"Maybe you will," Sara stared at Kevin. "And while she's talking to you, I'll try to sneak in."

"Alright, Alright." Gary said, trying to get everyone to calm down and stay focused. "Let's choose one person to just go up and ring the door bell and then run away. This way the others can get a good view of those wires. Then we can tell Edith what we learned. Also, we don't know what the others in the club house have found out. If she's a robot, then that means that she could be dangerous."

"You're Mom's dangerous..." Jimmy whispered under his breath, though it was clear that Gary didn't hear him.

Kevin's eyes widen a little in fear, and he's starting to shake his head to Sara's suggestion when Gary comes up with a sensible alternative. Still scary, but not as scary.

"Yeah, okay. Let's do… rock paper scissors, and pick someone to go up to ring the doorbell."

"Rock, Paper, Scissor says..." Jimmy got ready to hold out his hands.

OOC: Each character must yell "Shoot!" and then PM the Storyteller to tell the Storyteller whether or not they choose Rock, Paper or Scissor.

"Shoot!"

"And rude gestures automatically lose," Kevin adds with a slightly suspicious look at Jimmy.

Then he, too, yells "Shoot!"
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OOC: Storyteller will roll Random 1d3 for each NPC

1 = Paper

2 = Scissor

3 = Rock

OOC: 16:15, Today: Gary rolled 3 using 1d3.



"Shoot!" Gary yelled and he stuck out a rock

OOC: 16:17, Today: Jimmy rolled 1 using 1d3.



Jimmy stuck his hand out to show paper. Then, seeing that Kevin had showed rock and Gary had showed rock, Jimmy yelled out.

"Paper beats rock!" and then he slapped Kevin's hand and Jimmy's hand with his 'paper' palm. "I win!"
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"Oww!" Gary yelled, pulling back his hand from the slap. "That's doesn't count, Sara had scissor. And scissor beats rock."

"So what?" Jimmy countered. "Paper beats rock. And I beat two rocks with one paper. I win!"

"But Sara was showed scissor." Gary objected. "And scissor beats paper. So you lose."

"That just means that both of your rocks beat Sara's scissor." Jimmy said with a big smile on his face. "And then my big paper came around and slapped the shit out of you!!! Hahaah!" And with that he slapped Gary's hand again.

"Owww!!!" Gary yelled

"HAhahah! I win! I win!" Jimmy said and he did a little dance, sort of jig, moving his hips and arms in a celebration of his victory

Sara glowered for a moment... then, her face smoothed out. "Fine," she said blandly, almost succeeding in hiding her irritation. "You go and talk to the robot."

Kevin transitions more smoothly than Sara does, having already planned for just such an occurrence. He's instantly smiling cheerfully, and says, "Yeah, I agree, you won. You win, you get to ring the doorbell!"

"I was really gonna do it anyway. I just like playing paper, scissor rock." Jimmy said and he made his way out of the bushes and ran up to the front door. When he approached the house, he started to hesitate, the true nature of ringing the doorbell or knocking on the door of an evil robot-neighbor perhaps affecting his bravery.

"Can I tell you something? He's OK. But I just wish he wasn't such a jerk sometimes." Gary said to Kevin and Sara. It was clear that he wanted them to weigh in on Jimmy's behavior.

As he ducks into the hiding spot, just peeking out, Kevin gives a nod of agreement. "Yeah. Weird thing is, I don't think he means to be one. Sometimes it's really hard to think before you say stuff."

Rather than weigh in, Sara began making her way towards the back door, with an eye to sneaking in like she said she would. Not like they'd even see much from there...

As Sara made her way towards the house, she came across something in her path: It was rat. Ugly and fat. It had a long tail. Its small hands were held up to its mouth and it was nibbling on something with sharp teeth.

Separately, Kevin heard a sound next to him in the bushes. He spied a long rat tail. It protruded from the bush just a few inches next to him. There was a foul smell like something the rat was eating or the rat itself was rotten. It was a sweet, putrid smell. The kind of smell from a garbage can.

Stealth is no longer a consideration for Kevin. In that moment, he totally forgets everything that they were actually trying to do. He lets out a yelp of fear and jumps back out of the bushes, right into the open. Complete with commentary, "Ew, yuck, gross!"

Sara stopped in her tracks. Her first instinct was not so different from Kevin's... but then curiosity prevailed. She bent forward to take a closer look.