Re: Malcolm and Moonchild
As Simon watches, several of the more mobile of the nursing home residents make their way, hobbling on crutches, shuffling with walkers, or meandering with canes over to the big window by the entrance. Peering in they begin to shout to one another their old feeble voices making a surprising amount of noise.
"Carol? Those cops are trying to arrest our dear Moonchild!"
"Yep, s'what I've been a saying fer years now; ya can't trust no copper!"
"Oh Harold pipe down, you old reprobate, this is SERIOUS. someone get the Director, she needs our help!"
"You're RIGHT Ethel! Well, I sure ain't a gonna stand here and see our sweet girl hauled away, why if she ever hurt so much as a fly, she had good cause, sure as sunrise! HELP, SOMEONE HELP HER! THOSE BAD COPS CAN'T TAKE OUR PRETTY MOONCHILD!"
"Don't you tell ME to pipe down and then start a hollerin like a banshee, ya cantankerous old nag..."
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Meanwhile, inside a desperate struggle continues while the concerned spectators watch:
Lady Cop steps over the fallen male cop and discharges the last of her ammo, determined to finally snare the troublesome woman. She sends one last shower of exploding spheres to entangle the fleeing Moonchild! (Luck roll, please Moonchild)
The Old Cop rushes around the other side of the sofa and makes a grab for Moonchild's shirt, but misses in his haste, fingers just brushing across her shoulder, harmlessly.
OOC: 12:40, Today: LoC rolled 5 using 1d10+1. Lady Cop/Old Cop initiative.
12:48, Today: Secret Roll: LoC rolled 11 using 1d20. Old Cop unarmed attack.
12:47, Today: LoC rolled 6 using 1d20. Lady Cop attacks (tangler).
This message was last edited by the GM at 18:51, Sun 22 Jan 2012.