In reply to Jason Sinclair (msg #29):

Rowan joins the Squire in finding some where for them to sleep, as far as she is concerned the back of the Semi will do fine on the road, next to her bike
This message was last edited by the GM at 20:46, Tue 15 May 2012.

Jane's smile grew wider as she saw Peter's mouth open to say something but then shut.  "I'll stay by Peter and the technical tonight.  You guys can find me there if you need me.  Hopefully I will be dry by then."

"A fire would be nice to dry out, I'm soaked... as usual. Why cannot we live someplace the sun shines?" grumbled Smoker, scrambing down to investigate.

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg #32):

There's not much left of the destroyed trailer park.

Smoker and Jason find a parked trailer that's mostly intact and dry inside. It's been used as a camping area before. There's a fireplace in one end with a crude smoke hood, and a separate room for sleeping. Aside from a funky smell (nothing unusual) and considerable mold, it's as dry and comfortable or more than anywhere else.

It was now pitch dark due to the heavy rain. Everyone else had chosen a place to sack out. Jason started a fire, clothes were hung to dry. He settled in next to the fire. Peter and Jane were in the rear sleeping area and he wanted to give them some privacy. Smoker, Rowan and Sullivan were in the rear of the rig's trailer, which was dry if not particularly warm. Roadkill locked himself in the cab and retired to his bed in the sleeper compartment.
This message was last edited by the GM at 03:23, Thu 17 May 2012.

Peter brought a towel out of one of his bags. He gave a very innocent looking smile to Jane when they were alone. "I now you wanted to get dry, so I brought this for you."

In reply to Peter Firecrow (msg #34):

Jane grinned as she walked over to Peter.  I thought that you'd help dry me off.  You mean I have to do it all myself?  Besides you owe me a kiss if I remember right."

Jane stood there waiting.  A promise was a promise and this was one that she totally intended to collect on.

He held the towel out towards her but lengthwise in both hands as if to envelop her in it. He couldn't hold the expression any longer and started chuckling. "Ohhhh I wouldn't be mean enough to make you shiver yourself. Once you are dry, I'll reluctantly share my body heat with you." He smiled at her. "Now strip.....out of the wet clothes so we can get you dry." And maybe wet again. He held off the kiss deliberately while he made her get dry first.

In reply to Peter Firecrow (msg #36):

Over in the rig's sleeper cab, Roadkill slept, tortured by his own dream.

He awoke with a start, hearing some metallic scratching at the rig's passenger side door. The scratching continued as he got his wits about him.

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     N
Interstate 84

                             Semi-Intact Double-Wide Trailer
                         _______________________________________
       _________        | J P    |                      Fire    |
      |         |       |        |                  S           |
      |      MG |       |        ]_____                         |
      |_________|       |        |W/C             |(Living Room)|
       Technical        |________|_____|______   _|_____________|


                 _________________________________________    _____..____
                :    N                          Hoverbike |==| R     \   D
                |            Rt                           |  |        \   D
                |    I                                    |  |        /   D
                :_________________________________________|==|_____  /___D
                                        Rig                       ?``



0          5         10 yds.
|__________|__________|

R = Roadkill
S = Jason Sinclair
J = Jane
P = Peter
N = Smoker Nix
I = Sgt. Ian Sullivan
Rt= Rowan/Trickster

? = ?
This message was last edited by the GM at 04:58, Thu 17 May 2012.

Smoker is sprawled on his back, snoring...

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg #38):

Waking up from his dreaming/nightmares he hears the scratching.

"Whaat *yawn* Trickster get!"

He waits a bit and get annoyed at Tricksters annoyance and bangs on the back of the Cab, even though he knows it wouldn't wake Rowan up, it at least made him feel better.

"I am going to blow your puppies head off if you don't get him!"

He checks the shells in his shotgun
This message was last edited by the player at 12:33, Thu 17 May 2012.

In reply to Peter Firecrow (msg #36):

Torture works both ways and if Peter was going to make her wait to get dry she would make him wait too.  She slowly peeled out of the wet clothes and moved to hang them up to dry before returning to his arms for drying off and the promised kiss.

"You are so generous to share your body heat.  I'll take you up on that offer."  She grinned and during the night if (when) his nightmares returned she would try to pull him closer to give of her heat.  She had wanted to do this many times for she knew that he didn't sleep well and hoped that having her there would give him a couple more minutes.  She hoped more but then she had already had her miracle today and didn't want to strain any good karma points by asking for more.

In reply to Roadkill (msg #39):

Although the rain had slowed in the predawn hour, it hadn't stopped entirely. This served to muffle sounds more than a few feet away.

Nearby, in the double-wide trailer, Jason awoke to Roadkill's mumbled warning. Eyes closed, Trickster lay beside Rowan but pricked up his ears. Everyone else slept on, if uneasily.

Inside the sleeper, Roadkill realised it couldn't possibly be the shy semi-feral coyote that Rowan befriended when a hand reached through the side window shutter (which he'd locked as a matter of course) and slid  back the bolt on the passenger side door, unsecuring it.

Marshall's Note: Due to a host of factors the rig, like most, is secured by deadbolts, not mechanical or electronic key locks (which are rare after the Final War).

Roadkill and Jason need to make Quickness checks.

Rowan, Smoker, Sullivan, Jane and Peter can make Fair (TN 5) Cognition checks to be awake and aware enough to react next turn.
This message was last edited by the GM at 00:32, Fri 18 May 2012.

The hand looked human-enough in the darkness. As Roadkill checked his shotgun and decided what to do, the door opened and a bulky man-sized shape swarmed in. A foul smell washed over him, reeking of spoiled meat and decay.

He glimpsed some kind of large autocannon on its back, a gleam of surgical steel held in a rotting hand.

"Your penis and testicles... I neeeeeed them to be complete.... give them to me, pleeeeease....."

The horrifying patchwork figure looked like a man. Or the roughly-matched parts of several men stitched together in a surgical manner. Possibly a woman or two in there, somewhere.

Thing? (Queen)
Sharp Scalpel
At passenger door of rig
2 Actions: Unlock door, climb in and Overawe attempt. Resist using Guts (add +2 for Grit) TN 3.
This message was last edited by the GM at 02:41, Fri 18 May 2012.

Peter laughed and toweled Jane off, then gave her the promised kiss. He snuggled up to her as they slept....but as usual the sleep wasn't good. He hated his subconscious. It always fucked with him as hard as it could.

The beach again. The truck. But this was different. No bodies, bad guys or destroyed wrecks. He wasn't sure but he was fairly certain that he felt more creeped out by it being pleased than he did when it was angry. It had liked what he had said? Its urgings were too familiar to his own. He shuddered.

Waking up to banging from the area of the rig Jason starts to doze back off when he hears Roadkill yelling about a coyote. Damned coyotes always finding a way to survive off of nothing. One less stupid mongrel wouldn't hurt a damned thing. Standing up rather groggily Jason checks the P90c and flicks safety off flashlight on. And prepares to hunt varmint.

In reply to Jason Sinclair (msg #44):

Roadkill thankful for having his gun already ready throws caution to the wind and fires both barrels at the hulking freak show he sees before him.

With his ears ringing and not giving a hoot about if the beast was standing or not, he went for the door trying to quickly get out of the truck.

Roadkill (Jack: 4 Actions)
Sawed-Off Shotgun (2/2)
Sleeper compartment
1st Action: Fire both barrels at freak
2nd Action: Move to door, open bolt, get the hell out!
3rd Action: Finally open door.
4th Action: Sleeve Card
This message was last edited by the GM at 10:37, Fri 18 May 2012.

Roadkill triggered both barrels into the thing. The explosion in the close space deafened him. Roadkill: -2 shot shells, weapon is now empty.

Both buckshot charges hit the target in the head, shredding its outer covering of skin and tissue on its face in a spray of hot steel. Exposing the steel underneath. Whatever it was rocked back, clearly affected by the buckshot, but not dead by any means.

At that point, however, Roadkill was struggling with the deadbolt and heavy driver side door, trying to get it open. Adrenaline pumping through his veins, he finally succeeded and shot the bolt back while shoving the door with all his might, almost falling into a fast-approaching Jason (carrying a compact SMG with flashlight attached). Ears ringing, Roadkill went to one knee in the mud while Jason skidded to a stop in front of him.

New Turn: Everyone is awake. Those who succeeded their previous Cognition Checks (I think that's only Peter, and maybe Smoker if he makes his roll) can function right away, those who didn't are still awake but must take an Action getting up. Remember, drawing a weapon takes an Action.
This message was last edited by the GM at 10:38, Fri 18 May 2012.

Smoker struggles awake, wondering what all the racket is about.

"Keep it down out there..." he mumbles, not moving yet.

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg #47):

Ian hears the shot gun going off, he shakes himself awake.

He grabs his SMG checks the mag and the flash light on it.  Over the radio in his helmet he calls out, "What is happening?"

Silence came from inside the cab. Then a creak as the far passenger door was opened, and a squelch of footsteps in the mud, heading off into the darkness.

Rowan rolls out of her blankets
"You know trickster one day a good nights sleep will be in Order, what can you sense little friend"
This message was last edited by the GM at 20:57, Sat 19 May 2012.

Smoker remains sprawled where he is, listening and wishing he could go back to sleep.

Smoker (Six: 1 Action)
No weapon in hand
Rear of rig trailer
1 Action: Sleeve Card
This message was last edited by the GM at 21:17, Sat 19 May 2012.

"Everyone hold position please I don't want to shoot you on accident. Something attacked Roadkill. Gonna see what." Jason says into his radio. He quickly climbs to the open cab and then through after the thing.

Jason Sinclair
                 FN P90c (24/24)
                  Action 1 climb into cab
                Action 2 climb out on far side
                Action 3 Hold Action

Peter doesn't know yet what's going on. He heard what sounded like gun shots, a shotgun shot to be more exact. He reaches down to pull his own auto-shotgun into his hands and looks around. "Jane! Wake up! We got trouble!"

Peter (1 Action)
Auto-Shotgun (15/15 +7 slugs)
Location: Trailer
Action 1 Draw weapon

In reply to Peter Firecrow (msg #53):

Jane slowly comes awake, finding that she liked being next to Peter but didn't want to move yet.  His words of "We got trouble" helped her assemble her thoughts fast.

She finally rolled and reached for her SAW.

Jane (1 Action)
Location: Trailer
Action 1 Draw weapon
This message was last edited by the player at 00:51, Sun 20 May 2012.