OOC: Let me know what title you want for the new thread.  -- Oak :)
This message was last updated by the GM at 04:51, Thu 01 May 2014.

Fresh from calling down the Fury of the sun onto the ice hills of Niffleheim, and banishing Famine (for the Old Gods are hard to kill, almost impossible really), you dream of talking geese selling you insurance, and geckos out to give you 'such a deal' with a Jewish accent, and a camel flying a jet fighter while rockets shaped like cigarettes chase it.

You wake on a trembling surface, corrugated, slick feeling to the touch, and about you is the stench of garbage.  High in the sky, is a tower, a skyscraper taller than any you've seen,and most of its windows are shredded. Its radio tower atop is half fallen over, and a black banner hangs dispiritedly,torn and ragged from the bent over radio tower atop the one fifty-ish?? story skyscraper.

And then you cough as a certain acrid nastiness in the air beyond that of the stench penetrates deep in your lungs.

I'll try to cough the nastiness out and cover my mouth and nose with my shirt.
I'll get up and look around more.

Does that black banner say anything?

You cough it out, and cover your face and mouth, which helps.  But its still in the air.  And when you move, the whole 'floor' underneath you trembles and sways.

A gust of wind catches the banner, and you see the Anarchy 'A' in red against the black.  Its easy to see because its a fluorescent, glowing red.

...That's not good...
Looks modern...mana and chi probably low or non-existent...

I'll try to draw some chi and mana

I'll look for a way down.

OOC: Max bias for Magic is 3@2.  -40 situation modifier on all magic dice rolls.  You're able to discover this with a bit of practice.  The -40 will tend to make magic not work or be weak, but it will also make botches pretty nonexistent.

You shove the bags of garbage aside, and walk over a shaking surface. It is white, rippled, sort of plastic, with grime and black flecks on it.

Upon coming to an edge you see a footpath thirty feet below bordered by walls of the same material as the roof.  Across the eight foot wide pathway is another flat roof, ten feet down.

Behind you is a brick tower with grated covered windows, and a black wall, a  ten foot tall that anchors in to the three story above your roof tower, one one side.

I will draw my claymore and then stab the roof I'm on. Then I'll try cutting a hole out of it.

What do I see down the hole?

Plastic is cuttable, but without a sawtooth edge, and on a rippling surface its a major pain in the neck.  But after five minutes of stabbing, hacking, and sawing you cut out a foot square hole.

Ten feet down is the top of a five level shelving unit that runs back into the dark, and tops out at thirty feet from the floor.  One the unit of shelves next to that one, you can see some growing plants going up the side of the unit to near the top, underneath grow lights.

The air is humid, and it continually blows in your face.

... I failed again. All because I let my anger run out of control... Now the people of Gallia are on their own with their idiotic leadership...

I'll cut the hole wider so I can fit though.
Then I'll drop through the hole and hang on the edge and then drop the remaning three or so feet onto the shelving unit.
I'll use a simmalar method to drop to the next level and so on until I'm on the floor.

Is there a door?

You pass enormous hydroponically grown tomatoes.  Your ears pop from pressure change, twice on  your way down.  The plants are gloriously healthy.

You make your way between fifteen foot tall green bean plants and past squash plants with forty squashe's growing on them.

The air in here seems clear, if humid.

You find a door after going down one aisle.  Next to the door is a staircase lit by yellow leds going down deeper.  The door is clearly an emergency door, and alarmed.

I'll head down the stairs since I don't want to trigger an alarm at this time
This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 23:25, Wed 07 May 2014.

You go down two flights of stairs, and then feel fresh movement of air in your face.  And the air ruffles the hair of the housecat sleeping on the stairs in front of you.

The cat seems to have some form of black pleather armor on.

... Why does a cat have pleather armor on? Something is odd here.

I'll try contacting the cat's mind to see if it is odd somehow.

if I don't find anything I'll step over the cat and continue down.

....Mouse,need mouse toy.....the image that comes with this is of a five pound, three-eared berserk 'mouse'

....My right paw is so pretty, my left paw needs licking to match the awesomeness of my right paw...

...remember, yowl if stranger comes, then get treat from StupidHumans.....

I'll try to use psionics to make the cat think that I'm not a stranger. Then I'll pet the cat a bit to reinforce that image.

I'll continue down around the cat.

You have to work at it a bit, but you get the cat to like you.  At that point, it wanders up to you, brushes against your legs, and consents to being petted.

....NotTotallyStupidHuman pets me because I am awesome....

You see 'gloves' that let the fur through as well as several inch long mechanical claws.

Going down you come into a subway station that is full of sleepers on little designated areas, along with a dozen or so that are awake.

I'll try to edit myself out of the perception of the ones that are awake and Hide somewhere I'm not immediately obvious.

I'm going to try reading the minds of the people here to see what info I can get and what's going on here.

Its like Photoshop for the Mind, which if they were truly awake and aware might not work, but they are thinking of other things.  You almost feel as if you can't do this, but it works.

And you slip behind a column, and reach out for the nearest awake mind.

...got to get some sleep....

The next mind...

...Got to check on the ponics, need to sell a couple dozen pounds of tomatoes for some power cells...