Chapter 4 Mental Scarring says I Care

Jacob R.: Ambrose betamax, the opener of presents, the tamer of cassowaries, the owner of kittens and a small skewer, has arrived!
Zea: I have discovered I have one more slice of pizza in my fridge then I thought.
Today is a good day.
Jacob R.: I have jalapeno popppers :D
Cackle H.: Cassowaries all die.
They’re like surf nazis.
Jacob R.: nuuuu
Cackle H.: Yes.
Jacob R.: I must show the world the true wonder of cassowaries :O
AJ B. (GM): I fear what happens when he finds those spiders lol
Cackle H.: Which spiders?
Oh, the ones we discussed?
You actually rifted them from SouthEast Asia to Australia?
AJ B. (GM): In a couple places yeah. and did a few other things along those lines

Jacob R. very carefully burns all references to spiders in the game.

Cackle H. burns cassowaries.
Jacob R.: nuuuuuuu
Cackle H.: Ohhh…Barbecued cassowary.
Bet it tastes like giant chicken.
Or chocobo
Zea: Likely Chocobo.
AJ B. (GM): do chocobos taste like chocolate?
Zea: unlikely.
Cackle H.: Chocobos taste like giant chicken.
WARK!
Jacob R.: SAVE THE CASSOWARIES
Cackle H.: As long as ‘save’ means ‘murder and eat’.
Jacob R.: dies
AJ B. (GM): rolling 1d4
(
3
)
= 3
Zea: Yeah.. Blind, this spreadsheet’ll keep track of everything, as long as I can figure out the skill growth formulas.
Jacob R.: :O
zea spent like a whole week doing math for it, I feel so bad ;o;
Zea: closer to 3 weeks at this point, to be honest.
But I’m enjoying myself.
I’m also setting it up for myself, mind you.
Jacob R.: my god man
I’d die
Zea: I mean, I could have just said ‘here you go’ and handed it to you and let you figure it out.
But I’m turning it into a fully automated ‘Fill in a few of the blanks and you’re good’ system.

Cackle H. noms Tony Checherie’s on a chicken pot pie
AJ B. (GM): well, almost time, so might as well get the recap up.
Cackle H.: Technically half an hour past time
AJ B. (GM): You guys went and found a place to hide your vehicle in a cave, found a secret entrance to a completely deranged lab of some kind with all kinds of bizzare shit stored in it. The deer “snuck” the mirror back out, and took a special flying skewer. You met someone else down in there messing with files. Krem became quickly convinced that this was not a good place to be, and was quite happy to be leaving. Two of you on the elevator. Krem on her bike above the elevator, and your “fearless leader” staying behind to finish up a few tasks before planning to catch up with you.
(I miss anything important?)
Melo: (Kat is out cold in the elevator after being dragged there, and Ambrose got a kitten)
AJ B. (GM): (oh yeah, so thats easy enough to cope with. Everyone ready to get started?)
Cackle H.: ((Been ready for half an hour :P))
((How did Vault get past us in the elevator?))
Melo: (Very slow elevator Sage nod)
AJ B. (GM): As you guys are about to pass the last floor the elevator stutters to a hault and opens to reveal Melo, carrying an easy bake oven, and Vault standing beside him.
Melo: Hey guys. Took you long enough.

Ceukeausraa Krem blink blinks. “So anyway.” She grabs Kat and carries her over to the APC, loading her into the back
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((I’m assuming the giant black block is the APC))
AJ B. (GM): (sure lets go with that)
(apparently thats actually a section of fog of war that I didnt delete along the way)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Draw an APC under it, then clear it :P))

Ambrose Betamax heroically carries his kitten to the PAC after braving the terror of the elevator
Ambrose Betamax: (oh no, our apc is on it’s side!)

Melo heads on over, robot in tow, to put the oven in the APC. “So, before we head out before I was so distracted.. Anyone hungry?”
AJ B. (GM): As you approach the back of the APC you can hear two things, a scritching noise coming from near the front, and the sound of rain outside.

Ceukeausraa Krem would load Kat up into the APC first, then investigate the noise emanating from ‘near the front’. Presumably of the APC, not the cave. Obviously, rifle would be at the ready.

Melo stops dead, and carefully sets the oven down at the noise, popping his auto-mag free of its holster. “Vault, on your guard.” And around to try and get a look at what might be up front he’d go.
Vault: Acknowledged Commander.
AJ B. (GM): (yeah sorry, front of APC, as you look, you see three Koala’s climbing around on your APC.)
Ambrose Betamax: (aaaaaaaw)

Ambrose Betamax introduces the koalas to his trusty kitten

Melo laughs just a bit after a moment, and casually reholsters his gun after putting the safety back on. “Well, That could have been worse.” And back to the oven to make sure its secure in the back of the truck.
Ambrose Betamax: (ambrose, kitten and koala tamer)
Melo: (..Ya know, Koalas’re friggen vicious critters)
AJ B. (GM): The Koalas run off and huddle in a corner of the cave as Ambrose approaces them.
Ambrose Betamax: (aaaw)
AJ B. (GM): (on rifts earth, vicious non MDC beings tend to die off pretty fast lol, flight became the dominant survival method after a while)
Melo: (This is true!)
Ambrose Betamax: (I wonder why they’d be afraid of a deer with a kitten? :P)
AJ B. (GM): (Anyhow, now that vehicles are stored what is your guys plan from here?)
Ambrose Betamax: (to teach these koalas to like deers and kittens.)

Melo climbs on into the APC after the oven was settled. “Three ounce steak, medium rare, on a plate with a knife and fork and half an ounce of steak sauce.” Door of oven gets opened. “Vault, prep the hover-cycle, would’ja?”

Vault does as ordered. After all, he’s a robot.
AJ B. (GM): All of that is setting in the oven just as stated.

Melo Enjoys a small lunch of meat. Yay meat.
Ambrose Betamax: :O

Ceukeausraa Krem points out to Melo “We should go ahead and start walking to Perth, or find a new place to hide these vehicles…Just in case, though, I need to change.” She looks around for somewhere with a bit of privacy.
Ambrose Betamax: (I wonder if it can make eaucaliptus)
AJ B. (GM): (there is a small nook, in the cave big enough to give you some privacy, theres also the elevator lol)
Melo: Oh? Don’t want to try and trade in the hovercycle for a trip in? I’m fine with the walk. Vault, hold off on prepping the bike." And out of the APC he’d go, to give Krem needed privacy as well.

Ambrose Betamax cant read the instructions on the oven.

Ambrose Betamax tries anyway, what the hell. “Uh…Koala treats.”
AJ B. (GM): As ambrose opens the door, the smell of fresh meat wafts out, and a steaming bag of nugget shaped food appears with the label “Koala treats, 100% Real Koala”
Melo: (HA! I was almost expecting that.)
Ambrose Betamax: (;o;)

Ambrose Betamax throws those treats at melo at his next oppurtunity and tries again. “Treats FOR koalas…”

Melo laughs just a bit. “Be explicit in what you want. No euphemisms, no slang, none of that. Direct—” And he’d try to catch the thrown bag of hopefully sealed food, “Hey!”
AJ B. (GM): This time when you open the door you find the inside of the oven is bigger then the outside and a cross between a bonsai and eucalyptus tree in a pot full of dirt is inside.
Ambrose Betamax: “yay!” grabs it and heads for the koalas again
(ambrose betamax, koala whisperer
Melo: (Yes. We now have a food producing Tardis. This is why I had to go raid the place)

Ceukeausraa Krem says, “They see us approaching with a vehicle from Melbourne, they may decide to shoot first, and ask questions never. We should discuss the trade, then execute it.” Then she would enter the elevator to change, and exit decked out in JA Plate. No, she had not been wearing her MDC armour this whole time. Good thing she’s taken no damage as of yet. Even her head is covered by the helmet, if it weren’t for the fact she was observed entering the elevator, she would be unrecognizable.
Ambrose Betamax: (I didnt observe her. who dat?!)
Melo: True enough. We should be able to reach the city before night fall, I’d hope. (It’s about that time that we could do it, yeah?) Though that might mean a trek back in the dark if they don’t let us in.

Ambrose Betamax tries to tempt the koalas with his treats
AJ B. (GM): As you approach the Koalas they sniff at the air and watch you getting closer, when you are about three steps away they run out into the rain. and are quickly lost from sight.
Ambrose Betamax: (NUUUU)
AJ B. (GM): (I think the bird in Up might be a cassowary)

Ambrose Betamax leaves the plant where they’ll find it and heads back to the group. aaaw.
Ambrose Betamax: (at least I still have my kitten.)
AJ B. (GM): (and yes you can easily make the trek before nightfall)
(hell unless Im mistaken on speeds it shouldn’t be much trouble to do it quickly for most of you. its only 8 miles to the city gates)

Melo deposits some of the spoils in various places in the APC, and otherwise checks his gear, then nods. “I should be all set.”
AJ B. (GM): (question becomes, what do you do about the unconcious person in your apc?)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((I can move at 28 MPH, and I think that’s without running. And what else, leave her there? It’s safer for her there than pretty much anywhere else.))
Ambrose Betamax: (someone is unconscious in our apc?)
AJ B. (GM): (just making sure)
(Kat is, Krem put her there)
Ambrose Betamax: (ah ok)
AJ B. (GM): Alright, trek is relatively short and easy aside from the rain being a mild nuisance. As you approach the city you can see that the gates are wide open but there are 6 guards standing outside of it. As you approach they all level their weapons at you and one of them yells out. “Halt, state your names and business.”
Ambrose Betamax: " Sir August Buchananbergson the third ESQ! I’m here to sell refridgerators to your fine city!"
(To GM): leaving the ‘fires random stuff’ gun behind and secured in one of the cabnits; likely the same one with the rifle parts and most likely leaving behind my second rifle for weigh’s sake.), tucking the phone away in another coubard, giving the pen to Vault as he’s most likely not effected by it (Really should test that theory..) and leaving the oven secured in the APC. Also leaving a note for Kat with where we went, as a courtesy, and a radio frequency.

Ceukeausraa Krem nods. “Jerikha White. We’re here seeking refuge from the wilderness. We just arrived here.”

Ceukeausraa Krem shows her hands to show she is ‘unarmed’.
Ambrose Betamax: “(whispers) oh where not doing the…oh ok.”

Melo also holds his hands out in the same general gesture of ‘no harm’, “Rifted in. Bill Evans. Not looking to cause any trouble, just trying to get our bearings and find some work.”
Ambrose Betamax: (hay I remembered my name I’m kinda proud)

Vault remains wordless, o’corse.
AJ B. (GM): The guards turn their weapons towards Vault. “And you ‘borg? What’s your name and business here?”
(Im curious how many titles you can tack onto it or if it will actually end at Esq lol)
Vault: My Designation is Unit V4I_IL7-328A4I-6BQ8. I accompany Bill to aid in both his protection and mechanical repairs and endevors.
Ambrose Betamax: (I added a sir this time ^^)
AJ B. (GM): (ahh missed that)
Melo: I call ‘em Vault for short.
AJ B. (GM): "Entry is 25k per individual, non negotiable. If you can’t pay you best leave quicklike."
Ambrose Betamax: “I call him Dave.”

Ceukeausraa Krem tilts her head to the side. “Does the robot count as an individual?”
AJ B. (GM): “Depends, you gonna let us crack his skull open to check if he is a borg or a bot?”
Melo: He’s a bot, can trust me on that. Would rather not have my property damaged, thank you kindly.
Ambrose Betamax: (I could totally just whistle at them a lot right now :D)
AJ B. (GM): The guards laugh loudly. “Trust you, very funny, prove he aint a borg or pay the fee for him. Makes no difference to me which you choose.”
Ambrose Betamax: (seriously starts thinking about a good peppy song to whistle)

Ceukeausraa Krem twitches. Homocide is beginning to seem like a really good idea right now. “Come on guys, let’s go for now.” And would head off to one side of the city, rather than away from it.
AJ B. (GM): (Murder Hobo Squad ASSEMBLE!)
Ambrose Betamax: “cant you guards see we have a kitten?! no one bad has kittens! D:”
Melo: “No problem. Thanks for your time gentlemen. Stay dry and safe out here, y’hear?” And with that, he’d turn to follow Krem, nudging Ambrose along with. “Let it go, deer boy.”
Ambrose Betamax: “humans are stupid sometimes.”goes with melo
AJ B. (GM): One of them levels a gun at the cat. “In about 3 seconds no one will have a kitten period.” The guard who had spoken before waves his hand at the one aiming for the cat to lower his gun as you walk away.
(does anyone look back as you head towards the side of the city?)
Ambrose Betamax: ….(I dont like that guard.)
(I look back)

Vault has sensors in the back of his head.
AJ B. (GM): You notice the lead guard elbow the one behind him and he breaks off from his group following you at a good twenty paces behind.
Ambrose Betamax: “oh deer he’s following us.”
Melo: Mmhmm. Would expect ‘em to. Give ’em a bit. If he doesn’t stop, we simply ask ‘em what he’s doing. We’ve done nothing wrong, nor do we plan to. Why give ’em suspension of such?
AJ B. (GM): He continues to follow you, His gun hanging loosely in his grip and pointed at the ground.
Ambrose Betamax: (where are we going, anyways)

Melo turns about, and continues to walk casually. “Anything we can help you with, Sir? Your CO told us to get lost, so ‘s what we’re doing after all.”

Ceukeausraa Krem smirks. One guard to tail four “people”? That was just dumb. “Alright. I’m going to follow the wall. You three break in different directions, then regroup along the wall. If you find a break and aren’t being tailed, sneak in. Otherwise, make your own break. If you’re being tailed, find a way to ditch or kill this asshole.” She’d lean in to whisper. She was hoping she’d be the one to draw him off by following the wall.
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((…Dammit.))
Melo: (Retcon mine)
AJ B. (GM): (kk, so ignore Melo’s and follow Krem’s plan then?)
Melo: (Yep!)

Ambrose Betamax starts walking in a random direction that hopefully isnt into the wall.
Ambrose Betamax: (smacks face into wall)
AJ B. (GM): (Alright) As you break off he follows Krem, closing the distance to 10 paces, ignoring the others breaking off.

Melo simply grunts a quiet acknowledgment before turning to head off to the north west, or south east, depending on where the wall is; Though he’d keep Vault with him, partly because of cover story.

Ceukeausraa Krem obviously, would follow the wall as she had been, since that would presumably make her the greatest ‘threat’.
AJ B. (GM): After the other two are a good distance away, he yells “Wait up!” and runs to start walking alongside Krem.
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Who does, the guard?))

Melo might give it a good quarter to half mile before doubling back, once he was sure he wasn’t being followed.
AJ B. (GM): (yep, the guard)
(other three sorry forgot about Vault)

Ceukeausraa Krem stops, and turns, putting a hand on the hilt of one of her many knives. “What’cha need?” She asks casually. Her body doesn’t tense for combat, but that may be because it doesn’t necessarily need to as much as anything.
AJ B. (GM): Melo, Vault and Ambrose. You all are able to circle back and get to the wall. (question is do you try and meet up, or search seperately?)
Ambrose Betamax: (mmm Deer has herd mentality, he’ll look for someone to be with)

Melo has radio frequencies handy. He’d keep searching and listen on open frequencies, either for radio chatter, standard security, scrambled transmissions, things of that nature. General stuff to listen to, along with any people griping about the drudge work or single guards checking in at various locations as he wandered along.
AJ B. (GM): Alright well wouldn’t be hard for Ambrose to find Melo and Vault. You are able to meet back up and continue your search.
Ambrose Betamax: :P
(okies)

Ambrose Betamax helps melo seach as best he can.
(From AJ B. (GM)): Over the radio the main three frequencies are broadcasting a set of repetitive announcements about laws in the city, a music station playing nothing but bluegrass, and the last one is broadcasting a repetition of 1s and 0s.
(To GM): Hey Vault. Able to translate that last one?
Vault: The signal appears to be a repetition of a 18 works. “Kill, life, please, not, sound, dead, mind, let, crazy, die, all, forgot, lost, evil, help, end, devils, madness”

Ambrose Betamax gets all touchy feely with the wall, after perching his kitten in his antlers to hang out.

Melo nods. “Sounds a touch crazy.” Walking would continue, checking for anything else, radio again set to Krem’s channel and listening just in case. At least the weather was nice. Helmet would go on at this point, however. After all, its raining.
AJ B. (GM): As you guys are feeling the wall you hear footsteps and see the guard walking by back towards the gate, he pays you no mind at all.

Melo simply nods at the guard without a word in passing.

Ambrose Betamax looks casual.

Ambrose Betamax , ones the guard is out of sight again, keeps looking for ways into the city.

Melo heads towards the direction that Krem should be in.
Ambrose Betamax: (oh whoops, I’m staying with melo)
AJ B. (GM): After a little while of walking you find Krem and are all back together again.

Ceukeausraa Krem follows soon after the guard, and regroups. “I’ve negotiated our way in the front door.” She says simply. The way she says it seems to imply that, yes, our identities are safe, and no, you shouldn’t ask questions.

Ambrose Betamax group hugs!

Melo nods. “Works for me. What ID should I be using? Bill or Gary?”
AJ B. (GM): The kitten claws its way up to Ambrose’s shoulder to avoid being squashed.
Ambrose Betamax: “and what should I add to mine?”
(I thought I had her riding in my anlers :P)
Ceukeausraa Krem: “Since you already named yourself Bill, you should probably stick with it.” She just cuts her eyes at Ambrose.
Ambrose Betamax: “Maybe I need a middle name….” is still holding the hug together

Melo nods. “Works for me. Just want to make sure we’ve got our stories straight. Lets head in, yeah?”
Ambrose Betamax: ( I wonder what the guard got out of it)
AJ B. (GM): As you guys approach the gate, the guards split into two single file lines and the front guard on your right, the one who did most of the speaking earlier says "Welcome to Melbourne, please keep the peace and report to the central office at your earliest convenience to get your paperwork in order.
Ambrose Betamax: “thank you sirs, and if any of you would like a refrigerator…”

Melo gives a standard salute to the guards, “Thank you, Sir.” And right on in he’d walk, casual as ever.

Vault follows as well. Because robot.

Ambrose Betamax followes melo with his cat in his antlers still.
Ambrose Betamax: (I’m gonna get her a lil hammock for riding up there)
AJ B. (GM): As you enter the city, the first thing you notice is a 30 story office building at the very center of the city rising above the rest of the buildings. Next is the similarities to Perth, lots of cameras and surveillance, but there is also a more lively atmosphere here. More people wandering about who seem generally happier, despite the surveillance and the regular police patrols. The buildings are painted rather garishly near the gate and seem to fade to more somber tones the farther in you get.
Melo: Well, this seems like a lively enough place. Should we go get our paperwork taken care of then? Or do we want to hit up some of the shops?

Ceukeausraa Krem grins a bit. “Let’s get our paperwork done first, as a show of good faith.” That grin becomes a smirk. “Then we can work on looking around.”

Melo nods. “Paperwork it is.” And toward the main office he’d head, hopefully with the rest of his party.

Ambrose Betamax stays with the group
AJ B. (GM): As you head through the streets you find the crowd thins some as you get closer to the main building. There are a few people milling about in front of the office building but they pay you no mind. Inside you find a wide simple entryway with a hallway leading left and right. A sign in front of you with arrows on it states. Left, Military, Criminals, Police. Right, Civilians, Guests, Other.

Melo glances at Krem to let her take the lead; He’s not sure what she got them into the city as.

Ceukeausraa Krem leads right, then, since they qualify as “Other” at this point. She’d look around for the same desk as was in Melbourne, and approach it if it were there.
AJ B. (GM): There are various doors on your left and right. most are closed and have small windows showing a person sitting across from someone. To the right of each door is a small plaque with one of the three labels on it. There are also 5 open doors. 2 “Other” 2 “Civilian” and 1 “guest” all 5 lead to similar rooms with someone sitting behind a desk looking bored.

Melo glances again at Krem, holding before heading to a door. “What’re we listing ourselves as? Just making sure we’re on the same page.”

Ceukeausraa Krem points towards the ‘guest’ door. “We’ll go there, first. From there, they’ll probably direct us to another door, but for now, we’re guests.”

Melo nods, and heads on over to the open door, “Afternoon, Sir (Or Ma’am as the case may be). Able to handle a group of 3 of us?”
AJ B. (GM): The man behind the desk has piercing green eyes, a shaven head and a bright red bulbous nose. He nods and looks over the three of you. “Yeh, I can. What do’ya need?” As he finishes he picks up a flask from behind his monitor and takes a long slow draw from it.
Melo: Vault, stay here." And in he’d go, letting Krem again take point; she knows what might have been radio’d in, after all.

Ceukeausraa Krem smirks. A drunk. Perfect. “We need to get ourselves registered or something, the gate guards said.”
AJ B. (GM): He nods again. “Alright, moving in permanently, visiting, or hired for a contract here?”
Ceukeausraa Krem: “We plan to stay here in the long term, but we haven’t arranged where to settle, yet.”
AJ B. (GM): “Alright, Go to the Civilian office, let them know your names, skillsets, and then ask them about housing opportunities. Any vacancies will be listed in the records. Any other information will be requested by them during your interview process.” He tries to take another swig from his flask, finding it empty he pulls a cactus up from his desk and pours liquid from a hole in the top into the flask.

Melo nods once. “Thank you for your time, sir. Interesting plant.. Those local?”
AJ B. (GM): He laughs and shakes his head. “Not really, but theres a guy down on Martian Way that sells more like em. Good prices too.”
Ambrose Betamax: “I knew martians were real. they even have their own street now….”

Melo nods with a warm smile. “Thank ya. Good to know.” And with that, he’d head on out to make his way to the civy offices.

Ceukeausraa Krem would turn to leave, after thanking the guests administrator. “It’s not a street, it’s a way.” She says to Ambrose. “Aren’t you a martian, anyway?”
Ambrose Betamax: “I’ll have you know I was sent into the world from a forest in europe, to discover the secrets of the sacred betamax cassette for which I was named.”
(the deer version of the black monolith :P)

Melo sighs. “Hush Deer-boy.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: “Is that Europe, or Europa?”

Ambrose Betamax doesnt understand the difference.
AJ B. (GM): In the civ office is a man in a deep red business suit, with a black undershirt, and an electric blue bow tie. His hair is slicked back and his eyes are narrowed into slits staring at a set of match sticks on his desk. As you enter he hisses out “Yess?” without looking up.
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((One is a moon of Jupiter. One is a continent. You are incontinent.))
Ambrose Betamax: (I know, just ambrose doesnt, and I guess I’d better head to the restroom then.)
Ceukeausraa Krem: “My name is Jerikha White. My skillsets are ‘whatever needs doing’. And I’m looking for housing oppurtunities.”
Ambrose Betamax: "And I am Sir August Fenway Buchananburgson…ton, esq. I’m a refrigerator magnate.

Melo again would have the robot wait outside of the office impassively. “Bill Evans. Mechanic.”
AJ B. (GM): He sighs heavily and places on hand over the matchsticks and types with the other, tilting his head up and looking at the three of you. “Housing for a Husband, Wife, two pets, and a robot, correct?”
Melo: (HA!)
Ambrose Betamax: “yes, my dear wife jerkha and our pet Melo here.”

Melo snorts. “See, this is what happens when you teach them to talk. Worst mistake we ever made, wouldn’t’ha say?”
AJ B. (GM): The man looks over at Jerikha. “Ma’am, which of them is correct? Are you married to this man, or to your deer?”
Ceukeausraa Krem: “…Yes.”
Ambrose Betamax: (HA)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((He’s already being rude. Might as well continue exasperating him. :P))
Ambrose Betamax: (I look foward to the honeymoon)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((You mean the HoneyEuropa?))
Ambrose Betamax: (whicherver you like, honey :3)
“Anyways sir we only really need a one bedroom”

Melo sighs. “August, please stop confusing the man.” And then to the clerk, “He gets a bit mouthy. A single family home would do nicely, as long as pets are permitted.”
AJ B. (GM): “Alright then, housing for two husbands, one wife, a pet and a robot it is then.” He enters some data into the computer. “There is a duplex with one master bedroom, a living/kitchen room, and a large closet available for 820 credits a month on Bakers St. Theres also a small house 1 master bedroom, a kitchen, an unfinished basement and a small side room, on Deli Avenue for 2500 credits a month or 250,000 credits to own. That seems to be the only ones available at this time, that fit your Unique situation.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: “Like Hell. 2 bed, 2 bath. And preferably a basement or an attic.”
((Nevermind. xP))
((Be right back, I just hit PGUP again. And so Roll20 is broke again.))
Cackle H.: ((Back.))
Ambrose Betamax: (we should buy it :P)
AJ B. (GM): (he’s a bureaucrat, he gets to just take people at their word if they decide to be comedians. Makes for a less monotonous day )
Ambrose Betamax: (We have a computer hacker, he can make it so we own it :P)
Melo: Before we decide, how much does a skilled mechanic make in these parts? Gotta make sure we can afford the more expensive one.
Cackle H.: ((Is it 221b Baker Street?))
AJ B. (GM): (221a)
Cackle H.: ((Awesome. Right next door to Sherlock Holmes!))

Cackle H. hands over a credstick. “No need. We’ll take the one on Baker Street.”

Cackle H. hopes we pay here, and she isn’t going to be robbed.

Ceukeausraa Krem also kicks the name bar OOC.
AJ B. (GM): “A skilled mechanic working in the civilian sector can make easily 1000 credits a month, working for the military 3000, working directly for the government, 5000. We are also in need of a computer technician to fix the glitches here, and there are a couple bars that have been moaning about their air conditioners being on the fritz.” He hands you back your credstick and shakes his head. “Our records are just so landlords and sellers can find tenants more easily. I will call him and arrange for your payment and the key, you will be meeting him at the front of your new home. Is there a particular time you would prefer?”
Ceukeausraa Krem: “However long it takes to walk there, if possible.”
AJ B. (GM): He nods and taps a few keys into the computer. “He has been notified and will meet you there in 15 minutes. I need one last thing from all of you please.” He places a small silver orb about the size of a softball on his desk. “If each of you would kindly hold this up to your face for a moment you may be on your way.”
Ambrose Betamax: “what is it?”
AJ B. (GM): “For all intents and purposes, a camera.”

Melo nods. “I’m sure I could take a crack at your systems, clearance depending. What kind of problems’re you having in the code? After all, its the end user that matters, not the developer’s opinion of what’s broken and working as intended.” Yep, techie. The orb would be taken and held up trustingly. After all, everyone has to get their photo taken in this day and age. “Full 3D scanner with heat mapping I’m guessing.”
Ambrose Betamax: "…..alright. does what he’s told

Ceukeausraa Krem looks to Melo with a question on her face. What the question is, obviously, she doesn’t communicate.
AJ B. (GM): As Melo holds it up a bright red flash fills the room for a second, and is repeated as Ambrose does so as well. The man looks at Melo, “It seems to be corrupting our messages, turning them into gibberish 1s and 0s, Its been doing it for 2 weeks. Thing is it only corrupts every 7th message, so we have simply been keeping count and sending a pointless message for that one, but it is rather irritating.”
Melo: Huh. Gonna be a heck of a gremlin that’s doing that. Radio, or just the inner mailing systems?
And goes both ways, I presume, so 7th from each user?

Ceukeausraa Krem kicks Melo in the shin.
AJ B. (GM): “I’m honestly not sure. If you want to take a look at the problem I’ll have to bump it to my superiors about contracting you to fix the issue, but since none of our in house techs can do a damned thing about it, I’d be happy to.”

Melo flinches. “I’ll have to see about look at it later on. We do have an appointment to keep. For sure would be willing to take a look at it at some point though.”

Ceukeausraa Krem turns to head off. “Thanks for the help.” She notes on her way out the door already
AJ B. (GM): “Ma’am, wait just a moment please. I still need to get you on file before you leave.” he picks up the ball and tosses it towards Krem.

Ceukeausraa Krem makes a mental note to hurt Melo, later. “Right, sorry. Nearly forgot.” She holds the sphere up and at least tries to obscure it with her palm, though somehow doubts that would work, before tossing it back.

Ceukeausraa Krem does have a +1 to hit when tossing it back, though!

Ceukeausraa Krem doesn’t actually, nevermind
AJ B. (GM): It flashes the room red and he catches it and places it into a desk drawer. “Thank you, and Welcome to Melbourne, the safest place down under.” (he follows this up with directions to reach your new residence)

Melo nods. “I’ll catch up in just a minute, head on over that way?”

Melo actually, thinks better of it, and heads on out.

Ceukeausraa Krem heads on towards their new apartment
AJ B. (GM): As you head through the streets no one seems to pay you any mind including the police. When you arrive at the apartment you find a short stout man with black hair covering most of his face and head. His beard appears to go down to his waist and he is holding a key in his left hand. As you approach he sticks out his right hand in an offer of a shake. “Pleasure to meet you and glad I am that someone is willing to rent this place. Apologies about the neighbors thought.”
Ambrose Betamax: (uh-oh.)
(well we can always….take caaare of the neighbors :P)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((CAVE DWARF!))
Ambrose Betamax: (I bet they have a cave troll)
Ceukeausraa Krem: “I’m sure the neighbors won’t be a problem. Can we have a look around?” She pulls that credstick out again for him to scan. She was good for it and then some. “If I like what I see, I’ll pay now.”
AJ B. (GM): He nods and scans it real quick before opening the door. He opens it and gives a slight bow. “You’re welcome to look around, if it’s all the same to you though, I’ll wait out here for your inspection to be complete.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: “If you tell me exactly why you’re waiting out here.”
“Otherwise, I’d appreciate the sales pitch.”
Ambrose Betamax: (the house is probably cursed)
(I have to feed my cat, brb)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Eats your cat.))
AJ B. (GM): He shrugs “Was mainly doing it so you didn’t have to listen to me talk, and make excuses for any small flaws or play up the high points. If you want I’ll come in and sell you on the place though.” He shrugs, and steps inside. the front entry is just a small cube leading into the living room/kitchen. “As you can see although the room is split on function it is still reasonably sized and designed to” You hear a loud Thud against the wall. “umm, designed to make access to both areas as easy as” THUD! “as possible.”

Melo follows in, glancing at the wall as it thuds. “Mmhmm. And a touch lacking on the sound proofing.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: “Not at all problem.” She says, giving Melo a meaningful glance. She turns back to the realtor, indicating for him to continue the tour.
AJ B. (GM): He glances over his shoulder. “We’ve upgraded the sound proofing 5 times, every time we do he gets a hold of a bigger heavier ball. Last I checked he had found one that looks like its made of marble and has” THUD! “has three holes in it.” He leads you on to the two doors in the far corner and opens the right one inwards first, revealing a walk in closet big enough for three people to stand comfortably. “The closet” THUD! “closet is extremely useful for those in need of a lot of storage space.” THUD! “If you look up at the cieling you’ll notice a padlocked door. It leads into the rafters/attic. I” THUD Thud, “I advise you to just leave it alone, last I checked there was a family of bats living in there.” He then looks around and waits for the next Thud before whispering. “Also, there is a trapdoor under the carpet, leads to a wine cellar. It’s completely empty but its not on any blueprints.” THUD! He then turns around and leads you into the Master Bedroom. In it is a King Size bed with a man and woman lying naked on it. He quickly slams the door and clears his throat. “Ummm, could you folks give me a moment please?”
Ambrose Betamax: “ooh can I join them?”
“and do they come with the place?”

Melo remains quiet, watching and listening, casually scanning the place on various visual spectrums, because why not? A man’s gotta keep himself entertained. Granted, the master bedroom got him laughing a bit. “No need to interrupt them.”
Ambrose Betamax: (I wonder what we’ll do about the neighbors O.o)

Ceukeausraa Krem smirks. “I think it’s a little too late for that. The slamming door was probably a good enough interruption. Still though, they’ll probably evacuate on their own. Let’s just come back to it.”
AJ B. (GM): He shakes his head and looks at the deer. “You’re welcome to join them if you think the three of you can all fit in the same coffin.” He holds up a finger and smiles politely at the three of you. “This will only take a minute.” He goes to the front door and props it open before, walking back into the bedroom lifting the man, who is struggling to put his pants on, over his head and throwing him clear across the living room and out into the street. After a few minutes he leads the lady who is now fully dressed out and bids her farewell before gently closing the front door. “Once more can’t apologize enough for that. Durned fool thinks he can just use this place whenever he wants just cuz he knows how to pick the lock.” He then leads you into the bedroom and shows you around it. “As you can see completely furnished, a grand bathroom with both a standing shower and a tub built for four.” He pauses and mutters “wonder why he stopped.” before continuing. “Room lacks any windows so day or night you’ll have no issues with excessive light. Oh and the best part.” He pulls some well concealed drawers out of the base of the bed. “Bed is also a dresser.”

Ceukeausraa Krem asks “So far, it seems perfect. Is there anything else we should know?” She pauses. “Aside from the neighbors?”
AJ B. (GM): He strokes his beard as if deep in thought, then reaches into a pocket. “Oh yeah, two things.” He pulls out a pack of cigarettes. “If he gets to irritating just give him one of those, Do Not give him the whole pack at once. Also, you might see a tall pale skinned man who dresses like he is coming from or going to a funeral, coming and going at weird hours. Nothing to worry about, he is just a friend of your neighbor.”

Ceukeausraa Krem rolls her eyes. “Seriously, aside from the neighbors. They really can’t be that bad.”
Ambrose Betamax: (she said, as a marble bowling ball burst through the wall)
AJ B. (GM): He shrugs “I’ve rented this place 8 times and no one has stayed more then a week. They all said it was because of them. If theres anything in particular you want to know feel free to ask. But nothing else comes to mind, I’ve told you all I know about the place that I think is of use.”

Ceukeausraa Krem nods. “We’ll take it. Just put my name on the lease, though.” She said, once more handing over the credstick, this time for a transaction. After all, she IS the one paying. This month.
AJ B. (GM): He nods and takes the credstick. “Will do and thank you kindly, if there’s anything I can do for you just let me know.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((850, right?))
AJ B. (GM): (yep)
Ceukeausraa Krem: “A way to contact you might help, in that case.”
AJ B. (GM): “Ah yeah, suppose it would.” He hands you a walkie talkie. “Frequency matches the day of the week, 1 for sunday, 2 for monday etc.”
Ambrose Betamax: (pretty secretive for a landlord.)

Melo does rather like this guy, actually.

Ceukeausraa Krem blinks. Wierd. Whatever. She takes it nonetheless. “That’ll do. Thanks for your help. I’ll see you to do the door.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((To the door.* Seeing him to do the door would be REALLY wierd.))
AJ B. (GM): (also this, http://www.macromeme.com/dog/richard-names.html)
He nods and heads out, giving a final bow as he walks down the street whistling the “Kill Bill” theme.
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Twisted Nerve?))
((www.youtube.com/watch?v=c1NN9rnNpEQ
))

Melo didn’t actually know that the deer took that poker, thus, all is right with the world. He’d actually go to try and check out that wine celler.
AJ B. (GM): (yes)
Ambrose Betamax: (oh dear if someone else randomly whistles it doesnt go off does it?)
AJ B. (GM): (no it does not)

Ceukeausraa Krem would be right down to the wine cellar as well, with two words, but only after ensuring the realtor was long gone. Then, three words. “Bill. Bug hunt.”
Ambrose Betamax: (oh good :P)
(clearly this is because it has chosen me as its bearer. Like excalibur.)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((FOOL!))
Ambrose Betamax: (oh god not like that one tho :P)

Melo simply nods with an ‘mmhmm’. He’s been scanning for a while when it comes right down to it, for those little things that aren’t right. “Vault, you know the drill.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((FOOL!!!))

Ceukeausraa Krem would of course join in on the bughunt with an ECM skill of 58%
AJ B. (GM): The wine cellar does have 6 wine racks, though all are empty. Aside from that is seems to be a bit dusty but otherwise is completely empty. No bugs found at all.
Vault: Nothing to report Commander
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((ばか!))
“Ditto that. We’re safe here. Making it the perfect base of operations.”
Ambrose Betamax: (thunk thunk thunk)
Melo: Yep. Seems like it. Alright, what’s the plan? Still have to to deliver that disk; Hell, I might be able to get in with the system check. Vault had picked up some of those transmissions that were being sent as well when we were outside of town.

Ceukeausraa Krem first, would attempt to smack Melo upside the head. “That’s for ignoring me in the office. Now that we’re on record, I can’t have you wiping our arrival until we leave.”

Melo ducks! Well, tries to, anyways! “How else were we gonna get outta the pictures? You said go fill out the paperwork, you knew full well that’d be part of the paperwork.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: “And that means you have to ignore me? Not only that, but offer to help the people we’re here to hinder?”
Ambrose Betamax: “hmm. you sound married. good cover.”
Melo: One of these days, we need to establish a proper method of communication. That said, if we play our cards right, very well could end up paying us to drop off what we’re here to drop off. I very well could simply tell them its beyond me onceI get down there."
Ceukeausraa Krem: “Second, I’m going to have someone arriving to secure our entry fee. If someone comes asking for me by my cover name, tell them where I am. It’s important if you want to continue our mission, here. Thirdly, I vote we chain Ambrose up here and leave him.”

Melo nods. “Noted, and no issues with it. What frequency’ll you be on just in case? And..” A glance up at the deer. “August, you stay at the house and take care of the cat, yeah?”
AJ B. (GM): (but how will you talk your way into a highly secure area without a Magnate?)
Ambrose Betamax: “….fiiine… but get me a souvinir!”
Melo: (Paperclip!)
Ambrose Betamax: (Nuuuuuu)
“and cat food.”
Melo: Actually, might be useful to find us the general store. Pick us up some previsions. Cat food, some bread, that sort of stuff. Make it look like we’re actually planning to stay here a while.
Ambrose Betamax: (are you really sure you want ambrose wandering town alone?)
AJ B. (GM): (I’m sure that can’t possibly end with more then a quarter to a third of Melbourne on fire.)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((I was actually joking. But now that it’s a serious thing, I can’t really REFUSE. IC, anyway.))
“And an EMP grenade.”
“They sell those at general stores, right?”
Melo: Uhh.. I.. Don’t think so in a major town like this. Outskirts? Yeah, maybe.
Ceukeausraa Krem: “Actually, I should probably head off to take care of a few things on my own anyway while I have some time. Do you think you could pinpoint the location of our objective?” She’d toss Melo another credstick. “You can use this towards that end.”

Melo catches, “Yeah. Shouldn’t be too hard to get a proper layout of the place. Few places I want to hit up as well.”
AJ B. (GM): (Alright, so party is splitting up to each go do something then yes?)
Ambrose Betamax: (I’ve been ordered to stay home :P)
Melo: (Pfft. Or to go find a general store and get catfood)
Ambrose Betamax: (FINE THATS WHAT I"LL DO THEN
(From AJ B. (GM)): So where are you headed in particular?
(To GM): Gem stores for one; doubt I’ll have much of a chance to take a look at what they’ve got; Black Sapphires and Turquoise are high on the list of wants, though the sapphire might be a touch out of range price wise. Also would want to check for general computer terminals to get a map of the city, and any other general info.
(From AJ B. (GM)): There are a couple terminals on the walls of stores, you have no problem getting a map, but the terminal seems to be limited to pretty basic public information and isn’t hooked to anything important. However it does mention three jewelers in the general area, along with 4 that are farther towards the outskirts.
(To GM): Would also want to check for a weapons dealer on the map, just in case. Other then that, up to the administrator’s office to check for ‘work’, or at least to see if he’s had a chance to talk with his higher ups.. As long as a few hours would have passed. Otherwise, gem shopping with what little cash I have, and just a general desire to try and do some good ol’ fashioned work. That guy mentioned a non-working AC unit at one point at a few bars..
(From AJ B. (GM)): There is a military surplus store but thats the closest to a weapons dealer you find. At the office he informs you he wasn’t sure if you wanted the job due to how things went in the office, he has put in the paperwork now and you’ll be contacted if they agree to potentially contracting you.
(To GM): Surplus works.Not likely to buy weapons though, are they? And I’d for sure look over the contract; pay, schedule, requirements, duration, background check, all that fun stuff.
(From AJ B. (GM)): they might, but its unlikely though they would likely know where you could sell weapons.
(From AJ B. (GM)): they wont have a contract written when they come, they will be showing up to negotiate with you as a potential contractor then determine if they can use you. They’ll have run any checks they can on you prior to even getting to that point.
Ambrose Betamax: rolling 1d20
(
3
)
= 3
(To GM): Reasonable. Yeah, worth doing for sure. And then that general question about AC work would follow. After all, he’s gotta do something with his time..!
(From AJ B. (GM)): There are three bars that need their ac fixed, one is offering 500 credits, one is offering free drinks for life, and one does not have their pay listed.
(To GM): 500 credits’ll due! And then I might take a crack at the other one, time dependent.
(From AJ B. (GM)): Ok, roll me a mechanics roll please.
Melo: (To GM) rolling 1d100< 60
(
84
)
= 0 Successes
(To GM): figures.
(From AJ B. (GM)): You work on it for a little while, but can’t seem to find the problem with it. As you are about to take another crack at it, two soldiers and a tall man wearing an outfit similar to Zorro except in lime green instead of black walks in and requests you come sit with them.
(To GM): wipes the sweat from his brow, considering its the land down under, in a building that doesn’t have working AC I’m sure I can figure things thing out; can’t be too much different from the ones back up at the shop.." Though the men would be met with a nod. “Evening gents. How can I help you? And sorry for the mess, jus’ trying to help this fine establishment out, y’know?”
(From AJ B. (GM)): The man in the Zorro outfit speaks “I am with the Administration and was told you might be able to help with our recent technical glitches.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((I need to run off for just a moment.))
AJ B. (GM): ((kk))
(To GM): “Ah yes! Your administrator had mentioned some issues with the system eating every 7th message or something like that? Be happy to be of service if I can help, I mean.. I’m new in town, figure it’d be nice to prove I’m worth keeping around, y’know?”
(From AJ B. (GM)): “Wait, you’ve spoken with one of the Administrators themselves already?” He looks at both of the soldiers “Why was I not informed of this?!”
(To GM): “Sorry, is that going to be an issue?” O’corse he’d play it cool; what trouble would he be getting himself into?
(From AJ B. (GM)): “I honestly don’t know if it is. That Administrators don’t normally take personal interest in contractors. Running the city takes a lot of management after all. Did she say anything about what she did or didn’t want you doing?”
(To GM): “Well, as far as I’m aware, they want the problem fixed. Whatever it takes, y’know? ‘If the people in house can’t do it, maybe have someone with a fresh pair of eyes come in and get it done’. I’m use to working with some higher end tech, and I’ve got a knack for computers. I’ve kept him running for a good long while just fine, after all.” A nod given at the robot who was currently playing darts.. Or more accurately, amusing patrons with called and trick shots.
(From AJ B. (GM)): “Alright, then it sounds like we can negotiate. We can get you access to most of the building and facilities without any problem, and if you can fix it we can pay you 1000 credits. Sound good to you?”
(To GM): “Well, to be fair, I do need to get this gentalman’s AC unit fixed first. Gave him my word, after all, though I’ve got an idea of what’s wrong with it already. Any chance I can push it to 1250, and make it 1500 if I get it done before noon tomorrow? I know how much of a pain it is for everyone when you’re randomly loosing data.”
(From AJ B. (GM)): “If you can get it done before noon tomorrow I am sure I can get my superiors to approve that payment.”
(To GM): “Then its a deal.” And out his hand would go in offer of a hand shake.. Though he might pause for a moment to glance at his hand, retract it, and clean it off with a napkin before re-offering it. He’s been working, after all. “Keep in mind, I don’t want to promise noon tomorrow, but I want to take a crack at it. Able to throw in a pot of coffee so I can pull an all nighter for you folks?”
(From AJ B. (GM)): He accepts the handshake and nods, easily done, theres always a fresh pot on pretty much every floor. When you come to the office just tell them your name and they’ll get you where you need to go."
(To GM): “Thank you kindly gentalman. Oh, I didn’t catch your name, or title, Sir. Always want to treat a man of the state with proper respect, after all.”
(From AJ B. (GM)): “My name is Serin, and my title is Secondary Specialist of Negotiations.” He looks at the soldiers and asks “Is it just me or does that sound really pretentious when said out loud?” They both shake their heads and say No sir not at all. He then looks at you “I dunno, what do you think, does it sound pretentious to you?”
(To GM): couldn’t help but laugh at the comment and question. “Its a mouthful, but I wouldn’t call it pretentious. It says exactly what you are: You’re the second highest ranked specialist when it comes to negotiations in your local district. No hiding anything with it. Now, if you said your title was, say ’High honored Serin, Primary Reserve Negotiation Specialist of the Melbourne State, THAT would be pretentious. But Secondary Specialist of Negotiations? Not at all. Its been a pleasure though, Specialist Serin, but I do need to get back to cooling it off in here. A mechanics work is never done, after all.”
(From AJ B. (GM)): “Thank you, it has been a pleasure dealing with you, and I look forward to seeing what you can do with our computers.” He gets up and him and the soldiers leave. (nother mechanic roll if you’re gonna try and fix it again)
Melo: (To GM) rolling 1d100< 60
(
39
)
= 1 Successes
(To GM): Doesn’t take too much time; a glass of water, a comment of thinking he knows what’s wrong with it now, finally, and back to work he’d go.
(From AJ B. (GM)): after tinkering with it some more you find what was wrong and get it repaired easily enough. The bartender thanks you, pays you and tells you drinks are on the house for you tonight.
AJ B. (GM): Krem, as you enter the house you see the bedroom door is shut and can hear two people inside of the room.

Ceukeausraa Krem enters the bedroom either way.
(To GM): Couldn’t turn down such an offer! Though he’d limit himself to a single beer, both out of courtesy and because he’d need to get back to work for the state. Soon enough, he’d head on up to the office, robot in tow, looking a bit proud of himself. He’ll have to hit up those other two bars hopefully before he makes good on his escape.
Ambrose Betamax: “ooh hay, wanna join us?”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((THE MOOSE IS LOOSE ABOOT THE HOOSE!))
AJ B. (GM): You find Ambrose in the midst of intercourse with a koala man.
Melo: (Oh my.)
(From AJ B. (GM)): Office is still the same as before, sign etc.

Ceukeausraa Krem closes the door. “I swear to god if I find any scent marking in there, I’ll gut you.” Then heads back down to the basement.
(From AJ B. (GM)): Take it you just pick a random person to ask where to go?
(To GM): heads on in, Vault in tow, and heads over to one of the main offices on the right. He might even return to Mr. Red Coat. “Howdy. Bill Evans, here ’bout the computer issue? Thanks again for getting word up so quick for me. Specialist Serin said I should be able to get my access codes and keys and some coffee before I got to work?”
Ambrose Betamax: (oh there’s totally scent marking going on in here)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Then I’m going to have to gut you.))
(From AJ B. (GM)): He nods. “Oh, I guess they weren’t clear, we can’t give you free access, you’ll be escorted to our backup system, and one of our techs will sit with you and keep an eye on what you’re doing. Anything that requires an access code will be checked by him before he enters his.” He then stands. “If you’ll please follow me I will escort you through the first part of the building however.”
(To GM): “Makes sense; I’ve contracted out before. Lead the way?” And up he’d stand, “How’s the coffee, by the way? And you said it first started a few weeks ago? Heck, mind if I take a look at some of the messages you’re getting when they turn into gibberish?” Yep, standard trouble shooting steps: Be warm, be friendly, see what the issue is first, and reassure the customer even if you have no freeking clue what you’re doing.
Ambrose Betamax: (you could always join us :P)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Then Melo would get jelly.))
(From AJ B. (GM)): He nods and leads you to an elevator and takes you down 15 floors, where a single guard stands at a stairway. at the opposite end of an empty hall. “The coffee here is alright though Im told it gets better the farther down you go, supposedly the techs who keep the big guns running get gourmet, or grow their own blend, reports vary. I am sure they will be happy to show you some of the messages when you get down there, I do not have any copies on me. Here though is where I must leave you.” The guard nods at you and indicates you should follow him without speaking a word.
Ambrose Betamax: (He could join too. me and the koala have a pretty open relationship :P)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((What if Melo and Ceukeasraa don’t? :P))
Ambrose Betamax: (ambrose doesnt understand the concept of a closed relationship :P)
(To GM): Nods, and makes general small talk with the man on the way down; he’d even ask where he got the bow tie, because it’s one of the most fetching parts of the ensemble. General very polite conversation and such. And then thank the man and follow the guard. “Evening. How’d the night been?”

Ambrose Betamax doesnt really care about the door and just keeps on keeping on :P
(From AJ B. (GM)): He tells you he had it custom made by a tailor names “Desiray”. The guard doesn’t respond to anything and simply leads you down 4 flights of stairs to a hallway with two doors, one at the end that looks to be reinforced steel and another of wood. He points to the wood door and waits for you to go in before turning and leaving.
AJ B. (GM): Time passes, the Koala leaves, stating great appreciation for Ambrose’s talents.
Melo: (I can not unsee that statment)
Ambrose Betamax: “come back soon you koala stud you!”
AJ B. (GM): (Mental scars are how GMs show they care =P)
(To GM): would of course comment to the robot to remember the tailor’s name. Good tailors’re hard to find, after all. Into that wooden door he’d go as directed, glancing around before looking for a terminal, or a tech who he was saposta work with. “Hey, uh.. I’m the gremlin exterminator, I suppose. Someone wanna show me what system I’ll be working at?”

Ceukeausraa Krem would be following the koala out. She has a hot date of her own. She tells Ambrose as much, just to mess with him.
(From AJ B. (GM)): Inside is a single very large computer with an entire wall acting as its monitor and a single tech sitting at it. he tilts his head completely back and looks at you through a pair of small square glasses. “Glad you’re here.” He points to the right of the screen. “Over there are 5 samples of the message overwrite, every one we’ve pulled up is a duplicate of that.” He points to the left, “Audio samplings of the same for radio.” Points to the center. “All the coding we’re allowed to access of the main computer system from here.” He then spins his chair kicking the one next to him over to you.

Ambrose Betamax lounges for a while happy land
(To GM): “I see.” He’d take a look around. “Hell of a screen you got, too.” The chair would be caught, broguht on over, and he’d settle into looking over the messages. “Hey Vault, C’mere. Want you to take a look at this, would’ja? Same as last time, id’n’t it?” Even then, he’d start flipping between the messages, “Got some time stamps for these? We have the originals at all? Guessing not, but, you know. And I was told you might have some hell of some damn fine coffee down here? Been trying to get some since I got that bar on Main’s AC working.”
(From AJ B. (GM)): “No originals always get completely wiped, even though there are multiple backups.” He presses a button on the wall and a panel slides on the right wall, revealing a small coffee garden a top of the line grinder and a pot."
(From Vault): “It is identical to before commander.”
(To GM): “Blah. Some odd stuff. Was told it started about two weeks ago, yeah? You have anyone that’s been able to translate it yet?” And then the coffee would be shown! “Ha! Best kept secret in the city I bet. Can’t tell you the last time I had a cup this fresh; Hell, I’m lucky if I can find stuff that hasn’t rotted. How’s the water?” Casual conversation, yep. “And how far back do your backups go? I’d like to take a look at the first discovered instance of it that we’ve got, and the 21 messages before that from the user, if that’s ok?”
(From AJ B. (GM)): Yeah it started 2 weeks, and three days ago. Backups go all the way to when we first turned him back on. Getting those messages shouldnt be a problem. Water’s ok, have to filter the ocean water as best we can so it still retains a bit of salt at times."
(To GM): Oh? What’s his up-time been? And suppose that’ll do for the water. Can’t complain when you get to grow your own beans, y’know?" A pot set to brew, he’d return to the wall and start looking through the messages, waiting for that coffee to brew. Type type type, touch, scroll, type, explore, type, and general access requests were asked here and there as he simply tried to drill down to the problem from a technical stand point. At least until the coffee is ready, or until the tech seemed content that he wasn’t going to do too much and knew his shit. THEN that technical magic would come into play.
(From AJ B. (GM)): “We’re coming up on his twenty year anniversary here in a month or so.”
AJ B. (GM): (ok, its 10 pm and we’ve got a lot done so for now think its time to call it.)
Zea: So it is!
Ambrose Betamax: (agreed ^)
AJ B. (GM): (300 xp each, an extra 50 to Krem for getting through the gate. An extra 40 to Ambrose for the laughs, and 30 to Melo for playing to his strengths)
Zea: Yay!
I’ll see about having that spreadsheet done ‘soon’
I’ve got to record a bunch of audio for another project
Ambrose Betamax: Cool ^

Ceukeausraa Krem: Charsheet updated
Zea: (Food is good. Tea is good. I like tea and food)
AJ B. (GM): lol
Zea: (Quick recap folks: After fixing an AC unit at a local pub, Melo was approached by one of the government hiring people to contract out to take a look at their computer systems. Thanks to the solder’s habit of calling a clerk an administrator when not given any other title, the hiring manager thought he’d spoken with someone far, far, far higher up the food chain. This got him a job right quick when Melo decided not to correct him. After finishing the AC repairs and kicking back a pint, the still armored computer technician and his trusty robot sidekick made their way down to the 19th floor of the central hub, where the city’s main AI computer system was housed; when asked about his armor, he’d casually explain it was a portable AC unit, and made surviving in the desert heat quite comfortable.)
AJ B. (GM): (Last I recall you were just doing minor things but enough to try and make sure the tech felt comfortable and relaxed about you mucking with the system and wasn’t keeping as sharp an eye out correct?)

Melo thinks this is correct. Coffee, idle chatter about the system, casual information gathering, access requests to transmission records and the like.
AJ B. (GM): (What’s your trust/intimidate percent?)
Melo: (Zero!)
AJ B. (GM): (seriously?)
Melo: (Yeah. MA of 15 or below is 0%, 16 or above is 40%)
AJ B. (GM): (alright, roll vs MA itself then)
Melo: rolling 1d100<9> Ambrose. Always there to make the story more dramatic and more dumb all at the same time.))

Melo blinks. “Uh.. with a watch or a clock.” He’d try and show the deer what 0100 looks like, both with a regular clock and a digital one.
Ambrose Betamax: “so when it looks like that I start? Alright…So uh….I guess I’ll wait somewhere with a clock then.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Also need to teach him the other times I mentioned if you’re using that as justification for showing 0100 and not some generic number?))

Melo teaches basic math! “This is a 1, this is a zero, this is a 5. Make sure its not this one,” A 2! In digital format, “And make sure not to pee on him, because it won’t make him yours, and I’m fairly sure he won’t appreciate it.”
Ambrose Betamax: “really! Human concepts are so strange. How do you guys tell whats yours or not?”

Ceukeausraa Krem finally exits the bathroom. “We write our names on them…Well, I’m sure Melo does. I just pee on them.” Then heads out the door.
Melo: “Generally speaking, if it —” Gah. He couldn’t help but shake his head with a laugh. “You’re just gonna confuse him!”
Ambrose Betamax: “well how about a write my name on him with my-”
Melo: (Oh god)

Melo sighs. “What you do behind closed doors is your buisness, but I think he’ll figure out you’re not female if you do that, and generally speaking, this is frowned upon in public.”

Ceukeausraa Krem pops back in. “Oh, by the way, Melo. Mind if I sell that hovercycle?”

Melo nods. “Go ahead. Was planning on it to get us into the city. We just need the truck, and I know you like the bike.”

Ceukeausraa Krem nods. “Thanks. I’ll make it up to you later.” Then pops back out.
Ambrose Betamax: "well thats just silly. You humans are so backwards and savage!’
(ambrose has been completely naked this whole time, by the way)

Melo is use to this. He’s been in the military. “Yeah, we kinda are. At least we’re not presently eating each other.”
Nero U.: ((Oh Good))
Ambrose Betamax: “the koala seemed to really enjoy the scent marking while we wer-”
Melo: Nope! Don’t need to know about it. Don’t ask, don’t tell.
Ambrose Betamax: (heehee)
Nero U.: ((This is just a great party))
Ambrose Betamax: “I dont get you humans, your so prudish, we’ve all got the same bits anyways…I have to practice krems voice until uh….that….time.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Noms hummus on pretzel crisps))
Nero U.: ((Noms on Steak…))
Melo: Yeah.. I want to get some rest. There’s another AC unit I need to fix tonight if I can manage it. You go do that. Try and keep quiet, would’ja?"

Ambrose Betamax starts singing songs and the like in krems voice…er, quietly.
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Y’know, I’m pretty sure that’s actually how transgendered peoples are taught to alter their voice. Singing songs usually reserved for the opposite gender.))
Nero U.: rolling 1d20
(
13
)
= 13
((I passed my Breathing check atleast…))
AJ B. (GM): (So timeskipping to AmbroKrems Date unless anyone objects)
Melo: (Fine by me)
Nero U.: ((I Object! and then I recall my Objections so continue))
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Okay Phoenix Wrong.))
Nero U.: ((HOLD IT! AmiWright?
))
AJ B. (GM): Ok, so while Melo sleeps, and Krem does whatever the hell she is doing, Ambrose heads off to the bar.

Melo is human and has been running non-stop for a while. He’s totally gonna need to let his mind rest.
AJ B. (GM): Alright Ambrose you trigger your disguise on time?
Ambrose Betamax: I do my best yo yes
AJ B. (GM): Alright, easily enough done. As you enter the Hoes Shaft, you find it is mostly muscular laborer types drinking around simple wooden tables. Sitting at the bar is the cop from earlier, though currently in a set of jean overalls with a t shirt on. Upon entering the bar, most of the patrons look up, as soon as he notices you he waves you over.

Ambrose Betamax smiles and joins him.
AJ B. (GM): “Well now aren’t ye looking as beautiful as the sunset on clearest of days. Hope ya didn’t have too hard a time finding the place me lass?”
Ambrose Betamax: (as krem) Not at all. This is my kind of place.
AJ B. (GM): (due to the practice not gonna have you roll for the imitations unless something drastic happens.)
Ambrose Betamax: (ok cool ^^)
AJ B. (GM): “Glad to hear it, Mick bring my lady friend whatever she wants to drink.” He waves at the bartender “and throw it on my tab.” The bartender shrugs and looks towards AmbroKrem “What’ll it be girlie?”
Ambrose Betamax: (I wonder if ambrose knows anything about drinks)
Melo: (I’d expect him to. He’s a vagabond)
Ambrose Betamax: “I’ll have a warty dave, light on the ice and with some extra mint leaves in.”
(totally made that up :P)
Nero U.: ((Making it up is always the best option when ordering a drink))
Ambrose Betamax: (its like an ornery canadian with more butterscotch and with the mint leaves)
AJ B. (GM): He nods and goes and starts mixing a drink, looking at a large leatherbound book as he does so. While he is mixing your drink you hear a voice rise above the general noise of the bar. “C’mon girl, you know you want me, stop being such a fucking cocktease.” Most of the patrons look over including the cop. A large muscular man who is ugly as sin with a receding hairline is holding onto the arm of a girl and trying to drag her towards a stairwell. (I will allow Nero to fill in the girls description at this point.)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Fantastic. Complications. Just what we need :P))
Ambrose Betamax: “Ah ha! this sounds like a job for a peacekeeper! UNHAND THAT WOMAN!”
Melo: (Oh god)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((I swear I will gutpunch the first person to quote that no battleplan survives contact with the eney.))
((Or enemy.))
Melo: (No battleplan survives contact with the deer, you mean?)
Ambrose Betamax: (they also dont survive contact with enemas.)
Nero U.: The Girl has Long Brown Hair that is covering the Right Side of Her face she has a Brown Left Eye and Blue Right Eye and is wearing some Black Robes with Sneakers on and of course Regular Clothing underneath the robe
Ambrose Betamax: (prepares to summon forth his loyal hunting skewer)
(can I assume the officer I’m dating is on our side?)
Nero U.: ((Its a Crime/Crime-Like Isn’t it?))
Ambrose Betamax: (oh your in here krem?)
(gonna be awkward if he sees the both of us :P)
(or you know, his dream come true)
Melo: (Refreshing, window is all jacked up)
AJ B. (GM): (Alright, so tokens of important people will pop more in as/if needed. Nero, token is a temporary but its under your control now.)
Nero U.: ((Got it))
AJ B. (GM): The cop nods and looks at Krem approvingly. “Go for it. Gel has been asking for someone to put him in his place for a good long time.”

Ambrose Betamax charges in to help the nice gurl
AJ B. (GM): (fake krem obviously, alright gonna call that initiative. rolls please.)
Ambrose Betamax: rolling 1d20
(
16
)
= 16
Drawhek Pokuseau: rolling 1D20
(
20
)
= 20
((WOOP!))
Zea: (Ambrose is +4 on init, as a note)
Ambrose Betamax: (oh yeah)
AJ B. (GM): (Alright so with that plus Ambrose and Nerana are tied for init correct?)
Nerana Felgrond: ((Pretty Much Yeah))
AJ B. (GM): (alright then you’ve got simultaneous actions for the combat.)

Ambrose Betamax leaps over the table and runs to help Nerana.
Ambrose Betamax: (Can I get there in one action?)
AJ B. (GM): (yep)
Ambrose Betamax: (hmm I dont have mega super punch like krem, but I need to act krem-like)

Nerana Felgrond Takes out her Survival Knife and tries to stab the guy dragging her in the arm. ((Aussiming I’m being Dragged by one arm))
AJ B. (GM): (alright, roll to strike, d20+h2h bonus+PP bonus+WP knife bonus if any.)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((You also don’t have my knives. Which means you’ll have to either use a rifle or just pretend to be pulling your punches :P))
((Wait, I thought your strength was high enough you DID have an MD powerpunch.))
Ambrose Betamax: (I doubt I brought my rifle on a date :P)
(Oh I might?)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((I would have :P))
AJ B. (GM): (think I got all the bonuses listed there. Well he didn’t see your knives so at least theres that.)
Nerana Felgrond: ((Whats my h2h bonus for being Expert again? D:))
Ambrose Betamax: (my ps is 20?)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Isn’t it also Supernatural?))
AJ B. (GM): (0 bonus to strike atm)
Nerana Felgrond: rolling 1D20
(
17
)
= 17
Ambrose Betamax: (I think its just racial)
Melo: (Nope, 20 normal phis strength)
AJ B. (GM): (roll damage for the knife)
Nerana Felgrond: rolling 1D4
(
1
)
= 1
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((…1d4? My knives do 1d6.))
Nerana Felgrond: ((Good for you))
AJ B. (GM): (ok so thats 1 action from each of you. so far)
Ambrose Betamax: (I guess I’ll just go with the biggest punch I can to be as kremlike as possible)
AJ B. (GM): He screams “You Bitch” as the knife cuts him.

Ambrose Betamax punches the jerk with all the force he can muster.
Ambrose Betamax: (I imagine he’s not exactly hard to hit while dragging her)
Melo: (1d20-4)
(Gotta keep your disguise up)
Ambrose Betamax: rolling 1d20 + -4
(
8
)+-4
= 4
(oh dear)

Nerana Felgrond goes to stab the guy again in hopes of trieing to be realeased
AJ B. (GM): rolling 1d20-3
(
7
)-3
= 4
Ambrose Betamax: (I’d say my dsguise breaks then?)
Melo: (Nah, the -4 keeps it up; your attacks are at -4)
AJ B. (GM): He barely slips out of the way of Ambrose’s punch.
Ambrose Betamax: (oh, so I just fail at punching)
Nerana Felgrond: rolling 1d20
(
3
)
= 3
((Oh Shit))
Ambrose Betamax: (the rest of my actions will be more punchings)
Nerana Felgrond: ((More Stabbing))
Ambrose Betamax: (I dunno if I have an md punch or not, but whatever the biggest punch I can do, I do that one :P)
Melo: (Ah, wait; I missread that. My mistake. -4 init, and cuts all combat bonuses / attacks per melee by half)
AJ B. (GM): He manages to twist his arm just enough to get out of the way of the knife.

Nerana Felgrond attempts to stab the guy in the wrist.
Nerana Felgrond: rolling 1D20
(
4
)
= 4
((I hate these dice….))
Ambrose Betamax: (tell me when I should roll for my next punch attempt)
Nerana Felgrond: ((I’m waiting for the GM then It’s all you))
AJ B. (GM): (how many actions do you get when not disguised ambrose?)
Ambrose Betamax: (4)
AJ B. (GM): (yeah then you’re out of actions then with that disguise up.)
Ambrose Betamax: (aaaw. ok)
Nerana Felgrond: ((What does the man do to avoid being cut now?))
AJ B. (GM): (roll damage please)
Nerana Felgrond: rolling 1D4
(
1
)
= 1
AJ B. (GM): (the dice hate him equally btw, all of those dodges were ties)
Nerana Felgrond: ((I’m cutting him! I’ll get him sometime!))
AJ B. (GM): He yanks his arm up trying to pull yours into the way of the knife and instead impales his elbow on it and screams in agony as he lets go.
Ambrose Betamax: (ouch)

Nerana Felgrond runs away from the man behind a table has far away from him has possible
AJ B. (GM): (unless Im mistaken you’re out of actions for the turn as well)
Nerana Felgrond: ((Running Was My Last Action))
AJ B. (GM): (I count 4 stab attempts)
Nerana Felgrond: ((I count 3…))
Melo: (I think we’ve got 4, one moment to confirm numbers?)
AJ B. (GM): (success on 17, failure on 3 and 4, final shot success)
Nerana Felgrond: ((4 was a hit…))
AJ B. (GM): (oh nm misreading something)
(damn dice, was a different 4 he tied on)
(seriously need more sleep, so yeah go ahead and move token))
The guy looks at his rather damaged arm and growls "Fucking whore aint worth it, before walking out at a quick pace, the bartender yells after him “Gil, you owe me a new floor.”

Nerana Felgrond get up from under the table and sheathes her knife “Well that happened….”
AJ B. (GM): The cop yells over to AmbroKrem, “Nice work on the distraction there.”

Ceukeausraa Krem whistles the X-Files theme while she waits.
AJ B. (GM): The rest of the patrons who had been just watching this fight wait for a bit to see if anything else interesting happens before returning to their drinks and own conversations.
Ambrose Betamax: (what time ees it? do I need to switch with krem yet?)

Melo is still asleep at the house, with a robot standing guard.
AJ B. (GM): (can just timeskip to that point if you guys want, just saying you guys flirt etc whatever. until then, up to you if you want to play it out more.)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((That fight only lasted 15 seconds, after all.))
Nerana Felgrond: ((With alot of Stabbing))

Ambrose Betamax starts to head for the restroom. I’ll be right back, and maybe after we should…go to your place :3
Nerana Felgrond: ((Oh god….))
Ambrose Betamax: waits in the bathroom for krem
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((I’m assuming I hear the door open?))

Nerana Felgrond causualy just drinks some Orange Juice in the Pub…
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Or since I drew the bathroom stalls in out of boredom that there actually are none, and its not an issue?))
Nerana Felgrond: ((I’m pretty sure you could hear someone entering))
AJ B. (GM): (yes you do hear the door open)

Ceukeausraa Krem would be in the process of changing out of her MD armour and into her regular attire. “That you?” She’d ask, hoping the guy who’d spent that long practicing her voice would recognize it.
Ambrose Betamax: (still in krems voice) OMG its another me whats going on here"
Nerana Felgrond: ((Its the voices in your head….))
AJ B. (GM): (one sec, have to reload)
(k back)
Melo: (Wb)
AJ B. (GM): (thx, and yeah there are stalls in there so no Ambrose cant see you right now)
Nerana Felgrond: ((Brb))

Ceukeausraa Krem chokes on a snicker, finishes dressing, and exits the stall. “Thanks for the assist.” She says. "Anything I should know about before I take over?
Ceukeausraa Krem: "
Ambrose Betamax: “I think he likes me :D” also some lady almsot got mugged but I totally saved her. I didnt miss at all."
Nerana Felgrond: ((Wb Me))
Melo: (Welcome back)

Ceukeausraa Krem grins a bit. “Alright. Thanks again. Oh, one more thing. Nobody but Melo can know about this, alright?”
Ambrose Betamax: “….alright? You can tell me why later >>”

Ceukeausraa Krem nods. “Least I could do.”
AJ B. (GM): When you get back the cop smiles and eyes you. “So aside from getting involved in other peoples fights what are your interests?” As he asks this the bartender brings over another of (insert thing Ambrose ordered here)
Melo: (Warty dave!)

Ceukeausraa Krem stares at the drink for a moment, and the thought ‘God damn it, Ambrose.’ briefly crosses her mind, before she chokes down some of the fruity garbage. “Money is a big one.” She says
Ambrose Betamax: (hey dont diss the drink, its made from the finest scotch, butterscotch, and mint leaves)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((It sounds gross. Like a Mojito :P))
Ambrose Betamax: (also some hibiscus.)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Did you learn that bit from the koala?))
AJ B. (GM): He nods and chuckles “Oh really, and does justifiable homicide actually pay that much?”

Ceukeausraa Krem smirks. “You’d be surprised.” She’d finish the drink quickly, but stop the bartender from bringing another, requesting a Belgian Ale in its place if they have one.
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Somehow I doubt the channels to Belgium from AUS are still open, but that doesn’t mean the style was lost!))
Nerana Felgrond: ((Its all ‘bout the style))
AJ B. (GM): He shrugs and brings you one. The cop raises an eyebrow at that. "Perhaps I’m working the wrong side of the law if the pay is that good."

Ceukeausraa Krem grins slyly. “Y’know, I don’t think I caught your name.” While saying this, she’d also check to see if the bartender was wearing a name tag.
AJ B. (GM): “Oh, my names Nomprant, and yours my beauty?” The bartenders name tag says he is Doug.
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Ambrose just going to wait in the bathroom? :P))
Ambrose Betamax: (lol)

Ambrose Betamax walks around acts casual and mingles.

Nerana Felgrond eyes the Deer-B suspiciously

Ceukeausraa Krem frees up a grin at that. She’s hardly anything special. If anything, she’s a bit below average. “Ceukausraa.” She says. Yes, she’s going to make him call her by her full name.
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Hah. Deer-B.))
Melo: (It got me to laugh)
Nerana Felgrond: ((I’m surprised no one thought of it before tbh))
AJ B. (GM): (and give her real name to the cops lol, awesome.)

Melo is likely waking up at the house around now, because Ambrose’s damned kitten wants attention.
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Dude, how long has it been since she’s slept? :P))
AJ B. (GM): He nods and repeats the name, a couple times. “Very interesting, parents liked unique names huh?”

Ambrose Betamax is a little drunk.
AJ B. (GM): One of the patrons calls Ambrose over and offers to buy him a drink if he’ll answer a question.

Ambrose Betamax , goes over and asks what question?

Nerana Felgrond causally follows Ambrose and listons in
AJ B. (GM): He laughs and a few others nudge him egging him on. “umm soo me and my buddies need to settle a bet, was your mom just kinky and turned on by antlers or could your daddy not even get some if he paid for it?” his table erupts in gales of laughter.
Ambrose Betamax: (ouch dude :P)

Ceukeausraa Krem looks like she’s about to recant her name, but then simply mentally swears. “Yeah, guess so. Or something.”

Nerana Felgrond chims into the conversation “My bet is that its none of your fuck wads business to ask where some guy came from so just shut it mates.”
AJ B. (GM): (its a bunch of drunks in australia, which has been oh soo very welcoming hasnt it?)

Ambrose Betamax sticks the pointy end of an antler in his eye.
Melo: (…oh no.)
Nerana Felgrond: ((Pro Move))
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((RIFTS is perfect. Kevin says so. Obviously there’s rules for this event.))
AJ B. (GM): The cop smiles “Well you got off lucky then, at least they actually named you.” The guy at the table swears up a blue streak while his buddies laugh their asses off at his pain.
One of them looks at Nerana. “Little girl with little knives has big mouth it seems.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: (( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=juXDmzk9sxA It’s these guys.))
Ambrose Betamax: "guess they thought theyd be useful, my parents. I wonder what I could use them for pokes his face some more with em
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((any more of dose beer dere mike er wha))
Nerana Felgrond: “Oh Stupid Douches with their little douchey games”
Ambrose Betamax: “so! who won the bet?”

Ceukeausraa Krem would turn to look over her shoulder. “It seems a friend of mine is getting into some trouble with your ‘local colour’. This place usually so…ill-mannered?”
AJ B. (GM): The cop smiles “Yep, sure is, figured you’d appreciate a more mmm active environment then the usual rich boy areas.”
The guy takes a swing at Ambrose but cant hit a damn thing. The others are finding his pain less funny and are starting to get a bit nervous about a fight breaking out. The guy who spoke to Nerana, looks her straight in the eye and says “Takes one to know one.” when one of his buddies points out this makes no sense he simply shrugs.

Ambrose Betamax just shoves him a bit hopefully so he falls over and gives up.

Nerana Felgrond shrugs at the drunk’s comment

Ceukeausraa Krem coughs, though it sounds like that cough may be concealing a laugh. Her face shows no such concealment, however, and is grinning quiet widely. “Active. Is that what we call it? I’d refer to it as busy. Perhaps we should call it a night.”
AJ B. (GM): He nods and looks over as the drunk falls from Ambrose’s push and doesn’t get up, he begins snoring a moment later. “Yeah, we should, when they’re passing out on the floor its time to call it quits. Shall I walk you home?” The drunk who is being ignored now just goes back to his drink,
(To GM): for sake of covering things outside of the bar: Sleep → Wake → Feed cat → Feed self → Clean armor and guns → Try to work out plan to get back into building + fix problem with AI eating files.

Ceukeausraa Krem shakes her head. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.” She grins. “I’m capable of taking care of myself. Besides, I have to run a couple errands, first.”
(From AJ B. (GM)): kk, I assume you mean into supercomputer room, you have access to the building for as long as they believe you can fix the AI
(To GM): yeah
AJ B. (GM): The cop shrugs and heads out “Thanks for a wonderful evening, and once again can’t express our gratitude at you ending Shirley”. The bartender looks around. “Alright, anyone who is doesn’t want to drag unconcious people into the street is advised to get the hell out in the next 5 minutes.”

Nerana Felgrond quickly hurrys out of the pub
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Shirley Holmes?))
AJ B. (GM): (yep)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((…Wow.))
Ambrose Betamax: stops messing with his new pet jerk “alright, call me baby- oh wait I’m no….” Right" *leaves"

Ceukeausraa Krem would head out with Ambrose, of course.
AJ B. (GM): (mostly just what she called herself, like many other idiots in post rifts she found a book and though “hell, I can do that”)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((…And even lived on Baker Street. That’s the impressive part.))
AJ B. (GM): Alright, well the three of you are the only ones to leave, everyone else apparently stayed.
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((I got deletified!))
Nerana Felgrond: (( :O Oh Noes! ))
AJ B. (GM): (there you go, should be back now)

Ceukeausraa Krem extends a hand to the person she doesn’t know. “So, I’m Ceukausraa.” She’d already blown her cover, so why not? “And you are?”

Nerana Felgrond shakes Krem’s hand “I’m Nerana nice to meet you”

Ceukeausraa Krem nods. “Well.” She looks to Ambrose. “If he doesn’t have any objections, I think we were just about to head off to our apartment and perhaps keep the party going.”
Nerana Felgrond: “If you don’t mind me asking mind If I join the group? I might have skills your group might not already have but I can understand if I can’t if I can’t I’ll be on my way.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Ambrose…Hellooo?))
Ambrose Betamax: (I’m here)
(how does she know we’re a group?)
Nerana Felgrond: ((Krem said so…)
AJ B. (GM): (well she knows your a friend, from overhearing that)
(not sure how much two people really constitutes a group, but hey semantics)
Melo: (Did we lose someone? I only see 4 of us)
Nerana Felgrond: ((Still 5 here on my end))
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Nah. Just not showing up again.))
Melo: (Works for me!)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((You know how Roll20 is.))
AJ B. (GM): (yeah its been out for me for a while, was trying to fix it with those couple refreshes, just gave up after that)
(We know Nero is here)
(since thats the missing name no biggy)
(or at least is the one Im missing)

Ceukeausraa Krem shrugs. “I suppose there’s no harm in it.” She’d just have to keep her out of the hidden room. Shouldn’t be too hard, since it’s hidden.
Nerana Felgrond: ((I have things to do tomorrow so can I request we begin wrapping up?))
AJ B. (GM): (I leave it as always up to the players what they are wanting to do)
Melo: (I’m alright with it I suppose; totally understand the need for sleep)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Yeah, not a problem for me.))
AJ B. (GM): (Ambrose you ok with calling it?)
Ambrose Betamax: (sure)
AJ B. (GM): Then XP stands thusly, 100 for Nerana and Melo, 250 for Ambrose, 250 and Krem.
Melo: (Yay exp for failing to notice a woman behind me!)
Cackle H.: Nice. Up to 3,741!
Nerana Felgrond: ((100 Sandvich Exp.))
Ambrose Betamax: (wow you guys have way more xp than me
1,040 here
Melo: (I’ve picked up 1351 exp total. nod)
Nerana Felgrond: 100 Exp. here…
Cackle H.: …Pretty sure you’re calculating it wrong. You know that at level 2, your classes started with the exp listed on the levelling chart, right?
Nero U.: N-No…
Ambrose Betamax: ?
I just had it at 0
Cackle H.: Gimme a second to look at the experience tables.
Well, yes. You’re a D-Bee. You took an RCC. That’s where your first level went.
Ambrose should level up at 1875
Melo should be 4600
And also should have started out with 2,301 exp.
Without knowing for certain the OCC/RCC of Nero’s character, I can’t speak for that starting exp.
Ambrose Betamax: O.o
I thought mine was 3750 O.o
Zea: My first 2121 exp went into reaching 2nd level, towards M-spec. I then picked up TW at 1 point, I think?
Cackle H.: 3750 is if you had 2 levels in your OCC. You only have 1
Ambrose Betamax: aaah ok
Cackle H.: Oh, so you do have two OCCs, Melo?
Zea: Yeah
Cackle H.: Nevermind, then.
I thought you were a level 2 TW
Zea: Nah; wouldn’t have Vault or +11 to hit.

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