Re: Falling Star
Snow hands over his Mr. Squidy and the prostitute glowers, but the confrontation is disrupted when the rest of the party piles out of the suite. Firefox is now barefoot and wearing a gas mask; St. V is leaning heavily against the wall, hair askew, as Marilyn wobbles out and snuggles with him. Carver immediately turns on his heel, opens his trench as he leans over the body in his duffel, and sprays his foam all over before zipping it up and rejoining the group.
The ork reaches for her hand cuffs, the dwarf for a night stick, the troll pulls her business card. "Why don't you just keep on movin', if you're all done here? Amateurs like you make life tough for the rest of us." The ork shakes her head as you roll out (but the lady troll slips Carver her card).
Firefox's elemental appears in front of her with a flourish, "Wheee!" it flies down the hallway, leaving the carpet burning in its wake.
(At this point, I'm assuming you're making good on your escape. Rolled for Stealth for everyone; everyone passes, oftentimes by quite a wide margin.)
The party follows the group flowing towards the stairs and elevators. An older gentleman is bellyaching to his staffer that the elevator isn't arriving fast enough, and the staffer needs to go downstairs to see what's causing a delay. In fact, most people seem a little confused on how to operate these manual stairs. Still, enough people are flowing out that it's a bit of a jam. Outside, the area around the hotel is jammed with Lone Star and Mitsuhama security cars, as well as fire trucks and fire drones. The sidewalk is littered with broken glass; it seems someone jumped, although there's no sign of a body. As you're going with the flow of the crowd, you all see Firefox's elemental in hand cuffs, being guided into the back of a squad car. Marilyn looks up at St. V for guidance as to where you're going next. Meanwhile, the duffel wiggles a bit, as the bear gradually comes to.