Icons Issue 1 : Withdrawal Symptoms

sKeith

Banjo wrote: »

Ah! You want Bwaaak Bwaaak Bwaaakets! Fun for all the family but at busy periods you'll have to share a booth. Go straight ahead down 3rd, cross the tramlines and then take a right onto Baxter, you'll see it. The big bucket with the animatronic wings.

Shelly thanks the writer/narrator, and adds, "watch where u puttin' that pencil", and then runs off in the directions given.

Banjo

Nebelwerfer wrote: »

"Oh Damn, that was a mistake" he thinks to himself.

He grabs the belt and, goes onto the floor and speeds out of that.

"Got to go guys, made an oopsie, should cause distraction" he shouts as he scoots off.

Randy tries to find the nearest lake or water to throw the belt into.

Lying on the ground, supported on a blurred cushion of air, Heffernan hovers out of the room like cheetah after a...a.... a jungle rabbit? It seems like less than an eyeblink and he's back in the room. Seconds later there's a muffled kaboom from the vault and the sound of debris clattering to the ground.

Ooc : indigo's duplication power is fading. If you had any light work requiring many hands, or taboo-breaking horizons to explore, best crack on.

Banjo

Necrominus wrote: »

OOC: Luckily I have certain powers then eh?

Squiramorph pauses and lightly says the words:

'Form of - a squirrel!'

Once she has transformed she darts up towards the roof as quickly as she can.

Ooc : It's not worth the roll! You go unseen!

Squirramorph scampers up the stairs to the upper offices. Theres a door where the stairs up should be , marked as restricted access.

Off to the left she can hear a hushed, harshly whispered argument.

Banjo

Pter wrote: »

Plas moves up the stairs away from whatever device the old man seems to have set off

Given the speed of his return, I'll leave it up to you whether you ran up the stairs and were seen by swat or not.

Baggly

Given the alternative of getting hit by a grenade blast, Plas is moving fairly lively.

Banjo

sKeith wrote: »

Shelly thanks the writer/narrator, and adds, "watch where u puttin' that pencil", and then runs off in the directions given.

Shelly arrives at Bwaaak Bwaaak Bwaaakets!, home of Red Rooster's Relation-sized Receptacle - because a big cock needs a deep bucket!
The 4Rer will cost you 20 monies, but it feeds four medium-sized adults, has no vegetables in it and comes with a 2 litre bottle of cola. There's a booth free back near the toilets.

It's busy at the counter but most of the clientele are waiting for food, their orders placed.
"........well..come...to....bwaaaak.... bwaaaak.... bwaaaakets....
Home....of.....Red.... Rooster's..... Relation....... sized ...... Receptacle" the stoned teenager behind the till drones when you finally get to the front of the queue.

Necro

Banjo wrote: »

Ooc : It's not worth the roll! You go unseen!

Squirramorph scampers up the stairs to the upper offices. Theres a door where the stairs up should be , marked as restricted access.

Off to the left she can hear a hushed, harshly whispered argument.

OOC: Oh you do love to tempt me :P

Squiramorph peeks to the left to see what she can see. Hopefully some acorns, she's starving.

Fourier

Pter wrote: »

Plas regards the sexy young dudes and older gentleman.

'Can any of you provide us some cover so we can get to the roof? We have a helicopter waiting for us there....I can offer you a way out of here if you can get us to the roof unseen'

'Plasma Squirrel wants help from me?' Indigo thinks to himself with pride.

"Of course Plasma Squirrel, though I fear we have erred greatly..."

He looks at the unconscious perps.

"...we assaulted these men without giving them their Miranda warning, are we any better than they?"

Wracked by late 90s comic hero liberal guilt, Indigo stands ready from instructions from Plasma squirrel as he follows him.

Baggly

'We arent cops my friend. If we had read them their rights we would be arrested for impersonating an officer.' Plas says from up the stairs.

'Now lets go! To the roof!!'

Banjo

I'm not around this evening but Pter - you'll need to roll your coordination to sneak and I'll pick it up at some point

Baggly

Plas climbs another step on the stairs.

Banjo

As he ascends the steps, Plasma Squirrel stays low. He can hear chatter drifting through the shattered teller windows from the customer hall, where SWAT are going body to body checking for signs of life and consciousness, at least a couple of whom seem to be their own. Over by the open security door, one officer is checking the body of the door-inated Loomie while another covers him.

Pter rolled a 7. Two SWAT officers were in a position to see him. The one at the door succeeded. Unfortunately for him

"Hey you! In the pimp hat! Freeze!"
The SWAT officer advances through the open security doors, rifle raised. The doors slam closed on him like angry pinball flippers, catapulting him back into the customer hall where he lands on an advice desk. The only other visible SWAT officer spins towards the sounds of the doors.

This will afford you a moment of distraction should you choose to run. The door to the customer hall is closed but the teller windows are destroyed so you could easily jump through there. There's stairs up to where Squirramorph is, stairs back down to the vault. To your right, on your side of the closed security doors there's a desk with multiple monitors and the jutting of the wall suggests there's a room or partitioned area. To the left there's a wide corridor ending in a door.

Baggly

Plas chooses to cut his losses and catch up with Squiramorph.

He dashes towards the teller windows and jumps through with ease before ascending a flight of stairs up to where Squirramorph is.

Banjo

Necrominus wrote: »

OOC: Oh you do love to tempt me :P

Squiramorph peeks to the left to see what she can see. Hopefully some acorns, she's starving.

From down on the floor, her visibility is limited. It looks like a cube farm up here, with a series of half-height partition walls arrayed in front of her in two blocks. To the left she can see that the back wall, which is glass from about four feet off the ground, has an opening around a third of the distance between where she's standing and the far wall, but the angle is too shallow for her to see inside. There's a rich buttery smell undercut with chocolate and coffee that suggests it's a break area and they have choccy digestives.

Necro

Banjo wrote: »

From down on the floor, her visibility is limited. It looks like a cube farm up here, with a series of half-height partition walls arrayed in front of her in two blocks. To the left she can see that the back wall, which is glass from about four feet off the ground, has an opening around a third of the distance between where she's standing and the far wall, but the angle is too shallow for her to see inside. There's a rich buttery smell undercut with chocolate and coffee that suggests it's a break area and they have choccy digestives.

The smell is overpowering. Squiramorph is guided by her nose like one of those cartoon characters and makes for the break area.

sKeith

Banjo wrote: »

Shelly arrives at Bwaaak Bwaaak Bwaaakets!, home of Red Rooster's Relation-sized Receptacle - because a big cock needs a deep bucket!
The 4Rer will cost you 20 monies, but it feeds four medium-sized adults, has no vegetables in it and comes with a 2 litre bottle of cola. There's a booth free back near the toilets.

It's busy at the counter but most of the clientele are waiting for food, their orders placed.
"........well..come...to....bwaaaak.... bwaaaak.... bwaaaakets....
Home....of.....Red.... Rooster's..... Relation....... sized ...... Receptacle" the stoned teenager behind the till drones when you finally get to the front of the queue.

Shelly conjure up the image of a large man and two bratty teenagers to fill the seats in the booth before someone else decides to commandeer them.


"Two 4Rers and 4 cups please, and two portions of onion rings and two portions of battered mushrooms."

Fourier

Pter wrote: »

Plas chooses to cut his losses and catch up with Squiramorph.

He dashes towards the teller windows and jumps through with ease before ascending a flight of stairs up to where Squirramorph is.

Indigo follows Plasma Squirrel toward the stairs.

Banjo

sKeith wrote: »

Shelly conjure up the image of a large man and two bratty teenagers to fill the seats in the booth before someone else decides to commandeer them.


"Two 4Rers and 4 cups please, and two portions of onion rings and two portions of battered mushrooms."

"Sorry….sir………only…….. What…… you……. See…… on……the …….menu ……"
She gestures at the board behind her, featuring 4 different sizes of container filled with battered chicken bit (the aforementioned Relation-sized Receptacle, the Cock-a-doodle-Duo Dish (a couples-sized sharing platter), the Loner's Leg Locker and the Magnum, the picture of which suggests they batter and fry a whole unplucked, living chicken).

Before Shelly can reconsider her options, the teenager is gone to very….. slowly….. assemble… the…….. order…..

In the corner, a bratty teenager whines "I don't have to eat this! You're not even my real dad, Craig!" while another patron who had been aiming to take the seat promptly adjusts their trajectory to a wall counter.

Fourier wrote: »

Indigo follows Plasma Squirrel toward the stairs.

Given their abilities, neither Indigo (1 or 2!) nor Heffernan will have a problem getting up the stairs unseen, so feel free to take it that you are behind Squiramorph and Plas if that's where you wish to be. Ignore that stuff he said about jumping through windows though, he just continued on up the stairs.

Nebelwerfer

Banjo wrote: »

Given their abilities, neither Indigo (1 or 2!) nor Heffernan will have a problem getting up the stairs unseen, so feel free to take it that you are behind Squiramorph and Plas if that's where you wish to be. Ignore that stuff he said about jumping through windows though, he just continued on up the stairs.

Randy sticks uncomfortably close to the scurried squirrel squad.

Banjo

Necrominus wrote: »

The smell is overpowering. Squiramorph is guided by her nose like one of those cartoon characters and makes for the break area.

There's a small kitchenette with a seating area and a snack vending machine. Under the tables are huddled 11 people, a couple of them whimpering softly to themselves, but two engaged in a heated if hushed argument.

Squiramorph gathers that Diana from HR feels that as the most senior member of the team in the break-out area, Laverne should have asked her first before eating any of the biscuits, which really they should be rationing because they don't know how long they're going to be here.

Laverne's counter-argument is that Diana can **** off, because she doesn't know if or when those bastards will be back or what they'll do when they get there - if Laverne is going to be murdered it's not going to be on an empty stomach when there's a full pack of chocolate digestives sitting right there, thank you very much, and anyways since when were HR in charge of anything?

While Diana cannot agree with Laverne on this point, both are of a mind that Kendra's screech at seeing a rodent was as unnerving as it was unnecessary. Laverne's eyes move from the creature's nibbling teeth to the biscuits and back, narrowing as they go, and she subtley reaches to remove a shoe.

Necro

Banjo wrote:

While Diana cannot agree with Laverne on this point, both are of a mind that Kendra's screech at seeing a mouse was as unnerving as it was unnecessary. Laverne's eyes move from the mouse to the biscuits and back, narrowing as they go, and she subtley reaches to remove a shoe.

OOC: I thought I was in squirrel form but this will work too

Squiramorph regards Laverne with a mousey stare and begins...

The Electric Mouse Boogaloo.

Dancing on her hind legs and tapping her tail to some unknown beat she begins this rarest of rare mousey customs.

Baggly

Plas waits at the door of the room SM went into. Waiting for some signal or noise or queue to go in.

Really Plas is winging it and doesn't know what to do next.

Necro

Pter wrote:

Plas waits at the door of the room SM went into. Waiting for some signal or noise or queue to go in.

OOC: The Electric Mouse Boogaloo involves a series of shrill mouse shrieks, will that do? :P

Banjo

OOC : Hey, Kendra is under a lot of stress, maybe she has to be home to bring little Josh to soccer practice by 5pm but she's stuck under a table hoping not to get killed or raped (but if it's going to happen, that's her preferred order), and then she saw a squirrel and shouted Mouse because she's operating on norepinephrine and adrenaline right now! Do you think it's easy working for that bitch Diana on a good day?

What I mean to say is, Edited to Rodent! And now Plas knows the steps!

Banjo

The sight of a squirrel dancing is too much for most of them. Kendra begins to point and scream. Joyce from Financial Services starts grabbing at Laverne, demanding she give the squirrel the biscuits before it gets bitey. Diana appeals for calm but is ignored by all. Joyce's assistant Orville reminds her how hard it can be to get chocolate stains out of that jacket and she really needs to sit down. This seems to snap her out of her hysteria long enough that Laverne gets a shot off with her shoe.
Roll Co-Ordination, bonus of +2 while youre squirrel sized, vs 8 (Laverne rolled great co-ordination! Lucky for you it's not a great throw by her standards.)

Baggly

Plas hears a commotion inside the room so, fearing for his diminutive comrade, bursts into the room.

Banjo

The shoe hits Squirramorph squarely in the choppers, knocking her over and spoiling the dance.

When Plasma Squirrel jumps around the corner and starts giving it some serious Whigfield, the bank employees lose their ****, though it's mostly figuratively apart from Darren from IT. Kendra has passed out, the rest of them are screaming while Orville tries to calm them. Diana from HR clambers out from underneath, keeping the table between her and Plas, trying to reconcile his villainous hat with his otherwise vigilantous appearance. She straightens her glasses and asks
"...are you one of them?"

Necro

Squiramorph decides to conserve some energy and morphs back into human form, presumably causing more pandemonium.

'Good', she thinks. 'My head hurts from that bitch throwing her shoe.'

Baggly

Banjo wrote: »

The shoe hits Squirramorph squarely in the choppers, knocking her over and spoiling the dance.

When Plasma Squirrel jumps around the corner and starts giving it some serious Whigfield, the bank employees lose their ****, though it's mostly figuratively apart from Darren from IT. Kendra has passed out, the rest of them are screaming while Orville tries to calm them. Diana from HR clambers out from underneath, keeping the table between her and Plas, trying to reconcile his villainous hat with his otherwise vigilantous appearance. She straightens her glasses and asks
"...are you one of them?"

Plas takes a quick look around the room to survey who and what is in the room (including possible exits to the roof). before answering her....

'My name is Plasma Squirrel - and the rodent in the room is Squirramorph - We came here to apprehend the villains that were robbing the bank. We managed to stop them hurting many of the people downstairs and stopped them emptying the vault. Also, i took this hat from one of them. Im convinced it has a larger purpose in their plot.

We just want to get out of here now without getting shot by SWAT; or without any of you being shot by SWAT. We mean you no harm, citizen.'

Plas holds his hands up in a gesture of peace as he says this.

Nebelwerfer

Randy sticks his head past the doorway, to check out what all the commotion is about in the room.



"I thought we were supposed to get out of here... but damn, those cookies..." he thinks to himself.



He snaps out of it, sneaks up to his team members (with cheetah like speed), before slamming himself (Randy front to their back - with cheetah like gracefulness) up against them, with his arms open and legs spread wide.

"Mummmmumumummummu... uuuuuu... mu...uuuuuuuhhhhhhh..." He udders, under his breath, as he whispers to his new found super friends, before gyrating up against them.

His arms remain in the air, but clearly some contact is being made.

Randy lets out a final thurst, slaps the belly and pushes inward.



"All better...." he whispers as he playfully flicks each of his super team's ears.

As he moves from person to person, he slaps the ass with a sense of approval.

"On you go" as he moves to the next. (with cheetah like speed)

Baggly

Plas appreciates the sentiment but must chat to his new octogenarian super chum later about personal space.

Banjo

Pter wrote: »

Plas takes a quick look around the room to survey who and what is in the room (including possible exits to the roof). before answering her....

'My name is Plasma Squirrel - and the rodent in the room is Squirramorph - We came here to apprehend the villains that were robbing the bank. We managed to stop them hurting many of the people downstairs and stopped them emptying the vault. Also, i took this hat from one of them. Im convinced it has a larger purpose in their plot.

We just want to get out of here now without getting shot by SWAT; or without any of you being shot by SWAT. We mean you no harm, citizen.'

Plas holds his hands up in a gesture of peace as he says this.

"S...s....Squirramorph? And her dashing draymate the Plasma Squirrel? Oh my god! I read all about you in the Bystander! Laverne!"
Diane wrests the biscuits from her colleague's grasp.
"Please - have a biscuit, have all the biscuits you want!"
In her haste and anxiety she accidentally spills a number of the digestives from the packet onto the table, causing a few of them to break and spreading crumbs everywhere. She begins to sob a little and whisper "thank you" over and over as she slumps against the table.

Orville pulls himself out from under the table.
"so…. Uh…. Can we go? Are you gonna get the others?"

From the stairwell comes the sound of a door slamming a few times and shots being fired. The bank employees collectively jump and squeal. Diane grabs a spilled digestive and gets back under the table.

OOC : Squiramorph, Indigo Spirit and Twindigo are back on Full Stamina.

Nebelwerfer

Pter wrote: »

Plas appreciates the sentiment but must chat to his new octogenarian super chum later about personal space.

Randy notices Plasma's disapproval of his 'getting jiggy with it' to improve the longevity and health of his comrades.

He is suddenly hit with a feeling of shame, looks around the find the nearest corner, turns into it and sulks (patiently awaiting then next move).



"This is why I work alone..." he thinks to himself.

Baggly

Banjo wrote: »

"S...s....Squirramorph? And her dashing draymate the Plasma Squirrel? Oh my god! I read all about you in the Bystander! Laverne!"
Diane wrests the biscuits from her colleague's grasp.
"Please - have a biscuit, have all the biscuits you want!"
In her haste and anxiety she accidentally spills a number of the digestives from the packet onto the table, causing a few of them to break and spreading crumbs everywhere. She begins to sob a little and whisper "thank you" over and over as she slumps against the table.

Orville pulls himself out from under the table.
"so…. Uh…. Can we go? Are you gonna get the others?"

From the stairwell comes the sound of a door slamming a few times and shots being fired. The bank employees collectively jump and squeal. Diane grabs a spilled digestive and gets back under the table.

OOC : Squiramorph, Indigo Spirit and Twindigo are back on Full Stamina.

'Of course! You are all free to go as far as i am concerned. However my advice to you is to lay low until SWAT clear the building and come up to bring you outside! What 'others'? Do you mean the other gang members, or are there more staff hidden somewhere in the building?'

Plas' do-gooder inclination is tingling

OOC: not a real power

Nebelwerfer wrote: »

Randy notices Plasma's disapproval of his 'getting jiggy with it' to improve the longevity and health of his comrades.

He is suddenly hit with a feeling of shame, looks around the find the nearest corner, turns into it and sulks (patiently awaiting then next move).



"This is why I work alone..." he thinks to himself.

Plas notices the old man sulking into the corner (literally) and probably should have kept tighter control of his masked features. He makes a mental note to explain later that dancing is very much frowned upon in Squirrlan culture.

OOC: Next issue will take place in a nightclub then Banjo

Necro

Squiramorph bounds to her feet and eats whatever is left of the biscuits, enjoying them with reckless abandon.

'The Secret Squirrels thank you for these gifts' She says to the bank workers in between mouthfuls.

'Even...' *Crunch gnash* 'The one...' *Crumbs falling from her mouth* 'who shoed me.'

Once Squiramorph has finished her feast she turns to Plas.

'Let's make like squirrels and split this acorn, what you say Plas?'

Baggly

Necrominus wrote: »

Squiramorph bounds to her feet and eats whatever is left of the biscuits, enjoying them with reckless abandon.

'The Secret Squirrels thank you for these gifts' She says to the bank workers in between mouthfuls.

'Even...' *Crunch gnash* 'The one...' *Crumbs falling from her mouth* 'who shoed me.'

Once Squiramorph has finished her feast she turns to Plas.

'Let's make like squirrels and split this acorn, what you say Plas?'

Plas turns quickly to SM while waiting for an answer from the bank staff.

'See if you can scout ahead and find us a route to the copter that all 4 of us can take. And stay safe SM'.

Fourier

Indigo finishes off one of the biscuits before turning to Squiramorph.

"I'd prefer an easy way out of this bank if you don't mind, room for another in the Squirrelcopter? I take up very little room"

Necro

Pter wrote: »

Plas turns quickly to SM while waiting for an answer from the bank staff.

'See if you can scout ahead and find us a route to the copter that all 4 of us can take. And stay safe SM'.

'On it Plas!'

Squiramorph wipes the remaining crumbs from her mouth.

Fourier wrote: »

Indigo finishes off one of the biscuits before turning to Squiramorph.

"I'd prefer an easy way out of this bank if you don't mind, room for another in the Squirrelcopter? I take up very little room"

'The Squirrelcopter is always open to those who help us - well to a capacity of 4, so I'd say there's space for you friend!'

She heads back towards the stairs, quietly mouthing:

'Form of - a vole!'

Then she makes her way towards the restricted access doors.

Baggly

Plas also asks the bank staff about how they might get onto the roof from the room they are currently in.

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

She heads back towards the stairs, quietly mouthing:

'Form of - a vole!'

Then she makes her way towards the restricted access doors.

To make sure she is okay, Indigo turns gaseous and follows Squiramorph.

Banjo

Pter wrote: »

'Of course! You are all free to go as far as i am concerned. However my advice to you is to lay low until SWAT clear the building and come up to bring you outside! What 'others'? Do you mean the other gang members, or are there more staff hidden somewhere in the building?'

"Well, Pris was in a meeting with some of the department heads, and she's not here so.... Definitely one, possibly both?"

Plas notices the old man sulking into the corner (literally) and probably should have kept tighter control of his masked features. He makes a mental note to explain later that dancing is very much frowned upon in Squirrlan culture.

OOC: Next issue will take place in a nightclub then Banjo

OOC: You say that like there isn't one in this issue....

Banjo

Necrominus wrote: »

She heads back towards the stairs, quietly mouthing:

'Form of - a vole!'

Then she makes her way towards the restricted access doors.

They are big doors, certainly when viewed from the perspective of being a vole. A flashing LED draws her attention to a keypad requiring an access card. Inconsiderately, there are no obvious vole-sized holes in the door.

Banjo

Pter wrote: »

Plas also asks the bank staff about how they might get onto the roof from the room they are currently in.

"The roof?" Diana splutters. "We don't go on the roof!"
Realising she's shouting she takes a deep breath.
"They put a security door on after the recession hit, a few of the hedge fund managers.... well look, I know we have high ceilings but still, it's a 2 storey building. The sick pay those guys drew down... anyways, you don't get to the roof without a card any more. You'd need to speak to the Custodial staff maybe. Or Security?"

Necro

Banjo wrote: »

They are big doors, certainly when viewed from the perspective of being a vole. A flashing LED draws her attention to a keypad requiring an access card. Inconsiderately, there are no obvious vole-sized holes in the door.

Voleamorph returns to Plasma Squirrel and tugs on the bottom of his pants with her little voley teeth.

Once she has his attention she rears up on her hind legs and begins to make a series of voley gestures herself and Plas had conveniently only recently been working on to communicate while she was transformed

Baggly

Necrominus wrote:

Once she has his attention she rears up on her hind legs and begins to make a series of voley gestures herself and Plas had conveniently only recently been working on to communicate while she was transformed

'What's that SM? Some people are trapped down a local mine? Oh no that's not what you are saying....you found the door but need a key card.

Sorry I mistook your screeee for a scraaeee.

Ok so let's go find a security person or janitor to get them to bring us to the roof.'

Plas reminds the canteenees to lay low and moves down the stairs. All stealthy like.

Baggly

OOC: Note to self. Must not kick door.

Necro

Squiravole dashes back out to the stairwell and looks around for any vents or ducts in the area.

OOC: Also I presume I can't just attempt to open the door as it's not mechanical?

Nebelwerfer

As the supers seem to be getting a move on, readying themselves for whatever is next, Heffernan is compelled to do the same.

He turns to Orville.

"Your assistant manager, who ran out of the building screaming with tentacles popping out of him, was about to give me a stamp on my loan approval form... but with all the commotion, and the spontaneous tentacle growth, he made a real mess of things and forgot to submit the required documents for me".

He proceeds to explain the series of events that unfolded, starting with the events after the assistant manager barged out of the building.

".... So you see, I have put so much work in to make sure all are safeguarded, putting the priority and safety of others over my personal needs...".

Randy starts getting teary eyed.

"Time is not on my side, you see... With only a few days left, I was elated with the offering the bank made, as this meant I could finally recover and get back to focusing on the things that matter... KEEPING THIS CITY SAFE...".

"I just... I am not sure how much I have left in me..."

He proceeds to explain, with tears now rolling down his eyes "by the time the bank is open again, I will have lost everything...".



He turns back to Orville and asks "Are you able to help this old man?".

Baggly

Plas does a double take.

'Hold on - did that sexy young dude who previously duplicated himself just turn into a gas?'

'Gas dude - can you go find the missing members of staff' Plas says to the space in front of him, hoping Gas dude hears him.

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

They are big doors, certainly when viewed from the perspective of being a vole. A flashing LED draws her attention to a keypad requiring an access card. Inconsiderately, there are no obvious vole-sized holes in the door.

Indigo attempts to see if the doors have an air tight seal.