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[Persus13]

"The outside? I haven't seen a lot of interesting stuff, but I only went to one store, and got injured. Anyway, thanks for the advice, I'll head out."

Head for the Sargent's office.

[notquitethere]

Marion wrinkles her nose at the smell and tip-toes towards the smoke, keeping a low-profile, aiming to subtly poke her head around the corner to see the source.

[Xanmyral]

<~ && ~>

Sufficient to say, weird stuff happened. Better late than never though.

[Commercial District]

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With a rush of adrenaline from nearly learning what it would be like to be a pincushion, not to mention being quite rudely dragged about, Harvey decided to do some dragging of his own. The survivor rushed backwards, hoping that there wasn't anything behind him but wall or something equally solid. His hopes proved true as the conjoined pair thwacked against a wall, but the survivor wasn't done yet. He tried to apply pressure against the creature to keep it still but it proved willy, shifting this way and that before finally struggling free.

Light stabbed at the survivor's watering eyes as his prison rapidly lifted itself off of him, seeming to no longer be content to hold onto him. The creature, now that Harvey can get a good look at it finally, was double-timing it towards the exit and leaving a trail of black ash in its hurried wake to flee. Randall snapped towards it with a blanket outstretched, intent to stop it in its tracks while Wilmer seemed quite happy enough that it was leaving.

The creature evaded Randall's grasp easily and slipped past Wilmer, pushing itself into the main room of the store. It hadn't stopped in the slightest, now rushing for the exit of the building entirely.

Pinning (Harvey): [4 - 1 = 3]
Resist (): [5]

Flee (): [6]
Catch (Randall): [3]
Catch (Wilmer): [1]


Freddie didn't miss a beat at the alarm, calmly explaining the situation.

"I get the feeling my friend and your friend weren't very cooperative with Asimov, regrettably. This probably could have been avoided, but hey. At least it seems to be morning and all. Let's get our buddies and get outta here, huh?"
"Best words I've heard in a while. Sick'a this place, seein' it 'gain even years later would be to soon for me. Lunk, get Chin; we're outta here."

One problem down, Freddie still had another answer up his sleeve, revealing it promptly to Forrest.

"Sorry I couldn't help you, man. I can at least tell you my plan, though - ask Asimov what he gets in return for selling off stock. If it's not something valuable, insinuate that something's gone wrong with his defragmentation or whatever and that the store is operating at a loss as a result of what he's doing. Maybe that will work on him, and that's the best I've got. Sadly, I've got to run before something comes along and eats me. Good luck, dude."

"I think your plan may work, user, specially now that whatever he had planned failed. I hope it works at least, I don't think I can force him to dock. He's subsumed most of the store's processes after his change, I can't manipulate him here easily. It was a chore to even just edit the cameras."

"I wish you luck as well, user, hopefully if we meet again it will be happier circumstances. If... Whatever happened gets better, do come back to Gentlemen of Leisure's store. I'll promise you a discount."

Forrest seemed sad, if understanding, at the rapid departure but kept cheerful at the end. The reasoning was sound after all, a store letting off a shrill alarm is bound to attract something terrible in time. Best to not push luck too much.

As Freddie moved to get Frogdo, it seemed unnecessary as the man dashed out from the back with a laugh, Chin following afterwards with similar mirth. Asimov didn't follow, having stayed with his smarmy facade missing and instead left confused.

The barricades were moved and the doors opened to reveal the light of the rising digital sun, both Freddie and Frogdo along with Boss and his group moving quickly away from the shrieking store. Far enough now that the alarm was a dimly heard shrill, Boss and his group parted ways.

"Been nice knowin' yah, not so nice hangin' wit' yah though. Luck to yah two, don' get munched by the monsters yeah? An' try not to take it too hard if we mug yah later!" Boss laughed as the three moved off, Chin and Lunk's distant chant about some rule only faintly heard.

^{"Rule Zero: Three's be three and all is free!"
"Rule Zero: Three's be three and all is free!"}

[Bunker]

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While sticking around what was possibly an illicit deal may seem like a pleasant idea to some, it crossed Samuel as considerably less so. He decides tact was appropriate here, politely declining and deigning to leave the pair to their business.

"The outside? I haven't seen a lot of interesting stuff, but I only went to one store, and got injured. Anyway, thanks for the advice, I'll head out."
"Ah, such a shame. I'm sure even just being on top would be interesting right now compared to the monotony of this bunker. Maybe I'll catch you later then, hmm?"

As he was leaving, the enforcer doesn't seem particularly pleased with the woman but the conductor was thankfully away by then. The Sergeant's office wasn't too far away, a few slowly crowding hallways and the survivor soon found himself outside of the man's door.

With a knock, the door was opened by a helmeted enforcer who simply nodded and moved aside at the sight of Samuel, letting him enter. Behind his desk in the small office, the Sergeant handed something he had signed moments prior to an enforcer who saluted in return and left shortly after. Soon, the head enforcer's mechanical eyes were focused on the conductor.

"Mr. Allworthy. Dr. Fowler has informed me prior that you were awake and well enough to move. Do you need something?"

The Sergeant watched the conductor closely, his cybernetic blue eyes unblinking and unwavering in their stare.

"While you're here, I've a few questions for you. I've spoken with... Harvey recently and asked about your successful encounter with the plagued. I'd be interested in hearing it from your perspective."

[Outskirts]

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Marion sneaked closer in the direction of the foul-smelling smoke. Past a few buildings, and even more terminally parked cars, she spotted the source of the smoke: a burning carcass whose fire tinged darkly at the heart of the flame. Three people were milling about around the fire, talking to one another it seems, while two more were heaving another human corpse on the building fire. The flame took to the body happily, its new fuel similarly tinging the heart of the new flame darkly.

All of the five were armed variously, but the majority seemed to hold large two handed weapons. Of note being an oversized axe, a sort of pole with a large blade affixed at the top with wires coiling down its length, and, strangely enough, a two handed sword that looks like it should really be in a museum more than someone's hands. One of them, possibly their leader, was decked out in what looked like a kind of armor, although from here it was hard to tell what. It looked kinda similar to an enforcer's kit though, if it were stripped down. Of greater note however was the fact that all of them were wearing clothes with bright reds and dull browns, one of them having a large emblem of a red fist on their back.

Free Sons.

The most prolific gang on the ship and the only one that openly clashes with the enforcers. Originally a rebel group bent on freeing the common man, it fought against the enforcers spouting vengeance for every innocent wrongly killed, every person vilely punished. Now, however, they've lost their message in a haze of easy money and power, becoming nothing more than a band of criminals than their prior toted image as 'heroes.'

Its been months though since the ship's civilization fell. While its possible their past may not matter much anymore, they aren't shy to show their colors.

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Spoiler: Freddie Firenzo; Harry Baldman (click to show/hide)

Name: Freddie Firenzo
Gender: Male
Attribute: Inspiration (1)
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, Metal Spike, Cracked Headlight, 7 Dual-Torches, Oil Canister, Lighter, Credit Unions, 2 Rations, Memory Stick

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

Name: Frogdo Badtirigidon
Gender: Male
Attribute: IRONMAN (0)
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

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

Name: Randall Steward
Gender: Male
Attribute: Intimidation (0)
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, Rubber Glove, 5 Rations, Meat Clever, Blanket

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 (1)
Inventory: AFU, Comm, HUD, 2 Rations, Lighter, Handcuffs, Family Photo, Sharp Machete, Metal Club, Heavy Work Gloves, Sledge, Duct Tape, Small Prybar, Box of Nails

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

Name: Harvey
Gender: Male
Attribute: Hammerer (0)
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, Recorder, Revolver, 2 Speed Loaders, Rifle Scope, Rifle Mag, 2 Rifle Rounds, Ration, Credit Unions, Car Parts, First Aid Kit

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

Name: Samuel Allworthy
Gender: Male
Attribute: Inspiration (0)
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
Wounds: Busted Right Arm [4/5]

[Harry Baldman]

"Okay then... Frogdo? What do you think, do we try to find something else around here or do we return to the bunker? I think we can safely say we've pulled a decent shift, found out some info and got some loot, so we could return and get some sleep to top it all off. Or we could keep on looking - there's still a lot of daylight left, after all."

[Xantalos]

Eh, y'know what, I feel like chancin' it. Why don't we go look fer crap on the way back to the bunker?

[notquitethere]

These guys are bad news. Marion creeps back, circling wide around the group, looking to carry on her way without a fight.

[Harry Baldman]

"Hm... but what to look for? A map, maybe? We've already got one, but maybe we could cross-reference some things."

Look for any area maps. Is there any public transportation aside from trains? Like buses, for instance? The stops should have maps of some kind, right?

[Xantalos]

Aight.

Follow him around and keep a look out for anything moving.

[Patrick Hunt]

(( My new gun and ammo is sitting on the machine right? ))

Collect new gun and ammo, fully load both guns and put all ammo into the speed loaders. Plug the datastick in to download the machines info for the quartermaster then follow Randall. Lock the door.


Crawling over towards the machine and clear of the ash Harvey clambered unsteadily to his feet to collect his weapon from the machine and slip the datastick in.

"Uhh, thanks you guys not that I couldn't totally have handled that thing myself."

[notquitethere]

On the private comms channel:

"This is Dupont here, just a friendly warning. We got a group of Free Sons here." She sends over the co-ordinates. "Consider them armed and dangerous."

[Persus13]

"There was this old man who was the owner of a gun shop. He heard something and then this thing came in, attacked the gunshop owner and then came after me. We hit it a lot and eventually thought we killed it, but it was only faking, so we finished it off. Beating up over a period of time seemed like the best way to take it down."

[Tomcost]

((Oh, I forgot to post my action))

-W-Well, at l-least you are ok. W-We will search for t-the d-dead thing while you keep maing guns. T-try to make one for us, if possible.

Look for the dead thing, wrap it with the blanket. Make sure it is dead.

Meanwhile, Randall turned to Wilmer:

-S-so, it is the first time you fight one of t-these things?

[Patrick Hunt]

"No material left, all I had was my pay for the job. We need to find a hardware store to get more.

[Tomcost]

"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

[Patrick Hunt]

" Works for me, if we find any we can divide up between the 3 of us. "