Chapter 7 A Deer and his Dear

AJ B. (GM): The next day after your meet a plain looking man in a suit with red hair knocks on your apartment door.
Albion: ((So, wait. Did Ceukausraa depart already?))

Vault fails to need sleep. Door, get! “Good morning. How may I assist you?”
Ambrose Betamax: (I assume this is our new base of operations and krem stayed at her house)
Melo: (Nope, was 2.. weeks for the type of transport she wanted, wasn’t it? Pilot + aircraft?)
((Anyway, so if Ceukausraa didn’t depart, does that mean Ambrose is staying in the apartment with her? Because she’s still not going to be letting Leah in her place.))
Melo: (I’m.. not sure. It’d take at least some time to figure out where the new base’ll be. That, and I don’t think Leah would be a factor directly; she’s got her own place, after all)
AJ B. (GM): (Mostly up to the players where they’re staying at.)
Ambrose Betamax: (ambrose is probs staying with leah till living away from krem is an option)

Melo has no where else to go. He’d be crashing on the couch at the apartment, seeing how as it only had the one bedroom.

Melo , true murder hobo.
Albion: ((Albion is where, then?))
AJ B. (GM): As the door opens the man greets the robot "Administrator Giovan sends his greetings and would like to inform Sir Melo that the guards are ready to inspect his APC and unless they find something particularly illegal or dangerous there is a place for it.
(hmm depends would he follow his possession or the thing that talks to him?)
Albion: ((Really depends on what happened, then.))
Melo: (THAT is a good question. Melo’s already made an effort to point her at the deer as a guardian.. So, yeah. Follow the deer, or follow the thing that can actually be understood?)
(Granted, I think Ambrose speaks Chinese)
Albion: ((Either way, she would be a bit small to be making her own decisions, so whoever has her egg shards.))
Ambrose Betamax: (probs me then, since they were my quest reward :P)
AJ B. (GM): “Very good then.” He gives a polite bow and walks off.
Vault: “Understood. I will inform the Commander. Please allow for approximately two standard hours for travel time. I will request the Commander report in with the gate guards upon leaving the city limits to retrieve his transport.” Statements of fact, Vault is full of them.
Ambrose Betamax: (think he’ll notice the guns on it?)
Albion: ((But they said PARTICULARLY dangerous. Which I assume means a bit more than standard MD weapons :P))
Vault: (Without a doubt. Not going to make any effort to hide it; it IS milspec, after all)
Albion: ((Hell, Albion is more dangerous than an APC, and they let her in :P))

Vault closes the door, and goes to inform Melo. Because that’s to be expected, right?
AJ B. (GM): (Technically one Admin allowed you to stay and told everyone, be careful about having her be seen)

Ceukeausraa Krem would awaken at the knock at the door, but upon seeing Vault handling it would simply wait and listen to the conversation.

Melo awoken and informed, gets dressed. “What do you want done with your bike?” To Krem.

Ceukeausraa Krem shrugs. “Not going to take it with me. The same model is far more abundant where I’m headed anyway.”

Melo nods. “Will just bring it in and register it then. Still be useful to have for getting around town when I’d rather not take the ’poc. You want to come with on the errand? Likely boring as all hell, but could be something to do.”

Ceukeausraa Krem shrugs again. “Why not? Nothing better to do. It’s not like we’re paying for cable.”
AJ B. (GM): (alright so jumping back a bit in time for the other characters.) Ambrose and Albion arrive that night at Leah’s place to find Leah asleep on her bed.
Ambrose Betamax: (hey..this is kind of rude of me I’m sorry. I’m really feeling sick. After this bit with Ambrose could I lie down for an hour or so? I’m sure you’d have plenty to do with the APC anyways?)
Albion: ((I don’t mind at all .))
AJ B. (GM): (sure no problem)

Ambrose Betamax very carefully wakes up leah with a cat in his antlers and a dragon wherever it feels like being at the moment.
Ambrose Betamax: (I’m sorry, I know I kind of keep doing that)
AJ B. (GM): (no worries its life, believe me I understand, being sick is hell and rest is important)
Melo: (Its ok! You’re great fun to play with, and we all get like that. ‘Sides, you’ve been up since 4 am)

Albion would most likely be in its egg, still. And carried by Ambrose.
AJ B. (GM): As you try and wake Leah you notice her breathing is more shallow then normal and she seems to be in an almost coma like state. There is a drawing and a hit of crash next to her bed. A poorly done image of a deer head with zs over it, 4 sunrises, with a / followed by an arrow pointing to the crash and a wide awake deer.
Ambrose Betamax: (I’m sorry father grabbing me for a sec, brb :()
AJ B. (GM): (kk)
Albion: “Nà shì shuí?”
((Or if you prefer, 那是誰?))
Ambrose Betamax: (is back)
(had to change my car headlight apparently :/)
Melo: (Welcome back!)
Ambrose Betamax: (do I speak that language? btw?)
(so she’s sleeping for 4 days and if she doesnt wake up at that point I should stick the patch on?)

Ambrose Betamax , not knowing what his new pet said, just introduced his comatose friend as best he could.
AJ B. (GM): (Sort of, its more an, either or statement, / is meant as an or, wait 4 days, or give crash if need concious)
Melo: (That’s how I’d read the note)
Ambrose Betamax: (ah)
AJ B. (GM): (fucking illiteracy of 90% of the population lol)
Ambrose Betamax: (well I guess as long as the dragon isnt setting fire to the house or anything its no problem to let her sleep :P)
Albion: ((You don’t speak Chinese?))
Melo: (I so hope the deer isn’t gonna become dragon food)
(Amusingly, you actually speak it better then him)
Ambrose Betamax: (oh)
(Ok I guess I do speak chinese)

Ambrose Betamax introduces leah in chinese after all yay
Ambrose Betamax: (I guess I let leah sleep then, I didnt know she was that tired :P)
AJ B. (GM): (actually this is drug induced coma, this is the other side of her addiction, each day she either suffers heart failure or goes into a coma for 2d4 days. Though Ambrose wont know that.)
(Theres a reason people don’t usually become Crash addicts)
Ambrose Betamax: (oh dear)
(well, all ambrose sees is a note, so he’d be assuming she’s ok)
AJ B. (GM): (alright so we leave Leah to sleep, and can jump back to the APC.)
Ambrose Betamax: (oki. I guess my character spends the time learning about his new frand in chinese then?)

Melo nods, and gears up as is the norm before heading out in such case. “Figure we can eat at the truck then, at least.” Yep, nice easy walk towards the gate. “Been a pleasure working with you, despite everything Either I or the deer’ve managed to screw up.”
AJ B. (GM): (yeah, I would guess so. Rest well and feel better, let us know when you’re back.)
Ambrose Betamax: (thanks. how long will what your doing take? I’d rather not make anyone wait for me
(oh dear I just realized cackle will be sidelined too crap)
Melo: (No idea. We’ll roll with things until you’re back)
(Nah! Krem is still around)
Ambrose Betamax: (well….ok….an hour and a half-ish then?)
AJ B. (GM): (yeah that should be about right I think.)
Ambrose Betamax: (ok, cool, I’ll set my alarm. again, I’m really sorry about this.)
AJ B. (GM): (no worries, you rest and if you need longer don’t worry about it, we’ll make sure things keep running.)
Ambrose Betamax: (thanks…I’ll try to not feel guilty about it :P)
Melo: (Don’t be! We all have days like that! Plus, sleep is gud!)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Anyway.))

Ceukeausraa Krem would be a fair bit more wired. Then again, she usually is. “I’m still here for a couple weeks. Save your breath for cooling your porridge.”

Melo laughs. “Yeah, well, you never know what’s gonna happen. Rocks could fall and all that.” A hopefully uneventful trip would lead the trio on foot to the edge of the city in what was hopefully good time, the soldier being the slowest of all three of them.
AJ B. (GM): (two days if the Admin keeps to his exact word actually)
(sorry had to dig it up, in chat, its a tiny line)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Sadly, the deer has the highest IQ of all 3 characters.))
Ambrose Betamax: (I heard that, I had to feed my cat :P)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Not counting Ceukausraa, because hers is 22.))
AJ B. (GM): The trip through the city at least is uneventful. As you reach the gate the guards are silent and allow you to pass without incident.

Ceukeausraa Krem allows Melo to lead for once.

Melo is dumb, at 13. Just the same, he’d check in, just to give the guards a time stamp, and a hopeful estimate of when they’ll be returning. As well as fair warning that the unit WILL have Perth military colors on it, though they’ll radio in once in visual range to avoid being shot at. And maybe a request for some water before heading out across the lush green wastelands outside the city, and towards the truck’s parking spot.
(From AJ B. (GM)): Is Melo still wearing that peacekeeper badge?
(To GM): Without a doubt. How else is he going to be expected to be let back in the city or explain that?
AJ B. (GM): They grudgingly hand over a couple canteens of water. “We look forward to seeing what you managed to steal.”
Melo: “Thank you kindly, sir.” And a short, respectful salute before trudging onward. Once safely out of audio range, “So, what should we expect to be breaking down our door when you’re gone? Still need to take out that guard by the core, too, if we can pin it on someone else.”

Ceukeausraa Krem just kind of shrugs. “I’ve already wrapped up all my loose ends that should affect you. Anything else is your own problem. That’s sort of why I’m leaving, here.”
Melo: “Reasonable enough. Should I ask where you’re planning to go, just in case life takes me that way?” Trudge trudge trudge. At least his body armor has its own built in climate control.
AJ B. (GM): (Whats the range on your sight? both of you?)
Melo: (6k ft for 20/20 via telescopic, 2k ft thermal / IR / UV, whatever standard visual range is for 20/20 vision otherwise)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((I can identify someone by their face from 2 miles.))
((2 Perception.))
((Sorry, went to make a late lunch.))
AJ B. (GM): As you are walking you feel the ground begin to tremble and on the horizon a black dot moving fast straight towards you grows, once its in range you can both see it is a Giant Wombat like creature standing roughly 8 feet tall and about 20 feet in length. (Horror factor roll from each of you please)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((A late lunch of coffee, fried rice, and Orange Chicken…I may not be very good at feeding myself.))
Melo: rolling 1d20
= 6
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((I honestly thought I had a bonus to HF.))
rolling 1d20
= 17

Vault is a robot, and generally unphased by such things.

Melo ‘blinks’ and readjusts his vision. “What the fuck i’zat?” He’s simply struck dumb by the monstrosity.
Ceukeausraa Krem: "It’s obviously a gigantic, fat rodent.
AJ B. (GM): (yep, well Melo failed his HF, get to that in a moment depending on what you guys choose to do)
Vault: “Commander, it appears to be a large Wombat, a descendant of the family Vombatidae, commonly found in forested, mountainous and heathland areas and are native to both Tasmania, as well as the south-eastern portion of Australia. This particular specimen appears to be coming right for us.”

Vault would do Data proud, yep.
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((I give Vault Garrus Vakarian’s voice in my head.))
((So, do I see it from 2 miles?))
AJ B. (GM): (yep, its moving pretty fast, and mostly just put it on here so its on the board. It looks like it will take about 3 rounds for it to cover those 2 miles.)

Ceukeausraa Krem still is CERTAIN they can outrun it! “It’s a ways off, let’s just outrun it.”

Ceukeausraa Krem is totally going to blame Melo when they don’t.
AJ B. (GM): (Its coming from the direction you were planning to head, so is the plan turn around and run towards the city? Get out of its way? or try and run towards it and somehow outrun it that way?)
Melo: ( )
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((I prefer Garrus Vakarian.))
((The lattermost.))
((For me, anyway.))

Melo is still trying to comprehend just what he’s seeing. “..Yeah. But its between where we want to go. Go left?” Already he’d be turning to start running at a 90 degree angle to circle around the thing, provided he’s not that dumb struck. “Vault, split and prep to attack just in case.” Even as he’s running, he’ll be trying to get his helmet on. He’d much rather not have the damned thing eat his face… Or smell it.
Vault: (Yeah… but I can only do one voice)
AJ B. (GM): (Alright just so Im fully clear, Melo is running off to the left to avoid it, Vault is heading to the right and Krem is running straight towards it?)

Vault is going to the right because he can run at 75 mph and catch up if things look grim, a lot faster and easier then the puny human. He’d also be going slightly less perpendicular to the giant thing, just in case… He’s also not running away at full tilt, but at about the same speed as Melo.. You know, 10-15 mph.
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((I am running directly at it, yes. Then I plan to roll directly underneath it and continue running.))
AJ B. (GM): (Im going to point out that its belly sort of drags on the ground and that under it is not the wisest plan. Though rolling under it can lower the damage to sdc levels instead of MD)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Also, Vibro-Knife out whilst rolling. For gutting gerbils.))
((Nothing’s changing :P))
AJ B. (GM): (fair enough then I’ll need a roll with impact roll from you then.)
Ceukeausraa Krem: rolling 1d20+9
= 26
AJ B. (GM): (alright so 17 SDC damage to your armor, like that matters, a roll to strike at a +5 on top of other bonuses please)
Ceukeausraa Krem: rolling 1d20
= 12
((…Seriously, dice?))
AJ B. (GM): (still a successful hit, roll damage)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((
2 more if Vibroknives count as knives.))
rolling 1d6
= 1
AJ B. (GM): (he is correct)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((It’s a lot of fat to cut through.))
((A lot of MD fat.))
Melo: (They do)
(You gut the thing for…! 1 damage.)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Also, RAW says that it takes 100 SD at once to do MD. Remember, when we were discussing how damage from SD weapons is cheaper, and you pointed out that no it isn’t, because all 100 SD has to hit at once to equal 1 MD?))
AJ B. (GM): You come up behind the thing a little bit of blood on your knife as it skids to a halt and seems agitated now. (Init rolls from all but Melo)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((GM guide sorucebook thing.))
rolling 1d20
= 18
((20 with bonuses.)
Vault: rolling 1d20
= 6
AJ B. (GM): (and yeah, I know, mostly was just giving you an idea of how much damage it does on an SDC trample, thus the like it matters ending, need to be clearer I guess)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Or I could pay more attention. Either way :P))
AJ B. (GM): (Alright, well combat order is set, and it looks like Krem is able to follow that roll up with her normal combat)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((How many Actions do we do before cycling again?))
AJ B. (GM): (all unless you specifically want to hold off on some)
(its just quicker/less book keeping that way)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Just checking. I thought our first fight, we did 2 Actions at a time or something.))
Vault: (Nah, that was Kevin being an idiot and not using RAW)
AJ B. (GM): (not sure, figure we’ll tweek as we play once we see how full combats run we’ll figure out if it needs more tweeking after the game.)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((I forget, is there a move-to-attack option in RIFTS?))
AJ B. (GM): (as in, doing both in a single action? think jump kick or something like that might work for that but otherwise no not really)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((So throw knife, move, throw knife, move, throw knife, move. Got it.))
((Alright, if I remember correctly, +1 from Martial Arts, +1 from OCC, and 2 to start. For a total of four. Does that first thing count as an action?))
AJ B. (GM): (nope)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Cool.))

Ceukeausraa Krem comes to her feet behind the gerbil, facing it. She then begins backing away at the top of her speed, moving for a full fifteen seconds, before pausing to throw a knife at the Gerbil as hard as she can.
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Any To-Strike Bonuses other than my usual?))
((Also, are there any rules against throwing four knives from a single hand?))
AJ B. (GM): (Nope just normal strike bonuses, and depends on at least a couple things, do you have the Quickdraw WP? Or do you mean throwing four knives all at once from one hand?)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((The latter.))
AJ B. (GM): (nope no rules against that, and so long as you’re still using the full supply of actions no problem there.)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Ah. So an action to draw, and an action to throw each. Got it. Alright, obviously can’t do that, then.))
Vault: (My GOD does this game make for some cinematic combat.)
Ceukeausraa Krem: rolling 1d20+5
= 20
((That’s my to-strike with my knife throw. 1d6 SDC, more attempting to keep the whamblat’s attention on me,))
AJ B. (GM): (roll damage)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Will 6 or less SDC make a difference?))
((Because if it will, I’m pretty sure that gerbil already died when I gutted it for MD.))
AJ B. (GM): (to its stats no, mostly using it to decide how much you annoyed it with that throw)
Ceukeausraa Krem: rolling 1d6
= 5
((On a scale of gnat, mosquito bite, and deer tick, deer tick.))
AJ B. (GM): It does seem a bit irked and shakes like its trying to throw something off its back.
(got more actions to use?)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((One to move, One to draw my SDC knife (Not just throwing away an MDC knife if I only have one :P), which leaves one, which I’ll be using to move further. Gimme a sec and I’ll calculate up my feet per second.))
AJ B. (GM): (kk)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((41.06667 feet per second))
((Total of 30 seconds, means a round of 1230))
((Or 375 meters.))
AJ B. (GM): (15 seconds is a full combat round, 30 would be 2 full rounds, actions =/= round Hate the speed rules for this but cant begin to think how to fix them)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((One sec.))
AJ B. (GM): (lol more division)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((307.5 feet))
AJ B. (GM): (so still lots of running room)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((That’s 2 actions’ worth.
Vault: (You know what’s sad? I am now making a feet per second calc on the character sheets)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((And straight math, I didn’t round that one.))
((That’s the end of my turn.
AJ B. (GM): (alright Wombats turn,)
It moves up to Krem and tries to headbutt her
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((How were we handling autododge again?__
AJ B. (GM): (you can use dodge freely, and if you actually have autododge its +4 to your dodge. If you have actions left you can also use, parry or simul attack)
Vault: (I think its ‘We have it and it gets all of our dodge bonuses’?)
Ceukeausraa Krem: rolling 1d20
= 30
((Do I dodge? :P))
AJ B. (GM): (well at least the dice love you avoiding attacks then lol) The wombat fails miserably at its attempt to headbutt Krem.
(and now its vaults turn)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((I could roll a 2 and still dodge with all these bonuses :P))
AJ B. (GM): (ehh then they’d just have to roll over a 13)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Which is still a fair number :P))
AJ B. (GM): (yep)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Fruity Oaty Bars make you bust out of your blouse.))

Vault is programed to defend in general, and upon seeing the giant attempt to strike it’s aggressor (And possible meal), that ion cannon on his forearm would light up with that ominous high pitched whine-and-hum, faint blue glow building up within the barrel as it sprang forward from its normally closed position. Beyond that hum? There was no warning, just a rapid fire burst of high speed, highly charged ions, only stopping when the creature seemed sufficiently imobile. No aimed shots here, just direct fireing from the hip.
Vault: rolling 1d20+4
= 22
(That’d be the first of 5 burst shots that’re incoming)
(And technically, that’s a crit; deathbot crits on 18
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((You mean 18-20? Or any total over 18 after bonuses?))
AJ B. (GM): (crits are nat rolls only)
(otherwise this would just get insanely out of hand fast)
Vault: (I heart RIFTs.)
AJ B. (GM): (alright, looks like thats a successful hit, roll damage. 2 for the crit)
Vault: rolling 1d4 x10 x2
= 3
(That’d be 60 md)
Ceukeausraa Krem: rolling 1d4
= 60
((I think that’s the command you meant :P
Vault: (Neat. Thank you)
AJ B. (GM): Alright that tears a good sized hole into its side and singed a lot of its fur. It howls in pain. (next shot)

Vault would keep firing, unless there was suddenly a fine red mist where a giant wombat once stood.
AJ B. (GM): (roll damage)

Vault again, those rapid fire’d ions would leave the barrel of his arm cannon, that high pitched whine of super charged particles hailing down upon the poor monstrosity, again simply taken as a direct shot.
Vault: rolling 1d20+4
= 14
rolling 1d4*10
= 30
AJ B. (GM): Another hole, this time a little less damaging but still painful and still standing. (next shot)
(My GAWD, roll damage)

Vault again would fire, hydraulic limbs easily soaking what little recoil the blazing blue particles could generate as burst after burst of them flew from the muzzle.
Vault: rolling 1d20+4
= 8
rolling 1d4*10
= 40
AJ B. (GM): That final shot tears a hole right through its head, leaving the smell of burning fur and cooked wombat to waft off the corpse of the poor dumb herbivore.
Ceukeausraa Krem: "Wombat steaks!
“Vault, go check on Melo, make sure he’s alright.”

Vault would let that ion cannon cool down as power stopped channeling to the device. “Commander, the threat has been neutralized. Shall we continue on?”Even as the droid spoke, he’d start waltzing right on forward.
AJ B. (GM): (gonna go grab lunch real quick myself, back in a bit)

Melo would have been running until he heard that steady whine he knew quite well. A stop, a spin, and he’d turn just in time to watch bits of the critter vaporize under a hail of death. “Acknowledged Vault.” And a casual jog would start to bring him in. Not like he could get very far in 15 seconds.
Melo: (Welcome back!)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Liginamite.))
Melo: “So, Guessing you’re both well enough?”

Ceukeausraa Krem tears her knife out of the wombat’s…wherever it stuck."
AJ B. (GM): (take it aside from that you shall continue on, or are you planning to try and skin this thing or something else insane?)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((I don’t have any of the two wilderness skills :P))
((It’s meat. Unless you have Wilderness skills, I doubt you’d know more than that.))
Melo: (Stupid question: Edible?)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Or Cook. Cook might work.))
((The Crocodile people I ate were MD creatures, IIRC.))
Melo: (Lemmie rephrase, because this is something I’d presume is something he’d know: Is MD Meat edible, or were there any ads in the local restaurants for wombat meat?)
AJ B. (GM): (to both questions yes. MD refers to the exterior only usually anyhow)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((I think Splugorth organs are MD.))
((There are also MD bone armors and weapons floating between worldbooks.))
AJ B. (GM): (yeah, usually in rifts is kind of a hard term to place on its own lol)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Usually the phrase ‘meat’ refers to stuff that consists mostly of non-calcified fat.))
((Wombats have LOTS of non-calcified fat. Even normal-sized ones.))
((But all of this is moot unless Melo or Vault have survival skills, or cooking skills, or SOMETHING relevant to cleaning and dressing a kill.))

Melo WAS considering grabbing a paw, because that’s the murder hobo in him talking. Instead, he’d simply open up a frequency back to the gate guards. “This is Melo Craft, peacekeeper ID” a glance at his badge because everyone loves plot holes and inconsistencies like that in the films, “PK2246D3. About a click north we’ve got half a wombat ripe for harvesting. Waste not want not if the city wants a few hundred pounds of meat.”
AJ B. (GM): (Would you like to specify that you didnt just tell them to come get half a Normal wombat?)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((He did say few hundred pounds of meat.))
AJ B. (GM): (ahh yeah missed that sorry)
Melo: (I’m guessing the few hundred pounds of meat would cover that)
AJ B. (GM): They radio back. “We’ll send out a truck as soon as we can Peacekeeper.”
Melo: “Acknowledged. Resuming current course.” And then back to the bot and Krem. “Well, back onward we go. Vault, take note of cords and distance, radio back as needed.” And walking would resume. Well, he IS trying to make himself useful to the city.
AJ B. (GM): The rest of the trip to the cave is uneventful, however when you arrive there is one thing off. Although the APC is fine the elevator appears to have been pried open with a crowbar and a hole cut into the floor of it.
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((AJ, I came up with a name for our game.))
((We’ll call it Kevin Seimbada Is Insane. Or KSII.))
((Kay Ess Two, phonetically.))

Melo would fill the time with conversation if he could, though he’s never known Krem to be the overly chatty sort. “Well.. that’s.. not good. I’m afraid to find out just what horrors are going to be getting out of here.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: “Not our concern at present. Let’s get the APC and get out of here.”
Melo: “…Yeah. True enough. Might become mine though. Some of the critters down there are not the kind of things I’d want near me.” And into the APC he’d go, doors unlocked, and a quick inventory to make sure things were still there; gun parts, oven, kazoo, other guns, things of that nature. “You want anything to eat?”

Ceukeausraa Krem stares. Kazoo? “Nah. I want to get out of the Aussie wilderness. Sooner, rather than later.”
Melo: “Suit yourself.” And to the easy bake oven, “Small bag of cucumber slices, fresh.” A moment to retrieve them, and then he’d fire up the APC from the driver’s seat. “Shouldn’t be too bad of a trip back. Vault, standard lookout duty.”
AJ B. (GM): (does standard lookout include his tourism function?)

Melo might also actually put the odd device away somewhere secure, because he doesn’t want it rolling around in the back.
Ceukeausraa Krem: “Everything’s here, right? We’ve got everything we need?”
Melo: (Only if there is an awkward silence on the trip back)
“Yeah. Think so. No idea where that chick went that we met down there though, but I don’t think we’re missing anything. Half a mind to seal this place up for good, but rather not piss off some people.” And with that, he’d start driving away from the city a bit, just to make sure he wasn’t making a B-line from the parking space. Can’t be too cautious, after all. What’s an extra 10 minutes of going east going to hurt before turning south for an 8 mile trip?

Ceukeausraa Krem doesn’t speak the whole time.
AJ B. (GM): (yep)

Vault is a tour guide.
Melo: (Bike is in back, yeah?)
AJ B. (GM): Alright so you make it back without incident this time. (radio in that you’re almost there?)

Melo would make sure he was a good distance out and headed south before radioing in, “Front gates, this is Melo Craft, peacekeeper ID PK2246D3, we’re about 10 minutes out and should be due north of the gates. Single APC, Perth colors. All clear to bring her in?”
AJ B. (GM): “Clear for approach, bring it to the front gates, unlock everything and step outside the vehicle. Once the check is complete we will have further directions for you”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Mal? Guy killed me, Mal. Killed me with a sword. How wierd is that?))
((Also, how are Crazies less crazy than Bursters?))
Melo: “Acknowledged front gates.” Right on up he’d go, slow and casual like. Once parked at the gates, he’d do a quick once over to make sure everything was unlocked before hopping out. As for that bit of vegetable matter? Eaten on the way, empty bag shoved into an ash-tray or something similar. Once outside, he’d even go around back and open the back to reveal the skycycle. “Reporting in, Sir.” Another salute given to the officer or guard he’d meet at the gate. “Ready for inspection.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Also, Military doesn’t salute civilians.))
Ambrose Betamax: (back. also considering buying a different alarm clock.)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((I thought you might be :P))
Ambrose Betamax: (sorry D:)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((That one doesn’t seem to work for you :3))
((You mean a whamblat.))
Ambrose Betamax: 9waaat I could have befranded it)
Melo: (Guards’re police / city military, no? And welcome back! We killed a Wombat!)

Albion licks Ambrose. In the noes.
AJ B. (GM): (except for the razor sharp teeth part lol)
Melo: (It was 20 feet long and 8 feet tall with razor sharp teeth!)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Its buck teeth were about 4 feet long each, though.))
AJ B. (GM): (and can do MD damage still)

Ambrose Betamax hugs albion. in the face.
Ambrose Betamax: (also wow I want a wombat like that)
(well, no, I think I want the whole wombat)
Melo: (Missing half of its body?)

Albion bites Ambrose. In the hug.

Ambrose Betamax thinks this is cute, and starts to drag string around thinking you might play with it like his cat. In the bite.
AJ B. (GM): The guards nod, though they do not return the salute. They quickly climb in and search the APC in its entirety (See theres no point in escaping Australia, Ambrose is determined to bring Australia to everywhere else)
(From AJ B. (GM)): Did you hide any of the SCP stuff or in any way try and prevent them finding it?
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Ceukausraa has a non-statted phobia. Australiaphobia.She WILL kill him if he succeeds. And then proceed to slaughter everything else.))
(To GM): Darragener, pen and kazoo on person, oven under a seat in the truck

Ambrose Betamax even from leahs house can feel krem’s aggression. He hugs albion a lil harder.
AJ B. (GM): After a little while, they come out with the oven in hand. “Alright, everything else checks out, but we do have to be thorough, What is THIS? and Why is it in a Perth APC?” The incredulity and confusion in his voice is obvious.
Ambrose Betamax: (lol forgot about that oven)

Albion Easy Bakes Ambrose.
Ambrose Betamax: (albion and I are having some scenes kind of like that short about the babysitter from the incredibles at leah’s house.)
Albion: ((I figure it’d be more like scens from the short bus.))
Ambrose Betamax: (never heard of that O.o)
Albion: ((The short bus is where mentally handicapped children ride to school.))
Ambrose Betamax: (Oh I thought you meant there was like a movie called that or something)
Melo: “That would be an oven powered by a light bulb. MRE’s’re great and all, but food is a lot better tasting.” A nod given at the plastic oven. “As for why its in the APC? Its a touch cumbersome to carry around if I’m headed into a city with actual stoves and food. Otherwise, just a minor convenience for traveling.” Well, he’s casual about it at least.
Albion: ((Nope. I mean Ambrose and Albion are retarded :P))
Ambrose Betamax: (oh. ok then :P)
AJ B. (GM): (If there isnt a movie called that we need to make it, and be heavily armed when it premiers)

Ambrose Betamax introduces his cat Schrodinger to Albion, making sure to inform Albion that the cat is not food.)
Albion: ((Also known as The Bottomless Pit.))
Melo: ( )
AJ B. (GM): One of the guards looks at Melo suspiciously. “Exactly how much heat and how thoroughly could a lightbulb really cook something?”
Albion: “Melo. Get a piece of tungsten. Run current through itl. Challenge him to touch it.”
Ambrose Betamax: (you could put a regular MRE in there and say “One cooked MRE. See?” :P
Melo: “Frankly? Not very well, but warmed over MRE’s’re still better then a cold MRE on a cold night. Cold night’s might not be very cold down here, but up in Germany? Fuck man, anything to get something warm in your stomach out in the wild’s is a luxury. Add to that the fact that I’ve got a robotic pack mule to carry camping supplies, why wouldn’t I make sure its near by?” A thumb jerking in Vault’s direction. “Happy to show you if you’ve got a few hours to kill for it to warm something up.”
Ambrose Betamax: (lol, if that guard confiscates your suspicious childs toy)
Melo: (I will be sad, but easy come, easy go. I got a steak dinner out of it)
Ambrose Betamax: (more importantly a never-ending source of dragon food and possible crash for leah)
(also that)
Melo: (And death. Don’t forget the death)
AJ B. (GM): He shakes his head. “No thats fine, alright everything checks out, though I would reccomend you try and get in touch with Administrator Keir about its tactical use for the military, he would probably offer you quite a good trade for it. Anyhow, keep it near the wall go to the left, you’ll see a warehouse with guards in front of it, they’ll help you store it from there.”

Melo nods. "Thank you kindly sir, and I’ll see what I can do about it. " A handshake offered at the least before he’d reach to take the plastic oven, and bring it inside to store it where it was. “And away we go.” To Karm and Vault.

Ambrose Betamax is playing tetris against comotose leah and still probably losing
Melo: (Quietly adds ‘Tetris’ to the list of games Ambrose knows. On in this case, doesn’t know)
AJ B. (GM): You’re able to get the APC put away without any problems. They note down who it belongs to and what it looks like but reccomend you take anything you want out of it, as occassionally things get “lost” from inside vehicles here.
Ambrose Betamax: (we could be a sitcom over here at leahs house)
Melo: (Ambrose + Albion’s turn?)
Ambrose Betamax: (Bring the easy bake oven home :P)
Albion: ((I’m just looking forward to the part where Leah has to entertain a client.))
Ambrose Betamax: (well maybe ambrose will take over for her if she’s still asleep :P)
AJ B. (GM): (so much for not making Melo a liar lol)
Ambrose Betamax: (ambrose is a conscientious deer)
AJ B. (GM): (Alright, anyhow over at Leahs place) There is a loud knock on the door followed by the voice of the bartender from Cockatrice’s place “Leah, you in there girl?”
Ambrose Betamax: (oh. well in that case I won’t put out :P)
Melo: (Oh god. Yes, but I explicitly told the dragon you’re not a whore!)

Ambrose Betamax opens the door. with a cat. and a dragon.

Albion rawr.
Albion: “Wǒ láizì yīgè jīdàn.”
Ambrose Betamax: (lol its actually kinda frustrating to keep using google translate for everything you say :P)
Albion: ((Learn Chinese, then :P))
AJ B. (GM): She looks down at the dragon. “You are in Leah’s trailer, with a talking lizard and a cat. If she isn’t ok you aren’t going to be either in a few minutes.”
Melo: (It could be worse! Other languages we have to translate manually!)

Ambrose Betamax replies. She’s fine? She’s in a drug coma sleeping it off. She left a note!
Ambrose Betamax: “I didnt know she could read and write. I’m so jealous!”
AJ B. (GM): She pushes past Ambrose and goes to the bed. “One, she can’t though she aint bad at drawing. Two, this is not good.” She picks up the hit of crash and sighs heavily. “How long has she been out?”

Ambrose Betamax tells her what he knows.
AJ B. (GM): She shrugs “Of course she’d be down when one of her best clients is wanting.” she rolls her eyes. “Guess I wake her up early then.” She goes to put the hit of crash on Leah (unless you intend to stop her)
Ambrose Betamax: (nah, leah can make her own decisions)
Albion: ((So much for you trying to rehabilitate her.))
Ambrose Betamax: (Well, she clarified her goals in terms of the drugs.)
(still wants to try buuuut)
Melo: (I was thinking the same. Sage nod. Makes tea Anyone else want a cup?)
AJ B. (GM): Bartender woman slaps the hit of crash on Leah who pops up and grabs the bartender by the throat. The four armed woman does seem awfully calm about this however.

Ambrose Betamax watches to see what happens.
Ambrose Betamax: (lol maybe I shouldnt tell her about the ez bake replicator)

Albion would do its best to place its tiny self between the deer and the four-armed woman! It doesn’t really want to see anyone hurt!

Ambrose Betamax would chase his pet!
Ambrose Betamax: (action! excitement!)
AJ B. (GM): As soon as the dragon gets between them Leah lets go and blinks hard. “Alright a few questions, least to most important. One, why am I waking up on a burn, two what are you doing here Selena, three how much property damage did you do getting in, and four What got added to my Crash to make me start seeing oversized lizards?”
Albion: ((It’s not really oversized, yet.))

Ambrose Betamax rreplies "what lizard? clearly Something has gone wrong. Maybe you should slow down a bit on the-(prepares to be choked)
Albion: ((It’s cat-size.))
AJ B. (GM): (Thats still oversized for the kind of lizards that should be in the city)
Albion: ((Smaller than a Komodo Dragon, which is in fact in the Lacertilia suborder.))
AJ B. (GM): (anything that big that doesnt speak, which she hasnt heard you speak would likely be shot)
Albion: “Shénme, tā shuō shénme?”
((Speaking of.))
Ambrose Betamax: (well now she really thinks she’s hallucinating.)
AJ B. (GM): “Question altered, how much of what hallucinogenic was put into my Crash that Talking oversized lizards are appearing in my trailer.” At this point Selena busts up laughing and manages to choke out, “its…real” through fits of laughter.

Ambrose Betamax replies, totally straightfaced, “what lizard?”

Albion looks to the 4-armed lady, then to the deer, then to the other deer. “Huì yǒurén gàosù wǒ zhè shì zěnme huí shì?”
Ambrose Betamax: (cant translate)
Albion: ((會有人告訴我這是怎麼回事?))
Ambrose Betamax: (ah ok)
(er, in Chinese:) Fine. I think. She seems to be hallucinating that there’s a cat sized lizard talking to her.
(cause translating everything back and forth is annoying :P)
Albion: ((Well, I speak 4 languages, and read 4, too. I intend to use them))
Ambrose Betamax: (tell that to the russian class I just dropped.)
Melo: (And languages’re fun!)
Ambrose Betamax: (putin is just taking over the world so he doesnt have to speak russian anymore, I swear)
Albion: ((No? I took a semester of French, one of German, one of Spanish, and one of ASL. I fully intend to pick back up on all of them when I have money to go back to school, as well.))
AJ B. (GM): Leah: “Ok so obviously its real, between Selena’s comment and the fact you’re talking to a fucking hallucination Betamax. I’m going to feed you to both your carnivorous pets later but for now.” She turns and looks at Selena.
Selena: “Oh yeah, I woke you because Dr. P was hoping for a night with you, thought you might be looking for another good payout.”

Albion stares at Ambrose. “Wǒ bùshì xīyì. Wǒ shì lóng.”
Melo: (You took a semster of Age Sex Location?)
Albion: ((Actually, I managed to get out of school without ever taking Sex-Ed.))
Ambrose Betamax: (what translator site can I use for this? google doesnt like me)
Albion: ((我不是蜥蜴。我是龍。I’ll just use Pin-Yin and Mandarin both. GT doesn’t have any trouble with Mandarin.))
Ambrose Betamax: (lol “the” dragon"

Ambrose Betamax replies in chinese again. “yeah I know, but she sees a lizard. bad trip, right?”
Albion: ((Chinese prepositions are different. They don’t differentiate.))
Ambrose Betamax: (oh, it was funny cause it said A lizzard and then The dragon)
(which sounded pretty baddass)
(not just any dragon)

Albion stares at Ambrose. Then sighs, and tries something different. “誰もが日本語を話すか?((Daremoga nihongo o hanasu ka?))”((Does anyone speak Japanese?))

Ambrose Betamax replies in chinese. “good, keep it up, maybe gibberish will calm her down”

Ambrose Betamax likes the cut of that gibberish
Melo: (I have to cackle at that one’s translation from chinese)

Ambrose Betamax also thinks that gibberish is an actual language.
Albion: ((That actually doesn’t translate in Chinese verbally. The words are pronounced differently. In Chinese, it’s Riyu, and in Japanese, it’s Nihongo,))
AJ B. (GM): Leah looks at the lunatic she allowed into her house then at the thing the lunatic brought into her house. Then looks at Selena. “Alright you said Dr. P is wanting a night right? I suppose I could use the cash especially since I apparently need to make sure I can get away with murder later.” A glare is thrown Ambrose’s way. “I hate dealing with him but its neccessary.” Leah then looks down at the Dragon. “You, if you eat anything that isn’t in the kitchen or made of deer and moron I’m going to hang you on the walls outside.” She then turns to Ambrose “Betamax, I swear to all the gods that have ever been, if you turn my trailer into any more of a zoo I’m going to cut off your antlers and shove them up an orifice.”
Albion: “Mi supozas, ke estas neniu. Kion pri Euro?”
Melo: (HA!)
Ambrose Betamax: (ok, bing translate literally detects that as english.)

Ambrose Betamax cringes and brings his new friend to another room to sulk with.
Albion: ((It’s an approximation to Euro.))
((Even though it’s more closely related to Spanish and English, of which one isn’t even included in the description of Euro. Which is dumb, because Spanish is a native European language far moreso than Russian.))
AJ B. (GM): Leah heads out and Selena follows Ambrose and the Dragon to check on them. “You alright deer man?” She then turns to the dragon. “Do kiel vi lernis tion?”

Ambrose Betamax me bursts into tears and blurts out all of his feelings at the bartender. I imagine, being a bartender she is used to this. “All I did was make a frand and I thought she’d like her and she’d feel better and she’d maybe not need to rely on her drugs so much to feel like a strong feni woman and now she’s gonna mate with some guy she doesnt even like and-(this continues for a while)…”
Albion: “Lernu kion? Japana, ĉina, Eŭro, aŭ Dragonese? De ajna formo, mi nur ia scii tion. Mi ne certas kial.”
AJ B. (GM): The bartender pats you on the soldier. “Alright, three things, she probably would like him, she is just like that when brought out of that coma early. She isn’t going to mate with anyone, hell I’m pretty sure Dr. P is some kind of weird amoeba creature. She doesn’t like going to him for very good reason though.”
Albion: ((Hah. On the soldier. Free handy-J/))
AJ B. (GM): She turns to the dragon. “Do vi estas drako , kiu klarigas multon . Kiel vi finos en la zorgo de herbo-manĝa kiel li?”
Albion: “Li nur ia min ekprenis kaj portis min ĉi tien. Mi decidis tiel longe kiel li estas pli utila kiel ne-manĝo, mi tiel ne manĝu lin!”

Ambrose Betamax feels that he is somehow the subject of a joke.
Albion: ((Oh. So. I guess Esperanto actually is the RL version of Euro.))
((I would not have expected that.))
AJ B. (GM): Selena laughs at the dragon and scratches his chin before turning to Ambrose. “Yeah she’ll definitely like him as soon as she can understand him. Look, I’m gonna tell you something that may get one of my arms broken. When Leah comes home in the morning, be here for her. She’ll look like hell, she’ll probably shove you away if you touch her and she may throw a punch or two. What she does for money isn’t pleasant and frankly most of the other girls think she’s either an idiot or suicidal for taking this client. But in the end she needs someone waiting here for her.”
Ambrose Betamax: “….oh. Should I go with her? make sure she doesnt go? I have a lil money she doesnt have to do it…”
AJ B. (GM): Selena shrugs, “You’re welcome to try, the preparations will eat up a lot of time, thats why she’s already out and about. Look kid, you’re pretty sweet and I’d hate to wreck that without a good reason, so tell me this, how much do you really want to know?”
Ambrose Betamax: “… it something I can do anything about?”
AJ B. (GM): She then looks down at the dragon and asks “Kiom bone vi pensas ke li volas manipuli psicópata ?”

Albion rumbles at the chin scratch happily, then hops up between Ambrose’s antlers. “Tā hěn gāoxìng! Wǒ xǐhuān tā! ((她很高兴!我喜欢她!))”

Albion turns to the four-armed lady. “Mi ne vere konas lin, ke bone, honeste.”

Ambrose Betamax says back in chinese: “I know, she’s nice right? and I even got melo a date with her and he was angry about it. Humans are odd.”
AJ B. (GM): Selena shrugs, “One of the good things about our work is that we pick our clients. She doesn’t have to go if she chooses not to. Of course you could also try and convince the client not to mess with her. Those are the two off the top of my head. I don’t reccomend the second by any stretch.”

Albion stares down at Ambrose. "Shénme shì zuìxīn de ma? ((什么是最新的吗?))
Ambrose Betamax: “…I’ll talk to her about it. maybe it’s best I don’t know the details, She’d probably not want me to know.”
(back in chinese) It’s kind of like a pre- mating ritual, where you go out to a place and get food and stuff and talk and get to know eachother."

Ambrose Betamax looks for Leah.
AJ B. (GM): Selena nods, and gives you four addresses. “Those are where she’ll be, dress shop, jewelry store, and the home of Dr. P. She goes to those in order over the course of the day.”

Ambrose Betamax thanks Selena and promises to do that thing I promised her I’d do again. Then heads for the first address as fast as he can, with his dragon on his head.
Ambrose Betamax: (tonight, we ride!)

Albion says “呵呵,喜欢跳舞?((Hēhē, xǐhuān tiàowǔ?))” Then proceeds to do the mating dance of the Cats-Eye subspecies.
Ambrose Betamax: (google translate broke on that one)
Albion: ((OH, like dancing?))
Ambrose Betamax: (My cat is up there with her)
Melo: (What about your cat?)
AJ B. (GM): The address is a very upscale neighborhood and you’re getting funny looks from the human populace as you head through it. The store it self is called, “Elegance Enshrouded” Inside there is no one to be found though somewhere from the back you hear a soft feminine voice say “Be with you in a minute.”
*in a

Ambrose Betamax knows not to make waves in an upscale place like this, and “calmly” waits while chatting with his dragon in chinese. “I think dancing can happen during a date yeah. But it’s pretty much the human way of impressing a potential mate. its pretty unwieldy though. I dont see why they dont just fight the other men like us deer.”

Albion rolls her eyes. She’s going to quickly become a militant feminist at this rate.
Albion: (( I’m scared.))
(( Now I’m terrified.))

Ambrose Betamax wonders what feminism is. female deers never needed it, at least in his tribe, gender equality just kind of is the natural state.
AJ B. (GM): After a little while, a woman with her hair in a tight bun atop her head comes out with Leah wearing a flowing crimson ball gown following her. Leah is scowling down at the dress and fails to even notice you. The woman on the other hand looks shocked. “Alright explain, I was only told to prepare for one of your kind not an entire menagerie.” Her tone is kept under tight control.

Ambrose Betamax waves at leah. “haaaaaaaaaay!”
AJ B. (GM): Leah looks up and the glare from the dress shifts to Ambrose. “Alright, Betamax, how the Hell did you find me?”
Ambrose Betamax: “the nice bartender lady told me so I could tell you that I have some money so you dont have to do whatever it is you do with Dr. P.”

Albion has seen no evidence of gender equality so far! Anyway. It has NO idea what’s going on here, so it shuts up.

Ambrose Betamax , for some reason is suddenly hit by his survival instinct. in the face.
AJ B. (GM): She mutters something about breaking more then one arm this time before her shoulders slump. “Look Betamax, thats sweet you wanting to play the knight in shining armor and all but lets get a couple things straight. I am Not a damsel in distress, I can make my own way without charity, and as much as I hate doing this I doubt you can continue to cover my meds on your own.”

Ambrose Betamax wonders about that ez bake oven.
Ambrose Betamax: “well uh we have this thing that maybe can do it? It can make most anything else…”

Albion probably picks up from bodily cues that Ambrose isn’t doing very well, and says “Nǐ zhēn de bù lǐjiě nǚrén, nǐ ne? ((你真的不理解女人,你呢?))”

Ambrose Betamax replies: “I’m told I dont really understand anyone.”

Albion would believe it.
AJ B. (GM): She raises an eyebrow. “Fine lets walk and talk, I still need to get prepared, if you talk me out of dro…it then fine, I can take all this stuff back but if you can’t I need to be prepared.” She heads out the door not saying a word to the dress woman who has mostly been watching this expecting Ambrose to end up hurt.
Ambrose Betamax: (ambrose is not wise.)

Ambrose Betamax glows a little. semi-success! he’s not gonna get his arms broken…yet!

Albion looks down from Ambrose’s antlers to try and make eye-contact.
Ambrose Betamax: “Right so ok we found all this cool stuff and one of them was a box that my cat came out of and…” Ambrose continues telling the story of the place he spent most of his time insensate in, until he gets to the EZ bake oven.

Ambrose Betamax is lost in albions eyes.

Albion will attempt to Cats-Eye Gaze Ambrose, because her attempts at communication have not been forthcoming..
Ambrose Betamax: (uh-oh.)
Albion: ((You get a save.))
((Mindcontrol against 14))
Ambrose Betamax: (d20?)
Albion: ((Yup.))
Ambrose Betamax: (does my character even know whats going on?)
rolling 1d20
= 3
Albion: ((Probably not.))
Ambrose Betamax: (lol apparently)
AJ B. (GM): (mmm, I dunno he does have some natural psi power so he might at least have a vague awareness but yeah with that save at best he’d know “someone is touching my brain”)

Ambrose Betamax says out loud mid sentance “Hay I feel kinda funny”
AJ B. (GM): (right before he apparently gets mind controlled for a couple minutes)
Ambrose Betamax: (Does this mean Albion can use my languages for the duration?)

Albion would command Ambrose, "Wèn tā, tā shuō shénme yǔyán, bìng chuándì gěi wǒ sòng guòlái de zhōngguó rén, qǐng. ((问她,她说什么语言,并传递给我送过来的中国人,请。 Ask her what languages she speaks, and relay it back to me in Chinese please.))

Ambrose Betamax pretty much has to do as he’s told.
Albion: ((Don’t worry, it’s only two minutes or until it’s dispelled.

Ambrose Betamax is oblivious to pretty much everything right now :P
AJ B. (GM): Leah looks very confused at the sudden shift in conversation but says. “American, and Faerie. Though don’t think confusing me is going to stop me from doing this.”

Ambrose Betamax tells the dragon in chinese.
Ambrose Betamax: (you can always just have me translate for you :P)

Albion says to the deer whose antlers she isn’t resting in, “kwi bensvelk! zyak wux shilta senar di kampiun ve jaka, harkt?”

Ambrose Betamax looks kind of zombie like.

Albion says in Dragonese, “Oh, right.” and blinks her eyes, releasing Ambrose from the spell.

Ambrose Betamax pretty much collapses upon being released from the spell. his mind is very used to being in charge not just of his body, but of his environment, with his powers, and this is a very sudden change.

Albion flaps her wings so as not to collapse with Ambrose.
Ambrose Betamax: “…zzzzzzzz….”
Melo: (Poor housecat)
Ambrose Betamax: (btw faerie translator?)
Albion: ((You speak Faerie?))
((That operates as Dragonese-10%))
AJ B. (GM): Leah holds Ambrose up and shakes her head then looks at the dragon. “Oayr, E lyh du yh aqdahd.”
Melo: (Faerie is his native tongue, actually)

Ambrose Betamax snores and some of his psychinch powers kinda do stuff on their own to reassert themselves.
Albion: ((Kay, so I’m just gonna type Dragonese in Common and specify that it’s Dragonese.))
((Since it is, indeed, rather common.))
((Or just know that I speak Dragonese not American, so I’m obviously speaking Dragonese :P))
AJ B. (GM): (that works)

Albion nods “That makes things easier, then. At least I can communicate with you, now.” She’d apologize to Ambrose in Chinese, since he’s yet to acknowledge her in Dragonese, then go back to speaking Dragonese to the deer-lady. “So, I’m Albion. Who are you?”

Ambrose Betamax is completely unconscous. this is kind of like the elevator except he was trapped in his own head.

Ambrose Betamax foams at the mouth a little bit.
AJ B. (GM): “I’m Leah, and at the moment I’m also very confused, How does someone like Betamax end up with a talking lizard traveling along, and also how long am I going to have to carry him?”
Ambrose Betamax: (you broke ambrose :P)

Albion says rather loudly, “I’m not a lizard, I’m a dragon, thank you!” Then looks over to Ambrose. “I think he may just be taking advantage of you. That effect doesn’t knock people unconscious, it just allows me to give them commands. Like post-hypnotic suggestion.”
Ambrose Betamax: (I’m just roleplaying it as I imagine ambrose would respont to brain stuff like that)
(But he’s really out I think)
AJ B. (GM): “Hmm, lets test that then.” She drops Ambrose and watches to see if he catches himself. Then looks up, “Wait,” her voice lowers drastically and she hisses “Dragon?”
Albion: ((There’s no mechanics that say he would be, so that’s entirely up to you or GM-ruling on deer-B biology :P))
AJ B. (GM): (entirely up to Blind on how his char would respond to this.)

Albion doesn’t lower her voice at all. “Obviously!” And even shows herself off a bit!
AJ B. (GM): Leah growls “Quit That, and don’t repeat that word where someone might hear. Do you know where you Are?!”
Albion: ((Gimme a second. Skill-roll time.))
rolling 1d100< 50
= 0 Successes
((I guess I don’t know if Dragons have ancestral claim to Australia or not from Magical Creatures Lore.))

Albion tries general Pre-Rifts knowledge instead, then
Albion: rolling 1d100< 61
= 1 Successes

Ambrose Betamax ‘s camo fur shuts down since he’s unconscous, revealing that his natural color is a blank white.
Albion: ((So, do Dragons have ancestral claim to Australia?))
((Or would that skill tell me anything in that way anyway?))
AJ B. (GM): Leah looks down at the now white deer, and then up at the dragon then farther up at the sky and mutters “Fuck you too” before picking Ambrose up and saying to Albion, “Follow me” and walking into a nearby alley. (Also no they do not, myths mention them but pre rifts knowledge discounts this as likely inspired by various creatures that are obviously not dragons.)
Ambrose Betamax: (the party doesnt even know I’m albino, normal sleep leaves the camo fur working I think?)
AJ B. (GM): (yep at least thats how I’ve been treating the basic on it)

Albion flies off after Leah, for lack of anything else worth doing. “Why does where I am matter? They should be so lucky as to witness a dragon, especially one as fine as myself!” THERE’S that draconic ego.

Ambrose Betamax would probably think that was incredibly cute if he were awake right now

Ceukeausraa Krem did more than Melo did.

Melo might be killing a giant Wombat right about now.

Ceukeausraa Krem was using SD knives, too.

Vault was doing the killing, technically.
AJ B. (GM): Leah groans and facepalms. “Exactly how many laser blasts can you survive, and how many enemies do you think you can kill before they overwhelm you? If the answer is anything less then The entire population of this city Stop saying the D word” she says through gritted teeth.

Ambrose Betamax somehow manages to look even more innocent while totally conked out

Albion tilts her head to the side.“Enemies? Why would saying what I am create enemies? That doesn’t make any sense.”
AJ B. (GM): Leah in her frustration kicks the deer bee at her feet and growls “wake up” before looking at the dragon. “No it doesn’t racism isn’t exactly a sensible thing but it exists, though in your case its different. Humans don’t like non humans for the most part, the why’s and hows arent important. What is important is these humans who live in This city, REALLY HATE Magic.”

Ambrose Betamax wakes up slowly – ish. “brmfargle-wha?”

Ambrose Betamax see’s himself and his eyes get really wide. he re-turns himself normal feni color. “uhm….”

Albion just laughs. “Then it’s handy that I don’t know any spells, yet?” She’s a creature of pure magic, true enough. She’s also a creature of pure psionics. And a creature of pure quantifiable elements. They’re all the same to her.
AJ B. (GM): She looks down, “Oh good, you’re waking up, now then as soon as you can stand we can Run, not walk, to the jewellry store while you try and explain to your new friend why letting people know what she is might end with her head mounted on some Admins wall. Then if you’re still determined to we can discuss my current course of employment.”

Ambrose Betamax looks a bit shellshocked. “what? Oh. ok….” He seems very embarrassed, kind of like a gay teenager coming out of the closet to his Priest and nun parents.
Albion: ((…No anti-gay priests or nuns can get married or have sex.))
Ambrose Betamax: (Adopted then, but you get the point about how he looks)
“….don’t tell anyone about my fur.”
AJ B. (GM): She starts running towards the jewelry store. She chuckles “Alright, I won’t,” As she is running you hear her mutter “Betamax are so weird.”

Albion locks her eyes, which are rather like the egg she came out of onto Leah. “I honestly don’t understand what you’re talking about. You’re making no sense.”

Ambrose Betamax follows, making sure his cat(and Albion if he wants to be) are securei n his antlers.

Albion flies right behind the deer-Bs, though she maintains a leisurely pave.
Cackle H.: ((Also, pace.))
AJ B. (GM): As you reach the jewellry store a tall slender man in a tuxedo says “Ahh Leah back for the usual? and in red today no less. Very good, I’ll see what we have.” He then becomes absorbed in pulling out necklaces and holding them up as he looks towards Leah. She then turns to Albion “Yes I know it makes no sense, but look if they find out what you are someones going to try and kill you. Thankfully we can talk freely here, Francis gets rather absorbed in his work.”

Ambrose Betamax is unaware of whats going on, so he just watches.
Cackle H.: ((One sec, post-RIFTS knowledge roll. Once again draconic history.))
rolling 1d100< 55
= 1 Successes
((Just gimme a little swathe of history relevant to this conversation.))
AJ B. (GM): (Basics, Melbourne and Perth took the CS’s view towards magic but not towards D-bees, dragon eggs if found are smashed, dragons are killed with whatever force can be levied against them on the sole basis of “they are magic” most decided Australia wasn’t worth much to them anyways between a people who hated them and peoples who just saw them as “another magical creature” and a bunch of unintelligent animals on a small island. Wasn’t worth resources so they generally packed up and left. Its been a good amount of time since a dragon has been seen openly here.)

Cackle H. falls down, and alights gently upon a jewelry display case or something. “Why? I haven’t done anything. Not even my race has done anything. Hell, even Magic hasn’t done anything to them.”

Albion did that. Not Cackle.
AJ B. (GM): “Yeah and non humans just got hucked here at random but we still get hated, life sucks kid, you can fight it, you can run for it, or you can bail out of it.” She then turns to Ambrose “While we’re waiting on whatever insane shiney bauble goes with this dress, do you really think that thing you told me about can make what I need?”
Ambrose Betamax: “Probably…It can make any food item we can think of, anyways…”

Albion rolls lithe, far-from-filled-out shoulders. “You forgot a third option.” It doesn’t elucidate on the topic, however.
Albion: ((Fourth*))

Ambrose Betamax doesnt understand what Albion means.

Albion doesn’t even know you speak Faerie anyway.
AJ B. (GM): “Well that’s something I suppose, but theres still the matter of finding enough money, a specialist, and everything else to go full augment. A normal juicer procedure ranges from 65 to 100 grand, and thats assuming a human getting a standard juicing. What do you think its going to cost if I ever find someone who can make what I need?”

Albion actually turns to Ambrose. “Nǎlǐ shì qítā rén?((哪里是其他人?Where is the other person?))”
AJ B. (GM): She looks at the dragon curious for a moment but ignores her curiosity for the moment.

Ambrose Betamax replies that he doesn’t know.
AJ B. (GM): (I think it may be time to call it guys, its getting late and this bit isn’t going to wrap up soon I don’t think.)
Ambrose Betamax: (okies, that works out cause I was about to ask about that and didnt want to after taking the nap :P)

Albion looks a bit forlorn. “Wǒ hái yǐwéi nǐ yǔ tā gòngshì. ((我还以为你与他共事。))”
Melo: (That works for me. Tonight was a blast.)
Zea: Tonight was a lot of fun. Thank you again for hosting.
AJ B. (GM): 500 xp each for tonight all. been a hell of a lot of fun.
Ambrose Betamax: thanks ^^
gnight allllll

Chapter 7 A Deer and his Dear

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