Elevators are Scary!
Log 1 Arrival
AJ B. (GM): You have all been traveling together for about 4 months now and have thrown in your lots with each other. Finding the world to be a rather hostile place. During your latest excursion into the wilderness you got caught up in a leyline storm and rifted. You now find yourselves in a barren desert with a large wall looming over you in the distance. Opposite the wall is just more desert as far as the eye can see. The sky is clear and the sun beating down is hot. It is easily 95 degrees farenheit here. The smell of cracked dry earth is only overridden by an oddly sweet scent that seems very out of place.
Ceukeausraa Krem sighs upon being deposited. “Great. A desert Just what we need. As if things weren’t already bad enough.”She glances towards the wall. “I doubt we have the supplies to make it anywhere but there before we die of exposure.”
Melo Craft Has to agree. “Hey, it could be worse. First time I went through one of those, only half of one of my buddies came with me. Lets start moving, shall we?”
Ambrose Betamax starts walking towards the wall. “I feel out of place in a desert, lets get someplace with small spaces at least.”
Ambrose Betamax: (I could scout it, ambrose is hella fast runner :3)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Your call. I wouldn’t bother, personally. If we can see the massive wall, we can likely see the base of it. Yay desert.))
((By the way, have I mentioned? Fuck Australia. RIFTS or otherwise :P))
AJ B. (GM): (indeed you can see the base of it. So just verifying, everyones heading towards the wall?)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((I’m pretty sure.))
Melo Craft marches onward, crew and drone in tow.
Ambrose Betamax: (btw AJ, may I ask where you got your avatar? it looks like something an artist I know painted)
AJ B. (GM): (random google search for symbol of authority, dont remember beyond that)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((As I recall, he first tracked that down on Deviant Art years ago.))
AJ B. (GM): (nah this isnt one I’ve used before, or if I have dont recall doing so)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Definitely the latter. I still have a copy of it on your old HDD.))
Ambrose Betamax: (I found it, its an artist I actually know, I made him apply for the art job he has now :P)
AJ B. (GM): As you approach the wall and are only two steps from the shade it provides someone yells “Halt, stay where you are, hands visible, no sudden movements.” Two men in patchwork armor holding energy rifles aimed at you walk up. “What are you doing here?” the one to your left asks, the other one mutters something indistinct.
Ambrose Betamax responds to the indistinct one "Don’t you bring my mother into this, she was a saint I’ll have you know…whose your supervisor i wanna complain to the management (attempting to get them to let us in so I dont make a scene)
Melo Craft lifts his hands in front of himself, palms up in a gesture of good-will. Not hands up, mind you, but hands in clear view, the walking robot beside him staying still and quiet. “Honestly? Trying to get outta the sun. Was in a forest not half an hour ago. Damned rift came outta nowhere. We’re here peacefully.” Though he had to blink, and then face palm at his companion. Yes, it was sudden, but exasperation is easy enough to pick up on as a non-threatening gesture, right?
Ceukeausraa Krem raises her hands. They had no idea what was on the other side of the wall. They could probably take these two, but without knowing more, it was unwise to cause a commotion. “There’s not exactly anywhere else to go.” She says simply.
AJ B. (GM): The one who muttered looks over at you and growls. “Fucking animal.” The other guard glares at him before turning back to you. “Alright, well you are welcome to the shade but if you want into Perth you’re going to need to give me a good reason to let you in.” He lowers his weapon, the other guard follows suit to some extent, relaxing his grip but pointing it at Ambrose still.
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((You who?))
Ambrose Betamax mutters back…“Fucking Racist…”
Ceukeausraa Krem tilts her head. “We don’t know the area. We’ve only just arrived. We’re going to at least need directions to somewhere more hospitable, or we’re going to die.”
Melo Craft: Well, we’re fresh into town. Could due with some work, seeing how as our last job didn’t get to pay us yet. That, and its a wasteland out here." A vague wave given to the desert. “And don’t mind the Dee-Bee, he’s friendly enough. But yeah, could use a chance to figure out just where in the world we ended up.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Quick background question. I’m guessing that for the last 4 months, we’ve basically been doing 0-level quests that just barely cover cost-of-living?))
AJ B. (GM): (( Pretty much yeah))
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Just making sure. That also explains how in 4 months we’ve only gained 2 levels :P))
((Er. Technically 1, actually.))
Ambrose Betamax: (oh, we’re THAT party of adventurers…the one whose skeletons the protagonists find in the first dungeon
AJ B. (GM): (no you’re still a step above them, your the party that stripped those skeletons and are why they have no gear before turning around and leaving to sell it lol)
Ambrose Betamax: (lol)
Melo Craft: (HA!)
Ambrose Betamax: (good to know we are a group of high class people :P)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Well chief, you know I’m cool, but I take no responsibility for these White Devils.))
((Equinsu Ocha! Equinsu Ocha!))
AJ B. (GM): The lead guard studies each of you carefully. “Well we always have need of able bodied skilled people. What kind of work specifically can you lot do?” The other guard mutters, “vegetarian halfman aint good for nothing but bringing to dinner”
Ambrose Betamax: (can I pounch the muttering guard?)
AJ B. (GM): (As has been pointed out Adventurers are the only people who’s first thought for a career is “lets go murder different species and take their stuff”)
(and yes you can, I wont comment on the wisdom of punching armed guards)
(just need a d20 roll+strike bonus if you’re going to)
Ambrose Betamax: “well when you need a messenger that can run at 45 mph on FOOT….50-60 at a stretch, you’ll change your tune, mister…”
Melo Craft was lucky. He’s got a smart ass robot, a mechanical voice chiming out “He’s great to bring to dinner. He even does the dishes afterwards without much complaint.” A soft chuckle, and then a ‘Quiet Vault’ was given before he’d address the other man, “Well, I’m a mechanic, and I’d like to think of myself as a crack shot, if that’s what you’re in need of. As for him?” A hand would jerk at the deer, “He’s a damn fine scout.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Huh. I just realized, a couple months in Australia, Ambrose will spontaneously evolve into the deadliest damn thing :P))
AJ B. (GM): ((roflmao))
Ambrose Betamax: (speaking of which, isnt that starting like, right now?)
Melo Craft: (Interest, it is piqued)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((No. It specifies quiet clearly that it takes a while for the adaptation to kick in.))
Ambrose Betamax: (not only i’m a fast runner, but I’m a TRANSFORMER)
Melo: (Moar then meets the eye~)
Ambrose Betamax: (I’m-a look it up, I remember osmething)
Ceukeausraa Krem shrugs. Then lies through her teeth. “I’ve got a background in law enforcement, and the obvious related skill set. I could do security, bodyguard work, whatever.” At least half of that was true.
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Feni))
Ambrose Betamax: (yeah here it is, 1d4 melee rounds to adapt)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Just give him bigger ears to dissapate the heat. Otherwise, deer are already pretty much desert dwellers :P))
Ambrose Betamax: (and I shed a lot)
AJ B. (GM): The guard nods. “Alright then, it sounds like we can use you. If you’re lying you’ll only get yourselves killed. So no skin off my nose.” He turns to his subordinate. “Open the gate up and lead our guests to the check-in.” The guard sneers and tenses on his gun but then does as he is told opening the gate and looking over his shoulder growling “follow me.”
Ambrose Betamax makes a point of walking beside the guard as an equal, instead of following behind. Cause racism is bad.
Melo: Thank you kindly, sir." And a salute would be given to the guard before he’d start wandering toward the gate. "C’mon Vault.
AJ B. (GM): (you realize its much harder to shoot things behind him right?)
Ambrose Betamax: (yeah but I’ve got 3 dudes behind us both :P)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((And if he shoots Ambrose, at least 2 of them shoot him back. Also, that MDC armour is helpful for ensuring the first shot doesn’t kill him at least.))
Ceukeausraa Krem would follow the guard to the gate as well, obviously.
Ambrose Betamax puts his arm around the guards shoulder. “so, you like venison do you?”
Ambrose Betamax: (Ambrose dislikes racists)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((That’s pretty much everyone. Welcome to RIFTS Earth.))
Melo gahs, “Betamax, might I suggest you leave the solider alone? By the way, that’s not a suggestion. That’s an order.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((It’s an understandable viewpoint, too. Most peoples’ first encounters with D-Bees are them trying to murder them.))
Ambrose Betamax: “waat who put you in charge of our group? Besides he’s being a total-”
Melo: He did." A wave was given at the other guardsman, and then, “And him.” at the walking death machine beside him.
AJ B. (GM): As you enter the city, it is unusual. The first and most obvious thing is the fact most of the buildings appear to be from pretty far back. (Melo recognizes this architecture as largely belonging to his time period), There also appear to be a lot of turrets with cameras attached. swiveling as if constantly checking the streets, there is no point during your walking that you don’t have at least one trained on your group. The last two points of interest are a distinct lack of people on the streets, and all of the doors you pass are kept wide open. The guard growls low in his throat before pointing his gun at you and placing a finger on the trigger. “Any unwanted contact with an official may be construed as a threat and lethal force is immediately authorized. But to answer your question, Yes and its a rarity here.”
(the other guard is back at the gate, theres only the one, and a whole mess of paranoia)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((The game, the movie, or the noun? :P))
AJ B. (GM): ((tempted to say all of the above, but just the noun for now))
Ambrose Betamax backs off. "well, I’ll have to keep it that way then….Officer….
Melo glances to Ceukeausraa, “Was it my turn to keep his muzzle?” though he wouldn’t even need to give the command before the combat done was moving to place itself between the two. “Sir, please disengage your firearm.” “Vault! Back off. The guard is within his right.” And too the deer, “Local laws and customs. Make a point of learning them. You’ve been through this how many times before?” And back to the officer, “My apologies sir. Would you mind carrying on and taking us to the main office?”
Ceukeausraa Krem would have thought after 4 months, someone would have given her a nickname :PP
Ambrose Betamax: (that guard is a dick:P)
AJ B. (GM): After a little while of walking you come to a large circular road surrounding a fountain. The road itself is wide enough for eight people side by side. On the side you enter from are a few random small buildings, but opposite you past the fountain is a large single building that curves halfway around this circle. It is a dark drab grey building with only a few windows and a pair of large steel doors. The structure gives off the impression of some huge monster reaching out for any prey foolish enough to get within arms reach. The guard stops before setting foot in the circle. “Go into the large building, explain your situation and the Administration will see to you from there.” He turns specifically to Ambrose, “Oh and do tell them that Velin specifically asked for you lot.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((He didn’t shoot you. Presumably ONLY because he didn’t want to fill out the paperwork :P))
Ambrose Betamax: (wow, I am hella not telling him that :P)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Agreed.))
((His name is even one syllable from ‘villain’.))
Ambrose Betamax: (Ominous hummmmmmm)
AJ B. (GM): (just to check no ones going to try and ignore the instructions and wander off without going in the building right?)
Ceukeausraa Krem makes a note of never trusting people whose name sounds like ‘villain.’ She’d do the first part, though, and head into the administration building.
Melo most likely would enjoy the walk otherwise; its nice to see reminders of home, even if they’re on the far side of the world. Its still things that he rarely gets to see any more. At the end, a salute would be given, “Thank you, Sir.” And into the office he’d go, robot in tow.
Ambrose Betamax heads in as well, making sure to look unobtrusive and less noticeable…by hiding behind theb ig robot mostly.
AJ B. (GM): As you enter you find yourselves in a tiny waiting room with a set of three plastic chairs and a door on each wall. On the opposite wall from you next to the door is a window with a single circle of metal with tiny holes in it. A very fat man sits behind it. He eyes are dark brown and opened wide. his mouth droops open slightly, he has no hair at all, his nose is far too large for his face and his ears are practically tiny in comparison. As you enter a voice asks you to step up to the window. The voice is deep, soothing and rich, it takes a moment before any of you realize it is coming from the man behind the window.
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Something something something to make up for his face.))
Ambrose Betamax: (creepy window guy ;o;)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((He’s not actually a therapist. He’s “The Rapist”.
Ambrose Betamax: (already might have to roll horrer factor)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((You’re a D-Bee. YOU’RE wierder than he is.))
Melo wandered right on up once invited. “Afternoon, Sir. The guards at the gate requested we check in; said you might be able to find us some work.”
Ceukeausraa Krem supposes that they will likely all approach the window at once. As such, she lets Melo speak for her for now.
Ambrose Betamax: (dont mention villai-velin)
Melo: (If I can’t spell their name, it won’t get mentioned, don’t worry)
AJ B. (GM): (Velin)
Ambrose Betamax: (I dun like how that guard looked at me and went, hey, velin really likes the cut of your veal)
AJ B. (GM): The guy behind the window looks you up and down. “Outsiders hmm, looking for individual or group work, and what kinds of work. Perth has more problems then people so there is always something to do. Also how long do you intend to remain in the city? Finally, what talents can you bring to any work you might find?”
(*looks each of you)
Ambrose Betamax replies : well…I’m a scout that can adapt to any envronment, is that helpful?
Melo again pipes up, hopefully before the deer can. “Either or, though I’d favor group work if possible. Both her and I are schooled in standard law enforcement and guard work, and m’deer friend here makes a damn fine scout. As far as how long we plan to stay? Well, long enough to earn ourselves some income and a way out. Just rifted in, so we’re a little light on desert crossing comfort at the moment.”
Ambrose Betamax: (decides not to mention the lockpicking and safecracking and invisofur)
Ceukeausraa Krem looks to each of her companions. “I assume we’d rather stick together.” She pauses when Ambrose lists his skills, then the other human in the group. “And I’ve got a background in law enforcement and recon.”
Melo adds, “Also, ifen its broke, I can likely fix it. And the tin can back there is.. Well, I’m sure you’ve seen what things like him can do.”
Ceukeausraa Krem says, “As for how long we intend to stay? I doubt we’re real sure. Like he said, we just rifted in.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((FWD>>. The original RIFTS soundtrack.))
AJ B. (GM): “Excellent, all right, that is perfect. We have a variety of jobs fitting your skills.” His eyes seem to glaze over as if daydreaming, though he continues speaking. “Theres a group of Bushmen been attacking a few of our merchants. There’s rumors of a demon getting closer to the city then anyones comfortable with. Theres a socialite looking to go out and explore, needs some bodyguards. There’s an Administrator who wants some extra protection while he goes to negotiate with a delegate from Melbourne. Finally theres a job, hmm thats odd, details are Need to Know see Administrator Velin.” He shrugs, “Well those are the jobs we have that currently fit your skillsets, though how that last one does I couldnt tell you.”
Ambrose Betamax: (the way that guard talked, the velin job probably is miserable or hella dangerous:P)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((That last one! That’s the sort of low-brow shit we’re looking for, right!))
Ambrose Betamax feels a sense of foreboding…not for good or ill just ….fore—-bodacious.
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((If ya’ll look back to the test-session AJ and I ran last week, it’s actually really fun.))
((But our Characters have absolutely no reason to throw in on that one, which is unfortunate.))
Ambrose Betamax: (well, the guard did tell me to :P)
(you guys heard him ,so theres that)
Melo humed before glancing at the others, “Thoughts on the demon? Granted, getting in good with the local merchants could be a good idea.” And back to the clerk, “Any list of pay for these jobs?”
AJ B. (GM): (ehh curiosity over his confusion is a reason, and theres the fact you now know you are in the Administration, and Velin is an Administrator, so that ones government based work)
Ceukeausraa Krem holds up her index finger. “Give us a second to confer?” and turns to her travelling companions. “I’d rather do something within the city, if possible. We need to get our bearings and see what’s around. A demon sounds outside of our abilities at present. I don’t want to babysit some spoiled prince/princess. Travelling with a merchant caravan seems like a hassle. The Administrators seem like the best choice, to me.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: choices*))
Ambrose Betamax replies; We need to be extra careful though, that guard seemed to want me to take that job, and he seemed to HATE me, so its likely rather dangerous or miserable work.
Ambrose Betamax continues: On the other hand if we do it really well I can stick it to him, so there.
Melo hums before nodding. “True enough. And in full agreement on wanting to avoid the travel, for the moment. Just loath the idea of people getting hurt because I opted not to act.” Well, he IS a solider. “Just the same, the bushmen’ll still be there in all likelyhood. And it could be worse Beta. Could be out in the desert with no city to protect us or stay in.”
Vault pipes up, “Do I get a say in the matter, Commander?”
Melo: No Vault, you don’t.
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Hah!))
Vault awws, sounding dejected. Amazing, for a robot.
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Eat that, you dirty machine!))
Ambrose Betamax hugs the robot, who he’s developed an odd friendship with over the past months.
Ceukeausraa Krem: “Alright. Then that leaves the obvious question of ‘Which one?’ Given the level of secrecy and the fact that it does sound sufficiently dangerous, I’d wager that Administrator Velin would pay more.”
Melo again nods. “Mmhm. And we could use the money.. Administrator Velin’s, then, despite what that guard suggested?” A glance to the other two.
Ceukeausraa Krem agrees with that assessment, and indicates this with a nod.
Ambrose Betamax agrees as long as he can stand behind the robot.
Melo turns back to the clerk, “Well, to be honest, the guard that lead us in here did mention that the administrator was asking for us on the coms. We really should meet him.”
AJ B. (GM): The man nods. "Alright then all I need from you are your names and at least general timeframes from each of you, days weeks months or years? "
Ambrose Betamax: (timeframes for what?)
Melo: Gary Troit. Figure we’ll be here for at least a month or two?
AJ B. (GM): (how long you intend to be here, he knows you dont have exacts, but randome bureaucracy bullshit)
Ceukeausraa Krem: “Probably months.”
Ambrose Betamax: "I’m uh, August Buchanenberg…son….the third. Probably a month or two.
Ceukeausraa Krem: “Jerikha White.”
((Hope I never run into someone actually named Jerikha White. I’m slowly ruining her life.))
AJ B. (GM): (good to know everyones apparently on the same page regarding names)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Yeah, but now we’re gonna have to remember TWO names.))
Ambrose Betamax: (you could always become Sharron Garrison, Army Nurse?)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((For each character.))
Ambrose Betamax: (damn, I picked a long one.)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((That’s because you’re a derpwaffle. :P))
((Pseudonyms 101: Always choose something short. :P))
Ambrose Betamax: (But then it wont go with my outfit!)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((John and Jane Doe are also acceptable.))
((Also, any face on currency.))
Ambrose Betamax: (I mean cmon, I cand be dave wearing something with epaulets. Fashion faux paux man)
Melo: (Could just tack it onto your bio page. ‘S what I did.)
Ambrose Betamax: (nope I’m a roleplay it so if I really forget it, he does too)
AJ B. (GM): As you finish, a panel in the wall slides open to your left and three small cards with your faces, the names you gave, and under the pictures the words “Level 2 Probationary Citizen” under the picture. The man behind the window nods and blinks a couple times. “It appears you will be meeting the Administrator in three hours at his home. You are heavily advised to dress for the occassion. You will not be allowed any weapons past the front gate. He lives only about 3 blocks behind this building. It is the only house with a gate and yard on Multani Street. Please do mind your manners, Administrator Velin is not known for his patience or understanding. Please take your IDs and enjoy your time in Perth”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Same here. Also, wearing fur and green is so 1700s!))
Ambrose Betamax looks at his card. But sir, my name trails off the edg-
Ceukeausraa Krem nods and takes her ‘ID’. “Well, I think the best course of action would be to make sure we know where we’re supposed to go, then look around and get our bearings for the remaining few hours. All agreed?”
AJ B. (GM): The man looks over at Ambrose “Yes, did I misspell your name? My apologies I can fix it right away if you would kindly spell it for me”
Melo hums. “You know, we don’t actually have any storage place for our gear.” And then he’d turn to glance at the robot. “Vault, for the moment, Peace mode.” And back to the clerk, “Any suggestions on where to stow things?” And his card would be collected and casually pocketed.
Vault: Self Preservation and protection of the innocent are now my primary directives, Commander.
Ceukeausraa Krem: “They said our weapons wouldn’t be allowed past the gate. It sounds like they’ll store them for us. If anything gets lost, we can just declare war on…whatever city they said this was.”
Ambrose Betamax says oh uh, its fine, i’ll just tape a piece of paper to the end and write the rest. happens all the time with my family, the…buchananbergsons."
Ceukeausraa Krem: "Of which this August is the Third. The Third of August.
Ceukeausraa Krem can hardly keep a straight face.
Melo lightly jabs Ceukesur— Fuck it. Lightly jabs the woman in the ribs with his elbow. He can keep a straight face! Really! Though he’s highly amused at the joke, he’s gotta keep his cover.
Ceukeausraa Krem is going by Jerikha, not Ceukeausraa, thank you.
AJ B. (GM): The man behing the window nods. “Your companion is correct, aside from declaring war on Perth. Administrator Velin’s personal bodyguards will request your weapons, search for any hidden ones, during your stay they will be cleaned, and given any maintenance that has been neglected and returned to you in as close to perfect working order as can be managed”
Ambrose Betamax: is still talking to the guy ..oh, you havent heard of us? we own a major cooling company…Buchananbergson Air. We do refrgeration."
Melo ahs, then nods. “Sounds good to me. Any suggestion as to where we might be able to find some water and food, preferably on credit?”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((You’re trying to make things worse, aren’t you? :P))
Ambrose Betamax: (we’re refrigerator magnates.)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Oh god.))
Ambrose Betamax: (the doctor who method of fake identities)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Now I have to make that joke.))
“They’re Refrigerator Magnates.”
Ambrose Betamax: is completely deadpan through this whole exchange
Ceukeausraa Krem is still struggling to keep a straight face.
AJ B. (GM): He shrugs “You’re welcome to drink from the fountain outside, theres also a few bars and a couple restaraunts, if your looking for more, there are shops down either side street when you exit. Left leads to the slums cheaper but less likely to extend credit. Right is the high end area.” He looks at the woman and the deer back and forth for a bit before saying “Please leave, you’re creating questions, and if you stay much longer Im legally bound to ask them. I don’t want a pile of paperwork.”
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Hahahahaha.))
Ambrose Betamax: (see, the more ridiculous the disguise, the less someone will mess with it :P)
Melo gave a nod at the suggestion. “Thank you for your time, Administrator.” And with that, he’d make his way out of the building, waiting until he’s out the door to chuckle. “Damnit you two. You KNOW how hard it is not to laugh when you get a good one going.”
Ambrose Betamax: (too bad my ID card Reads "Buchananbergson, Augu-and then it trails off the card)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Actually I’d think it’d say “Buchananbergson III, A”))
AJ B. (GM): (lol, and now it looks like part of an apartment address)
Ambrose Betamax: (ah ok , so I can be A third Buchananbergson.)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Shitty cramped basement apartment, according to Fight Club.))
Ceukeausraa Krem would exit as well. They’re still on camera, though, so she’d just grin. "So, we have a bit. Check out the villa, first?
Ceukeausraa Krem: "
Melo nods. “Sound like a plan.” Though he’d check the water before drinking. No reason to pass up a free drink in the desert heat. “Then a bite to eat, maybe?” Though soon enough he’d start to make his way toward the Villa.
AJ B. (GM): The water is clear and clean looking.
Melo drinks, because its a city. Water should be fine.
Ambrose Betamax spends a few minutes outside writing down all the information he just made up for his new identity. He’s gonna have to order some of those magnetic business cards…
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Hiroshima’s a city.))
((A refrigerator magnate magnet?))
Ambrose Betamax: (damn straight)
(I’m gonna make myself out to be coporate loyalty so that guard has to be nice at me from now on :P)
Ceukeausraa Krem: ((Holy shit. David Arkenstone just played on Future Garage. I know it’s an Indie station, but it’s very rare albums I own are ever played on here :P))