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This times 100. I think it's been six months of real time since we rolled dice of any consequence. In many other games if there's nothing to find the GM will just say the party searches X rooms, giving their description, until something interesting or of consequence comes up.
Allie's eyes start to glaze over as she peers into room 4 and sees telescopes. Only telescopes. The boredom sets in so fast and so hard that she can't even work up a quip. She just turns and keeps going. "And only the work of one of this mini-building geeks in here," she chirps at the room of models. "Man they don't even have cool guys with big shoulders and laser guns. Maybe they stored those in another room." Seeing nothing to either shoot, loot, or make fun of, Wraith continues in her search, large pistol still held at the ready.
Since we have no clues as to which room might be advantageous to search first/next, I'd suggest the GM assume we explore rooms as we come to them, rolling random if it matters which room to enter first. No one seems to be taking the lead and making decisions on which way to go. Kat is backing up the lead individuals, so she would just follow whichever way they go. This.
Ah! Okay, I hope everyone is better and healthy again. If you need to take some time to focus on that then by all means. I'd say just Push more. Like, if we've searched an empty area just ASSUME that, yes, we want to go to another area. Even better is, if one room is empty and the other room has something interesting, then in one post tell us that one room is empty but we find something interesting in the next room. It's not like we'll search one boring room and then decide to leave to go to Boston and open up a bar full of fancy characters and funny booze drinks. I still wouldn't mind longer posts from the GM, though. When I see big posts I want to respond in kind. Yes, please do describe what we find as we keep searching. Please don't stop until there is something that you know we'd want to spend more time on.
Wraith had spent a goodly amount of time with the corpse of Lou. She'd seen dead people, yeah, lots of times. Lots and lots of times. Lots and lots and LOTS of times. But this was a piece of her history that was gone. Death, taxes, and Lou, that's how it had always been, so seeing him gone really hit her. In her own time she rouses herself and trails behind the others. Without any action materializing much of the thrill had left. "Natch on that, Grace. If this stuff was collected by aliens, and right now I'd need something proving otherwise to disbelieve, it would be in line to just collect one of -everything- to catalog later. Oooo!" She squeals, seeing more jewelry for the taking. She carts a few boxes into the morgue room so she can look for valuables more effectively.
"Hey! Lou! I found Lou!" she calls out to everybody, breaking the on-mission reverence of the atmosphere. "Here's his ID!" Wraith starts going up and down the rows of corpses looking for Lou. Now that she knows where the sidewalk ends starts to bring closure, but she feels she needs to see the body to know for sure. "Imma make sure to find his body. We...we owe him that much. Besides, I've seen too many people up and walking around when they should be taking the dirt nap. *snort* Myself included."
"Hey all," Wraith calls out, "this isn't very normal. Right? Like, someone gets dead, they usually have, like, gunshots, or stab wounds, or a large amount of drug usage signs. But this? This guy, the guard, he looks like a stand up guy, from his picture on that desk, who just plain ain't breathing. Anyone else wanna cut one open to see what's inside? Alright, well, let's scan about the rest of the rooms but if it happens that we should've chopped all their feet off so that they couldn't rise up and eat our brains, Imma give you guys the biggest 'I told you so'." With other rooms to investigate, and possibly steal from, Wraith gives off her instinct to start cutting feet off and follows the comforting hum of Snoop into the next room.
"Out of nothing at ALL--wait what?" Wraith says as Mick suddenly destroys her world. "They, what? Who...who would do that? Like, whoa, I love me some classical music too but I don't think I'd clone Beeth-Oven." "I think you got the right of it, Salvo," she states, looking at the ominous black walls. "This is totally weird. But, like, we gotta see it through this time. And no," she says, tapping her temple, "brought my own eyesight. But I got more to share, if anyone else needs. Alright, we didn't get dressed up for nothing. Let's do this. Idunno where to start, so, let's just start left and go from there," she says, "But first, Imma search the desk. Just in case." Wraith walks over to the desk gives it a good once-over.
"Making Loo-OOOVE, out of nothing at all!" Wraith sings along with the most famous Air Supply song. Obviously she has been taken over by the aliens evil mind control. Or she has bad taste in music. No longer seeing a need for stealth, she takes out the desert eagle and checks its load. Seeing the rounds ready and the laser site neatly scoped in makes her smile. "Ya may as well pull out her big stick, Kat. The hall is rented, the band is struck, and it's just about dance time," she says, getting ready for...whatever is coming up next. "Let's see this through. For Lou."
Wraith plays along with Stringer's line and ignores the prattle coming the guards' pie hole. With great formality she walks up to Creighton. "Everything is in order, Mr. Stringer," she states, going stony faced and taking a respectful stance behind him. Because if she's the one that just owned the guards, and THIS is the guy that she bows to, that's gotta be an important guy right there, right? She waits patiently for the elevators.
Allie could see Mick's play. She knew what he was going for. They all did. It was a good plan, about to be strongly executed. It was just the wrong time. Wrong time, wrong place. Anywhere else.... And Salvo was going to reinforce. Good boy. But wrong time. We needed to turn a flank. The security guards she understood. She'd been in their shoes countless times. She'd known the dreky hours, the dreky pay, the stupid flash 304 inspections that not only check your paperwork, but also measure your security protocol to see if what you do actually -does- anything. If she had all the money they'd docked because she failed a 304 because the company had a drek system? She wouldn't need this job now. Time to make something happen. While Mick and Salvo engage the guards' attention, Wraith blends into the shadows. She ducks low, out of the desk-jockeys' sight, and scoots past the metal detector. It's not hard, they can't screw the things into the wall because then the very screws they use would set it off and ruin it. So they need to leave a gap in the wall. It's all she needs.
Assuming that worked, Allie pops up, past the metal detectors. Now, do these guys do 304s?
Yep. Most likely. "Whoa," she says, popping up past the detectors. "You guys are gonna fail your 304s. Unless you let Mako through, then maybe we'll over look this."
Wraith opens up the door of the car Pearl passed out in. She ducks in and leans over the heavily inebriated form. She peels open one eyelid. "Oh hello? Wakey wakey eggs and bakey. If you show literally some non-zero amount of life I promise we can stop for coffee so strong it'll kill a rhino, take his woman, and declare itself dictator of a small third-world country. Then we'll go kill more stuff. So good times ahead."
Allie nods in acknowledgment. "You win this round old man!" she declares, quoting the famous line. 'Ah man, it's almost like I never get to slaughter a bunch of unarmed people who happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. It's almost as if people don't actually LIKE it when that happens!' "Should we just huddle 'em all in the caddie?"
"Ya got legs, don't ya?" Wraith shouts back at the uppity guard. She makes sure everyone knows about the light machine gun then starts looking around for a spare tire. "Ya got that right, Stringer. Nature is for chumps. Anyone, no matter who is driving what where, ya, someone should fix that flat." Then she gives everyone a hand signal. It's a hand signal everyone knows. It's the signal that says, 'We're better off with no witnesses. These guys could tell on us and put our lives in danger. They should be eliminated. I'll do it.' Good thing she's learned to give this signal -before- she just starts shooting.
"Alright, that's better," Allie says as she secures the firearms. "Now I feel better about our place in the world."
Having relieved the corp people of their guns, she then sees if any of them have any valuables that also need relieving. ("It's all for the cause, chummer.") Then she walks over to the security car and gives it a good searching. Opening doors, checking the trunk, looking for keys, the usual.
Having relieved the corp people of their guns, she then sees if any of them have any valuables that also need relieving. ("It's all for the cause, chummer.") Then she walks over to the security car and gives it a good searching. Opening doors, checking the trunk, looking for keys, the usual.
Everyone is good on hit points? No one needs 2 points of healing? My next target is that security car that the GM mentioned. Do we want to frisk these guys, or do we think that we have everything we need from them? (If we do frisk them, I'm fine to cover, but my Perception is crap so I need someone else to do it. =)
*Squee!* "1dromeda!" A headlong rush of hair and chrome darts toward you, enveloping you in a great bearhug. "1dromeda! How ya been!?!?!?!?" Wraith gets down two clean-ish glasses and pours two Chernobyl Cherries, for old time's sake. Oh man, that game was THE. BEST! I don't know if you remember that first scene, the one at the office tower. I got up there with climbing claws and the WHOLE gang was there. Oh man that was EPIC. I went back and re-read that whole game recently. The GM was so great. I was sad when it died when the GM ghosted. I, uh, I guess they tried to get the gang back together, but I was on my First Hiatus. (I was changing jobs. It's was a wild time.) Of note, it was that exposure to IZ that finally made me realize what a pile of drek the rules for Shadowrun are. I mean, they're on their, like, 5th ed or so and the rules are never anything but a pile of hot mess. (There's some article I kept flashing around. It made an example over the convoluted swimming rules of SR. It made a good point.) SR is one of those game that has AMAZING lore...but crap rules and execution. Much like Battletech. Balls, FASA, hire some outside professionals to streamline this drek! (I think that's why HBS's SR video games did so well. Easy rules that were handled by the computer!) But, yeah, Interface Zero is so awesome. I don't know why that setting doesn't get more love.
Allie looks compassionately at Pearl. "You'll live through this, kid. It'll take more than this to put you down, an' I imagine you've gotten through worse, amirite? I mean, you'd be better off with a little chrome," Wraith pauses to lightly tap her chest, "but nobody's perfect. Sleep it off. I highly recommend it." Wraith moves up, examining the recent battlefield. It looks like something important still needs to be seen to. Wraith collects all the weapons from everyone employed by the corp. If they dropped them, that's fine. If they still have them, they're gonna give 'em up, one way or another. "Nuthin' personal chummers, just biz. I don't wanna get popped before we get this all squared."
"You look like s#%&, Pearl," Wraith says blandly, leaning against the car. She leans forward and sniffs her. "And you smell like bourbon. I mean, so do I, so that's not really a demerit." "What?" she says to any stares at her appearance. "I didn't pick the name 'Wraith' out of a hat, you know. I got up from my nap and I've been following you since the bar. I was hoping you'd draw out the bad guys and I was keeping back to make sure nothing went wrong. I came running when I heard gunshots, and it doesn't look like anyone I like died, so good job. Anyone hurt?" she asks, pointing to a red-crossed fanny pack. If anyone requires medical attention, Wraith lends a hand.
"What are those things!?!" Wraith screams in surprise and alarm. "Snakes that wanna bite you, that seems normal. Dead bodies, that's normal. But white worms the size of New York rats? NOT. Normal. Um, yeah, Mick, let's back up a step and get to a bottleneck." Wraith let's off a quick double-tap before following Mick out quick.
"Go slow, be cautious, and if you start acting funny again I might have to zap you. I'd expect you to do the same, for the record. Stringer, do you have a PA on Snoop? If not, show us a signal to warn of danger ahead. Like a wiggle or barrel roll, I don't know."
"We don't know why the limbs are there, Jules," Wraith says as they trudge back to the Trail Of Limbs. "But I'm not leaving here until either an entire SWAT team lead by the governor get here and swear that they believe everything now and they're gonna fix this all...or we find Lou. Dead, alive, Dead Or Alive, whateves, but we're going through the bad bush until I can drag his carcass out, whatever condition it may be."
So, Mick, my plan is still to blast a path through them body parts so they can't, like, grab us and do things to us. At least not on the first meeting. I'll do it one stick at a time. That wiz?"[/b] "When we come to the floor-of-limbs, we'll stand back, and I'll toss one stick at the nearest limbs. That should clear a space for us to walk in. Then I'll do it again five feet in, then another five feet, so we can pass through them without them getting all grabby. This stomach is tough. I think it can take it." Wraith checks her Eagle, making sure it has a full mag. When addressed by Mick she stops, still looking down. "No worries, Hammond," she says, returning names. "You don't hafta worry about me. If you gotta taze me, I won't hold it against you." Then she looks up at him, peering through her patchwork hair. "And I promise to return the favor." She winks.
It still has a blast radius and there's a DC in the SRD It was minimal damage. No real serious in game injuries. Okay, I'm sorry, it has been quite some time since I've played 3.0 so there might be something obvious that I just don't understand, and it seems like this might come up again so it may be important that we get all clear on this. A single unit of dynamite only has a 5 ft burst radius. I understand it has a DC, but I thought, and I may be wrong, but it seemed that that is only called for when inside the burst radius, and I tried to be careful to make sure we were outside of that. If I'm wrong about something, I need to be corrected. Also, yes, I understand we're in an enclosed area, but with only a blast radius of 5ft, that doesn't seem so large as to bounce off walls.
"Okay. Chill," Wraith nods at Stringer and Pearl, agreeing with their idea. "Guard the rear. If we need help we'll just scream real loud. And the dynamite already blitzed the limbs a good one, so we already know it doesn't make them happy. If a little bit doesn't do it, I'll just use more and see what happens. Can't make omelets without breaking a few jars of mayo. You got the right of it, Mick. Other than explosives, we can't really count on much else. They might have biological rules that are completely removed from our understanding of such things. Just like the Loch Ness Monster. So, Mick, my plan is still to blast a path through them body parts so they can't, like, grab us and do things to us. At least not on the first meeting. I'll do it one stick at a time. That wiz?"
"I'm frosty with whateves," Wraith says, looking around. "You wanna get sunny-side and see what the chips say, that's wiz by me. I don't think much is gonna come of it, but if Lou ain't dead by now, I don't see how a little bit longer is gonna hurt him none. But I got a feeling it's gonna get MORE scary before it gets less. So screw thy courage to the sticking place... ...YES I've read a book." Wraith sticks her tongue out.
"Doe, a deer, a female deer. Ray, a drop of golden sun...." "Frag!" she exclaims, her brain finally re-wiring the connection to the mouth. Naturally vulgarity is the first thing to come out. To not would just be weird. "That was the first time we traded bullets, the only reason I didn't plug you this time is because I have no clue what is going on any more." Wraith snorts. "You wouldn't be the first, chummer. And those limbs wouldn't've been an issue if you'd'a let me blow 'em up. And I wouldn't worry about structural integrity. It's under thousands of tons of dirt and road and dirt roads and it's still standing strong, so an itty-bitty boom-boom ain't gonna hurt no nevermind. Also the tunnel is now a giant alien stomach-intestine that's impervious to bullets. So there's that. Yeah it's a massacre, Stringer. That's what happens when aliens decide to get serious. And even with all these bodies we still ain't found our friend. We owe it to him to turn back around and find him. I don't know why y'all are insisting to go to the cops. This is gonna be like the Chinese invasion of Russia. No one is coming."
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