Elevators are Scary!
Chapter 5 The Mob Boss and The Beer
AJ B. (GM): Hi all
Nero U.: Hey
Zea: Morning! My caffiene is defrosting and I should eat food.
AJ B. (GM): nods Is blind in here and my thing just not showing him btw?
Zea: Bugging him on Steam now.
Jacob R.: hay alll
Nero U.: Hey
AJ B. (GM): Alrighty then, everyone is in here according to the little fairies that write the names at least. Everyone ready to get started?
Jacob R.: sure
Nero U.: Ready is me
Melo: (Ayep! At some point I will idle to make food, but that point is not likely now due to lack of hunger.)
Ambrose Betamax: (I had a family emergency during the week, if something comes up I may suddenly dissappear)
AJ B. (GM): (Yeah, I’ll need to make some form of breakfast here soonish too, and kk Ambrose no worries, hope everythings alright. Let the recappiness begin)
So on our last episode our fine group of maniacs have managed to kill their neighbor leading to both a date and employment for one of them. Date was a bit more active then expected as the bar was not exactly the quiet candlelit dinner type of place. The deer disguised as Krem managed to assist in the rescue of a young woman who is now headed back with them to join in continuing their night of merriment. Through most of this excitement Melo has been asleep in your apartment. As we rejoin our heroes the three of them, Krem, Ambrose, and Nerana are headed back to the apartment from the bar.
Melo slept, woke up, showered, shaved, cleaned his armor and played with (And fed!) a kitten through the ensuing evening.
Ambrose Betamax is a bit drunk and proud of himself after his bar “fight” and is talking about how awesome he was.
Nerana Felgrond says back to the deer
Nerana Felgrond: “Yeah being unable to punch someone infront of you is ‘awesome’”
Ambrose Betamax: “But that guys eye, I think I’ll keep it”
Melo: “Welcome back folks. Guessing you all had a good time? Who’s the newcomer?”
Ambrose Betamax sings a deer drinking song that probably sounds good to deer, anyways
Nerana Felgrond: ((Not not really))
Nerana Felgrond After waiting to see if one of the others were going to introduce her she says “My name is Nerana,You?”
Melo: “Bill.” A hand would be offered, because he’s old fashioned like that. “Just our resident mechanic.”
Nerana Felgrond shakes his hand “Nice to meet you.”
Ambrose Betamax: (lol omg my brother is a dick)
Melo: “A pleasure, ah’m sure. So, what brings you here at late thirty in the morning? Deer up to his old tricks already?”
Ambrose Betamax: (the sanmmich I bought for my immobilized mom who just got back from the hospital, he ate it)
Ambrose Betamax: “hey my old tricks are good.”
Nerana Felgrond: ((Dick Move… just wow…))
Ambrose Betamax: (he said he thought it was dads, but thats still a dick move, and he tends to lie to save himself)
AJ B. (GM): (I’d have punched him, but I’m a tad more violent towards siblings)
Ambrose Betamax: (lol)
Melo snorts just a bit. “Sure. Don’t let him pee on you.” Wait, what? “Anyways, what brings you here? And whats our plan folks? Also, I fed your cat. Rambunctious little bugger. Kept trying to wake me up.”
Nerana Felgrond: “The thing that brings me here is I want to join a group… because ‘living’ in a pub isn’t the best life…”
Ambrose Betamax: "we’re a group? I thought we were more of a congomeration…or possibly a fungi.
Melo: “I see.. So you’re looking for a gang’re what? We’re new in town ourselves, so I suppose someone who knows the place could be helpful. And really August? Really? A fungi?” Up a hand would go to rub around those bionic eyes built into his face.
Ambrose Betamax: “you humans and your words, you have like 50 words for a bunch of something…”
Nerana Felgrond: “A group that hopefully isn’t evil….”
Ceukeausraa Krem: “I figured we were more like a colony of Hydrozoa.”
Melo stammering would follow! “..A fungi is a mushroom!”
Melo: (I have to question just how evil we are, myself)
Ambrose Betamax: “I mean, you have embarrassments of flamingos, murders of crows, frocks of nuns…”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((I am diabolical.))
Ambrose Betamax: (I made that last one up, but its effing funny so I hope its for real)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Nuns WEAR frocks.))
Melo laughs a bit in exasperation. “Nuns wear frocks, not what you call a group of them. A group is called ’Sore knuckles.”
Ambrose Betamax: “….I like frock better.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: “I thought they were called Gerontology Subjects.”
Vault: "Technically, Commander, a group of Nuns is called a “superfluity”."
Ambrose Betamax: “why, are they more fluid than regular fluid?”
“I still like frock. cause its like flock and nuns can fly!”
Nerana Felgrond: “What kind of nuns have you seen?”
Ceukeausraa Krem presses her first and second fingers to her forehead. “He’s making that up, Ambrose. Superfluity is just a ridiculous amount of things.”
Ambrose Betamax: (lol I totally got the whole party off topic)
Ceukeausraa Krem kind of assumes Vault’s gender identity is male, anyway.
Ambrose Betamax: (Vault thinks of himself as susan and wants you to respect his life choices)
AJ B. (GM): (oddly enough he’s not according to oxforddictionaries.com at least lol)
Vault chimes in, with that robotic voice of his in answer to the deer’s question. “Originating from 14th century Latin and based upon the word ‘superfluus’, it is rarely used in reference to nuns in this present day and age. In general, it does mean an overabundance of something, as most of the time a large collection of nuns at once was not needed outside of the church setting.”
Ambrose Betamax: “so we could call a group of nuns a redundancy of nuns!”
Ceukeausraa Krem: “…One nun is needed ever? In general? For what?”
Melo makes his way into the kitchen, just shaking his head. “Thank you Vault, the walking Encyclopedia Britannica.”
Vault again responds, “You’re welcome, Commander.”
AJ B. (GM): (Target Practice Krem)
Ambrose Betamax: “well you obviously need backup nuns in case they crash. flying is dangerous.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: (I thought that’s what Feni were for. I mean whaaaaaaaaat?)
Nerana Felgrond: “What kind of nuns fly anyways!?”
Ceukeausraa Krem: “The ones I kick.”
Ambrose Betamax: “all nuns fly.”
Ambrose Betamax: “at least thats what the holy betamax cassette says. it was all about a flying nun…”
Nerana Felgrond: “Angels aren’t nuns they are Angels some might be dead nuns but angels aren’t all nuns…”
Melo chuckles. “So, yeah. Who’s vouching?” And he’d glance meaningfully at Krem.
Ambrose Betamax: “she helped me insult drunks, so I like her.”
Melo sighs, then nods. “Good enough. Alright folks, what’s the plan? Who needs sleep, who needs food? August, we still need you to change those sheets. You did buy new ones, right?”
Ambrose Betamax: “I’m sure we have a spare sheet around here somewhere….”
“we could always steal our now dead neignbors sheets.”
Nerana Felgrond: “Dead neighbor? Do I even want to ask?”
Melo just looks at the deer, almost agast at the idea. Not because its a bad one, mind you, but.. “Well, you DO know why they’re dead now, right? The whole ‘breaking and entering’ bit?”
Ambrose Betamax: “Our annoying neighbor broke in and got punched to death.”
Nerana Felgrond: “Ok then…”
Ceukeausraa Krem: “Technically, it was just Trespassing. Breaking and Entering usually requires property damage.”
Melo nods. “Yeah. Last person to walk in here uninvited ended up with their ribs on the far side of their spine. And true enough.”
Melo is so casual and caviler about the brief description of what happened. Is the newcomer sure they want to hang around such a group of madmen?
Ambrose Betamax: (and mad-deer)
Nerana Felgrond is slightly surprised by how calm but it could be much worse…
Nerana Felgrond: ((How calm Bill was*))
Melo makes sammiches, and offers, because who doesn’t like a sandwich after a night of drinking.
AJ B. (GM): (Alright, so anyone got anything they wish to get done before time skipping along through sleep/night?)
Ambrose Betamax: (nope, I guess I change the sheets but thats it)
Nerana Felgrond takes and eats one of the Sammiches
Nerana Felgrond: ((Now I’m ready to time skip)
Melo: (Try and fix that AC unit at that other bar that had a busted. The one that offered free drinks, provided the payment is transferable to someone else)
(Unless they’re closed)
AJ B. (GM): (they are, lot of them came back because of last call at one of the roudiest bars in the city)
Melo: (I’m good then)
AJ B. (GM): (alright, my stomach demands I make food, bbiab)
Melo: (Gonna start a pizza then)
Nerana Felgrond: ((To chips…)
Melo: (Pizza is now baking)
Nerana Felgrond: ((Chips now chippy))
AJ B. (GM): (back and when everyone else is.) The morning comes and the city is just beggining its hustle and bustle when a single loud Crack is heard at your door.
Vault as is normal, is standing guard just behind the door.
Nerana Felgrond abruptly wakes up due to the sound but just attempts to go back to sleep
Melo awake after a bit more snoozing through the night, goes to check. With the robot. “Vault, Report.” Hell no he aint gonna get shot at first thing in the morning, let alone without his body armor. That’d he’d likely be doning after a change into his civvies.
Vault: “That was the sound of our new door beggining to break likely due to a single intense blunt force directed towards it. Perhaps someone who does not know how to knock properly?”
Melo shakes his head, once more amused. “Yeah? Who are you and what’d’ya want?” A call from the hallway, last few plates of body armor slid into place, helmet attached where it should be when not in use.
AJ B. (GM): “I’m your fucking landlord and I want to know why My longest tenant happens to be Dead!”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((THERE’S the repercussions. I knew they were hiding somewhere.))
Nerana Felgrond: ((Its not OUR fault she wasn’t wearing Mega Damage Bathrobes….))
Melo: “Ah.” A door would be unlocked. “C’mon in. Lemmie get Officer White for you to explain. I’d much rather not go into too much detail, though I’m sure we can get the police report for you.” And off to fetch Krem he’d go.
AJ B. (GM): He’d come in and lean against the door jamb. “Hope she’s got a good reason, or that report has a good explanation.”
Melo would attempt to wake Krem without being in striking range (Could anyone blame him?) and quietly suggest she bring her badge.
Ceukeausraa Krem might not even be back yet!
AJ B. (GM): (why is there a name for a group of hermits?)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Hermetic Mages have a name for their group. It’s called an enclave Hermetic Mages.))
Zea in such case, would return empty handed. “Seems Peacekeeper White is already out at work. As of 7 am yesterday morning, she’d been appointed as a peacekeeper. When I returned from a job up at the office to fix a glitch in the system that the Admins brought me in to take care of,” a hand would point at the administration building, “Your tennent followed me into the building. Upon being asked to leave several times, she reached into her robe. At that time, based on past experiences, Peacekeeper White, for concern of her safety and those on the premises, responded with lethal force in removing the potential threat. All approved and within her duties as a Peacekeeper. I can get you the chapter and subsection ID’s if you’d like.”
Melo: (Except, that’s from Melo)
Melo thinks that about sums up the police report, at least.
AJ B. (GM): The landlord looks at Melo. Seeming to calm down some. “That’s rather frustrating but I suppose she had been asking for it. Only problem is I’m out one of my best sources of income now.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Yup. That is a problem. YOUR problem. BUH BYE~!))
Melo offers a light shrug at that. “That is gonna be the hardest part for me to fix. I mean, you’ve got us, ‘n we’re likely going to be here for a while, but otherwise.. Yeah. Not much to be done for it. At the least, I can offer you a cup of coffee for having to make the trip down here to get the report first hand?” He’s a nice guy, really.
AJ B. (GM): He nods and accepts the offer. “Thanks I could use it. Honestly filling the place shouldn’t be too big of a problem but the amount of late fees she stacked on and paid off probably came to double what the rent was.”
(does a zeal of zebras actually have zeal for anything?)
Melo laughs, fetching coffee. “Ahh.. One of THOSE types, eh? Reliable to not pay on time, but to at least pay every time? Wish I could do more, but new in town, don’t have too many connections with people looking for a place to stay yet. I’ll see what I can do about bumping the place to the top of recommended lots though when I’m up at the Office though, if you want? No promises because of all the paperwork and such, but I can ask.”
Ambrose Betamax: (I’m sorry all, I have to step away for a bit, but I’ll try to come back within an hour or two)
Nerana Felgrond: ((Bye for now))
Ambrose Betamax: (thanks….Zea is free to play with ambrose if he wants to have an extra role :P)
AJ B. (GM): (kk, be well Blind)
Ambrose Betamax: (thanks, sorry man)
AJ B. (GM): (no worries, family is important and takes priority I know)
He nods, and finishes the coffee “That’d be appreciated, they like to keep me low on the list most times honestly.” With that he turns and heads out the door walking down the street.
Melo is glad that went over as well as it did. He didn’t even ask for a police report! Well, now to figure out just where the hell Krem went, and figure out what to do with the sleeping guest.
Melo goes to rouse Ambrose enough to let him know what’s going on; he’d trust Krem to take care of herself, really. And then a quick channel surf on any TV that happened to be in the house, or failing that, the radio to listen in for any reports that would be fitting of Krem’s actions, including simply listening in on police and military bands between his own radios and Vault’s.
AJ B. (GM): Nothing on either one.
Melo will just keep an ear out then for mayhem on the coms, or the standard group frequency before making his way to one of those bars with a busted AC unit, offering free drinks to whoever fixes it, just to see if the offer is transferable if he can get it working.
Vault follows along, like your average every day walking death machine slash encyclopedia.
Nerana Felgrond is still peacefully asleep
AJ B. (GM): Alright, you make it to the bar. A little hole in the wall called “Pissed and Stumbling.” The bartender tells you sure, if you can fix it, provided you tell them who its getting transferred to and its sticking to them then fine.
Melo offers up the name ‘Vhen Simli’ as for who he’d be giving it to before settling to work. Because it gives him time to think about just how he’s gonna do his other job.
AJ B. (GM): He nods and writes the name down. “Alright, you get it fixed we’ll make sure he doesn’t dry out.”
Melo: rolling 1d100< 60 (Basic Mechanics)
= 1 Successes
AJ B. (GM): Back at the apartment there is the sound of yelling between a male and female right outside the front door.
Nerana Felgrond gets up due to the noise heads to and opens the door to see what the hell is going on.
Zea as the deer, would likely be sleeping soundly in the bedroom still. Because he hasn’t actually gotten much sleep as of late, and his brain is still trying to knit itself together after being tazored half a dozen times when passing out from fear.
AJ B. (GM): Outside is a couple yelling at each other. The male is a black haired sleek looking guy who is bent over and looking at his now empty hands. A pair of lockpicks jutting out of the doors lock. “umm, hi didn’t know anyone was living here.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Aren’t you glad I chose this house?))
Zea: (Isn’t this the 4th person to try and break in in the last day and a half?)
Nerana Felgrond looks at the lock and back at the couple “The fuck were you doing?”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Depends, count the guy who was in there when we were showing it?))
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Then probably.))
AJ B. (GM): “Give me a few and I might have a decent answer. Until then, trying to impress my date and enjoy her company in a private manner.” The woman glares at him, slaps him and storms off. He straightens up and stands. “If I can just have those back” He reaches for the lockpicks. “I’ll be on my way.”
Nerana Felgrond blocks his hand and takes attempts to take the picks “I’ll just take these then you can be on your way”
AJ B. (GM): Melo, you’re able to fix the AC without any real problems.
You’re easily able to grab them being that much closer. “Now little girl, didn’t mommy teach you stealing was wrong?”
Nerana Felgrond: “So are you saying you WANT to be killed?”
(To GM): /me fixes a jam in the main fan, and rewires the compressor to get the big ol’ unit back up and running. Simple enough. “Any chance I could get the free drinks note in writing? Just gotta make sure m’friend knows about it, and make sure that your tenders know its legitimate. ‘Sides, don’t have a photograph of him handy so you know who he is.”
AJ B. (GM): He laughs “Oh and I suppose you’re going to kill me out here while I’m doing nothing more then standing on a porch? Don’t kid a kidder, give me my picks Now.”
Zea as the deer, would rouse eventually and brazenly walk out into plane view, once more in the buff, because deers sleep like that. “What’s going on?”
AJ B. (GM): The bartender nods and writes one up real quick before handing it to you.
Nerana Felgrond: “Seriously you should just SAY you want to die! It would make things easier….” *Nerana turns to Ambrose “Some dick wanted to break into our house to impress a girl so I took the picks and now he wants to die…”
Zea: “Oh. Well, that’s no reason to want to commit suicide. Its not like you lost your great great great grandfather’s axe when you attacked a rust monster. I’m sure you can get more picks.”
AJ B. (GM): “Broad daylight, decent crowd of people, walking by who have seen us standing here talking, even if they aren’t paying a lot of attention. I’m going to bet you aren’t willing to deal with the repercussions of murder. So just hand me my damn lockpicks.” He holds out his hand.
(From AJ B. (GM)): btw the deer would recognize this as the guy you first saw during the showing.
Nerana Felgrond: “Hahahaha! No just leave already….”
Zea: “You DID see the dead body that went flying out of here yesterday with its ribs where its spine should be, right? I wanna be a peace keeper too! After all, you’ve already got a criminal record for breaking and entering. Or maybe I could just invite you in for a good time…” And eyes would light up at the thought… But what one of those thoughts is the question.
AJ B. (GM): and suddenly he looks much more disturbed about what is going on. He turns to head off but looks over his shoulder. “You’re going to regret this you bitch.” With that he starts heading down the street.
Zea fails a seduction roll.
Nerana Felgrond closes the door and locks it she says to Ambrose “It’s about time he left.. Well now I have lockpicks… I should learn to use them sometime.” and sat down on the couch and turned on the TV to see if anything intresting is going on.
Zea steps on up to the door and calls after the man, “Call me some time, Big boy! I’m sure we could have a good time together!” And then TV watching would follow, still in the buff. “They can be handy when you need to get past a door.”
Nerana Felgrond: “Yeah that’s a good reason why I should learn to use them…”
AJ B. (GM): At Ambrose’s yelling he breaks into a run. Tv is pretty dull, only even mildly interesting thing is that one of the Admin’s is throwing a major party.
Zea: (I can only hope I’m doing Ambrose justice)
“Ooo, that could be fun! Think we could get into it? So, how long have you been in town, anyways?”
Nerana Felgrond: “A few weeks I generally travel alot… Still maybe we should try to enter the party…”
Zea: “It could be fun! Where’d they say they were having it at again? I wasn’t paying attention.” Nope, he’s actually paying more attention to a mewing kitten he’d collected, because everyone loves kittens.
AJ B. (GM): (said its at Administrator Torini’s home)
Nerana Felgrond: “The Admin Torini’s house…”
Zea: “Well then! Guess we better get cleaned up and ready for it then! You humans normally like us to be showered first, right?”
Nerana Felgrond: “I guess? I’ve never seen a Deer-Bee before.”
Zea: “Well, better safe then sorry if we’re going to go nob hobs with the rich people, right? Here, hold this.” And a kitten would be deposited in Nerana’s lap before he’d go to shower and get cleaned up and dressed in his finery. “After all, I’m sure some of them need a new refrigerator.”
Nerana Felgrond pets the kitten while waiting
AJ B. (GM): As you two are preparing to try and get into the party Krem returns from whatever she has been doing.
(To GM): "would spend some time getting that AC unit working before making his way up to the main office, and over to the first clerk that they’d walked in on, in the ‘Others’ office, provided he wasn’t busy. “Mr. Simli?”
(From AJ B. (GM)): “Oh hey its you, did you find yourself a plant?”
Ceukeausraa Krem is surprisingly NOT covered in blood. “What’s up?” She asks, locking the door behind her.
Nerana Felgrond: “Nothing me and the deer were getting board so we are going to head out to some party also some guy tried breaking in… but he ran off.”
(To GM): “Nah, haven’t had a chance to yet; managed to find m’self a few jobs, and came across something that I thought you might like though.” The door would be closed, just for the sake of privacy, and with permission, o’corse! "Ever been down to the “Pissed and Stumbling” bar on [insert street name here]?"
Zea by now would be dressed in terable green garments highlighted with gold, fitting more of someone out of the Victorian era, or perhaps even a high school marching band. “Was the same guy that was here when we first showed up. He turned me down a second time.”
(From AJ B. (GM)): “A couple times, too few people willing to buy me drinks for me to make it a regular hang though.”
Ceukeausraa Krem sighs and presses her digits into her brow again. “Of course he did. Anyway, you two have fun. Have you seen Me- Bill?”
(To GM): Laughs “Well, consider it your new watering hole then, I suppose.” And he’d slide that note on over. “Figure you were nice enough when we first got here, and you’ve got a thankless enough job, I might as well return the favor. ‘Sides, if I’m gonna be working around here on a regular basis, I should get to know my coworkers, y’know?”
Nerana Felgrond: “He went off somewhere”
(From AJ B. (GM)): He looks it over and studies the signature carefully. “This is some kind of prank right. One of the other clerks put you up to this?”
Zea: “He said something about going to a bar with a broken large format refrigerator unit, I think? He’s not trying to move in on my business, is he?”
(To GM): “Nope. Can check the job yourself, ‘s in the system. Job [insert reference number here], Pissed and Stumbling, busted AC, payment: Drinks for life. Can even check the power pull to see that their AC is back up and running. Made sure to update the system that I finished the job ’n the management there signed off on it. No jokes. Just saw a man that’d get a lot more use out of it then I would, and its always good to have friends, y’know? Make this world a better place and all that.”
Ceukeausraa Krem would head to the bedroom, then. “Uh…huh. I’m going to try and get myself some sleep, then.”
Zea: Have a good nap! I changed the sheets last night, but then I slept in them.
(From AJ B. (GM)): “Well thanks friend, greatly appreciate it. I been dry for a few days waiting on that next paycheck. Anything I can do for you, you let me know.”
AJ B. (GM): (alright so I assume the two of you head out to look for the Admins house and this party?)
Nerana Felgrond: ((Yep I’m ready for this))
Zea: (Yep! No idea what a deer’ll do, but I’ll wing it!)
AJ B. (GM): After a while of wandering the streets you find the place. A huge gate with big golden letters worked into it “W.T.” Stands before you. Two very large men stand in front of the gate, stopping anyone who tries to get in and checking against a clip board one of them is holding. On the other side there are a bunch of rich and well to do people mingling in front of the house.
Nerana Felgrond looks to Ambrose "This may be harder then expected…
Nerana Felgrond: "
(To GM): Put his hand out to shake the other man’s warmly. He may not be the most persuasive guy out there, but a hell of a lot can be said for being nice at times. “No problems. Same thing goes for you Vhen. Bug me any time you need a hand; tech support, busted car or what have you. Keeps me busy and I like helping out where I can. Anywho, the admins want me fixing that glitch that keeps eating messages. Provided you’re not busy during the day, if I need to, think I could bug you to test stuff for me? I
might have some fixes in mind, but its always nice to have an end user confirm a fix in production.”
AJ B. (GM): (lol a party thrown by 1 of the 13 heads of the city, did you expect it to be an open event?)
Nerana Felgrond: ((It was said to be a major party…. but we might has well try!))
(From AJ B. (GM)): “Sure thing, its pretty slow here in the office anyhow, having something to do might make the clocks actually move, yknow?”
Zea strides right on up to the men. “Good evening gentleman! August Buchanenbergson, The Third, Esquire. Refrigerator magnet, and my secretary Nerana, who is my plus one for the evening. We should be on the list.”
Nerana Felgrond just nods along
AJ B. (GM): The first one looks over his clipboard then looks at his partner who checks his. “Very sorry sir, but it seems you are not among the invites.”
(To GM): Heh, know that feeling. If you end up really bored, I know that m’wife wasn’t to thrilled with getting our pictures taken for the ID system. She’s one of those people that thinks photos steel a little bit of your soul unless you can rip ‘em up yourself. I know there’s not much we can do about the digital ones, but she’s already nagging me about all three of our pictures even existing.."
Nerana Felgrond: ((How dirty are their suits?))
AJ B. (GM): ((Very clean))
Zea: “What?! Let me see that list! Do you have
any idea how hard it was to get here in time for the party? How old is this list? I RSVP’d over three DAYS ago! Bring me your supervisor and the party planner, I DEMAND to know why I’ve not been included on the list!”
Nerana Felgrond: ((Damn))
(From AJ B. (GM)): “Well I can certainly print you out some copies if that’ll help her sleep at night.”
AJ B. (GM): The two of them look at each other and a third guard is called. “Sir if you could please step off to the side with me, I will be happy to assist you, but my compatriots do need to continue checking in the guests while we get this sorted out.”
Nerana Felgrond steps to the side to talk to the guard
Zea huffs as the 3rd man comes up, looking indignant as a deer can be. “Surely they’ve been given the wrong list! How could they NOT have me on the list! I
personally am the one that ensured Admistartor Torini’s refrigerator was top of the line and spared no expense to get him the best of the best! What is your name, and the name of your subordinates? IF this is not sorted out Right Now, I will make SURE the administrator hears of this and knows EXACTLY who denied entry to this gala event! The administrator is one of my best clients! Not showing up could cost me and my company our entire contract!”
(From Nerana Felgrond): “If you can’t get in this way I have my own way of getting in no need to worry”
Zea makes a scene of it, quite clearly. After all, if his clothes themselves didn’t say just how important he was, surely his haughty attitude would!
AJ B. (GM): The guard introduces himself with a slight bow of his head. “My name is Senrik Genteel. I am head of Mr Torini’s security. We will get this sorted out as quickly as possible. Can you please give me both of your full names, along with spellings so I can verify.”
Nerana Felgrond looks to Senrik and says “Could I please speak to you in private?”
AJ B. (GM): He shakes his head. “I’m sorry with the scene your employer is making I can’t leave him alone.”
Zea huffs again, “Sir August Buchanenbergson, The Third, Esquire, Refrigerator Magnet. I might be listed as Bā yuè Buchanenbergson xiānshēng, dì sān, jūnzǐ, bīngxiāng tiē as well.” Another huff, “And she is my plus one; she’d not be listed most likely, as my normal secretary couldn’t make the trip.” Well, he DOES speak Chinese, after all.
Nerana Felgrond: “Fine Sir.August come with me and Mr.Senrik I need to talk to him and can’t leave you alone here…”
Zea huffs again! “You see Nerana! He thinks I’m making a scene! He’s not letting me, ME of all people, in, when I know that the RSVP was signed and delivered on time. Perhaps my messenger simply didn’t make it here in time?” Though he would move off to the side some as suggested, and had his attention focused primarily on the supervisor. After all, why talk with underlings when you’ve got the attention of their higher ups?
Nerana Felgrond: “Look Sir.August if you come with me and Mr.Senrik we can figure this out in private….”
AJ B. (GM): The guard leads you just out of earshot but still within site of the gate. “Alright, this is about as private as you’re going to get during a big event like this.”
Nerana Felgrond looks serious “Look I’ll tell you the truth we are here to deal with a problem… regarding a mass murder a Ley-Line Walker who could burn this place to the ground with everyone in it.I guess our agent didn’t get our RSVP’s in but if you don’t let us through this esate will be no more.” Nerana continues to spout infomation about the ‘murderer’ who infiltrated the party
AJ B. (GM): “Cute story, very amusing, but no one would make that much of a scene if they were trying to catch up to a criminal. It’d draw way too much attention. So here’s whats gonna happen next. I don’t know who you two think you actually are, and right now I don’t care. You’re gonna walk away and leave Mr. Torini and his guests alone. If I find you here again, we’re going to have problems.”
Nerana Felgrond: “Well we already have one an idiot who doesn’t understand the threat of a mass-murderer who has killed many and is most likely going to burn this place to the ground,A Shitty Agent who fucked us,and alot of paperwork when this place gets burnt down and apears on the news!”
Zea will roll with it, huffing again, “You see Nerana, this is why you don’t reveal
why we’re actually here! Did you even check to see if he’s in on the whole thing..” muttering would follow as he grabbed the woman by the arm and attempted to walk away, as advised by the security guard.
Zea adds, “Though now it is no longer our problem. Do be careful, and keep the fire department on speed dial!”
(From Nerana Felgrond): “Well we should move around to see if we can sneak in from behind the estate if not I could still burn it to the ground…”
AJ B. (GM): The guard shakes his head and walks back to the party muttering “Always brings out the crazies.”
Nerana Felgrond when we were far enough away Nerana says “Wanna check the back of the estate? This has to be a cool party…”
Zea follows along, “Well.. Why would we want to burn it down, though? Simply because we weren’t invited, and they lost my paperwork?”
Nerana Felgrond: “Well we have to keep our story straight! Then next time we see that guy at maybe some other party he would believe us! But if you don’t want to whatever…”
Zea nods. “So.. to keep our story straight.. We should burn down the home of a head of state, so that the next time that security guard sees us, he’ll believe that we’re actually trying to track down a crazy murderer? Doesn’t.. that.. make us the crazy murderers?”
Zea: Oh god we need to turn ourselves in!
Nerana Felgrond: “Well we could you know walk by extinguish the fire? still shame we couldn’t get in so if your not into it lets just head back.”
Zea is all for at least hitting up another bar before heading back home.
Nerana Felgrond: “All Right then lets go.”
Melo: (Back in a moment, gonna make a cup of tea. Feel free to lead onto a bar?)
AJ B. (GM): Theres a variety of bars you’ve passed by getting here. The Miser’s Coffin, The gryphon’s claw, Sherry’s, Devil and Docs, Whirled Peace, are the main ones that stick out.
Zea Ooos! “Lets go to that one!” An emphatic pointing at Sherry’s would follow.
Nerana Felgrond: “All right lets go!”
AJ B. (GM): Inside is a relatively quiet bar with very few patrons. A young blonde woman is standing behind the bar. She greets you as you enter. “Come in, set a spell, make yourselves at home. Let me know what I can get for you when you’re ready.”
Zea finds a place to sit, maybe at a booth or something similar, because the place is empty. “So, you said you were town for just a few weeks? Where’d you come from? And how’ve you been making ends meet since then? I know we got grilled when we got into town.”
Zea: (Brb, spilled scalding water on bare foot)
Nerana Felgrond: “I came from a nearby small trading town nothing really intreasted me there so I just kinda travelled and found this place.The way I’ve been surviving for the few weeks was I had money and found that cheap bar and thats just about it.”
Zea: (Well, that whole experience sure did suck. Good news is I wear flipflops to work anyways so I can just take them off at my desk until it stops itching.)
AJ B. (GM): (good deal, I reccomend not spilling scalding water on flesh in the first place though)
Zea: (Yep. Coulda been worse; coulda been the cat, or I coulda been wearing socks at the time)
AJ B. (GM): (wouldnt socks have at least prevented some of the pain?)
Zea: (Was a fair bit of water because I was slow to react. Sock woulda soaked up water, spread it further and held it against skin longer as I tried to get it off, I think)
Zea ahhs with a nod. “That makes sense. So I guess you don’t need a refrigerator for yourself then?” And then to the waitress, “A Warty Dave, please?”
Nerana Felgrond: “No no fridge for me” “Waitress just some Orange Juice if you could.”
AJ B. (GM): She brings you your drinks. (Alright I think we’re all a bit out of it and it may be best to call it an early one, any objections?)
Nerana Felgrond: ((None here))
Zea: (I’m ok with it)
AJ B. (GM): Alright, 200 exp each for the session, been fun guys.
Jacob R.: hey all sorry I’m late
Melo: (No problems!)
Jacob R.: (mom sent me out for stuff :P)
Ambrose Betamax appears!
AJ B. (GM): A wild Deer, shoot it, shoot it NOW
Ambrose Betamax: (nuuuuu) ded
Melo: rolling 1d20+11
AJ B. (GM): lol
Melo follows orders!
Ambrose Betamax: (looks like we have no cackle today huh?)
AJ B. (GM): note to self, do not bring Melo along during zombie apocalypse
Haha. Why are we not bring me along?
AJ B. (GM): Ever read World War Z?
Melo: I have not, to be fair.
AJ B. (GM): You should but short version
Melo: I’ve seen Brad Pitt in Left4Dead though.
AJ B. (GM): one of the stories is a group of soldiers during the early outbreaks
Ambrose Betamax: (will the game work with just the 3 of us?)
AJ B. (GM): they are ordered to randomly select and kill one of their fellow soldiers, and go through with it. “They gave us freedom, true freedom, the freedom to say ‘It wasn’t our fault’”
Game can work with just two people if it absolutely has to.
Melo: AJ and I regularly do solo sessions during the week
AJ B. (GM): It’s up to you guys on if you wish to play with Cackle out of comission.
Melo: To help not eat up game time when we’re all together. And I’m personally OK with it.
(Blind, do you wanna go ahead and keep playing tonight? Or do you wanna go ahead and call it as well for now? Either way is OK.)
Ambrose Betamax: (either is fine with me)
Melo: Game it is! Would you be so kind as to give us a recap please?
AJ B. (GM): Alright so while Melo and Krem were out doing whatever they were, (as per usual being somewhat private about it) Nerana and Ambrose tried to bust in on a high class social event. Ambrose continuing his charade and being very indignant about the loss of his invitation and inability to get in. Eventually Nerana had the “brilliant” idea to tell the guards they were investigating the possibility of a murderous mage getting into the party. The head of security unfortunately did not buy this either and sent them off on their way. They ended up drinking in a bar for a little while and Nerana realizing this wasn’t the right place for her headed off her own way after they left with Ambrose heading home.
(correction Krem spent most of the time napping)
Melo: (Yay for sleep!)
Ambrose Betamax wonders if that cute koala dude wants to join the party for some “adventures” :3
AJ B. (GM): (rofl, thank god that guy has a shop to run)
Melo: (Oh god I’m afraid to ask)
AJ B. (GM): (otherwise I fear he’d become Ambrose’s new favorite toy)
(you guys found Ambrose in bed with him a while back, its why he had to change the sheets)
Melo: (That I remember. I’m afraid to ask why its a good thing he has a shop to run!)
Ambrose Betamax: (cause otherwise theyd never have stopped :P)
AJ B. (GM): Alright so you are both currently back at the apartment, it is early evening around 6 30 or so.
Melo spent some time repairing another Air Conditioning unit, and then gave the ‘payment’ to one of the clerks up at the Administrator’s office, out of the goodness of his heart. More time would have been spent down in the backup core trying to isolate the problems they’d been having. Eventually, he’d report in to the man that hired him that he was’t going to meet the noon deadline he’d set for himself for his bonus check, though he’s likely on a path that’ll get the problem solved, though he might need to get at the core’s actual programing, and not a mirror of the backup to pull it off, because the details he needs are simply not available.
AJ B. (GM): When you report in to him, he informs you that getting you into the core is beyond his clearance level, but the Administrator you spoke with before would likely have the sway to make that happen.
Melo can work with that! Well, he’ll have to, at least. He’d likely check on a few more schedule things, reports of the errors over night and who was in the office that evening, cross referencing things once more, and maybe idle chatter with the tech he was assigned to work with that day about local politics and sports and events and the general ’who’s good side is it best to be on’ and the normal who’s who of local government. And then maybe that last bar would have been hit up during the day, to see what they were offering to get their AC fixed (After all, it wasn’t listed)!
AJ B. (GM): He gives you a run down of the admins and who’s in good with who and who’s angling to take down who, usual gossip type stuff. Current winds favor Admin Nerelev unfortunately he is away on business, but one of his associates lately has been holding a lot of sawy. Admin Gir. The bar asks you quite a few questions before even discussing their payment most of which seem to revolve around Are you any kind of law enforcement or Melbourne military.
Melo: “Nah, I’m not. Hell, jus’ got into town, trying to get m’bearings on the place, get t’know the local watering holes, maybe set myself up for potential employment so I can make ends meet, y’know? Already got the two other ones in town fixed up and running, no reason at all for me to pick sides and leave you guys out; Only reason I didn’t come here first is I didn’t know what kind of pay you were offering.”
AJ B. (GM): “New in town huh, then maybe our pay will interest you, maybe it won’t, but we’re the guys who can set you up a mettin with Cockatrize.”
Melo: “Really now? Well, like I said, I’m new; sadly, the name doesn’t mean a whole heck of a lot to me, though I’m sure it might in a few minutes, as long as he won’t turn me to stone, y’know?”
AJ B. (GM): He shakes his head “you really are new, ’trice is a she. and head of the biggest social club in the city, Very excludieve.”
Melo: “Really now? That sounds like the kind of person I’d be interested in getting to know. I’m sure someone like that could always use themselves a cleaner or repair man now and again. After all, said I’m looking for work and hoping to find myself something steady to make ends meet. So, you want me to take a looksee at your AC?”
AJ B. (GM): He nods and point over to it. It appears to have been shot 7 times with a high caliber pistol.
Ambrose Betamax: (hmm. that would be a problem)
AJ B. (GM): (indeed, but an effective method of turning it off)
Melo whistles. “Well then, this aint gonna be easy. Labor’ll be simple, but you’re gonna need some new parts, for sure. Happy to go fetch ‘em though, as long as you don’t mind paying for the parts. Can get’cha receipts and all that, nice and clean like. Shop already knows I’m fixing a few of these units today so won’t be no questions on where at and all that. Got a few other bits I need to take in for recycling anyways, and happy to just use those here where I can, save everyone the cash. Fair to you?”
AJ B. (GM): Payment stays as stated, you can take it or leave it, anything ectra is on you man. If you don’t care for it, we’ll get someone else."
Ambrose Betamax: (your client sucks, melo :P)
Melo: “Alright, sounds reasonable. Gotta spend money to make money, after all. Lemmie go check out how much the parts’ll run me, and I’ll let’cha know. At the least, I can get’cha a list of what’ll be needed for the next guy if I can’t afford it.” And depending on the answer, he’d set to taking things apart to see what’s actually, you know, been totally ruined before heading off to find replacement parts.
AJ B. (GM): He nods “Sure, I got nothin but time.” total cost on parts would be 600 credits.
Melo has a task for Ambrose now! After a parts estimate, he’d go find the deer. likely in the middle of the day before the party, because hey, maybe he can cut a deal… And find out if this kind of a contact would be worth it.
Ambrose Betamax feels important!
AJ B. (GM): You find Ambrose easily enough. (I forget where they were so Im going to assume at the apartment.
Melo: (Yeah, sounds about right; they had the entire day speed by. Yay for playing with time, because yay for playing with time?)
Ambrose Betamax: (yup, napping there)
AJ B. (GM): (Theres a reason every superhero to ever exist has at one point uttered the phrase “I hate time travel”)
Ambrose Betamax: (either that or follow the sound of various commotions)
AJ B. (GM): (anyhow, you find Ambrose chilling in the apartment with Nerana, and Krem crashed out)
Melo would wake the deer up as needed, and pull him aside and out of Nerana’s ear shot. “Hey, got a job for you. Need you to get some ‘word on the street’ intel, and maybe haggle down some prices for me. Got a socialite club I might be able to get us into, but no way am I gonna drop 600 credits on parts without knowing what I’m signing up for.”
Ambrose Betamax snore snore “I wanna ride the ostrich thing” snore
Melo can only turn off his optical sensors and rub above the bridge of his nose (After all, he’s got implants over the bridge) at the mental picture that just painted.
Melo: “Hey deer boy, wake up.” Nudge.
Ambrose Betamax wakes up mid cassowary ride. “mmphjasdad you wrecked a great dream ;o;”
Ambrose Betamax sets about doing the job. Dressing up in his finest “not attracting attention clothes”, and polishing his antlers to a mirror sheen.
Melo: Yeah, well, I’m sure it’ll happen again. Anyways, I know you know a deal when you see one, and can talk people down in price. Seen you do it before. But try and keep it quiet, would’ja?"
Ambrose Betamax: "fine fine. So long as no one starts getting all spiecies-ist at me.
Melo: “Ha. Can’t promise that. Anywho, let me know how much they’d be willing to go down on the price, and if you find anything interesting out. Vault, stay here and keep an eye on her, and just listen to the radio chatter for anything of value.”
Vault: “Commander there is currently a new transmission being broadcast from outside the city limits, should I play it now?”
Melo piques, “Yeah.”
Aus Low Mutant in a croaking and raspy voice “Lost all of them, everyone but me down. They’re on their way. Arrival in 3 days time. Prepare for the worst.”
Ambrose Betamax: “oh dear.”
Vault: “Transmission ends there, static on the frequency and nothing else”
AJ B. (GM): (someone on amazon does not grasp economics well lol. http://www.amazon.com/gp/offer-listing/1574571982/ref=tmm_other_meta_binding_new_olp_sr?ie=UTF8&condition=new&sr=&qid= )
Melo: “Well.. that’s not good. Right. We want to be out of here in two days time, flat. Suggestions on how to drop off this thing and be done with it?”
Melo attempts to get some background info during the day as well, on the quiet side. A general who’s who of who this person knows, what events they might be able to get them into.. Hell, even if they’re going to that party tonight. Could be his ticket into the core.
AJ B. (GM): (Alright Ambrose, three places you may find the parts he asked for, a scrapyard, a salvagers shop, and a mechanics warehouse.)
Ambrose Betamax: (Do I know enough to know which will be the best deal?
AJ B. (GM): (and a question for you Melo, what section of town are you asking around in)
(the warehouse would give you the best quality parts but highest price, the salvage is the midpoint, the scrap is low quality lowest price)
Ambrose Betamax asks melo which he prefers, if he’s still around
Melo: (General news feeds, first and foremost. After that, some of the seedier parts of town, or anywhere Ambrose might suggest; after all, he’s the one with Streetwise for this sort of thing) Would likely say the salvage or scrap yard, whoever’ll give him the best price, because he can make either work, and he can’t afford a new AC.
Ambrose Betamax heads to the scrap yard then.
AJ B. (GM): (Ambrose you want to roll Streetwise to help Melo figure out where he’d find info on an owner of a socialite club?)
Ambrose Betamax: (sure)
Melo: (Think that’s a fail. Skill of 36)
AJ B. (GM): (Yeah, Ambrose you are pretty sure info on socialites is best found in back alley games of craps.)
AJ B. (GM): The scrapyard is run by a “man” I use the term very loosely, he appears to be a cactus with a face and you think its male. He looks over at you and in a voice like wind through reeds says “How can I help you pardner?”
Ambrose Betamax: “hey sexy, I’m looking for the things on this list…”
(Even a gant talking cactus deserves love)
AJ B. (GM): His needles seem to fold downwards at the word sexy and his eyes hit the floor. He looks over the list. “I got all of it around here somewhere, probably, might take a bit to find, and can probably give it all to you for around 500.”
Ambrose Betamax: (I guess this is where the bartering comes in)
“anything I can do to lower that number? winks”
AJ B. (GM): He looks you over carefully, and his needles seem to perk back up. “Well if you want to help me dig through this heap, I can knock my 50 credit search fee off.”
Ambrose Betamax is happy to do it :3
AJ B. (GM): He digs and once you guys have gathered the parts. “450 credits all told. Then, sound good to you?”
Ambrose Betamax: (sound good, melo?)
Melo: (Your call! You’re the one fetching them. nod
AJ B. (GM): Melo, you manage to ask a few questions before someone advises you to stop asking about her before you find more holes then you care for in your body.
Ambrose Betamax: (would bartering help, or have I reduced the price as much as possible?)
AJ B. (GM): (Everythings negotiable honestly. Its just a matter of finding out how well you can pull it off, which you can either do through skill or talking or combination of the two)
Melo would put an end to his line of questions soon enough. Answers like that tend to mean answers like that.
AJ B. (GM): (Logic based on circles tends to be circular in nature)
Ambrose Betamax decides to see if he needs help around the place. A lot of people would be surprised at the kinds of discounts you can get just be helping out.
AJ B. (GM): (sorry couldnt resist)
Ambrose Betamax: (deers are a kind and helpful species after all!)
Melo: (AND the two D-Bee’s’re friendly towards each other from a racial stand point..!)
AJ B. (GM): The needles around his right eye all seem to fold towards it as he thinks. “Can always use help, hell I got an entire list of things I’m supposed to dig up for clients and most of them want their shit yesterday.”
Ambrose Betamax: “I can do that! Foraging about is kind of what my people do anyways.”
AJ B. (GM): “Hell, if you can find half of this list and help me deliver it I’ll call us square on the parts.” He pulls out a list of 69 items he has to dig through the yard for.
Ambrose Betamax graciously takes the list, thanks him effusively, and gets to work, singing a song that probably sounds really bad to non deer ears. lots of grunting and stuff.
AJ B. (GM): (give me three appraise good rolls please)
Ambrose Betamax: (ok)
oh oops :P
Melo: (Hee. Two successes and a fail either way around.)
AJ B. (GM): You manage to find 33 of the items on the list and 5 items that are similar but not quite what he needs. “Well now friend, thats quite impressive that you work so fast, any chance you’re as quick at distances as you are at findin?”
Ambrose Betamax: (heehee)
Ambrose Betamax replies “I can run like the wind when it owes someone money.”
AJ B. (GM): “Alright then” he flips the pad to the addresses he needs them delivered to, and has a map on it mark them out. They need to go all over the city as you can see. Don’t worry about their payment, I already got it from them before. You get it to all of them and I’d say we’re close enough to square."
Ambrose Betamax: “Ah, thank you sir!” *I run things to each client pacing myself, but taking full advantage of my awesome deerness"
AJ B. (GM): (Alright, first I need a d20 roll from you.)
Ambrose Betamax: rolling 1d20
AJ B. (GM): (you notice someone ahead of you sticking his leg out in your path, obviously trying to trip you.)
Ambrose Betamax majestically goes around it, majestically giving the jerk a rude hand sign.
Ambrose Betamax: (its such a majestic rude sign though that people are overcome by how graceful it is)
AJ B. (GM): (well at least he didnt majestically claim ownership of that leg I guess)
Ambrose Betamax: (if someone else tries that he’s gonna get claimed :P)
AJ B. (GM): Alright, you manage the rest of the deliveries with no further issues, and when you return there is a very large round human man yelling at the cactus man. “Yer hadda week te git it awreddy now gim me was mine”
Ambrose Betamax steps between them. “I’m sorry sir, can I help you?”
AJ B. (GM): The cactus man’s spines appear to have twisted so they point in every direction and his eyes are narrowed into slits. As you speak he opens them slightly. the man turns to you “oh great an animal, well at leat yer prolly smahter den dis fuggin plant. I orded a part two fuggin weeks ago, an I still aint seen hide nor hair o it.”
Ambrose Betamax tries to subtly ask the attractive cactus man whats going on.
AJ B. (GM): He shrugs and nods at the man being incredibly blunt “Idiot wants a part I don’t have and keeps coming back here demanding I give it to him. Won’t pay for me to buy one off my suppliers either. Says he only pays for things he has in his hand.” The man growls a curse and mutters “If y’weren’t coverd in needles I’d slug yas fer dat”
Ambrose Betamax turns to the man. "i’m sorry sir, but if you havent paid for for it, you really don’t have any right to complain. I’m going to have to ask you to leave. now.
AJ B. (GM): He looks at you and his face splits in a wide grin as he balls his hand into a fist and drops his shoulder back, what he is up to obvious from his body language.
Ambrose Betamax simply moves his head so that his antler gets him in the face.
AJ B. (GM): The guy screams, something that sounds like asphalt, and the cactus man waves his hands palms down indicating you should stop.
Ambrose Betamax stops and asks the cactus man what I should do with him.
AJ B. (GM): “There ain’t much we can do friend. He’s human, we aren’t, if the cops come it won’t matter a lick what we say.” He then turns to the man. “You keep the law out of what just happened with my friend here and I’ll do what I can about gettin your part.” The man humphs and mutters “y’better” before leaving the store.
The cactus man looks at you wide eyed “What were you thinking doing that to him?”
Ambrose Betamax replies. "I dont like it when our kind gets looked down on. besides, I have a peacekeeper friend I can rely on too.
Ambrose Betamax gives the cactus enough contact information so that if he needs help from us he can get it.
AJ B. (GM): He nods. “Well I appreciate it, but peacekeeper friend or no that was a big risk you took.” He slides the parts to you, accepting the contact information gratefully. “Much appreciated, be careful out there, plenty of people willing to take advantage of a kind heart.”
Ambrose Betamax: “thank you very much sir. Anything I can do to help deal with that guy? Maybe bring my friend over here? She’s human.”
AJ B. (GM): He shakes his head. “I’ve had a couple human friends try and deal with him, he ignores them same as he ignores everyone else. Claims he is in good with one of the Admins. Doubt its true but on the off chance, I’d rather not be put out of the city yknow?”
Ambrose Betamax thanks sexy cactus man again and heads home, parts in hand.
Melo would be waiting at the apartment, likely reviewing the news feeds on the goings on in town, and playing with the deer’s cat. Because who doesn’t love kittens?
Ambrose Betamax: (kittens are awesome.)
(my loyal steed when she grows up)
AJ B. (GM): (given up on that cassowary or just going to have an entire stable hidden away somewhere?)
Ambrose Betamax: (whole stable, of course :3)
(I’ma use sciance to make the kitten horse sized and loyal :P)
Melo: (Oh god..)
“Hey, got the parts I see. How much I owe you?”
Ambrose Betamax: “….500.”
Melo: “Fuck man. Alright. This job so hasn’t been worth it.” Well, he trusts the deer, and it IS better then what he was quoted. He’d pay up.
Ambrose Betamax: “….damn. no, dont, I just did some work for em……effing good nature…”
Ambrose Betamax cant do bad things, he feels guilty already
Ambrose Betamax: “coulda made 500 bucks but nooooo I had to go be honest…”
“just if you see someone messing with a cactus man, help the cactus man >>”
Melo laughs a bit. “Explains why it took you so long. You did good August. Consider us square on that meal you owe me, yeah? And I can do that.”
Ambrose Betamax mutters deer obscenities to him self and takes a nap.
Melo would likely go and fix up that AC at this point, parts in hand, and leave Ambrose to get ready for that swanky ‘lets burn it down’ party with the newcomer. This time though, the robot would come with him for the repair job.
AJ B. (GM): (alright, need two mechanics rolls at -20%)
Ambrose Betamax: (I’m going to use this time to cook myself some fooods if thats alright)
Melo: rolling 1d100+20< 60
Melo fails at it, kinda badly.
Melo: (Yep! Go get foods!)
AJ B. (GM): The AC is actually now more broken then it was, and needs a new part that you didn’t think you’d need. Thankfully its one of the ones you were going to recycle. However the bartender hearing the loud snapping sound yells at you “I’m payin you to fix it not destroy it.”
Melo curses just a bit. “Yeah, I know, but I shelled out the cash for the parts already. Besides, wasn’t working before.” He’d keep at it, however, double checking his work; He’s got all night at this point, after all.
AJ B. (GM): (Alright, you now need three mechanic rolls and still at the -20. This is what cheap parts do)
Melo: rolling 1d100+20< 60
(Gah at that last one)
Ambrose Betamax: (oh dear)
AJ B. (GM): You got it to turn back on, its now blowing air out cold enough to frost your hair and the setting can’t be changed)
(So by the most vaguely technical definiton its fixed, it now provides air conditioning)
Ambrose Betamax: (hey now thats my job)
Melo: “Well, at the least, you’ve got yourself a backup refrigerator.”
AJ B. (GM): “That really isn’t funny man. How do you think the damn thing got broke in the first place?”
Melo: “Someone shot it, to be honest.” He’d deadpan that one. “Gonna go get a new control unit though. I’m not happy with the job, why the hell should you be happy with it?”
AJ B. (GM): “Yeah, because another someone wouldnt turn it off. They made sure it got turned off.”
Melo: “Well, fer now, can just unplug it here once it gets cold in here, or open some windows. Lemmie go get that part I fried and I’ll get her working good as new.” Yep, not his best job ever, but at least it’ll cool the place down.
AJ B. (GM): (Alright, so going to go buy a better quality part to finish the job or want to continue working with the recycled and scrap?)
Melo: (Gonna shell out for a working part. I figure with that 98, I toasted something good in that controller)
AJ B. (GM): (thankfully only one part is much cheaper then a shot up ac. 90 credits at the warehouse, 70 at the salvage)
Melo: (I’d shell out the 90 credits for the nicer, actually working one. Hopefully it’ll have a digital read out for ‘em)
AJ B. (GM): (Alright, straight mechanics roll to fix it fully)
Melo: rolling 1d100< 60
= 1 Successes
AJ B. (GM): You get the thing fully fixed and dealt with the bartender mutters "Finally, hope you’re a better clearner then you are a mechanic. Earliest I can set up a meet is 8 pm tonight. If you want a later one give me some times you’d prefer."
Ambrose Betamax: (returns!)
Melo simply glances over his shoulder at the robot he’d been accompanied with at the comment, then nods. “8 PM’ll work fine. Where should I head?”
Ambrose Betamax: (^^)
AJ B. (GM): He gives you directions and says “If they ask for a password, you ask them for a beer. Don’t insult anyone you meet after entering the building. Most importantly, Do not, if you have even the tiniest value for your well being, do not denegrate D-bees in her presence. You Will regret it.”
(glad to see you back and perfect timing, as it is now time to roll the clock forward)
Ambrose Betamax: (ah I already like her.)
Melo nods. “Best friend is one, as is one of my associates in town. Be damn nice to meet someone who gives ’em some respect.”
AJ B. (GM): It is 6:30ish you two are at the apartment, and Krem is still crashed out. Nerana has left, where she is gone no one can really be sure. You’ve got an hour and a half to make any prep you wish to for this meet.
Ambrose Betamax dresses in his finest regalia, including a monocle.
Ambrose Betamax: (and the cat hammock.)
(I need to socialize my kitten anyways :P)
Melo would shower, prep his guns, make sure Vault is properly charged up after his reboot, and regrettably, take tips from Ambrose about his attire. Granted, said attire would be his armor, because it looks a lot better then his civvies. “So, you do realize we’re headed to meet with a mob boss, yeah? We need to get into the core, I need an admin to do that, and I’m hoping they’ve got one in their pocket that can get me access, in exchange for some favors or information.”
Ambrose Betamax looks surprised. “Mob bosses cant like cats?”
Melo: “Never said that. Mostly just don’t want you going in blind sided. ‘Sides, I’m likely gonna need an allabye as to where I was. Best to leave the cat here, and have you go order a drink as me at one of the bars near where we’re headed. Beer, just a simple beer. None of them fruity drinks or anything, then head to this address. If you’re asked for a password, ask ‘em for a beer. And try and tone down the sales pitch. Still your back story, but we’re in company that’ll shoot us if you look at ’em wrong.”
Ambrose Betamax looks sad. "fine….I hope krem takes care of her. :(
Melo: “Yer cat’ll be fine, dun worry. I even got ’em a card board box to play in when you were out.” Yep, card board box, current continence: One Cat. He even labeled it with a marker-ed up picture of a cat!
Ambrose Betamax: (aaaaw.)
AJ B. (GM): Alright, so after you two are prepared you head out, however as you are walking along you realize that there is only one bar even remotely near where you’re going and thats the front door of the address you were told to head to the back door of. The next nearest bar is about 3 miles back, this area seems to largely be run down residential.
Melo thinks this works even better. A moment to fiddle with something under one of his pouches (On goes the acoustic noise generator), and he’d ask both the deer and robot to head up front, with the deer disguised as him. As for him? Not too far away he’d simply vanish into the shadows to make his way there stealthy. After all, he doesn’t want the cameras to be tracking him around back. O’corse, he’d also suggest if anyone goes to fetch him from inside the bar, the deer oblige without much fuss. And if no one is there in 20 minutes? Change in the bathroom. City like this, he doesn’t trust at all.
(To GM): shadowmeld, because damnit, that’s just a cool spell; black armor as the focus, because black hides in shadows well enough.
(From AJ B. (GM)): kk
Ambrose Betamax does what he’s told, lacking any better ideas
Melo: (Totally taking advantage of your skill set. nod)
AJ B. (GM): Ambrose: Inside the bar is an 8 armed electric pink woman with two heads. She greets you warmly and asks what you’ll be having as well as if you’re hungry.
Melo: you get around to the back door, there are no cameras around though the alley seems well kept.
Ambrose Betamax: “oh, thank you, I’ll have a surly canadian with extra butterscotch for now ^^”
(I like this job, melo)
Melo: (So I just face palmed hard enough to bounce my head off the wall behind me.)
Ambrose Betamax: (lol)
AJ B. (GM): She nods and pulls out an insanely thick leather bound book and begins skimming the first few pages of it.
Ambrose Betamax: (lol)
Melo can’t be faulted for trying. Really. He can’t. He even told the deer to just order a beer. But he can’t be surprised. Just the same, he’d knock at that back door, after making sure he’s out of view of the city-cameras.
(From AJ B. (GM)): Still shadowmelded?
(To GM): Once comfortable I’m not being watched by Big Brother, nope.
(To GM): before knocking, o’corse. No reason to give up that I’m magic.
AJ B. (GM): A slit opens in the front of the door and a man looks out and growls a curse. “You got a twin brother mac?”
Ambrose Betamax: (lol, didnt think of that didja?)
(sips his drink)
Melo: “Nope, just a damn good allabye that I’m here for a drink and nothing else.”
(I can’t even spell that word close enough for spell check to get it right)
Ambrose Betamax: (alibi)
Melo: (Thank you)
(Also, I hate to do this, but I need to step away for a moment. The shakes’re starting to set in, need to go microwave something right quick if that’s ok?)
AJ B. (GM): “Seeing as there aint any cameras in this bar and everyone heres on our payroll exactly how much good you really expect that to do?” (kk, bounce back into the bar for a bit then)
The woman shuts the book and mixes up your drink Ambrose, eyeing you and one head licking her lips while the other asks. “So what’re you down in this side of town for handsome? Business or pleasure?”
Ambrose Betamax: “oooh. Absolutely pleasure. Big fan of pleasure, I hear its very pleasurable.”
AJ B. (GM): “So what’s your taste then big boy, blonde, brunette, redhead?”
Ambrose Betamax: “hmmmmm you wouldnt happen to have a nice deer lady around wouldja? realizes he’s in a melo costume I mean uh cough yeah.”
Melo: (Oh god. Soooo doomed)
AJ B. (GM): (roflmao) “Hmm, well admittedly very little call for nonhuman girls, but I know quite a few are always waiting for a call. Deer though, hmm.” She pulls out a little black book and pages through it. “Would seem we do, fair warning she’s a bit of a wreck though.”
Melo: “Aint the ones in the bar I’m worried about. Its the ones outside that’re my concern. Healthy dose of paranoia goes a long way in keeping me on the clean side of the law, y’dig?”
(Also, microwave has turned into ’Cooking on the flat iron; afk-ish for a few)
AJ B. (GM): (I like your setbacks, they taste like candy)
Ambrose Betamax replies….“Well..maybe I can help her feel better ^^”
AJ B. (GM): “Cost you 50 credits for her address from their you negotiate price with her. She comes back with more bruises then she had when you met her, and each of my arms breaks one of your fingers. We clear?”
Ambrose Betamax: “absolutely miss. I’m not the sort to hurt anyone, so no worries there.”
(lol I’m awful)
AJ B. (GM): She nods and extends one of her right arms palm up.
Ambrose Betamax pays the lady
AJ B. (GM): She writes down an address on a slip of paper and slides it across to you. “Let me know if theres any others you’d be interested in. Lot of these girls would love to have a guy like you showing up at their door.”
Ambrose Betamax: “well you know, I’m available to help out anyone who wants it :3”
Melo: (And back)
AJ B. (GM): She chuckles softly “Ain’t none of these girls free, after all, a girls gotta eat. Though I might be interested if you’re looking for someone who wants less then your wallet.”
Ambrose Betamax: “…well, I’d be happy to assist…if you need…another pair of hands :3”
(oh my god I am a horrible man)
Melo: (Melo is so going to shoot you for this.)
Vault remains quiet the entire time.
Ambrose Betamax: (I wonder if I should drop the disguise halfway through :P)
AJ B. (GM): The guy opens the door, he is a major bruiser huge guy in a suit. “So the one in the bar, he just doing you a favor or he with you?”
Melo: “He’s with me. ’S my associate that I told the guy down at [Insert bar name here] about.” Nope, no attempt to be intimidating here. “Robot with him is mine, too. Any chance you might be able to have someone fetch him from inside?”
Ambrose Betamax is probably making out with thre handsy lady at the bar by now
AJ B. (GM): “Sure, I can do that.” He taps his ear and chuckles “Hope you didn’t have a rep to keep though.” He seems to bite his thumb and mutter something.
Melo sighs. “Yeah… Remind me not to ask him to do this again. I already know.” Woo the advantages of short range secure coms via a robot.
AJ B. (GM): The woman at the bar having just leaned over the bar and told Ambrose when she gets off. sighs heavily. “Apparently you and the tin can are wanted by the boss.” 6 of her arms cross and one points to a door behind the bar.
Ambrose Betamax whispers in the hand ladies ear. “you know…I’m really a Feni, and we have looooong-oh, my buddy? fiiine :(”
Vault: “Thank you, Madam.” Intoned the robot, along with a push at Ambrose before he makes even more of a mess of the situation. And then go the hydrolics of robotic movement.
Ambrose Betamax: (you cant really blame ambrose, he’s a wild animal and is male, he’s jsut doing what he’s supposed to :P)
Melo: (He was told to order a drink! And that’s it!)
Ambrose Betamax: (to be fair, he did order the drink)
AJ B. (GM): All three of you are led up the stairs to what appears to be a nearly empty dinging room, You are led to a woman with pink liberty spikes, emerald green eyes twinkling with mischief and the body of a teen girl who hasnt quite hit puberty leaning back in a half booth with two guards standing by her side, one burly and large the other small and bookish. She waves to three seats in front of her. “Please relax.”
Ambrose Betamax looks kind of uncomfortable in his melo suit.
Melo: “Alright August, you can drop the guise. And if you
ever do something like that again, so help me..” A frustrated sigh. “I need to learn my lesson.” O’corse, that entire conversation took place on the stairs on the way up. And once inside, he’d offer a nod of his head. “Evening. Thanks for having us.” And a seat would be had.
Vault: “I appreciate the offer, though out of respect for your furnishings, I will continue to remain standing.”
Ambrose Betamax sighs in relief as he drops the disguise as he starts sitting down. “Melo, do you have a skin condition or something, cause its never itchy when I do anyone else, just you…”
Melo gahs. Bill! Its Bill!
Ambrose Betamax: (shhhhhhhhhhhhhh)
AJ B. (GM): She nods at the third seat. “It’s reinforced and stronger then it looks. I insist All my guests be accommodated properly. So please, have a seat.”
Ambrose Betamax realizes his mistake. “Ah, sorry miss, we have nicknames for eachother. He calls me Horny cause I make him so-”
Melo glances up at the robot, “At ease. No need to refuse hospitality.” And then back to the deer, “..god dammit August. I call you Horny because you’re a horny oaf part of the year.”
Ambrose Betamax: “and I call him mellow cause after we deal with his horniness he calms down a lot.”
Vault takes the seat, as indicated, but otherwise remains impassive. He’s a robot, after all.
Melo just.. face palms. “Right. Now that we’ve ruined any chance of showing you we’ve got a professional reputation, and that we can keep things that go on behind closed doors behind closed doors, how’re you tonight?”
Ambrose Betamax: “I’m doing great, the bartender wants me to meet her after she’s off work….er, well she wants you to meet her after work. darn.”
“But I found out about a nice deer lady in town!”
Melo: “August, shut it.”
Ambrose Betamax shuts it."
Melo: (I’m laughing. So hard. That deer is digging us a hole we’ll never be able to get out of)
Ambrose Betamax: (good roleplaying though.)
(I dont think ambrose really understands the concept of appropriateness and just talks about whatever)
Melo: (Yep. We’re gonna get shot)
Ambrose Betamax: (either that or she’ll love us)
AJ B. (GM): The woman sitting across from you has been holding a hand to her mouth and making slight noises throughout this exchange and at at shut it breaks down and starts laughing her ass off. “It’s too bad” she coughs some from laughing to hard “we don’t tape these meetings.”
Ambrose Betamax: (SEE SHE LOVES US)
Melo sighs, “So, can we interest you in a refrigerator?”
AJ B. (GM): “Alright, anyhow, Melo, Bill, Manslut, whatever it is you want to call yourself. I’m guessing your the one who fixed My bars AC?”
Melo: “Yeah. Call me Bill, please.”
AJ B. (GM): “Alright then, Bill it is, and you, Horny is it? and I don’t believe I’ve caught any name for you?” Addressing Vault with the last.
Ambrose Betamax: “you can call me august. or horny. horny works too.”
Melo speaks up for the robot. “Vault. Repair droid and body guard.”
Ambrose Betamax: “I call him dave.”
AJ B. (GM): “A pleasure to meet you all. My name is Cockatrice. For all intents and purposes you have been inside my house since you stepped through those gates. You’ve been very generous guests however and I am happy to have you here. I assume since you wanted this meet it was not to audition for spots at the comedy club or was it?”
Ambrose Betamax: “Well, I’d like to know why the deer lady the bartender gave me the address book of was messed up? If a human did it I wanna know who >>”
Melo headshakes, “We appreciate the hospitality. When it comes down to it, he’s here to sell you a refrigerator, and I’m here because I’m looking to get an admin who’s a bit on the power hungry side to cut through some red tape for me. Figured you might know of one or I could trade favors with you on a short term basis. Or failing that, always willing to trade some information.”
Ambrose Betamax: “….I wanna punch whoever messed with her and I havent even met her yet. grr.”
AJ B. (GM): She shakes her head and sighs at Ambrose. “You must mean, Leah Razortongue, No ones fault but her own unfortunately. She got hooked on something she shouldnt have and turns tricks to pay for her habit so is much more, mmm, accomodating then the other girls. Adrena is very protective of her even if she doesn’t want it.” She then turns to Melo “Well unfortunately I have no need of a refrigerator at this time. I might be able to assist you, depends on how much red tape you need to cut through. We talking, grand openining ribbon, spiders web, or entire forest?”.
Ambrose Betamax makes it his personal mission to save that girl
Ambrose Betamax: (I dunno how yet, maybe I’ll get her into computer school)
AJ B. (GM): (Theres always possibilities out there)
Melo: “At this point, likely a bit of a grand opening ribbon, depending on how they want to look at it. I need them to get me through two doors so I can get back to work on a job that I’m being paid for. Also need it done within the next two days, because that’s the time frame I promised.”
AJ B. (GM): “Gonna need more information then that. I can get you through a lot of doors, but in my house some doors are very securely locked. Tell me where you need to be and we’ll talk price to get you there.”
Melo offers a smile. “Central core. I’m already cleared to the 19th with full access to the backups. I’m contracted to fix an issue with their commutations systems, already know how I need to fix it, but to do it, I need access to the primary systems, not just the backups.”
Melo adds, “And frankly, I don’t have the six weeks that getting the red tape squared away’ll take to get it done.”
AJ B. (GM): She shakes her head and sighs heavily. “Had to be the one room that would need the whole Administrations approval didnt it?” She sighs and knocks on her table three times, the bookish guy pulls out what appears to be a pda. “Next is schedules for 2 and a half weeks from today.” Her shoulders slump. “You’re asking an awful lot to get in there Bill.”
Melo nods. “Yep. Know I am. I’ve got a reputation as a miracle worker I need to keep. Add to that, the time crunch, and I’m asking a hell of a lot. As it is, I’m six hours over due on my personal deadlines of having the job done. That said, I DO have full access to the backups right now. What info do you need or want to make it worth it?”
AJ B. (GM): “It’s not just a matter of making it worth it. I have a couple council members under my thumb and 1 in my pocket. But that still leaves 10 who have to be convinced you deserve into the core. If you can put those ten under my thumb, because I’ve already tried to get them in my pocket. I could definitely give you what you ask. I could arrange for a lot of things Bill, I can get you pleasures, pains, vices and virtues from anywhere in this twisted little ball of mud. but I can’t get you into the core legally.”
Ambrose Betamax: “legally?”
AJ B. (GM): “I assume if you are just repairing things for the city you would prefer your entry be above board.”
Melo turned that smile into a grin. “First off, I knew I came to the right place. Second of all, who said anything about getting in there legally? I’m looking to bypass the red tape, do the job, vanish, and let an admin take the credit for getting a problem fixed by themselves. If they want to kick me a couple of credits or a favor in exchange for the boost to their career, I’d be grateful, but that’s about it.”
Melo follows up, “Besides, it’d give me a chance to study a
real AI system. Sure, I’ve got his,” a thumb that jerked at the robot, “But one that actually thinks on its own. First hand experience with something like that is priceless.”
Melo gives reasonable motives right there, yep.
AJ B. (GM): “Well now thats a different story. You solve one of my biggest problems around here and I can make that happen for you. You said you had access to the 19th right?”
Melo: “Yeah. 19th, no problems. Know the layout, camera systems ’n all that. You know the techs have a small coffee garden down there?”
Ambrose Betamax: (My cat is sitting on my bed silently judging me)
AJ B. (GM): She smirks and nods “Theres a woman down there. Her name is Valerie, I need her, or I need her Gone.”
Melo stops for a moment to think, just going over his mental notes of who’s who and on what floor. After all, he did read through a good bit of data.
(To GM): Door guard, yeah?
(From AJ B. (GM)): yep
Melo nods after a moment. “Door guard for the core, after the eye-scanner, yeah? Dirt or her head.” And back he’d sit in his chair. “System didn’t have a whole hell of a lot on her. Able to clue me in on what I’m about to get my associate and I into?”
AJ B. (GM): “She’s impossible to catch if she is near any reflective surface big enough for her shoulders to fit through. She’s not what she seems, and she can eat most people who try and sneak into there alive. Also my people have found one weak point on her. She carries around a little black book with two golden sticks crossed over each other on the front of it. She reads from it for an hour every day. It means something to her and that means it can be used against her.”
Ambrose Betamax: (I wonder if she has to do at all with the mirror thing from the secret scary lab)
AJ B. (GM): (anythings possible)
Melo nods. “Now the other part of what yer asking; Bypassing the rental scan is easy. Getting past her was the vast majority of my red tape issue, so it defeats the purpose of asking an admin to get me in, so the exchange of the favor I’m asking for becomes moot, and leaves me with a bit of a mess to clean up, though it does give me a good bit of time with the AI. That said, on your side or bound and on your table if in a box can be avoided, and what’ll it pay us?”
AJ B. (GM): “What you get in exchange is assistance getting out of the city if you get caught. If you don’t get caught, what’s her life and freedom worth do you think? What is the value of one persons control over their life?”
Ambrose Betamax: “How about, for my bit, do whatever it takes to get that deer lady on her feet and non-addicted.”
“and maybe into computer classes :O”
AJ B. (GM): “Well now, that’s two favors if your friend there is willing to give up his share of pay, we can do that. If not, you’re gonna have to pick, off the drugs, or back on her feet. I wish we could do more, but this is a business and free rides attract moochers.”
Ambrose Betamax: “off the drugs then. at least that way she might have a shot at getting herself back on her feet.”
(ambrose being good alignment yay)
“either that or just let her come with us when we’re done”
AJ B. (GM): “Hey if you can convince her to go with you, you can take her anywhere. Everyone who lives here is a guest in my home. I’d have to be a pretty poor hostess to keep them here against their will.”
Ambrose Betamax: (think we should warn this lady about that wierd radio signal we got?)
Melo really is a paid killer. The key word there is ‘paid’. “To be fair to her, its a matter of what she’s done to deserve the judgment of ‘man’, in the general sense of the word. Who am I to judge her? Other side of the coin, who’s life has she made that judgment on? Why is she no longer an innocent and now a target?”
Melo: (Not until we’re done planting the disk. THEN we give her the heads up of what’s coming, as a professional courtesy)
AJ B. (GM): “No telling who or how many aside from 5 of my personal hitsquad who were trying to break in to deal with a problem Admin. That makes her quite valuable to me as an asset and an unacceptable threat as an enemy.”
(This is exactly why this riddle is usually a pair of talking doors http://www.giantitp.com/comics/oots0327.html )
Ambrose Betamax: (lol gordium called)
Melo thinks for a moment, though those bionic eyes do make him hard to read. “So far as you can tell, she doesn’t leave that room, yeah? Guessing her book’ll be worth something to you then, if I can avoid killing her?”
Melo has a target, has to figure out value, and he’s got all kinds of thoughts in his head.
AJ B. (GM): “Worth a decent amount of credits, or a jailbreak, or One favor. If you can get the book and the why its important to her, it doubles the offer.”
Ambrose Betamax is hoping the deer chick likes him.
Ambrose Betamax: (ambrose isnt generally full of deep thoughts)
AJ B. (GM): (could be worse, he could be pulling out that mirror and asking people about it)
Ambrose Betamax: (HEY I HAVE THIS MAGIC MIRROR I WONDER IF IT"D BE USEFUL)
(I assume melo already knows I kept it :P)
AJ B. (GM): (yeah, both of them do, and I’ll tell you a secret, he knows what it does too =P)
Ambrose Betamax whispers at melo “you know I sstill have that mirror from the undergrand scary place…”
Ambrose Betamax: (WAT whats it dooo)
AJ B. (GM): The large bodyguard looks over at the whispering and then leans down and tells his boss something. She raises and eyebrow. “Underground Scary Place?”
Ambrose Betamax: “shhhhh melo I think she might know what we’re talking about”
Melo nods again after thinking for a bit. “Ten k UTC for the book, five more if I bring her here alive, five and getting Leah off whatever she’s on for just her head. Either way, I’m gonna need as quiet a ballistic rifle as you can afford to take out her mirrors.” And then a shrug. He’d need to remember to teach the deer a good bit about not giving up information freely. “We’ve been around a good bit of the world. Found a place that I’d much rather forget about because there’s some shit down there that’s not worth tangling with. Professional courtesy though, y’know?”
AJ B. (GM): “Horny, you mentioned a mirror, would you be so kind to get it out and place it reflective side down on the table. It would benefit all of us.”
Ambrose Betamax looks at melo.
AJ B. (GM): She looks at Melo. “Unfortunately our negotiations will have to wait. The possibility you have something that was stolen from another of my properties is concerning.”
Melo just sighs, reaching up to rub at his forehead. “Yeah. Go right ahead. Found it in the desert.”
Ambrose Betamax does as he’s told, and is annoyed that peopel listened in on a clearly PRIVATE conversation. glares at bodyguard
AJ B. (GM): She studies the mirror and rubs her temples as well “I can not believe you are carrying this around after being down there. How long have you had it?”
Melo sighs. “Not long enough. I was hoping he’d just forget about the damned thing. We’re on the (3rd? 4th?) day.”
AJ B. (GM): (3rd)
“Smart plan I suppose if he is particularly attached to it. I suppose I can’t really lay claim to it as I’m sure it had been far from my newly acquired property long ago.” She looks at Ambrose, “Do you know what this does?” she nods at the mirror.
Ambrose Betamax: “no? I thought it was just a very nice mirror.”
AJ B. (GM): She smiles softly and turns to Melo “He really is very cute. I see why you’re protecting his innocence.”
Ambrose Betamax: (see? I’m cute. and innocent.)
Melo nods. “I just gotta teach ‘em a thing or three about discretion if I’m going to have him tag along on meetings. I really don’t want ‘em to get hurt, y’know?”
Ambrose Betamax: “normally he keeps me at home to take care of my cat. I made him a hammock so he can sit in my antlers.”
Melo grins. “Cat is cute, too. Already knows about the whole ‘hiding in a box’ thing.”
Melo: (Granted, that’s just giving a mob boss more leverage over the two of us)
AJ B. (GM): “I’m just going to tell you right now that what you have here is Obsession given form and that you would be served best to get rid of it, or if you can destroy it. There were lots of things down there worth keeping. This.” She taps the table in front of the mirror careful not to touch it “Is not one of them.”
Ambrose Betamax: (poor ambrose doesnt really understand what a mob boss is, he thinks this is a governor or something)
…."what does it do?
AJ B. (GM): (Melo did say theyd happily shoot you)
Melo: (I tried! I tried so hard to give him fair warning!)
Ambrose Betamax: (ambrose assumed you meant if he started a fight or something :P)
AJ B. (GM): She looks to Bill. “Do you want to explain or shall I?”
Melo needs to stop giving the deer credit for common sense, yep. “More or less makes the looker not be too keen on looking at anything else, for fear that they’re falling apart.” And then a tilt of his head. “Y’know, you said you’ve got an admin in yer pocket, yeah? Any chance you can have one of them just get me to the guard so I can hand her that thing?”
Melo adds, “Already building a bit of a rep of moral uplifting, figure I might as well keep that going, y’know?”
Ambrose Betamax: thats odd, I’ve looked in it a few times and never had a problem…
AJ B. (GM): (technically you only looked in that one the one time)
(the only other times you’ve needed a mirror you’ve been at the apartment and I ran under the assumption you’d use the ones there)
Ambrose Betamax: (oh ok)
AJ B. (GM): “Now Bill, don’t tell him half truths, that will just wreck his innocence faster.”
“If you know that much, you know what happens to the others as well.”
Melo nods. “True. Half the reason I suggest giving it to Her.”
AJ B. (GM): “I would really rather you didn’t her power with mirrors no telling what it might do.” She turns to Ambrose. “Those who look in the mirror twice become obsessed with their appearance, and what he said is half true. However only this one acts like an actual mirror to any degree. When you look in other mirrors your reflection will just stare intently at you. You’ll go mad and start avoiding all reflections and eventually just disappear.”
“Problem is, this one shows you wasting away and losing your looks. But at least your reflection turns when you turn and blinks when you blink”
Ambrose Betamax: “thats…uh….really scary. why would oyu let me keep something like that, melo :O”
Melo: “Because, I expected you to forget about it in favor of your personal one. Two weeks time, it tends to take care of itself ’n vanish.”
AJ B. (GM): “If you’ve been down there, why would you keep anything you found in that place. I do it for money but most sane people wouldnt want anything from there.”
Ambrose Betamax: “well I got my kitten down there so I’m happy.”
Melo adds, “Besides, I know how curious you get about stuff. As for why? Same reason he doesn’t remember any of it and I changed the elevator code.” A thumb jerked at the robot, “Its not a place that people should be going, and I’d like to keep it that way for the sake of the world.”
AJ B. (GM): “Please tell me that kitten was not locked alone in a cell on one of those floors.”
Melo headshakes. “Gravity bomb is still safe, right where it belongs.”
AJ B. (GM): “Well, this mirror is by all rights yours and you can keep it if you wish. Or throw it in the trash outside or whatever you want to do with it. I’d really rather you not show it to Valerie but if that is your method of dealing with her so be it. However if it effects her normally I will immediately treat our deal as her dead.”
Ambrose Betamax: “I suppose the best thing is to destroy it then. If we showed it to her who knows, it might just make her that much more powerful.”
Melo nods. “Wouldn’t happen to have a small box I could put that in, would’ja? But otherwise, terms agreeable?”
AJ B. (GM): She nods to her larger bodyguard who walks off and a couple minutes more comes back with a lead box with a heavy padlock and an old school iron key. “Doubt it’ll stop the damn thing but can always hope. As for your terms, Ten grand Universals for book, five for her alive, five and getting leah off her addiction, those are your terms correct? But you want a quiet ballistic rifle to do the job, and will that be coming out of your pay or do you intend to pay for that in some other manner? Lastly, if Leah goes with you, what is it you’ll want instead?” She looks at Ambrose.
Melo: “Plan to return the rifle. Just want something I can break the mirrors with, and I’m better with one of those then a pistol.”
Ambrose Betamax: “whatever supplies I’d need to get leah off those drugs myself.”
AJ B. (GM): “Ballistics are rather easily traced, rifle becomes worthless if you leave a single bullet behind.”
Ambrose Betamax: “or is lack of access all she needs?”
AJ B. (GM): “We can get you the supplies, at least the physical ones. I can’t grant you the patience or understanding neccessary.”
Ambrose Betamax: (man, your right AJ, ambrose is pretty innocent.)
“and if there’s any goodwill left, I’d appreciate any help in persuading her to join us. If someone messed with her here she needs to be elsewhere.”
Melo just looks over at the woman with that light shrug and the unspoken ‘Yes, he is that innocent.’ before prattling on, “Just the barrel’d need to be replaced, and that’s easy enough. Or I can dispose of the gun some other way if you’d like.”
AJ B. (GM): She looks at Ambrose with a very sad looks in her eyes and just shakes her head. “I’ll do what I can if that’s what you want. We’ll also make sure you have a few doses of her particular poison for those absolutely worst days. Cold turkey isn’t easy on anyone.”
“That still leaves us with either a barrel wasted, or a rifle wasted. As I said before, this is a business and free rides attract moochers. Barrel replacement will cost less but it’ll still cost, and frankly I’d rather have the whole rifle gone anyhow, but thats still money lost. So what do you think a fair price for that is? We can take it directly off your pay if that works for you.”
Melo hums. “Unless you’ve got some silent explosives fragmentation ’nades handy. One of those would work quite nicely. How much for the rifle?”
Ambrose Betamax: …“why not just throw a bunch of hammers?”
Melo grins.“I’m a better shot then I am a throw.”
Ambrose Betamax: “its not like the mirrors are gonna move around any.”
AJ B. (GM): “How many bullets do you need? Thats honestly where the real cost on ballistics is. Hammers would be a lot cheaper. The rifle itself is only going to run about 400 credits. The bullets are going to run 200 to 300 credits per shot depending on who I can find to supply.”
Ambrose Betamax: “or rocks. we could throw rocks.”
“jeez, mirror monsters. I feel like I’m playing Dungeons and Deermen.”
Melo hums. “Would be 4 shots, tops. Hard one is the one she’s standing next to. The one on the door you enter in is an easy enough thing, and the two on the sides would be easy pot shots.”
AJ B. (GM): “Oh I knew I was forgetting something, you wanted this job on a rush schedule didn’t you?”
Melo nods. “Yeah. Sooner I can be out of town, the better.”
AJ B. (GM): “What was your timeframe again?”
Melo: “Two days, tops; one day if you can do it.”
AJ B. (GM): She knocks on the table and again her smaller guard pulls out a pad. "Only one in town for the next 4 days is Jimmy “Cockblock” Thompson" She headdesks twice. “You’re kidding, wait you never kid. Ok my estimate was way off.”
Melo laughs. “Right. Name like that, we’re better off with a hand full of rocks and hammers, aint we?”
Melo perks. “Or, just, you know, a nail gun.”
AJ B. (GM): “Depends how does 5k for rifle and 4 bullets feel in comparison?”
Melo nods. “Hammers.”
Ambrose Betamax: “ah good. hammers are machines I can understand…”
AJ B. (GM): “I can maybe loan you my personal rifle and some bullets, but that’s got a lot of value to me and I’d need more then money to part with the loss of even its barrel.”
Ambrose Betamax: “isnt this core place important? wont they be not letting us bring guns in anyways?”
Melo headshakes at that. “Trust me, I know the value of a personal gun. I don’t take leaving mine anywhere lightly, let alone handing it to someone else. We’ll have to make due. And they’ve already let me down there fully armed, and with him.” Another jerk at the robot. “We need things quiet, ‘cause I don’t want to attract the guards.”
AJ B. (GM): “They don’t really care much, most days honestly. They figure if you shoot someone you must be ready to die.”
“Well then, it sounds like we have a deal. I wish you the best of luck.” she crosses her arms over each other extending handshakes to both of you.
Ambrose Betamax shakes hands.
Melo would take that handshake and offer a smile. “Will say one thing for this world. Its nice finding a place when your word and a handshake is your bond.”
AJ B. (GM): “Yeah, just don’t expect to find it often. I keep getting told Im a rare breed. I don’t care to leave the down under to find out.”
(alright, its 9 41, and therefore hitting my limits of function because of being up at unreasonable hours)
Melo: “Safer here then most places. Even more so for someone that tolerates his kind.” A nod to the deer.
(Works for me!)
Ambrose Betamax: yup :O
Zea: At least now I’ve got a reason to get past her.
AJ B. (GM): alright, Melo 350, Ambrose 450, because damn that was impressive on a lot of levels.
Ambrose Betamax: :P
when we resume are we still in a room with her?
AJ B. (GM): Most people when they try to portray innocent just come across as stupid, and yeah probably kick off from right here.
That bartender is still expecting a date with Melo after all
Ambrose Betamax: yeah
Zea: At least Ambrose said he was a deer before being called away..!
AJ B. (GM): and I can’t imagine he is just going to up and leave a lady waiting without a word of explanation lol.
Ambrose Betamax: I was wondering cause i want ambrose to get in her face a ittle letting a guest in her house get all fucked up :P
AJ B. (GM): he said Feni which might not be easily recognized
Ambrose Betamax: also flynt, I’m on the xp page of the spreadsheet and I cant figure out how to add todays
Zea: Under the Vagabond colum, where you’ve got a bunch of numbers
Plug today’s exp reward in under the column labeled exp
Ambrose Betamax: but the cells are red outlined and I cant seem to edit them
you selected a formula cell or typed =
Ambrose Betamax: oh
Zea: might need to hit it a few times.
Ambrose Betamax: ah got it working
Ambrose Betamax: and apparently I level up!
Ambrose Betamax: I kind of like playing ambrose as a naive innocent thief on a journey of discovery :P
Zea: Yeah… but that right there cost us a
lot of information and can get us killed very, very easily in the future.
Ambrose Betamax: with an animal mentality and NO understanding of human society or logic :P
AJ B. (GM): It’s a classic hero, at least the first part is
remember Tropeless is not something that is possible to do. lol
Ambrose Betamax: Well maybe thisll end up being a story of him coming of age in that sense :P
Zea: I’m not sure what Melo is more pissed about. Blowing their cover, or revealing that they know about that cave and took stuff from it.
Ambrose Betamax: Hey, I whas whispering, blame the guard for that one :P
Zea: That’s three times he’s used Melo’s real name since they got into town.
Even whispering, always use the false name. nod
AJ B. (GM): and thats him only counting people he’s done it in front of
Zea: Oh shit.
AJ B. (GM): technically its been used more then three times in tonights conversation alone
Ambrose Betamax: lol
AJ B. (GM): of course the nickname thing is a solid cover
Zea: Yeah, but the background of it is mortifying the soilder.
Ambrose Betamax: esp since they are embarrassing nicknames and therefore legit
AJ B. (GM): its most likely getting written off as “Mellow” in the same style as Little John
Ambrose Betamax: hey have fun with the lady with the arms dude :P
Zea: …Yeah, no.
You get to take care of that date.
After all, there wasn’t any voice imitation going on.
Ambrose Betamax: lol my disguise only lasts for like 10 mins
Zea: 20. nod
You’re level 2.
Ambrose Betamax: oh O.o
AJ B. (GM): (he’s level 3 now isnt he?)
Zea: Yeah, true. 30 minutes!
Ambrose Betamax: (er yeah)
AJ B. (GM): (so guess you’ll have more time with the costume lol)
anyhow Im gonna crash, been a hell of a lot of fun, night ttyl
Ambrose Betamax: lol
Zea: Sleep well!
Ambrose Betamax: have a ggreat night AJ
Zea: Yay hi.
Jacob R.: Haaaay sry I’m late
Zea: ‘s ok!
Jacob R.: I forgot how long it takes for my mother to shop
AJ B. (GM): lol, no worries we all have to deal with that sort of thing at times
Jacob R.: got some nice clothes at goodwill tho.
Zea: My insides are disagreeing with how much time I spend at the PC at once, so the delay was fine by me. And nice!
I heart goodwill for clothes.
AJ B. (GM): very glad you’re here.
I need to go look into grabbing some kind of snack before we start
I really need to stop ignoring my body
Zea: I’m afraid to get snacks.
Because today is the once in a blue moon that I’m hungry.
Jacob R.: I’m…being…HEALTHY (nuuuuuu)
looks like we waiting for one more?
Zea: Not 100% sure on that or not.
AJ B. (GM): haven’t heard anything from him myself, its up to you two on that front.
also, does diced dried papaya count as food, or candy?
Zea: depends on if they added sugar or not.
The drying process removes a lot of the healthy bits of it though.
AJ B. (GM): its from whole foods
but its entire ingredient list is Papaya, Sugar
AJ B. (GM): good then my geek metabolism shouldnt rebel against me over it
AJ B. (GM): Im about 70% sure that my blood is more sugar then blood
so up to you two, want to wait or get started?
Jacob R.: I’m comfortable either way
AJ B. (GM): Hey, you’re here, how goes?
Cackle H.: Wifi network collapse. Still doing maintenance.
AJ B. (GM): ouch, that sucks, hope it gets fully repaired soon
Cackle H.: Annnnd done.
AJ B. (GM): nice
Everyone good to go then?
Jacob R.: ayup
Zea: Tossing something in the oven because fuck it I need something to eat so I don’t pass out, but otherwise yep.
Jacob R.: I found a way to make this way too hot salsa I have edible so yay
Muxed it into a can of refried beans :D
AJ B. (GM): awesome. Cackle, you ready for this madness to continue, degenerate, expand. I’m really not sure what the correct word for whats gone on is.
Jacob R.: oh yeah does cackle know what happened last time?
AJ B. (GM): in character, definitely not. out of character, he may be reading it right now, hard to say.
Jacob R.: A mafia boss thinks I’m cute and innocent ;o;
so you all have to protect my innocence now
AJ B. (GM): (atm yeah, we have Melo having learned that letting Ambrose pretend to be him might not be the smartest thing as now he has a date with the Madame who runs Melbournes hookers. Ambrose has sworn to “rescue” a drug addicted hooker, and they’ve agreed to rob or kill a guard in the super computer complex. Krem is of course still asleep back at the apartment while they are at their meeting. I miss anything vital?)
Ambrose Betamax: (I dun think so?)
Zea: (Seems about right to me. We left off near the tail end of the meeting, yeah?)
AJ B. (GM): (Correct, things are wrapping up) Cockatrice looks across the table at you two. “Well it has been a pleasure meeting such an interesting pair of guests. If there is nothing else though, my house does require constant tending.”
Melo nods. “Before we go, one other quick question… just how DID she take out your squad? And guessing it was down in her room and not some nice open place?”
AJ B. (GM): She gives a soft chuckle “Of course it was, if we could get her out of there maybe we could manage something better. As for how, the corpses were, ahem, returned to us for proper burial, from what our medics can tell she used some form of large blade and stabbed them with it. Left some pretty nasty wounds too. Although one of them did have his skull caved in.”
Ambrose Betamax looks a little terrified at the thought of fighting this person.
Melo nods. “That’s about what I figured. At least they returned the bodies to you. Have a good night Lady Cockatrice.” And he’d rise, nodding at Vault to grab the lead box and make his way out of the room. He really, really needs to
not throttle Ambrose, as much as he wants to.
Vault box get!
Ambrose Betamax: (please dont throttle ambroses innocence)
Melo: (Brb, insides have taken a very, very large exception to me opting to eat food)
AJ B. (GM): (Didn’t Ambrose have some choice words for Cockatrice when we last left off?)
(or changed your mind about laying into mob bosses?)
Ambrose Betamax: (I was going to yel at her about tending to the people in her house that have problems, like say drug addicted ladies)
(But I kind of lost my train of thought so eh)
AJ B. (GM): She watches as the two of them get up and leave. “Oh and Horny, I do have one last bit of advice for you before you go. Do keep in mind that there is no such thing as a recovered addict.”
Ambrose Betamax: “if she was under your care you shouldn’t have let an addiction happen in the first place >>”
Melo once more shuts off visual input, seeing how as he can’t actually close his eyes, and face palms. “August, be nice to our host, please? I’d much rather not end up shot.”
AJ B. (GM): Her eyes narrow slightly and both her guards tense a little. “She came into my home addicted. However even had she not I do not deny my guests their pleasures, nor will I act as their mother.”
Ambrose Betamax: “….oh. well….if she showed up already addicted never mind. But I still wanna try to save her.”
AJ B. (GM): She nods “Well, assuming you are successful, I will give you what assistance I owe you in that endeavor. You also have my sincerest wish for luck in both.” Her larger body guard shifts to the other table and indicates that you all should follow him.
Melo would turn to follow that body guard, as is expected. “Thank you. We’re going to need it.”
Ambrose Betamax follows him.
AJ B. (GM): He leads you down the stairs and turns over his shoulder. “Straight outside or through the bar?”
Melo headshakes. “Need him to go out the front; I’ll take the back if that’s alright? Is there any chance you might be able to have the Madam meet us privately before we go, however? I’ve got one more mess I need to clean up before I depart.” He tried hard to keep his tone even, and not glare at Ambrose. Once more,bionic eyes do make glaring a little more difficult.
Ambrose Betamax: “waaat I got you a great date!”
Melo can’t hide the sighing groan at the deer’s comment. “No, you got YOU a great date.”
Ambrose Betamax: “Weeeell I’ll take it if you won’t :3”
Vault continues to remain impassive about the whole affair, like a good robot.
AJ B. (GM): “Sure, whatever you say boss man.” He holds his wrist up to his mouth and whispers something and after a moment the woman is back here with you. Upon seeing both of you she looks the deer man over briefly before locking with Melo’s. “Well hello again handsome. You’re meeting go well?”
Ambrose Betamax: (heehee)
“yeah, handsome, howd it go?”
Melo nods. “Well enough. There appears to have been at slight misunderstanding, however. August here was the gentleman you met at the door.” A headjerk given in the deer’s direction. “He tends to forget who he’s impersonating now and again, though I don’t think he’d be too keen on reneging on the conversation you had. August, make sure to exit the front door with your guise up. I’ll meet you where we split up on the way here… And Vault, once he’s in view of the public, remind him to keep quiet, please?” Once more, that frustration was clear on his face, and the way his hand was rubbing at his forehead at the deer’s comments. Why oh why did he think this would be a good plan?
AJ B. (GM): She looks at the two of you and crosses one pair of her arms and sighs heavily. “Of course the first handsome guy to ask me on a date in years would have to be an imposter. That figures.”
Ambrose Betamax: “what? i’m handsome….”
Melo offers a smile, “Well, at the least, I appreciate the compliment. Go easy on him if you’d be so kind? As much as I’d like to throttle him at times, he really is a good guy. And August, try not to sell her a refrigerator?” With that, he’d turn to the body guard, “Alright. Back door for me, please? Vault, keep an eye on him. He’s not to be seen as he is in the front room.”
AJ B. (GM): She looks at the deer man and studies him more carefully. “Yes you are, and I know you’re a very sweet guy, but” she taps your antlers “unfortunately these are a deal breaker for me.” The body guard leads Melo out. “Still you can have one more drink on me at least.” She leads Ambrose towards the bar.
Ambrose Betamax follows her, putting on his melo face as he goes.
Vault turns to follow the deer, as ordered, still holding that lead box. “Please keep in mind the time, Commander.”
AJ B. (GM): Once back in the bar she mixes you another of the drink you ordered before, and sets it on the bar before leaning forward and whispering something to him.
she leans forward and kisses Ambrose’s forehead.
Ambrose Betamax blushes heavily.
Ambrose Betamax: (Ambrose doesnt understand the concept of prostitution and just thinks this is some kind of dating service :P)
Melo would wait for a simple radio’d signal at the front door before making his way outside; after all, his time in the shadows are far shorter then the time the deer can hold his looks.
(To GM): Shadow melding again, to meet the deer and robot at the same place as before; the one that was hopefully secure from cameras.
(From AJ B. (GM)): kk
AJ B. (GM): (So take it Ambrose will head out after his drink?)
Ambrose Betamax: (yup)
AJ B. (GM): As Ambrose is leaving she says “You make sure to look in on Leah I’m sure she’d love to meet you.” From there you head off and meet back up with Melo in the same spot as before.
Melo is all for heading back to the apartment, deer in tow or not. “So.. yeah. When asked to go into a bar and order a beer, don’t go in and pay for a hooker, hit on the madam, and order one of your fruity drinks. You go into the bar, sit down, and order a beer, and try not to have a conversation with someone.”
Melo is trying very, very hard not to let his general ’I’m going to murder you in your sleep’ type frustration out in his tone, at least..!
Ambrose Betamax: “…but if I dont interact that stands out even more! cmon, the first guy anyone ever noticies is the one keeping to himself…”
“..also, whats a hooker?”
Melo sighs. “The interaction is ordering a beer and drinking it.” Yep, frustrated human. Just the same, “For now, I’m headed back home. You’re free for the night, have a few things I need to take care of.” And then a blink. “…Someone you pay to have sex with, and then generally speaking they go away without the plans to come back and have sex for free.”
Melo: (All I can think of us Fluffy saying “Your mother’s friends”)
Ambrose Betamax: ….“oh. I thought I was just going to meet a nice deer lady.”
Melo headshakes. “No, that nice deer lady is a drug addict who is paying for her drugs by having sex with random strangers.”
AJ B. (GM): (so who wants to take bets on Vault being the first one to properly brutalize the deers innocence?)
Ambrose Betamax: “…..oh. well thats even worse than I thought. I really need to save her now.”
Melo sighs. “Your priorities, deer boy, really need some looking into. First thing though, is make sure she wants help, and then wants
your help. Otherwise, nothing you can do will make it better.”
Ambrose Betamax decides to go home too.
AJ B. (GM): Alright, you are both able to return to the apartment without incident. The kitten seems incedibly happy to see you and claws its way up Ambrose’s leg.
Ambrose Betamax winces a little, grabs the kitten and puts her back up in his antlers.
Melo: (Not in the face, not in the face! – Arthur from The Tick)
Melo is amused by this. Because kitten. “Alright, so we need a plan. Hey Jaraka [But spelled right], you awake?”
Ambrose Betamax: (cackle?)
AJ B. (GM): (or passed out, guess we assume Krem is still asleep until some kind of answer appears,)
Melo settles on the couch and turns on the news feed, quietly in such case. After all, no reason to wake a sleeping person that can kill you without much thought. “Alright Vault. Threat assessment based on info we have. Shoulda asked if she knew what the mirrors were made of..” (MDC mirrors exist, right?)
AJ B. (GM): (yes they do, though they’re expensive and rare)
Vault: “Processing, all available data. Current threat assessment level at Extreme. Unknown threat approaching the city, target with unknown abilities beyond being very good at stabbing and crushing, as well as walking through mirrors. Target may be impossible to hit in her current location if able to remain in them. Target in heavily defended and highly secure area. Total asessment is Threat level of Phi 8.”
Melo nods. “Mmhmm. Glad we’re on the same page. August, any ideas on what we can do about the death trap we’re going to walk into, and coming out alive? Thinking just mace her down and pray.”
Ambrose Betamax: “spray paint?”
AJ B. (GM): (that may be the most random answer you’ve ever given)
Ambrose Betamax: “If you paint whatever mirror she’s in wouldnt she be trapped?”
Melo shrugs. “Its possible. Was also thinking breaking ‘em when she’s in one; that might be faster then painting over it though.”
Vault: “Commander if I may make a suggestion?”
Melo: “All ears Vault.”
Vault: “Would it not be prudent to assess the incoming threat that is moving towards the city? The Target has shown a distinct inclination towards remaining stationary and would likely still be there upon return.”
Melo nods. “Yeah. Issue there is the time table. Already sold our bike. This mission is looking worse and worse as time goes on. Inbound threat that’s likely going to cut off our escape, impending war, and I’ve been wearing a psicokenetic bomb on my chest for the last week and a half.”
Ambrose Betamax: ….“what?”
Ambrose Betamax steps back.
Melo shrugs, “The disk. Bomb of some sort; I haven’t checked into what
kind of bomb, but I’m fairly sure its the kind that’ll take out the core.”
Ambrose Betamax: (I assume cackles network broke down again?)
Melo: (Not sure.)
Melo honestly isn’t sure that the two of them and the robot would be able to get into the core in one piece.
AJ B. (GM): (well, I need to get up for a few minutes so I’ll let you guys ponder over what your plan is going to be etc)
AJ B. (GM): (back)
Ambrose Betamax: (wb)
Melo: (So.. uh.. Yeah. Shall we take a non-cannon break and play with combat mechanics for a while..?)
Ambrose Betamax: (I dunno, its hard to make this work missing a person)
Melo: (Nah, we can make it work easily. The hard part is knowing what plan to go with.)
Ambrose Betamax: (I guess just pick a plan, the people here decide
Melo: (Welcome back!)
Ambrose Betamax: (cackle?)
Melo casually pulls the disk from his armor and plops it down on the table, simply eyeballing it in thought.
Ambrose Betamax gives it a wide berth. he hadnt known it was explosive.
Ambrose Betamax: (cackle? is something wrong?)
Cackle H.: ((Not real sure what you’re wanting me to do, and honestly, not really feeling it today, no.))
Melo: (We’d like you to take part in the planning. We can push it off to next week maybe, and call this week a short session?)
Cackle H.: ((Ceukausraa isn’t even in the room.))
Melo: (Well, did call out to see if she was awake, and the TV is on in the living room along with lights in the house being on. Could use that as an excuse as to what woke her up?)
(Or yeah, if you’re not feeling it tonight, we can push it off to next week)
Ambrose Betamax: (you ok? anything we can help with?)
Cackle H.: ((Technican’s coming tomorrow to check on the equipment at my end. If they try and tell me it’s anything in the house, I’m going to go berserk on them, because every wire in the wall and every piece of equipment in use is brand friggin’ new. Their old-ass equipment is what’s causing the problems. Over that, it’s mostly just typical family bullshit that’s but me in a beyond-sour mood.))
Melo: ((Ok. Next week, then? I totally understand how a bad mood can ruin things, even more so when its a network issue)
AJ B. (GM): (I’m good with calling it if you guys want to.)
Melo: (Yeah, lets go ahead and call it early this week)
(Can decide what direction we wanna go over the next week / session)
AJ B. (GM): (sounds good, hope things get better Cackle, was fun tonight guys even if it was short)
Ambrose Betamax: ^^
Cackle H. arrives in an Su-47 Berkut Golden Eagle
Jacob R. arrives riding an ostrich-like creature
Zea has tea.
Jacob R. has mozzerella bites and his one weekly sodaa
AJ B. (GM): Alright, all present and accounted for, now I just need a pot big enough to cook you all in
Jacob R.: Oh dear.
AJ B. (GM): wait no thats the cultist meeting later tonight
(So our last session was short and very little happened, a bit more talking with crime syndicates and a return to the apartment to try and come up with a plan. I miss anything?)
Melo: (That’s about it that I remember)
Melo taps at that disk on the table, looking just a bit lost in thought… “Hey White, you awake in there yet?”
Ceukeausraa Krem opens the door and yawns obnoxiously. “Geez, what? Oh right. Yeah. So, that disk. I need to borrow it. Then we should probably get our primary objective done, and get ourselves out of here.”
Melo: “…Borrow it for what? This IS our primary objective.”
Ambrose Betamax: “how big is this explosive?”
Ceukeausraa Krem: “As I recall, the primary objective is actually planting the disc. And there’s just someone I need to show it to and have it analyzed for something. Don’t worry about it.”
Melo: “Its one thing to limit questions, its another to let more people know about its existence. What do you want to know about it? I can just as likely tell you.”
(To GM): And now it looks like we’ll be diving into the device to see what it actually does.
Ceukeausraa Krem shakes her head. “I still haven’t exactly finished the task that got us in here to begin with. So, I’ve got a question. How are we planning to keep the blame off of us? I happen to know the perfect person to take the fall, guilty of plenty of other things. But first I need to take a look at the device with a few contacts.”
(From AJ B. (GM)): just to be sure, you are wanting to know that now yes?
Melo leans back into the couch in thought. “Well, we’re damned if we do, damned if we don’t. Seems like you’ve got it figured out already.” A shrug. “Have at it. I’ll head into the building and keep my cover then.”
Ambrose Betamax: “I’ll uh….watch :P”
Ceukeausraa Krem: “I’ll only be a quick moment. The sooner we plant it after I get back, the better.”
Melo: “Alright. You able to get us into the core itself? Single guard down there that I know I’m not gonna be able to take out on my own. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: “Just one guard? What aren’t you sharing?”
Melo smiles just a bit. “Haven’t had a chance to. Took out a five man hit squad a while back; can vanish into mirrors, presume some sort of blade user; not sure if its psychic or magic though. Single room, 30×30, 4 mirrors, 19th floor. Five grand dead, fifteen subdued and brought out alive, twenty if we can get her to talk before hand.”
Melo adds, “Room is monitored ’round the clock, and the admins tend to come in later at night; no clue why they work grave yard, but there you go.”
Ambrose Betamax: “presuming of course that we can kill her at all.”
Melo follows up, “System has jack on her that I’ve been able to find, and I doubt we can talk our way past. I’m not likely to get the clearance needed in the time frame we’ve got left.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: "Do we have a psych profile?
Melo headshakes. “Nope. Reads a specific book for an hour a day, eats once a day, spends a few minutes in a mirror few hours after that. Beyond that..” Shrug. “Like I said, there’s nothing in the system that I can find on her.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: “No idea what book?”
Melo: “Nope. Single book, small, black cover, apparently has two gold lines on it. That’s the extra five grand for getting her to talk.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: “Do we at least know whether her blades are ancient or modern?”
Melo headshakes. “Blades’re presumed. She’s unarmed on all footage I’ve seen. Corpses were stabbed to death from intel.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: “Have you considered the possibility that she manifests the blades as a part of her anatomy?”
Melo nods. “Yeah. ‘S either that, magic or psi. I don’t trust her to be unarmed one bit.”
Melo adds, “Hell, for all I know, she keeps them hidden in the mirrors. Zero intel on the otherside of them.”
Ceukeausraa Krem smirks. “No more than you expect me to be unarmed at any given time, I assume. Alright, well, I think I know how to kill her. Capture is up to you, entirely.”
Ceukeausraa Krem doesn’t do capture.
Ceukeausraa Krem does murder.
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((And Donatello does machines.))
Melo nods. “Much rather capture her, or at least get the book. Ten for the book alone. Keep in mind, we’re offered one for this whole job.” A vague wave at the disk. “How much do you think we could pull for selling the intel to an admin instead? I think we’re being sent off as dupes. And simply put, I like this place better, after all. I’m sure we can still get you a safe ride elsewhere if that’s what you’re wanting.”
Melo adds, “I’ve already spent more then one on ammo for the trip cross country. Way I see it, we’re in the hole on this one.”
Ceukeausraa Krem doesn’t have a sense of honour, but her sense of greed is overpowering. “And when word gets out that we go back on our contracts? I doubt we’ll be getting much more work. Consider it an investment in future, more lucrative work. Elsewhere.Though, now that you mention it…I suddenly find myself wondering exactly how we’re meant to get off this island.”
Ambrose Betamax: (I do like lucrative work.)
Melo nods. “Yeah. That’s the only concern I’ve got about it. But then again, he did say he can’t be associated with it; how’s he gonna say what we went back on? Or even that we did a good job if questioned? Hell, you know how bad word travels outside of a region; soon as we get off this rock, who the hell is going to be checking with them to see if we’re reputable or not? Comeing in and showing we’ve got a concious and will ‘do the right thing’ can get us tapped for some damn well paying work if we set up the right connections.” And a tap at that disk, “And this thing can set up some of those connections. Hell, both places have a port that can get us out of here, and we’re a fuck ton closer to the states on this side of the island then over there.. One way or another, war is coming. Its on our heads now to decide if this place deserves a fighting chance or not. Hostiles’re two days out.”
Ambrose Betamax remains neutral.
Ambrose Betamax: "whatever we do, we’re bringing that lady I promised I’d save.
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Question. Would Ceukausraa by any chance be aware of the fact that crossing oceans is only viable AFTER you’ve written your suicide note? I believe that was common knowledge.))
AJ B. (GM): (She would be aware that it is pretty much that difficult, though by this point magic or the right machine gives you a chance of living through it. The right machine being anything that flies and manuevers well)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Which would also require a pilot with the skills to utilize said manouvreability.))
“Yeah. We can just cross the ocean. From a port. While we’re at it, we should probably leave a statement of intent, so people realize that it wasn’t suicide or a cry for help. We just couldn’t think of anything better.”
Ambrose Betamax: "oh. I feel much safer now.
(ambrose is only familiar with pre rifts travel brocures. he thought travelling the sea would have been like a cruise :P)
AJ B. (GM): (I fear what you guys are going to find when you run into Ambrose’s tribe and whatever the hell they’ve kept)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((…I’d have thought that would be the one area D-Bees would exceed humans in their ability to know that everything wants to kill us.))
Melo shrugs. “Well, it still beats standing in a storm and hoping for the best. Still don’t know where you intend for us to go, and how we’d be able to get there from the other city. All else fails, fuck it, I can get the parts and build us a god damned glider with a bit of help. And even then, we’re already potental outlaws after how we got
out of the city.”
Ambrose Betamax: (btw is there a perk/feat in rifts that gives me an npc companion? I’m hoping to roleplay it with that deer lady and then get the stat on my sheet)
AJ B. (GM): (I think the Betamax tribe may be “special”)
Melo still doesn’t quite trust that administrator. “Think about it. He hired 3 total strangers to carry out something that he can’t be associated with in any way, shape, or form. Do you trust him to actually purge our records? And what of the guards we mugged, on camera?”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Because they ride the short bus?))
AJ B. (GM): (no real rules specific to cause that, but she is fully statted out for whenever you end up meeting her)
Ambrose Betamax: (ah ok. So I cant do it like melo did vault then?)
Melo: (That’s what your kitten is for. sage nod)
AJ B. (GM): (Technically Vault isnt a function of rules either, he’s part of an rp build as well, but Vault is a robot so he’s more obedient then most npcs)
Ambrose Betamax: (ah ok)
Melo: (Yeah. AJ actually does get a good bit of control over Vault. We kinda sorta turned him into a quazi-GM-PC, to get us background info in an IC way. And otherwise, total lore / backstory bit. Melo’s class is actually a robotic commander. Vault is just the only one of his unit that survived the trip through time and space)
Ceukeausraa Krem shrugs. “Then maybe we should work on our exit strategy first, and come to a decision on whether to blow this hole or not afterwards. Maybe somewhere with more mild weather this time. Like Alaska.”
Ambrose Betamax: (ah ^^ I’m kinda hoping Ambroses character has a way of attracting people to his group :P)
(cause npc’s seem to like him :P
Melo nods. “Exit strategy is all part of the plan. What side’re we gonna take? The questionable ‘get us off the island’ cross the country, with a very high risk of not being able to pull the job off, or seeing what we can get for trading this and the intel of the oncoming fight that’s headed their way? Sure, we’ve got the APC with markings that’ll likely get us at least not shot at from a distance, but we didn’t get a single clearance code to actually radio back with to get us through the legion. And even then,” A jerk of his head towards Ambrose, “August here has his heart set on rescuing someone.”
AJ B. (GM): (excluding the guard who suggested you talk to the guy who sent you on this mission)
Ambrose Betamax: (yeah well he was a racist jerk :P)
Ceukeausraa Krem rolls her eyes and leans in to whisper something to Melo. “He does realize that either way we choose, we’re going to be killing plenty of non-military targets, right?” Then leans back. “I’ve got a contact in city who might be able to help us out. But it requires us to trust someone who frankly has few scruples than myself.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Fewer*))
Ambrose Betamax: (ambrose is not aware of that)
(I wouldnt tell him tho :P)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((That’s why I leaned in to whisper :P))
Melo would lift an eye brow, if they weren’t kinda sorta attached to his eyes. Instead, half his forehead might crinkle a bit in the gesture, followed by a headshake. “Likely not. And help us out getting back, or help us out getting in touch with someone here? We’ve already got someone with an admin in their back pocket that can likely cut us a deal. I still don’t know how we’d get you two down to the guard as it is to help take care of her.”
Ambrose Betamax plays with his cat while the others plan. He never got the hang of planning.
Melo is painfully aware of this. Planning, or sticking too the plan.
Ambrose Betamax: (dont blame poor ambrose, :P)
Ceukeausraa Krem blames Ambrose.
Ceukeausraa Krem: “That’d be a better contact, then. It won’t be nearly as fun, though.” She laments.
Ambrose Betamax expresses frustration that his cat is winning their chess game
Ceukeausraa Krem is pretty sure a brick would win a chess game against Ambrose.
Ambrose Betamax: (hey, ambrose isnt actually dumb, he’s just been sheltered from the world ;o;)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Prove it. Beat a brick at chess.))
Melo chuckles just a bit, then reaches out, picks up the disk,and actually seems to start looking at it for the first time with a critical eye. “So. We do the right thing then, give the city a bit of warning, hand it over, try to make a tidy bit of profit, and see if we can get you safely off the island? Not gonna lie, I’ve got my own selfish reasons for wanting to stay for a while yet, and access to some government training facilities and hardware would be damn nice.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: “I’m sure those exist in a country in which everything isn’t actively trying to kill you…” She coughs. “Moreso than usual.”
Melo laughs, “Less demons in these parts, and frankly, they haven’t taken shots at August for walking into the city. Yeah, the wild-life is meaner, but it could be worse. Could be back in South America.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: “I liked South America…”
Melo: “Yeah… I woulda liked it better had I not taken a bullet to the face.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: “Well?! You should have dodged better!”
Melo laughs. “Yeah. Yeah I should have. Still, took ’em fucking three god damned months to program a
blink script for me afterwards.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: rolling 4d100
Ceukeausraa Krem does 4 particularly impressive backflips in a row to demonstrate how to properly dodge..
Melo should have paid better attention to the fatigue of those under his command, really. But live and learn. He o’corse doesn’t say such. “Alright. So, you want to try and do some recon on what’s inbound? Vault, any new transmissions since the last?”
Vault: “Nothing new commander”
Ceukeausraa Krem: (( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kvS6zMThiZU ))
Ambrose Betamax: (I suppose while you guys are planning I can go meet the deer ady?)
Melo: (I suppose so, yep)
Ceukeausraa Krem shrugs. “Whatever ends up being more fun.” Of course, she doesn’t include her definition of fun, though more blood would probably be a fair assumption. “But if we’re on a time limit, the sooner, the better.”
Ambrose Betamax decides to find the address of the deer lady and heads out, bringing his kitten.
Melo nods. “We’ve got a hostile force that been radio’d in from what I presume is a now dead patrol, said hostiles’re 3 days out and inbound. Figure intel on that’ll be useful for what we want to get out of this deal.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: "I’m not sure what that has to do with anything.
Melo taps the disk again. “‘S a bomb, meant to take out the AI in more then just a physical way. Knowing what kind of force is inbound from Perth’ll make our exchange of intel all the more worth while. ‘There is an army inbound’ is a lot less useful then ’They’ve got about 45 taks inbound’.”
Melo adds, “I’m sure your cycle could get you there fast enough and high enough to get a good overview.. You do that, and I get a meeting with the admin set up?”
Ambrose Betamax: (actually krem, are you human?)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((As far as you know.))
((Sorry, the tab wasn’t updating, while my others were. I figured everyone bailed. I guess just a wierd connection glitch.))
Melo: (No problems! I shoulda said something sooner)
Ceukeausraa Krem shrugs. “You’re not getting much more than a rough estimate either way. If I take off now, and come back, it was a small force and I dealt with it. If I take off now and don’t come back, chances are it’s an actual invading army, in which case they’re equipped to spot and take care of scout patrols just like they did the first patrol.”
Melo nods. “Possible all the way around. Keep your distance, and if it is a full army, bail early. Try not to take any unnecessary risks, y’know? Try and keep above 30k if you can?”
Melo: (Blah. That thing can only go 2k up)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Thus why this idea sucks and will result in my death :P))
Melo: (I’d trust you to know when its a good idea to turn around better then Ambrose nod)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Modern Air-to-Air close combat takes place at a distance of about 2 kilometers. And with Siembada’s psychotic understanding of warfare, I’m guessing he’s taken it to some sort of retarded extreme.))
Ambrose Betamax: (gah I dunno how my character would respond to this)
Melo: (At 2,000 feet though, you’ve got a visual at over 50 miles to the horizon)
(Heck, even 200 feet up, you’d be able to see over 15 miles out)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((And it would look like this https://airviewonline.com/public/66056/melbourne-cricket-ground.jpg ))
((Oh. Right. Nevermind, that would work.))
((I forgot about that whole “Kevin’s a fucking idiot” thing.))
Ceukeausraa Krem nods. "Sure. I could do that.
Melo: (Heh. This is scouting, not ‘Take out the entire force sage nod)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Doesn’t matter. Kevin’s idea of how basic physics work contrast starkly with how realistic he claims his shitty game is, and that makes serious playability problems. ESPECIALLY with scouting.))
Melo: (I also mis-read, can fly up to 5,000 feet)
(It hovers at 2,000 feet)
Melo nods. “Alright. Report back quick as you can, yeah? How long do you think you’ll need?”
Ceukeausraa Krem: “Well, let’s see. We left our vehicles outside the city, so I have to get to them. On top of that, we’ve botched our cover in the city we plan to save already. On top of that, I have no idea WHERE I’d actually be going. Sooo…a month?”
Melo glances at Ambrose’s direction at the mention of blown cover. “Yeah. I’d say head towards Perth, basing 3 days out on land speeds,” A moment of thought.. “You’re looking at ten or so out on the bike at high speeds, ball park. Figure if you don’t see anything indicating large troop movement, circle back north toward the city; day and a half be enough time?”
AJ B. (GM): (Ambrose is far away)
AJ B. (GM): (unless your referring to the door)
(no I mean literally not in the apartment, guessing you missed him stating he was leaving)
Ambrose Betamax: (gasp! have I been followed?)
Melo: (The door is his direction sage nod)
AJ B. (GM): (fair enough)