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[Xantalos]

(( 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.))

((Indeed.
But seriously man. Waterfood.))

[Harry Baldman]

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!

"There's, like, fruit, though. Fruit is... 80% water, was it? Maybe more. Apples are totally foodwater. And tomatoes. And waterfood is... ketchup or something."

Freddie thinks carefully.

"Wait, no! No! Soup! Soup's totally waterfood!"

[Xantalos]

Frogdo blinks slowly, a dawning realization of something coming over his face.
...Dude.
We gotta go get some soup.

((In true RTD fashion, half the PCs are psychopaths, at least 2 are eccentric, and one's a future hipster stoner.
Good luck, city. You'll need it.))

[Tomcost]

Randall quickly decided to do what he was best in: scavenging.

Scavenge for anything useful.

[Xanmyral]

<~ && ~>

[What's this it's LATE NIGHT EARLY MORNING UPDATE 'cause it was Friday yesterday. Didn't think I'd be awake enough for this but some hot tea dispelled that. Also holy crap I'm slow at this, I hope I speed up with time and as I get a better idea of what I'm doing. And most likely also as I develop the system more. In other news, I swear these hidden rolls are keeping me on my toes more than you guys.]

[Commercial District]

Spoiler: Group A (click to show/hide)

Samuel Allworthy

Electric blue words appear in the text box, 'Processing,' which shortly after morph into 'general store.' The text box disappears and you are once again left with a view of the map of the nearby area, mostly streets crowded with buildings edge to edge with the exception for the rare alleyway. Soon a few dots show up but unfortunately they're all a good bit away from your position, with the closest taking an... Estimate of about a six minute drive assuming average traffic and enforced speed limits, or an hour of walking according to your HUD.

Perception: 1 - 1 = 0

You don't notice anything remiss beyond the typical sights and sounds of a decaying city. You know it's actually rather pleasant out under the artificial sky and sun, just soaking in this mechanically maintained environment like this. It's good to be outside again after being cooped up for a month or so in a bunker.

Frogdo Badtirigidon

The text box pauses momentarily as it processes your request before taking you to the commercial district. The key words 'warehouse' flash again, and your view of the map zooms out again until the whole of the ship is in front of your eyes yet again. Then it zooms in at a sickening speed until a different area comes into view, the words 'Hanger' hanging in the air as several buildings flash and dots appear listing them as warehouses. Little more is said about them however, to little surprise. The hanger is typically kept under heavy lock and key by the Enforcers to try and curb smuggling. Unsuccessfully curb it, but all the same.

However... The map brings you back to the commercial district and highlights a small row of warehouses, four to be precise. Much smaller and more compact than the ones shown previous, but warehouses all the same and even not under old lock and key by the Enforcers due to being commercially owned. As you look to see how far they are from you, you notice a blue dot that states 'YOU ARE HERE' a street over from the warehouses. Wouldn't even take five minutes if you could find a way to cut across the houses.

Perception: 4 - 1 = 3

You hear a slight shuffle of feet trying to be quiet but drag their heels too much, but any noise brought about by the feet is drowned out by a sudden car alarm followed by a clang and a storm of cussing from up ahead amongst the defunct cars...

Harvey

The map closes from lack of focus and no verbal input, taking its place back in the upper left corner of your sight, just simply displaying the words 'MAP' in small letters ready to expand again at a moment's notice when needed. As you wait for the group to finish their deliberations of foodwater and waterfood.

Perception: 3

You hear someone sliding their feet across concrete up ahead amongst the derelict cars, trying to be silent but they drag their feet too much. Of course any notion that whoever this is having stealth is diminished when a car alarm went off, soon followed by a clang and someone cursing loudly...

Freddie Firenzo

Your map closes from lack of focus and input, locating itself neatly in the upper left corner of your vision sitting snugly under the words 'OBJECTIVES,' both just waiting for their time to shine and draw your eye. You propose your ideas to the group and seem to of even brought one around with persuasive talk of foodwater and waterfood...

Perception: 6

You hear four people desperately to be quiet as they try to get closer to your group from amongst the junked cars. One's shuffling their feet making a racket with the loose stones while the other three are doing well enough in their stealth, but not that well. One steps with trepidation as if fearing reprisal form some unseen source, the shuffling feet with laziness and an overall casual nature, one very purposeful and was overall the quietest, with the last set of steps sounding more defined, almost a silent stomp if you will. You hear Randall head out towards the four, which is soon followed by a car alarm and then by a clang of a metal object hitting cement, and some rather vulgar and loud cursing.

Randall Steward

Your map closes and minimize, moving up to the upper left field of your vision since it was neither focused on nor given input. You head away from the group and the concrete shell of the bunker, towards the street with the intent to plunder it of its hidden hobo-treasure. It's littered with all sorts of junk, you might find something interesting here given a sharp eye and good intuition...

Looting: 1
Perception: 1

Hm... You think you get on the trail of something, your gut is telling you that obviously the best treasure must be around the cars. After all, if people left in such a rush maybe they left something in a trunk or maybe under a seat. You pick a car that seems in well enough condition, doesn't look too beat up so maybe it has some good stuff in it! You wipe away some crud off of the window and try to peer inside... but the car has other ideas as it wailed in protest to being mistreated so, figuratively shouting out for someone nearby to notice. There was a clang from the other end of the car as four men stood up, one feebly grasping their dropped pipe. They don't look too happy...

Group

1 Sneak: 4
2 Sneak: 2
3 Sneak: 4
4 Sneak: 1

The four men stood up from the other side of the car as Randall, not seeing a point in being stealthy anymore. One clutched a pipe close to himself, the one who had dropped his, while another bore a knife and a third another pipe, the forth doesn't seem to be armed with anything beyond hand wraps. They all look unkempt and as if they haven't eaten well, if at all, for weeks.

The first man with hand wraps shrugged. "Well, so much for being quiet..."

His companion, the third one clutching the knife however wasn't taking the disturbance as well, jabbing the knife in Randall's direction angrily. "Fucking dammit do you know what the hell you just did?! Do you?!"

"Course he don't, he's a fella from that bunker, looks it at least. Damn, right out the gate and you already make a ruckus, as if that damn door opening wasn't enough to wake the neighborhood." The second man with the pipe casually stated to Randall.

The fourth one, the one who dropped their pipe however stammered in a response. "Guys, we should really get out of here. L-like now. Dammit I didn't even want to come here in the first place, that door would of attracted too much attenti--"

The angry knife wielding man cut him off, not taking his eyes off of Randall. "Not until we get what we came here for! Now where's the fucking food, we know you some! Hand it over and maybe we won't kill you!"

"Now that's mighty harsh, maybe a tad of a roughing up would do 'em well if'in he don't oblige, yeah?"

"No hard feelings, but we need something to eat. I'd suggest listening to them."

[Outskirts]

Spoiler: Group B (click to show/hide)

Marion Dupont

The map minimized due to being given a lack of focus and input, moving towards your upper left field of vision as it rests in place below your minimized objectives list, both soundly displaying 'MAP' and 'OBJECTIVES' respectively.

You quickly move out of the concrete building and onto the streets, staying close to the buildings and try to remain out of sight and unnoticeable. You snag some of the paper from the ground and try to find an identifiable date or anything that would indicate how old it was, but are thwarted by the shoddy state it's in. Looks like it was scheduled to rain while you were in the bunker and that ruined most of the paper on the ground, most just containing smears of ink or were even too tattered for that.

A glance at the walls shows them to be more worn than they were, some missing chunks from... Something. Maybe a car nicked it, or someone threw something at it? A closer glance does show bullet holes in the walls, but its hard to tell whether they're new from whatever happened or old holes by the gang wars that often take part in this sector of the city. Crime was always the most rampant here, but it always stuck to bits closest to the maintenance corridors or generally away from the public at large. Generally.

Given focus again, the map maximizes and competes for your attention again as it shows first the ship, then zooms, much quicker than is comfortable, onto your location in the outskirts. The prompt displays and directions it processes as it attempts to map a course between where you are now to the nearest maintenance entrance. Only a short while later it reveals the course, a solid blue line going from your flashing dot to a flag stuck on the map a distance away. It calculates and displays for you that it's only an almost five minute drive away taking into account for average traffic and speed limits, and near that chunk of information displays the walking distance as being forty five minutes.

You decrease the zoom and look at your condo along with its accordance to the route. With a little nudging and lengthening the trip by about fifteen some minutes, you could have it be a pit stop in the middle of the way there. So just a good thirty minute walk there, then a thirty minute walk to the maintenance entrance. Being so near such a portal is often handy for one in the inspection profession, such areas are often used by the less reputable sorts.

Messing with the map a bit further, you request of it to show you hydroponics and engineering. With a quick shift in perspectives to viewing the entire ship again, a part of it flashes and zooms in on that area. The two areas are rather close together but that doesn't mean they're close to you sadly, both of them requiring either entrance from the maintenance tunnels or from the some of the more frequent engineering outposts. According to the map a good amount of hours of driving, a few days of walking, or a short train ride away.

[From what I'm seeing so far and how I write these updates, six is pretty solidly my limit for now.]
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Spoiler: Freddie Firenzo; Harry Baldman (click to show/hide)

Name: Freddie Firenzo
Gender: Male
Attribute: Inspiration
Short Description: a somewhat small man, balding, wears glasses and possesses a pencil mustache. Covers up encroaching baldness with a clearly stolen trilby and hides rather unimposing physique behind a somewhat oversized pastel blue tuxedo.
Short Biography: despite the rather dire nature of the situation, Freddie is quite glad, all in all, that whatever happened happened. He was in the middle of contemplating suicide when the sirens came, trying to decide upon a good method to carry out a deed. However, evacuation put a stop to that kind of thinking, and Freddie rather appreciates the circumstances due to this. Why, he could make off with an entire tuxedo and hat in the chaos, and nobody noticed. For him, this whole apocalypse thing is kind of a definite improvement, really. Certainly an opportunity to reinvent himself, find some sort of track to get his life onto at last.
Inventory: AFU, Comm, HUD, Metal Club
Health: Nominal
Wounds: None

Spoiler: Frogdo Badtirigidon; Xantalos (click to show/hide)

Name: Frogdo Badtirigidon
Gender: Male
Attribute: IRONMAN
Short Description: He's a short dude with curly brown hair, spiky stubble, and heterochromatic eyes - blue and brown.
Short Bio: Maaaaaan, he was a dude who came from the streets, maaaaan, and he was angry and resentful and stuff, maaaaan. He's a survivor because he, like, KNOWS da streetz, maaaaan.
Inventory: AFU, Comm, HUD, Metal Club
Health: Nominal
Wounds: None

Spoiler: Randall Steward; Tomcost (click to show/hide)

Name: Randall Steward
Gender: Male
Attribute: Intimidation
Short Description: a short and filthy dark-haired individual. His back is always slightly bended fowards, which gives him the impression of being a hunchback. Actually, he stays like that to remain unseen.
Short Biography: Randall's parents abandoned him when he was but a a kid. He survived in the streets pretty much as a rat, stealing food and hiding. Treated by everybody as scum, he never found a way to integrate into society and kept living with low standards.
Inventory: AFU, Comm, HUD, 2 Knives
Health: Nominal
Wounds: None

Spoiler: Marion Dupont; notquitethere (click to show/hide)

Name: Inspector Marion Dupont
Gender: Female
Short Bio/Description: A tall, commanding woman, previously an investigator in Ship Enforcement. After the warning sirens she moved in an orderly fashion to the nearest bunker. Her goals are: A. Find out if her daughter is safe. B. Get to the bottom of what's going on.
Attribute: Hammerer
Inventory: AFU, Comm, HUD, Metal Club
Health: Nominal
Wounds: None

Spoiler: Harvey; Patrick Hunt (click to show/hide)

Name: Harvey
Gender: Male
Attribute: Hammerer
Description: Fairly tall with a lean but muscled body, long black hair and bright blue eyes.
Background: Winging it.
Inventory: AFU, Comm, HUD, 2 Knives
Health: Nominal
Wounds: None

Spoiler: Samuel Allworthy; Persus13 (click to show/hide)

Name: Samuel Allworthy
Gender: Male
Attribute: Inspiration
Short Description: A tall formally dressed man with a conductor's baton
Short Biography: An orchestra conductor who managed to get to the shelter on the way to a concert.
Inventory: AFU, Comm, HUD, 2 Knives
Health: Nominal
Wounds: None

[Xantalos]

((This is actually really cool! Can we see or hear Randall's predicament? It may be time for my patent pending streetwise stoner assault.))

[Xanmyral]

[You know, I thought to mention that but I figured not in my current utterly sleep deprived state. Yeah, all of you guys can see them but they so far only know Randall was there.

Also you got really lucky with that distance roll. All of you guys actually, nothing has been in 'driving' distance yet. Well, nothing randomly generated.]

[Xantalos]

((I know that sleep deprived feel well, sir. Speaking of which, I haven't slept in 3 days so I'm going to go pass out for several hours now. My turn will be up whenever I am.))

[Xanmyral]

[An edit to the update: I forgot the car alarm and general 'rolled a six' stuff in Harry's character's perception. Fixed now, time for sleep now.]

[Harry Baldman]

Freddie tries to yell over the noise of the car alarm, walking in the direction of the survivors.

"WE'RE LOOKING FOR FUCKING FOOD AND FUCKING WATER AS WELL! ANY FUCKING IDEA WHERE WE COULD FIND ANYTHING LIKE THAT? AND ARE THERE ANY MORE FUCKING SURVIVORS?"

He wonders if he's got the survivor dialect right.

Walk to bunch of survivors, perform loud diplomancy to alleviate tensions. Explain situation. If they attack me or anyone else in my group, swing club menacingly at the rude guy who appears to be the somewhat tiny brains of the operation.

[Persus13]

Start humming Beethoven's 5th to inspire Freddie. Then use HUD to search for food warehouses, then lok for restaurants.

[Patrick Hunt]

Stay quiet and draw my knives, try to position myself to have a clear line of sight without being seen.

[Tomcost]

-I-I-We don't have any food. We were sent to gather food. We are looking for the same thing as you

Begin to slowly walk backwards

[notquitethere]

Carefully make way to condo, keeping an eye out for survivors and any clues as to what's gone wrong.

[Xantalos]

Yo maaaan, all we doin is searching for essential supplies to our continues existence such as food and water, yo. Know where we could pick up somma dat, y'dig?

Approach band of four and attempt gangsta diplomacy. If they turn hostile, wave my club at them and try to intimidate them by pointing out the blood spot on it and making a big deal out of it.