(I've said it before but I'll say it again... it's hard to argue with a result of 12...)

That's two more down... One left...

(Scorch Scale's turn...)

Scorch Scale wasn't going to let himself get shown up. Keeping in mind the people he was defending, Scorch Scale walked right up to the robot, grabbed its head and let out a plume of precise flames to overheat whatever was powering it.

It's clobbering time!
17:19, Today: Scorch Scale rolled 14 using 2d6+2 ((6,6)).

You hit extra hard
You avoid collateral damage

It's also hard to argue against a 14. Way to waste a good roll on a weak moment, virtual random number generator.
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(Still, that was awesome)

Every rivet and bolt on the robot popped out and/or melted. It fell apart like it had never been welded nor soldered in any way.

A small circular object about the size and shape of a quarter rolled out of the torso, and the man in the black suit picked it up. "Hey, this is a turbo-magnetic diode mini-transistor-- it normally takes hours with a full set of tools to remove one of these once it's installed," he says. "This could be useful later..."

The destruction of the robots was so inspiring, even Scraps felt able to stand up and walk on his own, even though he was still just a little lightheaded.

(Scraps may now act normally, except that his -1 ongoing will last a little longer...)

The man in the black suit opens the door ahead of you, and you head up a flight of stairs...

"All right, we're on the ground floor now," he says. "And the important thing is to make sure..."

He stops talking, just staring straight ahead.

"The important thing is...?" Gil prodded, following the man's gaze to see what had caught his eye.

Scraps followed along, sniffing at everything.

OOP. What caught the man's eye was that a hidden panel had slid open on the wall over there, and a screen showed a sort of hypnowheel...



(Each of you make a Confident check to resist the hypnowheel. Goodwill, you (and Scraps, still mentally exhausted from his ordeal of heavy concentration in the laser-eye hallway) get -1.)

Goodwill rolled 6 using 2d6 ((3,3)).

Had he not been exhausted, Goodwill might have just barely resisted the hypno-wheel... but tired as he was, he fell prey to its influence.

Confident
23:09, Today: Scorch Scale rolled 9 using 2d6 ((5,4))

Rage ability to 10 this?

Scorch Scale saw the pattern, it was getting to the human part of his mind, it might affect this dragon half - not that it would ever admit to such.
He wasn't going to let this pattern get to him.

- rolled 4 using 2d6 with rolls of 3,1.  Confidence .


Scraps stood beside Goodwill, and looked at the pretty picture.
He looked at it.

          Look at it.

                    Look.  A pretty picture.


                                 Look.


                                             Look at it.


                                                                        Loooooook.

(I will allow you to use Rage to kick it up to 10...

...I think Drocan will NOT try to take control of you immediately... he'll bide his time... So you don't have to roll for control against him yet...)

(Scorch Scale uses some of Drocan's power to resist the hypnowheel image on the screen, but he's also aware that Drocan might challenge him for control of the body at any time.

For now, however, Drocan seems to be biding his time and waiting for a more perfect moment.)

Scorch Scale, alone, is able to resist the hypnowheel image.

So it is he and he alone who realizes that the floor has started acting like a moving sidewalk or conveyor belt, moving everyone toward a panel that has slid open in the wall...

He has time to move everyone off of it, though, and put them over to the side where the floor isn't moving under their feet...

Scorch Scale looked around, hoping to find out if the screen could be damaged without sending an alarm to Coaster, or if something could cover his companions eyes, as he had limited knowledge of the techniques involved.

(Hm. Roll Insightful.)

Insight
23:16, Today: Scorch Scale rolled 5 using 2d6+1 ((2,2)).

Oops

(Scorch Scale takes 1 new xp and takes -1 forward from general confusion/befuddlement.)

Honestly, nothing brilliant occurs to him. Scorch Scale is gonna have to try something without the benefit of clever insight.

Are the surroundings closed off? Scorch Scale might take 5 if he can and recover.

(You can always go back the way you came... Would you move your companions, though? (Scraps is easy, but Goodwill is heavy when he's not flying))

Scorch Scale will have to try, he wants to heal, but he ain't a coward.

(He's gonna try... what, exactly...?)

Dragging Goodwill along the floor by his arms?

(Just checking.)

About halfway through Scorch Scale dragging Goodwill away, Goodwill starts to come out of it.

(Scraps can also wake up, and you will be able to gently wake the man in the black suit.

Everyone who wakes up should be careful not to look directly at the hypnowheel again right away...)

"What the heck was that?" Goodwill asked, shaking his head. The world had started to spin and then... what had happened? He started to turn back in the direction of the hypno-wheel, but thought better of it at the last instant.

"Someone give me something I can throw at that," he said. Playing baseball, he'd been an all-state pitcher in high school. That was before his powers developed and he dropped out of the game, but he still had an excellent throwing arm. He could hit that target with one hand tied. "I'll knock it out from here."

Scraps was having the most wonderful dream, about a very pretty picture spinning and moving.
It was very pretty.

He looked around to see if it was still nearby.
It was so pretty, he wanted to watch it all day.   It was almost as dreamy as that flying pup on Paw Patrol.

Oh, oh.  He got so excited when he looked over there and saw it again ... he started to bark, but forgot, as he looked at the prreeetttyy ppiiccttttuuurrrrr_........

Scorch Scale sees the pup completely stop in its tracks, and without looking at the screen, covers the pups eyes.

"About that, I didn't exactly find any objects to smash it while I was looking to cover it.
If we're just smashing, I could just burn up the screen and tell you it's a-OK." The dragon proposed. He gestured with a thumb back to where the danger was.
"Besides, we need to be aware, I think there were traps to exploit our drooling state of a daze."

"Burn it, then." Goodwill said with a nod. "Whatever gets it done is okay with me."