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| In-Game Thread: EXPLORING THE SUPPLY DEPOT. Posted by The GM. | Group: 0 |
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The auto-chef starts finishing preparing orders-- The Duke's is ready first. The auto-chef dings a little bell as the preparation of each dish is completed, and he (he has a little plastic mustache) places each on the counter facing his guests... | |||||
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"Yes, if you guys want to work on looking through supplies up on this level as well as replenishing our food stores, and maybe improving its quality, that would be a great use of our time. Just don't focus entirely on food though you guys. Look for medical supplies, blankets, and anything else that we are needing to replenish." Alyn said. He turned to face Pesky. "Well Mister Pesky? Here's a chance for you to show us some of your skills and to see me in the day of the life of Alyn. Care to escort me down to the next level to retrieve my hardware kit? It's been ordered, we just have to go pick it up as the conveyance system that normally would bring it here is broken down. I'm hoping you can help me scout and if we encounter anything dangerous, to show me some of your gun skills." | |||||
He walked toward the prepared food, taking it all in. He grabbed his pizza, walked to a nearby table, and began shoveling it into his mouth. After sucking down the whole pizza, he ran back to grab his cheesecake. He could eat it as they walked. | |||||
Alyn flagged over the robot guide though. "Robot guide? You come with me. I'd like you to guide me to where I can retrieve my ownership hardware for my Alynwalker. Or Doomwalker. Whatever." he commanded before taking a bite of his pizza. | |||||
For such a skinny man, he makes an impressive display of tasting every dish, all the while pouring copious amounts of mead down his throat. He is careful to pack some of each menu item that was ordered into the coolers that were once full of giant crab. In addition, basic foodstuffs such as butter and flour find their homes in the containers. He makes a cursory effort at locating the other items Alyn rudely ordered him to collect as if he were a manservant or valet. | |||||
(Ajakstu, roll Insightful, but subtract 1 point from your roll result.) Once they've eaten, the robot leads Alyn and Pesky through the corridors... (Pesky, roll Insightful, but then add 1 point to your roll result...) | |||||
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Plus the +1 you gave me for a total of 11. | |||||
19:17, Today: Ajakstu Gul rolled 6 using 2d6 with rolls of 4,2. Lackadaisacal Insight. And XP! | |||||
Pesky, you and Alyn are about to have a (different) unfortunate encounter-- but you will have a tactical advantage. Describe the area you're in when the unfortunate encounter starts, and explain why where you're standing will be advantageous.) | |||||
Sort of wandering through whatever aisles the crates create, with his eyes open for mants and their leavings. | |||||
There were several different colored lines running down the polished cement floor, presumably leading to different sections of the facility. The yellow line veered off onto its own path, aimed at a stairwell going up. The robot continued straight ahead, so they did as well. The robot slowed and turned right, following the blue path. He came to a halt facing a set of stairs heading down. "This way humans," the robot said. "Down the stairs." | |||||
Pesky heads down, so Alyn does as well. They descend for three floors' worth of stairs... but right near the bottom, Pesky hears something. He motions for Alyn to pause, and Pesky carefully squats down and takes a peek. The stairwell door is open, and Pesky sees a sight with which he's sadly very familiar: Green skin, roughly six feet tall, loud and smelly. RAIDERS. Alyn smells and hears them, and peeks too. Two of the three he sees wear a mishmash of armor from different eras and design sensibilities. Sometimes they speak their own language (lots of grunting and snarling), but they also seem to slip in a word or two in rudimentary English now and then-- "map" and "robot" and "loot." Two have nasty spiked clubs. One has some sort of simple rifle. The robot with Pesky and Alyn senses that something important is happening, and just waits to see what his guests will do or say next. Ajakstu is just finishing looking in a crate he's opened when two green fellows walk in-- about five feet tall, green skin, muscular, spiky clubs. They spot Ajakstu and grin and happily snarl something to themselves. They walk forward, clubs raised and ready... | |||||
"Get ready and we can take two of them at once," he said under his breath. He pulled down the rifle he had slung over his shoulder, aimed at the one with the rifle, and waited. "Tell me when you're ready," he said, pulling the scope up to his right eye. "Fuckers," he added, ready to kill them all. | |||||
"Ah, my friends! There you are!" He followed with a drinking motion. "I have endless mead, the likes of which you have never tasted! Too much for me, and definitely to potent for one of my frail build. Why don't you follow me and enjoy yourselves?" With that he casually skipped towards the doorway. 20:36, Today: Ajakstu Gul rolled 12 using 2d6+1 with rolls of 6,5. Charming . | |||||
The two brutes look at one another. "...What say?" one asks his fellow. "Says give drink." "Ah. Drink," nods the first brute. "Follow to drink. Then kill." "Unless far..." suggests the second brute. Then they drop into discussing things in their own language (lots of grunting and snarling). For now, though, they prepare to follow Ajakstu. This message was last edited by the GM at 15:59, Wed 17 May. | |||||
"Did I forget to mention that there is also food? You do not appear to be gourmands, but we can see if your unrefined palates can be educated." By the way, how was the food? | |||||
(The food was quite good, actually! Much better than what you've been eating lately.) | |||||
Humming a merry tune Ajakstu leads the pair to the kitchen facility. Making sure he is out of weapon reach, he occasionaly does a twirl to keep a wary eye on the miscreants. The bottled thicket has been made easily accessible, should it come to that. "Did I forget to mention that there is also food? You do not appear to be gourmands, but we can see if your unrefined palates can be educated." Ajakstu walks in on The Duke... who's still eating with, shall we say, much gusto. Ajakstu's two guests are alarmed by the sight of The Duke. "Big," observes one. "Too big. Kill fast," says the other, and they rush toward The Duke, spiked clubs raised... | |||||
ooc: 17:03, Today: The Duke rolled 12 using 2d6+1 with rolls of 6,5. Scary deathglare. | |||||
The Duke's deathglare does in fact somewhat intimidate Their initial attacks against him only do a bit of damage... (Even combined, their attacks injure The Duke only so that he loses just 1 health level.) This message was last edited by the GM at 15:50, Mon 22 May. | |||||
Pesky... the gun-scout hears briefly, except there was no noise. It was in his mind, and it was a gentle friendly voice that seemed awfully close to his new companion Alyn's somehow. If he turnes to face Alyn, the psion silently puts a finger up to his lips motioning him to stay quiet but gives a knowing nod and a wink. Pesky...you feel a gentle psychic pressure that can only be best described as a purring cat mixed with velvet knocking on the mental door to your mind. The presence belongs to Alyn, and the man is making no attempt to be deceitful and instead is being extremely gentle about it actually. He is asking if he can establish mental contact with you of your own free will. Mechanically, this will allow him to use telepathy on you without having to initially roll to try and force his way inside. FYI...he already has established psychic contact with the rest of the party and so far everyone is normal. Well, their normal crazy selves, anyway lol. But practically, we're not a pvp group and anything he's done funky with them has player consent (heck, Duke's player sometimes proactively asks me to do stuff to his character even lol). Mainly, this allows allows him to freely use telepathy (which for PCs I only ever use for communication only) across any distance, and ensures he can communicate back and forth silently with you while you're travelling with us. In a case like this, we can communicate silently if we need to make plans against enemies. Do you consent to his attempt at making psychic contact with you? Cus if so no roll needed it just happens and then we can communicate mentally. As a player, I'll never mind-fuck you without your consent first. Like when Duke's player asked me to use it to help draw duke back from his rampage earlier. | |||||
He felt it more than he heard it. Once he realized it was Alyn, he spun his head to stare at him. Pesky finished listening to Alyn's request, and despite some very clear reservations, nodded his assent. | |||||
With that he throws a knife at the smaller of the pair attacking The Duke. 16:53, Today: Ajakstu Gul rolled 10 using 2d6+2 with rolls of 2,6. Knife. |
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