((For clarification: there is a box of each color for each of us, right?))Each crate is chalk full of the stuff, neatly packed and organized. More than enough for all of the group, would be enough if there was maybe three or four times as many people organized than the ten or so there in the office.
Harvey picks up his kit and puts it on.The Enforcer addressed Harvey first. "Munitions and arms are scarce and more needed to maintain order down here. Survivors are to be dealt with as the situation determines, if they need to be put down for your safety do so. I've no doubt in your abilities to obtain weaponry above ground but I can see what we can offer." With that the man glanced at one of the ever present Enforcer guards, and sensing his intent saluted and left the room.
"Any weapons? Other survivors might not be happy to see us."
Pick up kit and apply it, double-checking the mouth-seal.Next the man turned his gaze to Marion, and as he spoke his voice took on a more respectful tone due to her previous position. "Several hull breaches have been documented during the event, most in the maintenance quarters or slums, however by now they've probably been sealed and the rooms pressurized again. Most of the intact equipment doesn't detect anything beyond the normal background radiation, but we may of just been lucky. Other than that, you know as much as we do. There were three entrances and exits to the bunker from the three main sectors of the living quarters, unfortunately the one to the slums have collapsed, most likely due to whatever caused the hull breach."
"What do we know about what's going on out there? Any leads?" asks Marion over the comm, checking the chatter frequency is set correctly. "Oh and what part of the ship are we going to exit out on?"
Put on kit, and make my clothes looked messed up. Don't want other survivors targeting the man in the business suit.Lastly the man narrowed his eyes at Samuel as his tone reverted to his usual gruff. "Supposedly all of you, otherwise why would you be here wasting my time?"
"So, who all is going?"
Ask the Enforcer "You said we can't have weapons, but what about melee weapons? You got any spare lengths of pipe or wood or things like that lying around?"
(( I'd rather get thirsty, hunger tends to turn people into cannibals and I'd rather not have to eat you ;). ))
((Indeed.(( I'd rather get thirsty, hunger tends to turn people into cannibals and I'd rather not have to eat you ;). ))
((You can survive for weeks without food, although it's most definitely not pleasant. Dehydration just kills you within days.))
Dude, I'm totally bummed out as it is that we haven't invented, like, waterfood. Foodwater. ... Both in one. But there's gotta be some that are in the food plants. Besides, I got the muchies bad, maaaaaan!
((Ties go to the aggressor. Hmm, better attack then ask))Combat is harsh and favors the one who starts the fight. But really you got these two so badly outnumbered and out gunned that I don't think it would matter much, then again cornered rats bite just as hard.
(How does inspiration work?)Sorry for not explaining it well, basically whenever you do an 'active action' (basically something you're initiating and focusing on) you have the chance to Crit. You Crit by rolling a six on that action, and another d6 is rolled to confirm to where if another six is rolled, you Crit. When you Crit, you have the option to activate your attribute if you so wish.
Shake my head at the 2 watching me in exasperation, counter attack if they move for me.Ah, sorry, I suppose I should of said 'read your character's section of the update, and the group section as it may be applicable.' Those two are trying to beat feet right now.
Follow the group discreetly keeping my knifes drawn. Stay in the shadows.By group do you mean the two fleeing?
Continue being invisible.[Yep. But that's most likely going to be an 'end of major event' kind of thing instead of a 'do something an arbitrary amount of times' kind of thing. Bridge, get there, etc.]
(( Will we develop traits or skills if we use specific skills enough? ))
"Glad that you people could see things our way, really. Now, my question is, where'd you people even come from?"NOW THAT YOU'VE SURRENDERED LIKE LITTLE BITCHES-
Ask!
"This is Inspector Dupont, do you read me? Over."
"How's it looking your side?" says Marion over the comms. "I've not seen a soul, but I've found evidence that people were taken to the Hanger. I'm patching the locale through to you. That near where you are?"
"It's Marion Dupont, Inspector Marion Dupont. I'm a part of your investigation party. I don't know why you all head to the commercial district," says Marion "Anyway, I'm at this subway."
She sends her location on the mini-map to the rest of the party.
"I'm close to Maintenance and from there I can get to Engineering but I want one of you to follow up this Hangar lead if you're close by. For now, I'm just seeing if the trains are running."
Marion breathes a long exasperated sigh.
"Listen here punk, I was there with the others at the beginning and you know it. I've got a lead to where there are survivors. Rescuing survivors is one of our goals. If I can get a train running we can all get around the city much quicker: it'll take us days to get anywhere as it is. Is one of you chumps gonna co-operate or do I have to do everything myself?"
She quickly calls out on the comms, "Anyone know anything about people with white eyes spitting black ash?!"
It was very amusing.She quickly calls out on the comms, "Anyone know anything about people with white eyes spitting black ash?!"
"Haven't met anyone like that, no. We did kick and punch the daylights out of some perfectly normal, albeit unusually stupid people, though."
Pocket that stapler. You never know when it might be useful.
[Oh! Forgot to send an action in. There's extreme penalties for running away, right?]
Nah. I mean, if your legs are damaged or something, yeah there would be a problem with fleeing, but for the most part that's a pretty valid tactic if you find yourself in over your head.[Ah, must have been another RTD I had in mind. Can our skill improve n this or is it all equipment and environment based?]
Grab the gun and search his pockets fast. Shoot it in the gut.That was going to be my action too.
Put my air filtration unit((Did you miss this?))
Put my air filtration unit((Did you miss this?))
See? S'easy.
Hand headlamp to smart guy.
Now whatcha wanting that thing for?
"Hey guys, this is Samuel. Anyone else being attacking by weird black monster things?"
(( I'm guessing a close range surprise shot gets a bonus? ))
(( Ok, but wouldn't 4 meters be point flank with a gun? At that range by the time you hear the click of the trigger the bullet has already hit you. ))It's less dodging the bullet and more dodging the trigger finger, really. Being point blank just means, in this system, that you're within melee range and the opponent has trouble getting out of the way of fire, more than they already had even from a distance.
Yo Freddie, I got some oil here.
"This is Dupont, do you copy? I'm going to hole down out here for the night. How's everyone holding up?"
-T-This is Randall. W-What do you mean by glowing dude?
-T-This is Randall. W-What do you mean by glowing dude?
"Guy in a suit, has a briefcase. Can't hear him breathe, can't hear him run, there's a little glowing haze around him you can barely see."
((Wait a minute. We're apparently on a spaceship. Couldn't we set it up so that the sun never sets?))
((Just out of curiosity, Xanmyral, can we assume that our footwear are made out of rubber? (in the base, I mean, the part that makes contact with the floor)))
((Not that I need it now, but if they had been made out of rubber I would have pulled many shenanigans regarding electricity. Because disarming an electric trap with your boots beats even Mc Gyver))((Just out of curiosity, Xanmyral, can we assume that our footwear are made out of rubber? (in the base, I mean, the part that makes contact with the floor)))
Your current footwear have soles made of a poly-constructed material that's more akin to a pliable plastic than rubber. It'll last you longer, but it'll conduct electricity and melt. Rubber work boots can probably be found if looked for in the right places though.
(( So it ate the rifle to make the scope? Because the idea was for it just to fit the scope to the rifle. ))
Marion salutes to the Enforcer.
"Well met. If someone can fix me up some dinner, I've got a full report to give before I bunk down. None of the others back yet?"
"That's a very good rule you have. I'd hate to get killed for looking inside a store. I've got a warning for you guys - there's something sleeping inside this store, and, according to this one holo-ad that apparently lives here, you rooting around the place has a good chance of waking whatever it is up. Now, it could be another holo-ad or it could be some kind of security system. Maybe it could even be some kinda monster. Anyhow, thought you should know before you get too carried away."
Warn these dudes. They're okay people, seems like.
((Don't you want to say: "get back to the shelter". At least answer me. I am still waiting you outside))Who is this to?
((Don't you want to say: "get back to the shelter". At least answer me. I am still waiting you outside))Who is this to?
Grab all the food, then look for a meat cleaver, while I say:
-I-It should be time to get into the shelter. I will call the other t-two to see why the heck are they not here yet.
((Public conversation:))
-Harvey and S-Samuel, this is Randall. What the f-fuck are you doing? We are riskying being attacked if you don't come.
Inspect the battery. Determine if it has any wires still attached to it, and if it has a way to be turned on and off. Without touching it.
Marion walks and talks.
"Things are bad out there yeah. Lots of infrastructure damage, empty streets, signs of—" and here her voice wavers a little, "—kidnapping, but that's not the worst of it. I was attacked by a man that should have been dead."
She lets the words sink in.
"He had a bullet hole right here," and she points at her head, "and he was spitting black ash all over the place. I tried to restrain him bit he just kept going. It's possible this might have happened to more people. You ask if I'm preparing for a war, but frankly, it's already begun."
Marion points at her head-set.
"From the comms it sounds like the others met with more people, I think we'll easily be able to reach hydroponics tomorrow."
"Leave off the poor guy, man. He's confused. Maybe we can explain all this to him," Freddie says, turning to Briefcase.
"Calm down! We can resolve this issue! You just need to listen to me!"
Try to get Briefcase's attention.
I'll leave ya's to that, Freddie.
Yo dude, what were those rules you had?
Inquire about rules.
"Right then. Sir, I have to ask you several things. For one, how many people have you seen walking around the streets these days? How did they look? Secondly, why do you think the authorities have not responded to your calls yet?"
-It must be t-those things. We should stay silent.
Move to a corner silently and draw the revolver.
Head into the bunker.
Marion, exhausted, quickly relays to the Sergeant what she said to the Enforcers before insisting on a ration and getting to sleep.
Thinking briefly and bitterly about her daughter's father, she finishes with the Sergeant, saying "And it's Ms, not Mrs."
Get down and be silent and alert, mace at the ready.
Get down and be quiet.
-W-We have plenty of information on t-those creatures. C-Can you take us to whoever is in charge of g-getting the report of what we saw?
" Thats good, I'm still keeping the weapons though. If those things out there find a way in here it's going to be a blood bath. "
Frogdo jerks out of his comatose state.
Asimov? Who the fuq is Asimov?
Freddie becomes quite alarmed upon hearing the noise. He looks at Briefcase.
"That sound worries me. Tell me who Asimov is, please. Tell me exactly who he is."
Stand ready for shit to go down.
" I did indeed and it can make a fair few different weapons, I need something a bit bigger then this little thing and for that I need raw metal, do you know where I could find any outside the bunker?
I'll bring you back a list of what it can make in case you want anything from it."
Ask.
-Y-Yes sir- I managed to find a survivor, well, more precisely a group of survivors, but most of them were just c-cowards. He agreed to provide us some information from the outside in exchange of a s-safe place here.
((As I want my character to sleep and we are likely going to spend a lot of time here, I'm going to put what I want to do in the conversation in actions:))
DO:
-Give him all the information he asks.
-Arrange an air filtration unit and all of the standard equipment to be given to Wilmer. Explain to him that he will have to earn his place here.
-Say that Samuel and Harvey already fought and killed one of those things.
DO NOT:
-Say that we found food there.
And after everything, go eat my ration and then have a nap.
" I'll have your prints end of tomorrow, can't head back out till dawn if I wanna avoid being monster food. "
Walk around and look for Randall.
-I-I'm sorry sir.
Quickly get up and grab my stuff, then feign to go to my house, and go around a corner. Then look for a restaurant of rich people, they always waste food that ends up being perfectly edible in the garbage.
"Wait a minute, Mr. Asimov! You can't open the store yet! It's not morning! Have you no sense of proper work ethics? You can't just open a store that isn't even yours when it's not working hours! It's a betrayal of store policy! Are you sure you can do that of your own initiative?"
Delay!
Prepare myself to eat the meal. Wake up before I get to taste it.
Tell him everything I know
"A few questions, though. What does he get from docking? And where can he do it?"
Ask Forrest.
Attempt to distract it with talk of looking for backroom whiskey.
"It's a defective bit of floaty code that's trying to kill us! Jus' tell us where the docks are an' we can smash his!"
Go to the general meeting area and look at the people there while leaning against a corner. Pay attention to what do they do, their actitudes, etc.
"Hush up, man. Snapping at the poor confused guy isn't going to solve anything. We all need to work together here, and we can presumably get out of here optimal-like."
"So, Forrest. Do you and Asimov both handle sales, or just advertising?"
"Head out I've got some work to do."((You know, if you go out, you let all of us inside without being able to go out for who know how many turns))
Go back to the machine, feed the metal in then see if I can build any rifles.
(( Did I gain any traits from the first day? ))
(( Did I gain any traits from the first day? ))
Frogdo's face goes blank.
What dat guy said.
Also wait.
"No material left, all I had was my pay for the job. We need to find a hardware store to get more.-S-Seems that it will be what we do until n-noon comes
One thing that struck me as odd with the setting is that it's essentially a contemporary city transported up into space. Was this literally what happened?I'm sorry, but where did you get this impression? I don't remember anything like that.
Uh, there's apartment blocks and streets and motor vehicles and we're in a space ship.One thing that struck me as odd with the setting is that it's essentially a contemporary city transported up into space. Was this literally what happened?I'm sorry, but where did you get this impression? I don't remember anything like that.
Mechanics question: how do you decide when something is definitely dead?
Important question - are there countryside-style areas, or is Ship City a metropolis throughout?
Where did it say we were in a space ship.Uh, there's apartment blocks and streets and motor vehicles and we're in a space ship.One thing that struck me as odd with the setting is that it's essentially a contemporary city transported up into space. Was this literally what happened?I'm sorry, but where did you get this impression? I don't remember anything like that.
The OP:Where did it say we were in a space ship.Uh, there's apartment blocks and streets and motor vehicles and we're in a space ship.One thing that struck me as odd with the setting is that it's essentially a contemporary city transported up into space. Was this literally what happened?I'm sorry, but where did you get this impression? I don't remember anything like that.
Settlements grew on ships, planets, wherever people found it to be profitable or plausible. Great city-ships were created, each an almost self-sustaining community in its own right. This story takes place on one such ship...
TL;DR:
Try to survive a post-apocalypse event that happened on a giant space ship.
Okay, quick question - do the monsters do anything other than eat people and corrupt shit? Do they have any other hobbies or goals in life?