Chapter 6 Cult of the Cats Eye

As you are glancing at the door, two deer people walk in, one is Ambrose, and the other looks pretty beat up and lacks antlers. She is constantly darting glares around the room.

Melo just.. kinda tries hard not to rage at the deers. “…Yeah. Hi.”
Ambrose Betamax: a"guys, I’d like you all to meet Leah. She’ll be joining us for at least a while. Please be nice ^^"
(Yay a saved someone from the incoming army of doom)
Melo: (…No. This is bad)
(You just bright a total stranger into the house with no warning, when what can be taken as possible treason is taking place. In this house are two people who murder people for a living, and a robot that is programed to murder people)
Ceukeausraa Krem: “I’m not even that nice to the people I like.” She mumbles, brushing out past both deer.
Leah Razortongue: “Well she is certainly pleasant, reminds me of my tribe.”

Melo sighs. “August, close the door please. Bill. You must be Leah, I’m guessing?”
Ambrose Betamax: “uh, it may take just a little till they warm up to you…” closes the door
Leah Razortongue: “August, I thought you said it was Ambrose. This a Sting?” Her whole body tenses up.
Ambrose Betamax: “whats a sting?”

Melo blinks. Mentally. “…God. Fucking. DAMNIT August!” Nope, he is NOT a pleased human. “I swear, if you tell ONE MORE PERSON when we’re not in friendly territory, I’M going to blow your fucking head off!” And then to Leah. “No, its not. Congrats on getting yourself involved in something that you shouldn’t have been involved in.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((OH. YOUR. GOD.))
Ambrose Betamax: “what? I told you what I was doing…”
Leah Razortongue: She looks over at Ambrose then at “Bill” and rubs the tag on her ear between two fingers smirking. “You travel with a Betamax and you aren’t used to this sort of thing?”
Ambrose Betamax: (your thinming “oh god there’s more of them?”

Melo sighs in frustration. “I’ve tried to give him credit for some sense of discretion. Tried. One of these days, that debt is going to be repaid August.” Not once has he mentioned the name of the deer. “And then you’ll be responsible for surviving on your own. How the hell DOES his tribe stay alive out there?” At least the exasperation was real.

Melo also, glances at the robot. “Monitor transmissions. Scramble as needed. She’s got 10 seconds to declare and turn off any wires before lethal force is authorized if any outbound coms’re detected.”

Melo isn’t about to fuck around with his cover, nope.
Ambrose Betamax: “what why would she have a wire?”
Leah Razortongue: “They’re smart in their own brain dead sort of way. It’s interesting to watch them negotiate really, other tribes feel bad taking advantage. My elder once said of them, ‘When you get the best of them you feel like you just kicked a drowning puppy’ No ones really sure if its an act or if they’re really this dense, but either way you tend to not want to hurt the poor bastards.” She then halts at the command to the robot and turns to Ambrose, “I said one comment, One, and that’s certainly sounding like common human bullshit, always expecting the worst of anyone not of their race.” She turns and starts walking towards the door.
Ambrose Betamax: :they really are good people once you get to know them…."
“uh, crap. Wait, I’m sure we can work it out…”

Melo calls out after her, “Expecting the worst of anyone, race be damned. I still make sure to keep him alive, don’t I?”

Melo was also asked to be nice. “How am I to look out for his best interests if he’s not going to?”
Leah Razortongue: She looks over her shoulder at you. “Fine, if it really isn’t about race, tell your robot to drop the lethal option. I’m no fucking nark. If I were I certainly wouldn’t have come inside. Though Im sure if need be I could take that hunk of tin apart. As for Betamax, well you got me there.” she walks over and leans next to the door. “However I’m staying right here, Your kind aint been to accomodatin of anything that aint pink, hairless and on two legs.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((This is why I hate drug addicts. The impetuous “I’m hooked because the world owes me” bullshit.))

Ambrose Betamax looks miserable.

Melo maintains his orders, “Lets put it this way: Lethal is an option because frankly, I don’t like the idea of a hammer coming down on this place and someone knowing where I went because I’ve made a second mistake of trust. He’s got it in his head he wants to help you, and by virtue of that, I’m bound to help you out too. ‘S what friends do fer people,y’know? But my personal safety and his come first. If you don’t have a wire, there’s no issue. I’ve got a hard enough time keeping shit behind closed doors as it is with him around.” Nope, he wasn’t going to relent. “But seeing how as he’s not currently aiming for your head,” A thumb jerking at the robot, “I’m reasonably sure you’re not wiring out that you’re in need of backup.”

Ambrose Betamax is currently huddling in a corner.
Leah Razortongue: She nods and looks over at Ambrose and her features soften some. “Damn it, shoulda listened better back then.” she slides down along the wall and pats the floor next to her. “Come here Betamax, you aint gotta cower before anyone.” She then turns to Bill “You’re right I got no wires, hell I got no tech on me period. I still haven’t fully broken that fucking habit, whenever I travel I always seem to forget the comforts I left home to find. As for being in something I shouldn’t, you lot are already in bed with Cockatrice, can’t get much worse then that.”

Melo offers a smile. “Why do you think I’m taking precautions? It gets a good bit worse. You know he wants to try and help you learn how to use computers?” And back onto the couch he’d lean, starting to flip through the channels on the TV. “Gonna take a wild guess and say he’s already told you all about that and more, though, eh?”
Ambrose Betamax: (forgetting at the moment that I am illiterate :P)
Melo: (And don’t know how to use them yourself)
Ambrose Betamax: (its ok, your an ingineeer!)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((DISPENSER HERE!!))
Leah Razortongue: She looks over at him. “Nope hasn’t said much about what he’s wanting aside from to protect me from some war thats coming this way. Thought I might get along with his friends I guess.”
Ambrose Betamax: (lol I think ambrose is gonna get yelled at) :P

Melo sighs. “…Yep. That’s what I thought. I really, really, really need to teach him to shut the fuck up.”
Leah Razortongue: She laughs and slaps her knee. “I wish you worlds of luck with that. While you’re at it, could you find me a leprechaun, a genie, and a lifetime supply of Crash, and make all of those things tax deductible?”

Ambrose Betamax is sitting next to leah wondering what tax deductible means.
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Crash? What, people actually take downers? On purpose?))
((Hell, I’m pretty sure the only reason alcohol is legal is to maintain the proletariat.))

Melo laughs. “E’s kuehk du haat ed. Kiaccehk ra rych’d dumt oui ra fyhdc du ramb oui gelg dra ryped aedran? Ymcu, pacd pad ec du yjuet White. Cra’c hud nylecd, cra’c zicd yh axiym ubbundihedo sintanan.” And a bit more channal surfing would follow before rising and heading to the kitchen to get himself something to drink. “Either one of you two want a cup of coffee?”
Ambrose Betamax: (Do I know what he just said?)
Melo: (Yes. )
Leah Razortongue: She looks over at Bill then back at Ambrose, “Is that true?”
Ambrose Betamax: (ah.)
“uuuh…..well…..maaaaaaybe >>”
(ambrose was hoping that wouldnt come up till a bit later) :P
Melo: (With his history of blurting out everything at once, I’m amazed it 1) didn’t already get told and 2) Good! Now he gets a taste of what its like!)
Leah Razortongue: "Alright, now that’s a problem. I don’t want to “get better” I like how I am, and more importantly I like What I am. I fear nothing, and can punch my way through steel. So unless you want to fix me up with the full upgrade I don’t need your help Fixing me."
Ambrose Betamax: ’….oh….alright…..Maybe thats whay I can ask the boss for then :O"
“the full whatever it is”

Melo just shakes his head. He’s gonna let Ambrose talk his way out of this one. A cup of coffee later, he’s back on the couch. Yep, he’s a jerk, but just the same, at least he was up front and honest about it?
Leah Razortongue: She laughs so hard she goes into a coughing fit. “Can’t be done unless your connections include someone with tech and knowhow beyond most bodyshops.”
Ambrose Betamax: ….“looks at melo hard”
looks at melo hard (sry)

Melo shrugs casually. “Guessing you don’t need your refrigerator fixed, do you?”
Leah Razortongue: She looks very confused, “Umm…no, hell most down in the quarter can’t get one anyhow.”

Melo just waits for the sales pitch.
Ambrose Betamax: (is ambrose in secred identity mode right now anyways?"
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Like it ever mattered before.))
Melo: (Well, seeing how as we’re in the city, and Melo has not once addressed him as Ambrose… That said, the deer has blown that cover so wide open that I doubt it.)
Leah Razortongue: (at least he managed to sort of maintain it around the crime boss by being insane which was impressive)
Ambrose Betamax: “melo knows about machines. and he has a big robot.”

Melo tries hard not to flinch. He really does. “Swear to god August. Vault, get me my rifle.” Though seconds later, message hopefully delivered (HA! Not bloody likely!), “Belay that.” Sigh. “Bill. The name is Bill. Until you are told otherwise, that is the only name you’re to refer to me as. Understood?”
Ambrose Betamax: …..“Bill.”
Leah Razortongue: “Im sorry are you talking to me or cute but empty over here?”

Melo shrugs. “The both of you, if you’d be kind enough to do me the courtesy? But mostly him.”
Leah Razortongue: “Don’t matter to me what you call yourself. Machines aren’t gonna cut it though, I need a bodyshop specialist and I need an innovator preferrably in the same person.” She turns to Ambrose and taps her tag, “you ever seen this before?”
Ambrose Betamax: “no. what is it?”
Melo: (Is it an earing?)
Leah Razortongue: (did the show to players function on that handout work?)
Melo: (Nope)
Leah Razortongue: (added it into everyones journal, so should be there now)
Melo: (There it is!)
Leah Razortongue: “It’s a symbol of intent, and a mark of the people who were my family once.”
Ambrose Betamax: “intent to what?”

Melo lifts a metaphorical brow. “They’re out this far?”
Leah Razortongue: She laughs “Oh hell no, if they were I’d have run further.”
“Intent to become a Juicer.”
Melo: “Wird eine wilde Stich an es zu nehmen, aber raten Sie den gemeinsamen Zunge wissen, wie gut?”
Ambrose Betamax: “oh. wasnt one of the guards in that other town a juicer me-er bill?”

Melo nods. “Yeah. Even more reason for White not to take too kindly to you from what I can tell. Thought that stuff didn’t work on you folks, what with the constitutional fortitude and such? And how’d you end up all the way out here, if I can be curious?”
Ambrose Betamax: (whoa hey would crash even work on her then? is her dependence more in her head than physical?
Leah Razortongue: (the drugs work, the Juicer augment wont because bio comp needs a solid read on your biology constantly to regulate the juicing)
(and you guys can’t decide on your damned biology =P)
Ambrose Betamax: (oh. so how’s she gonna do it?)
Melo: (Why do you think she’s not where they’re at any longer?)
Leah Razortongue: “You’re right, it doesnt work on us, though its got nothing to do with fortitude. Its a problem of our natural abilities, and thats why I need someone innovative. Here just happens to be where the nearest rift I could find took me.”

Melo nods. “Makes sense. And I’ve seen what that can do to you folks.” A nod. “Good news is it means I never have to worry about making sure he has something he can eat when we’re traveling.” A sip of coffee. “What you’re looking for is a fair bit past my own skill set. Only claim I have close to it is helping to get these programed.” An indication to his eyes. “So why the death wish?”
Leah Razortongue: “No death wish, just sick of being a coward. I watched plenty of my tribe run and hide from loud noises often enough to know it wasn’t for me. Juicers know no fear, so figured it was worth looking into.”

Melo nods. “Bravery comes from more then chemicals. Force of will can account for a fair bit of it. Drugs just help a whole hell of a lot. Personally, I find that guns help me with that sort of problem.” Another sip of coffee. “But even then, some of the stuff out there still scares me shitless. Like White. I’m just glad she’s on my side.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((BULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL SHIT. Bravery comes ENTIRELY from chemicals :P))
((Courage, like most human impulses, originates in the brain. Ergo, chemicals and synapses :P))
Leah Razortongue: “Yeah well sometimes you need a boost to overcome your own damned biology. Mine just happens to be a bit tougher to overcome. Thankfully I found just the right thing for it. At least until someone who can manage the right augment can do what I need.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((This is Doctor White, and I’m Doctor Rosenthal…) )
Leah Razortongue: ((And today we are studying the procedure of not becoming a smere of paste in rifts earth))
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Step one:Kill anything that looks at you funny.))
Leah Razortongue: ((huh, I always thought step one was Dont end up on rifts earth))
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((That step is already failed if you’re reading the Doctors White and Rosenthal Guide to Survival.))

Melo nods. “That’d be a fairly drastic step to get over fear. But, to each their own. Hey August, now that introductions’re over, why do you do some of the talking?” And then he’d cringe at that statement. “..Just try not to tell her anything that I’d hurt you for?”
Ambrose Betamax: “uh….hmm? ok?”

Melo shrugs, “You invited her in. I technically should be getting back to work as it is.”
Ambrose Betamax: “sure, alright. I’ll uh talk about something.”
Leah Razortongue: “A tongue tied Betamax, now thats something new. What the hell was the refrigerator question about?”
Ambrose Betamax: “I sell fridges in my fake identity :O”
Leah Razortongue: “And you decided to go by August?”
Ambrose Betamax: “sir august buchanenbergson the third, esquire.”

Melo just.. sighs. “…Are they all like this? Or did I just get unlucky?” The disk would be collected as he got up. “Do me a favor, and please make sure he doesn’t go off and get any of us killed, or arrested for treason?”
Leah Razortongue: She looks over at Melo “Sure Bill, but you owe me one, no three for that kind of a chore.”

Melo laughs. “Alright. Vault, add her to non-threat status. C’mon, we got some code to go digging through.”
Vault: “Acknowledged, Commander.”
Ambrose Betamax: “….sooooo…”
(To GM): Gonna head back to Cocktrice’s place. Gotta arrange that admin meet somehow.
Leah Razortongue: “So, what kind of insane deal did you strike with Cockatrice to get a cure?”
Ambrose Betamax: “uh, bill? am I allowed to tell her stuff now?”

Melo ish no longer in the building. He’d simply given the order of ’Don’t say anything I’d hurt you for’. Granted, he’s never actually hurt the deer… much.
(From Leah Razortongue): You get back and the guard leads you up and Cockatrice smiles at seeing you. “Damn you do work fast don’t you?”
(To GM): Shook his head. “Change of plans on my part. Still going to try and get you that book; one of my associates wasn’t too keen on keeping her alive, so I need to work something else out on that front. I might have something that could get you a touch more influence if you’ve got someone that’s on the edge and needs that final push; as always, short notice because shit hitting the fan doesn’t leave me time to plan. Need a meeting with an Admin tomorrow evening; I’ve got recon out now getting more data that they’ll likely want.”
Ambrose Betamax: “well…uh…”
(From Leah Razortongue): “Even with my pull thats not possible. Three days at the earliest unless you can prove urgency with something tangible that I can hand over.”
Ambrose Betamax: “I guess I can tell you. We have to find this mirror lady guard person….”
Ceukeausraa Krem: rolling 1d20< 14
= 1 Successes
Leah Razortongue: “Someone is guarding a mirror? Why?”
Ambrose Betamax: “I think she can like hide in mirrors in stuff. it sounds scAry”
Leah Razortongue: “That’d definitely be a useful ability to have though don’t you think?”
(To GM): “Three days time, there’ll be an army at the front gates from what I can tell. Two and a half if they drive hard at this point. They’re expecting the place in chaos, ‘n simply put, I’d rather not be party to wholesale slaughter.” Nope, he’s not about to dick around or play for info. “Recon is getting the numbers now hopefully; ’s why I need the full day at the least.”
Ambrose Betamax: “yeah. I’m not really clear on why we’re after her. She killed a lot of people though so she cant be very nice.”
(From Leah Razortongue): “You have proof of this army, trideo, a recording any hard evidence at all?”
Leah Razortongue: “Its a dangerous world out there, killing people is a big part of living through it Ambrose. Its why that whole fear reflex had to go.”
(To GM): “I’ve got a device on me from an Admin in Perth meant to wipe out the core’s AI. They’re expecting it to set off a bit of chaos and make the city a bit more easy pickings. Beyond that, as mentioned, my recon is out getting numbers, but military band earlier tonight had a patrol reporting in.”
(From Leah Razortongue): “Wait, earlier tonight? That was just a small group of psychos. Nothing all that major. However that device, now that is interesting. May I see it?”
(To GM): “No tricks; just because I’m paranoid and all that. Agreed?”
(From Leah Razortongue): “No tricks, though if you snuck a bomb in here I’m going to make sure you wished that your great grandparents had died as children. Clear?” She says all of this in a matter of fact tone.
Ambrose Betamax: (lol I’m stuck)
AJ B. (GM): (can just leave it as you guys move on to less serious subjects and small talk while I run the other two through things for a bit or until you decide on something you wish for Ambrose to do)
Ambrose Betamax: (small talk sounds good)
(To GM): casually reaches into his armor to fetch that disk before popping it on the table. “Technowizardy. I haven’t tried reading it aside from its purpose. They wanted full outside contractors for this job. No connections to the city. Not willing to have that much innocent blood on my hands.”
Ambrose Betamax: (actually tbh can I brb for now? I just realized something.)
(From AJ B. (GM)): Her eyes widen as she looks at it. “Whoever hired you, you’ve made an enemy for life by just letting me know you have that.”
AJ B. (GM): (sure no problem.)
Ambrose Betamax: (thanks)
(To GM): “Mmhmm. I picked a bad job, because I mistakenly trusted my associates judgment. And had I carried it out, I’d have the blood of the city on my hands. Powerful enemy can only kill me once about as fast as a demon or the undead can is a fair tradeoff for not having that on my conscious and soul.” And back that device would be placed within his armor. “Woulda just as likely had us disposed of when we got back to the city to make sure no one could connect him to it.”
(From AJ B. (GM)): “Well now, theres a few things I can do for you here, all of them have their price, though showing me that is certainly a start. You want a meet with an admin tomorrow, I need to be able to hand him that disk.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Whoops, that’s actually a piloting roll, isn’t it?))
((Whoops, this isn’t a whisper, is it?))
(To GM): Headshakes “That’d be my trump card. I let it out of my sight, I’m as good as dead one way or another. Happy to hand it to them myself once my recon gets back.”
(To GM): “I’m offering the favors to you as a courtesy. I could just as easily wait by the core and flag down the first one to go into the core tomorrow night; I’ve got the access.”
(From AJ B. (GM)): “Well unfortunately that’s what you’re going to have to do then, because I can’t set up an Admin meeting on no notice without something solid to hand over. I’d be happy to make sure they knew who gave it to them. Of course if you show it to them that near the core you’re going to have some very big problems.”
(To GM): “True enough.” Yeah, he really should have thought this through better. “Three days out you said is doable?” Oh the debate of simply waiting at the elevator and hoping he gets the right admin.
(From AJ B. (GM)): “Three days minimum and that assumes nothing vital comes up. I can set it up but it will still cost you. My price for a meet tomorrow is simply handing that over so I know where it is. My price for setting up a meet and letting you walk around with that thing is a bit higher, especially since I’m still waiting on you to make good on one contract”
Ambrose Betamax: (I’m back)
AJ B. (GM): (cool)
Ambrose Betamax: (whats up?)
Leah Razortongue: “So, any chance you could show me this woman you guys have to deal with?”
AJ B. (GM): (atm, the party has spread out yet again, thank god we arent playing dnd or youd all have died A lot by now lol)
Melo: (Yep!)
Ambrose Betamax: (lol)
Melo: (Because splitting the party is bad)
Ambrose Betamax: (well unless the gm plans for that anyways)
(we should play some old skool dnd sometime)
Melo: (Its always a bad idea to split the party)
AJ B. (GM): (how old school?)
Ambrose Betamax: (I dunno, any dnd I guess :P)
(To GM): is damned if he does, damned if he doesn’t at this point. He’s better at applying large amounts of force in very precise ways, rather then at reading and using people. This is why he’s got robotic eyes after all. He’s already played his trump card, and played it at the wrong time, with the wrong player. “Well, like I said, damned if I do, damned if I don’t. Hopefully my recon’ll be back with news of some value, otherwise I’m fucked in general.” Yep, handing the device over, splitting and never looking back would be the best bet, but as mentioned, he likes this place for some reason. “Guessing you being able to take credit for finding the parties responsible for this thing’d be worth far more to you then I’d be able to get for it.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((THAC0 or death!))
Melo: (I heart my THAc0)
(From AJ B. (GM)): “I have no intention of taking credit for this, I just don’t want it wandering around where it can break my valuables, You’ll meet with an Admin tomorrow, he’ll know what you’ve done for the city and what you do from there is your call. I still expect you to make good on your current contract though.”
Ambrose Betamax: (my xbox 360 is apparently updating)
(I assume then that ambrose is still chatting up his new frand?)
AJ B. (GM): (well did have her ask a direct question when you got back)
(its up there somewhere in the aether)
Ambrose Betamax: (about the mirror lady yeah, but I don’t know enough about her)
(ambrose hasnt been very in the loop)
(To GM): “Don’t blame you on that front. No names of who to the admin, if you’d be so kind? I still need to be able to get in and out of the building so I can work on the bug in the core. As for her? Just need time to properly make sure she’s disabled and won’t come gunning for me afterwards. Guessing the cost of a few suits of either police riot gear or some deadboy armor’re worth more then her though.” And that disk would be passed over. “And I still gotta convenience someone to just subdue and not not kill. What’d your guys go in armed with, anyways?”
Melo: (Leah Razortongue: “So, any chance you could show me this woman you guys have to deal with?”)
Ambrose Betamax: (wow apparently in order to play destiny at all you have to be on xbox live)
(I saw it but)
“Uh well, I told oyu pretty much all I know. Bill really knows all the things.”
Leah Razortongue: “Oh well no harm in asking. Also if I wake up clutching my chest theres a syringe in my things, make sure to inject me with it would you?”
Ambrose Betamax: “wow. that sounds important. Does it matter where? I inject you?”
((Also, get that bitch a cannon. Bitches love canons.))
(From AJ B. (GM)): She looks over at the man with the pad and he searches for a bit. “Our men were armed with an energy pistol each, a pair of vibroknives, and at least two of them were psy.” She nods “Well there you go”
(To GM): nods. “That works. Guessing no intel on effects of a mace on her? Hell, your admin able to at least tell you what she is? I mean, she even human?”
Leah Razortongue: “Would prefer you inject it into my neck, though if it’s gone on for more then a minute, the chest would be better.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Boom. Called it. Bitches love pulp fiction.))
Ambrose Betamax: “ok. er. I hope your ok O.o”
Leah Razortongue: “Cost of living high is sometimes you slip and fall.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Oh we are SO not going to get along… :P))
Ambrose Betamax: (yay role playing!)
(wow, destiny just came out and insta 5 gig update :P)
(From AJ B. (GM)): "He could I’m sure, he won’t. There are limits on what you can and can’t press. Last time I asked all I got was “She is the stuff of nightmares” metaphor aint exactly useful intel."

Ambrose Betamax wonders how he’s gonna get Leah her upgrades
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Really? A game which prides itself on the fact that “Events may happen in-game that are not necessarily controlled or planned by the developer” needs a massive patch? Go figure. :P
Ambrose Betamax: (oh is destiny kind of open world like that? cool :O)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((…You bought a brand new game without even knowing what it is?))
Ambrose Betamax: (I’d spoken to some of the artists that worked on it, and I loved the art they made for it :O)
(I’m kind of a sucker for good art)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((It’s a modern take on Warcraft 3, except instead of Elves you get Awoken, and instead of Arthas’s undead, you get the Exo.))
((Also, the Orcs get told to fuck off.))
Ambrose Betamax: (ah. ok I can work with that.)
(To GM): laughs. “For some reason, I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s not a metaphor. At the least, thank for seeing me again so late at night. I’ll keep in touch. I’ll stop by tomorrow to find out when and where to meet, unless its to be here. Still, will need at least a full 24 hours, likely closer to 30 to be safe.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: I’m just a little black rain cloud…hovering under the honey tree…
Melo: (That is one damned tall honey tree)
Ambrose Betamax: (wow.)
(I have no idea whats going on in here:P)
(From AJ B. (GM)): "I’ll have a time for you, most likely you’ll be meeting at a little diner called “The Ziggurat”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((BITCH, I EAT PEOPLE!))
(To GM): “That works. Dress code?”
(From AJ B. (GM)): “Show up naked if you want. He doesn’t care and the staff there see all kinds of shit.”

Ceukeausraa Krem heads through the city straight back to the house to see who’s there.
(To GM): “Ha. Sounds like quite the place.” And with that, he’d politely excuse himself to head back home.
AJ B. (GM): Melo and Krem, you both see each other on the road leading up to the apartment coming from opposite directions.

Melo is just a bit surprised to see Krem back so soon, but just the same. A nod, and.. There really isn’t a safe place to talk outside, and inside might as well be bugged, what with their ‘guest’ present.

Ceukeausraa Krem nods. “Bill. Care for a glass of wine?” She inflects the word ‘wine’ oddly.

Melo nods. “Could rather enjoy one. Have a place in mind? Vault, go make sure our guest hasn’t murdered August, would you?”

Ceukeausraa Krem resists the urge to facepalm. “Yes, I have a place in mind.” She grits her teeth a little bit, though, and continues walking towards the townhouse.
Vault: “Yes Commander” Enters the apartment, finding the two of them still chatting. Turning to Ambrose “You are unharmed?”
Ambrose Betamax: “uh…as far as I know?”

Melo laughs. “What, no night out on the town?” Though he’d follow with a casual smile. Gotta keep up appearances. Hopefully said location wasn’t off the main room, and in clear sight of the deers.
Ambrose Betamax: (you dun trust the deers? racist!)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((One of them, anyway.))
Melo: (Nope!)
Vault: ((which one?))
Melo: (At this point, I’m not sure who I’d trust overhearing this conversation more…)

Ceukeausraa Krem leads the way in. “You two. Different room. 60 seconds. Thanks.”
Leah Razortongue: Looks up as the two of you enter. “Oh you’re back, hope the night has been productive.” She looks taken aback at Krems commanding tone, but shrugs “I was getting hungry anyways, why don’t we go find out what you’ve got to eat here Ambrose?”
Ambrose Betamax: Alright!

Cackle H. and Melo disappear from the main room by the time the deer return!
(From Ceukeausraa Krem): Wine cellar.

Ambrose Betamax wonders where everybody went.

Melo would be gone, yep. Vanished!
(To Cackle H.): “Glad you’re safe. What’d you find?”
Ambrose Betamax: “huh. didnt they want food? I found cheese.”
(From Ceukeausraa Krem): So. There’s three psychopaths that I’m pretty sure the guards can handle, though I couldn’t alone. Not a real threat, nor a worthwhile reward for the effort of taking them out."

Ambrose Betamax feels lonely now.
Ambrose Betamax: “well…fine. We can still hang out.”

Ceukeausraa Krem totally didn’t think through the fact that they may be forced to sleep here.
(To Cackle H.): “Worth checking just the same. Meeting with an admin tomorrow evening is set up. You want to join?”
Leah Razortongue: “Impressive trick, no idea where they went huh?”

Ambrose Betamax looks around the house.
(From Ceukeausraa Krem): I checked into it already. They’re psionics with MDC armor. A few headshots would take them out.
(To Cackle H.): “Yeah. Meant having you go check on ’em. Thank you for doing that at least.”
(From Ceukeausraa Krem): “Like I said. I checked on ‘em. I shot at them, then left. They’re a pain, but nothing that can’t be removed easily.”
(To Cackle H.): “The thanks is for the whole ‘going out and investigating’ bit. That said, tomorrow evening, Admin at the Ziggurat. Diner over on [location here]. I’d like you there just to make sure terms’re agreeable to you.”
(From Ceukeausraa Krem): “I’m still rather out of the loop on exactly what we’re negotiating, here. We’re seriously just going to hand over the device and tell them ‘by the way, we were hired by an enemy state to fuck your shit up, but we changed our minds because it wasn’t lucrative enough’?”
(To Cackle H.): “Yeah, pretty much. ‘Cept for the whole ’Too much innocent bloodshed’ rather then ’Didn’t pay well enough’.”
(From Ceukeausraa Krem): “Yes. That’s clearly far better. About on par with my plan to come down here. Because now we’re stuck until the deer-Bees move.”
(To Cackle H.): “Robot’s still out there. He can heard ‘em elsewhere. And at least we should be able to get some sort of pay out of it, even if its just a trip off this island. Like I said though, there’re some things around these parts that’ll be a hell of a lot easier to get here then elsewhere in the world.”
AJ B. (GM): (alright, think that may be a good place to call it for the night, what about you lot?)
Melo: (I’m good with it. ’S getting late)
AJ B. (GM): (hello? other two players, good with wrapping up here?)
Ambrose Betamax: (sure ^^
AJ B. (GM): (well thats a majority at least) 300 xp each. extra 60 for Krem for playing to her paranoia, 40 for Melo for the emotional breakdown, 40 to Ambrose for continuing to hold to that innocence.
Ambrose Betamax: yay!
innocence is hard.
Ceukeausraa Krem: Sheet updated. Sorry, had some RL bullshit to attend to.

Ceukeausraa Krem always seems to have RL bullshit to attend to even on game day, lately.
Ambrose Betamax: aaw
Jacob R.: is braindead
Zea: makes two of us

AJ B. (GM) is fueled by sugar and the fires of hell
Zea: I got shit soda in freezer
AJ B. (GM): I have lots of orange sunkist lol
Zea: mmm.. frozen soda
but yeah, ready as I’ll ever be.
Ambrose Betamax: lol I may need a 5 hr energy for dis one
AJ B. (GM): No rush, not sure where Cackle is, anyhow. besides I should probably make some real breakfast
Ambrose Betamax: oki
Zea: Go make food. Food is good.
Cackle H.: I’m waiting for the game to start.
Ambrose Betamax: My cat seems to be in a great mood today
Zea: Yay good mood kitties
AJ B. (GM): yay, alright everyones here, I’ve got food, time for a recap.
Ambrose Betamax: ^^
AJ B. (GM): Last we left our heroes, they had acquired a house guest, investigated rumors of an attack heading towards the city, and done various other things most of which ended up in private areas so Im not going to recap those. (I miss anything?)

Melo is also missing! As is Krem from the house.
Ambrose Betamax: (er. I guess I’m alone in the house with our guest :P)
Melo: (Brains! Work damn you!)
Leah Razortongue yawns and says “I think it may be time for sleep. Got a spare bed?”
Ambrose Betamax: (I know right? :P)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((By the way, my brother’s observing for a bit today.))
Melo: (Hai person!)
Ambrose Betamax: (Hai observer person :D)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((He laughed at you.))

Ambrose Betamax replies:" yeah, the bedrooms over there…Enjoy sleeping ^^"
(From Ceukeausraa Krem): “So, are we just going to wait until the deer move to leave? I didn’t really think this through.”
(To Cackle H.): “No need. I’ll get ’em taken care of.” And a tap at his radio, “Vault, keep them away from view of the cellar, please.”
Leah Razortongue heads off over there and shuts the door behind her. Looking back over her shoulder “Thanks”
(To Cackle H.): “And.. that would be the all clear. I swear to god I’m going to kill the deer if you don’t, one of these days.”

Melo would appear soon enough! After all, the room is now clear.

Ambrose Betamax sleeps on the couch in the living room till peoples get back.
Ambrose Betamax: (We’ve gotta get our party together so we can make progress agains :P)

Ceukeausraa Krem would of course be right behind Melo
Melo: “Alright. So… Why did you offer the bed to a drug addicted stranger?”
Ceukeausraa Krem: “Wait, wait, wait. She’s a drug addict?”
Ambrose Betamax: “what, you knew this mel-er bill.”

Melo casually waves at the robot, who was still within the room. Said robot makes him psychic, through the use of good old fashioned technology. As for the drugs? He’ll let the deer explain.

Ambrose Betamax explains the situation with his normal innocent view on things.
Ambrose Betamax: “…So anyways she wants to become one of those people with the tanks of drugs like that guard.”

Melo glances at Krem. “Try not to kill her.” And then on a couch he’d flop. “I’d rather not have her care taker come down on us.”
Ambrose Betamax: “her caretaker is helping us, thats what I asked her for.”

Ceukeausraa Krem narrows her eyes. “Wait a minute. Slow down. She’s a drug addict. And she’s staying in my house? Why was I not asked about this?”

Ceukeausraa Krem growls further “AND she’s planning to become a Juicer? No. This is not acceptable.”

Melo notes, “Deer. Anatomy won’t work with it.”
Ambrose Betamax: “nah, she’ll do it. She’s as likely to as I was to survive out here without my tribe, so why not?”

Melo sighs and face palms. Should he tell the deer he’s just about signed his girlfriend’s death warrant?
Ambrose Betamax: “at least she has a choice in the matter. I got thrown into the world that I still mostly don’t understand.”

Ceukeausraa Krem growls. “I am not going to have a Juicer or a Juicer wannabe under my roof.”
Ambrose Betamax: “why, whats so bad about them?”

Ceukeausraa Krem narrows her eyes once again. “Aside from the fact they’re unpredictable psychopaths, with no regard for life, be it their own or anyone else’s.” Oh irony.
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Make that a “?”, not a “.”))

Ambrose Betamax blinks. “So your saying she’s exactly like you?”

Melo flinches.
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((So, we might need to introduce my other character sooner, rather than later… :P))
AJ B. (GM): (Had already planned to at least get the setup in this session, no worries.)

Ceukeausraa Krem growls. “Have you forgotten who paid for the roof over your head? Have you forgotten whose name is on the lease? This is my house. End story. And I’m not going to have a Juicer wannabe here. That’s final. You’re welcome to leave with her.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((It looks like soon She’s either gonna wind up dead, in a hospital, or ‘never seen or heard from again’.

Ambrose Betamax flinches. “well…uh…she’s the first of my kind I’ve seen in years, so I’d go with her. all you ever do is talk about how awful I am anyways.”
Ambrose Betamax: (lol ambrose is kind of growing a bit of spine on this one :O)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((I just hit pgdwn instead of end again, fucking up Roll20’s shit. Brb.))

Ambrose Betamax secretly hopes she’s listening in the other room and likes me :3
Ambrose Betamax: (him sry)

Melo sighs. Great, now he’s torn between his personal oath to keep the deer alive and safe, letting him fight his own battle for once because.. Well, fuck he brought this on himself, and going to get the doe out of the house for her own safety.
Ambrose Betamax: (role-palying!)
Cackle H.: ((…Are we about to have a self-induced party wipe? :P))
Melo: (Hopefully not a TPK!)
Ambrose Betamax: (ambrose isnt gonna by fighting anyone O.o)

Cackle H. shrugs. “She can leave with, or without law enforcement’s assistance. That Juicer slut is getting out of my house either way.”
Cackle H.: ((A party-wipe can occur by splitting the party up permanently, too.))
Ambrose Betamax: “don’t call her a slut.”
Melo: (True! Hopefully it won’t.)
Ambrose Betamax: (a split dun have to be permenant tho, could end up being a neat roleplaying thing)

Cackle H. growls again. “And I’m not having a Juicer sympathizer under my roof, either. Are you going to leave, or do I need to kick you out?”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Except with the right name.))
((would never growl at you!))

Melo pipes up, “I’ll take care of it.” And with that, he’d stand, “Vault, please try and prevent this from coming to blows if it looks bad.” And over to the door he’d go, rapping with the back of his hand a few times at the door. “Leah, you pass out yet?”
Ambrose Betamax: (lol)
AJ B. (GM): (lol sympathizer, wannabe, suicidal madman, its all the same thing)
Vault: “Acknowledged Commander.”
AJ B. (GM): rolling 1d100
= 52

Ambrose Betamax , out of respect for melo, stays silent and waits while this transpires.
Ambrose Betamax: (lol cackle, this is a fun character interaction ^^)
AJ B. (GM): You hear a gasp as if she is in pain and the bare whisper of the word “help” as if she is trying to speak without any breath.
Ambrose Betamax: (oh shit. I assume I cant hear that)
AJ B. (GM): (thats to all of you since pretty much everyone has intensified hearing lol)
Ambrose Betamax: (oh)

Ambrose Betamax runs in, grabs her syringe out of her bag and injects her.
AJ B. (GM): (ok is anyone going to make any attempt to stop the deer from injecting things into the house guest/intruder?)
Ambrose Betamax: (fair warning, fellow deer in trouble is pretty motivating)

Melo blinks. Sure. He just had to be there for the whole thing. “Fuck.” The door would be— likely pushed open and aside by the deer. Well… This at least saves his ass from being rendered as a target by Krem, but now he’s in the very unenviable position of trying to prevent the deers’ deaths.
Ambrose Betamax: (first of his kind he’s seen in a long time, I’d not be surprised if he went NUTS if something happened to her)
AJ B. (GM): (hmm Cackle fell out of the game)
Melo: (I am going to make another cup of tea, then. Also, fuck my neck hurts.)
Ambrose Betamax: (oh dear take some pain stuff?)
AJ B. (GM): You manage to inject her and as she is healing she whispers something in faerie speak. “Drah, afa cruimth’d teat”
Ambrose Betamax: (I’m not sure if the translator site is working on that one.)
Melo: (Sore is all; Mosh pit plus high energy rock and metal and I have long hair. It is required that I headbang at a show like that. Its in the rules)
Cackle H.: ((Connection crashed out, AGAIN.))
Ambrose Betamax: (aaw. glad your back!)
(right when our characters were having such a fun and crazy interaction too :3)
AJ B. (GM): (assuming its translating to, “Then, ewe shouldn’t died” then yes its working)
Ambrose Betamax: (ah ok it is. not sure what that means tho,)
Cackle H.: ((I speak Faeriefolk.))
((I think everyone does.))
Melo: (Yep, we do)
AJ B. (GM): (I know, right now she only speaks it at 8% competency)
Cackle H.: ((I like how ‘died’ is ‘teat’.))
Ambrose Betamax: (lol)

Ambrose Betamax whispers back. “E ryja hu etay fryd oui zicd cyet. Kmyt ouin ymnekrd druikr.”
Melo: (HA!)
Ambrose Betamax: (lol)

Cackle H. growls. “This. This is EXACTLY why I’m not dealing with it.” She heads over to the phone, and dials up Melbourne Law Enforcement.
Ambrose Betamax: (lol you realize nobody actually asked her to leave yet right?)
AJ B. (GM): She reaches for her pockets though her hand falls far short and she says “lydlr, raat lydlr”

Ambrose Betamax helps her with her pockets.

Melo fucks. “Jerikha, don’t. We’ll have her out of here shortly, and I’ll see to it that she won’t be back.” Words came as he’d head over to Krem, though he’d wave at the robot to go assist with the deers.
AJ B. (GM): You find two hits of Crash patches inside her pocket, as soon as you pull them out she tries to reach for them and still seems to weak to even lift more then her fingers off the bed.

Ambrose Betamax has an internal debate about whether to give one to her, then affixes one to her arm, since we might end up having to take a walk in a moment anyways.
AJ B. (GM): After a few seconds she sits up and gasps in a deep breath and grins. “Much better. Thank you. Hate it when that happens.”

Ceukeausraa Krem gives Melo a glare that could kill. “I’m sorry, are you telling me how to handle a disturbance in my house? I give you both shelter, I get you both into the city, and this is how I’m repaid? You bring a drug-addict into my home, and a Juicer at that? This ends here, one way or another.”
Ambrose Betamax: (oh dear.)
(wouldnt her body adapt to the crash and end up immune to it eventually?)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((…Strangely valid point.))
Ambrose Betamax: (breaks the game)
Melo: “Telling? No. Asking to get the problem taken care of because August is an idiot? Yes. I knew he was going to go meet her, didn’t expect her to show up!” Besides, we’ve no idea what Ambrose told her was unspoken.
AJ B. (GM): (nope, its niether an environment nor an atmosphere)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((It is a toxin, however.))
((But that only applies to orally ingested toxins.))
AJ B. (GM): (yeah the atmosphere one mentions inhaled toxins, I suppose if she lived in a cloud of the chemicals from this she’d develop an immunity)
Ambrose Betamax: (lol she practically does :P)
Melo: (And this would be soaked in via the skin, I think? So not applicable to adaptation, though she’d have a very strong resistance to the stuff in general)
AJ B. (GM): (Im not sure what would set someone on the path to creating a humidifier that spits out that but hey people are weird)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Either way, I think Ambrose is about to go Berserker Rage. :P))

Ambrose Betamax wonders if maybe the crash addiction is really a psychological thing since whenever he was drugged it never did anything

Ceukeausraa Krem breaks the phone when she ‘’hangs up’. “I’m going out. When I get back, I want this handled. If it’s not, I cannot guarantee anyone’s safety. You have 15 minutes.” She breaks the door on her way out, as well.
Ambrose Betamax: (I wonder if she’s angry)

Ambrose Betamax almost yells at her back “You broke oyur house” but thinks better of it."
Leah Razortongue: Leah comes out of the bedroom and looks at the broken door. “I take it someone didn’t like your taste in doors?”

Melo has to wonder what the fuck he’s thinking a lot of the time. Well, mostly that he hangs out with an unstable psychopath and an idiot. That’d be a major source of his problems. At least it makes for an interesting life. “She’ll be gone.” And with that, into the room he’d walk, “Long story short, she’s ten types of crazy and I’d like to live long enough to see morning. You need a hand to your place?”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Nope. She’s totally placid.))
Melo: (She’s not killing us. This means she’s keeping herself in check and actually likes us!)
Leah Razortongue Shrugs “I know the way back on my own and probably can walk these streets safer then either of you.”
AJ B. (GM): (She did say you might all die if this isnt resolved before her return though)

Ambrose Betamax is really pissed off. “I’m going with her if your throwing her out.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((I really doubt she can take on a Berserker Feni and a TW/NEMA))

Melo nods. “Best bet is to not come back to this place. And its not that you’re a deer. ‘S your choice of life path that she’s got a disagreement with. And that’ll be your call August. Not kicking her out, just asking in favor of a longer life span for all of us that she not be here and that we never bring the subject up with her again.”
Ambrose Betamax: (I’m wondering if the other party members are aware of the whole berserker rage thing that can happen)
AJ B. (GM): (hmm guess thats up to you lot on whether it happened during pregame time together)

Vault doesn’t need to be ordered to secure the perimeter. Already it’d be trying to re-secure the door. Standard security protocol.
Leah Razortongue Looks between the two of you. “Look, I came on Betamax’s invitation and I don’t want to see him hurt. I’ll head back to my place.” She looks straight at Ambrose “You’re welcome to crash there for a little while, but I will need my privacy if I need to go back to entertaining clients.”
Melo: (Yeah, but Melo’d much rather not kill, or be killed by a companion that he knows could soundly beat the ever living shit out of him)

Ambrose Betamax opts to go with her, at least for a while. besides, he’s too angry at both melo and krem to be around them for now.

Melo nods. “Take care of him for me. I gotta try and smooth this over.” He’d likely be there when Krem returned, working with Vault to repair, if not swap out one of the doors for the front one.
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Up to ya’ll what happens in the fifteen minutes before my departure and my return.))

Ambrose Betamax will leave the address with melo though. he might be pissed but he’s not gonna let that break them all apart.
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Just let me know when it’s up.))
Ambrose Betamax: (your gonna break it again on the way in arent you :P)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((I might.))
Leah Razortongue: The two of them head off back down towards her trailer and are well gone before Krem’s return. (Unless Melo has anything he specifically wishes to do can just skip ahead fifteen minutes.)
Melo: (Nope, I’m good, aside from the door repairs)
AJ B. (GM): (Alright) Door gets swapped out easily enough and when you return Krem there is an intact front door on your house again.
Ceukeausraa Krem: (((So…what are the mechanics on walking through the door? I mean, like The Hulk would, not a sane person.))
Ambrose Betamax: (your not gonna leave a krem shaped hole are you? cause that would be awesome)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Right?))
Melo: (Considering he likely used a bathroom door because it was near by and fit, and the other option was the bedroom door..)
Ambrose Betamax: (that’ll make the bathroom breaks awkward.)
Melo: (It was closer and looked like it’d fit)
AJ B. (GM): (considering your speed and PS I’d guess itd be relatively easy for you to do that so don’t think we need to apply any mechanics, exterior doors are usually md, interior housing doors probably not so often)
(because frankly if you fire MD weapons in your own home you dont deserve to have doors =P)

Ceukeausraa Krem does that then. Like a bawss. She’s ready to eat venison, if things aren’t resolved.
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((I AM an MD weapon, bitch!))
Ambrose Betamax: (you probably see us walking away from the house actually)

Melo would have hoped it would have taken far, far, far less then 15 minutes to get the two of them away from the house and long gone.
Ambrose Betamax: (well I’d have had to pack my things and give leah a bit more time to recover)
AJ B. (GM): (yeah they’re pretty far out of sight in 15 minutes even accounting for that)
Ambrose Betamax: 9ah okies ^^)\

Melo also would be in the kitchen, making a cup of coffee, because this is going to be a long night. A moment of almost-protest upon the wrecking of the door, and then a shrug and a sigh. “Welcome back. They’re both gone.”

Ceukeausraa Krem unclenches her fists, at least. “That’s a start. Now, why was she here to begin with?”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((On the bright side, parting ways will soon be far easier! :D))

Melo shrugs. “Because August is an idiot.” Coffee set down, he’d go to start taking measurements and undoing the bedroom door provided it’d fit. “He got it in his head that he has to save her from being a punching bag because she’s the first of his kind he’s seen since his tribe sent him on his ‘quest’. Can’t quite fault him for wanting to get laid, can you?”
Ambrose Betamax: (also AJ do you care if I use leah as a character in my art now and then? she’s markedly different from any of my characters ^)
AJ B. (GM): (nope I dont mind, go for it)
Ambrose Betamax: (thanks ^
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((…So, Crash doesn’t come in dimebags. What does it come in?))
Melo: (Patches, I think)
(AJ Confirm?)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((…Thanks. You’re helpful.))
((I’m talking street terms. I have a rather high streetwise skill.))
Melo: (No, like.. you know. The Patch, to quit smoking.)
Ambrose Betamax: (I hope melo can convince krem to let leah stay with the party ;o;)
Melo: (Oh. Yeah. I’m useless in that regard)
(That’s.. not gonna happen)
Ambrose Betamax: (even tho its pretty much impossible for her to actually become a juicer? :P)
AJ B. (GM): (Crash is basically a nicotine patch, usually sold in singles like that at about 300 to 400 credits each)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((54 total))
((And KB sold by the bud, when measured out to the gram is sold in a dime bag. Cocaine is sold in Keys, grams, and eightballs.))
((Kevin seriously didn’t even write out that much? My freaking Word. He gets dumber with every rule.))
((Is there at least a street name other than Crash?))
AJ B. (GM): (yeah Im honestly making up the patch thing, what I have bookwise is this fluff “This is a powerful combination of drugs that gives its user a
feeling of power, strength and invincibility” and the statistics)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((I wish you could hear the sigh I just made.))
((I’m gonna make something up, then.))
AJ B. (GM): (works for me, because I can keep making this stuff up, or you can but we arent getting anything beyond raw out of the book)
Melo: (Benzoyloxy Azabicyclo dihydro methyl nod Crash is the street name)
AJ B. (GM): (and a pretty terrible one for anyone selling it to be using)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((7-(Benzyloxy)-3-(5-methyl-2,4-dioxo-3,4-dihydro-1(2H)-pyrimidinyl)-2-oxa-5-azabicyclo[2.2.1]hept-1-yl]methyl methanesulfonate?))
AJ B. (GM): (Oh yes this shit its named after how badly it fucks you up after you come down)
(granted for good reason, this shit is hell on the body when it runs out addict or no)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((C19H23N3O7S?))
AJ B. (GM): (Sure)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((

Ceukeausraa Krem shakes her head. “That doesn’t give him free reign to invite her into our base of operations. She’d sell us out for a sixpack. Shit, you saw her just now. She’d sell us out for a single. Without knowing exactly how much she knows, she’s a threat. The only reason she’s not dead already is because we might need August for something. Eventually. Maybe. That’s a lot on the line for a ‘maybe’.”
Ambrose Betamax: (if you guys dun mind I’m gonna take a quick shower during this bit, just 10/15 mins. I think ambrose is pretty much just getting to know Leah during our walk)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((We’ll hopefully be moving on by then.))
AJ B. (GM): (go for it, should be onto a bit more by the time you get back)
Ambrose Betamax: (ok!)

Melo continues to work on swapping out the door for the second time for the evening. “Yep. Same reason I didn’t have Vault take care of the problem when she walked through the door. That, and as mentioned, I’d much rather not have a crime lord come down on us for taking out one of her whores. She’s a threat either way, but as it stands, her boss is why we’ve got a meeting arranged with an admin tomorrow evening.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: “…So, I just heard that I can kill her tomorrow evening.”

Melo blinks. “Yeah… Call it a hunch, but that’s in general, going to be a bad idea.” Granted, suggesting it’d make the deer go away faster is likely a bad idea at this point. “She won’t be a threat after that meeting, no matter what the deer told her.”
AJ B. (GM): (not a threat but not useful still equates to Target lol)
Ceukeausraa Krem: “Yeah? How do you figure that? Oh, right. You suddenly want to save this stupid city, in which we’ve come across little more than misfortune. That’s right. No matter the outcome, I think it might be best for all of us if we part ways after this mission.”

Melo shrugs. “Less innocent blood spilled this way.” He still has it in his head that this is prelude to an invasion. “And it might be best; I still gotta keep the deer alive, and we both know full well he’s not going to be doing that on his own.” Yep, he knows this is a bad idea. He really does. “I’ll make sure she doesn’t talk one way or another, even if I’m the one that has to take her out.” Man.. he can only hope it doesn’t come down to this.

Ceukeausraa Krem nods. “Fine. She’s still not setting foot in my house again. Next time you see Ambrose, if you could make it exceptionally clear that to do so would seal her fate, that’d be appreciated. Now, to move forward. What’s our plan of action, here?”
Ambrose Betamax: (I’m back! also poor ambrose ;o;)

Melo finishes screwing in that replacement door, closing it. “Already let her know. She won’t be back. And meeting is arranged tomorrow evening. We bargain for the device and the intel we have. Get you safe passage elsewhere, and see what I can do about making sure this place stays intact. Besides, there’s still things I need out here that I doubt I’m going to find with much ease elseworld; gives me reason to stick around.”
Ambrose Betamax: (crud, I was hoping leah could be an ongoing character D:)
AJ B. (GM): (Actually Krem is going to bail and be replaced so she still can be though that will be more up to you guys)
Ambrose Betamax: (she is? is cackle done wit hthe game? O.o)
AJ B. (GM): (since Krem is determined to leave Australia I doubt she’ll care what happens to the entire continent, unless it blows up, then she’ll dance)
(no, just a new char coming in)
Ambrose Betamax: (ooooh ok)
(krem not fun to play?)
(well she can always appear as an npc later on :P)
Melo: (That’s a bad idea)
(Because that means revenge is on her mind nod)
Ambrose Betamax: (oh dear)
(are we gonna do something she’d want revenge for?)
Melo: (Live)
Ambrose Betamax: (sorry, apparently that mouse button goes back)
(oh, she’s that psychotic? oh dear)
(From Vault): “Commander there is an encrypted transmission from Cockatrice coming in”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((I guess time skip?))

Ceukeausraa Krem nods. “Works for me.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((That’s all I can come up with :P))

Melo nods once, glancing at the robot before returning to his coffee. “Broadcast.”

Vault Plays back the message.
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((I totally read “Cassowary”. I was ready to start shooting Vault.))
Melo: (HA!)
Ambrose Betamax: (lol)
Cockatrice: “You are to meet Administrator Giovan at 3 pm. He will be in his private booth at the Ziggurat. You and Horny are both expected, you may bring your third companion if you wish. I look forward to hearing all about it later. Oh and give Horny my best wishes in his amorous endeavors”
Vault: “Transmission ends there.”
Ambrose Betamax: (lol)
AJ B. (GM): (roflmao, talking Cassowaries need to be killed extra dead?)
Ambrose Betamax: (nuuuuu)

Melo aww fucks. “Well.. shit. That’s at least our time frame.” Yep, he was going to try to leave the deer out of the meeting because of what he’ll say, but.. well, that’s life. “Now we just need to see about getting a good deal for heroic action that doesn’t end up with us being dead or worse.”
Ambrose Betamax: (also your gonna have to get ambrose un-angry at you :P)

Melo at the least, has a few hours to try and fix the AI tonight!

Ceukeausraa Krem is going to turn in early. The best thing she can do for tomorrow’s mission is restore her Internal Strength.

Ambrose Betamax is at leahs house probably playing competitive tetris with her. For some reason he really likes tetris.)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((So. I love the fact that I added this Japanese guy on the PSN, and he keeps inviting me to Sortie with him on Ace Combat in Japanese.))
Melo: (Ha)
Ambrose Betamax: (she keeps snapping the remotes in half though. crash will do that :P)
(From AJ B. (GM)): so I take it you’ve come up with some form of plan for your next attempt to fix that?
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Y’know, I have a theory on why Ambrose likes Tetris.))
Ambrose Betamax: (it was the most innocent video game I could think of :P)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((
Ambrose Betamax: (
(russian tetris. awesome.)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Korobeiniki was Russian. And Tetris was designed by a Russan.))
((Russian Tetris is an oxymoron.))
Ambrose Betamax: (lol. well its still a cool video :P)
(anyway, what we doingz now :P)
Melo: (I’m typing something and spell checking it because I spell check like that)
(To GM): would likely go into the head office and spend a few more hours working at what the city has him contracted to do. Checking code and spending time trying to identify the root cause of what the system considers torture via simple process of elimination… Combined with a very simple prefix set of messages: 01101000 01100101 01111000 01100001 01100100 01100101 01100011 01101001 01101101 01100001 01101100 00111111 and making sure it was listed in a section that the system was sure to look at… Even if it was a set of messages to himself, seven times.
(To GM): (“hexadecimal?”)
Ambrose Betamax: (I dont lol)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((We’ve noticed.))
Ambrose Betamax: (>>)
(From AJ B. (GM)): So does that actually say anything Im too lazy to find a translation right now lol
Ambrose Betamax: (I SENSE HOSTILITY)
(To GM): (Yeah. “hexadecimal?” is what it translates to)
(From AJ B. (GM)): ok meaning what sorry Ive downed constant sodas and my mind still isnt up to speed.
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Nope. Statement of fact :P))
(To GM): (Roughly meant as ‘Do you speak it?" Unless there’s a diffrent tech on duty tonight)
Ambrose Betamax: (lol)
(From AJ B. (GM)): nope same tech, and you get back a simple response of “yes, I speak all languages”

Melo spends the night working on the AI system, yep. Because coffee is great.
Ceukeausraa Krem: “Ceukeausraa Krem is going to turn in early. The best thing she can do for tomorrow’s mission is restore her Internal Strength.”
Ambrose Betamax: (I’m gonna uh, do whatever leah tells me to :P)
AJ B. (GM): (Thank god I didnt write her up as a criminal mastermind lol)
Ambrose Betamax: (I’m guessing thats pretty much chat and sleep :P)
(To GM): would continue to send messages to himself to check things, including an address for the terminal at the apartment, along with ‘Access to this terminal?’ on his 7th message.
(From AJ B. (GM)): At this point it says “Yes, what am I to endure tonight?”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Don’t lie. You’re just looking to get your dick wet :P))
(To GM): Once again, back and forth, before ‘Conversation, possibly relief of torture’ And with that, he’d work at the issue for half an hour, maybe more before heading back to the apartment to try and ‘come up with other ideas’ of where to go, because he’s hitting a brick wall… And its 3 in the morning.
Ambrose Betamax: (Thats not on ambroses mind at all tho ;o;)
Melo: (Pfft. He’s male. Its on all males’ minds)
Ambrose Betamax: (ambrose is still an innocent :P)
Melo: (He’s also an adult. I’m sure he knows about the burds and the beez)
AJ B. (GM): (clearly he does, that or him and the koala man had one hell of a bizarre game going when you found them)
Ambrose Betamax: (well, yeah, but deer culture doesnt view sex as a big deal like people, I imagine)
(hell, I dont udnerstand why people are so uptight about such things anyways)
AJ B. (GM): (alright so Melo returns and we can skip ahead to the next day, not sure how close to the meeting you want to go since Ambrose doesn’t know he is supposed to be there)
(To GM): for sake of log keeping: An evening’s conversation of talking with the AI, an understanding of the root cause, and empathy at such being inhumane torture, as well as genuine approval of having a conscience. And then a simple request: Stop overwriting the messaging system, please, and he’d help how he can; he’d need time to come up with ideas… time, measured in the time needed by humans to think.
Ambrose Betamax: (ambrose is sleeping in :P)

Melo would spend the night at a terminal in the house before radioing the deer come morning. He’d even part with one of his personal units set on a secure channel. “August, come in.”
Ambrose Betamax: (do I have a radio?)
Melo: (I’m going to presume Melo would have sent him with one of his short range walkie-talkies. Lets just hope they’re within 7-10 miles of Leah’s location)
AJ B. (GM): (works for me, and he is only barely within range)

Ambrose Betamax gets woken up by the radio. “shkdfkjf waaat” (I assume leah can hear it too)

Melo once again radios over to the deer-bee, “Three PM, need you at [address goes here]. White’ll be with us. If you want to meet and talk, I’m willing to show up elsewhere shortly.”
AJ B. (GM): (yep, and she’s still wake, and going to be for quite a while.) “Your less irritating companion seems to want something.”
Cackle H.: ((Connection’s back. Really getting sick of this shit.))

Ambrose Betamax gets on the radio, but makes sure she can hear whatever is said on it. “yeeeeeeah I’m here…”

Melo intentionally isn’t asking for Leah’s address, and hoping the deer doesn’t give it. (Welcome back!)
Cackle H.: ((Murder is considered justifiable if you’re paying $100 monthly and not getting the service you’re paying for and they refuse to refund or credit your account, right?))
Ambrose Betamax: (probably depends on what state your in :P)

Melo once again, gives the address of that meet time. “Important meeting that I really need you to not miss out on. Cockitrice set this one up for us, and I need you there… Though for all of our sakes, try not to give out too much information when we’re there?”
Melo: (Could take it up with the BBB?)
Cackle H.: ((But that’s not as violent. Or satisfying.))
AJ B. (GM): (have to agree with Cackle on that one)
Melo: (Yeah… But after answering customer complaints filed by the BBB, ’s a fucking pain in the god damned ass for the company)
(And you tend to get someone competent on the other end of the chain)

Ambrose Betamax replies. “fine, I’ll be there. But I wanna talk to you about how leah was treated.”
Cackle H.: ((Apparently that depends on jurisdiction. My brother filed a complaint with the BBB against a roofing contractor that blatantly attempted to rip him off, and then lost his house.))
((That’s the short version, obviously.))
Melo: (Wow. That’s.. not good. At all. So go ahead and throw what I suggested out the window)
Cackle H.: ((That was Wyoming. I’m in Colorado. But we pay even fewer taxes here, so it’s likely the BBB is just as bad.))

Melo once again radios back, “Agreed. Before the meeting. Where at?”
Ambrose Betamax: “Not around krem.”
(ambrose has lost rather a lot of trust in krem recently :P)
(having his life threatened will do that :P)
AJ B. (GM): (your in a very bad career to avoid having your life threatened lol)
Ambrose Betamax: (lol all the more reason to make sure the people he’s with most arent doing the threatening :P)

Melo sighs in exasperation, and rolls his eyes because radio before hitting the talk button. “Affirmative. I’ll radio you back in a few minutes.” And with that, he’d let Krem know he was headed out and would be at the meeting on time, and excuse himself. Once out of range of the house, headed in the general direction of the bar, robot in tow, he’d radio back “Alright. Where are you? Give me an address.”
Cackle H.: ((That’s okay, I’m sure she’ll be happy to end your life so you won’t have to worry about it :P.))

Ambrose Betamax asks leah about where to meet up with him. she knows the town better.
AJ B. (GM): She shrugs. "Quite a few good places, assuming you guys want privacy though only two solid places. The high end Ziggurat, though since your meeting is there Im guessing not. Cockatrice’s bar is pretty discreet. Its that or someones house as far as Im aware most others have Admin surveillance in place.
Ambrose Betamax: “I guess I’ll let you pick then. Cockatrices bar it is”

Cackle H. would, in fact, be headed to the Ziggurat already, thanks to that Transmission from Vault, assuming she’d overheard the ‘broadcast’. If not, she’d be sitting at home, and likely missing the mission altogether.
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((I LOVE MY BROADBAND COMPANY.))
((I report a problem, and it gets WORSE. Wtf?))
Ambrose Betamax: (is krem going out of her way to try to kill me now? O.o)
AJ B. (GM): (She did hear it, he asked for it to be spouted out loud while you were there)

Melo would have hoped that Krem heard the transmission, seeing how as she was in the same room as the robot at the time! Just the same, “Alright. Bar it is. I’ll be there shortly. Lets just keep it quiet, yeah?”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Actually all he said was ‘Broadcast’, which means nothing to me :P))
AJ B. (GM): (yeah, thats all Melo said, but was followed by Vault playing back the message in normal audio.)

Vault is a well programed robot.
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Which I did not know, as, again, ‘broadcast’ doesn’t mean anything to me. He could be broadcasting it on subspace frequencies for all I know.))
((I mean now I get it. Obviously. Since you just told me.))
((Anyway. To the Ziggurat.))

Melo heads to meet Ambrose, yep. Because he said he would. Robot in tow, he’d find himself a place in the bar to sit and wait, even if he’d rather not have this row out in public.
AJ B. (GM): Public in this case consisting of the bartender and one of the bodyguards you met before sitting at the bar.
Ambrose Betamax: (brb for just a sec, feeding my cat)
AJ B. (GM): (kk)
Ambrose Betamax: (I’m back*
AJ B. (GM): Ambrose heads to the bar on his own while Leah stays behind at her place figuring she doesn’t need to create anymore tension between the two of you. Inside the bar you can see Melo sitting there, the bartender from before and the brute of a bodyguard you met last time you were here.

Melo might be having small talk with the bodyguard about some of the local beers. At least, until Ambrose shows up. “Would you excuse me?” And over to a booth he’d head, waving the deer over. “C’mon, ’n lets keep it quiet and civil.”

Ambrose Betamax quetly sits in the booth.

Melo listens, and waits for the deer to start; he’s the one with the issue.
Ambrose Betamax: “krem threatened her. And me….”

Melo nods. “Mmhmm. This is surprising to you? She’s a few rungs up on the paranoia ladder from me. She hates drug addicts. She hates juicers even more. What at all made you think bringing her to our place was a good idea?”
Ambrose Betamax: “it was the right thing to do. And how would you feel if you hadnt seen another human being for ten or so years and were in a group of just deers like me?”
“a deer alone is dead.”

Melo couldn’t help to chuckle internally. “Frankly? I’d likely be dead because I still don’t know how your tribe survives if you’re all like this.” And hands would lift in a downward facing defensive gesture, “Keep in mind, even you heard what she had to say about your tribe.” He couldn’t help but joke about it. “And a pair of deers walking into a bear’s den is dinner. You’re at least tolerated by the bear. She’s a stranger and a possible threat. You’re lucky enough that I’ve been able to keep her off the target list.”
Ambrose Betamax: “still. you get my point. Feni stay in their villages for a reason. we’re herds. We can’t not be.”
“besides, do you really want to keep krem around if she’s so willing to turn around and kill us?”
(lol that sounds so mean to cackle :P I LIKE YOU CACKLE ;o;)

Melo nods again. “Yeah. But you get mine? You took her out of a place that she was known to be ‘reasonably safe’, and into an unknown environment. Your herd consists of people who kill people for a living, and one of whom has more then a single screw loose. And she already wants out. She likes us both enough that she hasn’t killed us in our sleep. That alone says a hell of a lot for her. You’ve got a reason to stay here now, I’ve found a reason to stay here, and she wants to go to places that I know are far from ideal for you. We’re in agreement on parting ways.”
Ambrose Betamax: “….oh. well thats fine then.”
“and I never thought of us as a groupo that kills people for a living :/”

Melo rolls his eyes. Well, no, wait, he can’t do that because they’re affixed to his face. At least the colors of the digital iris flickers in a circle for a moment.. Yep, well built eyes. “Right. You’re not the one to pull the trigger.”

Ambrose Betamax thinks we’re a group that does odd jobs that just happen to work out that way
Melo: (Such an innocent)
Ambrose Betamax: (did cackle die again?)
Melo: (Not sure; partly just waiting for us to finish this bit)
Ambrose Betamax: (I kinda feel bad having my character not like his character :/)
Melo: (Well.. At this point, he has good reason. Think back to how many times he got tasored)
Ambrose Betamax: (also that :P)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Neural mace.))
((And no, I’m having a solo adventure. Sort of. You’ll see.))
Ambrose Betamax: (I like you cackle just saying, Nothing against real you :P)

Melo continues on. “Listen. We’re meeting with one of the leaders of the city. This person will be determining if we become imprisoned and killed, get kicked out o f the city and thrown into the wastes, or actually stand a chance of doing some good here.”
Ambrose Betamax: “So…I’m not allowed to talk, and your name is Bill. right.”

Melo nods. “Yeah. And you can talk, but before you do, stop and think very, very hard about what you say. Ask yourself ‘Am I saying something that humans don’t talk about in public?’ and ‘Will this get us murdered?’ before speaking, and we’ll be fine. Besides, maybe the guy can use a fridge salsman.”

Ambrose Betamax will do his best!
Ambrose Betamax: “I’m out of magnet cards though. crud,”
Melo: (I can see it now… “And what’s your name?” *Pause, think. ‘Will ’Hello, my name is August’ get us murdered? Names are given in public, right? I think this is ok. “I’m a refrigerator magnet!”)
Ambrose Betamax: (lol)
(that actually is probably exactly what will happen)
(lotsa long pauses as I figure it out)
AJ B. (GM): (good with skipping towards meeting time then?)
Ambrose Betamax: (sure ^^)

Melo laughs a bit. “We’ll try and get you more. Also, best not to mention Leah at all. The man knows we’ll be doing work here, but just the same, its a good idea to try and keep what we do here limited. And make sure not to say we have sex, because we don’t.”
Melo: (Yep)
AJ B. (GM): As you approach the Ziggurat a man standing outside opens the door for you. Inside it is a very strange place with lots of odd guests. Over at the bar you can see Krem drinking straight from a bottle.
Ambrose Betamax: (uh-oh.)

Ambrose Betamax tries to act casual.
Ambrose Betamax: (this mostly consists of humming songs loudly and and looking in random directions)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Sounds right :P))

Melo is armed as ever, because he really dislikes being without his guns. And the robot. On up to the bar, he’d grab a seat. “Beer, [insert recommended brand name by guard here] and whatever fruity drink he wants.” And then observation would take place. People, places, things, things to hide behind in a fire fight, location of people that look like they’re heavily armed and guarding someone, things of that nature. “Glad to see you’re here.” Spoken at Krem.
AJ B. (GM): (which in this particular place makes you possibly the sanest appearing individual here lol)
Ambrose Betamax: (man I really should invite you guys into my art streams, your loads of fun and my streams are always too quiet)

Ceukeausraa Krem snickers. “Guess that seat was taken after all.” More vodka.
Melo: (Pfft)

Ambrose Betamax sits next to “bill” and orders a salty navel.
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((You used to invite me. Then you stopped D:))
Ambrose Betamax: (well your always welcome ;o;)
Melo: (Also, stream moar)
Ambrose Betamax: (also that. Its not that I didnt invite you its that I wasnt streaming :P)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((I don’t feel welcome without an invite!))
Ambrose Betamax: (lol your talking to a person who has panic attacks even trying to start a conversation, you may have to take a little initiative with me :P)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((…Making me the exact opposite of Ceukausraa or Ambrose. Who always feel welcome, even when they aren’t :P))
AJ B. (GM): After a little while a man wearing a crocodile head mask and a pair of bright polka dot parachute pants walks up and asks “Are the three of you here to meet” heavy sigh “Grand Master G, voice of the thirteenth realm, and eyes of the eighth dimension?” He seems drained and ashamed after spouting that title.
Ambrose Betamax: (thinks for a moment) “Ah yes! I am Sir August buchanenbergson the third, Esq, PHD, refridgerator magnate, and Earl of Chicago..”
(BOO YEAH out-titled him)
(I bet he didnt even know chicago had become a dukedom.)

Melo finds himself both suddenly terrified of just who he’s gotten them an arrangement to meet, as well as a feeling of intense relief. Insanity is easier to work with then sane people at times. “Yeah. We are in all likelyhood. Even if we aren’t, who’re we to refuse a request like that?”
Melo: (To be fair, Ambrose WOULD know of Chicago; its where the Flying Nun was born. …and yes, I did google that to make sure)
AJ B. (GM): (Im more wondering if Chicago is anything more then a desolate wasteland, have to look that up later.)
Ambrose Betamax: (ambrose thinks its a land of sentient bears.)
AJ B. (GM): He nods and mutters “Thank god” before returning to normal volume. “If you would all please walk this way.” he then begins moonwalking away from you.
Melo: (Ha. That took me a moment to get.)

Ambrose Betamax looks really hard at how he’s walking.

Melo glances at Ambrose. And waits. Yes, he did find himself unsure if the deer was going to try moonwalking or not.
Ambrose Betamax: “I’m not sure that I can do that with hooves, sir.”
(well its more of a softshoe thing :P)
AJ B. (GM): “Thankfully you aren’t an employee here Earl, I am required to do as our guests ask, you are not.”
“So follow me in whatever way suits you.”

Ambrose Betamax follows in a more tapdancey way, after considering how outright strange this place is. it seems appropriate.
Ambrose Betamax: (He’s doing his best man, you cant blame him for this one :P)

Melo drats internally. He wanted to see the deer try it. Beer grabbed, he’d tap Karem on the shoulder lightly before casually wandering on after the moonwalking man. “Just for the sake of curiosity, you know how to run like that? No need to do it.”
AJ B. (GM): (yeah its not like he got a hold of a time machine, made his way back to australia and opened a restaraunt for the rich bored and eccentric right?)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((1900. Like friggin’ clockwork.))
((Connection is back up, now. For now. It will be finnicky for the next hour at LEAST, judging by the last few nights.))

Ceukeausraa Krem stands to follow. But not before putting down more credits for a second bottle of vodka… That you know of.))

Ceukeausraa Krem eats those “))”
AJ B. (GM): The man shook his head “Sadly no, which is why this is a rather frustrating choice at this time.” He leads the 3 of you to a trap door hidden in a back corner and decends a ladder to a hallway of doors painted or decorated with gaudy single letters. “While in the private booths please refrain from entering anywhere you aren’t invited.” He stops in front of a door with a G on it made of tangled gold chains that have various precious stones interwined into them. He then opens the door and steps in announcing “Please Welcome, The Earl of Chicago, The Assassin of Time, and The Peacekeepers Final Solution.” Inside is a large room with a even more bizarrely dressed people and a single booth at the far end with a man wearing nothing but a pair of high heels and a fedora spinning a large egg on the table in front of him.
Ceukeausraa Krem: “So…I know who the Earl of Chicago is…”

Ambrose Betamax wonders what melo would think is appropriate to say in this situation.
Ambrose Betamax: (I should change my fake name to Earl the Earl)
Melo: (Damnit, now I have duke of earl stuck in my head)

Ceukeausraa Krem starts her way into the next 750 of Vodka.
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((I want to join the military as an officer, reach Major, then legally change my surname to TelevisionEvent.))
((I want to join the military as an officer, reach Major, then legally change my surname to Television-Event.))
((The second one. I guess “Up” isn’t edit here, like in Skype.))
Ambrose Betamax: (lol)

Melo follows along, nodding and curiously looking at letters, robot in tow. After all, unless he needs to, the robot isn’t left behind anywhere. He’d again make that odd not-quite-lift of an eye brow with his forehead at the sight of the golden chains with stones, though he’d not question it. A nod was given at the appropriate introduction. “Thank you. And a good evening to you Grand Master G.” Right on in he’d walk with purpose in his stride even if guns were all safely holstered, peering curiously at the egg. “Ostrich?”
Ambrose Betamax: …“cassowary?”
Melo: “Nah. Cassowary eggs can’t be that big.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((They are about the same size. Emu, too.))
AJ B. (GM): The waiter or whatever he is leads you to the booth as those around applaud your entrance. “If you want to know you’ll have to ask him. I was just told to use two of those titles. The third well, I may have just lost my tip by not introducing ‘Sir Horny, duke of virility.’” Once he leads you to the table the man spinning the egg indicates the rest of the circular booth. “Please, please, take a seat, relax, no one should be tense in my room.” He then turns to the waiter “Oh and you may resume your boring manner of walking.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((I mean, they’re SLIGHTLY smaller than Ostrich.))
Ambrose Betamax: (could be a giant pygmy cassowary. they are almost exactly the same size as regular cassowaries. takes a trained eye to tell them apart.)
AJ B. (GM): In response to the question about the egg he stops it spinning and you can see that it appears to be an egg made of cats eye agate. He shrugs “No idea, but my personal chef said he couldn’t cook it for me. or was it wouldnt? No matter.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Oh heeeeeeey…~))
((Yes, I am that slow tonight.))
Ambrose Betamax: (?)

Ceukeausraa Krem takes a seat, kicking back and stretching. She shows no sign of untensing, but that’s fairly predictable. The closest she gets is resting her hand on the pommel of her vibroknife.

Melo laughs at the waiter’s reply before taking himself a seat, robot plod-clanking along in his ever so non-prowly way. “That’s.. uh.. Yeah. At the least, I’d suggest being careful with it. I’ve seen a few of those before. It didn’t end well for those that got the images.” Yep, he was slightly tense, a glance given around almost out of reflex, mostly in an upward direction. “But seeing how as its here, and not, you know, in the wild..” Yep, curiosity wins. He’d reach out to touch the egg, stopping and glancing up to the Admin. “May I? Not often you can get close to these for very long.”
Ambrose Betamax: “what is it?”
AJ B. (GM): He nods at “The Earl asks a legitimate question, you are free to take a look, but I still dont know what it is either.”

Melo ohs? “Dragon’s egg unless I miss my guess.” And out he’d reach to touch the thing. “Hopefully from far far away?”
Ambrose Betamax: “….I want a dragon.”
AJ B. (GM): The Admin shrugs “One of my friends gave it to me as a gift, he thought it was pretty and would make a good decoration. I’ve had it for about 3 weeks and it recently started making a very annoying clicking noise. No rhythm to it. Figured we should cook it if it was going to be annoying.”
Ambrose Betamax: “well, if you don’t want it…”
(ambrose is learning that the wierder the stuff he says is the more appropriate it is….here, anyway)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((I swear AJ did that on purpose.))

Melo nods. Very, very slowly. “…Right. Earl August, you know that dragons’re apex predators, and tend to eat meat from the moment they hatch?” At least he doesn’t need to worry about the mother being near by.
AJ B. (GM): “Well you did do me a huge favor bringing me that bomb. Who was it who gave it to you again?”
Ambrose Betamax: “…I’ll train it to eat bad guys.”

Ambrose Betamax decides to stay with being the wierd guy who fits in here and let melo handle all the serious informationy stuff. He’s being good yay!
Ceukeausraa Krem: “Administrator Villain.”
((Intentionally misremembered, yes.))
Ambrose Betamax: (wow his name is Villain-like? That wasnt foreshadowing at all :P)

Melo nods. “Administrator Velin of Perth. No questions asked type of job, pulling in 3 strangers and all that.” And still he’d check the egg some. “So black ops he couldn’t even trust his own military for it, and he simply picked some people that had a conscious.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: “Most people are conscious at least part of the time. Unless they’re comatose.”
Melo: (The thing Jiminy Cricket sang about being your guide. But spelled right. Me spell wurds good)
Ambrose Betamax: (well, most of them had a conscience)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((If I’m gonna be a dragon, I’ll hump burds good.))
Ambrose Betamax: (oh good.)
(you’ll make a cassowary very happy.)
Melo: (Who’s got the brain bleach?)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((I thought that was what dragons do. Hump burds. You should know!))
Melo: (Ha)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((And my brother’ll be back in 10, theoretcially, so time to end this line of conversation :P))
AJ B. (GM): He nods and waves to one of the people in the room who somersaults over and says “Yes my liege” the Admin nods and says “Be a dear and go upstairs and bring down 4 Hidden Agendas.” With that his hanger on leaves. “Well now that is very interesting indeed, he is or was a close personal friend. I do believe in rewarding good work.” He looks at each of you in turn. “Earl, you would like this correct?” he taps the egg. He then turns to Melo “You want access to the core isn’t it?” He then turns to Krem. “You, hmm you are harder to read, I can’t tell if you want to light my beautiful country on fire or simply not be in it.”

Ambrose Betamax very much wants the egg if he can make what comes out of it not eat him.
Ceukeausraa Krem: “Well, somehow I doubt you’d grant the former, so I’ll settle for the latter.”
“I’d also settle for the eradication of…pretty much the entire ecosystem as a close second.”
Ambrose Betamax: (hey thats not very nice)

Ceukeausraa Krem grumbles something about aliens landing a million years before the war and using the Hellish country as a biological weapon engineering center.
AJ B. (GM): “Well quite a few of my colleagues are working on that one at least so you may get your wish without my interference. As pretty as fire is I do like living here. So I will see what I can do for you about transport.”
Ambrose Betamax: (lol, my character is gonna have a small army of pets and companions at this point :P)
(Did I mention I’m a huge fan of pet classes in rpg’s?)

Melo shrugs. “Core access was to deliver the bomb, to be honest. At this point, I might be able to fix the messaging error without direct access, and already have a few ideas of how to do it.” Well, he DOES have that other job he still needs to pull off. “Wouldn’t mind a place to stay, and a chance to get back to some honest work with some mechanics though after I’m done. Find myself a reason to stay and help keep your city safe, y’know? Hell, even pick up the occasional odd job to keep my sights sharp.. I’m sure level three or four citizenship’d be hard to pull for m’self and Horny here, though.”

Melo surely read up on quite a bit of the city’s inner workings and all that when he was trying to locate the issue with the core.
Melo: (Standing sucks)
Ambrose Betamax: (why are you staaanding?)
AJ B. (GM): He thinks for a few moments. “Class three citizenship I can grant without too much trouble actually, at least for you. Swinging that for your friend, well thats a bit harder. As Im sure you’ve noticed his kind is more tolerated then welcome in the city.” He turns towards Ambrose “No offense to you Earl it is simply the way of things, I am sure you understand.”
Ambrose Betamax: “I’m used to it by now, however wrong it is.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((…Wiggle your big toe.))
Ambrose Betamax: (uh ok? wiggles)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((FOOL! That was a trick question. Deer-bees don’t have toes!))
Ambrose Betamax: (lol cloven hooves, yes they do :P two on each foot ha)

Melo nods. “True enough. Still, figured it’d be worth asking for; After all, I gotta look out for the Earl’s well being in any way I can.” And a sidelong glance was given at the deer. “Hell, I’m sure we can find some sort of job for him at some time or another.”
Melo: (Because I had to go pee and didn’t want to do it at my desk.)
Ambrose Betamax: (lol)
(but now your desk is going unclaimed as terretory.)

Melo adds, “Even more so if he’s going to have to start paying for dragon chow… And find a place to keep the little monster. Eggs tend to click when whatever inside is trying to make its way out.”
Ambrose Betamax: “I’m gonna name him scampers.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: “I have a minor, secondary request.”
“On top of leaving.”
AJ B. (GM): “Do not get me wrong, I can swing him that level of citizenship, it simply is a rather big favor getting a nonhuman that level of citizenship.” He turns to Krem, “Ask”
Ceukeausraa Krem: “Would it be too much trouble to transfer this…” She takes the peacekeeper badge off and pins it to Melo. “To him? He’d be far better at it, and I’m leaving anyway.”
Ambrose Betamax: (maybe ambrose has autism or something. that would explain a lot.)
AJ B. (GM): He nods “That is no problem at all, most peacekeepers are assigned by the force anyways, and replacements are often chosen by those retiring so I doubt anyone will question it.”

Ambrose Betamax hatches plans for building a dragonhouse :D

Melo doesn’t at all seem to object to the idea. And then he’d turn to Ambrose. “So. Your call. You want to stick around here? Head out? Speak your mind. And figure we might as well set up our proper names at this point.”
Ambrose Betamax: (Ambrose is happy either way, if he can bring leah to wherever we end up)

Ambrose Betamax leaves it up to melo. He’s more the take charge type.
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Melo, your post.))

Melo shrugs. “Here it is, then. Likely best to have a place on the outskirts, though. Also, wouldn’t mind permission to keep my APC armed and housed in the city.”
Ambrose Betamax: (I feel like we’re becoming something akin to the towns ghostbusters. but you know, with everything. Can we have uniforms?)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Boiler suits and hockey masks.))
Melo: (Ha)

Ceukeausraa Krem has nothing to add at present.

Ambrose Betamax is hugging his dragon egg :3

Melo glances at the deer again, then the admin. “Three for him and taking an egg about to hatch into a terror off your hands, a safe haven for us, and hopefully a job where I can earn my keep in the city for me, with some on the job training? And I’m sure I’ll owe you a few favors beyond that.. And safe passage for White here?”
AJ B. (GM): The person he sent off comes back with 4 shotglasses containing what appears to be a cloudy red liquid. “Ahh finally.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Does it taste like human flesh?))
AJ B. (GM): He looks at Melo. “Provided you hold to that promise of future favors you have a deal.” He raises his glass “A toast to new friends and less enemies.” It smells of cherry, and tastes like a blend of cinnamon, cherry.
Ambrose Betamax: (lol no one even said anything when I ordered a salty navel. Is that a real drink afterall?)
AJ B. (GM): *cinnamon and cherry

Ambrose Betamax sips it gingerly.
AJ B. (GM): (in this deranged place it is, though I regret my decision to look that up in urban dictionary)
Ambrose Betamax: (what its a thing? I just picked random words that sounded drink like.)
(oh lol eew looked it up)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((I’m assuming it’s semen in the belly button.))
Ambrose Betamax: (which is apparently drunk like a body shot.)
AJ B. (GM): (and Im sure some deranged lunatic could make a drink based off that concept)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((…Sooo…Buttered Rum…as a body shot. Got it.))
Ambrose Betamax: (Apparently I got to know the bartender pretty well)

Melo nods, and lifts the shot. “To new friends.” And down in a single gulp with the shot, despite how much he’ll likely regret it later. “Melo Craft, at your service.” Well, proper introductions likely would be good.

Ambrose Betamax looks at melo.

Ceukeausraa Krem shrugs. “You don’t need to know my name. But thanks for the drink. Slainte.”

Melo simply nods at the deer. “We’re on friendly turf.”
Ambrose Betamax: “alright….Ambrose betamax.”
“I guess I dont need those magnet cards after all then.”

Melo laughs just a bit. “Sure you do. You’re still the Earl of Chicago, and a Refrigerator Magnate.”
AJ B. (GM): He nods “Administrator Helen Giovan” and he downs his shot. “I look forward to working with you and should have that transport set up, well I can have a direct transport set up in two hours, or indirect in two days.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: “What’s the practical difference as far as I am concerned?”
AJ B. (GM): “One involves the aboriginee breaking the laws of physics, the other involves a psychic escort helping you fly across the ocean.”
Ambrose Betamax: (also, how shouldnt we introduce his new character before krem leaves?)
Melo: (We already did)
Ambrose Betamax: (?)
(are you a town administrator?)
Melo: (I will let Cackle explain my enigmatic answer)

Ceukeausraa Krem puts a finger to her chin, and humms. “I guess I can wait, then. That seems a bit…safer.” She shrugs.

Melo grins just a bit. “They’re not breaking them. They’re just using a slightly differing subset of rules.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: “I should probably take my time to say my goodbyes, anyway.”
AJ B. (GM): “Suit yourself. I’ll make sure that he has his vacation time set up and is ready to fly in two days.” He then calls one of his random hangers on and says “Dance a jig and dont stop until I say.” The guy he called over begins dancing immediately.
Ambrose Betamax: “wow.”

Melo watches casually. “And now to enjoy an evening, I take it? Would some grub be out of line to ask for?”
Cackle H.: ((I’m so British, I shit the queen.))
AJ B. (GM): He laughs “Not at all, when you’re in my booth everything is on the house.” He turns and tells the hanger on to stop and calls a waiter over. “Order whatever you like, they serve nearly everything here.”

Melo has to appreciate the offer. “Burger, bacon and cheese. Preferably from a cow, a pig, and a cow respectively, but I’ll not be too choosey.”

Cackle H. …“What’s the most expensive thing on the menu?”
Ambrose Betamax: “uhm. Do you happen to have any feni delicacies? :3”
Melo: (I’m suddenly afraid that Ambrose is going to be served Feni on a plate)
Ambrose Betamax: (er. oh dear.)
Melo: (“Oh, deer.” you mean?)
Ambrose Betamax: (dies)
AJ B. (GM): The waiter nods “That would be our signature dish simply called ‘The Delicacy’ maam, he turns to Ambrose, indeed we do. Two of the more common ones are our Feni Ras Gara, a delicately made herb dish consisting exclusively of herbs found in the Feni grazing areas, and our Vis Gal Tem, our chefs personal take on the Feni diet using local ingredients, steamed in sea water to give it a unique flavor.”
Ambrose Betamax: “ooh! I’ll try the second one!”
Ceukeausraa Krem: " ‘The Delicacy’, huh? If they’re the reproductive organs of any species, I’m going to have your own. Otherwise, I’ll take one."
((Say what you will, I’m good at keeping in character :P))
AJ B. (GM): He shakes his head. “I can assure you they are not. Though most of our guests do prefer not to know exactly what is in the dish all the same.” He turns and heads off to get your orders.

Ceukeausraa Krem nudges Melo. “Get Vault to figure out what I just ordered, please?”

Melo again laughs before nodding at the robot. “Would you be kind enough to find out for us?”

Vault “Acknowledged, Commander.” And then the robot would turn to one of the staff. “Authorized Personal, Would you please advised what is in the meal that Ms. White ordered?”

Ceukeausraa Krem facepalms.
Melo: (Well, that is the fastest way to find out!)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((…Huff))
AJ B. (GM): The waiter looks at the robot funny. “You do know our entire menu is broadcast over an open network to prevent allergy problems don’t you?”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Not that fast, apparently :P))
Vault: “Acknowledged. Thank you. Scanning.”
Ambrose Betamax: (its almost midnight :O)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Is not. It’s 2130))
((Timezones are a lie, and I’m the center of all things.))
Vault: “The delicacy, a heavily meat based dish consisting of a portion of Cassowary breast, A koala liver patee, Crocman steak, and a variety of herbs and spices. As well as three signature sauces, all with a tomato base. Each using elements of the particular meat it is paired with. The Cassowary beak is powdered and blended. The Koalas spinal fluid, and finally the croc mans saliva, are all used in the sauces. Do you require the full and exact ingredient lists Commander?”
Ambrose Betamax: “…are crocmen sentient?”
Ceukeausraa Krem: “I might have to order a few more, just to take care of the cassowary problem.”
AJ B. (GM): The admin pipes in there. “They are but they have no problems with eating people who wander into their territory and turn about is fair play is it not?”

Ambrose Betamax is conflicted, but he’s not the one ordering it so whatever. He’ll just have to set a better example ^^
Ambrose Betamax: (this game is running pretty long :O)
AJ B. (GM): (I dunno we’ve run longer ones, but it probably is getting close to time to wrap it up, Im good calling it whenever you guys are)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((I was hoping to finish introducing Albion first, personally.))
Ambrose Betamax: (okies I can stay long enough for that)
(though flynt just died on steam and here. his network may be ded)
AJ B. (GM): (damn it, was hoping itd just be a blip and he’d be back)
Ambrose Betamax: (he’s coming back)
(he just showed up on steam, he bsod’d
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((…People still do that?))
Zea: (Back, sorry)
AJ B. (GM): Alright, the waiter brings your food and as you are all beggining your meals you hear a loud crack from extremely close by.

Melo stops eating at the crack, turning towards the left, where Ambrose is. Because Left is Evil

Ambrose Betamax twitches. "I"M HIT"
Ambrose Betamax: “oh wait nevermind.”
(ok, now I know who the new character is, and I’m an idiot.)

Albion peeks her head out of the egg, where she’d cracked it open, glancing around. “Svabol ui|ulph batobot? Oooh, svabol ui|ulph batobot? Batobot ui|ulph oupyiki!”
Ambrose Betamax: 9er…translator page? :P)
Albion: ((You speak Draconic?))
Ambrose Betamax: (oh. no :P)
Albion: ((Then no.))

Ambrose Betamax looks down and aaw’s.
Ambrose Betamax: “yes, I am your mommy”
(To Cackle H.): #13, right? Or the other one?)

Albion stares at Ambrose, confused. Rawr.
Ambrose Betamax: (I hope Albion can speak faerie or english :P)
Albion: ((She cannot.))
Ambrose Betamax: (oh dear.)
(can any of us speak draconic?)

Melo blinks. Then laughs a bit at the hatchling. “Aatobot ornla qe Ambrose. jaci ui|ulph dout sargt. xoal ti ekess sone jacion. si mi Melo, jacida thurirl. vur nomeno ornla qe cooked rhyaex.” With that, he’d remove the hamburger from its bun and start to offer it over. “Waiter, five pounds of fresh, raw meat if you’d please? And another burger for myself.”

Ambrose Betamax very gently hugs his new frand! With a language barrier.
Albion: “人 わ あなた に 誰ですか?”
((Or if you prefer, Hito wa anata ni daredesuka?))
Ambrose Betamax: (chinese?)
Albion: ((…No.))
Ambrose Betamax: (japanese?)
(crud, my character would be ok if it were chinese.)
Albion: ((Don’t bother with Google Translate. It will NOT help you :P))
Ambrose Betamax: (lol)

Ambrose Betamax wont let a language barrier put a damper on his new friendship!
AJ B. (GM): The waiter brings five pounds of raw meat seperated into 5 piles. “One pound of each of our most common meats for you sir.”
Ambrose Betamax: (deers are friends, not food)

Albion grins a toothy grin at Melo, and snaps at the hamburger like an untrained puppy, swallowing it whole. “Vinxa, shar svabol tir si rigluin vi sargt ihk?”
Ambrose Betamax: (I hope ambrose isnt gonna have to learn to speak dragon. he’s not that smart)
AJ B. (GM): The Admin looks over at you “As cute as the little lizardling is, I suggest you be careful, Melbourne is tolerant of nonmagical d-bees. Should they realize what he is, you may have problems.”
Albion: ((Linguistics is a natural skill of most sentient beings.))
Ambrose Betamax: (yeah, but this is ambrose we’re talking about)
AJ B. (GM): (and when you hit level 3 of vagabond you earn two new skills)
Albion: ((Savage.))

Melo chuckles a bit before reaching out and getting one of those brought up slabs of meat, “Thank you.” And then it’d be offered. “persvek nomeno krel, throdeniltivi creolnali ekess troth vur spol ekik ekess itrewic wux achthend. usv gewj lae vi inid gopher. jaci geou qe klael ekess tepoha zahae persvek inid.” And then he’d turn and nod to the admin. “It possible that that ‘place on the outskirts of town’ have a rather large and empty barn?”
Ambrose Betamax: “waaat clearly we need a cave with a horde and all that dragon stuff.”

Ambrose Betamax is petting a dragon. cmon. thats awesome.
AJ B. (GM): The Admin shrugs “I can try and arange something, no promises on specifics though. After all evicting people from their homes draws attention.”

Albion nods, finally getting it. “kwi! vi derolyle! si kampiun, jaka!” It eagerly snaps at the food offered to it with about as much manner as before. Which is to say none.
Ambrose Betamax: “what are you telling him? her?”
“er. your gonna have to teach me to speak dragon later O.o”
“I think I’ll call him Yolk.”
Albion: ((I’ll teach you to shit the queen.))
((Also, 頂きます))

Melo nods in agreement. “Always does. Would much rather it not be an inconvenience to the residents. We gave up that bomb because it was the right thing to do. Wouldn’t want to start my living here in the spirit of taking over someone’s home and land.” And then a laugh at the comment from the wyrmling. “throdenilt usv nuri, though nomeno ir tepohaic duulo geou. xoal vur qe d’nag ekess jacion, vur si mi jaunus wux shilta kem jacion ekess tir youwei. vur lae ihk sio, hefoc si said earlier, si mi vi thurirl. shilta tor ve ihk youwei, shar thric inglatai. winev si shilta sva gekip letoclo mrith wer tiamo ‘getting korja persvek vi munthrek ui|ulph world’. ghent shio, munthreki nomag qe sart vur squishy vur winirlet, shar mobi re vi sumf di astahi, vur astahii shilta xurwk youwei nirescho sjek wux jirank astahi.” And then to Ambrose, “Might want to feed her. I’m trying to introduce you as someone that’s worth keeping around and not eating.”

Ambrose Betamax feeds her. carefully.
Albion: ((I am concerned that there is no Draconic word for World.))
Melo: (We stole it from dragons)
Albion: “…Zyak jaci ui vi kenzi?”
((Sorry, had to translate that one manually.))
((It has problems with short sentences.))

Albion happily snaps at the food offered by Ambrose, this time. Hungry hatchling.

Ambrose Betamax hopes not to be eaten by his new frand.

Melo actually chokes with laughter at that one. “HA! thric, jaci tiric ti charge ekess put ekik. jaci ui|ulph filki cirau di bim vur naive svadrav coi confnic vhira ekess coi. shar jaci ui|ulph wer cirau di xiekiv batobot geou oupil vhira asta tobor ihk wux sjek coi confnic vhira ekess coi, lae drong lae wux krar jacion algbo. ornla ti tangis rigluin ekess tor jacion ekess.”
AJ B. (GM): (Alright, you guys good with calling it a night now?)
Melo: (Yeah. This is amusing as all hell.)

Albion nods with understanding. “zyak…a boonagev vur vi kenzi sva huena? shasva! si mi gethrisjir ekess relgr jacion peanut.”
Ambrose Betamax: (I am ^^ I need to clean a bit and art…and learn draconic now >>)
Melo: (Ha at peanut)
Albion: ((Okay, done.))
((It was that or Legume :P))

Ambrose Betamax is blissfully lost and just glad he has a pet dragon.
Melo: (I.. think its more a dragon has a pet deer)
AJ B. (GM): Alright, blanket 400 xp, an extra 50 for Melo, and extra 70 for Albion, and 60 for Ambrose.
Also a note for this evening.
Ambrose Betamax: (oh, I just leveled up :O
AJ B. (GM): There is a full solo session in the test game for you guys to read through at your leisure and decide if that player is likely to fit in
Ambrose Betamax: ok ^^

Melo responds with a smile, reaching out to lightly pet at the critter, and hoping not to lose any digits in the process. “ha. jaci ui|ulph ti wer bensvelkilti sva drekim vi boonagev, shar jaci xoalic. jaci nafl tiric. jaci ui|ulph filki… nafl, nafl tisvelk sva coi. jaci vsist wants ekess relgr wux ‘York’.”
AJ B. (GM): there will be a second one in there some time next week
Melo: (Also, you leveled up last week)
Ambrose Betamax: (are you talking about new york?)
(and oh.
(I might have to-refigure all that out :P)
Albion: “Sia ominak ui albion.”

Melo wraps things up, “Her name is Albion. Might be good to call her that, rather then York.”
Ambrose Betamax: (Oh, it was yolk cause egg)

Ambrose Betamax says aaw. Alright, Albion it is.

Melo blames it on the deer failing his english roll. Again.
Ambrose Betamax: lol cheater.
AJ B. (GM): (of course he failed that roll, english isnt a rifts language)
Melo: (American then!)
Ambrose Betamax: :P
Melo: (To GM) rolling 2d6+6 sdc for opperator
= 16
(To GM): 1d6 hp for ding
Melo: (To GM) rolling 1d6
= 6
Melo: (To GM) rolling 1d4
1 isp
= 2
(To GM): 2d6 ppe
Melo: (To GM) rolling 2d6
= 8
Zea: rolling 10d4
= 22
rolling 12d4
= 32
Jacob R.: hallo all :O
I may melt into a puddle at some point, but I shall do my best :D
Cackle H.: I’m so British, I shit the queen!
Zea: Hai
AJ B. (GM): hi all, I know the feeling blind, I may pass out due to my body being a dick, but Im up now.
Cackle H.: I’m pretty sure we’re all ready.
AJ B. (GM): (Other two of you here? or did you vanish elsewhere?)
Zea: (I’m here-ish!)
Ambrose Betamax: :O
AJ B. (GM): Recappy goodness then: Last we left our heroes they had recently met an Admin who offered them various rewards Ambrose has been given a dragon egg which had hatched, that Ambrose now thinks is his pet or something. Krem was offered transport out of here, Melo was offered a base of operations and has signed on for other jobs with the Admin. (I miss anything vital?)
Ambrose Betamax: (hey man, that dragon was my quest reward :P)
Melo: (Permissions to bring the APC into town, armed as is, because fuck if I’m leaving that parked outside city walls)
Cackle H.: ((It speaks 4 languages with an Australian accent.))
Ambrose Betamax: (….still. you broke my egg you big meanie)
Albion: ((You’re the first person I’m indoctrinating into my Dragon Cult.))

Chapter 6 Cult of the Cats Eye

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