Call of Cthulhu Online Game
Sponsored by Pagan Publishing
Transcript of thirteenth session -- August 8th, 1993
Players:
Don Rice-- Gary Nedler, new age bookstore owner and long-time govt. consultant
Mr Shiny-- Agent Fenemore, F.B.I. agent
Shaft10449-- Agent Newcastle, F.B.I. agent
The Gamer-- Agent Starbird, F.B.I. agent
Transcript:
8/8/93 8:57:18 PM Opening "DG Game 13" for recording.
Gary Nedler: |
So, Pagan, are we really locked in our rooms? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Assuming you try the doors, yes. |
| Agent Starbird: |
Is Fenemore's wire two-way? Or can I just hear him? |
| Pagan Pub: |
The wire is one-way only. |
| Agent Starbird: |
Great. Just great. |
| Gary Nedler: |
"Man, is this door locked?" Knock, knock. "Gotta go to the bathroom, man!" |
| Pagan Pub: |
There's a bathroom in the room, Gary. |
| Gary Nedler: |
"No, where? That's a closet." |
| Gary Nedler: |
:: Gary's playing dumb :: |
| Pagan Pub: |
[No one tells you that, it's just there.] |
| Gary Nedler: |
Okay, so no one comes to the door when I raise a minor ruckus. |
| Pagan Pub: |
On your TV sets, CNN is hosting a call-in session with an astronomer-type. |
| Pagan Pub: |
People are calling in frantically. |
| Agent Fenemore: |
I whisper to Starbird the situation - try to sound like I'm talking to myself just in case |
| Agent Fenemore: |
the room is really well bugged |
| Pagan Pub: |
No prob, Fenemore. You whisper away. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Starbird, you get the situation: the guys are locked up tight. Whether that means their |
| Pagan Pub: |
cover is blown or the Enolsis folks are just being cautious you have no idea. |
| Agent Starbird: |
Great. Just great. |
| Agent Fenemore: |
I give him our positions in the building as well as possible. |
| Agent Starbird: |
It'll have to do. When we go in -- and we will -- securing our three men inside is a top priority. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Okay. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Gaston is on the phone immediately after the press conference demanding a quick report, wondering if |
| Pagan Pub: |
the Enolsis folks have anything to do with this planet business. |
| Agent Starbird: |
What press conference? |
| Pagan Pub: |
The NASA one, sorry. |
| Agent Newcastle: |
The Living Power gave a press conference and said a sign would come. |
| Agent Newcastle: |
I'm still in shock. |
| Agent Starbird: |
Do plans/layouts of the grounds and buildings exist? Can we get them? |
| Pagan Pub: |
You have a map of the compound, but not the buildings. |
| Gary Nedler: |
Gary continues to act *real*stupid* and tries to spot all surveillance devices, guards, etc. |
| Gary Nedler: |
[Trying to make them grossly underestimate him] and learning as much as possible. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Okay, Gary is making a fuss of some sort. |
| Agent Newcastle: |
Are we in seperate rooms? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Yes, you guys are in separate rooms on the same floor, but not adjacent. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Starbird, questions you need answered by your other agents/resources? |
| Agent Starbird: |
I want a confirmation that this planet is the one from Fenemore's dream... |
| Pagan Pub: |
Way hard to tell. Good images should be available by dawn, but even they won't be that great. |
| Agent Starbird: |
And when do they think this planet will be here? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Again, no confirmation at all that the planet is approaching Earth. Its orbit seems erratic, but |
| Pagan Pub: |
given that it's only been visible for half a day, no idea yet. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Nevertheless, that is foremost on everyone's mind. |
| Agent Starbird: |
OK. We can probably sit tight out here, at least until dawn... |
| Agent Starbird: |
... unless the situation changes. |
| Agent Newcastle: |
I'm going to try to knock the door down. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Okay, Newcastle, give me a roll. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Wait -- shoulder or chair or something else? |
| Agent Newcastle: |
Shoulder first. |
| OnlineHost: |
Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die: 88 |
| Pagan Pub: |
Bzzt. You realize, as you rub your bruise, that this door is wood paneling over a metal core. |
| Agent Newcastle: |
Ouch! |
| Pagan Pub: |
VERY secure. These rooms are apparently more than your usual guest room. |
| Agent Starbird: |
Pagan -- I assume we know the names that our undercovers went in as... |
| Pagan Pub: |
Yup. |
| Agent Newcastle: |
Stupid question, but I'll try: Air Ducts? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Sure. About half a foot tall by a foot wide -- central air. |
| Agent Starbird: |
I want arrest warrants drawn up for those three names, plus a couple more chosen at random... |
| Pagan Pub: |
!!! Excellent idea, Starbird. My compliments. What's the charge? |
| Gary Nedler: |
[good move Starbird!] |
| Agent Starbird: |
Murder of a federal agent, as a result of their participation in the St. Louis massacre. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Hot damn. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Okay, you'll have them in your hands within two hours (gotta go wake up the judge, you know). |
| Agent Starbird: |
OK. Thanks. |
| Agent Fenemore: |
after whispering to Starbird - I'll examine the door - can my gun blow the lock? |
| Agent Fenemore: |
Any windows? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Nix on the lock; you realize very quickly this is a heavy-duty security door designed to keep you in. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Windows are barred. The glass has chicken-wire stuff in it, alarm wires and stuff too. |
| Agent Newcastle: |
I'll stuff towels in the air ducts in case they try to gas us. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Newcastle stuffs towels, no problem. |
| Gary Nedler: |
Has Gary spotted any surveillance devices yet? Anyone answer his bathroom calls? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Gary hasn't seen much yet. Given that Enolsis built this place, it's safe to assume they can put bugs |
| Pagan Pub: |
wherever they wish. Like the U.S. embassy in Moscow a few years back. |
| Agent Newcastle: |
How about telephones... Dead? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Telephones are dead. |
| Agent Fenemore: |
I stuff towels in the toilet and start flushing - I keep it up until the bathroom is pretty |
| Agent Fenemore: |
flooded and then call for help |
| Gary Nedler: |
[RotF,L!] |
| Pagan Pub: |
Yipes. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Okay, you begin stuffing towels in the toilet. |
| Gary Nedler: |
Gary's still looking for cameras, mirrors, that kind of thing. And acting dumb. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Nedler & Fenemore: percentile rolls. |
| OnlineHost: |
Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die: 81 |
| OnlineHost: |
Gary Nedler rolled 1 100-sided die: 6 |
| Gary Nedler: |
Probably an impale! What can I check? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Okay, Fenemore, I need another roll. |
| OnlineHost: |
Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die: 51 |
| Pagan Pub: |
Fenemore, what's your CON? |
| Pagan Pub: |
(you need CONx5) |
| Agent Fenemore: |
65 |
| Agent Fenemore: |
15 CON |
| Agent Fenemore: |
13 CON THAT IS! |
| Pagan Pub: |
Okay. |
| Pagan Pub: |
You feel a bit nauseas & weak; you're being gassed. |
| Agent Fenemore: |
Put wet towel over face - can I tell if it's coming just from the vent? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Not sure. The towel helps, but I need another roll. |
| Pagan Pub: |
And do you say anything to Starbird via wire? |
| OnlineHost: |
Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die: 74 |
| Agent Fenemore: |
"I'm being gassed !!!!!!!!!!" |
| Agent Starbird: |
They're gassing Nedler and Fenemore, but not Shaft? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Shaft blocked the vents. |
| Pagan Pub: |
(Brainy Driver Smurf!) |
| Agent Starbird: |
Oh, missed that... never mind. |
| Agent Starbird: |
Do I have my warrants? |
| Agent Fenemore: |
Try to turn on tap and plug drain (these floors can only handle so much!) |
| Agent Fenemore: |
Am I still conscious? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Fenemore, you know you're going down soon. Water on floor is big mess but not much else yet. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Only a few minutes have passed since NASA news. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Starbird: no, no warrants. But you have clear indication of an agent's life in jeopardy. |
| Agent Starbird: |
Great. Just great. |
| Agent Starbird: |
Except I don't want anybody to know he's an agent... |
| Agent Fenemore: |
Try to cover vent with towel - turn and blast at window!!! |
| Pagan Pub: |
Give me a roll, just so you don't jam. |
| OnlineHost: |
Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die: 94 |
| Agent Fenemore: |
Almost jammed, but okay. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Oh, I mean, that's enough for you and your team to respond, Starbird. |
| Agent Starbird: |
Yeah.... just how big is my "team"? And how well armed are we? |
| Pagan Pub: |
In the van with you are just communications dudes. But you have an armed response team of a dozen, |
| Pagan Pub: |
and three dozen more agents like yourself. |
| Agent Newcastle: |
Can I hear the gas at all? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Newcastle: nope. Everything is peachy keen til you hear several shots fired from somewhere nearby. |
| Pagan Pub: |
(Which is the sound of Fenemore opening the window.) |
| Agent Starbird: |
What's the entrance like? Gate? Circular Drive? What? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Entrance is a gate with a guardpost of some sort. The compound is large with a big fence all around. |
| Pagan Pub: |
The fence is concrete and iron shafts, but decorated so it looks nice. |
| Agent Newcastle: |
::Get out gun, sit down, aim at door, and wait:: |
| Agent Fenemore: |
What's up in my wet gassy room? |
| Agent Fenemore: |
Can I jump out the window? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Fenemore: you're two stories up, but the bars will keep you in. |
| Agent Starbird: |
OK, we're going in. A pair of armed response-types take the gatehouse by stealth, to prevent |
| Agent Starbird: |
a warning to be sent inside, the rest of us go right up the driveway... |
| Agent Starbird: |
The idea is to go in in force, but polite. We ask for the specific names on the warrants |
| Agent Starbird: |
(not that they're here yet, but details, details...) |
| Agent Starbird: |
And we keep moving. No delays. We will meet force with force, but we won't fire first. |
| Agent Newcastle: |
Man, guys. We are doomed! |
| Agent Fenemore: |
Okay - Is gas at least escaping? If so , I finish plugging the vent. If water is all over, |
| Agent Fenemore: |
I get ready a lamp, remove bulb and stand up on bed (wearing my gum-soled shoes of course) |
| Agent Fenemore: |
Aim at door |
| Agent Newcastle: |
Due to the fact that we heard no noises, I assume we are the only ones locked in rooms. |
| Pagan Pub: |
One last run-down. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Fenemore: gas is getting out, but the room is pretty thick. You'd be much better off by the |
| Pagan Pub: |
window. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Nedler: you're in the bathroom sealed up, window open but barred. |
| Gary Nedler: |
Okay, two stories up, right? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Newcastle: you have no idea about the gas. You're standing before the door with your weapon drawn. |
| Agent Fenemore: |
I move bed to the window and stand on it - lamp in left, gun in right, towel tied around fac |
| Agent Starbird: |
[What a mental image!] ;) |
| Pagan Pub: |
Starbird: so are you going to the gatehouse nice to ask about names, or taking it out by stealth? |
| Agent Starbird: |
The gatehouse gets pre-emptive struck; we'll approach the main building with no warning. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Alright. |
| Agent Starbird: |
Once there, we will be as polite as 40-or-so armed, pissed-off federal agents can be. |
| Agent Fenemore: |
WACO 3... |
| Gary Nedler: |
Gary also wraps wet towel around face. in case he needs to go out into the room. |
| Gary Nedler: |
Observes out window for commotions. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Lights go out in your rooms. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Listen rolls. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Except for Gary. |
| Agent Starbird: |
me too? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Nope. |
| OnlineHost: |
Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die: 33 |
| Agent Newcastle: |
Yes, Sir |
| Agent Fenemore: |
Damn, I guess the lamp's no good! I toss it down into the puddle (just in case) |
| OnlineHost: |
Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die: 98 |
| Pagan Pub: |
Oh dear. |
| Agent Fenemore: |
Makes up for that 1 I rolled fighting Rex! |
| Agent Fenemore: |
Apparently tied the towel about my ears, too. |
| Pagan Pub: |
!!! |
| Agent Starbird: |
Don't you *ever* touch my dice, Shiny! |
| Pagan Pub: |
Newcastle: you hear the door open. Lights are out in the hall, too, so no visible sign and no |
| Pagan Pub: |
ambient light at all. |
| Agent Newcastle: |
Shit! |
| Gary Nedler: |
Gary gets under the bathroom sink and tries to (karate kick) remove it from its mountings. |
| Gary Nedler: |
Want to try and hurl it through the window bars. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Starbird: lights in the buildings on the compound are going out. Not all of them, but the main |
| Pagan Pub: |
ones around the circular drive & fountain. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Newcastle: what do you do? |
| Agent Newcastle: |
I guess I'll say "Whats going on around here?" and keep gun behind back |
| Agent Newcastle: |
I'm assuming they have night vision |
| OnlineHost: |
Pagan Pub rolled 1 100-sided die: 44 |
| OnlineHost: |
Pagan Pub rolled 1 100-sided die: 53 |
| Pagan Pub: |
Fenemore, Newcastle: you've both been stung by something. Idea rolls. |
| OnlineHost: |
Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die: 44 |
| OnlineHost: |
Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die: 83 |
| Agent Newcastle: |
ThatŐs good. |
| Agent Fenemore: |
Got it. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Starbird: Gatehouse is secure. |
| Agent Starbird: |
Let the combat team (who I'm assuming are equipped for this contingency) lead the way. |
| Pagan Pub: |
You have, in the gatehouse, phones to the main building and cameras on the outside walls. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Nothing revealing. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Starbird: drive is perhaps 100 yards to main building. Vehicle or by foot? |
| Agent Starbird: |
There's 40 of us. We'll hoof it. |
| Pagan Pub: |
"Hut! Hut! Hut! Hut! Hut! Hut! Hut!" |
| Pagan Pub: |
Newcastle, Fenemore: Sting was a tranq dart. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Response? |
| Agent Newcastle: |
Start firing wildly in the general direction of the door. |
| Agent Fenemore: |
Pull out dart "I've been shot by a tranq dart!" |
| Gary Nedler: |
[No, duh, the light's off in Gary's bathroom, right? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Newcastle: give me three rolls for the first round. (.32 auto is 3 per round) |
| OnlineHost: |
Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die: 31 |
| OnlineHost: |
Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die: 75 |
| OnlineHost: |
Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die: 30 |
| Agent Starbird: |
Was the gatehouse manned? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Starbird: Yes, one man. |
| Agent Fenemore: |
Where did it hit me? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Fenemore: neck. Not a major artery or anything. |
| Pagan Pub: |
75 make it, Newcastle? |
| Agent Newcastle: |
No, I need a 70. |
| Agent Fenemore: |
Shot come from the door? Is door open that i can tell? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Fenemore: possibly, give me a roll. |
| OnlineHost: |
Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die: 54 |
| Pagan Pub: |
Fenemore: Bingo! You can peg the location of both of them. Fire at will. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Newcastle: you fire three times in a close pattern towards the door, and you're rewarded by someone |
| Pagan Pub: |
crying out. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Followed by a brief return of fire. |
| OnlineHost: |
Pagan Pub rolled 1 100-sided die: 31 |
| Agent Newcastle: |
Yow! |
| Pagan Pub: |
Exactly. |
| Agent Starbird: |
Oops... |
| OnlineHost: |
Pagan Pub rolled 1 8-sided die: 4 |
| Pagan Pub: |
That's for you, Newcastle. What do you do? You still can't see worth a darn. |
| Pagan Pub: |
[Besides grunt and clutch your side, that is.] |
| Pagan Pub: |
And give me two 8-sided die rolls for your two hits, please. |
| OnlineHost: |
Agent Newcastle rolled 2 8-sided dice: 3 4 |
| Gary Nedler: |
[Pagan, are you using point blank rules? 2xchance if within DEX feet?] |
| Pagan Pub: |
Oh, yes! Which means: Newcastle, give me one more 8-sider. |
| OnlineHost: |
Agent Newcastle rolled 1 8-sided die: 6 |
| Pagan Pub: |
Good. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Doesn't affect your injury, though. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Gary: knock at the door. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Bathroom door, that is. |
| Agent Newcastle: |
Did I hear any other voices, or just one man? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Just one, you think, but that doesn't mean there aren't more there. |
| OnlineHost: |
Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die: 23 |
| OnlineHost: |
Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die: 7 |
| OnlineHost: |
Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die: 15 |
| Pagan Pub: |
Damage for all three, Fenemore. |
| Gary Nedler: |
Okay, light's out. I get ready to BF gun him (assume night vision goggles), then taser. |
| Gary Nedler: |
"Who is it, man, I've got the runs." [try to get him silhouetted against window] |
| Pagan Pub: |
No way, window is away from door. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Is the bathroom door locked? (has push-button-in-handle sytle) |
| Gary Nedler: |
Okay, then best setup I can, maybe duck behind bathtub or sink for cover. |
| Gary Nedler: |
Of course it's locked. Who craps with their door unlocked? |
| Gary Nedler: |
"Who is it, man?" |
| Pagan Pub: |
Had to make sure. |
| OnlineHost: |
Agent Fenemore rolled 3 10-sided dice: 3 2 3 |
| Agent Fenemore: |
one impale |
| Pagan Pub: |
Fenemore, you've hurt someone but you aren't out of the woods yet. What's next? |
| Pagan Pub: |
"I'm sorry, Gary, we've had a power outage. Can you open the door? We think it's the prelude to |
| Pagan Pub: |
another Federal assault!" |
| Gary Nedler: |
"No, man, not again! I ... I ... I'll be out in a minute." |
| Gary Nedler: |
"I don't want them coming in with my pants down, man." |
| Pagan Pub: |
Oh, and give me a Listen roll. |
| Agent Fenemore: |
fire again |
| Pagan Pub: |
Gary: silence. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Fenemore: go. |
| OnlineHost: |
Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die: 40 |
| Gary Nedler: |
Okay, behind cover, if I can reach commode lever, activate it. |
| Agent Fenemore: |
(made listen) |
| Pagan Pub: |
Listen roll: someone hit the floor, either dropping from wounds or ducking/going prone. |
| Gary Nedler: |
Listen roll for Gary? Or not necessary? |
| Pagan Pub: |
*FLUSH* |
| Pagan Pub: |
3 dice damage, please. |
| OnlineHost: |
Agent Fenemore rolled 3 100-sided dice: 42 90 3 |
| Agent Fenemore: |
hit - miss - impale |
| Pagan Pub: |
miss, no: DEX range. |
| OnlineHost: |
Agent Fenemore rolled 3 10-sided dice: 5 6 6 |
| Agent Fenemore: |
i stand happily corrected. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Someone cries out, a woman's voice. Body hits the floor. You hear moans and forced breathing. |
| Agent Newcastle: |
I'll move toward body and feel for night vision goggles. |
| Pagan Pub: |
"Please hurry, Gary, this could be real trouble!" No roll, Gary. What next? |
| Gary Nedler: |
Do I have any idea how many are behind door? |
| Agent Fenemore: |
I check for goggles - is either body carrying hand cuffs? |
| Pagan Pub: |
[Sorry Newcastle, I lost track of you for a minute!] |
| Agent Newcastle: |
It is hectic isn't it? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Newcastle: body hit the floor, followed by... |
| OnlineHost: |
Pagan Pub rolled 1 100-sided die: 67 |
| Pagan Pub: |
...a soft WHUFT sound and a FLIK in the wall behind you. Another shot went off, missed you. What now? |
| Agent Newcastle: |
Drop to floor and fire back. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Three rolls, Newcastle. |
| Agent Fenemore: |
Does that appear to be all - just the two? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Fenemore: you find the bodies, and yes you find goggles. No cuffs. |
| Agent Fenemore: |
Put on goggles |
| Pagan Pub: |
Gary: you sitting tight? |
| Gary Nedler: |
Go up to door, put ear to door, say in far off voice "Just a minute." |
| OnlineHost: |
Agent Newcastle rolled 3 100-sided dice: 19 10 86 |
| Agent Newcastle: |
What do you need for an impale? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Two hits, third missed (you're moving too much to keep your mental image of where they are). |
| Pagan Pub: |
10 is impale for you. |
| Gary Nedler: |
How many of them are there, can I hear? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Gary: no idea. |
| Gary Nedler: |
Fine. Take cover, wait for them to break in. |
| OnlineHost: |
Agent Newcastle rolled 2 8-sided dice: 7 6 |
| Pagan Pub: |
13 for Newcastle! Someone cries out and drops. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Speaking of dropping: Newcastle & Fenemore give me CONx5 rolls. |
| OnlineHost: |
Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die: 47 |
| Agent Newcastle: |
ThatŐs good |
| Agent Fenemore: |
Are they carrying any weapons - dart gun? I take any - put towel over woman's wounds |
| Pagan Pub: |
Fenemore: you put on goggles, can see well. Two people, one male, one female, vaguely familiar |
| Pagan Pub: |
from earlier tonight. Dart guns, also tasers & .32 automatics holstered. |
| Agent Fenemore: |
(I assume otrher is dead) tell Starbird where she is and book down hall (with dart gun, my |
| Agent Fenemore: |
ammo and any other weapons. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Fenemore: CONx5 roll please. |
| OnlineHost: |
Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die: 29 |
| Agent Fenemore: |
made it |
| Pagan Pub: |
Gary: you've heard quite a bit of gunfire. Now you hear it from a few feet away; three shots burst |
| Pagan Pub: |
through the door of the bathroom (this one ain't metal!). Give me a Luck roll. |
| OnlineHost: |
Gary Nedler rolled 1 100-sided die: 50 |
| Gary Nedler: |
Makes it. Also I'm behind at least some cover. Are they shooting lock, or through door? |
| Pagan Pub: |
The shots miss wildly through door. The door flies open with a thunk. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Okay, Fenemore. You're in the hall. You *think* Newcastle is to the right. |
| Agent Fenemore: |
Take dart gun, both tasers, 32 in holster & run down hall, my gun out |
| Agent Newcastle: |
I'll look for goggles now if I am done being shot at. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Newcastle: you feel okay, find goggles, can see. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Fenemore: door open, feet poking out. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Fenemore, Newcastle: you see each other. Give me a Luck roll and don't fumble. |
| OnlineHost: |
Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die: 76 |
| OnlineHost: |
Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die: 11 |
| Pagan Pub: |
Fenemore, Newcastle: you guys don't shoot each other. Confer, arm up, and move on. |
| Gary Nedler: |
As soon as door opens, BF gun whoever's there, and taser him, or anyone behind him. |
| Pagan Pub: |
FLASH |
| Pagan Pub: |
"FUCK!" |
| Pagan Pub: |
BZZT |
| Pagan Pub: |
FLUMP |
| Pagan Pub: |
"FUCKER!" |
| Agent Starbird: |
{Nice job, Gary!] |
| Agent Newcastle: |
What is BF gun? |
| Gary Nedler: |
[Blinding Flash gun -- from Cthulhu Now -- no roll to hit, very
cool |
| OnlineHost: |
Pagan Pub rolled 1 100-sided die: 5 |
| OnlineHost: |
Pagan Pub rolled 1 8-sided die: 5 |
| Pagan Pub: |
Someone beyond the door shoots Gary for 5 points. |
| Gary Nedler: |
"Ow, man!" [what about cover?] |
| Pagan Pub: |
Gary: With a 5 to hit? I think not. ;-) |
| Agent Fenemore: |
To Gary! |
| Agent Newcastle: |
On to Gary's room. |
| Pagan Pub: |
You do NOT know where he is; he came back later, due to the press conference. |
| Agent Newcastle: |
Do we hear gun fire? |
| Gary Nedler: |
"Ow, man." In the flash, were they wearing gas masks? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Their faces had something on them, gas masks, goggles, something. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Newcastle: yes. Listen rolls for direction & proximity. |
| OnlineHost: |
Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die: 76 |
| Agent Newcastle: |
No good! |
| Pagan Pub: |
Starbird! |
| Agent Starbird: |
Standing by. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Not any longer. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Half-dozen people running out from one building, firing automatic weapons, scurrying for cover. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Fenemore: Listen roll, too. |
| OnlineHost: |
Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die: 80 |
| Agent Fenemore: |
yes! |
| Gary Nedler: |
Can I make an IDEA roll? If I don't think they had gas masks (I'm assuming night goggles .. |
| Gary Nedler: |
.. I'd like to hit them with red pepper mace, it may get more than one. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Idea roll for Gary, yes. |
| OnlineHost: |
Gary Nedler rolled 1 100-sided die: 37 |
| Gary Nedler: |
That makes it. Okay, then, how many are there? How many blinded? |
| Pagan Pub: |
One other, who fired and got lucky. One down on the floor, tasered. |
| Gary Nedler: |
Fine, I taser the one other. |
| OnlineHost: |
Gary Nedler rolled 1 100-sided die: 9 |
| Agent Newcastle: |
What about me? If I see gas masks, I might get an idea that i need one too. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Fenemore & Newcastle: you can both be wearing recovered gas masks if you wish, they had them. |
| Agent Newcastle: |
Yes, Sir. Gasmasks for all. |
| Pagan Pub: |
You two hear gun shots on this floor, but not sure where. What next? |
| Agent Starbird: |
What's our group's location and cover situation? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Starbird: some funky tactical approach kind of thing. You can make mincemeat of these losers, BUT |
| Pagan Pub: |
their appearance means your guys take cover and stop running -- they slow you down. |
| Gary Nedler: |
That's a taser impale at point blank range, BTW. Yes! |
| Pagan Pub: |
Gary: you are hell with a taser, pal. Second one down. |
| Agent Fenemore: |
I take a guess and run after gunshots |
| Pagan Pub: |
Fenemore: impale an Idea roll. Otherwise, you take off running. |
| OnlineHost: |
Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die: 87 |
| Pagan Pub: |
Fenemore: no dice, you run. |
| Agent Fenemore: |
(I take off running) |
| Agent Newcastle: |
Do we have any idea where the Living Power stays? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Newcastle: nope. |
| Agent Starbird: |
I want 10 or so of our guys to stop and lay down pinning fire on the turkeys -- cover us so we can |
| Agent Starbird: |
keep moving toward where our friends are. |
| Gary Nedler: |
Okay, get up cautiously, make sure no one else is in room, strip them, put on gas masks, |
| Gary Nedler: |
night goggles, but wear bright Hawaiin shirt of Gary's so he'll be recognized .. |
| Gary Nedler: |
.. and nunchuck each guy on the head once to keep him out. Or will gas do it? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Starbird: you get to work. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Gary: never hurts to be sure. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Newcastle: with Fenemore? or different direction? |
| Gary Nedler: |
Do so. Be sure to get key rings, ID badges, guns (take or break), what else do they have? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Gary: they have crystals, of course, not much else. |
| Gary Nedler: |
Take all. Actually, might as well handcuff them if they have them. |
| Agent Newcastle: |
I'll head deeper into complex and look for Gary or Living Power |
| Agent Newcastle: |
Or anything fishy |
| Pagan Pub: |
Newcastle: you're in a smallish building, 2 stories tall. Stairs & elevator are nearby. This floor is |
| Pagan Pub: |
just guest rooms/quarters. |
| Agent Newcastle: |
Head out of this building. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Newcastle: you run for the stairs. |
| Agent Newcastle: |
Sorry, Gary, but they might be destroying the only way to put that planet back! |
| Pagan Pub: |
Starbird: give me a Luck roll. |
| OnlineHost: |
Agent Starbird rolled 1 100-sided die: 41 |
| Agent Starbird: |
no problem |
| Pagan Pub: |
Okay, your team takes out the six impediments quickly; they're fodder, with minimal skill. |
| Gary Nedler: |
"Sleep off your bad karma, man." :: thunk, thunk :: |
| Pagan Pub: |
Gary, you get stuff together and knock out the bad guys. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Fenemore, give me a Spot Hidden. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Starbird: you'll be at the main building (not that big, offices & guest rooms & stuff) shortly. |
| Agent Starbird: |
Yay/ |
| OnlineHost: |
Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die: 63 |
| Agent Fenemore: |
made it |
| Gary Nedler: |
Gary goes (carefully) out in hall in goggles, Hawaiin shirt, and gas mask, and locks room. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Newcastle: you're on the stairs heading down. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Fenemore sees Gary! |
| Pagan Pub: |
Luck rolls for both of you please, don't fumble |
| Gary Nedler: |
If Gary blows it he BF guns Fenemore. |
| OnlineHost: |
Gary Nedler rolled 1 100-sided die: 23 |
| OnlineHost: |
Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die: 6 |
| Pagan Pub: |
No prob, Gary, you're fine. Fenemore is even better! |
| Pagan Pub: |
You guys are together. |
| Pagan Pub: |
What now for you two? |
| Gary Nedler: |
"Fenemore, man, the vibes here are terrible. ... |
| Gary Nedler: |
The goggles go good with your white hair, though." |
| Agent Fenemore: |
"Let's get to the ground floor" |
| Gary Nedler: |
"Man, do they have any heavy armements here? Like on the roof? ... |
| Gary Nedler: |
.. Valiant could fly, man." |
| Pagan Pub: |
Gary: not that you know of. |
| Gary Nedler: |
I think we should make for the roof. Check stuff out, not likely to get |
| Gary Nedler: |
accidentally shot at. |
| Gary Nedler: |
On purpose, more likely. |
| Gary Nedler: |
Oh yeah, Pagan, can Fenemore and Gary First Aid each other? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Um, you don't really have any bandages or anything which would be of great help. You can try, but I |
| Pagan Pub: |
need an impale to do any good. |
| Agent Fenemore: |
I'm not hurt, except for the dart. |
| Gary Nedler: |
Well, Gary's down to 5 points. That's 3 points from unconsciousness. |
| OnlineHost: |
Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die: 11 |
| Pagan Pub: |
Starbird: you've reached the building. Front doors are all glass in glass wall. |
| Agent Starbird: |
In we go... |
| Pagan Pub: |
How? |
| Agent Starbird: |
I was thinking of opening the door... |
| Pagan Pub: |
Starbird: give me a Luck roll. |
| OnlineHost: |
Agent Starbird rolled 1 100-sided die: 3 |
| Agent Starbird: |
No problema. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Whew. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Point man suddenly shouts: "WIRES! WIRES!" |
| Agent Starbird: |
Great. Just great. |
| Pagan Pub: |
You get a better look and yeah, the front doors are wired to explode if opened. You can see the |
| Pagan Pub: |
plastique on the inside of the door frame if you look close. |
| Agent Starbird: |
These guys don't play nice. |
| Agent Starbird: |
How many other buildings on the grounds? Is this the building where the other 3 guys are? |
| Pagan Pub: |
This is the one you want, yeah. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Okay: we need to call this a night here. We won't hit another good stopping point for a couple hours |
| Pagan Pub: |
or so. |