This thread is for the adventures of Violet Valkyrie, the First Lady of the Unknown!

Above the screech of your electric saw you hear the shrill whistle of your tea pot. With unparalleled grace you deposit your saw on the work bench, remove your goggles, and fix your hair.

Sauntering over to the opposite counter, you see the light purple phone line on which you receive emergency calls from official authorities. The shrill noise it made ringing when they gave it to you displeased you almost as much as the plain black casing had before you painted it, so you disabled its ringer and hooked it up to an electric tea kettle. That way, whenever you were forced to respond to an emergency, you got to first enjoy a fresh cup of tea.

Now the tea is poured, but the phone has not yet been answered.

I pick up the phone. "Violet Valkyrie Speaking." And then, of course, take a sip of tea with the mouthpiece facing away.

Through the phone you can hear the sounds of panic. Cries of terrified frustration and frantic running about, even the harsh wail of sirens. But the primary voice that came over the phone seemed to be forcing himself into a calm and polite voice, just as you'd told him to the last time you'd hung up on him.You recognize the man speaking as Culbert Olson, the Governor of California.

"Good morning, Mrs. Valkyrie. I hope you're doing well today. If it's not too terribly much trouble, do you think you might be able to make the drive up to Los Angeles today? We're...well we're in a bit of a pickle up here, I guess and we sure would appreciate it if you could take a look at it for us."

"I haven't taken a drive in a while. I believe that can be arranged for you. What information about your situation can you supply me with? A lady must always be prepared."

There's some muttering on the other end of the phone. Finally, Governor Olson hisses a sharp "HUSH!" and returns to the line.

"It appears that the inhabitants of a hotel on Sunset Boulevard have been...altered...At some point around 9:00am this morning I'm told that they all suddenly became very violent...Chimpanzee's. We have cordoned off the building, but our best experts are flummoxed as to how to reverse the process. And we can't get into the building to find out how it was done in the first place without being attacked by the mutated hotel guests.'

"I will be there shortly. Please make arrangements for me in town and continue to keep all citizens away from the area." I hang up, grab my equipment, and use my wings to fly to the outside of the hotel.

When you really go all out your jet wings can travel at roughly 400mph. You find yourself hovering near the Heston Resort and Hotel in no time. Several of the windows are busted out at the higher levels, and true to the Governor's word, there's a barricade around the perimeter manned by the LAPD.

I fly a safe distance from the building around it looking for any differences in between the rooms of the building.

Most of the floors look the same, like an incredibly fancy building in a tiny war zone.

Give me a Notice Check.

13:16, Today: Violet Valkyrie rolled 17 using 1d20+10.  Notice Check.

While the top floor of the building looks like all the others, you realize that the three floors under it seem to have all had mattresses and bed frames backed up against every window. Someone doesn't want you to see into these floors.

Your focus is broken by a Chimpanzee in a sundress throwing a sink out of a top floor window at you.

22:38, Today: GM rolled 26 using 1d20+6.  Chimp Flinging a Sink.

Give me a D.C. 25 toughness save.
This message was last edited by the GM at 03:40, Fri 22 Feb 2019.

22:43, Today: Violet Valkyrie rolled 14 using 1d20+10 ((4)).

Out of game: Also, I said SAFE distance, you bitch.