Icons Issue 1 : Withdrawal Symptoms

Banjo

Necro wrote: »

OOC: Oh thank God. DP point it is.

And all I wanted was a shower

OOC : You narrated yourself into this situation! You called the Code Brown! You could just cut to you turning up at the table in "Later" congratulating yourself on how much easier than you thought that would have been it was! Don't try to pin this on the game.

So - which of your qualities are you leveraging to enhance your unclogging potential?
If you prefer to build a robotic toilet snake, roll intelligence vs Difficulty 3 to build one in the lab but beware! A massive success (+5 or higher) will make the toilet snake self aware, it may require counseling. Score a -4 or higher and the toilet will come alive and rampage around the base.

Baggly

Banjo wrote: »

OOC : You narrated yourself into this situation! You called the Code Brown! You could just cut to you turning up at the table in "Later" congratulating yourself on how much easier than you thought that would have been it was! Don't try to pin this on the game.

So - which of your qualities are you leveraging to enhance your unclogging potential?
If you prefer to build a robotic toilet snake, roll intelligence vs Difficulty 3 to build one in the lab but beware! A massive success (+5 or higher) will make the toilet snake self aware, it may require counseling. Score a -4 or higher and the toilet will come alive and rampage around the base.

OOC: That massive failure scenario is genuinely the plot to an episode of Danger Mouse.

Necro

Banjo wrote:

So - which of your qualities are you leveraging to enhance your unclogging potential? If you prefer to build a robotic toilet snake, roll intelligence vs Difficulty 3 to build one in the lab but beware! A massive success (+5 or higher) will make the toilet snake self aware, it may require counseling. Score a -4 or higher and the toilet will come alive and rampage around the base.

OOC: Intelligence? Oh God I have no stat for intelligence :eek:

Baggly

Necro wrote: »

OOC: Intelligence? Oh God I have no stat for intelligence :eek:

OOC: You have 5 intellect....

Banjo

Using parts scavenged from the dumpster behind NPC World, a plunger and some gosh-by-golly hero-style gumption, Squirramorph assembles a robotic toilet snake in the lab - it slithers past her, hesitates a moment and then does battle with it's fecal foe. There is much splashing, slurping, thrashing, a vile sucking noise and then silence. The snake's head - a repurposed optical mouse, now riddled with cracks and brown sludge - pokes over the bowl. It's harsh, synthetic voice bubbles out of its fractured carapace.
"Mo-ther..... Clean, Mo-ther.... Make mo-ther proud...make mo-thaaaaAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.... *pop*"
It disappears around the u-bend, slurped up by the Septic Tank emptying pump.

Necro

Banjo wrote:

Using parts scavenged from the dumpster behind NPC World, a plunger and some gosh-by-golly hero-style gumption, Squirramorph assembles a robotic toilet snake in the lab - it slithers past her, hesitates a moment and then does battle with it's fecal foe. There is much splashing, slurping, thrashing, a vile sucking noise and then silence. The snake's head - a repurposed optical mouse, now riddled with cracks and brown sludge - pokes over the bowl. It's harsh, synthetic voice bubbles out of its fractured carapace. "Mo-ther..... Clean, Mo-ther.... Make mo-ther proud...make mo-thaaaaAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.... *pop*" It disappears around the u-bend, slurped up by the Septic Tank emptying pump.

'Noooooo, Charlie!!!'

Squiramorph sighs again. Another septic tank drainage charge. Who knew being a domesticated hero would come with such costs!

She locks the door of the bathroom behind her and cleans herself up.

Fourier

Indigo lies in the danger room on his back. If that had been a real fight, without the peerless Plasma Squirrel, his life would have been forfeit.

He sits up and sighs. "Gotta train more, but no time for that now..."

He heads to the study and has a look around.

Banjo

OOC : I should be very clear - training in the danger room has no stat-based benefit. The room basically has no function at all, other than to fuel Pter's base jones, unless we get into a second season and I need to do some Holodeck episodes to introduce new characters or situations I can't otherwise justify. Well, I mean I can only send you on a rescue mission to the Wild West planet or the-whole-universe-is-Ancient-Rome Dimension once really before it gets obvious! Anyway, I digress - Shelly failed a strength roll and has to move fast....


As the fourth bucket of battered mechanical reclamations slides down her gullet the insistent gurgle in her lower belly has become a deafening roar - while she may be able to resist the call to adventure Shelly cannot deny the call of nature. She stands up abruptly, banging her fearsome thighs on the table and toppling the various cartilaginous carafes, spilling bones and connective tissue all over the table and through Craig. He looks down and sees the Rooster Receptacle and it's grisly cargo sail through where he's supposed to be and has a moment of clarity - he doesn't remember his parents, growing up, his first kiss, where he works... only Shelly. He holds his hand up to his face.

"Tony Jnr! I....I..." and then he's gone.
"Craig....?" Tony Jnr mewls as his stepfather disappears. Too late he cries after him "DAD!" and then feels the hands clawing up his leg, tugging gently at first but becoming more and more forceful. He has time for a brief "NO!" before he's dragged into the floor and is no more, leaving an empty booth strewn with bones, buckets and batter.

Shelly arrives at the cubicle safely and is relieved to find that while there was sound, there has as yet been no fury.

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

Indigo lies in the danger room on his back. If that had been a real fight, without the peerless Plasma Squirrel, his life would have been forfeit.

He sits up and sighs. "Gotta train more, but no time for that now..."

He heads to the study and has a look around.

Like the rest of the Fortress, the study is a concrete wound gouged into the earth with harsh florescent lighting. The cave is dominated by racks of equipment studded with dials and buttons and lights, tangled webs of interconnecting wires strung between them and across the roof, reel-to-reels spinning back and forth. A desk sits in the middle of the room with a single terminal on it with a keyboard, 2 - count em! 2! - floppy disk ports and a screen that currently displays a very unhappy face.

"I beg your pardon sir" - you recognise the voice as that of R.U.P.E.R.T. - "but while we endeavour to accommodate all guests to the best of our meagre abilities, I do not believe you have been permitted entry to the Study. I must insist that you not touch anything, and please make your way to la cantina - I fear the nachos will not survive a third heating."

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

"I beg your pardon sir" - you recognise the voice as that of R.U.P.E.R.T. - "but while we endeavour to accommodate all guests to the best of our meagre abilities, I do not believe you have been permitted entry to the Study. I must insist that you not touch anything, and please make your way to la cantina - I fear the nachos will not survive a third heating."

"I won't touch anything Rupert, I just came to ask you a few things, is that permitted?"

Baggly

Plas enters the study to retrieve a report from the terminal.

'Oh hello Indigo. This area is off limit to unescorted guests, but if you were looking to check your email I can arrange that. I'm just going to ask Rupert to retrieve all the data the police have on the gang we fought today, ahead of us all sitting down to talk in the cantina'

'Rupert can you retrieve all police data on the candle themed gang we encountered today?

Necro

Having showered seemingly without any interference or repercussions, Squiramorph dresses again and makes for the kitchen for some much needed food.

She nods at anyone who may be currently there, before mumbling between mouthfuls:

'I'll be in the lab if anyone needs anything, just needed to freshen up.'

She leaves the main house and enters her lab, going through the usual security protocols to keep R.U.P.E.R.T. happy.

Nebelwerfer

Randy, at this point, has eaten even the most scorched remnants of nachos and is wondering if any more will be served.

Baggly

OOC: Banjo i think ill be rolling for the info i requested from Rupert?

sKeith

Banjo wrote: »

OOC : I should be very clear - training in the danger room has no stat-based benefit. The room basically has no function at all, other than to fuel Pter's base jones, unless we get into a second season and I need to do some Holodeck episodes to introduce new characters or situations I can't otherwise justify. Well, I mean I can only send you on a rescue mission to the Wild West planet or the-whole-universe-is-Ancient-Rome Dimension once really before it gets obvious! Anyway, I digress - Shelly failed a strength roll and has to move fast....


As the fourth bucket of battered mechanical reclamations slides down her gullet the insistent gurgle in her lower belly has become a deafening roar - while she may be able to resist the call to adventure Shelly cannot deny the call of nature. She stands up abruptly, banging her fearsome thighs on the table and toppling the various cartilaginous carafes, spilling bones and connective tissue all over the table and through Craig. He looks down and sees the Rooster Receptacle and it's grisly cargo sail through where he's supposed to be and has a moment of clarity - he doesn't remember his parents, growing up, his first kiss, where he works... only Shelly. He holds his hand up to his face.

"Tony Jnr! I....I..." and then he's gone.
"Craig....?" Tony Jnr mewls as his stepfather disappears. Too late he cries after him "DAD!" and then feels the hands clawing up his leg, tugging gently at first but becoming more and more forceful. He has time for a brief "NO!" before he's dragged into the floor and is no more, leaving an empty booth strewn with bones, buckets and batter.

Shelly arrives at the cubicle safely and is relieved to find that while there was sound, there has as yet been no fury.

Fifteen minutes later Shelly exits the stall, washes up, then exits the toilet facilities and proceeds to exit out on to the street and breathes in a huge gulp of the fresh air and is glad of the refreshingly cooler air out here than in the tiny stall. She walks slowly alone the pavement, taking care not to step on the cracks between paves.

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

"I won't touch anything Rupert, I just came to ask you a few things, is that permitted?"

"Of course - ask away! Though please allow that not all questions have answers that are appropriate for one with mere guest clearance - I apologise in advance. Oh - excuse me sir,"

Pter wrote: »

Plas enters the study to retrieve a report from the terminal.
...
'Rupert can you retrieve all police data on the candle themed gang we encountered today?

OOC : 1 DP spent activating quality "The Squirrelcomputer's data tap" for insight. Note, typically this would come out of your Team DP pool but since no one chipped in you're paying for it yourself - same difference in the end.

R.U.P.E.R.T.'s screen clears, a blur of characters scrolling by, the room filling with the sound of a digital cat being strangled.

After a few minutes, the staccato, hammering buzz of a dot matrix printer in the corner suggests that he's retrieved the requested documents.

A quick skim shows that the information the police have on the Loomies is limited. Despite grand beginnings in the city's formative years, they're currently one of the smaller gangs in the Skillet, controlling not much more than a single street - the Avenue Sapora di Balena near the docklands. Their typical activities are limited to petty thuggery and theft, there's very little on the scale of what happened today. In fact most of their income comes from legitimate business - their suspected leader, a Mr Sean D'Olier, has been subjected to multiple IRS audits in recent years, with the conclusion being that the companies he is alleged to have set up are not fronts or shells, he's genuinely manufacturing, distributing and selling oils and luxury candles for the aromatherapy industry, with some possibly distasteful but definitely legal accounting practices maximising returns but nothing that would raise any suspicion other than that he seems to be trying to obfuscate or dissociate himself from this legitimate success. Notes on the file suggest that if anything the groups lesser criminal activities are lip service to the gangs past as they attempt to gentrify themselves and get out from under the thumb of The Kaiser, but that this scaling back has, according to an unnamed source, not been popular within the gang.

OOC : Plasma Squirrel and Squirramorph would be aware that Keyser "the Kaiser" Brodkin heads up the New Foundrymen, probably the largest of the Skillet's gangs, following a successful hostile takeover of the ironworker's union by his bakers' guild.

A daylight robbery this overt is out of character for the Luminary Fellowship, and there's no mention of them using tech gauntlets in the past. The last few pages of the report are unreadable walls of garbage characters.

Baggly

Banjo wrote: »

"Of course - ask away! Though please allow that not all questions have answers that are appropriate for one with mere guest clearance - I apologise in advance. Oh - excuse me sir,"




OOC : 1 DP spent activating quality "The Squirrelcomputer's data tap" for insight. Note, typically this would come out of your Team DP pool but since no one chipped in you're paying for it yourself - same difference in the end.

R.U.P.E.R.T.'s screen clears, a blur of characters scrolling by, the room filling with the sound of a digital cat being strangled.

After a few minutes, the staccato, hammering buzz of a dot matrix printer in the corner suggests that he's retrieved the requested documents.

A quick skim shows that the information the police have on the Loomies is limited. Despite grand beginnings in the city's formative years, they're currently one of the smaller gangs in the Skillet, controlling not much more than a single street - the Avenue Sapora di Balena near the docklands. Their typical activities are limited to petty thuggery and theft, there's very little on the scale of what happened today. In fact most of their income comes from legitimate business - their suspected leader, a Mr Sean D'Olier, has been subjected to multiple IRS audits in recent years, with the conclusion being that the companies he is alleged to have set up are not fronts or shells, he's genuinely manufacturing, distributing and selling oils and luxury candles for the aromatherapy industry, with some possibly distasteful but definitely legal accounting practices maximising returns but nothing that would raise any suspicion other than that he seems to be trying to obfuscate or dissociate himself from this legitimate success. Notes on the file suggest that if anything the groups lesser criminal activities are lip service to the gangs past as they attempt to gentrify themselves and get out from under the thumb of The Kaiser, but that this scaling back has, according to an unnamed source, not been popular within the gang.

OOC : Plasma Squirrel and Squirramorph would be aware that Keyser "the Kaiser" Brodkin heads up the New Foundrymen, probably the largest of the Skillet's gangs, following a successful hostile takeover of the ironworker's union by his bakers' guild.

A daylight robbery this overt is out of character for the Luminary Fellowship, and there's no mention of them using tech gauntlets in the past. The last few pages of the report are unreadable walls of garbage characters.

Plas rips the report from the paper feed of the printer with a satisfying 'perforated paper' tearing noise. He turns to Indy.

'You can keep checking those emails Indigo, but join us in the cantina when you can. I think its time we decided what to do next!'

Banjo

sKeith wrote: »

Fifteen minutes later Shelly exits the stall, washes up, then exits the toilet facilities and proceeds to exit out on to the street and breathes in a huge gulp of the fresh air and is glad of the refreshingly cooler air out here than in the tiny stall. She walks slowly alone the pavement, taking care not to step on the cracks between paves.

Shelly continues along Baxter, which curves around to meet Liberty Way, the main street of Summersisle that roughly bisects it along it's northwest / southeast axis. Going left will take her under the CLoop towards downtown - mostly grand department stores, offices and municipal buildings - and the Suschere and where most of the decent bars and music venues are. Cossing over and heading down Marisol will bring her into back of Fordstown, a thriving theatre district. If for some ungodly reason she's still hungry, there's good eatin' there too. Following it right will take her up towards the parklands and ultimately the Juanwild bridge leading over to the Skillet.

OOC : I have no idea where Shelly lives, but if it's urban the best she can afford would be an apartment on the southern island. If you're headed home, go left and catch a train or head for the bridge

Banjo

Necro wrote: »

Having showered seemingly without any interference or repercussions, Squiramorph dresses again and makes for the kitchen for some much needed food.

She nods at anyone who may be currently there, before mumbling between mouthfuls:

'I'll be in the lab if anyone needs anything, just needed to freshen up.'

She leaves the main house and enters her lab, going through the usual security protocols to keep R.U.P.E.R.T. happy.

If I missed your cue to narrate a 57 year old woman in the shower, I apologise - I assumed that that was private time, and that this wasn't that kind of game Next time though, I'll make it up to you - you'll never look at a loofah the same way again! The lab is at your disposal and your last gadget has been destroyed so you're free to build whatever you want, as long as you pass your roll, don't exceed the power level and give it an appropriately mechanical flavour.

Banjo

Nebelwerfer wrote: »

Randy, at this point, has eaten even the most scorched remnants of nachos and is wondering if any more will be served.

Alas, having no body with which to serve, R.U.P.E.R.T. must rely on the masters of the house to provide further hospitality.

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

"Of course - ask away! Though please allow that not all questions have answers that are appropriate for one with mere guest clearance - I apologise in advance. Oh - excuse me sir,"

Indigo sees that Plasma Squirrel is already requesting the information on the candle gang, so he moves to his other questions.

"RUPERT, the technology we saw on the gang today, would there be a typical source? Local manufacturer, imported?

The large amorphous blob man, is he on file?"

Banjo

"Yes I believe he was, one moment please."
There are some more whirs and whines, and the printer begins to clack away again. After a few seconds RUPERT's smiley face switches from a cheerful blue : ) to a confused yellow : S and then a red : (

He says nothing, the face disappears and is replaced by rapidly scrolling scripting. Indigo notices the words Backtrace repeated a few times in the uncial outpouring, followed by repeated instances of the word Spike, then the modemesque squealing abruptly halts. RUPERT's face returns.
"I do apologise, but I'm afraid further information is not available to me. Now, I must beg your leave, there are matters I must attend to."

RUPERT contacts Squirramorph directly using the frequencies she normal exploits to communicate directly with machinery.
"Many pardons, madame, one hates to interrupt your ablutions, but there's been a tiny incident with the police noticing our activity on their database and attempting a to use our connection to locate us. I've severed the line and I believe stopped their agents from locating us, but I regret I will be unable to stream further episodes of The Brave and the Bold in the short to medium term. Shall I circulate the civilian wifi password to your guests?"

Back in the study, Indigo reviews what information was printed before the line was cut.
The file on the bank robbery is incomplete, with some corruption appearing in between spelling errors and corrections - it was being worked on when RUPERT attempted access. The gauntlets are highlighted as having had most serial numbers and branding removed or rendered unreadable, but they use specific nano-induction loops that are partial matches for several registered patterns. A list of persons of interest was being assembled for interview : Felix Austine, Nano Nano, Dr Kelvin Colburn, The Flaming Queeg (deceased), Mitten Kitten, Dr William Hamilton, Commander Deathbot (Reef?), Burnina-
This is the point at which connections were severed.

sKeith

Banjo wrote: »

Shelly continues along Baxter, which curves around to meet Liberty Way, the main street of Summersisle that roughly bisects it along it's northwest / southeast axis. Going left will take her under the CLoop towards downtown - mostly grand department stores, offices and municipal buildings - and the Suschere and where most of the decent bars and music venues are. Cossing over and heading down Marisol will bring her into back of Fordstown, a thriving theatre district. If for some ungodly reason she's still hungry, there's good eatin' there too. Following it right will take her up towards the parklands and ultimately the Juanwild bridge leading over to the Skillet.

OOC : I have no idea where Shelly lives, but if it's urban the best she can afford would be an apartment on the southern island. If you're headed home, go left and catch a train or head for the bridge

Shelly hums the tune to the early morning breakfast show she had on while making and eating her breakfast that morning, she can't seem to get it out of her head.

She tries to recall a map of the train routes around this vast metropolis and in an attempt to assist her remembering, she wanders left, avoiding any cracks in the pavement, but also keeping watch for maps or pamphlets of the train system.
She takes note of each establishment she passes along the route.

Baggly

Plas, who was still in the study for the interaction between Indigo and Rupert, creases a frown upon his brow.

'That didnt look good. What information did we get Indigo?'

Necro

Banjo wrote:

RUPERT contacts Squirramorph directly using the frequencies she normal exploits to communicate directly with machinery. "Many pardons, madame, one hates to interrupt your ablutions, but there's been a tiny incident with the police noticing our activity on their database and attempting a to use our connection to locate us. I've severed the line and I believe stopped their agents from locating us, but I regret I will be unable to stream further episodes of The Brave and the Bold in the short to medium term. Shall I circulate the civilian wifi password to your guests?"

Squiramorph looks up, her shower seemingly being fruitless as she's already covered in grease again.

(OOC: that narration may be needed )

'Circulate the Wi-Fi password? Hmmmm
.. Yeah, just monitor their usage please Rupes. I don't need to remind you about the last time... those Korean sites...'

She shudders.

Banjo

Necro wrote: »

Squiramorph looks up, her shower seemingly being fruitless as she's already covered in grease again.

(OOC: that narration may be needed )
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content deleted due extreme sauciness that is too hot to host and too good to share. I never knew you could do so much with the word 'cranny' - Mr. Boards
...after which she collapses her sagging frame into a chair with an utterly sated sigh, exhausted but very thoroughly clean.

RUPERT, suddenly nostalgic for those Korean sites, feels compelled to find some linen to iron.

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

Back in the study, Indigo reviews what information was printed before the line was cut.
The file on the bank robbery is incomplete, with some corruption appearing in between spelling errors and corrections - it was being worked on when RUPERT attempted access. The gauntlets are highlighted as having had most serial numbers and branding removed or rendered unreadable, but they use specific nano-induction loops that are partial matches for several registered patterns. A list of persons of interest was being assembled for interview : Felix Austine, Nano Nano, Dr Kelvin Colburn, The Flaming Queeg (deceased), Mitten Kitten, Dr William Hamilton, Commander Deathbot (Reef?), Burnina-
This is the point at which connections were severed.

Indigo's eyes nearly fall out of his head.

"Doctor?" he mumbles to himself.

No, he can't think like that, the doctor has a lot of crazy gear, just matching similar components.

"Thank you Rupert!" he says bowing.

Pter wrote:

Plas, who was still in the study for the interaction between Indigo and Rupert, creases a frown upon his brow.

'That didnt look good. What information did we get Indigo?'

Indigo hands over the readout.

"Their equipment wasn't directly traceable, no surprise, however there was one piece of equipment that led them to a list of suspects. Perhaps they can produce the...what did it call them...'nano-induction loops'...or maybe they've used them before. That's all I got Mr. Plasma Squirrel Sir!" he says with a salute.

Baggly

'good work indigo. Let's go tell the others'

Plas makes his way to the cantina, giving Squirramorph a quick shout to join them when she can while he goes.

Fourier

OOC: Let the record reflect that once again Necro's character got nude before anybody else and entirely of his own freewill.
Hang in there Lysander, you're fighting a strong trend. Even I can't save you.

Nebelwerfer

The distant memory of the Nachos grows fonder in Randy's mind as time passes on.