Accepting Vibro's invitation seems only prudent at that point but Quikzit separated quickly
from Vibro as Crossfire as soon as she got into the buffet room.  No point advertising that they were a team...
Quikzit headed for the food. Wondering again why Crossfire always mentioned his well hung Greek Friend every time he tried to chat a girl up, and why he'd always suggest that "the three of them get together".

"Humans make about as much sense as hatchlings."

OOC  Then I'll have green for my scaly skin.

The team moved about the floor like tourists, moving from one spot to the next without waiting to see the results of their action or words. Crossfire had the thought that his Greek friend Heraclitus might berate them for this if he were there with them, despite his nearly endless patience and adaptability.

Crossfire was not rebuffed from the woman he spoke to, who had only given him a quizzical look. Though he initially felt like he'd blown his chances with his talk of hairy clitorises, a second thought reminded him that he didn't get slapped or spit on, as usual. This was a good sign.

Though Quiksit was confused about the conversational capacity of her teammate, he (she at the moment) was never disappointed with the communication that machines had to offer. Whether or not they had  much to say, at least they made some sort of sense. When the model 9145XRT responded, Quiksit was not disappointed with the response, only the amount of information given.

It was a little odd to see a woman blatantly speaking to a mechanical waiter however, which earned her an obvious glance from the nearest security guard. But the guard had lost interest upon seeing the asian woman approach and begin talking to her. After Vibro was done speaking to Quiksit, she caught up with Crossfire, began talking and moved toward the buffet. As they made their way across the floor, Vibro surveyed the room and noticed one of the floaters marching in her direction from behind them, very indiscrete  about his intended target. When she caught his eye, he called out to her.

"Miss, excuse me Miss! Hold on just a sec." The guard's voice was higher and softer than expected for someone of his size. He had his hand out palm up, gesturing for her to stop as he approached Vibro and Crossfire. Some of the other guards offered some lazy attention toward them, but didn't move from their stations.

OOC -Perception success for Vibro, caught the guard, but he was already approaching.
The robot did have a response, but it's in a PL to just Quiksit as nobody else would hear it. By the way, Quiksit has a skill roll to speaking to machines to make sure he can understand them, just roll it and include it when you do talk to them. Also, if you're trying to get information out of them, especially game affecting or some pertinent info, you'll need to roll an influence check, just like if you were trying to persuade a person. They have just as much opportunity to dislike you as anyone else. I've skipped this as you've moved on anyway.
If you're using power points with your powers, make sure you keep track of it. There's a scratchpad up by the Dice Roller that you can use.
Speaking of keeping track of things, when we start the real game, I'll ask you to keep track of your successful skills, as you can only progress the skills you use. With power points though, I'll come up with a table for combat situations so that I can see the remaining points and other info. We'll get that though.

From here, before you post, you can do any skill checks and rolls to gauge your reaction or what you should do. For example, Insight would be a good one to roll as this guard approaches to see if you can read what his intentions might be. Or if you're trying to bluff or lie, I might make you roll an influence check.

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Some of the food on the tables looked pleasantly rotted, and some looked like it hadn't been cooked right through which was a nice surprise.  Quikzit began to graze while scanning the room for threats and action.

Somewhat unnerved by Crossfire making a 'kissy' mouth at him, Quikzit tried to look anywhere else.

One of Quikzit's 4 hands slipped into the pouch on his utility sash, and slipped the safety catch off his laser rifle.  Something told Quikzit that the floor would be awash with blood shortly... Crossfire was not known for his tolerance of a mystery and tended to solve them with gun-play. Perhaps Crossfire's current infatuation would help keep him safe in the hail of bullets that was likely to come soon.
This message was last edited by the player at 09:30, Fri 17 Aug 2012.

OOC - Quikzit or Quiksit? I'm very confused.DarkGreen is mine BTW, how about Aqua, suits the colour of your eyes :-)

Sorry for bouncing around, but I wasn't waiting for a response, so I moved on. Other stuff is filler, to burn time on the bus.

Seeing the guard, Vibro stopped. "You go on Honey, I'll catch you later." she said as she casually waved Crossfire on. Turning back to the approaching guard, "Yes?" she questioned politely.

Hopefully, he didn't see me spit that food out, that would just be embarrassing.

Crossfire began browsing the buffet (to kill time till the target arrived), keeping a critical eye on quality. After all there's no sense eating anything less savory than bugs - no point risking food poisoning.

I do hope Crossfire remembers we are on some sort of rescue mission and doesn't walk up to our client stick, that silenced pistol of his below the guys jaw and paint the ceiling with the guys parietal lobe.

OOC Before the mission, and taking his time about it Quiksit has made Crossfire a silenced pistol in the shape of a mobile phone device...  it has been tested previously and shouldn't be too complex.

Both Quiksit and Vibro saw the guard coming from a distance, so both had the chance to assess his motives before he reached them. He looked agitated and aggressive, but not particularly hostile. A closer look at his hand revealed a crumpled up napkin in his grip.

After Vibro turned to greet the guard, he was up to her in few steps. He held the crumpled napkin out in front of him, chewed food still inside, some dripping onto his palm. He snorted out an overtly annoyed sigh. "Ma'am, the plants are not depositories for your trash. I would appreciate if you could make a better effort next time." His voice was louder than it needed to be, and he stayed there waiting for Vibro to take the rubbish. Though he'd only come a few paces to greet her, a drop of sweat beaded down his forehead, and his hand shook ever so slightly. Vibro's ears could pick up the fast pace of his heart as well the furtive looks.

As the other two rounded the doors into the buffet, they could see very little food. It seemed the room was cut short by a quickly erected wall with cheap doors to the other side. It was louder in there. More music, more voices. In this part of the room, there was nothing to see but dried out, badly cooked (or uncooked) food in the service island in the center of the room. It seemed noone had delivered a new dish for hours, and by the look of the flies around, perhaps longer.

OOC - no power points for you Quiksit, you don't have to worry about it. Successful rolls for everyone. Nobody to really see in the buffet room, so no undercover guards. Mobile phone gun is fine, but it may be restricted to one shot.

Crossfire figured he couldn't blend in with the crowd at the buffet once he worked out no-one in their right mind would eat this stuff, so he started looking for places to get out of sight.

OOC are there some curtains he can stand amongst to better blend in with the blackground.

"Are you ok sir?" Vibro asked, looking concernedly at the guard. "Please, come sit down. You don't look well at all." Vibro offered a nearby chair to the guard.

"Let me take that, and get you a glass of water." Taking a tissue out of her handbag, Vibro took the food scrap from the guard, careful not to touch the noxious contents of the napkin and walked it quickly over to the nearest bin.

If I can keep enough of them occupied in here, hopefully the two numbnuts can find our 'friend' in the buffet and work out what's going on.

Vibro called to get the attention of another of the obvious bouncers. "Hey, excuse me sir, could you get your friend some water over here" pointing to the sweating guard. "I'm not sure what's wrong with him, does he have a heart condition?"

OOC I think I'd rather a mobile phone gun that shot 4 or 5 shots but didn't work as a mobile phone... but Crossfire can identify whether he wants a working phone or not....

Quiksit indulged heartily in the uncooked fly struck food while he waited for the target he had been told was going to be coming into the room shortly.

While nobody in particular was watching him, but still desperately hoping Crossfire noticed, he gradually morphed into a somewhat fat security guard.  In the uniform of the casino guards, but wearing the face of a guard that he had used often before so that Vibro and Crossfire were likely to recognise him.
Please don't mobile phone me Crossfire.

OOC - I'd like to say it would be fun being a fly on the wall watching a pretty lady in a blue dress gorging on fetid food, flies and all, but for obvious reasons.

What's up with these fat slobby security guards, why are they so tense?

Crossfire thought quickly and changed his plan about hiding. He figured with all the commotion  (and attention this direction) one of the hero trio had better stay in the open to meet Blackfriar. He decided to stand around looking dumbstruck at what was going on with the security guard.

OOC Crossfire made an easy stealth check when he entered the casino to conceal a real gun. Do you really think he'd use a single (or multiple) shot small caliber pop gun ala James Bond style if he could avoid it.

As an attractive woman in blue gorged happily on the buffet, the guards began to gather around Vibro and the sweaty security guard. The attention seemed to be diverted enough so that Quiksit felt comfortable with the change. It was subtle, the morphing process altering the appearance in a way that if one blinked, they would have missed it, more due to absurdity rather than the speed of the process. As the new security guard grabbed one last handful of what could have been a roast (hard to tell with the vegetation on top), he considered that maybe it wasn't just people that might have noticed the change. The food was so delicious, Quiksit barely noticed the wolf-whistles beyond the large double swinging doors.

Crossfire turned around in time to see his companion seat a security guard, sweaty and flush. No doubt he tried the food. His appearance of dumbfoundedness was overlooked as the attention of the room shifted to his teammate. A few tables kept rolling, hardly distracted by the event, however all but the door guard moved over to check on their associate, three in total. As they moved in, the sweaty guard shook his head at Vibro ever so slightly, his eyes wide. "Chip," was all he managed out before the others arrived.

"Ed, you okay?" As the other guards arrived, one offered water to the seated guard which he took down in two gulps. He began to wave them away immediately. "Ma'am, we'll take it from here, thanks," another one was saying. While Vibro was listening to all of this, she noticed her 'boyfriend' lingering outside of the buffet, his mouth open looking like he was trying to catch some of the flies like Quiksit.

OOC- You don't need a color for your thoughts, just italics. Mobile phone, either way - 1 shot with working phone, or 6 shots with a dummy phone. But Crossfire is correct, he made a successful conceal roll. To answer your question Crossfire, there were no curtains, but there were some holograms running words across the wall, announcing the MMA fights beginning in 30 minutes, with the saying "Better than a kick in the nuts!" And there are big swing-doors into the next room that Quiksit noticed as well.

"Ed is it? Well I hope you are feeling better soon, Ed. Maybe stay away from the hamburgers and fries, not good for you. All that fat and salt, well its just a heart attack waiting to happen."

Leaving the gaggle of guards to attend to the sick and dieing, Vibro made straight for the ladies toilets, remarking in disgust to noone in particular about washing sweat off her hands, and there not being enough perfume in the world to cover the smell.

OOC Was it this room we were supposed to wait in?  The guy was coming to the buffet wasn't he?

OOC Roll on 5 minutes.
This message was last edited by the player at 16:33, Tue 21 Aug 2012.

What is that smell?  God damn, scrub the bowl after use!
This message was last edited by the player at 13:10, Wed 22 Aug 2012.

Loitering loitering loitering waiting for Blackfriar trying to be inconspicuous now.

And wondering what a chip is, a gambling chip maybe or a microchip.

As Quiksit wondered why the other two hadn't tried to pull him away from the food yet, he noticed that Crossfire was moving around aimlessly, and Vibro had still not emerged from the toilets. Then a blaring noise emerged from behind him. Both he and Crossfire looked to find that the source was the opening of the cheap swinging doors. A drunken man was ejected by a man in a dark coat. From behind him, a wrinkled native american in an expensive suit and cowboy hat moved up to watch the drunkard stumble away, cursing unintelligibly. The native american had feathers tied to his hair, coming from under his hat that hung down to his bolo tie.

Behind each of them, the mixed sounds of hooting, whistling, laughing, dishes breaking, and Divinyls "I Touch Myself" blared in time with the flashing lights. It was something that Crossfire knew well.

The old Indian looked past the man at the guard standing by the buffet food table, and his brow furrowed.



Vibro tried to ignore the smell of the toilets as she examined her prize.


OOC - Be careful of metagaming here. Vibro knows about the chip, but there's no indication that Crossfire or Quiksit heard the guard mention it. Though Crossfire was relatively close and paying attention, I would suggest a perception check to have heard it.

This message was last edited by the GM at 06:32, Thu 23 Aug 2012.

Hey chief, if that's what those feathers mean, this buffet sucks, you trying to drive away the customers? And what's with all the security, I know it's a casino but I've never seen one before with more security than punters. I reckon you need to put me on the payroll too to help you manage this place better.

OCC  Do I recognise Mr Enormous Name, the guy we are here to rescue?

OCC I have no problem with you rolling things for me as the GM where it will enable me to act.... as it is I can't do anything till I know what I know... so to speak...

Quiksit smiled at the new comers as one hand hit the send button on a blank SMS to Vibro. If her neural circuits are in working order she'll understand a vacant SMS.

OOC - Post 15 or 16 or thereabouts, Vibro did whisper to quiksit about being in the buffet

God I hope I don't die here in this stench pit

'Feeling' the vibration of her Samsung Galaxy Macro XL on silent in her handbag, Vibro retrieved the mobile and looked to see. A message from Qicksit, no, to be more specific a not message from Quiksit?

wtf
This message was last edited by the player at 09:49, Fri 24 Aug 2012.

OOC  ;-)  ROFLMAO

Here's a suggestion. If I ask for a roll in my post, you can give me the results in the our current PM. Then I can give you a result which you can post in your next post how your character would interpret it. Would that work better?

OOC Forget it... it was just permission NOT to ask for a roll when you want one made, but to make it at that time instead of asking for the question... but it obviously isn't the way it is done.
This message was last edited by the player at 13:26, Fri 24 Aug 2012.

OOC Waiting waiting waiting, did I say something 2 days ago by any chance or did I accidentally put it in italics to indicate it was only a thought?