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[Parsely]

I'll just take the first sheet that pops up to start with, but we'll be using more than one so don't be shy. Setting changes per character.

Character Sheet
Name: ---
Gender: ---
Appearance: Simple will do fine.
Profession: Any day job will do.
Where: What are you doing right this second?

[wolfchild]

Name: Sam
Gender: Male
Appearance: Everyman, hard to tell from the guy next to him
Profession: Lawyer
Where: Trying to explain to a client why he has to pay you so much

[Harry Baldman]

Name: Father Rathbone
Gender: Male
Appearance: a short, balding, middle-aged man who prefers light clothing and wears glasses.
Profession: Preacher
Where: in Vegas, baby. Currently playing roulette and making eyes at a nearby croupier.

[NRDL]

Name: Sam
Gender: Male
Appearance: Everyman, hard to tell from the guy next to him
Profession: Lawyer
Where: Trying to explain to a client why he has to pay you so much

+1

[Parsely]

You start to click your pen impatiently. An old habit. Mr. Gerhaust, please calm down.

Your client screams at the top of his lungs, his chubby features growing cherry red as he blusters. No I won't counsellor. You're a goddamn snake, these fees are bullshit.

You smooth your tie and set your jaw. Well you did sign an agreement with me stating-

Mr. Gerhaust stands abruptly, kicking his chair to the floor. Don't tell me what I signed Sam, you don't need to tell me what I fucking signed. You think I'm stupid or something.

Well I- He picks up his chair and slams it back to it's proper place before dropping his not inconsiderable bulk into it.

Don't interrupt me Sam, I hate it when you fucking do that. Never fucking interrupt me. Quit it with the pen you nerve-wracking sonofabitch. You roll your eyes and keep clicking it. He glares at you.

He takes a ragged cloth from inside his jacket and smears the moisture from his forehead. Man does my head been hurt. He winces and places his free hand on his temple. Sweet Jesus Sammy I swear it's just gonna fucking explo--

Your client freezes. His left eyelid twitches once and his head explodes, covering your black suit and your executive firm office in blood. You scream and throw your hands up, falling out of your brown leather swivel chair even as your now extremely dead client slumps to the floor. You scramble to your feet, panting and wiping the gore from your eyes. Bits of skull and brain plaster your desk and the wall behind you, with a small clean spot being left in the shape of your body's profile.

You walk slowly around your desk, and watch the fat Mr. Gerhaust's fluids seep into the carpet, staining it a sickening shade of red. You run over to your door and peer carefully through the square plate glass window set into it. Apparently no one heard your scream. You turn the bolt and pull the shade down. You turn around and around, pacing the length of the office, touching your head with one blood smeared hand and muttering. Ohgodohgodohgodohgod. What do I do? Gotta hide.. Gotta hide him.. Gotta run.. Do I call the cops? No.. Yeah! No, no.. Shit! You glance out the other window, the one that gives you a view of the mid-afternoon traffic in the street below. 40 floors straight down could be the easiest way out of this.

Spoiler: Character (click to show/hide)

Name: Sam
Gender: Male
Appearance: Everyman, hard to tell from the guy next to him
Profession: Lawyer
Where: Trying to explain to a client why he has to pay you so much

- Health -
Fine

- Inventory -
Wallet, Kerchief, Lucky pen

[Lenglon]

Enter a state of functional denial, such that everything seems unreal... as though it is happening to someone else. Phone police. tell them "my client literally just exploded in my office. I think someone planted a bomb on him." and then tell them how to reach you. ignore the obvious logic failure of the total lack of shrapnel and other such things. do not leave the office nor unlock the door until the police arrive.

[wolfchild]

Enter a state of functional denial, such that everything seems unreal... as though it is happening to someone else. Phone police. tell them "my client literally just exploded in my office. I think someone planted a bomb on him." and then tell them how to reach you. ignore the obvious logic failure of the total lack of shrapnel and other such things. do not leave the office nor unlock the door until the police arrive.

Also remember that You have a security camera in your office, it will prove that you had nothing to do with his head exploding

[Cheesecake]

Hide in his body. Go to his home and tell his wife and kids that he's leaving them forever. Go to all friends and family that he'll be leaving this country very soon. Cut off all ties with the social world, including bills and credit cards. THEN proceed to hide the body.

[Parsely]

You pick up the phone, but the receiver's covered in blood. You're not using it while it's like that. You'd use your kerchief but it's your favourite one, and you don't want to get blood on it.

You actually specifically asked that there not be a camera in your office. It's one of many so-called irrational fears and compulsions of yours.

You look at his exposed neck hole and quickly turn away. Blood makes you a bit queasy, but the idea of ripping a man open and climbing inside him actually makes you sick. You vomit your afternoon coffee into the corner.

Spoiler: Character (click to show/hide)

Name: Sam
Gender: Male
Appearance: Everyman, hard to tell from the guy next to him
Profession: Lawyer
Where: Trying to explain to a client why he has to pay you so much

- Health -
Fine

- Inventory -
Wallet, Kerchief, Lucky pen

[wolfchild]

Panic mode, ENGAGE

[Lenglon]

You're a lawyer.
You have a cell phone.
take it out of the protection of your pocket and USE IT
Plan B)
unlock door.
yell at secretary to call the police.
shut and relock the door.
wait.

[Parsely]

- Inventory -
Wallet, Kerchief, Lucky pen

Try again.

[Cheesecake]

I know! Let's kill him and hope we roll a 1 so that Gunin makes him live again!

[Lenglon]

open door
yell at secretary "call the police"
shut and relock door

[Parsely]

You unlock the door and pull it open. Hey, uh.. Call the police! Someone's put a bomb in this man's head! You slam the door and lock it again.

[6] Someone knocks on the door. City bomb squad! Open the door sir!

Spoiler: Character (click to show/hide)

Name: Sam
Gender: Male
Appearance: Everyman, hard to tell from the guy next to him
Profession: Lawyer
Where: Trying to explain to a client why he has to pay you so much

- Health -
Fine

- Inventory -
Wallet, Kerchief, Lucky pen