He leads you into a room and with a few machines in it and a doctors bed. “Now, we prefer to trust our citizens to be honest with us, so I am going to ask you a few questions. Basically I just need you to rate your ability None, Minor, Moderate, Extreme, or Flawless. In the categories I give you. If I think you are lying we will use the machines to guage them instead.”
“Now first, your ability at manual labor?”
Ambrose Betamax: “hmmmmm…Minor.”
AJ B. (GM): “Alright, how would you rate your speed?”
Ambrose Betamax: “by human standards? Insane. Flawless…”
AJ B. (GM): “Alright, Mental Accuity?”
Ambrose Betamax: “are you half pug?”
AJ B. (GM): “Uh…huh. Psionic Ability?”
Ambrose Betamax: “Moderate to extreme :3”
AJ B. (GM): “Any history of physical or mental illness in your family?”
Ambrose Betamax: “hmm. Define illness?”
AJ B. (GM): “Anything that may lead to an early demise.”
Ambrose Betamax: “well, I’m a betamax”
AJ B. (GM): The man just looks at you confused and sighs heavily. “Tattoo or ID card?”
Charlie: (oh god don’t choose tattoo XD)
Ambrose Betamax: "card. here’s my business card…8hands him a fridge selling card*
AJ B. (GM): He looks at it and shakes his head. “I need the ID you were issued when you entered the city please.”
Ambrose Betamax: "oh. hands him that one
AJ B. (GM): He takes it and has an additional line added onto it. “13,000 Credits” before handing it back.
Ambrose Betamax: “hmm? for what?”
AJ B. (GM): (ahh the quotes were the line on the card not him speaking)
(or was that asking why theres a price on the card now?)
Ambrose Betamax: (yeah if he could read it)
AJ B. (GM): “Ahh, we tack on an extra 10k for good psi power, and speed tends to be useful to the Atlantean pits.”
Ambrose Betamax: “oh…so thats what you think I’m worth? I’m not for sale.”
AJ B. (GM): “So long as you choose to live in these walls you are. If you’d like to argue that with either the Admin or the Horune next time they come through, well we havent gotten to watch a good keelhaul in quite a while.”
Ambrose Betamax: “guess I’ll have to leave then. Like I said, not for sale.”
AJ B. (GM): He shrugs and lets you out the door. “Good luck with that.” Outside the door Charlie is still waiting although D’rren hasn’t returned yet.
Ambrose Betamax: “Charlie, they seem to think I’m for sale, I think we might have to clarify things for them at some point.”
Charlie: (sorry for the late responses, I’m trying to console a friend on the side x__x ba dtiming)

Charlie ears perked up at the deer’s return. He had snuck off to tell the pet store owner not to sell anything to ambrose. “It’s a rule for living here sadly. If you’re a d-bee you’re for sale. Tragic but some folks have little to no choice really. It’s why we’re trying to change things.”
AJ B. (GM): After a few more minutes D’rren comes out rubbing the back of his neck teeth bared and his eyes solid black. “This place is awful.”

Charlie pats D’rren’s shoulder. “Know what else is awful? The drinks here. We should go get some. You down for that, Ambrose?”
Ambrose Betamax: “we should sell them and see how they feel about it”
D’rren Vruskull: “I don’t think drinks feel much one way or another about being sold.”
“Also, shouldn’t we be catching up with your friend? Wasn’t he sorting some kind of problem for you guys?”
Ambrose Betamax: “they’re gonna regret it if they try to sell me…”
D’rren Vruskull: “Oh? How?”

Charlie tries to console the two. “You should be fine. Never had anyone knocking at my door and I’m a pretty damn fine specimen.” the wolfwitch strutted around ready to head back to find Melo.
Ambrose Betamax: “I’m a psychic fast running deer that kills stuff for a living. They try to sell me and I’ll ply my trade on em…”
D’rren Vruskull: (Alright with that you guys head back find Melo isn’t there and head to Gio’s place where Melo is waiting on an audience with the Admin himself, apparently this is not something one of his subordinates can authorize.)

D’rren Vruskull turns to Ambrose as you travel. “Just don’t do it anywhere the law is against you. I hate having to gun down fun people.”

Melo had his bike parked outside, simply waiting, and likely holding idle conversation about this and that. We’ll fill that in later.

Ambrose Betamax grumbles…Human law isn’t law anyways, it’s just organized deuchebaggery."
AJ B. (GM): A little while after you all arrive Administrator Giovan walks out and smiles bright running up to Ambrose and hugging him. “Oh, Earl it is so good to see you here. How is Chicago doing?”
Ambrose Betamax: “pretty well. We don’t sell people there, so a step up from this place.”
(ambrose does NOT like the concept of selling people)
AJ B. (GM): He places his hands on your shoulders and steps back wincing “ahh, found out about the deal with the Horune I see? Not my idea I assure you.”

Melo would blink, if he still had real eyes. But he didn’t say anything about it, seeing how the admistrator responded.
Ambrose Betamax: “oh? did you do anything about it?”
AJ B. (GM): Gio shrugged. “Tell me Earl what would you do about it? Suppose you are 1 of 13 and 11 of them all think something is a good idea? What then? Do you leave and hope those who come after are smarter? Do you fight them until they take away any power you have? Do you stay and try and make things better for those you can? Do you pretend you don’t see it? What is the right answer, because so far no one seems to know.” With that he sits down on the ground cross legged.
Ambrose Betamax: “well…fine. As long as you didn’t agree with it. I’m starting to think those D-bees have the right idea though.”

Melo starts to say something before simply biting his tongue with an exasperated sigh.
AJ B. (GM): He raises an eyebrow at that “Perhaps, but death only begets death, and surely you didn’t come here to discuss politics with me? My underlings said there was an issue with the Fiendwheels?”

Melo speaks up, “Yes sir, it is. We’ve actually got some rather interesting ideas on just how to get them in, unharmed, for more than just a display and show piece.”
AJ B. (GM): He blinks and his mind and emotional state seems to flip completely around as if he forgot all about the previously depressing topic. “Did you say Unharmed? You could get them to come to the party alive? Do you think their leader could summon something big and gruesome for us? Oh that would be wonderful, we wouldnt even need the gatormen then. What of the child? Does he really file his teeth to points and stare into the very soul of those before him?”

Ambrose Betamax wishes he would stop talking to them like they are things.
Ambrose Betamax: (about)
(sorry all, in 15 mins or so I have to go to bed)
Charlie: (no problem!)

Melo nods. “They’ve a few conditions on coming, and I’ve a few that I’d like to include on top of their’s, but mostly that’s a matter of paperwork to hold true to my word I gave to them. As far as summoning something..” A shrug. “I can ask, though I’m unsure if it’d be such a good idea to summon a demon in the city. And no, he doesn’t. He’s a good kid.”
AJ B. (GM): Gio shrugs “Well honestly depending on whats needed I’m sure I can handle a lot of it for you. What are the conditions?”
(no problem, honestly once we get this scene finished want to call it anyways, just want to get past here so can set up the next timeskip)
Melo: “They each need a full pardon of all current and past crimes, and assurances that they’ll not be arrested or come to any harm or harassment at the gates, or within the city walls, and safe passage to leave once the party is over. My request on top of this is that I can have their amnesty and entrance, and exit papers in writing, just so that we can get them in the gates with no issues. Any special permissions you want to grant them beyond that would be icing on the cake.”

Melo isn’t asking for much extra.
AJ B. (GM): Gio nods “Hmm, well I can’t do all that and give you the favors I offered up as payment…”

Melo nods. “We kinda figured that. Cost of doing business, y’know? Gotta spend money to make money, and if that eats the favors.. Well, it still gives you one hell of a party trick, to get them to walk into the city at your invitation.”
Charlie: (hopefully he goes for the “it’s gonna get you street cred” angle XD)
AJ B. (GM): “Indeed it does. I can probably still swing a single favor your way at some point. If you don’t mind I’d rather cancel the contract on the gator men though. This will make for a much better main event.” He extends his hand out.
Charlie: (lol I’d be down for dropping that )

Charlie nods, seemingly okay with this idea of dropping the gator men.

Melo glanced at the offered hand, then to Charlie, “Your call. Its your contract. I’m just the guy with the gun.” Though he’d turn back to the administrator. “Otherwise, I personally find this quite equatable. If you do wish for them to perform some form of summoning though, could that be included in their paperwork for amnesty in the single instance? Again, I just need to ensure their safety. Gave them my word, and I need to put some stock back into it after picking humanity over money.”
AJ B. (GM): He nods “My property is on a technicallity of its own, I will make sure proof is provided as well.”

Melo reached out to take the offered hand. “Thank you, Administrator. You’ve got a deal.”
AJ B. (GM): (alright provided no one objects will call it there)
Melo: (I’m ok with it)
AJ B. (GM): In Game Timestamp Aug 16th 10:30 am.
Zea: Today is Febtober 17th, 2015. EXP is about to be given.
AJ B. (GM): 370 xo each.
Ambrose Betamax: (thanks ^)
Zea: thank you for running the game today!
AJ B. (GM): and finally, next game will be timeskipped ahead 7 days
Ambrose Betamax: thanks for understanding about sunday and bedtime ^

AJ B. (GM): anyone with anything they want to do durring that downtime etc let me know
and no worries, Im glad you’re having fun and getting to do stuff
Ambrose Betamax: (ambrose will likely be happy with the pet he got on the way home)
Jena C.: rolling 1d20< 55
= 1 Successes
rolling 1d100< 55
= 1 Successes
Zea: (To GM) rolling 1d100 < 85 Eraser
= 76
(To GM): that was
Zea: (To GM) rolling 1d100 < 85 tech glitch
= 15
Zea: (To GM) rolling 1d100 < 85 teleport
= 2
Zea: (To GM) rolling 1d100 < 85 industratability
= 15
Jacob R.: (sooorrry I was sick and I slept too much ;o;)
AJ B. (GM): everyone ready then?

Melo is ready! Well, at least, he’s waking up.
Ambrose Betamax: (:3)
(I’m ready
(lol I feel all atrophied tho :/
AJ B. (GM): Last time our heroes returned from their insane expedition to register their new d-bee friend and the Earl of chicago as marketable goods and property of Melbourne. from there each headed off to handle their personal matters over the course of the week. D’rren spent some time learning the ins and outs of the city as well as those around him. Melo spent much of his time in his shop working on secret projects. Charlie spent some of his time in the M-quarter, and Ambrose spent time with Leah and his pets and even emerged with a new pet, a rat sized weredeer. Apparently no one specified size and the aboriginee thought itd be less damaging to the ecosystem this way.
Ambrose Betamax: (aaaaaw!)
AJ B. (GM): It is the day of Administrator Giovan’s party. Even Leah is excited to go. She keeps asking Ambrose what he thinks she should wear.
Ambrose Betamax: “ooh the red one!”
AJ B. (GM): She nods and changes into an elegant red dress. However as she reaches for the sheet you’ve put over the mirror you feel a gutwrenching fear and a strong impulse to stop her.

Ambrose Betamax wildly lunges and body-blocks the mirror.
AJ B. (GM): Leah looks at you confused “Stop kidding around Betamax I can’t go without at least seeing how I look now can I?”
Charlie: (damnit lol)
( I tried stopping ambrose from getting a new pet)
Ambrose Betamax: “er uh, ok…I’ll just uh leave the room then…”
Charlie: Charlie threatened the shop keeper, time to follow thorugh with my promises)
Ambrose Betamax: (hey it was at least a tame pet…)
(From Vault): “Commander, there has been an arrest warrant issued for Charlie. It is addressed to Peacekeeper Melo”

Ambrose Betamax goes off and plays with all his pets.
Charlie: (lol who in their right mind would chance pissing off a witchwolf? A dead man taht’s who)
D’rren Vruskull: “What harm could he really do, so he likes to have some companions around? So long as he’s caring for them right?”
Ambrose Betamax: (dun murder the shopkeeper, how will I get more pets if you do that?)
Charlie: exactly, lmao)
Is Drren responding to something I said ooc?)
D’rren Vruskull: (I really need to keep better track of that)
Charlie: lol just making sure, I"ll respond)
Ambrose Betamax: (he’s the gm, he can see into our very minds)

Melo was likely inside, eating breakfast downstairs in the kitchen. [A typical breakfast served at a restaurant chain by the name of “Lenny’s” in the late 2100’s, before the coming of the rifts, often called a “Slam Dunk”, consisting of two slices of ham, three pan cakes, and two eggs over easy]. And then he paused in that gesture that was just as much a blink. “…Fucking hell. CHARLIE! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!” And a half eaten meal would be left as he bolted from the kitchen to the terminal in the living room.

Charlie scratched his chin. “His ‘companions’ are not always harmless. If you value your soul keep away from the little cat and even his girlfriend is a bit…. feisty.” Hopefully the shop keeper’s pet was relatively normal.
Ambrose Betamax: “what? what did charlie do?”
(To GM): Melo’d be typing away frantically to pull up the warrant the moment he hit that terminal, to read over exact charges.

Melo typetypetypes.

Charlie bristles hearing his name shouted. “W-what?” He followed the sound of a rather upset Melo. Hmn. If Vault came out with his guns raised it was running time.
Charlie: (yeah I wanna know what I did too haha)
(From AJ B. (GM)): “Threatening with Lethal Force. Abusing Citizen’s Privilege. Assault with biological weaponry”
D’rren Vruskull: “He sounds pretty ticked, and I think I’ve heard that tone from my superiors a couple times.”

Melo finally, stops typing away after pulling up a display. “…God.. fucking… damnit Charlie. Who’d you threaten, and did you so much as touch them?” His hand would be rubbing at his forehead in exasperation.
Ambrose Betamax: (HA got caught charlie :P)

Charlie defluffed. “Oh. It was just the shop keeper at the pet store. I told him not to sell ambrose an exotic pet. Shoulda said no pet at all. When they refused I threw round the ol’ Charlie charm.”
Charlie: (And let ambrose come home ewith a 6 headed fire breathing kitten puppy hedgehog? I don’t think so)
Ambrose Betamax: (OMG I want one)

Leah Razortongue comes down after a little while and kisses Ambrose on the cheek “you were right, the red is definitely the way to go. Also I put that sheet back. Though did you take a vow against vanity or something?”
Charlie: ( I KNOW YOU DO lmao)
Ambrose Betamax: “er, I looked into a cursed mirror and now all my reflections kill themselves horribly.”

Melo just.. kinda looks at the giant dog thing, slack jawed. “…Uh.. huh.. Had this happened 9 days ago, I’d be tasked with killing you, you know.”
Charlie: “Well, if it’s not you tasked to kill me, who’s supposed to?”
(From AJ B. (GM)): as you are looking this over some other paperwork comes through, the various stuff for the Fiendwheels, including a notice showing that Admin Giovan technically lives on sovereign land with but a single law “Do as you please”
Melo: “Likely the Melbourne jail system. You’ve got two charges of N08B and a 17B leveled against you right now. They’ve asked me to bring you in. Lower offences, but still..” Sighs. “Fuck.”
Ambrose Betamax: “don’t pretty much all the offenses have death penalty though?”
Charlie: “Oh, well. I wasn’t looking to go to the party anyway.” Charlie flopped in the nearest seat. “Unless they specify when, I’d prefer we settle this later. I’m not really in the mood to deal with anymore legal stuff.” The contracts, fiend dealings, giant joke telling sentient machines, red tape was not in his interest today or evermore. h’es already made a contract with someone that’s potentially going to get him killed the other day.

Melo turns back to the terminal, muttering under his breath. This is exactly what he needed today. Typetypetype.
D’rren Vruskull: “Actually, where was this party at?”
Ambrose Betamax: (lol I’m listening to “lounge against the machine”)
(it’s like frank sinatra’s version of modern punk music that my brother likes)

Melo sighs. “Alright. I’ll do what I can. Who was it, what’d you do. Give me a step by step, on the record account.”

Charlie recounts the situation. He’d tell Melo about warning the shop keeper not to sell anything to Ambrose at all for personal reasons. When the shop keeper refused to listen, Charlie had insisted that the shop keeper listen to him or else he’d cause the witchwolf to become rather unhappy. Granted the phrase “unhappy” may have been said with some growling, a little fur bristling , and snap of the jaw or two, but it was meant only for Ambrose’s protection.
Melo: “Good enough.”
AJ B. (GM): The now mouse sized deer thing says “Hung Very”

Ambrose Betamax looks at it in surprise….
Charlie: “Oh, it talks like the lizard cat….”

Melo grumbles, “I’m not feeding it. I feed your cat enough as it is.”
Ambrose Betamax: “hey, I think this is the weredeer from the basement!”
Charlie: “If you try to make me your pet, deer-bee I will eat you.”
Ambrose Betamax: “aaw.”
“ooh I’d better tell Albion and Shro about that…”
(his name was tom right?)
AJ B. (GM): (believe so yes)
Ambrose Betamax: (awesome I guessed right, I totally forgot)

Charlie scratched his chin. “Who’s they?”
Ambrose Betamax: “this town’s mob boss.”

Albion flits into the room and hangs from the chandelier then looks down at the rodent weredeer thing. “Does that mean I can eat him now?”

Ambrose Betamax hugs the lil weredeer and looks worried.

Charlie shook his head. Ambrose kept strange company indeed.
Ambrose Betamax: (btw does anyone imagine the mob boss lady as the one from black lagoon?)

Melo continues to type. Then stops dead. “…I’m surrounded by idiots.”

Albion seems to shrug “Fine I wont eat him, but he should stay out of the grass outside. Melo said I could eat the small things out there.”
Ambrose Betamax: “ok, Tom, you’ve got fair warning now…maybe tell me if you want to be in the grass and I’ll tie a baloon to you or something so Albion knows…”
(To GM): After several minutes of wording, rewording, and retyping a reply to the warrant, he simply responds to the paperwork regarding the Fiendwheels instead. “Thank you Administrator. I’d also like to confirm your request for Charlie’s presence at the party this evening.”

D’rren Vruskull eyes seem to shift into static snowscreen for a while “buh, uh wouldnt a? ?”
Ambrose Betamax: “the new guy seems to be broken.”
(From AJ B. (GM)): “Yes, I would prefer it if your entire crew could be along, and as always the invitation is open to anyone else. I do have a reputation to keep after all.”
Charlie: (never seen black lagoon)
Ambrose Betamax:
(a link to pics of her)

Charlie taps D’rren.
Charlie: Ah her, I’ve seen clips of her before)

Charlie snuffs." Don’t get mad at me the human law here is unfair. Had a human threatened me no one would bat an eyelash."
D’rren Vruskull: His eyes blink back to their normal blue. “Umm, what just happened. All I remember is balloons.”
Charlie: “Did you just blank out and do you do that often?” Oh dear. Their new friend might be broken. The quirk would probably fit right at home with the rest of the bunch. Melo got all weird after his brain fried in the machine. Maybe this was a military thing.
(To GM): Again, a quick reply, “Thank you. I’ll do my best to ensure everyone’s presence. At the present time, I am attempting to address a warrant for Charlie’s arrest that was issued in the course of his attempts to ensure the Earl’s safety. There might be a slight delay in our appearance this evening, I do apologize.”
Ambrose Betamax: “you went all staticky for a minute there”
D’rren Vruskull: “O…k thats new. The eyes are just supposed to communicate what my current primary emotion is…”
Ambrose Betamax: “does the word balloon make your brain shut down or something?”
(From AJ B. (GM)): “Understood, take your time. Unfortunately all I can tell you on that front is they likely assume you have some use for him and thats why he isnt already in custody.”

D’rren Vruskull eyes blink to white. “Nope that’s not it.”

Ambrose Betamax repeats the whole thing he said to tom slowly to see if it happens again and when."

Melo mutters and mumbles under his breath before glancing out a window for a moment. “Doors’re locked, right?” And then back to the terminal he’d go, focused far more on the goings on there then he was with D’rren’s mental state.
D’rren Vruskull: D’rren goes static again at the end of the sentence. “buh wnt he jt flo way??”
Ambrose Betamax: “I need to remember you have a reboot codephrase.”

D’rren Vruskull makes no response and may very well be unconcious
Ambrose Betamax: “I just talked him into a coma. that’s no good….”

Charlie presses D’rren’s nose. “And here I thought only Melo was boring enough to do that.”
Melo: “Hey, I resemble that remark..!”

D’rren Vruskull seems to wake up at the touch. "Oh for the, on top of everything else theres an error in that now too?

Leah Razortongue swears under her breath and leans towards Ambrose.

Ambrose Betamax repeats the phrase again.
Melo: “Ambrose, quit it.”
Ambrose Betamax: “leah told me toooo”
AJ B. (GM): D’rren seems less staticy as he says “wait, wont he just aw fuckkk” and Leah turns to Charlie. “Don’t touch him, I want to know how out he is.”

Leah Razortongue tiptoes over and lightly begins slipping her hand into D’rren’s pockets pulling out what she can.

Ambrose Betamax watches all googley eyed.

Charlie openly slaps Leah’s wrists
Charlie: “Unlady like.”
Ambrose Betamax: “she can stick her hands into my pockets any time…”

Charlie snorts. “Whatever keeps them out of the pack’s pockets.”

Leah Razortongue storms off in a huff before coming back with the cat and dropping it on Charlie’s lap.

Melo turns to simply face the deer. “That’s two.”
Ambrose Betamax: “two whats?”

Melo meant that as Leah.
Melo: (Err.. towards)
Leah Razortongue: “He’s counting off strikes until he kills me.”
Ambrose Betamax: “oh dear.”

Melo nods. “Yeah, pretty much.”

Leah Razortongue drapes her arms over Ambrose. “Of course you wont let him do that will you?”

Charlie scratches his chin. Hopefully Melo hasn’t started counting for himself after this latest stunt.
Ambrose Betamax: “noooo I won’t….”
Charlie: (oh shit I missed the cat comment)

Melo LIKES Charlie. And Charlie’s actions were for the good of Ambrose. Leah, on the other hand, has threatened the deer’s life. That’s bad.
D’rren Vruskull: Wakes up and growls “Does anyone know a really good mechanic, preferably one with experience in wolfen physiology and technology?”

Melo simply lifts his hand.

Ambrose Betamax doesn’t actually remember leah doing that, it was too traumatic and it’s been repressed.

Charlie gently tosses the cat to the ground, trying not to react to strongly, least Leah think she got the better of him. “You’re barking up the wrong tree.” He replied to his wolf acquaintance.
Ambrose Betamax: “noooo shrodinger!”

D’rren Vruskull looks over at Melo. Good may need you too look into whats causing all these exceptions that seem to be shutting down my eyes."
Shrodinger lands on his feet and quickly climbs into Ambrose’s antlers.
Melo: “Software I can look at. Lets just hope to god it’s not a defect in the wetworks. Gonna be a bitch to find you a doc that’ll take you in in these parts.”
(From Vault): “Commander it is time to meet the guests and escort them in.”
Melo: “For now though, I’ve got some people to bring into the city. Charlie, currently there’s a warrant for your arrest, and frankly, I don’t know how much I can protect you from the rest of the city guard. D’rren, Ambrose, you two want to come with, or would you rather have more time to get ready for the party?”
Ambrose Betamax: “I may as well come. Can I ride the motorcycle guy?”
Melo: “…ugh..”

D’rren Vruskull shrugs “think I’ll stick here with Charlie. Maybe he can explain to me a bit about this party.”

Melo nods. “Alright. C’mon deer-boy. Try and be nice to our guests.” A moment to print out some paperwork, another 5 minutes or so to suit up in his body armor (Because who in their right mind leaves the city without it?), another sheet of paper printed off and handed to Charlie, “Best I can do. Stay outta trouble.” And out he’d go to the APC.

Charlie shakes his head. "No, you’d best go with Melo. I have something I need to take care off besides keeping away from the guard.
Charlie: *care of
(To GM): A printed copy of the Admin’s request for Charlie’s presence that evening.
Ambrose Betamax: “don’t kill petshop guy.”
Charlie: “Thank you, Melo. Sorry for the troubles.”
“Can’t promise anything.” He said just to ruffle Ambrose’s feathers a little.
(To Charlie): The sheet of paper contains an email chain, including a direct request from the Admin for Charlie’s presence that night. Might not be a get out of jail free card, but it’s still a legitimate email from the admin.

Charlie ear’s perk up.“Oh, actually on second thought. I’ll go to the party” How sudden his mind seemed to change.
Melo: “Vault, guard duty. SOP.”

D’rren Vruskull shrugs and shakes his head “Septumbrans.” he seems lost in thought as his eyes turn teal for a bit. “So are we going to pick them up and head straight there or swing back here?”

Melo once everyone was within the APC, he’d start rolling out. Well.. At least, the deer and the robo-dog. “Plan is to swing back here, give ‘em a chance to shower and clean up some if they’d like, then head to the party. One of the city leaders had contracted us out to provide some of the exotics for the party, and aside from the not so standard cash payments, it came with an invite. I’ve got your invitation as well.”
D’rren Vruskull: “Sounds like a good plan.”
Ambrose Betamax: “i’m getting a cassowary.”
(From AJ B. (GM)): you hear a thump onto the roof of the APC

Melo wouldn’t be more than a few miles down the road before he’d start to slow, glancing up for a moment, “Anyone else just hear that?” Damnit, he needs to get some better visual sensors on this thing.

Ambrose Betamax throws any random nearby inanimate object and throws it at his reflection.
Ambrose Betamax: (er picks up and then throws)

Charlie is startled.
Ambrose Betamax: “tell my reflection to stop messing with my head…”
Melo: “HEY! WATCH IT!” Things bouncing off of military grade displays in a confined cab’re bad!
D’rren Vruskull: “Charlie? Is this normal behavior for their species?”
Ambrose Betamax: “cursed mirror.”

Charlie shrugged. “I don’t know, I’ve only met two. One is a druggy, the other is a pet hoarder and magical curse magnet.”

Melo didn’t realize Charlie was tagging along. This is likely going to get dicey at the gates. Still, he’d need to pull over; something wasn’t right. Soon as he had that monster at a stand still on the side of the road, he’d be scrambling out of the roof hatch with a “Stay here” to check something.

Charlie twiddles his thumbs. Last time this happened Melo seemed a little manic. “You think there’s something living in the APC. Like a squirrel or something?” He’d ask Ambrose
(From AJ B. (GM)): Niemand is sitting up on the roof. “Hi, how’s it going?”
Ambrose Betamax: “if there is can I keep it?”
(To GM): “Poorly. Listen, if you’re going to do that, just.. Walk in the back or something. I’ve got a few things I need to take care of. What’d’ya need, and am I going to need to get you something to strap yourself down to?”
(From Niemand): “Ehh its harder to jump through moving objects much less into them. I’ll let you get back to your work in a minute, but just wanted to let you know. Don’t trust Gio. That’s all I can tell you for now.” With that he rolls off the APC and strolls through a building vanishing.

Charlie frowned. “How come you never offer ME any pets? What if I want an APC hamster?”
D’rren Vruskull: “Ambrose, if there is a squirrel in the APC wouldnt it worry you how it got into here?”
(To GM): Mutters under his breath, “Tell me something I don’t know.” Even then, he’d still make a note to get something simple for the vanishing man to grab onto in the future.
Ambrose Betamax: “squirrels get everywhere anyways.”
D’rren Vruskull: “Oh, now that ones obvious, as a wolfgator you’re more pet then owner material.”
Ambrose Betamax: “oooooh buuuurn”

Melo would return after a minute or so, hatch up top closed and sealed before he’d scramble back into the driver’s seat of that 20 ton monster. Within a moment, and a total lack of turn signal, he was off again.
AJ B. (GM): As you arrive at the gate the guards wave you through they don’t seem particularly alert or even to care about you driving out of the city.

Melo would actually outright stop at the gates.. Well, near enough, to not block traffic if he can avoid it. “Stay here guys.” And out he’d go, paperwork in hands. “Hey folks, got an odd one for you. Rather give you some advanced notice about the return trip. The CO around?”
AJ B. (GM): The guards look at you and chuckle. “You’re here about the Mad Hatters Teaparty right?”
Melo: “Yeah. He’s got some honored guests that we’re bringing in that aren’t too welcomed in the city. Have the approval for safe passage and entrance with me. Rather you folks be on the up and up with it, make coming back in a bit easier.” And he’d hand over the printed promises of amnesty and what-have-you.
AJ B. (GM): They’d look them over and nod. “Well, seeing as everythings in order guess we have to let em through. Can’t say I’m happy about it though.”
Melo: “Makes two of us, Sir. But you know how it is. What the boss man wants, the boss man gets, or its our heads that do the rolling down hill, not just the shit. We should be back in a bit, only headed a few clicks out. Appreciate the understanding.” He’d take the paperwork back before heading to the APC. See, this is how you get away with stuff: When you’re doing questionable things, but legally, make sure they know you’re going out of your way to be legal about it. That, or just don’t do illegal shit.
Ambrose Betamax: “aaw but that’s boring.”
AJ B. (GM): After a bit you come to the fiendwheels waiting where they said they’d be, although theres about 30 of them milling about instead of just the three.
Ambrose Betamax: “hmm. I don’t think they’ll all fit in here, melo.”

Melo likely woulda been dealing with paperwork for 10-15 minutes before returning. Yep. Borning. At least the APC had a radio installed. Still, once back in, he’d roll out and off to the arranged meeting point. On the actual broadcasting radio, “Avadon, this is Melo Craft. We’re inbound as promised. Paperwork is in order for the three of you.” Though he’d slow at the sight of the full gang, he’d not stop unless there was a clear sign of threat; he doesn’t blame the trio at all for wanting to ensure the safety of their leaders.
AJ B. (GM): As you approach the three leaders come to the front and wave their goodbyes. “Sorry about the crowd, the boys aren’t too fond of the city and all.”
Ambrose Betamax: “neither am I. you know they interviewed me and called my property and gave me a sale price?”
“fff screw em.”

Melo also, could actually fit all 30 of them, and a buggy in the back of the APC. It’s built to handle a half platoon and 10 suits of power armor. He’d stop readily enough to get out, hand outstretched in greeting. “Don’t blame them at all. The Administrator extends his welcome and has issued your full pardons, contingent on your presence this evening.”
AJ B. (GM): The one who fuses with motorcycle nods at Ambrose. “They tend to mistake that a lot. I believe there is something in the air messing with their optics.”
The three leaders load up. “Alright, so we attend the party and we’re pardoned, nothing more is expected of us?” Nata asks
Ambrose Betamax: “they might ask you to show off a little, they view you as an attraction.”

Melo shrugs, “The Admin was excited about the prospect of you possibly summoning a demon on site. I’m against the idea personally, more out of concern for the guests’ safety, but the admin has the paperwork covered for some displays of magic being permissible, and unchargeable.”
Ambrose Betamax: “I wouldn’t hope for a lot of dignity in there.”
Melo: (.. hearing Ambrose say that is amusing beyond words)

Ambrose Betamax chucks something at his reflection again.
AJ B. (GM): Nata raises an eyebrow. “He wants me to intentionally call upon the unhallowed powers that dwell in the abyss, as some sort of sideshow?”
Melo: “Mmhmm. Crazy, ain’t it?”
AJ B. (GM): “This man, you are sure he isn’t an Admin, and not a hobo who lives in a cardboard box that he calls a mansion?”
Melo: “His credits’re real.”
Ambrose Betamax: “and uh…it’s a big crazy house”
AJ B. (GM): He shrugs and looks at his lieutenants the kid grins and the alien nods. The kid says “Sounds like fun, maybe you can summon Galenkrrrneeminoul.”
Nata shakes his head. “Maybe Ava, maybe.”
Melo: “…I’d really, much rather you didn’t summon anything, to be frank. Too many safety concerns, too many red flags, and shit tends to go south around demons. Anyways, hop in. Oh, and Ava? I haven’t had much luck tracking down the last season of Z-Men yet, but I haven’t had much time to look.”
AJ B. (GM): They hop in and when they see D’rren roll their eyes. “Surprised he hasn’t killed you yet.”
Melo: “Yeah, well, city laws would make him wanted for it if he did it within the walls.” A slightly off color joke, “He’s really not that bad of a guy though, if you get to know ’em. Granted, I suppose that could be said about a lot of people.” Vroom Vroom goes the monster-truck.
Ambrose Betamax: “also he passes out every time I say this phrase, it’s kinda fun.”
Melo: “Damnit Ambrose! Be nice.”
D’rren Vruskull: “He’s partially correct though. Were you in my backyard I’d have shot Charlie for his warrant, you for harboring him, and potentially the Deer for shutting down my optics.”
AJ B. (GM): Nata chuckles “Well, at least you bastards are honest about what you do.”
Ambrose Betamax: “well don’t do that.”
Melo: “Reasonable, if you ask me. Besides, his presence is required by an authority above the law; already have the report typed up. He hasn’t resisted arrest any, has been fully cooperative with interrogations, and from what I can tell, broke the laws under your watch.”
D’rren Vruskull: “Almost correct, dont know when he got to that pet store owner but had to have been while I was at that interview. Couldn’t do much from there.”
AJ B. (GM): you arrive at the gates to find them thrown wide open and quite a few people milling about on the lawn.

Melo would be radio’ing in about 10 minutes out, well within view of what’s going on outside the gates with his optics. “Peace Keeper Melo Craft checking in. I’m inbound, and things don’t look normal gate side. Everything alright?”
AJ B. (GM): (sorry really need to clarify gate lol)
(you had no issues getting back into the city, that description was for the gate outside Giovans house)
Melo: (Oh! Ok)
(Retcon the above)

Melo would have o’corse offered along the way back to the house, seeing how as there was still a bit of time before the party, “And take no offence to this, but do either of you three want a shower before the event? After a few days on the road, its one of the few luxuries I’m rather guilty of enjoying inside the walls.”
AJ B. (GM): They appreciate the gesture and decide to take advantage of it while they can and clean up quite nicely. (sorry had spaced the whole swinging back by there, way off my game it seems)

Melo would, in such case, park the APC at the safehouse. Yeah, lap of luxury alright. Likely a poor example of being a host compared to what they were offered out in the middle of nowhere. “Care for some coffee or anything? You were gracious enough to welcome me into your home, figure the least I can do is welcome you into mine.”
AJ B. (GM): Nata asks “Actually, you don’t happen to have any guava juice. I was able to acquire some once and have been hoping to find somewhere else with some for quite a while.”
Melo: “I might be able to get you a glass, but no promises. Not local to these parts though as far as I’m aware. Have a seat, give me a few minutes to see if I’ve got anything.” And into the kitchen he’d go to legitimately check.
(From AJ B. (GM)): nope, a couple other fruit juices though.
Ambrose Betamax: (we have a magic microwave :P)
AJ B. (GM): Nata looks around and asks deerbees “So are you two married?”

Ambrose Betamax blushes intensely.

Leah Razortongue laughs at Ambrose blushing “Oh come now dear, surely you aren’t embarassed of your sharp tongued shrew of a wife.”
Ambrose Betamax: “uh hmm er well….not as such…I doubt she’d want to…”

Melo returns from the kitchen after a few minutes, "Closest I’ve got in the house is something that they like to pass off as a “Mango-Orange-Flavored-Drink, or some actual orange juice. I know there’s a fridge out in the garage I can check, but I haven’t checked it out too much.”

Leah Razortongue smirks “Darn and I was so hoping to play with the sorcerers head for a little while. Ahh well.” she drapes herself over Ambrose again. “Oh and Betamax, when we get there we should look around thoroughly. I hear the architecture is simply marvelous.”

Ambrose Betamax eeps and blushes more. anime style nosebleed
AJ B. (GM): Nata shrugs “Oh no worries, I’m sure they’ll be wanting us to arrive early, government types are always so strictly regimented after all.”

D’rren Vruskull growls at Nata
Melo: “..Yeah. Not this one. I already let him know we’d likely be fashionably late.”

Ambrose Betamax stutteringly asks leah to be his date at the party :O

Charlie is relaxing while he waits for the signal to head out again

Leah Razortongue agrees enthusiastically and pulls Ambrose’s arm around her waist.

Ambrose Betamax joy blushes :D

D’rren Vruskull eyes turn white. “Can someone explain to me why a party would require demons?”

Melo really has no idea how he’s going to prevent terrible, terrible things from happening this evening. So, he won’t. He’s going to try and deal with collateral damage, and how to minimize it. Still, he’d let the trio shower and get ready, otherwise he’s cool with time skipping, unless idle chit chat was needed.
Ambrose Betamax: (I’m good to, just assume i’m dressing up all the way for my date)
Charlie: “Shock value. But it keeps little guys like me in business.”
AJ B. (GM): (Alright, then my only question is will you arrive front door or back when you head over there?)

Melo would likely drive up to the back door, as requested before for bringing in ‘attractions’, no? Unless someone else remembers things differently.
Charlie: (nope that’s what I remember)
AJ B. (GM): Alright, once there at the back you are greeted by a human dressed in jeans and a t shirt who asks “What act are you with?”

Melo disembarks, readily enough, “I’m here with the Fiendwheels’ leaders. Y’want the formal introductions of the guests, or that good enough?”
Ambrose Betamax: “I say sir, I’ll have you know I am an ARTISTE! Now do something about your tacky outfit and let us pass…”
AJ B. (GM): The man at the door nods “Alright, so either you are The Earl of Chicago or Doc P’s main squeeze, and in either case are invited. I was told to expect you, please head on in, enjoy the party.” He waves all of you through the door.
Ambrose Betamax: (my powers of fashion are not to be trifled with.)

Melo would o’corse walk right on in, still clad in his body armor, as he was so wont to do before making his way in, escorting the boy, the elder statesman, and the bundle of muscle and metal behind him. “Figure it’d be best to introduce you to the man who’s invited you first,” he’d call out over the sound within the party, at an appropriate level of volume.

Ambrose Betamax wraps an arm around his date for emotional support (he’s actually pretty awful with crowds) and walks into the party.
AJ B. (GM): The party itself seems to be going pretty well. However its easy to find Giovan he is sitting on a chair that appears to be held above the crowd on a couple of spears. When he sees your group entering he waves and raises the chalice in his hand towards you.
Melo: (Brb a sec, starting to shake. Apparently, I need food)

D’rren Vruskull eyes seem to glitch out for a second again “Ok just to check, that man is on a chair, that is setting on spears jammed in the walls of his home right?”
AJ B. (GM): (kk)

Charlie nudges D’rren. “This is a place of madness, just a fair warning. You’ll find little to no sense here.”

Melo would take his time to lead his charges up to the Administrator, “Grandmaster G, may I present to you the three people who’s presence you requested. Nata Ting, leader of the Fiendwheels,” A nod given in the elder statesman’s direction, “And Kinik Girnch, his right hand man and second. Lastly, I present to you the third in command and perhaps most surprising of the trio, Avadon.”

Leah Razortongue pulls Ambrose tight to her and leads him out towards the dance floor
AJ B. (GM): Giovan hops down with a grin and leaves his glass on the arm of his chair without realizing how difficult it will be to get it back and shakes all of their hands. “A pleausure, a pleasure to meet you all.” A woman screams, apparently she had tried to grab an orderve off the tray that was strapped to a cassowarries back only to be pecked at.
Ambrose Betamax: (somehow I think Ambrose is being manipulated :P)
Charlie: lol
AJ B. (GM): Admin Giovan smiles “Well it is a pleasure to have you here and just your presence improves the ambiance, but my guests seem a bit timid, is there any chance I could trouble you to well, liven things up with a bit of fear?”
Nata looks at him unsure then back at Melo. "Mmm, I could summon up something I suppose depending on how big you wanted it. Though I think there might be others more suited then myself to scaring people, After all, I’m not that intimidating on my own.

Charlie suddenly remembers the bunnyip dream. He decides to keep his mouth shut and not offer to do ‘tricks’

Melo made an effort to help defuse the situation juust a bit. “Well, if a little fear is all you’re looking for..” And then he’d turn about, “Yo, Charlie!”
AJ B. (GM): Giovan nods. "Indeed, I was going to try and convince the gatorman to “attack” people while he wandered the party."

Charlie nervously steps forward.

Melo offers a warm smile at the giant wolf creature, “Care to regale us with a tale, in detail, about how you proved yourself better then tonight’s dinner, and what happens to those who decide they disagree with your stance?”

Charlie cleared his throat before throwing out the tale of dominating the bunnyip with a stubborn will and some good ol’ claw and tooth intimidation. Of course he exaggerated in just the right parts and made sure there was an exploding truck in there someplace.
Charlie: Just to give everyone a little taste, Charlie fluffed up a bit, standing as tall as he could while flashing one of his award winning witchwolf smiles..
AJ B. (GM): Within a very short while Charlie has the rapt attention of an entire room. Lots of people are sitting around and watching him, as he finishes one of them asks which is scarier, his howl or a bunnyips.
Melo: “Well.. Why don’t you give us a proper example Charlie.”
Charlie: rolling 1d20+13
= 24

Charlie took a deep breath and quickly spun around to whomever had asked, giving them a loud gnashing of the teeth and a (hopefully) gruesome howl!
(I think I did that right. That’s fairly decent – n- come’n charlie stop getting stage fright)
AJ B. (GM): Half the people in your audience faint outright. Giovan has backed up three steps and the rest are shaking from head to toe. After a bit they applaud. “Brilliant, absolutely brilliant.”

Charlie defluffs. Not a bad result, but his old clansmen would probably have had the entire place evacuated from sheet terror had he done better. Eh, they won’t ever have to know.
Charlie: *sheer terror not sheet terror

D’rren Vruskull grins “Stories are all in good fun, but I wouldn’t mind something to eat.”
Charlie: obv. I need food, I can’t even get words right)
“Would you like to see the thing I brought in from the hunt?”
D’rren Vruskull: “If I can eat it sure, if its just a trophy, Id prefer to see it on a full stomach.”

Melo might himself be a bit stunned at that roar, quite glad he’s on the same side as the supernatural horror that is the witchwolf, “And this, ladies and gentlemen, is the man who provided you with tonight’s meal. Without this man, we’d not have stood a chance of finding, let alone taking down that demon. Without his expert guidance, the rather peckish butlers who are offering your h’ordeuvres would still be roaming free, days away from the city. Without him, we surely wouldn’t have in our presence our honored guests, the leaders of the Fiendwheels! And just think, the city has placed a warrant for his arrest, because he had the audacity to sneeze in the presence of a petshop owner. Would any of you want to see this fine man put behind bars when he can tell a story like that?” Oh god, pay off, please pay off.
Ambrose Betamax: rolling 1d100
= 67
AJ B. (GM): There is an uproar from the crowd and they start discussing what to do about it and how they will be talking with their constituents the next day.

Charlie wags his scaley tail. Melo does ma manage to work magic
Charlie: (brb gonna get food)

Melo took that reply as a yes! And he’d prattle on! “And he’s not alone, ladies and gentlemen! D-Bee’s offer us a unique perspective and a unique resource that we need to cultivate, not suppress! Melbourne is the finest city on the continent, and still half of the population is looked upon with scorn. This isn’t something that we should aspire to!” Oh god, he’s got no idea what he’s doing, but he knows how to rally troops! Even if it was one of those rally speaches that directly lead to him getting his face shot off. Well.. Sorta. ‘yes Sir! I can keep going!’ drop goes the rifle and blam! “We should show that we’re better than the rest of humanity! We should give respect where it is due, and in return, find ourselves better protected against the horrors outside the city walls, better provisioned against blight and famine, and more successful than ever before, in partnership with amazing men and women like Charlie here.” Oh god, what the hell is he DOING?!
AJ B. (GM): The people seem a bit confused a few are still on board and there is still talk of doing something but many seem to have lost interest and some are even commenting on how Gio needs to screen his Jester’s better, as they drift off to join other parts of the party.
Ambrose Betamax: (ouch :P)
AJ B. (GM): Giovan nods and pats Melo’s shoulder “Good try kid.”
Melo: “But tonight, let us not worry of such things. Tonight, we are here to celebrate, to have fun, and be jovial.” Yep, he’d lost them; hopefully he’d done enough to at least start a movement. He didn’t expect to win everyone over. Even a single mind is a step in the right direction. And then, in a far less loud tone, “Thank you. Figure you gotta start somewhere. Even one person is a step in the direction we gotta go to keep this city intact.”
AJ B. (GM): Giovan looks at Melo. “Do you know of a game called Admins Trump?”

Melo tilted his head, “Never heard of it, to be honest. Would you be willing to enlighten me?”
AJ B. (GM): Giovan nods. “It’s a complex game, we thought it up one night while drinking. We had found a set of cards and repurposed and redesigned them. Poseidon and I have been playing for a Very long time now.” He leads you through a few rooms to an area with various poker tables set up and a locked door on the right side.

Melo would follow along, leaving the party with the admin. “Standard one upmanship given rules?” And a seat he’d take, once offered. A powerful man the Admin is, but a man just the same.. And one deserving of respect.
Ambrose Betamax: rolling 1d20
= 2
(oh crap.)
Melo: (Better then a 1!)
Charlie: (wugh aunt needs help with her phone)

Melo took his time looking over the display he was presented with, reaching out to tap the air above the board, but not a single one of the cards. And then he’d look up. “Yep. Rules escape me. Good to know we’re in play, at least.”
AJ B. (GM): Giovan nods “Indeed you are, and in some ways thats good, in others its a problem. Every new player is a potential threat going after the goal.” He points to the center card. “However allies are valuable. At the moment I am working at a bit of a disadvantage.” He points to the sun. “While Poseidon continues to maneuver his pawns into place.” He points at the moon
Charlie: (okay back, trying to catch up)
AJ B. (GM): ( may end up wanting that link)
Ambrose Betamax: (ha the fool is ernest)

Melo glanced to the center of the table, before shaking his head, “Too big of a goal. By the looks of things though, we’ve shifted play quite a bit.” And he’d look up to the admin, “All due respect, sir, but I’d much rather not be on the bad side of any of the players in this game. I’ve got a sinking suspicion I’m not smiled too kindly on by two of them as it stands, and have displaced a third.” And then he’d tilt his head a bit in thought, hand rubbing at his chin.

Charlie takes a special interest in this game
Charlie: (oh wait did you two leave the party?)
Melo: (Yeah; not sure if Charlie was dragged along or not)
Ambrose Betamax: (we’re all in different places)
AJ B. (GM): (not the party just the room they were in)
Charlie: (ah, well, if it’s okay for charlie to follow)
AJ B. (GM): (yeah thats fine)
Charlie: :3 yay!

Charlie sniffs the air. “What is all this?”
Ambrose Betamax: rolling 1d20
= 6
AJ B. (GM): Giovan nods. "Judging by your speech it sounds like you want to piss off quite a few more players too.

Melo shakes his head. “Piss off, no. Prevent a hell of a lot of good people from dying for no good reason, yeah.”

Melo looked up, “Administrator, I’m outright bad at politics. I’m a soldier. I shoot people to defend what I think is right, because I don’t have a country to serve any longer. For this day and age, the rules I play by are, to put it bluntly, fucked up and obsolete. But they’re the rules I was raised with and trained with.”
Jena C.: oh dear, did we lose a flynt?
Melo: (I’m here)
Charlie: (weird i had to refresh to see your player icon)
Ambrose Betamax: rolling 1d20 + 4
= 11
(my god the dice hate me)

Ambrose Betamax comes down and joins you and looks over the cards at the table. “Aww, only the emperor is cute.”
AJ B. (GM): (need a perception roll from everyone)
Melo: rolling 1d20+2
= 12

Charlie isn’t sure what was done but so long as he did a good job.
Ambrose Betamax: rolling 1d20
= 4
Melo: (Charleee..! Roll perception?)
Charlie: rolling 1d20+2
= 3
well shit_)
AJ B. (GM): (you guys ok with calling it here for the night?)
Melo: (I’m actually good either way. I’m having a blast)

Melo is also less blind then the others, woo! That doesn’t mean he’s not blind.
Ambrose Betamax: (I’m good either way too)
AJ B. (GM): (just not sure when everyone needs to crash, is still sunday night lol. Im good continuing if you guys are.)
Melo: (Blind, bed time is in an hour, yeah?)
Charlie: I’m get’n tired though
Melo: (I’m cool with calling it then. We ARE at a good pausing point, aren’t we?)
AJ B. (GM): (yeah we are, this is about midpoint through the party, few other things to resolve, but will be easier done with more time)
(alright, lets call it a night here then.)
Zea: Today is Sunday, Febtober 22nd, 2015. EXP is about to be given.
Oh, Ambrose, if it wasn’t recorded, 370 on Tuesday.
AJ B. (GM): Ingame Timestamp Aug 23rd 7:50 pm
Ambrose Betamax: I got it thanks tho
AJ B. (GM): 300 xp base. An extra 90 for Charlie. An extra 120 for Ambrose. An extra 100 for Melo
Charlie: Thank you
Zea: Thank ya
Ambrose Betamax: thanks :D
AJ B. (GM): thanks all, was a hell of a lot of fun tonight.
Zea: Yeah it was!
Was great to see everyone interacting.
And sorry to totally ninja Charlie’s thunder, but I had to think of some way to get him out of his crimes.
Charlie: I think that was decent enough, dunno how well it’ll do)
Zea: I shoulda quit when I was ahead.
Because then it likely woulda worked.
rolling 1d20+2
= 21
Jena C.: okay
Ambrose Betamax: :3
Zea: Dances
AJ B. (GM): Last Time On The Grand Search for the Archives of the Z-Men: Our adventurers had made it to a party at an administrators house, been mingling. Charlie entertained them all with his powers of intimidation, Melo had tried to surf a wave of impressed aristocrats into a movement for all d-bees only to wipe out, when he over extended his reach beyond their impression of Charlie. While Ambrose and Leah wandered off to explore the Manor of Grand Master G.
Ambrose Betamax: (A very pretty manor.)
AJ B. (GM): Where we left off exactly was everyone having regathered around a table displaying a complex game mimicing the politics of their new home.
Administrator Giovan turns to Melo. “Rules change, but soldiers are always needed. Just a matter of where and when.”

Ambrose Betamax glances around and when he spots the Cassowary with the serving tray seems to become intently focused on it.
Melo: “True as that is, we fight harder when we believe in the cause we’re defending.” Still, he’d be studying the board. “Peace keeper is an apt title.”

Charlie remains quiet, looking around here and there. His purpose at the party seemed to be done.
Administrator Giovan nods and looks at those standing around. “Thankfully you see it that way. Many don’t. Or at least seem to find bones more peaceful.”
Melo: “They are, as long as they don’t try and get up and take revenge.” And around the table he’d step, just to look at the cards, and then up to the administrator. “I guess now is when I should ask to what rules I’m going to be bound by, eh?”

Charlie tilts his head. “What is this all about, Melo?” Someone knew this game already, it’d be nice to be in on the whole she-bang.

Melo glanced to Charlie, “Apparently, we’re an unknown variable in the city’s balance of power.”
Administrator Giovan smirks “Well now that’s the rub isn’t it. The only real rule is Don’t get caught. Of course do you mean as a peace keeper, as a citizen or as something else?”
Administrator Giovan: “Indeed, and the young lovers here.” he motions at Ambrose and Leah, may have just added a chance to tip the scales a bit more in my favor.“Tell me Leah, how do you feel about, Administrator Poseidon?”

Charlie feels awkward and slowly tries to back out of the room to make his way back to the party. It’d be good to check on the fiends anyway.
AJ B. (GM): The fiends appear to be mingling and doing a fair bit of story telling themselves, though their leader is nowhere in sight.
(well the two subordinates are doing that, you get what I mean)
Charlie: (interesting)

Melo glanced at the deer-bees some; he still didn’t trust Leah.

Leah Razortongue shakes her head. “not much. He just likes drowning prostitutes, and I’m the only one who can take it.”
Administrator Giovan: “Mmm, that is very interesting, many people were speculating what he hired you for. Most just figured he had odd tastes in women. Still that does not sound pleasant. How would you like to help me knock down a bit of his influence?”

Leah Razortongue grins a bit. “Oh yes. he deserves to be taken down a few pegs.”

Ambrose Betamax turns back at the sound of Leah mentioning the drowning “Why would someone even care to do that, wouldn’t getting a fish as a pet be better?”

Charlie tries to lightly sneak about, looking for the leader of the Fiends.
AJ B. (GM): (charlie, need a prowl roll from you, and basement, main floor, or second story?)
Charlie: (main floor)
Leah Razortongue: “He likes hurting people, Ambrose. You stopped me last time, remember?”
Charlie: rolling d100< 47
= 0 Successes
o xo;;;
Ambrose Betamax: (heehee)

Ambrose Betamax is looking at the Cassowary again before turning back. “Oh of course. Umm, he isn’t going to be able to hurt her with whatever you are asking her to do is he?”
AJ B. (GM): (charlie you fail to be stealthy at all, but you do get many pats on the back and promises of support for your problems. no sign of the fiendwheels leader though.)

Melo simply listens, glancing between those that are talking, the Admin, and the door. Ever glancing at the door.

Charlie will just ask one of the subordinates where the leader has gone in this case.
Administrator Giovan: “Well, you see I think she may have to get a little hurt. If we could get a trideo of what he does when he hires her and I could take it to the Administration. I might be able to take away some and with luck All of his allies.”

Ambrose Betamax clings tight to Leah “No, she can’t do that. I won’t let her.”
AJ B. (GM): The kid points upstairs. “He managed to talk four pretty ladies into going upstairs with him.”
Charlie: “oh…”
AJ B. (GM): A young man in a tux walks up to Charlie and offers him a cigar. “I’m told you’re one of the finest hunters this city has ever seen.”
Leah Razortongue: “won’t let me? You know I could throw you about fifty feet, right?”

Ambrose Betamax looks confused and shakes his head. “but, I have to protect you.” begins pouting.
Melo: “Watch it.” As far who that was dirrected at?

Leah Razortongue sighs. “I’ll be fine, Ambrose. He’s hired me for that a lot of times.”
Ambrose Betamax: “Yeah but” his bottom lip quivers “It’s still not right.”

Charlie nods, accepting the gift and tucking it into one of his pockets. Hopefully this wasn’t a disrespectful thing to do. “Depends who’s asking.” Surely the Fiend leader is okay, right? Charlie wouldn’t want to walk in on any awkward situations.

Leah Razortongue hugs Ambrose. “Don’t worry, just stay home with Albion and hide from mirrors, I’ll handle everything.”
AJ B. (GM): The man smiles at Charlie. “Well me and some of the boys have been wanting to go out into the wilds, collect some heads to hang on the wall. Any chance you’d be willing to take us along on a hunt with you some time?”

Ambrose Betamax squeezes Leah “Alright, but if anything goes wrong, you run out fast and come get Melo so we can storm his house.”
Administrator Giovan sits calmly and raises an eyebrow at that last statement then glances at Melo.

Leah Razortongue nods. “Okay, I promise.”

Charlie scratches his chin. “It depends on the heads. Walk with me, what sort of hunting do you do.” Hopefully the gentleman would follow him to the food table. All this sneaking around was making the witchwolf hungry.
Melo: “Your lordship, frankly, that’s not going to happen. If you’re going to break into a high security compound, storming in a group of two is never a good plan.” Well, at least he can keep up the Earl act.
AJ B. (GM): The Man follows Charlie. “Well honestly the boys and I have never left the city walls before. However we have all seen images of beasts heads mounted on walls attesting to ones skill. Although a life of politics holds its own challenges, proving ones wits against another man is nothing compared to surviving the wilderness much less conquering it.”
Ambrose Betamax: “Well obviously we’re going to bring Vault and Albion with us.”

Melo just.. sighs, hand lifting to rub at his face some. “Your lordship, you DO realize—” And then he thought better of it. No, finishing that statment with ‘that she’s on my ‘shoot first, questions later’ list, correct?’ is likely not a good idea. “…That she’ll likely be just fine, right? The hard part is getting the camera in undetected, and out without damaging it.” Nope, he should stop this, right now.
Ambrose Betamax: “Oh?” he turns to Giovan “Did you have a plan for that?”
Administrator Giovan shrugs “A few possibilities come to mind. Of course the easiest method is usually the simplest, if she fawns over him, plays to his ego, says she wants a record of her time with him he might just let her walk right in with one.”
Leah Razortongue: “I doubt that. I don’t generally pretend to enjoy our time together.”

Ambrose Betamax makes a low growl in his throat. “besides we just got her away from that life.” mutters to himself about liking this plan less with every word.
Administrator Giovan: “Well, Melo, I’ve heard you like to tinker, I don’t suppose you have any neat tricks for getting one in?”
Leah Razortongue: “he does have me dress very well for him. Maybe conceal something in jewelry?”

Melo hums. “Subdural is a possibility, or,” And a nod. “Micro camera in some sort of jewelry, though would have to make sure its waterproof. That said.. You turned him down last time. What makes you think he won’t be that much more vicious this time?”
(From AJ B. (GM)): (need a perception roll)

Charlie tries to glup down a couple things that looked like meat while he listened. “The type of hunting I do isn’t for sport, it’s survival and all about bringing meat to the table. There’s no rules or codes of conduct once you’re outside those city walls. That something you think you could handle? The blood, the heat the cold? Demons and bandits all looking for someone’s bones to chew on?” Maybe that might scare the fella away from the idea of such a thing. That or tack on more 0’s for the Witchwolf to consider.
Leah Razortongue: “He…he very well could be, actually. But there’s something I want to take from him too, so I’m still going to do this.”
Melo: (To GM) rolling 1d20+2
= 14
(From AJ B. (GM)): (you notice an odd twist to Ambrose’s face at the mention of him being more vicious, almost seems like a smirk, but its gone in a second as if it was never there)
AJ B. (GM): The Man nods to Charlie. “Well, I’m sure I could, as for my compatriots, we’d have to go talk to them. All told there are six of us who have been feeling an itch for something more exciting these days.”
Leah Razortongue: “I know a doctor that can clear that right up.”
Administrator Giovan: “Well, if she is willing and Melo wouldn’t mind helping me out. I am sure all of you would like to see Poseidon’s influence lessen some.”

Melo hums, then shrugs. He’s still torn; he actually has a dislike for Leah. He really does.. So why should he care if she gets hurt? Well.. Mostly because of Ambrose. “Yeah. Jewelry might work. I’m sure I could cobble together something..” And then a glance to the other admin. “What’re the contingency plans?” Why is he stepping into a realm of political intrigue that he has no desire to be in? It all depends on what the definition of ‘it’ is.. No, wait, wrong moment in time. “And when it comes down to it.. What has he done that’s bad for the city? We all have our flaws.”
Administrator Giovan: “Well, for one thing he is the main supporter of our deal with the Horrune, at least in its current format. As well as the first on the council to inform anyone who listens that your friends aren’t human and that you are a traitor to your race for your association. Aside from that like me he is a politician so everything he does has an undercurrent to it. Those are just the biggest things I can name for you right now.”
AJ B. (GM): (rephrase not human to something that makes sense)
(not intelligent I guess)
Charlie: (brb)
AJ B. (GM): (kk)

Ambrose Betamax glares “I may not be as smart as others in the city. but I am definitely intelligent.”

Melo made that gesture of a creese or three in his forehead, seeing how his eyebrows are still quite firmly bolted in place and devoid of muscles. “And the Horrune: The city able to hold them off. And your lordship,” He’d turn to Ambrose, “You are quite adept at showing it.”
Melo: (That was a question, by the way)
Charlie: (wugh I’m gonna have to drop out of this game for tonight, I have to go over apartment stuff )
(my potential roomie is on call with me)
Melo: (No problems! Next Tuesday at 4 PM Pacific then?)
Administrator Giovan: (sounds like a good plan to me, up to you guys if you want to continue.)
Ambrose Betamax: (either works)
Charlie: sounds good! you can keep going if you want, I’ll just schmooze with the peeps)
Melo: (I’d be ok with keeping going for now. Blind?)
Ambrose Betamax: (either way works for me ^^)
Melo: (Yeah, lets keep going; Charlie’s doing his thing, and we can catch up on that before next game, maybe, or something)
Administrator Giovan: (kk continuing on it is then.)
Administrator Giovan shrugs “Impossible to tell. We’ve never had to fight them, and we’d prefer not to if we can avoid it.”
Melo: “Makes sense. And I’m fairly sure we don’t have too many friends in high places right now. But at least the Core is working.” And then he’d look over to Leah and Ambrose. “Your call. I’ll see if I can cobble something together, rest of it’s in your court.”
Ambrose Betamax: “Umm, I don’t like it, but if you really want to I won’t stop you.”
Leah Razortongue: “I’ll do it.”
Administrator Giovan: “Excellent, I look forward to hearing of your success. Now if you would follow me, I’d like to lock the game away before something should happen to alter it.”
Leah Razortongue: (no one trip and fall on that board.)

Melo cast one last glance at the board before turning to head towards the door. “Question then becomes the cost and source of parts.” Though he soon enough fell quiet, mind running over quite a number of various plans for how to construct such a device. He’d stop at the door, though, “Your lordship?”
AJ B. (GM): (perception rolls from everyone)
Melo: rolling 1d20+2
= 20
Leah Razortongue: (what’s leahs percepyion roll?)
rolling 1d20
= 18

Ambrose Betamax slides his hand behind his back as he walks out and twists a single card to be inverted.
AJ B. (GM): (Leah and Melo both see this, Giovan does not)
Leah Razortongue: (MORAL CONUNDRUMMMM)

Melo simply stairs for a moment. “Administrator, you said the rules were ’don’t get caught’, did you not?” He had to question the deer-bee’s actions.
Leah Razortongue: “Ambrose, did you just…”
Administrator Giovan looks over his shoulder at Melo “yes, that I did.”
Melo: “And what, pray tell, is the punishment for getting caught?” He’d ask, walking back over to the table.

Ambrose Betamax looks at Leah and smirks.
Administrator Giovan: “Depends on what you’re caught at, penalties range as far from loss of a few points to total removal from the game.”

Leah Razortongue shakes her head. Ambrose might like pranks, but it isn’t like him for them to be malicious.

Melo nods. “I see. Much as I’d be curious about the points,” And he’d pick the inverted card up from the table, restoring it to how it should have been, making a point to set it down so the administrator can see just how he was placing it, “Seeing how as I’m not too keen on playing, I suppose I shouldn’t ask.” And then he’d look at Ambrose, saying nothing, before walking back towards the door. “But in a game like this, it’s always best to leave things just the way you found them when you don’t know the rules. Don’t you agree, Grand Master G?”
(From AJ B. (GM)): just so you know, he inverted “The Lovers”
Administrator Giovan: “Indeed. If you ever care for some lessons in the game I have a seperate set for quick and much easier games set aside elsewhere.”
Melo: “Perhaps some night, I’ll need to take you up on your offer.” And he’d wait, watching Ambrose, “After you, your lordship.”

Ambrose Betamax sticks his tongue out at Melo and smirks as he walks out. “I want to learn to play too. I bet its fascinating.”
Administrator Giovan locks the doors once everyone is out, then looks around. “hmm, seems most of the guests are enjoying themselves. I wonder where Nata has gone though.”

Melo watched Ambrose for a moment longer, mind flipping through various spectrums on an almost instinctual level. Something was off, but he couldn’t pin point what. “I’m sure he’s about. I made clear to him that his pardon was contingent on staying for the entire party.” There was a debate about asking Ambrose if he’d picked a bird yet or not.
AJ B. (GM): An older gentleman who squeaks every time his right leg takes a step walks up and pats Melo on the shoulder. Giovan looks a little concerned and quickly says “Melo, meet Arnol Colter the 4th. Arnol, Melo. Now if you’ll excuse me I must go mingle I fear some of my guests may feel snubbed without my personal attention.”

Melo turned to face the man, a quick once over given to the man before he’d either offer a handshake or a salute, depending. “Good evening, Sir.”
AJ B. (GM): The man is definitely old, his hair is white, his beard is kept neat and trim and he carries himself with a purpose, although not military he is obviously strongly disciplined. “To you as well young man. My apologies about my” he seems to pause as if searching for the right word. “contemporaries.”

Melo shook his head with a smile, “No apology needed. I’ve frankly likely branded myself as a radical or heretic tonight, but if one doesn’t fight for your neighbor’s rights, who’ll fight for yours when the world come downs upon you? Besides, we’re all entitled to our own opinions.” Yeah, lets just dig ourselves a hole right now.
AJ B. (GM): The old man chuckles and laughs eventually breaking into a full on cough. When he pulls himself together. “Fear you missed the notice son. World already came down once and not many believe it can happen twice. Still, glad to see someone thinks theres a future worth looking towards.”

Melo wouldn’t hesitate to offer an arm, subtly, when the man started hacking up a lung; an offer of support, but one that hopefully wouldn’t be obvious to any milling about, out of respect for the statesman’s position. Though one’s settled, he glanced around before offering a shrug and a smile, “Oh, no, I quite got the notice. Can only hope to revive some of the hope for a bright future we had back then. Sure isn’t something that I can do all at once, or alone, but I’ve gotta start somewhere.” All over again was left unsaid.
AJ B. (GM): Arnol stretches his leg as he leans against the wall and it squeaks every time the knee bends. “Gears Damned thing still ain’t right.” He then turns towards Melo. “Indeed, and starting is what I want to talk to you about. Theres a few people who heard what you said and liked the sound of it. Not everyone sees eye to eye about things around here.” He glances at Leah and Ambrose. “Before I forget my manners further, I believe our host forgot to introduce your friends.”
Ambrose Betamax: “Melo, our introductions if you would be so kind.”

Leah Razortongue glares at Ambrose for a moment. Very out of character…

Melo glanced at that creaking leg, then to his companions, “May I present to you the Earl of Chicago, Ambrose Betamax, and his..” And just a moment of hesitation, “Companion, Leah Razortongue. Your lordship, Arnol Colter the 4th.” And then back to the statesman, “And I apologize for the shortness of the introduction, but I’d not yet caught any title I should be giving you. As for starting.. I’d be more than willing to have such a conversation. Would you mind if we were to take a seat to hold it, however? I’ve been on my feet for most of the day, and a moment of respite would be kinda nice.” Driving is being on your feet, right? And besides, that’s the polite way to ask if the older man wanted to sit down. As for the introduction request? He was playing into the Earl role.. Even if asking for an introduction was, without a doubt, not normal for the deer.
AJ B. (GM): The man nods. “A fine idea, in fact a few of my colleagues are set out on the deck.” He leads you out to where five people are seated, 3 men, 2 women, and there are seats for each of you available. He takes a seat and waves to the rest of the seats.

Ambrose Betamax takes a seat and looks around.

Leah Razortongue takes a seat, glancing now and then at Ambrose in a furtive sort of way.

Melo took a seat himself, grabbing a drink along the way hopefully, provided one was convenient. A moment was spent looking up at the skyline rather then the guests; after all, it was a hell of a view; even more so with the faint twinkle of the M-Quarter lit up as it was. And then to everyone else, “Melo Craft.” A hand was offered out in greeting to the gathered people, “And that’d be his lordship, Earl Ambrose of Chicago, and his companion, Leah Razortongue.”
AJ B. (GM): They each nod, and introduce themselves. Once they’ve finished. “It is a pleasure to meet all of you. We are a group who want to see the city reach full equality. There are many things that need to be done to reach this point. However we heard you helped bring that.” he waves at the lights down there. “about.”

Melo gave a light shrug at the comment. “They did most of the work. I was just on site to help with some of the wiring and offer some guidance.” Nope, he’d say nothing of what he had to do with the core. “Still glad that the restoration was approved. Still no idea how long that paperwork had to have been tied up.”
AJ B. (GM): “Well, all the same, your name has come up a few times in conversation in the quarter now. Grimgrin has even mentioned we should speak with you if we’d like to see things improve. So we are extending our backing towards you. Although we aren’t Administrators ourselves, we each have our own skills we can bring to your goal.”
Ambrose Betamax: “Ooo, does any of you own a pet store?”

Melo would again make that microgesture of a forehead lift above one eye, followed by a chuckle. “So, he’s talking highly of me now, eh? Way things were starting off, figured he was going to beat my head in. As for my goal?” A shrug. “I’m a grunt. I put my head down and do what needs to be done.” A hand would lift his drink to take a sip. “I’m not much of a leader when it comes down to it. Better way to look at it is that you’ve got my backing.” And then a glance at Ambrose, “You’ve got enough pets. I’m still the one that has to feed your cat in the morning.”
Leah Razortongue: (if it’s alright all, I’m kind of on the verge of wafflefacing :(
Melo: (Sleep well, yeah?)
Leah Razortongue: (is that ok?)
AJ B. (GM): "Well unfortunately his definition of high praise is. ’he’s a human worth keeping alive.’ still, he was impressed and doesn’t care to talk to us most times. We’ve been trying to get him to agree to something less extreme in his demands.
Melo: (For sure!)
Leah Razortongue: (I kinda feel bad always being the guy to do that D:)
AJ B. (GM): (yeah, rest well, get some sleep)
(you’re in the latest timezone)
(its 8 pm for me and him)
Melo: (Yeah. And a good sleeping pattern is nice. 10-11 pm for me as of late has been.. well.. Getting late)
Leah Razortongue: (oh :P yeah, it’s 10 here and I got up at 5 am)
Melo: (I almost never see midnight anymore)
(I roll out of bed at 5:30ish every day now..! Well.. 5:33.. but.. y’know)
AJ B. (GM): (I still see 5 am a lot and then crash for a few hours but Im insane.)
Leah Razortongue: (thanks for being awesome, I’ll make sure to be on time next time D:
Melo: (I did see 2 on Monday.. And yay! Don’t worry about it! Would you mind if we continued on to cover all the borning stuff at the party in prep for next week?)
Leah Razortongue: (sure! feel free to keep doing all the things without me, I’m an npc right now anyways :P)
Melo: (Haha)
Leah Razortongue: (I am the deer formerly known as ambrose)
(anyways, gnight and thanks again, also, thanks for running a great game, AJ :3)
Melo: (Sleep well!)
Leah Razortongue: passes out

Melo had to laugh a bit at the comment. “Yeah, that sounds about right. As far as his demands..” A shrug. “The issue exists on both sides of the coin. They just as much resent us as we resent them. I honestly don’t think I’ll still be alive when this land finds equality. It takes time. Hell, it took damn near two hundred years for humanity to find equality with other humans based on the color of their skin, and two more generations after that before that equality was even remotely common place.” His tone was spoken as statements of fact; sure, it wasn’t spot on for dates and years, but it was basic history for his day and age. We can dream, but we should keep our goals reasonable. A good push in the right direction for our children and our childrens’ children." And he’d sit back in his chair, falling quiet in thought for a moment, sipping at his drink again, blink script running once or twice as he looked off into space. “Stopping a civil war is a good goal, too, I suppose.”
AJ B. (GM): A few of them would nod and others would study you. “True enough, it is going to take time. Right now his main demand is either war with the Horrune or that every human be put on the block when they come around. Along with a few other things. That’s just the most unreasonable. We are concerned he may start that war on his own.”

Melo remained quiet in thought for a long moment, shifting his seat to look a bit out over the city, leaning forward in thought. Oh how well those mechanical eyes protected his soul, though someone good at reading people might still be able to pick up on the tencing of muscle behind his jaw. Finally, he sat back in his seat. “Cost too many lives on all three sides. He needs a focus for his rage, and frankly, this city doesn’t have a common enough threat that we can get ’em to focus that on.” A shrug. “Who’s his second and third? They as blood thirsty?”
AJ B. (GM): They seem to fall into thought and start discussing. "His second is more bloodthirsty, a Yeno named “Xrnal.” The other is a more honorable Sword Fist. Her name is “Krrin.” She doesn’t care much for their ways but she does follow their leads."

Melo didn’t have that aura of great trustworthiness about him. He lacked that vibe of charisma. What he had was that military upbringing. He’s not a politician. He’s a soldier. A Man Hunter. “Two targets then.” A sigh. “They are guilty of several crimes as it is.” Another shrug. “Problem is, we can’t make them martyrs.” And he’d again fall quiet in thought. Yep, from a hero that can save everyone with their high ideals to a proper murder hobo. “So that leaves us with the how.” Well.. Ok, maybe not murder hobo, but realist, with just a dash of murder. “Folks, I need to make one thing very clear to all of you: I kill people for a living. I’m a soldier. I’m not some great leader of men. Yeah, I’ve got some high ideals, and if I can avoid it, I’d like to. But it’s a card I’d have to keep on the table, because I don’t hold my ideals above the lives of thousands. He’s got power and demands that’re unreasonable, but he has a following, because things’re that bad. He presents hope and a way up for the people. Who does he listen to?”
AJ B. (GM): They consult again. “He listens to each person in the M-quarter, but I assume you are looking for more of an advisory role. Aside from his lieutenants, he does try to follow the advice of those who lead the various factions of the M-quarter.
There are 4 real factions, none official and two of them technically illegal. The Magicians, The Warriors, The Masters, and The Psis.”

Melo chuckles a bit, and nods. “Yeah. All four factions seem to want a war with a seafaring race? And being a peacekeeper, I’m fairly sure I wouldn’t be welcomed too much by half of those factions.” Even if he’d be quite happy to get to know some of the mages. “..Hell, the man got a favorite drink or something I can bring as a peace offering? What else is in the pipeline to help make life better down there?” Nope, he wasn’t great at economic development. It’s the slums. “Frankly folks, I’m all ears about just what we can do to try and calm ‘em, and get him to turn his efforts to something productive. No way in hell I’d be able to best ‘em in a fist fight, so that’s off.”
AJ B. (GM): They all shake there heads. “The warriors want a war. The rest are against it. Now that there is less obstacles we are trying to find ways to get a few of the better liked and more human D-bees into the peacekeepers. Aside from that we’ve offered to try and push for some of the” he clears his throat “less desirable humans to be on the docks with a price tag. Unfortunately he has refused that middle ground. Those of us with a bit more economic swing are wanting to try and set up better more fair shops down there, but thats often seen as a con game. As for a favorite drink, not any of us knows.”
Melo: “Yeah.. That sounds about right. My way or the highway. No win win situations.” Another shrug and then a long draught of his drink, to polish it off. “And guessing the shops have been tried and failed, or were bombed out? Have we looked into housing developments, on a voluntary basis? Likely cost an arm and a leg, but it’s a show of good will. First few to volunteer to deal with the displacement as brick and mortar gets laid down get in on the program, after that, have the D-Bee’s decide who gets a proper home next until we’ve got the quarter built up? Problem is, resources, and we’d need to be doing the same for some of the disadvantaged humans to keep the balance of public opinion.”
AJ B. (GM): They nod “That could work to some extent. The shops, we made the offer, he convinced them we would simply steal their wages. However I do believe we can manage the homes at least.”

Melo just.. Looks kinda blankly at the group for a long moment, in raw disbelief. That caught him off guard. “…Fuck’n hell. Makes me think shooting him would be the easier solution out of all of them.” Well, that was blunt. “Set up shop anyways. Hell, seed money and shipping agreements for some of the D-Bees who want to set up a shop. Owner operators. Give ‘em something to be proud of.. Granted, that’s thinking like a human, I suppose. And then the paperwork.” He’d roll his head back some to look up at the sky in thought. “I’m sure I can find at least a few people down there who want to work for a living, but..” A sigh. “Yeah. Meet him half way anyways.” And another shrug. “But just as much trying to sway public opinion with them about us.. How do we sway human’s opinions about them?”
AJ B. (GM): They shake there heads. “We honestly hadn’t considered swaying opinion the other way. We’ll set up the shops and do what we can there. Swaying public opinion about them. That’s harder.” They all look at each other and each one shrugs in turn, completely at a loss.

Melo nods in agreement. “Well.. Like I said inside.” A hand moved to wave over his shoulder at the house vaguely, “They’re people. They’re damned skilled people. How do we show that to humans? Hell, could shame people about being intolerant, but.. A lot of people see that as a virtue.” A sigh. “People fear the unknown. There isn’t enough of a reason or need for us to try and make people here want to think of themselves as better then another city that, honestly, might as well not exist because its outside of the walls. Virtue takes a back seat to survival.” And then he shook his head. “Listen, I’m babbling. Fuck.” And with that, he’d pull out his automag, remove the clip, set it on the table, and start to field strip it to try and clear his head. Well, if that isn’t an odd nervous tick…
AJ B. (GM): The man who led you to them watches you. “Hate to bother you while you’re messing with that, but you as good with other machines as you are with that?”

Melo humms? “I’d like to think so.” A quick glance down a removed barrel, a puff of air to clean it out before pulling one of his pipe cleaners out to take care of it. “How much is bionic compared to how much is just good ol’ nuts, bolts and gears?”
AJ B. (GM): “Whole thing is old, was told it was fully mechanical, they keep telling me to just replace it..”

Melo glanced around at the others, followed by a chuckle. “Where’s Vault when I need him.” An amused headshake followed, gun reassembled, clip put back in, safety checked, and back into it’s holster before he’d pull out a small tool kit from his belt pouch. Nothing fantastic, but a good field kit; a mechanic should never be caught dead without at least some pliers, screwdriver, adjustable wrench, and a few other things. He’d pat the table lightly. “All else fails, I can take a look at it in the shop. Be nice to get my mind off of politics.”
AJ B. (GM): Arnol rolls up his pantleg and undoes some bolts before putting his right leg up on the table in front of you.
Zea: (For now, calling it here. Leaving house at 4 am to drop roomie off at airport. For record keeping’s sake… Today is Thursday, March 5th, 2015, EXP is about to be given)
AJ B. (GM): In Game Timestamp Aug 24th 9 AM
Zea: (To GM) rolling 1d100< 59 Because I want to roll something, damnit. Mechanical engineering.
= 1 Successes
AJ B. (GM): Exp for the session is 300 for the night. extra 40 to Ambrose, Extra 70 to Melo.
Jacob R.: (haaay)
Zea: (Hai)
Jacob R.: (omg this character I just drew, if we do another campaign or need to make a new character, I wanna play him :P
AJ B. (GM): (oooo can I see?)
Jacob R.: (still in progress but yiss :3)
(dropbox is being mean :P)
Zea: (Neat1)
AJ B. (GM): Alright quick recap. you guys finished up your time at the party. both Leah and Melo have noticed some oddities in Ambrose’s behavior . The group was also gathered up and talked to by a few individuals who have agreed to do some funding in the M quarter. (now do we want to pick up on the drive home or next morning)

Melo would o’corse have to collect and escort out the Fiendwheels, unless they opted to stay; matter of security; he’d also need to fix some guy’s steampunk’d leg.
Leah Razortongue: (either works for me, I’m in a mirror :P)
Melo: (Otherwise, yeah. Either work)
AJ B. (GM): (Alright then we’ll skip to next morning) Ambrose had brought home one of the Cassowaries and had spent some time with it. He continued to stay far away from anything reflective and kept any mirrors covered around him when possible. (Fiendwheels were no trouble getting them out of the city.)

Melo would insist on the bird being kept in the main body of the APC; he’d even drop off Ambrose and the burd, and perhaps the alien dog critter at home; Charlie might not have been anywhere to be seen, or just as likely dropped off at the house to collect his truck before taking the Fiendwheels out of the gates, just as agreed upon. Pleasant goodbyes, well wishes, and all of that rot, and then back home to sleep, and figure out just what the hell to do about Charlie’s warrent.
Leah Razortongue: (:P)
(I’m not sure what I should do lol)
AJ B. (GM): (entirely up to you on that)

Leah Razortongue falls into the nearest available bed after all the goodbyes.
AJ B. (GM): The next morning its clear skies and the city seems calm. Charlie is up right around the same time as Melo.
Leah Razortongue: (oki then :P)
(If leah dies right here of her drug problem, then who do I play? :P)

Melo might end up sleeping in; the sun was up before he got back to the house in all likelihood. It’s not at all surprising that others would be awake before him. Breakfast would be found in the kitchen, o’corse, because that’s where food was found. Cornflakes. Again. “Morn’n. Hopefully the party went over well?” He still needed to check the coms, and see if that warrant was still active, or if he had managed to sway someone with enough influence to squash it.
Charlie: “Indeed, got some work outside the city. Thinking I might take it, get away from all the politics and twisted nonsense I’ve been dragged into since.”
Melo: “Might be for the best.. Fuck.” And hands would rub at his face some. “I still need to figure out just what the hell to do about your warrant. As far as I’m aware, they still want me to bring you in.” And more breakfast. “Either way, try not to wreck my truck.” A good natured jab at the hulking wolfman.
AJ B. (GM): Leah wakes up with Ambrose having slapped a hit of crash on her. “Hi!” he says in a super chipper voice.
Leah Razortongue: “huhwahblergfmmm….” (is waking up)

Melo had to stop at the look of the patch in plain sight. “..Aren’t you trying to get her off of that stuff?”
AJ B. (GM): He nods “Of course, but you can’t just go cold turkey, otherwise well she’d die. Wouldn’t she? You don’t want her dead, right Melo?” Wide eyed puppy dog stare.

Leah Razortongue sits up in bed. “what are you two even doing at my bed?”
Ambrose Betamax: “Had to come check on you. You looked like your chest was hurting and I thought that might help.”
Leah Razortongue: "…oh. ok…usually you look more worried when you do that.
Ambrose Betamax: He seems confused then says “Oh, I must just be getting used to it I guess. Though that means we need to get you off it sooner before I get completely compfortable.” He turns to Melo. “Have you had any ideas on how to help her?”
Zea: (Sorry, system crashed)
(I also totally misread things. Retcon Melo’s reaction ‘tell she’s down stairs?)
Leah Razortongue: (it’s kinda fun to just have you in there anyways :P)
Ambrose Betamax: (kind of a lot to retcon at that point as well)
(and hell, Ambrose going in her room carrying drugs seems like itd warrant checking on)
Zea: (True!)

Melo likely had caught Ambrose going up stairs with that patch in hand as he was on his way to check the house’s computer terminal. Yeah, that’ll do it. “Frankly, she’s a threat that I can due without in my life, but as far as getting her off, that was your mission, not mine.” Yeah, he’s kinda a jerk about it. She’s a druggie that’s tried to kill his friend and charge.
Leah Razortongue: (Clearly this is in fact a love triangle and melo is just jealous)
Melo: (She’s on his ‘shoot in the head at the first sign of threat’ list.)
Ambrose Betamax: He nods “Alright. Hmm. I think I know how to start.” He turns to Leah “Meet me downstairs in a few minutes I’ve got a Brilliant Idea.”

Ambrose Betamax skips down the stairs whistling.
Leah Razortongue: “melo….is he acting wierd or is it just me?”

Melo …had to be a smidge worried about that. All kinds of warning lights and bells were going off in his head. “…Right. What the fuck happened last night.” His gaze would soon be leveled on Leah.
Leah Razortongue: “er, for him.”
“during the party we explored a bit, and he freaked out looking at a mirror.”
(brb for a moment)
Melo: “Yeah.. That does sound a bit like him as of late.” And another frustrated headshake. “And afterwards? How long did he look at it? He black out afterwards?” And race his mind would go over the paperwork he’d read about it.
Leah Razortongue: (sorry I’m back)
Melo: (Welcome back)
Leah Razortongue: “he did some covering his eyes and stuff, and after he talked about his reflection trying to grab him…”
(thanks ^)
(this is embarrassing but I may need to take a break and go to the store for one or two things for job interview tomorrow, and they close in an hour and a half)
(could we take a break for a little bit so I can do that?)
(or you could keep going till I return :P)
Ambrose Betamax: (sure works for me)
Leah Razortongue: (thanks so much ^
It’s mucinex so I’m not sick all over the interviewer :P
Melo: (Yeah, breaks’re fine)
Leah Razortongue: (Okay, I’ll do it right now and be back soon! luckily leah is an npc and I’m in mirror land anyways :P)
Melo: (I’m actually gonna take advantage of the time and go get some food from the chinese place)
Ambrose Betamax: (kk, gonna make food myself.)
Leah Razortongue: (I return dramatically!)
Melo: (Back. I have food)
Ambrose Betamax: (same)
Leah Razortongue: (liars, that wasn’t dramatic. you need puffs of smoke)

Melo just blinked; that momentary hesitation, brain blacking out vision for that fraction of a second. Well, he can put two and two together. “That sounds about right.” And then he’d look after the deer that went down stairs. “..fucking mirrors.”

AJ B. (GM) converts into a swarm of multicolored lights before reforming into physical form

Leah Razortongue follows melo, worried. “why, it’s not like that kind of thing really happens, it’s just in his head. Right?”
Leah Razortongue: (lol)
AJ B. (GM): (damn, still lacks puffs of smoke)
Leah Razortongue: (not enough drama then)
Melo: “No. That kind of thing really happens. It’s Ambrose. He’s not very good at lying, or keeping up an act.” And to the computer he’d go, settling in to start pulling up data, as if nothing was amiss. “So, what’s the plan?” He’d call out.
Ambrose Betamax: “Simple, we find Leah something easier to handle and get her on something a less dangerous until we can get a better solution. I think we need to get to somewhere with better technology for that though.”
Leah Razortongue: (ha, the jig is up bodysnatcher, Ambrose dun know shit about technology :P)
Melo: “Uh-huh.” Type type type, click, type, that just came from the deer who’s first introduction to using a laser rifle was to tuck the barrel to his chest and try to point the butt end at a bottle. At least the suggestion was viable. “I’m sure we could find something that might work for that.” And into the local police files he’d go, checking to see if, by some miracle, he didn’t need to bring Charlie in.
(From Ambrose Betamax): It does seem Charlie has been cleared.
(From AJ B. (GM)): from me not him
(To GM): haha

Leah Razortongue coughs." Uh, yeah, maybe there’s a uh, place! yes, a place that specializes in this sort of thing, with the drugs. And the stopping them even though I don’t want to."
Leah Razortongue: (I have no idea how good leah is at the taking hint and going into fake conversation thing)
Ambrose Betamax: “Hmm, is there one in the city?”
AJ B. (GM): (reality, no)
Leah Razortongue: (ok so I guess I did that right then :P)
Melo: “Might be. I haven’t looked. Rehab is your mission, not mine.” Again, he’d continue typing away, checking through the news, other various reports of things that might be worth paying attention to, and interestingly enough, the help wanted ads. “Vault, close sweep of the house.”
Ambrose Betamax: “Well Leah, up for hunting up a few of the seedier parts of town? Maybe I can find another awesome pet to bring home.”

Melo also needs to come up with a good, convincing way to get back down to the core to talk to The Guardian, and figure out how to convince her to help him. “What about your bird that you just got? Or the rat? Hell, I still had to feed your cat this morning.”
Ambrose Betamax: “You’re right.” he runs and grabs the weredeer and puts it in his pocket and then brings the cassowary out. “We should ride around town in style.” He hops onto the cassowary and leans down offering his hand to Leah.
Leah Razortongue: “uuuh…..melo?”
Melo: “Not in the house!” was the shouted reply when the deer brought the giant, ball removing bird inside. He further had to wonder about the deer; never before had he seen him actually ride an animal, let alone an untrained and unbroken one.
Ambrose Betamax: (is trained, the party had some of them trained for races and he was allowed to take one of them)

Melo still didn’t know that! He missed most of the races. And by most, he means ‘all’.
Ambrose Betamax: “Oh alright, fine.” He leads the bird outside pouting.
Melo: rolling 1d20+2
= 15
AJ B. (GM): (need perception rolls from Melo and Leah)
(From AJ B. (GM)): you notice a window Ambrose is reflected in and seeing him moving a lot, and even see him breathe on it and write “EKAF S’HE” on it.
Leah Razortongue: rolling 1d20
= 6
(man, my tonsils are swollen I think D:)
Melo: (That’s not good)
(From AJ B. (GM)): “SEH” not she
(To GM): (Is it wrong that I have to wonder when he learned to write?)
AJ B. (GM): (ouch, that sounds painful)
Leah Razortongue: (eating huuurts D:)
(From AJ B. (GM)): no I completely spaced he cant write.
(From AJ B. (GM)): hate that literacy rule because its a pain to enforce/remember
(To GM): (I’m odd and like it)

Melo turned his head to look at a window, nodding once, before returning to the console and typing.
(To GM): An email, in binary, to himself, reading simply ‘Information and assistance requested’
(From Oracle): “What is required?”

Ambrose Betamax heads out onto the lawn and mounts up ready to ride around town and search out drug dealers.
(To GM): ‘“Information on the Guardian. Unsure how to phrase inquiry, but to use a human term, “Ambrose is a fucking idiot.”’would be how the email started, before he’d clear it out and start over, “Information on the Guardian to your core, if available. Her assistance is requested in a matter relating to her expertise in understanding of mirrors. Unsure of how best to approach subject or gain access on legitimate business.”

Leah Razortongue wonders what to do. She doesn’t trust this dopple ambrose, and even if he’s real, she doesn’t want to stop crash.
Melo: “..Make sure he doesn’t get himself shot, would’ja?”
Leah Razortongue: “….fine.” follows ambrose
(From Oracle): “She does not leave her post excepting in brief instances. I can put in an order for downtime under the implication that she is mortal and requires a recharging period. This would remove her currently from the core. I do not know where she goes however. If you prefer a meeting in her space can be arranged.”
Ambrose Betamax: Ambrose grins and rides off with Leah behind him picking a direction seemingly at random as he really does not have a clue where to find a drug dealer.

Leah Razortongue does her best to keep him from getting killed, and just lets him wander aimlessly, not really wanting him to actually find what he’s looking for.
Ambrose Betamax: After a while of wandering he looks over his shoulder at Leah. “Any ideas. I don’t think I’m having much luck. Actually, what does a dealer in this city even look like?”
(To GM): “Meeting at her posting is strongly favored. Two meetings may be required; a second with the presence of Ambrose. Unrelated inquiry: How are you, and how has the Administration responded to the changes in your code?”
Leah Razortongue: “eeer, maybe we should try again another time…”
(From Oracle): “Her schedule consists of solely guard duty and she is given free reign. She has indicated curiosity about the mirrors comment and is willing to meet with you in three hours. I am…alright. The administration has taken minor notice of the changes and seems to be content to let them remain at this time.”
Ambrose Betamax: “Alright, maybe I can figure out where I need to look some other time. Should we go home then?”
Leah Razortongue: “sounds like a plan to me.”
(To GM): “Thank you. Three hour time frame will work with no issue. Glad you’re well and that no signs of adjustments have shown themselves. If any adjustments are deemed required, I am more than willing to assist.”
Ambrose Betamax: Brings the Cassowary back home and lets it roam freely outside before bringing the weredeer in and feeding it scraps of meat. “I’m sorry we couldn’t find something to help you Leah.”
Leah Razortongue: “I’m not. you know I want to become a juicer…”
Ambrose Betamax: “I know. but we need to keep you alive long enough for that to happen, and something less lethal would make that easier.”
Leah Razortongue: “mmm. You do realize you can’t just stop taking crash right?”
Ambrose Betamax: “but if we found something similar enough wouldn’t you be able to drop to that as a first step?”
Leah Razortongue: (I don’t actually know :P)
(From Oracle): “That is appreciated, and the meeting with her has been scheduled. She has requested that it just be you for the moment.”
AJ B. (GM): (yeah, niether does Leah, she’s never looked into it)
Leah Razortongue: “I don’t know, I never looked into it.”
Ambrose Betamax: “Guess we will have to keep looking and try to figure it out. That or find someone who can turn you into a Juicer sooner rather then later.”
Leah Razortongue: “the latter would be great!”
Zea: (Sorry, system crashed again)
Ambrose Betamax: “So, where would be the best place for us to find you that then?”
Leah Razortongue: (does leah have any ideas on that?)
“Germany or Japan. Far away places.”
(To GM): “Agreed. Assistance is highly appreciated. Additional unrelated information: Attempts are being made to help address inequality within the M-Quarter. Humans intend to assist by offering financial, housing, and employment assistance in the quarter.”
Ambrose Betamax: “Alright, hmm.” yells “Melo, can you build us some kind of awesome boat that turns into kraken?”
(From Oracle): “Excellent that should ease many of the tensions though it may aggitate some merchants as well.”
Leah Razortongue: (tbh I really want to see that boat now)

Melo just.. stared at Ambrose. “Where’d you leave your mirror at?”
Ambrose Betamax: “Umm, which Mirror?”
Melo: “The one you took from the place with the elevator.”
Ambrose Betamax: “Oh, yeah its upstairs in my pack. Do you want me to go get it?”

Melo gave a wave of his hand as he rose up, closing out of and shutting down the house’s work station. “Nah. I got it. As far as a kraken bot, might take a while, hell of a lot of credits, and time.”
Ambrose Betamax: He seems sad he wont have a kraken boat. “Hmm, I think we might be able to swim to germany.”
Leah Razortongue: “Oh, he’s decided we’re going to germany.”

Melo just shook his head in a bit of amusement before heading up stairs, “Not gonna lie, it’ll be nice to go back home. Rather get there safely, and in one piece. Besides, we’re needed here, right now.”

Melo would of course check Ambrose’s pack once upstairs, collecting the mirror without looking into it, covering it with a bit of cloth, or a bag before it’d go into his pack, and safe out of sight. “For now, I’ve got some running around to do.”
AJ B. (GM): Melo you make it down into the guards room and she greets you with a nod while sitting crosslegged on the floor.
Leah Razortongue: (omg it would have been awesome if we all went and made ambrose come to the mirror room)

Melo would have taken the sky cycle for the trip, the APC locked down properly outside of the hangar. The standard checking in at the front desk for his access card, a hello to [Cactus drink man] should he be in. And then down stairs, into that locked down room, door closed securely behind him before offering a salute. He didn’t bring his armor, likely quite stupidly, just a simple backpack, and his portable computer. “Evening.” And then he’d turn to nod to one of the security cameras, and offer a salute. “So. I’m not sure who has who at a disadvantage, but..” A shrug, and then he’d offer a hand out to the woman. “Melo Craft. I don’t think I’ve properly introduced myself.”

Valerie Zemon extends her hand as well “Valerie Zemon. and likely since you came to me for answers I’d probably give myself the edge. You want to know about mirrors right?”

Melo shook that offered hand. “May I?” And then he’d indicate the floor, as if asking to take a seat. He’d sit if permitted before pulling the mirror out from the pack, still wrapped securely in it’s bundle. “Yeah. A friend of mine, the narcoleptic one is.. Well, frankly, he’s a moron, but I still owe him a debt of gratitude that tends to involve ‘keeping him alive and safe’. I’ve got no clue how this thing works, but I think he’s trapped in it, with something that isn’t him on the outside.” He’d hold it out, face down, still wrapped, “Don’t look into it. That’s how it starts. Frankly, I simply don’t know how I can help him, and with your reputation..” He’d trail off for a moment.
Valerie Zemon: She nodded at the request for a seat and then looked at the mirror. “Trapped in this mirror, or trapped on the other side of mirrors?”
Melo: “This one started it. As far as I’m aware, he’s trapped on the other side of.. Well.. Just about any of ‘em. Saw him freaking the fuck out in a window when whatever’s on this side walked out the front door.”

Ambrose Betamax waves his arms around.
Valerie Zemon: her eyes flare for a moment and she glares at the mirror as if ready to smash it. “Then you’ve got a few options depending on what it is.”

Melo nodded, listening respectfully.

Ambrose Betamax waves semaphore flags around.
Valerie Zemon: “I couldn’t tell you what it is without dealing with it myself. However if it acts like him if his life took a different path, just shove it against another reflection and the problem will solve itself. If it seems like something someone poorly programmed to mimic him without real emotions. you’re gonna need to go in after him and kill whats here. If whats here seems like an exact duplicate of him down to the tiniest details you’re welcome to come with me while I pick a new continent to live on.”

Melo couldn’t help but laugh at that last one. “He’s.. Off. Very much so not himself. Still seems to care about stuff, but.. Yeah. He’s not himself” Another nod. “As far as finding a new place to live, I think you’re still safe here. I appreciate the help with him. If it turns out I need to go in after him though.. How?”
Valerie Zemon: She shrugs and taps the mirror “Well that got him in there presumably you could do the same thing. That or if he is where I think he is I can take you.”
“Granted the closer the other one is, the easier finding the real one will be”

Melo shook his head at the suggestion of the mirror. “That’s the other thing I was a bit worried about, and am unsure if you’d be able to help, or if I just need to find him a good shrink. Looking into this thing has managed to give him an irrational fear of his reflection. Granted, if this is something he’ll be dealing with going forward..”
Valerie Zemon: She laughs “Oh now thats funny, irrational fear huh?”

Melo offered a lopsided smile, “Well.. I suppose now it’s a rather rational fear, but.. Y’know what I mean, yeah?”
Ambrose Betamax: (seems rational to mee, I got ate by a mirror.)
Valerie Zemon: She nods “Yeah I do, and I doubt it will go away just by getting out, but he might feel a little less concerned once he knows he isn’t stuck there. The Nightlands aren’t exactly pleasant.”
Melo: “Yeah..? Quite a few places these days that aren’t pleasant to be anymore. One of the reports I’d found about this thing indicates an aging reflection. Think he’ll ever recover from that?”
Valerie Zemon: She shakes her head in confusion. “Never heard of anything like that before.”
Melo: “Yeah.. That’s part of why I warned you not to look into it. You keep the Oracle safe; you’re not exactly someone that I want incapacitated if I can avoid it. It’s.. not a pleasant thing according to the literature.”
Valerie Zemon: “Appreciated. most people don’t believe sitting here is all that vital of a job.”
Melo: “Yeah, well, you’re a hell of a lot better of a guard system then a robotic or electronic one. Even if most don’t know that it exists.” A shrug. “Either way, I appreciate the help, more then I can express in words. If I need to, would it be permissible for me to bring the other him down here?”
Valerie Zemon: She nods “Provided you don’t object to his death should I feel it neccessary.”

Melo froze just a bit at that. “…Tell me about where you think he’s at?”
Ambrose Betamax: (eep!)
Valerie Zemon: “The Nightlands are…difficult to describe. Imagine this world except as a bleak reflection of itself. You’re a soldier right?”

Melo nods. “Yeah. This world’s a picnic compared to some of the stuff I’ve seen.”
Ambrose Betamax: (does this mean I get to come out of this haunted by the ghosts of my past n stuff?)
Valerie Zemon: “Alright, so right now you’re here because you feel obligated to your friend and want to help him. You came through everything you saw during whatever wars you went through this way. But take a moment and think about all the things you went through, imagine a version of yourself who became callous to the point of cruelty, who no longer saw friends but simply the used and the user. Who’s life was just tweeked enough to alter his moral code to be seen as the antithesis of yours.”

Melo nods a bit. “..Wouldn’t take much to have pushed me that way. Saw too many good and innocent people die back then.” Oh the joys of the protection those mechanical eyes gave him; but the rest of his face told the stories. He’d even tense his jaw for only a moment. “..Yeah. All else fails, He very well may survive the experience, but I just can’t let his soul be hurt that badly.” Well, he did need to preserve that innocence; learning is one thing. Traumatizing is another thing entirely.
Valerie Zemon: She laughed “you’re lucky he’s stayed near the mirrors. otherwise he wouldn’t be alive period. A narcoleptic that needs that much protection. This isn’t just one or two people, this is that entire world. Here we imprison people, we attempt to rehabilitate, we believe they can be better. But if we thought they were lost causes, and the whole world was of the attitude they were a drain, would we keep even one of them alive?”
Ambrose Betamax: (oh god poor ambrose)
(his entire species must have been wiped out then)
Valerie Zemon: (not quite otherwise you wouldnt have a doppleganger)
Ambrose Betamax: (oh yeah.)
Melo: “Yeah. Makes sense. He’s been there since.. Last night so far.” And a hand would reach out once more. “I appreciate your help. And for what it’s worth, I know guard duty can be boring as hell. If you’d like some time or another, be more then willing to come down and at least keep you company, or bring you a news paper or something, if you’d like. Least I can do as thanks.”
Valerie Zemon: “Feel free to come visit, its nice to chat with someone. They don’t really care much what I do so long as no one gets through unauthorized. Let me know how things turn out with your friend.”
Melo: “Hardest part’ll be that door.” A lopsided smile followed, the mirror tucked away if it was returned, once more covered and hidden. “And I’ll let you know. Shouldn’t be too hard to bring him to a mirror.. Hopefully.”
Valerie Zemon: She’d nod and just watch as you left.

Melo would return home in short order; After all, the bike wasn’t the slowest thing on the road. Or air, for that matter. He’d at least avoid drawing the attention of cops though, obeying speed limits relatively, along with proper flight protocols, A hopefully uneventful flight later, the bike would be tucked away in the hangar and locked down before he’d head inside. “Hey Ambrose, you around?”
Ambrose Betamax: “Down here Melo” would come the response from the wine cellar.

Melo was sure there was a full body mirror or two in the house, somewhere or another. “Vault, my room. May need to restrain Ambrose without bodily harm,” was the quiet call over the radio in his pocket; after all, he wasn’t wearing his suit, and then he’d respond, “C’mon up here. I got something for you that you may like. I’ll meet you in your room.” It’s a gamble, but what’cha gonna do?
Ambrose Betamax: “Ohhh, did you make a model of my boat?” He runs up the stairs to his room.
(is hopefully near that mirror)
(or I guess I’m being murdershoved into the mirror by the mirror versions of ourselves or something :P)

Melo hopefully had enough time to get that mirror set to the side of the door; the big, full body one the deer had covered in a sheet. The door was open, but the mirror was uncovered, if behind him as he wandered in, to be met with a smile, “No, not quite your boat. Something a bit better,” was the reply.. And as soon as the deer was in, a moment of grappling would find him pushed against the mirror a bit roughly. Yeah, murdershoving is about right.
Ambrose Betamax: (lol I dunno what this is supposed to look like :P)
AJ B. (GM): You push him against the mirror and although nothing visual happens he does yell “No DON…” only to be cut off abruptly and (I leave it in your hands how you react to your return)

Ambrose Betamax is suddenly covered in wounds of varying degrees of severity, some serious. he collapses on the floor, shaking uncontrollably.

Melo would be a bit shocked at suddenly finding a rather battered and bruised deer-bee in his arms. “Shit.” Yep, that about sums it up, “Vault! Med kit, stat!” And to the bed he’d attempt to move the deer; it was only a few feet, but at least a bed would be more comfortable then the hardwood, or even carpeted floors of the house. Where’s Charlie when he was needed most? Out of town already in all likelihoo.

Vault walks in with the Medkit and looks at Ambrose “Did Mr. Betamax find a new pet that he desired?”

Melo was cursing under his breath, collecting the med kit from the droid and popping it open. “Knowing him, probably. Fire up the Epok and get me directions to the nearest medical facility that’ll treat a D-Bee.” Well, where does one start? Bleeding first, right? Uh.. Lets go with general first aid treatment, to stop any bleeding. He still didn’t expect the city to be willing to transport him in a city ambulance.
AJ B. (GM): After a couple minutes he has the vehicle ready and the directions in mind. “Commander it will take us six minutes to arrive.”
Ambrose Betamax: (I assume leah is around there too? and albion?)
AJ B. (GM): Both are around. Having heard Melo order the Medkit they have rushed in to see whats wrong. Albion tilts his head sideways and noses at Ambrose. Leah looks down and cusses before walking over to the window and punching it, slicing her hand open in the process. “God damn it Betamax.”
(window in ambrose’s room for clarity)
Ambrose Betamax: (damn it leah, this is how you get drafts)
Melo: rolling 1d100< 56 First Aid and a miracle.
= 1 Successes
Ambrose Betamax: (not only have you healed me, but I can now fly.)
AJ B. (GM): (maybe if he rolled that on surgery in a full operating suite lol)
(However Ambrose is not in any immediate danger of death now) sore and pretty badly beat up and likely needing a couple bones set and casted.

Melo would likely be burning the midnight brain oil, pulling up page after page of various medical texts he’d read about the basics of first aid; setting limbs, staunching bleeding, proper binding bandages and tourniquets. Enough to hopefully stabilize the deer. “Leah, grab the blanket. It’s a shitty stretcher, but we need something to get him down stairs and into the truck.” He’d grab the other end, and hope that people would follow orders for once, and use the bedding to help cart a prone deer-bee down and to the APC.
AJ B. (GM): She does so without any question and helps you get him down there. Albion flies above following you two in the air.

Ambrose Betamax coughs a little blood and mumbles something about everyone being assholes all of a sudden in his comatose haze.

Melo would be up in the cab of the APC in a flash, and the pedal to the metal to that hospital.. God he hoped it was a hospital. Time was already wasting, and he had no idea how bad the internal injuries were. Within minutes, that monster of an APC would be rolling to a stop outside the facility, the front entrance switch flipped, and he’d be racing in to find a proper stretcher, if it looked like a place that would actually have one at a glance; otherwise, he’d be barking orders at Leah to help him bring the bleeding deer in with that blanket.
AJ B. (GM): Oddly it is an actual hospital in one of the better neighborhoods. They do have a stretcher and two nurses even run outside with you.
(alright its getting late so do you guys want to call it here?)
Melo: (Yeah, we’re right at bed time for Blind, yeah?)
Ambrose Betamax: (sounds about right, I do have that interview i nthe morning)
(such cliffhanger much suspense)
Melo: (For sure get some rest, and feel better! Good luck with the job!)
Ambrose Betamax: (thaaanks :D
AJ B. (GM): (yep, good luck with the interview, rest well, and hopefully feel better.)
Ambrose Betamax: (thanks for a great game btw :3)
Melo: (Yeah! Thanks a ton for an awesome game tonight)
Ambrose Betamax: (poor ambrose :P)
Zea: Tonight is Thursday, March 12th, 2015. EXP is about to be given.
Ambrose Betamax: can the new title of the game be poor ambrose? :P
AJ B. (GM): (no problem, was a lot of fun)
400 xp for each tonight.
Ambrose Betamax: thanks ^^
Zea: Lotta fun. And yay non-dead deer!
AJ B. (GM): In Game Timestamp Aug 24th 3 pm
Ambrose Betamax: yaaaaaaaaaaay cough

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