Icons Issue 1 : Withdrawal Symptoms

Banjo

sKeith wrote: »

OOC: Okay, I think shes up for trying those super strengh pulls.

Shelly yells "Where is my champagne you scoundrals, you just wait until you see my customer feedback questionairre, it won't be glowing, you'll get nothing more that 3s."
Now sufficently in rage, she grabs the chains and pulls at them with all that she can muster, her head shaking from side to side and her blood coming as near to a simmer as is safe when at stamina 1. You see, she's not used to being kept waiting for her beaverages.

Ooc:
Suggested quality "accustomed to the finer things"

Edit : should have said - for regular straining, roll your strength Vs the chain (8) on this page and the next - if both succeed you can move next turn albeit your 22.5 degrees to the gloop...

You could do like Plas, pay a DP to activate a quality for a Strength ability boost (+2) and guaranteed break out next turn at increased angle, or roll your boosted strength Vs d6+8 to escape this turn and pull some crazy manoeuvre to avoid dropping in the gloop?

sKeith

ooc: i'll do whatever is fine to do this turn, so pay for the extra boost and attempt the non guaranteed thing this turn, she is pretty annoyed an doesnt want to wait around on tomorrows.


edit:
Shelly: shelly strains with all her strenght, with her dp boost paid for [ d6+9 = 15 ] against the extrememy strong chains [ d6+8 = 14 ] . grrrrr arrrgh

Banjo

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Seeing his and his would-be-saviour's predicament, Plasma Squirrel narrows his eyes. No. Not his people, not on his watch! He focusses his mind, reciting the warchant he learned from the data archives in his rocket-pod
Swift of paw,
Teeth to gnaw
Squirrelon, Squirrelon, hear us roar!

Beside him, Shelly is appalled to see all of this molten chocolate and not a single ****ing strawberry to dip in it. What is this Ryanair bull****??? Rage fills her, every fibre and sinew blazing with inhuman furious strength.

Plasma Squirrel's muscles bulge, the veins in his neck throb, his face contorts and he squeaks a mighty squirrel squeak, simulaneously shattering his chains with an arm flex and propelling himself forward, clearing the vat.

Seeing Plas escape, Indigo brings his hand down hard in a mighty judo chop on Cocoadile's head, cracking through the scale of M&Ms.
"Prick!" he yells, forced to the floor - disconcertingly, the wound begins to heal again almost instantly and Indigo could swear he saw peanuts in those M&Ms as they formed!
OOC : (Stunned for another turn, but still awake!)

In the corner, Flying Squirramorph focuses her mind on the nearest gloop-gun-weilding technician's weapon. As he tries to fire at Indigo, the trigger floods hot chocolate into the weapon but the pump refuses to move, the pressure causing the gun to explode, coating it's owner in rapidly hardening delicious browness.


OOC : We really need to sort out image resizing in the tags

Now : Shelly is free - how do you want to go from dropping into the VAT to escaping? Plas had the option of using a Co-Ordination or Strength manoeuver to escape, he took the Strength option so you kind of have to take the CoOrdination one or you bump into each other. But that really doesn't suit Shelly. Also, Shelly has a power that otherwise can't get used in this issue - If Shelly drops into the chocolate, you can roll Aquatic vs Difficulty 2 to survive immersion without Stamina loss (which would result in unconciousness given you're on 1 Stamina) and on success you have the option to turn that manoeuvre into a leap to any point in that room

@Nebelwerfer : Might I recommend that whatever move you intend to make, if you plan on attacking with your image of 3 guys, you could use Fast Attack rules to hit multiple targets (basically you divide the Power Level between the 3 images, doesn't have to be evenly, and roll 3 seperate Prowess + power level fragment attack rolls)

Seeing the 2 captives free themselves, Temper fiddles with his belt and disappears.

Necro

Squiramorph squeaks a happy squirrel squeak at Plas freeing himself and the new chocolate man she just made before turning her focus on the next technician's weapon.

OOC: I know, I know, I probably have to wait for them to react but I'm here now so putting down my plan

Nebelwerfer

Banjo wrote: »

@Nebelwerfer : Might I recommend that whatever move you intend to make, if you plan on attacking with your image of 3 guys, you could use Fast Attack rules to hit multiple targets (basically you divide the Power Level between the 3 images, doesn't have to be evenly, and roll 3 seperate Prowess + power level fragment attack rolls) [/I]

OOC: Yes

The Three Musketeers become visibly upset at the spillage of chocolate and start arguing amongst eachother.

"Dies geschieht jedes Mal, wenn wir mit Ihnen reisen, JEDES MAL!
Überlassen Sie es dem mittleren Kind, uns in dieses ... JEDES MAL!" Says one cook to the other.

"Überlassen Sie es dem Ältesten, sich der Verantwortung zu entziehen. Sie sind keine Schokolade, Sie sind bestenfalls eine Jellybean." Responds the other cook to the first.

"Sie sind beide spröde Pralinen, unsere Eltern hätten Sie niemals in Schokolade getaucht" Responds the last, to the other cooks.

As the continue arguing amidst the chaos, they make their way closer to the goons and violently pushing eachother and dragging others into the arguments. It is then the musketeers decide to let the punches fly and oddly enough they miss eachother but manage to hit everything in between.

Banjo

Nebelwerfer wrote: »

As the continue arguing amidst the chaos, they make their way closer to the goons and violently pushing eachother and dragging others into the arguments. It is then the musketeers decide to let the punches fly and oddly enough they miss eachother but manage to hit everything in between.

OOC : Ok, for each Image, roll Prowess + (part of Images power) - total of all parts to equal current power level. List your rolls in descending order of power - no cheating! Your targets are :
Tech 1 - 8
Tech 2 - 7
Tech 3 - 4

sKeith

OOC: co-ordination, really, i think she should go with strenght anyway, even if she bumps into plas, that'd be better than relying on her coord, she can hardly walk in a straight line on a flat surface.

Nebelwerfer

OOC: Well then...

Fourier

Indigo begins to worry at exactly what it will take to stop Cocoadile. He gets a bit obsessed with taking him out and goes to telelift some melting chocolate out of the vat, before reasoning that'll just help him.

Instead he heads for the nearest technician to deliver a strong kick.

Banjo

Ze drei Mousseketirimissonis (to give them their correct swiss title) slap and pull at each other before breaking into wild fisticuffs, the imaginary hairs on their non-existing knuckles rippling in the wind as they speed towards the chins of their intended victims. 2 of the techs easily sidestep the clumsy blows but the 3rd raises his gloop-gun to block. The fist passes straight through.

OOC : Punch landed with a partial failure / success with consequences - tech passed awareness check

"Zey arrrr nicht realaroni!" he shouts to his cohorts. Technician Juan blinks and rubs his eyes, laughing, as MosCacao's image tries futilely to slap his chops. Technician Two shoves at his imaginary opponent and scrabbles backwards, unsure what's going on.

"Do-en zee dein wurst!" Technician Three giggles as yet another lines up to punch him.
In the years to come, in those fleeting and increasingly infrequent moments of lucidity, he realises that it's not the burden of 24 hour care, the constant tending to bed sores, the late nights changing his colostomy bag, or the fear that he'll drown in his own dribble in his sleep that drove his wife into the arms of that burly green grocer, but this very moment. Because Indigo Spirit is very real, and so are his feet, and so is that wall his skull is being driven into.

Banjo

Having torn her chains asunder like scraps of paper, Shelly launches herself forward across the surface of the chocolate with her powerful haunches, arcing gracefully over the lip and crashing down on Cocoadile's skull with both feet. It cracks open, scattering peanut M&Ms around the room, and in amongst the shards of rich, brown skull she finds a little yellow capsule.


OOC : (It was a massive success)

Banjo

Shelly senses something behind her and instinctively pivots and leans back.
There's a slight whaff of air.

Nearby, the overheating chocolate vat begins to spit.

OOC : OK, you can see 2 technicans active in the room, one of whom is being terrorised by an imaginary angry chocolatier. Everyone is free to move. 2 are out of commission - one is encased in chocolate, the other has been kicked into the western wall. Cocoadile is down, with his head cracked open, although it is slowly knitting together smoothly. Shelly and Plas are on the right hand side of the room at the far end of the vat of chocolate. Indigo and MosCow are in the middle of the room. Squirramorph is over in the left hand corner cowering heroically There's a door north, the one most of you entered by, and another east - new page!

Necro

Banjo wrote: »

Shelly senses something behind her and instinctively pivots and leans back.
There's a slight whaff of air.

Nearby, the overheating chocolate vat begins to spit.

OOC : OK, you can see 2 technicans active in the room, one of whom is being terrorised by an imaginary angry chocolatier. Everyone is free to move. 2 are out of commission - one is encased in chocolate, the other has been kicked into the western wall. Cocoadile is down, with his head cracked open, although it is slowly knitting together smoothly. Shelly and Plas are on the right hand side of the room at the far end of the vat of chocolate. Indigo and MosCow are in the middle of the room. Squirramorph is over in the left hand corner cowering heroically There's a door north, the one most of you entered by, and another east - new page!

Squiramorph hugs the wall and scampers for the east door. If she gets there without any issue she tries to get Plasma's attention before skipping through.

Baggly

Plas spots SM and turns to the others around the room....

'Lets get out of here....we need to regroup, heal up and figure out our next move.'

He heads towards SM and the exit she is beside.

Fourier

Indigo looks at the technician he has just battered and embedded in the wall. He backs up stammering.

"I...what have I done..."

He turns to Plasma Squirrel.

"Yeah...I thought I'd dive in, stop it all...was risky, but I thought just for me...how wrong I was"

He follows to SM and the exit.

Nebelwerfer

MosCao takes position over the spillage of M&M's still pouring out of Cocaodile.

He looks down at the yellow capsule and decides to pick it up, he turns to the group and claims "We should take this as a memento, for sure this will work better than the belt incident in the bank, right guys? remember that?!".

He gasps.

"Sorry you must all be so confused, it is me... MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOssssCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!Caow??!? I apologize for fooling you all with my clever disguise..."

He looks down again, the chocolate... all that bloody chocolate... MosCow decides to grab a handful of peanut M&M's and starts muching.

"What?! 3 minute rule, right?!" He looks at the group expectantly, planting his feet into the gashes of Cocaodile frequently, to mangle the chocolate man further.

Banjo

As they leave, the last technician chooses survival over heroics and runs north, sparing a final backwards glance for his chocolate-encrusted crony as he goes, the poor wretch beginning to melt in the residual heat from the bubbling, boiling vat.

The gang find themselves in a large open area. Nearby on the eastern side a more traditional, less malignant series of hoppers, heaters, blenders and pipes are arranged for the routing of chocolate to three lines of workstations that span the width of the room. The northern wall of the room is half height with a long window through to what looks like a packing or assembly area, with a conveyor at the far end of the room joining the two surrounded by crates and pallets.

On this conveyor stands a silver haired man in a silver suit. He calls to the team :
"Well, that was exciting! I suppose I should thank you, it's a lot easier to sneak around hiding payloads and detonators with you chaps thundering around the place. Shame most of the non neutrals were shooed out but I suppose I mustn't be greedy."

The conveyor begins to move, carrying him through towards the assembly area. He makes a show of depressing a red buttoned box in his had, rocking his head to the resulting beep-boop beep-boop.

"Well, must dash, I have a frightful allergy to being disintegrated. I'm sure I'll be seeing more of you later."
He fixes Squirramorph with a devastating smoulder.



"A whole lot more, perchance, what what?"
Winking, he turns to go, leaping through the plastic curtain dividing the two rooms at the far end.

sKeith

Seeing her prize being escorted away, shelly follows the cowish quartet.

Banjo

It's probably worth pointing out that the Beep-boop-beep-boop noise continues after that silver tongued, silver haired silver fox left the room.


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boop

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boop

Necro

Banjo wrote: »

It's probably worth pointing out that the Beep-boop-beep-boop noise continues after that silver tongued, silver haired silver fox left the room.


beep

boop

beep

boop

OOC: Probably need interface to stop the timer right... :pac:

Banjo

OOC : A clockwork timer would have looked unprofessional! But that timer is for illustrative purposes. I'm not saying there is or isn't a device that is or isn't going to explode. He might have pressed play on a Kraftwork album - if you wait 2 minutes the vocals will kick in.
"I am the explodinator made from pocket calculators... I am adding (vast amounts of energy)... I am subtracting (limbs)..."

sKeith

Shelly crutches her way down to the conveyor and hops on.

Baggly

Plas follows Shelly and hops on too.

Necro

Squiramorph returns to human form and hops on the conveyor as well. She looks down at the belt and wonders if her machine control can make this thing go any faster

Banjo

Necro wrote: »

Squiramorph returns to human form and hops on the conveyor as well. She looks down at the belt and wonders if her machine control can make this thing go any faster

The conveyor slowly carries the group through to a large hall for the packaging and assembling of product. Long benches run north to south, empty now - the chocolatiers do run a tidy ship - but with orderly stacks of trays waiting to be filled and stacked in the large wheeled shelves at the end of each bench. The northern wall is dominated by a long sliding door marked Inventory. The east wall is mostly a window to the reception area, but there's no door through. The western wall is a long, convex arc with shelves full of flattened packaging.

While she's unable to speed the conveyor up, Squirramorph does feel the belt try to judder to a stop as the group jump aboard - she concentrates and it redoubles it's efforts.

There's no sign of the man they were following, but they do notice what looks like a sleek dog leaping from a tray stacker to a wall shelf, bouncing up to the aircon ducting and then higher still to grab a rope dangling from an open skylight. He's pulled out of sight and the skylight is closed behind him.

(T-2)

Necro

Banjo wrote: »

The conveyor slowly carries the group through to a large hall for the packaging and assembling of product. Long benches run north to south, empty now - the chocolatiers do run a tidy ship - but with orderly stacks of trays waiting to be filled and stacked in the large wheeled shelves at the end of each bench. The northern wall is dominated by a long sliding door marked Inventory. The east wall is mostly a window to the reception area, but there's no door through. The western wall is a long, convex arc with shelves full of flattened packaging.

While she's unable to speed the conveyor up, Squirramorph does feel the belt try to judder to a stop as the group jump aboard - she concentrates and it redoubles it's efforts.

There's no sign of the man they were following, but they do notice what looks like a sleek dog leaping from a tray stacker to a wall shelf, bouncing up to the aircon ducting and then higher still to grab a rope dangling from an open skylight. He's pulled out of sight and the skylight is closed behind him.

(T-2)

Squiramorph transforms again into a squirrel and judges the best and quickest route for her to climb up after the dog

Banjo

Necro wrote: »

Squiramorph transforms again into a squirrel and judges the best and quickest route for her to climb up after the dog

She could probably follow the same set of 3 jumps of increasing difficulty (ie. you have to test co-ordination vs difficulty 2 then 3 then 4) but the skylight above is closed. It may have some kind of automation for opening it, but due to the height of the room it's currently out of range - she'd need to try her Machine Control mid-flight. And if it's manual.... does she have a squirrel-sized crash helmet?

Necro

Banjo wrote:

She could probably follow the same set of 3 jumps of increasing difficulty (ie. you have to test co-ordination vs difficulty 2 then 3 then 4) but the skylight above is closed. It may have some kind of automation for opening it, but due to the height of the room it's currently out of range - she'd need to try her Machine Control mid-flight. And if it's manual.... does she have a squirrel-sized crash helmet?

OOC: No.... but did I mention the flying part to my squirrel :cool:

Baggly

Plas picks up SM, throws her carefully (in flying squirrel form) in the air so that she is closer to the skylight, safe in the knowledge that she will be able to glide safely back down to earth afterwards.

Necro

OOC: First jump - SM - 10 VS difficulty 4
Second - SM - 8 VS difficulty 5
Third - SM 10 VS difficulty 8

All rolled, tells me the roll for my Machine Control