Chapter 9 Weredeer Wine that Whines

Ambrose Betamax: (yeah ^)
Melo: (Yep)
Ambrose Betamax: nuthin against krem dude, but I think albions gonna be a much more fun character to play with ^

Zea: Well, Krem was a murdiously violent Crazy with questionable morals.
Ambrose Betamax: Oh I dont think they were in question :P
Cackle H.: Hey. She was damn good at keeping her craziness hidden.
Zea: ok, lowercase C.
Cackle H.: Which you ALSO didn’t pick up on until I told you :P
Zea: Honestly, I figured it was something other then crazy in some other sourcebook I was unaware of.
AJ B. (GM): Exp for tonight stands at base 400 each. an extra 60 for Ambrose and Albion for their amusing if strange desire to mark their territory. 40 to Ambrose for putting his life on the line for Leah even if unknowingly. 50 to Melo for keeping his cool in the face of insanity. and 90 for Albion for his insistance on following Dragon culture.
Cackle H.: That’s going to get her killed real fast :P
AJ B. (GM): A quick note, I’ve added our interviewee to the group, he had already scheduled something for this week but will likely be here next week.
Zea: I will endevor to be here next week.
I have a thing six hours away on Friday, and want to say hi to my Dad on Saturday, who is also six hours away.
It shouldn’t be that big of an issue though.
Ambrose Betamax: ^
Cackle H.: Whoo! 951 TNL
Zea: Ha. Makes two of us.
Ambrose Betamax: ? :O
Zea: exp to next level
Cackle H.: Is it sad that Albion actually probably would be dead already if it weren’t for Ambrose? That’s probably sad.
Ambrose Betamax: lol I havent actually done any levelling yet :P
YAy ambrose is a heroooo
I have the points I just dunno how to do it in rifts :P
Zea: Your skills all went up by a few percent. And yep, there’s a reason that Melo said the deer-bee was the dragon’s guardian.
Ambrose Betamax: wow that soudns dramatic
I’ma adding “Dragon guardian” to his list of titles
Zea: THAT is a bad idea.
Cackle H.: It’s okay, Albion thinks ‘guardian’ means ‘slut/mercenary’.
Ambrose Betamax: lol
nuuuuuu
I wonder if albion is aware of how totally awesome ambrose is at guarding dragons :P
AJ B. (GM): (alright, so everyone here and ready to get going?)
Zea: (I’m fairly ready. Unfocused but ready)
Ambrose Betamax: ^

ready and TOTALLY even less focused than flynt :P
AJ B. (GM): (oh good, then no one will notice if I take some kind of loopy causing cold meds and they kick in midgame lol)
Ambrose Betamax: lol
Zea: (Tacos)
AJ B. (GM): (Alright, Cackle your net working enough that you are here?)
Albion: ((As much as it has been for the last several weeks.))
((110 KBPS downspeed.))
AJ B. (GM): (Alrighty then, We left off with Krem having ridden off into the sunrise for whatever someone of her caliber might be doing, and the rest of you gathered around together in front of the apartment watching her fly off.)

Ambrose Betamax lets a single tear fall from his eye.

Melo heads back into the apartment with a sigh of his own. He lacks tear ducts now, so those aren’t much of a problem. As for what to do now? Well, he does need to replace that door.. and the second one.. And put the bedroom door back. And clean up and pack what little they had.

Ambrose Betamax heads inside as well, wondering what he’s going to do now that he’s finished marking territory with albion.
AJ B. (GM): (ok apparently grocery shopping is an earlier thing, in about 20 minutes Im headed out for that)
Ambrose Betamax: (ok)
Melo: (Ok, so late game then?)
Ambrose Betamax: (Thats fine :P)
AJ B. (GM): (yeah, better to get a bit of a late start I think then break after that little bit)
Ambrose Betamax: (is watching cuttthroat kitchen :P)
AJ B. (GM): (awesome, just finished season 1 now that its finally on netflix)
Ambrose Betamax: that how I’m watchign it. I’m only on episode 2 tho :P
AJ B. (GM): back but a bit worse for wear.
Zea: Would we be better off skipping this week?
Or do we just want a late start?
Ambrose Betamax: (whichever you prefer AJ ^)
AJ B. (GM): hate going shopping during the day. and sorry to say I probably need to skip today. Apologies on that guys just not up to running it.
Ambrose Betamax: thats fine duuude
Zea: It happens.
I’m still recovering from my road trip.
Ambrose Betamax: We can always play video games and art :P
Zea: So my brain is all awash with space ships and the drone of my car’s engine.
Ambrose Betamax: I love spaceships!
Jacob R.: I’m here I’m a deer and everyone is attracted to me yay
AJ B. (GM): awesome.
Zea: English Muffins’re great.
AJ B. (GM): alright, we ready to play?
Zea: I think so.
Jacob R.: ^

AJ B. (GM): (Alrighty then, as we skipped last week no need for a recap. So going to time skip a bit, you guys have finished repairs on the apartment, given notice to the renter if you wish and are able to head out to the new place or go wherever it is you wish to)
Jacob R.: (oki ^^)

Melo without a doubt would have given notice to the landlord. AFTER making Ambrose explain why the yard smells like deer piss. O’corse, following that, what little gear they had with them would be brought out to the new place. And the first thing would be to check for bugs. Its not that he doesn’t trust the mob, but he doesn’t trust the mob. Just what did they end up with, for that matter?
Jacob R.: (speaking of which, how do we explain albions dissappearance? She was my pet dragon ;o;)
Melo: (We woke up and she wasn’t there one day)
AJ B. (GM): (Wasn’t planning to have her disappear yet, was either going to npc her for a while or find a time when she bails out. Your guyses call which you’d prefer)
Melo: (NPC’ing would be good)
Jacob R.: (aaw. My quest reward nuuuu)
AJ B. (GM): (figure it gives a solid third player until Red can join us, then can work from there on what you guys want to do.)
As you approach the “house” you realize Cockatrice may be prone to understatement. It is about 3 acres of land with what has to be at minimum a 6 bedroom house sitting pressed against the wall, a ways off sits a hangar simple but well kept. It is easily big enough to be storing three jets in. The yard beyond that is a lush green and surprisingly well kept.

Jacob R. gapes a little and thinks about how much he’s gonna have to drink to mark this territory.

Melo is, to say the least, impressed. A key in the door, a mental note to change the locks to something less… Primitive then a simple tumbler style lock, and a simple call out, “Anyone home?” After all, its meant to be a safe house, never know who’s going to be crashing at one.
AJ B. (GM): As you open the door you see that the inside is as opulent as the outside. A large entry hallway with marble tile and a pair of statues of a female devil and a male angel facing each other on either side of the door, an oak table. Farther in you can see an extremely thick carpet, and can hear your voice echo when you call out. After a couple minutes you are certain that you are alone here.

Albion looks around and in dragonese “This place is much better then the last one.”
Jacob R.: “echo!”

Melo whistles upon looking around, “Wux shilta yenta batobot tenamalo. uoinota di vi bet ekess majak nomeno goawy svern.” was offered back to the dragon. And then a shrug. Off to find the master bedroom he’d go, as well as check out the other rooms, and the panic room if it had one.. And the general layout.
AJ B. (GM): The house returns with “Echo! echo! echo.”

Jacob R. starts running around and generally having loads of fun.
AJ B. (GM): There are 3 rooms that could be a Master Bedroom, though the one that overlooks the side with the Hangar is likely the one that was originally it. There are 8 bedrooms all told. two seperate kitchens, and a few random rooms, as well as what appears to be a decently stocked library. The basement is separated into three sections. The Wine Cellar, and two rooms that make up an “interrogation suite”
Jacob R.: (Hmm ok so what would be a good way to advance the story that ambrose could do?)
AJ B. (GM): (well currently one of your following has no idea where you guys have moved to)
Jacob R.: (oh dear. I’d better tell leah then.)

Melo likely would take up that one overlooking the hanger; partly to make sure no one else would be keeping an eye on what he’s doing in the hanger light at night. Just the same, gear would be set in his room, and locks would be checked on other rooms, preferably one right near to his to set up as an armory. And the hanger… Yep, he needs to go check that out.

Jacob R. decides to try to contact leah.
Ambrose Betamax: (whoops)
AJ B. (GM): (Well having seen her trailer you know she doesnt have any radio or other tech useful for getting in touch so your options consist of going to her place, or leaving a note somewhere you think she’ll get it.)
Melo: (Totally ok with you taking the lead on that if you want. I’m happy to nose about our new gig)
Ambrose Betamax: (I guess to her place I shall go ^^)
AJ B. (GM): (Melo, every door has a lock although solidly made doors they aren’t going to withstand megadamage or really even a high caliber normal bullet)
As you arrive at her place you hear a pair of female voices drifting out of the trailer. Albion in his usual spot in your antlers. Although you can’t clearly hear what is being said as you approach you do manage to make out the word “Betamax”

Ambrose Betamax knocks on the door and pretends not to have heard people talking about him behind his back. yay politeness!
AJ B. (GM): Leah opens the door and you see the bartender sitting in a chair behind her. She smiles and says “Well speak of the devil. Come on in Betamax. Want a drink?”
(Hi Jena)

Ambrose Betamax perks up. Yay familiar friendly people!
Melo: (Yay hai)
Jena C.: (Hello hello!)

Ambrose Betamax says sure! Hi Nice bartender lady!
Ambrose Betamax: (hiii red ^^)

Melo Simply wanders around the compound they’ve acquired, getting use to the layout of the place before checking out the hangar, just to be on the safe side. After all, he should make sure there aren’t any projects he needs to turn in before bringing his truck over.
AJ B. (GM): The bartender waves at Ambrose with her top left arm. Her bottom right is in a sling and she smiles. “You can call me Pink cutie, most people do.” Leah rolls her eyes at the bartender, “Why don’t you ever introduce yourself with your real name?”
(From AJ B. (GM)): there is a single project in the works on a table in there. The hangar is a fully stocked chop shop and then some.

Ambrose Betamax explains the current situation to leah. No more scary anti-juicer lady AND a big fancy house yay!
AJ B. (GM): Leah’s fur shimmers as a single blue stripe rolls from the top of her head down her body before disappearing. “How the hell did you lot end up with That house?” she seems to be in shock. Pink chuckles behind her, and asks “What’ll you be drinking today?” as she shifts to the kitchen.
(To GM): He was told not to mess with, but he wasn’t told he couldn’t look. Yep, he’d have to take a look at just what it was, because curiosity was always a weakness. He’s a PC, after all.
(From AJ B. (GM)): do you have demolitions skill?
(To GM): Nope. Just every other weapons related skill.
(From AJ B. (GM)): then the extent of your knowledge ends at, someone is building a bomb
(From AJ B. (GM)): (I am assuming that knowledge would be somewhere in basic military to be able to identify that)
(To GM): *Is quite happy with this basic understanding. And with everything that he uses that explodes, such as bullets, that’d be good enough to know not to fuck with it. And then back to inspecting the rest of the hanger, to check for standard things; once again, a safe room or good type of armory, extra parts, an assessment of the tools he’ll have access to.
Ambrose Betamax: “uh…do you have anything with silly names?”
(ambrose only drinks beverage with silly names.)
(From AJ B. (GM)): the hangar itself does seem to be MD material and there is a bank of lockers in the back. Three of them are locked but the other 9 are open. The tools range pretty far, it appears this was both kinds of chop shop, vehicles and people. There are two piles of spare parts, one on each side of the locker, though the pile on the right is considerably smaller. (detailed list will likely have to wait)
(To GM): (That works great for me.)
AJ B. (GM): Pink grins. “Well she is a bit short on ingredients but it does look like I could throw together a Xanadu Skid, or a Greased Lightning.”
Ambrose Betamax: “either sounds great!”
AJ B. (GM): “Xanadu skid it is.” She starts mixing the drink as Leah sits down on the couch and asks “Alright, so seriously how did you talk her into handing over that house? I’ve seen her shoot people for looking at it too long.”

Ambrose Betamax is actually not really sure how that worked out.
AJ B. (GM): (up to you guys on if Melo explained or if you just want to go with not knowing)

Melo didn’t!
Ambrose Betamax: “I have no idea! But it has like 8 bedrooms and and probably a jacuzzi and a roof and everything!”
AJ B. (GM): Pink brings over your drink, it is the same electric pink she is except there is a black horizontal stripe in the center and looks at Leah “Is lack of a roof a common issue with housing among your people.” Leah shrugs “Nomadic, roof usually meant some leaves tied together or a forest canopy.” Leah then turns to Ambrose, “Well it does sound like a nice place. Assuming your compatriots have no issues with me I wouldn’t mind getting to sleep in there at least once.”
Ambrose Betamax: "sure! (internal yay from Ambrose)
(From AJ B. (GM)): where is Vault in all this btw?
Jena C.: (Betamax sounds like an old tape player or something, kind retro!)
Ambrose Betamax: (that what he’s named for :P)
AJ B. (GM): (his tribe worships one)
(or something)
Ambrose Betamax: (its a fun character :P)
(To GM): likely scanning the grounds and setting up his configurations for property permititer for guard duty and the like.
Jena C.: (lmao ah I see)
Ambrose Betamax: (he enjoys marking his territory and long walks on the beach.)
AJ B. (GM): After drinks and chatting for a while Pink helps Leah pack up what she needs and gives each of you a hug. “Now don’t be strangers, you come into the bar any time. Oh and cutie, I’ve got something for you to give to that stud you hang around.”
Ambrose Betamax: “Oh? i’m cute?” (this is most of what ambrose got from that.)
AJ B. (GM): She chuckles, “yes you are” and gives you a quick slap on the ass. “Thats for your friend though.” Leah lets out a low growl and whispers. “Was one arm not enough?”

Ambrose Betamax blushes a bit. “oh. I’ll give him the message :3”
AJ B. (GM): It is a relatively uneventful trip back. When you arrive Leah is shocked and immediately runs towards the open yard dropping her stuff and falling backwards into the grass.

Ambrose Betamax watches :O

Melo is still just getting the layout of the place, albet far slower than Vault. Out of the giant garage he’d be seen wandering as the pair of deer make their way onto the walled (?) property. He couldn’t help but smile though at the simple display of joy at seeing real grass. A wave, and soon enough he’d start making his way on over.
AJ B. (GM): She just seems to be rolling around enjoying the feeling of grass. She even lets out a brief shout of joy. (fenced not walled, heavy iron bars but gaps wide enough to show it off.)
Albion hops down off Ambrose’s head and heads into the grass, mimicing Leah’s rolling around briefly before getting up shrugging and saying “si tir ti itrewic coi”
(btw Red you may end up wanting this link at times, http://draconic.twilightrealm.com/)
Jena C.: oh for the language?)
Melo: (Yeah. We’re nerds. We actually use different languages and various translators for them)

Ambrose Betamax laughs at albion. "It’s a woodland creature thing. feels like home!
AJ B. (GM): (yep, at least when we’re up for it, at times I’ll just tag it with the language, but for the most part it adds something to the game)
Jena C.: (saved em)
AJ B. (GM): Albion looks at Ambrose and a light of understanding flashes through his eyes. “kwi! hefoc austratir”
Ambrose Betamax: “yeah!”
Melo: “So, guessing you’ve let slip where we’ll be staying, eh?” A light smile offered to the deer-bees. “You’re welcome to visit, just make sure he doesn’t wreck the place?” A jerk of his chin given at Ambrose. “And as for you two..” And to the male and dragon, “No marking your territory. See those fences?” He’d point, “That marks it. No need for scent marks, or killing the grass.”
Ambrose Betamax: “…..oh. aaw. ok.” (sulks a little.)
AJ B. (GM): Albion looks at Melo “shar svabol poboni batobot lae hesini?” Leah grins, “and exactly when do I get granted the super powers required for that task?”
Melo: “coi ui partly vi munthrek custom. wer ssifisv ui batobot ir zklaen qe sart ekess itrewic erekess wer xhud. plus yth geou tepoha Vault ekess shivi wer thaczil.” A nod given at Ambrose.
Ambrose Betamax: (redye, how you liking the game?)

Ambrose Betamax still doesnt really get the fence. couldnt he just jump over it?
Albion: ""can si sone wer sart youwei batobot confn erekess wer xhud?""

Melo laughs, “Yep! Ornla kashor coi sjek wux ornla, gewjtokvi!”
Ambrose Betamax: (also oh my god I’m starting to love the chair massager thing I got.)

Albion gives a very Dragonny grin at that exposing all of his teeth and flies up doing a quick loop.
Leah Razortongue: (awesome on the massager) looks over at Melo “So whats in the hangar anyhow?”

Melo humms? “Well, at the moment, nothing of interest. Some good parking space, and room for me to get my hands dirty though. Need to get my hands on an old junker for the sake of having something to work on if they don’t give me something to keep me busy up there.” A vague wave given at the down town area, how ever many miles away it is. “Should honestly be checking my truck out of the yard and bringing it here, just to make sure it doesn’t up and vanish.”
Ambrose Betamax: “ooh can you make us that tandem bicycle of doom?”

Melo laughs. “Yeah. Sure. You buy me the parts and I’ll make it for you, no problems.”
Leah Razortongue: “Tandem bicycle of Doom?”
Melo: “Yeah…” There was that clear, drawn out moment of exasperation in his tone, “He wanted to trade my truck to the War Ministry for a bicycle with a machine gun on it.”
Ambrose Betamax: “and a seat for a dragon.”
“….and a kitten.”
“….and antler warmers.”
Leah Razortongue looks at the deer man like she cant decide is he’d be safer in a padded room or a cell. “Alright then, that should be….interesting”
Ambrose Betamax: “…and a hot-tub.”

Melo just sighs at that last comment, before moving on. “You should make sure your dragon doesn’t eat your kitten.”

AJ B. (GM) wonders how long until we get to benders line of “forget the bicycle”
Ambrose Betamax: “and it’d be pretty heavy at that point, so maybe an engine. and uh. You know what, just make me an armored RV.”
AJ B. (GM): (with a built in driver?)
Ambrose Betamax: “ooh! cool, yes, we could put Vaults brain in it and he could drive and and…”
“And WINGS!”

Ambrose Betamax starts looking for some paper and a pencil so he can draw plans.

Melo would blink, and he did! But no one got to see it. Sure, his eyes’re programed to cut the visual input, but it doesn’t have an external effect. “…Ambrose, we are not removing my walking death machine’s brain and implanting it into a Winabego for you.”
Vault: Commander there are two transmissions for you. One in Binary and one in American.
Ambrose Betamax: “but he never deaths anything anyways! all he does is record messages for you.”
“at least let me ride around on his shoulders.”
Vault: Incorrect, recently this unit ended the life of a rather large Wombat.

Melo turns at the Robot’s comments, nodding. “Acknowledged. Private transmission on binary, translate please. Future directive, priority one on binary transmissions.” And already he’s walking towards the house.
Ambrose Betamax: “I could have tamed a giant wombat….”
(From Vault): “Request for assistance to M-quarter was rejected. New directive was added that all non-humans are to be flagged as repeat offenders and killed for any legal infraction. Please Help.”

Melo without a doubt, looks troubled as he made his way into the house, to find himself a terminal. “Relay American messa—” Close went the door.
(To GM): “message. Private Coms.” would finish that statement, once the robot was inside, presumably.

Vault follows the commander as per his programming.

Ambrose Betamax eyes vault as he goes, imagining him with a saddle.
(From Vault): “Sir, although we met the other day under less then ideal circumstances, I can not stress enough the benefit that APC would be to Melbourne, I took the liberty of checking our records. There are three other APCs currently in storage should a straight exchange be acceptable.”
Leah Razortongue: “So Betamax, where do your morals stand in regards to lightening the pockets of those too wealthy to appreciate it?”
(To GM): Once at a terminal, (The house had one, presumably?), he’d settle in to typing a reply in binary. “Override directive on grounds of potential riot and harm to the city? Directive may result directly in loss of human life; Does programing permit such conflicting directives to be countermanded?” Yep, he was a bit frantic and unsure of just how to address the issue. “How may assistance be rendered?”

Ambrose Betamax indicates that in his quest he has lightened many pockets anyways.
(From AJ B. (GM)): “Directive may only be overwritten by four or more Administrative directives entered simultaneously. Please, I dont want to kill anymore, end me. If you can’t then at least shut down the turrets in the M-quarter.”
Leah Razortongue: “Ahh, good then. So how would you feel about helping me lighten Dr. P’s financial burdens a week from now?”
Ambrose Betamax: “…the one who was gonna be all horrible! Sure!”
Leah Razortongue nods “Good, we’ll have to find you a good disguise to get you in but from there it should be relatively easy.”
Ambrose Betamax: “ooh I’m great at disquise! I have disguise powers!”
“ooh and bartender lady wanted me to be her and hang out in melo’s bed when he wakes up to freak im out. I need to do that still…”
Leah Razortongue looks at you. “Wow, lady luck smiled on you when you were born didn’t she?”
Ambrose Betamax: “wooOOoOoooo ectoplasm!”
(To GM): Once more, that message would be sent back, “Request to disable turrets acceptable; sentient beings in the city depend on your presence, your loss could result in loss of all life in the city. Your sacrifice is appreciated at the very least. Requesting access codes, as well as appropriate paperwork to perform maintenance on turrets. Requesting duplicate identity credentials to ensure more than a single technician is listed as performing maintenance to limit suspicion if you are willing to partake in further record falsification to ensure I am still able to assist going forward, acceptable if unwilling. Acceptable to alter power levels of some turrets to non-lethal outputs to minimize suspicion if not all can be disabled during maintenance?”

Ambrose Betamax acts ghosty.
(From AJ B. (GM)): “All documentation and modifications made as per request. If tracked will be assumed to be increase in the ‘glitchiness’ of myself. Turret repairs given a three day window.”
Leah Razortongue laughs at Ambrose’s ghost imitation.
(To GM): Would eventually respond to that second message, from the military man. “[Name here], I agree that our meeting was under far less than idea circumstances. I’ll take the exchange into consideration, though I’ll need to inspect them myself. For now, I’ll be keeping in touch. As mentioned, my services and that of my APC are still available to be put on retainer at the time of the city’s needs.”

Melo eventually, would make his way out of the house, “Ok you two, try and be careful and don’t mess the place up.” And up he’d call, “batobot gethrisjic ihk wux, kiri! tir ti wreck svern wer goawy, would’ja? vur xoal ekess nakta dout sargt ekik di trouble?” Then a nod. “I’ll be back in a while, gonna get the truck and then have some running around to do. Vault’ll be here if you need to get in touch with me.”
AJ B. (GM): (ok I hate to do this since its been happening way to often, but apparently adjusting to my work schedule is fucking with me pretty hard. I may have to crash out soon. Going to try and stay up and continue, but just a heads up on that.)
Melo: (No problems! We can start earlier in the day if that’ll help, maybe? Blind, Red? What time works for you?)
Ambrose Betamax: (ok dude! it’s fine if you need to stop!)
(I can always make art and play video games :P)
AJ B. (GM): (honestly dont think earlier in the day will help, lately its just a not sleeping period thing. So no need to shift time yet)
Ambrose Betamax: (well, until everything works out we can do shorter sessions?)
AJ B. (GM): (yeah hoping this will right itself in a week or so, think I do need to call it for today actually, once again sorry about how often this is happening.)
Melo: (It happens! Its no problem.)
Ambrose Betamax: (it’s life! besides, I dont think the game would be fun if we didnt think you were having fun too)
AJ B. (GM): (thankfully I think it will remain fun a long time, just need to make my body stop being a dick, which is probably going to involve sleep meds or something, blech.)
Melo: (For sure. This just as much should be fun for you as anything)
AJ B. (GM): 300 xp each for the session today though, and thanks guys appreciate the understanding.
Zea: No problems, and thank you.
Ambrose Betamax: thanks for playing with us :D
AJ B. (GM): Alright, so we’re all here and ready to play yeah?
Zea: (Yep! Well, in just a moment, but yep! Drink)
Jacob R.: (was red dye gonna join?)
AJ B. (GM): (this is her turn in date for her portfolio I think)
(so joining next week, at least from what I understood of what was going on)
Zea: (Yep, think so.)
AJ B. (GM): (Alright, recap time) Last game you guys moved into your new digs, got the lay of the place, brought Leah over, the supercomputer asked for help. (I miss anything?)
Jacob R.: (was I not there for supercomputer?)
AJ B. (GM): (nah, Im recapping events that occurred in whisper now as well, just to make sure I dont forget things.)
Zea: (I think so)

Melo had just left the house to go fetch the APC from what he remembers.
AJ B. (GM): (ahh thats what I forgot) also Leah is planning a heist with the help of Ambrose in a week.
there recap over.
Jacob R.: lol

Melo also is quite unaware of heist planning.

Jacob R. hopes he gets to be the distraction. he’s good at distracting.
AJ B. (GM): As you are about to leave, Vault speaks up. “Commander, I do believe it may be prudent to go check on the wine.”
Jacob R.: (he mostly runs around and yells look at me I’m a distraction"
AJ B. (GM): (Which admittedly is highly effective as it weirdly doesnt cause everyone to look in every other direction)
Ambrose Betamax: (he also makes airplane noises.)

Melo humms? “True. Don’t like drinking and driving, but these days..” He’s just a smidge unfocused after all, already trying to figure out just what he’ll need to do to make things work. Back into the house, mentally going over his kit.. Two small fire arms, and then whatever basic tools he could find / had on hand in a tool box.

Ambrose Betamax is uh…I guess hanging out with leah in the yard still?
AJ B. (GM): Leah looks up at the mention of wine. “Wait, we’re allowed access to her stock while we’re here?”

Melo calls out, “Single bottle she wanted me to try. Rest of it I’ll ask about.”
AJ B. (GM): Leah looks at Ambrose then at Melo. “Ok if she reccommended it we all have to try it.” Leah gets up and starts heading towards the house.
Ambrose Betamax: “I hope its a salty naval.”

Melo would likely be the first into the wine cellar, checking the bottles casually, muttering names under his breath, various visual scans taking place. Oh, sure, a good bit of it was just force of habit, because when you can see in a few extra spectrums, why not? Easier to spot cracks, hot or cold spots, air currents, all that fun stuff that really, in all practicality, would be moot in a wine cellar. Several minutes of searching, however, would find the suggested bottle, hopefully.

Ambrose Betamax tries to look like someone who knows about wine to impress leah. lots of hmmm-ing and very good year-ing
AJ B. (GM): As you all head down into the wine cellar you find it to be a huge area with at least 60 racks creating aisles in the place . Melo, you find the bottle as you get to one along a wall you find the bottle you have been looking for.
It’s label is odd, aside from the name, on the picture it shows a man with a knife at his side in his right hand, and his left wrist raised over a chalice.
Ambrose Betamax: (spooooky)
(From AJ B. (GM)): It does seem to be tightly stuck in its slot and doesn’t seem to pull out with a normal amount of force.

Melo eyes that label some, making quiet notes to himself, and just as much questioning the wisdom of drinking such an item. Ambrose is so hard to trust with anything secretive in nature… A moment of hesitation, and then a shrug and some light work followed to try and remove the bottle from the rack, before he’d pause again.
Ambrose Betamax: (hell if you dont drink it ambrose will :P)
AJ B. (GM): After a bit of twisting you hear a the tiniest click, before the bottle and the entire rack begins sliding to the left, as bottles pass by you and a well lit passageway opens up, a map carved into the wall to the side. Leah looks over at the moving wall and racks “Damn it, the wine is escaping.” The rack appears to be sliding into a previously unseen gap in the corner.
Ambrose Betamax: (oooooh secret stuff! thats the best kind of wine.)

Melo would take a step back to let the rack move, glancing for tracks. “Not a word about this to the outside world. Understood?” His attention leveled at Ambrose with the statement. “Its not to come up in casual conversation, its not to be hinted it, its not to be outright told to someone that it exists. Its meant to be kept secret.” Yep, he’s gotta cover his bases. And then his attention would turn to the map, “Find yourselves a bottle you might enjoy, and I’ll make sure its paid for.” Yep, he wasn’t going to tell them that as far as he understood, the wine came with the place. Drunk deerbees could be frightening.

Ambrose Betamax is soooooo curuious! there could be anything abck there! EVEN MORE WINE
AJ B. (GM): Leah shrugs and looks at Ambrose, raising her eyebrows at him and tilting her head just slightly.
Melo, the map appears to be of an intricate underground tunnel system, unfortunately it has no key and the symbols on it are not any that are commonly known or easily recognizable.
Ambrose Betamax: (I’m assuming I dont recognize anything on it either?)
Melo: (I don’t think you know how to read. nod)
Ambrose Betamax: “my what wonderfull….secret abstract art.”
AJ B. (GM): (unless one of you has the cryptography skill nope)

Melo doesn’t, unfortunately, and is finding himself torn between idle curiosity combined with the deer’s own curiosity, and a life or death situation. Ok, maybe it really comes down to two life of death situations, but one of them is an unknown. “Right. So. Likely need to explore this place at some point, but its a safe bet that these’ll still be here in a few days.”
AJ B. (GM): Leah looks over at Melo “Must be some errands if they take priority over a secret back door into your home.”

Melo nods. “Yeah, they are.” And he’d leave it at that. “Like I said, we’ll explore it soon. For now, enjoy a bottle on me, and try not to wreck up the place?” With that, he’d check for the closing mechanism for that wine rack door, starting with that bottle of wine within the rack itself.. And he’s just as much amused by Ambrose’s eagerness to explore an underground cave system, when they had to tazer him to get him into the last one.
AJ B. (GM): That bottle itself is at the edge of the wall, but it does twist and close the door back up.
Leah looks at Ambrose, “Well, since you seem to know your wines, what do you reccomend we put on the good sirs tab?”

Ambrose Betamax suddenly has a problem :P
Ambrose Betamax: “Oh, I don’t know anything about wine, I was just trying to look impressive at you ;o;”
AJ B. (GM): She shrugs, “Then I suggest we find the most bizzarre unpronouncable thing with the fanciest label possible.”

Melo once more would head out, to go fetch a few things, leaving the robot behind to guard the house and try to keep the deer-bees safe.
Ambrose Betamax: “ok!”
(From AJ B. (GM)): going to give Vault any particular directives beyond, protect?
(To GM): Standard guard duty and report in as needed. Non-lethal deterrents favored as always, lethal force authorized for self preservation only. And keep the deers out of the hangar.
(From AJ B. (GM)): kk
AJ B. (GM): After Melo heads out Leah looks over at Ambrose, “Do you know which bottle opened it?”
Ambrose Betamax: (I assume I saw that?)
AJ B. (GM): (yep, or at least close enough that itd only take you a little while to figure out which.)
Melo, take it you’re heading over to grab your APC?

Melo is, yep. APC and the bike.
AJ B. (GM): As you approach the gate guards stop you and ask that you wait at the entrance for a few minutes.

Melo waits, and hopes that his truck hasn’t been stripped clean, or worse, been given a tracking device.

Ambrose Betamax tells leah he knows or at least can find it.
AJ B. (GM): After about twenty minutes someone you recognize walks up to the gate. That rather persistant guy who has been trying to buy or trade for that APC. “Hello, good to see you here. Very glad I caught you before you headed out.”
Leah looks at Ambrose. “So do you want to see whats in there as much as I do?”
Ambrose Betamax: “…….yes.”
(lol sorry zea)
Melo: (Haha. Its to be expected! Don’t die~)
AJ B. (GM): “Good, then we go explore, we’ll take the deathbot with us, and if he asks we were doing as instructed. He said to find a good bottle of wine and I’d certainly keep my best one in some hidden vault.”
Ambrose Betamax: “yay!”

Melo gave a nod of his head to the clerk. “Yeah. Like I said, the offer is currently under consideration. I still need to make sure she passes my personal inspection before I’d be willing to part with her though. Wouldn’t want our finest driving a lemon, you know?”
AJ B. (GM): Leah grins. “Now we just need to make sure we can get back if we get lost. Any ideas?”

Vault is on guard duty, likely patrolling outside at this point. The deerbees and hatchling are authorized personnel, after all.
AJ B. (GM): The man looks you in the eye. “Oh I’m sure we can deal with any problems that might come up. I ran some checks on your companion. The metal one. I think I have something that may interest you greatly. Can you spare say, ten minutes?”

Melo hesitated for only a moment, “Yeah, sure, I can do ten minutes. What kind of checks did you run on him, if I could be so curious?”
AJ B. (GM): “Just some basic, stuff he was hmmm unique. We hadn’t seen a bot of his make before.” He leads you along to another garage. “We noticed a set of letters on his chest. We checked for them and found very little but there was something in our records.” He opens the garage revealing a vehicle you recognize well.

Melo nods. “Yeah. He’s more or less one of of a kind, these days.” Though he’d do his best to keep his expression neutral at the reveal; at least he doesn’t have to worry about his eyes going wide, eh?
AJ B. (GM): The representative looks at you. “Now I’m sure someone as knowledgeable as yourself can imagine how much more value they would have as a matched pair.”
Ambrose Betamax: (like testicles!)
AJ B. (GM): (Is Ambrose going to respond to Leah’s question or just let her hang?)
Ambrose Betamax: (sry)
(mom made me do stuff)
AJ B. (GM): (no problem, just asking honestly)

Ambrose Betamax thinks for a moment "well uh…we can make a trail of wine bottles.

Melo nods slowly. “Suppose I should ask how you came across her.” And right on up he’d walk to the APC. “Gonna fucking murder Bert if he was out playing with her again.” Though even then, his tone was a mixture of light amusement, fondness and genuine concern. “And yeah, thinking an even trade would be fitting.” He’d even head on over to one of the doors on the machine and punch in his access code. “Hell, how’d you even get her to start to drive her in?”
AJ B. (GM): (yeah speaking of I probably need to eat, brb.)
Melo: (If I vanish, presume I just killed my PC, I’ll be back shortly. I’m sticking a towel under it to dampen vibrations, they’re getting on my nerves)
AJ B. (GM): (back, sorry bout that.)
Melo: (I’m making tea, take your time!)
AJ B. (GM): Leah looks at Ambrose. “Ok, couple questions. How’s you’re nose and do you really think we can carry that many wine bottles?”
Ambrose Betamax: “My nose is pretty and I bet there’s bread in the pantry or something we can break up too”
AJ B. (GM): She shakes her head. “and I thought I was too out of touch. Think you can track our scent back if we mark the entrance?”
The rep chuckles “We found her on a regular line sweep, and we couldn’t drive her. We paid a few of the tougher monsters to push her in for us.”
Ambrose Betamax: (I think I can?)

Melo flinches at that. “God I hope the engines ‘n trannies’re ok.” A moment later, a satisfying thunk of several rather heavy duty dead bolts were heard unlocking. “As long as she fires up and moves under her own power, the half track is all yours.” Yeah, there wasn’t any doubt, the monster as long as a bus was his alright.
AJ B. (GM): (yep, you’ve got the skill to do it)
Ambrose Betamax: “yes I can! Ah I love my nose….”
“except when I’m around gross stuff.”
AJ B. (GM): Leah nods. “Alright, then we have less to carry, now we just have to find the deathbot, convince it to go with us and I think we’ll be all set.”
Ambrose Betamax: “HAY DEATHBOT!”
"WE"RE GOING SOMEWHERE DANGEROUS SEE YA"
“right, he’s on his way”
(I’m an awful person :P)
AJ B. (GM): The rep nods “Of course.” and she does start up and moves on her own power. Theres a weird clicking noise when she moves but its a minor thing considering she was apparently rifted to australia from god knows where.
Leah shrugs and nods, slipping into the entry and marking one side of the doorway herself.
(From AJ B. (GM)): Is there any sensor on Vault that would have allowed him to hear that?
(To GM): Humm.. Dun think so. They actually don’t list any audio sensors beyond the standard ones. He’s by now up stairs, outside, and on standard patrol duty.

Ambrose Betamax follows.

Melo is likely going to kill the deer-bees for peeing in the wine cellar.
Ambrose Betamax: (lol)
(IT"S FOR SAFETY)
Melo: (Find some string!)
Ambrose Betamax: “and now we own a wine celler together! yay!”
AJ B. (GM): (and then whatever manages to eat them will be led right back to the wine cellar and instead it will be smashed to bits. Im sure thats an improvement. =P)
(To GM): The good news is, Vault is trained and programed for excavation and mining, so when they do something that gets them trapped and the roof collapses on them, he can help get them out safely.
Ambrose Betamax: (well at least when we get eaten we wont feel like we need to pee. AT LEAST WE HAVE THAT)
(From AJ B. (GM)): Does standard patrol include checking on them at all or just perimeter?
(To GM): Very likely would be checking on them now and again, but not after 5 minutes.
AJ B. (GM): Leah smirks and after a little while of walking you come to a four way intersection. All paths are identical. Leah looks to Ambrose, “Any preference?”
(From AJ B. (GM)): yeah but they didnt close the door so he presumably will report that in later on. Just needed to be sure he would.
(To GM): Yep. Very likely would.
Ambrose Betamax: “nope.”
AJ B. (GM): She shrugs and does eenie meenie minie. Eventually picking the left path.

Ambrose Betamax follows her, petting the kitten on his head, and wonders if albion is taking a nap somewhere
AJ B. (GM): Again you find yourselves at another four way intersection, identical to the last. Aside from hearing the sound of heavy breathing coming from the left path.
Ambrose Betamax: “ooh heavy breathing!”
AJ B. (GM): Leah shrugs “Take it you want to go left this time?”
Ambrose Betamax: “curiosity kept the cat from death! I think thats how the saying goes.”
AJ B. (GM): Leah shakes her head and indicates for you to lead the way.

Ambrose Betamax goes left!
AJ B. (GM): Leah follows, as you get closer the breathing gets louder and you can smell something that is familiar but off somehow.
Melo, take it you head on out with your new APC to go run your errands?
Ambrose Betamax: (can I roll to identify the odor?)
AJ B. (GM): (yep, d100 against the skill)

Melo would be, yep! Collecting the new APC, loading it with the bike, and when it comes down to it, returning that to the house was the first thing he needed to do. This was a matter of practicality, because he didn’t relish the thought of walking across a 20 mile wide city, after all.
Ambrose Betamax: rolling 1d100
(
55
)
= 55
(er I dunno which skill it was. I guess identify specific odor is 52)
Melo: (That’d be a success vs 57)
Ambrose Betamax: “it….it smells like a weredeer!”
AJ B. (GM): (I was going with identify common/known/strong, since it is at least partially recognizable.)
Melo: (Total pass at 76% then)
AJ B. (GM): Leah looks at you “A weredeer?”
(From AJ B. (GM)): As you are pulling up Vault radios “Commander, I have just found the cellar door opened, Orders?”
Ambrose Betamax: “it seems likely. Smells like a deerperson and blood and something that must be wereness!”
AJ B. (GM): “Were….ness??” she shrugs “Well you’re the expert on exotic. So do we go towards it or away?”
Ambrose Betamax: "whatever this is it’s living under our house, so we should know what it is anyways O.o
(To GM): ‘Aww fuck. I can’t trust that god damned deer to do anything. Why do I keep trying to save his ass again?’ was the thought that played across his mind. “Fuck.” Yep, that was his comment. “Can’t leave them alone for an hour, can I? Make sure they’re not dead. I’ll be down there as quick as I can. I’m willing to bet they didn’t even go down armed.” He’d then go about parking the APC in the hangar, after listening to that grinding clicking the entire time, trying to identify it.
Ambrose Betamax: “I hope it’s a friendly weredeer.”
(From AJ B. (GM)): roll automotive mechanics.
AJ B. (GM): Leah nods. “Alright then.” After a little while longer of walking you come to a large metal door with a button to the right of it. The sound of breathing is much heavier and you are pretty sure its right on the opposite side of this door.
(From Vault): “Acknowledged Commander.”

Ambrose Betamax looks at the door."
Ambrose Betamax: “nice door!”
Melo: (To GM) rolling 1d100 < 42
(
51
)
= 51
Ambrose Betamax: “clearly we have a fellow feni TRAPPED!”
(From AJ B. (GM)): well you have no idea what that sound is from that.
AJ B. (GM): Leah looks at you wide eyed. “You think she would take the time to put one of us, down here, behind a hidden wall, inside a maze, behind a steel door. Why? Why would anyone do that?”
Ambrose Betamax: “uh…..to….protect everyone from being gored by an angry weredeer?”
AJ B. (GM): She shrugs. “Well as there is only one button, we have three options as I see it. Push the button, turn around and leave, or wait here for something.”
Ambrose Betamax: “hmmmmm. Well, We can wait for deathrobot to arrive.”
(am I still connected?)
AJ B. (GM): Leah shrugs “If thats what you think is best. I’m just curious enough about this door now to wait.”
(yeah you are)
Melo: (Yeah, I was getting the offline as well)
Ambrose Betamax: (oki)
(I hope death-robot comes soon :P)
AJ B. (GM): After waiting for a little while you do hear the heavy clank of metal footsteps coming towards you. A few minutes later Vault is standing in front of you.

Vault is far from quiet, with that hiss-pssh-hiss-clank-hiss-psssh-hiss-clank of being a robotic death machine. “Assessment: You both are not dead. The Commander sends his regards.”
Ambrose Betamax: “hay deathrobot! we’re doing what melo said and looking for…….wine. Clearly there is some kind of special breathing were-deer shaped wine behind this door!”
AJ B. (GM): Leah facepalms and just shakes her head at this.

Ambrose Betamax prepares to push the button!

Vault thankfully, was not programed to face palm. After barely a moment, that robotic voice would chime in once more. “I find your assessment highly illogical and improbable. I would advise you vacate the premises until the Commander returns.”
Ambrose Betamax: “but mystery door!”
AJ B. (GM): Leah nods “Have to agree with Betamax on that. Somethings on the other side of this door and I wont sleep well not knowing what might just bust into the place.”
Ambrose Betamax: “RIGHT! wouldnt you feel better if we at least knew what it was, vault?”
“It could totally be a ladytron.”
Vault: “Ambrose, at the present time, you have failed to take any precautions for your own safety. Your weapons are not drawn, and Leah is presently not wearing appropriate body armor should you encounter a threat.”
Ambrose Betamax: “hmm. ok. I’ll draw my weapons and leah can stand back and you and I can open the door!”
“anjd it’ll be a ladybot and you’ll get married :O

Ambrose Betamax draws his weapons and prepares to open the door again :D

Vault after several moments of silence, “The Commander has granted approval for your requested course of action. He has requested however, that I follow a protocol of enforced self preservation on your behalf, as your present actions indicate a distinct lack of such.” And with that, he’d reach out, collect Ambrose’s gun, turn off the safety, and then return it. “And he strongly advises against this course of action.”
Ambrose Betamax: (lol)

Ambrose Betamax says whaaat of course this is a great idea!" and pushes theb utton.
AJ B. (GM): As you hit the button a loud obnoxious noise plays as the door opens. Inside is a very large cylindrical room and in the center is a deer the size of a semi with odd plates growing on it making it look part Armadillo, lying there, its eyes now open, its mouth open exposing blood stained teeth, and a tongue that is quickly moving towards you.
Ambrose Betamax: (:O)
(IT"S A WERE DEER_A_DILLO!)

Ambrose Betamax backs away a bit, but really wants to tame it!

Vault remains passive, and back several steps, as ordered in that several moments of hesitation. After all, Ambrose isn’t in any immediate danger… Yet.
AJ B. (GM): It continues to reach its tongue out through the door and Leah grabs Ambrose by the collar and yanks him several feet back. “Do you want to be eaten?”
Ambrose Betamax: “I want to ride one!”
AJ B. (GM): She looks at you and her jaw drops and she lets you go, completely speechless.

Vault responds quite calmly, “Miss Leah, did you know that the Commander has reacted in the exact same way to his actions before?”
AJ B. (GM): the tongue extends out the door and does look like its going to reach Vault.

Vault takes a step or two back, calm, cool and collected as a set of mechanics and circuitry can be. Why, there’d even be a very quiet shink-clank as the forearm blade of his sprang forth from its hiding place.

Ambrose Betamax watches this and tries to figure out how he’s gonna tame this mighty deerbeast!
AJ B. (GM): Now out of reach its tongue it probing the walls, floor and cieling. After it is certain there is nothing it retracts is, and then looks out into the hall once more. You hear a rasping voice drift out “Hug Kelp.”
Ambrose Betamax: “Whose kelp? :O”

Ambrose Betamax peeps into the door.
AJ B. (GM): As you do, the tongue comes back out and starts reaching towards you.

Ambrose Betamax eeps.
AJ B. (GM): (going to make any attempt to get away or just going to stay near the door?)
Ambrose Betamax: (I wanna find out what happens!)

Ambrose Betamax holds stilllll

Vault once more intones, “Ambrose, it is highly recommended that you step back away from the door.”
Ambrose Betamax: “but maybe it just needs a huuuuuuuuuug”
AJ B. (GM): As the tongue catches on you, you find it very odd that although it is rough, its also extremely sticky and feels like it might be impossible to escape from. It promptly begins pulling you into the room.

Ambrose Betamax thinks he made have made a small mistake.
Ambrose Betamax: “too late now! HI NEW FRAND

Ambrose Betamax flails a little tho. just to see.

Vault calculates. Yes, this can lead to a lethal situation very quickly. Hiss-clank-pssh-hiss-clank, and the robot would simply collect a deer in one mechanical arm to at least pause the pulling of the tongue. “It is requested that you relinquish the humanoid life form.” A single statement, a single warning, and already that vibroblade was warming up.
AJ B. (GM): The raspy voice comes again. “Fire Good.” (whats your PS?) (and whats vaults now as well?)
Vault: (28 robotic)
Ambrose Betamax: (I believe my PS is 20)
Vault: (And Ambrose is 20 standard, yeah)
AJ B. (GM): (ok) Ambrose, you arent even able to pull an arm free from the tongue you are well and truly stuck. (need a d20 roll for Vault)
Vault: rolling 1d20
(
20
)
= 20
(That’s good, right?)
Ambrose Betamax: (is still trying to figure out the hug kelp thing)

Ambrose Betamax cant escape anyway so tries hugging the tongue.
AJ B. (GM): Vault manages to dig in and easily stop the movement. Although the pull is still there the tongue is not moving. and the raspy voice speaks once more “Nice Toe.”
Ambrose Betamax: “thanks, I love my toe…”

Vault again would offer that warning. “Second request. Please relinquish the humanoid life form. He is not meant for consumption. Further actions will be taken as hostile intent and be met with appropriate force.”
AJ B. (GM): Again the rasping response “Fly mood” and continued attempts and failure to pull the deerbee closer.
Ambrose Betamax: "uuuuuuuuuh deathrobot, could you ask melo why there is a giant deer tongue beast under our house trying to eat me?
AJ B. (GM): “While you are in touch with him, could you also ask him how much replacing you would cost, umm just in case.”
Leah asks.

Vault would ignore the question, turning instead to taking action. “Lack of compliance has been acknowledged.” Down that bladed arm would go, with the intent to go through the tongue, to release the deerbee.
Ambrose Betamax: “also how to remove a friendly deer from a giant tongue?”
AJ B. (GM): (roll damage, and no the tongue is not going to attempt to dodge)
Vault: rolling 2d6+2
(
4
+
5
)+2
= 11
AJ B. (GM): You manage to nick the tongue and an unearthly howl of pain echoes through the chamber. (need another d20 roll from Vault)
Vault: rolling 1d20
(
15
)
= 15
AJ B. (GM): There is a feeling of the tongue trying to jerk to the side but it again does not move. the raspy voice again “Fine lewd.”

Vault again would attempt to remove the deer, who wasn’t doing too much to help the issue aside from make it worse when he hugged the tongue. Mechanical effort and all that. Programing of course would desire to affect as minimal damage to the large creature as possible however, as Ambrose was technically the aggressor in this case. “Again, it is requested that you relinquish the humanoid life form.”

Ambrose Betamax eeps and tries to reach his gun now. negotiation has broken down :P
AJ B. (GM): (another d20 roll from Vault) The raspy voice comes back. “Mist Thine.”
Vault: rolling 1d20
(
19
)
= 19

Ambrose Betamax tries to understand what the tonguebeast is trying to say
AJ B. (GM): (currently Ambrose cant move his arms because he hugged an ultra sticky tongue)
Ambrose Betamax: (lol that was unwise)
Vault: (Yes.)
Ambrose Betamax: (but funny.)
AJ B. (GM): Vault manages to free ambrose’s legs and one arm. (Another d20 roll if you want to try and free the rest.)
(now Ambrose is free to move that one arm if he really wants to shoot this thing.)
Ambrose Betamax: (can ambrose figure out this creatures uh…MOTIVATION? or something?)

Vault is of course going to try and free the deer; that’s what programing is determining.
Vault: rolling 1d20
(
19
)
= 19
AJ B. (GM): (can roll against your nature survival skill to try and figure that out.)
Vault: (It’s motivation is to get food that was delivered to it. Sage nod)
AJ B. (GM): Vault manages to free Ambrose completely from the tongue, at the cost of a large patch of fur and some flesh from the deer bee. (4 hp direct damage) There is a howl of displeasure as the tongue returns to its mouth and the Deer creature stands up fully.
Ambrose Betamax: (does it even need food? It must have been down here for a long time, and our boss never killed it too. Must be here for a reason)
AJ B. (GM): (blood stained teeth, extra long tongue, rediculously oversized, smart money is on yeah it probably does.)

Vault simply drags the deer boddily out of the room, and hits the button to close the door, despite Ambrose’s own likely sounds of pain. He’s a soulless robot, after all. ‘You are in danger’ as the saying goes. And THEN a button would be pressed to try and close the door.
Ambrose Betamax: (poor ambrose sucks at making frands as much as I do ;o;)
AJ B. (GM): The door shockingly does not close, and the deer thing rasps out “hunt whelp”
(Ambrose has this bizzarre desire to befriend the most dangerous being in any given area lol)
Ambrose Betamax: (THEY ARE JUST MISUNDERSTOOD
AJ B. (GM): (Im ninety percent certain I could toss him into the social even of the millenium with beings from across all of time and space, and somehow he’d be drawn to the alien vampire that has acid for blood, the power to hypnotize people and hitlers brain)
Ambrose Betamax: (or be killed by it.)
AJ B. (GM): (only after trying to befriend it Im sure)
(Admittedly this things lack of abilitiy to speak in anything other then two word phrases lends a lot to your misunderstood theory.)

Ambrose Betamax tries to understaaaaaaaaaaand
Ambrose Betamax: (I dunno if he can roll for dat or not but at the very least he’s staring really hard at it and thinking up a storm)
AJ B. (GM): (hmm, can roll vs your native language at -45)

Vault would find this a fact of life. A second button would be looked for before he’d simply turn to leave the door behind. He’s a machine, things are accepted as fact, and the direction that directly leads to the least amount of blood-shed is what he was ordered to follow. “Ambrose, Miss Leah, at the present time it is requested that you vacate the premise. Your authorizations for this area have been revoked.”
Ambrose Betamax: (I’ll make that roll real fast)
rolling 1d100
(
62
)
= 62
(er, my feariespeak is 88)
(so fail I think)
AJ B. (GM): (yeah so thats a failure. However you do come to the realization that each two word phrase is actually meant to communicate a single word)

Ambrose Betamax looks at vault. "whoa hey no one decides my “authroziations” but me, buster.
AJ B. (GM): Leah looks at Vault “But theres a lot more paths to explore.”
Ambrose Betamax: (I’m assuming I’ve never heard of a creature like this before? even with mythology and lore skills?)
AJ B. (GM): (nope, no references to it in any lore)
Ambrose Betamax: "well. that’s….odd. But hay it has language! All those two words things I think are really one word each!)
“vault, can you figure out what its trying to say?
(From AJ B. (GM)): Alright, jumping to this for a moment. There are only 5 functional turrets in the M quarter. You’re going to adjust all five correct?

Vault gave a very simple response: Ominous Hummmm goes that high pitched whine of an ion cannon charing up. “Your clearance for potentially lethal locations are not sufficiently high at the present time.” And ‘gentle encouragement’ would follow in the form of pushing Ambrose carefully towards the way they had come. “And currently, the creature has stated ‘Hunt Whelp’.”
Ambrose Betamax: "nono what it meeeeans! each of those phrases is one word right? so-quit shoving me-can you like….figure out what those combinations all add up to?
(To GM): Surely would, at least pending scheduled maintenance hours based on what’s listed in the AI’s approved records. He’d also be going in standard clothes, sans his armor; he comes with the armor of paperwork, after all.
(From AJ B. (GM)): alright need a basic idea of what you intend to do to the turrets, since I cant remember if you said before or not.
(To GM): Disable at least 3 with simple re-routes so that sensors don’t actually detect that they’re offline. Two set to bare minimal power so that they’ll still function, but at most do SDC if they’re energy based.
Vault: “Present assessment indicates either a request that you hunt for it and bring food, or that it will hunt you.” Hopefully it wasn’t moving to leave the room, seeing how as the door wasn’t closing.. Was the door big enough for it to get out?
AJ B. (GM): (not unless it can shrink, door is human sized. deer is literally size of a semi)
Ambrose Betamax: “then we should get it fooood, and uh, feed it. from a distance.”
Vault: (kk, just wanted to make sure)
(From AJ B. (GM)): alright need 5 mech engineer rolls at -15
(To GM): mechanical or weapons?
(From AJ B. (GM)): mechanical for the first three, weapons for the other two forgot they had seperate ones
Melo: (To GM) rolling 3d100 < 40 (55-15) for Mechanical checks
(
34
+
18
+
82
)
= 134
Melo: (To GM) rolling 2d100 < 30 (45-15) for weapons checks
(
17
+
88
)
= 105
(From AJ B. (GM)): (alright, unfortunately you have no way of telling if this was a success or not short of someone showing up and complaining about it being offline or committing a crime in its range of view)
AJ B. (GM): Leah looks at Ambrose. “It just tried to eat you, and your first thought is lets go find it food?”
Ambrose Betamax: “…..well yeah, it must be pretty hungry right?”

Vault would continue to work at herding the deer out of the catacombs. The deer has already shown himself to be incapable of self preservation, and despite having a chunk of his leg removed, he still wants to explore.

Ambrose Betamax grumbles.
AJ B. (GM): Leah sighs “Alright, we’ll go out, we’ll see if we can find some large hunks of meat or something to bring back, but we wait until Melo gets back to take it down there. Ok?”
Ambrose Betamax: “fiiine :(”
Vault: “Your cooperation is appreciated.” And there’d be no prowling about for the robotic death machine. He’s not meant to be quiet, after all. And still, isn’t Ambrose kinda bleeding from where several HP worth of damage was removed from his leg?
Ambrose Betamax: (speaking of which) “hmm. my leg hurts. ow.”
AJ B. (GM): As you return to the wine cellar Leah slips over and twists the bottle closing it back up. “Of course it does, that tends to happen when you hug the tongues of things that want to eat you.”

Vault leads the two out, leaving them in the cellar as he went in search of some kind of towel or cloth to use to at least stop some of the bleeding, and to notify Melo of what happened.

Ambrose Betamax makes sure to be yelling"hi melo!" in the background!?
AJ B. (GM): After Vault bandages up Ambrose and things have settled some, Melo returns from whatever errands he has been running.

Melo was for once not clad in his body armor. Hell, he didn’t have anything on him outside of his standard clothes and a single pistol, the tool box left in the hangar. The door would be closed quietly behind him, though he’d look just a touch annoyed. Thankfully, he’d already been appraised of the situation. “So. I told you we’d explore later.” And then to Leah, “One of these days, I’ll consider my debt to him paid. I really will.” No he won’t.
Melo: (At least you have some asprin in your starting equipment..!)
Ambrose Betamax: (at some point we should figure out what that debt is :P)
(I dont think ambrose understands that that is why you keep him with you :P)
AJ B. (GM): Leah chuckles “We just wanted to find where she hid the really good wine.”
Ambrose Betamax: “we found some were-deer shaped wine. It was good till I apparently took an arrow in the knee.”

Melo sighs, hand lifting to rub above his implants. “Mmhmm. And the wine cellar, on a property that she’s shot people for looking at, isn’t a good hiding place?” And then he’d just look down, purse his lips for a moment as if biting back a comment, “How are you still alive? You stood there when it stuck its tongue out at you, with a face covered in blood. What in the world were you Thinking?!”
Ambrose Betamax: “that it had a nasty head wound?”
Leah Razortongue: “Damn, I was going to bet on either puppies, or how cool lycanthropy is.”
Ambrose Betamax: “those too.”
(does it help my case that leah totally was an enabler this time?)

Melo just.. stairs. Dumbfounded.
Vault: “Commander, at some point, could you please explain to me how Ambrose is able to elicit this reaction? Miss Leah has displayed this same characteristic when interacting with him.”
Leah Razortongue: “Tinman, I think we might have an easier time getting you a heart.”

Melo turns his attention to the droid. “Two plus two equals four, correct?”
Vault: “Correct, Commander.”
Ambrose Betamax: (is vault trying to understand feelings? ooh!)
Melo: “What if one of your sub systems came to the conclusion that two plus two equals five?”
Vault: “I would rerun the equation, and then perform a diagnostic to determine the source of the system fault.”
Ambrose Betamax: “or if two plus two equals a a tuna sandwhich?”

Melo nods. Slowly. “Yeah. Well, you’re able to do that in an inst—” And then he’d stop, again. “You see? Its the equivalent of us having to run a diagnostic remotely to determine if the response given passes a basic sanity check.”
Vault: “I understand Commander. But how do you perform a the remote diagnostic?”

Melo shakes his head again. “Its more a matter of the sanity check. We check the answer against our own logical circuits, then run the equation a second time to ensure its correct. We then are forced to question why we have received the result from the external sub-system. Most of mine have determined that he’s defective, but as the saying goes, ’He’s not broken, he’s advanced’. Problem is, he’s the alpha version.”
Leah Razortongue has lost all understanding of this conversation and is now just kind of staring off into space.

Vault corrects, “Would he not be the Beta-max version, Commander?”
Ambrose Betamax: (oh god robot pun)
Melo: (I had to. I simply had to.)

Melo stops, then laughs and shakes his head amusedly. “Yeah. He’s pre-release, and they never put out a patch to push him to gold status.” Computer techie lingo, woo.
Ambrose Betamax: (aaaw you know he has a heart of gold :P)
Vault: “Acknowledged, Commander. Would you like me to fetch a medical unit for his injury?”

Melo thought about it for a moment, before shaking his head. “He’s not bleeding all over the floor. He’ll be fine.”
Ambrose Betamax: “wait, vault you’re capable of puns?”
CAN ROBOTS DO HUMOR?!”

Vault turns his head to address the deer-bee. “I apologize Ambrose, but humor has not been included in my programing.”
Ambrose Betamax: “but….beta version and my name and….”
Vault: “Correct. Your surname is Beta-max, and currently you are a fully grown member of your species. Presently, I do not have any records in my database to indicate that you are in an alpha state, or that your surname is Alpha, or that you are a leader of your tribe, clan, or pack.”
Ambrose Betamax: “….this is very confusing.”

Vault turns his attention to Melo, who’s currently just face palming and trying not to laugh. “Commander, I understand why you consider him defective.”
Ambrose Betamax: “….uhm. I feel like I’m being laughed at >>”

Ambrose Betamax goes to hang out with his kitten and albion if he can find him….THEY UNDERSTAND ME
Leah Razortongue: Leah smiles and scratched behind Ambrose’s ears. “At least your alive to feel anything.” at that a jingling is heard above and Albion is seen in a chandelier above.

Ambrose Betamax is now somewhat depressed :P
Albion: “Of course I do, I understand all that every ancestor did.”
Ambrose Betamax: “can you explain me to them then? :O”
Melo: (Would Albion have understood any of that conversation?)
Albion: (I am mostly assuming he understood Ambrose’s last line. Since I’m guessing he would try and use Faerie more when Leah is around.)
“You can’t teach a hatchling to fly by rolling its egg off a cliff.”

Ambrose Betamax is completely lost now.

Albion shrugs and looks at Ambrose. “All things come in time. They will learn to understand when they are ready to understand.”
Ambrose Betamax: “you’ll all learn somedaaaaaay”
(I think albion just decided I belong on a higher plane of existence)

Albion flutters down from the chandelier into Ambrose’s antlers. “So where did everyone go anyways?”
Ambrose Betamax: “we found a giant were-deer-adillo and ut ate my leg!”
Albion: “xsiol! sjek wux re gethrisjir ekess feed luhi ekess youwei si tuor irral pick.”
Ambrose Betamax: “I want to keep my parts.”\

Melo just laughs before walking off to find the kitchen, and see if it was stocked with any food. He still has so much to do today.
Ambrose Betamax: “hey can you feed the thingie too?”
Albion: “hak kii tira wux feed dout hoinp ekess vi jahen tekir adillo?”
Melo: “Not until I know what it is.” would be the reply.
Albion: (also WTF? why is there not a word for feed in a dragon language?)
Ambrose Betamax: “it grabbed me while I was trying to translate for it :O”
Albion: “coi tepohada narodic shafaer coita hooves? itheik coi tiliw grab wux mrith hooves?”

Melo quietly hums ‘shipping up to Boston’ as he finds food. He still has things he needs to do, now that he knows the deer isn’t dead, and the blood loss has been stanched.
Albion: (ok think its getting around time to call it)
Ambrose Betamax: (ok ^^)
Melo: (Good session at least. I had fun!)
AJ B. (GM): (definitely, and 300 xp each tonight)

Chapter 9 Weredeer Wine that Whines

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