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[Tomcost]

((Someone who is not busy like me answer Marion, please))

[Harry Baldman]

"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?"

"I still don't know who you are! But to answer your question, we did meet people and beat the living daylights out of them - they were stupid and they smelled bad, you see. Now we're aiming to hit up the hydroponics section."

Addendum: follow Frogdo, head off to hydroponics, gaze carefully around the area in the process.

[notquitethere]

"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."

[Harry Baldman]

"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."

"If you're in our investigation party, why aren't you a part of our investigation party? Sounds a bit fishy to me. And what are you doing looking at trains? We're supposed to be looking for food and water first and foremost. And here you're asking one of us to split off from the group and go, completely alone, to this suspicious hangar that people apparently disappeared in."

[notquitethere]

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?"

[Harry Baldman]

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?"

"There's plenty o' survivors as-is, and we probably need food and water before we should do any rescuing - got nowhere to put the whole lot of 'em otherwise. And really, if you want people to help you out, why run off to God knows where on your own? Ain't really sound judgment and all that. Smacks of poor organization. I mean, at least take some other schmuck with you if you're gonna go adventuring. Anyhow, at least two of us are going off to hydroponics, maybe one of the three can help, unless they're too lazy to walk all that way for ya."

[Xanmyral]

<~ && ~>

[Dice, you never do what I expect you to. I really need to stop expecting things.
Also, to make up for lack of updates, expect another Mechanic's Corner coming up.
Sorry if this isn't up to par as per my usual, but I needed to get something out here.]

[Commercial District]

Spoiler: Group A (click to show/hide)

Freddie spoke into his comm, a mumble to everyone else but coming across clearly to everyone else who owned the comm. Not exactly a fancy sub-dermal like the more well-funded groups the city had, or rather used to have, but works well.

Afterwards he addressed the group, telling them that if they can secure or check on hydroponics things will fall in place. The grounded survivor looked up at him from his pained sitting position, gingerly feeling his dislocated jaw. Seems the shock was wearing off, as he was only really half paying attention now to what was going around him.

Frogdo couldn't help but agree, then speaking into his comm afterwards. An electronic flicker from his eyes was all that indicated that he accessed the map, plotting a course to the hydroponics. An faint, transparent blue line streaked from his position and down the street, a line only Frogdo could see.

Seems that if you want to head to hydroponics you'll need to head to the nearest engineering outpost, or maintenance entrance. There's an outpost just about a half hour's walk away, although that just seems the easiest part of the trip, the HUD seems to be expecting a week's worth of travel before reaching hydroponics if on foot, or the better part of a day in a vehicle. The ever present train suggestion is there, mockingly considering the ruined environment. Well, ever journey starts with a single step, no?

Freddie falls in step besides Frogdo, arguing into his comm with Marion on the other end, debating the merits of priorities and her validity as a reliable source of information. The man was quite the multitasker however, scoping out the surroundings as they headed closer to their destination. The area seemed trashed now as it did before, the roads choked with with broken cars and the streets littered with all sorts and forms of refuse.

The windows in the surrounding buildings were cracked as the layered stores' old lights failed to glow due to their power being disrupted long ago. The sky was late-ish afternoon from the looks of it, his HUD promptly informing him that it was five thirty eight right now. His search was interrupted when a piece of paper, flying by a recent pick up in the wind, flew into his face however. Damn garbage, where's the cleaning bots when you need them? Lazy stinking robots...

Harvey, meanwhile, teamed up with Samuel in scoping the place out more, heading off in the opposite direction as Frogdo and Freddie did. At first it seemed the same old same old, nothing exciting unless one took special interest in garbage. It almost seemed like a waste of effort, most of the buildings and their floors seemed ruined and trashed, some more open spaces with a roof than actual buildings anymore. Just as they were about to call it quits though, jackpot.

On the very corner of the street three buildings sat stacked on top of each other, all of them in better shape than their surroundings. The bottom two stores however still looked thrashed, the windows and doors busted and broken but the insides dark from the lack of lighting inside. The first store, on the bottom, seemed to be a general store if the broken light still spoke the truth. "The Storus," it boldly proclaimed to all in sight, a styled box behind the wording with a variety of goods inside of it, words faintly visible on the box describing it as a general store with wares to entice.  The one above it however boasted a much larger sign, a large target and gun very evident on its sign, the edges ringed with fake brush and vegitation, "The Most Dangerous Predator."

The one above the two however was the real treat, all but one of its windows were still intact, not even cracked! The sign even flickered slightly, still working it seems. "Funny Pharm," its glowing lights protested in the day, a pharmacy if the pun and stylized pill in the background of the sign is to be taken. The windows were blackened however, and it didn't seem much better inside from the looks of it via the broken window.

Everyone's HUD quickly displayed the map, although it was much more transparent than usual, as their view quickly shifted into the outskirts of the city portion of the ship, showing a faint blip underground with the words COMM #6 in electric blue lettering. Must be Marion indicating her position.

Randall however was more focused on things in the now than his HUD.

"-A-Apparently there are s-struggles for survival. The h-hostile survivors came here to rob us when they heard the n-noisy door. The survivors are mostly fine, but food is scarce and it had ill e-effects on them."

"We expected as much. We'll get on seeing if we can make the doors quieter, announcing whenever they open isn't optimal here it seems. If some survived though, more must have, which is a good sign that the Event perhaps wasn't as bad as predicted."

Randall then described the ruined environment, the receiver silent, occasionally asking for more thorough explanations of some of the surroundings from Randall which he complied to. When he finished she was silent for a while, long enough to make one wonder if she moved off to perhaps relay what she heard to someone else, but soon enough she replied.

"That is... Unfortunate. Something caused this damage, although we aren't sure what. Worrying, and uninformative. Remember your objectives, finding out what happened is one of them but not as large of a priority as the others."

"-I-I will try to extract more information from the survivors."

Randall confirmed as he ended the call, seeing all that was needed to be said done. He turned his attention back to the pinned survivor who had been watching Randall silently.

"-So, w-what were you doing when all this happened."

"A-All what?" The man grunted to himself, realizing it was a stupid question and now was indeed not the time for them. "Surviving, but fucking barely. Finding food when I can in the day, staying hidden at night. Trying to take pleasure in the small things because every moment you could wind up with knives to your throat."

The man glared, then paused as something dawed on him.

"Y-You shits really don't know what happened, do you."

At first the man was stunned by the revelation, before smirking, which soon led way into laughter but was quickly cut off as the movement shoved his throat against the knives, wincing as he felt the cold sharp edges again. He couldn't help but giggle to himself. Whatever fear was in him leaked out, his voice full of mirth.

"You don't even fucking know what happened. Oh God you don't even know, you lucky fucking bastards."

[Outskirts]

Spoiler: Group B (click to show/hide)

Marion argued over the comms, mumbling to the comm as she sighed. Damn newbies, why do they always think they know best? They're like children sometimes. Feels like she's on a lead while they're off faffing around doing who-knows-what in the mercantile district, unlawful looting no doubt. Well... Okay, there isn't a law anymore but still.

She relayed both her location to them then did a quick search as to how long it would take them to get to the hanger from where they were. Didn't take long to track down their blips on the map, the five of them in the market district although it seems they were splitting up now in two groups of two, and one staying behind. Haven't they seen horror movies before?

Either way, her HUD calculated the route to the hanger and it made her distance there seem much more reasonable in comparison. Seems that that they'd need to head to the outskirts to make it there, or take a round about way through the maintenance tunnels. Also the train, but that option is still an unknown really.

Marion fiddled with her HUD a bit more before turning her attention back to what was going on, more important things on her mind right now. Like this body. She made her way up to it, trying to figure out whatever happened to it from a distance. Hm... Oh, well. Seems this man has several bullet holes in his chest, if the holes and dried blood on his shirt are any indicator. Ergh, seems his face was shot too, square and center disgustingly enough, a hole right between his eyes, his pale face crusted with a dark red lining that just looks even redder in this lighting. Crusty dried blood made a small circle around his body, marking where fresh blood once stood, the life's blood of whoever this poor bastard was.

She waited for a period of time, watching it. Of course it's dead, but she had to make sure. Nothing. No movement, no breathe, no nothing. Just the ever present silence and the forever encroaching darkness of the subway. Marion moved closer, seeing no signs of movement and something glittered with a red gleam in the dark, barely grasped by the dead man's hands. It looked like a machete, wickedly sharpened. Surprising that whoever killed this man didn't take it.

Marion took another step closer to see if she could ID this guy, surely he must have a wallet on him or falling that see his tagged wrist. Poor bastard doesn't deserve being alone down here by himself, obviously killed by either a ganger or some violent survivor or something. Her hand reached out to pat at one of his pockets.

His hand reached out and snatched her arm violently.

His head lumbered up slowly until it was no longer staring at the ground, but instead looking head on at her. There was a deep in take of breath from the supposedly dead man, and his eyes opened. Or... Rather its eyes opened. The eyes were blank, a perfectly clear milky white that had dark veins pulsing slightly as they shifted ever so slightly, both covering and inside of the eye. Then the creature let out its sharp exhale, a pitch black cloud issuing forth that hurried forth and drifted down slowly, coating both its arm and hers in the dusty black particles.

"Pllleee.....aaaassseeee..."

Perception (): [4]
Stealth (): [4]
Perception (Marion): [4]
Ties go to Aggressor in Opposed Rolls
Grapple (): [5]
Resist (Marion): [2 - 1 = 1]
Aim (): [4]

[I should probably say, only small or natural weapons can be used in a grapple or pinned state, and the clubs are medium sized. Thankfully, so is its machete.
Also boo, I'm sure this was obvious though.]
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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, 2 Rations, lighter, handcuffs, family photo
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

[notquitethere]

Oh no! thought Marion, this man is dangerously unwell.

Marion tries to reverse the grapple on the man, restraining him like she's restrained so many perps before.

"Sir, I don't want to hurt you but you better drop the machete before I have to take more forceful action."

She leaves the comm link open so others can overhear her handling of the situation, though she knows she's too far away for back-up. Standard Ship Enforcement policy.

[Patrick Hunt]

" So where do you wanna check first Samuel? "

[Tomcost]

Randall laughed too, then put more pressure on the guy's throat-D-Don't try to be smart. T-That's not good for your life expectancy, no matter how low h-have they fallen. N-Now, tell me what happened. If you fare well enough there may be even a safe place at the b-bunker waiting for you.


OOC EDIT: I knew that this was a kind of pseudo-zombie apocalypse.

[Harry Baldman]

"Ah. Sounds like the inspector lady is having trouble. I think we should go and help her, would be quite inconsiderate not to. Not to mention that her whole train idea now appears to have merit, oddly enough."

If Frogdo agrees, head down the long and winding road that leads to our brave, yet foolish inspector friend. If he does not, search for a maintenance outpost or something like it.

[Xanmyral]

<~ && ~>

[Do tell me if the black glow is hard to see, I can change it to red if there's visibility issues. Also damn, I didn't do that mechanic's corner, did I? That will be my next post.]

[Commercial District]

Spoiler: Group A (click to show/hide)

Harvey looked at the three stacked shops, all three could be a verifiable treasure trove full of sweet, sweet lucre! The choices swam around until he had to voice his question to his partner-in-looting.

"So where do you wanna check first Samuel?"

Samuel seems equally stunned by their find, coming up short for words.

Randall, meanwhile, laughed and pushed his knives a bit closer, promptly shutting up the previously yelling survivor, Mr. Rage.

"-D-Don't try to be smart. T-That's not good for your life expectancy, no matter how low h-have they fallen. N-Now, tell me what happened. If you fare well enough there may be even a safe place at the b-bunker waiting for you."

The offer of both possible food, safety, and the imminent threat of death opened the hinges on his mouth a bit.

"W-what happened is that the whole ship went to fucking hell, is what happened! I don't know why, but all of the sudden fighting started. I-I know that the Enforcers were on one side, but I spent too much time running to get a good look at what. I h-heard other guns though, that weren't theirs, so they musta been fighting someone.

Then these... Things came, almost when the fighting was dying down. Horrible things, you don't want to see any of them, trust me. T-They're only really active at night, fucking thankfully."

Mr. Fisticuffs, the second survivor who's currently still cradling himself slightly in pain, slowly got up with a groan and looked at Randall and Rage. He promptly flipped both off, mostly Rage, and started shuffling off.

Freddie listened in on the comms. Seems Marion got herself in a bind. Ah, why can't people be sensible and just trip everyone who meets them with violent intentions? He turned to Frogdo and offered a sensible plan.

"Ah. Sounds like the inspector lady is having trouble. I think we should go and help her, would be quite inconsiderate not to. Not to mention that her whole train idea now appears to have merit, oddly enough."

Frogdo however has fallen silent, pondering on the issue.

Hm... According to the HUD, it would take a day or two, maybe three if slow, to reach Marion on foot, considerably less in a vehicle of some sorts, and much less indeed by taking the train. Overall much too long to get there in any reasonable time frame, although it would take less if she headed towards them as well. Then again, she had the same train idea... Well, surely all the cars can't be broke, or train stations housing weirdos.

A quick search finds an engineering outpost no more than half an hour from your position, although more about twenty five now. Shouldn't take long to reach it if you want to see what's in there, or access to maintenance.

[Outskirts]

Spoiler: Group B (click to show/hide)

Marion could only conclude that this man is dangerously unwell, a small hole straight between his eyes and leading inside his head being a good first clue. Also his every exhale spewing out more of this black... Stuff, for lack of a better term. Ashy like substance that clings to anything it touches. Maybe if she apprehending him and rushed him to a hospital...

She's had enough of playing around though, time to wrangle this guy like so many other perps she's done in the past. Even if they're extraordinarily unwell, you don't want someone who might not be in their right mind having a solid grasp on you.

"Sir, I don't want to hurt you but you better drop the machete before I have to take more forceful action."

"Hhhhhhhhh..."

Marion takes her free hand and grabs the man's shoulder while with her grappled arm uses it to try and leverage it around, to use his own grip against him as she tries to hold it uncomfortably around his back. Unfortunately, this guy mustn't of gotten training of what to do when this move is attempted as he just holds his arm lock-still, refusing to budge in the slightest.

The man raises his sharpened machete roughly, before lowering it back down just as shakily as if realizing that there isn't enough room to use it appropriately, instead tries a different tactic. He rears his head back slowly, staring at the ceiling for a moment... Before trying to crash it forward into Marion's own skull.

She's seen this kind of thing before and tries to evade, but the man's aim is dead on, and his arm keeps her rooted too close for any kind of dramatic maneuver.

CRACK. Shi-That hurt! The man's blood-encrusted forehead smashed into Marion's skull, avoiding the nose altogether as is typical for a regular headbutt. Man must not regard his safety very highly, but its effects are still evident as stars erupted momentarily in Marion's view. Sparkles faintly pop into and out of existence around the corners of her vision as pain sweeps through the impact zone.

The man exhaled more black filth on himself in response to the hit after another ragged breath.

Initiative (): [3 - 1 = 2]
Initiative (Marion): [3]

Grapple: Reverse (Marion): [4]
Grapple: Resist (): [5]

Non-Lethal Assault (): [6]
Dodge (Marion): [6!; 2 - 1 = 5]
Soak (Marion): [5]
Luck (): [1]

[Grapples are terrible things to be on the wrong end of. Pins especially, you really don't want to be in one. Also, in case it isn't noted by now, only PC's have the chance to crit. It's exclusively a player advantage. Well, okay, some enemies might, but those would be far, far off. Or very close depending on where you go.]
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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, 2 Rations, lighter, handcuffs, family photo
Health: Nominal I
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

[Persus13]

"Let's check out the gun shop first, then we can check the general store." Investigate the Gun shop.

[Xantalos]

Yeh, let's go assist that bitch respectable lady.

Go along with Freddie.

((Sorry, I was distract and forget.))

[Tomcost]

-W-What? W-What things are you talking about?