"So guys, since we need to deliver Becka and technically haven't completed the mission we had in the first place, I propose we do that thing in the OOC board. Sounds like a plan to me."
"Valentine, do you still have the name of Dr. Birwin? He's a linchpin and I'd much rather have him with us than not."

"Sounds good to me"

Snow was already wearing his Elvis costume, old fat Elvis with an absurd amount of sparkly bits and tassels

plus extra tassels but you cant see those.

That sounds legit. Actually, I was sort of assuming Snow had been wearing his elvis costume for the entire adventure.

Normally its young Elvis costume, with the extra tassels that people cant see.  He switched things up today.

Firefox goes for the bad-boy leather look.  And a mini-skirt.  It has tassels, so it still counts.  She dials up Dr. Birwin.  "Do you have time for another visit?  There's an issue we think you might be able to assist with."

St. Velveteen merely shudders in response to Carver's question.  Even if he did have the man's number, he would never want to call it.  Best to leave that task up to Firefox.

The baby blue bell bottoms and eagle cape was the look St. V went for.  Not to mention the high-security chastity belt.  He fastened down his black haired wig and pulled down a pair of sunglasses to complete the look.  "I think it's time for Elvis to leave the building."  He grabs his gear and hops into his usual seat in the truck to await the others.

"Crikey! Still chasin' drop bears, are ya? Or have ya moved onto something bigger? Speaking for myself, I've been taking a liking to the biggest, most dangerous predator in the Seattle Metroplex. The rare and dangerous, investment banker. Reckon we can scare up a few of them in their natural habitat. Fabulous critters, they are, fabulous."

"I've seen one or two but only from a distance.  They can be a bit skittish.

It appears someone's kidnapped one and given the perpetrator's reputation, I'm very much concerned the poor thing might be on the menu.  We were hoping to round up a few of its compatriots to help teach the scoundrel a lesson.  Are you up for a bit of an adventure?"

"Adventure! I'm always up for adventure. Tell me who you reckon kidnapped the blighter. This sorta thing happens more common than you think. I tell you what, I'll be right over."

Firefox sat listening to the static of the disconnected line feeling slightly disconcerted that she hadn't let the auzzie know exactly where they *were*.  She also hadn't told him to bring an Elvis outfit  But then, she'd been feeling perturbed throughout this whole scenario.  She turned to the rest of her teammates and realized she'd also forgotten to ask him to bring rhinestones.

"He's in."

snow put the keys back on the table.  "I guess we wait till he get here then. anyone up for a game of parcheesey?"

As Snow is making his offer, there's a screech of tires outside. The door kicks open and Birwin jumps into the room, wearing his short shorts, boots and high socks, and tan shirt. Right behind him is his assistant, whose accent is so thick he has to be dubbed by a voice actor, and a pair of camera men.

"Crickey, what have we here? Looks like a happy den of Elvises. Not too common them; they're naturally very shy. You can tell these ones have had a very tough winter, because happy Elvises store up a layer of protective blubber and morphine.

"Now what do you all Elvises say we go and rescue us a drop bear!"

Birwin doesn't wait for a response. Instead, he and his assistant leap on Carver and wrestle him to the ground, then run out the door with him and throw him in the back of their van. They jump in the cab and floor it out of the parking lot, their camera men in hot pursuit.

I honestly thought he was saying something about 'elves' not 'elvis'

"good, I have no idea how to play parcheesy anyway." Snow grabs the keys and heads out to the truck.

Seeing St. V he pulls out a G.I. Troll action figure and hands it to St. V.  "Now will you please show on Skullcrusher here where the bad man touched you?"

Carver, decked out in his brand new jail-house rocker outfit, mutters a few obscenities into the breathable nylon bag that Birwin somewhat overzealously strapped over the dwarf's head. With his free foot, Carver will pass on most of the pertinent information through morse code and emphatic sounds to push Binwin towards the UCAS Idle competition complex so they can recruit the real Becka to save her mate.

Firefox wondered briefly whether Carver had a chastity belt on too.  She had one back at her apartment, but it probably wouldn't fit a dwarf.  At least, not from what she'd heard . . .

Hopping on her bike, she gave Jonas a quick ring.  "Seems like there's going to be a party down at the Idol complex.  You and the rest of the guys and gals are welcome to join in the fun if you like.  Wear Elvis costumes."

Gunning her motor, she set off in pursuit, waving at the drop bear hanging from a nearby street light.

Birwin arrives at the hotel. Already gathering outside is the scruffiest looking Elvis convention ever seen this side of a Las Vegas Day-After Christmas.

Jonas meets up with Firefox. He's wearing an Elvis army getup, and he looks very confused. "Listen, you aren't expecting us to sing or anything, are you? I mean, the boys will dance off with the worst of 'em, but singing is too much, even for me."

The rest of the crew arrives shortly behind. A helpful security guard, convinced you're here for a show in the studio, tries to guide you across the way to the studio doors.

Carver pushes one of the more charismatic characters forward to convince them that we all forgot something critical in our apartment's changing room.

Guard wonders what you could possibly be missing, you're all so fabulous.

In his best Elvis impersonation (which is surprisingly good), "Trust me lil' lady, you don't want to know.  Though if you want, maybe my friend here can show you after show.  It does involve peanut butter, a monkey, bananas, and a platypus.  Gotta be careful with those platypussies though."

08:17, Fri 05 Sept 2014: Snow rolled 21 using 7d6 ((2,6,2,1,1,6,3)). Security Etiquette.

"Nah, if I need you to abuse someone's senses, that'd probably work but might take too long"

"Yeah, I could show em," St. Velveteen says, adding on to Snow's statement.  "But only if he earns himself a pair of blue suede shoes first.  It would break my achey breaky heart if we let just anyone in on our trade secrets..."  He looks heartbroken for a moment at the thought before brightening and looking the security guard in the eye with a smile on his face.  "How about it?  Would you like to be a king?  Come with us and we can show you the way of rock!"  He turns his back and strikes a pose, putting his eagle cape on full display.

In response to Snow, the guard chokes back a giggle, then chokes back a yuck.

"Sorry, gentlemen. If you'll stop the puns, it'll be right this way." She holds open the door for Snow to enter, and is probably ill-prepared when everyone else follows into the hotel lobby.

Snow moves in close to the guardsperson, "thank you, thank you very much"

and try to slip their keycard/badge/whatever to access doors.

08:18, Today: Snow rolled 42 using 5d6, rerolling max with rolls of 1,(6+2)8,(6+2)8,4,(6+6+6+3)21. Stealth Pickpocket.

21!!!!!!! holy crap I think snow didn't even realize he tried to lift the key card

For the record, the number of successes counts more than the successiness of the success. So your 21 counts as high as a 6. However, I like big numbers, so I normally still count crazy high rolls as an additional success, because it's awesome.

The guard is momentarily surrounded by Elvises. "Hey hey hey.""thank you very much""hey hey hey!" The group hip-thrusts their way into the lobby. A few people come up for autographs. Snow checks his pockets and finds he got not only her keycard, but also her ID badge!

Been quiet, so I'm going to assume the party continues.

The group already knows where they need to go, and Snow has a badge. A quick swipe on the elevator pad and the doors open. The five of you climb on in, followed by Birwin and his camera crew, forty additional Elvises, and elderly Ms. Madius who forgot her camera in her room. She creeps on in and the doors close. The Elvises continue to hip-gyrate and grin, all jammed together. "Ri, this is a very unusual circumstance, to see so many Elvises all together in one location," Birwin narrates.

The door opens on the eighth floor and Ms. Madius steps out, grinning and covered with sequins. She blows you all a kiss before you continue up to your floor.

The doors open and you all spill out. It's a little easier to find the right door, as it's the one that's already been kicked in. Peering in you can see the foliage. There's also a tray waiting by the door with a ham and cheese sandwich, and thirty or forty bundles of tightly wrapped eucalyptus leaves.

Somewhere inside the room, the bears watch you: @('0')@
This message had punctuation tweaked by the GM at 14:39, Tue 16 Sept 2014.