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RedCo HQ, 3rd floor, Accounting Office.

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MilkShaq's House of Dairy & B-Ball.

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The NNY Zoological Institute.

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The N.O.R.E.D. SantaBot Tracking Centre.

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[Grek]

((Only if you're going to do something that you think needs a roll or if I tell you to.))

[Spinal_Taper]

Antidone takes a quick look around at his comrades, pursing his lips in dissapointment.
Male, male, Man in a horse mask... woman.
His gaze halts on Milly, glancing up and down her contemplatively.
Perhaps... Perhaps... Ehh... Perhaps another time. Last time I got involved with a comrade, things got messy.
He frowned at the memory. Messy indeed. Instead, he offered her a quick nod.
"Hello, madam."
Leaving it simply at that, he headed for the stairs, and the way out.

((Oh, can I change my char's appearence?))

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Heya," Milly said in response, waving to Antidone as he left. Get milk, huh? There should be an I.G.A. not even five minutes from here. It shouldn't be too hard to sneak in and steal some milk. But this time... I think I'll take the stairs, even if they are hell on my heels. A few minutes later, Milainai was crossing the street and heading into the store to snatch all the milk she could get and get out without anyone noticing. (Stealth roll here, right? 2d6+2=7.)

Unfortunately she was noticed stuffing bottles of milk into her coat. She had to think fast. (Obfuscating the issue, go! 2d6+4=8. ...I'm having the most horrible luck right now, and I don't even know if I'm doing this right. XD) "Hey, a three-headed monkey! No? Not gonna fall for that one, huh?" Milly sighed and paid for the milk, then left the grocery store to trudge back to the roof.

(Er... was this doing it right, or should I have just left off at her leaving and waited for a situation to react to? ^^^;)

[Grek]

((That's about correct. Waiting for the other players to post before I post the resolution, though.))

[Lillipad]

SerCon, you have no idea what kind of good luck Milly has compared to Guy.

Guy attempts to go down the building unescorted,But somehow finds himself at the top of another building five blocks away from the Empire Stakehouse. Horribly lost, he attempts to get down this building without resorting to jumping, as he has had to do in the past, only to find himself somewhere in the sewers

[Grek]

((Just waiting on RAM))

[RAM]

This was not burgers. The milkshake was was unworthy. The only recourse, to strike out at the milkshake. There was a nod of assent before ducking out of the window.
 The casting cook sought out the fearsome milkshake syndicate. Surely they would have the supplies. The casting cook followed the trail of milkshake consumption, through discarded cups and unwitting drinkers, back to its source, the dreaded Milkshack.
 The perimeter was easily infiltrated, nought but a few guards at the obvious entrances, but the milk vaults would be more securely defended. A distraction was needed. An olive was thrown10 at a distant light to distract the crowd as the Cook absconded with the low-quality boxed sandwiches adjacent to the counter. Leaping from rafter to rafter 11 the cook sent down a 12superior, burger-like banquet from above to draw out the guards.

[Grek]

Time Remaining: 27:00
Guy has managed to get himself hopelessly lost. First he ends up on the top of the TacoTaco Hut TacoTaco Emporium several blocks away. Taking the elevator down, he somehow ends up in the basement. Seeing no other options, he heads down a conviently placed manhole leading into the sewer. He's not alone. Something's in the water, coming towards him.

((Make a check to either escape whatever's coming towards you or to catch it unawares!))
The guards beneath the casting cook are drawn to the delicious scent of the burger. Though they were professionals, they could not help but abandon their posts and begin to feast on the banquet of bun and beef bequeathed to them. It was almost too easy...
Meanwhile, the rest of the party makes their way to a local B.G.A (Blue Grocers Alliance) supermarket.

Milly sneaks inside, intent on shoplifting herself a few gallons of your mission objective. She makes it to the door, coat pockets bulging with cartons of milk, only to be stopped by this fellow:



Samurai: "Hwa~ Shoplifting not permitted! You put your hands in air, or I use sword!" He doesn't seem to be in a mood to buy any excuses.

((If you pay for the milk, you can attempt Social Combat against the guard to convince him not to arrest you. Or you can engage in actual combat to beat him up and render him unable to arrest you.))

Do the rest of you want to come to her aide? Or try to find Guy? Or did you attempt to follow the casting cook?

[scapheap]

Barry walk to samurai "Now now, I don't think you should be little one." Harry stated looking down at the samurai roll the samurai seem unmoved.

[Lillipad]

Guy gripped the handle of his knife in its small, concealed sheath inside the jacket of his suit. The familiar feeling of battling something in unknown grounds was returning to this ex-cop, ex-hired knife. He had done it several times in the past, when attempting to travel small distances. The worst of it probably happened during his battle with the Soviets, but that was alright. Whatever this thing is, it's too bad it had to run into Guy. The knife is drawn. And Guy has the drop on whatever this thing, ready to murder it if he has to.

[RAM]

The casting cook climbs into the vault and closes the door. They then bind two of the milk canisters in a row and over-pressurises the rear one. With reigns tied to the forward cannister they open the rear-canister and prepare to ride the milk out through the rear wall.

[Spinal_Taper]

Antidone watches Barry walk up to the guard, raising an eyebrow before following him and watching his fruitless attempt of diplomacy with the samurai. He approaches afterwards, smiling widely.
"Now now good people. No need to bicker and fight now, is there?"
Then, with hands like trained lightning, he whips one of the two pistols from his pocket, twirling the trigger guard around his index finger before smashing it into the samurais head.
"There's just a need to fight in this situation."
((RAM, watch out. That might be taken as spilling the milk.))

[RAM]

Oh my, you are right! I completely forgot about that! No matter... My disdain for this non-burger based mission dictates that I care little for casualties amongst the dairy population...

[Grek]

Using the milk as a jet engine will almost certainly count as spilling it.

E: That said, it's only a -1, so you're probably coming out ahead as long as you don't crash into anything.

[SeriousConcentrate]

(I don't want to hold things up by not posting, but on the other hand I'm not really sure if I'm necessary since Spinal pretty much annihilated that guard with his excellent roll. ^^^; If I do need to post something, I'll do it when I wake up in the morning, just let me know.)